SECRET SLAVES







TEACHING SHANNON							  2


SUSAN'S SECRET LIFE							 40


ABDUCTION OF FAITH							127


























TEACHING SHANNON

Chapter One

When I met Shannon Brien I was twenty-three, had just gotten my M.S., and 
was teaching in a community college while I worked on my Ph.D.  Shannon 
was in a College Algebra class I taught in my first Spring semester, and I 
noticed her as soon as I entered the room.  I had broken up with my graduate-
school girlfriend some time earlier, so I was very vulnerable to Shannon's very 
obvious charms; so vulnerable, in fact, that my cock actually stiffened slightly 
when I saw her in the front row.

She was wearing what she usually wore: a tight, light-colored shirt with a 
scoop neck, a skirt just a little shorter than the current fashion, stockings, and 
dark pumps.  Her waist was narrow, her hips broad; her breasts were large---
too large to be really firm---and swayed gently when she moved. Her face was 
a standard- issue girl's face, except that her nose was a little shorter, and her 
mouth a little larger, than most.  Her hair was a yellow blonde color, a little thin, 
and it could have been cut better.She wore no makeup except around her 
eyes.  Of course, I saw only her chest and face above the desk, but it was 
enough; everything about her set off every sexual alarm I had.

Her presence in class made it hard to concentrate.  I was aware of the 
necessity for a public speaker to look around at his audience, but she made it 
difficult: if I looked near where she sat, I looked only at her, and if I didn't look, I 
ignored a whole section of the class.  I spent far too much energy trying not to 
see her.  After a while I succeeded, at least partially, unless she asked a 
question; then I had my work cut out trying to keep my eyes on her face.  I 
wondered how obvious my attraction was to the rest of the class; certainly the 
boys must have felt at least some of what I felt. I was always relieved when I 
could turn my attention elsewhere.  For her part, she never showed any sign of 
discomfort, or of being attracted to me; she always seemed completely cool.

All this was during the day, of course.  At night, we made unilateral love as I 
lay masturbating in my bed.  She was my slave; I came in her every orifice; 
she writhed under my lash; and I felt her warm tongue touch me at every point. 
When I graded her tests, I prayed that she would do poorly, so that she would 
offer me sex in exchange for a passing grade.

In fact she did do poorly.  She was---not to be unkind---dumb, and basically 
uninterested in school.  


She was really there to be trained for a job but, like most teenagers, could not 
discipline herself to do what was necessary.  As I had only recently realized 
myself that I was going to have to do something every day for the next forty or 
fifty years, I understood how she felt.  (I don't really know why I perservered.  

It was probably a sort of psychic inertia, my parents' expectations providing an 
initial shove that carried me through, in a `right line,' so to speak, from which 
no force had yet pushed me.)  Anyway, it was Shannon's lack of discipline that 
led to the events I am about to relate.

I had just given back the second test of three when Shannon appeared at my 
office door.  I was working when she knocked, and was surprised to see her; 
she had never been by before.  I was a little flustered: as all my fantasies 
about her came rushing to my head, the blood rushed to my groin and, I am 
afraid, my face.  I stammered a "Come in."

"Mr. Reynolds---sir---"  she began, a little uncertainly, "I wanted to talk to you 
about my grade."  Was she looking at my crotch?  I couldn't tell.

"Yes.  You're not doing too well, are you?"

"No.  And I'm worried about it.  I need this class.  I really studied for this test."  
She held the second test in her hand, which she had failed, like the first.  She 
looked upset, maybe about to cry.  "I don't know what else to do.  Could you 
suggest anything?"

I refrained from actually licking my lips as several suggestions came to mind, 
though I could not resist a long glance at her chest.

I did not make any of these suggestions, however; I said, mildly, "Umm---do 
you have a tutor?"

"No.  Well, a girlfriend of mine who took this course last year has been helping 
me with the homework.  She got a B, so she really knows what she's doing."

Sure, I thought.  I said, "You're doing all the homework?"  I knew she wasn't; 
anyone who could do the homework could get at least a C in the course.

She hesitated slightly, then said, "Well---I always try it, but I usually can't do it.  
If I knew where to start... ."

I had only been teaching for a little less than two years (one year in grad 
school), but I had already heard this at least a thousand times.  
What it meant  was "I give each problem a look.  If I can't find an example just like it in the  book or my notes, or if it takes more than one minute to do, I consider it  impossible and go on to the next one."  I sighed inwardly and thought to myself  that she was lucky to have those tits; she was certainly not going to get by on  her brains.  I said, "What's your major?"

"Psychology," she replied.  "I'm doing fine in my psych courses."

I didn't doubt it for a second; anyone could do well in those courses.  I said, 
"Oh.  Then you don't really need this course; you just need any two math 
courses.  But maybe your GPA can't afford the hit of failing this course?"

She looked tearful again and said, "No."  She hesitated, then said, "I'm failing 
history and English too.  I don't know what to do."  She sniffled a  little and 
looked at me.

"Well, I can't do anything about the history or English courses, but you could 
come to me for help in math.  Try the homework, and if you can't get it, bring it 
to me, and I'll go over it with you.  You could also get a tutor, if you can afford 
one."  It wasn't much help, which we both knew, but it was all I could offer.

"Well, okay."  She looked around for a moment, then asked, "What are your 
office hours?"

"They're on the door," I answered.  The door was open; I pointed to a sheet of 
paper taped to it.  "Do you need a pen and paper?"

"No, I've got it," she said.  She got them out of her backpack and made a show 
of copying down my office hours.  When she was done she turned to me and 
smiled.  "You'll be seeing a lot of me---I need a lot of help!" she said 
enthusiastically.  She sounded as if she meant it, but I knew she would never 
really show up; her kind never do.

"Okay," I replied.  I looked wistfully at her ass as she left, thinking  that I had 
probably just blown my chance at her, if I had ever had one.  I  sighed again, 
this time aloud.  Oh, well, I consoled myself, if I had tried something she 
probably would have brought me up on sexual-harrassment charges anyway.

She never did come to my office, of course.  In fact, I did not see her  outside 
class until after the third test, which she also failed.  I had an evening class, 
and I kept some late office hours right after it for night students who might 
have difficulty seeing me during the day; it was to this hour that Shannon 
came.  
Because she was a day student, I was even more surprised to see her 
than I had been the first time.  I guess I had admitted to myself that I would 
never have her, though, because I was quite calm.

"Hello, Shannon.  Come in."  She came in and closed the door.  Usually I 
discouraged this; I don't want to leave myself open to charges of sexual 
harrassment.  However, my fantasy life took charge, and I said nothing.  She 
sat down in a chair next to mine.  She looked upset, but in an odd way. I 
decided that she had figured out what she was going to do about her 
problems, but didn't like it.  Maybe, I thought, she has decided to drop out of 
school.

"Hello, Mr. Reynolds."  She sat silent for a moment, looking down at her 
knees.  I struggled, as usual, to keep my eyes on her face.  Finally she said, "I 
have to pass this class."  She looked up at me, and said meaningfully, "I'll do 
anything I have to."

I tried to stay calm, to keep my feelings out of my expression, but I doubt I was 
successful.  My cock went from rubber to steel in a second. My fantasy was 
coming true!  For a moment I couldn't speak, and after that I could only 
stammer, which I did for a moment before deciding to just shut up until I was 
more in control of myself.

Shannon didn't wait.  She nodded her head toward my crotch and said, 
blushing slightly, "I see you know what I mean.  I guess I guessed right about 
your wanting this."

I gulped and nodded, but still said nothing.  I wasn't looking at her face, but I 
saw her flush again as she said, "I've never done this before. What's 
the...umm...what usually happens?"

I finally managed to speak.  "I've never done it before either, so I don't know."  
I looked up at her; neither of us knew how to continue.  After a moment's 
silence she pointed toward the door with her head and said, "Is that door 
locked?"  I nodded yes, and, with a look at me, she sank to her knees on the 
floor.  She reached her hands up to my shoulders and ran her hands down my 
chest.

"I guess we can start with this," she breathed.  Her hands found my crotch and 
rubbed my hard cock.  She undid my belt and opened my pants, and I raised 
up a little so she could pull them down.  I was breathing very hard; I hadn't had 
sex in so long that I was sure I would come as soon as she touched me.  I 
didn't, but I knew it wouldn't be long.  
I moaned when her hands caressed my cock, and shivered when she gently 
squeezed my balls; I could feel an orgasm building already, making me heady 
and thick.  A little pre-cum appeared on the head of my cock, and she licked it 
off.

I ran my hands down her back as she took me in her mouth.  I caressed her 
head, then reached down her front and found her tits.  I squeezed and 
caressed them through her shirt; as my fingers ran over her nipples, her 
concentration was shaken, and my cock came out of her mouth.  I grabbed her 
tits, or as much of them as I could, in my hands, and squeezed harder, pulling 
them upward. 

"Suck me, you bitch," I ordered.  She looked up at my face with an expression 
of surprise, and then went back to my cock.  I didn't let go of her tits, but I 
relaxed my grip.  I felt the fire in my groin, and it made me reckless, as usual.  I 
said hoarsely, "You know what you need, you beautiful bitch?  You need a 
good spanking."  

She said nothing, but moved her head faster.  

"I'd like to spank your ass, your beautiful white ass," I said in a kind of chant. I 
was on the verge of orgasm.  I squeezed her tits hard, hard enough to elicit a 
little cry from her, but she did not stop sucking.  "I want to whip your ass and 
fuck your tits," I chanted, "suck me suck me suck me you bitch you bitch you 
BITCH."  I came in great spurts, grunting like a beast.  She tried to swallow it 
all, but some escaped her; I don't think I had come that much in years.

After a moment she looked up at me, obviously afraid of the animal I had 
become.  "I'm sorry," she whispered.  She looked back down at the floor.  "I 
tried to swallow it all, but there was too much."

I looked at her for a second, hesitating.  I realized that it was a crucial moment 
in our relationship, young though it was, a moment in which its entire future 
course could be set.  

I also knew that what I was contemplating could go utterly wrong, and ruin 
everything; if I hadn't been so very hot, and in a position of power I had never 
been in before, I wouldn't have tried it, as I had never had the nerve to try it 
before.  

I balanced on the edge for a moment, then made up my mind, summoned my 
courage, and grabbed her by the hair.  "You're not finished yet," I said roughly.  
I knelt, forcing her head down to the tiled floor.
"Lick it up," I ordered.  She whimpered and tried weakly to pull away, but I 
pushed her down harder and put my lips to her ear.  "Eat it, you bitch," I 
growled, spitting out the last word.  

The violence in my voice and hand  must have been convincing, because she 
began to lick enthusiastically at the spots of cum on the floor, emitting little 
moans as she went.  "Clean it up, bitch, clean it up," I said unnecessarily, 
pressing my face against her head and pulling her hair tight.  

I watched exultantly as she worked, panting, until she had gotten every drop.  I 
let her up and said, "Good work. You're a good slave." She looked a little 
blank; I couldn't tell what her reaction to my last words was.  However, she 
made no demurrer; she simply sat silently, wiping at a few spots of cum on her 
shirt.  I thought of punishing her for doing this without my permission, but I felt I 
had pushed things as far as I could for one day, so I kept quiet.

After a few moments of silence I said, "I want to see you here tomorrow night.  
I want you to bring all your books and notes, everything, for your history and 
English classes."  

Naturally, she looked surprised.  I didn't explain; I had something in mind 
which I hardly dared admit to myself yet. She stood up, still silent, and I stood 
up with her.  I pulled her around to me and kissed her, whereupon she looked 
surprised again; but then she kissed me back, quite passionately, and pressed 
her body against mine.

I thought for a long time about the look she had given me as she left. There 
was fear in it, certainly, but there was respect too, and something which, 
although I couldn't identify it at the time, was surprisingly positive.



Chapter Two


I spent the evening, and much of the following day, in trepidation.  At the time 
it had happened, I thought that it had gone very well; but on  reflection, I was 
not sure.  I had, after all, forced a young student to lick my cum off my office 
floor.  If she could convince anyone that it had really happened, I would not 
only lose my job, I would probably end up in court, even though she was of age 
and had started it all.  I was not actually too worried about this part, however, 
as I was fairly well convinced that she wanted to continue our arrangement, at 
least long enough to pass my class.
I was much more worried about what would happen tonight, when I had told 
her to come to my office again.  Last night she had seemed to take my 
direction willingly, but would this continue?  Or would she, once not under the 
influence of sex, decide that she would herself set the rules?  If that latter were 
the case, I needed to outplay her if possible, and I did not know how to go 
about it.  I knew her so little that I could not even form any definite plan; I had 
to wait and play it by ear.

Shannon arrived at my office after my last class.  I had not seen her  that day, 
and I was once again taken aback at my attraction to her.  The  truth was that 
she unnerved me---I would have done nearly anything to have sex with her.  I 
thought I had been successful in disguising this in the past, and I knew that I 
could never let her know it if we were to have the relationship I desired.  (I was 
wrong about this, of course, but I was too inexperienced to know it at the time.)

"Hello, Shannon.  Did you bring the stuff for your other classes?"

"Yes.  Here."  She handed me a stack of papers, books, and notebooks. "I still 
don't understand what you want them for, though."

I didn't tell her.  "You will.  Sit down."  I nodded my head toward a  chair, and 
she sat down.  "I need to look these over a few minutes."

She sat down, looking puzzled and a little pouty at not being told what was 
going on, and I began to examine her course work.  The courses were 
American Literature (a survey) and Ancient History; fortunately, I  knew quite a 
bit about both.  She was failing both courses, but neither one too badly; it 
would not take too much to bring her grades up to passing ones.  

She apparently had one paper and the final exam left in each course. I put 
down the papers and looked at her for a few minutes, which made her visibly 
uncomfortable.  My problem was that I didn't know how to make the 
proposition I had in mind in such a way as to make her take it seriously. Before 
I could state it at all, however, I needed some information.

"Shannon---are you planning to be in summer school?"

She looked surprised, but answered the question.  "Yes.  I was going to take 
two Soc courses, but now I guess I'll have to take history and English over."  
She looked upset.  " If they'll even let me stay in school."

"Hmm.  One more thing.  Do you live with your parents?"  Many students did; 
the financial savings were part of the reason they went to community college.
The question brought forth a look of even greater surprise, but again she 
answered.  "Yes.  Umm---no.  Well...I live in my parents' house, but they're in 
Germany for two years.  My dad was transferred there."

"Do you live alone?"

She looked exasperated as she said, "Yes.  Why are you asking me all these 
questions?"

It was time to be direct.  "Okay, Shannon, here's what I want."  I looked over to 
make sure that the door was closed.  "I can get you passing grades--- probably 
D's---in your history and English courses, and a good grade in mine, and good 
grades in your summer school classes as well."

She was astonished.  "How can you do that?"  A shrewd look then came over 
her face as she continued, "Can you break into the computers?"

"No," I replied, "nothing like that.  It's all completely aboveboard. However," 
and I looked hard at her, "there's a very high price."

I waited for her to ask, and she did, warily.  "What price?"

I swallowed hard while trying not to show my nervousness, and said, "I want 
you to be my slave, from now till the end of first summer session." 


It took her a moment to realize what I had said.  When she did she was 
nervous herself; she was wondering whether I was a madman, and she could 
see that she had gotten in deeper than she had wanted.  She certainly didn't 
want to assent, but she didn't want to offend me either; she still needed a 
passing grade in my class.  It took her a moment to answer, and even then 
she didn't seem to know what to say.

"Umm---well---"  She paused, looking down.  When she looked up again she 
said  "Look.  Couldn't we just have a simple arrangement, sex for a grade? 
That's all I wanted."  It had obviously been difficult for her to say, and she 
looked down again.  I had been prepared for something like this, and had 
made my decision beforehand.  I waited; in a moment she looked up for my 
answer, which was a firm "No."

She made no response, so I continued, in a tone as uncompromising- 
sounding as I could, in my nervousness, adopt.  "I'm only interested in what I 
said."  
She stayed silent, so I went on.  "I'll give you twenty-four hours to 
decide.  If you're not here tomorrow night at this time, I'll assume that you're 
not interested."  I was amazed at my ability to maintain a facade of self-
assurance, though of course my heart was trembling with anxiety at each 
word.  Of course I did not mean it about the twenty-four-hour limit; I was just 
trying to pressure her.

Having now had a few minutes to take it all in, she was ready with her 
response, which was indignant.  "I won't be here.  You can forget it."  Her voice 
shook slightly as she said angrily, "You know what?  You're crazy.  I'm sorry I 
ever even thought of having sex with you."

She got up to leave, but I stood up and blocked her way.  Having gone this far, 
I was determined to play out the rest of my fantasy.

My surprising calm had not abandoned me; indeed I felt, if anything, more 
calm and in control than before.  Standing in front of her I ordered, "Sit down!  
You can't go yet.  You might change your mind, and I want you to know exactly 
what I'm proposing."  I put a hand on her chest and pushed her roughly down 
into the chair.

I leaned over to look directly at her and said, "I would not be an easy master to 
you." I caressed her face with my hand, and she tried to move away, her eyes 
wide.  I quickly moved my hand to her neck and squeezed lightly, making her 
start and look directly up at me.  

I stared at her and said in a voice that I could not keep from being hoarse,  "I 
would whip you and fuck you and humiliate you, Shannon, and do other things 
you've never thought of.  You would be my sex toy.  Have you ever wanted to 
be a sex toy?" I squeezed harder as I said the last sentence, and her eyes 
widened even more, but she remained silent.  I relaxed my grip somewhat and 
said in a more normal tone, "I can give you only one assurance.  I would never 
do anything that would cause you permanent physical harm."

I released her and sat down.  She made no motion toward the door, so I said, 
"You may go.  Remember, twenty-four hours."  She picked up her papers and 
books quickly, staying as far away from me as she could, and left without 
saying a word.  I left, feeling intensely satisfied even though I was pretty sure 
she would never be back.  It was too bad to lose her, but at least I had risked 
trying something I had always wanted but never had the nerve for before.  As I 
drove home I sang "Under My Thumb" at the top of my voice.


Chapter Three


My feeling of self-satisfaction and power lasted through the next day and on 
into the evening.  I was, as I have said, pretty sure that I would never see 
Shannon again; but I was quite high on my feeling of accomplishment.  I was  
sure that all who saw me could see the difference in me, that I carried myself 
with a masculine grace and assurance that I had never had before.

My suspicion that I wouldn't see Shannon again was confirmed when she did 
not show up for class.  Her absence made no difference to my mood; I taught 
my classes in high spirits, held my office hour (to which she also did not 
come), and went home.

I did not hear from her for three days.  On the evening of the third day, as I was 
preparing to leave for the night, she suddenly appeared at my office door.  

I didn't notice her right away, as I was gathering some papers together, so she 
made a little throat-clearing noise to get my attention.  When I saw her I sat 
down without saying anything, and stared at her.  She began to get nervous, 
and finally said, meekly, "Can I come in?"

"Yes."

She closed the door and sat down.  She clearly had something to say, but did 
not know how to begin.  "Um---Mr. Reynolds---"  She paused, then started 
again.  "Ahhh---"  She flushed, and looked down, still unable to start.

I decided to take the initiative.  "Did you come here to say something?"

Shannon looked up.  "Yes, but...umm...well...well...Oh, damn!  I can't say it!"  
She flushed and looked down again.

I said, "Did you come to apologize?"

Her head came up sharply, an angry look on her face.  Her intention was 
clearly to rebuke me, but she stopped short when she saw my expression.  
She became uncertain, and paused before beginning, "Well, no.  I mean, I 
didn't think I did anything to apologize for."

"You said I was crazy, and that you were sorry that you had even thought of 
having sex with me."

"Oh, that.  Well, umm, I guess I'm sorry about that.  Okay?"  She looked  into 
my eyes to see whether she was forgiven.  I decided that her apology was 
enough, so I softened my look; there did not seem to be any advantage to be 
gotten by continuing to seem offended.

"Okay.  Now, if you didn't come here to apologize, why did you come?"

She looked confused and shy again, and again had trouble starting, so I said, 
more gently, "Have you decided to take me up on my offer?"

For a moment she couldn't answer; then she said, "Can you really get me 
those grades?"

I thought a minute before answering, "Yes.  At least, I think I still can. I can 
certainly get the ones for my class and the summer, and at least one of the 
grades for this semester.  But why do you care now if you didn't care before?"

She looked worried and said, "I got a letter from the college.  They said that if 
my final grades were as bad as my midterm grades, I'd be out on academic  
suspension."  

I got up and went over to her, my breathing already rapid.  
I ran my hand through her hair as I said, "So you're ready be my slave?"  My 
cock was so hard that the restraint of my pants was causing me pain.

"I guess so," she whispered, "I need to get through."  She wouldn't look at me, 
though I put my hand under her chin and tried to pry her head up.  I knelt down 
so that we were eye to eye.  Still she tried to look away, as though ashamed.

"No, Shannon, that won't do.  You have to look me in the eye."  She did so, 
slowly.

"Now.  I want you to say 'I know you're going to whip me and fuck me and 
humiliate me, and I want to be your slave'."

She said it, albeit haltingly.  I responded, also in a near-whisper, "Good girl.  
Now, down on your knees."  She got down on her knees and waited.  I said, 
"Take my pants off, Shannon."  

She reached up and unbuckled my belt, then opened my pants and pulled 
down my zipper.  I was so desperate for her to touch my cock that I almost 
danced, but I restrained myself; I wanted to seem always in perfect  control.  
She pulled my pants down to my shoes, then reached for my underpants.
"No," I said hoarsely, "Take off my shoes."  She took them off, which took an 
excruciatingly long time, and then slid my pants off.

When she slid my  underpants down, my cock sprang gratefully free.  She 
reached up and took it in her hand, then in her mouth.  I let her suck it for a 
few delicious moments, and then pulled it out of her mouth.

"Not yet," I said.  "Take off your shirt."  She pulled her shirt over her head, and 
then unhooked her bra.  Her tits were as magnificent as I had always  thought 
they would be, creamy white and topped with rosy areolae and hard, dark-pink 
nipples.  I reached down and caressed them, squeezing and pressing them, 
and she returned her mouth to my cock.  I let her have it for a moment, then 
pulled it out again, saying, "I didn't tell you to do that."

She looked up mournfully at me, as though saying "I'm trying to be a good girl, 
I just don't know the rules".  She looked so young and vulnerable that I almost 
didn't have the heart to do what I had planned next.  Lust and pity fought for a 
moment inside me, but in the end lust, and my need to establish complete 
control of this girl, won out.  I  turned slowly around so that my ass was in her face, and bent over.  I took her  tits firmly in my hands, and said, "Lick my asshole."

She moved her face toward my ass, but stopped well short and whimpered, 
"No, please no."  I squeezed her tits fairly hard, and said gutturally, "Oh yes.  
Oh, yes, Shannon.  Lick it.  Lick it, slave."  Another whimper escaped her as 
she moved her head closer to my ass.  She licked my cheek, not very close to 
my asshole.  

This time I squeezed her tits much harder, and she cried out.  I rasped, "I'm 
going to tear these off if you don't get busy.  And then later when we get home 
I'm going to whip them till they bleed."  

She began to cry, and I felt her tongue low in the crack of my ass.  "I'm not 
kidding, bitch!" I said, and squeezed her tits repeatedly.  I could hear her 
moaning and sniffling, but she began to lick upward.  I was in ecstasy from the 
dual sensations, physical and psychical.  

I squeezed her nipples very hard, eliciting a cry from her, and then a tearful 
"You're hurting me!"  "Yes," I replied, my voice full of the relish I felt, "Oh, yes."  
I pinched her again and ordered, "Lick it!"  She started in again, but when she 
got to my asshole, she stopped, and would not go further.  When I ordered her 
to, she said, her voice thick with crying, "It's dirty!" and would go no further.


I pulled and squeezed at her tits some more, but she just cried harder and 
would not continue, so I turned around.  "Suck my cock then, bitch."  She 
sucked me, tears running down her cheeks.  My head reeled with lust as I 
pumped away at her face.  

I said, "Oh, but you will.  Oh, yes, you will.  You'll beg to lick my asshole, bitch, 
you'll beg for it.  Oh god, suck me.  Oh, shit, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna whip 
your ass 'til Wednesday, you disobedient cunt, and then I'm gonna start on 
your tits.  Oh god, oh god, ohh... "  Like a shot from a pistol I felt the hot semen 
searing my cock, pouring into her throat, spraying her face like sticky milk.

Shannon looked down at the drops of cum that had landed on the floor and 
then up at me with a frightened expression.  I knew what she was asking; I 
simply nodded my head and pointed down with my index finger.  Sniffling, she 
slowly bent down and started to lick up the cum.  While she was at it I noticed, 
to my amazement, that I was still hard.  (Usually I need at least twenty minutes 
between hard-ons, and often more.)  

Shannon rose up and looked at me, and I could tell that she was waiting for 
my approval.  I took her head in my hand, and pressed her to me.

"Good girl," I murmured, "good girl."  She pressed against me, still on her 
knees, rocking slightly.  After a few seconds I realized that she was  rubbing 
against me not just for comfort, but demandingly, as a cat who wants to be fed.  
She looked up at me, and I could see the heat in her eyes.  I stood up and 
moved to the other chair, which had no arms.  "Come here," I told her.

She stood and walked over to me.  "Kick off your shoes," I said.

I put my fingers inside her skirt, pantyhose, and panties, and pulled them down 
and off. I put my hands on her ankles and ran them slowly up her legs and 
sides, then back down her midsection.  Her abdomen contracted involuntarily 
as my fingers passed over it, and I heard a gasp as I brushed her beautiful 
triangle.  Reaching around to grasp her ass cheeks, I pushed my tongue into 
her and slowly licked up toward her clitoris.

"Oh, yes," she said, "ohh ohh oh god yes."  She grabbed the back of my head 
and pulled me hard into her cunt.  I licked her clit a few times, but I was not 
about to let her come yet, not this way.  I pulled away and sat down.

"Sit down," I whispered.  She straddled my legs and sat slowly down, my cock 
sinking into her cunt.  We both moaned with pleasure as I went all the way in, 
but it was she who kept up the noise.
"Oh, yes.  OH! Oh, yes.  Oh, oh, oh god, oh god."  She began to fuck me, 
moving rhythmically up and down and talking.  "Oh, god.  Oh, fuck me.  Oh, 
please, I wanna come, I wanna come.  Unhh...Unhh..."  She began to move 
more quickly as her orgasm built.  

I was enjoying watching her face, not to mention the feeling of her ass 
pounding against my legs, but I wanted her to come as violently as possible, 
so I fucked her just a little out of synch to slow her orgasm down. This elicited 
a series of little cries, and I knew I couldn't keep her from coming much longer, 
so I stood up, knees bent in the horseriding stance.  

She wrapped her arms and legs around me and began fucking like a frenzied 
animal.  This time I went with her, matching her stroke for stroke, encouraging 
her to come as quickly as possible.

Thank god it was late at night, and we were the only people in the building. 
Shannon came like a storm, scratching and screaming and crying out, "OH! 
OH! OH!" I made no attempt to quiet her; I needed her to have this orgasm, 
and besides I was now coming again myself.  This orgasm was less intense 
for me than the last one, but it was still very fine; I felt completely drained, and 
I was sure that I would not be getting hard again immediately afterward.

When we were both finished I sat down with Shannon on my lap, and she put 
her head on my shoulder.I stroked her hair in silence, until I noticed that she 
was crying.  Miraculously, I understood it.  I pushed her far enough away to be 
able to look at her and said, "You never came like that before, did you."  A new 
flow of tears welled up as she shook her head, and she looked down.

I put my hand under her chin and moved her to face me.  Her expression 
managed to mingle shame, satisfaction, and fear all at once but, unlike before, 
the fear was not  of me.  She was, I could see, afraid of whatever it was inside 
her that made her have the best orgasm of her life with a man who had 
intentionally hurt and humiliated her, and promised more of the same. "Don't worry," I said, as authoritatively as possible, "it's normal.  They just don't 
tell you about it in Feminism 101."  Actually, of course, I had no idea whether it 
was normal or not, as I had never been in this position before; I just knew what 
I had read in books.  

She looked up at me, not sure whether to trust me. I held her glance for a 
moment, but it never resolved; and when we parted for the night, I was still not 
sure exactly what she was feeling.  However, she had agreed to bring some 
things the next day in preparation for moving in with me, so it seemed I was 
going to have plenty of opportunity to find out.
Chapter Four 


 Shannon moved in with me the next night.  She brought some clothes and 
other necessaries to school, and rode home with me in my car.  She said that 
she had to go home once a week to water the plants and see that everything 
was all right, and I agreed.

I need not describe our first night, as nothing new or interesting happened. 

Shannon's breasts were very sensitive from my treatment of them on the 
previous day, and I was not yet ready to push her again, so we made very slow 
and tender love.  The following day, a Saturday, was a different story.  Shortly 
after breakfast I told her to bring me her history book. "We have less than two weeks, Shannon, so you'll have to work very hard.  I  want you to read the first two chapters of this book today, and I'll quiz you on  them this evening before dinner."

"But I already read those chapters," she complained.  "I know that stuff."

"That's not what your test scores say," I responded.  I looked at her and said, 
"But perhaps you're ready to be quizzed on them now?"

"No, no," she said hastily, reaching for the book.  I had not said what kind of 
quiz I was talking about, but she could tell from my look and voice that it was 
not the kind she was used to.  "I'll read them."  She took the book and went 
into the bedroom I had given her.

After a couple of hours I brought her a cup of coffee, and inquired about her 
progress.  She assured me that she was studying hard, but that it was slow 
going. I told her that she must be ready by five o'clock, and that I was going 
out for a while and she should get lunch whenever she felt hungry.  She looked 
at me nervously  as I left.

I went first to an unfinished furniture store and bought a small but very solidly 
constructed rectangular dining table.  I brought this home and set it up in the 
basement, attaching its feet firmly to the floor.  I made some crude leg stocks 
along the short side of it out of two-by-fours and some hardware I had around 
the house, and set a ring in the bottom of the tabletop just above the  stocks.

I needed a belt that could be quickly and easily locked on to Shannon's waist, 
so I went to a local leather store and bought two simple belts with D-ring 
buckles and not much else.  

I cut the D-ring off one of the belts, and riveted it onto the free end of the other.  
With her legs in the stocks, the belt around her waist, and a short piece of 
chain attaching the belt to the ring under the tabletop, she would be held 
effectively in place facing the table, able to use her hands but unable to turn 
around.  

Finally I went to K-Mart and bought a cheap fiberglas fishing rod, stripped all 
the hardware off the rod part, and detached it from the handle.  I bared my 
thigh and tried my little whip out on myself, to see how hard I had to hit to 
produce a given effect, and was pleased to find that it did not take much force 
to produce a really painful sting.

My preparations complete, I looked at the clock.  It was 4:30, and I had told her 
5:00, so I drank a glass of wine and fantasized for half an hour.  The fantasy 
was making me so hot that I was afraid I would not be able to control myself 
properly, so I went out for a walk and tried not to think about what was about to 
happen.

When I got back I went into Shannon's room and told her to undress.  She had 
nothing on but a robe and panties, so she was naked in seconds.  The sight of 
her standing there, vulnerable and anxious, was so tempting that I almost 
forewent the lesson in favor of just fucking her brains out.  I steeled myself, 
however, and after briefly caressing her, told her to get her history book and 
follow me, which she did, anxiety and apprehension clear on her face.

I kept her behind me as we entered the downstairs room so that I could turn 
around to see the expression on her face when she saw the apparatus I had 
built. I had expected shock; I saw puzzlement.

"What's that?"

"Hmm.  Think of it as a teaching machine."  I led her over to it.  When I closed 
the stocks around her legs, she finally understood, and her expression 
changed from one of apprehension to one of fear.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice quavering.

"I'm going to quiz you on what you read today," I replied, fastening the belt 
around her waist.  I had looked over her midterm test and quizzes, so I knew 
what kinds of questions she would be asked.  I picked up the whip and stood 
alongside her.

"Who led the Plymouth colony?" I asked softly.
"Umm...it was...oh, damn!...umm...was it John what's-his-name?"  She looked 
at me as though asking for his last name.

"No," I said, and brought the whip down on her ass with a medium stroke. It 
made a nice crack! as it hit, and my already stiff cock swelled to its maximum.

"Ow!" she cried out, "that hurts!"

"That's the idea.  Now what was his name?"

"I don't know.  I can't remember."  She looked at me, expecting me to hit her 
again.  Instead I asked her another question.

"Why was Oglethorpe allowed to start his colony in the South?"  Again I gave 
her a moment to answer, and again she couldn't.  I whipped her again, this 
time a little harder.  I could see that she was trying not to cry, but I could also 
see a few tears leaking out from the corners of her eyes.  I asked her an easier  
question, one she was able to answer.  

She looked relieved, but I did not let it last.  I asked another question, and 
when she was unable to answer I gave her another stroke, harder yet.  She 
made a little noise this time, and her hands came around to protect her ass.  I 
gave her no time to relax, but quizzed her again.  

This time she moved her hands around before I hit her, and my stroke landed 
on them.  She yelped in pain and brought her right hand up to her mouth. Her 
tears were now flowing freely, and she looked at me with hatred. I gave no 
indication that I cared, but asked her another question, and whipped her all the 
harder when she couldn't answer.  I was raising welts now, and hitting her 
about as hard as I could without breaking her skin.  

My cock was harder than it had ever been; it was like what I imagine those 
cock-stiffening drugs to be like.  I could feel the pre-cum dripping out of me, 
and I was moving my hips in an unconscious fucking motion.  Shannon was 
crying out with each stroke, and cursing me, and begging me to stop.  She 
was not even attempting to answer my queries.

