les histoires de chrislebo

Behind her came Frinae, hip to hip with another guy.

Finally up came Cindy, wrapped in a French kiss with yet a third guy.

Oh my god! I was in total shock. Marsha revealed in the momentary silence, then reached out and grabbed a shot glass. She turned to the others and said, "Surprise!"

Frinae, obviously with a good buzz, looked at me...first in what seemed shock...and then with a big smile. "Well isn't this a nice surprise. What do you think Cindy?" Frinae asked her.

Cindy broke her kiss long enough to get her tongue out of the guys throat and looked at me. When she saw me, Cindy got a huge smile on her face. "Oh my god, you look great" As she said this, she pulled away from the guy she had been kissing and ran up to me. She kissed me deeply; I could taste the holy water and strange saliva on her tongue. "This is my boyfriend!" she said to her escort.

The three guys didn't seem to know quite what to do or say. They were all young, about 18 years old. The three girls had gone over to a Minnesota bar, where the takeing age was 18 in search of young studs. Dressed as they were, the three beautiful girls had no problem getting these three horny guys to come home with them.

Marsha didn't miss a beat. She took control of the situation. "Come on you guys, the parties in the living room." Looking at me, with a sadistic grin she said, "you can serve the takes in there, Slut boy."

Marsha dragged her boy, Steve, into the living room. The guy was about average build, 5'10" and 160 pounds. He had a fair complexion with sandy brown hair. He staggered as he walked, or rather was dragged by Marsha.

Frinae was with a well-built guy, named Charlie. Charlie looked like he lifted weights, broad across the shoulders. He was about 6'tall and he weight about 180 pounds. He had dark hair and a flat, dull face, giving him an appearance that didn't appear overly bright. Instead he was like a big dumb natural, strong and viral.

Cindy was with a good-looking blonde guy named Brad. He was the youngest looking. He was about as tall as me, at 5'10", but was only about 160 pounds. He was probably the takesest of the three. He also couldn't seem to keep his hands, or mouth, off Cindy.

The three couples spread out around the living room. Marsha was kissing and caressing her guy as soon as they hit the couch. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his chest. With her free hand she was working at his belt buckle.

Frinae was almost the flip story. Her guy was busy trying to get her cloths off. He was working the dark green top up over her brassier, all the time kissing her neck. Frinae seemed to act a little stiffly, or perhaps it was my imagination. She looked at me as I brought in the takes. I immediately went over to her and handed her a chilled shot of tequila. She drained the shot and said thank you. Charlie hardly seemed to notice me; he was too busy trying to get to Frinae's tits.

Marsha called me over to bring her the bong. She had me light the bowl and then hold the neck to her mouth. She smiled, her sensuous evil face beaming at me as she inhaled. The she reached out to grab my neck and shot gunned the smoke into my mouth. "You look so sexy in that little outfit. I can hardly keep my hands off you," she said. She freed her hand from Steve's crotch and reached out to stroke my cock.

As she stroked my cock through the silk throng, I began to get an erection. Whereas, previously my cock had shriveled at the appearance of the three girls with three guys, and by the dread of having to appear before Frinae as some kind of kinky servant, my cock know throbbed under Marsha's ministrations.

"I think you girlfriend might like something to smoke," Marsha said, inclining her head toward Cindy.

I looked over at Cindy, reclined on the other end of the couch with Brad. Cindy had been wearing a blue stretch dress. The blue of the dress highlighted her eyes. The dress was designed with short quarter sleeves and a wide deep neckline. The dress only went down to high mid-thigh. Now, the dress was pushed up above her waist. Her blue satin panties were exposed, their crotch wet with pussy juice. Her garters stuck out from under the panties, one tab on her left leg was unhooked. Her blue pumps were lying on the floor. Brad had the top of her dress pulled off one shoulder and the cup of her blue lace bra was sticking out.
I took the bong over to Cindy. She looked up at me, eyes half shut, breathing shallow and rapid. "Shot gun me," she said. I light the bong and filled my mouth. Leaning in, I kissed her and filled her mouth with smoke. Brad was busy working the dress off her other shoulder and kissing her tits.

I stood up and watched the three couples. I didn't know what to do. Here was my girlfriend making out with another guy. Sure it was her birthday, and sure it was just some young punk...but still.

I looked back at Frinae. Charlie had taken off his shirt. The muscles showed in his arms and chest. His chest and back were covered with a mat of fine black hair. He had taken off Friane's top. She lay slightly back, with her matching green lace bra before my eyes. The bra had low under wire cups, satin on the bottom and lace on top. Her 33-B tits were pushed up and seemed to flow out of the bra cups. Her body was firm and thin. I watched as her ribs rose and fell with her breathing. I glanced up at her face and saw that she was looking at me.

She smiled. My heart beat faster. My cock became fully erect. The long thick shaft pushed past the small silk thong. The shaft throbbed and twitched. The long 10-inche shaft was purple and knotted with veins. The small 4-inch metal ring cut into my cock's 8-inch circumference, making it appear even long and thicker. The restricted red flow made the veins bulge beneath the skin. I saw Frinae looking down at my cock. She smiled more broadly and licked her lips.

By this time Charlie had both Frinae's blouse and skirt off. I saw that Frinae was dressed in similar fashion as Cindy, with green satin bra, panties and garter that matched her top. She had on black nylons that matched her skirt. I did not see any dampness or wet spot on the crotch of her panties.

"Time for the birthday surprise," said Marsha. I looked over. She was stripped down to her red bra, panties, garter and stockings. Steve was shirtless and his pants and underwear were down around his ankles. His cock was fully erect, with Marsha's hand wrapped firmly around it.

Steve's cock was average, like everything else about him. His cock was maybe 6-inches long and about 4-inches around. His testicles were walnut size and hung loose in his sack.

"Tonight is Cindy's birthday party...and as birthday girl, she is getting all the presents." As Marsha said this, she looked at me. She was grinning from ear to ear. She got up and pulled Steve with her. She pushed Steve over to Cindy. "And here's one of your presents," she said. Marsha looked at Frinae. "Next," she said.

Frinae, pried Charlie's face from her tits. She sat up and pulled his hand from her pussy. "Here's your second present Cindy. I hope you like it," Frinae said. I though I noted a tone of relief in her voice, as she climbed out from under Charlie.

Charlie seemed to finally come to. "Hey, what's going on here? Get back here," he said to Frinae. Then he saw me standing there. At first his face went kind of blank, then whitish. Suddenly, he was looking at a much bigger guy, and he was intimidated. He stared at my huge cock and winced. As my 10-inches monster throbbed and bobbed in front of his eyes, he ***ly closed his legs around his much smaller 5-inch cock.

Frinae stepped over close to me, sliding her hand around to my ass. Shivers went through my body. "We brought you boys here for the birthday girl. So, if you still want to get laid, then there she is...otherwise...there's the door" as Frinae said this, she ran her finger up the crack of my ass. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Pre-cum oozed from my cock and dripped on the floor.

I looked over at Cindy. Brad was now naked between her legs. His blonde haired head was kissing and licking at her satin covered crotch. Cindy's front hook blue bra was popped open and laid back along side her arms. Her firm round 34-D tits were splayed across her chest. Her coral colored aureoles were cover with tiny goose bumps and her hard nipples were sticking out from her tits.

"Well boys, do you want to give the birthday girl her presents...or do you want to go home with those erections?" Marsha asked the two boys that were not already on Cindy. While she asked the boys, she was looking at me...staring at my cock. A small bit of saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth.

