came older the calls became less frequent and eventually I lost contact.

When I was in my junior year at a nearby university, I received an unexpected call on my cell phone.  The number didn’t look familiar so I simply let it go to voice mail.  Later I checked my messages and was surprised:

“Hello Jenny, this is Mary Dooley.  Would you kindly give me a call.  We are going out of town for a few days and need someone to look after things.”

I thought what the heck, house sitting is easy money and I was always in need of that. I figured it would be good for a hundred bucks.   I immediately hit redial and called.

“Hello”

“Mrs. Dooley, this is Jenny.  It has been a long time since I last spoke with you.” I said.

Her response was, “I am so glad you called.  David and I are going out of town for three days and we were hoping you could kind of keep and eye on Devin.”

I hadn’t even given consideration their son.  I inquired, “Gee, Devin must be old enough to take care of himself.”

“Well he his 16, but I just don’t have all that much trust in him.  He only had his drivers license a few week when he had to go to court for drag racing.  Needless to say he is without wheels.   We just want to make sure he gets off to school and is not out running around at night.  His hormones are raging and we don’t want him having girls at the house. ” was her response.   

“Mrs. Dooley, I really do appreciate you thinking about me, but perhaps you should consider someone else.  Is there a family member that could watch him?”

“Jenny, we have given it a lot of thought and we have the most confidence in you.  David and I trust you. If I have done my math correctly you should now be 21 and a young adult.  We are willing to pay you $200 a day, plus give you money to go out and eat so that you don’t have to cook. Oh, and we will also see that you have gas for your car.  Please Jenny, we need you,” she begged.

Holly crap, I thought.  That is $600.  That is like hitting the lottery  I said to myself.  

“Well I really could use the money for school and I need some new clothes.”

We confirmed the arrangement and went over all the dates, times and details.  I wasn’t excited in the least about Devin, but the money motivating.  

Thursday arrived and as soon as I finished my class that morning I head to the Dooley’s. Mrs. Dooley greeted me.  “Come on in Dear.  My you have grown up and turned out to be a beautiful young lady. Let me show you around.”

As she and her husband left she said, “Devin generally gets home about 2:45.  You have our cell number if you need anything”

I didn’t have much planned and I was not into watching the soaps.   I sat down at the computer in the family room and went online to fight off the boredom.   I am sometimes naughty and check out porn sites.  While surfing, I stumbled across a site that was dedicated to naked guys.  Looking at all those great penises was such a turn on.  So for the next couple of hours I got myself aroused and masturbated several times using my little vibrating toy that I carry in my purse.  

I then noticed it was almost 3:00 and Devin was not home. I started to get a bit worried, but just then he came in the door.  

“Hey girl are you my babysitter?” He blurted. “ I remember you Jenny, but you are really hot now.  Nice tits you have there.”

That comment kind of set me back, but oh my God, that little snot nosed redhead brat had turn into one really good looking hunk.  I am not into young guys, but he was the kind of stud that would have made my panties wet when I was in  high school. Yikes, he was hot!

“Devin you are really handsome Thank you for the compliment, but that comment is a bit forward of you.”

“Yeah maybe but if you and me are going to shack up for the weekend, you’d better get used to it.” He said in a smart ass voice.

“Hey buddy,” I replied.  “I don’t know what your definition of shacking up is, but I have no intentions of getting in the rack with you.”

“Hey Jen, chill out.  You and me are going to hit if off OK.  I like you.  Your one cool chick. ”

We finally broke the ice and got into one conversation after another. I could not get over how good looking he was and wanted to talk just to keep him in view.    When we went out to dinner I could not keep my eyes off him and envisioned myself as out on a date with him.

Other than for one little zit on his forehead he had a great complection.  His hair was a beautiful reddish blonde and his eyes a brilliant green.  He was stone gorgeous.  Damn, why the hell couldn’t he be in his twenties I thought.  

Although he kind of had the bad boy image he was a perfect gentleman. Well all most a gentleman.  He opened the door for me as we exited and when we got to the car he opened that door for me as well.  I was impressed until he patted me on the butt and said, “come on sexy lady lets get the hell out of here.”

“Devin, that is not a very nice thing to say and your little love pat on my rear was really not appropriate,” I scolded him.

“Hey girl get a life.  You’ve got a cute butt.   I know that guys have done more than just tap you on the ass.  Don’t come on to me like a nun,” he said.  

Before I could say anything he blurted out, “how many lucky guys have had your pussy?”

“Devin, for God’s sake, I can’t believe you and it is none of your business,” I retorted.

“OK Mother Teresa, please forgive me,” he smart ass replied.

When we got home Devin did some homework and then played some video game on the television.   I read a few pages in a book and then started texting some friends.   Before I realized  it the clock said 10:15.

“Devin you had better get to bed, you have to get up for school in the morning and so do I.  I am going to go take a shower and get ready for bed,”

Devin replied, “ Yeah, yeah, I never hit the rack before 11:30.  I am going to get on the computer and check my email, Facebook and stuff.”

I proceeded to the guest room.  It was really nice, kind of like a mini suite.  There was a little sitting area with a TV and a private bath.  I closed the door, took my clothes off , grabbed my nighty and headed for the shower.   Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I said to, “Yeah girl you do have a nice ass and the tits aren’t too bad either.”

The warm shower sure felt good and I was in no hurry to get out, but just then the door opened and I could see Devin through the steamy glass shower door.

“Devin get the hell out of here,” I screamed and tried to modestly cover my breasts and pussy.

“Chill out chick.  I was on the computer and guess what porn site was still on?  Plus you left this nifty pink vibrator out.  

Oh my God, I had forgotten all about that.

“Have you got a thing for cocks? Maybe you would like to see a high school cock or try the real thing instead of a vibe”

“Devin you had better cool your jets.  I am sorry that I was not more careful.”

Before I could say much more I saw him drop his shorts to the floor and peel off his shirt. He opened the shower door and stepped in.  Oh my, I could not believe my eyes.  If I thought he looked good before this was heaven.  His cock was standing at attention. It looked so tempting.  It didn’t appear to be much bigger than average, but his red pubic hair certainly accented his manly anatomy.

“Hey Miss Jenny, how do I compare to the guys on the porn site?  Do like it?  How about soaping it up for me”

“Devin stop,” I exclaimed.  “Yes you do look damn great, but this has to stop.  Get out and leave me some privacy.”

“Come on Jen, lets have a little fun.  I need to get my rocks off and I might even be able to do you some good to. Would you like me to go down on you?

The image of having my pussy eaten by this hunk was almost overcoming, but I thought better and said, “Look I am 21 and you are only 16.  We need to stop this now.”

Reverting to his devilish ways he said, “Look at it this way.  If send mom a text message and say that you are looking at porn on the computer, she would probably come home.  She would be so pissed and you wouldn’t get paid.”

The little brat was blackmailing me.  I don’t know if he would have followed through, but just the thought of it was enough to send a chill down my spine. At the same time in my mind I was thinking blackmail would be justification for anything I did.

“You little shit.  You are the same coning and manipulative devil you were nine years ago,” I said with a chuckle.

“Maybe, but back then I wasn’t horny.  Now let me lather you up with the soap,” he said with a boyish grin.


I resolved myself to the fact that it would be more pleasurable if I were not fighting it.  Within moments of him rubbing my tits and pussy all apprehension vanished. My nipples were erect and although my vagina was wet from the shower I am sure I was producing moisture of my own.

I grabbed his stiff cock.  Oh my God, did it ever feel good.  As I gently stroked him he kissed me and ran his tongue im my mouth.  The passion was building and at this point.  As the warm water cleansed our bodies, he continued to kiss me and with one hand he slid his finger in and out of my vagina.   

The pleasurable excitement was too intense and with in moments I bust with spasms of orgasm. Knowing that he had got me off, he broke the lip lock and said. “Hey Jen, did that feel good?”

“More than good.  That was great,” I gleefully replied.

“Let’s get out, dry off and get more comfortable,” he said with a smile.

We dried each other off and without warning he picked me up and carried me to the bed.  This was like something you would read in a romance novel.  I could not believe it was happening.  None of the guys much older than him had ever treated me with such romanticism.   

The casual love affair continued as he laid me down on the fresh white sheets.  The moment was only broken when he said, “Hey Jen should I go get a condom or are you one the pill?”

With that question I immediately knew what my Prince Charming’s intentions were. The thought of which got me aroused.

“I take the pill, but condoms turn me on if you want to use one,” I winked and replied.

Devin then turned the lights out and the room was only illuminated by the glow of the street light out side the window.  He then lowered his athletic body on to mine. The feel of his naked flesh against mine only further contributed to my arousal.  His lips nibbles on my neck and then proceeded to my breasts. My nipples became erect and I could feel his stiff penis touching my pelvis.