"You fucking bastard!" she screamed, "I'll kill you!"  She writhed around, 
straining against the belt that held her at the waist, trying to pick up her legs. 
Then she looked piteously at me, crying "Please stop, please.  Please, I don't 
know, I don't know."  Her body jerked against the table as the whip struck her 
ass.  Occasionally she would try instinctively to protect herself with her hands 
again, but the next stroke of the whip would remind her that that was worse. 
I stepped up the pace even more, and gave her less time between questions.  
She could not answer them, of course, and my whip came down time after 
time, until her ass looked like an airline route map done in red.  My cock was 
so hard that I  thought the skin would break.  I was not sure whether what was 
dripping out of me was still pre-cum, or whether I was coming slowly and 
continuously.

I kept it up for about twenty minutes.  At that point her voice began to vary 
unpredictably in volume when she spoke and she started looking a little crazy, 
so I stopped.  I wanted her to be miserable, but not too miserable; though I 
was getting great satisfaction out of this, I really did want her to learn from it as 
well.  Her face was covered with tears and snot, and her ass was a mass of 
fine red lines.  As far as I could tell, I had not broken the skin anywhere, and I 
congratulated myself on my self-restraint.

I let her loose and led her upstairs and into the bedroom.  She was still crying.

"On your knees," I ordered.  She started crying harder at this new tribulation, 
but I was too far gone to care.  I opened my pants and stood in front of her, my 
throbbing cock at head level.

"Use your hands," I rasped, my voice thick with lust.  She took my cock in both 
hands and began to jerk me off.  "I want to come on your face," I breathed, 
"make me come on your face."  Her hands moved unsteadily on my cock.  I 
took one of them in my hand and moved it to my balls.  Shannon began 
tickling and squeezing them, which always drives me wild.  "Oh, fuck," I said, 
"oh god oh fuck."

Looking down I saw her face, still wet from crying.  I bent down and reached 
for her magnificent tits and saw the yellow marks on them where my fingers 
had squeezed hard enough to bruise them.  The sight of those marks, and 
Shannon's ministrations to my cock and balls, sent me over the edge, and I 
came.  Shannon closed her eyes as my cum covered her face.

"Oh god Shannon you bitch fuck me oh god," I ranted.  I could feel her hand 
grow slippery with my come as she continued to jerk me off.  When she could 
open her eyes she slowed down and moved her mouth close to my cock.  She 
slowly milked me for the last drops of come, letting these fall into her mouth.  
"Oh god," I  sighed, "oh shit Shannon, oh god you are beautiful."  She let go of 
my cock and began licking my come off her face.  

I stood watching her until she had gotten all that she could reach.  I leaned 
over her and said, "Now thank me, Shannon."  
She looked at me as though I were crazy, and said nothing.  I continued, "You deserved that whipping,  Shannon, and it won't be your last."  The pain and humiliation came back to her in a rush, I could tell, for she clouded up with anger.

I went on,  "I told you to read those chapters, and you either didn't read them, 
or you didn't pay attention to them.  If you had, you would have been able to 
answer all or at least most of those questions."

For the first time she spoke.  "I did read them," she whined, and tears came to 
her eyes, "I did."

I hesitated.  I knew that this problem was not really her fault; she had never 
been taught to read properly.  I had known it from the beginning, but had seen 
no chance of teaching her until she understood the consequences of refusing 
to learn.

"Look, Shannon, I'm going to tell you something."  I waited for her to look at 
me before continuing.  "History is a *story*.  Just like _Huck Finn_, just like a 
soap opera.  You don't memorize the parts; you remember the whole thing, 
and then you can't help but remember the parts.  Do you have any trouble 
remembering the characters from _Days of Our Lives_?"

"I don't watch _Days of Our Lives_," she said sullenly, looking down.

"All right, then, whatever you do watch," I said, exasperated.  "Do you have 
any trouble remembering characters from there?"

"_All My Children_" she said, then admitted, "No, I don't."

"That's because you're involved in the story, and the story doesn't make sense 
without the characters who populate it.  It's the same with history.  You have to 
pay attention to the story, and remember that the people in it are real. Then 
you'll remember everything, or nearly everything."

She didn't answer, but I could tell she was listening.  I decided that she had 
had enough for one day.  

"Okay, Shannon, that's enough.  Clean up, get  dressed; I'm going to make dinner.  But listen."  I put my hand under her chin  and raised her eyes to mine.  "Tomorrow you're going to read those same two  chapters over, and I'm going to quiz you on them again."  


Tears came to her eyes, and she started to say something, but I stopped her.  
"Quiet!  We have less than two weeks left until finals.  Even if I write your 
papers for you, you still have to pass those finals.  And we haven't even 
started on English."  She shut up and went into the bathroom.  I went to make 
dinner, thinking that I had not enforced my order to thank me, and wondering if 
it were a mistake to let it go.


Chapter Five


 Shannon worked hard the next day, and our "quiz" went much more easily for 
her.  Her ass was very sore, and I realized that she was not going to be able to 
sit through her classes if I kept it that way, so I whipped her thighs instead. 
She cried, but did not lose her grip as she had on Saturday.  I congratulated 
her, and laid out a schedule for getting her through her courses.  Except for 
classes, meals, exercise, and "quizzes", she was to spend essentially all her 
time studying to pass her finals.

I got to work on her papers.  My biggest problem was not to write too well; I 
didn't want her professors getting suspicious.  Fortunately, I had her old papers 
as models, and I was soon able to produce a pair of "C" papers that she could 
have written.  I required her to study them, and quizzed her on them, before I 
let her turn them in.

We had "quizzes" every day, and I alternated between the front and back of 
her thighs.  Shannon was continually sore.  She got better at studying very 
quickly, but she was really not too bright; though I restricted myself to the most 
modest sorts of questions, I was forced to whip her at least some nearly every 
time.  I had to be careful not to break her skin, or we could have had serious 
problems.

During this period I did not push Shannon sexually or psychologically.  I 
needed her to concentrate on her work, and I could not punish her much more 
than I was doing already.  Besides, our quizzes were doing the psychological 
work I needed done, habituating her to the idea that her body was mine to do 
with as I would.  I got a lot of blowjobs, as her soreness made Shannon an 
unresponsive partner no matter what position we had sex in.

Finally it was over.  I gave her an incomplete in my course, and she got a "C" 
in English and a "D" in history.  


She was appropriately grateful, and thanked me effusively.  I made her admit 
that she had needed our quizzes.

We were in bed after her last final, and I was sitting on top of her, my hands 
pressing her breasts together around my cock.  "Come on, now, Shannon," I 
said insistently, moving my fingers to pinch her nipples, "I want to be properly 
thanked for whipping you."  I pinched both her nipples at once, and she drew 
her breath in sharply.

"Oh!  Oh, thank you."

"Say `Thank you sir.'"

She looked at me with surprise; I had never insisted on this before.  "Say it," I 
repeated, and pinched her again, clamping down quite hard, but slowly.

"Thank you---unhh---sir," she breathed as her body twitched from the 
compression of her nipples, and then a long "ohhh..." as I let them expand 
again. I felt a tingle in my balls at the sound, and a rush of pure lust ran from 
there to my brain.  My breathing became quicker, and a little pre-cum showed 
on the  end of my cock.

"I'm going to tit-fuck you, Shannon," I said, and pressed her tits together  
around my cock again.  Her hands reached up to help, and I began fucking 
her. After a moment I stopped.  Her eyes flew open.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I answered.  I reached into my bedside table and brought out a tube 
of K-Y jelly.  I rubbed it between her breasts and returned to my position atop 
her.  She sighed again and stroked my cock as it slid along her chest.

"Press them together, Shannon," I said.  "Make your tits a cunt for me."  Her 
hands came up and pushed her tits together around my cock.  They were big 
enough to envelop it completely.  I began fucking her, first slowly, then faster.  
It was much easier now with the K-Y, and the sensation was beginning to get 
to me. "Harder," I ordered, speeding up, "press them harder."  

She pushed a little more, and made a little noise of unhappiness.  

"No," I said, my voice, as usual, hoarse, "Hard! I don't care if it hurts."  
She went a little farther, and I began to yell at her as I abandoned myself to the 
orgasm, fucking frenziedly.  
"Harder, goddamn it, harder!  Make it hurt!  I want to hear you cry, you bitch, 
you cunt, you goddamned cunt."  

I heard a little cry escape her as she pressed her tits together hard.  "Oh, oh!  
Oh god, keep it there.  Oh, yes, oh yes, oh shit I'm coming."  I came hard, my 
cum squirting up onto her neck and face, still yelling.  "Harder, you bitch, 
harder, oh god... ."  

I pulled loose from her tits and gave her my cock to suck.  She took it in her 
mouth, but was unable to get more than a few drops. I wiped the cum from her 
neck and let her lick it off my fingers.  When we were done we lay silent for a 
few minutes, and then Shannon asked a question.

"Umm---can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."  She turned onto her side, but I didn't move to face her.

"Why do you like to hurt me?  I mean, why does it make you hard?"

"Hmm.  I've actually thought a good deal about that," I answered.  Now I did 
turn to face her.  "I've been having fantasies of hurting and humiliating women 
since I was about thirteen.  When it started, I didn't think about it much, and 
then later I thought I must be a misogynist, but now I don't think so."

"A mis...what?"

"Oh, sorry.  A misogynist, someone who hates women.  I don't think I am one, 
because I don't have any desire to hurt women to whom I'm not attracted 
sexually.  That is, if I hate women, I certainly don't hate all women.  It has 
occurred to me, of course, that if I'm not sexually attracted to someone then I 
can't think of her as a woman, and then maybe the definition would apply 
again... ."

"Huh?"  I had lost her, musing aloud.

"Never mind.  Anyway, I don't think I hate women; I don't even think I hate you.  
I just get off on hurting you."

"But how come?"

"I think the answer has at least two parts.  The first has to do with ownership."  
I reached out and stroked her hair, then brought her mouth to mine. 

After the kiss I said, "I don't want to lecture you... .  Well...okay.  The only 
comprehensible theory of ownership I ever heard was that you only really truly 
own something if you are free to destroy it.  I don't want to destroy you, but the 
idea is the same: you're really mine if I can do whatever I like with you."  I 
glanced over at her, but she wasn't looking at me, so I couldn't see her 
expression.  

I grabbed her upper arm and squeezed it, and again brought her to me for a 
kiss, a more passionate one this time.  I was getting reheated; my cock was 
already half hard.  I ran my fingernails lightly down her back.  She shuddered, 
and I remembered that she had not yet come.  I leaned back and continued my 
lecture, caressing her the while.

"The second part of the answer has to do with domination.  Most sex, at least 
good sex, is about domination, one partner dominating the other.  I am 
definitely a dominant type, and so I need a submissive partner.  

You, on the other hand---" My hand brushed her left breast, and her nipple 
stiffened.  I moved closer to her, my hand sliding slowly down toward her 
crotch.  I whispered the last phrase in her ear, punctuating it with kisses. "---
are very much the submissive type."  

"You see---"  My cock was hard again now, and both of us were breathing 
hard.  "---sex wouldn't be any good for you unless you understood implicitly 
that I was in control."  I pinched her nipple hard as I said the last word.  She 
gasped and brought her face up to mine.

"Oh god yes,"  she said.  My finger entered her cunt, and she cried out. "Oh 
yes, oh god, oh fuck me baby oh fuck me."  She began fucking my hand, but I 
pulled it part way out.

"Say `please'," I breathed.

"Please, Please," she said, seeking my finger with her cunt.

"No," I said, still in control, "say `please master fuck me'."

"Oh, god, I want it.  Unhh---please, master, fuck me, please."

"Good girl."  I put my middle finger in her cunt and bent my thumb to rub 
against her clit.  She began bucking and thrusting against my hand, and 
emitting little cries of pleasure.

"Oh god, oh shit, oh baby, oh god oh god... ."  She wrapped her arms around 
my neck and came, crying out louder than she had done since the first time we 
had fucked.  I hoped it was the circumstances, and not that she liked my finger 
better than my cock.  

She kept her arms around me and her face against my shoulder after she had 
come, and in a moment I felt wetness on my chest.  She was crying, and again 
I knew why.  I held her close, my right arm around her back.

"There, there," I murmurred, "it's okay.  It's perfectly normal."  Shannon said 
nothing, but kept crying for quite some time, after which she lay silent, my arm 
still around her.

After about twenty minutes I realized that I was not yet satisfied.  We had been 
having ordinary sex for too long, and I needed violence.  I began to caress  
Shannon again, running my fingernails up and down her back and playing with 
her breasts, still slippery with K-Y.  

Her nipples hardened and she began to breathe faster as my hand went 
between her legs.  When my finger entered her cunt again she began to moan, 
and her hips began to rotate.  Her arms went around my neck again, and she 
began to breathe in my ear, "Yes, yes, oh yes, oh yes, unhhh... ." I had other 
things in mind, however, and withdrew my finger.  

"No, Shannon, that's not what I want now.  I want something new."  I ran my 
hand back up to her breasts and rubbed my middle finger in the jelly between 
them. "Turn over," I ordered, pulling at her shoulder.  She looked at me, her 
eyes wide. I repeated, "Turn over," and she turned slowly over.  

I reached down and ran my finger up the crack of her ass, and she shivered.  I 
found the entrance with my finger, and began to shove it in, my cock stiff as a 
rod as I thought about what I was about to do.  

I had fantasized about fucking a woman in the ass for years, and I could hardly 
believe that it was finally going to happen.  
My cock brushed against Shannon's side, and I felt the slippery pre-cum on its 
end.

Shannon wriggled and moaned as my finger went in, and I could tell that she 
found it uncomfortable.  When it got all the way in, she was bucking slightly as 
though trying to get it out.  I left it still for a moment, then began slowly moving 
it in and out, fucking her with it.  She made a little noise and moved up on the 
bed to get away from it, but I grabbed her hair.  
"No, bitch," I said harshly, "stay still.  This is nothing; wait till you feel my cock 
in your ass." 

She wriggled harder, and I withdrew my finger.  When I leaned over to get the 
K-Y, Shannon tried to turn over.  "Turn over!" I said, "Get your ass in the air."  

She whimpered and pawed at me, trying to embrace me, but I turned her over 
roughly. "Do you want me to spank it before I fuck it?" I asked.

"No," she whispered.  I smeared more K-Y on my fingers and reached for her 
ass again, this time pushing two fingers in up to the the first knuckle.  She 
cried out now, and said, "It hurts, it hurts.  Please, I'm afraid of this, please."

"Yes," I said, "Yes, I know it hurts."  I put my arm across her back to hold her in 
place and slowly pushed my knuckles past her sphincter.  She twisted around 
and tried to dislodge my hand with hers.  I pulled my hand out and said, "Okay, 
bitch, that's enough.  You asked for it."  I sat up and threw my leg over the 
small of her back.  She understood what was coming.

"No, no, I'll be good.  Please, no."  I ignored her and brought my hand down 
hard on her ass.  "No, no," she cried, "I'll be good, really, really, don't spank 
me, oh, ohhhh... ."

"You should have thought of that before, bitch," I replied, and brought my hand 
down again.  A satisfying red patch appeared on her left cheek, and my cock 
swelled to even greater stiffness.  Shannon began to cry.    "Oh god I love 
spanking you," I said in a whisper.  I began spanking in earnest, and Shannon 
cried harder.  I did not go on long, however; the sight of Shannon's ass, red 
and quivering with each stroke, was too much for me to bear. I soon climbed 
down and lay beside her, pushing her up to face me.  Her face was wet with 
tears.

"Are you ready to behave now?" I asked hoarsely.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Apologize," I ordered.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"I'm sorry, sir,"  I insisted.

She repeated it meekly.  "I'm sorry, sir."
"Now turn over."

"Yes, sir."  She turned over, exposing her now red but still beautiful ass. I 
smeared K-Y on my cock, and climbed between her legs, dizzy with lust, a 
noise like the rushing wind in my ears.  I kneaded her ass cheeks for a minute, 
my cock jerking up and down with anticipation.  Finally I took my cock in my 
hand and ran it up her crack.  When I found her asshole, I pushed the tip of my 
cock in.

"Oh!"  she cried.  I pushed in a little farther, and Shannon began to complain.  
"Oh!  Oh, it hurts.  Oh god, no, no farther, no, please, oh no, please."  She was 
crying again, and her hands came around to push me away.

"Oh yes," I said, my voice full of need, "Oh yes, Shannon.  I'm going to fuck 
your ass, your beautiful ass, oh god, oh, god.  I've waited long enough for this, 
I'm not waiting any longer."  I pushed myself in farther, and Shannon began to 
make little squeaking noises of pain.  My cock was so stiff that the area just 
behind the glans was actually numb.

"Please no, please, you're hurting me, please," she cried.  Her entreaties only 
made me hotter, and I pushed in more.  Though I was crazy with desire, I did 
not want to damage her, so I was taking it slowly.  Nevertheless she howled 
with pain.

"Oh, god, you're too big, you're killing me, please stop, please stop."  She tried 
to turn over, bringing my cock nearly all the way out.

"I will kill you if you don't hold still," I growled.  I pushed her shoulders down 
hard on the bed and put my hand on the back of her neck.  
"I'll fuckin' kill you, bitch, I'll kill you."  I pushed myself back in to about the level 
I had reached before, Shannon crying out and shaking with pain.  

I had to stop moving for a minute to keep myself from coming; then I began 
fucking her ass, slowly, controlling the depth of my penetration by keeping my 
left foot flat on the mattress with my knee bent.  

I kept it up for a few minutes, trying to let her get used to the sensation.  Then I 
let her rest, my cock still inside her.  Her shoulders shook as she cried.

I knew I could not wait much longer, even without moving.  Shannon's ass was 
the tightest, hottest place my cock had ever been.  The white noise in my head 
grew louder, and I reached underneath Shannon to grab her tits.  I squeezed 
and kneaded them for a minute, and then could wait no longer.  
I squeezed her tits hard and pulled them downward as I hunched myself up 
suddenly, pushing all the way into her ass.  As I felt my balls touch her ass 
Shannon screamed briefly, and the sound drove me into a frenzy.  My hands 
moved to her shoulders, and I began fucking her wildly, my head spinning as 
my cock moved in and out, my hips thrusting hard against her ass.  

I heard Shannon crying out as I drove against her, but I could not listen; I 
wanted only to shoot my cum into her beautiful white ass.

It did not take long.  Shannon screamed as I bucked like a horse, my 
fingernails cutting into her shoulders, trying to drive my whole pelvis into her 
asshole.  

The feeling of my balls slapping against her ass made me grimace with 
pleasure, and my cock was so hard that I could not think of it as a part of me. 
My cum shot out with such force that I was sure she would taste it in her 
mouth, a cum and shit cocktail.  It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

Chapter Six


There was a ten-day break between the end of the Spring semester and the 
beginning of Summer classes, and I had given Shannon the time off from 
studying. 

During this interval we played games and walked together, and Shannon's 
thighs healed up.  After our one episode of ass-fucking, our sex was pretty 
vanilla for a while.  I need these periods of vanilla sex; they whet my appetite 
for darker things.  By Friday I was ready for something more interesting.

I had built another restraint apparatus in the basement.  Its construction was 
very simple; a pair of short four-by-four posts held a piece of steel pipe 
stationary, about six inches off the ground, while another pair of posts, about 
five inches behind the first, were arranged to allow the insertion of a matching 
piece of pipe, only about four inches off the ground.  

Above and slightly behind the rear posts were two two-by-fours descending 
from the ceiling, connected at the bottom by a third piece of pipe.  I had set the 
height of this last piece of pipe so that I could pull Shannon's arms behind her 
and hook them over it, and she could still just kneel on the floor.  In that 
position, the stationary piece of pipe on the ground would prevent her from 
moving forward, while the moveable piece, once inserted, would keep her from 
moving up or back.  
She would, in effect, be held to the ground at her knees with her arms hooked 
behind her over the upper bar. A pair of handcuffs to hold her wrists together 
would prevent her from unhooking her arms, and she would be held with her 
ass and front exposed, her tits thrust forward by the position of her arms.  She 
would be able to writhe around a little, but not much lateral movement was 
possible, as the two-by-fours from the ceiling were only about two feet apart.

I had not allowed Shannon into the basement since I had stopped quizzing 
her, so, although she knew that I was building something, she did not know 
what it was. Somehow she knew better than to ask.  On Friday morning I 
demanded a blowjob, knowing that I would need to have come to keep myself 
in control that afternoon. Shannon complied at once, as usual.  

She could tell that something was going on by my silence and moodiness that 
day, but she asked no questions.  By midafternoon she was pretty nervous, 
and was going out of her way to be nice to me.  I rebuffed her, which made her 
more nervous.  I was losing my mind from fantasizing about what I was about 
to do, but I had to take a shit before I could start.  Finally it happened.

"Come here," I said gruffly, coming naked out of the bathroom, my cock 
pointing like a sexual divining rod.  I took her robe off and threw it in a corner, 
leaving her nude.  

"Go get a pillow," I ordered.  Shannon left and returned in a moment with a 
pillow and an anxious look.  She still knew better than to ask what was 
happening.

I took her by the arm and led her downstairs.  When she saw the new piece of 
apparatus, she began to tremble and pull away slightly.

"What's that?" she asked, her voice unsteady.  I didn't answer, but took the 
pillow from her and placed it on the ground between the posts.  I pushed her 
over so that she was standing just behind the pillow, and drew her arms back 
behind her.  My cock was already quivering, and pre-cum was evident at the 
tip.  Rushes of lust were coursing through me, making my diaphragm contract 
periodically, and shortening my breathing.

"Kneel,"  I ordered.  With a look of terror, but without a sound, she knelt. I held 
her arms so that they hooked properly over the bar.  I put the second piece of 
pipe in place between the posts so that she was held down, and then secured 
her wrists with handcuffs.


I stepped away to view my handiwork.  God, it was a delicious sight!  The 
thought of it brings my cock to attention even now: Shannon, beautiful, young, 
trembling Shannon, her breasts jutting out, her ass curving gorgeously, 
awaiting my pleasure.  I stepped behind her to take out the new whip I had 
bought---a  proper whip this time, not a rod---and began to talk to her.

"I've got a present for you," I said.  My body was jerking slightly at the hips, and 
my voice was thick.  I took out the whip and, still standing behind her, lowered 
it over her shoulder and let it snake down between her breasts.  Shannon 
shook and made a little whimper of distress when she saw it.  Her voice was a 
whisper when she spoke.

"Are you gonna...I mean...oh god."  She stopped to swallow.  "Are you gonna 
use that on me?"

"Yes," I replied, "I'm going to use it on your tits."  I brushed it across her chest, 
making her shudder.  Tears came to her eyes.

"Please don't," she said, "please.  Haven't I been good?"  She looked up at me 
beseechingly, still not having, apparently, any idea of the effect this would have 
on me.  I reached down to caress her tits, and spoke in her ear. 

"Very good, Shannon, very good.  But, Shannon, it doesn't make any 
difference.  I..." I couldn't speak for a moment for the rushing sound in my 
head.  "I just have to.  Oh god you've got beautiful tits."

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that she was looking directly up 
at me.  "Guess what, Shannon?" I said as conversationally as I could.  "I had 
to take a shit a few minutes ago, and guess what?  I couldn't find any toilet 
paper to wipe myself.  I wonder how I can get my asshole cleaned up?"

"No, no.  Please, no."  She was really crying now, and trying to pull her arms 
over the bar.  I walked around to her front and raised the whip.  Her eyes 
opened wide as she watched it descend, and she screamed when it hit her 
chest. A red welt appeared at once on the top of her left tit, and she sobbed 
when she saw it.  Her tears fell onto her breasts, and the sight of them 
gleaming there drove me into a frenzy.  I

 brought my arm down harder, hitting her right tit this time, and Shannon 
screamed again and writhed around, trying to free herself. As had happened 
on the occasion of our first "quiz," white liquid was dripping from my cock, this 
time onto the floor.  My balls felt as though they would draw up into my body.

I began hitting her tits in earnest, making sure that I left no part of them 
unwhipped.  Lines of blood began to appear where the flail abraded the skin, 
and soon her tits were a bloody mess.  At first she screamed at every stroke, 
cursing, threatening, and begging me in between, but after about fifteen 
strokes she began to ululate constantly, merely raising her voice when the 
whip struck. 

The only time she really screamed was when the tip would hit her nipple.  I 
couldn't really hear her anyway; I was deafened by the rushing sound in my 
ears. Tears ran continually down her face, splashing her breasts.  At around 
twenty-five strokes, I guess, drool began to run from her mouth, and her 
curses became incoherent noises like the sounds a deaf person makes when 
screaming in anger. Somewhere after thirty-five strokes I stopped, almost out 
of control myself. I backed away from her, panting.

"I'm going upstairs," I managed to get out.  I went up to the kitchen, partly to 
cool off myself and partly to give her a rest.  I forced myself to drink something 
cold and breathe deeply before going back down.  I was more in control than 
before, but I knew it was a fragile thing; I would have to be careful, or I would 
go too far.  Maybe I already had.

Shannon was letting herself hang, exhausted, from the bar when I came in.  I 
picked up the whip, and she looked up.  When she saw it in my hand, she 
began to cry.

"No, please, no more.  Please, please."  She looked down at her tits, mangled 
and covered with drying blood.

"Oh god," she said, weeping, "oh, god."  I waited for her to stop crying. She 
didn't, but in a few minutes her crying subsided to a series of whimpers.  I 
walked over to her, the whip  in my hand.  I bent down, my head next to hers.

"Shannon," I said.  I felt as though I was speaking directly from my cock, 
without mediation from my mind.  She moaned, and I went on, "it's time for you 
to lick my asshole."  She looked up.  Her expression stayed blank, but fresh 
tears came to her eyes.  She moaned again.

"Shannon."  She looked up at me again.  I looked carefully into her eyes, 
searching for signs of resentment, of resistance, but there were none to be 
seen. She was too far gone for that, too close to mere survival.I continued, 
"You have to lick my asshole, Shannon.  Are you ready?"  She nodded, tears 
still falling.  I knelt down on one knee and took her chin in my hand.  "You have 
to say `please', Shannon."
"Please."  It was a whisper.

"No, Shannon, not like that.  Say `please master may I lick your asshole'."

"Please master may I lick your asshole."  Just barely above a whisper this 
time.

"Do you want more of this?"  I raised the whip.

"No, no!  Please, no more."  Genuine terror in her voice.

"Then say `Please, Master, let me lick your asshole, today and every day'."

Her voice trembled, but she said it.  "Please, master, let me lick your asshole 
today and every day."

"Almost.  I want you to mean it.  Make me believe it, or I'll use this again."
"Please, PLEASE, Master, may I lick your asshole, today and every day?"  
This time her voice, though cracked, carried conviction.  She was really asking 
not to be hit, I knew, but it didn't matter; I had what I wanted.

"Yes you may," I replied.  I turned around and bent over, my ass pressed to 
her face.  She began licking mindlessly at my crack, and I reached back to pull 
my cheeks fully apart.  I really had not wiped myself, so I was very dirty.  
Shannon started licking without hesitation, starting down near my balls.  

My cock was jerking up and down with the sensation.  When she got up near 
my asshole I heard her gag.  

"Don't throw up, bitch," I said, my voice hysterical with need.  "If you throw up 
I'll make you eat it off the floor."  

She whimpered again and began licking enthusiastically, now almost at my 
asshole.  The fire in my cock grew hotter, and I knew I was going to come.  

"Lick it, lick it, you bitch.  Oh god, lick it.  Shove your tongue up my asshole, or 
I'll whip your tits til there's nothing left."  

She gave a little cry, and tried to shove her tongue up my hole. As she pushed 
her head into my ass the rushing sound in my head became suddenly louder.  
I felt my balls tighten, and I felt them explode.  


Cum spurted onto the floor as I howled, "Deeper!  Deeper, you fucking bitch!  
Oh god, suck my asshole you cunt...  oh shit eat it, eat it or I'll kill you, I'll fuck 
you with a knife, I'll cut your tits off you goddamned cunt... ."

I had never had so intense an orgasm.  Since then I have learned that doctors 
collect sperm samples by attaching electrodes near your asshole and giving 
you a jolt, and that is the nearest I can come to describing the feeling: it was 
like electricity arcing from my asshole to my balls.  

Even though I had come that morning, I came and came for what seemed like 
hours, my cum shooting out sometimes seven or eight feet across the 
concrete floor.  In my delirium I was smashing my ass back onto Shannon's 
face, and she licked it as though her life depended on it, trying desperately to 
drive her tongue inside me.  

I let her continue long after I couldn't come anymore, grinding my ass on her 
face, my cock hard and spasming at the touch of her tongue though nothing 
was coming out, my face a grin of pure animal joy.


Chapter Seven


Shannon was changed in several ways by her first real whipping.  It had been 
a serious one, of course, more serious really than I had planned, and it took 
her quite a while to get over it physically.  During this time she stayed in bed 
alone much of the time, and I often heard her crying.  I knew that she was 
trying to decide to leave me, forget about our bargain, and go home.  

She was always polite to me, and did as she was ordered, but she was 
withdrawn, too concerned with her problems to pay serious attention to 
anything else.  

I understood what was going on, and left her alone except for two things: I 
made her keep up with her schoolwork (though I forewent quizzes for a while), 
and I made her lick my asshole and suck me off every day.  She performed 
these sexual duties in an abstracted fashion, as uninterested in them as in 
everything else.  

Because of this, I got very little pleasure out of them myself; I kept them up, 
especially the ass-licking, to make her know, for at least a few minutes every 
day, that she was still my slave.

Her breasts slowly healed, and after a few weeks were as beautiful as ever; 
the whip had, miraculously, left no scars.  For a while I was scared that I had 
damaged her permanently despite my promise (and intent), and I made up my 
mind never to use such a heavy whip on her tits again.  

Sometime near the end of that period she made the decision to stay.  I knew it 
when it happened, and not just because she became more cheerful.  

When I took her into bed, she would go for my cock with her mouth, sucking 
and licking, and then look up and say eagerly, "Please, sir, may I lick your 
asshole?"  

The first time this happened I was too surprised to say anything, and just 
nodded dumbly.  She went back to my cock, licking her way down now to my 
balls, and then went on to my asshole, which she licked with abandon, pushing 
her tongue hard into my ass and jerking me off with her hand.  

I was so taken aback that I left her in control, and soon came in her hand.  She 
moved so that she was facing me, and began to lick my cum off her hand, 
staring me provocatively in the eyes.

"Was that good, sir?" she asked.

"Oh, very good," I choked out.  She reached her hand down to my belly and 
rubbed the remaining come on me, then moved down to lick it off.

"Oh sir," she breathed between licks, "please let me suck you.  May I suck 
you?"  Her hand on my balls brought my cock back to life, and I shivered with 
pleasure.

"Oh yes," I said.  "Suck me, Shannon, suck me."  Her mouth engulfed my cock 
and she began to move very slowly, teasingly, up and down.  She had had a 
great deal of practice by now, and her mouth was as soft and enveloping as a 
cunt.  

She continued for a few minutes, then positioned her breasts over my crotch 
and began to move up and down, rubbing them on my cock and balls.  I was 
moaning and my hips were moving up and down, trying to fuck her tits.

"Oh, god," I moaned, "I wanna fuck your tits, Shannon.  Give me your tits." She 
moved up so that her tits were above my mouth, and spoke again, breathing 
nearly as hard as I was.

"Here they are, master.  They're yours, suck them."  I took a nipple in my 
mouth and sucked hard on it, and she gasped.  

"Oh!" she said, and let her weight push her tits down on my face.  "Bite them, 
master.  Do you want to bite my tits?"  

She raised herself up and swung her tits back and forth across my face, and I 
caught a nipple in my mouth and bit it.  Shannon jerked upward, but came 
down again immediately, placing her tit just above my mouth.  I bit her nipple 
again, harder this time.  

"Yes, master, yes," she said, her hips thrusting against my leg, "Bite me, 
unhhh."

I grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her over.  I started slapping her tits, 
first one and then the other.  Her hands came up instinctively to protect them, 
and I stopped and looked at her.  "No," I said, "put them down.  Expose your 
tits to me."  

She whispered, "Yes, master," and lowered her arms.  I resumed spanking her 
tits, which were turning red.  She started crying, but kept her arms down, 
pressed into the sheets.  After a while I stopped, and she spoke again, her 
voice hoarse.

"Thank you, master."  She buried her head on the pillow next to my shoulder, 
still crying, and I put my arm around her, running my hand up and down her 
back. In a moment she put her arms around my neck and brought her mouth 
to my ear, and her hips resumed their earlier rotating motions.

"Master," she whispered, "would you like to fuck me now?"  She began 
rubbing herself against me, and took my cock in her hand, stroking and pulling 
at it.  I rolled on top of her, but did not enter her yet.  Instead I took her tits in 
my hands and played gently with them.  

She made a little noise, and I knew they were sore from her spanking.  She 
said, her hips now thrusting against me, "Oh yes, oh oh yes, master, oh they 
hurt, they hurt.  Oh, master, will you fuck me? Please fuck me.  Fuck my cunt, 
master."

"Not yet," I said.  "You have to do something for me."

"What?"

"Take my cock in your hand and hold it."  She did so, and I continued, "These 
tits---whose tits are they?"

"Huh?  They're mine."

"No, wrong."  I slapped the left one, not hard, and she jerked.  "They're mine.  
Am I right?"

"Yes, yes, you're right, master, they're yours."  She was flushed with desire, 
her neck and face almost as red as her tits.

"Then I can do whatever I like with them, right?"

"Yes," she said, panting.

"Even whip them?"  I looked directly at her as I said this.

Her face showed her distress as the memory of her recent whipping came 
back, but she said, looking me in the eyes, "Yes, master.  Even whip them.  
Oh, master, ohhh... ."

"Good girl.  Good slave."  I reached down and put my hand on her crotch. 
"Whose cunt is this?"

"Yours.  It's yours, master.  Please fuck me, master, please."

"Soon."  I reached around underneath her and pinched her ass cheek, hard 
enough to make her squirm.  "Whose ass is this?"

"Ouch!  Ohh, it's yours.  Please, master fuck me oh god I need it oh shit oh 
god oh master... ."

"I will if you answer one more question correctly.  Why do you exist, 
Shannon?"

She looked distraught.  She was shaking with desire, and she knew she could 
not answer the question.