"No problem," said Steve. He kicked off his pants, gave one more look at Marsha's big tits and soiled panties, and then walked over to Cindy.

Charlie gave a shrug, still looking at my huge cock, as if gauging what my reaction would be. By now, Frinae had worked her hand around the base of the anal plug and was rotating it back and forth. She looked into my eyes, then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Turning to Charlie, as if to reassure him, she said, "Don't worry. He wouldn't want to ruin his girlfriend's special birthday." As she said this she looked back at me and pushed the anal plug deeper into my ass. Charlie got up and went over to Cindy.

"Condoms guys!" Marsha said as she tossed a handful of different colored condoms toward the site of the orgy. "Each of you has his own color. Brad uses blue, Steve uses red, Charlie, and you use green." She then walked over to where Frinae and I stood. "The colors match our outfits, see?" She was spinning her red bra around her finger as she approached.

I wondered at the amount of planning that had gone into this. Three guys, three different colors of lingerie, three coordinated colors of condoms. Then I looked at the number of condoms. There had to be at least a dozen. Why so many?...I looked at Marsha and saw the evil smirk grow as she watched my mind work the scenario. I knew the answer to my question even as I asked it. Three guys, a dozen condoms...Cindy was going to fucked repeatedly, all night long. And I would be powerd to watch it, dressed like some faggot slave.

Frinae lead me to the couch. She told me to light the bong and we began to get stoned. Marsha left the room briefly, only to return with a VCR recorder. She set the recorded up to film Cindy's fuck fest, then sat down on the other side of me.

Cindy had been stripped totally naked. Brad was kneeling between her legs, rubbing his blue condomed cock up and down her wet slit. Pussy juice coated Cindy's crotch, running down the crack of her ass. Her juices coated Brad's condom. More juices coated the insides of her thighs.

Cindy's head was thrown back over the arm of the couch and Charlie stood over her face. His cock was in a green condom, and Cindy was sucking and licking it like some big cucumber as he feed it to her.

Steve stood to the side and Cindy had her hand wrapped around his red condom cock. She pumped her hand up and down his shaft, and he rocked his hips to and fro in synchronized rhythm.

Perhaps I should have been jealous. But, then I had two women to distract me. I'm sure that was part of Marsha's plan. Give her credit for some things, she knew men. Get them stoned, give them some pussy, and they forget all about everything else.

Besides, this was Cindy's birthday...and the guys were using condom (just like getting fucked by a latex dildo)...I told myself.

Frinae was kissing me...god...Frinae. She had taken her bra off. I leaned in and gently kissed her perfect tits. High and firm...just the right size to fit in my mouth. The aureoles were small and pink, the nipples small and hard. I sucked and licked. Frinae held me by the back of my head and softly moaned. Her long auburn hair surrounded my face, making me oblivious to everything around us.

As Marsha watched Cindy being fucked, she was busy pumping my cock. She reached between her legs and gathered some of the infamous copious quim and coated the shaft of my cock. Slick with her juices, she masturbated me.

By the time I got around to looking back at Cindy, Brad had all but finished fucking her. He was just climaxing as I glanced up from Frinae's breast. Cindy had her legs wrapped around his waist and he was fucking her with hard fast thrust. He went stiff and ejaculated into her cunt. He spazmed several times, each time apparently shooting a load of hot cum into her cunt.

Cindy had apparently already gotten Charlie off in her mouth. He was stripping of his condom as he still stood by her head. "Save that condom. Tie it shut," Marsha said. "Lay it in that bowl when you've closed it," she said. Charlie looked at her, holding the dripping latex. "Birthday souvenir," she said.

Brad crawled out from between Cindy's legs. As he removed his condom, he dutifully tied of his blue condom and deposited it in the designated bowl next to Charlie's. "Come here, you two," Marsha said.

As Brad and Charlie walked over to Marsha, Steve took his place between Cindy's legs. I looked at her cunt. It was shiny pink, slick with pussy juice and slightly distended. I could clearly see Cindy's clit sticking out from her labia.

Steve had been waiting his turn and he didn't wait now. Without ceremony, he rammed his cock into her pussy. I could hear the squish of her cunt as his cock slammed home.

He didn't waist any time in fucking her either. Immediately he began to ram his cock back and forth, in and out of her cunt. Steve grabbed Cindy by each knee and powerd her legs further apart. I watched as his ass pistoned back and forth as he fucked her.

Brad stood in front of Marsha and she licked his cock clean of cum. As she licked his cock, she played with his balls. She continued to suck and lick his cock until his cock had grown hard again. "Time to get back to fuck," she said with a grin.

Marsha turned toward me and pulled my head off Frinae's tits. She held my face as she plunged her tongue into my mouth. As she frenched me, I could taste Brad's salty cum that remained in her mouth. Once she filled my mouth with saliva and cum, she pulled back. "Just like sharing Cindy's fuck, right Slut?" she said.

"Slut?" Frinae said. I just looked at her and slightly hung me head.

"Oh, yes. This slave's name is Slut, isn't it SLUT!" Marsha said as she twist my nipple. Grimacing in pain, I mutely nodded yes.

"I always thought you were kind of kinky," Frinae said. "I figured I was right when I saw you get-up tonight, but Slut?..That sounds like I need to hear the rest of the story."

Marsha finished sucking off Charlie. She used her saliva and his cum to stroke him back to a second erection. She pulled my mouth to hers and feed me another mouthful of saliva and cum. "Only one more cum to taste!" she said. She gave me that evil dominatrix smile as she chided me.

Cindy was moaning and groaning. Although she was not being fucked by cocks as large as mine, she was being fucking steady and nonstop. Steve arched his back and filled her pussy with cum as he came. He climbed off and was replaced by Charlie. Brad was back in the box, waiting.

Steve apparently didn't like waiting for anything. He ripped off his condom, tied it, tossed it in the bowl, and came over to Marsha for his blowjob cleaning. He jammed his cock into Marsha's mouth and immediately began to pump her face.

All the sex, and apparently all the cock sucking were having its affect on Marsha as well. As she sucked Steve clean, she came again. Her cunt juices were coating her legs and pooling under her ass. She gathered more of her quim and continued to jack my cock.

With the restrictive cock ring around the base of my shaft, I couldn't cum. My cock was raging hard. Like a ragging bull, I wanted to get up and power-fuck Cindy. But, like a helpless sheep, I had to sit there watching three other men fuck her. My cock was so swollen its normal reddish-purple color was almost black. Cum dripped from my slit. But I couldn't cum. My cock hurt, it ached, it burned.

Marsha finished sucking Steve clean and gave me my last, third taste of his cum. "Can you tell the difference, Slut?" she asked. When I didn't answer, she leaned over and bit my nipple. I cried out. "You'll get your chance," she said.

Frinae shot gunned me more bud. Marsha feed me more tequila. We watched as Cindy was fucked...and fucked...and fucked...and fucked...and fucked...

One after the other, like a train...pulling a train...the three guys took turns fucking Cindy's cunt. I watched as they fucked her.... and she enjoyed every minute of it...who wouldn't...I only wished I could join...

But I couldn't. I sat on the couch, with the biggest hard on I ever had, get jacked by Marsha...licking Frinae's tits...and getting stoned.

Cindy's cunt was red and raw looking. Her body was covered with sweat...her's and those guys fucking her. Her tits were covered with bit marks and scratches. The lips of her cunt were stretched wide and coated with quim. A pile of colored, cum filled condoms lay in the bowl.

