“Why don’t you come in for a night cap” she offered.  “I don’t really feel ready to say good night just yet.”  Her voice was suggestive.

 

“I really should get home” he said.  “I have an early day tomorrow, and I have already had more to drink than I should be trying to drive with.”  Her kiss was tempting, but he really didn’t want the blind date to go any further than it had already.

 

She reached up and touched his face and then let her hand slide down his neck and then down the front of his chest.  The gesture was provocative, and it had the desired effect.  It turned the tide of the battle between reason and desire that had been raging between his brain and his groin.  She was not his type.  She would not have been attractive even if she had not been overweight.  It had been a blind date setup through a computer dating service.  Her profile had not been very specific and had not included a picture or he would not have agreed to the first date meeting.  It was obvious that she was willing, but he was old enough to know that if he fucked her there would be obligations.  He knew he should say good night and let it mean goodbye, but he had had a little more to drink than was normal for him, and he hadn’t been in a woman in months which was not normal for him.

 

The door opened had he let her lead him into her apartment.  He resolved to keep this short and make his exit long before things got physical.  If he got on her he knew he would have to call her probably even see her again.  He would end up feeling sorry for her and then it would turn into a messy thing.

 

“Sit down” she said “I’ll get us some wine.  I think you will like this one; not at all pretentious.  It has only the slightest touch of alcohol.  It will help you sober up a bit before you leave.”  Somehow her words actually seemed to make sense at the time.

 

“I really should be getting to bed” he said.

 

“Well, let’s not rush things” she scolded.  Her voice was suggestive enough to make the double entendre obvious.

 

“I… I didn’t mean…” he had no idea how to get out of the verbal mess he had gotten into.  She sat beside him and handed him a glass of red which he sipped because he didn’t know what to say.  “Ah…” the stimulation went through him leaving both shock and arousal in equal amounts as her hand went up the inside of his thigh.  He leaned back on the couch automatically his legs parting slightly.  Her hand continued up and slid over the growing wad at the top of his thighs.  “I really can’t… I mean I really have to…”

 

She silenced him by putting her mouth over his and kissing him.  By the time she lifted off of him he was groping her breast.  He could not exactly remember how that had happened.  He hadn’t had to seduce her, and that alone was driving him wild.  He pushed her back against the couch beside him and moved over her to take the initiative. Her moves suggested he could do whatever he wanted to her and whether that was his imagination or truth it had the same effect.  He had completely forgotten his resolve; he was going to fuck her.

 

She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front clasp of her bra making it easier for him to get at her.  It felt as if he had ordered her to do that, but he could remember saying anything.  It didn’t matter.  He had his hand inside her bra cup and was working on her before the kiss ended.

 

“Please be gentile with me” she begged.  “I haven’t had it in a long time.  I’m awfully tight.  I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt me.”  He lifted off her and held out his hand to help her up.  She led the way to the bedroom.

 

Before he really knew what was happening he was pulling off his turtle neck shirt.  He had lost the sports jacket earlier but could not remember taking it off.  She was kneeling on the bed pulling her skirt up over he ass.  Her blouse and bra were gone and she was naked from the waist up and if she had been wearing panties she had lost them earlier.  She squirmed around and positioned herself, spreading her knees to give him a good look at her beaver in the dim light.

 

“Go ahead” she offered.  “Take me like a bitch.”  She lay her breasts down on the bed, arched her back and put her hands against the headboard to brace her body against his thrust.

 

He crawled up on the bed behind her and knelt between her knees.  He undid his belt unzipped his pants and took his penis out of his underwear.  He bent forward slightly and shoved it into her.

 

“Ah… oh god it’s so big” she moaned as he gave it to her.  All thought of being gentle vanished with the first penetration.  He bent forward and put his hands against the headboard above her and began to hammer on her with his hips.  She was panting as each thrust forced the air out of her lungs.  He grunted in ecstasy. 

 

The entire episode lasted only a few minutes.  She was tight on him and she was actively squeezing with her cunt muscles.  His cock had gone in like an iron rod and he fucked her like an animal.  Finally he bent down and grabbed her shoulders.  He arched his back to the limit of the tendons and forced his hips against her thighs.  He knew he was hurting her.  He knew she hadn’t seen a lot of action and his cock was longer than the tube he was forcing it into.  He didn’t care.  He was beyond caring.  He began pumping her full, empting himself into her.

 

When he was done breeding her he collapsed on top of her trying to catch his breath.  His penis softened quickly and he rolled off onto the bed beside her; his pants and underwear still around his knees.  At first he was just a little embarrassed, and then he began to feel the guilt.  He had not done one thing to help her enjoy the intercourse.  He had gotten completely lost in his own needs.  He had not even made an effort to control himself or delay his ejaculation.  There had been almost no foreplay; to make him feel worse he had really enjoyed it.  He had come into her house determined not to get in bed with her.  He didn’t find her attractive.  He couldn’t even say he liked her.  He had just used her; hurt her and loved every one of the few short minutes.

 

“I’m sorry” he apologized.  “I normally don’t…”  She was lying on her side beside him smiling up at him.  Her expression silenced his remorse.

 

“You shouldn’t apologize” she said.  “You’re a man, a real man and you just took me the way a man is supposed to fuck a woman.  You should never apologize for your masculinity.”

 

He raised his eyes to meet hers. She was lying on her side looking up at him.  She wasn’t beautiful, her body wouldn’t have been sexy even if she lost fifty pounds, but lost in the feelings that her eyes conveyed, he didn’t notice.  All of her physical attributes were gone in that instant and it was just her.  He had used her, and yet she had welcomed it.

 

“I am very aroused” she said.  “I need to masturbate.  I can go in the other room if you find it offensive.”

 

“No… I won’t mind at all.  I…” he said it automatically.  Normally he would have loved to watch a woman masturbate, but he had come hard and was not the least bit sexually stimulated.  A beautiful woman he would have enjoyed watching; this was more charity.  He had not gotten up and left immediately because he felt guilty about how rough he had fucked her and felt he should give her a little more time.