"I don't know, I don't know.  Please, please, I want it, unhh..."  Her hips were 
moving up and down in an attempt to fuck the air.

"I'll tell you the answer, Shannon.  You exist to give me pleasure."

"Yes, sir, oh yesss..."

"Say it, Shannon: I exist to give my master pleasure."

"I exist to give my master pleasure.  Yes.  Oh, please!"

"Good girl."  I entered her, and we began to move together in the oldest dance.  
I gave Shannon an orgasm, and then another, holding myself back.  As she 
approached her third orgasm, I wrapped my arms around her neck and began 
fucking her vigorously, intending to climax when she did.  

Her body was slippery with sweat, and her breathing was very loud in my ear.  
She moaned, and I knew she was about to come again.  As the cum rushed 
up from my balls I heard her whisper, so softly that she could not have 
intended me to hear, 

"I love you, master.  Oh god, I love you."

She was mine.

Susan's Secret Life

Chapter 1

I've never thought about writing a chronicle of my life before, but certain recent 
events have made me realize that I must trying to look back at my life to date 
in order to understand myself.  I've lived, actually, two different lifes 
simultaneously.   In one life, I've been a model student and, now, an attorney 
who is respected both for her legal abilities and her sedate, upright existence.  
In the other, I must admit, I've beome a shameless slut, a sex addict, fucking 
everyone I can.  Until recently, I've been able to keep these two lives separate.  
Even though high school, where I earned straight A's and was the captain of 
the cheerleader squad, only a few people knew about my secret life.  But my 
world started unraveling in the late 1980s when I took a job at a law firm in 
Phoenix. 

I was just out of law school at the fairly young age of 24.  I had graduated from 
college and law school with honors, so I was interviewed by one of the top law 
firms in Phoenix.  Riding the elevator up to the top floor, I was nervous, 
worrying that my shyness would overcome my sense of how could I was as a 
future lawyer, and so I barely noticed when the handsome young man got on 
the elevator on the third floor.  But soon I became all to aware of him.  

We were alone in the elevator but instead of giving me room, he stood directly 
behind me.  As we rode higher and higher, he came closer and closer until he 
was pushed softly against me from behind.  I was scared so I stepped to the 
other side of the elevator and tried to give him a scowl to show him I wasn't 
interested.  I looked directly at him and frowned, but he just broke into a wide, 
handsome grin and winked at me.  I felt that he could see right through me.  
Right into my secret life, that is.  He was younger, maybe eighteen or nineteen, 
and extremely handsome.  His knit shirt showed off his hard muscles, and I 
started to go weak in the knees right then and there.  I looked down quickly to 
hide my embarrassment and beginning lust. 

"I can't think about that now.  I can't think about that now," I kept telling myself 
as I felt a flush of lust rise in my chest and my breath came in shallower sips.  I 
could even feel myself getting wet.  That's my problem.  I love sex and have a 
hard time not thinking about it. 

The young man started come toward me again and I started backing away 
until I ran into the wall of the elevator.  Luckily for me we had just reached the 
top floor and the doors opened.  I looked up.  The young man looked me in the eyes and licked his lips then turned and  walked out. 

I was hot and flustered.  How was I going to manage  to get through an 
interview in this state?  I wanted to find a bathroom and clean myself up.  I 
wanted to be alone for a few minutes to get a grip on my runaway emotions.

I'm told I'm attractive.  In fact most people describe me as a beautiful blond 
with a body that attracts men like flies even though my breasts are not overly 
large.  But I am increadibly shy of my body and rarely try to attract any 
attention.  I dress in smart, tailored business suits. Smart enough to instill 
confidence in my colleagues and my clients, but sedate enough not to attract 
unwanted attention.  At the same time I am constantly thinking about sex and 
imagining what it would be like to be fucked by almost evey man I know.  

Even whe waiting for a plane or bus, I will mentally undress the men around 
me and imagine what it would be like fucking them.  I continually imagine 
throwing caution to the wind and becoming a slut who fucks and sucks without 
a second thought.  My problem, of course, is that I not only have second 
thoughts, but thirds and forths.  This was even after I was introduced to waton 
sex by Bob, my lover. 

Bob was the young man in the elevator.  He is 21 years old and works at our 
firm doing odd jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc.  He's 
strong and good looking. I think he must work out to have such a build.  
His stomach is rock hard and his muscles bulge, making me almost cream myself each time I see him.  He is, by the way, not at all hard to mentally undress since he wears such tight shirts and jeans almost all the time.  He is a brunette with flashing green eyes.  God!  Just thinking about him makes me want to . . .  But enough of that. 

I constantly noticed Bob watching me during my first few weeeks at work.  He 
would be walking through the office, or in the elevator, or in the parking lot.  It 
seemed that I was seeing him everywhere.  After about three weeks of working 
there we found ourselves alone in the elevator again one morning. 

"God, you're beautiful,"  Bob said.  "Just looking at you makes my mouth 
water." 

I dodn't know what to do.  I almost passed out right there.  My head was 
spinning and I thought I was losing my balance. 
"My name's Bob.  Bob Fletcher.  What's yours?" 

"Ah.  Sue.  I mean, my name's Ms Johnson.  I'm a lawyer."  I lowered my head 
and backed against the wall. 

Bob laughed hard and bright.  "Well.  A lawyer. Listen, honey, I know what you 
need.  You want it, you gotta ask . Stay after work  an' let me  know." 

Just then the elevator door open up and Phyllis Flat got on.  Phyllis and I were 
friend and ven though we'd only known each other about two weeks, she knew 
me well enough to know that something was wrong. 

"Hey, Sue," she said.  "What's a matter?  You look all flushed.  You o.k.?" 

"Yeah, I'm o.k.," I managed to say, half whispering half stuttering.

As the clock approached five, I felt worse and worse. I sat at my desk but no 
work was getting done.  I couldn't think straight.  I knew I wasn't going to stay 
late.  I'd just go straight out the door at five.  No problem.  That would be that.  
I was trying to leave all of my second life behind.  New job.  New city.  No one 
has to know.  Please, God, help me from letting it all start up again.  I love it, 
God help me, but please. . . . 

At five to five as I walked out of my office to the water cooler, I saw him 
standing beside the elevator, leaning against the wall and smiling at me.  I 
knew I was a goner.  I had to stay.  Yet I kept telling myself that I'd walk right 
past him and just go out, but in my heart of hearts, I knew I'd stay. 
At five, Phyllis asked me.  "Hey, you coming? Can't work your whole life." 
"Oh, sorry, Phyllkis.  You go on.  I got a bit more on this case.  Don't want to 
have to take it home with me." 

Even then I told myself that I'd go.  Just stay a few minutes.  If I ran into him, I 
thought, I'd tell him what's what.  I'm not interested in him or anything he's got.  
I rehearsed a dozen things I was going to say and then promptly forgot them 
all immediately.  I couldn't think straight. 

Five after the hour there was a knock on my door, then the handle turned and 
he walked in. 

"Well, sweet Sue.  Bet we're going to have a sweet time."  His smile flashed as 
he softly closed the door. 

"No.  I mean, I don't know what you . . .  I mean, what do you . . .   Who do you 
think . . .  What do . . ."  I stammered, absolutely unable to think straight. 

"You know exactly what I want.  I want to turn you inside out.  Make you cum 
like the bunny you are.  Give you something like you've never had it.  Ever.  
Make love to you so rich and full . . . .  Well, what do ya, say?  Do we do? Or 
do we don't?" 

I couldn't breathe.  I couldn't talk.  I lowered my head.  "Do," was all I said. 

Bob walked around to my side of the desk.  He grabbed me firmly by the 
shoulders and stood me up.  His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt 
them suit coat and shirt. His fingers found my braless nipples and they 
immediately hardened to his touch. 

"No, Bob!  I cant'.  I mean.  Jesus."  I ground against him dispite myself, 
pushing my cunt against his jeans.  I could feel a damn burst inside me 
emotionally and, at the same time, I could feel myself flow inside.  Suddenly I 
realized what had happened.  I was pissing!  In my confusion, I hadn't gone to 
the bathroom all afternoon  and now I was pissing myself!  I was able to shut it 
off immediately, but still the front of my skirt was wet. 

"Oh, baby, pissing yourself, huh?  What a lawyer!  Sign of a real professional.  
Pinch their clit and they piss themselves.  Well, you better take off that skirt, 
bitch. Look at my jeans.  You got me wet too.  We're going ta see about this." 

But before he let me free, he pulled me roughly to him and mashed his mouth 
against mine, grabbing my buns from behind and squeezing them.  I could feel 
his massive cock shoved against my cunt. 
I squirmed against him, mashing my cunt and belly into his and moving in hot, hard circles against him.  God, I wanted it! 

"Yeah, you're going to get it too!"  It was as if he had read my mind.  "But first 
you gotta say hello to my friend." Bob ripped down his zipper and pulled out a 
beautiful, rigid cock.  He grabbed my hand and brought it to his dick.  I couldn't 
help but give it a soft squeeze.  It was lovely.  Hot and hard and I felt it had my 
name written all over it. I moaned and squeezed some more. 

"Introduce yourself, babe.  Personal like."  He shoved me down to my knees 
until I was looking directly at his big, beautiful cock.  "Come on, Sweet Sue, 
give it a lickity split.  Pretend it's a banana." 

I was still holding it and softly stroking it when I stuck out my tongue and tasted 
its tip.  The precum oozed out onto my tongue and then I let my tongue go 
further and caress the bottom of the fat, swollen head.  God, I loved it.  Every 
inch.  Every lick.  I just had to have it.  All of it.  

Ashamed as I was, I cupped my lips about the head and, still stroking with my 
hand, swirled my tongue around and around, tasting the sweet baby flesh, hot 
and warm, then I'd suck in and tickle the under head with my tongue. Finally I 
let him sink in while grabbing his sweet buns. And I had to see more and I 
pumped up and down on him so I opened his belt and, pulling momentarily 
away, lowered his jeans and shorts and stared at his muscular legs as he 
stepped out of his clothes.  

I continued sucking his beautiful cock, feeling wicked and naked, fully dressed 
in my professional garb while he stood there exposed. 

I felt his ass tighten up and he began to spurt in me. Since I am shy, I tried to 
pull back and away, but he grabbed my head and pulled me down on him as 
he spurted into my mouth.  I loved it!  Necter of the gods.  Hot, sweet sperm 
rolling around in my mouth and down my throat.  "Look out tummy," I wanted 
to say, but my mouth was full at the time. 

"Goddamn!  That was fine.  Fine," Bob said as he pulled me to my feet and 
suoved his still throbbing cock against the wet patch on my skirt.  "Now it's 
time to get outta these, bitch, " indicating my skirt and blouse. 

"But I have to go to the bathroom," I said, embarrassed. 
"You going take a piss?" 


"I have to urinate."  I said, blushing to even say it in front of a man.  "Please," I 
pleaded with my eyes. 

He seemed to relent, "Okay, honey, but make it quick. We ain't done.  Not by a 
LONG shot!"

When I got back from the bathroom, Bob was start naked laying on my couch 
and pulling on his still hard cock.  He didn't seem in the least embarrassed to 
be masterbating in front of me.  I couldn't believe it.  The he stood up and 
walked over to me.  "Take off your clothes." 

I did as he asked.  slowly pulling down my skirt and stepping out of it, then 
taking off my coat and blouse.  I felt SO NAKED standing in front of him in only 
my bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. 

"What are you waiting for?"  He asked while runing one hand up and down my 
side and continuing to masturbate with the other. Suddently he pushed his 
fingers against my cunt outside my wet panties, then stopped, pulled away 
from me, pulled down my panties, then slid that wonderful dick into my already 
hot, wet cunt.  We fucked our way over to the couch and I fell back on it.  

God it felt great as he stroked hard and long in and out while crushing my 
mouth with his.  He dug his hands into my tight buttocks then suddenly 
grabbed my bra and pulled it down over my tits. While still fucking me, he bent 
his head and sucked on one tit while mauling the lother. 

He pumped faster and faster, bringing me to a series of orgasams until I was 
shaking in an uncontrollable frenzy of delight as he pumped a hot load of cum 
nto me. 

He lay still while I continued shaking and trying  to pump beneath him bringing 
myself to yet another orgasm. 

He pulled out, then began to rub his wet cock all over my stomach and tits, 
pulling himself over me and rubbing up and down.  I've never felt more naked 
or more alive.  Skin to skin.  In spite of my embarrassment, I couldn't keep my 
hands off of him. 

"Did I tell you true, or what?  That was some fuck, huh?" 

Embarrassed, I looked down at his cock, still hard, laying on my stomach, "Ah 
. . . Yes.  I mean . . .  I mean, yes.  I mean I loved it.  I really did.  God!  I was 
great. I mean , yes.  I liked it.  I like you.  I mean, I ah, love. . ." 
"That's okay.  I know what you mean," and he kissed me long and tenderly.  I 
melted right there.  At that moment I knew I was his to do with as he wished, 
and _I_ wished he would wish a lot.  And he did.  Thank God.

After work the following Monday, as I was preparing to leave the office, Bob 
demanded a blow job.  There was never any question of doing what he said to 
do.  I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and 
wanted more. 

He pulled me into an empty office and pulled down his fly. 

"Go fishin', bitch," he demanded.  I set down my purse and started to take off 
my hat and suit jacket. 

"Leave the hat on!  But take of that jacket, open your blouse and pull out your 
tits" 

I did as he asked, though I had to unsnap my bra first. He pulled me to him 
and fingered both tits roughly. 

"Oh, yeah, Baby.  You're something.  Nice tits, bitch." 

Then he pushed me down and demanded, "Pull it out and blow me, Cunt." 

I reached in but had a hard time pulling his dick out because it was so hard 
and in at an awkward position. 

"Fuck!" he said and pulled it out for me.  I couldn't believe how great it looked.  
I opened my lip and softly sucked the red head into my mouth, swirling my 
tongue around the bottom. 

"Do it, bitch!" and he grabbed my hair from the back of my head and shove 
himself into me until he ran into the back of my throat.  I was gagging and 
coughing and crying, but he continued to ram into me, occasionally pulling out 
and rubbing his dick all over my face, spreading pre-cum and spit across my 
cheeks and ruining my make up. 

When I finally felt him about to cum, I sucked harder and harder, pulling his 
dick with my hand and sliding my other around him to cup his ass.  God, I was 
hot!  And I wanted to drink him down.  But he pulled out at the last minute and 
squirted all over my face.  I continued to milk him until he stopped and licked 
and sucked him till he was clean.  I collapsed on the floor as he zipped up and 
walked out. 
On Friday afternoon, Bob gave me his address and told me to be there by 
noon on Saturday.  I went, of course.  I was his, and he  knew it.  We fucked 
all day and into the night. 

I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Bob around the 
neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday, slut." 

"Why do you have to talk so mean to me?" I asked. 

"Sometimes mean an' sometimes not.  You got an objection?" 

"No, honey, I'll be here.  I love you.  I'll do whatever you want," and I held him 
pushing against his hardness.  I couldn't get enough. 

"See you in the office after work on Monday, slut." 

"I'll be waiting, Bob." On the second Saturday, Bob wasn't alone when I 
arrived. 

"This is my friend, Tom," smiled Bob. 

Tom was a bit older than Bob, about 21, I thought.  He was 5'10", had thinning 
hair, and had a small paunch.  But you could tell he had a lot of upper body 
strength.  He was probably a football player in high school, I thought, maybe a 
lineman.  He was wearing a blue striped tea shirt and cutoffs.  His legs was 
hairy and muscular. 

I said hello to Tom and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn't wait for him 
to leave, so Bob and I could get on with the fucking!  I get hot just being close 
to Bob. 

Bob patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Tom you would 
play strip poker with us." 

I couldn't believe what I'd heard. 

"I . . . I can't do that, Bob."  I couldn't understand why Bob would say that, and 
wondered how far he was going to push me. 

"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out of here.  
No more fun times with me." 
I knew Bob was serious.  I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a 
few seconds.  I was not prepared to give up Bob's pleasures so easily. 
"Okay, Bob, I'll do it." 

With a huge grin, Bob walked over to the kitchen table and sat down.  A deck 
of card was sitting on the middle of the table.  Tom walked over and took a 
seat then looked at me.  I lowered my head and walked over. 

Tom lost the first hand and, instead to taking off his shirt or shoes and socks, 
he stood up and proudly unzipped his cutoffs.  He wasn't wearing any 
underwear!  I was shocked and excited at the same time.  His hard dick 
jumped out and he slid down the cutoffs and sat back down. 

"You like that?" Bob asked. 

I lowered my head and nodded, then quickly shook my head "no."  I could feel 
myself getting very wet beneath the sheer black panties I had worn for Bob's 
benefit. 

I lost the next two hands and took off my heels and stockings.  At first, I tried to 
take off only one stocking, leaving my other attached to the garter belt around 
my waist. 

"Hell, it wouldn't be fair to Tom!  Both stockings, bitch!" 

I turned in my chair away from Tom, lifted my skirt above my stockings and, 
one at a time unsnapped the garters and rolled down the stockings.  Tom and 
stood up and came silently around to watch me befor I noticed.  In fact the first 
thing I saw was the bob  bing white dick in front of him.  I turned red, but 
finished what I had begun. 

"God!" Tom exclainmed, "Would you look at those legs!" 

I turned back, tucking my legs under the table.  Even though Tom was far 
more exposed than I was, I felt as though I was stark naked in front of a 
stranger. 

Tom took another step toward me and put a hand on my knee.  Then he knelt 
down beside me and ran his hand up and down my calf, moaning and cupping 
the calf in one hand and his dick in the other.  

I thought he was going to jack off right there.  I looked at Bob for help, but he 
just sat where he was, grinning and shuffling the card.  Then he started 
dealing again. 

Tom stood up and walked back to his seat, his boner bouncing before him.  
"Wow," he said under his breath, looked at Bob and laughed.  Bob laughed 
back and continued dealing the cards. 

I picked mine up, in part to cover my embarrassment.  I had a good hand.  
Two pair and an ace.  I discarded the ace and ended up with a full house. 

Bob lost the hand and, like Tom, he took off his jeans. Like Tom, he wasn't 
wearing any underwear and his dick popped out, hard and ready.  I couldn't 
restrain myself.  I could only stare.  It was longer than Tom's and looked 
delicious.  Tom had been watching me and laughed. 

"You're are ready, aren't you?" Tom asked.  I was too embarrassed to answer 
and looked down again at my cards, even though the hand was long over. 

Bob stepped out of his jeans and walked around to my side of the table.  I 
watched his cock bouncing before him out of the corner of my eye. 

"Say hello to your friend," he demanded when he finally stood before me. 

I looked more directly at his cock, still terribly embarrassed to be doing this in 
front of his friend. "Hello," I weakly muttered. 

"No, bitch!" he grabbed my hair and shoved his hard dick in my face, "Say 
hello like you meant it." 

I said hello louder and, as he pulled my head toward him, kissed the red head 
of his dick.  I could sense the cum in it welling up and could see a clear drop 
gather on the head.  I kissed it again, even after he had let go of my head, 
lightly licking off the clear drop, then dropped my head, embarrassed. 

Bob laughed, walked back to his seat and dealt another hand.  This time I was 
dealt trash.  I discarded three cards, but only managed two fives.  

I was worried.  Next, would come my white blouse.  Then Tom would 
see me in my bra.  And besides that, I only had a skirt, black panties and 
matching garter belt.  But the men only had shoes and shirts.  Nneither was 
wearing socks. 

Tom had three of a kind and Bob had two pair. 

I didn't set down my cards but froze looking down onto the table.  I was on the 
verge of tears, but at the same time I was terribly horny. 
"What you got, bitch?" said Bob with a wide grin.  He knew I had lost the hand. 

For a minute, I regretted everything.  My long years of teasing cocks, my affair 
with Bob, my entire double life. Everything.  I laid down my cards and slowly 
started to unbutton my blouse from the top down.  When I got near the waist, I 
had to push back my chair and pull out the bottom of the blouse to continue.  
This exposed a portion of my bra for the first time. 

When Tom saw the black lace peak out from beneath my white blouse, he 
gave a low whistle. 

I finished unbuttoning my blouse and looked up at Bob pleadingly, although I 
already know it wouldn't do any good. 

"Alley-opp," Bob said. 

Looking down, I pulled up front of my blouse, aware that in so doing my tits 
strained against the bra as they pulled up and out.  The I slid my blouse off of 
my arms and let it drop to the floor on one side.  I pulled my arms in close to 
my body, attempting to hide what I had just exposed. 

"No, no, Bitch.  Sit up right!"  Bob warned. 

I straightened slightly, exposing more of my lace cupped tits.  The nipples 
stood out straight revealling my excitement to both men and further 
embarrassing me.  I only looked down at the table and continued doing so 
even as Bob lost the next hand and, standing up, stretch to take off his knit 
shirt.  He was now naked except for his shoes, but I didn't dare look at him. 

Mercifully, Tom lost the next hand and, like Bob, removed his shirt.  When his 
eyes were covered with the shirt I looked at him.  At his beautiful white skin, 
his broad chest, and his hard white dick that seemed to be mocking me.  I 
could not suppress a soft moan that exceped from my lips. 
Realizing I had been caught, I looked again down at the table as both men 
laughed. 

The next hand was a disaster!  I was dealt trash, discarded trash, and ended 
up with trash.  I was horrified. Both men laid down their hands, both of which 
beat mine. 

Now I must decide: skirt, bra, or garter.  I was petrified!  I couldn't seem to 
move.  If I took off the bra, Tom would see my beautiful tits.  I would be 
complete naked above the waist.  
If I removed my skirt, I'd have to stand up, revealing more of my tits beneath the bra, and to take it down.  And then all I had on beneath it were panties and garter belt.  The panties were sheer.  You could see my pussy hair beneath them, but not the lips.  If I took off the belt, I'd have to turn around, hike up my skirt all the way, revealing my panties, unsnap the belt, and pull it out. 

I decided to go for the belt.  I turned toward Bob's side of the table, lifted my 
butt slightly off the chair while raising my skirt.  Bob watched with a big smile 
on his face, but when he saw my hands go for the snap of the garter belt, he 
said, "No way, bitch.  That doesn't count.  You're going to leave that on until 
we tell you differently." 

By that time Tom had stepped back agoud the table, naked except for his 
shoes.  He saw my panties and smiled as he placed a hand on my upper 
thigh.  I was startled and gave an involentary jump. 

"Relax, honey," Tom said lowly, "I'm just checking things out."  And he let his 
hand roam up almost to the bottom of my panties.  Despite myself I spread my 
legs further apart as he came closer to my pussy, but he just laughed and 
stood up. 

"I told you she was a hot bitch, didn't I Tom?"  Bob said to his firend. 

"Now," he asked, " what's it going to be?" 

That broke my trance.  I quickly pulled my skirt back down, turned back toward 
the table, and unhooked my front-snapped bra with trembling hands.  Shaking 
with fear and lust, I pulled the straps backward off my shoulders fully exposing 
my smooth white tits capped with pink, hard nipples. 

"All right!" Tom said appreciatively and licked his lips. 

Again, I foolishly tried to cover up as much as possible by hyunching forward 
and drawing my arms around in fornt of me, but Bob would have none of it. 
"For Christ's sake, he's already seen them.  Sit the fuck up right." 

I did, knowing I was blushing terribly.  My tits stood out from my body over the 
table, and both men stared. 

Tom lost the next hand, stood up in my full view, kicked off his shoes.  I didn't 
look.  I felt he was taunting me, and I wasn't going to let him see my interest if I 
could help it although I burned inside to look.  I could only see his beautiful 
cock bouncing around out of the corner of my eye. 
The next hand was the worst I had all night.  All low cards, no pairs.  
Discarding three, I managed to pick up a pair of fives.  But Tom had a full 
house and Bob had a pair of eights.  (I didn't even know why Tom kept 
playing?  What was going to happen to him if he lost, I wondered.) 

I had no choice.  I had to take off by skirt.  Thinking back on it, I guess I could 
have removed my pants beneath the skirt, trying not to expose myself in so 
doing, but I didn't think of that then. 

Looking down, I pushed my chair back and stood up.  My hands, shaking, 
fumbled at the buttons on the right side, and when I'd released them I was 
shaking too hard to catch the skirt.  It fell at my feet.  I was ready to cry out of 
frustration, fear, lust, and several other emotions I cannot describe.  So I just 
stood there, slightly slumped over, not knowing what to do. 

Suddenly I felt Tom's hand on my upper arm.  He rubbed it up and down softly, 
almost tenderly except for a squeeze now and then. 

Here I was, almost naked, in a pair of sheer black lace panties which barely 
covered my pussy and which allowed the bottom cheeks of my ass to stick out 
and a black garter belt, standing in front of two naked men, neither of whom 
was my husband.  I wanted out, but at the same time I was drawn deeper in.  I 
even momentarily had an urge to finger myself from outside my panties, but I 
restrained myself. 

I sat back down.  Through all my shame, I still wondered what Bob would have 
Tom do if he lost the next hand.  But Bob lost the next hand instead and 
remove his shoes. 

I knew it was going to happen eventually and it did. I lost another hand.  

I looked at Bob pleadingly.  But I could tell from the look in his eyes that 
nothing was going to get me out of this one. 

"Come here," Bob said as he stood up and walked over to the living room. 

"Bob . .  ." I said, pleading with my eyes. "Come here, I said." 

So I stood up and walked slowly over to him, aware that my firm tits slightly 
bounced with every step.  I didn't dare look at Tom so I was surprised when I 
felt him at my side, again rubbing my arm.  I glanced over, nervously and saw 
his hard dick sticking out.  God I was horny!  And scared. 

"Now take them off."  Bob said.  "Slowly." 

I put both hands on the sideband of my black panties and slowly slid them 
down my hips.  I could hear Tom moaning as my blond pussy hair slowly came 
into sight. 

When I had gotten them midway down my thighs and had just started to bend 
over to pull them all the way off, Tom said "Stop." 

I looked up at Bob and Bob nodded.  Tom dropped to his knees in front of me 
and, shoving his face into my tummy, grabbed the cheeks of my ass and softly 
carressed them. While he rubbed his cheeks then his lips then his cheeks 
across my belly, he moaned and let his hands fall down the back of my legs, 
carressing the back of my thighs then my soft calfs then the back of my thighs, 
all the while careful not to pull my panties any further down. 

Finally his head went lower and he kissed my lower belly, just above where my 
pussy fur began while kneeding my ass cheeks harder and harder.  He shoved 
his chin down on my pussy.  Despite myself, I pushed back against hims and a 
soft moan of yearning escaped my lips.  He just kept rubbing my ass, thighs 
and scalfs, turned his face and rubbed his cheek up and down against my 
lower tummy and pussy. 

Just as abruptly as he began, he stopped, stood up, and held me by the 
shoulders at arms length, looking at my body up and down. 

"I told you she had a great bod, didn't I?" Bob asked. 

"You sure the fuck weren't lying, buddy," Tom said as he looked me up and 
down.  I tried to look away, then down, but when I looked down all I could see 
was Tom's beautiful dick pointed at my belly button.  "Great tits," and with this 
Tom let go of my shoulders and cupped both tits in his hand, "great ass" he 
knelt and cupped my ass, "firm belly" he  stroked my tummy softly, "and 
fantastic cunt" as both of his hand played outside of my cunt. 

I was almost choaking with lust and humiliation.  Tom hugged me poking his 
cock into my belly and rubbed it around.  I couldn't seem to catch my breath.  
Then he stood back.  "Ok, you can take your panties all the way off." 

I bent over, feeling Bob's cock poke one cheek of my ass, and pulled my 
panties down until they fell off.  Then stepped out of them and stood still.  Here 
I was, naked except for a garter belt standing in front of two, horny, naked 
men.  I started shaking. 
"Time for the next hand," Bob announced and walked over to the table.  Tom 
followed.  I could not move.  I was trembling with shame and excitement.  
Afraid of was was going to happen next and dying for it at the same time.  I felt 
cold and empty and was actually shaking. 

"Come on, honey; it gets better."  Bob said. 

I walked over to the table and sat down, slightly surprised by the cold metal of 
the chair.  I didn't know what was going to happen to the next person who lost 
a hand, but I should have guessed. 

I could barely play my cards since I was so scared, but I managed to get three 
sixes.  Tom only had a pair of tens. Bob had two pair. 

"O.K.," bitch, it's your choice. 

"What . . . what do you mean?" I stammered. 

"You've got the high hand and Tom's low.  You can make him do anything you 
want." 

"What?"  I asked. 

"Well, you can't injure him, but you can make him do anything you want.  Only 
not to me, you know.  I'm not into that stuff." 

"I don't want him to do anything."  I said, which was not really true.  Maybe I 
could have said I wanted him to leave so I could fuck Bob, but that would have 
been even more untrue. 

"You want him to eat you?  Fuck you?  Jack off in front of you?  What?" 

"Ah, no.  I mean no.  Yes."  I stammered like a fool. "Maybe jack off, o.k.?" 

"Hell, if that's what you want, sure baby, " Tom said, "I'll jack off.  But you gotta 
give me some inspiration. Sit up on the table with your legs apart. 

I looked at Bob, but he only nodded.  "Give him something good to see, baby.  
Let him see your sweet snatch." 

"But I thought I could have _him_ do anything for ME." 

"Oh, shut up and get up on the table." 
As Tom got up holding his cock in his hand, I stood and climbed up onto the 
table and slightly spread my legs. "Wider."  Said Bob.  "Wider." 

I opened them as wide as I could and still keep my balance. 

Tom stood in front of me grinning and stroking himself. "Here, spit in my hand, 
baby." he said holding his right hand out to me.  But I couldn't spit.  My mouth 
was totally dry.  All I could do was watch him stroke himself and gulp. Tom 
looked directly at my pussy and moaned while pulling up and down on his 
beautiful cock. 

After a few minutes, Tom abruptly stopped.  "Wanta save this for later," he 
said. 

"Next hand" announced Bob. 

This time I lost and Tom won. 

"This is it, baby.  Now you get fucked!" Sen said as he laid down on the carpet.  
"Put it here," he said pointing to his cock.  "You put it in!" 

I hesitated, but Bob said "Put out or get out.  And you won't be coming back!" 

So I walked over to Tom, put my feet on either side of his hips, thus exposing 
my pussy lips to his hungry gaze, and slowly lowered myself.  
I reached between my legs and grabbed his hard cock.  God it felt good. But I was still trembling.  I couldn't seem to stop.  And my eyes filled with water.  Probably fear, lust and sham, all wrapped up together.  I could feel that hard cock in my hand.  I could feel it pulsing with need.  

Chickening out, I pushed up cunt down onto his stomach, letting go of his 
cock, but then reaching it from behind and shameless pumping on it as I 
squirmed, pushing my pussy all over his belly and chest.  I was so horny that I 
made whimpering noises with as I scooted over his naked belly.  He grabbed 
my tits and pressed them together then let his hand slide down to my hips and 
pulled me to his mouth, sticking his tongue far inside me with one quick thrust 
and sqirling it around inside, then shoving me back down toward his cock. 

Then I knew I had to have it.  I raised myself, grabbed the base of his dick, and 
slowly lowered myself.  But again my shyness overcame my lust momentarily 
and I chickened out. I pushed down, rubbing the length of his cock against my 
pussy lips, up and down, up and down, teasing both of us almost to distraction.  
Tom was rubbing my thighs and grabbing and rubbing my soft tits. 
Finally I couldn't take it any more.  I raised back up and lowered myself right 
over his cock.  As I felt the tip of his dick touch my opening, I whimpered and 
becan shaking with lust.  I moaned loudly and the cock head push againt the 
tight, wet opening, then even louder as it crossed the threshold.  Slowly I 
lowered myself further and further, taking in all of his hot length. 

Tom's hands grabbed my hips and I sunk down on his cock and he began 
thrusting up until I was stabbed to the very dpeth.  Now I couldn't stop myself.  
I pulled up and pushed down, feeling that cock, beautiful cock slide out and in, 
out and in.  Tom grabbed at my tits and ass, thrusting up and down in time 
with me.  He managed to pull me down on him and sucked on my tits. 

"Oh, honey.  Look at these tits.  So  fucking good. Smooth juicy tits.  And your 
fucking ass.  I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass.  Loo at these pink 
nipples.  Like they ain't never been kissed."  And he sucked and pulled as I 
rode up and down and up and down, grabbing his head, his hair, running my 
hands up and down his sides, my trembling now turned into uncontrollable 
shaking with hot lust.  

Never feeling so ashamed and aroused at the same time unti he grabbed me 
around my lower back and drilled harder and harder into me and finally let 
loosed a hard, hot stream of cum.  I could feel its hot wash deep inside. 

And we lay there, together, shaking with lust and exhaustion.  calming down, 
then shaking somemore, then calming.  I rolled my hips around trying to feel 
more and more of him. 

Then lay still. 

I had lost all sense of where I was and what I was doing, until I heard Bob 
applauding behind me. 

"Fuckin' great. That was great."  Then, "time for another hand." 

I was almost too weak to walk but managed to pull myself up and stagger over 
to the table.  Tom was also weak. I looked down but gave him a shy smile as 
he sat. 

"While you two were balling your brains out, I called George," Bob said.  
"Thought we'd make things more interesting." 

Oh, no! I thought.  I can't handle it anymore!  This is too much!

Susan's Secret Life

Chapter 2



I know I must sound inexperienced but I'm not.  In fact, that day was not even 
the first time I'd played strip poker.  The first time was when I was twelve.  My 
parents had taken Billy, my ten-year old brother, and I to visit my aunt and 
uncle and cousins in Maine that summer.  It looked like it as going to be a 
boring visit.  The only exciting thing, for me, was my fifteen-year old cousin, 
Bert, who I immediatedly developed a crush on.  He was dark and good 
looking, as the story goes, and I was just beginning to feel the sexual urges 
within me, but I was too shy to let him know how I felt.  He would probably 
laugh at me anyway, I remember thinking. 