I moaned and the foreplay continued.  I was impressed by Devin’s level of experience.  Most of the guys I had been in bed were certainly not as talented.  It did not appear he was in any rush to penetrate me.

Slowly he slid down my body gently kissing and caressing me.  He licked my belly button and proceeded to my pussy.  I spread my legs to give him better access to my freshly shaved mound.  His tongue was like a vibrator to my clitoris.

“Oh my God, Devin.  That feels awesome. You are going to send me over the top,” I moaned with pleasure.

He paused for a second and said, “Do you like that?  I’ll make you feel even better.”

Devin then put is finger in my wet vagina and finger fucked me while he continued to lick and kiss my pussy.

Within only a few seconds I was wild with stimulation and knew I was about to climax.   “Oh “Devin, you are driving me crazy and I am about to cum.” I said almost breathlessly.

“Let it go baby, let it go,” he exclaimed.

My pelvis was in contortions that sensational feeling of an orgasm began.  I tingled all over.

“Yow, oh, oh, oh, Oh my God,” I cried out.

He continued to finger my pussy as I regained my breath.  I knew it was now time to return the favor.  I reached for his stiff cock and grasp it with my hand.  He raised up on his knees and I turned in anticipation of sucking his absolutely adorable 6" cock.  Even though there was darkness the glow of his red pubic hair was like a beacon in the night.  

I was craving his penis and wanted it in my mouth.  Obviously he had other intentions.

“Aw come on baby.  Let me put it in you.  I’ll let you give me a blow job another time. Give me your pussy now.”

By his action I could tell he wanted to mount me doggie style.  I turned and assumed the position.
He first felt my pussy with his hand and spread my lips.  Then very gently he eased his stiff cock into my awaiting vagina.

Maybe it was just the excitement of having a teen age cock in me, but this was the best sex I had ever had.  With every thrust of his penis the exhilaration grew.  It felt so good, I wished I’d met this kid before.  With one hand I reached between my legs touching his balls.  His reaction was positive as I then put several fingers around his cock so I could feel it pumping in and out of me.

“Oh Jen, I am about to blow my load,” he excitedly said.

Just hearing him say that gave me a sensation and I knew I was about to get off again.

“Aw baby, here it comes,” he said in a tone of exhilaration.

I could feel the throbbing spasms of his cock as he pumped his creamy cum in me. At that very moment my pussy tingled once again and I went into another gigantic orgasm.  

“Damn Devin you know how to make a girl feel good.” I said.

He replied. “ Your pussy made my cock feed good too.

Devin continued to fuck me for another couple of minutes until the pleasure subsided.    I would have never dreamt of having sex with a younger guy, let along one that I was getting paid to take care of. His young cock inside my pussy was a thrilling.  Rather than feel shame or embarrassment, to the contrary I was embellishing the naughty little tryst.  

“Hey Jen, I told you we would get along OK and we did.  Remember you still owe me a blow job,” he said as he departed for his room.

“You’re on,” I replied, “but you have to take care of me too.”

The remainder of my stay was filled with many more orgasms.  I think we fucked in every position imaginable.   When Mrs. Dooley paid me I don’t think she realized the bonus I received.

mplete lack of surprise, the man got on his feet and he headed for the door. He opened it and, with great satisfaction, he discovered two young girls. Their beautiful, peaceful voices almost rose to the heavens as they started singing together: “Silent night, holy night ...” Mr. Gunter just stayed there for a moment, listening to the two teenage age voice, with his eyes wrapped in joyful tears, on the verge of crying. He then invited them inside and waited for them to finish caroling. Fresh winter coldness seemed to flow out of the girl’s skin and hair. After they finished, Mr. Gunter, with great contentment, brought all kinds of sweets and treats for the girls, who were already giggling at their site. The girls thanked him and wished him a merry Christmas. He asked their names. They both innocently answered as the man insatiably stared at them. The one called Jenna had straight, shiny blonde hair, bunched to the back of her head with an amber barrette. Her large eyes were watery blue. Underneath her zipped down jacket she wore a grey sweater that gave away her large loose breasts, bouncing in a bra. Her body was voluptuous, generously curved allover. Jenna had tight, black jeans that fitted her perfectly and low-heels shoes. Her friend, Tiffany, was another kind of cutie. She had long, curly, black hair, falling over her shoulders. She wore a white fur cap, shining still with snow. Tiffany’s body was slimmer, more hour-glass-shaped, proof that she was usually working out. Her tits, resembling two adorable apples, weren’t as big as Jenna’s, but they stood up perkily. Her eyes were blacker than the night, yet they sparkled like a thousand stars. She had a red jacket, a sweater, blue jeans and white sneakers. Mr. Gunter told Jenna and Tiffany that he had no one to share his Christmas gifts with and he asked them to stay for just another moment, for just another Christmas carol. The girls agreed and they thankfully followed the man in his warm living room. They resumed their heavenly signing in front of the Christmas tree, while the man brought two glasses of red wine for them. Jenna and Tiffany drank up the wine and suddenly they felt a rush of heat racing in their bodies. They thanked Mr. Gunter for welcoming them and for being so nice to them. He replied that it was no trouble at all and that the pleasure was entirely on his behalf... Or, at least, it was going to be... The chubby blonde and the slender brunette began feeling more and more light-headed. They politely asked Mr. Gunter if they could sit down for a second, while their dizziness wore off. The host agreed and directed them to a big black leather couch. Most obviously, the effect the girls were experiencing was not caused by the wine as much as it was caused by the methamphetamines with which it was mixed. Jenna and Tiffany drifted in a state of drowsiness, although they didn’t actually fall asleep. They were disoriented, unable to think straight; they did nothing but sit there, beautiful and vulnerable, inaudibly giggling as the state of excitement took over them. The host sat between the girls and but his arms around the two of them – they seemed so delicate and so small compared to the strong, tall figure of Mr. Gunter. He started kissing their cheeks and their lips. Jenna and Tiffany didn’t seem to mind and they didn’t seem to realize. However, an expression of pleasure shone from their angelic faces. The man began touching their breasts through their clothing and seriously kissing them on their soft mouths. Both teenagers responded to the kissing, mostly out of reflex. They wrapped their kittenish tongues around the man’s. He was kissing them one at the time. Then he told Jenna to undress. At first, she didn’t understand, but eventually she dispensed of all her clothing. Afterwards she was ordered to get on her knees; the host freed his huge cock from his pants and guided the blonde to give him a blowjob, pulling her now undid hair and pushing her head. Meanwhile, he continued kissing Tiffany as he was greedily grasping on her naked breasts. As she deep-throated, taking all the man’s shaft in her mouth, Jenna started gagging. Consequently, Mr. Gunter seized her hair and thus made her stop and stand on the couch. He got up, in order to take Tiffany’s clothes off completely. The girls started kissing and playing with each other as the drug aroused them and made them crave for touch and physical affection. The man got his cock in-between Jenna’s huge breasts, pressed them against each other, and he started pumping his shaft. The pleasure of perversion was one of the few Mr. Gunter had in life. The girl seemed to enjoy the sensation of this twisted game, as she moaned constantly and didn’t stop making out with her friend, who was now fingering and fondling herself. When the man got bored of rubbing his cock against Jenna’s delicious tits, he once again grabbed her by the hair and had her eating Tiffany’s cunt. He placed himself behind the blonde and he immediately started pounding away in her pussy. Unfortunately for Mr. Gunter, the girl was not a virgin – actually she was quite wide. He never slowed down – he just went faster and faster. The big-boobed teen would have screamed, but she had her face buried in her friend’s shaved pussy. The host took a hold of Jenna’s throbbing breasts, fondling her erect nipples – this, combined with the sensation of being entirely filled by Mr. Gunter’s member pushed the blonde cutie over the edge and made her orgasm. Her pussy clenched on the man’s cock. He didn’t stop fucking Jenna, but he knew he was going to cum soon. He withdrew from the teen’s vagina, he jerked his cock against her pussy lips a few times then he forced the blonde in Tiffany’s arms. Mr. Gunter began ejaculating, covering both girls in semen; he shot his load on Tiffany’s tits and stomach and on Jenna’s face, mouth and hair. Of course, the girls were still too sedated to realize what had just happened to them. They embraced each other closely, and they seemed to fall asleep, drenched in white goo. Mr. Gunter sat on a chair in front of the girls and he watched them with great satisfaction. He was proud of them, he was proud of his work... He loved Christmas – but this Christmas was far from over. After about 15 minutes, Mr. Gunter went over to the girls. His attention was now focused on Tiffany, the beautiful brunette. She reminded of someone very dear to him – he dared not think of her name. This was why he had plans, big plans for Tiffany. He started by stroking her pussy, until she let out a silent moan. He them kissed her with great lust as he jammed his finger in her pussy. To his great surprise, her hymen resisted the assault. The host got a towel and wiped the semen off the brunette’s frail body. He pulled her near him, letting Jenna hugging herself on the other side of the couch. The host got on his knees and he tasted Tiffany’s innocent pussy. Its scent and its exquisite flavor were maddening. Mr. Gunter wanted this to be something different, to be something special. He kept on wrapping his tongue around her clit, while he went deeper and deeper with his blunt, thick finger. However, he didn’t want to take the girl’s cherry in such a way – he was only preparing her. Her pussy was already dripping wet with its own juices and with Mr. Gunter’s spit. He got his second finger in the teen’s love hole. She sighed louder and louder and she began unconsciously playing with her breasts. Mr. Gunter wouldn’t stop until his guest had an orgasm. And so she did – she started shrieking and her body shook in overflowing excitement. The sweet juices out of her pussy flooded the man’s mouth, to his obscene delight. Tiffany was all sweaty and this made her even sexier, in a defenseless kind of way. Her curly dark hair was sticking to her skin, in an exciting trashy manner. But the man still didn’t want to stop and he kept on licking Tiffany’s pussy. In less than a minute she climaxed again... and again. Finally, Mr. Gunter was satisfied with the pleasure he induced in the young body. He got up and kissed Tiffany, giving her the chance to taste her own fluids. It was time ... The man placed his shaft over the girl’s awash pussy, which was almost asking for something to take away its emptiness. The dick was slowly sinking between the teen’s legs, until it reached the barrier of virginity. Gunter had to push somewhat harder in order to go further and as he did, Tiffany let out a short scream on pain that soon melted into endless pleasure. Although she was barely conscious, the cute brunette was repeatedly rippled by waves of pleasure and ecstasy. The pleasure Gunter was feeling was beyond sex – it was that unique sensation of taking something that can only be given once – innocence. The host started moving in and out faster, enjoying both the girl’s tightness and her moans of delight, physical fulfillment. It wasn’t long until Tiffany had another orgasm – a different kind, originating from deep inside. Mr. Gunter didn’t want to cum inside of her vagina, so he pulled back. He left the room and soon he was back with some lubricant. He spread Tiffany’s legs apart and he massaged her anus with the greasy substance. Her nipples got even harder, as the tickle made her quiver. The man managed to get one of his fingers inside the girl’s butt-hole. He slid it in and out, and then he twisted it. Finally, after he jammed his second finger, Mr. Gunter set the azimuth of his cock, he oiled it, and he started pushing in the girl’s ass. At first, he was unable to penetrate the clenched orifice, but his hard cock dug its way inside. The girl breathed quickly and intensely, until the rush of pleasure took her over. The man started going faster and deeper, grabbing Tiffany’s breasts. She soon had another mind-blowing orgasm and her ass clasped around Gunter’s already throbbing cock, almost engorging it. He tried pulling out in time, but he fiercely shot his enormous load up the girl’s bowels. She cried out as the member pulsated in her butt, widening her to the max. The man withdrew slowly, as his dick softened. The cum started trickling from Tiffany’s ass-crack; this turned on Mr. Gunter and he made Jenna get on her knees and lick his sperm from between the brunette’s butt-cheeks. Mr. Gunter got the girls cleaned up and dressed and he let them rest on the couch, until they could regain awareness. He sat on his armchair and watched them silently and innocently slipping into the dream world. They slept for almost two hours. When they woke up, they didn’t remember much – only that they drank the wine and that they had a nap on the couch. Mr. Gunter thanked them for making him feel the Christmas spirit. The girls left. They both felt some strange things (a sore between their legs, a weird taste in their mouths), but neither of them said anything about it – maybe they didn’t think it was important, maybe they just felt too embarrassed. They went to a couple of more houses, them they returned to their homes, happy with the Christmas evening they had.

