Slave to Son’s Bully - Copied

[hirarandi]

Slave to my Son's Bully: 

So, here I am. I'm in the 'Club House', on my knees, deepthroating Jerome. Jerome used to be my son Jack's bully. Behind me, I can hear my best friend Jessica taking Derrick's big thick cock up her ass. Jerome is talking to the rest of his crew and their girlfriends as this is happening. They are fully dressed, while Jessica and I are only wearing our butt plugs (Jessica was holding her plug in her mouth since her ass was otherwise occupied), garter belts, stockings, 6-inch stilettos, clit rings, nipple rings, and a gold chain between the nipple rings. Oh yes, mustn't forget the collars and leashes. 

Jerome and his crew just graduated from high school, as well as did my son and Jessica's daughter, April. That means that our slavery will be over soon. I'm not sure how I feel about that right now. I used to count the days until it was over, but, now, I am kind of sorry that it is ending. I've kind of began really enjoying it. 

I hear the door open. "Hey, Jerome. We're here, so what's this surprise you told me about." Said a voice that I knew all too well. My eyes went wide, and I would have gasped in shock if I didn't have 10-inches of cock stuffing my mouth. I did hear Jessica grunt in surprise though. 

Approximately 9-months earlier: 

"Jake. What happened to your eye?" I asked as my son walked into the house after football practice. 

"Jerome, as usual." He said. "He blamed my for running into Tanya, even though she was not supposed to be on the field. We were running a play, and I was watching the receiver when, BAM, I plowed into her. Fuck! She was right in the middle of the field. She had no business being there, but Jerome still blamed me, and he punched me in the parking lot after practice was over." 

"Well, that's it." I stated, barely able to control my anger. "I'm tired of his bullying you all the time for no reason. This has gone on long enough. I'm going to take care of this once and for all." 

Jake tried to talk me out of it, but I wasn't listening to him. I was pissed. Jerome had been bullying my son all through high school. Jake never did anything to deserve it, but he still got it. Him and his friends were the targets of Jerome and his whole crew. That was mainly the starters for the football team and their girlfriends. Of course, the popular kids would pick on the less popular ones. 

Perhaps a little background here. Jake was my only child. His father was killed in an industrial accident several years ago. There was negligence by the company, and the payout ensured that money would not be a problem for us for the rest of our lives. That would be a while, as Jake was 14, and I was only 32 when it happened. I had Jake when I was 18 and just graduated from high school. His father was my high school sweetheart, and we got married the week after we graduated. He had an academic scholarship, went to the local college, and graduated with a degree in engineering. He got a job with a local company, and we did OK until the accident. Now, it was just Jake and me. 

Jake is a good kid. He has a heart of gold, and is very smart, just like his father. Also, just like his father, he is not really athletically gifted, but he tries hard and loves football. He does have a few friends, but they are on the nerdy side. All are smart and do very well in school. Unfortunately, they are not part of the popular caste. Jake stands at about 5-feet, 11-inches. He weighs about 190-pounds, but he is muscular from working out and playing football. He plays Safety, but is second string at best. 

A little about Jerome. Jerome is the star of the team. He is an All State Running Back, and has several scholarship offers to big time colleges. He pretty much runs the school. The administration and teachers let him get away with just about anything, because he makes the school look good. I should mention that he is the first All-State player that the school has ever had. He is African-American, stands 6-feet, 3-inches tall, and weighs 250-pounds of solid muscle. His girlfriend, Tanya is the head cheerleader - of course. 

The next morning, I got dressed in one of my better power skirt suits. It was a dark grey, knee-length skirt with a matching jacket. I paired this with a white blouse, black seamed stockings and 4-inch heels. I was wearing a lacy red bra and matching thong, because I feel more confidence when wearing sexy undies beneath my clothes. 

A little more about myself. My name is Amy Brown. As I said earlier, I gave birth to my son when I was 18-years old, so I am now 36. I am 5-feet, 6-inches tall, have thick, wavy copper colored hair that I wear down to the center of my back. My breasts are 38DD, I have a 26-inch waist that flairs out to 38-inch hips. My legs are long and toned. I spend 4-days a week with my gym torturer to keep myself in shape. While my face is not supermodel beautiful, I have been told by multiple people that I am very attractive. Even though the only ones to see it are the other ladies in the gym locker room while I shower, I keep myself well-groomed with a thin landing strip of hair matching the hair on my head. Yes, I am a natural redhead with light green eyes. 

While we were married, Jack and I had a phenomenal sex life. We both had very high libidos and were very industrious in the bedroom (living room, kitchen, bathroom, back seat of the car...). We experimented with a variety of toys and even a bit of bondage and submission. I was always the submissive in those games, and I have to admit that I really enjoyed it. Suffice it to say that I loved being his slut, but I was ONLY his. I was the perfectly respectable classy wife to the world, but a total nymphomaniac in the bedroom for my husband. 

When Jack was killed, my sex drive went into hibernation. I just couldn't bear the thought of being with anyone else. After about a year, I decided that my sole focus would be raising our son to be the man that his father was. I wouldn't bring another man into the house. Yes, I had been asked out multiple times over the years (and have even been hit on by a few women when a rumor went around that I might be gay because I always refused the offers from all the guys), but, truthfully, I just wanted to focus on raising my son. I didn't want to complicate things by having another relationship. To combat the occasional stress that would build up, I had purchased a few toys on-line that would take care of any needs I had. BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend) was all I needed. 

I got to the school just after their first period had begun, and demanded to speak to the principal and football coach. About half an hour later, I was escorted into the office. With both men there, I listed several of the events the events where Jerome has bullied my son for no reason. I demanded that action be taken, and that this bullying be stopped or I would file a suit against the school and them personally. They assured me that they would take care of the issue and apologized profusely to me for what had happened. Momentarily satisfied, I left and returned home to BOB and a bit of stress relief. 

Jerome: 

I got called into Coach's office during second period. He was pissed. Shit flows downhill and gains momentum as it rolls. Ms. Brown had gone off on Principal Dwyer and my coach. After she left, Principal Dwyer yelled at Coach and told him to fix this, because it would look very bad for the school if she went public. Of course, Coach screamed at me about it and told me that I had better fix this or I would lose my scholarships - at least the ones to the better universities. 

I should probably mention a couple of things here. First off, I'm not just some dumb jock. Yes, I am really good at sports, and I am the star of the football team I am also rather intelligent. I understand that very few college athletes actually go pro; furthermore, very few of those actually get the huge contracts that make multimillions of dollars. Also, the average career in the NFL is only about 3.3-years. With all of that, I was determined to get a good education that I could fall back on. My GPA right now is a 3.75 overall. As I said, I'm intelligent and I also work hard to keep my grades up. Now, I needed to focus some attention on what to do about this little problem. 

The first part was really a no-brainer. At lunch, I told my crew that Jake was now off limits. They were to leave him alone. I really didn't care much about his friends, but Jake was a no-go. To be truthful, I really don't remember why Jake became a target of mine. Sure, he wasn't a gifted athlete and was absolutely no threat to me, in fact, he didn't even play the same position. He was a second-string safety, and I was the starting running back. I actually kind of respected him a little. Even though he didn't have the talent, he was probably the hardest worker on the team. He was the first out on the field for practice and the last to leave. While running plays, no matter how hard I hit him when I plowed through him, he still came at me full on during the very next play. He studied game film more than anyone else on the team. That guy just loved the sport and gave 110-percent. 

"Saw his mom walking out of the school this morning. Damn, she is hot." Derrick mentioned. 

"Yeah, but she is kind of a bitch. Probably is frustrated from not getting any since her husband was killed." Tammy added. 

"He worked with my uncle, and I overheard him telling my uncle about how wild she was in the bedroom once. He didn't really go into details, but said that she kind of became a nympho when she got revved up." Jason added. 

A bit of a plan began to get formed in my head, but I needed more information. Time for some intelligence work. 

"Tammy, you really never participated in most of the harassment of Jake and his friends. In fact, several times it has been you that tried to get us to back off a bit. I have a project for you." I saw her eyes get a little worried. "I need you to become friends with Jakes girlfriend, April. See if you can get her to give you any information on Ms. Brown." 

"Well, the hard part will be getting April to trust me, but I do know that April's mom is Ms. Brown's best friend. Her mom is divorced, and she and Jake's mom hang out quite a bit since they are both single." 

"Great!" I responded. "Jason, talk to your uncle and see if you can get any more information. See if you can get a couple more details." Looking back at Tammy, "Tammy, you should probably back off from us temporarily. Tell April that you had a bit of a falling out with us. That should help you get in a bit with April. Stand up for her when she gets harassed. Don't worry. You will be coming back once things get settled." 

The plan was formed up over the next week. We left Jake alone, and Tammy started hanging out with April. Jason got a little more very interesting information from his uncle over the weekend. The Jackpot happened Sunday evening while Tammy was over at April's house studying. It seemed that April needed a little help with her Chemistry class, and Tammy volunteered since she was getting a solid 'A' in it. 

"So, April and I were at the kitchen table studying when Ms. Brown comes over. They were in the living room chatting while drinking a bottle of wine. I overheard Ms. Brown telling April's mom about how she is getting so frustrated only having Bob to get off on. She then started talking about how she used to be such a slut for her husband when they had sex." Tammy said to me. We were out by the bleachers with no one around during a break. We didn't want April to see us talking and blow the ruse of Tammy being on the outs with our group. 

"Who's Bob? I didn't think that she was seeing anyone." I said. A boyfriend would seriously put a crimp on my plans. 

Tammy laughed. "Bob isn't a guy. You're a guy, I should have figured that you would be clueless about that. Bob is an acronym. Girls know about these things. Bob is B O B, as in Battery Operated Boyfriend. Bob is her vibrator." 

"Oh." Was all I could say. 

OK. Now I was ready. I just needed to put it into motion. 

Later that afternoon: 

"Hey Jake!" I said as I walked over to him and helped him up after the play we had just run. "You did good there, but next time you see the tight end line up like that in Trips Formation, move about two steps to the left before the snap, and you'll have better position on him. Take away his outside move and push him closer to the linebacker in coverage." 

Of course, he looked at me suspiciously. I had never offered him advice before, and he obviously thought that I was setting him up for something. He nodded his head in agreement and trotted back to his assigned place on the field. He must have seen the benefit of my suggestion, so he took two steps to the left just before the next snap. Sure enough, he was in a better position. When the Derrick threw the ball to the outside, Jake managed to step in front of it and bat it away. 

"Told ya." I said as I walked back by him. 

I gave him a few more pointers throughout practice. He was still suspicious, but he started to see that my suggestions were actually working. 

"So, what's the punch line?" I heard from behind me as I was getting dressed at my locker. 

Turning around, Jake was there with a grim look on his face. 

"No idea what you're talking about. I don't know anything about any punch line." I replied. 

"You never give me any pointers. Any time you do anything to me out on the field, I end up getting creamed. Now, suddenly, you start helping me. What are you setting me up for?" 

He's a clever bastard. Although, that isn't really a surprise. He's actually carrying a 3.95 GPA and taking several college prep classes. I'm not setting him up for anything. It's his mom that I'm setting up. Besides, I actually do have some benevolent motives for this. 

"Look. I'm sorry for the other day. Tanya had no business being there, and you were not at fault. I just lost my cool. After Coach talked to me the other day, I sat down and thought about a few things. I want to apologize for the past. Here's the deal. First off, you are one of the hardest workers on the team. Sure, there is a lack of natural talent, but you just keep plugging away. No matter what happens, you get right back up and play just as hard on the next down. I admire that. That's part of it. Another part is admittedly selfish. The better the team is, the more college scouts start looking at us. That means that I can get better scholarships from more schools. Helping you get better makes the team better. With Jerry's nagging hamstring injury, you will probably get more playing time. That means that you need to be the best you can be. Again, helping you helps the team, which helps me." 

"OK. I guess that makes some sense." He mumbled as he turned and walked away. 

I could tell that he really didn't believe me, but that was OK. This was just the start. I would put the full plan into action tomorrow. Speaking of which, I finished getting dressed and went to Coaches office. 

"Hey Coach. I need a couple of favors from you." I said as I walked in. Being the first All-State player in school history and getting the better college scouts on campus gets me a lot of perks from the coaching staff. "I need to take tomorrow off from practice. I have a couple of things that I need to get done." 

"OK." He replied. I think you can miss one practice, as long as you are at film study during lunch." 

"Of course." I replied. "Also, how about giving Jake some reps with the starting defense?" 

He looked at me suspiciously. 

"Seriously." I countered. "I've been watching him, and I think it would do the team some good. Besides, with Jerry's hinky hamstring, we will probably be needing Jake to play more. This gives him some better reps and gets him more familiar with the team. It would also help calm his mother down if she sees that he is moving up the ladder, so to speak." 

He still wasn't convinced, but, as I said, I get a lot of leeway from him. He grudgingly agreed, and I left to meet my crew at my clubhouse. 