One afternoon at their house, I was bored and walked around in the woods 
behind the subdivision daydreaming about Bert.  I was not certain of my 
sexuality, but knew I wanted to see him naked.  I thought about his lips kissing 
my budding breasts, licking my pink nipples maybe, and his fingers in my 
crack.  Occasionally, I would let my hand slip down the front of my skimpy 
white shorts and finger myself. 

Sometimes, I would sneak the other hand up under my yellow tank top and squeeze my tiny tits.  But I was very worried about being seen and so wouldn't feel myself for long.  I was super hot, though, cause I didn't dare finger myself in bed at night since I had to share a bed with Sarah, my twelve-year old cousin. 

The only time I'd masturbated since arriving, was once in the bathtub, and that 
was a mistake since right after I came, thinking about Bert, who should 
accidently barge in but Bert himself?  I had forgotten to lock the door! 
Fortunately, I was taking a bubble bath so the most he could have seen was 
one of my small, pink breasts.  He smiled quickly, looked straight at me, and 
excused himself and backed out.  

I couldn't look at him for several days after, although I could almost feel him looking at me everytime we were near one another.  Occasionally, I would glance up and see him wink at me.  I was very shy and would look down immediately.  

So that afternoon I was very hot and fingered myself more than I normally 
would have under similar circumstances.  


Suddenly I heard a bunch of boys' voices.  I recognized one of the voices to be 
that of Billy, my brother.  I crept through the pines until I came to a small 
clearing.  There was Sammy, my younger cousin who played with Billy, taking 
a piss.  I could see his little dick, and I gulped.  It was small but hard and he 
fondled it while he was pissing. Soon, he finished, zipped up, and walked 
down a small trail toward the rest of the voices. 

I followed.  Suddenly I came to the edge of a larger clearing and stepped off 
the trail.  I could hear the boys' voices coming from this area.  Carefully, I crept 
through the foliage until I could see into the clearing but was sure the boys 
couldn't see me. 

There was Billy and Sammy and about four other boys.  I could hear them 
clearly.  They were talking about the magazines they were looking at. 

"Wow!  Look at them boobies.  I'd love to fuck them." said one of the kinds. 

"But look at her cunt," said my brother, Billy. "Jesus!" 

One of the boys unzipped. I thought he was going to piss right there.  But he 
didn't.  He just fondled his little hard dick while looking at the pictures in the 
magazines.  The other boys looked at him and laughed a bit, but then another 
pulled out his little dick and did the same.  Then my brother pulled out his.  
They were soon all jacking off to the pictures. 

"God, I wish we had a girl right here to fuck," my cousin said. 

I couldn't believe my eyes.  Six preteen boys trying to masturbate had gotten 
me very hot.  My hand slipped back into my shorts, and I began to finger my 
tight little blond puzzy.  My other hand reached under my tank top and 
squeezed my right breast.  This time I was going to go all the way. I was too 
horny to stop!  

But in my excitement, I tumbled over in the bushes. 

"Jesus!" One of the boys said. 

I looked up and thought they were all going to run away.  But one zipped up 
quickly and ran to where I was.  I'd managed to straighten up and pull my tank 
top down, but there was a wet patch on the front of my white shorts and a 
strand of my hair was stuck in a branch or a bush. 

"Hey, you guys.  Come here.  Quick!"  yelled the boy who'd come up on me. 
I tried to turn and run, but my hair was stuck and the boy grabbed one of my 
ankles from behind in a classic tackle.  I fell on my face onto a soft carpet of 
needles.  I was free from the branch and knew I could power past the kid, but 
by the time I'd pulled one foot free, another kid was there and grabbed it.  
Soon all the boys were there and they all grabbed me and shoved me down as 
I struggled and squirmed beneath them. 

I could here my brother say, "Jesus!  It's Suzi.  My sister.  Hold her down, 
guys.  She'll tell on us." 

By now I was crying and trembling with fright, embarrassment and frustration.  
I was also very horny.  A number of the boys had grabbed at my ass while we 
struggled and one had got his fingers around my tit and squeezed a bit.  
I soon gave up struggling.  I thought it was time to try another ploy. 

"I  won't tell."  I said through my sobs.  "Just let me go.  Please?"  I pleaded. 

"No, man, don't let her up." 

I could feel the little hand try to grab my tit again, so I shoved my self down 
harder against the ground. 

"Come on, guys.  Let's get her up.  But hold on to her. Don't let her run.  I gotta 
idea," said Sammy. 

The boys pulled me to my feet.  I didn't resist.  I was too tired and humiliated.  
Now, I knew they could all see the wet spot on my shorts.  But they didn't look.  
They were too busy making sure I couldn't get away.  Two kids held both arms 
and one grabbed me tightly around the waist from behind.  They were smaller 
that I was, but I knew I couldn't struggle against their numbers.  It would be 
futile. 

They walked me into the clearing.  The boy who wasn't holding me, grabbed 
the front of my shorts and pulled, leading the way.  I could feel the back of his 
fingers against my stomach when he would stop for a moment. 

"Let's tie her up to the tree." 

"O.k." 

"Go get that rope, guys." 

"Yeah, tie her up."  
Soon I was tied to a small birch on the side of the clearing.  The sun was still 
high enough to come over the edge of the trees and warm my body.  "I hope it 
dries my shorts before they see," I thought. 

"Billy, let me go.  Please.  I won't tell," I cried. "Let me go!" 

"Fuck her, Billy," Sammy said.  "We got her and we're going to keep her.  She 
can scream as loud as she wants, no body can hear.  She's ours for the 
afternoon, buddy." 

"O.k." Bill said. 

I knew Billy wouldn't protest.  He often teased me and grabbed at me.  I knew 
he had sexual urges for me.  And I'd catch him trying to look up my skirt 
sometimes or "accidently" feel my leg when he dropped something at the 
dinner table. 

"Come on, guys, let me go.  Please." 

"O.k., we'll let you go.  If you'll show us your boobies," said the little boy who 
had been pissing earlier. 
I was scared and shy.  "No.  No.  Just let me go."  But I was also turned on.  A 
lot! 

"Hell, guys.  We don't need her permission.  Just pull up her shirt," Sammy 
said.  Obviously he was the leader. 

He grabbed the bottom of my tank top and slowly pulled it up.  I pushed back 
against the tree keeping the shirt from riding higher than my upper tummy.  
Two of the others, however, caught on and pushed me away from the tree. 

Sammy soon had my tank top gathered under my armpits. He held it there 
staring at my small, pink breasts. 

"Wow!" he said.  "They're not like in Penthouse, but they sure are nice." 

"Yeah," said another kid as he reach out to touch one. His little fingers 
massaged the whole surface, but I struggled and the top fell partially down. 

Sammy pulled it back up, rolled it and tied it with a piece of string so it would 
stay up.  As he tied it up, he pressed his hard little body against mine and 
looked right in my face.  It wasn't until that moment that I realized how much 
like Bert he looked. 
Two of the other had pulled their little dicks out and were stroking them with 
one hand while tenatively feeling me up, my tits, my stomach, with the other.  
One kid ran his hand over the front of my shorts and another over my buns.  
Sammy unzipped and unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his feet.  He had 
the biggest cock, but it was still small.  

I couldn't take my eyes off of it at first, then looked down when I saw him 
looking directly in my eyes and wink.  He looked just like a miniature Bert! 

A couple of the boys started softly rubbing their cocks against my legs. 

"Stop that, you guys!  I'll tell."  I was screaming and crying, but to tell the truth I 
was extremely horny by this time.  Seeing those little hard dicks and feeling 
them against my legs, had really turned me on. I could feel myself push 
against them, their smooth, little hard cocks on my naked legs!  And my ass 
started slowly pumping out away from the tree.  Before I knew it, my crying had 
stopped and a soft moaning had begun. "Jesus!  She's hot, guys," Billy said.  "Let's strip her naked!" 

With this, I half came to my senses.  "No!  Please." But I could feel myself get 
wetter and wetter and pump a bit further with my butt away from the tree. 

Bill unsnapped my shorts, hooked his thumbs in the sides, and began to pull 
them slowly down.  I kept telling him to stop, but feeling those little cocks 
against my smooth naked legs, I sure didn't mean it.  I was theirs, and I think 
they knew it for sure. 

The kids pumping my legs stopped for a minute while my shorts were pulled 
down my long legs and I stepped out of them, still thrusting against the air.  
Then they were back on me, one was big enough to pump my upper thigh and 
would occasionally get his cockhead as high as my white panties. Meanwhile 
the others were feeling me all over.  I even felt one boy open my hand which 
was tied behind the tree and place his little dick in it.  I squeezed tenderly and 
pumped it as much as I could. 

My eyes were closed most of the time and I was moaning and really loving the 
smooth needing feel of little hard cocks pressed all over me from the upper 
thighs down.  A couple kids had been feeling my tits and a couple fondled my 
pussy from outside my panties.  I was delirious. 

Then I felt someone pulling down my panties and gasped. I open my eyes just 
in time to see my panties come down and my wet little teenage cunt be 
exposed for all to see. 
Sudeenly they all stopped and stood back, surveying my twelve-year old body.  

There I was, entirely exposed in the warm light of day, my panties around my 
knees, standing in front of six ten-year olds.  Most were almost entirely naked 
by this time and all of their little dicks stood up like toy soldiers at attention.  A 
couple of them fondled themselves as they looked at me. 

"Gosh." 

"Gee." 

"Cunt!" 

The boys were quiet.  I thought they might be scared. I knew I was, but I also 
knew I was still very horny. Apparently they were too because they all came 
back and began to push against me once more, only this time a couple ran 
their fingers through the hair on my pussy and Sammy even let a finger begin 
to slip in.  

I pushed out and against him and felt the finger enter me from in 
front while I felt two little dicks push against my upper thigh in the rear and 
hands caressed my tight, little buns.  One kid even tried to stick his finger in 
my asshole, but I pulled further away and he gave up. 

I have never been so turned on in my life, and the boys knew it. 

One was sucking on my tits and fingering me while the other crushed their little 
cocks against my legs and lower buttocks and felt me all over.  Little hands 
caressed my tits and buns, hands were on my smooth tan calfs, and trailing 
over my tummy.  I was thrusting against all of these sensations, especially 
against the finger in my cunt. Then I felt one the of boys kissing my tummy and 
going lower and lower with his tongue.  I pushed and squirmed against him, 
but he didn't know enough to stick his tongue in me. He just kissed my pussy 
above where the other kid fingered me. 

"Jesus!  This is great!"  

"Let's get her down," said Sammy--then I realized that it was he who had the 
finger in my cunt pushing back and forth as I squirmed and pumped against 
him.  He knew I wouldn't run by now.  "Untie her." 

One of the kids fumbled with the rope while I kept stroking his little hard cock.  
It took him a long time. 
I looked at the boys and their hard little dicks.  

They were all naked by now and rubbing their little chests and hairless legs 
and dicks all over me.  I watched through heavily lidded eyes.  Everything 
looked as though in a glaze of need.  I wanted to suck some of those dicks 
and was praying some of the boys would make me, since I knew I'd be too shy 
to initiate the action. 

Soon I was free.  I pretended to try to escape, mostly for form and to feel their 
little bodies all over me stopping me.  I squirmed and thrashed softly in thir 
arms. I could feel hands all over me, poking my asshole and buttocks, all over 
my cunt.  

Sammy had kept his finger in me and I pushed my pussy bone 
against his chest as his finger squirmed like a tight worm inside.   Mouths were 
kissing and sucking my tits and butt, boys were humping my calfs and 
mouthing my thighs.  I was in heaven!  And so were they. 

Soon they had me on the soft grass.  We kept squirming and thrashing, 
kissing and fondling, only now I was kissing and fondling back.  I grabbed little 
asses and pulled the boys on me.  We wrestled and turned.  I kissed one on 
the mouth and stuck my tongue in.  He rose up and started pushing his little 
dick all over my face.  Here was my chance, I thought, and I sucked him in.  I 
could hear him groan as he turned on his side and tried to fuck my mouth. 

Then I felt a little hard dick between my legs, and opened them wider.   I was 
able to see that it was Sammy between my legs.  He had some trouble but 
was finally able to shove himself in and grab my waist.  It's a good thing he 
grabbed cause I was starting to climax.  All those little hands and mouths and 
dicks, poking and pushing and caressing and kissing and mouthing every part 
of my body had brought me to the edge.  When I felt a little dick shoved 
between my buttocks, I knew I couldn't stand it any longer and began thrashing 
even harder as I came, squiriming against Sammy's dick.  I could feel his little 
ejaculation in me as the boy in my mouth also came.  Sammy rolled off and 
pumped on his dick some more as Billy took his place. 

"Oh, no, " I thought, "My own brother!"  But he felt so good I fucked him until 
he shot off.  

"Hello!  What have we here?" came a deep voice from the edge of the 
clearing.  It was Bert! 

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" 
"Nothing, Bert.  Honest," Sammy said. 

They were all up and scrambling toward their clothes. I curled into a tight ball. 

"Relax, boys," Bert said.  "There's no problem.  You're just getting your first 
pussy, right?" 

"That's right, Bert," Sammy said as he stopped and turned back around. 

"That's o.k., guys.  Just so happens here's where I got my first piece of ass 
too.  Me and Pete Boggs brought Maryalice out here when I was thirteen.  
Great day.  You guys are just starting early, that's all." 

By then all the rest of the boys had come back and sat around my naked body 
curled on the grass. 

"Who's the chick?"  Bert asked.  Evidently he hadn't seen my face.  "Why it's 
Suzi!  Little cousin Suzi!  Suzi Q! And have I got somethin' for you!" 
He walked over, sat down crosslegged by my face, and lit up a cigarette.  
"You're some hot bitch!  I can tell." 

I closed my eyes and tried to disappear.  I pulled my knees further up to my 
chest and lay in a fetal position on the grass, feeling the warm sun on my 
back.  Soon I could feel Bert's hand, larger that all the others, on my back, 
rubbing up and down as though he was soothing me. 

"Yeah, you're really something.  So fucking soft. Blond hair," as he raised a 
strand of my hair.  By now his knee was directly in front of my face.  "You want 
a real man to take care of you, Suzi?" 

I shook my head no.  I was scared and terribly embarrassed.  I'd begun 
trembling uncontrollably. 

His hand went lower and lower down my back until it rested on my buttocks. 

"Well, you won't mind if I just show the guys how to treat a woman, will you?" 

I was confused and shook my head no again.  Which is not what I wanted to 
do.  I wanted to say I did mind, but that wasn't really the truth.  So I guess my 
body involuntarily told the truth when my mind tried to lie. 

"Good," and Bert's hand slipped down between my buttocks, moved softly over 
my asshole and started lightly stroaking my pussy. 
"Such a pretty blond puss!  Oh, you're going to like me, baby!  I got a hot hard 
one for you.  Come on, guys, help me turn her over." 

And I could feel all those little hands on me again, with one set of larger hands, 
pulling me out of my fetal position.  Again I squirmed and got hotter and hotter 
as I struggled.  But this time I struggled to really get free.  I didn't want to let 
Bert see me completely naked.  I was getting hotter and hotter as the boys' 
naked bodies rubbed against mine and a couple little dicks got hard again.  I 
could also feel the large hands on me, holding my waist while the boys were 
opening me up like a flower in the sunshine. I tried to move from side to side 
but the boys held my legs and arms apart. 

One boy took off one of my sneakers and, as he held my foot, he sat rubbing 
his little hard dick against the bottom.  It tickled and I laughed though my fear. 

"Yeah, you're gonna like it, ain't you?" said Bert. 

Despite myself, I nodded and opened my eyes slightly, enough to see him 
stand up and start taking off his shirt. The sun was in my eyes but I watched as 
best as I could as he took off his clothes.  I did get a good view as he pulled 
down his jeans and jockey shorts and his hard cock bobbed out.  God it was 
big.  So much bigger than the boys' dicks. 

"Now just hold her still, guys.  Watch this."  He knelt between my legs but 
instead of putting his dick right in me he lay with his upper body on my legs 
and his head on my tummy like on a pillow.  I could feel his dick on my lower 
calf and could feel his rubbing it up and down against my soft flesh.  I was lost 
again, prisoner to my lust, and I thrust my pussy up against his chest, 
squirming and pushing my pussy bone around and around against him. 

"Now here's how to eat out a chick," Bert said to his students.  The boys had 
let go of me, realizing I wasn't going anywhere, and were watching him closely.  
He bent his head down further on my body and softly, slowly began licking up 
and down my crack.  I tried to push against him so his tongue would go in, but 
he would just pull back slightly.  This was his demonstration, and I knew it.  He 
lay licking me and carressing my buttocks, pulling them apart, then my tummy, 
then my tits, then bring one hand down to where his mouth was and finger me 
while he talked to the boys, all of whom sat around my naked body in a circle. 
"See her little pussy lips?"  He asked and they nodded. (I was going crazy, my 
head going back and forth on the warm grass and my hands on the top of his 
head, trying to shove him back down.)  "Now watch as I stick my tongue in 
between them.  Watch her reaction."  

And he stuck his tongue into me making me moan and thrash on the grass.  His hands all over my ass, tummy, titties and legs, then two fingers in my cunt again as he gave further instructions.  

"Now If I stick it straight in and bring it up to the top of her cunt on the inside, I 
can really get her going.  And he replaced his fingers with his tongue, driving it 
straight into me and then up, dragging it back and forth across my clit as I 
shuddered and gasped, shoved his head further down with one hand and 
grabbed a tit with my other, bringing my legs up around his body and locking 
them, trying to pull the slick, hot tongue further and further inside, grinding my 
pussy against his face, and moaning uncontrollably.  

Meanwhile his hands roamed all over my body and I could occasionally feel 
small hands in my armpits, on my breasts, caressing my legs. I could even feel 
one kid straddle my face and shove his stiff little dick in my mouth.  I sucked 
and tongued him for all I was worth until he shot his tiny load and rolled off of 
me. 

"Enough of the demonstration, guys.  Now It's time I get my reward."  Bert said 
as he raised up despite my thrashing and trying to pull his face back into my 
blond pussy.  He moved up, rubbing against me the entire way, his cock up my 
thighs.  He carressed my tits and brought his beautiful cock to the entrance of 
my pussy.   I tried to push down onto it, but he held me beneath my armpits 
with he sucked my tits, licking them and my belly all over as I thrashed 
beneath him with a need I'd never known before. 

Soon he rose up and kissed me, shoving his tongue, sweet with my juices, far 
into my mouth,  I shoved mine, in turn, into his as I tried to grab his ass and 
pull his dick into me, but he apparently like to tease and would only rub his 
cock up and down over my pussy lips then bring the head to my entrance, 
shove it a fraction of the way in and then withdraw it, again raking it across my 
pussy bone and pussy lips. 

"You gotta beg me to fuck you if you want it." 

"Oh, yes, I want it," I whispered to him then shoved my tongue back in his 
mouth and swirled it around waiting for him to take me.  I mashed my mouth 
against his, moving it around until it almost hurt my teeth and jaws. 
But he only brought the head back to the entrance and shoved it half way in.  I 
tried as hard as I could to push down and impale myslef, but his hands, 
planted beneath my armpits, prohibited me going lower.  So I was reduced to 
flopping agaisnt him, grinding down on half a cock and squeeling for more. 

"No, no, Suzi.  Louder.  You gotta beg so all the guys can hear." 

Shy as I was, I couldn't stand it any longer.  "Please fuck me," I said outloud.  
And he shove a bit more of the cock head in.  I felt great, but again he held 
back as I squirmed and tried to force him in further, grabbing his buttocks and 
pulling.  "Please fuck me MORE."  And his cock went further in.  Now I could 
move without it falling out.  

It was passed the cockhead and felt fat and slick in me.  "FUCK ME WITH 
YOUR COCK!"  and he shoved another inch in.  ""FUCK ME!  FUCK ME 
FUCK ME!  YOUR FAT COCK!  FUCK ME, BERT!  FUCKEE FUCKEE 

And he shoved deeper and deeper and started to thrust in and out with slow 
deliberate movements as I tried to quicken the pace and wrapped my legs 
around his ass shoving myself up at him as he drilled that beautiful hot cock 
into me and grabbed my ass and drilled me harder and harder, and quicker 
and quicker, and I could hear the boys gasp as he pulled out almost all the 
way then shoved in me so deep I thought I was going to vomit.  

He was hard and hot and really knew how to fuck, drilling me with stong, hard 
strokes and bending down and lapping my tits, my pink tits, as I pulled him into 
me with my legs and carressed his back and butt with my legs and his hands 
all over my legs, fucking my mouth with his, then tonguing my tits, and I felt so 
good I knew I wanted to feel like this forever or maybe forever or maybe 

And he want faster and faster and harder, kissing me and licking me.  And I 
shook and squirmed and felt every part of him I could, even pushing my hand 
between us so I could feel him as he went in and out, and I even fingered 
myself a bit, embarrassing myself in front of the boys who giggled and gasped 
and pulled on their little goaty dicks as they watched. 

I happened to look up at Sammy and he winked then I saw Bert's face who 
was fucking me harder and harder and he winked too, then shoved all the way 
in, higher than ever before. Then he pulled almost all the way out and did this over and over very quickly until he was going to cum and I knew it and I was going to cum too. 

He shoved in even deeper and bigger than ever before, grabbing my ass and 
pulling me way in, and my legs pulled him even harder and he shot a load of 
hot, sticky cum way down in me then a half stroke and another hot load, then 
another and more cum and over and again, both of us cumming and moaning 
and twisting and pawing and fucking and loving it.  My first real time with a 
man!  Whata hump. 
And after his last load squirted deep inside, I just kept rubbing against him and 
he pushed in me in circles so I could feel his dick all around, so hard and 
lovely, and full and hot.  And we lay in the sun sweating and caressing each 
other, and I could hear the boys get up and go get their clothes and put them 
on, but we just lay there kissing and squirming slightly in each others arms, 
and I knew I was in love for the first time and that I would do anything for him.  

I could hear the boys gathering up their rope and magazines.  And he stayed 
hard in me and licked the sweat from my tits.  And I could feel his cum leak out 
of my young cunt and down the crack of my ass, cool and sticky in the 
afternnon.  And I could hear the boys walk away as we kissed and licked each 
others' shoulders and ears and hair and eyelids. And he stayed hard in me.

The sun went down behind the treeline and I could feel my body cool in the 
late afternoon except where his body rested on mine or where his tongue 
licked at my sweat.  And I could feel the cum dry stickly in my ass crack.  And 
nothing mattered but love and sex, that hard cock only now beginning to go 
soft as we held one another.  

The next night my parents and aunt and uncle took the younger kids to see a 
movie and go to the icecream parlor. They asked me if I wanted to go, but I 
looked at Bert and saw him signal "no" with his eyes. 

"We'll just stay home and play some cards, o.k.?" 

"Yeah, I'm kinda tired.  It's o.k. if I just stay home with Bert, huh?" 

Our parents saw nothing wrong with the arrangement and I was in heaven!  At 
least until Sarah, my cousin, said she wanted to stay home too. 

I looked at Bert, but he shrugged, smiled and looked away.  Great, I thought, 
now we've got a damn chaporone! 

After out parents let with the younger ones, we got out the card table and set it 
up in front of the t.v.  There was a movie on about World War II.  Bert shuffled 
the cards and began to deal.  Sarah disappeared into her room, and I thought 
this might turn out alright after all. 

"What do you wanta play, honey?"  Bert asked.  It was the first time he'd called 
me that and I felt all warm and loose inside suddenly.  If only Sarah hadn't 
stayed home! 

"How 'bout hearts?"  I said, blushing.  He reached over and held my hand. 
Just then Sarah came back into the room.  "Caught you!" she screamed and 
laughed. 

I pulled my hand back quickly. 

"I know you're lovebirds," Sarah teased. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G," she sang out. "Too 
bad for you tonight!  I just called some friends to come over," Sarah said and 
winked at Bert.  "The whole gang's coming!  Ha!" 

I felt very dissapointed.  Here I thought Bert and I were going to be alone all 
evening, but now I come to find out the house will be full of Sarahs' friends.  
No chance for Bert and me tonight, I thought. 

I got up and started toward the room I shared with Sarah. 

"Hey, Where you going?"  Bert asked. 

"Oh, I'm tired.  I think I'll lie down for awhile," I said. 
As I walked down the hall toward the room, I heard Bert say, "Fuck this 
movie!"  And I hear him get up and walk away. 

Well, that's it, I thought as I lay down on the bed.  I dozed off into a 
dissappointed half-dream state. 

I woke up hearing the sound of a bunch of guys and girls in the next room.  I 
could hear the t.v. and the sound of glasses.  

"So, they're going to have a party," I thought. I rolled onto my side and tried to 
fall back to sleep.  The room was dark and I was very sad.  "Bert's probably 
even got a girl friend out there now," I thought. 

I feel back into a half sleeping state but was wakened up when I heard the 
door open. 

"Suzi?  Are you awake?"  It was Sarah. 

"No." I said, hoping she'd go away. 

"Suzi?  Please come out and join the party.  You'll have fun." 

I just lay there. 


"Bert wants you to come out," she said half tenderly, half in a singsong 
mocking tone. 

"Oh, o.k."  I pulled myself up and walked into the next room. 

There were about five girls and two guys besides Bert and Sarah.  The girls 
looked to be about my age, that is all 12 or 13, but the boys looked like Bert's 
friends.  I was surprised.  

Everyone was watching the t.v.  Where I come from, 
nobody watches t.v. at a party except nerds. I was about ready to laugh when I 
happened to look at the set. 

There on the screen was a naked woman on all 
fours on a bed while a man fucked her from behind.  I gasped out loud.  I'd 
never seen anything like it. 


Susan's Secret Life

Chapter 3


There were about five girls and two guys besides Bert and Sarah.  The girls 
looked to be about my age, that is all 12 or 13, but the boys looked like Bert's 
friends.  I was surprised.  Everyone was watching the t.v.  Where I come from, 
nobody watches t.v. at a party except nerds. I was about ready to laugh when I 
happened to look at the set. There on the screen was a naked woman on all 
fours on a bed while a man fucked her from behind.  I gasped out loud.  I'd 
never seen anything like it. 
"
Hey, Suzi!  Sweet Sue," Bert said when he saw me.  

"Come on o'er here.  Hey, guys, meet sweet Sue . . . and I outta know."  And 
he winked at me. 

I was flustered and shocked, but managed to mutter hello to those who 
greeted me. 

The three guys sat on the couch and three girls were on the floor in front of the 
t.v.  One girl, a beautiful redhead with long legs sat in the easy chair.  Her tits 
were already fairly well developed and she wore a bra.  Sarah had left me 
standing there and went into the kitchen and began talking to a blond. 
I wanted to get away from what I saw on the screen-- where a naked man was 
fucking a naked woman from behind with long, sure strokes -- so I walked into 
the kitchen, pretending to be interested in what Sarah and the blond were 
talking about. 

"But if we fill 'em back up with water they'll never know.  Not if we do it right," 
the blond was saying. 

"Gosh.  I don't want to get caught, though," Sarah said. 

"Don't worry.  Leave it to me." 

"Hey, Suzi, where'd you go?" Bert yelled from the living room.  "Get in here.  I 
want you to see something." 

I didn't know what to do but I knew I loved Bert and his request was so strong I 
just had to go back into the living room. 
"Come here, honey.  Sit between me and Steve." 

I walked over and Steve, a handsome blond, moved over on the couch.  As 
soon as I sat down, Bert's arm was over my back and his hand rested on my 
shoulder which he squeezed in a brotherly sort of way.  I melted toward him 
while I was still afraid.  I think I was shaking some at the time, too. 

"Look at that," he pointed to the screen.  The naked lady was now on her back, 
and as the man kept fucking her, her legs went over his butt, her ankles locked 
and she bent her kness abruptly, pulling him further in.  

I then noticed the sounds, or rather shouts, from the two on the screen. The 
lady's face was thrown back, a sheen of sweat covered her face, eyes shut in 
sweat ecstasy.  He was belching deep animal grunts, she was screeching and 
humping wildly. 

The redhead in the chair was transfixed by the screen and was absentmindly 
rubbing her thigh below her shorts. Two of the girls on the floor were shivering 
and I began trembling harder.  I couldn't control myself.  It was too much, too 
fast.  I felt like I was going to be sick, but I was really just sick in lust and fear 
and . .  . 

"God!" said Steve, "Look at 'em go."  And he self-consciously rearranged the 
position of his hardon in his trousers.  "Jesus!  Look at that." 


I turned back to the screen only to see a closeup of the big dick parting puffed 
pussy lips on the screen.  The thick cock would pull all the way out sometimes, 
and when I saw the fat red head bobbing around trying to find its way back in I 
fell as though I would pee my pants and vomit at the same time, although I had 
to do neither of these things. All I could imagine is having that fat cock with its 
jolly red head poking around my young cunt trying to find its way in between 
my tender lips. 

Jesus, I was getting horny.  I could only breathe in short sips and didn't seem 
able to catch my breath.  My shivering came in spasms.  I kept hoping that I'd 
put a sweater on, but I knew that a sweater wouldn't have helped. I wasn't 
cold, although it felt that way.  I hugged myself trying to make it stop, but only 
seemed to quake harder.  

I tried to look down at the rug but kept looking back up at the screen, then over 
at the redhead, who began moaning softly.  Her hands were now rubbing her 
upper thighs below and above the line of her shorts.  

Then she tenatively began to rub her chest outside her blouse, then back over her thighs, parting her legs and moaning louder.   I was uncontrollably quaking as with a major fever by this time. 

"Goddamn!"  Steve said.  "I didn't know it would have that effect on Red.  
Jesus, Red, you're beautiful when you get like that.  Let me help you." 

And Steve went over to the chair and knelt in front of the redhead, who 
suddenly looked  embarassed, but continued rubbing her thighs and tits.  

Steve pushed her legs apart and knelt between them on the floor.  He, too, 
began to rub her upper thighs, then over her knees and calves, and up the 
under side of her lower thighs while he rubbed his face along her thighs, 
pushing his head, eventually, up into her lap.  

He shoved his chin into where her upper pussy must have been beneath her 
shorts, and she pushed out against him and squirmed all over in the chair. All 
this time she kept carressing her breasts while running her fingers through his 
hair.  Gradually her right hand slipped under her blouse and, I could tell, 
beneath her bra squeezing her right tit. 

At the same time, Bert was rubbing my legs and one of the girls on the floor 
had come up to sit next to me, but she pulled her legs up to her chest and 
hugged them, shivering.  The other boy on the sofa held her in his arms in a 
friendly sort of way as though he was trying to warm her up. 
But we were all warm enough already as we watched the two on the screen 
fucking and occasionally watched Steve and the redhead who now had her 
long legs over his shoulders moving back and forth and he caressed them. 

Suddenly the man on the screen grunted even lounder and pulled his cock 
from the woman's cunt and began to shoot his cum all over her belly.  She 
pushed agaisnt him and squirmed all around, rubbing the cum all over her 
tummy and onto her hard tits. 

"Godamn!"  Two or three of us said in unison.  When I looked back at the 
redhead, Steve was slowly pulling down her shorts.  Her long, soft legs were 
pshed out straight in order that he could get them down.  When they reached 
her tennis shoes, he stopped, untied her shoes with shaking fingers.  This took 
an agonizingly long time and I was shivering uncontrollably as he finally pulled 
them off, carressed her feet and pulled off her shorts.  Then he reached for her 
pretty white panties which he pulled off quickly. 
"Goddam!"  Said Bert.  "Look at that pretty red cunt." 

I was amazed at how beautiful Red looked.  Her young teenage cunt was 
graced with a fine coating of light red pubic hair.  It looked even finer than my 
light blond pussy hair and I felt like I wanted to touch it.  The light hair glistened 
invitingly in the soft light.  But I didn't have long to admirte her aince Steve 
shoved his face back into her lap after pulling her white cotten panties over her 
long legs and off her feet.  

From what I had learned the other day, I know he was probalby tonguing her.  
Her legs came back over his shoulders and she scooted back down in the 
chair to give him better access. 

"Wait a minute!"  Bert said.  He got up, walked over, and started unbuttoning 
Red's blouse. 

Her eyes opened in sudden fright and recognition, but Steve must have been 
working wonders on her because she slowly closed her eyes again with an 
almost catlike purr and shoved against his tongue, moaning, "Oh, yes.  Yes.  
Yes. God." 

Just then Sarah bounced back into the room with a tray of filled glasses.  "Hey, 
why are you guys all so quiet." 

When she looked over where we were now all looking and saw Steve and the 
redhead, all she said was, "Oh.  Goodie." 

She set down the tray and went over and helped Bert take off Red's blouse 
and bra--which wasn't easy since she was squirming all over in the chair and 
since she had slid down till her naked butt was at the edge. 

"Come on, guys.  Look at this!"  Sarah beckoned. 

We all timidly came forward to stand around the chair.  I didn't want to, but I 
didn't want to be left out either. Besides, I was mucho horny by this time and 
even occasionally rubbed myself outside my shorts. 

Now I could see Steve's tongue working its wonders in the cute redhead's cunt 
and, occasionally, licking down her behind while plunging two fingers in her.  I 
could also see her beautiful tits.  And when I say "beautiful," I mean "beautiful."  

They were simply lovely.  Soft and large (it seemed to me then) and heaving 
under the soft glow of the light.  

The pink nipples puckered out as though they were proud little men waiting to be kissed.  Bert must have seen the same thing, because he sucked one into his mouth, then licked all around her tit. 

I was jealous.  But horny too.  I shove my cunt into the chiar back and pushed 
and rubbed.  A couple of the other girls seemed to be doing the same thing. 

Then I looked  up in shock to see Sarah and one of the other guys standing in 
the middle of the floor squiriming against each other while he pulled down her 
shorts and panties and she unbuttoned his shirt.  Things were getting weird!  
And I was scared.  

I wanted to get fucked, right then and there.  I didn't care by who, though I 
preferred Bert or (I hate to say it) the man on the screen with his fat dick 
capped with its bobbing red head.   But I would have taken on any of the guys 
at  that point.  Or maybe any of the girls.  But I was also scared and wanted 
just to go back to bed and curl up under the covers.  I thought if I did maybe 
this shaking would go away.  Maybe I could stop all this lust and fear and 
humiliation.  Maybe I could stop it now, because I knew if I didn't I was trapped 
for life in an endless cycle of lust and fulfillment and fear and sex and love and 
cunt and cock and .

