Adultery Wonderfull Stories - All Types by V2356pogo (90 Stories)

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89. Care - Nice Story

I reached London at around 10.00 p.m. bhaiya & bhabhi were both there to receive me at the airport. Both of them were very happy to meet me after a gap of four yrs. And they hugged me. Especially bhabhi hugged me for two three minutes continuously during which she became a bit sentimental also. Something new happened to me for the first time for my bhabhi, which was, I thought a sin even to have feelings of this kind for her. But I actually had a hard on. Somehow, I brushed it off my mind and we came back to their house. On the way we exchanged the well being of all the members there in India. Theirs was a two room flat and well furnished up to their level as they both were working with the private companies. After chatting and having light dinner all of us went to sleep. I was sleeping in the other room they were sleeping in. In the discussions I came to know that bhaiya had to leave UK for two-three weeks after two days. He had to go for business tour, which was his routine. As bhabhi would be on her job so most of the time I had to pass the daytime myself. But it was quite ok with me as I was a bit used to be with myself also. I kept thinking of both of them and the hug I had from bhabhi, I again had a hard on, after which I put my hand in my short to feel my cock. It was wet with the pre cum. In between these whole thoughts I got asleep, as I was tired.

The next morning I woke up late and found that both of them had gone to work. I spent the day eating my meals those were available in kitchen as told by them and sleeping. Evening was again nice as we all were together. Next morning, bhaiya had to leave for his tour so slept early and in the morning I and bhabhi went to see him off as it was a Sunday. That day too passed very well in the company of bhabhi. She often scolded me for not eating properly and not taking good care of my health. But I was feeling that on my part only, talking to, sitting alone or doing anything in her presence was not that casual as it used to be. Anyhow this was my feeling only.

Next morning bhabhi had left for her work when I woke up. And the day was as usual. The same day, in the afternoon I went to take bath and I slipped & fell with a bang in the bathroom and got hurt on my left hipbone. It was painful but bearably. As the minutes and hours passed the pain started increasing and my leg started swelling. I tried to cure it by taking rest, the rest of the day but it did not work. By the time bhabhi came back from work it was paining like hell. She entered in the room and asked what happened. I told her the full story. She saw my leg and got tensed. I was literally crying out of pain on which she hugged me and also started crying out of love for me. She kissed my forehead, my face in order to soothe my pain. And then acting very fast she called a cab and we rushed for the hospital. There the doctors told that it was a fracture and plastered my full leg to stabilize the bone and told me to take bed rest for full month on which bhabhi got shocked as while taking bed rest I need to be taken proper care of and no one except her was here and she also worked. After two three hours of pain I got a bit relief and came to know about the bed rest and whole thing. I also got tense as I will have to do all my daily routines on the bed and I would be a burden on her financially also as some nurse has to be engaged for that. I told her my concern after reaching home on which she started crying and asked me if I didn't look at her like my mother. I said I do but even then.... She lovingly patted on my cheeks and told "no ifs and buts, I will take leave and look after you, baby".

Here all this started taking turns and the day first started. In the morning bhabhi came in. She was in shorts and white cotton t-shirt. She said "chalo tumhe sponge kar du." I was shocked due to the feeling of shyness so told her that I will do it myself. She said "pata nahi doctor ne kya kaha tha ki hilna nahi. Chupchap baithe raho aur mujhe karne do." and she opened the buttons and removed my shirt. She started sponging my upper body with wet towel very gently taking her own time. As bhabhi was bending upon me every now and then, I was able to have a look of her cleavage by chance. A feeling of horniness along with guilt started to build in me as this was first time that I was feeling the touch of bhabhi quite arousing. When she finished sponging there, she asked me to remove the sheet from my legs to get sponged but I immediately refused, as I was wearing nothing beneath because after the plaster it was impossible to remove my clothes for my daily routines without moving which were not allowed.

Bhabhi said "bache apni bhabhi se sharma raha hai? Mai khud tere ko nahlati rahi hu. Tu ab bhi mera wohi bacha hai aur beta vaise bhi majburi ko kisi tarah nikalna to padega hi na." but I said "bhabhi ab mai bhacha thode hi na hu. Mai nahi karvaunga, apne aap kar luga. Please I request you." I would have somehow agreed after very long time she took, but I was in semi hard state so there was no question to agree to her pleadings. Then bhabhi agreed on the condition that if I had any problem in doing so then I would have to agree upon as she says. She went out telling me to get free from rest of the sponging meanwhile she will be taking her bath. She went away closing the door behind her and I after being assured that she was not there removed the sheet and stated cleaning my lower body. When I held my cock for cleaning I saw it was fully wet due to the glances I had made in bhabhi's cleavage. I started blowing it as by this time this had become impossible to control myself. I was about to come when by chance due to excitement I hit the water pot that was on the bed and it fell on the ground with a big bang.

I heard bhabhi immediately after this "kya hua?" I hurriedly put the sheet back covering my dick completely as she might be coming in the room and yes there she came opening the door. She said looking at the water pot on the floor "maine kaha tha na mai kar deti hu, kahi leg pe lagi to nahi?" I said "nahi mai theek hu." she came near and asked "lao mujhe towel do mai karti hu" I said “nahi bhabhi mai kar lunga" but she didn't agree and taking towel from my hand she moved to remove the sheet from my legs. But I held so tightly that she was unable to remove it. She said “ab kuchh nahi sunugi, chal sheet chhor. Agar bahut sharm aa rahi ho bhabhi se to apni ankhen band kar le." in this process she was so close to me that I could tell by the smell of her body that she was sweating. And her smell brought my dick more close to bursting.

And I began to loosen my grip on the sheet. She caught it and pulled slowly and there I was naked in front of my bhabhi with my dick pointing towards the roof, fully wet and erect with my bushes around it. I saw my bhabhi's eyes bulging out with surprise and a smile on her face. She said "ohhh, to mera chhota sa baby ab jawan ho gaya hai. Tabhi mai kahu ki kyu bhabhi se sharam aa rahi thi." my face must have gone flushed with guilt. But she took it lightly after that and started cleaning my leg. Then she slowly held my cock. Oh my god, that was the moment! She gently pulled its upper skin down and paused for a couple of seconds. My cock was throbbing and I could feel her hands shaking too. She looked towards me smilingly once, then quickly cleaned the white slime from its rim and said "chalo ho gaya." her voice seemed coming from very far. I immediately put the sheet back and she went away taking the water pot and the towel. I could see some expressions on her face that I had not seen before. Soon after that I relieved myself by pumping my cock and cleaned the long globes of my cum with another towel.

After this an urge to make love to my bhabhi started to build up in me. She also seemed to change a bit and started to talk to me always with a smile. I was continuously thinking of a plan to have her tight and slim body in my arms. So finally I planned to play innocent as she thought me still to be. In the afternoon she came to have a nap in my room and lay beside me on the double bed. She had changed into another loose shorts and t-shirt. She was looking very sexy with her hair open. Then she asked me “do you have a girl friend?" I said "no bhabhi" she said "ab to tu bara ho gaya hai zaroor koi to hogi." I said "oh come on bhabhi, bola na nahi hai." she said, "ok let us sleep now." I told her that I was not feeling like sleeping. She asked me "I can put some cd in cd player if you want to watch some movie." I said "that will be fine. Then she set up the movie and started it. She came on the bed and said "ok I am sleeping now." after a few minutes I felt an urge to touch the breasts of my bhabhi those were poking out from her t-shirt but I had to control, as she was not sleeping yet.

But it was not possible with bhabhi sleeping on the next bed to concentrate upon the movie. Again after some more time, unable to take on the heat building in me and as per my plan I called her with a sheepish look on my face, bhabhi. She said yes I said, I want to discuss one of my problems with you. She immediately opened her eyes and asked kyu sab theek hai na. I said, I have a pain. Where, in the leg she asked. No I said and paused. Phir kahan hai, bol na. And she sat up at once. I said sharam aati hai bhabhi kaise batau. She gently patted my face and said chal bata, taqleef mein sharam nahi karni hoti. Looking at her face innocently, I pointed towards my cock above the sheet and said, yahan per. She thought for a while looking there and asked, kuchh laga hai kya? I said no. Then she asked, which type of pain do you feel? I said bhabhi, there is stiffness all the time in it and the pain when I touch it. She said ok! Let me see it. Sheet hata tow. I said, nahi bhabhi aap khud hi hata lo. She smiled and said, achha baba chal mai hi hata leti hu. She came near me and pulled the sheet away. My cock was fully erect and hard, pointing towards the ceiling.

One or two drops of pre cum were there due to the excitement I had, while talking to bhabhi. I again saw her changing expressions while looking at it. After a few seconds she said, kya ye sara time issi tarah stiff rahta hai? I said, nahi bhabhi jab aap mujhe sponge kar rahi thi tow uske baad se aise hi hai. She said, hmm, no problem I will massage some oil on it and it will ease. And went to bring the oil. I was happy to realize that I am reaching towards my goal very fast and pulled the sheet back. She brought the oil and sat beside me with legs crossed and pulled the sheet off again. She held my cock and poured some oil on it and rubbing it over it with her soft hands. I was in heaven and looking towards her legs. She was constantly watching my cock while massaging it. With some of her body movements the hem of one side of her shorts drew upwards and I slightly changed my upper body's position to look into that area. Oh my god! My eyes were through that. What I saw was unbelievable, bhabhi was not wearing panty and I could see her pussy covered with short hair. She might have felt the impact of the view in my cock.

After a few seconds I looked upwards to watch if she was noticing me or not, but she was busy in rubbing my cock up and down and her grip had tightened and she was breathing intermittently. I thought to go a bit further and asked, lekin bhabhi ye aisa hua kyu? Kya isme koi problem hai? She said, nahi aisa kuch nahi, abhi thik ho jayegi. I asked, how do you know that? Have you experienced it before? She said ladies ki stiffness alag jagah per hoti hai. I asked, kahan per? She said, kaha na hoti hai bas, kya batau kahan per. Ok I said do you also have it right now? She laughed and said haan hai phir dikhao na kahan hai I said in a flow. She was now rubbing my cock more vigorously and losing her control on her breath. She said, ok look, I show you. She left my cock and put her first finger in already drew up hem of her shorts and drew it sideways. I was shocked on her swift move and my cock started throbbing out of joy of looking what I had in front of me. She touched her pussy with other hand and dug it to pull her stiffened clit out of it. She said, look this is stiff. I bent a little forward to watch it closely and said, hmm it is really stiffened. Then looking in her eyes I asked, do you have to rub this also to ease? She said, yes will you do it now also? She said, of course I will have to, but let me subside your stiffness first and held my cock again and started pumping it more violently. Her clit was appearing and disappearing with every movement of her body. And a juice started to flow out from her. I looked towards her, she had closed her eyes.

I asked in a low voice, should I also rub you there bhabhi? She opened her eyes and came forward then suddenly she smooched my lips. Oh that was the signal. My hand automatically traveled to her pussy and found her clit. I started working my hand on her wet pussy and clit. She took away her mouth from me with a jerk and drawing her hand from my cock she opened the buckle of her shorts and slid it away bending to a side. She stood up and brought her pussy direct over my face while putting her legs, one each side of me. I immediately build up to cum when with her flash move the scent of her pussy entered my nostrils. I kept on smelling her pussy, as it was intoxicating. She pulled my face up by my hair and asked to lap it up. I immediately did and reached up to a very fast pace. After 10 minutes of getting her pussy mouth fucked, she drew it apart and taking care of my plaster, she sat on her bent knees and started fucking my mouth with her tongue and taking her share of her own pussy juices. She was moaning heavily. With one had she searched for my cock behind her, and on finding she held it and started to rub it again.

After a few minutes in this pose, she started moving slowly backwards until her pussy touched my cock. She was in full heat and out of control. She lifted her body upwards and placed her pussy gently on my cock. Now I am going to tell you how to make your stiff things soft she said and put a little pressure on my cock. Her pussy being already wet with her juices, she did not find any difficulty in sliding it down the length of my cock and she started fucking my cock. She was moaning like hell, ahh ohh keep your cock stiff all the time dhrub to make your bhabhi happy, mmmm aahhh she was taking long strokes while taking care of my leg at the same time.

Now I finally was to shoot my load in her pussy. I told her, bhabhi kuchh ho raha hai, aise jaise isme se kuchh nikal raha ho. No problem nikal jaane de dhrub, do it yes, let it go aahhhh. She was on her full speed and she drew her hands upwards holding the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it out. Then she placed her big freed mangoes on my lips and shout, dhrub inko zor se kaayto. I started biting her nipples and she gave two three jerks to her body and started to climax as did I. I drew her closer at that moment and her tits became flat on my chest with the pressure. There was all aaahhh ooohhh mmms in the air and I started to unload myself into my bhabhi. It was a long orgasm for her after which she collapsed on my chest. After taking a bit of rest she got up cleaned her and started to lick my cock to clean it. Then she put the sheet on my legs, hugged me and asked, kyu stiffness theek ho gayi na? I laughed and went to sleep in her tight embrace. After this bhabhi used to clean me thoroughly twice or thrice a day until I left for India.

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90. Sis *****

This wonderful incident started when one Saturday we were playing video game in my room at night. It was almost 12 PM. But we were still playing. After about an hour or so Aarti started feeling asleep and said that she is leaving for her room. Our parents were sleeping in their room. As I was not sleepy, I asked her to be there for some more time for some chat. She agreed. After a long chat till 2 AM we were feeling sleepy and Aarti was in no mood to move. So she decided to sleep in my room only. I have a single bed in my room so we managed to sleep with heads on the opposite sides with our feet facing each other. As usual she was in her regular night dress; White loose t-shirt without bra and shorts .I switched off the light and went off to sleep. Suddenly I wakeup feeling something soft on my foot. I realized that my foot was on Aarti's boobs and she was sleeping. I felt guilty but relaxed that she was still sleeping .I removed my foot from her chest but was unable to sleep that night.

Next morning when we wake up I found that she was unaware of what happened last night. But then the guilty feeling was still there. The whole Sunday went with that feeling. At night I went to sleep in my room. As I slipped into my bed that incident started hitting my thoughts. My eyes were close and was again feeling that softness in my thoughts. Those thoughts were coming again and again to my mind and in few minutes I found my dick getting hard. My hand was pumping it gently. I was surprised of this sudden change in me. From guilty I had started fantasizing my own sister. But, it was all so beautiful. Her big tits and her soft skin....I had never ever thought of anything like that about my sister earlier. Today I realized that she is so hot and beautiful. That night I masturbated thrice thinking of her.

Since then I always use to search for a chance to touch her boobs incidentally. I never wanted to miss any chance. My attraction towards my sister was increasing day by day. I always try to hold her while playing, pillow fighting, etc, etc...One day I even tried to peek into the bathroom to see her bathing but was unable to view. As the days were going off I was getting out of control. I wanted to hold her, kiss her and make love to her. But was afraid.

Then one day our parents had gone out of station to attend a marriage. I wanted to cash this chance but had no courage to directly touch Aarti. It was a hot night. AC was on and we were watching TV in our parent’s room. Aarti said she is feeling itchy on her back and requested me to rub. As always looking for a chance to touch her I agreed and starting rubbing her back with my fingers over her t-shirt. In just seconds my dick was hard like rock. I kept rubbing her back and was feeling so hot inside. Suddenly a thought came into my mind and I suggested Aarti to put some talc on her back.

She agreed and I get the talc and asked her if she wanted me to help her putting it. She said sure. That was just a dream come true. I put some talc on my hand and inserted it through t-shirt neck and started rubbing her back gently with my palms. But t-shirt was hurting on her neck so she said leave she will do it herself. I said no it’s ok I will do it the other way. Sitting behind her I inserted my hand from below. Ohhh what a feeling it was touching my sister like that. I couldn’t resist myself and inserted the other hand also and started massaging her back with both hands. But with this her t-shirt was pulled over her stomach. This is what I wanted. She was quietly watching songs on TV. It was now unable for me to control. Taking courage I moved my hands from back to her stomach. My hands moved little up and a moan sound came out of her and her through her head on my shoulder. I was shocked to see my sister into that position. But it was a signal to me.

To Continue. I moved my hands and slowly cupped her boobs with both my hands. Aaahhh...it was so soft that I was just feeling that will cum at the same time. Suddenly I realized there are lot moans in the room which were definitely not of Aarti. To my surprise there was a XXX movie running on TV and a guy was licking the girl's pussy in it. I stopped and asked with surprise “Aarti didi what is this?" She replied with a naughty smile “Why mac? Don’t you like it? ". " I had been waiting for these wonderful moments since days “she said. I was shocked. She said " I was awake when your foot

I Was massaging my breasts and I had been masturbating every night thinking of you since then and waiting for this wonderful night" “Now please don't stop.....let it going....please". I was happy to hear all this from my own sister's mouth.

I came in front of her and held her face with hands and kissed her lips gently. They were so juicy and soft. I smooched her. Our tongues met and started playing. I had never expected all this so easily but now she was all mines. I slowly removed her t-shirt and was amazed to see her round, big & firm tits. My hands were now fondling her soft boobs. I kissed her boobs and pressed her pink nipple with my lips and there was a loud moan out of her. I slowly removed her shorts along with her panty. Wooowww....its was a wonderful view of well shaven pink fresh pussy of my sister. I was now again

Kissing her and also moving my hands all over body. I had never imagined that things will go so easy. All my luck. I moved my hand on to her pussy and started rubbing it. Her pussy was all wet. She stopped me. “mac I want you to kiss me all over my body “she said. I smiled at her and went near her toes and started kissing her from toes to her ankle and legs and then thighs. As I reached between her thighs to kiss her pussy, she held my head with hairs and pressed it towards her pussy.

“Lick me mac...Lick me...Lick me hard...” I started eating her pussy like a dog. The thought of doing it to my sister was making me hard. I continued licking her and now she was responding with bouncing her bums. "Aaaaahhh....aaahhhh, Ahhhh.... ooooohhh..." her moans were making me wild.

Suddenly she came all over my mouth pulling my hairs with that wonderful pain. I had never seen a girl with such a big orgasm. My face was completely wet with her perfumed juice.

She was exhausted. I asked" Aarti didi, can I ask you something? Did ever had sex earlier?" She said “mac, this is the first time any guy has touched me there. And I always wanted it to be you." She was blushing. This was making me wilder. She asked “mac, would you like me to give you a blow job the way that girl is doing in the movie" pointing towards the TV. I wanted it badly but was still hesitating, as she was my sister. “Didi, I surely want if you don’t mind" I said. She said “Oh come on mac. There is no need to hesitate, so what if I am your sister. Now we are friends, and you helped me with it. So a friend in need is a friend indeed. Just forget our relation and let’s enjoy this moment". She held my cock in her soft hands and started moving it up and down. She was looking in my eyes and my eyes were banging her body. She slowly moved her tongue on the tip of my tool. Uuffff.....it was like a dream. She covered my dick with her lips and started playing with my balls with her one hand. It was amazing....her head was slowly moving up and down giving me the best blow job of life. I was finding her uncomfortable taking my big dick in her mouth. But she still continues. She was trying to take it completely. She started moving hard up and down. Aaaaaa...…. Aaaahhhhhh...... Aaahhahhhh I was feeling that I was about to cum......aaahhhhh.... Didii... Aahhh... Faster... Faster didi.....don’t stop.....didiiii... I was moaning....I was about to cum but I wanted Aarti didi to eat all my cum. So I didn't inform her and she didn't get to know as it was her first time. She was faster and faster to make me enjoy.....aaahhhh... Aaahhh....and in just another one minute I shooted all in her mouth.....she chocked and pulled her mouth...I was still shooting my cum and it spread all over face and boobs. I was totally exhausted......
Then she said the she wanted to loose her vignette (she haven't took the cork in). It was waiting for a rod to be broke open. I pressed her breast hard. She screamed a bit. I sucked her nipples so hard that I nearly bit it. Then I applied my saliva on her cunt and on my dick for lubrication.

Then I guided my rod through her legs into her pink pussy and in one blow broke open her lock. She screamed with pleasure and me too. I started the to and fro motion slowly. She was saying stop, stop and moaning like a wild bitch. I did not care and I was ramming her .and had pinned her. I could see the love juice coming out and Preeti was enjoying every bit of her life at that time. I told her that another load of cum was going to come out. We did not care and I shot the load right inside her vagina. Both of us were exhausted till that time. And then she fell on me and we fall asleep. This went on for about 30-40 minutes. And this was just a beginning of our sex tour. After 3 hours of sleep. We woke up again. And arati told me to fuck her. She didn't have to give me a blowjob or anything. My cock was already rocking hard. I got up and put her legs on my shoulders and started giving her in her clit. My cock went in and out and in and out... And faster and faster every minute. She was moaning in pleasure...ooooooo mac...ooooo mac... She was calling out my name...."ooooo mac...fuck me...fuck me fast...ooo ooo mac do it..." then I laid on her and started kissing and fucking her at the same time...my hands rubbing in her hair.....mmmmmmmmm...it was soooo great...then she got on top of me and started jumping on my dick... Up and down...mmmmmmmmmmmm ooooooooooohhhh oooooooyesssssssss... It was great....mmmmmmmmmmm....

I was holding her hands tight...and she was holding mine tighter... I opened my eyes...and saw her beautiful face covered with her beautiful hair. It looked soooooo sexy. We fucked like that for over 10 minutes then I told her that I was going to cum...and oh oh...she went there again on my cock... Ooooooooo she is the best cock sucker...uuuuuuhhh she just sucked it sooooooo fast, without stopping for a second....ooo arati, arati...oooooooo I was holding her hands sooooooooo tight now....oooooooooooo and then suddenly I came on her...she licked it and eat it... And gobbled it... I was feeling really very tired so I lie on that couch or on her bad and she went into the bathroom for a while but kept the door open.

I could hear the sound of her pee going down the flush. When she came back from toilet she gave me along kiss on my mouth and a deep hug and said, Now I want you to fuck my virgin ass. I think wow, virgin ass" I open her buttocks and saw a very tiny hole.

I asked her if she was sure about it and she said, “shut up and fuck me" at first I just inserted the head and she cried out loud with pain. "Do you want me to stop" she replied” no, not at all push it all inside' with a bit if hesitation I forced my way into her tight rather very tight ass. About half of my prick went inside. She was begging for me to insert the whole thing. I pulled it out a bit and then with a massive jerk got the whole thing deep inside her ass. The experience of anal sex had always fascinated me. After a few times the penetration became easy and she was moaning and screaming. Her face was buried in the pillow. I held her breast from behind and with a fast continuo's pace; I fucked the woman first time in the ass. We fucked for at least minutes in the same position and finally I came inside her and filled her ass with my cum.

I stepped off the bed and she resumed that position not saying a word. "Oh, my god, are you all right" I said. “Yeah sure" she got up and stood on the bed with a grin. and then she went to sleep again l last year she got married. I haven't seen her since then... I had the best sex in my life only with arati nobody yet has given me more fun than her.

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91. Niece's Weekly Punishment - Part I

   The first time she did not know. Now she did as she laid out the instruments her Uncle would use on her. It had become a weekly ritual, every Friday after dinner. It had started shortly after her mother and she had moved in with Uncle Bill. Violet was happy growing up, she had just graduated from High School. While not extremely smart, she did manage to get into the state university, though she would have to pay for most of the school tuition. Then the unexpected, Violets father had died. He had very little life insurance and with no job skills, there was not much hope for her mother being able to support them. Her brother, a very successful businessman had offered to let them live with him, with her mother taking care of the house and meals as payment. In addition, he agreed to pay for Violet’s college education as long as she lived with them and kept up her grades. While he was successful in business, he was not with women. He wasn’t ugly, but he just wasn’t attractive. He was the type of person that you saw but did not notice.

   Her mother noticed the leering glances and knew what was going to happen. She knew because the same thing had happened to her when she was young. Her Uncle had punished her weekly for over a year until she moved out. She knew it was Melissa’s turn and she could not do anything about it. It was her brother’s turn now to carry on the family tradition.

   Melissa did not like confrontation, avoiding all conflicts by giving in quickly. It was a trait she learned from her mother. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, big innocent blue eyes and a pale complexion. She wasn’t beautiful, just average with a modest figure. Her breasts were smallish, but were capped by large brown nipples. Her ass was rounded and firm, with a nice pair of legs.

   After a month at her Uncles house her mother sat her down to discuss their new life. “Melissa, since your father died, things have been bad. If it wasn’t for your Uncle Bill we would be out on the street. I know it isn’t like it was before, but we must make the best of the situation. Maybe in a year I will have enough experience to be able to get a better job and we can move, but until then we must do whatever Uncle Bill wants. It is important that you go to college, otherwise you will end up with no skills like me.”

   “I’m doing well in school, Momma and I’m a good girl, Momma. It will be all right,” she said naively.

   “I don’t think you understand, Melissa. You don’t know much about boys and men yet. They have some strange ways about them. Strange things that they like to do to girls. It happened when I was a girl, and I am afraid that it will happen to you with Uncle Bill.”

   “I don’t know what you mean Momma, what type of strange things?” Melissa was perplexed.

   “Uncle Bill is going to punish you every Friday after dinner. That is the tradition in this family. When I was growing up, my Uncle did the same to me. There is nothing we can do about it, it is just the way it is. Soon, we will be able to move and get away from all of this, but for now, you will just have to submit to it.”

   Melissa’s eyes opened wide in shock, “punish me, why Momma, I’m a good girl, don’t let him do that, please Momma.”

   “Hush, Melissa, it has nothing to do with you being good or bad, it is Uncle Bill. Men like to punish girls, men especially like Uncle Bill. It is the way they were brought up. There is nothing I can do about it so you are just going to have to bear up to it. Just remember, you are to do exactly what Uncle Bill wants. Everything he says! Do I make myself clear young lady?”

   Her mother had never raised her voice to her before and she was now ordering her to obey her Uncle. It didn’t make sense, why would she want Uncle Bill to punish her. “But Momma…..”

   “Enough Melissa! That is enough, just do as I say or you will find us out on the street. Now I don’t want to hear a thing about this again. Whatever happens between your Uncle Bill and yourself is to be kept between the both of you. I don’t want to ever hear about it. Do you understand, I don’t want to hear about it again?”

   “Yes Momma,” her eyes lowering to the ground, knowing that it was now her problem. What was going to happen to her on Friday night?

   The First Friday Night-Learning to Obey

   “But Momma, why this clothing?” Melissa was stumped, her mother had given her a white cashmere sweater, plaid skirt and a pair of black shoes with white socks to wear as well as a pair of black silk bra and panties. The outer clothes were something a younger girl would wear and the bra and panties were definitely something for someone older.

   “I’m not going to tell you again, I don’t want to hear anything about this. Those are what your Uncle Bill requested. Now hurry, you have to be downstairs in his library in ten minutes. I don’t think you want to be late. Don’t forget do everything he says and I don’t want to hear about anything that happens. I am going out for a while so you will be alone with your Uncle. Good luck Melissa and I love you,” running from the room, ashamed at her inability to stop what Bill was going to do to her little girl.

   Melissa was stumped by her mother’s reluctance to discuss it and this made her frightened. Would it be so bad that Momma did not want to even fathom that it could be happening, choosing to ignore it and let Melissa suffer her fate by herself? She pulled off her clothes and slowly put on the silk bra and panties. They felt so cool and sexy on her naked skin. Why did Uncle Bill request them, she pondered? The skirt was next. It was wool, with a zipper up the back. When she put it on and pulled up the zipper it clung to her ass like a second skin, the bottom of the skirt not even going down halfway down to her knees. If she bent over her ass would show. She pulled on the cashmere sweater, loving the luxurious texture against her skin. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Uncle Bill. She looked in the mirror, surprised at her appearance. She knew that she would never be the cheerleader type but her reflection showed her a side she never saw before. She looked like a twelve year old girl. And while her build was nothing spectacular, her breasts looked so nice in the sweater and her ass and naked legs were really accented by the short and tight skirt. I better hurry and get to the study and get this over with, running from the room to get to the library before 7:00. She heard the front door slamming, knowing that her mother had left, leaving her to solve her own problem with Uncle Bill.

   The library door was open and Uncle Bill was sitting on one of the black leather chairs, situated around a coffee table and the leather couch. The chairs were massive, with large padded arms with wooden corners. Melissa always hated them, they were always cold and clammy. In the corner of the room was Uncle Bill’s desk, a large ornate desk with wooden legs. Around the room were various other pieces of furniture including a couple of padded benches that seemed out of place. They looked like they needed a piano to accompany them.

   Bill looked up, hearing the clock chime seven, knowing that Melissa would not be late. He had heard her mother going out the door and knew that he had won, his sister’s submissiveness giving him complete control over her beautiful young daughter. He hoped that she showed some reluctance, liking a bit of challenge, liking to break the will and make her submit to what he had planned for her. He would begin slowly, having every Friday for his own. He would not hurry her, wanting to submit her to the humiliation as he slowly forced her to submit to him. And he would so love the punishment he would inflict on her.

   “Come in Melissa, come in, let me see what you look like.” He watched as she walked in the room. His cock instantly sprang to attention, straining his pants, the bulge clearly visible. She looked even better then expected. She looked just like a twelve year old girl, all the way down to the pigtails he required her mother to put in her hair. His hand reached down to his crotch, grabbing his erect cock, making sure Melissa saw everything. He saw her blush, turning quickly to avoid his gesture. “You look very beautiful, do you feel that way, Melissa?”

   She turned back to look at Uncle Bill, glad that his hand was not in his lap anymore, but her gaze did notice a large bulge in his pants. “I look like a little girl,” she said.

   “Yes, you do, like a very sexy little girl. That is how I want you to act, can you do that?”

   “I guess I could. Are you going to punish me Uncle Bill?”

   “Do you want me to punish you, Melissa, has my little girl been bad?”

   “I’ve been good, Momma says I have to do everything you say, so I will, but if I do, will you not punish me?”

   “I’m glad you will learn your place Melissa, but I will punish you. Tonight and every Friday from now on.”

   “How are you going to punish me, please don’t hurt me, please,” she begged.

   He picked up a fly swatter, a leather fly swatter and slapped it sharply against his palm. “With this and my hand, I am going to punish your lovely pink skin with this. And each week we are going to progress on, with you submitting to more extreme punishment. I am going to enjoy our little weekly punishment sessions. And you are going to assist me in enjoying them.”

   “Why, I’m a good girl?”

   “No, Melissa, you are my bad little girl and you must be punished. Now come over to me so I may see you better. But first close the dbangs, I want us to have some privacy.

   Melissa became more frightened. Her mother was gone and now the dbangs were closed, nobody would know what would be happening in the room. Here she was, dressed like a little schoolgirl, with her Uncle ready to punish her.

   "What are you going to do to me, Uncle Bill?" Melissa waited for an answer, afraid of what she might hear.

   "It all depends on how cooperative you are, Melissa. If you show any reluctance to my demands, the punishment will get more severe. Are you going to be a good little girl and obey your Uncle Bill?"

   "Yes, Uncle Bill. Momma told me to do whatever you say. She would be mad if I disobeyed her."

   “Good, you will only receive a light slapping with my hand and the fly swatter. But I will find some nice tender spots to slap, your stomach and your thighs. I will pay particular attention to your tender thighs. I expect you to stay still and accept the punishment."

   Melissa was scared, afraid of the pain that he would inflict on her, afraid that she would not be able to stand it.

   "Now come here little girl, and let me see you. You must have to chase the boys away from that lovely body," his finger beckoning her towards him seated in the chair.

   "I don't have any boyfriends, I'm not as pretty as the other girls. Do you think I am pretty, Uncle Bill?" Her eyes lit up, no one had ever complimented her on her looks, even her mother. She always said she was average and she better do well in school because she would probably not get a man that would support her.

   "Of course, you are a very beautiful girl, Melissa. So you've never petted with a boy before, never let a boy touch your body?"

   "Don't embarrass me, Uncle Bill, no I never have done anything like that, that’s yucky," she said with a scowl on her face.

   “You would please a man very much with such a lovely body. Your tits are not very big but some men like small tits. Like me, I don’t like big titted woman. You just have to learn how to please a man.”

   “Don’t embarrass me, Uncle Bill,” cringing when she heard him call her breasts tits.

   “What, you don’t like the word tits?”

   “No, that sounds terrible.”

   “Tell me you have small tits, Melissa, say the words to me.”

   “No, I don’t want to.”

   “Are you already beginning to disobey me, is that what you are doing?” He raised his voice, emphasizing his displeasure with her. This would be the test of her obedience.

   Melissa looked at him, seeing the look in his eyes. She had displeased him. “I have small tits,” she said with a murmur.

   “I didn’t hear you, Melissa, what did you say?”

   She cleared her throat, he was going to make her say it aloud. She could hear her own voice saying, “I have small tits.”

   Bill smiled, he had won, she was his now, his to do anything he desires to do. And he desired much. But he would go slowly, making her cross the line of decency each time and do things that she would never consider doing. All to please him. Just like a little girl should do.