  Time after time, Jerry would try to beat me in every contest- including girl friends.

When I was  in my senior year at college, I bumped into this beautiful, blonde - haired girl.  We were in the line at the local cafe, and I turned to my left and knocked the tray out of her hands.  Food went everywhere.  I apologized profusely, as I helped her clean the wet floor up.  When I looked into her eyes, it occurred to me that this was one of the most lovely females that I had ever gazed upon.  She had hair down to  her slim waist and she probably weighed no more that 100 pounds, and boy did she have a big set of boobs.  I was mesmerized by her beauty and I could not stop looking at her.

Finally I came to my senses and stopped starring at her.  Finally, I was able to open my mouth and speak to her.

"I'm so sorry.  I'm just a klutz.  Let me make this up to you by taking you somewhere to get a real meal.  And it's on me."

Faye (her name) smiled at me and said, "I don't know you.  You could be the campus rapist for all I know."

"I promise you that I am harmless.  Now, do I look like some pervert?"

"I guess not," Faye responded.

To make a long story short, we began dating a couple times a week.  After the third or fourth date, Jerry  happened to see Faye and me together,  Of course, he had to walk over and ask who this knockout was.

"Well, Marty ole pal, who is this goddess that is with you?  Aren't you going to introduce her to me?"

I was hoping that we could avoid him, but I guess that was a stupid hope on my part.

"Faye, this is Jerry, and Jerry this is Faye."

"Well, good buddy; you've been holding out on me.  I didn't know that you were dating the most beautiful girl on campus." Jerry stated.

I wanted to get away from this asshole, so I grabbed Faye by the hand and said, "We have to run; we'll catch you later."

As we rushed along, Faye turned to me and said, "You don't seem to care for him too much."

I responded, "If you only knew."

Faye and I continued to date for the next several months, and we were getting serious about our relationship.  However, there was one thing that bothered me.  Many times, I would walk up to where I was to meet Faye, and Jerry would be standing there, with both of them laughing and acting like friends.

I would ask her, "What did Jerry want?"

And Faye would respond by saying that he was just walking her back from class.  It got to where that I saw Faye, Jerry would be nearby.  This was beginning to piss me off, but Faye told me that I was making something out of nothing.

We all graduated and found jobs.  Faye and I got married and moved to the coast.  And here came Jerry moving within 2 blocks of where we lived.  Faye was happy.  To her, Jerry was like an old friend.  Me- I was pissed.  I couldn't get away from this guy.

My work schedule had me working from 2-11 at night, and  Faye  had decided that working in a public job was not for her- so she began staying at home and being the little housewife. As time went by, Jerry began staying at our house more and more frequently- much to my sorrow.  When I mentioned to Faye that I didn't like the idea of Jerry spending so much time at our house, she responded that he was a good friend to her and that he was someone that she could talk to.

One day, I went in to work at 2:00 PM (as usual), but I became very sick.  I was throwing up and my skin hurt to touch it.  So, I went home early. 

When I got home, I put my key into the slot and turned it.  As I walked in, I heard voices coming from upstairs.  I inched closer to the bottom of the stairs and strained my ears to hear what was going on.  I tip-toed up the carpeted stairs, step by step-  little by little.  When I got to the landing at the top of the stairs, the noises got louder.  I slowly leaned around so that I could peep into our bedroom (from where the noises were coming from.)  As I peeped in, the scene before me almost gave me a heart attack.  There was my beautiful wife underneathe my hated friend Jerry, being fucked by Jerry's 10 inch dick.

With every stroke into her, Faye was screaming, "FUCK ME, you bastard.  Fuck the shit out of me.  Slam me harder."

Faye had her slim legs wrapped around Jerry's shoulders and she was lifting her body to meet Jerry's lunges, which produced a smacking sound.  Faye was telling Jerry how much she loved his big cock, and how much she wanted it to stay inside her forever.

I was stunned.  I had no idea that my wife was being unfaithful to me.  As I stood there with my eyes glazing over, Faye happened to look over at me and said, "Martin, I'm sorry that you had to find out like this, but she was going to file for divorce tomorrow and move in with Jerry.

Not only was my wife cheating on me, she was now moving out of our house.  I had just lost the one thing in the world that I loved.  I turned around and walked out of my house and just kept walking- not knowing where to go or what to do.

Within 1 month, I heard the news that Faye was pregnant with Jerry's child.  She was 5 months pregnant- they had been fucking for quite some time.

I finally got my life back together and resumed my work.  I put my entire being into my job and tried to forget about my former wife.  Meanwhile, Jerry and Faye had their love child- a cute little girl that I watched as she grew up.  She became the apple of her parents's eyes and she could do know wrong.