It was a close place and I knew it.  And I looked down and saw my cunt 
pushing against the chair and my tummy heaving and peeking out from under 
my pullover, and I grabbed the bottom of the pullover and I pulled it up. 

"Alright, I'll go to hell," I said to myself as I pulled the top over my head baring 
my small breasts.  And I felt two hands come around from behind me and 
grabbed my tits while someone shoved against me from behind. 

It was a girl!  I could see her hand with long nails and feel the soft hands 
caressing my nipples and tits and tummy as one hand snaked down over my 
shorts and squeezed my cunny from the outside.  GOD I was fucking hot!  I 
squirmed and moaned and let her turn me around and kiss me shoving her 
tongue into my mouth.  It was the cute littl brunette who had been sitting in 
front of the t.v. 

Now we both shook uncontrollably as she grabbed my ass and shoved against 
me and then slid down kissing my neck and collarbone and the tops of my little 
tits then the nipples as she pulled my pants and panties down in one swift 
move and I stood there goddamn naked in front of everyone, fucking near to 
tears and vomit and pissing myself. 

I realized that except for Sarah and her boyfriend (it that's what he was) and 
Steve and the redhead, everyone was looking straight at me.  At my tits.  At 
my ass.  At my tummy.  At my blond pussy.  And I goddamn near cried, but I 
still shook with lust and fear, as I tried to cover myself. 

"Relax," said Bert.  "Don't hide that perfect little pussy.  Let us look at you." 

I closed my eyes and stood there, steppping out of my panties and shorts and 
letting the brunette take off my shoes as she felt up my smooth legs.  I was 
shaking harder than I'd ever shaken before but the second I felt Bert's hand on 
my tit, I calmed down.  I had been like a ship sweep away, rudderless in high 
seas, but the second his hand touched me, the seas were calm and my little 
boat was headed toward port.  Or maybe I'm confusing my metaphors.  
Anyway, I calmed down real fast.  That is, I was still afraid and shaking with 
lust and shame, but I no longer felt the vomit well up within me nor my bladder 
go queasy. 

I could see, then, the brunette undressing before me as Bert stroked me from 
behind--my breats, my thighs, my sides. I pushed back into him.  God, she was 
beautiful, too.  Not as stunning as the redhead, maybe, but short and sultry 
with a thick curling patch of cunt hair.  I looked soft as a bird's wing, and I 
unconsciously leaned forward to stroke it as she stepped toward me and 
hugged me from in front.  I could feel Bert reach around her now and pull us 
two tightly together.  He grabbed her buns, then pulled them toward me as he 
shoved agaisnt my buns from behind. Our naked cunts were touching! 

I was shocked and embarrassed. I want to say something to her.  Like "I'm 
sorry" as though we had bumped together in a bus.  But I couldn't speak.  My 
mouth was full of her tongue and my heart full of burning, jumping lust.  She 
gently pulled me down toward the ground and Bert let go, but I resisted.  

Not only didn't I know what to do with another naked girl, but I was scared of 
my own passion and embarrassed to do anything while others watched.  Yet 
the brunette insisted and I slowly fell to my knees where we both rubbed 
against each other while feeling each other up. God, her tits were ripe and 
hard poking into mine and her naked buns were firm under my hand as I 
poked and stroked and cupped them trying to pull her cunt into mine. 

Gradually we fell to the floor where we rolled around, squirming our naked 
flesh against each other and touching each other everywhere.  I mostly kept 
my eyes closed out of my embarrassment, but when I open them I saw Stave, 
now naked rubbing the brunette's back and buns as she was over me.  

His cock was hard and bobbing out in front of him.  I wanted to touch it.  I 
wanted to fuck it.  Or swallow it. Or all three all at once, but the brunette was 
kepping me busy.  

I suddenly felt her fingers in my cunt squishing around and I circled my hips, 
pushing up as she pushed her face down across my body then started fucking 
my naked cunt with her tongue.  

J E S U S !!!!!!   I'd never, never, never, ever felt anything like it.  I shoved my 
cunt against her face and moved it all around.  I bucked and held her head, 
trying to get more of her tongue into me.  I was shameless.  Imagaine, in front 
of all these guys and girls.  I looked up and noticed that most of them were 
naked too and only a few watched us as they stroked each other or fucked.  
We bumped into Sarah and the other guy on the floor and they were fucking 
their brains out.  I reached out and felt between Sarah's legs where the guy's 
cock was going in and out. 

But then I noticed that the brunette was turnign me around.  Oh, her tongue 
was still in my wet little pussy, but she moved around while moving me, too.  
Soon her cunt was right above my face and her sweet legs were either side of 
my head.  "What does she expect me to do," I wondered. But as I looked her 
soft black pussy in the eye, so to speak, I had the uncontrollable urge to touch 
it and stroke it and--I'm embarrassed to say--to lick it.  So I grabbed her butt 
and pulled her down while shoving my head up between her legs.  OH, GOD!  
I could smell that sweet pussy and it was good. 

I rubbed my nose then my chin over her soft, puffy, teenage cunt then stuck 
my tongue in.  "Well, if I'm going to Hell, " I thought, "I might as well go whole 
hog!"  And I licked and licked and pulled her tight against me and shoved my 
little soft titties into her stomach and squirmed against her, and we licked each 
other and made wet girly love till our bodies glistened with light on the 
livingroom floor then I could tell that the brunette wanted me to roll over on top 
of her and we managed to roll over, squirming against each other, without 
taking our tongues out of each other's tails, mashing our cunts into each 
others faces.

Suddenly I felt someone's hot dick pushing up against my cunt as well as the 
brunette's tongue and I pushed back, slowly and tenatively (but, boy, was I 
hot!) against it, feeling it as it began to enter me, and I could feel the head pop 
in and it felt so fucking big I dind't know was was next, heaven or hell, but I 
shoved back and the cock shove a bit further in and I could feel each hot rib 
and vein, each bump of the fat cock as it pushed pashed my pussy lips and 
into the opening of my canal. 

It felt like trying to shove a hot turkey neck down someone's throat as it 
entered me so fucking slowly and filling me up so I thought I'd simply DIE, 
while the brunette kept lapping at me, adn squirming under me, her ripe little 
tits moving allove, and I could feel the guy now wrap one of his hands around 
my waist and the other grabbed one of my tits (and boy! did THAT feel good!), 
and he pulled into me harder and harder, thrusting his hot cock into me evey 
meaty vein bumping me from the inside and making me clamp down and 
squeez hime like I was trying to stop the flow of piss. 

His face came next to mine and I saw it was Steve, the hot blond guy who'd 
tongues the beautiful redhead, and I tried to lick his face as if I was a puppy 
getting it for the first time,but I kept at the brunette's cunt too, and I could feel 
her shudder beneath me, shaking and quaking and screaming as I fucked her 
faster with my tongue and Steve grabbed my tits, fucking into me and bit down 
ever so softly on my ear and JESUS! it was great just it was like in the dry 
heaves only without having to puke, just the heaves of love and cock and 
sweat and cunt, I guess, slicking the brunette's juices all over my face, shoving 
my chin, now my nose, now my tongue again into her cunt.

I was still ashamed but loving it, loving every fucking second and every fucking 
inch and every knob and ridge of Steve's cock as he slammed into me like we 
were going over a gadamn waterfall and everything, the whole room rocking, 
bumping into naked people, me still ashamed but fucking fucking sucking slick 
in the hot love of tit and cunt and the big veiny meat cock going in and out.

I looked and saw the readhead, buck naked on the floor beside us on her back 
and Bert kneeling between her knees and slowly he fucked that cock I love so 
much into her and she must'a been damn tight cause she had to squirm like a 
wild duck to get it in, there thrashing beside us as Bert pulled back then fucked 
her some more and with Steve in my tail I felt like I could feel Bert's cock in me 
too, and I reached out and grabbed the redhead's hand and she looked as me 
and between her groaning and sweating she smiled and squeezed my hand 
like we were now sisters in the art of fuck and I was so damn happy and proud 
(but still quite ashamed) I burst all over as I felt Steve blast load after hot, 
sticky load of teenage sperm deep up into my insides.

I was STEWED, dadgummed it, like a marshmellow over the fucking fire 
melting and burning all over everyone and everything, the brunette squirming 
and thrashing beneath me, and I could feel her titties all over my tummy, she 
was still licking me and I could tell her damn burst just then, too, because she 
fucking near bucked me into the next room.


I grabbed onto her buns and kept sucking her and taking Steve's hot, 
cummed-slick cock up my cunt, it dripping all over the brunette's face as she 
kept her tongue wagging in me like a munchkin.

We all collapsed and just kept softly thrusting and humping and whimpering 
and moving so we could feel the absolute most of each others skin and cocks 
and cunts and tits and little buns, and in some backroom of my mind I could 
hear the redhead screaming for what sounded like the longest time as she 
came and thrashed up into Bert's cock, but it seemed all slow motion to me as 
I struggled to half open my eyes, the brunette still softly licking, then what 
seemed like hours later we could feel them roll into us and we kept humping 
and kissing cunts and tummies a little like Christmas afternoon after all the 
packages are unwrapped but you get to look at all your stuff and feel and play 
with it. 

We stroked them and they stoked us, occasionally pinching a tit or squeezing 
an butt, and it felt like we were all in cotten balls all over us so soft and foggy 
and warm, but still Steve's hard dog up my tail, now softening a bit, and, gosh, 
it was fun, and we lay still. 

Just then I noticed that I had quit shaking some time ago.




Susan's Secret Life

Chapter 4

My life had turned into a heaven of love and sex, sex and love.  The night of 
the party I slept like a blistered log in a fireplace.  That is, I tossed and turned 
in the sweet agony of sex all night, dripping and stewing in my juices.  Once, I 
felt Sarah's little hand on my slick pussy, but we were both too tired (and I was 
too confused) to do anything.  Sarah had fucked two guys that night and I had 
fucked Steve and the brunette. 

I WAS IN LOVE! 

Yes, I was in love with love.  In love with Bert.  With the brunette.  With Steve 
and Steve's ripe, ridged cock. And, BOY!, with the redhead.  I had watched her 
climax and held her hand, and now all I could do was think of her. Well, of her 
and Bert.   And . . .  Well, and everything, I guess.  I was hooked.
Yet I still hoped, secretly, that my desires would stop with the summer.  That 
I'd never drag my slut self home from Maine.  Little did I know that my glands 
would know NO containment.  Never again was I able . . . 

But the story of that summer is not yet over.  NOT BY A LONG SHOT!  Or, I 
should say, a long squirt. 

For two days I wandered as in a sexual dream.  I was hooked and I knew it.  
But this was one fish that didn't want to spit the hook.  Besides, it was set 
firmly in my jaw.  And I mentally thrashed and squirmed in the agony of it.  
LOVE.  And SEX.  COCK.  And CUNT.  Not to mention BALLS, BUTTS, 
TITTIES, CALVES, TUMMIES, etc. 

Love.  Sweet and savory.  I couldn't (and still can't) at times think of much else.  
When my motor gets warm--and sometimes it takes just the sight of a pair of 
tight buns to warm it--I can think of nothing else.  I've been known to go for 
days, if not sexually satisfied, thinking and swooning in thoughts of sex.  Once 
I get turned on, in other words, there's only one way to turn me off.  And that is, 
of course, to HAVE me.  To fuck me right and proper.  To belly slap with me.  
To tongue me and spank my ass.  To shove a big dick up my cunt.  To hold 
me and love me, naked in your arms. 

Eight times in the following three days Bert took me on long walks in the 
woods and eight times we fucked our brains out.  He would take me to the 
clearing and then have me strip naked.  He would have me do it slowly, one 
article of clothes at a time.  He would remain fully clothed.  
Then he would make me turn around and touch myself here or there. He'd make me feel up my little pink titties, or smooth my hand back and forth over my tummy, or 
finger my cunt while squeezing my tits.  

He'd be still dressed and the whole thing would make me feel so naked and 
naughty, especially when he'd have me turn around backward and bend over 
with a finger in my pussy.  Sometimes he would feel me up as I stood there.   
He'd stick a finger in me and wag it around till I'd be squirming all over.  Or 
he'd kiss my thighs and belly while grabbing my calfs or squeezing my butt.  
He'd suck on my titties sometimes.  Boy oh boy, was I hot! 

Once he made me walk around for a half hour with just my tennis shoes and 
pullover on.  GOD!  I felt so naughty and naked.  Then he had me pull my 
pullover up so it covered my face and he came and felt me up all over while 
my arms were straight up in the air and my face covered.  

As he palyed with my cunt, squeezing it softly like a furred tennis ball, he said, 
"Just like a peach!  A ripe, tender peach, with soft cheeks."  And he stuck a 
finger in.  I squirmed like a bitch, but he pulled away and just made me stand 
there like that as he smoothed my stomach and squeezed my naked butt.  

After he'd play with me, sometimes for up to an hour, he'd strip down and 
make me suck his cock.  He really taught me how.  I know I'd done it before.  
By instinct.  But Bert gave me technique.  He'd lay down and have me wrap 
my right hand around his cock and squeeze it and rub it up and down until it 
felt like a it was ready to break.  

Then he'd have me shove it into one of my little tits where he'd rub it all 
around.  After that he'd have me curl my little lips around the head and gently 
swirl my tongue all around and over the pee hole, but especially right under the 
head as I'd let him go further and further in my mouth, still gently pumping with 
my hand.  GOD, I loved it.  I was usually leaking by this time and would rub my 
cunny on his lower leg up and down and around and around, my belly pressing 
into his knee, etc.  

And right before he's start to cum, I would start rubbing his flat stomach with 
my other hand and stroking him harder while bringing my tongue up and down 
and up and down the soft, secret underside of his cock bulging with cum, my 
mouth going up and down as far as I could, then I'd clamp those lips around 
his cock and hang the fuck on cause he'd try to buck me off as he would pump 
spurt after hot spurt of pure teenaged cum into my mouth. 


But this was never enough for Bert.  Hell no!  He then turn me over and fuck 
me there in the grass, his still hard cock pushing through my little pink cunny 
lips, and grabbing my titties from behind.  Or he'd take me "straight" (as I 
called it then and now), with his chest on mine and my legs thrashing all 
around, then up over his naked butt and clamped about his waist. 

A few times as we fucked I thought him and the redhead, about the time I 
watched him fuck the beautiful redhead and how we held hands and all.  And 
once I felt like I was the redhead.  

I mean, I could even imagine her face being mine, so I'd not be surprised if I would have seen her if I'd look in the mirror. And I thought her cunt was mine.  And her ripe breasts.  And, shy as I was, I would rub myself, my tits and cunt, while Bert fucked me. 

Bert seemed to like this. 

After the seventh time, as we lay there in the grass, 

Bert said, "Steve's coming over this afternoon.  I want you to come out here 
with both of us." 

"No, Bert.  I can't believe you'd ask me to do that," but even as I answered I 
thought of Steve and his hard cock and I knew I wanted fucked again by him.  I 
started trembling softly there in the grass. 

"Listen, Suzi.  I like fucking you and I think you know you're someone special 
to me.  If you want to keep on seeing me and having sex fun, you'd better be 
ready to come out here at about this afternoon!  Be ready about one."  And he 
left me laying there shaking on the soft grass as he dressed and ran back to 
the house. 

I went back and cleaned up and ate lunch and changed clothes.  I put on my 
tightest white shorts over plain cotten panties and wore a yellow pullover which 
accented my blond hair.  Still, a part of me was too embarrassed to want to go 
and get naked in front of two boys, even if they were such hunks.  But all 
through lunch I could only think of both Steven and Bert naked, theri hard 
cocks sticking far out from their bellies.  

I squirmed all over my chair and found I was shaking again.  I almost choked 
on my baloney. Getting dressed was also frustrating.  I wanted to fuck myself 
right there as I slipped my cotton panties up my tanned legs and over my 
pouting cunt. JESUS!  
Each item of cloths felt like a boy's hands all over me.  I keep shaking and hugging myself.  I felt like I was going to fly apart with lust and fear and shame.  

I knew what was coming, and I dreaded it and lusted after it at the same time.  
I was a shameless slut but wanted to be a good girl with a good reputation and 
live the all American life.  If only I could do that and be fucked every minute of 
my life . . . 

Steve and Bert were in the front room when I came down. I couldn't look Steve 
in the face, but I mumbled hello and walked outside with them and down the 
path into the woods. The boys walked ahead, and this gave me a good 
opportunity to look over Steve's hot buns inside his thight jeans and notice 
both boys' muscular builds.  Bert was dark and handsome in an aristrocratic 
way.  Steve was blond and handsome in a little boy way.  Both were hunks!  
And I couldn't wait.  But, at the same time, I was terribly ashamed. 

Bert and Steve sat down and lit cigarettes when we got to the clearing.  I went 
over to Bert's side and began to sit, but he said, "No.  You keep staning.  Over 
there.  In front of us." 

"Now, turn around," he instructed.  "Slowly." 

And I did.  Wearing the white shorts and pullover in front of these tow guys 
who were looking me all over made me feel terribly ashamed and, even, 
nanked.  My shaking increased and I tried to hug myself with my arms to make 
it stop. 

"NO!" Bert shouted.  "Hands to your side.  Just keep turning till I tell you to 
stop." 

The boys smoked and I turned and shook. 

"Okay, Suzi, unsnap your shorts." 

"No, Bert.  Don't make me do that."  I couldn't even look at Steve. 

"Do as I say, Suzi.  It'll be o.k.  Trust me."  His voice was soft but firm. 

I reached with both hands and unsnapped them.  My fingers were shaking 
pretty bad. 

"Now let them fall down your legs." 

"Oh, God, Bert!  Please?"  I looked at him, pleading with all my might. 

"Do as I say," his voice was soft, but firm.  I let the shorts slide slowly don my 
tanned legs.  I was shaking and on the verge of tears. 

"Now pull down those sweet undies, lil' Sue." 

I was too far gone now to stop, I mean even if I'd wanted to, but I didn't.  I 
hooked my thumbs on either side and bent down, slowly pulling down my 
underpants.  I knew Bert liked me to do this real slow, so I did it slow this time, 
stopping at my knees a moment. 

"Freeze!"  Bert said. 

I knew this game, too.  I was half bent over, my naked butt slighly sticking out, 
my panties around my knees, my blond pussy mostly hid between the valley of 
my closed thighs, a few blond wisps of hair sticking out. 

"Now, let go of your panties and caress your thighs." 

I couldn't look at the boys so I closed my eyes as my shaking hand stroked my 
upper thighs.  GOD!  I was getting into it.  I felt so naked and HOT rubbing 
myself before these two hunks!  Gradually I let a hand rub my buns as the 
other came around in front and cupped (very softly) my cunt, and slowly 
rubbed until I realized what I was doing and quickly let that hand come up 
under my pullover and rub my stomach. 

"Goddamn!  Look at her!" I heard Steve say.  "She's great!  What a hot 
pussy!" 

When I heard that I started visibly shaking with lust and shame and I stopped 
rubbing myself except letting my hands caress my upper thighs like I was 
putting on sun lotion or something. 

"Now pull up your top," Steve said. 

"Oh!" was all I could manage as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my 
pullover with my hand crossed and pulled it slowly (I knew how Bert liked it!) 
up over my pert, little breasts with their ripe nipples (I cold feel it rub over them 
then the rush of warm air as they were exposed to the hungry view of Bert and 
Steve), then up exposing my armpits and covering my face until my arm were 
straight over my head, then . . . 

"Freeze!" 

And I stopped.  NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER have I felt SO 
NAKED.  There I was, titties, tummy, cunt, and legs exposed out in the open in 
front of two fully dressed boys! My yellow pullover was over my face, my arms 
were straight up in the air, my white panties were bound around my knees, and 
my shorts were in a pool at my feet around my sneakers. 

GOD!  I was embarrassed and uncontrollably horny!  I was now shaking so 
that all could see and probably covered with goosebumps of anticipation (I 
couldn't see, but it sure felt like it!)  But I had to stand still ith my arms tight in 
the pullover and my whole body, almost, exposed. 

"Just stay still, Suzi.  I'm going to touch you now. Don't be scared.  It's just 
Seve and me." 

I felt a hand on my right tit that squeezed a bit and rubbed me.  Then I felt lips 
on my tummy and two hands grabbing my ass and gently squeezing.  I couldn't 
stop shaking but I pushed my belly out against the lips and tried to push my 
butt back into the hands. 

"Let's look at her first," I heard Bert say.  And the hands and lips stopped. 

"Look at these sweet titties.  They're so little now, but they're ripe and juicy.  I'll 
bet they'll get to be 32s by the time she grows up.  You going to visit me then, 
Sue?" 

All I could do was gulp, and nod, and keep on shaking. I felt two hands on my 
tits. 

"They're so soft and young."  It was Steve's voice, and probably Steve's 
tongue I felt licking a nipple tenatively. 

"And look at those fucking legs!  Jesus, they're so tan and smooth.  And they 
really have power.  You should feel her wrap them around you.  She can really 
squeeze with 'em." 

And I felt their hands all over my legs and calfs, squeezing and rubbing and 
carressing up and down, and up and down and over and around then a pair of 
lips, two pair of lips and a tongue kissing and feeling and licking my tanned, 
teenage legs.  God, I rubbed them together trying to get off with my cunt, but I 
onl;y managed to get hotter and hotter, not to mentioned more ashamed. 

"Now come around here and look at her sweet butt!" 

Both sets of hands and lips left me and I felt disappointed momentraily.  I could 
hear them move around behind me and kneel down.  I kept rubbing my legs 
together slightly, hoping no one would notice. 

"Whooo.  Sloow down.  Easy, girl," Bert spoke to me as if I was a horse. 
"You'll get there soon enough.  Just stay still and do what I tell you." 

I was terribly embarrased that he noticed that I was trying to masturbate with 
my legs.

I was  terribly horny and frustrated and feeling naked as fuck in front of two 
guys I couldn't even see.  My arms weren't tired, but I sure wanted my fingers 
somewhere else than way up in the air holding my pullover up and over my 
face. 

I felt one set of hands grab my butt from behind. 

"Look at that sweet ass!  Goddamn!  She's going to be one beautiful woman." 

I couldn't help but blush at such flattery.  I also pushed back against the hands 
slightly, probalby exposing more of my butt crack and maybe asshole than I 
wanted too. 

The hands caressed their way down my thighs and came up under my buns, 
holding one in each hand. 

"Look at 'em.  So tight.  I mean, she's really packed IN THERE!  Wouldn't you 
love to spank them, Steve?" 

"Fuckin' A!" 

"Look at that one little mole.  It's so lovely there all alone." 

And I could feel someone kiss a very small spot as he rubbed both buns then 
around my legs and thighs in front, keeping his distance from my dripping, little 
pussy. 

I shoved my butt back in whoever's face was kissing me and rubed it across 
his face, trying to get his nose to slip deep into my crack.  JESUS!  I didn't 
know what I wanted. Probably for him to tongue my cunt from behind.  I don't 
know.  Something. 
"Whooo, Steve!  Plenty of time, lad.  Let's look at this sweet cunt, first, then I'll 
let you two alone for awhile." 

I heard what he said and I was scared.  I know that Steve had already fucked 
the daylights out of me, but that was different.  That just happened and then 
there were plenty of people around.  NOW it was planned.  Bert had probably 
planned to get me out here and get me naked with him and Steve all along 
and then planned to let me stay here with Steve.  

I really felt vunerable, now.  I'd be almost stark naked in front of a nearly total 
stranger!   What was I going to do?  I was choking and shaking with lust, but I 
was scared as shit and embarrassed that I'd let them get me here like this.  
The air seemed to get real cool all of a sudden, but I could tell that it was me, 
not the air cause I could see that the sun was still out. 

There were no hands on me and I cold hear them arrange themselves in front 
of me on their knees, probably. 

"Open up a little bit, Sue.  Open your knees," Bert said. 

My panties, having slipped during all the feeling and kissing, were around my 
calfs now so I could open my knees a bit, but not too much. 

"Hell, let's get rid of these." 

And I felt both guys pull down my panties while feeling up my smooth legs 
somemore.  They steadied me so they could pull both legs off my feet and got 
the shorts out as well. Then I felt them untie my sneakers and pull them one at 
a time off my feet.  Occasionally one would stroke my legs or kiss my thighs, 
or lick my hip, as the other one would be undressing me. 

"Now.  Spread 'em, bitch," Bert said playfully. 

I was shaking now harder than ever, but managed to put my feet about two 
feet apart so my pussy was totally exposed.  I tried to bend forward and shove 
my butt just a bit back so they couldn't see so much of me, but I felt Bert's 
hands on my ass as he pushed forward. 

"NO.  No," he said.  "We're gooing to see what we can see.  Don't fight it, 
baby." 

I could feel his other hand on my pussy. 

"Now look at these ripe little cheeks.  Pussy cheeks. Like they're pouting or 
something.  Looks like two halves of a peach, don't it?" 

"Oh, yeah.  And she's got peach fuzz too.  Pretty blond pussy." 

"Look at the tender lips!  So soft and juicy.  Look at them puff out and pooke 
out." 

I could feel a finger going over and over my pussy lips. 

"Don't they look just so sweet?" 

"Yeah, man.  They sure do," Steve replied.  "Let me taste." 

And I felt a tongue on my pussy lips and almost jumped outta my skin.  I was 
uncontrollably shaking and so fucking hot I shoved my pussy against the lips, 
but they left my pussy and travelled up my tummy to my tits as a finger shoved 
its way into my cunt. 

I humped against it, swirling it around inside me. Trying to cum and cum and 
cum.  But the finger left my cunt and mouth left my titties. 
"Well, I'm going to leave you two alone for awhile. Suzi?" 

"Yes?" I answered, muffled as much by my fear and lust as by the pullover 
which still obstructed my sight. 

"I want you to do everything Steve says.  Got that?" 

"Un, huh," I nodded.  "But why can't you and I just. ." 

"Shut up!  If you don't mind Steve, he'll punish you. I told him what to do and 
he'll do it.  Got that?" 

"Boy, I sure do," I heard Steve say. 

I asked you if you got that!"  Steve yelled at me. 

"Yes, Steve.  I understand," I said.  I was softly crying now.  Partly due to 
Steve's having to yell at me and partly from my embarrassment. 

"Bye, now." 

And I could hear him walk away.  
"Oh, Suzi.  You can take off your shirt and let your hands down," Steve 
instructed. 

I did as he said, then tried to cover up with the pullover, putting it over my cunt. 
"Oh, no you don't.  Drop it and come here." 

I was still crying a bit and shaking a lot.  But I want over to him where he sat on 
a low stump.  He motioned me to kneel down betwee his knees and I 
complied. 

"I hear you've learned how to suck cock real good. Is that right?" 

I closed my eyes, still crying, and nodded.  I wished was a thousand miles 
away.  But not until I was satisfied. 

Steve stood up.  "Pull down my pants and suck my cock." 

My hands fumbled with his belt.  I was never very good at taking off a belt 
backward, but I managed to free it and then I unzipped his pants, my hand 
pushing past the beautiful bulge.  

I grabbed the jeans and his underware from the top and started pulling them down.  I only got a few inches and I stopped.  I just couldn't go further.  I was too embarrassed. 

"Let's go, bitch."  And he slapped me.  Not hard, but enough to surprise me 
and to really make me start crying.  I was fumbling with his jeans and shorts, 
pulling them down, and crying like a baby.  Even when I saw his hard cock 
poking out (and BOY I wanted to grab it and stuff it into me after licking it and 
sucking him off), I kept crying, tears running down over my cheeks and the sun 
shining in my face, and a big cock before me. 

"Come on!"  And I pulled his shoes off and his jeans and shorts over his feet.  
"Now show me your stuff, Suzi.  Suck me, and do it good!" 

"Please, no.  I don't want to.  Please." 

"Shut up and suck it.  You know you want it, now suck!" 

"No, I don't want to," I lied.  I just want to go home and go to bed."  I was crying 
and shaking uncontrollably now. 

"You're going to suck or you're going to suck," Steve slapped me again, harder 
than the last time. 
I just knelt there, crying. 

"Okay, bitch.  You're going to get a spanking!  Right NOW.  Young lady, lay 
over my lap.  Right the fuck now!" 

He slapped me again and sat down.  I was really scared now, and I remember 
what I'd said to Bert.  "I'll suck you. I'm sorry," I cried. 

"TOO THE FUCK LATE.  NOW GET YOUR ASS HERE!"  Steve was really 
angry and slapped me again, real hard.  I could feel the tears splash off of my 
cheek. 

Meekly, I stood and lay over his lap.  I could feel his hard cock shoved in my 
tummy and he seemed to puch against me, rubbing his cock into my belly.  His 
right hand, over my ass, began to squeeze, not too hard, but enough that I 
knwe he meant business.  His left hand held my back down over his lap as he 
poked his cock into my stomach. 

Soon I felt his right hand raise up and come down, SMACK, onto my left 
cheek.  I was crying, again, and harder. The pain wasn't so bad, but the 
humiliation was very real. His hand raised and fell, smack me over and over.  
After avout the fifteenth slap, I started to feel REAL strange.  I was still crying, 
but now I was hot as the devil.  

GODDAMN! I started squirming all around in his lap, and even reached down 
and started squeezing and gently pumping his hard dick, shoving it all over my 
tummy as he spanked and spanked and spanked me.  I cried and pumped.  
Pretty soon, I felt his hand leave my back and start feeling up my little titties as 
he kep spanking me.  I LOVED IT!  

He was slapping my ass and squeezing my titties and shoving a finger in my 
mouth, and I was pumping his precious cock, the cock I loved so much the 
other night and still loved now.  I kept cryinbg, now out of lust, and didn't even 
really notice when he stopped spanking me and started feeling up my naked 
ass and feeling my pussy from behind and sticking a finger in me.  I was 
rubbing all over him and trying to get him to cum on my tits or belly and he 
fingerfucked me.  We were HOT AS SHIT!  And we both knew it. 

Suddendly he seemed to snap out of it.  I felt his finger stop in my pussy and 
his other hand stop.  I tried to get him going again by squirming all over him 
and jerking on his cock, but he wasn't budging.  Then he stood up, and I fell on 
my back on the ground. 

"I said, SUCK MY COCK!" 

God his cock, ridged and deeply veined, looked beautiful and obscene at the 
same time.  It pointed up into the air bursting with life.  As he stood there, 
framed by the few soft clouds, his cock pointing to the blue heavens, it felt like 
the world fell out beneath me.  There was the rod and the staff of life, and here 
was I, worshipping before it.  

I stopped crying, and as he sat down on the stump, I picked my self up, knelt 
before him and gently took hold of his magnificent cock and softly wrapped my 
lips around it, letting my little tongue carress the underside beneath the head.  
I let him slip deeper and deeper into my mouth, as I tried to keep the underside 
well stimulated with my swirling tongue, and the whole shaft excited by making 
my lips slide tightly over the ridges and bulges. 

He started thrusting deeper and deeper into my small mouth, and I tried to 
keep up with him.  I was horny as SHIT but I was trying to give him a good 
blow job before my needs were met.  

I wagged my ass in the air behind me, but could get no relief.  I just kept sucking his beautiful godhead cock and feeling his legs and flat belly and bulging biceps as he fucked my mouth and, occasionally, felt my tits and pulled my head further into his lap, thrusting and rolling his cock around in my mouth. 

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hips, one hand on either side, and I could 
feel a cock push against my pussy lips from behind. 

I was really scared.  Who was it? I wondered.  I couldn't see and when I wnet 
to look, Steve clamped his hand on my neck and shove his cock even deeper 
into my mouth. 

The cock behind me got its head into my puyssy even though I tried to clamp 
my legs from behind.  Now I had had it.  I couldn't stop.  I had to have that 
cock in me from behind, and I had to feel Steve's cock thrusting into my 
mouth. 

I pushed back and forth, getting the cock further and further into my tight, 
slippery cunt.  Inch by agonizing inch the cock came deeper in.  I could feel my 
pussy cheeks puff out as it shoved further and further, and I could feel the 
pussy lips dripping around the cock.  



Meanwhile I pumped on Steve with a hand and slurped his cock as he pumped 
into me and as the cock behind finally hit my depths and I squirmed against 
the man's belly behind me before he pulled back and started slowly trusting in 
and out with short strokes first then deeper and gradually deeper.  I felt sure it 
was Bert, but the cock seemed a bit longer and a great deal thicker.  But I was 
too hot to think very clearly. 

I was getting it good from both ends now.  Both cocks coordinating their 
thrusting so neither fell out, and both going the distance, as they say.  The 
thrusting came harder and harder and, seemingly, deeper and deeper, 
plumbing my very depths and filling me in the sweet hell of fuck and suck.  I 
thought about the redhead for a moment, and I was her in an escasty of 
confusion.  

I had a hard dick that I pushed into her from behind.  And I also had a hard 
dick that she could suck.  And I had two dicks, one to fuck her with and one to 
let her suck at the same time.  And I came back to myslef, and felt the hot 
cocks as they rolled in me like an ocean of snakes, and the man behind 
grabbed my hips and crushed my tits, and I was two seconds from REALLY 
BLOWING IT! 

I loved it!  I was squirming all around and I could feel both cocks were ready to 
explode in me.  I was shaking my head as much as I could and keeping up 
with Steve when I saw, out of the corner of my eye someone else standing 
behind me, off to the side. 

It was BERT!  It wasn't his cock in my cunt.  That fat, hard cock was someone 
else's!  GOD!  I wanted to scream.  I want to run and hide.  But I was also 
starting to shudder and cum and cum heavily, shaking all over and squirming 
my butt into the man behind.  