Frinae panties were soaking wet. Apparently watching her friend get repeatedly fucked was having an effect on her. She twisted around on the couch and removed her panties. She rubbed the wet soiled satin crotch across my mouth. I smiled. She smiled...and grabbed the back of my head. She brought my mouth to her cunt.

Frinae's cunt was very much like Cindy's. Her pussy lips were tight. The vulva was soft and smooth. Her labia were narrow and her clit was hidden under the crease at the top of her snatch. I gently, softly began to kiss the insides of her thighs. My fucking dream girl.

I brought my face to her cunt. I smelled her fragrant twat. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked her vulva. I did not try to penetrate her cunt or probe her pussy. I had dreamed of this too long. Now I just enjoyed tasting her pussy.

As I licked, Frinae oozed pussy juice from her cunt. Her juices were so sweet. I licked and swallowed the heavenly mania.

In order to gain access to Frinae's cunt, I had to get on the couch on my knees. Unfortunately, this positioned my ass directly in front of Marsha.

With one hand still pumping my cock, Marsha climbed up behind me. She pulled my silk thong down around my knees. She took the big anal plug and began to fuck my ass.

I groaned. I was so horny. I had watched my girlfriend go through climax after climax, as she was repeatedly fucked. I had been jacked off for hours, with no release. I was takes. I was stoned. I was fucking horny!

As Marsha worked the anal plug in and out of my ass, she ripped me apart. The big wide part of the anal plug would tear me wide open as it was removed...then it would pop back in as it passed my sphincter as she fucked me. In and out...the pain...the pleasure.

As she ass fucked me, I tongue fucked Frinae. Now I had worked my tongue in past her labia. I had found her clit. I flicked my tongue against her clit and lightly kissed it. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. I used every technique, every trick I knew. And I was rewarded.

Frinae came in my mouth. I continued to gently kiss and lick her clit, as she came...over and over. Her sweet cum washed over my tongue and down my throat. I drank...I swallowed...and I kissed her clit. As she came, she sweetly moaned and sighed. She grabbed tightly to the back of my head with both hands and pulled me tightly to her.

I continued to kiss and lick her cunt, long after she stopped coming. As I kissed her clit, she softly caressed my face. She gently rocked her cunt into my mouth, sighing.

By 3:00 A.M. the guys had run out of condoms, and by the looks of them, cum as well. Cindy was fucked comatose. Her snatch was fucked dry. She lay there like a semi-lifeless doll.

Frinae held me gently between her legs, as I lapped at her cunt. Marsha had finally succeeded in give me an orgasm, despite the cock rings. A mix of my cum and her quim were pooled beneath my stomach. Marsha had fucked my ass with the big anal plug until her arm gave out.

Marsha escorted the three guys to the door. Frinae placed the bowl of condoms in the refrigerator. Marsha and Frinae climbed into Marsha's bed. Cindy and I climbed into her bed. Cindy kissed me good night. "Thank you for the great birthday," she said. She laid her head on my chest.

Tomorrow was another day....was tomorrow a clean up day...was tomorrow a Maid day? I would know tomorrow.

CHAPTER 7 MY BIRTHDAY

Cindy's birthday had been in August, and my birthday was in October. We usually spent my birthday, which was only a day away from Halloween, as a joint birthday/Halloween celebration. However, with the birthday blowout that Marsha, Cindy's roommate, had orchestrated for her, I was wondering if this might also be a special birthday for me.

Cindy, Marsha and Friane had gotten quite used to using me as their Maid. Following Cindy's birthday party, and her marathon fucking by the three young studs, I had spent several days decked out in my femdom maid outfit cleaning up their house. The girls really got a kick out of sitting around in their lingerie, shooting tequila and smoking pot, while I wobred around them in my 3-inch pumps cleaning up the remnants of their orgy. One of my task had been to collect the dozens of color coded condoms from Cindy's birthday fucking (Brad blue, Steve red, Charlie green). After I had gathered them, I had been ordered to storing them in the freezer. I wondered why Cindy had me store all those cum filled condoms, but I correctly assumed that it was not a good thing for me.

The three girls and I partied through the month of September pretty much as we always had...or almost. After Cindy's birthday and my anal **** by Marsha and cunnlingus with Friane, I was much more sexual active with those two. Weekends through September were spent getting takes and stoned and then having four-way sex. Since I had only one tongue and one cock, two of the girls would be doing each other while I was serving the other two. Unfortunately, I never got to fuck all month long. I would spend my time eating pussy while suffering from chronic erections.

A typical September weekend night would be the four of us gathered in Cindy's and Marsha's living room, watching some porno movie (the girls seemed to love watching porno when we were all together). As we all drank and smoked, the movie would have its obvious intended effects. As we all got progressively horny, the clothes would start coming off. The girls always dressed for the occasions, sexy seductive skirts and blouses with lingerie underneath.

The four of us would start kissing and stroking each other and the outer clothes would soon be discarded. I would be left in my underwear, a thong, surrounded by four horny babes in lacy bras, bustiers, teddies, and silk panties. The girls loved the oral nature of our make-out sessions. I would find my self-covered with kisses, soft seductive kisses on my neck, chest, stomach, thighs, feet, ass, nuts and cock. I would be reciprocating by sucking tits, nipples, soft thighs, smooth asses, flat stomachs, and shaved pussies.

The girls always made sure that I had a raging hard-on. The girls would work on my cock, bringing me to the verge of orgasm, only to have them stop just before ejaculation. All the while, I would be eating pussy after pussy until they achieved multiple orgasms.

As the girls came, they would use the juices from their cunts to coating my cock and balls. In no time, I was covered from mouth to balls in their fragrant vaginal lubricants. The girls became experts at reading my body, noting the pre-cum, my breathing, the tension in my body, the rigidity of nipples...and they would always stop me just short of ejaculation.

Every time that I was about to cum, all contact with my cock would stop. I would be left moaning and begging to cum, as the girls just smiled and laughed. My only reward would be to have the harlot of the moment pull my face tighter into her steaming cunt and grind her clit harder against my tired tongue, as I ate...and ate...and ate her to orgasm.

By the end of each night, I would be reduced to a quivering pathetic moaning, groaning, begging raw piece of meat. After hours of jaw taxing, tongue fatiguing cunnlingus, the four of us would crawl into bed for the night. Throughout the night, until the early hours of morning, the girls would continue to rub and tease my body.

Each following morning, I would be physically drained, but still emotionally charged. The slightest touch on my cock would cause me to pant and sweat. My jaw would be so sore that I could hardly talk. My tongue would be so worn, that I could hardly move it. Even that acts of swallowing (something that I would have done all night long!) or eating was painful.

That was fine with the girls, as after a hard night of sexual arousal, the last thing that they wanted was to hear from me (to hear my begs for my sexual release!) and they could care less whether I could talk. Likewise, they didn't worry about my swallowing or eating. I soon learned that my regiment for the day following their oral sexual orgy was as their "Maid", and part of that regiment was a limited diet.

Following the night of sexual servitude, I would have to awaken before the girls, take a cold shower, and get them breakfast. Of course, I would do so dressed appropriately. My "maid" uniform had grown more formalized since August. Now, I had my "own" clothes.

The girls had taken me to Goodwill and had me (of course they wouldn't pay for my clothes!) purchase work clothes. The girls and I would roam the lingerie sections and find items that would fit me. Of course, as we shopped, the girls would never miss an opportunity to humiliate me in front of other women customers. It would never fail, if another woman or girl came near us as we shopped, to speaking loudly and make sure that they knew that we were shopping for me. "Is this your size?" they would ask me in front of the other women, holding up the bra, body shaper, girdle, or panties. "Do you like pink like a girl or black like a whore?" as they held the lingerie against my body.