 

“Human’s have survived for thousands of years, hundreds of thousands” she explained, “mostly because of our ability to breed.”  She rolled over and opened the drawer on the night stand and took out a small diameter dildo.  She flicked the switch on the base and the device began to squirm like a snake, bending and straightening in the middle and the head began to revolve as well as vibrate.  She shut it off and lifted her leg.  He was staring at the device.  “Do you want to stick it up me” she asked.  “I think I’d like that.”

 

He was breathing through his mouth.  Despite his depleted sexual state, he nodded.  His hand was shaking as she wrapped his hand around the base.  “Don’t be shy” she advised.  “I like it to go in hard.” She guided his hand to her pussy and then spread her lips.  He felt uncomfortable holding something that felt like a penis, but he went with it.

 

“Are you ready” he asked.  He didn’t wait for her to answer.  He moved the head around and thrust it up her.  She gasped as it went in.  He turned on the switch and then put his finger against the base and pushed the last few inches into her.  She was panting.  She closed her legs holding the device in her.  She closed her eyes and to enjoy the sensations.

 

“I have studied human anthropology extensively” she continued.  “It really is fascinating how our ancestors used to live.  Small groups, ten to twenty men and women lived together in caves or encampments.  The men and older boys would go out in a group to hunt.  Humans need the concentrated proteins of meat and the men could only hunt the larger animals in groups.  The party would usually be out for a day or more and would return with the kill animals gutted.  As they approached the camp, the women would get themselves ready.  Mmmm….” She moaned as the mechanical device in her cunt continued to push her closer to climax.

 

“What do you mean ‘get themselves ready’ what did this involve?” he was trying to hide his curiosity.  His mind was envisioning the images her words were painting for him.

 

“In the center of the main room of the cave” she continued, “they had rocks or large logs spaces several feet apart.  The women would strip and spread furs over the pedestals.  They would kneel and bend over the supports.  If a woman or girl was not aroused she would apply animal fat to her lips to make the penetration easier.  As the men approached they would see the naked females waiting and ready for them.  The men had spent their time and effort, often risking their lives to bring the meat that the group needed.  The women offered themselves as their part of earning their share of the kill.”

 

“Oh my god” he said.  “They just presented and waited for the men to mount and rape them.”  He tried to sound shocked, but his own sexual arousal at the images she was describing was hard to disguise.  In his mind he saw in vivid color the scene before the communal fire in front of the cave opening; eight to ten women of all ages kneeling, bent over rocks or logs with their asses raised to receive.  Men of all ages standing or kneeling behind them humping like animals grunting and coming.  The men would move from hole to hole filling whatever pussy was available and recovering quickly from each ejaculation ready to fill the next woman whoever she was.

 

“The women were only raped when they refused to submit” she continued.  “If all of the women presented, no one particular pussy got over worked.  Usually it was the women that made sure that all of the females who were old enough to receive did their part to take the men’s semen.  The men were aroused by the women’s bodies, and then even more by sex that was going on all around them.  In an orgy setting, men seldom care which hole they stick their cock into.”

 

“That must have been so awful for the women” his voice was not the least bit convincing of his feelings.  She glanced down and he followed her eyes to see that he was rubbing his penis.  His face reddened, but she only smiled.

 

“I’m ready to come” she said.  “Why don’t you put that thing to good use?”  She opened her legs and pulled out the dildo that had been inside of her.  She laid it carefully on the night stand where it continued to squirm and vibrate eventually falling onto the floor.

 

He crawled on top of her and she opened her legs and lifted her knees bringing her pussy up to meet his advance.  He carefully pushed up her attempting to be gentler than he had been before.  The dildo was smaller and shorter than his cock and it had tightened her up.  He had to force his way in.

 

“Don’t wait for me” she cautioned.   “I’m ahead of you, and I like it rough.”

 

He grabbed her arms and began to pump her hard.  It was his custom to sleep after he came, and he usually did not get hard again unless the first delivery had been unsatisfying.  He had come hard, and drained his balls.  He was aroused, but dragging out another load was going to take considerable effort.  He wasn’t even close when she started groaning and he felt the uncontrolled convulsions in her thigh muscles.  He picked up the pace slamming into her hard which only pushed her faster.  She was finished even before he felt the start of his orgasm.

 

“Don’t stop” she said.  “Don’t worry about me. Keep going until you finish.”

 

He resumed his harder faster pace trying to force his orgasm to the surface.  She bore down with her muscles squeezing his penis trying to help him.  His mind fixated on prehistoric women and the ancient breeding rituals that she had told him about. In that situation, men would not attempt to stall or restrict their natural orgasms.  Why would they?  If the woman didn’t cum with them, another man was right behind him ready to finish her.  If a woman finished earlier, and a new man had just mounted her she would cum and then have had no choice but to wait while whoever was on her got off in her.  Even if she was exhausted she would have to wait until all the men were ready to release her.  It was natural the natural way for men and women to fuck.

 

His own thoughts and imagination consumed him and as he felt the tingling that went down his back, across his hips and down his legs he felt the woman squirming under him.  She was pumping her legs to his rhythm.  She was going to climax again.  He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head and began driving his cock straight down into.  He pulled out as she lifted her knees and he reposition to drive straight into her G spot.  It was the move they both needed.  They went over the edge together and he began shooting into her as her heavy thighs crushed his hips holding him in her.

 

He shot load after load into her and then collapsed on her limp body.  His sexual interest was drained, but he images remained.  So many things suddenly made sense to him.  A younger woman with a tighter box would get more attention, and it made sense that her body might require more stimulation to reach orgasm.  Younger men mixed with older men fucking women of equally diverse ages.  A man could fuck whatever way was natural for him.

 

“You think you might have enjoyed life more in a simpler time” she asked.  She had seen the distant look on his face and guessed what was on his mind.

 

“Well” he said “I suppose that lifestyle would be fine for the men, but I think civilization has made it vastly better for women.”