By now, Sarah, (Her name) was 13 years old and was a looker, but most impressive was her breasts and her butt.  Her breasts were very large for a 13 year old and her rounded ass was to die for.  Here I am lusting after a child that is extremely under aged and I need to stop this.

Meanwhile, each time I see Jerry, he throws the fact that he has a beautiful daughter, and I have nothing, into my face.  What a bastard!!

"You couldn't keep your wife satisfied and happy- and you lost her, and now you can't even find a woman that will have you.

Boy my blood was boiling- that sonofabitch.  He has taken everything that I have wanted or have loved.  I should kill him!! 

If I kill him, then I would just go to prison- that's no good- I would just be hurting myself again.  As i was pondering what to do, Sarah ran up to me and gave me a hug' "Hey Uncle Martin," -that's what she called me.

"Go back in the house, Sarah" Jerry yelled at her.  "We don't have time for this loser.

I thought to myself, "You bastard, I'll get you back if it's the last thing I ever do."

For days, I pondered and pondered how to get back at that bastard.  Finally, it hit me. The thing that Jerry loved the most was his daughter, Sarah.  The process began to roll over in my mind.  I was going to get him back in spades.

A few days later, I saw Faye and talked to her for a while, and she apologized for the way Jerry treats me.   I told her that I don't even pay attenion to it anymore.  In fact, f you ever need anyone to babysit , I would be happy to help.  Faye was shocked, and replied, "Really?  How nice of you.".

"No problem," I replied.

About a month later, Jerry had to go on a trip to the west coast and would be gone a week.  The problem was that Faye's mother was sick with the flu and needed Faye to come and stay a while to look after her.  Faye was in a bind; she didn't know who to call.  Then it hit her; she remembered what I had said- I would be glad to watch Sarah.  But she remembered what Jerry had said when she told him, "Hell no!!!"Jerry replied.  He would not allow me to get within a mile of his daughter.  But she was in a bind and further more, Jerry would never know because he would be out of town.  She would have to swear Sarah to secrecy.

The next day, Faye left for her mother's after taking Sarah over to my house.  Jerry had left the day before and so it was just me and Sarah.

I took Sarah to the local steak house for dinner and both ate too much.  Sarah said that she was going to take a shower and change into her night clothes.  I was licking my lips, because if this night worked out, I would have me some virgin pussy.

As I continued to watch tv, Sarah came pitter patting down the sstairs.  When I turned to see her, she had on a pj top and bottom set that appeared to be a little tight.  Sarah set down on the sofa next to me.  Boy, she smelled good and clean.

After sitting there for about 30 minutes, her smell got to me.  "Do boys at your school ever try to put the move on you?" I asked her.

"What do you mean,?"

"I mean try to put their hands on you in private areas."

"Sometimes, but I stop them and tell them that it is gross and yucky."

"Have you ever let a boy kiss you?"

"Don't tell mom or dad, but one time, I did, but it didn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"He rushed it and acted like he didn't know what to do."

"Wht you need is someone that has experience to show you how to kiss."

"Like who?  Surely not mom and dad- and there is no one else that I would trust."

"I don't know", but it would need to be someone that knows what to do," I said.

"How about you, Martin" she asked.

"Perfect!!" I thought.

"Are you sure you want me to show you?  Are you really sure? I asked her.

"Yes, I'm sure. I know that you will be gentle."

Sarah leaned over and closed her eyes.  I pressed my wet lips to hers and slowly inserted my tongue into her open mouth.  As I moved my tongue throughout her mouth, I noticed that she began breathing  heavily.  As we were kissing, I moved my right hand to her back and began rubbing her up and down.  Sarah gently pulled away from me and said, "Wow!! that was great.  Let's do that somemore. "

With that, I tongued her with a little more vigor and  began rubbing the front of her pj top.  I could feel those wonderful tits of hers.  As I rubbed and squeezed her tits, she began moaning and grunting, "Oh that feels so good."

I knew that I wanted her and wanted to fuck her with all my energy.  As we continued kissing, my right hand squeezed her breasts and my left hand went between her legs..  As I rubbed her crotch, I noticed the wetness that was there and her moans were becoming louder.

I began unbuttoning her top and there was no bra- only her beautiful pink breasts.  I put my lips to her tits and began sucking and licking  them.  They were so young, so pert and so full of life.  I began to pull her pj bottoms off, but she balked at this.

"Don't do that- I've never had anyone to do that."  "My dad told me to never let anyone mess with me down there."

"That's because he doesn't want you to know how good it feels.  If you do it once, you will want to do it forever", I said.  "It is the best feeling in the world."

"Are you sure that I will be OK, if we do it."

"I promise you."

"OK. I'm all yours, Sarah pronounced to me."

With that, I pulled her pj bottoms down and lifted her up and took her to my bed.  I laid her on her back and proceeded to tongue her sweet young pussy.  My tongue flashed in and out of her vagina, and she was about to lose her mind.

"Martin, please fuck me- I want it to feel like I'm in heaven."

"There is one thing, when I first put my penis in, it will hurt, but right after that, it will feel like you are in heaven."

I then got on top of her and slowly inserted my cock- inch by inch."

"OH that hurts, please take it out."

"Just wait dear, just wait,"

"OWWWWWW!!!

"Then, I could tell that the pain had turned to pleasure."

"OHH YEAH!!  God that does feel soo good!!  OH Yeah- don't stop, just keep on putting it in and out.  FUCK ME!!!"

As I began pounding the meat to her cunt, I knew that I had her- she was mine.  I then flipped us over- where she was now on top of me with her ass writhing up and down on my hard cock.  Suddenly, I felt my cock ready to shoot off. And at the same time, Sarah began yelling. "FFFFUUUUCCCKK  MMMEEEEE.  She was yelling at the top of her lungs!!

"You are right- it is the best feeling in the world.  and can we do this all week, now that both my parents are gone-"

"Anything you want, dear."

Nine months later, Sarah gave birth to a bouncing baby boy and Jerry knows that I am the father.  Everytime he looks at that child he will know that I will always be a bad memory to him.

FINALLY Gotcha, ass hole!

r long dark hair cascading down to her backside almost, willing me to hand her the day's mail that she would then scamper inside with excitedly.

I saw less of her once she started school, but on occasions I would still see her strolling home in the summer months, skipping along the sidewalk and letting her hands run along the tops of hedgerows and picket fences, leaving in her wake, the very essence of seemingly incorruptible childhood innocence.

I was careful to never let her see me, but I would make a point of being on hand around the time school was out, just so I could watch her for a few moments. She captured my heart....my very passion, if the truth be known.

Developmentally she was ahead of the pack, no doubt about that. Whether or not this contributed to her downfall though, I have no idea - nor is it really my place to speculate. All I know is, that first day I saw her stop-off at Dave Watkins' place some years later, watching from across the intersection as he took her inside, before closing the porch door with what I felt was undue haste, my heart sank. I think it deflated actually!

Desperately wanting to believe there might be some rational explanation for her house-call, my hopes were dashed however when the visits became a regular occurrence. I could not fail to notice that she was beginning to wag school on occasion now and the day I watched her winging her way towards his front gate, that frilly little white dress blowing wildly in the breezy conditions, long hair streaming off her shoulders as it glinted attractively in the morning sun, fully highlighting the fact she really was no longer a little girl as such, I just stood there gutted!

Worse was to transpire. I saw her going to Dave Watkins' house when I knew his two moronic buddies Greg Thomas and Steve Harrison were inside with him. That day, little Patti was inside for hours and I guessed what sordid and indecent secrets she was learning about.

In the coming months she would have beaten a well-worn track to Dave's front door and for the life of me I could not tell you with any conviction that she even once appeared reluctant to participate in what can only have been gratuitous sexual debasement, knowing Dave Watkins as many of us reluctantly did. Many were the occasions Steve, Greg and various other dickhead associates of Dave were on hand to take up the slack, as it were.

The day came of course when I simply had to see for myself.

From my vantage point across the intersection, I watched as Patti flounced up to Dave's front door, all frills and girlish mannerisms. I knew others were inside waiting. Figuring they would be ushering her into the lounge-room first, I hightailed it to the property's western boundary where I knew I would be able to see and overhear at least some of what might be happening courtesy of a half-open window there that Dave hardly ever closed, what with the dense shrubbery growing wild and unchecked along the border of his neighbor's cottage.

Imposing their botanical will on the structure itself, shade trees would afford me camouflage and darkened protection from the likelihood of discovery. In any event, I wasn't concerned for my own welfare - I could handle myself if it came to it. I just had to know.

In hindsight, I think the worst aspect of what I saw that morning was the young girl's "willingness." A willingness to be debased, to be humiliated, to be "used" in every sense of the word.