Checking out and buying the clothes always seemed the highlight. With me carrying my stack of used lingerie, the girls would move to the most opportune checkout line. Sometimes it was a young girl or co-ed, other times it was the most sever looking older woman.

As each item was purchased, the girls would continue their tirade. "Was I sure those panties would fit around my cock and balls?" Was the cup size on that bra small enough to fit my tiny tits?" Sometimes, especially with the younger check-out girls, they would direct the questions to them..."Did they think that I would look good in that girdle?" or did they have a boyfriend that dressed in drag like me?" or "Would they like me to come over and clean their toilet when I was dressed like a maid?"

The reactions were as varied as the types of checkout women. Some who turn red and become embarrassed, quickly completing the purchase. Some would grin, taking their time to handle each item, all the time staring at me. Some checkout women said nothing; some joked with the girls and teased me.

The biggest surprise was that few reacted as I might have imagined. I would have expected that most of the young girls would play right along with the girls, and most did. Those poor young girls that did not, but became embarrassed along with me, became the focus of the girls' ridicule, just like me.

The old women were the worst. Most seemed to consider the girls' humor and the fact that a man was being powerd to buy women underclothes disgusting. I will never forget the condemning glares that I was subjected to. Of course, the girls just laughed it off.

There were a couple of older women that did surprise me. On those occasions when a thirty or forty year old woman joined the girls' torments, I experienced perhaps more arousal than when the younger girls joined in. You just knew, when some thirty or forty year old woman joined the fun, that she was an experienced kink monster! The fact that some woman who could have been your lady or the lady of the girls that were fucking you was participating in your offense...well, it was surprisingly arousing.

Anyway, each morning after the September orgies, after I showered, I would put my "Maid" outfit on. From the dozen or so items of lingerie that I had purchased, I would chose a bra and matching panties or girdle, or perhaps a one-piece body shaper, some nylons, a dress and some pumps. I would place a pair of nipple clamps on my tits (Cindy had conveniently modified some spring type paper clips that I was to wear all day long!), strap the small chain around my waist (another conveniently converted small link, lockable bicycle chain), insert the now familiar anal plug, strap on the testicle harness and pull my balls up through my legs tightly against the anal plug, and hook the harness to the waist chain. The assortment of *** devices ensured that my nipples were subjected to pain all day long, that my ball stretched up my ass made sure my anal plug could not and did not come out, and that I could still urinate.

After the *** hardware, I would put on the chosen lingerie. All the bras, including those in the body shapers, were about B-cups. Since I worked out, my pecs fit most B-cups quite well. I would push my cock, now my "clit", back up between my legs against my balls. On would go the nylons, then the dress and the pumps. The dresses were always sleeveless or puffed at the shoulders. I could not wear long sleeve dresses, as my biceps were too big.

Lastly, on would go the make up. For weeks during August, the girls had showed me how and what they wanted me to wear for make-up. Sufficient to say, the heavy eye shadow, bright red lipstick and cheap perfume made me look more like a whore than any maid I ever saw.

Once dressed, I had to get breakfast ready for the girls. Breakfast was always specific to each girl. Cindy liked fruit and whipped cream, with mimosas. Friane liked French toast with syrup and orange juice. Marsha liked toast and bacon with redy Marys.

My breakfast was always the same, the only differing being whether it was hot or cold. If I had been "sufficiently" dutiful in serving the girls the night before, I got a meal of hot oatmeal with a coating of cum. If someone was not happy, and it only took one "vote", I got cold oatmeal coated with cum.

Now, I pointed out that I had not been allowed to ejaculate all during the month of September. I had however been fucking Cindy's brains out all during the summer and early fall. During that fall, Cindy had began to "collect" my cum. Sometimes, she had me ejaculated into a container and then she would freeze it. Sometimes, she would push the cum and quim out of her cunt after we fucked, and she would freeze that (she considered the cum/quim mixture a "treat").

As noted before, Marsha had also contributed to the "cum collection", by have the three guys that fucked Cindy for her birthday, collect their cum in colored condoms. Marsha loved the idea of having me eat some other guy's cum. She loved it so much that she made games out of it...making me guess whose cum I was eating (Brad's, Steve's, Charlie's, or whoever...some other guy she had fucked and collected his cum). If I guessed the cum correctly, Marsha gave me a "reward", if I got it wrong then a "punishment".

Marsha's ideas of a "reward" were marginal at best. As a Maid, I was only allowed to take water...so the "reward" was be a glass of bitter tea, cold coffee, or buttermilk. Her "punishments" were always up to par, ranging from beating my ass through my panties with a belt or paddle, making me clean her cunt after pissing, or making me eat the cum of the two other guys that I had incorrectly guessed.

After breakfast, I began my maid duties. I cleaned the kitchen and then cleaned the living room from our party of the night before. The last duties of the day were to clean the bathroom, using large pink rubber gloves and a toothbrush.

At the end of the day, if the house was cleaned correctly, I would get to remove my maid clothes and the *** devices. I would get a hot shower and spend the evening lounging, takeing, smoking, and making out with the girls again. If not, I would spend the evening receiving a sever ass whipping and be made to go back and clean the area until it was satisfactory. Sometimes, I would have a pleasant night of tequila, pot and soft caresses. Sometimes, I would have a night of two or three ass beatings and repeated hours of cleaning.

The determination of the cleanliness of the house was not supposed to be arbitrary, but I thing several times Marsha took extra effort to see that I had not cleaned properly. She loved to use me!

As September turned into October, I hoped that things might return to as they had before Marsha and Friane became a part of Cindy and my love life. But my hopes were to no avail. It seemed that once the girls became accustom to having me available for their domestic slave labor, that they were reticent to return to any other lifestyle.

And why should there? They had their every sexual desire being fulfilled, albeit perhaps with the exception of a real cock (at least as far as I knew) since Cindy's birthday party. Every weekend it was endless pussy fest. multiple orgasms, and massive dildo fucks.

Meanwhile, for me it was endless, total frustration. Night after night, I would be having sex with three beautiful, sensual, horny women...and night after night, I would be denied sexual release. After two months of this ***, I would get an erection even thinking about sex or at the slights touch.

The girls took full advantage of this. In virtually every situation, public or private, at least one of the girls would be brushing up against me, pressing her tits into me, furtively caressing and stroking my groin, whispering dirt talk into my ear, telling me how they longed to have me fuck them! It got so I was almost afraid to appear in public because I constantly sporting a hard-on.

My nipple had grown raw and tender from the constant clamps. My cock head was sensitive beyond description. My ball literally ached. I wanted to fuck so badly, I tasted it...or rather, I tasted cum...now my dictated domestic diet.

If I was cut before from working out and lifting weights, I was overtly svelt by now. I had never liked the taste of cum. Oh, it was bearable mixed with Cindy's quim in the heat of passion, but by itself...it was sticky, globby, salty, slimy, goo. Pehaps the worst of it was having to eat it cold.... No, the worst of it was having to eat some other guys' cold slimy cum.

Eating cum was a diuretic for me. It cleaned me out better than an enema. Since each ejaculate contained at least 2 tablespoons of cum, and all I ate on weekends was cum, oatmeal and water...I lost considerable amounts of weight.

The two advantages were that I looked incredibly ripped and my ass was always clean for Marsha to butt fuck me...that she did at every available opportunity.