Amy, the next afternoon: 

Jake had come home yesterday after practice and told be some bazaar story about Jerome actually helping him at practice. He also included what Jerome told him in the locker room. Needless to say, I was very suspicious. True, he had been left alone for the last week, but this seemed very odd. Oh well. Perhaps my meeting with the principal and his coach did better than I thought. Finally, I just shrugged my shoulders and let it go. 

The doorbell rang at about 1-oclock in the afternoon. I was shocked to see Jerome standing there when I looked through the peep hole. He actually looked very nicely dressed and even had a bouquet of flowers. This is very strange. Probably should see what he wants. 

"Good afternoon, Ms. Brown. I hope that I'm not interrupting anything. I wanted to come over and personally apologize to you about how I have treated your son." He said when I opened the door. 

"Well, uuum, thank you." I stammered. Christ, I thing I was just transported onto the set of the Twilight Zone. 

"May I please come in and talk? I would really like to fully apologize and see if there is a way that I can make things up to you and Jake." Opening that door and stepping aside to let him in was the worst mistake of my life. 

I escorted him into the Livingroom and got him a glass of water as he sat on the couch. He began my downfall as I took a seat in the chair opposite him. 

"Again, Ms. Brown, I sincerely apologize for the way that I treated your son over the last couple of years. He's a good kid, and I really don't remember why I started to harass him. Probably just juvenile pranks because he wasn't as popular as I was. Perhaps it was just to build up my position with my peers by showing that I was the alfa male in the school. Regardless, I have grown up more now and do want to make amends." 

"Well, thank you, Jerome. That's very mature of you. Really, all he wants is to be left alone and not be picked on." I offered. 

"Yeah, well I have talked to my friends about that, and they have been leaving him alone for the last week. I've even started to help him a little bit on the field." 

"Yes, he mentioned that yesterday when he got home. I have to admit, it surprised me." 

"Yeah, and it kind of surprised my friends a bit too. That's where a bit of a problem arises." He continued. 

"Uuuuuhhhhmmm, what kind of problem? How would that be a problem?" I stammered. 

"Well, you see, I have built my position as the alfa male at the school by being a great athlete and a dominant figure over everyone else. The athlete part isn't going to go away, but showing mercy and getting soft on other students that are on the lower rungs of the ladder will deteriorate my authority with my crew. That's something that I don't want to happen. In fact, that has started to erode over the last week, and my crew are beginning to get restless." He explained. 

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"Well, surely you can handle that. I mean, what's the big deal with just leaving a good kid alone? It's not like he's ever done anything to deserve this." I was beginning to worry about this conversation. 

"You're right. I could handle this, but I really don't have a reason to. I mean, it would really be easier for me to just let my crew do what they want, and I wouldn't lose any authority over them. Making them back off, or even being nice to Jake would cause me issues. What would I get out of that?" 

"What are you saying?" I was starting to get very concerned at the direction this was taking. 

"I'm saying that protecting, and even helping your son will cost me. I want some compensation for that." He demanded. 

"Compensation? You want money for doing what's right?" I shrilled. 

"Oh, no. I couldn't take any money. You see, I have several college scouts looking at me right now. The big programs look really hard at everything, even finances. Any money that would be worth my efforts would be found, and that would cause a lot of issues. I couldn't take that chance." He explained. 

"So, what kind of compensation are you asking for then?" I was really getting nervous. He was shaking me down to protect my son. I needed to see what I was up against. 

"I figured that you could be my compensation." He smiled. 

"EXCUSE ME? WHAT THE FUCK?" I screamed. "Look, you little bastard, I'll go to the Superintendent. I'll make complaints to the security officer. I'll go to the media about this. Your worried about your scholarships? What do you think being arrested for assault or having the story all over the news will do to those precious scouts?" 

He just got an evil smile on his face. "They will do absolutely nothing. You see, if you were to do that, I could just turn it completely around so that it showed your son as the aggressor. It would be kind of like a Napoleon complex thing. I can show videos from practice showing how aggressive he is when trying to tackle me, and have all of my friends swearing that he started the fight, and I was just defending myself. Let's be honest about this. I am the local hero for the school. The administration, teachers, and coaches let me get away with just about anything, because of the attention I bring to the school from the big-time universities. Hell, even the security officer know who I am and let me off of speeding tickets. You got none of that. It's your word against the entire school. Who do you think they will believe? You will just end up looking like the over-protective mother that refuses to see what a complete asshole she has raised." 

Fuck! I was trapped. I had two choices: let my son get bullied for the rest of the year, or 'pay' him. I wasn't sure exactly what he was asking for, but I could guess that it had something to do with sex. 

"Oh, and I should mention that his harassment will be worse going forward. Some of my guys really don't like him much. It wouldn't take a whole lot to hurt him on the practice field. An 'accidental' low hit could put him on the sidelines for the rest of the year." Jerome added. 

I just sat there looking at the floor, weighing my options. 

"Twenty-five thousand dollars." I whispered. 

"Nope. I told you that I can't take money." 

"Fifty thousand, and I will set it up in an off-shore account where it couldn't be found." 

"Tempting, but no-can-do. I can't take the chance that it might be found. Besides, I really don't need the money with the scholarships I'll be getting." 

Fuck! I sighed. I was out of options if I wanted to protect my son. I raised my head and looked into his eyes. 

"What do you want?" I asked. Might as well see what I would be in for. 

He grinned as he basked in his victory. I knew that this didn't bode well for me. 

"Here are the terms: First off, you will be my sex slave for the rest of the school year. I will turn you free the day after graduation. You will let me use you in any hole I want, any time I want, including your ass. This will be our little secret. I will not do anything when Jake is around. I don't need to get him pissed off at me and causing trouble. Also, colleges would look down on a prospective player with a sex slave. It wouldn't look good, so it's in my interest to keep this a secret. It is also in your best interest to keep it a secret. What do you think the news media would do to you if they found out that you offered me your body to help your son? Speaking of which, I will be actually befriending Jake. I will be helping him move up the social ladder at school. I'll also be getting him more playing time and helping him become a better player. Your job is to be available to me and do what I tell you. You may actually enjoy a lot of it. I guarantee that you'll be getting a lot more sex than you have in the past four years." 

That wouldn't be hard to do, since I hadn't had sex with anyone since Jack was killed. I really didn't have much choice. 

"You promise that no one else will know and that you will let me go when you graduate?" 

"I promise that I will never tell anyone else, and, yes, you will be free after I graduate. Hell, I'll be going away for college anyway. At that time, the issue with your son would be gone, and I couldn't really take you with me to the dorms anyway." He explained. 

"Fine." I submitted. "What do you want me to do?" 

"First off, I want to see what I now own. Put on some music and strip for me. Let's see how good you can dance." 

I got up and turned on the stereo. I had a classic rock CD in. Bon Jovi's 'You give Love a Bad Name' happened to be queued up. That seemed appropriate. I had taken a lot of dance classes when I was younger. Ballet, Jazz, Tap, Modern, and even ballroom Dance. I had kept in shape, and still did aerobics, so I could still pull off a lot of the old dance steps. I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me as I began moving. 

"Open your eyes and look at me. After all, the best strippers look directly at you and make you believe that they are doing it just for you. Keep eye contact." Jerome ordered. 

I opened my eyes and locked them on him. This was so degrading. Being a mature woman and being forced to strip naked for a teenager. I had been out running errands all morning, so I was wearing a nice white dress that buttoned in the front and ended at my knees. Underneath that, I was wearing a lacy blue bra with matching panties, black garter belt, beige stocking, and 3-inch white heels. He wanted a show, I figured that I better give him a show. 

I bent at the waste and began whipping my hair around. He had moved the coffee table to the side as I was working with the stereo, I shook my hips a few times, then strutted up to him. Bending down, I rubbed my cheek against his, then abruptly stood up, turned around and strutted away. I had quickly unbuttoned my dress as my back was turned. Turning back, I shrugged my shoulders and let the dress fall off my arms and hang loosely on my hips. Turning my back on him, I shook my hips to let the dress fall free and pool at my feet. 

"Nice." He complemented. "Keep the stockings, garter, and heels on, but lose the rest." 

While still moving to the beat, I took some time teasing him with my bra as I unhooked it and played peek-a-boo with my tits before finally whipping it off and twirling it over my head. After throwing it aside, I began dancing forward and back while pulling the sides of my panties up and down. I turned around and pulled them up into the crack of my ass. Going for the big finish, I strutted back over to him, and stepped up onto the couch straddling him. I squatted down, took his hands, and put them on my panties at the sides of my hips. When his fingers curled around them, I stood up as he held them in place, removing them. Finally, I stepped off the couch and danced around a bit more until the song ended. 

"Yes. Very nice. I'm really going to enjoy this." He said. "OK. So, we have a little over two-hours until Jake gets home. Let's start with a blow-job. Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here. You're doing all the work, so take my pants off and get busy. I expect you to swallow, and don't spill a drop. This is a gift to you, so don't waste it." 

I had been so into concentrating on my dance that I didn't realize it until I lowered myself to my knees. My nipples were hard, even though it was kind of warm in the house, and my pussy was wet. Apparently, I get aroused by humiliation. That probably was not a very good thing for me with the situation I found myself in. 

I crawled my way over to him and undid his pants. He lifted up a bit so I could pull them down. 

"HOLY FUCK!" I shouted as his thick 9-inch long cock sprang free. 

"Well, get busy. We are on a time limit, and there are still a few things that we are going to do before I leave, and I'm not leaving before I am through. You better get started unless you want your son to walk in on us." 

That got my attention. I couldn't even fathom what walking in on me fucking his bully would do to Jake. I finished pulling Jerome's pants and underwear off, then took his huge tool in my hands. Shit. I was getting wetter as I envisioned that monster inside my pussy. After stroking it for a minute, I leaned forward and licked the head. I felt a spasm when mu tongue swiped it. I continued to lick all over the shaft, slowly stroking it as I went. My husband was OK in size, a little bigger than average at 7-inches, but nowhere near what Jerome is packing. I used to love sucking my husband's cock, and I became very good at it. Eventually, I opened my mouth and took in the head. Still lavishing the head with my tongue, I began giving pulses of suction. I pushed down taking more of him into my mouth, then began bobbing up and down. I continued to create saliva, bathing his cock in a warm bath. There was no way in hell that I could take the whole thing, but I was determined to take as much as I could. 

I pushed down until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I took a deep breath as I steeled my resolve, then pushed farther as I took it down my throat. I held it for a bit as my throat made contractions around it as if I was milking it. Back up for another breath, then down again. I managed to get a bit more that time. I kept that up for a while, but, try as I might, there was just no way I could go any farther. Finally, I pulled off and began licking and sucking his balls as I stroked him with my hand. Back in my mouth, I began bobbing and sucking in earnest. I heard him begin moaning and felt his cock begin to pulse. He roared as the jets of cum began filling my mouth. I managed to swallow it all without setting a single drop go to waste. When he was done, I continued to suck making sure that I pulled out every drop. 

"OK, slut. Show me where your bedroom is. Time for some real fun." He commanded as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was surprised to see that he remained hard after that. Nothing like the recovery of a horney 18-year old. 

I rose up and began leading him upstairs to my bedroom. He reached over and cupped my ass with one of his hands, giving it a light squeeze. 

"Ever taken it in the ass before?" He asked. 

"No. My husband really wasn't that interested in that, and I've always considered that hole as an exit only." I firmly replied. 

"Well, that's going to change, but don't worry. I'm not gonna do that today." 

When we got into my bedroom, he stopped me and moved up behind me. H reached around and cupped my tits in his hands. I was surprised that he wasn't mauling them. Instead, he cupped them and gently squeezed them. His thumbs lightly rubbed and circled my diamond hard nipples. I felt him giving gentle kisses at the crook of my neck. I shuddered in pleasure. One hand moved down to my pussy. Oh God! My knees almost gave out as he stroked my clit. A loud moan escaped my lips as his index and ring finger spread my outer lips as his middle finger plunged into my soaking cunt. 

I found myself splayed out on the bed on my back. His head was between my legs. I found myself wanting to find the woman that taught him how to eat pussy and bow down before her in gratitude. His tongue was evil. It was everywhere, giving enormous pleasure wherever it touched. He licked. He plunged it in. He teased my clit. He explored every nook and cranny. I was taken to heights I had no clue existed. When it finally exploded, it washed over me like a tidal wave. I heard sounds emanating from my throat that I didn't know were possible. My thrashing on the bed as the waves of ecstasy poured though would have gained astonishment at the National Finals Rodeo. 