Steve grabbed my neck so I couldn't turn anymore, and he shoved harder and 
quicker and deeper into me and I could feel his cock PULSE big like a 
mountain of cock, and he shoved a glob of sweet, hot cum into my mouth, and 
he kept thrusting, and the unseen man behind was thrusting and pumping, and 
his hot cum seem to jump inside, and he kept thrusting and humping, and I 
was CUMMING at the SAME time, jerking at the end of two fat, hot lines like 
afish at opening day caught with two hooks, swallowed and gaffed, and Steve 
kept thrusting and pumping loads down my throat.

The man behind was grabbing my titties and squeezing them as he blasted 
and gushed and pissed his sperm in me deeper and hotter and deeper than 
ever before. 
Steve kept pumping, then pulled his dick out and squirted slimy ropes of sperm all over my face, and kept rubbing his cock around in the slick, hot cum, then shoving it back into my mouth for another pumb, then out again, and I was shaking with an orgasm that hit me like a railroad train. 

The man behind kept grunting and hosing my insides, making me bloat up full 
of more and more cum, now mauling my tits, and grabbing at my tummy, and 
shoving his hand over my cunt, and sticking a finger in and over my clit and he 
kept shooting hot load after hot load into me until I never thought any of this 
would EVER stop, and I didn't want it to, every cell in my body screaming for 
fuck and more and more and fuck. 

I was cumming like an airplane crash, as I felt the cocks go deep in again and 
then stay almost still except pulsing and pushed as far into me as possible, 
drippling out their last little strings of cum, I was shaking with an intense 
orgasm from the gods, blessed with a fuck from Olympus, the man behind 
kept rubbing my buns, my stomach, my tits, my cunt, still pulsing and Steve 
still throbbing in me, now the man carressing me gently. 

I could see Bert out of the corner of my eye come over to me with the yellow 
pullover in his hand, and he stroked my back and said something soothing like 
to a horse. 

I was cvrying with my orgasm that was only now subsiding, and I kept pushing back intot the man and grabbing Steeve's cock and trying to get it to go deepering in my stroat, and Bert spread the pullover over my eyes so I couldn't see and tied it behind my head. 

What a fuck!  I was weak with it.  I was a saint with it.  I didn't care if I went 
blind with it.  If could never see again. 

And I felt Steve's cock slip out of my mouth and gently rub over my cheeks, 
and I kept licking at it.  And the man behind, the man with the long, thick cock, 
finally pulled his so slowly out while I was trying to prolong the moment by 
shoving back into him and squirming aganst his hairy beyy, as he was feeling 
up my ass and back, and I could feel his cock fall out and a sudden rush of air 
over my cunt, the wound of my world. 

Then he was wiping himself off on my asscheeks, and rubbing his still hard 
dick up and down my crack from behind, once even poking it gently into the 
opening of my little asshole. 


He kept on like that, just gently shoving the very tip got into the little ring there, 
then pulling back and rubbing it up and down, still feeling my little dripping cunt 
occasionally, or one of my tits, and I kept squirming and whimpering with the 
deity of fuck surrounding me, inside and out.  And I felt abandoned in a world 
of sin and sorrow. Naked on my haunches, trying to get Steve's cock, still 
throbbing, but growing smaller, into my sweet little mouth. 

And the man pulled back and way, and I could hear him whisper something to 
Bert, and Bert laughed and I could hear him putting on his pants or jeans and 
then zipping them up and walking away, out of the clearing.  

All the while I was still licking Steve and rubbing his cock over my face, and I put one hand in my tail and fingered myself back there. 

God I was embarrassed.  But I was fucked, too, and I knew then and forever 
which mattered more!  If ever thereafter I had to chose between self respect 
and a hard cock, between dignity and dick, well . . . It would be NO CONTEST!  
I needed stuffed.  And I needed it over and over again. 

I was exhausted and fell down and lay in the grass. Steve lay beside me and 
caressed me tenderly from behind.  I fell asleep with my tit in his hand, the 
pullover still tied behind my head. 

We woke a few hour later, Steve's cock in my rump, but too pooped to pop up.  
He took off my blindfold, we kissed, dressed each other--we took a long time 
doing this!--and walked back to the house.  It was getting dark. 

Neither Bert nor Steve ever told me who was fucking me from behind that day, 
and I only asked once.  To tell the truth, I didn't want to know.  If I knew, I've be 
embarrassed when I would see him.  That is, if I would ever see him.  This 
way, I didn't even know if I ever ran into him or not.  In fact, I din't know who it 
was for over three years.  Then I knew I bumped into him all the time.  But I 
didn't know it then. 

The next day, after a slow tender fuck in the clearing, Bert asked, "You wanta 
go to a formal dance with me?" 

I blushed.  Bert was asking me out on a formal date!  I was thrilled. 

"Sure, Bert.  That'd be great.  You sure you want to take me?" 

"Suzi, you're something special.  I really get off on you.  ~And in you," he 
laughed.  "Afterward maybe you can join a club." 
"What club?" 

"Justa club.  You know some guys and girls."   And, as though in an 
afterthought, "We have a really good time." 

"Bert," I choked.  "I love you.  I'll do anything you say."  And he stroked my 
naked body and kissed me on the cheek.  He was SO sweet. 

"O.K.  Dress up tonight.  Borrow some clothes from Sarah.  Make yourself real 
sharp.  Pretend you're going to a prom, kiddo."  He lit a cigarette and blew 
smoke over my tummy.  Then rubbed me and kissed my tits, letting smoke 
escape between licks.  "Yep, tonight after the dance you can join the Four-Leaf 
Club.  Be ready by six.  First we'll go out and eat.  We'll double with Steve and 
his date."  He stood up, "But maybe you better catch a nap before then.  I think 
you're going to need your rest."  He smiled.  "Come on.  Let's get back." 

And he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard as I melted in his arms. 

I couldn't wait! 



Susan's Secret Life

Chapter 5 


That afternoon, after Bert had asked me to the formal dance, was an exciting 
haze of preparations, enthusiasm, and anticipation.   Bert had asked me out!  
ME!  I felt so grown up and adult.  Like I was going on my first real date, if you 
don't count handholding in a movie and kissing after you and some girls meet 
some boys at the theatre or the mall. 

Anyway, that was all I was used to.  And though I'd gone to dance class, I'd 
never been to a formal dance except the one at the end of the class, and that 
doesn't really count. 

Needless to say, I couldn't take a nap even if I'd wanted to, and I didn't. 

After showering and setting my hair, etc.  Sarah and I picked out a lowcut, 
formal white dress for me to wear.  It came down just over my knees.  I also 
wore a pink bra, white high heels, white nylons held up with a red garters, pink 
panties, and a pink slip.  
BOY!  Did I feel grown up.  I looked in Sarah's full-length mirror and I thought I looked simply delicious!  So big and sophisticated and yet sweet and innocent at the same time. 

Sarah had already left with her date (she was also going to the dance) before 
Bert called down the hall to see if I was ready.  BOY WAS I! 

As I walked down the hall Bert gave a low whistle. "You look great!" he said.  
"Doesn't she, Dad?  Doesn't she look marvellous?" 

Uncle Bert set his paper down and said, "Yeah, she looks fine.  Fine, indeed.  
Very pretty.  So grown up, little niece.  You look real nice." 

I blushed at all the attention from these two as Bert pinned some flowers on 
my dress.  We walked out and got into his 1954 Chevy.  Well, really it was 
both his and his Dad's car.  They had found it in someone's barn and spent 
over two years reconditioning it.  Now it was in mint condition. Two-door, white 
over yellow.  Bert had waxed it in the afternoon and it shone brightly in the late 
afternoon sun. 

We drove over to Steve's house and picked him up.  I sat between him and 
Bert as we went to pick up Steve's date, Julia.  

Steve was a perfect gentleman on the way over, but he did peck me lightly on my right cheek when he got in. The rest of the way over to Julia's house, he talked about how much he liked my dress and how grown up I looked.  You know, nice talk.  Real sweet. 

Steve went in to get his date and I almost dropped a load when I saw who 
"Julia" was.  SHE WAS THE REDHEAD!  The beautiful redhead I'd seen in 
my dreams and in moments of fantasy.  Julia.  Now I had a name.  I wish I was 
Julia.  I wish I knew more about her.  I wish I looked more like her. I wish my 
breasts were as developed as Julia's were. 

I had to get out of the car for Steve and Julia to get in the back seat. 

"Suzi, this is Julia.  Julia Roberts.  Julia, this is Suzi.  I think you've already met 
once before," and Steve gave a sly little wink and grin, but he didn't dwell on it. 
Like I said, he was sweet. 

Julia seemed to be very gracious and friendly.  She smiled at me and said, "So 
very pleased to meet you, Suzi." 

I mumbled some pleasantries in return.  God! All I could do was stare at her.  
She was SO beautiful.  She wore all pink except for black net stockings, but 
not the cheap kind with the big spaces.  

She was stunning.  Her long white legs were clearly visible through the black 
mesh.  The pink dress which didn't quite reach her knees accented her 
beautiful light red hair, and its low cut front allowed me to see just the 
beginning of her breasts, the white tops of those young, soft mounds.  Her 
smile had a way of melting me on the spot.  It was broad and sincere, and her 
even white teeth seemed to sparkle in the evening sun.  God!  She was 
beautiful. 

As she bent to get into the car, I couldn't help but to try to look down her dress.  
I could see more of her beautiful tits, almost down to the pink nipples, I 
thought. 

But then I realized that Bert, still behind the wheel, was watching me trying to 
peak.  He looked at me and almost laughed out loud.  But just winked, turned 
back in his seat, and restarted the car.  I was deeply embarrassed.   Now it 
was me, and not the guys, with all the dirty thoughts.  I blushed and got in the 
car after Steve. 

The dance was a dream.  It was held at the local country club, and everyone 
was SO grown up and polite and friendly, even to me, an outsider.  My dance 
card was all filled up after the first few dances with Bert, and I thoroughly 
enjoyed myself.  The band was young and many had long hair, but they played 
well and played a lot of slow dances.  

The clubhouse ballroom had a mirrored globe which spread fragments of 
starry lights all over the room.  It was VERY ROMANTIC!  Bert and I had a 
number of dances together, and on the slow dances he would hold me close 
and tenderly. I was in love.  I was had.  I only hoped he felt the same about 
me.  Steve was utterly a gentleman also, and I knew I was also VERY FOND 
of him. 

The whole night I also kept my eye on Julia Roberts. We sat together at the 
table and she seemed to take a very friendly interest in me.  I only wish my 
interest was just friendly.  

I seemed to be the only one with bad thoughts, and I tried to wipe them from 
my mind. 


I would try to watch her dancing sometimes.  I always wanted to know where 
she was.  And sometimes, she would see me and smile back.  I'd almost melt, 
and whoever I was dancing with would look at me strangely because I had 
pushed myself against him in those few moments.  Then I'd catch myself, pull 
back, and try to put Julia out of my mind.  But it wasn't easy.  My eyes kept 
drifting back. 

Once, at the table when we were both there between dances and Steve and 
Bert had gone for drinks, I saw her bend over her dance card and I raised up in 
my chair a bit to try to see more of her breasts.  I just couldn't help myself, it 
seemed.  AND GOD!  I think I saw the top of her right nipple at the bottom of 
the cool, alabaster mound cupped in her dress.  She happened to look up right 
then and I lowered myself quickly and turned away.  I blushed.  I was deeply 
embarassed, but when I looked back at her, she just gave me a warm, friendly 
smile, that seemed pretty innocent enen though it lasted a bit longer than I 
would have expected. 

The last dance was heaven!  It was slow and went on forever, and Bert held 
me in his arms closely, but not sexily--just VERY, VERY, VERY romantic.  And 
I was so proud to be there with him, and I felt like he was MY MAN, and I was 
all grown up and at a real prom at high school or something.  God, I was 
happy. 

And everytime I turned around, Julia seemed to be there, her eyes half closed 
as she slow danced with Steve and smiled at me.  It was like magic.  We 
seemed to be right near each other for the whole time. 

Here were three people I really cared about, accepting me and letting me be 
with them and making me feel SO accepted and grown up.  It was great!  I 
wished the dance would never ever ever end. 

But of course, it did.  And after applauding the band, and collecting our things, 
Bert and I walked hand-in-hand into the magic of a Maine summer evening 
with stars in the sky and lightning bugs and a warm breeze and the smell of 
pine washing over us.  My, it was grand!  I was with the man I loved in a land I 
was falling in love with at just the right time in my life.  If he would have asked 
me to marry him right then and there I would have said "I do" a thousand 
times. 

As we walked to the car, Bert stopped and hugged me closely but like a lover 
should, nothing indecent.  "You up for going with me to see the ol' Four-Leaf?" 

"What?"  I'd forgotten about what he had said about a club. 
"Our club.  You wanta see?" 

"Yes, Bert, anything you say."  I didn't want the night to ever end. 

I sat close to Bert and held onto his right arm as we drove down the main 
highway then turned off on a dirt road at the edge of town.  We drove for 
another 10 minutes, and I thought I could hear a rustling in the back seat.  I 
turned and saw Julia and Steve softly kissing.  It was just romantic, but I was a 
bit jealous.  Strange as it sounds, I wish I was kissing Julia, not Steve.  But I 
turned around and tried to concentrate on Bert.  I kissed him softly on the 
cheek. 

"Um," he said, and smiled. 

I didn't know what I expected the club to be, but I certainly didn't expect what I 
saw.  The house, with the words "Four-Leaf" on a large plaque over the 
doorway, looked like a country estate.  It was circled by large, freshly mown 
lawn and surrounded by woods except to the front which looked over a lake.  
The lawn itself must have been 10 acres.  

It was huge, and a barn behind the house (I saw as we drove past) held the 
tractor it took just to keep the lawn mowed.  

The house had two stories with a veranda in front, a tennis court and swimming pool in back.  How, I wondered, did these kids get to come here?  How could they ever afford to rent a place like this?  Little did I know then that they actually OWNED the place! 

We walked into the huge main room (almost as large as the ballroom we had 
just left) which had a very high ceilings and a mirrored globe suspended from 
the center of the ceiling.  Jesus, I thought, someone holds dances here, too.   
There were a bunch of kids (maybe sixteen when we arrived) from the dance 
already there, and just then music began playing from a stereo along the back 
wall.  Some of the kids began dancing again, just like we'd never left. 

Two pingpong tables with paddles and balls were against the far wall.  And 
four guys began playing. 

More and more couples arrived until about 40 people were there.  Bert and I 
danced a couple dances while the place filled up and in between I talked with 
some of the girls.  An air of expectancy filled the room with an exciting 
atmosphere.  

If I had know what was to come, I would have run out then and 
there, but in the long run it's probably best that things went as they did.  At 
least I tell myself so. 

Someone stopped the music and Bert stepped up to a mike that was along the 
back wall. 

"Greetings, club members!" 

Everyone yelled "Greetings" back, as if on cue. 

"Tonight we have two new initiates.  It promises to be a fantastic ceremony!" 

Everyone screemed their approval.  I just stood there enjoying the fact that 
Bert, who I was with, was so important that he was running the show.  I felt 
proud and important to be with him. 

"So without further adieu . . ." Bert said, his speach rising like a circus m.c., 
"will the two initiates please step forward?  James B. White and Suzi Q. 
Johnson, COME ON DOWN!!!!"  Bert was yelling now, having a good time 
and not the least bit self-conscious.  I was dazzled.  So happy I could have 
been twins. 

I hadn't recognized my name.  I was concentrating on Bert and his importance.  

I saw one guy step forward and recognized him as the guy who danced with 
me three times earlier.  More than anyone else except Bert.  Even once more 
than Steve. 

"Come on, Suzi.  Don't be shy, now," Bert laughed into the mike. 

I was shocked!  I felt the hands of some of the guys and girls pushing me 
forward.  I'm too shy to stand in front of these people, I thought.  Not me.  Not 
me.  I just wanta watch.  Not me! 

But I couldn't say anything.  I just walked (and was half pushed) to the front of 
the crowd, almost falling over a curved mirror that was built into the center of 
the floor. I slipped, but someone grabbed my arm.  I was embarrassed already, 
imagine how I would have felt if I had fallen! 

"Come here, honey," Bert said when I got to the front of the crowd.  I walked to 
his side and held his hand, but I couldn't look at the faces in the crowd so I 
looked down, feeling stupid as I did so. 
"How 'bout a round of applause for our initiates?" 

The applause was gratifying but embarrassing.  I felt myself blush.  If I had 
known what was to come, I certainly would have done more than blush! 

"Let's see these two dance in the middle of the floor. In two days they will be 
full members of ol' Four Leaf!  So let's get a good look at them." 

Again there was applause as the crowd let Jimmy and me step to the middle of 
the floor.  The lights dimmed a bit, the music started, and several colored 
lights hit the mirrored globe.  It was a slow dance, and Jimmy held me loosely 
and respectfully.  I remembered how we had danced earlier, and it was the 
same now.  Jimmy seemed just as shy as me, and didn't try to draw me too 
closely to him.  I thought he seemed like a real nice guy and we could be good 
friends in the future, being initiates together and all. 

But I was still apprehensive.  Worried about the "two days."  About the club.  
What did they do?  Was it just a social club?  Dances and picnics?  Outings on 
the lake?  I just didn't know.  But going there at midnight after a dance seemed 
strange, vaguely troubling. 

We danced for four or five minutes cheek to cheek, but softly of course.  I 
could hear people talking and when I looked at them I realized that they were 
talking about us, about Jimmy and me. 

Some were pointing at us occasionally and looking thoughtfully.  Soon the lights came back up and the music faded. We were left awkwardly in the center of the floor not knowing what to do.  For maybe 15 seconds we keep dancing, but then the ridiculousness of the situation made us stop.  The crowd was strangely silent, now. 

We stood apart and looked at the crowd.  They had somber, determined faces.  
I looked around and saw Bert.  I gave him aquestioning look, but his face didn't 
change a bit.  it was stony, strangely without any depth or caring. 

"Jimmy?"  Bert said. 

"What?" 

"Sue?" 

"What?" I meekly questioned. 

"It's time for your initiation.  Stand facing each other in the middle of the floor." 
I didn't know what to do, but all the grim faces somehow told me I'd better do 
as I was told.  I found Julia's face, and even it seemed hard, menacing. 

We walked to the center, looking down.  But in the center, built into the floor 
was a curved mirror, Ithink they call it "convex."  We didn't want to step on 
that.  In my high heels, I'd slip if I did. 

"O.K.!  Now, take off each others clothes!"  Bert barked. 

"One item at a time!  Vary it.  Boy, girl, boy, girl!" 

I could see by Jimmy's expression that he was just as shocked as I was.  I felt 
faint, and a hot flood of emotion swept through me.  I was betrayed!  Shamed 
for anyone even thinking I'd do such a thing!  Belittle and confused. Panicked.  
And, yes--you guessed it--hot.  Just plain sexually hot.  In the sweet fever of 
cock and cunt. Thinking about naked skin and being exposed and having 
someone lick me or having to choke on a fat cock or . . . Well, you get the 
idea. 

"Bert, what are you doing?"  I whimpered. 

"Is this some kind of joke?"  Jimmy asked. 

"This is no joke.  You were told to strip each other. Now do it!" 

"I'm going home!"  Jimmy said and he walked toward the front door.  But the 
crowd was about five deep in that direction and they pushed him backward, 
hard.  He slipped and fell on his face cause he slid on the mirror in the floor. 

"JESUS!"  I said.  "What are you doing?  Stop it! Now."  I was already 
beginning to cry by this time, I think. It's a bit hard to remember. 

"Jimmy." 

"Y-y-y-es?"  

He was scared now having come into contact with the solid force of the crowd.  
The beast of raw, uncaring power that a mob had, but this seemed contained, 
directed, well rehearsed. 

"Take off Suzi's shoes," Bert instructed. 

"No!  Please, Bert."  I was sobbing by this time. Confused.  Hurt.  Hot. 
"Listen, Susan!  Do as I say!  If you don't . . ."  The pause was calculated to be 
menacing and it WAS!  I felt fear to my very core.  His voice told me that no 
matter how bad it would be to follow his instructions, it would be far worse to 
disobey. 

Jimmy was already cowed.  His face was completely white with fear and his 
hands visibly shook.  He got down on his knees and lifted my right ankle, 
steadying me, as he pulled off my right shoe then he did the same with my left. 

Foolishly, I told myself that maybe it would end there. We'd both have to take 
off each others shoes, then there would be a big laugh and everyone kick off 
their shoes and dance in their stocking feet until dawn.  It even seem more 
romantic.  Or maybe they'd get our shoes off, blindfold us, make us stand on 
chairs and throw tacks in front of us and then jump.  That old one.  Where they 
catch the tacks in a blanket or something. 

"Your turn, Suzi!" 

I was still crying, but I felt a bit better and I knelt to take off Jimmy's shoes.  
Then stood back up waiting for the ice to melt. 

"Jimmy!" 

"What?" 

"Your turn!"  Bert's voice was louder. 

Jimmy had apparently fooled himself as I had.  Now I could see his hands 
trembling more and his face flush with resentment and anger and fear.  He 
seemed to be in a mild state of shock.  As I was. 

Now he bowed his head and walked around behind me, his hands fumbling 
with my zipper. 

I was really scared!  I looked at Bert.  At Steve.  At Julia.  But I got the same 
stony stare from each.  I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.  I stared 
crying a little more.  I looked pleadingly around.  The same stare!  It seemed 
SO cold. 

Jimmy wasn't crying but he was scared.  Finally he got my zipper down then 
just looked around in shock. 

"Come on!  Pull it down." 
I felt Jimmy's hands softly on my shoulders as he grabbed the shoulders of my 
dress, trying to touch me as little as possible.  "I'm sorry," he whispered in my 
ear. And I truly think he was.  But if he was like me, he was getting a bit hot, 
too. 

I felt the dress being pulled off my shoulders, over my arms, and down my 
body.  I felt it was best not to fight it and I was trying to be as passive as 
possible so as not to incite the crowd.  Maybe this would be it.  They'd see me 
in my slip and then we'd all start dancing.  Or maybe all the girls would strip to 
their slips and come over and hug me. I wanted to feel Julia's naked arms 
around me when we were both half dressed.   I wanted to feel her lips on mine  

But I was still crying, probably because I knew this wasn't going to stop with my 
slip.  We were on a long slide, and wouldn't stop until we hit the bottom.  I was 
just fooling myself if I tried to believe anything else.  I could feel the fear in the 
pit of my stomach along with, I must admit, my confused sexual desires. 

I was now standing in front of a crowd of formally dressed people in only my 
slip.  Those who seemed so accepting, those with whom I had felt I belonged 
just a short time before, now seemed menacing and strange.  Aloof. And I felt 
like a small frightened child in the midst of a city of adults.  This was a one-ring 
circus and I was its naked clown. 

"Take off his jacket!"  Bert's abrupt order brought me back from my reverie. 

I felt so helpless and even more naked and afraid than Jimmy.  I walked over 
to him and he tried to comfort me.  He nodded slightly and softly whispered, 
"It'll be alright.  Go ahead."  I took off his jacket from behind and, on Bert's 
order, removed his cumberbun as well. 

"Now her slip!" 

Jimmy looked at me apologetically, but I could tell the prospect excited him.  I 
could see a bulge in his pants! Although he still tried to befriend me.  He knelt 
down and pulled up my slip.  Apparently he didn't know that all he had to do 
was pull the straps over my shoulders.  I could hear a few girls giggle as he 
pulled it up my legs, over the tops of my white stockings--bringing my red 
garters into plain view!--and up my thighs.  I felt Jimmy's fingers on the backs 
of my naked thighs and thought I was going to burst.  I was still crying, and 
now I started that old familiar shake, the shake of lust and confusion and 
humiliation and, well, just plain wanting COCK! 


His fingers proceded to pull across my pink panties and tummy as he pulled 
the slip higher and I raised my arms as he brought it to tit level.  Again, his 
fingers scraped my tits through the little pink bra.  I realized that he was 
probably trapped in prision of lust as well, and though he wanted to be 
respectful of me, he couldn't help himself.  I forgave him that. 

He stumbled a bit getting it over my head and off my arms, and bumped into 
my almost naked body, but I'm sure that this was not intentional. 

I was in pink bra, pink panties, and white stockings, held up by violent red 
garters, in front of the crowd.  I felt like I was going to be sick.  But I managed, 
through my crying and shaking fingers, to take off Jimmy's shirt.  His chest was 
pretty broad and he had fairly stong arms for a young teenager.  But I was too 
scared to notice much.  Then, when Bert told me to take off his pants, too, I 
almost dropped! 

I undid his belt and couldn't go on.  I looked at Bert, but all he did was sneer.  I 
looked up at Jimmy, and he quietly nodded encouragement to me.  I think I 
loved him then.  We were both so vunerable and alone and he could have 
been, as I was, consumed with self doubt and loathing and pity and fear, but 
he was concerned with me instead.  What a nice guy, I thought, but I was still 
very scared. 

As I undid his zipper my hand went over his bulge and, again, my heart almost 
stopped.  What a cock!, I thought. Boy, I'd love to . . . But I was still crying 
scared and had to go on.  I pulled his trousers down and my hand accidentally 
(I think it was accidental, at any rate) rubbed against the back of his cock 
through his boxer shorts.  The effect--beside the hot flood of lust in me--was 
his cockhead poked out of the opening!  

I was dumbstruck.  I was eyeball to eyeball with cock (it was pink and lovely, 
like a little pony poking its head out of the stall at sunrise).  I could hear a 
bunch of the girls and some guys, giggle and laugh. Hard as they tried to be to 
us, the sight of a guy with  his naked cock sticking out was too much to bear. 

Jimmy blushed all over and stuffed the beautiful apple- shaped cockhead back 
in.  I looked at him, hoping he wouldn't blame me.  He didn't.  He looked at me 
in a way to show he understood.  And I took off his pants. 

I was on an emotional rollercoaster.  I didn't know what to feel.  Shame or lust 
or fear or . . .  I felt like all my insides were being rearranged all at once. 
Everything was hot and gooey and slipping and mucking about. My insides felt 
like outsides and the outsides, in.  
There were no borders anymore.  Maybe there never were, but I felt as though 
I had suddenly lost all moorings and was adrift, and I was used to stability.  I 
NEEDED it.  But it wasn't to be had.  All sense of order and propriety and 
human dignity and mutual respect had be violently wrenched away from me. I 
felt like I was lost and l was found I'd never be at home in the world  again. 

"Jimmy, peel those stockings off the bitch!" 

Jimmy tried one last stand.  "Isn't this enough! Haven't you seen enough.  
What do you want?  Huh?"  He was shouting and they let him.  "What the fuck 
are you trying to do.  Maybe we don't want in your stupid club.  Maybe you can 
go fuck yourselves.  Fuck you!  Fuck you!  You son-of-bitches.  What the hell 
do you want?  Huh?" 

Bert's voice was low and steady, "We want you to do what you're told."  The 
calmness in his voice made it all the more frightening. 

Jimmy, barely holding back his tears, dropped to his knees in front of me.  He 
grabbed my right thigh above the stockings for support (though his hand 
directly and surely on my naked flesh made me jolt and start shaking even 
harder--I felt like I was going to lose my stomach).  

Then he grabbed my bright red garder and began pulling it and my white stocking off my leg.  I could see my tanned and pink flesh emerging from the soft white casing of the stocking. 

"Slowly!" Bert said. 

Jimmy slowed down and, I cannot blame him for this, began to caress my 
thigh, knee, and calf and he pulled the pink stocking off my firm leg.  I was 
crying, sick, and embarrassed, but fucking HOT, too.  I lifted my leg and 
pointed my toe for him to take the stocking off.  I wished everyone would 
disappear and he would eat me right there! He did the left leg the same way 
only a bit slower and caressing, even squeezing once or twice, all the way.  My 
crying and trembling seemed to increase. 

"Now.  His teeshirt and socks." 

Everything was swirling and bumping around.  I pulled his teeshirt up and off, 
rubbing into him as I did--no longer was it an accident.  I WANTED FUCKED!  
And I could see his white, hairless chest, fairly muscular (only not like Bert's or 
Steve's) through the sheen of my tears.  Then I took off his socks, with shaking 
fingers, slightly caressing his thighs as I did. 
But I could feel black bile in me rise as I stood up again, in my little pink bra 
and panties. 

"Her bra!" Bert barked. 

Jimmy went behind me as I began shaking and crying harder.  I could feel his 
hardon poke in my right cheek as he struggled to unhook my bra.  He rubbed it 
around a bit, I'm sure on purpose, but I didn't blame him.  I was too fucked up 
to blame anyone anymore. 

As he remove my bra and the cool air hit my little pink titties there in front of 
everyone, so everyone could see, I fell to my knees in shaking dry heaves. 

There I was, with only panties on, puking (or, rather, trying to puke) through my 
tears for all the world to see. Coughing and choking, I spasmed as my 
stomach lurched and lurched, and I shook and lurched like a dog in front of 
everyone.  I was sick as shit!  My crying came in loud gusts between empty 
heaves.  

My hands would go to my mouth and then to the floor.  I tried to snap out of it, 
but I no longer had any control.  EVEN MY BODY HAD BETRAYED ME!  
I shook with lust and shame and fear, and heaved, tears pouring out of my 
eyes, and noody said a fucking word. They all just watched and watched. 

Soon, I felt a cool hand on my brow.  

I looked, and through my tears and embarrasment, still with a few short 
heaves, I could see Julia.  Her sweet face was looking directly at me with 
understanding and sympathy. 

"Relax.  Don't you understand?  We've all been through this," she said 
comforting me.  "A lot of girls and some of guys have even gotten sick. You're 
not alone."  And she stroked my hair and back as I kept shallow heaving for 
several minutes and then settled down somewhat. 

She was right.  I shouldn't feel so bad.  And to think, JULIA came over to 
comfort ME.  Hell, I felt a better. I was still shaking some, after the heaves had 
passed, and still crying, but Julia had stregthened me.  I felt better and was 
able to stand again, even though I was almost completely naked in front of a 
crowd of mostly strangers, all of whom were dressed to the teeth. 

Bert looked at me, a little more sympathetically, I thought, but said only, "His 
shorts." 
I gulped and wiped my face, pushing some of my tears aside, and let my 
shaking hands go top the sides of Jimmy's shorts.  As I gripped the elastic, I 
seemed to feel that Jimmy was, perhaps uncontrollably, shoving his pelvis 
somewhat forward.  

I wanted to pull his shorts down fast, to get it over with, but before I started 
Bert told me to do it slowly, do I closed my eyes and started pulling them 
down. I could feel the tug of his boner as it caught in the elastic and the 
sudden release as it sprung free.  I could hear some oh's and ah's from 
several girls.  One even said, "Yum.  Yum." 

I was scared as shit, but I couldn't keep my eyes closed.  There was his 
COCK!  Still bouncing and swaying slightly right in front of my face.  It was 
hard and strong, not as ridged as Steve's, not as dark as Bert's.  It was a 
young, teenage cock with a bold pink, apple-shaped head, still a bit plump, 
with some baby fat on, but able to be firm.  

A bopping, muscled, mouthing cock beating a tattoo of lust into my heart.  Scrolling a scrimshaw of hot sex on my Irish tooth.  Fat and pink as a baby!  BOY!  YES, fans, IT'S A BABY BOY! 

I was HAD!  My sex drive was in forth, but my fear was in reverse.  Where to 
go?  Where to go? 

"Off!" snapped Bert, and off they came.  

Jimmy stepped out of his shorts and stood there before me.  I was on my 
knees.  I simply couldn't move.  I wanted to pop that fat little cock in my mouth 
and warm it up.  It must be cold, I thought in my confusion of sexual lust.  It 
must be looking for its mother!  Here, honey, I thought, I'm over here. Just let 
me get my little lips around . . . 

"Go ahead and touch it," Bert said. 

I reached up and grabbed the baby's red head and squeezed.  It *was*.  It was 
soft as a baby's cheeks.  But warm and alive.  It kept pulling up as I pulled 
slightly down.  Wonderful!  I wanted to nurse it.  I wanted to nurse on it. 

But then I realized where I was and let go, terribly ashamed for what I had 
done.  I wanted to fuck it and everyboy now knew.  I wanted to stuff it in my 
mouth, feel it swirl over my tongue, jump like a goat and spit down my throat.  
Now everybody knew.  I waas a shamelessslut! They could all see through 
me.  I'll bet I blushed. 
"Stand up!"  Bert said. 

I stood and Jimmy, on his own, now walked up to me and held me close to 
him.  I could feel his whole body next to mine!  He was BUCK NAKED and I 
only had on my little pink panties.  He held me close, as if to comfort me, but I 
could feel his dick lurch argainst my tummy, and I think I could feel him push it 
around a bit. 

He held and rubbed my young back, gradually letting his hands roam down to 
my ass.  He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, rubbing them as he did.  I 
felt one of his thumbs, outside my panties, go up and down my little ass crack. 

All of a sudden I could see what he was trying to do! The darling boy was 
trying to take my mind off of my fear and shame and trying to make me hot so I 
wouldn't get sick again.  He was stoking my furnace so the whole world wouln't 
turn upside down.  

God, he was considerate!  Most boys would only thinking 
about themselves at a time like this, but NOT JIMMY.  He was trying to get me 
FUCKING HOT so I wouldn't be so freaking scared. 

Then Jimmy slid down my little body, rubbing against me and feeling up my 
little titties and tummy and back, and grabbed my pretty pink panties from 
either side and began to pull them down slowly.  When he got to the top of my 
cunt crack, he licked my belly and grabbed my ass.  

"I WAS GOING TO FUCKING CUM LIKE A WHORE-SLUT RIGHT THERE IN 
FRONT OF ALL THOSE FUCKING PEOPLE!" I thought.

I got real scared and tried to pull away from Jimmy, but he pulled me back, 
squeezing my buns and shoving a thumb up and down my ass crack, almost 
down to my virgin butt hole, and I could feel mysef push back against him as 
my body refused to do as my brain ordered. Then Jimmy exposed my little 
blond cunt for all to see and I could hear oh's and ah's from a bunch of the 
boys and, strange to say, from some of the girls, too, I think. 