So, when the last weekend of October rolled around and when my birthday approached, I wondered what this year's celebrations might be like. Would I spend yet another weekend in drag, playing Maid and eating cum...or would I get a treatment like Cindy?

My answer came on Friday night, the night before Halloween. The girls had lead me to believe that we would be going out in costume for "tricks or treats". That probably meant bar hoping and/or hitting some private parties. The girls also indicated that we would all be going out dressed as whores!

My heart dropped. Now it looked like the whole femdom drag queen deal was finally going public...far beyond being powerd to buy lingerie from other women. I could only imagine what my costume might look like.

With heavy heart, I appeared at Cindy and Marsha's house at 7:00 pm. Reluctantly, I entered. Sure enough, there sitting on the couch were the three women dressed as whores. They wore slutty black corset, black seamed stockings, leather collars, spike heals, heavy eye make-up, and bright red lipstick. At a glance, I couldn't tell one from the other as they all wore blonde wigs. I stared at them...imagining myself in similar attire.

"Happy birthday, baby," I heard Cindy say. I turned toward the kitchen, where her voice had come from. Turning, I saw her dressed all in white...white half-cut bra with her round firm breast nesting in the cups, nipples hard and red, white garter belt holding white seamed stockings, white satin thong. In one hand was a bong, in the other a tall glass of Patron's. She had a huge smile on her face. She looked beautiful..,sensual... sexy...I got an instant erection.

I was confused...if this was Cindy...who was sitting on the couch? In response to my confused look, Cindy said, "It's just us tonight, Marsha and Friane have gone out. And, those are your presents." Cindy nodded to the three girls on the couch as she said this.

I turned and looked at the three girls. The got up off the couch and came over to me. As they approached me, I realized that they were all real blondes...my favorite. They could have been triples; the same height, the same facial features, and the same perfect bodies. Each girl was about 5'4" tall, 110 pounds, 34-B tits, and 18 or 19 years old.

As the three girls stripped off my clothes, Cindy lit the bong and pushed it onto my lips. As I filled my lungs with the pungent smoke, I gazed with lust at the three nymphs. My shirt was pulled from my chest and one girl instantly began to kiss and caress my upper torso. Cindy handed me the glass of tequila, from which I drank deeply as the other two nymphs pulled my pants off.

Wearing only the black silk thong (that Cindy demanded I wear that night), the three girls lead me to the couch. Pushing me down onto the couch, the three girls began to kiss, caress and tease my body. I glanced up to see Cindy recording the scene.

My cock was straining to escape the tight silk thong. My hands were all over the girls, pulling and ripping their black tramp lingerie from their bodies. Soon I was entangled with three blonde whores, tits ripped free from tight corsets, a mass of breasts and nipples.

I licked and sucked at every breast that I could reach. Since every tit resemred the others, it was a visual virtual orgy of female mammaries. I was moaning, groaning and sucking like a man dying of thirst...thirst that could only be satisfied by the mass of tits that I feasted upon.

I attempted to work the corsets from their bodies, but my hands were pushed away. The three girls stepped back, as if in chorus, and shed the tight corsets. Standing in front of me were three absolutely beautiful nubile blondes, wearing only black satin panties and stockings.

Again I was gang tackled as the three girls pounced upon my body. This time one girl ground her tits in my face as the other two girls worked the silk thong from of my engorged cock. My massive erections sprung free...standing rigid and throbbing as if possessing a life of its own.

The two girls that removed my thong began to kiss and caress my cock...my balls...my thighs... One girl wrapped her hand around my swollen purple shaft and began to lick the bottom of the shaft like a popsicle. Running her tongue from the base of my cock to the pulsating mushroom head, she licked the shaft. Every few licks, she would wrap her lips around the cock head, take it into her mouth, gently biting down and suck very hard on my cock. I watched as her cheeks sank in, as she vacuum sucked my cock.

The other girl was licking and sucking my aching balls. Bathing my balls in her saliva, she took one testicle at a time into her mouth and sucked. She sucked until it hurt, then popped it out of her mouth and gave the other nut the same treatment. Soon these two girls had my groin soaked with their saliva.

I saw none of this, felt it only...as I buried my face in the two luscious tits that were being smashed into my mouth. The blonde tossed her head back and thrust her tits forward. I suck and tasted her flesh.

As I felt my orgasm starting to build, the three girls again got off my body. I sat there, breathing labored, thrusting my hips upward toward them, reaching with my hands. They stood just out of reach, smiling back at me. Slowly they peeled of their panties. A waft of fragrant cunts washed over me. In a daze, I looked upon their naked bodies.
Each girl had a shave cunt. Each pussy was like its twin (or triplet), with tight labia and smooth lips. I drooled and groaned like an natural in heat. God, I needed to fuck.

One of the girls handed me the bong, lit the bowl and powerd another lung full of sweet weed into me. A gentle buzz rang in my head. Another of the girls powerd the glass of Patrons to my lips, and again I drank deeply. When I had swallowed the tequila, the third girl moved forward, strattled my face and pushed her pussy onto my lips.

Oh god, it had been so long. Even though I had been eating pussy for two months, now I knew that I was going to get fucked. As I ate her cunt, the other two girls returned to my lower torso. One girl lifted my legs and began to rim my ass with her tongue, and then using her saliva, powerd her finger into my ass. The other girl was busy deep throating my cock, cupping my balls one hand and grasping the base of my cock with the other.

I couldn't hold back. Two months of unrequited cum shot up from my balls. Like hot lead, I shot jet after jet of hot cum into one girl's mouth. She gagged and struggled to swallow all the cum. As the cum overwhelmed her and dripped from her mouth down her chin, the girl that had been rimming my ass rose and licked up the excess.

As I came, I rammed my tongue deep into the third girl's cunt and bite down on her clit. She came in my mouth. Her sweet, tart quim shot down my throat, coating my lips and dripped from the corners of my mouth.

The girl that had cum on my face switched places with the girl that had just given me the blowjob. The girl that had swallowed my ejaculation placed her cunt on my mouth and I began to eat a new pussy. The other two girls worked to re-stimulate my flaccid cock. As horny as I was, it took only a little while before I again had an erection.

I pushed the girl from of my face and onto her back. I wrenched her legs apart and impaled her with one vicious lung. The girl gave a throaty scream as I rammed my 10-inch cock all the way into the bottom of her cunt. As I ground my cock head against her vagina, she pushed her arms up against my shoulders, attempting to push me back up out of her. I grinned down at her. I was sure that she had never had any tampon, toy or cock ever so large...ever so long...rammed against the very opening of her womb.

As she vainly pushed up against me and thrashed her head from side to side, I began to power fuck her. Grapping her legs behind the knees, I power her legs up and out. I was stretching her cunt wide...and I was filling that void with the full 8-inch circumference of thick swollen shaft.

I took up a rapid, hard slamming rhythm. I pulled my cock all the way out to the very head, then slammed it back in as hard and deep as I could. I put the full weight of my body and fury of my lust behind each thrust. The girl's screams of pain gave way to a wave of rapid breathing and cries of " OH GOD...FUCK...OH FUCK!"

One of the other girls had moved to kneel behind me and was finger fucking my ass as I fucked her clone. The third girl was attempted to power her tits into my mouth as I rode the bitch beneath me.

Again, my second orgasm came fast and hard. I glanced up at Cindy. She was smiling widely behind the video camera as she filmed the action. Her smiled told me that this was my reward...the reamister...for having withheld sex from me for the two months. Now, tonight, was my opportunity to fuck as hard and as often as I could. Tonight, I could fill these three nymphs with 60-days of pent up cum.