As I was recovering, he moved up on top of me. I felt him slowly pushing into me. Again, I was surprised by his gentleness. I kind of expected him to just shove it all in at once. Instead, he was going slow enough for me to adjust. After he was half way in, he pulled back, then pressed in again. He went a bit deeper that time. My God! That thing was huge. Thankfully, I was given the time to stretch out. Finally, he was all the way in. He just stayed there for a couple of minutes while I got used to the size. I could feel the pulses of his heartbeat in his cock. That rocketed my arousal even higher. Slowly, he pulled back, then in again. He picked up the rhythm after a couple of minutes. It wasn't long before I felt another orgasm rock through me. Once that happened, he let loose. One orgasm turned into another as he pounded me. Suddenly, he pulled completely out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. His strength shocked me. I was like a rag doll to him. With barely a pause, he thrust his monstrous cock all the way back inside me from behind. He was pulling me back onto him by my hips as he thrust forward. Somehow, he was going deeper now. I was rocked with a massive orgasm when he gave a last mighty thrust and held me tight as I felt the first jet of cum begin to flood my pussy. 

We laid there gasping for breath as we recovered for about five minutes. 

"OK, Slut. One of your duties is to clean me up afterwards. First off, use your mouth to clean up my cock, then go into the bathroom and get a warm wet washcloth for the final cleaning." 

Well, I had gone this far. I thought to myself. It isn't like I hadn't tasted myself before. I had made a habit of licking off my toys before taking them to the sink to wash them. I leaned over and spent the next few minutes licking and sucking all the juices off his cock. Afterwards, I went into the bathroom and got a new washcloth wet with warm water before returning and gently bathing his face before moving down to his crotch. 

"Homework for you." He said after he got dressed and prepared to leave. I remained naked, per his orders. "This evening, you are to go to one of the sex shops here in town and get the following items: A jar of lube, a butt plug started kit, a dildo that is the same size as my cock, Nipple clips, a collar, and leash. Tonight, when you go to bed, you will put in the smallest butt plug and leave it in all night. Tomorrow morning, you will replace that plug with the next size up. Finally, tomorrow night, just before you go to bed, you will put the biggest plug in. Each day, three times a day for 20-minutes, you are to practice sucking on the dildo until you can take it all the way down. From now on, until further notice, you are to keep your ass plugged except when you need to remove it to go to the bathroom. Furthermore, you are never to wear panties without specific permission. You will also throw out all your pantyhose. Only stockings and garter or thigh-high stay-up stocking from now on. Speaking of wardrobe, from now on, you will only wear dresses or skirts with nothing less than 4-inch heels unless specifically instructed otherwise. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, I understand." Well, looks like I have some shopping to do. Aside from the sex shop, I needed to upgrade my wardrobe. 

"Also, you are to call me Sir. Always." At seeing my look of terror, he laughed and added, "Don't worry about being in public. We never see or talk to each other in public anyway." 

He left, and I had a half an hour to clean up and get dressed before Jake got home. I simply opened the window and closed my bedroom door so it would confine the scent as it was airing out. 

I had showered and got dressed, dinner made, eaten, and cleaned up. It was about 8-o'clock and Jake was in his room doing homework and listening to his music. I told him that I had to go out for a bit and pick up a few things from the store. Obviously, I didn't tell him what store I was going to. 

I drove to the farthest adult store from our house on the other side of town. This should be the safest place, since I wouldn't accidently run into anyone I knew. I had never been into a place like this. All my toy buying was done on-line previously. I was surprised at how clean and professional it was. On first glance, it looked like any other store. It was well lit, clean, and the isles were uncluttered and well organized. It was only when you looked a bit closer and noticed that all the items were for sex that you realized that this store was different than your normal department store. It actually was kind of a department store. They had a section for clothes, sluttier than Dillard's, but still. There was a shoe section, again, not your average shoes, nothing less than a 5-inch heel. DVDs in their own section, no Disney cartoons here. Furniture, uuummm, let's just leave it at that. And, of course, toys. Not the dark, seedy place that I was expecting. There were a few other customers there, but they seemed to be shopping just as in a regular department store. There weren't any dirty old men leering at me, as I had expected. 

I was standing there looking around and trying to figure out where to start, when a very pleasant early 20ish girl came up and asked if I needed help. I handed her the list that I wrote out and murmured something about my boyfriend and I wanting to try spicing up our sex life. She just smiled and said not to be nervous as she sees that all the time. She was very professional as she helped me gather up the items. She asked some rather personal questions so she could make sure that the specific devices were best for my use, but asked in a manner that put me at ease. She made suggestions on a few of the items, described the features and pros and cons between different models, and made recommendations for me. After half an hour, I had paid for my purchases and was out the door. I did stop at the grocery store and picked up a few things to cover for what I really went out to purchase. 

The smallest plug was about 1-inch in diameter and 3-inches long. It took quite a bit of lube, some working back and forth, and a bit of burning pain, but I managed to get it in. It felt really weird in me when I stood up and moved a bit. Jake was already in bed by that time, so I decided to practice walking with it in me. You ever hear that saying 'Looks like she has a corncob up her ass'? Yep. Looking in the mirror as I walked across the room was exactly that. It was really uncomfortable for a while, but, using the mirror, I forced myself to maintain my normal posture as I practiced walking. It did eventually get easier. After about half an hour, I noticed that I was able to walk normally with barely any effort. I also noticed that I was reacting to the feelings that the plug made in my ass as it moved around as I walked. Now, instead of making an effort to walk normal, my efforts were in trying not to show how aroused I was becoming. Sitting down was another interesting surprise as the plug pushed deeper when my ass pressed against the chair. 

An hour after inserting the evil device in my ass, I changed into my nighty and sat on the bed to practice deepthroating the dildo. I gagged quite a bit as I tried to force it further down my throat, but did manage to get a bit more in by the end of the 20-minutes. Apparently, my brain forgot to send the memo to my pussy that I was doing this against my will, and this was not supposed to be pleasurable. I ended up having to use the dildo to bring me to three orgasms before I could fall asleep through sheer exhaustion. The feeling of being stuffed by that huge dildo as well as the plug in my ass heightened my orgasms. 

[hirarandi]

The next morning, I got up when my alarm went off. Dragging myself out of bed, I put on my robe and went down to get my coffee and fix Jake breakfast. Apparently, my asshole had stretched and gotten used to the plug in my ass as I slept. It took almost no effort to walk that morning, but the sensations it was causing began to get my juices flowing. 

After Jake left, I finished my coffee and went to shower. After running the razor under through my pits, pussy, and legs, I used the massage head to get myself off again as I was soaping up my tits. Back in my bedroom, I dutifully lubed up the medium sized plug, pulled out the small one, added more lube to my ass, and worked the bigger one in. This one was about an inch and a half in diameter and five inches long. Thankfully, I had all day to practice walking with the bigger plug before Jake got home. Setting the timer, I picked up the dildo and began practicing. I immediately noticed it tasted different. It really wasn't a bad taste though. Kind of sweet and tangy. I realized that I had not washed it after using it last night. Well, it's not the first time I had tasted myself. 

Finished with my 'homework' for the morning, I got dressed to go shopping. Per instructions, no panties, a nice dress, stocking, garter, and a pair of 4-inch stilettos. Out the door to spend more money on my agreement. 

Five hours and a couple thousand dollars later, I returned home with almost a whole new wardrobe. I ended up going back to that sex shop for three pairs of shoes. Yeah, you try and find a good variety of 6-inch 'fuck me' heels in a normal department store. 

Jake: 

"WHAT THE FUCK, JACKSON?" I heard as I was looking out the ear-hole of my helmet, face down on the grass. 

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" I finally recognized Jerome's voice as he was screaming at Rod Jackson, our starting tight end. 

"What are you talking about, Jerome. It was just part of the play. I was blocking him." 

"Bullshit! I saw what happened. I watched you line him up and blindside him for no reason. The play was going to the other side of the field." 

Still a bit groggy from the Mack Truck that hit me, I fixed my helmet and started to get up. To say I was confused would be an understatement. Jerome's crew usually took delight in creaming me during practice, and Jerome would always laugh about that and berate me for screwing up my assignment. Suddenly, he is pissed at one of his friends for doing what they always did to his amusement. Even more startling, Jerome was extending his hand to help me up. This was weird. 

"Dude, he is on our team. We need every player we have. Hurting him so he isn't 100-percent on the field weakens the whole team. Now knock off the blindsides." Turning to me, "You OK, dude?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me a couple of seconds to shake it off." I mumbled. 

"OK. Your one tough son-of-a-bitch. I saw that hit. A lot of guys would have been out for the rest of practice." 

"Yeah, well, I'm kind of used to these things happening." 

"Sure. By the way, you were looking pretty good there before Jackson went all asshole on you. Keep it up." He said before putting his helmet back on and trotting back to the offensive side of the field. 

Weird. Mom was pretty surprised about it when I told her about it that evening too. 

Amy: 

I didn't hear from Jerome again until Friday afternoon. The team had their first game that night. Jake had been telling me all week that things had been going a lot better for him. Jerome and his crew were actually being nice to him. Unfortunately, his friends were still getting harassed, and he had tried to stick up for them, especially April, but he wasn't always around when things happened. I was sorry to hear that, but I was in no position to do anything about that. 

"Hello Amy." I heard when I answered my phone. "How are you doing?" 

"What do you want, Jerome." I answered angrily. 

"First off, I want a better attitude from you when you talk to me. Also, you did not address me correctly." He commanded. 

I sighed. "Fine. What can I do for you, Sir?" 

"I just wanted to let you know that I'll be over after the game tonight. I made sure that Jake won't be home. He's going to ask you if he can spend the night at a friend's house. I'll leave it up to you whether or not you let him, but I'll be coming over regardless." 

Fuck! 

Sure enough, when Jake came home after school to get ready for the game, he asked about spending the night at Darren's house. I, of course, agreed, and he packed up what he needed before driving back to the school. Knowing that Jerome would be using me tonight, I showered again, making sure that I was silky smooth and ready. Plug cleaned and reinstalled, garter belt, Smokey, seamed stockings, 4-inch heels, no panties, and a light-yellow sun dress was what I wore. I decided that it would probably be a good idea to have another practice with the dildo before I put my dress on, since I figured that it would be a given that those skills would be tested again tonight. I had gotten to where I could take almost the entire thing down my throat. 

I went to the game, as usual, to watch my son play. Even though he wasn't a starter, he usually did get on the field a few times a game. Usually, it was just a play or two while the starting Safety took a breather. I saw Jerome smile as he noticed me in the stands as the team came out onto the field. Jake seemed to get more playing time than usual during the game. Instead of just a play or two, the coach kept him on the field. I also saw that Jake was playing special teams now. He was covering punts, and he covered the opening kick-off, as well as the kick-off after the other team's only score. Oh, we won 28-7. Another strange thing, Jerome high fived Jake as he came off the field. Jerome also took some time to talk to Jake on the sidelines. He was gesturing as if giving Jake advice on his playing. I was happy that things were getting better for Jake, yet I knew that I would be paying for that later. Part of me was excited by that. Maybe it was because the butt plug was pushing in deeper and wiggling around as I sat on the hard bleachers, shifting my butt occasionally. 

I congratulated Jake as he came off the field after the game. He was going over to Darren's right after he showered and dressed in the locker room. He also mentioned that there was going to be hanging out all day tomorrow, so he wouldn't be home until late in the afternoon. Jerome smiled and gave me a quick wink as he scooted by on his way to the locker room. Giving Jake a quick, motherly hug, I turned and went home. 

Opening the door at the knock a half hour after I got home, I let Jerome in. I drank a glass of wine to calm my nerves as I waited. I resigned myself to my fate as I was sitting on the couch before he arrived. I had agreed to this. Jerome was actually more than keeping up with his end. He was actually befriending Jake and helping him out. My mind was in turmoil. I tried to think of how I could get out of the trap that I had found myself in. How could I let an 18-year old take control and basically force me into being his sex slave? Speaking of sex, I couldn't help think that he gave me some of the best orgasms I have had in years. I tried to force those thought aside, but my pussy gushed at that thought. Fuck! 

I had to admit, he did look pretty good. Another gush happened as he walked past me and I caught his scent. He was dressed rather nicely, wearing a pair of khakis and a polo shirt. 

"Got a beer?" he asked as he strutted into the living room. 

"No. Sorry, but I don't drink beer, and Jake's too young to drink." I responded. 

"Get some for next time. I will expect you to have a couple of cold beers available at all times." 

"I do have some wine or some bourbon if you want." I offered. 

"Fine. Bourbon on the rocks." He commanded as he sat on the couch. 

I took the opportunity to refill my wine glass as well. Handing him the tumbler of golden liquid, he told me to turn on some music and give him a strip show. Of course, there wasn't much to take off, just my dress and bra. Again, he had me leave on the garter belt, stockings and heels. He then wanted a long, leisurely blow-job as he sipped his drink. 