   “I like your small tits, Melissa, I like they way they look in that nice cashmere sweater. And you have lovely legs, especially in that nice short skirt. And an adorable ass. Your skirt is just molded over your tight ass cheeks. I like that. I like your ass.”

   Melissa was confused. Uncle Bill was going to punish her, but he kept complimenting her on her body. It made her feel strange and also uncomfortable. Why did he keep talking about her body? “Thank you Uncle Bill,” not sure what to say, but he looked like he was expecting some kind of response.

   He stood up and his hands grabbed her around the waist, pushing her back towards the big desk in the corner of the room. It was usually cluttered, but this time the top was cleared off.

   Melissa jumped when his hands first grabbed her waist. This was the first time that he had touched her. She felt a sudden thrill and also the fear of the unknown. She felt her ass hit the edge of the desk as she was pushed backwards. She saw him put the leather fly swatter on the empty desk beside her.

   “I will need that soon. Raise your arms up, Melissa, above your head. Hurry, now don’t make me repeat everything twice. I expect your complete obedience.” He watched as she first hesitated then her arms rose up, higher and higher until they were up over her head. He saw the cashmere sweater rise up her stomach, a patch of naked flesh appearing. She looked down and watched as his hands grabbed the bottom of the sweater and slowly drew it up, revealing more of her naked stomach to his gaze. She wondered how far he would pull it up, afraid that he would uncover her breasts, leaving her half naked, a bra the only clothes from the waist up.

   He stopped when he reached the bottom of her bra. He wanted to give her a false sense of security. His hand began to run over her flat, tight stomach, his cock straining in his pants, threatening to pop the zipper open if it got any harder. Melissa would have to do something about his erection before she left. He slowly let his hand rub her naked flesh, feeling her stomach muscles tighten as he did. He let his hand lightly tap on the flesh, his cock twitching when he heard the smack, smack of flesh on flesh.

   That’s not so bad, she thought as his hand lightly tapped her stomach. Except for the uneasiness from having a strange hand touching her so intimately and Uncle Bill being so old, it was not as bad as she thought it would be. His hand lightly slapped her flesh.

   “I think I need you in a better position, Melissa. I can’t use two hands when I have to hold your sweater up. Ask me to pull it over your head, Melissa, ask me to remove your sweater. You’re still be wearing a bra, so your tits will be covered.” He watched her face, the look as she realized that he would be undressing her.

   The realization came over her. He would be undressing her, which is why he made so much talk over her body. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her naked. He had every intention of forcing her to undress in front of him. She knew she had lost, she would have to do as he said. A tear began to fall from her eye as she spoke, “please, pull off my sweater,” a look of resignation etched in her face.

   Bill smiled as he slowly let the sweater slip up her body, her black silk bra revealed for the first time to his eyes. They were not very big, her tits, but they would be his to do as he please. And he had some many ideas, some of them very painful. He pulled it up her arms until it pulled from her body and threw it over onto the leather couch. He marveled at her body, his body to do as he pleased. “Good girl, now we need to get you into a better position. A position that would make your stomach very prominent. Sit on the edge of the desk, from the side, I want you to be able to stretch out.” He grabbed a large pillow from the couch. First put this beneath you back as you lie back,” taking the large pillow and positioning it in the center of the desk.

   With resignation, Melissa sat on the edge of the desk, pulling her skirt down as far as she could, the material insufficient to cover much, most of her naked legs showing. She felt Uncle Bills hand push down on her naked stomach, pressing her back onto the desk until her lower back hit the plush pillow. She could feel the strain in her shoulders and back as her head and shoulders bent further back, arching her stomach up into the air. She could feel the cool air on her legs, knowing that the short skirt was not hiding much.

   “Good girl,” moving to the desk behind her, “now pull your hands over your head again, yes, like that. Stretch out,” watching as her tight body strained, her stomach pushed out, her tits arched up to the ceiling. He grabbed both of her small hands, would she be able to get them around his cock, they were so tiny. “Grab these handles in the desk,” pushing each hand into the corner posts, black iron circles rising up from the desk. She had never noticed them before, though they must have been there. “Both of them, grab them tightly and whatever you do, don’t let go. Do you understand, Melissa, under any circumstances are you to let them go.”

   She stretched her arms back and grabbed the hard, unyielding metal rings, her small hands clamped tightly around them. Her back already began to ache, the pillow forcing it to bow. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see Uncle Bills face, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. She heard him moving around, and then felt his hands on her naked knees at the foot of the desk.

   “So lovely, your naked legs, Melissa. Your short skirt has ridden up a considerable distance, showing me a lot of naked flesh. As soon as I finish with your stomach, I will be working on your inner thighs. I am going to enjoy that,” his hands running up from her knees, running over the naked flesh on the tops of her legs until it reached the hem of her dress, only inches from her panties.

   Melissa squirmed on the desk as she felt his hands taking liberties with your young body. Her eyes tightened as she imagined him leering at her exposed body, his clammy hands running up and down her naked legs, his eyes trying to look up under her short skirt.

   “I need to get closer, open up your legs so I may stand between them,” his hands pushing out on her knees, bending her legs outward, watching as his continued pressure finally forced her to relent, the gap between them widening. He caught a quick glimpse of black silk panties.

   Her hands gripped the handles until they were white as she allowed his hands to open her legs, her body trembling as she imagined how exposed her sex was to his gaze. She felt his hands continued to explore her naked legs and now she felt her legs graze his hips as he stood between them.

   Bill stood between her white thighs, his hips keeping her spread open for him. Her skirt had ridden up so high, he could catch a glimpse of the black panties tucked up beneath. His cock twitched in anticipation. He grabbed the leather fly swatter. “Now don’t let go,” watching as her mouth clenched tightly. He let the fly swatter hit her taut stomach, a rush of air shooting from her mouth, her eyes opening wide in surprise as she felt the sudden rush of pain emanating from her stomach.

   “God,” she yelled out, her hands fighting to let loose from their self imposed bondage. She sucked in another breath before the fly swatter came crashing down again, a sharp pain rushing to her brain.

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Niece's Weekly Punishment - Part II

Bill let his hand rub her stomach slowly, then the fly swatter would return again to inflict its pain, alternating between soft, caressing rubs to painful splats to her reddening skin. He stopped with the fly swatter, but commenced with the slapping with the flat plane of his hand, feeling the heat the slaps were generating. Melissa was squirming on the table, her thighs rubbing sensuously against his hips, not in pleasure, but to escape the pain he was inflicting.

“MMMm, Ooooh,” groaning and moaning in pain as the painful slapping continued. Finally there was silence. She waited and waited until she finally opened her eyes, Uncle Bills face staring intently at her. She felt his hands still on her stomach.

“So hot, your skin. You were a good girl, Melissa. Keep up the good work. Hold still for a minute, then you can get up and we can continue.” His hands moved up her stomach, her eyes on them as they moved up to her bra. They quickly moved over the top of them, grasping her tits in the palm of his hand. “Hold still,” he commanded her, his hands grasping and grasping on her youthful breasts.

“Why are you doing that, please, please, stop,” she begged, but her hands continued to grab the posts tightly while Uncle Bill mauled her unprotected breasts.

He released his grip on her tits, and helped to pull her up. “You will have to get used to having boys grabbing your tits. I’m just helping you out. Now stand up, quickly now. We still have more to go, this time it will be your thighs.” He made her stand up, her skirt falling back down to cover her thighs. He pushed a button near the desk and a bar came down from the ceiling, it was like a tbangze bar except this had thick leather cuffs on each end, the bar over five feet long. “If you hold the bar tightly and do not let go of it, I will not use the cuffs on you. Can you do that, Melissa?”

Her body shuddered in fear, it kept getting worse. Her arms reached up and her small hands gripped the bars, holding it tightly. “Don’t tie me up, I don’t want you to do that, I wouldn’t let go.” She felt the bar start moving up, drawing her body up.

“Hold tightly, while I inspect your thighs. I’m going to slip my hands under your skirt. Has any of the boys ever done that to you, Melissa, try to feel up under your skirt?”

“No, do you have to do that, please, nobody has ever touched my like you are doing,” but she saw him move a chair before her, sitting on it, his eyes staring at her body. She felt the hands slipping under her skirt, moving up her hips, over her naked flesh. They moved up higher, moving behind her, almost grasping her panty covered ass cheeks.

She started sobbing when she heard his next words.

“Your skirt is in the way this time, turn around so I can take it off. You want me to take off your skirt, don’t you? Ask me to strip you down to your bra and panties,” he taunted her.

Melissa’s mother sat in the bar, a fresh drink in front of her, the music blaring loudly, her friends talking to her, but she was ignoring them. She was thinking of Melissa. She’s all right. She can take care of herself, she is a big girl. And it is not so bad, I went through it. Bill will just probably spank her and let her go. She went back to her friends, drinking and talking.

Her crying became louder, her sobs choking back the words. “Strip me,” she loudly said, knowing that were the words that would make Uncle Bill happy. And with those words, she felt him turn her around, the bar circling, allowing her to continue to grasp it tightly as she was positioned to be stripped of her skirt. She felt his hands, they did not seem to care, moving over her plump ass cheeks, making no attempt to conceal their purpose. She felt the fumbling of his fingers on the button. The sound of the zipper pulling down sounded so loud. And then she felt the material slipping down her naked legs, falling to the floor beneath her. She could feel his breath on her ass as she continued to sob.

His fingers traced up the inside of her thighs, barely able to enter, her thighs clenched tightly together. He teased her, his finger tracing up and down the divide of her legs, almost touching her panties before running back down again. He watched her clenching her thighs together, stopping him from having his way with her.

“I need access to your thighs, relax your leg,” reaching down to her ankle. “Relax, it will not hurt,” grabbing her slender ankle in his hand and slowly raising it up towards the desk.

Melissa balanced precariously, her arms holding the bar preventing her from falling over as she was balanced on one leg, Uncle Bill bending her leg and placing her ankle on the top of the desk. Her legs were now at a right ankle, one pulled out straight onto the desktop. Her crotch felt so exposed and open.

“A little higher, I think,” grabbing the pillow still on the desk and pushing it under her ankle. “This will be more comfortable for your ankle.”

The pillow was softer, but her leg was now arched up higher, her thighs straining from the unnatural spread of her legs. She looked down and was humiliated at how she looked, her crotch was so open, her panties just barely covering her sex, a few stray strands of hair peeking out from beneath them. Her naked thigh was now completely exposed. She heard the sound of a motor, the bar again rising up higher, Melissa having to stand on her toes to continue to grip it tightly.

Bill liked how she looked, her sex so openly display. He imagined how she would look if her panties were gone, how her sex would be opened up. Soon, he thought, soon I will have her naked, maybe next week. “Good girl, Melissa, your mother would be proud of you. Such nice thighs, such smooth skin,” his hands beginning to run over the pink flesh exposed. He felt her body trembling, partially from holding such a taut position, partly in fear as his hands continued to rub her skin within inches of her panty covered sex. He moved closer to her, his hip banging into her panty covered pussy on purpose, pressed hard against it. He could feel her pussy lips beneath the scanty garment.

She had never felt anything like it. His body was rubbing against her sex. The thin, silk panties did little to cover her vagina. She felt one hand grip her leg at the knee.

“SSSLAAP,” the noise rang out in the room.

“OOOOW, god, that hurts,” she cried out as his hand slapped hard against her tender thighs.

He rubbed the spot he had hit, feeling the heat already, seeing the pink skin already turning redder. “SSSLLAAP, SSSSLLLAAAP,” again, this time twice in succession, feeling her body shudder in pain. His hands returned to caress the hot flesh. He continued to rain down slaps to her sensitive inner thighs, her body shuddering in pain as he did. But she maintained the position, held the bar tightly, making no attempt to stop the punishment. Her thigh was turning a dark red. He switched to the leather fly swatter, the intensity of the slapping increasing.

After a few minutes, he stopped, turned Melissa the other way and put her other leg up high on the desk. He now had fresh, pale skin to work on. He immediately began to strike her untouched flesh with the fly swatter, the splats ringing out in the room. She had begged him not to do the other leg, laughing as he rejected her pleas.

“What are you doing, don’t touch me there, please,” she begged. She felt his large hand grip her panty covered sex, his finger slipped between her pussy lips.

“I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally hit your pussy with the fly swatter. You’re not ready for that yet. You want me to protect you, don’t you Melissa. I’m only watching out for your best interests. You want my hand on your pussy don’t you?”

Melissa squirmed as she felt the pulsating hand on her pussy.

This was the first time any boy or man had ever touched her there. She could feel the heat from it, it moving slowly, wedging itself between her pussy lips. She could not move away from it, only able to jerk her hips back a little, but having to return or losing her balance. It looked like she was trying to rub up and down against it. She tried to hold still, pushing against the hand, forcing it further between her pussy lips as she did.

He could feel the heat and wetness on his fingers as he gripped her sex. He continued on with the slapping of the fly swatter, letting his finger move slowly, rubbing around her pussy as he continued to abuse her thigh.

“Oh, god, that hurts, please, aren’t you finished yet, it burns so bad,” she cried, tears running down her cheeks as she stood there, spread and open and submit to his spanking and fondling of her flesh.

Bill stopped, moving his hard cock against her leg, both of his hands reaching down between her legs, one in front, the other grabbing at her spread ass cheeks, gripping them tightly, making her feel his hard cock on her flesh.

“No, please, no, don’t touch me like that,” she cried out, but was unable and unwilling to stop him. She felt his hands touch her, not accidentally but gripping her from the front and rear in his large hands, clenching and unclenching on her almost naked sex. She stood there, subjecting herself to his fondling, feeling his fingers running over her almost naked flesh.

Finally he released her, stepping back to admire her body. Her face was flushed, her thighs and stomach a dark red, the black panties and bra in sharp contrast, standing still in her shoes and socks, now seemingly out of place. He walked over to the couch and sat down.

Melissa picked up her sweater and skirt, and began to pull the sweater over her head.

“Not yet, Melissa. I want you still in your underwear. Come over here and sit next to me.”

“Please, let me get dressed first, please,” begging, feeling more naked and vulnerable then ever before.

“No, over here now,” patting the couch besides him.

She sat down next to him, her legs clenched tightly together.

“Closer,” putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He felt her scoot closer, unable to prevent him from having his way. He moved his head closer to hers, his face only inches from her cheek. “You’ve been a good girl, Melissa. You’re almost done now. Just obey a little more and you can go.”

Melissa felt revulsion as he cuddled her as if she was his girlfriend. His face was only inches from hers. “What, what do you want now?” She felt him grab one of her hands and place it in his lap. She felt something hard, his penis and pulled her hand back quickly. “No, not that.”

“Now, now, Melissa, obey, you don’t want me to slap your thighs again. I have a riding crop I could use on them.” He pulled her hand back, feeling her resistance, then her muscles relaxed and he dragged his hand over to his crotch again. His cock twitched as he felt her hand touch his pants. “Do you know what that is?”

She felt him rubbing her hand on his pants, feeling the rock hard member beneath it. “It’s, it’s your penis,” she stammered, ashamed at what he was forcing her to do.

Bill laughed, “no Melissa, it’s my cock or prick, a penis is something soft and limp. A cock or prick is hard. You may call it my prick. Can you say that?”

His hand continued to manipulate hers, feeling the penis beneath her fingers twitching. He was making her say and do things again. “Your prick,” she said, her face turning red in embarrassment. Here she was, still half naked on the couch, rubbing his prick and saying the word to him. God, would it ever end.

“I want you to rub my prick, I want you to rub it up and down like this,” forcing her hand to stroke his hard prick. “Yes, that is good, Melissa, do you know what you are doing, you are going to masturbate me, rub my prick until I cum. I know you can make me cum, your hands are so soft and gentle.” He moved closer to her face again, whispering in her ear, “I’m going to release your hand, I want you to do it yourself, OK?” He let go of her hand and waited. Her hand stopped rubbing, then began to rub again. “Good girl, such a good girl.”

Melissa could not believe what she was doing, sitting half naked on the couch while rubbing her Uncle’s prick, rubbing it until she would make him cum. God, what was her mother making her become.

“Use your other hand, and move it lower. I want you to cup my balls. They are full of hot cum waiting for your hands to coax out,” his lips only an inch from her ear. He felt her other hand reach down and tentatively grab his balls. “GGGoddd,” feeling her squeeze his balls rather hard beneath his pants, but still enjoying her stimulation of his swollen balls. “Use your other hand that is rubbing my prick and find the end of it and squeeze the head of it hard.” He let his lips run lightly over her cheek, planting tiny kisses on her face. "God, your good, Melissa, have you ever done this before?”

She listened to his commands and obeyed, stroking his prick up and down, grabbing it tightly through his pants. Her other hand reached further down his pants, finding two round objects, her hand gripping them tightly and squeezing them. She heard him groan, not sure if in pain or pleasure, so she did it again, this time harder. She was rewarded with another grunt. She ran her fingers up his shaft until she reached the end and then did as he said gripping the head with two fingers and digging them into it deeply. It was hard, yet still soft, her fingers pushing into the yielding flesh. She felt proud of herself as he continued to encourage her.

She was good, she might not know what she was doing, but she was doing it intuitively, her hands making his prick harder. “Every Friday, you are going to have to make me cum, Melissa. You make my prick so hard when I punish you, you will have to relieve me before you are finished. I will teach you how to pleasure me. He reached for her head and turned her towards him, his lips reaching out and touching hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her lips.

“MMMM,” her hands stopping, her head trying to break free of his kiss. Why was he trying to kiss her? She turned her head away, her hands returning to stroke his prick again. He was getting too aggressive, treating her like she was his lover. She had to get him off soon. “OOW,” she yelped, his fingers pinching her thigh.

“Open your legs again, I want to feel those hot thighs,” his hands forcefully pushing between her legs until she relaxed them, letting them spread open. “Stroke my prick.” He looked down at her, slightly slumped in the couch next to him, her hands urgently stroking his cock, the other hand either playing with his balls or pinching the head of his prick. Her legs were spread in a wide V, the black panties outlined by her pale, white skin. His hand began to run up and down her thighs, each time moving closer to her panty covered pussy. His other hand reached up to her naked belly, running over the hot, red skin.

She could feel his fingers becoming more urgent, the one on her belly sliding lower, down over her abdomen, slipping cautiously into her silk panties, sliding down over her naked flesh. The other continued to rub her thighs, his knuckles moving against her panty covered pussy, each time with more force until he started to grind them into her pussy lips. “OOOUUCH,” he had pulled her pubic hair, yanking out a few of the hairs. It was time to end it, she begin to masturbate his prick faster, her other hand massaging his balls gently as she felt him begin to shudder.

“Oh, God Melissa, you are so good, I’m going to cum.” His hand dug down into her panties, cupping her naked pussy, a fat finger slipping between her wet pussy lips as he began to shoot inside his pants.

“Ahhhhww,” startled as she felt his hand on her naked pussy, fingers playing up and down her slit. “Sttooop,” she yelled, her other hand yanking his hand out of her panties, feeling the prick beneath her fingers begin to spasm, feeling it shudder and shake. So that is what it felt like when it came. Her fingers continued to rub the member, fingers pinching the head, hearing his groans when she did. His hand rested on top of hers, slowing her movements to a clenching and unclenching on the spewing prick inside his pants. He could feel the wetness as he shot a load of cum inside his shorts.

“You were good, Melissa, your hand was really good, did you enjoy making me cum?”

“Can I go now, Uncle Bill? Can I get dressed and leave?”

Bill nodded, satisfied. “I will see you next Friday for another punishment session, Melissa. I look forward to another enjoyable evening with your beautiful body. I have so much to teach you.” He watched as she quickly slipped her sweater over her head and pulled on her skirt, attaching it quickly so she could leave. The door slammed shut, leaving Bill slumped in the chair, his shorts wet, filled with the cum she coaxed from his balls, satisfied.

To be Continued.

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Niece's Weekly Punishment - Part III

Melissa's mother laid out clothes for her tonight. It was Friday night again, almost 7 p.m. "You better start getting ready, Melissa. You don't want to me late for Uncle Bill." She looked down at the clothes on the bed. Again, clothes that would make her look younger. A short skirt, even shorter then before, red plaid, classic schoolgirl. This time it was a tee-shirt, a very expensive tee shirt, soft, plush material. It wasn't meant to be loose fitting, it was made to cling to a nice pair of breasts. There was no bra. Panties were red, very silky.

Melissa came into the room from the shower, a short towel covering her naked body, sweet smelling and fresh. A lamb being led to the slaughter. She had been dreading Friday night all week, hoping that her mother would not make her go into Uncle Bill's library again. Her mother telling her to take a shower and not be late made her cringe, knowing that she would again have to endure Uncle Bill's punishment and the molesting of her young body.

"I'm going out, I wouldn't be late. Now you be a good girl and obey Uncle Bill. I have to rush, the girls are waiting outside." She rushed out the door, not wanting to see the pleading expression on Melissa's face as she left. It's not so bad, I went through it when I was young. And soon, they would find a place of their own, a place where Uncle Bill would not control them.

Melissa began to dress, dropping the towel to the floor, catching a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. Her breasts were small, but each capped with such a lovely pink nipple, surrounded by a dark areola, contrasting the white, pale breast flesh. Her hips and ass were filling out, her tiny, blonde bush barely able to cover her puffy pussy lips. She slipped the red panties on, the feeling of the silky materials so nice after the cotton panties she wore during the week. She pulled the skirt on, trying to pull it down, barely able to cover mid thigh. She pulled the tee shirt over her head, smothering it down, almost like a second skin. The soft material clung to her young breasts, molding around them. She turned red when she saw how hard her nipples had become, poking out the thin material. She glanced at the clock, only five minutes, hurrying to finish dressing and running down to the library to arrive just as the grandfather clock in the hall rang seven chimes.

She opened the door, Uncle Bill already comfortable in his chair, wearing a smoking jacket, looking up as she entered. "Good evening, Uncle Bill."

"Why, you certainly look lovely tonight Melissa. Step closer, so I may see better," motioning her over to him.

She stood in front of him, her arms raised up, hiding her hard nipples.

"What are you trying to hide from me, Melissa? Lower your hands to your side."

She lowered her eyes to the floor, not wanting to see his expression as her hands lowered, her breasts now uncovered.

"Such a lovely top, Melissa. I like how it clings to your small breasts. And look at your nipples. They seem to be trying to bust out," laughing as he said it.

"Please, Uncle Bill, don't tease me. The boys already do that at school."

He stood up and walked next to her. "I'm sorry. I told you I love small breasts like yours." His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts, softly snuggling it in his palm. His finger rubbed gently over the nipple, feeling the blood rushing to the tip. He felt her body shudder.

She couldn't believe she was letting him, but she did. His hand was cupping one of her breasts, his finger stimulating the hard nipple. He was the only one that appreciated her breasts, everyone else made fun of how small they were. She knew it was wrong that he was fondling her young breast, but she could not stop the only person that liked them. She felt his hand move across her chest to cradle the other one, his fingers again pinching lightly on her nipple, feeling it get even harder. She looked down, embarrassed as she saw his hand squeezing her breast, his finger rubbing her nipple.

Then she remembered why she was here. Uncle Bill brought her to be punished. "Please, Uncle Bill, stop," pulling away from him.

Uncle Bill was almost feeling sorry for her. Damn, can't let feeling get in the way of good sex. "You're right Melissa, let's get back to why you are here. It is time for you to be punished for being a bad girl. Like all little girls that are bad, they need a spanking to punish them and that is what you will get today."

"No, I'm too old for a spanking, Uncle Bill," she cried out.

"Nonsense, you are never too old for a spanking and that is what you will receive today." He sat back down, this time on a wooden chair he had brought over. A chair without arms so that lovely Melissa could be bent over his lap, her ass ready for a spanking.

"Now get over here quickly before I increase your punishment. I could use a belt instead of my hand. Would you like that Melissa, a nice thick leather strap on your ass?"

She began to sob, going from bad to worse. "No, Uncle Bill, not a belt. That would hurt too much."

"Over here, I want you over my lap, your head hanging down the side. Quickly now, before I change my mind and get the belt," he threatened. He smiled as she submissively moved over to him, situating herself to the side of him.

She felt his hand reach out and push down on her side, guiding her down onto his lap. Lower and lower she went until her head moved down towards the floor, the upside down position making her a little dizzy. Her hands reached for the floor, trying to steady her body, feeling like she was going to slide off and fall on the floor. She could already feel his hard penis pushing into her stomach, her weight pushing her down onto it. She felt the cool air on her legs, not knowing how naked she really looked, the short skirt had not covered much before, the bent over position of her body drew it up even higher.

"That's a good girl, Melissa. You must take your punishment." His hand moved over her back, down towards her upraised ass. His cock jerked against her stomach as he saw her naked legs, the short skirt had ridden high up her thighs, a peak of red panties showing. He molded his hand over her ass cheeks, feeling her body tense as he intimately grabbed her ass cheeks in his palms, grabbing them tightly as he caressed the young flesh before him. Back and forth his hand went, gliding over the taut flesh, feeling her body move about, rubbing over his hard cock. His hand moved lower, her body jumped when his hand trailed down to her naked thigh.

She could only imagine how naked her legs were, his hand now traveling down her butt only a short distance before it reached her naked thigh. God, she thought, it must be almost up over my panties, his hand on her naked thighs only inches from her panty covered sex. She squirmed, feeling the penis moving against her like a snake, jumping and twitching.

"Such lovely thighs you have. I so enjoyed punishing them last time. Such tender skin, especially here," grabbing her roughly between her legs, clenching painfully onto the sensitive skin. She jerked again, his cock thrilled with her movements. "Can you feel how excited you are making my cock, Melissa? You are going to have to make me cum again."

"Brace yourself, Melissa. His hand rose and fell hard onto her right ass cheek, slapping hard into the young flesh.

"EEEEhh," yelled Melissa, a burning sensation in her buttock. God, would she be able to stand it. The blows came suddenly and without let up. One, two, three, four in a row, alternating between each butt cheek, the burning spreading to her whole buttocks. Then he stopped, his hand returning to lightly caress her cheeks again, moving back and forth from one to the other. At least the pain had stopped, enduring the fondling of her body again.

Uncle Bill's cock jerked each time he struck her ass, loving the feeling of his hand hitting her ass cheeks. His hand even stung a little, but that was immaterial to the sexual excitement he was feeling as he spanked her young ass. "You're being a good girl, Melissa. But I think your skirt is taking too much of the brunt of the spanking." He began to pull her skirt up over her plump buttocks, her ass cheeks straining the red panties. He tucked it above her waist, his hand returning to her panty covered ass cheeks. "Much better, Melissa, you have such a nice ass," his hand rubbing the flesh as he spoke.

She could feel her butt being uncovered, squirming on his lap but unable or unwilling to stop his fondling of her young body. She had to endure whatever he did to her, for her mother and her sake. She began to cry, tears running down her cheeks as she felt the hands continuing to molest her body.

"EEEEEEGGGGG," the hand coming raining down on her panty covered ass cheeks again, this time more painful, the silky panties little cushion for the powerful strokes of his hand. Four times, then the hand returning to fondle her body.

Uncle Bill could feel the heat in her ass cheeks from the spanking, his hands running over her cheeks. He could not wait much longer, wanting to see her naked ass, seeing how red he was making it. "So much better, Melissa, I can feel the heat in your ass." His hand slapped down again, four rapid blows to her cheeks, her body bouncing up and down each time her struck her. His cock jerked when he heard her sobbing, her cries of pain making him harder.

Her butt cheeks went from burning sensation to be extremely painful. His hand continued to beat down on her flesh, then returning to caress her ass like a lover would do, her body tense, waiting for the next blows. "EEEEHHH," four more blows, moving lower down onto the gentle up swell of her buttocks, part of his hand slapping her naked thighs.

He could see her thighs turning red where he had hit them. "Relax, Melissa, I'm going to lower your panties. I want to spank your naked ass."

She looked up, "No, NO," her eyes pleading with him, her tear stained face begging him not to strip her butt naked.

"SSSSH, Melissa, it will be all right, stroking her face. Now back down so I can lower your panties and continue your spanking. You want to get it over, don't you?"

She could only sob, her head falling back down, resigned to the fate of being stripped naked. She felt his fingers at her waistband, pulling out on the thin garment, pulling them slowly down her buttocks. He was teasing her, letting her feel the humiliation as he slowly uncovered her naked butt. "No, No," feeling a hand slip inside her panties, now grabbing her naked flesh, rubbing and gripping her young butt.

He had never felt such nice flesh before. It had been a long time since he was with a young girl, not since he was the same age. He had almost forgot how good the taut, young flesh felt as he ran his hands over it, gripping the skin between his fingers, his cock jerking in anticipation. He pulled his hand out and let her panties slide down over her hillocks, her plump ass cheeks beckoning him. He could see her cheeks already turning red. His hand ran up and down her ass crease, watching her buttocks clench tight, teasing her with his fingers, trying to prevent him from entering between them. He would leave that for later.

His hand rose up and came slamming down on her naked ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out in the library. He body bounced up and down, her head shaking back and forth, crying as she suffered the spanking. Her ass cheeks turned bright red, each cheek bearing the punishment she had received.

Her ass was a mass of pain, the spanking taking a terrible toll on her young body. His hand returned to caress her again, clenching her buttocks, her thighs pressed tightly together to keep his molesting fingers and hands off her most intimate charms.

He let her have her way, fighting his roving hand. He would make her submit later, when he was ready to cum. He spanked her again, her cries now louder then before, her ass cheeks now sensitive to anything touching the hot flesh. Four more times he beat her naked ass, finally stopping, her head hanging down, her breathing rapid. He let his fingers linger on her ass cheeks, teasing her ass crease, moving up and down, his finger reaching almost down to her pussy, her body jerking away in defense. "Very good, Melissa, you did well. You may get up now."

He watched as she rose up, her panties still below her ass cheeks, the skirt falling down to cover them. She reached back, pulling them up, a small moan as the pain returned when the fabric hit her hot, sensitive flesh.

"Over to that chair, Melissa, we are almost done."

"No, don't spank me anymore. My butt hurts so bad, I don't think I can even sit down."

He pushed her over to a large, wooden chair, the back going up at least four feet. He placed a pillow on the seat and pushed her down into it. "Raise your arms up, Melissa, hurry up or it's back over my lap for more spanking."

She did not know what was in store for her, but anything was better then more spanking. Or so she thought. Her arms rose up, moving up the back of the chair.

"Hold still," Uncle Bill moving to the bottom of her tee shirt and slowly pulling it up her body.

Melissa's hands rushed back down as she felt Uncle Bill begin to strip off her tee shirt. "No, not that, please not that."

Uncle Bill slapped at her hands, "put your hands back up, now!"

Melissa complied, the tone in his voice very demanding. She felt the tee shirt moving up over her breasts, the cool air dancing on her nipples, plucking them into hardness. She felt it pulled over her head, now naked to the waist. She started to put her hands down.

"No, I didn't tell you to do that, back up," he ordered her, his voice showing his irritation with her disobedience.

She stretched them back up, her tits riding up high, her nipples pointed and hard. She did not notice the leather straps on the back, not until she felt one of them being secured around her wrist. "WWWHHaatt," she cried out, but Uncle Bill was quick, securing her wrist tightly into the leather strap, her arm pulled up straight into the air, pinned against the back of the chair. She was resigned to her fate as she let him secure her other arm with a similar leather strap. "What are you doing, Uncle Bill? Please," she begged.

He secured more leather straps to her arms, this time at her elbows, her arms now pinned securely. He had so wanted to touch her naked breasts as he stripped off her tee shirt, but he waited, waited until he had her secured. His hands reached down to her small breasts, his hand cupping them again like before, his fingers feeling the young, naked flesh beneath them. He crushed them with his hands, feeling the spongy flesh under his grip, his fingers playing over the hard nipples, pinching them.

She moved her body, but was unable to escape his molesting hands and fingers as they played freely over her naked breasts. When his hands moved down her sides, she shifted her hips in the chair, hoping to escape the roaming hands, not even caring about the pain in her butt cheeks as the tender skin chaffed on the hard chair.

"I can fix that, Melissa," his hand finding another leather strap, this time a fat, three inch strap that he secured around Melissa, sitting up high on her hips, pinning her to the back of the chair.

"Why, what are you going to do, Uncle Bill, please, please untie me? I don't like it," she begged.

His hand returned to her face, pushing the hair from her eyes. "Shhh, we're not finished with your punishment yet, Melissa."

"You're not going to spank me again, no, don't do that." She was confused, he could not get to her butt in the position he had her in. She had a bad feeling, a feeling of impending doom.

His hands returned to her breasts, loving the feeling as he molded them with his hands, his fingers plucking at her nipples, snapping at the hardening buds. "Why your breasts, of course, Melissa, I'm going to punish your breasts," smiling as he continued to fondle her tits.

The shocked look came first, then the incoherent babbling as she tried to fathom what he had said. He couldn't mean her breasts. They are so sensitive, who would be so evil to think of punishing a women's breasts. "Whatttt, do you mean, my breasts? You wouldn't Uncle Bill," she exclaimed.