No sooner had I taken up my place of concealment than I could see little Patti quite without duress, undressing right there on the carpet in front of them all. The sight of her smiling, hips wriggling provocatively, in just her skimpy little bra and panties was as distressing as it was arousing.

"That's it, little slut," Dave was saying, "Now get those hot little tits out for us baby-doll. Good girl - now pull your knickers down, yeah, real slow...that's right. Now turn around, show us all your little cunny. Real nice!.....OK now bend over for us sweetheart....."

Steve I think it was, who then got down on his knees in front of her and began fingering her pussy it looked like. I saw Patti giggle and seemingly grind her hips against his face. A thirteen-tear old for God's sake! Then as she stood there completely naked, hands submissively above her head, I watched as the men - there were four others besides Dave, began molesting her - pulling her nipples, kissing her developing breasts and lips, smoothing their hands all over her still child-like bottom, defiling whatever innocence still remained and splintering my sanity in the process.

"Let's fuck the little cunt Dave," growled one of the other men - no-one I recognised. Although moving right to the periphery of my line of vision, I could still just make out Dave pinioning the girl's arms behind her back as two others held her legs apart, even as she was just standing on the carpet. Holding his engorged weapon like a lance, the man simply shoved it up her as she stood there - I heard her gasp, not in pain or fear sadly, but in what was obviously unbridled pleasure.

At the point I heard Patti crying out subsequently, as the man pumped her like a piece of horse-meat, "Ohhh, keep fucking me sir...harder, pleease," I knew that whatever had gone from her life, would never be coming back. No sooner had the man shot his load up inside that radically underage slit, than Steve muttered something I could not quite hear. In response though, the three of them lifted her body waist high, her legs spread like Nadia Comeneci on the parallel bars and she let herself be taken - fully airborne.

The language the young girl was being subjected to throughout her ordeal would have had most social workers blushing with embarrassment. If anything though. it was exciting her, catalysing an even deeper complicity with everything that they were doing to her.

Eventually they dragged her away to some upstairs room but not before I had seen her sucking their cocks by rotation, posing for them in every lewd stance you can imagine, being fucked on her hands and knees while they abused her, spanked her - even as they masturbated the length and breadth of that sweet little body.

I recall the exact moment something in my head shunted itself way out of alignment! It was 12.33 p.m.

Patti must have been fifteen and in ninth-grade I imagine, when her family moved out of the immediate area. For more than two years the residents and guests of that house on the corner of Fremont Street had been fucking the young girl's lights out. I know - because I had watched. I made a resolution now to find her. After all, in a city of just 1.9 million people, how hard could that be? and, I had a plan - ya gotta always have a plan!

"What bitter irony?" I thought to myself. There being two schools within walking distance of Dave Watkins' house of infamy, I doubt it would have taken him long to find a willing home-town replacement.

As it transpired, finding out where the family had moved to wasn't even a challenge. They had left an on-forwarding address with the Post Office.

Just seven miles south west of Portland, Beaverton, although called a city, was really not much more than a large town back then, with barely fifty-five thousand people living there - it's grown a fair bit in the last thirty years. Patti's family had moved to a house in a newish area just off West Baseline Road.

Citing "stress" over a fully mythical family bereavement, I pulled down a couple of weeks leave - like I said, I had plans!

Spent the first week observing Patti's route to and from the Juventus College for Girls she now attended. Where and just how far she walked to the school bus (when she got it) what route she took coming home. It was all I could do not to let her see me, so much did I want to go hug her and tell her that never again would she have to submit to the whims of predatorial trash that passed themselves off as human beings.

Not a month later, having successfully negotiated a transfer with the mail office, I put down a sizeable deposit on a small two bedroom home, but a couple of blocks from the High School - right on a corner too.

Nights, I worked on that master bedroom until the early hours, fashioning a cocoon that my chrysalis would never want to leave.

That first day, as I watched the familiar figure coming down Summerfield Road my heart was in my mouth. Despite her recent history, she looked as sweet and innocent as ever she had. A little curvier perhaps - but that's to be expected with the onset of teenage bodily dynamics. I lit out for my mailbox.

"Patti?" I said, with hopefully the right mix of warmth and incredulity. She was right at my gate.

She looked at me, puzzled for a second.

"Jim," I said, "Your mailman back in Portland?....."

"Oh my God," she spluttered, "Oh I can't believe it - what are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," I lied, "Actually I was handed a transfer to Beaverton just recently, which worked out pretty good for me as I already lived here." I gestured towards the house behind me.

"Wow," she said, "I never expected to see you again.......Jim," she added, rather endearingly.

"Well hey Patti, where do you live these days, how come you left Portland?" I opened the front gate for her. "Come inside for a few minutes and I'll get you a drink."

I have the penultimate 'safe' and 'honest' face - she didn't even think twice about it.

I poured her a glass of lemonade and pushed a plate of fresh cookies her way as she told me about having to move, on account of her father's work commitments and where it was they now resided in Beaverton. As she talked, I just sat on that stool across from her at the workbench, remembering.....

"Well I suppose I'd best be getting home," she said, putting the empty glass down, although I could detect little or no urgency in her voice. Giving her a quick hug, I told her she was more than welcome to drop by at any time and let me know how things were going, either at home or at school. The smile she tossed me as she turned to close the front gate, was sufficient to keep my peristaltic rate up in the high nineties all night!

I worked extra hard on the bedroom that evening.

Patti didn't call in for a couple of days but that Friday, I found reason to be out the front of my place fixing up the garden around the time school would be out. This time, she saw me!

"Hi Jim," she called out in that half-giggly teenage voice that adolescent girls perfect so well. I almost snipped off my index-finger in pleasure!

"Ohh, sorry Patti, I was miles away," I gushed, "Come inside girl."

Just turned thirty, I certainly didn't look it. When Patty was around, I sure as hell didn't feel it either. Sometimes you just know things are happening, you don't need to go ticking off a thirty point check-list.

It all started innocuously enough. I poured the lemonade - she talked, I told the jokes - she laughed. Not sure exactly when it was that someone suddenly called "Lights, action," but I know we were crossing the kitchen at that particular moment and her arm caught mine. I turned, saw this beautiful and desirable set of teenage lips in passing, and next thing I knew I was kissing them. Looking back now, I suppose it is not beyond the bounds of possibility that her body was suffering withdrawal symptoms, following its previous two-year engagement.

Right then though, I had other things on my mind - getting that school-dress up around her waist for starters. Lifting her, and she was just so light I recall, I propped her up on the workbench, scattering utensils and God knows what else all over the place. Closing my hand around her right breast, I just squeezed that wonderfully soft mound - she still wasn't that big if the truth be known. But oh, how sexy was she? As I moved my attentions to the other breast I heard her beginning to moan her encouragement for me to become yet more daring.

With my left hand I was beginning to push her dress up and just as her hot little white panties became visible, she lay herself back on the bench, scattering yet more debris. I literally tore the buttons of her school blouse in my feverish need to explore those beautiful young breasts. Even as her flimsy little bra was exposed, she ripped the underwire upwards herself, freeing her nipples that last I had seen being sucked insensible by none other than Steve Harrison himself. Well fuck him!

Whether I spread her legs or she did it herself, I really don't remember but in the condition we both were, there was no time for social niceties here. I had my erection out in milliseconds whilst Patti obligingly held her panties so far to one side, they ripped across the top elastic. As I sank into the depths, she let out a cry of girlish pleasure that spurred me on to what, up until that moment, was the most intense few moments of love-making I had ever known.

Pulling her hips to the very edge of the workbench, I held her beneath each knee and spread her thighs to their physical limit, before penetrating her so hard and so deep that she could but whimper softly as her body was welded to mine in a union that produced enough donated semen I imagine, to have impregnated two hundred vestal virgins.

Such energy was expended by both of us in that wonderfully unplanned moment that Patti was just lying there afterwards smiling at me, tiny locks of her dark hair so wet with exertion, they clung to her forehead in little feathery bangs. Beads of sweat lined my brow and in terms of respiratory distress - we could each have used the services of a skilled paramedic.

It was kissing she needed more than anything right then, so pulling her gently to an upright position I found her lips and just held her.

So much more I wanted to do...but this wasn't the time. I knew it, she knew it. I was right about one thing though - that was one hell of a satisfied smile on her pretty little face when she left for home some twenty minutes later. I knew she'd be back Monday. It would give me time to finish my little project.

Sure enough, three days later, come 3.45 p.m. that familiar little giggle announced a caller that I was most definitely awaiting.