 

“Better for women?” she sounded shocked.  “What are you talking about?  Maybe better as long as you’re skinny and young with huge tits, but you can’t possibly believe that this is better for anyone else.  Don’t get me wrong, civilization has done a lot to improve the lives of people, but it has ruined sex for everyone.  I mean, look at me.  This is the first intercourse that I have had in three years that didn’t involve my fingers and that toy and I had to practically drug you and tie you up to get you to use me.  You think I prefer masturbating to having men lined up to jump my ass.  Hell even the pretty little bitches get old and then they’re left alone with their fingers.  God made men and women and gave them a need and men came along with their silly rules and poisoned the most beautiful thing in the world.  It’s the worst thing that men ever did.  I hope they burn in hell for it.”

 

“Men?” he pushed himself up on one elbow.  “You think men did this?”

 

“Of course men did this” she said.  “The damn sex laws started with the patriarchal religions.  A man had to ‘own’ his woman and even if he didn’t want her pussy, he couldn’t let anyone else have her.”  She spit to the words out with sarcasm and disgust.

 

“How do you know so much?” he changed the subject.  She was obviously passionate about something he knew nothing about.

 

“Everybody knows this” she said, “well, everybody with any advanced anthropology training.  For obvious reasons, anthropologists don’t publicize the facts about what is natural human sexual behavior, but it’s not a secret.  You can imagine the political implications, not to mention the religious ones if the average person knew what was normal behavior.”

 

“What if a woman didn’t want to participate?” he asked.

 

“Strange question” she replied.  “I doubt that happened often.  Children grew up watching in the background.  Younger children watched older children move out of the shadows and take their place on the pedestals.  The boys and girls knew what would be expected of them when they got older.”

 

“Still” he pressed.  “Children are often rebellious.”

 

“There are different schools of thought on that” she explained.  “Usually the very young children stayed back in the shadows during the sexual intercourse.  As they got older the young boys had to accompany the men on the hunt before they were allowed to participate in the sex.  Young girls were left alone until their tits started to grow and their vaginas were large enough to receive.  When that happened the older women would inspect her vagina and decide if she was big enough to take their place with the women.  Some in my profession believe that if a boy refused to hunt, or a girl refused to kneel, they were excluded from meals until they submitted.  They either participated with the community, or they starved to death.  Most of us believe that refusal was not an option.  A girl that refused was stripped and held in position by the other women while the men forced her open.  She was usually treated roughly until her will was broken and she took her place willingly.  Boys who would not assist the men in the hunt were treated as women, taking it in the ass along side of the other girls.  Humiliation if not pain changed their attitude.”

 

“That just seems horrible” he said.  His penis was dead, but his blood was racing again.  He tried to fake a socially acceptable attitude that his hormones rejected.  The vision of a young girl begging to be let go as the women stripped her in front of half a dozen men who were all erect and ready to take her swam through his head.  Then she was forced to her knees and her legs pulled apart by the women who she knew as mothers and sisters.

 

“Horrible” she asked; “Horrible like the clan not being welded together to protect each other from attacking animals.  Do you mean horrible like men being killed in a hunt because they were short handed and unable to take down the animals that were stronger and faster than them because a young boy was a coward?  It was how our species survived.  No, sex welded the community together.  More important, sex mixed the gene pool to create a being that was strong enough to survive.  This monogamy nonsense has made us genetically inferior, weak.  If primitive men and women had not bred randomly, we would never have gotten out of the caves.  That is our legacy.  That is the way we as a species survived.  What is horrible is what the religious pigs have done to us.”

 

“But the women had no choice” he argued.

 

“Do you think men have a choice?” she asked.  “Do you think the men coming back from several days alone on the hunt really had a choice when they saw the females presenting their pussies?  Do you think men today have a choice?  Look at you.  Your hormones drive you to fuck anything you can get to hold still.  Right now you just finished with me, and you are rational, but try going a few months without sex, and see if you have any choice when a woman offers herself.  Men are just as much a slave to sex as women are.  If they weren’t, they would never put up with the crap they take.  Men and women are both slaves.  You can either fight it, or you can be yourself and try to enjoy life the way it was meant to be lived.  If you fight your nature, it will turn into a perversion. 

 

  There’s a very beautiful place called Jiuzhai Gou north of Chengdu. Last summer, she wanted to go check it out. Since I haven’t seen it either, so we decided to go together. I know that she didn’t have a boyfriend then. I used to have one in the first semester, but broke up because we felt we weren’t right for each other.

Her college ended 10 days later than mine did, so I just waited for her in my dorm. During those 10 days I thought hard hoping to surprise her when she came. I can still remember all the sex we had in high school. My first time ever was with her, so was she. The first time I touched her breast was in the lab building where nearly nobody goes late at night. The first I felt her pussy was in my home. This may sounds interesting, at that time I didn’t know that women’s pussies get wet when they are aroused. So I thought they were urine. But she told me that this is the time when her pussy is ready to take my dick. That day we couldn’t wait anymore, and we had our first sex ever. It felt wonderful. After that we grabbed every possible chance to make love. There was even once she gave me a blow job in a building which was still under construction. But they were all very traditional. But this time I want it to be special. All my 3 other roommates went home one by one. The day she arrived I was totally by myself.

  I went to the train station to pick her up. We took a taxi to my dorm. On our way home, I told her that she can stay at my dorm room and there’s gonna be a surprise for her. When we finally reached my room she asked “ so what’s the surprise?”

  “Do you want it now?”

  “Why not?”

  You see, our beds and tables are joined together. The beds are above the tables. There ‘s a metal bar attached to each bed to prevent us from falling down when we sleep.

   “OK, close your eyes” I said. Then I blindfolded her and got those ropes I prepared. I tied both of her wrists to the bar. Then I took off her jeans and underpants.

  “OK, Mike. You don’t have to do all this just to fuck me. Remember what we did in high school?”

  “Just wait” then I stuck a vibrator in her pussy.

  “ What is it, Mike, what ‘s in my pussy?”