"That is exactly what I mean. I will begin with some slapping of your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples. Then I will stretch them up by your nipples and take a riding crop and whip them from top to bottom. I will enjoy when I hit your areolas and your nipples. That is why you are tied so securely. I don't want you to be able to escape the whip."

His hands moved up to her face again, pushing her head back against the back of the chair, suddenly finding another strap which he secured around her forehead, not allowing her to see what he would do to her breasts, her eyes situated only forward. She felt the slap first, then the pain as his open hand slapped her breast upward, making the small tit dance up, jiggling as the sting registered in her brain. "OOOWWW," unable to comprehend this evil punishment. She did not have to wait long before she felt his hand return, this time hitting her other breast, feeling the firm globe bounce around, her nipple taking the brunt of the slap. "OOOOWWW," she cried out again, her breasts still moving up and down.

"I told you I loved small tits, Melissa. I love to spank them and whip them. So firm, the whip will bite into them so painfully, not much flesh to absorb the blow." His hand returned to slapping her tits, making them bounce back and forth, the firm, young breasts bouncing around, not even stopping before he returned to slap them again. He could see them turning red, the nipples swollen, her moans of pain growing louder.

She could not believe the pain he was inflicting on her young body. Her breasts were rocked with pain, a burning pain emanating from her nipples. They seemed to be swollen to twice their size, making them easier targets. Suddenly he stopped, his hands returning to caress her globes again, his hands cradling the pain racked flesh, his fingers flicking across the swollen nipples. She felt his fingers playing with one of her nipples, twisting and turning it painfully. Suddenly she felt something touch it and tighten on. She groaned in pain, as it squeezed the hard nipple tighter, cutting into the tender flesh. The same happened to the other, first the fingers, then the pain.

Her eyes staring straight ahead first caught a glimpse of it as Uncle Bill pulled it in front of her face before it went out of her eye sight, moving above her. It was a string, then two, pulled tightly in front of her. He must have attached the strings to her nipples.

"Yes, I have tied the strings to your nipples. Very tight, they will not pull off." He slowly began to pull the two strings, Melissa eyes widening in pain and fear as she felt her nipples being pulled from her body, the straps keeping her pinned to the chair, her nipples stretching painfully. They were pulled almost two inches long, the tiny nipples turning white as the blood was pushed from them.

"GGGODDDD, that hurts, how can you do that to a girls nipples, please, no more," she begged as she sobbed in pain, tears running down her pretty face, her mouth grimacing in pain.

"A little more, Melissa, then I will begin to whip your breasts," showing her the riding crop he would use on her small breasts.

"No, not that, please, no," she begged the intense pain returning to her nipples as he pulled the string tighter. He stopped, feeling the fumbling, knowing that he was tying the string to something, the strain on her nipples continuing.

Uncle Bill pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it as he looked down at Melissa. Naked from the waist up, her arms stretched up into the air, bound tightly in two places to the back of the chair, thrusting her tits out. And her tits, her nipples encircled by the tight string and pulled up to the top of the chair, the nipples over two inches long, stretching her breasts out and up. He rubbed the whip on the underside of her breast, feeling her body jump in response.

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Niece's Weekly Punishment - Part IV

She heard the sound of the whip hitting, the splat as the leather riding crop hit her tender underside of her right breast. It took long seconds before the pain reached her brain. Then she screamed, "AAAAAGGGGHHH," never feeling such intense pain before. Her chest heaved up and down, her breathing ragged, pulling harder on her swollen and stretched nipples.

Uncle Bill could not wait, the whip slashing out on the unprotected underside of her other breast, her scream making his cock jerk in pleasure. Her body was held tightly, unable to stop the abuse of her body. He slashed the whip back and forth, moving closer to her stretched nipples each time. Her loudest scream came when the whip lashed at her areola and pulled on her stretched nipple.

The pain was intense, feeling like he was separating her nipple from her body. Tears were flowing from her eyes, her sobbing and crying unable to block out the sound of the leather punishing her young, tit flesh. Her body shuddered each time the crop bit into her tender flesh, the sound ringing out in the room, followed by her scream, her voice already hoarse. Her mother was on her fourth drink, having found an adequate male to buy her drinks and dance with her. His hands often lingered to long where it shouldn't but she grew up accepting the male domination of her body. She remembered Melissa and what she was doing, but the man next to her pulled her from the seat to dance, holding her close, his hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Melissa was soon forgotten as her pussy began to get wet. Uncle Bill stroked his cock as he looked down at her breasts, now criss-crossed with red marks, the whip taking a toll on her white flesh. Her nipples were dark red, swollen from the whip and the tight bondage of the string. He moved his hands down, encircling her breasts with his hands, feeling her flinch from the pain of having her whipped breasts touched. "No more, Uncle Bill, please no more, they hurt too much." He began to pull the string from the top of the chair, her breasts falling back down, the nipples still trapped. "Do you want the string off?" "Oh, yes, yes, they hurt so much. I can just barely feel them." She cried. He yanked on the strings, pulling them painfully from her nipples, abrading the nipple flesh as they tore off. "EEEEEWWWHH," she screamed. The pain as the string was torn off was bad, but as the blood returned to the tips, the shooting pain returned. "Are you read to make me cum, Melissa, or would you like some more punishment," stroking his cock, his balls full of cum, ready to unload upon her body. "Yes, anything, no more pain. Untie me and I will rub your penis real good. You can shoot on my breasts again, just don't touch them, they hurt so much." "I don't think I'm going to untie you yet. But you can make me cum." "What do you mean, untie me, I'll do it good Uncle Bill," her eyes pleading with him. "No, you are going to have to use your hot, little mouth this time." She was startled, not expecting that. He wanted to put his penis in her mouth. She wanted her to suck it. "You wouldn't shoot in my mouth, will you, Uncle Bill? Just shoot on my breasts again," she begged. "No, Melissa, you are going to have to take my cock in your mouth and suck me until I cum. Then I expect you to swallow it. Can you be a good girl and do that, Melissa? Or should I whip you some more, maybe between your legs, on your sex. Would you like that? For me to tie your legs open and take the riding crop onto your spread pussy?" "You wouldn't do that, would you Uncle Bill?" But she knew the answer. He would enjoy doing that to her. His penis twitching as he whipped her tender sex. It was bad enough on her breasts, she knew she could not stand a whipping between her legs. "I'll do it, Uncle Bill. I'll suck your penis real good and swallow it when you shoot. Just don't whip me anymore." His hands stroked her face, wiping her wet hair from her face, drying the tears on her cheeks. He traced his fingers over her lips, his finger sliding inside her mouth, her lips parted, not stopping him, knowing it would be fruitless. He stroked his cock and held it up to her face, jumping as it felt her hot breath on it. He saw the look on her face, the look of disgust at the task she must perform. "Open your mouth, Melissa, open it real wide. Make an "O" with your lips and I will feed you hot, little mouth my cock." She opened her mouth, wider, seeing how big his cock was, only inches from her lips. Slowly he eased his hips forward, the head of the cock sliding along her lips. She could feel the wetness lingering on her lips, her tongue accidentally touching it, tasking the salty fluid. It was thick, sticking to her tongue. "Now run your tongue over it like a good girl." He moaned in pleasure as he felt her hot, rough tongue move over the head of his cock, small drops of cum coaxed from the tip. "Oh, yes, such a hot mouth you have Melissa. Keep doing that and tighten your lips around it. Then gently suck in, as your tongue licks it like a lollypop. You can do that, can't you, Melissa. Lick my lollypop?" She could not move her head, her mouth only a receptacle for his penis. She gagged at the first taste of his cum, the salty taste awful, refusing to go down, lingering in her mouth. It continued to leak into her mouth, her tongue seemingly dragging it out, unable to prevent it from dripping into her mouth. She felt him lift up his balls and rub them on her chin, his cock pushing farther into her mouth, her tongue now around the underside of his penis, licking and lapping at the hot flesh. "MMMMGGG," the pain returning to her breasts, his hands no longer idle, squeezing the whip globes painfully. "Suck, Melissa, draw it into your mouth. OOOH, yes, Melissa. Are you sure you haven't sucked a cock before. You're awful good at this for a virgin. You must have got it from your mother, I hear she was good at sucking cock." He pushed more of his cock into her mouth, banging against the back, making her gag. He would not throat fuck her this time. Next time. He wanted her to learn how to suck his cock first. She felt the penis sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue running up and down his penis. She could feel the ridges and bumps on it, the veins shooting out from the sides, the rim on the head. Her tongue found the hole at the end, the tip of her tongue running back and forth over it, tasting the salty fluid leaking out. She would do anything not to be whipped, even if it meant sucking his penis. She sucked in, feeling the heavy penis slide farther into her mouth, his hips urging it forward. She choked when it pushed too far, but she was bound too tightly to prevent it. Uncle Bill had never felt such pleasure before. His hands continued to squeeze her whipped tits, her mouth sucking him harder, hoping to make him cum and stop abusing her whipped flesh. She seemed to be drawing in his cock, the slurping sound as his cock thrust in and out her tightly stretched lips, her lips pursed to suck in the hard cock.

He pulled his cock from her mouth and fed both of his balls in, her cheeks swelling as they were filled with his cum swollen balls. Her tongue lashed out on his ball sack, sucking the heavily laden sacks in deeper. He was ready to cum, unable to prevent it, her mouth just too good. He pushed his cock back into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it, sucking the hard cock farther into her hot mouth.

"I'm going to cum, Melissa. Don't forget to swallow all of it. If you don't, I will whip you some more until I get hard again. Then you will suck my cock again until you learn."

"MMMGG," the only acknowledgment she could make, as she sucked his cock as best as she could. She had to make him cum so she could go. Her breasts hurt so badly, his fingers still inciting the pain from the whipping. She felt it push in deeper and then felt it shudder, his hips pushing forward, his cock banging against the back of her throat, making her gag. He pulled out a little, the bulbous head sitting on her tongue, shuddering as the first load of cum begin to shoot up from his balls. "GGGGRRGGLLE," the hot cum shooting into the confines of her virgin mouth, filling it rapidly with the salty, thick fluid. She swallowed once, the cum choking her as it slid slowly down her gullet into her stomach. She was afraid she would throw up.

It felt like she was sucking the cum from his balls, her mouth doing such delightful things to his cock. He shot his first load, hearing her gag as it shot to the back of her throat. Her tongue continued to lash at his cock, as she attempted to swallow his cum. Another shudder, his cock jerking as it spewed forth a ropey load of cum onto her tongue. Two more times he filled her mouth, hearing her swallowing before the next load filled her cheeks. A choke and a gag, but she still continued to suck, his fingers on her breasts coaxing her to perform as best as she could. Anything to make him cum and stop the molesting of her whipped breasts.

She finally felt it finishing, his cock now shrinking rapidly, not just a limp piece of flesh sitting on her tongue, the salty cum permeating her mouth. He pulled out, his hands pulling the leather straps from her body, her arms slumping down, the feelings have long gone from the bound appendages. He went back over to his chair and sat down, his cock happy and content, having dumped his load of cum deep into the hot confines of her young body. "You may go now, Melissa. I will see you next Friday," not even watching her as she dressed and hurriedly ran out the door.

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92. Forced to Be A Stripper

The John Mellen camp song was blaring loudly as Vanessa danced around under the lights. "I want you to dance naked, so I can see you, I'd like to get to know you, you don't have to act naughty." Her hips moving back and forth, synchronized with the strings of his guitar, a wanton display of simulated sex. "Spin it round and round, spin it round and round and round, I want you to dance naked." Vanessa twirled around, her unbuttoned blouse blowing out to the side, her bra barely able to contain her large breasts. Her head twirled in circles, her long brown hair fanning out as her head moved up and down. Her short, plaid schoolgirl skirt rose up high, almost to her waist, her black panties silhouetting her white thighs as she twirled sensuously.

The six men in the room watched the teenage girl perform for them. All of them were middle aged businessmen, except for Doctor Michael, a noted Hypno-Therapist. He had an uncanny ability to put young girls into a deep subconscious state. He could make them lose their inhibitions, all while they were conscious of what they were doing, but unable to stop themselves, unable to stop from performing whatever Dr. Michael ordered. No act of perversions the young girls were forced to perform were taboo. Vanessa was his latest patient. She had just turned 19. Very beautiful as the men all noticed, six large cocks erect, bulging their pants. She was five foot, eight, about 110 pounds, a slender girl. Her 34C's bounced up and down as she danced. Her green eyes stared at the men with a peculiar look, the men had seen it before with Dr. Michael's other girls. It was their brains fighting what their bodies were doing.

Vanessa couldn't control herself. The bright lights were shining on her body, the six older men sitting in front of her, their eyes peeled to her body as she danced; danced as she had never done before, without inhibitions, her clothes half off of her body. The music went straight through to her brain, John Mellen camp singing, "I want you to dance naked." She looked at Dr. Michael, her eyes pleading with him, but she could hear his voice, even over the loud bass of the song. "Take off your blouse." No, her eyes silently pleaded with him. She looked down at her hands, her fingers already unbuttoning the sleeves, her hands pulling the blouse off her shoulders and throwing it to the floor off to the side. Her face was flushed red in humiliation as she began to twirl around again, her hair swinging widely, brushing over her bosom as her hips moved back and forth. She arched her back out, humiliated as she saw how she looked, her large breasts thrust out as if she was trying to show them off to anyone watching. She bent at the waist, her heavy breasts hanging down, afraid that they would break free of the confines of the bra. She shook her shoulders, her breasts swaying back and forth, over half of the white flesh revealed to the men, the music providing the tempo for her gyrations.

Dr. Michael nodded to the other men. "Lovely girl isn't she? And such a nice body." He rubbed his hand over his hard cock as it strained his pants, Vanessa's eyes staring at his crotch. She looked up, embarrassed at being caught looking. "Your bra now Vanessa. Let these gentlemen see your lovely tits. Make them naked and then dance for us. Let us see them bounce."

Her back was arched, her proud breasts thrust up high as she fought the urges in her brain. She refused to do such a thing! They would have to bang her, strip her body naked. She wouldn't do it. She shivered as she felt fingers behind her back, fumbling with the catch of her bra, her hips gyrating wildly as she stood in place. Who was doing it? Looking down, her arms had disappeared out of sight behind her back, her own body betraying her again. NO! She silently screamed when she felt the sudden release as her bra swung loose. She felt her breasts swing down. The pendulous flesh was no longer in the tight, constraining device; the firm, teenage flesh not needing any support. They were not meant to be covered and supported. They were meant to be free and naked.

They watched her turn her back to them, her skirt pulled tightly over her firm ass, her hips swinging back and forth. Her back was almost naked, the bra strap hanging uselessly, the men eager to see her without the bra. Dr. Michael had told them about her breasts, wanting to see them in the flesh. She turned and flashed them a sexy smile, winking as she slowly let the bra slip down her arms, her palms moving up to take the place of it, her small hands barely able to contain them. She turned around suddenly, bent down into a deep knee bend, legs widely spaced, gyrated her pelvis back and forth, the men easily able to see up her skirt, then back up again. Her arms went quickly behind her neck, laced together, her back arched again, this time her breasts naked, thrust out in exhibition. Her light brown areolas were the size of silver dollars, the loveliest set of hard, pink nipples capped her firm flesh as he undulated before them, her breasts begin a gentle roll as she continued to dance.

No, she couldn't be doing this, looking down to see how hard her nipples were, her eyes moving to the men, their eyes pinned to her naked breasts. She tried to push her hands over her breasts, wanting to hide them from the men. She looked down, her hands had not moved, still thrusting her breasts out for them, her shoulders moving again, her naked breasts now moving slowly back and forth, unencumbered by the restraining bra. She looked like some kind of whore, stripping naked and dancing for the pleasure of the men.

* * * * *

It had started about a year ago. Vanessa had problems with boys. Boys and men. Her home life was miserable, mainly caused by men. Her father and brother both were constantly trying to molest her. So far Vanessa had successfully fought them off for over four years now, ever since her body began to blossom into womanhood. This hatred towards men had spilled over into her personal life, not dating, a virgin at eighteen, an introvert. While extremely beautiful with such a delicious body, she did not stray much outside of her room at home or her classes at school. Dr. Michael had been trying to treat her for over a year, finally convincing her mother to allow her to undergo a week of intensive hypno-therapy. Her mother, a weak individual, sexually submissive to her husband, had easily relented under Dr. Michael's dominant personality.

When she had first come to Dr. Michael, the first couple of sessions were very uninteresting, Vanessa saying very little, cowering in the chair before Dr. Michael. But Dr. Michael was interested in this girl. While dressed modestly, learning quickly to hide her body under loose fitting, drab garments, Dr. Michael could see the gentle swell of her ass as she walked, her breasts pushing out her top when she stretched her arms back. Dr. Michael was famous, or infamous depending on how you looked at it, in getting young girls to come out of their shells. He had an uncanny ability, perfected over the last ten years, to be able to hypnotize young girls and make them do things that were normally against their nature. He was often sent the most difficult, accepting only the attractive, more interested in their bodies than their minds. But his therapy did work, the girls would return home after just a week with a new found personality, more outgoing and more personable. And best of all, they remembered very little. Some flashbacks did occur in the girls, but it was easily explained as adolescent sexual fantasies, the girls often not even willing to tell anyone of what they thought they remembered.

Dr. Michael had brought in "investors" over a year ago. For a small sum of money, well maybe not so small as each one was required to pay $100,000 per year, they were allowed to participate in the week long "therapy" sessions and in some cases, might be allowed to participate in the weekly session. They were allowed to watch the girls "perform." And perform they did. Their minds tried to fight the urges and commands that Dr. Michael instilled in them, their bodies unable to resist the powerful subconscious commands. This is what the investors paid so much for, watching as Dr. Michael made the girls strip naked for them, their brains fighting their hands as they slowly stripped the clothes from their bodies; their skin flushed red in embarrassment as their clothes fell to the floor. Unwillingly spreading their legs, their own hand being used to put hard cocks into their virgin orifices, performing whatever perversion Dr. Michael could think of. And Dr. Michael was perverted, his cock always enjoying the girls to the fullest, with the others joining in, taking each girl; two, three, and even four men, stuffing all of her holes with their man sized cocks.

By the second month, Vanessa had at least begun to speak, but not telling much of her troubles, retreating into silence when Dr. Michael probed her for further details. "Vanessa, I'm going to hypnotize you. I think it will help your therapy immensely."

Vanessa sat up, a look of fear in her eyes. "Is it going to hurt?"

"No, in fact you won't remember anything. Can you relax your body?"

She was nervous, but her parents were forcing her to see Dr. Michael. He was rather handsome, in an older man sort of way. And very smart. Maybe he could help her. "Yes."

Dr. Michael put a bright, chrome metronome in front of her, the large hand moving back and forth, the gentle click of the metronome filling the air. He began to talk to her in a gentle, monotonous voice, more concerned with the sound than what he was saying. He watched her eyes intently following the metronome, her pupils moving back and forth, her brain fixating on the shiny hand, his voice and the metronome clicking a gentle monotonous sound that lulled her. He continued for ten minutes until finally her eyes began to slowly close, her chin lowering as she entered a trance. "Very good Vanessa. In a minute I'm going to wake you. You will do anything I say. Anything without question, your hands eager to carry out my bidding, ignoring what your brain might tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," her head still bowed down, her eyes closed.

"When you hear the word "cunt" your pussy will get wet. You will have very erotic thoughts and fantasies of being forced to sexually perform in front of strangers. You will find this very exciting and it will make your pussy cream. Repeat to me the word."

"When you say cunt my pussy will get wet," her face turning red in embarrassment. Even though her mouth said the words, her brain felt the humiliation of saying such naughty things in front of him. What made it even worse was what he wanted her to do when he said it.

"I want you to wake up now Vanessa." He smiled when her eyes opened.

"I'm sorry it didn't work. Maybe next time." It was as if it never happened as she continued to stare at the metronome. Dr. Michael turned it off, putting it back over on the other table.

He moved in front of her, as she remained sitting on the couch. He looked down at her, her green eyes staring back up at him. "Touch the front of my pants Vanessa."

Her eyes opened wide in shock. "What do you mean?" Her hands were already moving up towards his cock. She watched her hands reach out, cringing when she felt the hard, throbbing cock beneath his trousers. Why was she doing this? She could feel it jerk when her fingers moved over it. Her hand ran up and down the shaft that bobbed beneath her fingers, his pants holding it pinned in tightly. It must be over eight inches long and getting longer. Her fingers went to the tip and pinched hard, feeling it jerk. NO! She thought to herself. I can't do this, looking up into Dr. Michael's face, seeing the smirk, her face turning fiery red in shame as she saw her hands continuing. She thought she turned her head away to hide her shame, but instead her face moved to the front of his pants, her mouth moving up to the thick shaft her fingers outlined and she gasped as her mouth opened and her lips pressed over the cloth covered cock. She ran her mouth up and down the shaft as if she was eating an ear of corn, her teeth biting lightly on the shaft. Her lips got to the head, pressed tightly to it, biting harder through the pants as she nibbled on it as it throbbed beneath her lips. Her mouth was dry, the material of his pants soaking up all of her saliva.

"I bet that makes your cunt wet Vanessa?"

Vanessa closed her legs tightly, feeling like she had wet her pants. She felt a sudden rush between her legs, a wetness that began to spread, causing her panties to cling to her body from the moisture. Her hips began to squirm as the pleasurable feeling in her sex grew, a picture in her mind of Dr. Michael's cock in her mouth as she knelt before him, naked, his foot between her widely space thighs, his toes running up and down her slit. Her head bobbed up and down, the thick cock splitting her lips, the taste of cum lingering in her mouth as her tongue lapped over the hot flesh.

Dr. Michael saw her hips begin a gentle motion, knowing that she was trying to stimulate her pussy. He was sure that she was extremely wet, he could only fathom what the sexual image she had in her mind was, but he would wait until next time to find out. First he wanted some relief from the wanton display Vanessa was putting on with her mouth. "You need to feel my hot flesh," he ordered her.

She looked up, licking her lips, her eyes showing her confusion at his request. But her hands knew the answer, the sound of his zipper sliding down breaking the silence in the room. The vision of his cock in her mouth came back to her. She lowered her head so that he could not see her eyes, only to be confronted by her own hands pushing the pants off Dr. Michael. They reached around back, grabbing his ass cheeks through his shorts as the pants fell to his knees. Sensuously, they slid up the inside of his thighs as they moved toward the bulging pouch of his shorts. It felt like a hand on the back of her head, but she knew it was only in her mind as her face pressed forward again. Her mouth, unmistakably open, was again filled with cloth, this time only thin cotton, the hard cock throbbing beneath it. Her hand held the cock out so she could run her mouth up and down it, struggling to contain the jerking member with her small hands, her mouth bringing such pleasure to it. She nibbled on it again, her teeth now pressing deeper into the flesh, only the thin shorts stopping her from tasting the flesh beneath her.

Dr. Michael watched as Vanessa performed better than his expectations. He watched her bend his cock outward until it stood straight out, his shorts stretched to the breaking point, the bulbous head outlined clearly. You could even make out the hole in the tip, his shorts already wet with precum. He moaned loudly as her other hand cupped his heavy, swollen balls while he watched her mouth slowly engulf the cloth covered cock.

She couldn't do this! Her mind didn't comprehend her own actions, the cock continued coming closer to her, the smell of his sex permeating her nose. She felt the thin material of his shorts rubbing over her lips as they stretched wide around the hot flesh. She put two inches in her teenage mouth and then closed her lips over it, trapping it within the hot confines. The image of her fantasy returned, her head bobbing up and down in wild abandonment on his naked cock, kneeling so submissively in front of him, his toes masturbating her. She let her tongue run over the tip, feeling the wetness, the salty taste permeating her mouth, mixing with her saliva. She lapped at the hard cock until his shorts were wet with her saliva.

Dr. Michael almost regretted the next order, "Take out my cock and jerk it off on your face but don't put it into your mouth." He wanted to save her mouth for another time, wanting to see her humiliation as she was forced to swallow his hard cock deep in her throat.

She looked up again, her green eyes pleading, not sure why she was acting like this or why she was obeying his orders, but she let the cock slip from her mouth, her hands grabbing his shorts and yanking them quickly down to his knees. She was shocked at what she saw. All of the pictures in her sex education class were of a flaccid penis, not a large, throbbing cock like Dr. Michael's. It stood out over eight inches long, bobbing before her face, her tongue running over her lips as she saw it. The head was swollen, almost purple, a dark band running under the crown, a tiny hole in the center, slick with his juices. The shaft was covered in long protruding veins, Vanessa almost able to see them throb with the blood that forced it so erect. Her hand reached between his legs and cupped the heavy ball sack, feeling the heat, full of the semen that he intended to shoot onto her face. She gently squeezed, rewarded with a moan from Dr. Michael's lips, his cock jerking in pleasure. Another squeeze, this time harder and his hips began to push forward, his cockhead rubbing on her nose. She tightened her grip on his balls, pleased at how she was able to manipulate him so easy. Or was she? She couldn't understand how she instinctively knew what to do, how to make his cock jerk in pleasure so easily, even while her brain fought the impulses. She dared not look into his eyes, ashamed at what she was being ordered to perform. She opened her mouth into a wide O, wanting to take the cock into her mouth, but she found she couldn't move her head forward.

"No, you may not have my cock but you may suck on my balls." He watched as her head moved down, her mouth still open. Her head tipped back as she moved up until his ball sack began to enter her mouth, her lips spreading wide as she was forced to take in both of his balls. He heard her gag, her mouth filled with his hairy sack, tinkling the inside of her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a squirrel bringing nuts back to his nest. "Now stroke it nicely."

She gagged again, feeling loose hairs in her mouth, trying not to vomit as she realized that his pubic hairs were running around in her mouth. She could taste the murky mix of sweat on his balls that sat heavily on her tongue, pushing it to the bottom of her mouth, her oral cavity filled to capacity. She sucked in, feeling the ball sack pulled deeper into her mouth until she choked, the heavy sack banging against her tonsils. She could hear her own huffing as she was forced to suck all of her air through her nose, her chest rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. Her thoughts went back to her dream. Would this be how it felt when he pushed his cock down her throat? Would she be able to withstand the choking and gagging? Her hand moved up to the shaft above her face, her tiny hand barely able to encircle the girth. She let it slide up and down the shaft, her fingers tightened around it just as if it were her vagina sliding up and down the thick meat. She allowed her fingernail to scbang over the thick head as her hand slid over it, the sharp nail running over the piss slit. She felt it shudder, the head leaking on her fingers, making the journey up and down his shaft easier, sliding almost effortlessly on his semen.

He wouldn't be able to last long. Vanessa was jerking him off like a seasoned whore. His balls were compressed into her hot teenage mouth, her sucking driving the cum from his balls, ready to shoot. Her hands ran up and down his shaft, faster and faster, his body quivering when she let her sharp nails scratch painfully over the head, the masochistic thrill exciting him. "A finger in my asshole would be nice Vanessa. Massage my prostate when I cum."

How could he ask her to do such a filthy thing? She cringed at his command, ashamed at how she was performing, her innocent hands stroking his cock, her mouth overflowing with his balls as she continually gagged, each time feeling his cock jerk in pleasure. She pushed with her finger, finding his asshole, her hand spreading apart his cheeks until she found the rubbery opening. She had to fight his sphincter, as she slowly pushed her dry finger into the opening, his hips moving forward, his balls pushing farther into her mouth, feeling like they were going to be forced down her throat. She fought her own body, her mind unable to regain control. She felt her finger slide into his asshole up to the first joint, feeling his muscle tighten. She let it rub around the muscle, her other hand continuing the gentle masturbation of his cock, her mouth sucking his balls deep into the hot confines of her mouth. She gagged again. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. He was going to cum. She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him to release her from the control he had over her body, but he was too far gone, his eyes wide open in lust.

[Octane]

Forced to Be A Stripper - Part II

Dr. Michael couldn't believe how good she was considering she was still a virgin. She was using tricks that he had never felt the other girls use. He looked into her eyes, her mouth pulling on his balls, her fingers massaging his prostate, her sharp fingernail driving such exquisite feelings from his cock. He need to cum.

She felt his body shudder, a deep moan coming from his lips. She forced her finger deeper into his asshole, rewarded with the first load of cum driven from his balls. She felt it traveling up the thick shaft, her fingers sliding up and down his cock, milking the cum from his body. She looked straight ahead, only inches from the tip of his cock, her hands aiming the cockhead directly into her face. She cringed at the thought of what she was about to experience, the dream image of his cock in her mouth as he filled her oral cavity, bulging out her cheeks returning. She saw the first load of cum shoot out the tiny hole almost in slow motion. She cringed when she felt the hot, heavy fluid land on her nose, feeling like it was burning her flesh as her hands and mouth continued the masturbation. She moved the cock to her nose, sticking the piss slit into one of her nostrils, her hand stroking the cock, driving another load of cum from his balls. She coughed, the hot cum shooting up into her nose, shooting down into the back of her throat, gagging her. She couldn't breathe, her mouth and half of her nose filled with his sex, no choice but to swallow the cum that trickled down her throat. She was pleased with herself, remembering his order not to take his cock in her mouth, her nose allowing her to taste the salty fluids as it slid down her throat. Why was she doing this? Not only was she following his orders, she was even going beyond them, forcing her own body into perverse acts she'd never known before.

Michael shot two more loads of cum on her face, three loads total and one up her nose. Her continual hand job and the finger massaging his prostate kept his cock shooting cum until her face was covered in a thick layer of hot cum, shining in the bright lights of the room. She pulled his balls from her mouth, his sack covered in a slick film of saliva. His fingers ran over her face scooping up a bunch of cum and pressing it to her lips. A disgusted look came over her face, cringing, as she knew what he wanted her to do. Her tongue hesitantly moved out of her teenage mouth, a tiny pubic hair still on it as she licked up the thick gob of cum and sucked it into her mouth, a gag coming from deep in her throat as she was filled with the thick, salty fluid. He wiped more, her tongue returning to pick up the dreaded fluid he fed to her, pulling it into her mouth.

Her mouth was rapidly filling with the thick semen, unable to swallow it, gagging each time she tried to. The foul tasting fluid seemed to permeate every corner of her oral cavity, sloshing around, mixing with the abundance of saliva. Three times he made her lick the cum from her lips, three times she tried to swallow, each time almost vomiting as she did. She pulled her finger from his asshole with a loud pop, her other hand, slick with his cum, stopped stroking the flaccid cock. He stepped back, Vanessa bending over and spitting out the mouthful of cum onto the floor, choking and gagging as she did. How could she have done such a thing? Her mouth filled with the awful taste of his cum.

"Go into the bathroom and clean up," Dr. Michael ordered her.

She returned in minutes, her face fresh, a sweet smile in place. Dr. Michael was a pillar of propriety, his clothes back on, a look of contentment on his face. "That was a very productive session Vanessa. I think we learned so many new things about you and your abilities."

"Thank you sir," not sure why he said that, but knowing she had to leave. For some reason she felt humiliated, her face red in shame as she hurried from the room, her wet panties clinging to her sex as she walked. The next session with her was going to be even more enjoyable, he thought.

* * * * *

He watched as she slowly opened her dress, a plain white bra revealed, but it could do little to hide her cleavage, her chest already red in embarrassment as her hands refused her mind and began to strip. She stopped at her waist, looking up at him, awaiting further orders, hoping none would be forthcoming. "Slip it back Vanessa, let me see those lovely tits."

It was only days later when Vanessa returned. She had this distressed look on her face as she let the dress fall to the side, having to slide the material over her thrust out breasts, ashamed as Dr. Michael stared at them. She did as he said, putting her arms over her head, arching her back so that her breasts now stuck out boldly.

"Yes, such lovely tits Vanessa." He stood up, moving next to her, her eyes opened wide, like a frightened child. He bent over her, his hands seeking out her breasts, her back arching up higher to meet his hands.

She quivered when she felt his hands touch her breasts. She had pushed her breasts into his large palms, unable to stop herself. His hands encircled the globes, squeezing tightly on her flesh. His touch was harsh, not like a lover would do. She could feel her nipples begin to harden in her bra, ashamed that her body was reacting to what he was doing to her. She was not willingly submitting to him, he was taking her against her wishes, unable to stop him. She watched as his hands continued to molest her flesh, pushing her breasts out of the top of her bra.

"Do you like me handling your tits like this Vanessa? I hope so, because now I want you to remove your bra and let me see them naked. Reach back and let me see those lovelies." He removed his hands and stepped back, his hand moving down to his pants, letting the zipper run down.