After removing his pants, boxer-briefs, socks and shoes, I took my time licking his entire shaft, then gently licking and sucking his testicles. Taking the head of his cock in my mouth, I lavished the entire head with my tongue and I locked my eyes on him. After a few minutes of this, I began bobbing up and down on his shaft while applying a bit of suction. While I was doing that, I was stroking what was not in my mouth with my hand, twisting my hand as I went. I pulled back to just the head and took in a breath as I readied myself. Down I went. Down, down, down. The head entered my throat. Steeling myself, I pushed farther I kept going until my nose was pressed against him. My throat began constricting motions as it milked his cock. He was impressed. Back up and another breath. More bobbing, stroking, and suction. I could feel him getting close, but he had not finished his drink. I backed off a bit to calm him down. A minute later, I picked the pace back up. Another deep dive. I brought him to the brink and backed off again. The third time he got close, I saw him take the last gulp from his glass. Back down again as I deep-throated his cock. This time, I stayed and used my throat to milk him. I felt his cock swell, then the cum has jetting directly into my stomach. When it was over, I pulled back so just the head was in my mouth and continued to lick and suck on it until every drop was gone. 

After he recovered, we moved up to my bedroom. He wanted to see the toys that I bought at the sex shop. He was pleased with the purchases. He had me kneel and hold up my hair as he put on the collar. 

"From now on, you are to be wearing this collar whenever I come over. This will remind you that you belong to me." He instructed. "Now, stand up and put your hands behind your back. Do not move them." 

As I stood and moved my arms as instructed, I watched him pick up the nipple clamps. Oh shit. What had I gotten myself into? Apparently, he saw the fear in my eyes. 

"I'm not going to force you into this, slut. It's your choice. Any time you want to call it off, that's up to you. Of course, you know what that would mean." 

I did know what that would mean. Some choice. Let him use and abuse me or take his abuse out on Jake. I mentally steeled myself and thrust my breasts out to him. Fuck, those things hurt. First, he clamped my left nipple, then the right one. Strangely, the pain sent a bolt of electricity straight to my pussy. Did I mention that it was a swamp down there? He massaged my breasts for a few minutes, and the pain lessened. I could still feel it, but it was manageable. 

"Have you been wearing your plug all the time as I instructed?" 

"Yes, Sir. I have only taken it out to clean it and go to the bathroom, as instructed." 

"Good, because this would be really painful if you didn't." He smirked. 

Oh shit! It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where his cock was about to go. He had me get out the jar of lube, then get on the bed on my knees with my ass up and head down. He had me reach back and spread my ass cheeks apart, then gently removed my plug and set it on the nightstand. I was still gaped when he took two lubed up fingers and pushed them into me, lubing me up again. Then three fingers. I felt the burning pain. It was uncomfortable, but still manageable. I was surprised at how gentle he was. His movements were slow and steady as he pushed un and out, twisting his hand to open me up. The burning passed and was replaced by a strange feeling of pleasure. 

"OK, Baby. It's time for me to take your last virginity." He announced. 

I didn't realize it, but he had apparently used his other hand to lube up his cock. I felt him grasp my hips, then the head of his cock was slowly pressing into my gaped asshole. With the help from the lube and preparation he did. It didn't take much force for his cock to slide inside of me. The first couple of inches went in smoothly. I felt the burning begin again, he stopped for a minute to let me adjust. He must have heard my gasp when the pain surfaced. After holding it steady for a minute, he pulled out slightly, then pushed forward again, burying it a bit deeper. He continued that pattern. Push in, pause, pull back, push in deeper, pause, pull back, push back in more, repeat. Occasionally, as he was paused, he would reach around and stroke my clit for a bit. Not only did that amp up my growing arousal, but it helped relax my ass and reduce the pain. Eventually, I felt his thighs press into my thighs as he succeeded in burying his entire cock into my bowels. God, I felt full. He held it there for a bit, then slowly withdrew until just the tip was still inside me. He then began to slowly fuck me. In and out, in and out, with slow, steady strokes. Gradually, he sped up. I could feel the flutter in my stomach as an orgasm started to build. Each stroke became faster and faster until he was fucking me with everything he had. I felt my orgasm continuing to build. I could tell that this one would be different, and a lot more powerful than my previous orgasms. I heard his breathing change. He began grunting with each stroke. Suddenly, he released one of my hips, reached around, curled two fingers into my cunt, and thumbed my clitty. My body broke loose as the powerful orgasm crashed into me. I felt my ass clench down on his cock. That must have been the last piece to drive him over the cliff, as I heard him roar and felt the flood shooting into my bowels. 

Five minutes later, I was recovering from the spasms that were still wracking though my body. I had fallen forward, laying on my stomach with Jerome on top of me. His cock was still buried in my ass as it slowly softened. 

"Holy shit. What a ride." He croaked out as he rolled off of me and laid on his back, his arm moving to cover his eyes. 

Another minute later, he finally caught his breath and moved his arm to look down at his cock. "Come on, slut. Up and at 'em. Time for clean-up duty." He spoke as he slapped me on the ass. 

Groaning, I pulled myself off the bed and staggered to the bathroom. I first hit the toilet to evacuate by bowels, then got a washcloth and got it wet with warm water. Thinking for a second, I got another washcloth wet as well. I handed him the first one for his hands to remove the last traces of lube, then carefully used the other on to gently bathe his cock and surrounding areas. When I finished, I took both washcloths back to the bathroom and wiped myself quickly before throwing them in the hamper. I needed to do laundry tomorrow anyway. 

He spent the night. I cooked him dinner (he allowed me to wear an apron while cooking), fucked several more times, including in my ass again. Of course, I gave him another blow-job. He even fucked my cunt while I had the big butt-plug in me. The next morning, I fixed him breakfast, then I washed him as we showered. I washed his cock by soaping up my tits and giving him a titty fuck. After the shower, he finally got dressed and left. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry, changing the bedding, and cleaning the house. I then went to the pharmacy and bought an enema kit. Jerome had ordered that after seeing how dirty his cock was after he pulled it out of my ass the first time. New rule, give myself two enemas every morning. 

Jerome: 

My God. That was amazing. Amy was like the Energized Bunny. She just kept going, and going, and going. Sure, she was reluctant, at first, but once she got started, her inner nymphomaniac came out to play. She had no idea what I had planned for her. That's why I was so easy with her last night. It's why I am going slowly with her. I don't want to just shove my cock into her, because that would not get her off. I lick her pussy for three reasons: first, I actually do like to do it, Second, it really gets her wound up and ready, and third, I need her to enjoy it. I went slow and easy when I fucked her ass, because I wanted her to enjoy it. I am subtly training her to begin craving sex. In another month, she will do anything I tell her to do. And, I was planning on telling her to do a LOT of things. I just had to move slowly and set the stage properly. 

After I left Any's house, I went home to my 'Club House'. It was really a single suite apartment that my patents had converted from the detached garage tucked in at the back of the house. I had m0ved in there after my sophomore year. The house had gotten kind of cramped. I was sharing a bedroom with my younger brother at the time, and my parents acknowledged my need for some personal space. It was pretty nice. It was three rooms: bedroom, bathroom, and combined kitchen/Livingroom. I called it the 'Clubhouse' because that's where all my inner circle of friends, my 'Crew' as they were called, hung out. I sent out a group text to let everyone know that I was home. Within half an hour, everyone was there. Of course, they already knew where I had been. Even Tanya, my girlfriend. 

I keep my kitchen well stocked. I was sipping a bourbon, while everyone else had either beer or wine. I didn't need to worry about being disturbed. My parents trusted me and gave me my privacy. My younger brother knew not to come over unless he asked if it was OK. 

"You missed a raging party last night." Derrick offered. 

"I was at a better one." I smiled. 

"Better than me?" Tanya scowled. 

"Of course not, Baby. No one is better than you." I kissed her cheek comforting her. "I'm just putting my plan together. That's all." 

"So, when will we get to tap that?" Jackson asked. I had told him to take that hit on Jake. It was all part of the plan to get him to trust me more. 

Speaking of that, I should say that I really did admire his tenacity and work ethic. As kind of a surprise, as I got to know him a bit better, I really kind of liked him. He had a good personality and was kind of funny with a great sense of humor. He would never get into my inner circle, but I could see us becoming friends. 

"You guys will get her in a couple of weeks. The girls will be a couple weeks after that. Within a month, she will be the club slut." I smiled and laid out my plan to everyone. 

When everyone left, I took Tanya to my bedroom, and I spent the next few hours making up to her for missing going to the party with her last night. 

Amy: 

Over the next couple of weeks, Jerome had changed things up slightly. I was getting too dangerous for him to come over all the time, and Jake being home prevented Jerome from coming to our house as much as he would like. To fix that, I would go to his place a couple of afternoons during the week after he got done with practice as well as one or two afternoons during the weekend. I would make up stories for Jake about shopping or going out with my friends. In truth, I would be a Jerome's 'clubhouse' getting my brains fucked out. I actually began to look forward to these encounters. Even though I was basically being blackmailed into them, my body began to react. My pussy would get wet with anticipation throughout the day as I watched the clock until it was time to leave. 

Jake never suspected a thing, because Jessica, his girlfriend April's mom, was actually my best friend. We would often go out for the evening to hang out and talk about what was going on in our lives. No, I did not tell her about becoming Jerome's slut for the year. That was one secret that I intended to take to my grave. Lately, Jessica had been going off more on how April was still the target of bullying, but, strangely, Jake seemed to have less problems with that than before. I played dumb and casually changed the subject as quick as possible. 

[hirarandi]

I should probably describe Jessica. She and I have been best friends for about 6-years now. She is 5-feet, six inches tall, with long blonde hair down to her waist. She works out about four times a week. She has 36 C breasts, a 29-inch waist, and 36-inch hips, with a nice tight ass. Like me, she is a stay-at-home mom with one kid. Unlike me, she is divorced from her asshole CEO husband. He ran off with his PA, and the settlement was in the seven figures range. As I mentioned before, her daughter and my son were dating, and it looked pretty serious. 

It was Saturday afternoon, two weeks after Jerome had spent the night. I had just been given a mind-blowing orgasm with Jerome's cock in my ass when: 

"HOLY FUCK, DUDE!" 

"Is that Jake's mom?" 

"Fucking A. The school is gonna blow-up when this gets out." 

You would think that this would bring a screeching halt to my orgasm. Nope. Something inside me clicked, and I shifter into overdrive. 

"Fuck! She just squirted!" 

I never even felt Jerome cum. I know he did, because I could feel it dripping out of my ass after he pulled out. I just laid there only wearing a garter belt, stocking 5-inch heels and my collar and leash. I was too mortified to move. There was Derrick, Rod Jackson, and Steve. Derrick was the quarterback for the football team. Rod was a tight end, and Steve was the star receiver. And they had just walked in and caught me being ass fucked by Jerome. Shit. 

"What the fuck, guys? What the fuck are you doing here?" Jerome demanded. He was pissed, but I could also detect a bit of concern in his voice. 

"Sorry, dude. We didn't know you were 'occupied'." Derrick grinned. 

"Hey, is this why we had to back off of Jake? It makes sense now." Steve concluded with a wide smile. 

"Yeah, I wondered why you were getting soft on him. If mamma is trading the booty for not harassing her son, maybe you could share with your friends. I mean, it would be a real shame if this got all over the school. Hate to think what Jake would do if he found out his mom was whoring herself out to her son's worst enemy. Also, what do you think Tanya will do when she finds out that you've been cheating on her?" Rod leered. 

Fuck! What was I going to do now? 

"OK, guys." Jerome sighed. "Go get some beer and sit down in the other room. I'm gonna get dressed and be right out. We need to talk." 

After the left the room and closed the door, Jerome turned to me. "Stay here. I need to talk to the guys and see if I can figure a way out of this. Sorry, I really had no idea that they would come over without asking first." 

He got dressed and closed the door when he left the room. I could hear them talking, and a couple of times I heard laughing. Unfortunately, I they were talking in low voices, so I couldn't make out the words. I was just praying that Jerome could talk them into keeping this secret. This would destroy Jake and ruin me if it ever got out. Jake would probably hate me for betraying him like this. I doubt that he would even listen to my explanation. Fuck! 

"OK." Jerome said as he walked back into the bedroom. "So, I took care of it. Don't worry, they will keep their mouths shut, but there is a price." 

"Fuck, Jerome! You swore that it wouldn't get out. Do you have any idea what it would do to Jake and me if this ever got out?" I screamed at him. 

"Hey! First off, all I said is that I wouldn't tell anyone, and I didn't (OK, so I lied). Second, this can be fixed. As I just told you, they will keep their mouths shut - for a price." 

"And, what is the price?" I asked with trepidation. I had a pretty good idea, and I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to like it. 

"They want in on the deal." He confirmed. 

"How 'in on the deal' does that mean?" 

"Everything." Jerome said. "They want you to be their slut until graduation too." 

"Jerome..." I started 

"Look. Nothing will happen without me. They will not be coming over or having you meet them unless I am involved as well. Nothing really changes, except that when you come over here, they will be here too." 

Fuck! Easy for him to say. He's not the one that now has to satisfy four cocks instead of just one. I was really up shit creek now. On top of everything else, now I was looking at complete public shaming and humiliation for Jake. I had less of a choice now than I did at the beginning. I asked myself for the millionth time, 'How the fuck did I get myself into this mess'. 

"I don't have much of a choice here, do I?" I said as I stood up. 