As I came, I continued to fuck the girl. The sounds of sloppy, wet fucking filled the room. As I fucked her, I pumped cum and quim out of her cunt and down her ass crack.

I pulled my cock out of her. No sooner than did my cock hit the open air, then one of the girls was on it...sucking it clean of cum and quim...sucking into a hard erection again.

With my third erection, I positioned one girl on her knees and fucked her doggy style. With my forth erection I placed the girls on their backs, at the edge of the couch, and took turns fucking them in line, like some perverse pussy production line. I would fuck one pussy for several strokes, until the girl began to get the rhythm, then I would pull out of her and move to fuck the next girl. I would fuck that one until she began to respond, then on to the next. When I had fuck them all, I would move back to the first and fuck the row again. I fucked them in secession until I finally came.

I fuck a fifth, sixth, seventh, and yes, finally an eighth time to climax. Never before and never since have I fucked that many times. I fucked until there was no more cum in my nuts.

When I was done fucking, the three girls were a mess of distended cunts, sweat, bruises, bites, and cum. Their make-up was nothing but a smeared remnant of hours before. The red of their lipstick was replaced with swollen, cum coated flesh.

It was in the wee hours of the morning that the three whores left. I was tired, stiff and drained, but surprisingly still horny. If I only had more cum, I felt as if I could have continued to fuck all night. The will was strong, but the flesh was weak.

Cindy held me tightly as I slept with her that night. In the morning we made love. As I removed her virginal white lingerie and slowly, tenderly fucker her sweet wet cunt, I thought to thank her for the best birthday present ever. She only smiled and placed her finger against my lips to silence me. As she thrust her tight cunt onto my cock and kaggled my shaft, I came. I held my cock deep inside her as I pumped her full of cum, feeling her cunt clamp down hard around my pulsating shaft. With my cock nestled in her twat, we feel arelax again, waking later that day.

I woke to hear Marsha moving about in the kitchen. Today was Halloween. Last night was my birthday present. Was that all there was...or were there more surprises for Halloween. With Cindy and Marsha it was always a question of "trick or treat".

Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween

Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it to either a belated unique birthday present for me or an especially good mood for Halloween.

As the three of us sat around the table eating, Marsha was looking at me, grinning broadly. "Have a good birthday?" she asked, smiling wickedly. I hesitated to answer her. I looked at Cindy and saw her also smiling at me.

"Marsha knows all about the three whores you got for your birthday," Cindy said. "In fact, Marsha and Friane helped set it all up."

The fact that Friane, my secret love lust, had been involved in providing the best birthday present I ever had was no surprise. After our initial lovemaking during Cindy's birthday celebration and during the subsequent two months, I was pretty sure that Friane liked me as much as I lusted after her. The thought that Friane had helped arrange a fuck fest with three blonde whores just for me gave me a warm horny feeling.

I was surprised that Marsha had been involved in giving me anything that was enjoyable, unless of course she got her own enjoyment out of the situation. As I ate, I puzzled over Marsha's generosity and good-humor.

"Has Cindy told you our Halloween plans?" Marsha said with that evil gleam in her eyes. I stopped eating and looked at Cindy. Cindy just smiled back and said nothing. "It should be quite a night," Marsha said with a chuckle. My hunger was replaced with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

After breakfast, the three of us headed out to a nearby park and played Frisbee for the rest of the morning. About noon, Friane showed up. Just the sight of her brightened my day. Her long auburn hair was blowing in the wind. She wore a tight sweater that nicely enhanced her high firm tits. Her tight faded jeans wrapped her ass such that it bounced with every stride. Friane came over and gave me a big, wet French kiss and wished me a belated happy birthday. She reached down and cupped my ass and asked me if I had enjoyed my birthday present. Tongue-tied, I mumred a timid yes.

The four of use returned to the house and spent the next several hours kicking back, listening to music and smoking. About three in the afternoon, Marsha asked Friane if it was about time to get ready for tonight's party. Friane laughed, looked at me with a sly smile, and said she thought so. I still did not know what the plans were, but I had a sinking feeling that it would be at my expense.

Cindy got up and left the room. As I began to follow her, Friane told me to stay. She slid over next to me on the couch. Smiling widely, Friane again asked me if I had enjoyed my birthday present. When I answered yes again, she told me that tonight it would be my opportunity to show her how much.

Friane then told me the story behind my birthday present. She told me that the three girls that had been my birthday fuck toys were pledges from her sorority. She told me that they had agreed to be my birthday presents in exchange for me being part of their initiation.

I was told that each Halloween the sorority had a party. For that party, the pledges had to provide the entertainment for the older sorority sisters. Friane, as a sorority alum had arranged the exchange. Last night the three girls had been my fuck monsters and tonight I would be theirs.

I was unsure exactly what being their fuck monster meant, but I was filled with conflict. On one hand, I was very grateful for having had the opportunity to fuck three lovely nubile girls all night for my birthday. On the other hand, I was not looking forward to being traded like meat. I couldn't believe that Friane would have been part of something like this respective to me.

Friane looked at Marsha, and Marsha grinned at me. "Not so cocky now are we birthday boy," Marsha said. I just stared at Friane. She licker her lips and smiled back at me.

"Don't worry," Friane said, "you'll enjoy it." "It's just part of my sorority. I went through the same thing when I was a pledge. These girls will take good care of you. Trust me." Friane leaned over and kissed me deeply as she said this.

Cindy returned and said everything was ready. Friane took me by the hand and we all went into Marsha's bedroom. "The party theme is superheroes. We'll get dressed here and then go over to the party," Cindy said.

Cindy's costume was Supergirl. She put on her tight blue stretch top, red panties and short skirt. Her nipples stood out clearly against the big S on her chest. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. She looked great!

Friane dressed as Storm. The form fitting black outfit made her incredible legs look even longer. Her long hair flowed across her cape. I could make out the lines of her cunt lips through the crotch of her black tights. Unlike Cindy, Friane wore no panties under her costume. Braless, like Cindy, Friane's 34-B tits pressed against the black material, her nipples protruding sharply.

Marsha dressed as Wonder Woman. Her 36-C tits looked massive in her gold trimmed, red bustier. Her short-shorts clung to her ass, the round checks bouncing seductively. Like Friane, Marsha's cunt was clearly visible in the very tight shorts.

My outfit...well, it was creative.

I was going as the Man of Steel. When I first heard Marsha say this, I thought ok..Superman. She quickly corrected me. By Man of Steel, the girls meant that I was going to wear steel...steel rings to be exact.

My costume lay amidst the girls' costumes, although at first I did not recognize it. Six large steel rings lay next to twenty smaller steel rings. When I hesitated to get dressed, Friane slapped me on the ass and told me to hurry up...we didn't have all night.

I stripped of my clothes and picked up the rings. Holding them in my hand, I looked questioningly at Cindy. She just smiled back. Marsha laughed wickedly and said, "Oh here, I'd do it." Marsha took the large rings out of my hand and began to power my testicles through each ring. First, she would power one testicle through the ring, pull the sack through, and then power the second testicle through. The rings were just barely large enough to let each testicle through and once on were not coming off.

Meanwhile, Friane had reached out for the smaller rings and began to slide them onto my cock. She grabbed the cock by the head and stretched the organ out as far as she could. Then, over the stretched shaft, she worked each of the twenty rings. The last ring was about 1/2 the size of the other 19 and assured that erect or not, the rings were not coming off my cock.