I had set-off down the 'honorable gentleman' path and was meekly apologising for my animalistic tendencies the following Friday when Patti dropped her schoolbag on the floor, waltzed over to me and slipping her arms round my neck nuzzled my face.

"Hmmmm so you don't ever want to do that again to me Jim....right?" she teased.

"Well, no....I mean yes....Oh God damn it, you know what I mean Patti," I replied, fully out of my depth.

"Mom's gonna be late home this afternoon," she drawled, then looking up at me like an acutely well-groomed Cheetah, purred "Just thought you might be interested." Oh, I was!

The lounge was way more comfortable.

Having kissed her stupid, I maouevered her onto my lap and slipped a hand down her top where those hot little breasts lay in waiting. "I love that," she murmured dreamily as I passed my hand inside both cups, manipulating her nipples gently and just generally misbehaving.

"You'll probably like this too then," I suggested, slipping my free hand up her school-dress and just lightly brushing the front of her panties that even now I noticed were a little on the damp side.

"Uh huh," she muttered parting her legs to give me even better access. I began to rub her pussy its full length. I could hardly control myself.

"Would you like me to undress for you?" she asked rather thoughtfully. Immediately the image of a thirteen-year old girl stripping in front of five adult men, came to mind. I didn't want to be reminded of it.

"No honey," I replied somewhat curtly, then sensing her surprise at my reaction, covered it by saying,

"Can't have you stealing my fun, can I?" She giggled.

Unzipping her dress, I had her down to her bra and panties in moments. Then, once topless, she just sat there arching her back sexily while I suckled those superbly erect nipples, my other hand well down inside her panties keeping the home fires burning.

Wriggling uncontrollably now, she just whispered softly "Fuck me Jim, pleeease." How I had lasted this long even beats me.

Figuring to give her a taste of the rough-house, I virtually pushed her on to her back on the carpet. Then tugging her panties down with something less than finesse, I pretty much raped her...which was the treatment I'd say she was looking for. A leopard can't change its spots!

Perhaps not an ejaculatory high that would qualify for the Guinness Book of Records (that landmark was undoubtedly reached the previous Friday) but nevertheless I doubt her pussy had room left for much more than a few air-bubbles. Then it was my turn to stare, as she sat up, turned around, and then getting up on all fours simply turned her head towards me questioningly as she wiggled her butt in my face.

I could have fucked her straight off, but I didn't - instead I gave her a hard spank and followed this up with another on the other cheek. Hot damn, it felt sexy. Wasn't too hard on the visuals either.

"What was that for?" she yelped, reaching back and rubbing her hot little tushy.

"No reason," I teased, "You just have a real sexy little bottom Patti and I was wondering how much you can take."

"Try me," she dared.

Ok, now readers with an emotional disposition might be better skipping the next few paragraphs, It gets painful!

I began to spank her in earnest. Put it this way, red turns to crimson in a remarkably short time. That it was turning me on would be a classic understatement, that it was doing much the same for her was equally obvious, given her provocative wriggling, itself followed by some digital self-exploration up between her legs I noticed.

Stopping for a moment, mainly to give my own hand a rest, I was stunned when she turned her head and I could see her tear-tracked cheeks.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, rubbing herself now quite freely "I can take it,"

"But Patti," I started to say, alarmed at what pain I must be causing her.....

"Keep doing it...hard," she begged, urgency creeping into her voice.

So thoroughly did I spank her then, she was crying out in what might have been agony but what was probably real-time ecstasy. I was losing control and the spanks were landing in an arc anywhere between her lower back and upper thighs. Sinking fast in a frenzied mire of sado-masochistic power - her pain was becoming my pleasure. I began to palm areas of her bottom that had not yet received their due punishment. It was her literal scream of orgasmic bliss that finally stayed my hand.

I have never seen a girl's bottom so red and marked. It must have been killing her. She slipped her torn panties on gingerly and just knelt there. I asked her if she would like a cushion to sit on, but she settled for a glass of lemonade. I poured myself one too. I noticed my hands were beginning to shake fractionally. Guilt? I wondered or delayed excitement? I found it hard to sustain eye contact with her.

Thinking to ease her pain, I retrieved a clean face-washer from the bathroom and soaking it in cool water brought it back to the lounge-room where I had her lay face down on the sofa. Slipping her panties down once more - an action that unavoidably renewed my erection, I started to gently pat her worst affected areas with the cloth.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," she said. I was thinking the same thing. It wasn't long before I was patting selected regions of her curve-infested body that were far distant from the damage-zone. Refreshing the face-washer, I returned this time with a couple of pieces of ice. Easing Patti on to her back, I began to slide the small cube along the underside of her right breast. She gave a little cry of shock. But lay there, hands above her head submissively allowing me free rein.

As I slowly iced her nipple she began to wriggle, seemingly oblivious to any pain on her underside. It was making me so damn hot, watching those teenage mounds becoming so aroused. I applied my exquisite torture to the other nipple, allowing then the ice to slide down the side of her breast, across her cleavage and up the other side. She was actually thrusting her chest upwards in pleasure, her eyes closed.

Between icings, I began to suckle her gently, alternating the hot with the cold.

Inevitably she began to masturbate, her moans knowing no limit.

I was developing a taste for this. Whilst my left hand continued to apply its super-chilled magic to the peaks and valleys of her upper chest, with my right , I eased those teasing fingers away from her pussy and setting down the other ice-cube at the very top of her labia, began to trace the outline of her lips very gradually, allowing the ice to slip marginally inside with each completed lap. I had her crazy in minutes.

Opening her eyes in ecstasy, her expression said it all. No interpreter needed.

My erection primed, I just pushed one leg over the back of the sofa which offered up an angle of entry a blind man could have negotiated. She was an animal, no more no less. That's OK - I was a Neanderthal on heat, so it worked well. Even at the point of interactive orgasms, we couldn't stop, and I was just thrusting in to her wildly until we were both expended. Withdrawing, a literal flood of semen and naughty-girl stuff flooded out of her. Lucky I keep a supply of upholstery-cleaner on hand.

But for the fact my DNA factory was fresh out of stock I would probably have taken her upstairs there and then but I wanted to undertake that mission on her next visit, when both of us would be fresh and hot for more experimentation. Besides, holding and kissing her wasn't exactly a hardship and she did afford me the luxury of having a shower with her before she went home. I didn't fuck her either although I think she probably wanted me to. Just soaping her up, washing her hair and allowing the hot steaming water to work its recuperative powers on her sore but sexy little backside was more than enough to round off the afternoon..

Patting her dry, I dressed her, then watched as she blow-dried that long dark hair of hers. Ever realised how sexy a girl looks drying her hair? Especially one that young.

I was glad she didn't come back for a few days - gave her bottom time to recover. How she sat down at school the next day I don't know.....ouch! Friday afternoon she just looked-in on the way home and told me her parents would be upstate until Sunday afternoon and that she would be free to drop by Saturday sometime. I set the stop-watch!

Skin-tight jeans, plunging neckline, even a damned ribbon in her hair? Was she trying to bring on cardiac arrest or what? Having ushered her across the thresh-hold, I almost lost my nerve. There's only so much a man can take.

Figured I'd play the gracious host first, well - just to get the ball rolling anyway. Plied her with soft-drink, nibblies and compliments. Whatever perfume that was she had on, was lethal - "teenage desire" I think must have been the literal translation. Eventually though, we came down to the business end of the visitation.

"Would you like to come up to my bedroom Patti?" I asked almost beseechingly. Evidently this was precisely the modus operendi she favored and holding my hand, we ascended the stairs.

"What is that?" she asked, gazing at the ceiling directly over the King Size bed.

"Well Patti," I answered, "Just how adventurous do you feel?"

She giggled, which answered my question. Pushing her gently backwards on to the bed I removed her shoes. "You're gonna have to let me take these jeans off sweetie,' I said to her. She undid the belt-buckle herself.

Threading the ropes through the pulley system, Patti watched as I attached a rope to each ankle.

"You're tying me up?" she asked with absolutely no shred of fear I noted.

"Oh, its way better than that Patti," I grinned, "Trust me." Foolishly, she did!

Having secured her arms behind her back also, I walked to the far wall and pulled hard on the guide rope. Not only were her legs spread at a magnificently obscene angle, her hips were lifted well clear of the bed.

"I can't move," she gasped.

"Well that's OK, I can." I teased her, hastily removing my own pants and taking up residence on the nearside edge of the bed, directly between her gaping legs. Up close and personal like that, you have no idea how sexy she looked, the cleft of her beautiful pussy clearly outlined through the taut material between her legs. I allowed myself a caress of its entire length. She managed to wriggle her hips in spite of her constraints.

"You like that do you? " I asked, rubbing her once again. It was definitely time for some in depth therapy.