Jerome took my leash and led me out to the Livingroom. Derrick, Steve and Rod were sitting on the couch and one of the chairs. They were leering at me as I was led around the room. A picture flashed through my mind. I was a lamb surrounded by hungry wolves. 

'Hey, uummm, pussy? You know that we really aren't supposed to be enjoying this, right?' My brain said 

'Fuck you bitch! There are four hungry cocks right there and I'm the main course tonight.' I am going to FEAST! My cunt replied. 

Yeah, pussy and brain have been arguing ever since Jerome took me the first time. It was a toss-up right now, but the betting was on pussy to win. 

"OK, guys. Just to clarify, she is MY slave. You can use her, but ONLY when she is here, or if I make specific arrangements. Also, this only lasts until graduation. After that, she goes free, and this is only a pleasant memory. No injuries, no permanent marks, and no visible marks when she wears clothes. All three holes are open for business. Any questions?" Jerome commanded. 

"Nope. All good." Was replied in triple harmony. 

"OK, well unfortunately we are on a timeline. She has to get home soon so Jake doesn't get suspicious. I've already had a turn, so the three of you can get her together. Three holes, no waiting." Jerome laughed. 

After a couple of quick games of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Derrick ended up on his back with me riding his cock, Rod was behind me drilling my ass, and Steve was shoving his cock down my throat. Pussy was in heaven, while Brain was struggling to keep up with the sensory inputs from pussy, ass, and the rest of my body. 

Half an hour later, I was being held up in the shower by six strong hands as two more hands were massaging shampoo into my hair as warm water was cascading over me. Well, let me clarify a bit. It was actually three strong hands that were supporting me. Three more hands were taking the opportunity to massage my tits and pussy. When my head was guided under the water to rinse, a fourth hand moved down and began playing with my ass. I protested when someone said that I was clean. They finally relented. The two hands massaging my tits began a more direct assault on my nipples, while the hands on my pussy and ass began penetrations. Orgasm obtained, I relented to being dried off and dressed. 

Jerome: 

What Amy didn't know was that I had several hidden cameras in my Livingroom. I know what you're thinking, but I'm not a complete asshole. Well, OK, I am, but I'm not going to ruin someone's life for no real good reason. Yes, I made videos, but I sure as fuck wasn't going to post them or let them out of my control. After all, they were strictly for my and my crew's entertainment. Again, I would never post them or allow anyone to make copies. 

"Damn! She's really getting into it." Tanya said as we were gathered around my Livingroom watching the video of Amy getting gang banged last night. Tonight, was Amy's night off from Slave Duty. 

Currently, on the big screen, Amy was doing what I called the Life Raft. Air-tight with a rider. What that means is that she had a cock in all three holes as well as another person straddling her chest fucking her tits. This time, it was me on my back on the table with Amy laying with her back to me while my cock was buried in her ass. Derrick was standing between her legs as his cock was fucking her cunt. Rod was at the head of the table feeding Amy his cock, and Steve was kneeling over her holding her tits together with his cock between those massive mammarys. 

"So, are we set for tomorrow?" Tanya asked. 

"Yes." I said. "Coach canceled practice, and Amy already told Jake that she would be out all afternoon. I told her to be here by 2:00." 

"Awesome." Tanya replied. "We're skipping last period., so the timing will be perfect. I took some video from the cracked open window yesterday with my phone." 

Amy: 

It was already 1:30. I had half an hour to be over at Jerome's 'Clubhouse. I was wearing smoke grey stockings and matching garter belt, 5-inch heels, and a stretchy dress that conformed to my curves. No bra or panties, but my butt plug was in. My face was made up and hair done. I doublechecked that the collar and leash were in my purse, so I could put it on just before I got to his door. I was just about to head out the door when the doorbell rang. 

"Can I help you?" I asked the four unknown teenage girls on my doorstep. 

"Ms. Brown, may we come in please? We have something to discuss with you." Said the apparent leader of the group. 

"Well, unfortunately, this is not a good time. I was just about to leave, and I am in a bit of a hurry." I said nervously. Something here was not right. 

"This will only take a moment, and it is rather important." She insisted. 

"Again, I am in a hurry right now and really need to get going. Can you come back tomorrow?" I asked. 

"Perhaps I should introduce myself." She said. "My name is Tanya, Jerome's girlfriend. I'm quite sure that your 'appointment' (yes, she did the little air quote thing) can wait a few moments." 

I had a REAL bad feeling about this. I mechanically opened the door and stood aside to let them in. They walked into the living room and sat down. I followed. 

"OK. To get to the point, I want to show you something." Tanya said as she pulled out her phone. Yeah, this was really not looking good. When she turned the screen towards me, it confirmed my worst fear. 

"So, you can clearly see Jerome, Steve, Rod and Derrick. Of course, that's you in the middle. By the way, this is Sheree, Derricks girlfriend, Sally, Rod's girlfriend, and Becca, Steve's girlfriend." 

I couldn't say anything. First off, what do you say to something like that? Second, even if I could think of something, my voice was suddenly not functioning. 

Seeing no response was forthcoming, Tanya continued. "So, we are kind of pissed off that you've been fucking our boyfriends. We already confronted them about it, and they have all insisted that it was you that came up to them and offered sex in exchange for not harassing your son. The four of us sat down and discussed this, and we decided that we really can't blame our guys for this. After all, we can appreciate that you are very attractive, and it would be nearly impossible for any hormone ravaged 18-year old boy to refuse sex from a beautiful woman if she willingly made the offer." 

Those BASTARDS! They were blackmailing me, and they turned it around and said that it was me that approached them and made the offer. Of course, no one would ever believe me even though I was telling the truth. 

"So, we decided that we would get in on this as well." 

Wait, WHAT???? 

"After all, if you are going to let our boyfriends fuck you, we should be able to fuck you as well." She concluded. 

"But, I'm not gay. I'. not interested in having sex with women." I had finally found my voice again. 

"So, what does that have to do with anything?" She asked. "We aren't gay either, but a tongue is a tongue. It doesn't matter who licks my pussy to me." 

Obviously, what mattered to me was unimportant. My horizons were about to be expanded again. 

"Well, we need to run." Tanya announced as the quartet stood up. "You have 20-minutes to be at the Clubhouse. The guys won't be there for a couple more hours, but we will make sure to keep you occupied until they arrive." 

With that, they walked out the door. Shit! I was truly fucked. This was now lightyears beyond out of hand. I was getting deeper and deeper. I was having less and less choice. OK, so it was one thing to fuck Jerome. Hell, it was the best sex I'd ever had. Even when his three friends joined in, that wasn't horrible either. One giant cock or four giant cocks. They were cocks. OK, I was being blackmailed into it, but the orgasms were mind-blowing. This was different. I had never been attracted to women. I didn't know how to eat a pussy, and never had any desire to. 

'So, pussy. Where's your gung-ho get-me-some attitude now?' Brain was getting a little snarky there. Pussy just stayed silent. 

"Fuck!" I muttered. With no real options, I picked up my purse and walked out the door. 

I was standing outside the door of the Clubhouse. Inside, I could hear the girls chattering excitedly. I was not looking forward to this. 

'Come on. How bad could it be? So, you lick a few pussies, but in a couple of hours, there will be some huge cocks stuffing me.' Pussy had apparently woken up. 

Not like there's much choice here. At least the girls are hot. Could be worse, they could be fat, ugly and dirty.' I think that Brain is slipping over to the Dark Side. 

"No use stalling." I mumbled to myself. I buckled the collar around my neck, squared my shoulders, and rang the doorbell. 

Excited screams burst out from inside. Tanya opened the door, wordlessly took my leash, and led me inside. Tanya was calm and controlled as she led me into the Livingroom, but the three other girls were excitedly bouncing up and down on the balls of their feet and chattering happily. When I was placed in the center of the room, Tanya unclipped the leash, and all four girls sat down. 

"Jerome told me that you gave the guys a strip-show to convince them to fuck you. Now, it's our turn. Put on some music and give us a show. Make it good, or I'll throw you out of the house naked and post my video all over the internet." Tanya ordered. 

Jerome had always insisted that I start with a show, so I had gotten pretty good at it. Also, Pussy would be drooling at that point and kick Brain into a corner while 'she' took over. I went over and turned on the stereo. The song that came on had a decent beat, so I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me. I began swaying my hips and let my body take over. Imagining that it was the guys, I began to dance. I twirled around, swung my hair, and strutted around like on a catwalk. Turning my back on them, I bent at the waist and ran my hands from my ass to my ankles, giving them a good peek at my pussy and ass. When I stood back up, my short dress had risen above my ass, so I gave my ass a good spank as I looked at Tanya from over my shoulder before pulling my dress back down. I teased them for the next minute by flashing my pussy and ass at them. I would also lean forward and cup my tits as I thumbed my nipples through the thin material. When the song was reaching its conclusion, I began to spin as I grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up and over my head. I dropped the dress to the floor just as the last note from the song faded. 

"Not bad, slut." Tanya remarked. "Now, get us each a glass of wine, then you will get on your knees and lick each of our pussies until we come. Start with me, then move to the next girl." 

"Yes ma'am." I choked out. 

After serving the wine, I kneeled in front of Tanya. She clipped the leash back on and lifted her skirt. I wasn't overly surprised to see that she wasn't wearing panties. She was also shaved bare. Well, this was it. I had never had my face this close to a woman's pussy before. I had tasted myself plenty of times in the past month while sucking the guys clean after they had fucked me, so I wasn't completely turned off on the taste. I kind of figured that they would probably taste just like me. No, it wasn't the taste that made me nervous. It was that I hadn't done this before and had no idea what I was supposed to do. Also, I was not a lesbian, and I had that whole 'me not being turned on by girls' thing going on in my head. 

I leaned forward and took a tentative lick. It was different than when I licked my juices off of the guys. I took another lick. I realized that this was not diluted by a guy's cum or the taste of flesh from a cock. This was stronger. It was sweet, with a touch of tanginess. I actually liked it. I pushed closer. My tongue began lapping with gusto. 

"Slow down, Slut. God, you have terrible technique. Shit, you're just lapping like a dog in its water bowl. Lick slower at first. Use your tongue to explore the area. Have you ever had your pussy licked before? Think about what you would like, then do that to me." She explained. "Damn, we've got some real training to do to this bitch." She said to her friends. 

I slowed down. Using my tongue, I took a deep swipe from the bottom to the top of her pussy. I heard a slight gasp as touched her clitoris. File that in the memory box. Doing as she said, I spent the next 10-minutes exploring every nook and cranny of her pussy. I started to take note of the sounds she was making and her body's movements when I touched certain places. I began to understand where to lick that gave her the most pleasure. I smiled to myself when I heard her having trouble conversing with her friends. They were talking between themselves as if I wasn't there. Time to make my presence known, I thought. I took her clit between my lips and began a serious tongue lashing. At the same time, I took two fingers and curled them into her pussy. I knew that there was a very special spot inside my pussy, so I searched for hers. I found it just as she began bucking her hips as she erupted. 

"Maybe she won't require as much training as I thought." Tanya stuttered as she was recovering from her orgasm. 

I moved to my right. Sheree was next. She also had a shaved pussy. I started with my new-found knowledge. I noticed that Sheree had a stronger, muskier flavor. I liked it as well. Her trigger points were slightly different from Tanya's, but I learned them quickly. She seemed to really like it when I plunged my tongue into her as deep as I could and wiggled it around. I found her G-spot quicker than I had found Tanya's, and my face was flooded for a second time that day. 

Just after starting on Sally, Becca mentioned that it looked like I was starting to get into it a bit. She leaned forward and stuck two fingers into my pussy. 

"She's fucking soaked." Becca exclaimed. "She must have been one of those closet dykes. She's really getting off on eating pussy." 

I hadn't even noticed that I was wet. Now I felt another gush as the humiliation set in. 

"Looks like we just turned this slut." Tanya laughed. 

Another gush of humiliation ran through me as Becca pulled me back by my hair and had me clean my own juices off of her fingers with my mouth. I renewed my attack on Sally's pussy with gusto. An accidental slight nip of her clit with my teeth sent her hurling off the cliff into bliss. Apparently, Sally liked a bit of pain. 

Becca held my head away from her as she looked into my eyes. "My turn, Slut." She began. "I want you to take your time and edge me three times before bringing me off on the fourth time. You do a good job with that, and I'll have a nice reward for you." 

Yes, I read porn stories. At least, I used to before my life became a porn story. I knew what she meant by edging. She wanted me to take her to the brink, then back off and let her recover a bit. She wanted me to do that three times before getting her off. Doing this made a truly massive orgasm. I had experienced this with the guys a couple of times. Occasionally, one of them wouldn't last long enough to get me off. I had cooled down a bit before the next one entered me. By the time the third guy was finally able to get me off, the orgasm was exceptional. The trick here was going to be catching the clues and stopping just before her orgasm took over. 