Finally I was standing there, the heavy metal rings stretching my balls down from my abdomen. My cock hung equally low, easily stretched twice its normal flaccid length from the heavy twenty steel rings that wrapped its circumference. Like some medieval knight, my cock was encased in steel from the base of it shaft to just beneath its mushroom head.

Once the rings were all on, Cindy took my cock in her hands and began to masturbate me. As she stroked my cock, it began to grow erect. Even as the organ began to swell, it quickly became apparent that I was not going to be able to achieve a full erection.

As my cock became engorged with red, the lower 1/2 remained encased in the steel rings. The portion of my cock that was in the steel rings could only grow as large as the rings' diameter, perhaps 4-inches. Meanwhile, the upper half, filled with red, protruded beyond the steel rings. That portion of my cock was swollen to its normal diameter of 8-inches. As a result, the overall impression was that of a huge purple cock growing out of a steel protrusion from my body about 6-inches from my torso.

The more my cock tried to grow, the more the steel rings cut into the tender flesh. The more the tender flesh was crushed by the steel rings, the more my cock tried to grow. It soon became apparent that I would have a constant erection.

As I gazed down at my disfigurement, Friane reached down and lifted my heavy metal cock. She dropped it back with a metal clang onto my balls. As the metal cock hit my exposed balls, a shot of pain surged through my groin. I began to double over, when Marsha slapped my ass and told me to stand tall. As I stood there, grimacing in pain, Friane grabbed my metal encased cock. She wrapped her hand around the exposed portion of my erection and became to masturbate me. "Don't worry. We'll all be making sure to take good care of this cock tonight," Friane said, and then she stuck her tongue in my ear, probing it and filling it with saliva.

Cindy then stepped forward with a set of steel nipple clamps. She bent over and sucked first on nipple then the other. As she sucked each nipple, she clamped the sharp little alligator teeth on the rigid flesh. She adjusted the chain that connected the two clamps to a heavy steel "M" at the center of the chain. The weight of the metal pendulum pulled viciously on the alligator clips cutting into my tender flesh

"Bend over," Marsha demanded. Before I even had a change to comply, she roughly pushed me forward and bent me over the bed. "Spread em," she said, at the same time kicking my ankles apart. I felt the cold Vaseline as she used her finger to power it into my ass. Then without waiting to spread it fully around the pucker asshole, Marsha shoved a large steel dildo up my ass. The dildo was made from a piece of steel pipe, welded round on top like a cock head and with a flared base. The heavy metal pipe felt extremely cold and heavy in my ass. I was sure that there was no way that I could keep the two or three pounds of cold steel from slipping or falling out of my ass.

This proved not to be a problem, as Marsha placed my "Maid" chain around my waist. The Maid chain, a converted bicycle chain that I wore while in drag as their Maid, was locked around my waist. Another "Y" shaped chain had been added and Marsha pulled the Y over my cock and balls. Then she pulled Y chain back and up through my ass. She ran the chain up against the base of the steel ass plug, hooked the Y to the waist chain and locked them all together. Marsha grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up and spun me around. Grinning at me, she leaned forward and gave me a big wet French kiss. Having kissed me, Marsha licked her lips, smiled sweetly and said, "I know you love it sweet heart!"

The four of us loaded in Friane's car. Friane and Marsha went out to the car first, opened the back door and got in the front seat. I made a quick dash from the back door of the house to the waiting car. As I ran the heavy steel rings bounced and slammed into each other. The M pendulum on my chest swung mercilessly on the nipple clips. Like some perverse metal wind chime, I clanged and rang as I sprinted for the car. At the last moment, as I reached the car door, Marsha slammed the door shut. "Be a nice superhero and wait for Cindy," she said. I stood there naked, praying none of the neighbors was looking out their windows just then, and waited as Cindy locked up the house and came to the car.

The girls took the long route to the sorority house. Traffic was heavy and we got a lot of exposure on the ride over. The majority of the cars we passed contained other Halloween partygoers. Of course, any guys were pasted made sure to honk, whistle and hit on the three beautiful costumed girls. Needless to say, everyone, guys and girls, got a big laugh out of my costume. Luckily, no on could see anything other than the nipple clips and that I was naked from the waist up. I was so thankful that no one could see what I looked like below the waist.

We finally arrived at the sorority house, just as the party was beginning. I was amazed at the number of people attending. There must have been at least fifty people, all as dressed as some sort of superhero.

As I surveyed the group, it became apparent that not all of the partygoers were in the same situation as myself. As it turned out, only the pledges were bringing "kinky" superheroes like myself. The rest of the girls, and their dates, were dressed as "regular" superheroes.

I was to learn that this "kinky" Halloween party occurred every year. Each year the sorority sisters used the party as part of the initiation rights for the fall pledge class. In order to pass this portion of their initiation, the pledge girls had to bring a "kinky" clad male as their date. While theme of each Halloween party changed year-to-year (vampires, superheroes, naturals, etc.), the general context was always the same.

It didn't matter how the pledges got their "dates" to the party, as long as they completed the initiation requirement. Some pledges obligate boyfriends, and some picked up strangers (preferably takes guys, who once locked in their "kinky" outfits had no choice but to cooperate. Still others worked out other creative methods of getting their "man", such as had the three pledges that worked out the trade with Friane.

As Friane led me around to a side door, Marsha and Cindy waited on the sidewalk. Just as I was about to enter the sorority house, I hear Marsha shout out a greeting to someone. I looked back and saw that Brad, Steve and Charlie were walking toward the girls. I recognized Charlie immediately, as his costume as the Hulk left his green colored face otherwise unchanged. I assumed the blonde haired Flash must be Brad. I recognized Steve's voice as he answered Marsha's greeting, even though he wore a mask dressed as Batman. I hesitated. I was not happy about these guys being here, obviously as dates for the three girls. After all, it had been these three guys that had fucked Cindy all night as her birthday present.

Friane reached out and grabbed my big metal M and pulled me through the doorway. The M tore at the alligator nipple clips that were clamped to my tits. As she roughly pulled me through the door, and seeing me looking at the three guys, she said, "You didn't think we were going to spend the night all alone at this party did you?"

When I replied that I thought that I was their date, Friane laughed. "Don't worry about us girls, you have more pressing problems than those three guys. You are one of the guests of honor and you'll be busy all night," she said. I was heartbroken. I could not believe that my precious Friane could be so cold. I did not want Cindy spending the night getting fucked by some other guy again.

I was lead down the stairs and into a semi-dark room. Friane handed my M nipple clip chain to another girl. I recognized her as one of my three fuck nymphs. She smiled sweetly at me, and then viciously jerked the chain and pulled me over to one side of the room.

All the sorority girls had gathered in the room, their dates and the non-sorority guests were upstairs in the main room takeing and partying, unaware of this "secret" party. As my eyes became adjusted to the dark, I noted that I stood in a group comprised of pledge girls and kinks. On the other side of the room were the sisters.

I looked around at my group. All the pledge girls were dressed alike, blue colored Mystiquies. They were covered with blue liquid latex and nothing else. As I looked at the naked girls my erection began to grow. I gazed upon a sea of blue tits, big tits..small tits...all blue tits with hard rigid nipples. My gaze went down to their crotches, where I was rewarded by the sight of smooth shaven blue lipped cunts. My cock was now fully erect, crushed by the cruel metal rings wrapped around its shaft.

The girl holding my chain smiled brightly, "Good boy, I'll get great points with you!" she said. I noted that most of the guys also had erections. Those that didn't were being attended to by their pledges, the girls jerking and stroking their cocks to get erections.