When I stepped out of my pink panties and Jimmy stepped back, to look at 
me, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, I realized we were both more naked 
than jaybirds (because jaybirds have feathers!) in front of ALL THESE 
FUCKING PEOPLE!  I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there trembling 
and sobbing quietly while I felt myself juiced up sexually, really squirming 
inside and all.  

I kept my hands awkwardly to my sides and tried not to appear 
too dumb and look at the floor or close my eyes, but not face anyone either, 
but I found myself gazing directly at Jimmy's hard, apple-headed dick. 

I was STUCK.  Still crying a bit, hot as hell, stark naked in front of 40 teenage 
boys and girls, all of whom were dressed to the teeth, in suits and formal 
dresses, high heels, etc.  And only a short time ago I had been at a fancy ball 
and I felt like I was in heaven.  NOW here I was, embarrassed out of my mind, 
having cried and pleaded with the man I loved (and the man who now barked 
orders at Jimmy and me), having fallen to my knees in dry heaves, and having 
been stripped naked, piece by piece in front of the entire crowd to my eternal 
humiliation.

NOW I was looking down the loaded barrell of Jimmy's ripe cock!  Jimmy, who 
at first had seemed as shy as I was, appeared to be more sexually agressive 
as he stripped the last items from me, feeling me up and even licking the top 
of my crack and touching my titties and ass cheeks, but I believed then as now 
that he was only trying to help me get over the hump, so to speak, that he was 
trying to get me excited so that I would stop crying and worrying and being 
scared.  He wanted to help, not like some boys who would only think of 
themselves at such a time. 

"Suck him, Sue," Bert's voice was low but firm. 

"What?" I had started crying a bit more again as I realized this affair was not 
going to be over with our disrobing. 

"Suck his cock," Bert said, then, "Like I taught you." 

Now I was even more embarrassed.  Bert had talked about me sucking him in 
front of all these people!  My crying was more pronounced, my shaking a bit 
more intense. 

"Come on." 

Jimmy sympathetically nodded encouragement to me.  He was really trying to 
help me through this, a step at a time. He walked over to me and held me by 
my shoulders in a brotherly sort of way, but his dick poked me in the stomach 
and he moved it around a bit on my soft skin as he held me. "Go on, baby, you 
can do it."  He took my hand and brought it too his prick, and as he kissed me 
lightly on the lips, I couldn't help but squeeze his cock softly and give it a few 
tenative pumps. 

BOY it was something!  Hot and hard, but smooth with, as I said before, a bit 
of baby fat still on it.  I was HEATIN' UP FAST!  But I still didn't want to get 
down there on the floor and suck his cock in front of all those people. 

We just stood there for almost a minute softly kissing me while I was still 
crying and lightly pumping his cock as he pushed it back and forth, touching 
and rubbing it on my stomach occasionally.  I was getting hotter and hotter, but 
at the same time I was scared, because I knew I'd have to DO IT.  I'd have to 
kneel down, buck naked, and suck a boy's cock in front of a bunch of people.  

Yet, and this was the first time I think I realized it, the humiliation was adding to 
my sexual heat.  I mean, I really didn't want to suck a cock in front of people, 
but . . . well, I really did, too. (Maybe that's why I'm writing my sexual 
autobiography biography--the humiliation itself seems to do something for me . 
. .  I don't know what.)  I just knew I was really scared but that I also REALLY 
wanted to taste that cock. 

I grabbed it from behind the head and, in front of all those kids, started 
shamelessly rubbing it all over my belly while I began kissing Jimmy harder 
and then frenching him with my tongue and his squirreling around and then me 
squirming a bit against him.  I was still was crying a bit, but I started sliding 
down Jimmy's hard body, still squirming a bit, trying to rub against his naked 
skin.  

When I got my titties to cock level, I couldn't help but stop for a moment and 
rub the fatty ripe head over both of them. GOD, that felt naughty.  And nice.  I 
slid down to my knees and just looked at it for a minute.  Jimmy was still 
pumping into my hand a bit, his hips going back and forth a bit, his breathing 
shallow. 

"Oh, yeah," he said. 

I think he was really into it now, and I was so grateful for him getting me hot 
that, even though I was still scared, I licked the tip of the soft apple head while 
still pumping him.  GOD, it was nice!  Then, to my ever-lasting shame, I let my 
little lips circle the head and let the head slide softly into my mouth.  JESUS!  
IT WAS FANTASTIC.  What a great cock!  I grabbed Jimmy's butt with one 
hand and reeled him in, squeezing his buns.  

I got two then three and four inches in while my hand still worked him over.  I 
remebered to swirl my tongue under the head of his cock, a sweet cherry of 
flesh,.I

 remembered to licked him further down, keeping my lips real moist 
and tight, waving and wagging my tongue back and forth on the underside, 
and softly moaning.  Bert had taught me and taught me well.  And I knew I was 
so far into it that my ass was swirling around in the air behind me and my 
pussy was sticking out and everyone could probably see it. 

Soon Jimmy's whole cock was just covered with my saliva, and my hand 
slipped and slid up and down the sweet tube as I sucked and my arm hugged 
his butt.  Jimmy pushed harder and harder and held my head, really pushing 
himself in.  But I was ready.  BOY, WAS I HOT!  

I stuck my ass higher in the air, shaking it and rolling it around, wishing that the 
lights or the air or something would become big big big cock and fuck me from 
behind.  I wanted THAT CREAM. When I heard the crowd muttering its 
approval, I remembered where I was, but even though I realized that I was still 
crying and shaking from being so damn ashamed at what I was doing, I still 
wanted CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM. 

I pulled his cock out and let him smear my saliva and his juices all over my 
face while I licked at him and pumped him.  Then I kitty-tongued the jerking 
head some more, teasing it, and let it slip back between my tightened lips. I let 
it out again and spread it all over my cheeks and over my chin, while sticking 
my tongue into his belly button and pushing my fingers up and down in his ass 
crack.  

I felt SO WILD AND WICKED AND DIRTY AND GRAND, with his cock in my 
mouth and my ass fucking the air.  But I was still scared especially when I 
noticed that some flashbulbs were going off.  But I was TOO FAR GONE TO 
REALLY FUCKING CARE, and I sucked that glorious cock back in. 

Now Jimmy grabbed the back of my head so I couldn't take him out again and 
tease him.  Golly, I thought, I'm going to get his cum in my mouth and 
everyone will see.  I was really ashamed and probably blushed all over, but like 
I said, I was too far gone to stop, so I pumped him faster and harder until he 
grabbed my head with both hands and shoved it all the way down my throat 
and pumped and pumped.

I made my lips tighten and swirled my tongue as much as I could, trying to feel 
every inch of his cock in my mouth, and he started spurting burst after joyous 
burst down my throat, as I kept gulping him down and pulling him in over and 
over, my butt in the air moving in tight little short circles, and me gulping 
(breathing through my nose like Bert had taught me), sucking him in like I was 
a baby goat sucking the last drops from its mommy.
I wanted to sing and cry and run away and fuck him right there and hide my 
head and . . . Hell!  I wanted to become THAT COCK.  I wished I fucking WAS 
THAT COCK spruting a load down past my red lips and down my pretty little 
throat or shoving and rubbing itself over my titty nipples or tummy or . . . Well, 
you get the idea. 

And Jimmy had been groaning as he shot his load into me and pumping his 
hips back and forth while holding my head and shoving me down on his cock.  
God, he had a load!  And he dumped load after load in me, his cock still 
throbbing and hard as I finally was able to pull it out and, gasping for breath, I 
kept rubbing it all over my face as it spurted out its last little dribbles.  And I 
licked it, too.  God, I love it then!  And my tail was thrashing about around 
behind me in the air for everyone to see, but I'd forgotten all the other kids until 
I was shocked out of my dream of COCK AND CUM by their polite applause. 

JESUS!  What had I done????  Everyone was looking at us.  I'd sucked this 
sweet cock in public and everyone had seen!  And they had also probably 
seen my cunt from behind as I pushed it back and let it squirm in the air, like I 
was flying the flag ofmyself for all to see.  

I was never so embarassed in my life.  But the evening was far from over, and I was FUCKING FAR from being sexually satisfied.  

I kept sticking his cock in my mouth and nursing on it as Jimmy got smaller 
and smaller, but he kept pushing against me as best he could, thrusting his 
hips at me while my own hips were, of course, still going. 

Out of the side of my eye, I saw Bert motion to someone and looked over to 
see two boys part the crowd, caring a low table.  I wondered what the hell was 
it for. 

They came up beside me and set it down.  It only stood about a foot off the 
floor.  Like one of those tables the Japanese eat off of or something. 

"Suzi!" 

"What?"  I had to let the limp, wet cock slide from my mouth.  I wanted to pout, 
but I was still crying a bit and shaking since I was still scared and 
embarrassed.  At the same time I was hot as a goddamn firecracker--you 
know, like one of those firecrackers they dropped from the Enola Gay. Boy, I 
was HOT HOT HOT!  Everybody better stand far the fuck back. 

"Get on the table." 
I meekly crawled up on the table on all fours.  Now everybody could even see 
my pussy better and see my little tits hang down.  This made me hotter, but the 
second I'd let go of Jimmy's slick dick I felt like I was cut loose, all alone, and 
that made me even more scared and embarrassed. My trembling, both from 
lust and fear, began in earnest again and I couldn't stop. 

"No!  On your back!" 

"No, please, Bert," I looked at him through my tears, choaking a bit, and still 
gulping for air. 

"Now." 

I laid down carefully on my back, with my arms around my small, pink breasts, 
hugging myself, trying to cover myself and stop the shaking at the same time.  
There wasn't enough room for my legs to stretch out, so I bent them at the 
knees and held them tightly together.  I knew everyone could see me from 
behind, my cunt and all, but I felt a bit better, a bit more secure with my knees 
held thightly against themselves. 

"Jimmy." 

"Y-y-yes."  Apparently some of the fear had returned as sexual feelings had 
been drained. 

"Eat her." 

The second I heard that, my little butt automatically jerked two inches up off 
the table surface.  GODDAMN!  I was going to get eaten!  I was going to get a 
hot tongue in my snatch, a licking in my picnic basket!  But then the thought 
that eveyone would see me with a head between me legs while I came, scared 
the shit out of me. 

Jimmy sank to his knees before me.  "Open up, honey," I could feel his hands 
on my little knees, gently prying them apart. 

As I gradually opened my legs, Jimmy's hands caressed my soft inner thighs 
gently squeezing and rubbing up and down while pushing out, helping me 
open my legs in front of all these people.  I still hugged myself and shook, 
softly crying, but Jimmy was trying to put me at ease, trying to relax my fears 
and, at the same time, focus my mind on my body so I would be hot enough to 
get through the night. What a sweetie! 

Jimmy's hands came closer and closer to my cunt as my legs widened.  Then 
he slowly bent down, as if in a daze, and lightly licked the tippy tops of my pink 
little pussy lips (which were now exposed for ALL TO SEE!).  GODDAMN!  I 
spread my feet apart and finally let my legs go wider and wider.  I WANTED 
HIM IN ME.  ALL OF HIM!  Not just his tongue or cock, you understand.  
EVERY FUCKING INCH OF HIM! 

I wanted him to wear me like skin.  Put me on like a wetsuit.  Crawl inside me 
like momma bear and snap me shut. I wanted the outside in, kept down and 
round, sealed and healed.  I wanted cranked.  I wanted dump fucked, rump 
sucked, and sump pumped.  I wanted waddled, wagged, and wafted.  I wanted 
to MERGE, baby, MERGE.  And not just files, you understand.  You can keep 
your mountain oysters. I wanted the WHOLE HOG! 

Jimmy's hands and tongue had found an immediate response in me.  My butt 
started jerking up off the table and Jimmy got down to some serious licking 
after shoving his nose and chin all over my snatch fur, my soft cunt cheeks, 
and my pussy bone.  

I was leaking hot girl-cum, gushing it out of me and, as Jimmy smiled up at 
me, his face shone with my juices.  WAS I PROUD!  

Jimmy's mouth went back to my cunt as his hands caressed my tummy and 
butt, one hand pulling me up to his mouth sometime and a the thumb and 
forefinger of the other holding me open for his tongue. I had gradually stopped 
hugging myself and even though I was still crying softly and shaking a bit, my 
hands had started caressing my own little titties, rubbing over the pink nipples 
and squezing some.  

JIMMY WAS DRIVING ME FUCKIN' WILD! Sometimes he'd get a finger or 
two in me while he was licking up toward the top of my crack or gnawing on my 
nub, and I'd flop like a landed fish.  I'd thrash like a meat packer.  Jerk like a 
jukjoint on Sat'day Nite.  

GODDAMN!  I WAS HOT AS A FUCKIN' STRING OF FIRECRACKERS!  
EVERYBODY HAD BETTER STAND THE FUCK BACK! 

As I was flopping there and squeezing my pink little titties with Jimmy's tongue 
sloshing around my insides and my legs now grabbing his head tight, now 
shaking and trying to open even wider to get more of him in, I noticed the 
crowd had come closer and many of them were getting a real eyeful.  Now and 
then I could see the flash of cameras, but I felt when I flashed it would blind 
everybody.  
Suddenly I noticed that Julia had come around behind Jimmy and knelt down a 
bit, but I didn't know what she was doing down there. HELL, I was too far gone 
to give a fuck.  Jimmy's tongue and roving hands had brought me to the 
goddamn brink and now I was over, falling down free fall toward Nagasaki or 
whatever.  I started bucking with every tongue waddle, every slurp and sip 
tripped my wire, sent me shaking with lights spilling out of me all over, sound 
sucking back into itself like a great womb of blasted silence, and words in my 
head breaking down into hundreds of syllables, and the syllables spinning off 
into letters, and the letters cracking into ten billion black brick, and the brick 
breaking to bits, and the bits pulverized into black sand then dust, and then it 
all vaporized into scalding black steam, cracking my heart and scalding my 
bowels, and burning my womb.  

I could feel black lightning ripping up and down my sides.  My toenails snaked 
and frazzled.  My tongue burnt to a stump.  And I goddamn came and came 
and came and came and came-

My cums started running all together like a fucking chain reaction that could 
have blasted silhouettes onto the sides of brick walls, melted the fucking sky, 
spit a shock wave that could have heaved down to the ocean floor and brought 
it gushing up, spinning.  

I MEAN I CAME, SAW, CONQUERED, AND CAME SOME MORE! 

I could hear oh's and ah's from the crowd as people pushed forward to see.  
My legs over Jimmy's back, now, thumping him with my feet, then rubbing and 
squirming them up and down his sides, then wrapped around his head, trying 
to pull his face up my cunt.  I COULDN'T FUCKING STOP.  I kept cumming 
and cumming and cumming.  Even after Bert and another guy pulled Jimmy 
back (and I heard Bert say "Whow, Big Fella" to Jimmy), my hands shot to my 
cunt and my fingers started doing their ol' naughty dance in me bringing up 
and over the damn time after time . . .  I WAS ELECTRIC! 

Then I felt someone pulling my hands away from my cunt and pulling me up, or 
rather two people, girls, pulling me up by my arms, but I wasn't done yet and 
wanted to fucking cum more and more and more and never stop, but some 
guy slapped me and said, "Wait!" 

I was sobbing now, with a bit of embarrassment at having a crooked, crashed, 
chain reaction climax in front of all these kids, but also from the tonguing itself.  
They took the table away and brought me and Jimmy to the center of the 
room.  They pointed to the curved mirror and told Jimmy to stand in it.  He did 
without any trouble.  It was just gradually curved hree or four feet across. 
Then the two girls who had pulled me up and away from my cunt playing, 
brought me to Jimmy.  His cock was about 3/4ths hard again, and I 
immediately grabbed it and started pumping.  I WAS STILL HOT HOT HOT 
HOT and my string of firecrackers was not even half finished.  I was kissing 
and squirming against Jimmy but the guy who had slapped me grabbed my 
shoulder and said, low but firm, "Back off!" 

So I stood back, not touching Jimmy, and shaking with the effort.  I WANTED 
FUCKED AND FUCKED GOOD!  AND NOW! 

I heard Bert tell someone, "Get the three incher." And I just stood there 
trembling, naked in front of all those people who had damn near seen me do 
everything but shit.  

I was still crying from the tonguing Jimmy had given me and from wanted to 
jump his pole right then and there, even if all these people could see. 

Two guys brought a small platfrom which they placed in front of Jimmy and 
which had a fitting which kept it in place in the floor.  It was really just a step, a 
few inches high, and now it was all that separated Jimmy and me. 
"Suzi?" 

"W-w-wh-wa-what?"  I was choaking now on both my embarassment and lust 
between my sobs.  I was still hot as hell, but I'd got a bit more scared as I 
looked around and saw everybody watching me.  When I looked down at 
Jimmy's nearly hard pole, I'd forget everyone again, but then I'd hear the 
rustling of formal dresses or someone cough or a flashbulb go off, and I'd 
come back to what everyone refers to as "reality." 

"Stand up on the step." 

I did as Bert said.  Now I realized what the platform was for.  It brought my cunt 
just a bit above the height of the base of Jimmy's sweet pecker.  God!, I 
thought, I AM.  I AM going to get fucked.  I was excited as holy shit as I 
stepped up and I wanted to bounce up and down on my toes, but I didn't dare.  
And I didn't even grab Jimmy's cock again.  I didn't want to get slapped. 

"Okay, Suzi.  You can mount up." 

For a second I didn't know what he meant, but then I realized he meant I 
should climb on Jimmy's cock.  Gosh! 


Boy I wanted to, but I was scared again.  Hot as I was, the idea of having all 
these people watching me get fucked frightened the piss outta me.  But I 
looked back down at Jimmy's cock and all my doubts, if not my fears, 
disappeared.   I knew I had to have IT up in me.  That sweet, baby-fat cock 
with its pink, apple-shaped head.  Just think of it, snug and deep in me, 
spurting its sweet apple juice!  Gollygoddamn! 

I went up on my tip toes and grabbed his cock as Jimmy lifted me up a bit 
around the waist.  JESUS MOTHERFUCKIN' H. CHRIST ALMIGHTY!  I felt 
the head poking around my pussy cheeks looking for an opening, then Jimmy 
slid over my pussy bone and we rubbed his cock up and down alown my pussy 
crack.

We pushed and squirmed our bodies together, my titties rubbing against his 
chest, both of us kissing like bandits, then I raised up a bit, and still wiggling 
around, slid down that thing and felt him sink in a little at a time.  

I could feel the darling head part my pearly pink pussy lips, then pass into my 
sweet tunnel, pushing out the cheeks and pushing out against me from inside.  
GOD it was great!  I could feel him slide in slowly inch by inch.  

I kept wiggling my tail about as he lowered me both to help him and to stimulate both of us as he lowered me onto him.  He wasn't totally hard, though, and when I raised up on my tiptoes for a second thrust, he slipped out. 

"Wait!"  Said Bert.  "Hey, Red, you wanta do the honors?" 

Julia came forward.  "Quit grabbing," she said as she went over to Jimmy, 
made him step to the edge of the mirror, knelt down and stuffed his cock 
straight into her beautiful mouth.  She started giving him a pretty straight 
forward blow job, from what I could tell, but she kept twisting her head around 
real naughty like. 

I felt abandoned.  I had been on my way to what had promised to be another 
series of magnificant fire-cracker atom-bomb explosions, and now I was 
watching darling Julia with that sweet cock of Jimmy's.  They were having fun 
with each other.  What about me?  

I was standing alone, naked and dripping in front of a roomful of strangers.  Again I felt the sudden sharp pain of humiliation welling up within me like black bile, and knew I was going to begin crying again soon if something didn't happen.  


My shaking started up all over, but whether it was from lust or shame, I 
couldn't really tell.  Probably a bit of both.  I could feel the air all around my 
naked body, cooling me a bit where my juices had been leaking, and it felt like 
my titties and even cunt stuck out two yards from my body for everyone to see. 

Soon, I could hear Jimmy groaning and squirming (while still standing) under 
the ministrations of Julia's tongue. "Oh, yeah!  Oh, FUCKIN' YEAH, BITCH.  
DO ME DO ME DO.  OH, BABY!"  And his hands went to her head and started 
shoving her down. 

Now I was crying for real.  She was so beautiful.  I wish I was Jimmy's cock.  I 
wish her mouth could wrap around me.  Over my head, and her tongue 
squishing all around like that, then over my tits and around my waist.  I wish 
she'd swollow ME!  Why can't she swallow me? 

I was crying like a hard rain.  Lost and afraid and lonely.  I wanted SEX SEX 
SEX, but got air on my body only. 

As Jimmy started really poking into her and holding her head down, she 
abruptly pulled back and slapped him as if he was getting too fresh or 
somehting.  She a nice girl, I thought.  Like me. 

"Get the fuck over there now and FUCK HER!"  Julia said. 

Jealous as I was at not being able to touch Julia, as ashamed I was for being 
so naked in front of a crowd, crying and shaking . . . I was PLUM glad when 
Jimmy came over with his dick as hard as dynamite.  SONOFABITCH!  Then 
Bert came over and wraped a belt around our waists, pushing us belly to belly 
against each other.  Jesus, I wondered, what's that for?  We both want 
fucking.  We're not going to run away. Doesn't Bert know that? 

But my attention shifted from the belt quickly as Jimmy grabbed my waist and 
lifted me onto him.  I was tighter now and scared of his big, baby-fat dick, 
which seemed to have increased in diameter as well as rigidity.  GOD, I came 
down even slower feeling him part the Red Sea of Me.  His cockhead was 
probbing where man had never been before.  They should name a fuckin' 
space ship after it, I thought. 

That first stroke was long and hard.  I felt like I would choke.  My sobbing 
came in big bursts as he shoved me down further and further, and I pulled him 
to me and fuckin' rubbed up and down against him, trying to feel all of him at 
the same time (the belt certainly didn't stop our squirming motions!), kissing 
and licking his sweet face.  
I wanted to wrap my legs around his back, but I was afraid we would fall over if I did that.  So I just let him lower me shuddering and weeping down on his beautiful fat dick. 

FUCK!  I was filled to the rim with him, but he wasn't caffine free.  HELL NO!  
He had me at the edge and cranked, wired with racing stripes, blue and 
zapped, and all with just that one beautiful, fat, shuddering, choaking stroke! I 
almost fainted to even think of what the rest would be like! 

I cried out loud and slowly lifted up on my little tip toes, feeling him slide big, 
and fat, and slow back through my canal, feeling the weight of him and the 
suction, and evey inch of that fatty cock with its apple-shaped head push 
against the insides of my cunt, preparing for another stroke as he bent and 
sucked in my little right tit, pulling his cock down at an angle.

Then I heard a loud THWACK! and felt Jimmy shoved fast and sharp into me 
and he cried out, "WHAT THE FUCK!" pulling his mouth dripping from my pink 
tit. 

Then I felt it, too.  THWACK! my ass was all of a sudden on fire, lifting up with 
the sharp pain, then falling back and Jimmy's cock now half in, then 
THWACK! and Jimmy shoved up far inside yelling, his cock bloating up in me, 
and I was screaming "STOP!  STOP!" and tried to pull back, but the belt held 
me shuddering belly to belly with Jimmy, and then THWACK! and a broad pain 
spread over my ass again.

I went up on tip toes to try and get away, then came down fast pushing against 
Jimmy as I heard THWACK! and Jimmy bit my ear as he pushed deeper and 
deeper in while I was all the way down and still confused with pain and now 
crying with both lust and HARD pain, starting to gulp down air, then THWACK! 
and it felt like my ass exploded, like it was blown the fuck off and I jerked up 
feeling (and now I could notice it a bit more) Jimmy's SUPERHARD COCK 
sucking down and out.

I started coming down on it again as THWACK! Jimmy bolted way up my cunt 
and grabbed me now about the waist as if he now wanted to keep fucking hard 
hard hard through all the pain and, to my shame, I was starting to get into it too 
as I rubbed against him, the belt holding our tummies each to each quivering 
and shaking, taking him in on the upstroke and waiting for THWACK!  

YOW, I came up again, feeling that barge they call Jimmy's cock pull down 
through my slue, then came down again as I heard Jimmy get it 

TTHHWWAACKKK!!! and I was hot as a string of fucking firecrackers, and 
this time I looked and saw that we were getting it in turn by two kids with 
pingpong paddles slapping our ass cheeks in perfect timing for one of the 
GREATEST PAINFUCKS OF MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!  

They would take five turns each THWACK!  THWACK!!  THWACK!! 
THWACK!!  THWACK!!  then the next two, without missing a beat, would 
jump in, paddle already ready freddie and THWACK!  THWACK!!  THWACK!! 
THWACK!!  THWACK!! 

GODDAMN it was something, getting your ass tanned while getting heartily 
fucked by Jimmy's fatty cock going up and down and us squirming and 
thrashing and quivering in pain and our own juices just rolling out. 

I thought it would never stop, his BIG COCK in me THWACK!! pulling up and 
down THWACK! THWACK!!  THWACK!!  and fucking grabbing at him while 
THWACK!  THWACK!! getting spanked and having Jimmy try to sneak sweet 
sucks on my titties between THWACK! HIS HOG like farmer Brown's rooting 
in every corner of my pen, shoving.

I could feel my pussy cheeks puff out then THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!  
ol' apple-head down again, sobbing and shuddering and rubbing my thighs all 
over his and around TTHHWWACCK!  THWACK! THWACK!!  THWACK!  
THWACK!!  and kissing and gulping for air and breaking in half with the sweet 
pain, the thousand stinging sings on each cheek THWACK! THWACK!!  
THWACK!!  

He was mashing my cunt and pussy bone into his pelvis and twisting 
around, rubbing THWACK! THWACK!!  THWACK!! and trying to push my 
little tummy against his THWACK!  THWACK!!  THWACK!! and his cock 
seemed bigger and bigger like it was growing a couple arms and a leg 
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

He kept pushing into  me like a mountain into a mousehole THWACK!  
THWACK!! and our tummies, pussies, and cocks--like I couldn't even bother 
to remember whose was whose any more--rubbing and touching THWACK! 
THWACK!!  THWACK!! THWACK!  THWACK!! THWACK!! 

I could feel myself BLASTING OFF, splitting off into two then four then 
THWACK! THWACK!! eight, sixteen of me, countdown three, two, one and 
clouds rolling quick away THWACK!  THWACK! THWACK!!  crying and 
rubbing, choaked with cock greed THWACK!  THWACK!!  THWACK!! and 
the sea trembled then lurched, boiling on the surface.
THWACK! THWACK!! thirty-two, sixty-four, my juices spitting out and sizzling as they hit the air and the floor, the belt pulling, our tummies rubbing, the BIG COCK THWACK! THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!  THWACK!! and all the air shoved out of ground fucking zero so fast that buildings and trees blew away before they 
could vaporize THWACK!  THWACK!!  one-hundred-and- twenty-eight, 
jumping now.

UP AND FUCKIN' DOWN ON JIMMY'S SWEET HARD PRICK two-hundred-
and-fifty-six  GODDAMN! THWACK!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK! 

I remembered that everyone was watching and felt so ashamed because I 
knew they all saw me as a slut and a whore who was getting fucked and 
beaten and loving it.  What made me even more ashamed was that it was 
true, I was a slut.   So I let them watch me impale myself on that big cock and my thighs  squirming, up on tip toes then THWACK! and everything !!! 

My orgasm blasted me onto a fantasy collage and I saw strings of firecrackers 
going off while the plane pulls up and away, swerving hard, boards and cows 
exploding in the air, skin ripped from bodies five fuckin' miles away THWACK!  
THWACK!! THWACK!!  five-hundred- and-twelve THWACK!! the big cock 
breaking me in half goddamn and the fucking sands melting to a sudden 
mirror then vaporized into the screaming air darkness at the very center the 
fire ball rising over our heads THWACK! TTHHWACCK!!  and we were now really the fuck fucking had become death and life and pussy and sex, Jimmy blowing up way inside, me imploding on COCK  THWACK! THWACK!!  THWACK!! 

So deep I thought he'd found the fucking NILE  THWACK! and now it's a 
fuckin' fireworks factory workers and all half the town gone THWACK!  
THWACK!!  THWACK!!  and me choaking now one-thousand-and-twelve air 
rushing into the pocket of silence and no hope left for anything the earth 
blasted a city gone to shards and rubble THWACK! THWACK!! THWACK!! 
two-thousand-twenty-fuckin'-four our bodies slamming and squirming, 
tightening into each other THWACK!  THWACK!! the belt holding our 
sweating bellies together now squirming with each sweet spurt TTHHWWAK!! 
and turning into each others bodies five-thousand-fifty-eight THWACK! and it 
was too bright to even fuckin' look at, a day in infamy squeezed out the sides 
of night and hell THWACK! THWACK!!  fuckin' THWACK!! even the devil 
crying and us quivering in pain and fuck. 

I felt Jimmy's cock get bloated inside me and then explode, throbbing blasts of 
sperm, hot, sticky, slimy globs spurt after spurt in me like a fire hose I'm 
hugging and kissing Jimmy 

THWACK!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  and he's grabbing my tits, now at his deepest reach inside be damned the TTHWWACCK!!ing  THWACK!  THWACK!! THWACK!! the great high pain, me shuddering with the richest fucking multiple set of firecracker blasting orgasms in the history of warfare sign the fuckin' treaty and get outta here 
THWACK!  THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK! THWACK!  THWACK!!  and 
we're laughing and crying with the pain and shuddering at the same time we 
look down THWACK!  THWACK!!  holding each other tightly and fucking 
THWACK!  THWACK!! THWACK!! our mouths mashing pressed against 
each others, tongues in THWACK!  THWACK!!  

Then the slapping TTHWWACCK!! THWACK! THWACK!!s stop at the same 
time we both see it there in the fucking mirror.I watched as Jimmy's cock way 
up inside my belly exploded again, throbbing and shuddering and spitting and 
squirting another load, more hot blobs of sperm into me.  

I heard people saying things about the slimy ropes of sperm that were drooling out of me.  I remember thinking "That's nothing, they should see what's still up inside me, a river of sperm."

Then we're rubbing all around on each other, both happy and sad that there 
are no more THWACK!s and the silence rushing in, and I hear Jimmy giggling 
then we break out laughing and crying even harder 

I can feel Jimmy's tears on my back as we see it there in the floor it's so funny 
and we both the fuck realize how the club gets its name still squeezing my tits 
now rubbing my HOT BUNS 

We began laughing it's funny as we see we two see in  the floor in the mirror there jiggling before us our ass cheeks quivering and  shaking there but nothing else we're laughing at those four cheeks in the  goddamn convex mirror and they're like a trembling mass of flesh in four bright  red hot leaves like a fucking red clover or something and we're laughing and can hear the crowd break into bright applause and some cheering. 

Jimmy still draining in me, and I can hear Bert's voice as he saw we saw and 
he said loud so everyone could hear and join in the fun: 

"YEP.  You guys guessed it.  That's the four leaves. That's why we call 
ourselves the Four-Leaf Club.  

And," Bert laughed hardily, "that's why everyone else calls us the Lucky Fuckers!!" 


And we laughed and cried holding each other and grabbing at each others' 
leaves, rubbing and squirming softly against each other, the belt still keeping 
us dripping belly to belly, Jimmy's baby cock still in my juiced-out pussy, still fat 
and happy in me and me so happy with those last orgasms that must have 
singed everybody's hair and it's a wonder there's a damn world to go back to 
and anybody alive in it, hot damn, I could hardly stand up and I knew I couldn't 
sit down, hot fucking damn! 

And I can't exactly remember how I got down and out of there cause  I was in 
cotten and all with sweet dark at every edge of me.  But I do remember Julia--
sweet Julia, bright red hair so soft I wanted to kiss her--leading me out through 
the crowd and I was still crying with the pain and the fuck and still bloated with 
sperm.

I was really embarrassed again, being naked and fucked in front of everybody, 
especially when I stood up and felt a hot, slimy wave of sperm gush out of me 
and ooze down the inside of both thighs. 

Somehow I made it through the crowd holding onto Julia's sweet arm, and 
unsteady as hell up some stairs then in a locker room where I lay on a bench 

Julia undressed and I could see the sweet gauze of her flesh and then felt her 
next to me and lifting me again, helping me into the shower where she stroked 
me all over but didn't sex me up just cleaning me like you would a baby but her 
hands all over my flesh, so I leaned against the tile sides. 

Then Julia lead me into a steam room, hot with steam and the air burning my 
ass cheeks and caught in my lungs at first, and she sat down.

I lay down on my side with my head in her sweet lap with her long legs stretching down and away, and I could remember her soothing me through my soft tears, saying "Shush, little Sue, it'll be alright.  It'll be alright honey," the way you'd do it to a baby who just fell down, "Shush, little Sue, go to sleep now, baby." 

I was crying still but now also out of sheer gladness at the rim because Julia 
was hold me and stroking my face and hair and every now and then she'd 
stroke my shoulder then maybe my little soft titty then back to my hair, and I 
was smilling and drifting away in my soft tears no longer in spasms when I 
heard her say, "It's all over now, baby.  It's all over until tomorrow.  So hush, 
sweet Sue.  Go to sleep.  Go to sleep little baby," and I felt all safe and warm 
but I'd heard that word "tommorrow." 


I struggled to open my eyes and finally could see her face, still drifting away 
though, questioning her with my eyes, and she said, "Oh, Sue, don't worry.  Go 
to sleep.  Go to sleep, little baby," and I wanted to but that word "tommorrow" 
stayed in the air before me and finally she said,  "Oh, Sue, go to sllep.  Don't 
worry about it now.  All that happens tomorrow is you get initiated by all the 
girls in the morning and then by all the boys in the afternoon. 

AND I WAS WIDE THE FUCK AWAKE AND SAT UP THEN JUMPED WITH 
THE PAIN IN MY ASS ON THE HOT BOARDS 

HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE GOING TO FUCK ME TOMORROW??

But a deep blackness started at the edges of my sight curving and narrowed 
quickly down to the pinpoint centers and I must have passed out.