  “Just wait.”

I turned on my computer and played a Japanese porn movie. I advanced to where the girl in it starts to moan.

  “Ready?”

  “OK. What is it?”

  Then I turned on the vibrator.

  “Oh, Mike, oh, how can you, oh…..oh” Then she started to moan, real loud, writhing her body.

  I then put a chair in front of her, stood on it, and put my fully erect cock in her mouth. She sucked it really hard. She sucked and sucked, after a while as I was about to cum she stopped. I knew she was about to cum too. I pulled out my cock and wanked myself. We cummed the same time.

  Turning off the vibrator, I said “ so how ‘s the surprise”

  If you wanna mail me, write to mikebryant81@yahoo.com     (Girls only please)

 

Jimmy felt his dick grow and thought he’d see if he could join them. Jimmy walked over and stood next to Andy. Now Andy is the assistant coach and is little older than the others, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. Pecs, abs, and a light trail of light brown hair from his navel down his washboard lower abs to his large erect dick. He was stroking his cock with his right hand and never looked up. Every once and a while he would jiggle it and April would take it in her mouth.

 

Beside Andy were Billy and Robbie, twins. The only way you could tell these two apart was because Billy had darker hair. Otherwise, even naked these two are identical with baby blue eyes and the same hairstyle. Billy was caressing his body as April went all the way down on his hard shaft. It was strange; they both seemed to get off on seeing each other get blown. Then April grabbed Robbie’s cock and double sucked them. Both guys rocked their hips forward tensing their six-pack abs as April slobbered all over their cocks.

 

Meanwhile, beside Robbie was Sam. Sam is the only black guy on the team and what they say about black dudes was true. His cock was nearly nine inches long as it bobbed in front of Kelly’s mouth. Sam was another jock who was ripped. He looked down as Kelly tried to take in his huge dick. She could barely get more than his cock head in her mouth. She used her hand to stroke the rest of his long shaft as she sucked on his huge knob. She didn’t even bother servicing anyone else; Sam was a handful.

 

As April sucked on the twins and occasionally and Andy and finally Jimmy, Evan walked into the locker room.

 

“What the fuck…” Evan exclaimed as he came upon the orgy.

 

“Oh hell’s yeah!” and with that Evan peeled off his shirt revealing his rippling abs and well-defined pecs. He quickly undid his belt and opened up his jeans and slid them along with his underwear down past his low hanging balls. He walked right up in between Robbie and Billy.

 

“Mmmm”, April immediately devoured his ever-growing cock.

 

Meanwhile, Sam started grunting. He was about to blow.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum.” He said as his hips started to rock faster.

 

“You ready for it?”

 

“Mmmhmmm” Kelly answered without removing his cock from her mouth.

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh Fuck!”

 

With that Sam exploded inside Kelly’s mouth.

 

“Swallow it! Come on slut! Swallow it! That’s it.”

 

Kelly did her best to swallow his load, but soon jism was dripping out of her mouth and all over Sam’s cock. She did her best to lick it all up.

 

April left Robbie, Billy, and Evan to jerk off and turned her attention to Andy and Jimmy, sucking one while stroking the other and switching off.

 

Andy’s face turned bright red.

 

“Yeah… yeah baby…. I’m gonna cum…”

 

Andy quickly pulled out of April’s mouth and jerked his dick hard.

 

“Ahhhhh” He growled as he poured out his cum all over April’s face and tits. As his semen pumped out of his dick April licked her lips and rubbed his cum over her large tits.

 

April then focused on Jimmy, and it wasn’t long before he, too, came.

 

“Uuuuuhhhhhh. Oh yeah” he grunted as he stroked the cum out of his engorged dick.

 

Shockingly, Sam was still hard and Kelly continued sucking on his dark meat.

 

Feeling that it would be rude to walk away, Jimmy and Andy just stood there stroking their dicks as April turned to the twins and Evan.

 

“Thought you forgot about us.” Billy said.

 

“Never, baby” she replied. She pulled the three guys close together so that their cock heads all touched. Their dicks all jumped at the contact. April took all three cock-heads in her mouth and swirled her tongue around them.

 

“Fuuuuck.” Robbie moaned.

 

“Oh shit!” Evan exclaimed as he looked down at the three dicks stretching out April’s mouth.

“Suck it, baby, that’s it. Suck it” Billy whispered as he ran his hands over his chest and nipples.

 

“Play with our balls” Robbie whispered. She started rubbing and jiggling Billy and Robbie’s balls.

 

“Oh! Ahhh!” Billy pulled out and just stood there and watched as his cock jumped and spit up his cum, again and again and again, all over April’s face.

 

“Ohhhh!” April squealed, letting Evan and Robbie’s cocks pop out of her mouth.

 

“Think you can swallow it, baby?” Robbie asked as his body tensed.

 

“Mmmhmmm” she responded.

 

“Oh yeah, cocksucker, I’m cumming! Oh…. Oh… YEAH!”

 

Robbie’s dick throbbed as it shot semen down April’s throat. By now the slurping sounds along with the sensation of Robbie’s pulsing dick was too much for Evan.

 

He quickly stepped back and jerked off all over April’s boobs. As he did, he pinched his erect nipples and ran his other hand up and down his chest and abs.

 

“Fuck, yeah! Fucking cocksucker! Damn!” 

Everyone turned their attention to Kelly who was growing tired as she continued to suck and stroke Sam’s still engorged cock.

 

“Here, baby. Let me!” he said. Sam pulled out of her mouth and stroked his cock in front of her face.

 

“Give it to me, baby. Come on, I want that hot cum all over my face and tits. Come on, stud, cum for me.”

 

Sam started grunting and shot another impressive load all over Kelly’s face and tits.

 

Kelly and April both sat back and used their fingers to wipe the cum off their bodies and stick it in their mouths.

 

Evan tried to reach down and squeeze April’s sticky breast but she slapped his hand away.

 

“Hey, no touching!”

 

“What?” Even said with a laugh.