She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, her eyes glued to his pants as Dr. Michael slowly withdrew his hard cock, his hand grabbing the throbbing flesh in his palm, stroking up and down as he watched her pull the bra off her shoulders. She put her hands over her breasts as she pushed the bra off, trembling at being almost naked in front of him. It was bad enough with Dr. Michael stroking his naked cock in front of her, now she was about to be half-naked also. Her hands were glued to her naked breasts, her hard nipples poking her palms. How could they get so hard from the forced stripping of her body? "No, I can't do it," she begged, his eyes staring back at her, knowing that she could not refuse, her mind unable to stop her body. She felt the cold rush of air on her naked chest, looking down, surprised to see her hands cupping her breasts as if offering them up for his approval. Her back arched, her nipples pointed up high, the dark areola's outlining the hard, pink nipples that darted out from the center. She blushed, her chest burned red as she saw his hand stroking his cock faster.

"Very good Vanessa. Now lie back down, hands over your head and stretch. Arch your back so that your tits stick out." She lay down, her arms automatically shooting over her head, her firm breasts pulled up, her nipples over an inch long and growing. Her body seemed to be getting aroused in spite of her protests.

She watched him slowly undress, removing the rest of his clothes. She could not take her eyes off of his cock or the large balls that swung below them. It was as if she was hypnotized by the sight. Her eyes widened in fear when he moved towards her, his cock bobbing up and down, the large head a dark, angry red. She could see tiny drops of fluid on the head, glistening in the bright lights. What was he going to do? "Please don't," she begged, not even sure what he was going to do, but his being naked scared her.

He moved down onto the couch, watching her eyes on his cock as he put his knees on both sides of her stomach, seeing her shiver when his hot balls rubbed over her stomach as he dragged them up. His cock jerked in anticipation, moving closer to her firm breasts. "I'm going to titty fuck you Vanessa. I'm going to slip by cock in your cleavage. Then I want you to grab both of your tits and wrap them tightly around my cock. Once you do that, I'm going to fuck you with my hips, driving my cock up and down inside your lovely teenage tits." He waited, her hands moving up as he moved in closer.

Her hands moved to cup her breasts from the side, jumping as she felt his hot flesh touch her silky breasts, feeling like it was burning her. She saw the head move over her skin, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum on her as he moved it to her cleavage. She pushed her breasts around his cock, trapping his thickness between her teenage breasts, her hands holding them harshly together, making sure that it was a tight fit. His fingers touched her nipples, sending a shiver through her body. He pulled on them, making them stretch, his strong fingers almost painful. But she could feel the wetness between her legs, not understanding how her body could betray her like this.

Michael poured some oil on his cock, dripping the greasy fluid over her breasts until they were slick. "Now hold tight," pumping his cock back and forth between her breasts, her eyes staring down as his cockhead pushed out the top of her tits, almost banging into her chin. He took long strokes, feeling her luxurious flesh running over his hard cock, her nipples occasionally touching his cockhead, making it jerk in appreciation. He saw her straining to keep her tits around his cock, his powerful strokes pushing hard. "How do you like being titty fucked Vanessa?" He gave an extra powerful plunge, his cock pushing out the other end, banging into her chin. He reached down with his hand, pushing her head down, lining up her mouth with the thrust of his cock. "Open your mouth Vanessa."

She struggled to keep his cock within the confines of her breasts, his punishing strokes making it difficult. Her nipples hurt where they were rubbed harshly or his hands pinched them. Her skin was turning red from the hard flesh that pushed back and forth, relentlessly. She looked at the cock as it pushed through each time, glistening in the light, a combination of the oil and pre-cum that dripped from the head. She felt his fingers on her head, forcing her to mouth to line up with the large cock between her breasts. No! What did he want from her now? Still, her mouth opened in response to his command, cringing at what he intended to do. She couldn't shut her mouth, a gaping hole, his cock aimed for it each time he stroked her. His heavy balls dragged on her stomach, the prickly hair irritating her flesh. How she wished he would cum, but with her mouth open now, she was afraid of where he would cum. "EEEEHH," she cried out as the head of his cock slipped into her mouth, filling it with the foul taste of cum and oil. But her lips gripped it as it pulled out, her tongue trying to run over the head, too late, his fucking getting faster and faster. Why was she doing such a disgusting thing?

"That's a good girl Vanessa, wrap those sweet lips around my cock when I fuck into your mouth. If you're really good I'll shoot my cum in your mouth," he laughed as he teased her, his cock thrusts becoming more urgent, the need to cum getting closer. He reached down with his hands, completely encircling hers, pushing her tits together closer, wanting the best titty fuck possible. "Now keep your mouth open and your head down. I'm going to blow my wad of cum all over your face."

She began to panic, trying to close her mouth, unable to control her own body functions, his hands holding her breasts tightly around the thick cock that continued to plunge up and down her cleavage. She felt him jerk, shoving his cock harder than before, sending it flying through her tits, the thick head popping out the other end. It almost looked like slow motion as she saw it jerk, the tiny slit in the head opening up. Then suddenly she was showered with his hot cum, the milky fluid shooting onto her innocent face. She felt it hit her lips and nose, sliding slowly down. She couldn't close her mouth as it dripped inside the hot confines of her oral cavity, mixing with her saliva to quickly spread to her tongue. She tasted the foul fluid, thick and salty. God, how many times was he going to do this to her, force her to taste his semen? Why couldn't she stop him from degrading her?

Dr. Michael pumped his cock back and forth, three loads of cum drenching her face and mouth, the look of disgust making his cock harder as he saw her tongue licking at her lips, drawing his cum deeper into her mouth. "Yes Vanessa, taste my cum again. Soon you will learn to suck my cock and make me cum in your teenage mouth. For now, you will have to be content with the taste of my juices." He finally finished, pulling his softening cock from her breasts, admiring her upper body and face covered with a thick coat of oil and cum, slowly dripping down as Vanessa was still frozen. He pulled off of her, making sure that he scooped up some cum from her face, pushing it into her mouth, making her lick it.

He finally got off of her, the taste of his cum filling her mouth. She looked down, her young breasts now red and abused, shining from the oil and cum lathered onto her flesh. She felt so ashamed, her body degraded, Dr. Michael performing such perversities on her innocent body, Vanessa not able to stop him or even herself from aiding him. She went to the bathroom again, cleaning up, returning to the room, Dr. Michael acting like nothing happened. Vanessa was afraid of coming back again, afraid of what he had in store for her next time. But she knew she had to, her brain unable to stop her.

* * * * *

Vanessa couldn't understand why she began to get aroused when she thought about her next session with Dr. Michael. Maybe it was the strange, erotic dreams she was having almost every night now. She would often wake up surprised to find her hand stuck inside her panties, her fingers wet. She could almost vividly see his cock, the dome shaped head, the veins running down the thick shaft, the heavy pair of balls, swollen with his semen. In her dreams, she was forced to service his cock with her hands, once even with her breasts, his cock thrusting between them, pumping his hips back and forth as if he was fucking. Each time, her face received his cum, the hot fluids dripping down, her mouth always having a lingering taste of his salty, thick cum. She looked forward to today's session, arriving early.

She was waiting in the lobby, another girl coming out, looking the same age. She had such a serene look on her face, a flushed glow about her. She smiled at Vanessa as she passed, then turning to Dr. Michael, "thank you Dr. Michael, I feel so much better."

"You're welcome. See you at your next session. Afternoon Vanessa. Come in." He stood behind her as she walked in, his cock already jerking as her hips swayed so seductively, her ass moving so sensuously. "You look very pretty today."

"Thank you Dr. Michael." She went to sit in her usual chair.

"No, I think you would be more comfortable on the floor Vanessa. More room for you to stretch out."

"But ..." she found herself sitting on the floor before she could even think of protesting, feeling a little uncomfortable down there.

Michael threw a pillow on the floor, "Put this behind your head and lie down flat."

She obeyed, seeing Dr. Michael move to the floor, kneeling beside her.

"Arch your back for me, stick out those lovely big tits," he ordered her, the look in her eyes priceless.

"WWWWHHHAAATT??," she exclaimed, finding her lower back off of the ground, her weight shifted to her shoulders, looking down, seeing her breasts thrust out so brazenly.

"Ask me to touch them Vanessa. You want my hands to fondle your breasts so bad, your cunt is wet."

She tightened her thighs, feeling her jeans pushed into her crotch. It felt like she wet her pants. She felt this tingling between her legs, the first stirrings of her arousal. She wished she could turn over, slip the pillow between her legs and rub herself. She didn't even care if Dr. Michael was watching, in fact the thought of it made her wetter. She arched her back higher, her breasts prominently display as she said, "please play with my tits," ashamed at her own words.

She shuddered as his large hands encircled her breasts, moaning as she felt her nipples harden, the male touch on them exciting her. "Harder," not even understanding what she was asking for. She was rewarded with a firm clenching of her breasts, his powerful hands compressing her teenage flesh. It felt like her nipples would explode. "The tips, squeeze them," turning red at what she was asking him to do. "MMMMM," she felt his fingers find her nipples, an easy task as they pushed sharply out on the sweater she was wearing.

"It would be easier if you were naked. Don't you want to show me your lovely naked teenage breasts?" He moved his hands away, waiting as he looked into her eyes, seeing the inner turmoil.

No, she couldn't, but she had already sat up, her arms pulling up the sweater, watching as her bra was slowly revealed, at least glad that she had worn a lacey black one today, contrasting sharply with her white cleavage that was so abundantly displayed. "Please don't make me do this," her back arching again, her breasts so prominently display. "Touch them," she begged.

"First your bra Vanessa. Get them naked for my fingers." He loved to see the confusion in her eyes as she fought her own urges.

She moved her hands behind her back, finding the clasp, quickly unsnapping it, watching as her bra slipped loose. Her hands moved to the shoulder straps, her eyes pleading with him and the control he had over her, letting the straps slide seductively down her arms. She looked down, her naked breasts heaving in lust. "Now please," she begged, pushing her naked tits in front of him. She remembered this dream she had, a man pushing his cock between her naked breasts, forcing her to squeeze them around his throbbing member as his hips pumped in back and forth. She could almost feel the hot cum shooting on her face. She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, her breasts clenched in Dr. Michael's hands, not like a lover, but one in lust, fingers tugging at her nipples. A delicious shiver ran through her as her nipples were teased by his squeezing and pulling on the sensitive tips. Her back arched out farther, pushing her full breasts into his hands, urging them to take further liberties with her firm flesh. She looked down, her pussy wet with excitement as she saw his fingers playing with her breasts, seeing his fingers pinch her nipples, then the sharp pain quickly rushing to her brain.

She had to, fighting back the urge, not wanting to degrade herself further, but out of her mouth came the words, "please suck on them, please." She saw his head move down, her vision blocked by the top of his head, feeling his hot breath blowing on her swollen tips. She moved her hands to his head, "please," pushing down until she felt a pair of wet lips wrap around one of her swollen buds, her body shuddering, a soft moan from her mouth.

Michael sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it, slapping it back and forth. Her hands held his head tightly, forcing it down on her teenage breast as if he was nursing.

She shuddered again, his other hand sliding down her naked stomach, her pussy juicing as she prayed for him to continue. His head moved between her breasts, feeling the sharp stubble of his beard scbanging along her tender flesh. It hurt when his stubble rubbed her sensitive nipple, the pain quickly erased as his mouth encompassed the other tit, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth like a giant vacuum, his tongue playing over her areola and nipple, lathering it with his hot saliva.

Michael pulled back, looking down at her teenage breasts, glistening with his saliva, her nipples now a dark red, swollen with lust. He could see it in her eyes, her body aroused. "Your jeans now Vanessa. Unbuckle them and pull the zipper down. Let me see your lovely panties."

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Forced to Be A Stripper - Part III

Vanessa no longer cared, wanting to tear off her clothes for him, her fingers moving quickly to her jeans, the snap unbuttoned, the zipper noisily pulled down, spreading them back so Dr. Michael could see her blue panties, a silky thong that she wore today. She could not longer contain her emotions, her arousal getting the best of her.

"Raise your ass up and pull down your jeans to your knees Vanessa. Let me see that lovely pussy nestled beneath your panties. Tease me."

He wanted her to act like a whore, slowly stripping for him, degrading herself. She felt her jeans sliding down her legs, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her body still on fire. She stopped at her knees, more embarrassed to be partly dressed, her jeans trapping her legs like a rope would do. She looked up at him, his eyes staring between her legs, her panties already wet, humiliated at being treated like this, ashamed at how her body was betraying her. She shivered when his hand moved down the flat plane of her stomach, moving slowly downward, sucking in her stomach as his fingers played over her belly button ring. He traced a finger along the waist of her panties, teasing her, seeing tiny goose bumps appear on her tanned flesh. She didn't know how much longer she could stand his teasing fingers.

Michel let his fingers slip under the top band of her panties, her skin beneath warm, sliding lower until he came to her bush, neatly trimmed into a triangle. He felt her hips moving up, urging his fingers downward. "Do you want me to touch your pussy Vanessa?"

He was going to make her beg again. An older man making her beg to have him touch her teenage body. How could he do this to her? "NNoo," she murmured, but her hand was already moving down to his, placed on top, pressure moving it downward, pushing his hands towards her pussy. She tilted up her hips, almost driving her sex into his waiting fingers. "MMMMM, God, please," when she felt his finger running down her slit, not touching her clit, but quickly moving between her pouty lips, spreading them apart, embarrassed because she knew she had found out how wet she was.

Michael watched as she tried to spread her legs, her jeans preventing her, the look of anguish on her face as his fingers began to run up and down her slit, his fingers slick with her juices. She might be protesting, but her pussy definitely desired his fingers. He would soon find out if it had the same feelings for his cock. "Take off your jeans, Vanessa." He watched her quickly strip off her jeans, taking his hand and placing it back into her panties, her eyes wide open in lust. Her legs were now spread wide, giving him complete access to her sex.

How could she? Acting like a whore and stripping off her jeans, so eagerly wanting his hands back that she actually grabbed one hand and shoved it harshly into her panties! She almost came when she felt his fingers return to her pussy, this time her widely spaced thighs giving him greater access to her slit. God it felt so good as her hips began to move back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his fingers that split her lips apart. "AAAAH," his fingers finding her tight opening, two fingers sliding easily in, her juices coating the digits that plunged inside.

"Now your panties Vanessa, take them off, show me that pretty pussy," Dr. Michael ordered her, his hands almost ripping her panties as he fingered her tight pussy.

She knew that once they were gone, there would be nothing to stop him from further ravishing her body, feeling embarrassed to be naked in front of him, still not fully understanding why she continued to obey him. She only felt a desire between her legs that needed quenching, his fingers making her so aroused, needing to be satisfied. She looked into his eyes as her hands moved down to her panties, gripping them tightly, lowering them down her sleek flanks, his eyes following her every movement.

"Good girl, now bring your legs up and part them wide, spread your pussy open for me." His eyes watched as she hesitated, finally her legs moving up, and slowly began to part, her pussy lips parting, her wet pink insides glistening in the brightly lighted room. He smiled, her eagerness her downfall. It was time to fuck her. "Take out my cock, Vanessa."

She looked up at him. Was he going to fuck her? Her hands already moved down to his pants, unbuckling them, her fingers finding his zipper, feeling his large cock throbbing beneath the straining pants. She let her fingers touch it, her hand molded around the hard cock, letting her fingers slide up and down the shaft, feeling it jump and quiver beneath her touch. How could she act like such a whore? His cock felt huge beneath her little hands, pulsating beneath her fingers as she stroked it, feeling it jump and twitch beneath her touch. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts, almost jerking back when she felt the hot flesh burning her fingers. She heard him moan softly, pleased at what she was doing to him. Her fingers became more insistent now, the thought of being fucked slowly slipping from her thoughts, just thinking of the pleasure she was bringing to him.

Michael watched as her hands slipped inside his shorts, grasping his cock, her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. "Pull down my shorts Vanessa," watching as her eyes opened wide again, knowing that her brain was unable to control what her hands were doing. He lifted his hips up as she slipped his shorts down, his cock popping free, jerking up and down.

It was so big, the head an angry red, the shaft covered with heavy veins that ran up the sides. She let her hands slip below, cupping the huge balls that hung down, feeling the heat of his body as her small hand cupped one ball, squeezing it, seeing his hips rise up. NO! She couldn't, her head moving closer, her mouth already opening. NOOO! She felt the hot flesh touch her lips, a faint taste of salty fluid on her lips. She let her lips enclose the bulbous head, her tongue tentatively reaching out, rubbing over the head. She tightened her lips when she felt it jerk in her mouth, her tongue running over the head, slipping down beneath the dome shape, running under the ridge. She turned red when she saw him looking at her, imagining how she must look, his cock in her mouth, twitching and jerking. How could she suck his cock as if it was a lollypop?

Michael was pleased with her, the look of anguish in her eyes as her mouth so eagerly sucked his cock. She might not like it, but she was good at it, her hot mouth engulfing his cock, her tongue so eagerly playing over the flesh that filled her mouth so fully. He pushed with his hips, watching his cockhead push out the sides of her cheeks. "Take it deeper Vanessa."

She felt his cock pushing into her mouth, afraid of his command, but her head moved forward, seeking to take it deeper, gagging as it pushed to the back of her throat. She looked up at Dr. Michael, a smile on his face as she knew that she would have to go deeper, in spite of the choking and gagging she was already experiencing. Her throat revolted, choking, opening up as the huge bulbous head of his cock slowly slid down the saliva coated tract, filling her tiny throat with his pulsating flesh.

Another gag, his cock jerking in appreciation as her throat spasms brought such pleasure to his cock. It was almost as good as a tight pussy, but not quite. He needed to seek the hot, tight depths of her virgin pussy. He looked down to see tears running down her cheeks, partly from the humiliation of being forced to suck his cock, partly due to the choking she was experiencing from being throat fucked. He pulled his hips backwards, his saliva drenched cock slipping from her lips.

"Lay back, Vanessa. Bring your legs back and spread them really wide. It's time to lose your virginity and learn how to fuck."

No she couldn't. She had fought so long to preserve her virginity, fighting off her own family, her brother and father always trying to molest her, always trying to get into her pants. Even the boys at school, each eagerly seeking to take her prized possession. How could she do it now? To a doctor, an older man that had no interest in her except for sex. She fought the desires that pulsated through her body, the unexplained feelings that kept driving her lower into the depths of depravity, her mouth still tasting of the salty fluids that leaked from his cock. She looked down, on her back now, her naked body spread before him in all her splendor. Her breasts rose and fell, her heavy breathing breaking the silence in the room. Her nipples stood out hard, almost aching, a gentle breeze across them sending shivers through her body. She looked down farther, seeing her legs spreading wide, her pussy lips spreading apart, her juices glowing in the bright lights. Dr. Michael stood over her, watching as she slowly revealed her virgin pussy, his cock bobbing up and down, his hand gripping the shaft, sliding up and down as he watched her.

He could barely make out her vagina, the tight, dark hole just a tiny indent. His cock would soon change that. He moved down, kneeling between her legs. He touched her legs, urging them up, making her bend her knees, bowing her legs outward, her sex now fully exposed. "Spread wider, pull your legs up. Let me see that virgin pussy that I am going to deflower."

Her eyes begged him no, but her legs would not obey, slowly spreading wider, feeling his knees pushing outward on her tender thighs, her legs slowly bending and moving higher. She looked down, her legs spread obscenely, her pussy lips already spread back, able to see her pink inner pussy. She looked up at him, his hand fisting the giant cock, the dark red helmet on it so menacing. The head already glistened with his pre-cum, his hand stroking it up and down. She couldn't believe it, it even grew bigger as he stroked it. It would never fit! "No, don't do this to me! Don't fuck me," she blurted out in protest.

"Why Vanessa, I wouldn't do such a thing. You're going to do it. I want you to take your soft little hands and wrap them around my cock. Then rub the thick head up and down your juicy slit. Get it nice and wet. I know your pussy is wet. You want to get fucked."

She sat up, her hands reaching out as she said, "no, I can't do that," but her hands continued to move, shivering when they wrapped around the hot, throbbing flesh. She could feel it pulsating in her hand, jerking as she tightened her grip, already moving up and down the thick shaft. It was so big, her hand barely able to wrap around it, moving up and down passing over the thick ridge of the head, seeing his sticky fluid leaking out the tip. Her finger rubbed over the tip, feeling the slick fluid touch her fingers. It made it easier to slide up and down the shaft.

"Now rub it up and down your wet little slit Vanessa."

Her hand was already moving it down, feeling it bend, her legs spreading wider as it came closer. "MMMMM," she moaned as it touched her flesh, feeling like it was burning her; the hard, throbbing member jerking as it touched her. "NNNNO," she cried, tears falling from her eyes as she saw him watching her degrade herself. She could feel the hard cock slide easily up and down her slit, her juices flowing freely now, the pulsating flesh slippery.

"Yes Vanessa, your body wants it. Let it slide back, feel my cock on your tiny asshole."

Her face couldn't mask the disgust she felt when she heard that. Her asshole! What was he thinking of doing? Her legs spread wider, her cheeks spreading apart, unable to stop the thick cock from sliding down between her legs, moving up. "GGGGHH," she cried out when she felt the hot flesh touch her anus. She could feel her anus pulsating as it was touched for the first time. "NNNO, don't make me," she cried, even as her own hand pushed harder on the head of the cock.

"Such a good girl Vanessa. How do you think it would feel to have my cock up your tight little asshole Vanessa? Would you like that? Push a little harder, feel how much it would have to stretch to take just the head inside," he taunted her.

How could he even want to do such a thing to her? She grunted as her hand pushed on the cock, straining to force the bulbous head inside her anus. She felt a burning, her anus slowly forced to open as her own hand began to push the hard cock inside her. "NO, NO!"

"Time to lose your virginity Vanessa. Take my cock and put it into your vagina." Dr. Michael made his cock jerk, feeling the tightness of her asshole. I'm going to have to fuck her asshole today. It's just too tight to pass up, he thought.

She felt her hand fisting his cock, her tiny palm barely able to go around the hard shaft as she pushed harder, her hips rising up as it banged painfully at the gate of her sex. How could it fit inside her tiny vagina? She felt him pushing down, seeing the smirk on his face as she helped him take her virginity, her hips pushing against the hard shaft. She felt her vagina stretching to take it inside her, grunting as it slowly spread her open. "AAGGH," she cried out, her hips driving up and pushing his hard cock inside, the thick head slippery with her juices finally forcing inside her, her vagina gripping tightly on the bulbous head. "Don't move!" Vanessa cried out, a single tear falling from her eye, knowing that the end of her virginity was near.

"What a tight, hot pussy Vanessa. Now push again, let me sink my cock inside that sweet virgin pussy." Dr. Michael smiled as he looked down at her, the searching eyes attempting to try to fathom why she was doing what she was, afraid as she felt for the first time a hard, throbbing cock at the entrance to her virgin passage.

Her hips moved in circles, the throbbing cockhead trapped in her tight hole. It was so big. How could she take the huge member inside her? Even worse, she knew that he intended to fuck her; that was even more frightening. It was so long, thick veins running up the shaft, the ridge running around the massive head would rub her tender passage as it plowed in and out her virgin pussy. She felt her hips moving up from the floor, arching up to receive his weapon. She couldn't help herself, feeling her vagina slowly forced to engulf the huge cock, spreading her legs out farther, anything to stop the terrible pressure of the pulsating flesh that was embedded in her virgin pussy. "NNNOO, it's tooo big," she cried, her face showing her anguish as she fucked herself for the first time, forced by his unseen power to control her body. But all he did was smile down at her, looking between her legs.

Dr. Michael watched her pussy slowly swallow his cock, feeling it bang against the tiny barrier that was her hymen, knowing that he would soon take her cherry. Better yet, she would be the one that was doing it, always remembering how she lost her virginity to an older man. He made his cock jerk inside her, feeling her vaginal walls clinging so tightly to his flesh, squeezing the blood from the head. He had to fight the urge to cum, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his hard cock, massaging it with her silky insides. "Push real hard Vanessa," slowly drawing his cock from her pussy until it was barely grasped by her tight hole, getting it ready for the final fuck that would deflower her. "Now Vanessa," he shouted at her, seeing her body react to the loud boom of his voice.

His voice scared her, the demanding tone forcing her to drive her hips up with an urgency that she couldn't understand. She gritted her teeth, knowing that his cock would rip through her hymen, forever taking her virginity by force, an unseen mental force that radiated throughout her body driving her into the depths of depravity. "EEEH," she screamed through her clench lips, her scream muffled as his lips crusher hers, the pain shooting through her loins, his cock tearing her hymen in a powerful thrust of her own hips, the giant head of his cock tearing into her virgin passage.

He was pleased, the scream that he had heard so many times when a virgin is deflowered almost made him cum, his lips clasped tightly to hers, making sure that he didn't miss the climatic moment when she lost her virginity. She was so tight, his cock barely able to get inside her. His cock jerked in appreciation as her pussy clamped down tightly on it, squeezing it. He saw the tear in her eye as she realized what had happened to her.

How could this have happened? She had been saving herself for so long, refusing the countless number of boys that were always trying to talk their way into her panties. And now it was gone, gone to an older man that didn't love her, only wanting to fuck her. And to make it worse, she had helped him. Helped him to take her priceless virginity. She was brought back to the sudden reality when she felt the hard, thick cock begin to enter her, Dr. Michael beginning to fuck her. God, it felt huge, her pussy clinging to it, trying to stop it from entering her deeper, his powerful thrusts no match for her. She bowed her legs out to the side but just made it worse, his hips able to slide between her legs easier, able to use his strength to pump her with his cock. She felt it dragging out, almost as painful as the entry then the sudden rush back inside that almost took her breath away.

He loved the look on face as he fucked her for the first time. Her lips were clenched tightly, her eyes almost staring blankly as he pumped her with his cock, feeling the tightness of her silky walls gripping his cock. She even allowed him greater access to her, spreading her legs wider. He reached down, his hands gripping her behind the knees. "Spread your legs wider Vanessa. Don't worry it will feel good in a minute. You just need to get used to having a big cock inside you." He heard her grunt as he pushed in harder, over half of his cock inside her.

His hips began to move faster, his powerful hands gripping her legs behind the knees, thrusting them up higher, the plane of her sex now so open to him. She looked down, shocked at the spectacle of her ravishment, Dr. Michael using her body like a three-dollar whore while all she could do was take his powerful thrusts inside her once virgin pussy. She could almost feel every bump, vein and lump on his cock as he plunged it in and out her tight pussy, each time he went deeper. "AGGH," she cried as his hips pushed forward, his stomach slapping against hers, feeling his heavy balls smack on her anus. She had never felt so full, his thick, throbbing organ buried inside her, twitching and jerking in pleasure. She could feel her pussy walls involuntarily clinging and clenching on his cock.

It felt like a silky glove clinging to his cock, his cock buried deep inside her hot, tight pussy. She had all of it inside her, a look of utter amazement on her face as his cock throbbed inside her. He made it jerk, seeing the surprised look on her face as it came alive. He couldn't wait any longer, slowly drawing his cock out of her pussy, her pussy clinging to it as if she didn't want him to leave, until only the head was enclosed inside her, her tight hole gripping him just under the ridge of his cock. He looked down, his cock sporting a sheen, six inches waiting to push back in. He didn't want to disappoint her, thrusting inside her to bury all of his cock in one powerful motion, the air forced from her lungs as his body laid on hers; her cervix receiving the punishing cockhead as his cock lay buried inside her. He saw her ragged breathing as she tried to come to grips with her first fuck. He didn't have time to wait, drawing it back out, then back in again, beginning a fucking that made her tits bounce on her chest as she lay there, spread open for his pleasure.

It began to feel good, his cock sliding in and out, her pussy getting used to having something so big inside her. This was different from her usual masturbation, his cock was dragging along her clit, feeling much better then her fingers. She was just embarrassed at how she was so exposed and her acceptance of the situation. She began to push up on her hips, meeting his downwards motions, her pussy now receiving more powerful strokes. She looked away from Dr. Michael, not wanting to see his look as he felt her responding to his fucking of her pussy, but she couldn't stop any longer.

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Forced to Be A Stripper - Part IV - LAST

Michael was pleased with how she was responding. It was no longer his mind control, she was enjoying it. She met his movements with her own, their bodies clashing with powerful thrusts, the sound of slapping flesh ringing out in the room. His hands moved under her ass, his large hands each gripping her cheeks tightly, forcing her ass up even higher, feeling her muscles in her ass cheeks tighten. She was taking the strokes from his big cock with ease now, his cock sliding up and down her slick pussy. He moved his body, his head easing down to her chest, his mouth seeking out and finding her breasts. His lips touched her nipple, her back arching up, thrusting her tits into his mouth. He clamped down tightly on the hard bud, sucking it deeper into his mouth while his tongue played across it, slapping at it with his wet flesh.

God, what was he doing to her? His mouth sucked her breast as a baby would do, her nipples hardened by his mouth and tongue as his cock continued to fuck her. His hands gripped her ass, forcing her up to take his powerful strokes deep inside her, knowing that she couldn't last much longer. "MMMM," she moaned, not even caring any longer, just wanting to have an orgasm.

Michael moved from one breast to the other, his hand rubbing one nipple while his mouth sucked the other, keeping her body sexually aroused. He wanted to make her cum, feeling her body responding. He pulled up on her ass, forcing her to take his cock deeper, her moans signaling that she was ready. One last thing before he made her cum, his hands moving under her, sliding closer together, pulling her cheeks apart as he fucked her. He felt her trying to jerk away as his fingers moved over her anus, fingers on each side, knowing that she would never had allowed anyone to touch her there, his fingers the first to touch the tiny hole.

"NNNO, PLLLEASSE NO," she cried out when she felt his hands sliding along her ass. Why would anyone want to be touched there? She fought, but she was pinned beneath his large body, her legs pulled wide, unable to stop him from having his way with her. She squirmed but all that did was drive his cock to rub along her clit from a different angle, bringing her closer to the orgasm that she needed so badly now. She felt the finger touching her anus, surprised at how different it felt, sending a tingling feeling along her spine, the thick finger tapping at it. She felt him pump his hips harder, driving his cock deeper into her pussy, his finger poised at her anus. She didn't want him to touch her there, fearing how far he would go, but she couldn't stop him, her arms unwilling to move to stop him, waiting for what was the inevitable time when he would force his finger inside.

Her pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, the tightness milking him, knowing he would have to cum soon. He was still driving her hips up with his hands, making her take deep, hard strokes, loving the way her breasts bounced as he fucked her, her eyes wide open, her breathing heavy. She would cum soon. But first, his finger moved towards her anus, feeling her body tensing up, her pussy gripping his cock so hard he could barely stroke it in and out of her pussy. If she hadn't been so wet, he would have had trouble fucking back in. "Now I want you to ride my cock hard Vanessa," smiling as he let his finger slowly enter her anus, seeing the look on her face as she suffered the fingering of her most intimate opening, the tiny hole forced open by his thick, powerful finger. She arched up, trying to escape the finger, only driving his cock deeper inside her, his fingers giving her no way out, moving with her, pushing harder.

She could feel the strange burning in her anus as his dry finger slid into her rectum, unable to control her own sphincter as it clenched and unclenched on his finger involuntarily. She wagged her hips to the sides, hoping to escape the finger, his hard cock rubbing along her clit, moving her closer to the orgasm that she needed so bad. "NNNO," the finger digging into her butt deeper, feeling it bend inside her, knowing that it was at least up to the knuckle, stretching her open from the inside. Why was he doing this to her? She began to buck her hips up and down, she had to make him cum quickly. And herself too.

He was ready, her fucking driving him to an orgasm, his balls tingling, ready to pump her pussy full of his hot cum. He shoved his finger in deeper, burying the entire finger in her asshole, bending and twisting it, making her hips go into wild gyrations as she fought the intrusion up her backside. "Cum with me Vanessa," he cried out as his balls emptied his cum into Vanessa, his cock buried deep inside her, spraying her insides with his hot, salty cum.

Her jerking hips kept driving their bodies together, her pussy rubbed and smashed by their bodies as she fucked him, his cock feeling so good as it filled her pussy. Only her asshole hurt, his finger buried deep inside her, moving around inside her, forcing her to move around frantically, attempting to escape the finger forced so deep inside her asshole, her sphincter fighting to push it out. "NNNOO," she cried as she came, forced to cum after Dr. Michael took her virginity, forced to cum with while being fingered in her asshole. Her orgasm hit her like a train, her pussy filled with his hot cum, shooting deep inside her, bathing her pussy for the first time, shuddering as she felt his fluids shoot deep inside her once virgin passage. His finger kept her hips moving, jerking back and forth, driving a second orgasm from her inexperienced body, his cock still dumping his cum inside her.

Dr. Michael finally slumped down on Vanessa, his finger pulled from her asshole with a loud pop that embarrassed her. He pulled his cock from her pussy, cum flowing freely out of her hole to dribble beneath her, her eyes closed, humiliated that she had cum with him. He got up, leaving the room, leaving her on the floor still naked. She quickly dressed and left.