[hirarandi]

I started slowly. I needed to figure out her signals. I went back into my memory bank as I brought her up the hill. I recalled the subtle cues that the other three girls gave just before they came. A slight shudder. A subtle clenching of the pussy. A small change in tone of their moans. I continued licking as I paid attention to how Becca was responding. There! I backed off. I felt a quiver through her pussy as she was denied. A minute later, when her body calmed down, I slowly ramped back up. I slid a finger into her, but kept it away from her G-spot. Again, I managed to catch it at the brink. A few more minutes to cool down, then back up again. This time two finger and a tongue. I almost missed it that time, but managed to pull completely off before it took over. She was swearing at me now. I heard the other girls whispering to each other, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I finally had her back at the cliff. I tried to hold her there for a minute without letting her fall off. Suddenly, I curled my fingers and tapped her spot as I clamped down and lashed her clit. Her body went rigid. With a scream, she let loose. The other girls had simply flooded my face. Her spending was forceful. I felt jets of fluid spraying me. Yeah, I had read stories of girls squirting. In fact, one of the guys mentioned that I had squirted when they caught me with Jerome. I never really believed that it could happen, but there it was. Literally right in my face. 

When I pulled back, I heard several sets of hands clapping from behind me. That was odd, as the girls were either in front of me or to the side. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Jerome, Derrick, Rod and Steve clapping and grinning at me. They had apparently snuck in just before Becca let loose. I would like to say that I was mortified that they had seen me licking a girl's pussy, but I would be lying. True, there was some humiliation there, but it seemed that the humiliation served to stoke my fires. Fuck, I was horney. 

"OK, guys. We're done for now. You can have her for the rest of the day." Tanya said as the girls got up and prepared to leave. 

The girls left, and I found myself laying down on my back top of Jerome with his cock in my ass. Steve was standing between my legs pumping his cock in my cunt, while Rod was feeding me his cock and Derrick sliding his cock between my tits. Jerome liked to call this the Life Raft. Me being the air-tight raft with one guy riding my tits. Meanwhile, I was riding a constant stream of orgasms. Once they finished with that, they sat around the living room playing video games and taking their turns with me. Two of them would be battling on the game, while the other two were DPing me. Between rounds, I would be serving them drinks. Eventually, the party broke up, and I was allowed to shower, dress, and go home. 

This pretty much became my life over the next couple of weeks. Usually, I would arrive at the Clubhouse and serve the girls for a couple of hours, then they would leave when the boys arrived for their turn. Occasionally, Jerome would have sex with Tanya in the bedroom, then she would come out and have me clean her up. Of course, I would also have to suck Jerome clean as well. 

On one memorable occasion, they decided to have a big party on a Friday night. Jake was spending the weekend with one of his friends, so I didn't have to worry about getting home at any particular time. Details of that night are hard to remember, as I was riding a high of orgasms most of the night. I do remember serving drinks and snacks during the occasional break from sex. Of course, I played Life Raft a couple of times. Once with just the girls wearing strap-ons. Occasionally, each of the couples would take their turn in the bedroom, and I would be used as clean-up afterwards. Then there were the times when the couples would use me individually. My tongue pleasuring the girl, while her boyfriend was fucking either my cunt or ass. They didn't let me clean up after they were done with me, and I was so exhausted when I got home that I didn't even get undressed before I passed out on my bed. 

It was during this time that I began to notice a weird change in my mind. I found that I began craving being used as a slut for the group. I really no longer thought of this as being blackmailed. I found myself slightly depressed on the days that I wasn't being used. I was getting anxious and excited during the hours before I was to go to the Clubhouse to be used. I began to look forward to the depraved acts that I would be 'forced' to do. I was constantly horney now. During the nights where I was home, my growing collection of toys were getting a workout. 

I began to dress more provocatively. At home, I would now walk around in my nighties or just a towel if I had just showered. Jake never said a word, but I could see that he was watching me. I know that he had caught a couple of unintended flashes during a few wardrobe malfunctions. These changes at home weren't sudden. Jake had come home early one day and caught me in the kitchen wearing only a towel. It surprised us both. I explained that I didn't think he would be home, and just stepped out of the shower. The part that REALLY surprised me was how wet my cunt got when my son saw me with almost nothing on. I occasionally sort of engineered a few more times where he caught me almost naked. Soon, He had caught me like that enough that it just became sort of common for me to walk around the house wearing my nighties, a towel, or just a short silk robe. 

Jerome and his crew continued to take me deeper and deeper into the black hole that I was falling into. By the end of December, I realized that I would never be able to pull myself back out. I realized that I was not looking forward to their graduation, since that would signal an end to my sexual slavery. I had no idea what I would do then. I had fallen so far that I now had rings pierced in mu nipples and clit. That had been a Christmas present from the crew. 

It was mid-January on a Friday afternoon. Football season was over, but Jerome has talked Jake into going out for the basketball team. Jerome didn't play basketball. He didn't want to chance an injury that would derail his scholarships. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was getting ready for Jerome to come over. Jake would be at practice for a couple of hours. I was only wearing my short silk robe, and I was just getting ready to put on my collar and leash when the doorbell rang. It was too soon for it to be Jerome, so I looked through the peephole to see Jessica. I may have mentioned earlier that Jessica was not only my best friend, but she was April's mom as well. April was by son's girlfriend. Jessica was probably the third worst person to be showing up at my house right now. My son and her daughter being numbers one and two. FUCK! 

I opened the door to try and let her know that it was an extremely bad time for her to be here right now. Instead, she practically bowled me over as she pushed past me into the house. 

"Jess, it's a really bad time right now..." I started. 

"What's going on, Amy?" She accused. 

"Excuse me? What do you mean?" I replied. 

I had an inkling of what this may be about, but figured playing dumb was my best option. True to his word, Jerome had done everything he said he would for Jake, and more. For JAKE. No one else. Jake was no longer being bullied, and had actually been befriended by Jerome and his crew. Not any of his friends though. Even April was not immune to the harassment by Jerome's friends. I know. I had heard plenty about that from both Jake and Jessica. I had even tried to plead for April to Jerome, but he just told me that our agreement was just for Jake. There was nothing I could do about April. 

"What I'm talking about is Jake suddenly becomes friends with Jerome and his crew. Suddenly, Jake isn't being harassed any more. Suddenly, Jake's biggest bully is now his biggest supporter. What happened?" Jessica demanded. 

I was trying to think of a plausible reply that had nothing to do with me being turned into an eager slut to eight high school seniors. 

"Amy, what do I need to do to get them to stop picking on my daughter? Do you have any idea how much it hurts when April comes home in tears every day from their constant bullying? I've tried talking to the school, but they won't do anything. Every time I complain, they find a few other students to tell stories where it turns it around and makes it April's fault. It just hurts me so much to watch my daughter suffer like that. Please, just tell me what to do. PLEASE!" 

I couldn't. First off, how am I supposed to come out and tell my best friend, the mother of my son's girlfriend, someone who one day may be the mother of my son's wife, that I was fucking my son's bullies to get them to stop hurting Jake? Second, even if hell froze over and I told her that, I couldn't let her be turned into what I became. I loved our friendship too much to let that happen to her. 

"Jessica, I can't right now. I really can't. I need to get ready for an appointment that I'm already running late for. Please, you need to leave. It's a REALLY bad time right now." I pleaded with her. 

She wasn't listening. She just stood there and begged me to help her. She said she would do anything to help April. I highly doubted that, but kept that thought to myself. 

"JESSICA! LISTEN TO ME!" I finally yelled. "You can't be here right now. You need to leave. I need to..." I was interrupted by the doorbell. FUCK!! 

"Go sneak out the back door and hide behind the garage for 5-minutes, then leave." I whispered in panic. "I'll call you tomorrow, and we'll discuss this later." I was hoping that I wouldn't be too brain addled from multiple mind-blowing orgasms that I would be able to come up with something plausible. Also, I hoped that I could finally talk Jerome into laying off of April. Yeah, not much hope, but it was all I could think of at the time. 

I heard the back door quietly close, then slipped off my robe, put on the collar, and opened the door for Jerome. 

"Change of plans, Slut.: He announced as he walked in. "We're meeting the crew at the Clubhouse, but there's still time for a nice blow-job before we go," 

He settled on the couch as I dropped to my knees in front of him. It wasn't a long one, but I made sure to make it last long enough for Jessica to drive away. He blew his load after about 15-minutes, and I dutifully swallowed. I kind of thought that I may have heard something different when Jerome grunted in orgasm, but I dismissed it as my imagination. 

I threw on a short, tight dress and followed Jerome to the Clubhouse. Car parked, I stripped at the door and walked in. Sure enough, they were all there waiting. As trained, I began serving drinks as they were playing video games. Shortly after, I had my face buried in Tanya's crotch while Jerome had his cock buried in my cunt. Sheree was sitting on the couch to Tanya's right, and Becca was on the left. Just before Tanya orgasmed, Sheree got up from the couch. 

I heard the door open, then Sheree yelled, "Don't just stand there peeling in the window, bitch. Get your ass inside!" 

WTF??? Now someone else knew my secret? The humiliation of someone else seeing me as a submissive slut washed over me and triggered my orgasm just as Jerome flooded my cunt. My moaning into Tanya's pussy trigger hers. 

When I recovered enough to pull my face from Tanya's pussy, I looked over to see Jessica standing just inside the door. FUCK!! In any other circumstance, the look of utter shock on her face would have made me bust out laughing. Looking at the ruination of my life had a dramatically different effect on me, though. 

"Jessica! What the fuck are you doing here?" I sputtered. 

"I needed to know." She whispered. "I didn't leave like you told me to. I simply opened the door and closed it so you thought I left. I was hiding in the kitchen while you were blowing Jerome. I watched. I left and quietly closed the door just as he came down your throat. I heard him say that you were coming here, so I drove over, parked down the street, and hid until you went in. I had to see what you were doing to protect Jake. I had to find out what I needed to do to help my daughter." She cried. I got up and went over to hold her as the tears ran down her face. I held her head on my shoulder as the sobs wracked through her. I looked into the room and saw the hunger in their eyes as they looked at her. I knew that she was lost in that instant. They would take her as they did me, and I couldn't save her. 

I held her until her sobbing ceased. When I finally pulled back, Jerome had me move over and kneel beside him. He sat silently contemplating as he looked at her. Finally, he spoke. 

"I'll make you the same deal that I have with Amy. You become our sex slave until graduation, and we will not only stop harassing April, but we will also befriend her and increase her social standing and popularity at school." 

Jessica: 

For the last couple of months, I had been carrying the silent pain for my beautiful daughter. I lost count of the times that I held her as she cried because of the torment she was getting at school. Oddly, Jake, her boyfriend, had suddenly stopped being bullied. April was also telling me that their tormentors were now actually befriending Jake. There were a couple of times when she was being harassed that Jake went over and stood up for her. The bullies backed off when he did that, but then started again when he wasn't around, 

Jake's mom was my best friend. And we would get together fairly often for coffee and shopping. I noticed a couple of weeks ago that something had changed in her a bit. The heels she wore were now a bit taller. Her dresses and skirts were a tad tighter and an inch or two shorter. She never wore jeans or slacks anymore either. There was also something just a bit off in her mannerisms and personality, And, there was always an odd expression on her face whenever she sat down. Something was going on with her. I began watching her more closely. 

It took a while, but I finally figured out that she had made some sort of deal with Jerome to stop the bullying of her son. Talking with April, I could pretty much figure out Jake's schedule. I noticed that Amy wasn't available certain afternoons or when Jake was staying at a friend's house on weekends. I had to find out exactly what was going on, so I had shown up at her house early that afternoon to confront her about what was going on. I needed to find out if there was anything I could to protect April. I was desperate. 

Amy went into full panic mode when she opened the door for me. I didn't give her the chance to stop me as I bulled my way past her and into the house. She refused to tell me anything. When she ordered me to leave through the back door, I went over, opened the door and closed it while remaining in the kitchen. I was peeking through the doorway watching as she gave Jerome a blow-job. I was stunned. Sure, when I thought about it, it actually made sense now. The puzzle pieces fell together so perfectly that I was surprised that I didn't figure it out long ago. Hearing that they would be going to Jerome's Clubhouse, I silently made my way to the back door. I waited outside with the door cracked until I heard Jerome groan. I used that noise to cover the sound of the door closing. I parked about a block away from the Clubhouse and waited out of sight. After watching Amy park, strip, and go in, I got out and silently made my way over to a window where the blinds were cracked just enough for me to see inside. 

I was shocked at what I was seeing. Amy wasn't just Jerome's sex slave; she was the sex slave to the entire crew! There she was with her face buried in Tanya's crotch while Jerome was fucking her from behind. Fuck, my pussy was getting wet. I never knew that Amy licked pussy. Had I known that; I would have tried something with her years ago. I had always been attracted to her, but figured that she was completely straight. Oh, probably should give a bit of an explanation here. 