ABDUCTION OF FAITH
PART ONE

She was absolutely beautiful.  Not very old, however, maybe twelve, but 
beautiful nonetheless.  She was thin, but not skinny, flat chested, with slender 
hands and fingers and long, shapely legs.  Her neck was long; her nose 
slender, her eyes a warm brown, and her smile was white and straight. Her 
hair was a lustrous medium brown, spilling in waves nearly to her slim waist.

Every time he saw her, she was in her school uniform.  A white short sleeve 
blouse under a navy blue vest, with a navy blue skirt that swept to just above 
her knees.  She always wore high heel pumps, either blue suede or white, and 
juding by the sheen on her legs, pantyhose were the norm for her.
He waited until the bus was out of sight and she had begun her trek up the 
road to move in.  There was poignancy in this moment that he came to realize.  
It was the last time she would ever get off that bus, the last time she'd ever 
make that trek up this road.

His hands were shaking.  He kept patting the gun on the seat, glancing back at 
the ropes and gag for later, at the handcuffs for now.  In a few minutes she 
would be all his.

The weather had gotten warmer and she'd taken the sweater off, carrying it 
atop a pile of books in the crook of one arm.  Her purse dangled on the same 
shoulder.  She'd changed her hair, too, pushing it back behind her ears and 
holding it there with two white barettes, revealing the small diamond studs in 
her earlobes.
She glanced at him as he pulled past her swerved, cutting her off.  He saw her 
hands go to her mouth in shock.  Then he raised the gun and aimed it at her.  
"Get in!"

She hurried over and pulled the door open.  "Throw your stuff in the back 
seat", he demanded.  She threw the books, sweater and her purse into the 
back seat and shut the door, cowering in the seat next to him, pale but not 
crying.  Her crisply pressed, straight skirt rode up to reveal a gorgeous length 
of thigh, and he resisted the urge to grab it.

The power he felt at that moment was like nothing he'd ever felt before.  

Here he had this gorgeous, terrified young girl at his complete mercy, her eyes 
fixed on him, so innocent and pleading, and she was all his to do with as he 
pleased.

"Please don't hurt me", she begged, her voice breaking.

Jack shuddered with delight.  For now, he wanted to hear her plead, beg.  He 
picked up the cuffs and told her to put her hands out in front of her.  She stuck 
them out, shutting her eyes as tears began to spill down her cheeks.  He 
clamped the cuff down on one of her wrists and told her to cuff the other one 
behind her back.  It took her the better part of a minute, she was shaking so 
badly, but soon the cuff was in place.

Jack started backing out.  "Where are you taking me?", she whimpered.

"Someplace special.  Quiet.  Just me and you.  You're all mine now."  His 
heart was pounding with excitement now.  She was all his.  "What's your 
name?"

"Faith Myer", the girl sobbed.

"What's your middle name, Faith Myer?"

"Chastity."

Jack thought his balls would explode.  "Nice name.  You a virgin, Faith 
Chastity?"

"Yes.  I'm a good girl...please don't hurt me..."


Jack whipped out his cock.  He could have sworn it grew. Faith let out a little 
gasp and turned her head away.  "Look at it, Faith!  You ever seen one 
before?"

Faith nodded.  "Where?"

"In...a movie...in school", she hiccupped.

"Know what it's called?"
"A p-p-penis", Faith sobbed.

"It's called a cock, Faith!  A cock!  Know where I'm going to put it, Faith?  Tell 
me!"

"I-In m-my v-vagi--"

"In your cunt, slut!  I'm gonna stick it in your virgin cunt!  Say it!"

"Y-your g-going t-t-to stick it i-in my v-v-v-virgin c-c-cunt", she sobbed.

"Where else am I going to put it, Faith?", Jack demanded.

"I d-don't know", the girl whimpered.

"WHERE ELSE, FAITH?"

"I don't know!", the girl screamed.

"I'm gonna put it in your mouth, Faith!  I'm gonna make you suck it!  I'm gonna 
put in your ass and assfuck you until you bleed!"

The girl screamed and collapsed back against the seat, sobbing.  
"Please....no...", she begged.

Jack was loving every second of this.  Such power!

"You bet I'm gonna, Faith.  You're so fucking good-looking and sexy I'm gonna 
do it again and again!  I'm gonna touch you and kiss you and feel anything on 
you I want, and YOU CAN'T DO SHIT ABOUT IT!  What do you think about 
that, Faith?"

Faith didn't answer.  She was curled up against the door, sobbing her eyes 
out.  She shouldn't waste it, Jack thought. I'll give her LOTS to cry about later!
He grabbed her bare thigh, making her scream.  "You've got great legs, Faith.  
How old are you, SLUT?"

"E-Eleven", Faith sobbed.

Jack held the gun in front of her face.  "How scared are you?"
"Scared!", Faith screamed.  "Don't kill me!"

"You want to live?  Huh?"

"Yes!"

"Then stay scared!  If I even think you really like this, I'll blow your fucking 
head off!"  He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth against his, shoving the 
gun up under her skirt so it pressed against her cunt.  She shivered at its touch 
but didn't try to pull away.

Jack pushed her off.  "Now sit still!  You belong to me, Faith.  You got that?  
YOU BELONG TO ME!  Nobody can help you!  Nobody!"

Faith cowered down in the seat, sobbing hysterically.  Jack wanted to make 
her suck him off right then and there, maybe even pop her cherry.  But he'd 
been in one place too long. Somebody might see if he was having trouble.

He started to drive.  It was half an hour to his "hideout" where he planned to 
take her.  Faith continued to sob loudly, her head resting against the door, just 
under the window.

Her skirt was still halfway up her thigh, teasing him.  He put his hand on top of 
her thigh and ran it up to her panties.  The girl squealed and closed her legs.

"Open you fucking legs, CUNT!", he screamed at her.  Faith quickly opened 
her legs, squirming a lot and sobbing harder as he fondled her virgin middle.

Jack wanted to slap the girl.  He wanted to hurt her, but he didn't know why.  
At the same time, he didn't want to damage her.  He wanted her to be fresh 
and sexy for as long as he could keep her that way.

"P-please st-st-stop", Faith begged.  "I have to pee!"

Jack drew his hand away.  He didn't want her to pee her panties.  He wasn't 
into golden showers.  "You hold it!  You piss and I'll kill you right here!"

He left her be the rest of the way.  He didn't want to scare her and make her 
piss all over.  That would ruin things.

He soon reached the secluded cabin that was to be his home for as long as he 
wanted to keep Faith.  He got out and hurried around to the other side, pulling 
the girl out. Clamping a hand tightly over her mouth, he forced her inside and 
locked the door behind him.

"You still have to pee?", he snarled.

Faith nodded emphatically.  Jack pulled out the key to the cuffs and took them 
off.  "Take off your skirt and pantyhose and I'll take you to the bathroom.

Whether out of fear or need, Faith quickly did what he told her.  When she 
stood only in her blouse and panties, he told her to put her shoes back on, 
picked up the skirt and led her by the arm to the bathroom.

"You pee.  Don't wipe it off with toilet paper.  Use the washcloth on the sink.  
Clean yourself up good.  Then put your skirt back on and get your ass out 
here!", he snapped.

Taking her skirt, Faith ran inside.  He wanted to watch, but not this time.  He 
wanted her pussy to be a pleasant surprise.  As it was, her white cotton 
panties showed him it was flat and probably VERY tight.

A few minutes later Faith returned, smoothing her skirt. Her sobs had quieted 
a little, but she was still crying. Jack grabbed her by the throat and slammed 
her against the wall.

"Go back in there and blow your nose and wash your face!", he demanded.  
"Now!"

Jack let go of her and she scrambled back into the bathroom. When he 
returned she was crying harder, but looked a little better.  Grabbing her by the 
arm, he dragged her toward the bedroom, where he planned to keep her.

Faith's eyes widened when she saw the bed--it was obvious she knew what he 
was going to do.  Just for fun, he pushed her backwars onto the bed.  "Lie 
still!", he snapped.  "You fucking move and I'll choke you to death!"

Faith lay very still, her arms out at her sides and legs spread slightly.  She had 
her eyes shut tightly and looked about ready to scream.

"Say, please don't fuck me", he told her.

"P-Please d-don't...d-don't...f-fuck me", she sobbed.

"I won't."

Her eyes opened.  He grinned.  "I'll just rape the shit out of you!"  He threw 
himself on her, pinning her wrists and sealing his mouth over hers.  She had 
soft, firm lips and her mouth tasted sweet.  He thrust his tongue in as far as he 
could, grinding his crotch against hers.  He could feel her little heart pounding 
against his chest and loved every second of it.

Climbing off the girl, he hauled her up by one arm and propelled her over to a 
nearby chair.  He spun her around, pinned her arms, and smacked her on the 
ass.  Faith let out a cry and shivered against him.

"That's just a warning", he told her.  "I want you to sit in this chair and don't 
even think about moving until I come back.  You move and I'll hurt you a lot 
worse!"  He shoved her into the chair and stepped out without looking back, 
secure in the knowledge she was too scared to try anything.

But just in case, he'd deliberately left a phone nearby--one that wasn't 
connected.  If he caught her trying to use it, he'd use that as an excuse to hurt 
her more.

Out in the car, he got the ropes and gag and all of her stuff.  He carried it back 
inside, only to find her still sitting in the chair, showing no sign of having 
moved.

She was sobbing quietly, her head hanging, hair over her face.  "Please let me 
go, I won't tell", she begged.

"Shut up, cunt!", Jack snapped.  "That's your name from now on.  Cunt!  I want 
you to say it!"

Faith didn't raise her head.  "Cunt."

Jack slapped her on the side of the head.  "Look at me, Cunt.  Tell me how 
much you like this.  Tell me you deserve this."

Faith shook her head.  "No..."
Jack slapped her again, harder.  "Tell me!"

"I like this. I deserve this", Faith sobbed.

He stepped behind the girl and pulled her wrists together behind the chair.  
"Please don't tie me up.  I won't try to get away!", she pleaded.

Jack ignored her and tied her wrists.  He made sure the ropes weren't too 
tight, then bound her ankles.  "You have great legs, Cunt.  I'm going to have a 
lot of fun with them."  He moved around behind her again and yankd a kerchief 
between her jaws, knotting it behind her head. 

Pulling the girl out of the chair once more, he gave her ten hard slaps on the 
ass, making her scream each time, then shoved her back.  Her pretty face was 
red an she was panting hard through the gag.  Reaching dow the front of her 
blouse, he slipped his hand inside her training bra and pinched one of her 
nipples.

She screamed in agony, her whole body going stiff.  He guessed they must be 
developing and therefore quite sore and sensitive.  Good.  He would make her 
pain something to remember.

He removed his hand and went over to the bed.  It didn't take long to rilfe her 
purse--she didn't have much.  Five dollars and a picture of her family, along 
with a library card.  No makeup or anything else.

He looked at the picture.  It appeared Faith had a younger sister, just as pretty, 
but much youger.  He held it up to her face.  "This your sister?", he asked.  
Faith nodded.

"How old is she?"
"Fihhfe", Faith sobbed, muffled by the gag.

"What's her name?"

"Behfcky."

"Becky?  That's a pretty name.  I'm going to get her too, Faith, and bring her 
here.  Unless you do everything I want, you got that?"

Faith nodded emphatically.  "Good.  Now be scared.  Real fucking scared!"

He jammed his hand into her blouse and pinched her again, making her 
scream.  Withdrawing his hand again, he headed into the kitchen.  He needed 
a beer.
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For the next hour he let the girl simmer.  His cock got hard just thinking about 
what he wanted to do to her.  After a while her loud sobs quieted down and he 
decided to move onto the next part of his plan.

Jack had planned well, of course.  This was his first kidnapping--but not his 
first rape.  Working as an orderly at a mental hospital gave him access to lots 
of potential victims.  His favorite was a catatonic ten year old named Kara.  
Kara had been at the hospital two years, ever since seeing her entire family 
die in front of her.

Jack liked her because she wasn't able to tell anyone what he did to her.  She 
didn't react to much of anything--nor could she do anything for herself.  She 
ate if fed, went to the bathroom but somebody had to wipe her.  Otherwise 
she'd just lay around and do nothing.

Kara looked a lot like Faith--long light brown hair and brown eyes, small and 
thin, but not skinny.  It was because of that that Jack had been so attracted to 
Faith.  Unlike Kara, Faith would be quite responsive.

Not that Kara was totally unresponsive.  The first night Jack raped her and 
stole her virginity, she cried.  Not loud weeping, just tears rolling down her 
cheeks, like she felt it.  And when he put his cock in her mouth she would 
automatically suck and swallow, though Jack could never figure out just why.

Either way, working there and having Kara to play with hadn't been enough, 
but it had given him the means to plan this out carefully.

He wanted to give Faith maximum pain and terror with minimal damage.  He 
also didn't want a mess.  He'd read a lot of stories on raping little girls and 
stuff, but most of them missed some crucial points.  Little girls were prone to 
throw up, piss or shit their pants when they got scared. Jack was used to all 
three--you got it alot, working with mental patients--but he didn't want that with 
Faith.

It was easily remedied, of course.  He'd clean Faith out beforehand.  He had 
what he needed to do it.  He even planned to break the girl's hymen before he 
raped her to keep the blood away.

Stepping back into the bedroom, he lifted the shaking girl from the chair and 
cradled her in his lap.  Gently he pressed her head to his shoulder and stroked 
her hair.  It was all part of the mind games he intended to play with her.
"I'm going to untie you, Faith", he said gently.  "Then you're going to take all 
your clothes off."  He felt her start to shake even harder. He gave her a gentle 
squeeze. "Shh, now, I won't hurt you.  I won't even look.  I'm going to give you 
some special panties to wear, and a shirt.  If you're a good girl, when I'm done 
you'll take a bath and then you can go to sleep.  Okay?"

His gentle tone calmed her a little.  He slid her onto the bed and went over to 
the closet, where he'd stored a t-shirt he thought might fit her.  The final item 
was a pair of rubber pants with a whole in the back; they were designed to fit 
girls about her size.  The hole was for enemas.

He untied Faith and turned his back while she undressed. He didn't want to 
see her nude until he raped her.  "Have you had a period yet?", he asked.

"No", she answered softly.

"Hurry up and get that stuff on.  That hole in the panties goes in back."  A few 
minutes later she announced she was dressed.  He looked her over, admiring 
the way the rubber pants hugged her tiny middle and slender hips.  Grabbing 
her arm, he took her into the bathroom.

The first thing he did was pull a tampon out of the medicine cabinet.  "Stick 
this in your pussy.  It'll hurt the first time but get used to it because all girls 
gotta do it sooner or later."

Faith took the tampon questioningly, then turned around and pulled the front of 
the rubber pants down.  He watched her hands move, inserting it, gasping a 
little.
"It hurts", she told him.  "I can't go any further."

"Push it.  I want you to tear your hymen."

"Do it or I'll get a knife and do it!", he snapped.

Shaking, Faith pushed harder.  Not satisified with her progress, Jack reached 
around and gave her hand a shove. She screamed and nearly fell as the 
tampon's plastic applicator tore her tender hymen in half.

Holding her around the waist, Jack told her to pull out the applicator and throw 
it on the floor.  She did as she was told, leaving the tampon itself in place.  
Jack snapped the rubber panties back into place and turned her to face him.


Kneeling down, he ran his hands up and down her legs.  They were baby 
smooth--not even the lightest of hairs, like most little girls had.  "You shave 
your legs, Faith?"

"N-No.  My mommy lets me wax them."

"She's a smart mommy. She must have wanted me to do this. When did you 
wax them last?"

"Last night", Faith admitted.

"Good girl.  Now get down on your knees and face the toilet."

Shaking, the girl got down.  Jack took a bottle of syrup of ipecac from the 
medicine cabinet and measured a small amount on a spoon.  He made Faith 
drink it down, then held her head when a moment later her stomach lurched 
and she started vomiting.

She vomited twice and dry heaved for a few minutes, then sagged weakly 
against the toilet.  Jack pulled her to her feet and made her wash her mouth 
out, then gave her some mouthwash and a tootbrush and toothpaste to finish 
up. While she did that, he prepared a warm, soap and water enema.

Taking her back into the bedroom, he made her lie face down. The hole in the 
panties was wide--he could see pink asscheek peeking through.  Greasing up 
the tube, he fingered her a bit until he found her tiny asshole, then slid the tube 
in. Faith gasped a little at the discomfort as the tube slid up into her bowels 
and the warm, soapy water filled her.

It didn't take long before her abdomen bulged and she was moaning in pain.  
"It hurts!", she wailed after a bit. "Stop!"
Jack slapped her head.  "Shut up, Cunt!  It's you or your sister, got that?"

Faith immediately quieted down.


ABDUCTION OF FAITH
PART TWO

He left the enema in for the better part of half an hour, then took her into the 
bathroom and let her go.  She sobbed with relief as her bowels emptied, only 
to cry harder when he dragged her back to the bedroom and applied an ice 
cold water enema to finish cleaning her out. 
While she lay moaning, he drew a warm bath for her and piled her clothes up.  
It was getting late now; just after six. He didn't think she'd be on the news yet, 
but he wanted to see later.  Just in case. 

After her second cleansing, he had her remove the tampon and take a bath.  
He was pleased to see she hadn't bled much. 

He left a blowdryer for her to use on her hair, then went out to watch the news.  
As he'd thought, nothing, unless he'd missed it. 

He watched the world news and then a stupid comedy after that, and Faith still 
wasn't out of the bathroom.  He heard the hairdryer going so he decided she 
must be drying he hair.  Maybe he'd pay her a little visit. 

He didn't bother to knock on the bathroom door.  Faith wasn't there. 

He felt a momentary thrill of panic, then realized she couldn't have gotten out; 
the back door was deadbolted, and she'd have to get past him to get to the 
front.  Which meant... 

Dashing into the bedroom, he found her frantically trying to dial the phone.  
The minute she saw him she screamed and dropped the phone, backing into a 
corner.  He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her hard against the wall, 
then flung her onto the bed. 

"Fucking cunt!  I told you to cooperate!"  Grabbing her by the shoulders, he 
shook her hard.  "I should fucking kill you!" 

Faith screamed hysterically.  She didn't try to fight him, he noticed, a sure sign 
she was terrified.  Pulling her to her feet, he yanked her hands behind her 
back and tied them again.  "Please don't kill me!", she wailed. 

"Shut up!  SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he screamed at her, grabbing her around 
the waist and slapping her ass again, three quick slaps.  Shoving her back into 
the chair, he tied her ankles next.  It was time to teach her a lesson. 

Stepping back, he unzipped his pants.  Whipping out this thick, 10" cock, he 
showed it to the terrified little girl. "Open wide, Faith!  And you even think 
about biting this, you're dead and so is your sister!" 

Lower lip trembling, Faith opened her mouth as wide as it could go.  Grabbing 
the sides of her face, Jack slammed his cock into her mouth, shoving it so far 
it went into her throat.  
Faith gagged fiercely and struggled so hard she nearly tipped the chair over. 

Jack held her head until she managed to keep his cock without choking.  He 
pulled back and plunged in again and again, the girl's hot, wet mouth and 
whimpers driving him toward a fast, massive orgasm. 

His head was spinning by the time he came, the ecstasy was so great.  He 
rammed his cock back into Faith's throat and held her head pressed into his 
abdomen, making the little girl take his whole load down her throat, then suck 
him clean before he withdrew. 

Faith began choking and sobbing as soon as he pulled out. "I hate you!", she 
screamed at him.  "I hate you, I hate you!" 

Jack slapped her lightly across the face.  Just hard enough to sting.  "Watch 
your mouth, Faith!  You love what I just did!  You want more!" 

"NO!", Faith screamed.  "Leave me alone!" 

Her terror was too much for Jack.  He felt positively giddy with what he'd done 
to her and with what he yet planned to do.  Grabbing a thick handful of her 
hair, he jerked the little girl's head back so she had to look up at him. 

He sealed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue in. Faith gagged and 
made no effort to kiss him back.  In time, she would.  

The worst of her humiliation wasn't over.  After he'd raped her to his satisfaction, he'd make her give herself to him.  He doubted she would enjoy it, and if he even thought she did, he had ways of punishing her. 

Reaching down inside of her blouse, he tweaked her nipples. Her little body 
jerked each time in response.  Drawing his hand back out, he began to stroke 
his thick cock.  He was ready to come again. 

He pulled away from the girl's mouth and held her head still while he jerked off 
in front of her.  Faith tried to squirm away, and he gave her hair a jerk, making 
her sit still. 

"Here it comes, cunt!", he screamed, spewing his thick load all over her pretty 
face.  He wiped it off and made her lick it off of his fingers, enjoying every 
second of watching her do it.  Never did he think it could be this great! 

"Tastes good, huh?", he laughed.  "Want more?" 
"NO!  Leave me alone, please!", Faith begged. 

"No way, cunt.  You're all mine." 

"I want to go home", Faith pleaded.  "I WANT MY MOMMY!" 

"Tough shit, cunt."  Jack yanked the gag between her teeth again and tied it.  
He wasn't done yet.  He went into the kitchen and searched the drawers until 
he came up with two snap-on clothespins.  Returning to Faith, he opened the 
little girl's blouse and pushed up her training bra.  Her little boobs barely stood 
out.  Her nipples were tiny and pink, not even erect. 

Jack lowered his head and sucked on one, then the other. They were 
obviously very sensitive; a flick of his tongue brougth them erect.  Just for 
some more fun, he pinched them, making Faith squirm and whimper with pain. 

"See these?", he asked, holding up the clothespins.  "All for you, Faith.  
Watch." 

He spread the clothespins and pushed them against each nipple.  

The girl's eyes grew wide and she shook her head violently.  She definitely 
didn't want that! 

Laughing, Jack let the clothespins snap shut.  Faith screamed so loudly, the 
gag was barely enough to muffle it. The little girl began to squirm violently, 
trying to shake them free, which she couldn't, of course. 

Jack found himself getting hard all over again.  He briefly considered taking 
out her gag and face fucking her once more, then discarded it.  Nor would he 
touch her pussy--yet.  He'd save that for later. 

He lifted the girl out of the chair and threw her on the bed face up.  Vicioulsy, 
he pulled the clothespins off of her swollen nipples and started to jerk off.  
Faith shut her eyes tight. 

This time he came on her tits, gobs and gobs of cum he'd never thought 
possible.  Laughing, he rubbed it into her skin, ignoring her moans of agony as 
he rubbed her extremely sore nipples. 

"Yeah, that's terrific", he chuckled.  "Real good." 


When the last of his sticky cum had been rubbed it, he pulled her bra down 
and buttoned her blouse, then flipped her over, with her legs hanging off the 
bed.  He pulled off his belt and smacked the girl's ass with it, the loud CRACK 
of the leather against her tender behind, protected only by her panties and 
skirt, had him hard again in no time. 

One more thing to do, he decided, before he got some rest. Giving the girl's 
ass one more hard swat, her pushed her skirt up and drew her panties down, 
revealing the tighest, cutest little rosebud asshole he'd ever seen. 

"Just wait here", he teased.  "I'll be right back."

                               xxx 

Jack deliberately took a long time in the bathroom, getting the KY jelly.  While 
he was there, he filled a syringe with a small amount of sedative.  For later. 

Back in the bedroom, he surveyed his young victim.  She looked so tender and 
helpless, hands bound behind her, skirt pushed up and panties down, ankles 
tied.  Her little body was wracked with sobs. 

He knelt down, running his hands over her bare thighs as he tongued her 
tender ass.  She shivered, whether from pleasure or disgust he didn't know.  
He was enjoying himself too much. 

He slipped the neck of the jelly tube into her tiny sphincter and squeezed, 
filling her insides with the gooey stuff.  Faith squirmed as it entered her, her 
sobs softening but sounding no less frightened.  When the tube was empty, 
Jack stood up, spread her tiny asscheeks, and put the head of his cock at her 
opening. 

Faith tensed.  "Yeah, do that.  I want it to hurt a lot!", he laughed, pushing his 
cock in.  Despite her tightness, the jelly eased the way.  As his cock entered 
the little girl's hot inner rectum, Faith gasped. 

He pushed himself all the way in, then pulled out and shoved back in again, as 
hard as he could.  Faith screamed and buried her face in the bed covers as 
Jack pounded her tight, once virgin ass fiercely.  Jack knew she secretly loved 
every minute of this and pounded her harder, never quite letting his dick slip 
out of her super-tight, lubed asshole. 

When he finally came, he did so way up inside of her, dumping thick, hot load 
after load deep inside of her bowels.  
Slipping his hand around her slim hip, he lightly fingered her flat, as yet unseen, virgin pussy.  When the little girl responded by collapsing in a limp heap, sobbing, Jack knew she was spent for the night.  Jack pulled out and smiled admiringly at his softening, yet clean, cock. 

Much as he hated to admit it, he was bushed.  It had been a long day and 
tomorrow would be even longer.  Not only him, but for Faith as well. 

He rolled the little girl over onto her back and gently inserted the needle into 
her arm.  Faith's eyes slid closed quickly, the sedative and exhaustion taking 
over.  Jack untied her and removed the gag, then her shoes and skirt. He left 
her nothing but her panties.  Tomorrow night, not even that. 

Slipping the girl under the blankets, Jack laid down next to her.  Let her sleep 
now.  She'd need it for tomorrow night.


                              DAY 2

Early the next morning Jack awakened Faith and made her dress.  She was 
considerably more submissive than she had been yesterday, but no less 
frightened. 

After she dressed, Jack tied her hands again.  "You hungry, Faith?  You want 
some fucking breakfast?" 
Faith nodded.  Tears crept down her face. 

"Here, have some!", he shouted, ramming his cock into her mouth.  He 
facefucked the girl for a good ten minutes, making her swallow his load--her 
"breakfast".  The girl choked and gagged the whole time and afterward, knelt 
sobbing in front of him while he gagged her. 

Unfortunately, Jack had to work today.  But he'd planned for that, too.  Pulling 
the girl to her feet, he led her over to the closet, which was empty.  Inside he'd 
built a low wooden bench which he sat her on.  He tied her ankles together 
and grinned at her. 

"This'll keep you", he told her.  "Now, you gotta go to the bathroom or 
anything?" 

Faith shook her head.  "Good.  'Cause you'll be in here all day, got that?  This'll 
keep you."  He went into the kitchen and returned with a sports bottle filled with 
cold water, which he sat next to her.  
There was enough room for her to bed down and sip from it, despite her gag.  "You get thirsty, there's water for you.  I'll see you in, oh, eight or ten hours."  Laughing, he shut the door on her and headed to the bathroom to get ready for work. 

He stopped once more before he left to make sure she didn't need the 
bathroom, then headed off to work.  Time seemed to crawl by.  Once or twice 
he was gripped by the paranoid feeling that she might have gotten away, or 
worse, that someone had seen him take her. 

The noon news had a story on her disappearance, tucked neatly at the end 
right after the sports--typical, Jack noted.  Missing kids rarely ever attracted 
much attention. 

Jack practically ran to his car when his shift was over. His balls ached and his 
cock was throbbing for Faith's tight snatch.  No more waiting.  He was going to 
rape the little girl for everything he was worth, all night long...

                               xxx


Faith cowered when he opened the closet door.  Jack had dropped his pants, 
his rock hard meat sticking out, pointing at her like an accusing finger.  "Suck 
me, whore!", he demaned, removing her gag.  "Suck me and I'll let you go 
now!" 

Faith leaned hesistantly forward, her eyes on him as she took his cock in her 
mouth.  Tears streamed down her face, tears of humiliation.  She slid a little in 
and started to suck, but it wasn't enough to please Jack. 

Grabbing her head in both hands, he raped her mouth, jamming all 10" of his 
thick cock down her throat and forcing her to suck him that way.  Faith choked 
and gagged, her small body heaving as she fought to control herself, and 
finally, suck him off. 

When she had finished and the last of his cum was safely down her throat, 
Jack gagged her once more and removed his pants.  "Party time, babe", he 
chuckled. 

He flung the sobbing child onto the bed and reached under her, unzipping her 
skirt.  He drew it off slowly, watching her white panties as they peeked out at 
him, then were wholly exposed, the only thing left covering her tender virgin 
mound. 

"This won't hurt at all, Faith", he told her, his voice seductively cruel and kind 
at the same time.  He rubbed his hand over her tender mound, feeling it 
through the fabric of the panties, as Faith squirmed and squeaked and 
whimpered.  Then, ever so slowly, he pulled them off. 

Her pussy was perfect--flat and hairless, with just the slightest trace of pink on 
the outer lips.  Hungrily Jack lowered his mouth and began to lick her there, 
her squeaks and whimpering turning to soft moans of unexpected pleasure as 
he tenderly probed her delicate mound. 

He only suckled her for a few minutes, long enough to make her wet.  
He didn't want to her to have an orgasm.  He didn't even want her to KNOW 
what an orgasm was.  He just wanted to make the going easier--for him. 

He slid up over her, guiding his cock with one hand to the opening of her tiny 
hole.  Faith stopped moaning and looked at him, as if for the first time realizing 
that the terror was far from over. 

Faith's eyes widened as he pushed in, just a moments hesitation before she 
screamed agonizingly through her gag. Jack pushed with all he had until he 
was buried to the hilt inside of her tight virgin cunt.  Her screams were too 
much for him to bear; they excited him to no end.  Grinning like a madman, he 
pulled out and slammed back in, enjoying her pain. 

He'd never imagined it could be so good--it was one thing to fuck a catatonic 
girl, quite another to fuck one who could feel it and react.  Faith's cunt clamped 
around his cock like a vaccuum, urging him to come in her. 

He stared at her eyes as he pushed himself back into her. They were huge 
now, full of pain and terror, not a trace of any other emotion in them.  Every 
inch of her body was tense, her legs stuck straight out and rigid.  He felt his 
cock slide up inside of her and withdraw again, maintaining a rhythm that 
brought pleasure to him and pain to her. 

"I like hurting you Faith!", he howled, "your pussy is sooooo tight!  I bet Becky's 
is real tight, huh?" 

Faith squeezed her eyes closed and screamed louder than ever.  It might have 
been NO, it might have been a cry of agony.  Jack didn't know, nor did he have 
any reason to care.  Ass quivering with the sudden force of his orgasmic 
pleasure, he shot his hot load deep into her. 


Jack collapsed on top of the little girl, panting and grinning and feeling almost 
totally satiated.  He'd raped her, fucked her hot, tight cunt for what it was 
worth, but it wasn't over just yet.  No, he had more humiliation in store yet. 

He pulled out of the little girl, slowly, feeling the way her tensed fuck muscles 
squeezed the last hot jism from his cock.  Faith immediately rolled onto her 
side and drew her legs up in a fetal position, a feeble attempt to protect or 
even comfort herself, in Jack's eyes. 

"I'M NOT DONE YET, FAITH!", he screamed, forced her face down and 
working her ass up in the air, spreading her legs. Grabbing her slender, 
shaking hips, he slid into her from behind. 

Faith emitted a surprised gasp, then resumed sobbing as he slid into her 
violated cunt again.  Jack pounded her a few times, then got another idea.  
Picking up the rope he'd used on her ankles, he pulled it around her neck and 
held it in one hand like a rein.  Faith started choking as he pulled it tight while 
sliding in, holding it there until the girl sounded almost ready to pass out, then 
releasing it when he pulled out of her.  He did this again and again, bringing 
her to the brink of unconsciousness, then releasing her when he pulled out. 

"YEEHA!  RIDE'M COWBOY!", he bellowed as he came again, pulling the 
rope as tight as he dared.  Once more he brought her into the breach, then let 
go.  The last time she collapsed onto the bed, gasping and sobbing and 
trembling uncontrollably. 
"Yeah, baby, that was great", Jack breathed.  He left the girl lay there while he 
went to shower.  "I'll be back, cunt!", he swore. 

                               xxx

When he returned half an hour later, Faith still lay face down on the bed, quiet, 
but her body quivering almost uncontrollably.  Jack rolled her over, grinning 
maniacally. 

The girl stared back at him with a look of absolute terror. She'd bitten down so 
hard on the gag, it was almost severed in two.  Still grinning, Jack raped her 
again.  This time, she didn't last.  She just passed out. 

Ten minutes after he finished, Jack lay next to the girl. Much as he wanted to, 
he could take this no further.  She'd hit the brink; next thing, she'd start 
accepting it.  Maybe even like it.  And he didn't want that. 


Pausing only to dress, he lifted the girl's limp form in his arms and carried her 
out to the car.  Faith's little ordeal had come to an end, but his fun had just 
begun...


                              EPILOGUE

Jack came to work a week later feeling exuberant, full of life.  He wasn't the 
least concerned that anyone would find out what he'd done.  Nor that they 
would catch him if he chose to do it again.  Nothing had happened during the 
time he'd taken to rest up, and he didn't think anything would happen now. 

He waved good morning to the a couple of nurses and a fellow orderly 
standing at the coffee machine as he passed by, stopping long enough to pick 
up his room keys at the nurses station. 

While he was there, Dr. Humboldt, the chief psychiatrist, walked up to him.  
"Good to see you back, Jack."  He grinned.  "I made a rhyme." 

Jack nodded, silently wondering if Dr. Humboldt wasn't really a patient who'd 
escaped at some point and nobody noticed. 

"We have a new patient in your wing.  Brought in two days ago.Total catatonic." 

Dr. Humbolt put a hand on Jack's shoulder and led him down the hall to a 
room that, last week, had been unoccupied. Through the little glass window, 
Jack could see a young girl with long, brown hair sitting with her back to the 
door, staring out the mesh-and-glass window. 

"She's a rape victim, that much we know.  She wasn't badly marked up but she 
must have gone through hell.  She won't talk, she hardly eats.  She doesn't 
even seem to recognize her own family.  She's like little Kara Michaels." 

Jack nodded.  Another catatonic to play with!  How much better could this get? 

"Well, I'll leave you to, um, get acquainted", Dr. Humboldt said with a smile. 

Jack unlocked the door and stepped inside.  The girl didn't react at all to the 
squeak of his shoes on the floor, or the sound of the door shutting behind him.  
He walked around to the other side of the bed and looked at her face.  A sick 
smile crept across his lips as a hint of recognition filled the girl's brown eyes. 

"Hello, Faith."