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"I want you to dance naked, if you like I'll join you, I want you to dance naked, I want to enjoy your body," the Mellencamp song still blaring. She pulled her panties down, her eyes on the men that watched her, embarrassed as she was naked in front of them, her shaved pubes giving them a clear view of her vulva. She couldn't help herself, Dr. Michael somehow controlled her body, her legs and hips moving to the beat of the music. She moved over to the pole, the shiny metal pole rising up from the floor like a giant phallic symbol. She moved her legs to both sides of it, her pussy pressed forward into the cold metal, feeling the hard, unyielding object press between her tight pussy lips, pushed apart to touch her wet inner pussy. She humped the pole, her juices glistening on it in the bright lights that highlighted her naked body as she danced, humping it as if it was a throbbing cock.

She dreaded when the song would stop, Dr. Michael telling her that once she had aroused the men, she would have to service all of them with her body. It was bad enough when Dr. Michael had taken her virginity, but he had told her that these men wanted something different. They wanted to sodomize her, take her in her tight asshole. Dr. Michael's fingers were bad enough, she didn't know if she could take a cock up her backside. But she didn't have time to think about it now, doing a deep knee bend, pushing her ass back at the men, feeling the cool air conditioned air in the room touch her exposed anus, knowing that she was arousing them, knowing that they were all imagining how it would feel to have their cock sheathed in her hot, tight asshole. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. Soon I'll find out, trembling at the thought of taking so many cocks up her asshole.

Dr. Michael just smiled at her, making her body perform for him, pleased at how well she was doing, seeing the confused look on her face as she bared her most intimate body parts to the strange men that stroked their cocks at the thought of how lucky they were to be able to sexually have this lovely, young girl.

The End

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93. Precious Things - PART I

I stood in the shower, the hot water running off my naked body as I thought of last night. My hand strayed down between my thighs, finding my pussy already wet, not from the shower, but the thought of lasts night encounter with Michael. It was everything that I had thought it could be. My fingers lightly rubbed my clit, still swollen from last night and the feelings began to come back to me. I had had sex with others, mostly my own age, but I had never made love like I did last night. And to someone so much older then I am! The others had never turned out well. It was usually a quick encounter, with my partners wanting to satisfy their lusts first and then too tired or uninterested to make sure that mine had also been satisfied. I had tried to keep them interested, using my mouth to bring them back to erection, but once they felt my sweet lips wrapped around their cocks, it only made them more excited to finally dump their cum on my face, refusing to swallow anyone's cum.

It had begun about a three months ago. It was early April in sunny, Southern California. I am a senior at a large, private university close to the ocean. I'm 24, 5'3", 125 pounds, shoulder length hair and dark eyes. And yes, I am also Latina. I spent a couple of years after high school trying to find myself. When that did not succeed, I went back to school, hoping to find something that would interest me. I lived in Texas but the best business school I could get into was in Southern California and the weather was certainly better then Texas. I have been studying business and with only two months before graduation I was getting anxious about a job. The economy still sucks and with my student loans totaling over $50,000 I was getting desperate. I had done most of the usual things to get a job and I was now doing the "job circuit". That was the long list of "business functions" that the school sponsored to put together the students and the business leaders in the area.

My love life and sex life, not necessarily mutually exclusive was about as good as my job prospects. It's not that I am a virgin, having slept with a number of men or boys, depending on how you look at them, it's just that all of my relationships have been less then perfect. It seemed that I have a perchance of picking losers or they pick me, not sure which. All of the men in my life are my own age, not unusual, but they all lacked any imagination or future. An intelligent conversation with them would be "what position would you like to be fucked in, missionary or doggy style". For the last four months I had completely given up on men, devoting all of my time to graduating and finding a job. Maybe a job would give me a new list of candidates to date with better qualifications.

I was getting ready for the second dinner function this week. It never hurt to look good and I could do that very well. I dressed in a black skirt, not too short, but it did cling to my ass, one of my finer attributes. I wore a white, silk blouse, button down, with the top two buttons undone. While my breasts were not exceedingly large, they did afford an ample display of cleavage. A pair of moderately high heels accented my legs. Silk bra and thong panties, while not overtly displayed gave me that inner sexy feeling. It felt like summer coming already, so I did not grab a coat, even though the temperature in Southern California dropped 15 degrees at night and headed out to the campus hall for the dinner. If nothing else, at least I would get a good meal out of it and not have to put up with the pawing of some immature boy hoping to get lucky, feeling that I should put out to pay for the dinner.

It looked like any of the countless other dinners that I had attended in the last two weeks. A one-hour cocktail hour, two-hour dinner, interrupted by a half- hour of some "important" business leader spouting off about something and that was it. I had learned early on that the most important thing to do at the cocktail hour was finding a good table, filled hopefully with your next boss. I grabbed a quick glass of white wine and set about to find an interesting circle, a group of people locked into a conversation. I was not shy and could quickly melt into a group, my confidence letting me jump into almost any conversation with authority. I might not know everything, but I could exude enough "buzz" words to make it sound like I did.

I was already on my second group, ready to move onto the third when I saw him, stopping in mid-conversation. Luckily no one was paying much attention and it continued on without me as I stared at him. Or I should say, stared back at him, as his eyes, dark, menacing blue eyes pierced my being. He must have been about forty-five, anyone over thirty seemingly old to me and hard to judge age. About 5'10", he was very well built, tanned completion with fairly long, but well cut sandy brown hair, blonde highlights throughout probably caused by the excess of sun here. He was dressed immaculately, wearing a tan suit with a black pullover. It was not off the rack, but obviously custom tailored to his body because it fit him like a glove. Now I am not usually attracted to older men, my father probably only older by about 10 years, but this man exuded a certain allure that made me weak in the knees and no one had ever done that to me. I blushed as our eyes met. My knees shook, almost unable to support me as I saw him move towards me, his eyes still on me, a smile on his face, approaching me confidently. I stood, staring at him, unable to move, unable to do anything, almost as if he had hypnotized me. Snap out of it, Jessica, the man's almost as old as your father. You're looking for a job, turn on the charm.

"Hello, I am Michael. I couldn't help noticing you. I am a member of the Board of Directors of the University, so I attend a number of these functions and I could swear I saw you last week at one of these. I never forget a beautiful woman," his charm showing.

"Thank you for the compliment, and yes I was here last week, but I do not remember seeing you," smiling, looking at those gorgeous blue eyes, noticing that they seem to be taking in her ample cleavage. I blushed again, lowering my eyes.

Michael took note of her recognition of his gazing at her breasts, but continued to stare. While he did date often, most were all of his social status, rich, beautiful, educated woman more his own age. Here was a beautiful, fresh faced girl, innocent of the real world with a body that already caused a stirring in his loins. Stop acting like a dirty old man, he thought. "Well, obviously I did not make a very good impression, so I must try to make amends. Would you care to join me at my table? The Dean of the business schools, the Chairman of Qualcomm, Isis Pharmaceuticals, Callaway Golf and SAIC are all going to be there. Maybe this week I will catch your attention," a slight chuckle coming out. "If you're looking for a chance at a job, this is your opportunity."

I don't care if he is looking at my boobs, it's not that I didn't dress to show them to their advantage. A woman needs to use all of her assets. If it takes my boobs to get them to notice my brains, so it will be. Trying to act nonchalantly, "thank you, that would be very nice."

"And your name is?"

Almost stuttering, I blurted out, "I'm sorry, how rude of me, my name is Jessica. I'm a senior and yes I am looking for employment for when I graduate," trying to not act desperate.

"Can I get you another glass of wine before we sit down?"

"Yes, thank you," feeling his hand moving up to my arm, touching me lightly as he gently pulled me over to the head table. My stomach fluttered, my heart skipped a beat when I felt his fingers touch my flesh. I felt a slight shiver run through my body, goose bumps appearing on my arms. I flushed as I looked down, my nipples poked out the front of my silk blouse. No one had ever done this to me before, I did not know how to react.

"Are you cold, would you like my coat? Michael's eyes gazed down at the goose bumps on her arms, but could not help but notice the protruding nipples pushing out that gorgeous white silk blouse. He knew that he had a strange effect on woman, but he had never seen anything like this before.

I looked down as we walked over to the table, not wanting to see his face, afraid that he saw my nipples. Please, please go away, but the more I wished them away, the harder they became. "No, it was just a breeze from the air conditioner over there, it is much better here," trying to bring my arms up to cover my breasts without being too obvious. It did not work, only making it more obvious, so I put her arms down, my nipples still pointed and erect. He pulled out my chair and my skirt rode up my legs as I sat down. He pushed the chair in, the tablecloth hiding my bare legs.

"I'll be right back. Now don't go away, I have to make up for not being noticed last week."

Michael returned with my glass of white wine and we began to talk about my plans when I graduate, what I was taking in school and my job prospects. I finally let it out that I had no job prospects, unable to lie to him. I learned that Michael was a COO, chief operating officer of a local telecommunications company and was very successful and obviously well off. During the dinner, I was a hit with the other men, my charm and good looks giving me an advantage, especially knowing someone as important as Michael. During dinner, Michael would often reach over, sometimes his hands accidentally touching me, the electricity shooting through my body again as they did. He seemed to be unfazed by his effect on me and it seemed to be so natural that his hands would touch me, almost like I belonged to him. The night passed quickly, quicker then I wanted it to. I was having so much fun, the center of attention at the table, even though there were other female students more attractive then me at the same table. It seemed that my connection with Michael gave me more power then the others. This excited me and yet at the same time frightened me. He also had the same effect on me. He seemed to be able to control me, not outright control, but subtle control, the ability to turn me to mush at the mere sound of his voice.

The evening finally ended, most of the people already gone. "I think you better be getting back to the dorms, it's getting late and you said you have an early class tomorrow."

I looked at him, "yes, I want to thank you for the lovely evening. I've never had such a nice time at one of the affairs before and I think it was because of you," afraid I sounded to anxious, to eager, like I was trying to flirt with him.

"It was my pleasure, the university is lucky to have such an intelligent woman and might I add, beautiful woman as a student. Any company would be lucky to have you as an employee. I hope I have helped you with that."

"Yes you have, almost everyone at the table asked for my resume. Again, thank you very much and maybe we will see each other again," smiling at Michael as I said it. Was I actually trying to flirt with him, he was so much older then I was. But he did seem to drive me weak in the knees whenever he touched me.

"I'm afraid this is my last, I can only take the time to go to a few of these, but I am glad that I picked this one. Very nice meeting you, Jessica and hope we meet paths again." With that, Michael touched my hand again before leaving, not turning around as he left.

I walked back to the dorm, thinking of the night. He was so much older. What would it be like to date someone that had to be at least forty-five? Would we have anything in common? What would sex be like? Oh, God, Jessica, forget it. You're just a college senior, what would he want from someone like you. He could have his pick of any woman in this town. I reached my dorm, my roommate gone for the week. I quickly stripped off my clothes, hanging up my dress, another dinner two nights away. Nothing would be as good as this one. I got into bed and turned off the light, naked, not sure why, usually wearing a pair of men pajama bottoms. It was late and I fell asleep and began to dream.

I awoke the next day, my fingers tucked between my thighs, slick with my juices. God, that must have been a great dream, I wish I remembered it, the room smelling of my sex.

I never did see Michael again, though I did look at every dinner and I did go to many of them. Even after I got a job at Qualcomm, one of Michael's contacts at the table having come through, I still attended two others, hoping to run into Michael again. But he never showed up again, finally giving up and that night started to fade from my mind.

Graduation came and went, I decided to remain in Southern California. My parents were disappointed, living so far away, but they understood how important it was to me to get a good job. And a good job was the one at Qualcomm. Qualcomm is a large telecommunications company and the job I got was in the accounting department. Some of the employees that had been there for a couple of years already seem impressed at the position they had given to a relatively new graduate. The job paid well and I managed to get a small apartment close to the beach. Not that close, but close enough so I could run on the boardwalk whenever I could find the time from work. I had run track in high school and I continued to run while in college. It helped to keep my ass round and firm. I still had not dated for almost six months now. With graduation and the new job, time for social activities was non-existent.

It was September, most of the tourists gone for the winter, the boardwalk now relatively sparse with people compared to the 10,000 during the summer. I had just finished coming back on the boardwalk, running the six miles to the street where my apartment was. My mind was thinking of work and was not paying much attention as I turned the corner. Suddenly I slammed into a bicycle, tumbling towards the ground, trying to grab one of the brick walls as I fell. I was just about to hit the ground painfully when a pair of hands grabbed me tightly around the waist, catching me before my ass hit the hard payment.

"Gotcha," he said, the voice sounding familiar to me.

I looked up from the jumbled mess of my legs, strong hands helping me back onto my feet. There he was, Michael. Looking as handsome as ever, this time in shorts and a tee shirt, his bronze tan offset by the white tee.

"Why Jessica, is that you? Michael looked up, noticing the tight body in a pair of shorts and abbreviated top.

"Michael, I guess I owe you again," I said, beaming from ear to ear.

"Only helping a lady in distress and what do you mean again?

"That night I managed to impress enough people to get a job at Qualcomm. I have to thank you for that. And now you save my body from being splattered all over the pavement."

Grinning sheepishly, "now that would have been a shame to do such a terrible thing to such a lovely body."

I blushed, feeling his hot hands still on my body, burning my skin as one still held my arm tightly and the other was gently dbanging my waist. I felt him release them as his eyes noticed my embarrassment.

"I'll tell you what, I will let you make it up to me. If you don't have any plans for tonight, how about dinner with me tonight? There is an excellent small restaurant down near the cove that has the best seafood on the beach. About eight tonight? He did not give her much of a chance to refuse.

I jumped at the chance, "of course, that sounds great. I'll meet you there if you don't mind," hoping that I did not sound too eager. My love life sucked lately and with the new job and tight money, the chance for great dinners had been scarce. And Michael was extremely handsome, though the age thing still bothered me.

"I'll meet you in the bar, it's called The Catch of the Day and it is right down in the cove. It's the only one down there, so you shouldn't have a problem finding it. Eight O'clock." And with that he was off, running off to finish the five miles for the day, leaving me standing there, still surprised by the unexpected happenings.

This should be interesting, I thought. A date, I guess you could call it a date. With an older man, definitely older, almost as old as Dad, I thought as I finished up my run. Wonder what it would be like to make love to him. I did not have much experience with sex, at least very little experience with good sex. The last good sex I had was with her vibrator, laughing as I ran. The rest of the day went rather fast, trying to get the thousand things done on the weekends, things you didn't have time to do during the week. I started to get ready for dinner with Michael, taking a shower. I looked at my body in the full-length mirror, my firm breasts, large nipples, tight stomach and that great ass. God, why couldn't I find a decent lover, why were they all such jerks. I let the water run over my body, feeling good, washing away the work and run of the day. I ran the soap over my body, letting my hands fall down between my legs, running up and down my pussy. I better shave tonight, I thought, never can be too sure! I had shaved all of the hair from my pussy and it required frequent shaving to keep it bald, but I enjoyed the look. And it felt good when I masturbated and that was frequent.

I put on a simple spaghetti string dress, white, showing off my tan. At least that was a good thing with not having a boyfriend. Had a lot of time to spend on the beach getting a tan. My bathing suit was rather skimpy. It embarrassed me sometimes, but I stayed to the less crowded portion of the beach. If only I had the nerve to wear a thong bathing suit. God, my ass would look great tanned! I looked in the mirror, satisfied as how I looked. Eat your heart out Michael, here I come.

Michael looked up from his drink when he saw a number of patrons at the bar look towards the door, curious at what drew their attention. There was Jessica. Now she might have looked good in shorts and top, but she certainly looked much better in a body clinging white dress. And most of the other patrons thought the same thing. Michael smiled as she walked over to him, not sure if it was a smile to her or a smirk to the others that he obviously was the center of her attention. He could feel a stirring in his pants, his cock also liking what his eyes had told his brain. "You seem to be a hit with the crowd here, me being no exception.

"Thank you," blushing again. It seemed whenever I met Michael, he had a way to embarrass me without really trying. I was never really sure if he was flirting with me or that this was just his way.

The two of them had a drink, making small talk, talking about Jessica's new job and her new apartment. They moved to the dining room, a table next to the window, overlooking the beach below. A bottle of wine and a lovely dinner followed with more conversation.

I learned that Michael lived only blocks from here in a beachfront home. He worked within a couple of miles from the ocean, moving the corporate headquarters when he took over as COO about a year ago. He had been married for about 15 years, his wife having passed away two years ago, the tragic death a result of a drunk driver. I learned that Michael was often seen in the company of some of the regions much eligible woman, his picture showing up in the newspapers society pages at least twice a month. But they were more social events then dating, not having found or not even sure if he was looking for a possible new mate.

A small band began playing later in the evening, a jazz group with some of the other couples moving out onto the dance floor as the night progressed. Another bottle of wine with desert, I was becoming a little lightheaded as the night progressed. I began to loosen up a little, my dress sliding higher up my thighs, no attempt to correct it. I often leaned towards Michael, full aware that the dress pulled out in the front, my breasts, peeking out. It did not seem to be lost on Michael, his eyes following my frequent flirting and attempts to lure him with my exposed body. I did notice that his pants seem to be attempting to contain a hard cock, his hands reaching under the table at times, presumably to rearrange it.

[Octane]

Precious Things - PART II

"Would you like to dance?" Michael asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the dance floor, never really giving me a chance to respond. He pulled me close to him, feeling my body shudder slightly as we met, our bodies molding against each other as though we were built to be that way. His hand moved down my back and rested gently on the swell of my ass, not moving, but pressing firmly on my flesh.

I felt Michael press against me, feeling the bulge in his pants against me, knowing that I was having an effect on him. It had been a long time, feeling a hard cock pushed against you, feeling it pulsate against you, knowing that you were causing it. Shivers ran through my body as his hand slid down my back, moving down my ass, stopping before getting too familiar, but still not innocently placed. I moved closer to him, pushing my body into his, feeling the music, my body swaying against his, my pussy rubbing sensuously against his hard cock, feeling it twitch in appreciation. I closed my eyes and listened to the music, oblivious to all that was around us, it was just Michael and I, all alone. I pushed my nipples, already hard and erect in excitement against his chest, my hips moving side to side, rubbing against that delicious cock bulging out against me. I moved my hand down to his waist, hesitating for a second, waiting to see if Michel responded in protest. With no sign, I continued down, my hand sliding down the side of his hip, moving back a little, not too obvious, but still managing to grip his muscular ass cheek. He responded by shifting his hips forward, pushing his cock into my pussy, my hips returning the gesture by moving back and forth. My breath began to get shallow, imagining how it looked to others, as we slowly rubbed against each other on the dance floor. I could feel my pussy, soaking wet. God, this was terrible, I was acting like a bitch in heat, but I continued, my pussy rubbing tightly against the straining cock.

Michael could feel Jessica responding to his body. It had been a long time since anyone had done anything like this to him. His cock was hard, yet he still felt the intrepidation because of her age. He could see others looking at them as they danced tightly against each other, moving sensuously to the music. Was it because of what they were doing or was it their age difference? He felt Jessica's hand move down, making no attempt to stop her. It felt good, his cock popping rigid as it moved down. He could feel her pussy rubbing against his hard cock, almost wishing the song was over, afraid they might be getting too carried away.

The music finally stopped, the band taking a break between sets. We moved back to the table, feeling Michael's hand gently around my waist, his strong fingers pushing onto my flesh. I could almost feel the pussy juice leaking from between my legs, the dance having a profound effect on my psyche.

"It's been a while since I danced, thank you Jessica, I forgot how enjoyable it could be," smiling, his hand tightening on her waist in appreciation.

"The pleasure was mine," it was almost too pleasurable, I thought, "I enjoyed it very much."

The conversation continued for at least another half-hour, crossing and uncrossing my legs numerous times, hoping to keep that feeling burning between them. His hands touched me at times, usually innocently, but some times touching my naked leg. Each time my body shuddered, my thighs clenched tightly together. His hands seem to take my body for granted, moving about me, touching me here and there with a familiarity that I found comfortable. He could have slipped his hand up under my dress and into my panties and I wouldn't have protested, in fact I would have probably spread my thighs wide open in anticipation. Unfortunately the evening ended, both of us moving into the parking lot to their respective cars.

Michael moved to Jessica's car, taking the keys from her hands without explanation, opening the door for her. His eyes gazed down to her naked thighs as she slipped into the car, her dress sliding up high.

I slid into the car, purposely letting my dress slide up high, my panties almost exposed as I sat down on the seat, the cold leather giving me goose bumps. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, I don't know when I enjoyed myself more."

"I am having a small party next Saturday, late in the afternoon and evening at my house on the beach. It is just a few couples of my good friends and I would love for you to come and meet them. About 2:00 and bring your bathing suit. Not only do I have the beach, but I also have a pool and Jacuzzi. Nothing formal, just good friends and a few drinks," smiling down at her, gazing down again at her naked thighs, the top of her dress also showing substantial cleavage. Her nipples seem to poke out the front of the dress, the cool air of the Southern California night stimulating them.

I smiled back at him, noticing his eyes and where they wandered to, "I would love to, see you Saturday. Good night." Michael closed the door and I started the car up and drove off, watching Michael in the rear view mirror as I left.

I got home and slipped out of my dress and panties, lying down on the bed, naked, not tired, my body sexually charged from the evening. I closed my eyes as I let my imagination run wild. I started to run my warm hands all over my big breasts. I kept wondering what it would feel like to kiss Michael as I still remembered his luscious lips as I stared at him as he talked. I felt my dark pink nipples harden as my hands stroked each mound softly. I sighed in delight as I thought about Michael. I could still feel his touch, his body. I pinched my nipples with my fingers as I imagined Michael would do, pinching them, sucking on them. I felt my sweet pussy juices start oozing out of me the more I remembered his cock so close to me, rubbing up against me, arousing me.

I could still feel his arms around me so warm and so enticing. My right hand slowly moved down as my other hand played with my breasts. I slid my hand lower, running it down my flat belly and down to my shaved pussy. I ran my finger slowly up and down my moist slit. My finger stroked my swollen pink clit as I began to moan in pleasure.

I kept visualizing myself riding Michael's cock. It had felt so big and so hard. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined Michael's cock up my cunt. God it'd been months since I'd had sex. I felt my aching pussy wanting Michael more than any other man I'd ever known. I moved my index finger further down as I felt my tight pussy hole so slippery. I jammed my finger up my small opening and madly started finger fucking myself.

My legs were wide open in the middle of my erotic masturbation. I moved my hips wildly as I began to thrust my finger in faster and with more determination to reach my climax. My finger now drenched with my honey, I slid in my middle finger feeling my pussy open more. I felt a strong sensation as I was now using my two fingers. I knew that even if I stuck another finger in, it would be nothing compared to what Michael would feel like inside me.

I gasped as I squeezed my breast with one hand and implanted a third finger in my cunt. I picked up my speed, now squirming my little body all over my bed, making a mess on my sheets with my juices. I took my hand off my breast and let it glide up and down my clit. My fingers moved to my mouth, placing my fingers in to taste myself. I kept my other three fingers buried in my pussy as I licked my fingers with lust. Oh how I wished Michael would have his head between my golden thighs, licking my, fucking me with his tongue.

I wailed in excitement as my heartbeat, accelerated with more thoughts of Michael pouncing in my tight hole. Making my pussy stretch open with his big cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, I just let myself release the hardest orgasm I'd ever experienced. My body tightened as I felt my pussy clench my fingers. I quivered passionately as I came.

I kept fantasizing about this handsome man. Did he know how much of a sexual effect he had on me? If he only knew that I'd had one of the most intense orgasms by myself as I thought about him. Feeling satisfied I closed my eyes and fell asleep peacefully with sweet dreams about this wonderful stranger that suddenly came into my life.

Saturday came slowly. Work was a pain in the ass, having to stay late to get everything done to avoid working on Saturday. After last weekend's masturbation I neither had the time or inclination again, though my mind did wander back quite a few times to Saturday night. By the weekend, I was not even sure if it all happened or was I just hoping that it did. I ran in the morning, looking for Michael as I did, disappointed that I did not see him. I went back home, a quick shower and then got dressed to go to Michael's. I had pondered all week as to what to wear. My bathing suit was already new, though fairly skimpy, my body did not displease me. It was white and it highlighted the tan I had acquired since moving to the beach. My breasts filled the top, with ample cleavage showing. The bottoms just barely covered me. I would have been afraid of being too exposed had I not shaved my pussy, it was that low. It gripped my ass cheeks tightly, pulled tautly over them, parts of my cheeks exposed. If I only had enough nerve to wear a thong bathing suit. I had seen others at the beach, but I was still a little too modest. I finally decided on a small, short, fairly transparent wrap around skirt. If you got it, you might as well flaunt it, I thought, smiling as I gazed in the mirror. I bet I can get your cock hard again Michael, laughing to myself. I wonder if I should try to get him into bed? I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet at the thought of his cock. Been a long time since something besides vibrating plastic was inside my. I almost forgot what a real hot cock would feel like.

I pulled into Michael's driveway, impressed at what I saw. His house was huge and yes, it was right on the ocean, though somewhat obscured from the neighbors and public access, limited by the distance from the main beach. Michael opened the door wearing just a pair of bathing trunks, his chest tanned, a small amount of hair on it and rock hard abs. Besides running, he must also lift weights. He leaned towards her, planting a small peck on her cheek, the scent of his cologne bringing back last Saturday nights slow dance.

"You know you are going to make all of the women here jealous, don't you," laughing as he pulled her gently into the house. The inside was impressive as the outside. A huge living room, ceiling to floor glass windows opening up to the deck and adjacent beach. A small pool clung to the edge of the deck, water spilling over the edge like it was falling to the ground far below, but trapped in gutters running along its edge. A Jacuzzi sat high in the corner, built for at least eight people, a couple engaged in a somewhat passionate kiss at the present time. A glass wall surrounded the deck, built to stop the late night cooling breezes.

"I love your home, Michael. It is truly magnificent," my eyes taking in the opulence of it. There were four couples. One in the Jacuzzi, still in an embrace, the man about Michael's age, the woman probably about ten years younger then her companion. The other three couples were about the same, handsome older men and beautiful woman, probably all in their mid-thirties. I felt somewhat uncomfortable being the only one that was in her twenties, in my case, early twenties. I did smile, though the women were beautiful, they all had lost that fresh, innocence that I still had. I laughed to myself, I bet your tits wouldn't stand up by themselves like mine do.

Michael showed her around the house, introducing her to the other guests as they moved about. The men's eyes all drank in her beauty as she shook their hands, eyes gazing at her body, imagining the things they could do to her naked body, their partners acting nice, but their eyes showing their jealousy. All seemed nice enough, none arousing the same passion that Michael seemed to do in her. They moved to the back of the house, to the bedrooms. They went through the three other bedrooms. Michael gripped her hand tightly, almost as if he was trying to relay some silent message to her as he showed her the master bedroom. It was the largest, again floor to ceiling windows opening up onto the deck spanned one wall. There was a huge bathroom, a completely glass enclosed shower with four showerheads, all of the glass completely transparent. The bed was huge, you could lay sideways, as well as lengthwise it was so big. It stood up fairly high, large mattress and box springs rising up underneath. The whole house was modern, but the bed still had bedposts, in this case, large shiny aluminum posts in the corners. The bed faced the bathroom, giving a complete view inside if the doors were left open.

I smiled at him, more of a seductive smirk, squeezing his hand as we moved about the room. "I love this room," I said, almost hinting at my intentions. I had thought about seducing him, now sure what I wanted to do. If he didn't intend to seduce me, I was going to seduce him. I had made up my mind. I wouldn't go home tonight until I felt his cock inside me.

"It is one of my favorites, it has such a lovely view of the moon over the ocean at night and the sound of the surf hitting the beach lulls you." Michael looked down at Jessica, her half naked body standing so close to him in his bedroom. His cock already hard, he thought of what it would be like to make love to her. The noise of his guests laughing in the other room brought him back to reality. "We better get back to the others. I think you will enjoy them."

"Yes, we better. I enjoy your company, so I am sure I will enjoy your friends," smiling seductively as I still clung to his hand as we went back to the deck with the others. The day past quickly, Michael hardly leaving my side. My skirt was quickly gone, the weather turning warmer, feeling more relaxed as I talked to the others, holding my own with the group, Michael seemingly pleased at how intelligent I was. Every time I seem to move, Michael was right next to me, his body moving up against mine, his hands always somehow running seductively over my body while I talked. The men gazed lustfully at me, my bathing suit leaving little to the imagination, Michael's fingers on my body leaving my nipples always erect, the top unable to cover them. I finally gave up being self-conscious, enjoying all of the male attention, ignoring the female jealousy.

Michael was enjoying himself with Jessica. She was intelligent, able to keep up any conversation, able to shoot back with equal ferocity the barbs by some of the woman. The afternoon went rapidly, the evening beginning to fall. Two couples had already gone, the others still on the deck, watching the sun setting in the distance. "Would you like to hop in the Jacuzzi, it's going to get a little chilly outside?"

"Yes," my hand tightening on his, this time pulling him towards the Jacuzzi. We both stepped in, moving up against Michael even though the tub was huge. I felt my hips bump against his as I lowered myself in, the water quickly covering my body. The water was hot, sweat beginning to form on our faces as we relaxed, the water taking all tenseness out of our bodies. His hands continued to move over my body, moving freely, uninhibited. I slid lower in the tub, his hand forced down onto my thigh from my knee, my breath stopped, waiting to see his reaction. I looked up, his eyes staring at me, looking for a sign of acceptance. I moved close to him, my lips only inches from his, feeling his hot breath on my face, the smell of his cologne. Our eyes stayed locked together, searching out each other as I moved closer, electricity shooting through my body as my wet lips touched his ever so lightly. I felt his hand grab my thigh harder, my legs parting, a sign of acceptance that I was his for the asking.

Michael pushed his lips closer to mine as we met, his hand grasping my thighs, my legs willingly parting. His tongue moved into my mouth as our lips met, searching inside my mouth for my tongue, finding the darting morsel as they entwined. His tongue ran over my teeth, from top to bottom as my tongue rubbed sensuously over his.

He felt a hand on his leg, holding his breath as it moved closer to his hard cock. It kept moving, a small delicate hand, massaging his flesh, the hand moving closer and closer to his hard cock as he continued to French kiss her passionately. He sucked in his breath as her hand grasped his hard cock, her tongue moving in acknowledgment. Her other hand moved beneath the water, her hand grabbing his wrist and moving it higher up her thighs as they parted. He allowed her actions, letting her move his hand until it was between her spread thighs, his fingers now moving over the top of her pussy, the bathing suit her only protection.

I almost choked on his tongue as I moved his hand until it was resting on my pussy. I had never been this forward, but Michael had been teasing me too long, the sexual tension in my body was about to burst and I was determined that I would not have to resort to lonely masturbation again tonight. I gripped his cock with my hand, my hand almost completely encircling the hard organ, his bathing suit prevent me from touching the hot flesh. I moaned in his mouth as his fingers began to play over my pussy, one finger pushing my bathing suit between my pussy lips, moving up and down. I shuddered in expectation as it moved up until it finally came to my clit. I bit his lip, a small cry coming from his lips as his finger found the hard bud only partially protected by the tiny garment.

Michael could feel her hand stroking his cock, his fingers returning the favor, mutual masturbation as they kissed passionately. She had bit his lip as he found her clit, the pleasure she was giving him with her hand far outweighing the small amount of pain of the bite. Michael pulled away from their kiss as he heard the others coming back into the room. "I think we better wait until the others leave," he whispered in her ear, his tongue following the sound, moving sensuously inside her ear.

I shivered as his tongue played with my ear. This always gave me goosebumps and with his hand rubbing my pussy, I thought I would cum. I saw the others coming over, but I had to. "Not before I do this," and my hand moved from his cock, pulling down the top of his suit until I grabbed the naked, hard cock, my hand wrapped tightly around it. "After the others leave, I am going to take your cock in my mouth until you cum, think about that for now," my hand stroking it for a minute before finally releasing it, his suit moving back to cover the now erect organ. I could not believe I said that. I had tried oral sex before, but did not like it. My partners were always pushing my head down on their cocks until I choked on it. They always tried to force me to swallow it, but I always pulled it out before they came, making them cum with my hand, shooting their cum all over as their cocks spurted. Now I had told him that I would suck his cock and swallow his cum. The thought of it excited me. I could see me, naked, on my knees before him, my lips wrapped around his cock as I sucked him dry. I arched up my hips from the tub, pushing my pussy harder against his fingers. Suddenly his finger was gone, my legs closing in response as we both leaned back in the tub as if nothing had happened. Thank goodness the hot water made their skin flushed, otherwise there would have been no excuse for their flushed bodies.

Michael looked at her, responding to her statement with his eyes. The other couples stayed near the tub, talking to Michael and Jessica as they sat. Michael was afraid to move out of the tub, his cock still jutting out the front of his bathing suit. As the couples moved away, Jessica stood up, handing Michael a towel to place in front of himself.

[Octane]

Precious Things - PART III

"I thought you might need this," giggling as I passed by him, making sure my hips rubbed sensuously against his still hard cock. I stepped out of the tub, but not before I caught a glimpse of Michael's cock still hard, tenting his suit.