I have known that I was bisexual (leaning more towards women) since my junior year of high school. I had a few romantic liaisons with girls in college, as well as a couple after graduating. Back when my ex and I still liked each other, we would even have the occasional threesome with another woman before April got old enough to understand what was happening. Of course, that was before I found out about his affairs and threw the bastard out. Since then, though, my sex like has been solely my imagination, fingers, and the few toys that I keep hidden in my bedroom. Coincidently, Amy features prominently in my mind as I am masturbating. 

"Don't just stand there peeling in the window, bitch. Get your ass inside!" 

I snapped out of my daze as I hear the voice. I look over, and it's the girl I saw get off the couch and walk out of sight. Fuck! She must have seen me looking through the window. Shit! I was caught. Fuck! My panties were soaked too. With no thoughts about it, I followed her into the house. You heard what happened next. 

I felt another spasm from my pussy when Jerome made me his offer. I hadn't been laid in a really long time. As an added bonus, all the girls were extremely attractive. 

"Just until graduation, and no one else finds out about it?" I clarified. 

"Yes." Jerome confirmed. He then added, "First off, we will all be leaving for college after that, so we will no longer be around. Second, it would screw everything up and probably be detrimental to my scholarships if this ever got out. You see, I have a lot to lose by not honoring my promise." 

OK. So, let's review. One, I haven't had sex in a really long time. Two, I was really horney. Three, I desperately needed to do something to protect my daughter. Four, this might get me a chance to have Amy as a lover. 

"I agree to your terms." 

Jerome smiled wide at my answer. "Now. I need a bit of information before we begin." He began. "First off, have you ever been fucked in the ass before, and second, have you licked pussies before?" 

"Ass fucked, only a couple of unpleasant times and smaller dicks. Girls? Yes. A lot. I like it." I responded. 

Jerome looked at his crew. "OK. No using her ass until she is properly prepared, but everything else is open." Turning to Amy, he ordered, "Put on some music, Slut. I want to watch her give us a show." 

The music had a good beat to it, and I gave my all to give them as good a show as I could. I used to enjoy doing this for my ex when we were first married, and I had gotten pretty good at stripping as I danced. Apparently, I did ok, as everyone seemed to like it. 

I was completely naked by the time the song ended. Then, Jerome decided that he wanted to watch as Amy and I did a 69 together. I was in heaven. As I said, I have had a huge crush on her for years. Her taste was everything I had imagined, and more. I was addicted from the first lick. Her tongue was very talented as well. I had to fight to keep from getting too distracted as she drove me towards an orgasm of epic proportions. We crossed the finish line together. I felt her flood just as I released my own. 

We were given a few minutes to rest, then it was time to get to work. While the girls took their time 'inspecting' me (Squeezing my tits, playing with my nipples, fingering my cunt - Tanya informed me of the correct terms used for slaves and women = and pinching my ass), I watched Amy get what Jerome had called the 'Life Raft'. I was put on my hands and knees with my face in Tanya's pussy. As I was licking, someone began fingering my cunt. Soon after, I felt a wet finger begin massaging my asshole. It wasn't long before the digit was fully inside, thrusting, twisting, and wiggling. I couldn't believe the sensations that it was giving me. Combined with the fingers thrusting in and out of my cunt, I was already near another orgasm. Suddenly, a second finger was working its way into my ass. I was having a really hard time concentrating on the pussy I was licking, but I finally managed to get Tanya off. She was immediately replaced by another girl, and I went back to work. They kept playing with my cunt as they worked my ass. They made sure that they didn't let me cum, just keeping my in the edge. Suddenly, the fingers in my ass were pulled out, and something hard, smooth, and slick was shoved in Three fingers were quickly thrust into my cunt, and another finger began flicking my clit just as the object in my ass was rammed home. The orgasm immediately crashed through me. 

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I licked every pussy in the house at least twice that night, and every one of the guys got a blow-job and fucked my cunt. They also had Amy and I play with each other a couple more times. When they were done, they sent us home. Amy asked me to come over to her house so we could talk. That was going to be an interesting conversation - to say the least. 

We stopped at the adult store on the way to Amy's house, so I could pick up the anal started hit and other accessories that I was ordered to buy. Amy, having visited the store on multiple occasions over the last couple of months, helped guide me to the correct isles and selecting the items. We eventually arrived, cleaned up, and relaxed in the living room with a bottle of wine wearing terrycloth robes. Jake had texted Amy that he was spending the night at another friend's house, so we would have the house to ourselves. 

Amy: 

Christ! Where do I start with this conversation? I briefly thought of that movie "Unstoppable" about a runaway freight train. Unfortunately, Denzel Washington was not going to suddenly appear to save the day for me. This train was barreling down the track and wouldn't stop until it derailed at the end of the line. Now, my best friend had just jumped on-board with me. Fuck! 

"First off, not that it matters, but I wasn't the one who offered the deal. Jerome blackmailed me into accepting it." I began. Jessica just nodded in understanding. "Now, I'm really caught up in it. I'm pretty sure that it doesn't have to do with the blackmail anymore. I find that I am craving being their sex slave now. The orgasms I have with them are incredible, but you probably know that now. I am pretty much horney all the time, and I find myself looking forward to the next time. I can see what I am becoming. That's why I tried so hard to get you out of the house earlier. I didn't want you to end up turning into what I have become. Now, whenever I think of what happens after graduation, I get a feeling of dread. What happens when they throw me out? What will I do then?" I began sobbing softly. 

I felt Jessica's hand touch my arm. It really felt nice. "Amy, it will be OK. We will deal with it when the time comes together." She spoke softly as she wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly as I sobbed. 

My tears eventually stopped, and I looked up at her. She was smiling sweetly with a soft look in her eyes. "I think that it's probably a good time for me to admit something to you." She said. "I'm bisexual. I've known that since my Junior year of high school. In fact, I actually lean more towards women than men. I was elated when I watched you eating out that girl before I was caught spying on you." She must have seen the confusion building on my face. "I was elated because I found out that you were not as straight as I always thought. I bet that you never realized how big a part you play in my masturbation sessions, did you? Truth is, I have had a huge crush on you since we first met, but never thought that I would get the chance. You have no idea how excited I was when Jerome 'forced' (yes, she did the little air quote thing) us to play with each other. That was actually a dream come true for me." 

You would think that having my best friend tell me that she had a huge crush on me would take some processing. You would also think that her sudden revelation that my supposedly completely straight best friend had always been on the lesbian side of bisexual would require more getting used to as well. It didn't. Our bodies moved forward. Lips sought out lips. Tongues caressed tongues. Hands gently caressed bodies. 

Sorry, dear readers. As much as I would love to describe our passionate lovemaking that night, it simply didn't happen. We were both exhausted from our day. We kissed, drank our wine, then went upstairs where we snuggled together naked under the blankets, and fell asleep together. 

I woke up with the sun shining through the window. Jessica was snuggled up in front of me as we spooned. My arm was draped around her, and my hand was cupping one of her tits. It felt so good that I couldn't help myself from thumbing her stiff nipple and giving her a light kiss on her neck. 

"Mmmmm. 'Morning beautiful." She breathed. 

"Good morning Sweetie." I replied. "Damn bladder. Be right back." I whispered in her ear. 

She was getting up as I returned after relieving myself and quickly brushing my teeth. Her minty breath tasted so good when she kissed me upon her return. Obviously, she had just used the new toothbrush that I had laid out for her. 

We snuggled under the covers again, holding each other tight as our lips and tongues explored their counterparts. Our hands were not entirely idle either. We stroked and squeezed each other's butts. Hands roamed over tits, pinching, flicking, and gently twisting nipples. My juices flowed when her moans caused vibrations in my mouth when my finger grazed her clit. She counterattacked by sliding two fingers into my drenched cunt. She broke our kiss and moved down to nip and suckle my tits as her fingers continued their assault. I fell over onto my back in surrender. In an instant. Jessica had transported herself so her face was at my cunt. I could do nothing but moan her name as the victor claimed her prize. 

"OH, FUCK YES, JESSICA!" I screamed as my body thrashed when the orgasm hit. 

Jessica continued to lightly lick and suck my cunt as my orgasm passed. She moved up to hold and kiss me as my breathing returned to somewhat normal. 

"Have I mentioned to you how wonderful you taste?" Jessica asked with a glint in her eyes. 

"Hmmm. No, I don't think you have." I replied. "But, having tasted both of us, I do believe that you taste even better." I had let my hand move down her body and lightly stroke her folds. 

Smiling, she challenged. "Perhaps you should have another taste test to be sure." 

Didn't have to ask me twice. I followed her example. Besides, I REALLY wanted to play with those magnificent tits of hers. I continued my light touch on her lower lips as I kissed, sucked, and nipped at her tits and nipples. Back and forth, a couple of minutes each, then switch. My fingers became drenched, so I used her natural lube to stroke her clit. Her hips began undulating as her arousal rose. I let my tongue leave a trail od saliva as I moved down her torso. I heard as hitch in her breathing as my tongue made two laps around her cute little belly button. 

I had finally reached my goal. Jessica's hairless pussy was staring me in the face. Goosebumps rose as I blew cool air on her overheated cunt. Her mound was so smooth as I ran my tongue around it. 

"I've been wanting to ask since yesterday. How did you get it so smooth?" 

"Lasor removal." She managed to huff out. "Years ago. Permanent." She grunted as I began long slow lapping of her outer lips. 

I reached up and spread her open with my fingers, so I could access her inner treasures. I giggles as I thought about naming my tongue Dora. Nope, Laura Croft would be a better name. Laura explored caves. I also expected the cavern to flood once the trip was hit. Yep. I was looking for an action flick - not a cartoon - with this exploration. With that settled, I dove in. I licked. I lapped. I thrust in and out. I explored. I used my lips, teeth (VERY gently), and tongue. My tongue became a demon, striking at every weakness. My ears and touch were the guidance system. Every subtle sound and movement became stored data for further assault. I could feel her cresting. I held her there, denying her for a few minutes. She cursed me. Finally, I succumbed to her desires. Her release would have won the national bronc riding championship. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held on for dear life. My mouth clamped onto her cunt as I drank in the ambrosia of her spending. I released her when her bucking stopped, and I moved back up to hold her until the last of the tremors stopped. 

Jake wasn't really expected home until the afternoon, but I couldn't be sure. Not wanting to risk his early return, Jessica and I showered together then got dressed. Yes, the shower was long. Yes, we did more than simply wash each other. I loaned Jessica some clothes the reasonably fit her, and she left for home after a few more kisses. 

Life move forward. Jerome's crew were good on their word. April was much happier now that she wasn't constantly tormented by her bullies. She had no clue what really caused the turnaround. Tammy had told her that it was because she finally convinced Jerome to leave her alone since April was helping Tammy in school. Even a couple of the other girls in his crew joined in of the study sessions. This, of course mad sure that April was otherwise occupied so that Jessica would be free to entertain the guys at the clubhouse for a couple of hours. 

Superbowl Sunday: 

Jerome had fixed it so that Jake and April would be invited to a Superbowl Party at someone else's house. Jessica and I were the naked waitresses and halftime entertainment at The Clubhouse. The whole crew was there. As usual, they were dressed normally, and Jessica and I were wearing our collars, butt plugs, garter belts, Stockings, and 6-inch heels. Our job was to serve drinks, make sure the food trays were not empty, lick whatever pussy needed licking, and suck whatever cock needed to be sucked. Halftime had us perform a 69 with each other in the middle of the room for everyone's entertainment. 

"You know, The Superbowl isn't as much fun without a stake in the outcome." Jerome said just before the kickoff for the second half. "I think that we need a wager to make things more exciting." 

For some reason, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I had a bad feeling about that statement. 

"What do you have in mind?" Tanya asked. The smile on her face indicated to me that this had already been discussed beforehand. 

Jerome smiled as he spoke. "I know that I told both of our sluts that I would not permanently mark them, and I never go back on my word. How about a little bet on the second half? It's up to them if they accept the bet, so this would be their choice. I'm not going to force them into it. What do you say, sluts?" 

Fuck. What are we getting into now? I thought. "What's the bet?" How much farther could I fall now? 

"The Seahawks are up by seven right now. How about if the Seahawks win, you two are free. We will honor our agreement and continue to not torment Jake and April. Everything stays the same as now, except the two of you are no longer our slaves." 

"And if the Patriots win?" I asked. This could get really bad. 

Jerome's grin got even wider. "If the Patriots win, the two of you get your nipples and clits pierced. You will go in and get 1-inch gold rings in both nipples and your clits." 

Jessica and I looked at each other for a few minutes. Freedom vs. being pierced. 

"Look. The Seahawks are already 7 points up, and the odds right now are in their favor. I'm giving you the odds here." Jerome pleaded. 

"May we go into the other room and discuss this for a few minutes, please?" Jessica asked. 

Permission granted, Jessica and I went into the bedroom and closed the door. 

As soon as the door had closed, I wrapped Jessica up and kissed her with everything I had. She returned the kiss passionately. We had been spending every available moment that we could together. Of course, we kept it a secret between ourselves. We unwillingly broke the kiss and moved over to sit down. We seriously needed to discuss this. 

"Well, here it is. Freedom vs. getting pierced." I said. 