 

“All right guys.” Andy said. “Time to hit the showers!”

 

The girls got up and walked out of the locker room. The guys all looked at each other for a moment, and then started walking towards the showers.

 

“Can you believe that?”

 

“That was fuckin’ hot as hell.”

 

 

 

This is usually when fantasies kick in. This is when I want a woman with us to finger fuck me or fondle my nipples while I suck off my husband. Or vice versa. Sometimes I let him fuck her.  It’s a gift to him.  A thrill for me to trust him with another pussy.  I know how much he loves me. I know he would never leave me. I know this so much that I want him to have another woman as my gift to both of them. Lash is an excellent lover and our third deserves my husbands fat cock,  magic fingers and delectable tongue.  I know that it’s not his fantasy. He doesn’t need another pussy to fuck when he’s got mine. But I get wet thinking of watching him fuck someone else, someone who has fucked me and made me come. I want him to have the same experience—of fucking someone else. 

When I am that hot sex brings me to a higher state of mind. Among consenting adults, sex can take you to Nirvana. This is my belief. Three consenting adults. Why three? Three is my number. 

So I can’t figure out why I turned around.

We were in Oregon and free love was on my mind. We brought my vibrator, the Hitachi wand, the Rolls Royce of vibrators--clothes pins, rope, all the paraphernalia we needed to have the kind of sex we were accustomed to having at home.  I confessed to him that I had been fantasizing about piercing my nipples. I thought it looked hot. I want future lovers to know that I like to fuck hard and love having my nipples be the focus. 

We found a piercing shop, interviewed the owner, inspected for cleanliness and took the plunge. No doubts. No second thoughts. I did it. Pierced them. My husband stood by while he shoved two stainless steel bars into my large, brown, very suckable, nipples. They hurt like hell.  A pain I didn’t imagine. We walked gingerly to a bar, sat on their big comfy couches, ate nachos, drank two or three shots of tequila and I was out. Out for the count. It sedated me for my rebirth.

So why did I do it?
That’s the question I ask myself. I’m feeling less like a sexual Goddess and more like a suburban mom trying to defend her position at a PTA meeting.  I cover my nipples when I’m in the gym, I have dreams of people seeing my pierced ones and feel resigned to the shame of it.  I am hiding my nipples just as I hide my sexuality.  I am a bisexual too scared to admit it.

I’m facing in a different direction now. Not the same person I described at first. The sex is still good but I don’t want to have my nipples played with as much. I am even protective over them. I can’t quite figure out why the change in attitude.

Did I need self punishment to take me down from that high?
Am I not deserving of Nirvana?
Do I think that by exercising my power, bad things will happen…bad things will happen to my kids?  Rationally, it doesn’t make sense. But we’re not talking about intellect or the physical, or emotion, but something deeper. I deserve to go to Nirvana but I can't get out of my own way. My husband knows this about me. Knows that when things go right, I feel unworthy of my good fortune and find ways to punish myself rather than glory in my power, know my worth.

That's when Lash steps in. He knows when I need a lashing.  I like when he whips me with our hangers. I need it sometimes. Like now.  He hates when I deprive myself, or put myself down. Hates when I put limits on myself.  When I do that, he punishes me. I know I deserve it.  w I deserve it. 
 

On the weekend I went to work on the Saturday, leaving Frank studying and Paula taking the kids to the beach. The only difference to the rest of the week was I had half a dozen beers before falling asleep. This time I had a strange dream Paula was kissing Frank in front of me, not just a friendly kiss but a full french kiss. Frank was saying "its okay he's dead to the world" before returning to kissing her. I woke later to find Frank again brushing Paula's hair though this time she was in a robe, if I had thought about it I would have wondered why she was already undressed. I had a coffee to help me wake up but I still felt like death warmed up hardly able to keep my eyes open, I said goodnight and went to bed, Paula joined me a little later.

My dream was a little strange, some was creeping into our bedroom and whispering and the bed was squeaking, stupid bloody dreams it was Paula getting up to go to the toilet. The next morning was Sunday, I woke up at about nine the bed alongside me was empty and cold. Just then Paula came in, she looked a little tired but when she saw me awake she said coffee was on and the kids burst into the room. I wondered about the cold bed but the kids must have been up early and she had gone to keep them quiet. At breakfast Frank looked a little tired but when I mentioned it he said he had been up half the night studying. After a fun family day I went to bed early again ready for work the following day. Paula came to bed late I thought I heard whispering outside the bedroom door just before she came in, but as she was already undressed ready for bed I must have imagined it.

By Tuesday I was back to sleeping in my chair as soon as I finished tea. Frank and Paula came in to watch TV later sitting next to each other on the sofa, I wasn't fully asleep.

" He's dead to the world again" Frank whispered. "How about a kiss"

For a second I thought I was in a dream.

"we shouldn't be doing this" Paula whispered.

Between my nearly closed eyelids I watched as Frank and Paula kissed, a long sloppy kind of a kiss. I noticed his hand reach for her breast, first gently then he held it firmly giving it a squeeze. I might have expected a slap but none came just a soft moan.

"How about a fuck, I've thought of nothing else since Saturday night"

My ears pricked up after that, so thats why the bed was cold.

"We shouldn't have done it, you know that"

"Yes we should, you loved it and I loved it too. The way you sucked my cock was fantastic".

"Flattery will get you everywhere, and its such a lovely cock" Paula whispered and I watched as she gave his cock a friendly squeeze through his trousers.

I made grunting sleep noises not wanting to do anything to make them think I wasn't dead to the world. I also positioned myself a little different so that my growing bulge would not be noticable.

Paula stood and gave Frank a quick kiss, "I have to check on the kids I dont want them coming in waking Paul".

Five minutes later she was back, wearing just her robe she sat next to frank.

"If he looks like waking grab the brush, now come here"

Frank was soon concentrating on Paula, one hand working between her legs while the other held a breast so he could suck on the nipple. From my point of view I could see his fingers burried to the hilt in Paula's very damp looking cunt. As I watched paula worked at undoing his trousers and taking out his cock.