Michel moved close to her and whispered into her ear, "I'm going to hold you to that, your mouth I mean. Smile at the others as I think of you sucking my cock," grinning as she turned red in embarrassment.

The sun set and the others began to leave. First one couple, looking over at Michael as they did, smiling seductively. Finally the last couple left, the leaving rather rushed by Michael, his expectations showing. As the door shut, I moved towards Michael. I pressed my body up against his, my lips crushing his, my tongue already moving inside his mouth. His hands moved behind me, grabbing my ass tightly, pushing me up against his hard cock. My hand moved down between them, once again finding his hard organ and squeezing it tightly. "The only thing that is going to come between your cock and my mouth is my tongue. Shall we go into the living room? I want to suck your cock so bad." I released his cock, pulling him towards the couch in the living room. "Standing or sitting," nervously saying, not sure exactly what I had got myself into, but not willing to back down. I was going to get fucked tonight, one way or another.

"I like standing, I want to see your eyes as your mouth sucks my cock," bolding stating his attentions.

I kneeled down in front of Michael. I could only imagine how it looked, kneeling so submissively, my face only inches from his cock. I didn't know how this whole situation had come about. I had never really liked to suck a guys cock and now here I was, ready to do just that, and to top it all off, I was going to swallow his cum. My hands reached out, taking his suit and pulling it down, my eyes watching as his cock was slowly revealed. I let it fall to the floor, Michael making no attempt to do anything but stand there, his cock now jutting out proudly. I felt my pulse race as I had Michael's cock in front of my face. It was thick, long, and the mushroom shaped head was swollen from longing for her all day. I saw the tip was covered with shiny precum that made my mouth water. I looked up to see him looking down at me, his cock craving for my sweet lips to wrap around it.

"I've wanted to do this to you since the first day I laid my eyes on you," I said, softly wrapping my hands on his cock.

"I didn't think you saw me like that. Well I'm more than ready for you Jessica," he replied beginning to pant.

I grabbed Michael's cock and slipped the enlarged head in my mouth as my tongue licked his precum.

Michael felt the suction of her mouth increasing as she put more of her mouth on his cock. He looked down as he watched this precious sight. This beautiful young girl taking his cock inch by inch into her lovely mouth. He felt his emotions stir with heat as he heard Jessica's lips moving up and down the shaft of his cock.

I moved my eyes up to look at him as he smiled down at me, grabbing my silky hair, pushing my mouth more onto his hard cock. I felt his strong hand behind my head as he led me to the rhythm that he desired. I felt my mouth as it was completely filled with Michael's huge cock. I could feel the veins of his cock as I slithered my tongue on it. I bobbed my head up and down the long and thick cock, savoring each taste and feel.

Michael looked deeply into her eyes, feeling so close to a climax. He loved the way Jessica was sucking him off. He couldn't believe how excited he was. Ever since his wife, no other woman had been able to get him so fired up, so aroused. Now here he was enjoying this moment of unbelievable pleasure with this young sexy girl.

I continued to suck him, moving my head around in circular motion making him love it all. I pulled his cock out of my mouth as he suddenly stopped his heavy breathing and looked down at mer to see why I'd stopped. I smiled up at him with saliva all over my pretty lips, my tongue running sensuously over them before I proceeded to start sucking on his balls.

I was surprised at myself. I'd never sucked on a guy's cock and loved it so much and now I was sucking on a guy's balls! I felt Michael's heavy balls as I smacked my lips on them. I licked them, sucked them and just nibbled on them. I could hear Michael moan in ecstasy as I devoured his balls in my mouth.

Michael was so ready to cum, he wanted to finish off in Jessica's hungry mouth. He grabbed her hair lightly once again and made her look up at him. He could see her eyes fluttering with enjoyment. "It's time. It's time to take my cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow it," he said breathlessly, as he moved her mouth back to his cock.

It only took a few more strokes of my lips to make Michael spurt his hot, salty cum in Jessica's mouth. Michael felt his hands shake as he held on to Jessica's hair keeping her on his cock until he finished his indulgence.

I felt the hot liquid hit the back of my throat instantly. I shuddered at first, tasting this new delicious flavor that this wonderful man had to offer me. I had a hard time at first, but eventually managed to gulp all of Michael's hot cum.

Michael looked down at her as she swallowed his load. He loved how such a gorgeous and sweet innocent looking girl could want him this bad. He was ready to show her just how much he wanted her. Her lips ran over his cock as he pulled the softening organ from her mouth, cleaning it, it already beginning to harden again.

"Let's go to the bedroom. It's only fair that I get a chance to taste the sweet nectar of your pussy." He offered his arms, helping her to get off her knees, drawing her to him, his lips meeting hers. Their tongues intertwined again, this time mixing his salty cum between their mouths, their new bond between them. As they walked towards the bedroom, Michael allowed his hands to move towards her top, unsnapping the top, Jessica pausing to allow him. They let it fall to the floor, her pert breasts topped with pink nipples, hard and erect, her areolas a dark brown, contrasting the alabaster skin that had been hidden from the sun. His finger flicked at one nipple, watching as it shuddered as they walked.

I stopped before the bed, the huge bed that so intrigued me before. I felt Michael behind me, holding my breath, waiting for him to proceed. I did not have long to wait, his hand moving down an encircling my waist from behind, moving over the flat, taut stomach. I shuddered as his cock pushed against my ass. I had always thought about anal sex, but my prior lovers were so inexperienced or selfish, I was afraid of asking. What would Michael be like? Would it hurt? My mind shifted back to reality as his hand began to slip down the front of my suit bottom, not having to proceed far before he discovered my pussy was bald. His fingers hesitated, unsure at first and then proceeded to push between my wet pussy lips and move down. My legs almost gave out, Michael's hand between my legs keeping me upright.

Michael felt her body shudder and surrender as his fingers found her naked pussy, surprised, as he found no hair. He couldn't wait to see it, her naked, bald pussy. She was already so young, she would even look younger, almost a child with a bald pussy. His cock sprang to erection at the thought, pushing hard against her ass. He had to see her, his hands quickly slipping the suit to the floor, his cock slapping against her naked ass cheeks. "Lay down in the center of the bed. Spread your legs, show me your pussy," he ordered her.

I moved up on the bed, almost ashamed at how I looked from behind, naked, on my knees, scooting across the expanse of the bed, my pussy and asshole exposed to his gaze. I could feel the juice running down my thigh, hoping that Michael did not see how excited I was, knowing that soon he would find out, his tongue would lap at my sex. I turned over, propping a pillow up behind my head, wanting to be able to see him as he sucked on my pussy. I looked up at him and watched his eyes as I slowly spread my legs, knowing my pussy was being exposed, seeing the lust in those dark blue eyes. My thighs separated and I moved my legs up, bending them at the knee until my knees were almost pulled back against my chest and then let them fall to the side, my pussy lips slowly pulling back. I had never been so exposed, my eyes still watching his, mesmerized by the lust I could see in them. I longed to look down at his cock, but I already knew from his eyes how I was affecting him. I'm not sure why, but my fingers reached down to my pussy lips and began to pull them open, two fingers pulling back my clit hood, the red, hard bud sticking out like a miniature cock. I felt like a whore, exposing myself so blatantly. "Do you see anything you would like to eat? I said boldly, almost wishing I could take it back once I said it.

Michael did not have to be asked twice. He clamored onto the bed moving between her legs, feeling her hands reaching for his head as he moved between her thighs, his tongue already extended, searching out her pussy. He paused for a moment, inhaling in the scent of this delicious girl, the beautiful fragrance of a woman sexually excited. His tongue pushed between her pussy lips, still held wide by her fingers. Her body jumped as if she was jolted by electricity as his tongue made contact with her super-heated body. Her fingers released her pussy lips in shock, his tongue trapped between her swollen lips, the fragrance of her juices mixing onto his tongue. His tongue moved up and down her slit, gently lapping up her juices.

"Oh, GGODD," I moaned, grabbing Michael's head tighter, pushing him further between my legs. The few lovers I had were not willing to go down on me, usually too busy trying to get me to suck their cocks and then to disinterested in my orgasm after they were satisfied. It felt like electricity shooting through my body each time his rough tongue ran over my slit. I wasn't sure how long I could last, but sensed that he also felt that. Each time I thought I would explode, his tongue would slow down, pausing, dragging out the feeling. Then it would begin again to explore me, each time seeking out a new part of my sex, first my slit, then pushing into my vagina, feeling like a mini cock pushing into me, spreading me open. My body arched up from the bed, transmitting my desire for his tongue to play across my clit. I did not have to wait long. I nearly jumped out of my skin as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his lips grabbing it tightly, his tongue playing over the end of it. "GGGGODDDDDD, pllllleeeeeassssse mooooooooorrrrrrree," I cried out as his tongue lashed out on my swollen clit, bathing it as it ran sensuously back and forth over it. Just when I thought I was about to cum, he again denied me the pleasure, keeping me on the brink of it. My mind wandered as he continued to lightly play with my body, keeping me sexually charged but denying me my ultimate pleasure.

Michael kept her on the edge. She was so hot, his tongue bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then keeping her there. Each time he sought out new territory to explore. He hands reached down under her, raising her hips off of the bed, his fingers exploring her ass cheeks, searching out the split between them. He moved his fingers between, pulling them apart, exposing her tiny asshole. He had to taste her, taste her asshole. He felt her body tighten up as his tongue slid down, moving close to his target. "Relax, let me taste all of you," he said as he moved back until his tongue ran over her tiny asshole. Her body shivered in expectation and she cried out, her fingers pushed into her mouth to stifle the noise.

I never felt anything like it. His wet tongue ran heavily over my exposed asshole, knowing that his eyes were only inches from me, his nose banging against me, inhaling my scent. I could imagine how I looked, almost embarrassed to be so exposed, but also so excited, knowing that he was doing this to me to please me. I felt his fingers moving back to my clit, rubbing the hard bud as his tongue began to push inside me. I pushed out on my asshole, allowing him access inside my private orifice, his tongue grabbed tightly by my sphincter. I could now imagine how it would feel to have a cock inside my asshole and I was determined that Michael would be the one to do it to me. I knew he would be gentle, waiting until I was ready to accept all of his manhood. Today I would lose the virginity of my asshole. His tongue moved around inside me, his fingers played with my clit. I was ready to cum and this time Michael was not going to stop me. His fingers and tongue continued their oral assault on my body, his tongue running back and forth between my asshole and my pussy. I grabbed his head tightly and pushed him deep between my thighs. Harder then I probably should have, but unable to control my emotions. The most incredible orgasm hit my body as his fingers and tongue played with my body. "EEEEEHH, Oh God, AAAHHHH."

Michael felt her orgasm, his head trapped between her thighs, gripping him tightly, not allowing him to move even if he wanted to. His tongue licked at her pussy, her pussy juice flowing freely, covering his face with a shiny glow. She continued to bounce around the bed in ecstasy, pumping her hips onto his face, not caring any longer, moaning in pleasure. His tongue found her clit again, pulling it tightly into his mouth, sending her over the top again, a second and third shiver running through her body.

I couldn't believe that he could make me cum so much and so hard. I was afraid to look down as I released his head from between my thighs. Embarrassed to see his face. His head slowly raised up, his mouth covered with my slick juices, a strange smile on his face.

"Kiss me, taste how good you taste," Michael ordered her, moving up to move his lips onto hers.

I ran my tongue over his lips, wiping my juices from them, tasting my sweet cum. It tasted good, like his cum, my tongue returning to gather some more. "Thank you, thank you for making me cum so hard," getting brave, my body relaxed.

"There's more, I still have a very hard cock."

"Give me a second to catch my breath and I will take care of it. I want to be on top. I want to take your cock inside you and fuck you like you ate me making you cum so hard." I smiled at him, my hand reaching for his cock, slowing encircling the head of it and began to stroke it. "I will take care of this."

As I stroked his cock, feeling the hot flesh beneath my fingers pulsate, my pussy begin to get wet again in anticipation. Though I was not a virgin, I knew that this was going to be different. I got up on my knees and scooted over his hips, my legs on each side, spread wide. I looked down, my face flushed, I was so open. My pussy lips were spread wide, my juices still glistening on the pink flesh. His cock bobbed before me, my hand again grasping the hard member, feeling it jerk in anticipation of entering me. I scooted forward a little and lay down on his upper chest, letting my nipples slowly run over his chest, the hard buds scbanging sensuously over him. I reached down between us, my fingers gripping his cock tightly, it jerking in response. I rub the head of his cock up and down my pussy slit, making sure that it moved all the way up to my clit. "MMMMM," I moaned as the hot head touched my clit flesh, "yeeess," my hands pushing hard onto the cock, rubbing my clit nub. "I can't wait any longer," my hand moving the cock to my pussy, lining up the cock. I pushed down, the head of the cock suddenly entering me harder then I had planned, but unable to stop it. "OOOOHHH, YYYEAAAHH," my hips pushing down harder, feeling you push up, unable to control your desire any longer.

Michael could not longer control himself. Her hot pussy gripped the head of his cock so tight, he had to get all the way inside her. He felt her hesitate, his hips rising up to continue, feeling her pussy pulsate on his cock as it pushed deeper into her gripping flesh. It was almost as if she was a virgin, so tight and hot. "Push down, take me deeper."

I sat up on his cock, feeling it so tight inside me. I slipped forward at his request, taking the cock inside me deeper. "OOOHHH, yyyeees," jerking my hips forward until almost all of him was buried inside me. I looked down, only an inch of cock outside me and I began to roll my hips, his cock moving around inside me. I felt his hands move up to my breasts, his fingers taking the hard nipples between them, rubbing the hard tips between his soft fingers, making my body move the same way. I pulled back on my ass, his cock pulling out until only my tight pussy gripped the head. I pushed back hard, his cock almost taking all of the breath out of me as I was completely filled. It had never been like this before, being able to control the hot cock inside me, fucking him instead of being fucked. "Oh, it's so big, big, but I love it," jerking back and forth, loving the feeling of it filling me up each time. I gripped his cock as it pulled from my wet pussy, relaxing as I forced it back it, feeling it hit deep inside me with each thrust.

Her pussy was so hot and tight, it had been a long time since he had felt anything that good. Michael felt her gripping it as it pulled from her, her juices letting it slide effortlessly. He felt the head of his cock gripped before she pushed back in again, fucking herself on his hard cock. He did not know how much longer he could hold out. One hand moved down over her stomach, moving over her clit, a finger rubbing the hard bud, it now red and swollen. He gripped it tightly between his fingers and pulled it down until it rubbed against his cock. Jessica jerked up on her body, giving him easier access. His cock now rubbed over the bud as she fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. "Can you cum for me, Jessica?"

"Oh, God, yeeees," my hips jerking back and forth, his cock fucking inside me, "yyeees, nnnooow." I gripped his cock with my pussy, the orgasm overcoming me, my pussy clenching and unclenching on the hot cock inside me. I felt it jerk and begin to shoot, feeling his hot juice shoot deep inside of me, mixing with my juices. It felt like a river filling me, not sure whether it was he or I. "YYYEESS," another orgasm hitting me as he continued to pump up on his hips, fucking his cock in and out of me, refusing to stop, filling me with his hot cum.

Michael felt like he had emptied a river of his cum inside of her. He could see it running back out onto his softening cock. He pulled it from her pussy and she collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged. He let his hand rub through her hair, pushing it from her face. "That was beautiful, I have never felt like that before."

I looked up at him, exhausted and satisfied as he touched me tenderly. "Thank you Michael," kissing his lips tenderly, "you made me very happy." We lay together, me still on top of him, are breathing almost unseparable. It took me almost fifteen minutes to regain my normal breathing, my heart still racing. "I'm going to take a shower, maybe I can interest you in some more after," teasing him as I ran from the room, naked, our cum running down my thighs as I moved. I jumped in the shower, making sure I left the door open, looking to make sure that Michael was watching. He was.

I stepped into the huge shower, which was completely covered with glass. I turned the shower knobs, which were a sterling silver color. I was so ready to clean up and get ready for more of Michael's touch, his feel. I let the warm water hit my skin as I still shivered from the lovemaking that had happened. My hair little by little began to drench and I felt my body become wet. I grabbed the soap that had a fresh country scent to it and lathered it up on my still shaky hands. I ran the soapsuds all over my naked body. I could still feel Michael's touch and caresses running all though me.

[Octane]

Precious Things - PART IV - LAST

I was almost losing myself in my own thoughts when I heard the shower door open. I turned around and smiled looking at Michael standing naked once again, his cock hard. His blue lustful eyes pierced at me. I knew he wanted more of me. He wanted to discover all of me. I was not going to stop him. I wanted this night to go on forever.

My heart raced just like the first time I saw him. He moved closer to me putting his arms around me. His hold was so warm and so tender. He gently kissed my neck as he ran his hands up and down my ass.

"Mmmmm, your all wet for me now. You knew I'd be joining you, didn't you?" He whispered in my ear as he started to nibble on it.

I laughed softly enjoying his touch. "Yes I knew you'd come for more. Tell me what you want Michael. I'll give you anything."

I felt him grab my ass cheeks hard as his heavy breathing began to tickle the back of my neck. "I want to slide my cock in your ass Jessica. Can I, please?" His hands continued to rub my behind.

I started to feel somewhat fearful, but yet so intrigued. I'd never done anal sex because I'd been so scared. But somehow Michael was so calming and his words and touch soothed me. Did he know just how much power he had over me?

"Yes, Michael. Take me. I'm all yours." I leaned back to get a passionate wet kiss from his lips.

I felt Michael move his hands up to my breasts as he pinched my nipples getting my pussy juices stirring again. He trailed kisses down my neck and onto my back slowly and seductively. He moved his body down kissing lower and lower down my body. My trembling hands held on to the shower walls. By the time I knew it, Michael was on his knees as he spread my legs open. He started to eat my pussy from behind.

I closed my eyes in this wonderful ecstasy. I was weak at the knees again as I felt his tongue swirl on my pussy. I let out my moans of pleasure immediately. Then all of a sudden, I felt something so different. I felt Michael glide his tongue down to my asshole. My body jittered as I experienced this strange but blissful stroke.

His tongue so wet, making my tight hole so slick. This new discovery was making me want him inside me more. I could faintly hear his lips smacking between my ass cheeks as he spread them open with his strong hands.

Michael could see Jessica's pink wrinkled little asshole ready to be deflowered. He loved the way she tasted from behind as he was enjoying burying his face in her warm little ass. He could feel her clench her little hole as he licked it and now was starting to finger it. Jessica moaned more as he moved his finger inside her. She felt so hot inside. God, he couldn't wait to get into that hot little ass.

Michael slowly raised his body up with kisses. He held this precious girl in his arms again, never wanting to let her go. He inserted his finger in her warm pussy hole feeling it get soaked by her honey. She gasped as his finger made circles in her cunt. Michael then proceeded to slide his finger out and then slip it in her asshole to get it lubricated with her own juices.

"I love the way you feel," I heard him murmur quietly.

I was left speechless and so curious of how this was all going to feel. I felt Michael's cock touch my thighs wetting my skin with his precum. I then felt a sharp hard feeling from behind. I closed my eyes in pain at first as he was easing his cock in my asshole. I let my painful moans slip out. He seemed to have stopped briefly.

"I'm sorry baby. It's hurting you too much," Michael said in a concerned voice.

"No, please don't stop. I want you to do this to me. I told you I'm all yours and I meant it."

"Your so precious Jessica. I've had some of the most precious moments with you than I have ever had with anyone else."

His words were making me hunger for him. I wanted to just scream at him and tell him to jam that cock up my asshole and cum hard in me. I know he was being gentle because he cared about me. God I was falling in love!

Michael continued to fit his cock in me. Little by little I felt his inches slide in as my tight hole, slowly swallowing his size. I felt myself begin to relax so he could guide himself with more ease into me.

"That's right, relax. Bend over just a bit more," he ordered as I started to lean my body down to give him complete access to my virgin hole.

My hands were still holding on to the shower walls as the water was dripping down my back and onto our connection. Finally Michael eased his prick in me letting me experience my first anal fuck. He slowly went in and out of my puckered little hole. I kept feeling pleasure and pain at the same time.

"Oh fuck! You feel incredible!" He blurted out. Michael couldn't believe how wonderful Jessica felt. He felt her wet young body as he held on to her small hips as he rammed his cock in and out of this incredibly tight ass. He was deep inside her now, completely taking away any innocence she had left.

Jessica shut her eyes tightly, feeling Michael's monster open her up. It felt strange, but yet she was starting to like it. By the time she knew it, Jessica was now moaning cries of arousal as Michael fucked her.

Michael was now entirely fired up. He felt his balls swell up, knowing that he was the one and only guy to fuck Jessica's asshole. He moved his hands down from behind as Jessica felt his hands brush against her stomach. He managed to get one hand between her thighs and the other one was kept on her waist to hold her in place. With his free hand, he jammed two fingers up her aching pussy.

Jessica gasped hard as she was surprised by the sudden entry of his fingers up her cunt. She tossed her head back as their lips met. Their kiss was wild now as the slobbered all over each other. Michael licked her face gently as he felt himself begin to cum.

"Jessica, I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum hard!" Michael rasped.

"Yes babe, cum in me. Make me take your hot cum up my ass," she found herself speaking out her desires.

"Cum with me Jessica. Oh let my fingers make you cum."

As I listened to Michael's words in his breathless voice, I found myself coming to an amazing climax. His fingers were buried in my cunt hole as I felt my body tense up, having yet another phenomenal orgasm.

I felt Jessica's body quiver in enjoyment and I felt my own body tighten as I spurted my cum up her little pink hole. My cum gushed like a water dam erupting inside this sweet, beautiful girl. We came together, it was an absolutely precious moment.

After Michael came in me, he kept his cock inside as it softened. He laid he head on my shoulder from behind me as he caught his breath. He kissed my neck and held me close again. Even though the shower water was still running, I swear I could hear out heartbeats racing rapidly simultaneously.

"You were so wonderful. You think we could do this again soon?" Michael asked as he was now turning me to face him.

I looked up at him with, glaring at his gorgeous blue eyes. "I would love to."

The End

[Octane]

94. First Day At Boarding School

Rebecca was sent to boarding school when her Mother married again. Her new Stepfather did not seem to like her around and arranged for her to be sent to the new school. Her Mother was reluctant at first, but he convinced her that it was a well-known and established school and that it would be good for Rebecca to go there.

Rebecca was uncomfortable on the trip to the school as her Mother did not go, just her stepfather. They barely spoke a word during the 2-hour ride. When they arrived, Rebecca was surprised, they school did not look anything like it was described to her Mother.

"What kind of school is this," she asked.

"This is a special school that will train you. The Headmaster is a very good friend of mine and he has promised to take a personal interest in your training. He has invited me back in a week to see how you have progressed."

Reluctantly Rebecca got out of the car and entered the school. She figured once her Stepfather was gone, she could call her Mother to pick her up and take her home.

Her stepfather knocked on the door. The Headmaster opened the door and invited Rebecca in. "Thanks for bringing her Jim, I will see you next week and I am sure you will be pleased with Rebecca's progress" he said to her stepfather.

He did not speak until her Stepfather was gone. He closed the door and said, "I am Headmaster Johnson, you will call me Sir. Sit in that chair," pointing to a wooden straight back chair.

Rebecca began to protest when he slapped her face. Rebecca brought her hands up to protect herself. "Leave me alone, or I will tell my Mother."

"Your Stepfather gave me permission to use whatever force I need to get you to obey. We believe in corporal punishment at this school and if you fail to obey any orders or commands, you will be spanked or whipped." His hand reached out again, slapping her face again.

Tears began to run down Rebecca's cheeks as her cheek stung from the slaps and she feared what her Stepfather had gotten her into.

"Now sit down, or face more punishment," he commanded.

Rebecca hurriedly sat in the chair fearing more pain. Rebecca was eighteen years old but she had the body of a mature woman. Her breasts were large for her age, but without a hint of sag. She had long legs and a firm ass. The headmaster glared at Rebecca. He could imagine her stripped and tied, awaiting his punishment of her innocent body. He had promised Jim that by next week, Rebecca would be submissive and would allow him to pleasure himself sexually with her.

"Sit up straight in the chair, feet firmly on the floor, knees together and your arms on the armrest," he ordered. Rebecca quickly followed his commands, fearing him.

"You must obey every order I give you without hesitation. If you do not, I will punish you. As you have already seen, you will suffer pain for your disobedience. I have taught many young ladies like you obedience. At your young age, I find that humiliation works best to instill the correct attitude. You will be forced to do things that you thought was disgusting. If you make any attempt to resist, you will be dealt with harshly. Do you understand?"

"Yes" murmured Rebecca, fear gripping her.

The hand reached out again, slapping her face. "I told you to address me as Sir."

"Yes, Sir" shot back Rebecca.

"That is better. Now lets get a look at what we have to work with this week. You are a very attractive girl, Rebecca. Raise your arms above your head and lace your fingers behind your head and keep your back straight."

Rebecca did as she was told, and began to fear what was to become of her as she noticed that the pose he put her in pushed her breasts out.

"Very good, you have very large breasts for a girl of your young age. Now open your legs to the edge of the chair."

Reluctantly did as she was told, knowing that he now could now see up her skirt.

"Nice legs, open them further so I may see your panties."

Rebecca spread her legs further, turning red in humiliation as she was now posed with her breasts out and her legs spread wide. She hoped he would soon be finished and she could get out of his office.

"You are doing a good job obeying to my commands. You are going to spend the next couple of hours in this office. I am going to train you to obey all of my commands. In addition, I will administer a spanking, as you will have to learn to accept the pain. If you follow my orders I will allow you to go to your room for the night, but tomorrow morning we will again meet for further training."

"Please don't spank me, I am too big for that and you are embarrassing me."

His hand shot out again, slapping her face. Tears began to fall from her eyes, as she knew that there were worse things to come.

"Now, where were we, before I was rudely interrupted with your begging. Yes, I think it would be much better if you unbuttoned your blouse and pulled it from your shoulders. You have lovely breasts and I would like to see your bra now."

Rebecca's hands moved to the front of her blouse and began to unbutton each button. By time she reached the bottom, he could see her cleavage.

"Open it wide and push it off your shoulders, arms behind your head and push your breasts out again."

Rebecca sat in the chair, pushing her bra-encased breasts out for him to see. She saw him pull a chair in front of her and sit on it, only inches from her. His hands moved to her shoulders and began to move down to circle the top of her breasts.

"Hold very still and do not move." Rebecca froze as her hands grasped her bra and squeezed her breasts. She gasped as a stranger began to manipulate her breasts against her will, but she was frozen in terror of the consequences of disobeying. His fingers became more insistent, searching out her nipples.

"Stand up and remove your blouse and than your bra. I want you to bare your breasts to me. Obey quickly."

Rebecca stood up in a daze and let her blouse drop to the floor. She reached behind her bra and unsnapped it. She pulled it forward and it too fell to the floor. Rebecca had never let anyone see her naked breasts before, and here she was now stripped naked to the waist in front of a stranger.

"Back in the chair and stick your breasts out again." His hands moved back to her breasts and now began to fondle her naked breasts. He pulled on her nipples, stretching them out. He grasped a handful of naked tit and squeezed it tight. Rebecca trembled in fear as she submitted to the fondling of her breasts. Her nipples began to become erect from the unnatural stimulation. This allowed the Headmaster to grip them tighter, forcing a groan of pain from Rebecca.

"Up again and remove your skirt and panties. Leave your shoes and socks on."

Rebecca stood up again and unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her with only her panties hiding her nakedness.

"Quickly, we do not have much time, off with your panties."

She grasped her panties and pushed them down her legs, showing her naked pussy for the first time.

"Step out of your panties and move forward. Put your legs outside of my legs and spread them open."

Rebecca did as she was ordered and now stood naked only inches from this stranger; her legs spread open and her pussy only inches from his face. He moved his hands up her legs, toward her naked pussy.

"You have a lovely pussy, Rebecca. How do you like showing it to a stranger?"

"Please let me go, I am so humiliated to be stripped naked in front of a stranger."

"You will get used to it. By next week, you will be forced to strip naked in front of many strangers. When your Stepfather comes next week, you will willingly undress in front of him and allow him access to all parts of your body."

His hands reached her pussy and began to run up and down between her pussy lips. He fingers reached her clit and began to circle it, eliciting a moan from Rebecca. His other hand reached behind her and grasped her naked ass.

"You have a nice ass, Rebecca." His hand grasped her cheeks and began to move toward the crack in her ass. "Stand perfectly still and submit to me. I am going to make you cum on my fingers."

His fingers began to move into her opened pussy. One finger was pushed into her and as she moved back to escape the ravishment of her pussy, his other hand found her anus. The finger pushed against her virgin anus, forcing Rebecca to again move forward, pushing the finger deeper into her pussy. Rebecca began to move back and forth from the twin ravishment of her pussy and anus, each time pushing his fingers deeper into her body. Soon he had both fingers buried deep into her pussy and rectum.

Rebecca could just barely stand, naked with his fingers buried deep into her body spreading her open to his touch. He began to fuck them in and out of her pussy and rectum, with a second finger joining the other, opening her up. They began to spread inside her, forcing her to her toes to escape the cruel ravishment of her twin orifices.

"Cum for me Rebecca, cum on my fingers." His fingers became more insistent, forcing her pussy and rectum open. Her body began to rock back and forth, her inexperienced body reacting to the forced stripping and finger fucking of her body.

"AAAAAHHH," she cried, "OOOOGGGHHH, it feels so strange, what are you doing to me," she cried, her orgasm overcoming all other emotions. Rebecca finally calmed down, her legs just barely holding her up. His fingers in her pussy and rectum were holding her up.

"Now that you have felt the pleasure, you must now receive the pain." He pushed Rebecca over to a large overstuffed chair. "Lean over the chair and push you head into the seat and push your ass out."

Rebecca did as she was told, the eighteen-year old now naked and spread over a chair. She felt hands grab her ankles and tie them to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs wide. She could feel the cool breeze on her anus and knew that she was exposed.

"Do not move your hands, I am going to spank your ass. You must feel the pain after you receive the pleasure." His hand slapped hard onto her right cheek, forcing a groan of pain from Rebecca. The hand again swung down, this time hitting her left cheek. His hand massaged her cheeks, feeling the hot glow from the spanking. His hand moved away and she knew that she was about to receive another spanking.

His hand again spanked each cheek before returning to caress her cheeks. This time they spread her ass open wide, allowing him access to her anus. She felt his fingers run over her anus again, than one hand was gone to return with a resounding spank directly on her anus.

"OOOOOWWW, that hurts," she cried. The spanking continued, alternating between her ass cheeks and directly on her anus. After twenty-five spanks he stopped.

"Stay very still as I am going to pleasure myself in your ass."

Rebecca could hear his zipper being pulled down and felt him as he pushed his hard cock against her ass.

"I am going to push my cock into your ass. It will hurt, but you will get used to it. You must accept the pain."

His cock pushed against her anus and began to push it open. Rebecca groaned in pain as her anus was forced to open and accept the head of his cock into her ass. "OOOOWWW," she cried as his cock began to force its way into her tender body. The head of his cock was now in her, spreading her open. He began to pull it out and than back in, each time pushing deeper into her rectum. Soon he had two inches, than three, than five and now he had all eight inches buried deep into her rectum.

Rebecca gasped in pain as he flexed his cock deep into her body. It began to give her cramps when he was deep in her. He pulled his cock from her body, the retreat of his cock almost as painful as when he entered her. Once her stretched anus gripped the head of his cock, he forced it deep into her rectum with a single thrust that knocked the air from her lungs.

Rebecca raised her head to scream in pain and tried to push her body away from the awful bang of her ass, but only allowed him greater access to her defenseless anus. He pounded his cock in and out of her stretched anal track, forcing groans and gasps from Rebecca as she was forced accept the brutal bang by his cock.

Rebecca was constantly rocked with the deep thrusts of his cock deep into her rectum. Her sphincter gave up the fight and relaxed to accept his hard cock. Her anal track began to spasm from the pain of the deep thrusts, milking his cock as he continued to tear her insides.

His hand reached over the chair and grabbed her breasts and began to pinch her nipples. His other hand reached between her legs and began to fondle her pussy again, forcing her to push her ass out to receive the pounding in her rectum.

"I'm going to make you cum again, this time with a cock up your ass." His hand moved up and down her pussy lips and massaged her clit, forcing groans of pleasure mixed with the pain of the bang of her ass. Just as Rebecca began to have another orgasm, the cock in her ass pushed deep into her rectum and began to shoot hot cum deep in her ass. Her orgasm milked the cum from his cock, deep into her ravaged rectum.

The Headmaster pulled his cock from her ass and untied her legs from the chair. Rebecca slumped in the chair, exhausted from cumming twice and being bangd and spanked.

"You can go to your room now and clean up and get some rest. I will bring you back down here tomorrow and we will continue with your training. I will pleasure myself in your mouth and your pussy and you will enjoy both the pleasure and pain."