"Quite honestly, I think you would look awesome with rings in your nipples." Jessica replied. 

"Yeah, and having that ring in your clit for my tongue to play with would also be really hot." I countered. 

"Seriously, though," Time to discuss this. "What do you think? We need to decide together. It has to be unanimous yes, or the answer needs to be no." 

Jessica suddenly blushed and looked down at the floor. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

She just sat there for a minute before looking up at me. 

"I want to do it." She said. "No. I HAVE to do it." 

"OK. I want to get out of this too..." I started before she interrupted. 

"NO. It isn't that." She forcefully exclaimed. "I just..." 

She didn't finish before her face fell into her hands and she began to sob. I pulled her into my arms and held her. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me back a bit and looked into my eyes as she continued. 

"I'm sorry, Amy. I'm so sorry." She began. "I love you so much. This past month, I have fallen in love with you, but I can't help this. I need this. It isn't that I want to be free. It's that I want do go deeper. I need what Jerome and the crew do to me. Fuck! I am craving it. I don't want to give it up. This bet is a win-win for me. Should we win, we are free, but that means that I am free to have a relationship with you completely. If we lose, I continue with this situation that I absolutely love, and even go deeper into it. Either way, I win. Besides, everyone knows that the Patriots are going to win. They were 7-point favorites going in. They have been a second half team all year. Nobody makes better halftime adjustments than Belichick." 

We went back out into the Livingroom and agreed to the terms. Jessica and I had to watch the last second interception at the goal line on replay, since our asses were facing the television as we were giving blow-jobs as the game ended. The guys were somewhat disappointed three days later on hearing our cunts were unavailable for the next 6-weeks until the piercings healed. They consoled themselves with the fact that our asses and mouths were still open for business. 

The days, weeks, and months passed. Jessica and I fell deeper and deeper in love. I was becoming harder and harder to hide it from our kids. Jake and April also seemed to become more and more serious. They were both planning on attending the local university and living at home. Jessica and I thought that it might have been better if they left home, so that it would give us more time together. We had even discussed the pros and cons of moving in together. All this time, we were still getting our brains fucked out by Jerome's crew several times a week. I'm not really sure how successful Jessica and I were in hiding our love for each other from Jake and April. I would occasionally see a weird glint in their eyes when they came into one or the other's house and found us sitting together drinking a glass of wine and watching a movie. There were a couple of times that they came back early and almost caught us in bed. Of course, hiding it from Jerome and his crew was not even thought about. They picked up on it almost from the start. After several long discussions, Jessica and I decided that we would wait until after we were free from Jerome to discuss it with the kids. They needed to know, but we didn't want the added distraction of serving their bully. Best wait until it was over and pretend it never happened first. 

Yeah, like that was going to work. By that time, Jessica and I were both so fully indoctrinated into being sex slaves to Jerome's crew that we simply couldn't imagine not doing it. We would talk long into the night about what we would do after graduation. We actually asked Jerome if he would keep us. It became an addiction for both of us. Regardless of our pleading, Jerome declined our request. He and his crew were leaving, and they simply could not take us with them. We were stuck. 

I realize, dear readers, that this may be difficult for you to understand. How do two well-adjusted women crave sexual slavery after being basically blackmailed into it? What is wrong with us, that we would actually mourn our freedom? Tell you what. How about you enter into a similar situation, have about a dozen massive orgasms every other night at the hands of your masters and mistresses, then get back to me on that. Yes, I was in love with Jessica, and she was in love with me. When we were with Jerome's crew, we did not have to think. They told us everything that we were supposed to do. We were serving eight 18-year olds with high libidos and quick recovery times. Being fucked constantly and orgasming non-stop for hours on end has a very high appeal. It becomes addictive. Jessica and I were addicted to it. 

That is the mindset that Jessica and I had that fateful day in early June. 

Jerome: 

Now, you may think that I'm an asshole. That's fine. I really don't care. The truth of the matter is that I would do anything for my friends. Also, my parents taught me from a young age that a man's word meant something. That's why I always followed through on whatever I gave my word to. Give me a break. I was a horney 18-year old kid. I saw an opportunity, and I took it. Don't tell me that if you had the chance to fuck a couple of hot women that you would have passed that up. Sure, a little blackmail was involved. Yes, I took advantage of them. Of course, I set Amy up to be the Clubhouse slut. I had to give my girlfriend and my crew an incentive to do what I wanted. Jessica turned out to be a nice unexpected bonus. As it turned out, Jake and April actually turned out to be pretty cool. I kind of wished that I had seen it earlier, but then again, that would have denied me from getting to know their moms as I did. 

So, that brings us back to Amy and Jessica. Contrary to how I usually treated them, I really felt affection for the two of them. I was really happy that they ended up falling in love with each other. I kind of felt like cupid. I hoped that they would stay together and take it to another level after I released them when I graduated. They seemed so happy together. I guess I'm a romantic deep down. I truly hoped that they would make it together. Not what you expected from a complete asshole, is it? 

I think that it was in March that I realized it. Amy and Jessica were actually addicted to the treatment that me and my crew were giving them. Yes, I know that they were having multiple huge orgasms when they were serving us. Seriously, I was one of the ones that were giving them the orgasms. Of course, I noticed. It was something more subtle. It was the look in their eyes when they arrived and when they left. It was the tone of their voice when I told them that they would or wouldn't be coming over. I figured out that they needed what I was doing to them. Crap. I really liked them. How was I supposed to just dump them? Yeah, I had gotten fond of them, and, well, it was kind of my fault that they got into this position. I realized that I had a responsibility to try and make sure that they didn't get into a bad situation from this. Contrary to what you may think of me, my parents are good people, and they taught me that being a man meant that I had to own up to my responsibilities. Now, I just needed to figure out what I could do. 

I was sitting on the couch with Tanya in late May. We were taking a break from the action as Amy was being triple-teamed by the guys, and Jessica was likewise involved with the girls. I had discussed the situation with Tanya previously, and we had been trying to figure out what to go with them after we graduated. I couldn't just abandon them and have them fall into a bad situation with the wrong people. I knew that their addiction would come up, and they would likely try and find another group of kids to abuse them. That could get really ugly for them if the new group didn't care about them or had no sense of responsibility towards them. No, Tanya and I had figured out that we needed to hand them off to someone that we personally select who would take care of them. The question was who. 

"Needs to be someone that will be around for a while. Someone local that will be close and watch over them." Tanya said. 

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"Yeah." I agreed. "the closer the bett,,,,, THAT'S IT!" I exclaimed half way through my sentence. 

"What?" Tanya asked as she turned back to me. 

"I know what we need to do. I know who we will give them to, but it will be really tricky." I explained. Tanya's eyes grew wide as I discussed my plan. My crew were likewise shocked when we discussed how to go about making it happen after Amy and Jessica had left. 

Jack: 

It was the day after graduation. April and I were walking up to the front door of Jerome's clubhouse. 

"Any idea what Jerome wants?" April asked me. 

"No clue." I responded. "His text just said to show up at this time, because he had a surprise graduation present for us." 

"Not sure that I really want know what it is. Knowing them, it's probably a big prank that fucks with us again." 

"No. Jerome was adamant that it wasn't. Also, they've actually been pretty nice this year. He said that it was something that he couldn't take with him, and he wanted to give it to us to take care of." 

"So, he wants to give is his pet, sounds like." April concluded. If only I had known then how right and wrong, she was. 

Jerome's text said not to bother knocking, just come straight in. 

"Hey, Jerome. We're here, so what's this surprise you told me about." I exclaimed as I opened the door and walked in. 

April almost knocked me down as she ran into my back when I suddenly stopped in the doorway. There was a major short circuit in my brain as my eyes took in the scene in front of me. 

"WHAT THE FUCK???" I heard my voice call out. 

"MOM??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Rang through my ear in April's voice. 

Steve and Rod had gotten up and each took one of my arms while I stood there, unable to move from the shock. I then noticed that the girls had moved in on April and were holding on to her as well. I continued to stare into the room as my naked mom continued to suck on Jerome's cock. April's mom was looking over her shoulder at us with wide eyes and something in her mouth ad Derrick continued to plunge his cock onto her ass. As I watched, Jessica's eyes rolled up and she began shaking. I thought for an instant that she was having a seizure, but then I saw the fluid begin squirting from her pussy just as Derrick obviously ejected into her ass. HOLY FUCK! April's mom just orgasmed from having her ass fucked in front of us. Jest then, I heard a grunt from Jerome. My eyes moved to watch my mom's throat expand and contract as she swallowed Jerome's load. 

"Don't worry." Jerome said as he put his cock back into his pants. "No one is going to hurt you guys. They are just going to make sure you don't do something crazy as we talk. Why don't the two of you sit down on the couch? I need to talk with both of you for a bit." Turning to mom and Jessica, "Go get your kids a beer. They probably need it." 

April and I were guided over to the couch. I was in too much shock to resist. Plus, we would have had no chance at all against them. My mind slowly began working again, and I started noticing a few things as our moms went to the fridge. I noticed the collar and leashes. I noticed the garters, stockings, and high heels. I noticed that mom had something lodged in her ass, and Jessica had something sticking out of her mouth. When they turned back around, I saw the rings in their nipples and pussies. April and I drained half our beers as soon as they were handed to us. 

"Amy, Jessica, kneel beside you kids, and Jessica, put your plug back where it belongs." Jerome ordered, and they quickly complied. I was convinced that I had just entered the Twilight Zone. This was a bad dream that I was about to wake up from. Just as a glimmer of realization began in my head, Jerome started talking again. 

"So, it might just be dawning on you that your moms have given us their bodies to stop us from harassing you. That is true, or, at least it was true. That was the initial agreement. You are right to be pissed off about that. I just want you to hear me out though. First off, the agreement was that they would be sex slaves for us until graduation. That has happened, and I am releasing them. Today is the going away party. You will never see or hear from us again, since we are all moving away for college. None of us will ever say anything about this. 

"As I said, that was the initial agreement. Once I stopped harassing you and helped you out, I kind of started admiring you a bit. You were always the hardest worker on the team, and you never stopped putting everything into it. Each time I ran you over in practice, you would be right there on the next play ready to come right back at me. I respect that. I also got to know you a bit better and found that you are actually a great guy. I'm sorry it took so long for me to figure that out. Now, I know that you are really going to hate me, and I don't blame you, but I need to clean up a bit of a mess that I made. That's what the two of you are here for." 

Jerome went on for about 20-minutes talking about what had happened. He explained that he realized that our moms are major submissives and actually became addicted to sexual slavery. He made sure to emphasize that he had grown fond of them and wanted to make sure that they would be taken care of and not get drawn into a horrible situation. He really didn't want to see them get hurt or have their lives ruined by videos of them or someone letting their secrets out. He explained that he was pretty sure that if he simply released them on their own, they would start seeking out other people to satisfy their desires, and that could lead to disaster. 

"So, in order to protect them from themselves, I had you two come over to take possession of them. I figured that since you are their children, you would have a vested interest in keeping them out of trouble. Also, you two will be staying around here, since you will be going to the local university. You can keep an eye on them and make sure that they don't get into a bad situation. And, don't even think about trying to come after me for any revenge for this. That would only bring this out into the open and ruin EVERYONE'S lives." He concluded. With that, Jerome looked to mom and Jessica and commanded, "Offer up your leashes to your new owners." 

Amy: 

So, here we are. It has been 6-months since Jerome handed Jessica and I over to Jake and April. There have been a few changes. Jessica sold her house, and she and April moved in with Jake and me. Jessica and I are officially a couple now. We have moved into the large guest bedroom, and Jake and April took over the Master bedroom. Jake and April are still together and discussing getting married after they graduate from college. It took about two weeks for Jake and April to really take charge of us. They began trying to ignore it and try to be a normal family. That was until they walked in on Jessica and I in the middle of trying to put an ad on Craigslist. That's the evening where Jessica and I discovered that we could actually orgasm from being spanked. Jake and April were really shocked to discover that while we were bent over their knees. 

Two days later, Jake and April came into the house with bags of bondage gear, paddles, floggers, and leather belts. Jessica and I are no longer allowed to wear clothes in the house. We do have respectable (if kind of sexy) clothes for when we need to go out. Yes, both Jake and April use us frequently. April doesn't do anal, so Jessica and I take care of that for him. Jake also doesn't do anal, so April has us for using her strap-on. Unknown to Jessica and me, Jerome had hidden cameras in the Clubhouse. He had given Jake all the videos the he had made before we left. We all watched them on the big screen TV. Well, mostly Jake and April were watching. Jessica and I were usually kneeling in front of the couch with our backs to the TV and mouths occupied by whichever crotch was in front of us. There have been occasional parties with Jake and April's closest friends. Those who will keep our secret. Those friends who enjoy fucking two MILFs bound to the coffee table, or dining room table, or couch, or spread eagle on the bed, or just hogtied on the living room floor. Those parties always included our 'home movies' running on the TV for everyone's viewing pleasure. 

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