"Jesus", I thought to myself 'horse cock isn't in it'. If Frank looked hung in his bike shorts it was nothing to how it looked in Paula's hand. As I watched she worked her hand up and down the thickening shaft, it was like a toddlers arm.

"Come on climb on it" Frank was encouraging Paula.

"Not here not tonight, Paul might wake up"

"No he's dead to the world, look my poor cock is pleading for you"

I was having trouble not jumping up saying yes fuck him, so I made snoring noises. The sound of my snores seemed to relax them, as Paula moved so that she was astride Frank. Holding his shaft she guided it so he was positioned central then slowly started to lower herself. She started a soft moan but buried it in a cushion that she quickly picked up. I couldn't beleive it inch after inch of that monster cock dissapeared from sight.

Finally he was up to his balls inside her and she started to ride him like a stallion. Her mouth seemed to be buried all the time in the cushion but I could still hear her grunts and moans. Not that Frank was being quiet either but he was burying his groans in her soft tits. It was obvious that this was not a slow languid fuck, this was a fast as we can before sleeping husband wakes. I watched as that monster cock worked its magic on my wife I could see all the thick veins that were pumped full of blood. I could see his heavy balls that i knew were full of cum that was soon going to be flooding inside my wife. Suddenley Paula through her head back and she was shuddering in orgasm the cushion pressed hard over her face, Frank stiffened as well I could see his throbbing shaft and knew he was unloading, then I could see traces of white were his cum was forcing itself past his shaft. My own cock was like a rock as satiated they seperated a quick handfull of tissues catching the cum before it flowed out of Paula and onto Frank and the sofa or carpet below. I was expecting to hear a sound of suction as he withdrew the head of his cock, the two of them quickly tidied themselves up. I then pretended to waken to find Frank brushing Paula's hair, as i woke she went to make coffee.

I quietly whispered to Frank "nice cock mate, dont mind you fucking Paula but next time you come into the bedroom climb into bed and fuck her there, I like to know whats going on". I gave a smile and went in to give Paula a hug and apologise for being tired all the time and I was okay with Frank.

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  Even as Mark flung wide the driver’s side door, keen you might say, to negotiate some quality time with the young auburn-haired temptress so indelicately sprawled across his two friends in the rear, Julian was heard to mutter, “Let’s take her upstairs guys.”

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   You couldn’t fault his enthusiasm!

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   Needing to maintain at least some degree of perceived modesty as Mark opened the rear door, Kirsty eased herself off the men’s laps, tugging her panties back up as she did so. There was little she could do however to prevent both John and Charles openly groping her breasts as her rear-end exited the car with some hands-on assistance from Mark.Â

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  “C’mon, behave guys,” she giggled, observing as she spoke, that both men were sporting sub-zip erections of the spectacular kind. A hot flush coursed through her body as she realized the potential here for some seriously inappropriate sexual activity in terms of her own under-age bodily involvement. Plan B had never been without substantial risk she knew. Â

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   Attempting to slip his hands down the rear of her panties as she straightened-up, caused her to spin around once more.

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   “I said “behave” Mark,” she leveled at him, then looking around almost nervously, added. “Why have you all brought me here? I have to be home before midnight or my dad will freak.” Trying to cover her breasts as she spoke, was an exercise in utter futility

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  “You will be sweetheart,” Julian replied, taking her gently by the arm. “Trust us, we will get you home by then. In the meantime Kirsty, lets just go upstairs for a while…you weren’t exactly ‘complaining’ on the way here were you?”Â

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   She blushed deeply which just made her look that much more desirable if such be possible.

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   Allowing herself to be led by Julian and Charles, each having a hold of her hand, they crossed a small hallway past what appeared to be an ultra-modern kitchen and ascended the stairs to the upper floor. The view afforded the other three men in her wake, was sufficient to engender words of hushed, if not fully indecent appreciation between them.

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    Not three-quarters up the staircase and Mark could no longer control his burgeoning lust. Grabbing the girl by the hips he pulled Kirsty backwards which caused her to lose her balance, falling to her knees on the ninth riser. Thrusting his hand up between her legs whilst admiring her curvy little bottom in the interim, he began groping her vaginal area lewdly through her panties, his own erection approaching the extremes of desperation itself.

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    Lust is contagious.

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    Turning around, thereby seeing what their friend was doing to the girl, now alternately whimpering and crying-out in shocked disbelief, it was impossible to observe those small jiggling breasts and not be moved to needful involvement oneself.

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    Despite her protests, Kirsty found herself spread-eagled, somewhat uncomfortably it must be said, across the stairs while at least three pairs of hands began tugging her panties down past her knees. She let out a squeak of mortified distress as her none-too hirsute pussy was displayed to the baying hounds on site.

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   “Oh my God,” Patrick muttered. “She looks like a sophomore!” No-one was arguing the point.

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    So pre-occupied was she, both visually and physically, with the digital treatment being afforded her breasts, nipples, inner thighs and increasingly moist labia, she failed to notice Mark freeing-up his penile insert. That is until he crawled into her direct line of vision and placed the head right at the promised land.

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   “Pleaase…” she gasped, “You’re not gonna rape me now are you?” Spreading her legs voluntarily it should be mentioned, did nothing to cement her credibility as a victim of aggravated sexual abuse.

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   “Fuck her Mark,” John was pleading, one hand idly squeezing her left breast as he muttered the words.

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    The girl’s status as a virgin was made apparent not thirty seconds later.

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  “That hurts,” she cried out, even as Mark’s erection barely intruded between those sexy labia. Had Plan B really been that practical? she wondered momentarily. She might have given the situation further contemplation had not Mark taken the bull by the horns as it were and thrust up hard into the young girl right at that second. No need for a second opinion – her scream of genuine discomfort and the presence of a not inconsequential trickle of blood, left no doubt that so far as any hymen was concerned – hers was now ancient history.