[Octane]

First Day at Boarding School Ch. 02

   Rebecca left the Headmasters office her ass, inside and out, hurting. She did not understand what just happened. First, she was stripped naked, humiliated. Then he masturbated her while she stood there, fingers in her pussy and asshole, making her cum. Then her legs were bound to the chair, her ass up and open as she was spanked and then ass fucked. To make it even worse, he had made her cum with his cock hurting her tiny asshole. She went to her new room and took a shower and climbed into bed, curling up into the fetal position, trying to put this day out of her mind. Her asshole still stung from the brutal ass fucking he had given her. She never even knew people would want to do things like that.

   The knock on the door woke her. She sat up, unsure of where she was and what had happened. A knock again. “Yes, what is it?

   “Report to the gym in one hour. You will see the PE instructor for orientation. The Headmaster said not to be late or you will suffer the consequences,” the voice told her.

   “OK, I will be there.” Rebecca got up and yesterday began to come back to her. Her asshole was still sore, as was her ass cheeks. She looked in the mirror, her ass cheeks still red from the spanking. She spread her ass cheeks and looked at her asshole. It was red and swollen, a testament that last night really did happen. I have to figure out how to get out of here. I am just going to have to go along until I can figure out how to get news to Mom. There is got to be a way. I just have to stay away from the Headmaster. I cannot survive another day like yesterday.

   Rebecca looked into the closet for some clothes. The selection was limited. White button down blouses and plaid skirts. She looked in the drawer and found bras and panties, all her size. The bras were very silky and thin. The panties were all thongs. All were colored black. She looked around for socks, but there was none. In another drawer she found nylons. Not panty hose, but genuine nylons. And a garter belt to hold them up. Shoes were three-inch heels.

   She looked at the paper on the mirror.

   New Student Orientation

   All new students must attend for the first two days. Each instructor will have 4 hours with the new student to acclimate the student into their new life at the school and also evaluate the individual talents of the student. The students should attend these orientation sessions in the standard school attire of blouse, skirt, bra, panties, nylons, garter belt and heels.

   The following is the schedule:

   Day 1 8:00 to 12:00 Physical Education Day 1 1:00 to 5:00 Sex Education Day 2 8:00 to 12:00 Art Day 2 1:00 to 5:00 Dance Day 3 8:00 to 12:00 Complete Physical Examination

   Breakfast from 7:00 to 8:00 Lunch will be from 12:00 to 1:00 Dinner from 5:00 to 6:00

   The student will have a progress meeting with the Headmaster at 7:00 PM each night. Students will be informed of the attire for the progress meetings each day.

   Students disobeying any of the school rules will be given demerits. Spankings will be given out according to the following accumulation of demerits.

   2 demerits-Hand spanking 3 demerits-Spanking with ruler 4 demerits-Paddle spanking 5 demerits-cane

   Each spanking will consist of 25 blows. The area being spanked will be under the discretion of the Headmaster. Repeated offenses will result in public spankings in front of the entire student body.

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   Rebecca quickly dressed, the nylons and garter belt taking longer as she was unfamiliar with them. She looked like a whore in just the underwear, an innocent schoolgirl with the blouse and skirt. She did not know what they intended to do to her in the “orientation” classes, but if they were anything like her first session with the Headmaster, she knew that she was going to be sexually abused and humiliated. I just have to put up with it until I figure out how to get out of her, she thought. Once out of here, my stepfather will wish he was never born.

   First Day at Boarding School Part 3-Pysical Education Orientation

   Rebecca showed up at the gymnasium five minutes before eight. She knew that she did not want to be late. She had read the demerit list and knew that they would enjoy inflicting the punishment on her at any chance that got. Rebecca entered the gym, inside were two men.

   Coach Alan and Assistant Coach Josh were waiting for her. Coach Alan was forty-five, tall, 6 foot, 2 inches, a great build even at his age. He had taught at the school for five years now. The pay was less then he previously made, but the fringe benefits were tremendous. All the young ladies he wanted, to do with as he pleased. Assistant Coach Josh was twenty-five, 6 foot, blonde hair, blue eyes and had a surfer body, tanned and buff. Alan had known Josh from his previous alma mater and knew that even though Josh could get any woman he wanted, he liked his women to be reluctant and he liked to humiliate them. The school gave him this opportunity.

   “Step this way, Rebecca. We only have four hours and we have a lot to cover.” Alan motioned for Rebecca to the door at the side of the gym. The door let into the locker/work-out room. All around the room was various exercise equipment. There was a steam room, shower room, Jacuzzi’s and rub down tables. “The first thing we are going to test is your muscles. Please sit on the bench of this machine so we can test your arms and upper body strength.”

   Rebecca sat on the narrow seat, her legs parted on each side. On each side, level with her head, were two bars hanging down, attached to a rotating mechanism they drew up the weights from the center of the machine. The bars would rotate in an arc from directly in front of her eyes, where her hands would meet, to behind her ears, when her hands would be spread apart the greatest distance. When behind her ears the maximum amount of stress and weight would be placed on her arms and chest, the weights raised up high from center. This would also push her breasts out firmly in front of her.

   “Grip the handles, Rebecca and draw them out to the sides. I am going to start with 70 pounds of weight. A girl like you should easily be able to handle that. If you release the handles before I tell you to, you will receive one demerit. Do you understand, Rebecca?” Alan smiled as he looked down at Rebecca. I am going to enjoy this one.

   “Yes,” I have done exercises like this before, she thought. Rebecca gripped the handles and drew them to the side, the weights easily pulled from the center. That was easy, she thought.

   “Very good, Rebecca, now hold that position until I tell you to let go, remember a demerit if you release it. Josh, will you assist me.”

   Rebecca watched as Josh went to one side of her and Alan on the other.

   “Now stay in position, while we check your muscle tone.”

   Rebecca felt each of them began to run their fingers over her arms, feeling the tension in her upper arms as she maintained the position. Their hands massaged her arms, the back of their hands occasionally rubbing along the side of her strained breasts.


   “Very good, we’ll now check your upper body muscle tone. You are being a good girl, continue cooperating.” She felt the hands move up her arms, over her shoulders and now down her chest, slowly rubbing over her upper breasts. Her outstretched breasts strained in the position, almost begging to be touched. “You have a nice set of tits, do you know that, Rebecca? I think we are going to have to check them also. Now keep the position.”

   Rebecca cringed when she heard what they were going to do. It was starting again. Just like the Headmaster. Her arms began to tire. It was getting more difficult to stay in the position. She felt two large hands grab her large breasts. “AAAHHH, too hard,” she cried out.

   Alan grabbed her left tit. He loved the feel of young teenage breasts. So firm and resilient and he loved that they submitted to their groping. His fingers began to mold her firm flesh, Josh doing the same to her right tit. He watched her squirming on the bench, attempting to hold the position.

   Rebecca felt her nipples begin to harden. No matter what they did to her she could feel her beginning to get wet. She didn’t understand why. “OOOWW,” fingers searching out her nipples, grabbing the delicate flesh, pulling hard.

   “Grab her nipples, Josh,” Alan’s fingers searching out her nipples, pinching small pieces of young flesh until he found them, “she’s getting hard, the bitch likes it.” Alan saw her push out her breasts further, pushing them into their hands.

   Josh loved fondling Rebecca’s tits. They were so firm and her nipples so hard. He couldn’t wait until they had stripped her. His fingers moved down the front of her blouse and began to unbutton it, slowly, revealing her teenage flesh to their eyes. His fingers moved down until they reached the bottom, pulling the blouse out of her skirt, pushing it to the side. She now sat, blouse open, her breasts thrust out in their silky bra, straining to escape.

   “Please, don’t, don’t make me naked,” tears beginning to form in her eyes as her arms strained. She felt her blouse being opened and pulled to the side. Hands returned to her breasts, this time on her bra, the thin fabric affording little protection from the cruel fingers. Fingers sought out her nipples again, this time little in their way as they pinched cruelly on the erect flesh. She arched her back more, her arms tiring. “Please, I can’t hold them open much longer.”

   They both smiled as they watched her strain, her tits pushed out, their hands massaging the teenage flesh. They enjoyed this, the begging, the straining, the forced stripping. It always made their cocks hard. And their victim was always available to satisfy their lust when they were ready, young pussy and asshole ready to receive their hard cocks.

   “Would you like to put your arms down, Rebecca? Alan watched for her response. He saw her nod her head. “You may, but I want you to remove your blouse and your bra, can you do that, Rebecca?”

   Rebecca looked into Alan’s eyes and only saw his lust. She nodded again, knowing that they would have their way with her no matter what she did. She released the bars, her arms falling down, tired from the strain.

   “Strip to your waist, now.” Alan looked as she pulled the blouse from her arms, letting it fall to the floor.

   She reached behind her, unsnapping the bra, her arms going to the front, holding it over her breasts. She used one hand to allow the bra to fall from her shoulders as her other hand covered her breasts, her hand just barely able to contain her large breasts. They were both watching her. She knew what they wanted. She slowly lowered her hands, her breasts uncovered, her nipples hard and pointed. She turned her head, not wanting to see them looking at her breasts, but feeling their gaze.

   “Grab the bars again and push them open, come’on little girl, obey.” Alan watched as she raised her arms again, her breasts arching up, her arms straining as they moved to the side, her breasts pushing out. “Yes, that’s good, Rebecca, such lovely tits. And such big nipples, hard and erect. You like this, don’t you Rebecca, you like being forced to strip.”

   Rebecca felt hands reaching out for her breasts again, this time grabbing her naked flesh, digging into her tender flesh. Fingers sought out her nipples, fingernails digging into the tender aureole, scratching as they began again to pinch the hard nipples. “MMMMGGGG,” her nipples now being pulled from her body. Her arms were fast becoming jelly as she strained to hold the bar as they continued to molest her naked breasts.

   Alan pinched her nipple hard and began to pull it away from her body. Josh, seeing what he was doing began to copy him. Soon, both of Rebecca’s nipples were pulled far out, her back arching to relieve some of the strain. Alan’s other hand reached out and slapped the tender underside of her breast, making her breast heave, the pinched nipple forcing it to accept the slap. Josh, not to be outdone, slapped her other breast, digging his fingers into the teenage nipple harder, making sure that he would not release it.

   “Oh, God, that hurts, please, your tearing my nipples,” Rebecca cried out as they both began to slap her breasts, making them move about on her chest, her nipples aching from the cruel fingers molesting them.

   Alan released her nipple, but he hit her fully onto her battered nipple, sending her breast flying. Josh did the same, making her other breast slap against the one.

   “You’re being a good girl. Now get up and come over her. We are going to check your legs muscles, especially your thighs.” Rebecca was led over to a new machine, stripped naked to the waist, her breasts red from the slapping, her nipples hard and erect from their pinching. The new machine had a bench for her to sit on, a back support to keep her upright. Her legs were placed on the inside of the two leather pads. The pads were joined at the center of the machine, each one spreading out. “Now, spread your legs outward until you get to the end. I am going to put 70 pounds of weight on it again, a young girl like you should easily be able to attain that. “

   Rebecca began to spread her legs, her skirt riding up higher as her legs extended. She knew what they intended to do to her, but she would have to endure the humiliation. She saw them staring at her legs as her legs widened. She finally reached the maximum extend for the machine, Her legs already began to ache from the wide stance the machine forced her into.

   “Very good, Rebecca.” Alan’s hand reached out to her leg, his fingers sliding up her inside thigh, her skirt hiking up as he moved towards her pussy. He watched her face as she cringed when she felt his callused fingers crawling up her naked thighs.

   Rebecca felt them begin to molest her again. Josh joined Alan, their fingers pinching and grabbing her tender thighs as they moved up her leg, dragging her skirt up higher. She felt Alan pulled her skirt completely up over her waist, her panties now the only protection from these cruel men. Fingers grabbed small pieces of her tender flesh, pinching it, watching her pained expression as they moved up towards her spread pussy. She felt fingers on each side of her pussy, waiting for the moment to pinch her pussy flesh.

   “Are you wet, Rebecca? Tell the truth, we will know in a minute.” Alan watched as Rebecca nodded her head. “I thought so, you like being taken, don’t you?” His fingers grabbed down onto her pussy lips, squeezing it tightly. Josh, not to be outdone also grabbed her pussy, pulling her pussy lips open.

   Rebecca squirmed in the seat, her thighs aching from the forced spread of her legs as they groped her pussy. Fingers moved between the lips of her pussy and pushed her panties deeper inside her slit, fingers moving up and down her pussy, her panties soaking up her pussy juice. She jolted upward as Alan grabbed her pussy within his large hand, tightening up on the tender flesh, his fingers tearing into her moist pussy. “AAAWWW,” her ass arching up from the seat as Alan pulled her higher, his fingers biting into her tender pussy flesh, pulling her up by her pussy.

   Alan felt her teenage pussy fill his hand as he grabbed the tender flesh in her grip. He pulled her up by her pussy, seeing her strain to keep her legs open and also raise up her ass to relieve some of the pain. “You have such a hot pussy, Rebecca.” He relaxed his grip on her flesh, her ass back down on the chair. “You make close your legs, but I want you to remove your panties. Then spread them again. We want to see your naked pussy spread open.”

   Rebecca closed her legs, her thighs grateful for the brief reprise she received. She raised up her ass, pulling her panties down over her hips and down her legs. She kicked them off her ankles, sinking back down on the bench, her sparsely covered pussy naked before them. Her blonde hair just barely showed up on her pubic area, giving it the impression that her pussy was bald. She felt Alan ran his hand down over her stomach, sucking in her stomach trying to avoid his touch. It moved further down, over her bush, two fingers pushing between her pussy lips, drawing them apart as they slid down until they would not move any more because of her closed legs.

   Alan grabbed her pussy lips in his fingers and pinched hard, grabbing the tender flesh between his fingers. He felt her body shudder in pain. “Open your legs again and keep them open,” he ordered her. He watched as the young girl slowly spread her legs, her thighs straining against the weights as they extended out. “Yes, that’s good, can you feel the cool air on your spread pussy, you are so open for us. Do you like to do that, Rebecca, do you like to open your pussy for us?” He watched her face, the humiliation spreading across it. “Josh, help me spread little Rebecca open for us, grab her other pussy lip and spread it wide. I want to hear her moan in pain.”

   “OOOOWW, you’re stretching me too wide,” Rebecca cried in pain as Alan and Josh both yanked her pussy lips open, feeling like they were trying to tear her pussy lips off. She lay before them, her teenage pussy, all pink and wet, open before them. She never felt so naked as now. Fingers began to push down her pussy slit taking the moisture. A finger reached her pussy and began to push in, Rebecca straining to keep her legs open and also receive the finger in her pussy. Another finger reached out for her clit and began to rub over the hard nub, her hips beginning to move in rhythm to the finger inside her pussy.

   “You like that, don’t you Rebecca, you like all those fingers playing with your teenage pussy, all nice and wet and pink.” His finger pushed further inside her, her tight pussy clamping tightly on it. “Such a tight little pussy. We only have an hour left of our orientation, so I think we are going to have to fuck that tight little pussy before you leave.” He pulled his finger from her pussy, it gripping it tightly, trying to prevent it from leaving. He slapped her pussy hard, her body jerking up, her pussy turning red from the slap. “You can close your legs and lets move over to another machine. It’s time for a fucking, time to take a big cock up your teenage pussy.”

   They watched her as she stood up, head down moving towards the other machine. Naked, wet pussy, nipples hard, waiting to be fucked. They pulled her over to a padded bench, sloped upwards. They pushed her down onto it, on her stomach, her naked ass perched before them. They pulled her legs to the side, her ass cheeks opening, her pussy and asshole peeking out, tiny and tender. The bench stopped at her stomach, forcing her to bend forward, her upper body unsupported. Josh stood before her, holding her head up.

   Rebecca looked up, Josh’s hands lifting her chin up, a hard cock before her. She watched as it pushed forward, the large head a dark red, swollen, precum already leaking from the slit. She tightened her lips as it moved over her lips, leaving a trail of cum glistening in the lights. She clenched her lips tightly, refusing to allow the erect cock inside the confines of her oral cavity. Her asshole had been bangd, but not her mouth and pussy. She knew that she had no choice with her pussy. While she was not a virgin, she had never taken such a big cock into her tight pussy before. And she refused to suck his cock. She felt hands fumbling around behind her. They pushed her thighs apart, running up between her legs, over her wet pussy, pulling her ass up higher, making her pussy more accessible to the cock that would soon force itself into her tight pussy.

   “That’s good, Rebecca, spread open,” Alan’s hand fisting his cock, running it over her naked ass cheeks, They were so firm and resilient, the Headmaster already had spanked them. He felt her body squirm when she felt the big head of his cock run up and down her pussy slit, gathering pussy juice to ease the passage of his cock inside her pussy. He followed her ass, as she moved back and forth, his cock hardening from her motions. He continued to follow her movements, not letting her escape the cock that would soon slide inside her. He slapped her ass hard, feeling her body jerk in pain. She relaxed for a second. Another slap and this time he took advantage of her relaxing and pushed his cock inside her pussy, watching as her pussy lips spread wide to accept the head of his cock. He pushed harder, spearing her pussy with his cock, her pussy lips spreading tightly over the head, almost choking it. Alan slapped her again and this time pushed ruthlessly inside her pussy, feeling her young teenage pussy spread wide to accept the large cock, beating a path up inside her.


CONTINUED

[Octane]

First Day at Boarding School Ch. 03

over the head, almost choking it. Alan slapped her again and this time pushed ruthlessly inside her pussy, feeling her young teenage pussy spread wide to accept the large cock, beating a path up inside her.

Rebecca felt the cock against her pussy begin to push inside her, her pussy aching from the stretching that it had to do to accept the cruel cock. Her ass was being spanked again, the sharp pain running straight to her brain. She let her guard down for a second and the cock tore into her pussy. “OOOOWWW, AAAGGGHHH,” she yelled. Her mouth opened to scream in pain and as she did, Josh pushed his cock quickly into her hot mouth, filling it with his meat. It pushed deep inside of her, hitting the back of her mouth, making her choke and gag. Hands held her securely on the side of her head.

“Suck it like a lollypop, Rebecca, suck it good. Josh held her head, rocking her face back and forth onto his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around his hard cock. He felt her jerk forward onto his cock, forcing it deeper into her mouth. Alan must be drilling her cunt with his cock, forcing her mouth onto his cock.

Alan pushed into her pussy almost painfully as her teenage pussy tightened onto his cock. He continued to drill into her body, forcing it in, pulling it out, then back in again, stabbing deeper inside her with each push. He heard her muffled screams, Josh’s cock in her mouth muffling her cries of pain. He grabbed her hips hard and pulled her ass back onto his cock, it half way into her pussy now. He pulled it out, then pushed it back in, it sliding effortlessly over her wet pussy, driving deeper inside her. “You ever had a cock this big in that little pussy, Rebecca," pushing his cock ruthlessly into her pussy, wanting her to feel the pain of his cock. He changed angles on his cock, forcing it to hit new parts of her unused pussy, her body jerking in pain as he continued to fuck her. He now had all of his cock buried in her pussy. He paused, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his cock involuntarily, reacting to the bang of her body. “Is she sucking your cock good, Josh. You should feel this pussy, its hardly been used, its so tight.” He began to pull out and fuck her. Pushing hard into her body, his cock beating against her cervix, bruising her insides as he fucked her. He watched her body jerking forward with each thrust of his cock, her mouth forced further down on Josh’s cock, her throat forced open, gagging and choking her.

Josh held her head tightly, saw her hands clenched in fists as she took the brutal fucking they were giving her. He saw Alan fucking her hard, forcing her onto his hard cock, pulling her hips onto his erect cock, then fucking hard into her, pushing her forward. He felt her mouth forced down on his cock, grabbing her by the ears, forcing more of his cock down her throat, her gagging and choking on his cock making him harder. He could see tears running down her eyes, her nose running as she was forced to take his cock in her mouth. Her hands were free, but they stayed at her side, submissively accepting the taking of her mouth and pussy and the same time by their twin cocks. “Don’t make me cum, Rebecca. I am saving my load of cum for your asshole. The Headmaster says your asshole is so tight, so after Alan drops a load of cum in your pussy, I am going to fuck your asshole.”

Rebecca cringed in pain as they cock in her pussy forced fucked her, stretching her unused, teenage pussy to accept its girth. It felt so big as it fucked in her, backs out and then forcefully backs in until it banged against her insides. She felt hands reach under her and begin to grab her clit, pulling and pinching the hard pea-sized sex organ. Her hips raised up, forcing herself onto more of his cock as she tried to escape the painful pinching of her sensitive clit. “AAHHHGG,” the cock in her mouth forced down her throat, her air supply cut off, sucking in what air should could through her nose as her throat spasms on the hard cock, trying to suck the cum out of him. He said he was going to fuck her asshole. Her asshole still hurt from the Headmasters fucking and did not think she could stand another cock up her asshole, stretching her open.

Alan pushed with all of his might, pushing his cock into her teenage pussy until it banged inside her, her pussy tightening on his pole. He felt his cum move from his balls, along his cock, and begin to shoot from the end, filling her cunt with his hot cum, bursting against her tender insides. He ripped his cock out of her pussy and pushed back in again, her tight pussy yanking another load of cum out of his balls as he bottomed out into her pussy again, his balls slapping harshly against her upturned ass. “Suck the cum out of me Rebecca,” his fingers continuing to torment her enlarged clit. “Cum on my cock, Rebecca, show me what a slut you are, cum with me,” his fingers continuing their forced masturbation of her body.

Rebecca bounced on the machine, her pussy fucked ruthlessly, filling her pussy with hot cum as she felt the first stirring of a cum beginning. His fingers on her clit teased the tender morsel, the hot cock filling her mouth, forcing her to suck it. It was all she needed. She began to cum, a long, sweet cum, her pussy grabbing tightly to the large cock that reamed her out, her tongue bathing the cock in her mouth, her clit enlarged to over twice its size. She began to cum on the cock in her pussy, mixing with Alan’s hot cum, her pussy went into spasms, clamping on the cock inside her, the pain of her stretched pussy mixing with the pleasure of her clit pulled and twisted. “AAAHH, IMMMMM CuuuMMMMIINg,” she yelled, her hips pushing back on the cock, forcing more of it inside her as her clit continued to receive the fingers bringing about her orgasm. “OOOHH, GGGGOOODD,” she screamed in ecstasy as another orgasm overcame her, sucking the strength from her body as she slumped on the machine, spent, her pussy still stretched tightly around the now softening cock in her pussy.

Josh pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop, her lips stretched tightly around it. He watched Alan pull his softening cock from her pussy, cum dripping down her thighs, her pussy still a gaping hole from the fucking she had received. He saw her slumped, her orgasm draining all energy from her body as she stirred on the machine. Josh pulled her from the bench, her limp body barely able to stand. “Don’t go limp on my yet, Rebecca, you still have a ass fucking coming.” He moved over to a railing, the upper edge padded and dbangd her body over it, bent at the waist. Her head hung down one side, her large breasts falling towards the ground. He pulled her leg over to one side, spreading her open again. He grabbed a piece of rope and tied her leg to the lower rung of the railing. He grabbed the other leg and began to pull it open, spreading her legs wider and wider, her pussy still open and leaking cum, her tiny asshole now peaking out between the cheeks of her ass. It was still red and swollen, but looked tiny compared to her stretched out cunt. He heard her moan in pain as the spread of her legs began to make her thighs ache.

Rebecca felt her body bent over the railing, her ass now pushed up high. Hands spread her legs wide, ropes holding them open. She was now totally exposed again, this time her asshole the target for his cock. “Please, not there, fuck my pussy,” she begged, her asshole still sore from the Headmasters fucking. She felt Josh’s hard cock pushed against her defenseless asshole, her saliva having wetted it for her own ass fucking.

“You’ll take it up your asshole, your pussy is too used and wet. I want a dry hole to fuck, hot and tight and your asshole is begging for my big cock.” He humped his cock against her asshole, watching as it forced itself in, her asshole slowly spreading open, forced to accept the head, wrapping itself tightly around the erect cock.

“OOOWWW, take it out, its too big,” Rebecca screamed, but as she did, Alan stuck his cum covered cock into her mouth. The cum filled her mouth with its taste, a mixture of his and her cum. She gulped as she felt the soft cock already begin to get hard again.

Alan pushed his cock into her mouth until her lips were pushed against his abdomen. He would hold her like this, forcing her mouth to take his cock deeper and deeper as he cock hardened. Soon it would push to the back of her mouth and begin to enter her throat. He would enjoy feeling her struggle around his cock, unable to prevent it from entering, her choking and gagging massaging the cock into even greater hardness.

Josh felt her asshole pop open, his big cock spreading her wide, the head pushed into her rectum. He felt her body trying to expel the large cock, tightening onto it in forced response to the spreading of her anal tract. His cock twitched inside her as she involuntarily clenched and unclenched her asshole onto her cock, trying to force it from her teenage asshole.

Rebecca felt the tearing and rasping of a hard cock in her asshole again. The cock brought back the pain of the Headmasters cock. Her body tried to expel the cock, her body not being able to accept the fact that anyone would be perverted enough to want to stick their cock in her tiny asshole. But they did, and they seemed to enjoy doing it with as much pain as possible, forcing the cock into her, the pain shooting up her spine, feeling like it was tearing her flesh, a giant spear, pointed and big pushed relentlessly into her body. She bowed her legs out more, hoping to ease some of the pain, but only succeeding to open her asshole more as the cock now began to push inside her body, forcing itself into her colon. Her stomach began to cramp on the huge cock, her colon forced to straighten out at it ruthlessly pushed aside anything that got in its way, her inner organs included. “OOOHHHH, pppllleaasse, no more, don’t go any deeper, OOW,” a cramp smashing into her belly as the cock banged her tender anal tract. Her body shuddered and jumped as she felt the cock tearing inside her, unable to stop the cock from pushing deeper into her body.

Josh smiled as he looked down between the cheeks of Rebecca’s ass. He saw her tiny asshole spread wide over his cock, over half of it now pushed deep inside her reluctant asshole, her insides clamping down on the marauding cock, attempting to force it from her body, but only succeeding to make it harder. He gave her a brutal thrust, watching as almost all of his cock was buried in her asshole, her head pulled up and heard her muffled screams. Alan had her face smashed against her abdomen, his cock buried in her mouth. He could see by her throat gasping and grabbing that Alan’s cock was beginning to harden again, moving relentlessly inside the confines of her hot oral cavity, forcing itself down her throat again. She was being double fucked again, this time his cock spearing her asshole open. “Hold on, Rachel, it’s now time for a hard ass fucking. Your asshole feels so good gripping my cock. I going to ream out your asshole. You wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.” He pulled his cock all the way out of her asshole, watching as her asshole stayed open a gapping hole, red and abused. As it slowly began to close, he forced his cock into her in one brutal push, forcing her asshole again to spread wide as he made her take all of his cock deep inside of her. He felt her body shudder in pain as his cock tore her teenage flesh aside, pushing deep into her colon. He paused for a second before ripping his cock out as painful going out as going in, her silky insides clinging to his cock, her sphincter grabbing it as it pulled from her asshole.

Rebecca shuddered in pain as she felt every lump and bump on the cock in her ass rasping along her tender asshole. Her sphincter began to spasm on cock as it pulled from deep inside of her colon, the cramps stopping for a minute, but the pain shooting up her spine like a knife. She could not control her asshole, the pain forcing it to try to expel the cruel invader. Josh’s cock began a hard fucking, pushing deep inside her colon, her stomach cramping in pain as it beat down inside her and then her tightly stretched asshole stretching painfully around the cock as it was pulled from her body. Then it started all over again, the painful fucking continuing. “No, don’t make me cum again,” as she felt fingers reach for her sensitive clit again. She arched her back up, hoping to escape the gripping fingers, but only succeeding in pushing the cock deeper into her backside. Rebecca choked as the rapidly expanding cock in her mouth pushed into her throat, unable to stop it, held tightly against his abdomen. Her fingernails tore into her own skin, drawing blood as she clenched them in pain, unable to stop their unmerciful taking of her body for their own pleasure.

Josh began to fuck her harder, feeling the cum in his balls ready to fill her colon with his hot cum. He tore up and down her anal tract, her asshole clinging to his cock as he fucked her hard and fast. He continued to tease and pull her clit, feeling her body bucking under him, accepting his cock up her asshole, her clit begging for the forced masturbation. “Cum again for me Rebecca, cum with me as I shoot your asshole full of my hot cum.” He twisted her clit with his fingers and pushed his cock into her colon one last, brutal push, tearing her teenage asshole open. He cock began to swell, her asshole squeezing tightly around it as it was forced open wider, her cum shooting out the head of his cock, filling her colon with cum,

Rebecca screamed in the cock clogging her throat open as she began to cum, feeling her colon begin to fill with his hot cum, burning deep inside her. Her hips bumped up and down, unable to control her bodily functions as she fucked hard on the cock inside her, milking the cum out of him as her pussy juice began to run down her thighs again as his cock tore from her body before thrusting back in her again. She felt another load of cum fill her, hot and sticky deep inside her. The fingers coaxed another cum from her body, almost exhausted forced masturbation of her body. At the same time, Alan again filled her body with his cum, this time deep inside her throat. Cum shot out Rebecca’s nose as she choked on the load filling her body. The cock slipped from her mouth, leaving a trail of cum on her lips and chin. She arched her body up as she felt the cock, already softening, pulled from her body. She heard the sound of a fart as the cock pulled from her asshole, the vacuum inside her asshole broken, the air escaping from the brutal fucking she had received. She turned red in shame, her body soaked in sweat and cum, her sex organs red and swollen.

Josh slapped her ass hard and untied her legs. He saw her slump to the floor, cum dripping from her pussy and asshole, a puddle forming on the floor. “You’re a good fuck Rebecca, a real nice hot and tight fuck. Welcome to Physical Education. You should have no trouble passing any further tests,” he laughed, pushing his cock back into his pants.

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95. Babysitter Ch. 01

Hi, my name is Cindy. I'm a twenty year old college student living in Southern California. Now you might think that it is odd that someone as old as I am still babysitting. The truth is I'm good at it. I'm dependable, take good care of the kids and am usually always available, even with short notice. I could get a job at school, fast food or retail, but I find that I make more money babysitting (and tax free). I end up making considerably more then minimum wage; my tips are pretty good, especially when I take a job on short notice. Most of the people I baby-sit for are wealthy so their time is a lot more valuable then mine, so they tend to tip and pay better.

I guess you can say that I'm pretty, just not beautiful. I have brown hair, where most in Southern California are blonde. My breasts are rather small, where bikini's and abundant cleavage are the norm. You could stay that I don't stand out. I guess my best asset (a play on words) is my ass. I do work out; most of the people I baby-sit for have gym equipment. My cheeks are firm and tight. If I had more nerve I would look great in a pair of short shorts.

I don't date much, hardly at all. My problem is I am shy, really shy. Especially with boys. I'm not a virgin, having lost it when I was sixteen. I'm sure you will be surprised to learn that it was with two boys at once. Hardly the romantic way you would think. They were both older, 20 year old college students. Not what you would have expected from me? That is another story. Let's say that I still have fond memories, bringing about a delicious orgasm each time I think about it while masturbating.

Yes, I masturbate. Masturbate a lot. I have a very vivid imagination and as I blossomed into girlhood, my imagination became more sexual. So I masturbate, there is nothing else to do unless you want me to run around horny. Now I know you boys would love that. But you don't have a 4.0 average in college if you're perpetually horny. It's tough to masturbate when you live in a dorm, so my babysitting jobs also have an added incentive for me. Once the kids are asleep at night I have lots of time to let my imagination run wild, my hand in my jeans rubbing my pussy until I cum.

Now to my story. I have been reading Powerone stories for a long time, loving his tales of submissive girls. One day I sent him an e-mail which he answered. We sent back e-mails a couple of times until I started telling him of my fantasies. He liked them and thought they would make a good story. I would tell him one of them and then he would write it. He is much better then I am and much more perverted. Since he put them down on paper, my orgasms have been much better. Only he could have thought of the things that were done to me in the fantasies. None of these really happened; they are just figments of my very fertile imagination. So here it goes.

Chapter One Naughty Girls Get Spanked

Mr. Johnston, Michael as he asked me to call him lived in Rancho Santa Fe. He has a five year old daughter and a very attractive wife. They are very wealthy. I baby-sit for him often, Michael appreciating it with very large tips, especially when I do it on short notice, which is often. Their house is always immaculate, I'm sure they have a maid that does it, but he is very picky about it. I make sure that I leave it that way, spending about the last half hour before they get home picking up and cleaning.

I was babysitting them last Friday night. It was about ten o'clock when I heard a noise. It scared me because the Johnston's were not supposed to be home until after one. I was laying on the couch, a drink and some potatoes chips on the table, reading one of my textbooks. I jumped up when I head the click of the door and a noise in the front hallway. Now this is a big house, so it took me a while before I managed to get to the door. And I was peeking around the corner when I saw Michael. He looked a little angry and he was alone. I was relieved. At least it wasn't a burglar.