Pulling her panties to one side, I just pushed hard into her. It was a furnace in there. There was no need for any "are you comfortable with this sweetheart" crap, Rape being the order of the day. It was in fact, her very helplessness that made it so damned hot. Taking no prisoners, I penetrated her with such force she began crying out in unhinged ecstasy. Didn't bother me, every square centimetre of that room had been sound-proofed - the door included, although at that juncture it was still open.

She didn't even mind when I began shredding her panties in my latent desire to render her even more

vulnerable. Tearing the thin cotton along the elastic the width of her abdomen, the flap of material, at the angle she was partially suspended, hung down uselessly now between her legs, every aspect of her youthful sex fully exposed.. The sight of my cock embedded in her pretty much to the hilt, was definitely a picture no artist could paint.

Relinquishing my grip on her hips momentarily, I reached down and fondled her breasts, which served only to elicit a fresh wave of moaning and wriggling. Pushing her top up, I wrenched her bra free of those dynamically arousing little mounds and began kneading her nipples - all the time thrusting deeper into her. By now she was crying out in ecstasy and beyond caring what I did - well, so long as I kept doing it!

The last few day's observation of temperance in all things sexual, was proving to be a master-stroke. Re-invigorated and stocked-up, I was now primed to deliver a seismic rift of noble proportions. To say I came in her forcefully, would be to understate the reality of the situation. What we had here was a vaginal Armageddon - a shared nuclear holocaust.

"Christ Patti," was all I was able to get out before the quake hit. I seem to recall her crying out something at an ultra high frequency after which I was simply locked inside her and flooding that hot little cavern. Under-age sex? It's to die for!

Taking advantage of Patti's disorientated state - not that my own was much better - I removed/ripped/tore asunder, what clothing she had left. She looked so much better! Just for good measure, I tugged the pulley up one more notch. This accentuated the appeal of her naked little bottom, it being presented now as a prime target for whatever one might aspire to.

Spanking is always fun.....so, following a couple of strategically-placed "hands-on" applications, I asked her how it felt?

"It hurt," she answered sulkily.

"You want me to stop?" I queried.

"I didn't say that," she giggled. Music to my ears.

The next power-spank achieved the daily double. She squealed in something approaching pained-nirvana and a tablespoonful of cum squirted out of her pussy and down her rear cleft. Not very ladylike one would have to admit, but one hell of a side-show. I had an idea.

Releasing the pulley, her bottom was laid to rest once again on the bed.

"What are you doing now?" she asked, idly sucking on a couple of fingers. I could only imagine where they'd been.

"You'll see," I replied. "Can you stand up?"

Whilst not exactly copybook deportment, she pulled herself erect. Looking at her slim figure and jiggling breasts, her body wasn't the only thing in that condition. Already I noticed, her bottom cheeks were infused with a light glow.

Leading her to the bedroom door, I closed it. She noticed immediately of course the snap-locks at head level - or in her case...several inches higher.

"Are they what I think they are?" she giggled.

"Probably," I grinned, snapping one lock shut across her left wrist. "Other hand please sweetie."

Dutifully she raised her arm.

Now just take a moment if you will and visualise the scene. A young and exquisitely pretty, fully naked fifteen-year old girl standing flush up against a door, her arms pretty much handcuffed above her head and filmy strings of cum running down the inside of her leg. No way of escape, completely and utterly vulnerable to the whims of her captor. That curvy little bottom wriggling slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other....waiting, ever waiting!

There was something missing from the tableau it occurred to me, other than possibly Jerry Springer. It came to me. Pulling open the top drawer of the little bedside table, I fished out a large man's handkerchief. It made the perfect gag. Now everything was ready, the moment was upon me

Sliding open the nearest wardrobe door - a mirrored beast some four foot across, I retrieved the leather whip. Patti had seen nothing.

"Indiana Jones" I never claimed to be, but that first lash brought up a welt across her right bottom cheek. I suppose she screamed. I actually planned on taking the gag off later to let her vent her displeasure. Meanwhile, I balanced up the equation by leaving a stinging welt across her left cheek. No wonder the Marquis De Sade got off on S & M - this was undoubtedly the first day of a new world order. I cracked the whip and another welt appeared just below her shoulder blades, although much of the impact was absorbed by her beautiful long hair. Talk about power to the people!

I suppose you could say I then "lost" it, after all, pain and pleasure really are so closely aligned - and I did want to give her pleasure. I put up the whip. Patti appeared to have passed-out, kept upright only by the manacles. Her bottom and lower back were criss-crossed with savage welts now, some of which were beginning to bleed profusely. I figured she might want a cool lemonade!

I knew what I had to do and I was fully resolved to stick to my guns.

One way or the other I was going to make sure that she completely forgot about Dave Watkins - even if it takes forever!

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oh, he's got stubble again! Dean is always clean shaven, but he had stubble for the 1st time the last time we 'met'...it gives a sexy edge to his baby face. I'm 34 and Dean is 30, but lookes 25. He's usually quiet and a bit shy, James and I are the outgoing ones, so I thought. Tara and Sally are in the garden and I go and greet them while James and Dean talk about cars and hockey. Tara is a big chubby and today she looks like she just got up! Her hair is a mess and her sweat pants and baggy t-shirt add to the look. Sally runs up and asks if her Uncle James is here. We all head into the garage and Dean is already under my car and Tara suggests we all go for a walk while he changes my oil. James scoops Sally up and suggests a hike in the nearby hills. I'm in sandals and a skirt, so I offer to stay and keep Dean company. I politely refuse Tara's offer to lend me something more suitable.

'I'm probably going to take a nap in the yard' I say. Ha.

Dean is under my car and rolls out long enough to get a hug from Sally and as James and Tara stroll off he winks at me! I head to the back yard and as I lay back and close my eyes I start to raise my skirt enough so I can play with my pussy. Better not, too many neighbors and what if they 'forgot' something and come back..better wait. I grab two beers from the fridge and head into the garage. Dean is still under the car and doesn't hear me walk up. I kneel down and slowly unzip his pants. OOOhh...there it is, THE cock. Dean doesn't make a sound. I begin to lick and suck his cock and before long I roll Dean out from under the car and lower my pussy onto his face. He grabs my ass with both hands and eagerly licks me all over. Time for 69, I flip around and grab his cock with both hands and try to suck as much of it as I can. Dean is exploring my ass with his tongue and my pussy is enjoying his fingers! What a ride. We don't speak much and I can't wait any longer. I get up and walk over to Dean's muscle car and bend over the hood. Dean follows and as I raise my ass in the air he flips my skirt over my ass and buries his face back in my dripping pussy. I'm gonna cum and it's gonna feel sooooo good. I start to moan and squirm more, Dean spreads my ass cheeks further and slides his tongue all the way in my pussy.Â

'Oh, Bonnie! You have such a beautiful juicy pussy' he grunts between slurps.

Dean is the best and since James doesn't like to go down on me I'm really enjoying it. I've fantasized about getting fucked by Dean while leaning over his hot orange muscle car. Now I'm gonna get it. Dean slides his cock up and down my slit and slowly pushes and uuh..more, more..it's in! Aaaah. My pussy is stretched to the limit and it feels amazing. Dean is fucking me so hard and fast that before long I'm ready to cum again!Â

'Oh, yeah you slut! Cum! Cum on my cock' Dean whispers close in my ear

My pussy tenses and tightens around his cock as I ride wave after wave of a really great orgasm. Dean rides it out and as soon as he's sure I'm done he whips his cock out and squirts his hot jizz all over my ass.Â

'AAAAhhh' he groans 'I couldn't wait any longer!'

I can't talk and I can barely stand. Dean quickly kneels down and begins to slurp and lick up the mess he made. James has a suspiciously similar taste for the stuff and it works out well for me because I can't stand it. Dean is happily licking my pussy and ass clean and I'm loving it. We head inside to shower and clean up before everyone gets back. I'm outside in the yard when Tara and James get back.  Dean's buddy Kenny stopped by and they're planning to head over to Kenny's for a swim in his pool.Â

'Let's all go' I suggest.

Tara shrugs and I suspect she's not ready for her bathing suit. She's been wanting to take Sally to a movie and asks me if I'd like to go to a cartoon matinee with them.Â

'Uh, I'm not really into cartoons' I stammer feeling awkward.