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    Probably to the ultimate benefit of both parties, Mark was thrusting up now so hard into the girl she was transported to realms of pleasured indulgence which she had never dreamed might exist. Certainly there had been pain – still was to a degree, but compared to the feelings engendered by what this man was doing to her, it was at the lower end of relevance.

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   “Jesus…” Mark enunciated and none too clearly at that. “She is just so tight, you guys won’t believe it.” All present, intended to check that one out thoroughly you may be sure.

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    With Charles and Julian holding her legs even wider now and Patrick consigned to the role of masturbator-in-chief, the visuals were line ball with Mark’s orgasmic progress. He felt the on-set of that final countdown even as Kirsty began whimpering, her slim hips thrusting up to meet the invader’s determined incursions.

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   “Damn you’re soo hot Kirsty,” Mark stammered. It was his last coherent outpouring as he began jerking inside her, spurting deep that which most young girls like to know they have been responsible for inciting. Barely cognizant of the hands on her breasts and hips, fingers pulling her nipples every which way – and even Patrick’s sticky contribution across her lower abdomen and upper thigh, she felt her own orgasm fanning outwards in concentric circles.

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     “So this is what it feels like?” she pondered, both hands instinctively cupping her seeping pussy - Mark having withdrawn his withering tool of trade. She felt herself floating, fully unaware as yet, of the near carpet-burns across her back consistent with her inelegant sprawl there on Julian’s staircase.

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    Much as John needed to plough a fresh field he had the foresight to recognize that in the long-term they might all – Kirsty especially - be better served doing so in comfort. Certainly, while the sight of a young girl being stripped and raped, half-way up a staircase, generated quite the extremes of passion, his own tastes ran more to the conventional – raping a girl on a nice soft bed!

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    It wasn’t ‘rape’ of course. Kirsty being arguably the most willing “victim” in the history of sexually-abused young ladies. Even as John and Charles led her fully naked to Julian’s master-bedroom, her legs still shaky from their previous exertions, she voiced no objection as the other three men smoothed their hands across her breasts, hips and bottom. She found their joint touch arousing in the extreme and willingly allowed any of them to kiss her passionately.

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    It took a while in fact to reach the bedroom!

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    Splayed-out now on the King size bed, Kirsty’s legs were parted sufficiently that any interested party was able to catch a glimpse of filmy white residue from Mark’s earlier coupling, seeping from her youthful vaginal opening. Assuredly it was doing wonders for John himself who having divested himself of his pants, knelt now on the coverlet between her legs, sporting an expression mid-way between hang-dog and Rasputin on a bad day.

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    That was swiftly to change.

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    The sensation derived as his straining erection negotiated the young girl’s post-virginal freeway was much to his liking. Her’s too if the truth be known, always assuming those gasps of pleasure and up-thrusting hips were anything to go by.

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    With her legs spread to the max and those cute light-brown nipples, erect sentinels on pro-active duty, Kirsty struck a pose that not only inspired John’s increasingly deeper penetration but which cried out for the other four’s self-therapeutic involvement. Patrick in fact was frigging himself senseless again, right alongside her upper chest while Charles had in mind a smidgeon of sub-abdominal redecoration it appeared. Mark, invigorated once more, was working the lathe just centimeters from her left cheek as Julian pumped his erection in close proximity to her right breast….heaving little mound, as it presented itself right about then.

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    Kirsty lay with her arms high above her head, disheveled hair fanning out either side of her and more often than not now, with her eyes closed, wriggling in lustful pleasure. That which John was doing to her addled her senses and all she could ponder was how to prolong the incredible high she was experiencing. Whimpering aloud “Fuck me harder…please” was a realistically positive step so far as that particular aspiration was concerned.

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    The outcome was never in doubt. John’s orgasm was swift and decisive. Even as he jerked about like a marionette, filling the void with hot sticky gel, Kirsty felt the first of a multi-part orgasm originating from somewhere between her legs. Whether the shock wave reached her breasts ahead of Julian’s spurts of hot semen is a mute point – the end result was a bi-lateral success.

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    Encouraged visually no doubt by his friend’s fully decadent treatment of so young a girl, Mark found himself jetting a stream of his own skin-softener clear across Kirsty’s face. The teenager gasped in justifiable surprise, being fully unfamiliar with so erotic a sensation. Charle’s orgasm meanwhile – fully triggered by the sight of glistening cum trickling down Kirsty’s cheeks and breasts, emptied his twin receptacles across her flatlands, leaving a trail of sticky white indecency all the way from her belly button to that hot little vaginal mound. Patrick had cum simultaneously, adding copious amounts of warm DNA to that already resident across her nipples.

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    The girl was a mess!

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    For a while no one had much to say. Kirsty was idly toying with a glob of procreative gel as it slid down her left cheek. Knowing she had caused all these men to ejaculate just made her all the hotter. Her pussy felt deliciously squishy and she was aware of hot cum trickling out of her and down her inner thighs. Somewhat anaesthetized by the men’s sexual dealings, she could have put up no resistance whatever their immediate intentions.

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    Julian obviously had specific intentions!

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   “Get on your knees Kirsty would you?” he asked hopefully.

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    She looked up at him quizzically. “My knees??”

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    “Yes sweetie – your hands and knees.” He stammered none too confidently. “Really, you’ll like it. I’m not going to hurt you - I promise.”

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    Not fully trusting him but too far gone sexually to argue, she did as he asked, kneeling then center quilt – the image of beauty if not lustful fantasy. For a moment they all stared at her. Pronounced hips and slim legs – the domain of only the fortunate few. Taut yet proud breasts defining her youthful sex, just partially hidden by naturally wavy hair that cascaded off her pretty shoulders. She was a vision of desire – even for five men just recently drained of their most basic sexual component.

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    And then there was that incomparably sculptured rear-end.

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    Julian laid a hand on her bottom. “God you are just soo sexy Kirsty,’ he whispered, as he began smoothing over those white-hot curves as the girl flinched perceptibly – expecting maybe to be spanked. Such a concept had already presented itself as a most viable opportunity to Julian but was contained, by virtue of his not wishing to demean the girl further. Besides he had alternate plans.