"You scared me Michael," I said as I peered out from around the corner. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," he said gruffly. "I came home early; Lillian decided to stay for a couple of more hours. Is the baby okay?"

"She's sleeping. Let me get my things and I will go." I remembered the mess in the living room. I would just clean it up real quick and get out of there. He didn't look very happy. Maybe he had a fight with Lillian.

"What is this?" He stared at the mess on the table, potatoes chip crumbs on the floor. His voice seemed even angrier.

"I was just going to clean it up. I didn't know you were coming home early." His rage seemed to be directed at me. I had never seen him like that. "I'm sorry," I quickly added.

"Being sorry wouldn't cut it today. You know how much I like my house clean. I didn't mean for you to mess it up and clean it up before I come home. I expected you to keep it clean all the time. I expected much more from you Cindy."

He was looking at me a bit strange now. It was a mixture of angry and something else; I wasn't sure what it was. "I understand Sir. It wouldn't happen again."

"I think you need to be taught a lesson. If you don't want to accept, you are free to leave and I will find someone else to do your job. Somewhere more willing to take responsibility."

Cindy started thinking quickly. She was making over $800 a month babysitting for them. A quick calculation showed that her tips were often very big, earning her about $20.00 an hour. God, how could she ever replace that? She also got two other jobs because of Michael. Would he tell them about her? Would she lose them also? Taught a lesson. What did he plan to do? She looked at him, his anger seemed to be going away quickly, but there was a different glint in his eyes. He was looking at her strangely, eyeing her body uncomfortably. Could he mean something sexually? She began to feel dampness between her legs. "No sir. I'm willing to take responsibility." There, she said it, almost feeling a relief.

He smiled at her. "That's much better." He moved over to one of the chairs, sitting down on the straight back chair. "Do you know how naughty girls are punished?"

"No Sir," but she knew she was about to find out. He beckoned her over to him. She let her hands slide down to her side, clutching her short skirt to her hips.

"I think a spanking is in order. Maybe if your lovely ass cheeks are sore it will remind you to obey."

"Spanking! You're going to spank me. I'm too old for that." But she saw in his eyes that he wouldn't take no for an answer. She trembled as she moved closer to him, his hands already outstretched to touch.

"Turn around." His voice was firm and demanding, making sure that Cindy would submit. His cock jerked in excitement as her cute ass turned towards him, her head hung in shame. He felt her body tremble when his hand touched her hips, jerking forward as if she were burned.

"No!" She cried out when she felt him touch her. She tried to jerk away, but his hands became more insistent, pressing harder into her hips, pulling her back towards him. Her hands went back to protect herself.

"Don't you dare! Put your hands in front of you." He pulled one hand free and slapped her hard on her upper leg, the sound of his hand hitting her naked flesh ringing out in the room. "Stand still!"

Her leg stung from the blow, catching her off guard. It still felt as if his hand was still touching her there, the skin hot and aching. She moved her hands forward, but not before she touched the spot he had hit, feeling the hot, tender skin. "Please," she could only beg. But she obeyed him, her hands hanging submissively at her side, waiting. Waiting for the touch of his hands on her body again. She didn't have to wait long, the hands returning to her hips, firm, strong hands that pulled her back towards him. At least she didn't have to see his face.

He enjoyed the way she obeyed, standing, waiting for him to make his next move. He let his hand begin to slide down her hips, her short skirt highlighting the long tanned, naked legs. She shivered when he touched her skin, his hands clenched motionless as she grew accustom to his touch. He slid back up, his hand sliding under her skirt, caressing her naked flanks. Her skin was so silky smooth. She didn't even flinch when his hands slid under her skirt, reconciled to the fact of his power over her.

She couldn't believe it when his hand slid under her skirt, her body frozen as he ran up her naked hips. His hands slid up high, her thong doing little to cover her naked body, his hands freely exploring her body. She almost forgot that her ass cheeks would be bare, not even flimsy panties would stop any of the pain of the spanking. She felt a sense of relief when he moved his hands from under her skirt, but they returned, this time on her skirt, but starting at her waist and moving down the gentle slope of her butt until both hands gripped her cheeks. He squeezed the taut cheeks, Cindy tightening her buttocks in response, his hands powerful, gripping her flesh tightly. He clenched and unclenched her cheeks in his hands.

He loved the feel of her naked skin, pleased that she was wearing a thong; her lovely cheeks would be naked when he pulled up her skirt before spanking her. Her delicate flesh would feel the entire brunt of his large hands spanking her cheeks. He gripped her cheeks with his hands, loving the way she fought the intrusion, her cheeks tightening in response. He would use that against her; let her feel what happens when she tightened her cheeks later, a surprise that she could never have expected. "Your ass is built for punishment Cindy. Nice, full round cheeks. I'm going to turn them a delightful red." He released her cheeks. "Over my lap now. It's time to begin your punishment."

Her face was already red in shame at his fondling of her flesh, but she was unable to stop him. He touched her as if he owned her and she let him have his way with her. That is what scared her so much. How far would she let him? How far would he go? She hesitantly moved closer to him, blushing as she saw the bulge in his pants. She was exciting him. His arms came out and gripped her waist, pulling her until she was standing to the side of him, his arm pushing down on her back as he bent her over him. She could feel her breasts hanging down; glad he at least couldn't see down the front of her open blouse.

He let his hand stroke down over her outthrust butt, his other hand on her back, forcing her to bend over onto his lap. "Yes," he moaned in pleasure as her body touched his throbbing cock, feeling the flesh quiver in lust. He let his hand roam over her ass cheeks, her skirt riding up as he forced her into position. He enjoyed her squirming, his cock receiving such a delightful rubbing. He couldn't believe how submissive she had become, resigned to the fate of a spanking, or more. His hands enjoyed her tight ass, massaging the firm flesh while she squirmed beneath him, not even fully understanding the delightful masturbation her squirming was giving his hard cock. He made his cock jerk twice; her body stopping as she fully understood what she was doing to his cock. He slapped her one cheek hard, the sound of his hand hitting her tight ass ringing out in the room. "Don't stop squirming!" His voice was firm.

She felt the cock jerk against her, suddenly the realization of what she was doing to him dawning on her. Not only was she masturbating him with her body, but also herself, her pussy getting wet as she rubbed against the hard cock. She was almost humping him as if she were a dog in heat; all the while his hands were molesting her flesh. She stopped instantly, ashamed at the way she was acting. "EEEEHH," the slap of her ass stung. She could feel the pain even after he removed his hand. He wanted her to continue, to masturbate his cock with her pussy by rubbing up and down. How humiliating to be treated as just a sex toy, but she couldn't deny the tingling she felt between her legs, the way her clit seemed to rub against his cock. She began to rub against him again, squirming her lower body back and forth over his cock, feeling it jerk in pleasure as she began the gentle masturbation of his cock again.

"You learn well Cindy. You just need a little physical pain as encouragement to make you perform." His cock jerked again from her artful squirming, noticing a change in her. She seemed to be enjoying the movement of their bodies rubbing against each other. Even his cock jerking didn't slow her down; in fact it made her move quicker. His hands ran freely over her luscious cheeks pushed out on his lap, his other hand on her back keeping her pinned down. Her skirt had ridden up high on her legs, barely covering anything now. He began to lightly slap her naked legs, moving from her knees up her inner thighs, pushing out on them, forcing her legs to part slightly. While his slaps weren't very hard, they were consistent, moving up and down the same tender inner skin, turning the skin pink. He couldn't wait any longer, eager to see the taut naked ass that lay beneath her tiny skirt. "Reach back and pull up your skirt. It is time to spank your ass. Your naked ass."

It was humiliating enough to be forced to masturbate him all the while he slapped her tender inner thighs, the burning increasing as he continued to slap the same spots over and over. Now he wanted her to uncover her naked ass so he could spank her. The thought of him seeing her naked body, afraid of where it would go from there. Afraid of where she might allow him to go. Her pussy was drenched, his hard cock bringing such a delightful sensation as she rode her slit up and down the throbbing member.

"Now!" She seemed to be daydreaming, a sharp slap to her ass bringing her back to reality. She stopped moving as her hand reached back and submissively began to draw the tiny skirt above her waist, letting it fall onto her back, her hand returning to prop herself on the floor, her lower body beginning again the gentle masturbation.

She felt the cool air of the room on her ass, knowing how exposed she must look. She closed her eyes, her fantasies clouding her mind as she rubbed against him again. She tightened her thighs and cheeks, hoping to keep him from seeing her naked sex. She felt the rush of air before she even felt it. A sharp slap sounding in the room, then the rush of pain as it shot to her brain. God, it stung so badly, much more then she remembered as a child. Another to her other cheek, the skin feeling so hot and tingling. She tightened her cheeks even harder as his hands began to explore her naked ass, a finger trying to slide between her tightly clenched cheeks, moving up and down her crack. She wouldn't allow him access to her most guarded treasures.

Each time he spanked her, her masturbation became more urgent. She was enjoying the pain or the submission, not caring which, just enjoying her enthusiastic masturbation of his cock. But he needed to have her submit to inspection of her most private treasures, her clenching thighs and cheeks preventing it. "Get up and go to the kitchen. In the refrigerator crisper you will find a ginger root. Do you know what a ginger root looks like?" He was counting on her nativity, hoping she wouldn't realize the purpose.

She felt his hands pulling her up. Why did he want a ginger root now? She was confused, but she obeyed, her skirt falling back down to cover her naked buttocks. "Yes Sir."

"And bring a paring knife. Now hurry back. You still have your punishment coming." He watched her ass sway so sensuously as she left the room, unaware of what lay ahead for her. He heard her in the kitchen, quickly bringing back what he requested, her face red in embarrassment at having to face him. "Good girl." He had arranged the coffee table in front of the chair, a few pillows for cushioning on top of it.

She handed him the ginger root, a large root about an inch in diameter. She knew it was used in gourmet cook, not understanding why he wanted it. But that is what she feared.

"Turn, your back to me," he ordered her. She obeyed instantly, his hands reaching out to grab her hips. "Move back," pulling her backwards. "Spread your legs," he ordered when she bumped into him.

She was afraid of the last order. Spread your legs, her face red in shame as she slowly did as he requested. She felt her body being moved back until she was straddling him, her legs on either side of his hips. She almost had to bow her legs out to accommodate his request. She felt his hand on her back, pushing her down again. Now she understood. Her ass rose up as she was pushed down, down towards the cushioned coffee table. His hands were on her naked hips, having slipped under her skirt again.

"Put your hands on the table. I'm going to lift your legs up. Spread out on the table." His hands eagerly slid lower down on her legs when her body touched the table, supporting her. He pulled her up until her body was positioned on his lap, her legs now hanging uselessly behind him. She looked back, her face red in shame as she finally realized how vulnerable of a position she was in.

How did she get in such a position? She was almost lying on top of him, her lower body supported on him, his hard cock pressing into her sex again, this time with her legs spread, she was so much more vulnerable. She felt his hands returning to her legs, sliding underneath her skirt, moving up to her naked ass. "Please no," she begged as she felt her skirt pushed up higher and higher, moving up until she felt his hands on her naked ass cheeks, knowing the view that she was affording him.

He let his hands slide up her inner thighs, feeling her muscles tighten, as he got closer and closer to her sex. With her legs straddling his body, she couldn't stop him from exploring her sex. He pushed her skirt until it was on her back, her luscious ass revealed in all her naked glory. His hands began to explore her lovely flesh, moving back and forth her cheeks, feeling her tighten when he moved closer to her crack, teasing her by sliding one finger up and down the moist opening, her cheeks pinned tightly together as she sought to hide her treasures from him. His fingers moved to her crack, his thumbs on each side, digging in and pushing out. He heard her moan as she tried to prevent him from pulling her cheeks apart, his fingers too powerful, finally relenting with a grunt. The string from her thong still hid her asshole, but he could make out the edges of the dark brown wrinkled opening, his finger sliding so close to it that he saw the edges pucker in and out. He slapped her ass hard, her body jerking up in pain. His hands moved to her hips, making her body move, making her masturbate his cock again with her pussy. "Continue."

He was going too far now, teasing her too close to her asshole. Why would he want to touch her there? His powerful slap stung fiercely, his hands urging her to squirm on his cock again. She knew it must look as if she were a two dollar whore, humping him with her pussy, but she obeyed, her pussy wet with desire. His hands stopped touching her, her eyes closed as she heard movement behind her, too scared to look back.

Michael began to prepare the ginger root. What Cindy didn't realize is that the ginger root produces a burning sensation when introduced into the anus. It is used to humiliate and chastise the victim, as well as preventing the victim from clutching her buttocks during spankings, the pain increasing when the ginger root is squeezed by the sphincter. The burning sensation is also known to induce intense pleasure. He used the paring knife to skin the root so it was smooth. He carved a concavity around the finger of the root about two thirds of the way down. This acts as a retention device, similar to the way the tapering portion of a butt plug is locked by the sphincter. Cindy would be experiencing some very new and uncomfortable feelings in her anus, hopefully adding to the squirming she was doing on his cock. He didn't need any lubrication, the natural juices of the root more then sufficient. First he had to prepare her, knowing that she would fight any intrusion into her anus. A brief spanking and then a gentle masturbation would suffice.

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Babysitter Ch. 02

"OOOWWW," she yelled when she felt his hand slap her cheek. Again, it slapped at her other naked cheek, alternating back and forth. They weren't particularly hard, not what she was expecting, but they still stung, her hips moving back and forth, her pussy rubbing over the throbbing member beneath her, feeling it jerk in pleasure each time he hit her. Five times he spanked her, then stopped, his hands returning to rub her flesh sensuously. She felt him touch the top of her thong in the back and then heard the snip, feeling the pressure release, knowing that he had cut it. "No, please don't take it off, please," she begged, not wanting to be naked, sure that he would be able to see her sex from behind.

Another slap was Michael's response, his fingers pulling the thong from her cheeks, letting it slowly slide down until he got to her sex, pausing. He took two fingers and gripped her lips from behind, squeezing harshly, pulling on the fleshy skin.

"EEEEHHH," shocked at the unexpected touch on her sex. She bucked under him as he pulled on her lips. She felt his finger slide between her lips, pushing the thin material between her wet lips, ashamed at how her body was responding. She squirmed harder as his hands pinched her tender flesh, squeezing her lips between his powerful fingers. She was afraid when he pulled her thong away.

"You're pussy is drenched. You're enjoying this. Well, I have so much more for you to experience." He pulled her thong, throwing it on the floor so she could see it. He pushed out on her legs, spreading her wider for his gaze, her pussy glistening with her juices, her lips spreading wider. "Such a lovely pink pussy."

She knew she was grossly exposed, but even though she was humiliated by it, she was also aroused. Even the thought of him spanking her made her wetter. How could be so dominated by him be so sexually arousing? Would he take advantage of the situation? "EEEEHHH," his fingers jolting her back to reality, clamping onto her naked pussy, squeezing her tender pussy lips, yanking on them harshly. She rubbed against his thick cock faster, feeling it jerk in pleasure each time he pinched her pussy. His fingers became bolder, sliding up and down her slit from behind, rubbing her juices up and down, her legs spread wide, unable or not wanting him to stop. She humped up and down, sure that she was giving him quite a show, but she no longer cared. Suddenly his fingers moved up higher, Cindy clenching her cheeks as his finger slid along her crack, sweat aiding in making it slick. "No! NOT THERE!" A sharp slap to her ass, then another one, this time harder. "OOOOWW."

"Relax your cheeks. NOW!" His fingers moved to her crack, slowly spreading her cheeks when he felt her relax, watching as her tiny wrinkled opening came into view. The crinkled dark brown hole looked so tiny, a dimpled hole barely as big as his little finger. He would have to open her up for the ginger root first. He slapped her cheeks again, alternating between the two, moving lower so that his fingers barely grazed her pussy from behind, feeling her shudder when he did. "Don't you dare move."

"NNNOOO," but she didn't stop him as his finger slowly ran over he anus, slick with his juices it slid easily, rubbing the her intimate hole. She felt so exposed, continuing to rub his cock, her pussy receiving pleasure in return.

"Are you enjoying my cock?"

She was embarrassed, but it was true. She loved the feeling of his hard cock sliding back and forth over her naked pussy. "Yes," she murmured softly.

"Reach underneath you and take my cock out. I want you to rub your naked pussy against my hard cock."

She was afraid of taking his cock out. Would he fuck her? She began to raise up her ass, suddenly stopping when she felt his finger poised at the entrance to her anus. If she continued, she would impale her asshole on his fingertip. "Please. Move your finger."

"I said take out my cock!" His voice rose up, more domineering. "Do it now." He kept his finger on her anus, pressing slightly inward; watching as her anal ring slowly began to open.

She was afraid of his finger, but she was more afraid of him. She let her ass slowly rise up, feeling the pressure on her anus as her anal ring expanded to engulf his finger. It felt strange to feel something push inside, moving higher. "EEGGHH," his finger suddenly sucked into the hot depths of her rectum as she reached underneath him, her fingers quickly unzipping his pants, reaching inside his shorts to grasp the hot flesh in her fingers. She pulled it out, the hard cock bending slightly as she wrapped her fingers around the thick cock. It jerked and shuddered in her hands as it popped out. She finally moved her hands away, sighing as she felt the hot flesh touch her pussy. His finger didn't move, pushing in as she moved downward, tightly encased in her asshole.

She was so tight, her hot asshole felt as if it was sucking his finger in deeper. He felt her anal ring sliding down his finger as if it were a tight condom sliding over it, her rectal muscles clenching on his digit from his unnatural probing. He twisted his finger inside her, causing her to hump up and down his naked cock, feeling her pussy juices bathing his cock.

Suddenly his finger was gone, Cindy not sure if she was relieved or disappointed. She felt empty, the spasms in her anus continuing. His cock felt so good, the hot flesh rubbing so sensuously up and down her slit, Cindy fighting the urge to push it into her pussy and let him fuck her to death. "WWHHAAATT!" She felt something returning to her anus, this time much bigger. It wasn't his finger. She felt him slap her ass again.

"Hold still." He pressed the Ginger root against her anus and began to push. "Push out and it will go easier. I'm going to push the ginger root in your asshole."

"Why!" She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Hold still," not answering her. He wanted her to experience it. He pushed, her anal ring opening wider, stretching, the dark, hole now a light brown as the skin stretched to accommodate the thick finger of the ginger root. He saw her ass rise up as she strained to accommodate the thick root forcing entry in her backside.

"EEEGGGGH," suddenly she felt the root slide inside her, his powerful hands pushing aside all resistance until she felt it inside her rectum. She felt a cool sensation as the root sat inside her asshole, her anus in spasms as she bucked up and down. "It's getting warm," she cried out, tears falling from her eyes. "Take it out."

He pushed with his finger, sending the root inside her asshole, the air whooshing from her lungs as her asshole was suddenly filled with unnatural object. He lightly tapped the end of the root, sending vibrations deep into her asshole. He waited and watched while the Ginger root began to do its work. Her hips became more active, moving back and forth, dragging his cock over her slick pussy. She clenched her cheeks, a soft groan from her lips, her cheeks relaxing again. She did this three times, obviously finally figuring that the burning sensation deep in her asshole increased with her clenching. He let his fingers slide down to her vagina, suddenly impaling her pussy with three thick fingers. He was surprised how easily they slid in, her juices soaking the dry digits. She arched up on his lap when she was impaled, his hand slapping her ass cheek harder, driving her hips back down, impaling his fingers deeper into her hot pussy.

She felt so full and vulnerable. Whenever she clenched her cheeks, the burning pain would increase deep inside her anal passage. Her pussy was filled with harsh fingers, knuckles stretching and scbanging her tender insides as her hips fucked back and forth on his hard cock. And his hand kept her moving, slapping her tender cheeks, the fiery pain in her skin increasing as he slapped her harder and harder. And to keep her vulnerable, his finger lightly tapped on the end of the ginger root, reminding her of his domination of her body, sending such intense feelings deep in her asshole.

Michael fought to keep from cumming, her wet pussy sliding so sensuously up and down his thick member, bringing such delightful tremors through her body when he spanked her. He kept it up for twenty minutes, noticing a change in her demeanor. She was masturbating his cock with renewed vigor, pressing harder onto his flesh, sliding her pussy up and down with long strokes. And her cheeks were almost always tight together. She seemed to relish the deep, burning pain deep in her asshole, his finger gripping the end of the Ginger root, sliding it up and down in a mock sodomy, his fingers fucking her pussy with deep strokes, her pussy clinging to the thick fingers. He knew it was time, her breathing deep and heavy, a coating of sweat covering her body as she masturbated his cock for all she was worth.

She knew it was time, unable to control it any longer. The deep, hot burning in her asshole brought tears to her eyes but a delicious feeling between her legs. His fingers playing the Ginger root in and out of her asshole felt as if he was fucking her asshole with his cock, his fingers bringing such pleasure to her clenching pussy. "Spank me hard," she yelled out. "I'm going to cum."

Michael didn't fail to help her, his hand raining down five powerful blows to her ass cheeks that made her body jump in pain. Four fingers plunged into her pussy, spreading her tender insides wide to accommodate the thick digits. He gripped the Ginger root and pulled it almost all the way out before plunging in back into her resisting asshole. He didn't wait any longer, feeling her body tremble and shake then explode. His cock jerked in pleasure as he felt her gush on his cock, his balls spewing a load of cum that shot on her.

She came just as he did, his blows raining on her cheeks in a fiery pain that shot to her sex, her asshole reamed out by the Ginger root and finally his cock shot a load of cum that felt as if it were coming from a fire hose, the powerful stream of ropey cum shooting directly on her clit. The orgasm that hit her body was so intense that she felt as if her heart stopped, between her legs she felt a tingling that started with her clit, spread to her pussy and ended deep in her asshole, her whole body beginning to spasm in pleasure. She came on his cock, feeling as if she were peeing on him, their cum mixing together to coat the organs with the slick fluids. Again he came on her clit, again she came on his cock, her hips fucking up and down driving more pleasurable cums from his cock, spewing his hot cum all over her pussy.

She rode his cock even when he finished cumming, her pussy slick with juices sliding effortlessly up and down his cock. She finally slumped down, exhausted, her body covered in sweat. Her ass was a delicious pink, the skin feeling hot as he let his fingers roam over the burning flesh. He tapped at the Ginger root, Cindy not even stirring as he did, too exhausted to move. He gripped the end tightly and began to pull it out, seeing her anal ring clinging to it as if it didn't want it to leave, her ring pulling upward as he slowly extracted the root from her asshole. He watched as her anal ring slowly spread wider to release the end, a sigh coming from Cindy as it popped free. He watched the spasm in her asshole after the ginger root left, her anus still open, the darkness of her hole visible. He teased the hole with his finger, feeling the tremors running through the slick opening. "Turn over onto your back," his hands grabbing one ankle to bring it around as she turned over. He watched her pussy spread out as her legs spread wider to accommodate his request. He got up and stood next to her, making sure her legs were still spread wide.

"Did you have an enjoyable cum?" He smiled as he looked at her, her body drained.

She turned red in shame at having performed as she did, cumming while being spanked and anally impaled. After the orgasm, she felt even more humiliation. "I'm sorry."

"I hope that taught you a lesson. Next time this is what will happen to you if you displease me." He grabbed her legs, pulling them up and pushing them wide so her pussy began to spread out. "Raise up your ass." She obeyed; her ass rising up until it was almost a foot off the coffee table.'

What was he going to do now? She shut her eyes, not wanting to see. She waited. Suddenly it hit her. His hand shot out between her legs, the palm of his hand slapping hard against her pussy, slapping puffy labia, slapping against her sensitive clit. "GGGGGOOODDD," she screamed in pain.

"Next time it will be your pussy that will be spanked. And maybe with a riding crop to beat between your pretty lips." He noticed that she didn't move back down again, her ass still raised up higher, presenting her pussy to him. Not to disappoint her he rained down another blow onto her pussy, the sweet sound of his hand hitting her wet flesh ringing out in the room, another scream torn from her lips.

It hurt. And felt good, her pussy taking such punishment but also bringing such conflicting feelings to her body. The second one was even better then the first, Cindy already thinking of what she might do wrong next time she babysat.

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96. Great Birthday

Darla sat cross-legged, watching television as she folded clothes. Her brothers were playing basketball outside in the driveway. She could hear the thud of the ball as they dribbled up and down in front of the basket hung on the garage. She glanced at the clock, then put down the T-shirt she had been folding. It was time to get them in for supper. Papa would be home soon and she wanted everything to be ready when he arrived. Since their mother had left ten years earlier, Darla had taken on the duties of cook, housekeeper and babysitter.

Looking out the backdoor at her brothers, it was now hard to imagine them ever being that small. Danny was 19 and the image of Papa. Derrick was 20 and a junior at college. Both boys lived at home. Papa wanted it that way. He wanted his kids close by him all the time. Darla called to the boys to come to supper. They dutifully left the basketball and walked toward the backdoor. They had always been obedient, polite boys but with an air of mischief. As Danny walked in, he slapped Darla on the rump and ran into the kitchen. Darla ran after him, catching up to him at the refrigerator. She reached up and ruffled his blond curly hair. He grinned at her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Derrick walked up behind her and kissed her other cheek. Darla felt flush. The boys had always been very affectionate, but she was shy and it made her uncomfortable. Her blushing face was too irresistible for the boys, so they both kissed her again. Darla shooed them away to go wash their hands. "Papa will be home on a few minutes. Go get yourselves decent for the supper table." Both of her brothers wandered off to wash up.

Darla was humming softly, filling dishes with the evening's meal. She was an excellent cook. The aroma of fresh baked bread and pot roast filled the kitchen. "Smells wonderful, Darla." Papa had walked into the kitchen and had quietly stole up behind his beautiful daughter. She turned and kissed him to welcome him home. His lips lightly touched hers and he put his arm around her waist. "How was your day?" Darla sat a plate in front of her father as he took his place at the table. "It was great. Everything has gone so well today. I have all my work done." He smiled approval at the sparkling clean home. "You work so hard to make a nice home for us all. I am very proud of you. And I haven't forgotten your special day. I have a birthday surprise for you later." Darla smiled at her Papa. He never forgot a birthday. He was the greatest Papa in the world.

The boys joined them at the table. "Happy 23rd birthday, Darla!" The boys shouted in unison, then laughed. Darla giggled at her brothers. "Papa has a surprise for me!"

"We know. We know what it is, too." Danny stuck his tongue out at her, just like when he was a little boy. She giggled again. She was excited and anxious about her surprise. She couldn't wait. Papa noticed how she wiggled in her chair. He watched her twisting back and forth as she ate her dinner. "Sit still, child. Your surprise is coming right after we eat."

After they had all finished eating, Darla got up to do dishes. But the boys took her by the hand and walked her into the living room. "Not tonight, dear sister." Again they spoke in unison. She smiled at them and let them lead her into the living room. Papa was in his chair, waiting for them. "Well, Darla you are all grown up dear. I can hardly believe you are my little girl when I look at you. You have blossomed into a beautiful woman. I want you to know I am proud of you." Darla blushed at her father's words. "I guess you want your surprise now?" Darla nodded "Yes, please." Papa looked at his two boys, who sat on the floor beside Darla's chair. He winked at Derrick, then at Danny. Danny smiled back at him. The boys exchanged and glance and then looked up at Darla. Mischief again danced in their eyes. Darla felt a bit nervous. What were they up to?

Papa crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. He pulled out his pipe and lit it. He looked again at the boys. He drew a deep breath and then nodded to them. Before Darla knew what was happening, the boys were grabbing her and pulling her to the floor. She was startled and let out a yelp. Danny covered her mouth with his. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, probing and tasting. Derrick was holding her down to the floor. She started to fight them. She wanted to yell, but couldn't. She felt helpless in their grasp. Danny pulled away from her and smiled an evil smile.

He and Derrick started pull her dress up, revealing her white panties. She looked over at Papa, who was smiling at the event. "Just lay there a let them do it, Darla. Trust Papa. All you women are sluts at heart. Look at your mom. I know you all want cock. I'm giving you what you want. But this way, you won't leave like she did. She went out to chase cock. We're going to show you that you have all the cock you need here." Papa continued to watch the boys as they slide off Darla's panties. She didn't protest any longer. Papa had said to lay still and she did just that. He was always right.

Danny put his fingers on her pussy lips, rubbing them lightly. She felt a tingle of excitement. She looked up at the ceiling, not sure of what to do. Derrick leaned over her body and began unbuttoning her dress. He unhooked the front hook bra and began to rub her tits. He licked one nipple and pinched the other with his fingers. She heard herself moan. It felt good. She felt Danny's fingers slide into her pussy. She felt the wet lips give way to his fingers and again moaned. Derrick began to bite her nipple and pinched harder. Darla moaned louder. Danny leaned over her and pushed his face into her wet cunt. He started licking and sucking on her lips and clit. Darla reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him in closer. Derrick pulled back from her tits and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and rubbed the hard dick against her face. Darla turned away at first.

Derrick grabbed her face and turned her back toward the waiting cock. He forced it into her mouth, and began fucking her mouth. Darla tried to pull away but felt a slap on her thigh. Papa had moved over to her. He looked at her sternly and she stopped struggling. Derrick began to fuck her mouth faster. She tasted his cock and liked the feel of the precum on her tongue. She started to suck instinctively. Danny was now watching Derrick and his sister. He wanted some of that action. He crawled up to Darla's head and turned it to his dick. He pushed it inside her mouth and fucked her hard. Danny was masturbating as he watched. Darla turned her head toward Derrick and put her hand up for him. Danny fucked her mouth while she masturbated Derrick.

Papa watched his children at play. "Good, good. Fuck her mouth, Danny. Derrick, fuck her hand. Get ready to cum. I want to see that semen shoot out on her tits. I want to see her covered in cum. Darla didn't know why, but she was even more excited by knowing Papa was watching. She was moaning and sucking, fondling the other cock with her hand. Both boys pulled out at the same time, aiming the rock hard cocks at her tits. Cum shot out of their cocks, landing on her tits and her belly. She moaned again as the warm fluid covered her body. Danny and Derrick emptied out their load on her and then sat back on the floor.

Papa stared at the body of his lovely daughter. He smiled at the glistening cum on her tits. He looked over at his boys and gave them another instruction. "Strip her naked. I want to see that ass of hers." The boys willing complied with the command. Darla lay there as they ripped her clothes from her. They rolled her over onto her tummy, exposing the soft ass to Papa. "Time for a birthday spanking, boys." Danny and Derrick took turns spanking their sister's ass. They counted off twenty-three slaps and then each slapped an ass cheek as they counted "one to grow on".

She wiggled under their spanking, but then begged for more. Danny and Derrick looked up at Papa, who nodded agreement. They spanked and spanked Darla as she shouted for more. Papa looked with glee as Darla's ass began to glow red. He kneeled down between her legs and watched the hands spanking and the flesh of her cheeks wiggle. "That's enough, boys. Move over to the couch now. Papa has some things he wants to do to birthday girl."

Derrick and Danny sat on the couch and watched at Papa pulled out his stiff cock. It was huge. Danny and Derrick were well endowed, but nothing to compare with the cock Papa produced. Papa dangled the cock above her ass, touching the tip to her cheeks. He stuck his fingers up her pussy, feeling the wetness. She moaned as he began to fuck her virgin cunt with his fingers. "Hold on, baby. You're going to hide this cock in that tight pussy. Papa lay on top of her and grabbed her hips. He tilted her hips a bit and rubbed his cock against her lips to get it wet.

Without any further movement, he rammed the full length of his 11" deep into the tight pussy of his daughter. Darla let out a yell as she felt the monster cock plunge into her virgin pussy. Papa reached around and put his hand over her mouth. He rammed her harder and harder, fucking her as deep as he could force his dick in her. He held her mouth tightly shut, but she was still heard by her brothers. Derrick leaned over on the couch and called to Papa "Fuck her hard. Make her cum, Papa. Fuck her so hard she can't take it!" Papa was fucking his daughter like streetwalker. He wanted her to feel what real cock could do to her. He felt her body shake and tremble as he fucked her. He felt his cock throb and knew he was ready to cum. "Not yet. Not the pussy this time." Papa whirled her over on her back and forced the cock into her mouth as he shot his load down her throat. "Suck it all, baby. Suck every drop. That's daddy's little girl." Darla swallowed and swallowed all she could. She felt cum dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She thought he would never stop.

Papa stood up, looking at his daughter. He smiled at her. She was beautiful with cum dripping down her chin. He looked over at his boys, who were rubbing their hard cocks as they watched the fucking. "Want more?" He asked his sons. Both boys nodded, ready to fuck their sister. Papa winked at them and they dove off the couch onto Darla's naked body. Derrick forced his cock into her ass, then rolled her on top of him. Danny plunged into her pussy and both boys fucked their sister. Darla moaned and begged for more. They fucked her while Papa watched, happy that his children enjoyed the time together. He sat on the chair and watched them as they rolled around on the floor, exploring new positions, fucking and sucking each other. Papa smiled. It had been a great birthday for his daughter.