'I'll go with you and Sally to the show' James pipes up.Â

James is a kid at heart and he really loves hanging out with his niece so Tara happily agrees and off they go. Now I'm really sure I'm gonna be a slut after getting so much sex today I'm not gonna stop. Kenny is older than James and I and he and his wife Lila have a big house and a few kids. Kenny used to play in a band when he was younger and married Lila when she was a lot slimmer and not quite so bitchy.  Kenny has been friends with James and Dean for years. Their parents know each other well and they grew up together. Kenny and Dean jump into his truck and I head home to grab a bikini. OOhhh. Bad girl. I pull in the drive way and walk around back to greet the guys. They're both sitting on the edge of the pool dangling their legs. I can see Dean's cock swell as soon as he sees me and I notice Kenny can't miss the growing tent in his shorts either. I hold my bikini up and yell

'I'm gonna go inside and change'. I say wondering who will follow me.

I close the bathroom door but don't lock it and begin to undress. Maybe I shouldn't assume that anything will happen I think. I've always been a good girl and suddenly I'm on a rampage. Kenny is really handsome. He's in his late 30's and has a great body and gorgeous face. He hangs out with James once in awhile and enjoys getting out since his wife has become bogged down in her work and running their three daughters around. They used to go out to concerts but Kenny complains that she just sits around and eats. I've tried to talk with her but she just complains and seems unhappy and bitchy. Poor Kenny.Â

'How's it...' Kenny stops.Â

He'd peeked in to see how I was doing since the door was open a bit. I had been daydreaming and my bikini bottoms were on but I was clutching the top to my chest, which didn't cover much.

'I'm sorry' he said as he backed out. 'I should've knocked first. See you outside' he mumbled as the door closed.

'Kenny' I called. I was going for it and he knew it.

'Yeah?' he was still outside the door.Â

'Could you help me tie my top?" I purred

I had my back to him as he came up behind me and I was holding the loose strings in my hand. I could feel his muscular capable hands fumbling with my strings and I could feel his breath on my neck as he leaned in.Â

'Do you need some flip flops?' he offered as he reached over me to grab three towels.Â

'No I'll just go barefoot' I replied as I bent over to scoop up my clothes knowing he was so close behind me.Â

My ass met up with his growing hard on and my bikini bottoms were soaked from my dripping pussy. As I spun around I looked to the wet spot I'd left on his shorts and when I looked at him we both knew what I wanted. Kenny is a take charge kinda guy. He still plays his drums once in awhile but he's a high powered ad-exec now and fills out his suits nicely. Right now I'm admiring his well muscled chest and smooth tanned skin.

'Bonnie, I've wanted you since the moment James introduced us.' he whispered.Â

That night was memorable.  James and I had gone to a city nearby to see a concert.  Kenny happened to be in same city that weekend for a conference. We were staying at hotel nearby and decided to head out for drinks after the show and James recognized his old friend. I was decked out in my tightest 'leather rocker' pants I wear to concerts and I cool little t-shirt from the show. Kenny needed a moment to take in the sight of my tits squeezed into this shirt before claiming he was reading it. Ha. We chatted briefly before heading to our respective hotels. James told me stories of Kenny's escapades with women and the fun they had when Kenny was in a band. Apparently they were fairly popular locally and played together for years. Kenny and Lila and their kids moved to our city soon after Dean and Tara so now James has his brother and his best buddy here. And I do too.

Kenny leans forward and slides his hand into my bottoms letting his finger find the incredibly wet and hot spot between my legs. I shudder and spread slightly to allow him access. I lean back over the sink and glance out the window at the pool where Dean is doing laps and doesn't seem to notice our absence. Kenny has his head buried in my chest and his hand planted firmly between my legs. He's pumping his finger in and out of my pulsing cunt and I'm ready to cum. He kneels down and releases the strings on either side of my hips. As he peels it off me he inhales it deeply enjoying the smell of my well used pussy. I love this and wish James was more...appreciative of my V.

'Aaah I wanna eat you out when you come sweetie' he says as he reaches in his shorts to stroke his straining member.

I sit right back in the sink and spread wide as he sends his tongue to my aching clit to send me over the edge...I grab a towel to stifle my screams and moans as I squeeze my legs tightly around his head. Suddenly he grabs me and flips me around to expose my dripping cunt and I'm still enjoying the moment when he thrusts his cock deep inside my cunt.Â

'Whoa' I gasp. It's thrilling and shocking all at once.

'I'm not gonna wait and I'm sure you want it' he grunts 'James is a lucky guy and him and I have done some stuff that he probably hasn't told you about but he's told me how you like it!' he proclaims confidently. It's a good fucking and I am a slut today so I begin to relax and grab his hands and place them on my tits.

'I know you probably NEED it' I shoot back ' I see Lila and the way she treats you' I grunted between thrusts. 'I don't want James to know anything' I pleaded - suddenly ashamed of the fact I'd betrayed him twice in one day but thoroughly enjoying it like the a slut. I've been with James 7 years and I did stray with an ex when we were first together but thats it! I am attractive and I get tons of compliments and offers since we're not engaged. 34 and hot w/o a ring...prime target. I politely refuse and play it off sometimes teasing sometimes just saying thanks. Now I'm not saying much as the door opens and Dean is standing stunned with his mouth open obviously shocked. He can't argue much since his cock is at full swing beneath his soaked trunks.

'BONNIE!!!' he screams, feigning shock and disapproval. 'What are you doing?' he demands to Kenny as he moves closer to us as we're continuing our rhythm and fucking madly.Â

'Dean, just shut-up and either leave or get over here' Kenny orders obviously taking charge of things. I'm still taking a pounding at the mercy of Kenny's adequate and experienced cock. I'm released long enough to have Kenny spin me around and as I begin to remove Dean's shorts I look up at him to give him a reasurring look that it's OK and he's got his eyes fixed on Kenny! Specifically his cock! I turn to see Kenny lewdly stroking his dick and fondling his balls while Dean's monster grows even bigger. I turn and begin sucking on Kenny's cock while Dean finishes getting undressed. We are in full fuck mode now and I'm slightly aroused more than shocked when Dean is suddenly on his knees beside me ready to swallow Kenny's dick!Â

'Oh yeah that's it fucker' Kenny growls. 'You remember how to do it! Dean is the best' Kenny brags while stuffing Dean's mouth full of cock.Â

I am soaking wet now and can't believe what I'm seeing never mind that I seem to like it. The cum loving brothers are more intriguing now that Kenny appears to like getting head. I'm furiously rubbing my clit and Kenny pulls his cock out of Dean's mouth and approaches my wiggling ass which is in the doggie style position I've spent so much time in today. He begins fucking me furiously and Dean slowly approaches me and strokes my hair before offering his monster to my waiting mouth.  This is a first for me and it's great. Dean is getting into it and pulls out before he cums. He kisses me on the lips and goes around behind Kenny now slamming me harder and harder. Dean is out of my view but I sense he is eating Kenny's ass out. Dirty boys. I'm a dirty girl suddenly and Kenny eases the thrusts until suddenly he pulls out and turns to Dean's open mouth. I spin quickly while keeping my hand on my clit. Gotta see this. Dean swallows Kenny's load and they seem to be familiar with each other. I cum as I watch them each loving their role in this taboo threesome. Kenny finishes fucking Dean's face and Dean seems embarrassed but still caught in the moment he spreads my legs and begins to fuck me with his enormous rod. Kenny reaches in a drawer and pulls out a large dildo which he proceeds to work into Dean's ass.

'Kenny..uuughhh' Dean groans. 'Oh, yeah deeper! DEEPER!' He gives in suddenly and his cock grows even bigger and harder.Â

 He's getting his ass reamed and Kenny is looking down satisfied that he's gotten his way and Dean although reluctant appears happy now. As he pulls his cock out Kenny offers me first dibs on swallowing Deans load and I shake my head no, he seems surprised as he quickly kneels and begins to receive a hot load from Dean's exploding cock. Wow I think they all love swallowing cum!Â

'You must love the fact that James and Dean love the taste of cum when you don't' he asks and proclaims all at once.Â

'How do you know James likes it?'Â I quickly ask already knowing there's more history than I know.

'Bonnie, you must wonder how James found out how it tastes..what did he tell you?' he questions cockily.

'He told me an old girlfriend swallowed and put it back in his mouth and it tasted kinda sweet...why, how did he find out?' I carefully asked.

'Wanna tell her Dean?' Kenny paused. Dean remained silent but I knew something was up.

We all sat for a moment and I got up and started the shower suggesting we all rinse off and go for a swim. The guys agreed and we decided we'd better dress although since Lila was away we considered going naked. Let it all hang out Dean joked.

We swam for awhile and before long the sun went down and it was time to towel off. The guys did a good job of taking turns drying me off before I left and Dean stayed awhile longer. I know because Tara called me and asked if they'd gone out because they weren't answering the phone.

'Maybe Kenny is playing drums' I offered knowing they were probably pounding but not the drums....