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   Easing up close behind her, he now placed both hands on her rear-end and commenced fondling her from hips to thigh, allowing his hands to inch their way ever inland. She in turn began wriggling her bottom in pleasure with the full knowledge of just how sexy an aspect she was presenting to all on site. Julian’s hand slipped up between her legs and he inserted a finger deep inside her pussy which was still divesting itself of the men’s semen string by sticky string. Kirsty gasped as he entered her but maintained her poise….and pose! John and Charles took the opportunity to fondle her breasts gently while Patrick raised her head slightly and began to kiss her.

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    Kirsty’s body was simply on fire with the attentions being paid her. She couldn’t help thrusting back on to Julian’s hand instinctively. Murmuring as the men began groping her breasts and pulling gently on her nipples. Her eyes opened wide and she gave a small gasp as Julian replaced his finger with something way more substantial.

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    Even as he slipped into that well-lubricated passage, Kirsty turned her head, glancing at her much older partner, an expression of utter satisfaction quite evident.

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    “Do you like that?’ Julian whispered, thrusting deeper. If she could have purred, she would have.

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    “Fuck her senseless,” Mark contributed from across the bed. He never had been noted for his cultural restraint.

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    As Julian engaged turbo, John manouevered himself between the girl’s arms and with but the slightest adjustment, began sucking her right nipple feverishly. Charles saw no reason not to follow suit. The flow-on effect for Kirsty was both immediate and dynamic. Never having been openly suckled, the combined sensation of the men drawing down on her teats while Julian penetrated her almost to her cervical buffer was sufficient to have her crying out in ecstasy – something you could hardly categorize as being detrimental to their group cause.

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   Improbable as you might imagine, but somehow Julian dredged up reserves of the good stuff that he left as a calling card deep within the girl’s abused pussy. Kirsty then cried out as another orgasm transported her to as yet un-traveled realms. Her inflamed nipples tingled as the outbound tsunami radiated north.

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    By the time Patrick and Charles had completed their tours of duty additionally, all six sank to the coverlet exhausted, Julian’s arm resting almost lovingly across the girl’s palpably smooth bottom. One can only speculate what any filmed recording might have brought on eBay!

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    Kirsty recovered her composure first – girls usually do! Glancing across at the bed-side alarm she saw to her horror that it was now 12.18. am.

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   “Look, I really have to go home,” she announced – some might say hopefully! “I am so sore guys,” she added ruefully, patting her ravaged slit delicately.

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     Luckily for her, the five of them were at heart – gentleman. Patrick offered to return to the car and retrieve her clothes and clutch-bag; her panties of course were still resident on the staircase somewhere. By the time he returned, Kirsty was hunched up between them all, hugging her knees and with little or nothing on show that might be described as indiscreet.

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   “Thanks,” she said, smiling prettily as he tossed her stuff, including those hot little floral panties, at her feet.

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    When no-one moved she looked-up enquiringly. “Um...I hafta get dressed guys?”

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   “So, get dressed sweetheart,’ Mark leered across at her. The others watched her reaction.

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    She glanced across at him. “What? You mean like in front of you all?”

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   “Well why not Kirsty…you just let us fuck you??” he replied grinning. One could not fault his logic.

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     Having no time to argue the point, getting home being her sole priority, she tossed them all a withering smile and rescuing her panties, slid them provocatively back to home base. Ten eyes observed that erotic journey – they were accompanied one imagines by ten very dry mouths.

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    Certainly playing to a captive audience, Kirsty then retrieved her bra, skimpy little item that it was, and kneeling there center-quilt, proceeded to wriggle into the thing taking twice as long as necessary to hook it up.

   “You really are a little slut,” Patrick grinned, making a grab for her arm. They had her breasts out and her panties half-way down that cute little crack when they heard someone’s cell-phone ringing.Â

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   “It’s Kirsty’s,” John said, pulling the flip-top from her clutch-bag. Trying to preserve a modicum of decency by holding her bra cups in place with one hand, she took the phone from her tormentor.

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   “Oh Dad…..yeah I’m so sorry, guess I lost track of the time.” Following what sounded like some in-depth questioning, she wriggled free of Julian’s fingers as he attempted to slide them beneath the leg of her panties. “Where am I? Oh just at a girlfriend’s place Dad but its OK I’m getting a lift home in a few minutes.” She shot a glance backwards at Charles as he started to unhook her bra once more. “Stop it!” she hissed under her breath.

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  “Who you talking to Kirsty?” her father asked audibly.

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  “Ohhh nothing dad, just one of the girls being silly…” she replied.

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    More brief conversation ensued and Kirsty covered up the phone…

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   “What’s the address here?” she asked. “Dad’s gonna pick me up. He doesn’t want me getting a lift at this time of night.” Julian told her.

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   “No that's just my girlfriend’s bro dad,” she answered slowly – the caller apparently asking the origin of so obvious a male voice.

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   Some further small-talk and Kirsty closed up the phone. Several vitally interested parties moved-in like an army battalion mid exercise.

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   “No way guys,” she giggled, “My dad will be here soon – sorry I have to finish getting dressed.”

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    Wriggling into her skirt was easy, watching her do it - even easier. Peeling her stockings back up as she sat on the edge of the bed however, was not without its complexity – especially at the point she suddenly found two pairs of hands insinuating themselves up between her thighs, strategically in reach of the front of her panties. She tried tugging the offending items out of the danger zone but finding herself suddenly pulled backwards on to the coverlet with the hem of her skirt hiked up to so indecent a level her knickers were once more on show…she began crying out to be freed.

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   Trouble is…the sensation of having so many hands up her skirt and with their companions beginning to re-examine the contents of her bra, it made it that much harder to resist her captors’ advances. At the point John reintroduced his finger to her sublimely wet and sticky pussy and Mark had managed to free-up her breasts once again, the game was back at square one.

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   Unluckily for her they didn’t need to throw a six first.

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