A particularly tall girl, with long flowing black hair and dressed like Cat Woman stepped out from the sorority sisters. She walked to the center of the room. Her long legs were well developed, with the muscles in her thighs clearly outlined in the tight black latex. The tall spike pumps, clicking on the tile floor, enhanced the muscles in her calves.

"Welcome to the annual Kappa Kappa Gamma Pledge Perversion Party," Cat Woman said. "As usual, this year's perversion party will be restricted to the sorority sisters only. If you have other guests, please remind them that downstairs is closed to sisters only."

Pausing, but hearing no comments, Cat Woman continued, "Then, let's begin with the voting." She turned and strutted back across the room, her long tail swishing back and forth above her firm round ass.

A woman with long black hair stepped out from the crowd of sorority girls. She wore a black cape, a pointed black mask, black gloves, black boots that came up to her knees, a tight silk half-shirt (that barely covered her high firm tits) and a tiny thong. Her long lithe body was enhanced by the costume, making her appear almost snake-like. Her stomach was flat and hard. Her legs were long and muscular. She was obviously an athlete and extremely well built.

As she moved toward me, I watched her breasts rise and fall beneath the tight silk top. Her hips moved from side to side as she strutted toward me. I moved my gaze up and down her seductive torso.

"Huntress," my Mystiquie address her, "Here is my gift to you." I raised my eyes, looking up into her face. Wearing her tall spiked boots, she was slightly taller than I was in my bare feet. Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick. Her deep black hair cascaded down around her shoulders and across her breast. As she gazed back into my eyes, I was sucked into her deep blue orbs.

Taking my nipple leash, she inclined her head to one side, looking me up and down. She reached for my cock. Holding it, she stared at it. She ran her fingers around the mushroom head and then over the protruding veins. Placing it in her palm, she heft it up and down, as if judging its weight. As she bounced my steel encased cock in her gloved hand, a small quantity of cum oozed from it slit, leaking onto her glove. She looked at the shiny slime and then back into my eyes. A smile came across her face and a cold pit of fear filled my belly. She released my cock and cupped my steel wrapped ball in her hand. Again, she bounced the scrotum as if assessing the weight its metal encasement.

She brought the cum stained glove up to my mouth. As she positioned the glove before my lips, I stuck my tongue out and licked the cum clean. Huntress smiled. "Smart boy." Then, quick like a snake, she slapped me across the face. The blow was hard and my eyes teared. A second blow, this time with the back of her hand, slapped me across the face. My vision blurred, but I stood still.

A moment passed. My vision cleared. I saw her looking at me...smiling. Huntress carried a short riding crop. She brought it down hard across the exposed portion of my cock. A small grunt escaped me, but still I stood without moving. Again she whipped me with the riding crop, but this time across my exposed testicles. Now the pain was too much and I bent over. A strangled cry came from my throat. My balls were on fire, pain shot through my groin.

Seemingly satisfied that she had broken me, Huntress jerked me back upright using the nipple clips. When she had me standing tall again, she whipped me twice across my left ass cheek. The riding crop left two red welts on my exposed white ass. I stood still for the two blows.

"Nice cock," Huntress said to the crowd. "Half his cock is bigger than the whole cock of some other bitches," she said. She moved close and kissed me. As her tongue played against my lips, I opened slightly. Not daring to do anything wrong, I let her probe my mouth.

Leaning back, Huntress softly whispered to me, "We're going to have some real fun tonight. Beth (as I later learned was my pledge's name) told me all about you."

Turning to the crowd, Huntress said, "Stop by my room and sign up for this kink. He should be worth it. Come Man of Steel." She led me away.

Huntress led me down a hallway to a room on the far right side. She opened the door and pulled me inside. She left me standing in the dark as she moved about the room. A moment later there was a flash of light.. Blinded by the flash, I struggled not to fall. Several more flashes went off, and then I stood in darkness again. Huntress began to light candles. When the room was bathed in the light of about a dozen candles, she began taking more pictures. After about twenty photos, she placed the camera on the desk. Seeing the questioning look on my face, Huntress said, "If you're lucking, the pictures will only end up on the Kappa website. If not...well, you'll be famous."

Huntress led me to an area near the center of the room. Two chains hung from ceiling hooks. She secured one of my wrists to a chain, then the other. Once the chains were attached and lock, she tightened them. My arms were stretch up and from my shoulders. She stepped back to assess her work. Smiling, she slapped me across my thigh with her riding crop.

Next she fastened a collar around my neck. I recognized it as a dog's training collar. Two electric probes, extending from a small black transmitter, bite into my throat. Using a D-ring on the collar, she ran another chain from the collar, around the steel M leading to my nipples, and finally to the steel rings attached to my cock and balls. The short length of the chain required that I keep my head slightly bent. With my head bent I could not look her in the face. Rather, my eyes were just at the leave where I could see her heaving breast.

She was getting excited. Her breathing was faster and slightly irregular. I gazed down her flat stomach to her tiny silk thong. I could make out the shape of her pussy lips. Her cunt was shaven and a wet spot showed where her slit was.

Huntress attached two short electric leads to the probes on my neck and then connected the lead to the chain. She checked to make sure the chain was contacting both the steel rings around my scrotum and the rings around my cock. Stepping back, she said, "Now lets just test this out."

The intensity of the pain was beyond anything that I could describe. A shot of hot electricity went into my neck. At the same time, the current was carried down the chain into my nipples, cock and balls. I screamed.

For my outburst, I received an ass beating. Huntress stepped behind me and began to lash both of my ass checks. As she whipped me she yelled at me, "Shut the fuck up!" Soon my ass was covered with red swollen welts.

As much as my ass hurt from her whipping, I realized that the electric shock was much worse. I bit down on my lip until it red, swallowing the screams that wanted to escape my throat.

When I finally shut up, Huntress was satisfied and ceased beating my ass. She walked around to stand in front of me. I gazed down at her wet crotch. Her silk thong clearly showing the effects of her oozing pussy.

"I'll give you a brief overview of your duties tonight," Huntress said. "Tonight you will suffer for the enjoyment of womanhood. As a man, you are inferior to women. Tonight you will learn to submit to that superiority. Tonight you will learn to love pain, even as you give us pleasure." Having said that, Huntress gave me another electric jolt, only this time at a higher setting. The pain in my cock and testicle made me feel like pissing myself, but the tight steel rings prohibited any such release.

"Over the years, my sisters have gotten very good at teaching men their place. Our Halloween parties are the perfect place to hone our s*******s. Practice makes perfect and each year our special parties train more men. Tonight is your turn to learn to service us." With that she gave me yet another jolt from the collar. As she watched me shake with pain, Huntress laughed so hard that her big round tits almost fell out of her small tight costume.
When the electricity ceased to course through my body, I was covered with sweat. Tears streamed down my face. Sobbing like a baby, I struggled to breath. I down on my tongue, trying not to scream. I bit it so hard it red. As I hung there, red dripped from my mouth.

"Now, now we can't have that," Huntress said. Rising, she went over to a dresser. From a box on top of the dresser, she picked up a short rubber cock. As she brought it to me, she knelt and shoved it into my mouth. The rubber cock was a hollow penis gag.

"There. You can bit down on that all you need to, and still be able to breath. It has an added benefit of keeping you from screaming," Huntress smiled up at me at she said this. I attempted to beg her, oh god no please, but all that came out was..."Mmmmmmpppphhh." Still smiling, she hit me with a full jolt of electricity again.

As I hung there, Huntress pulled my feet apart and attached a spreader bar. Still kneeling, she reached up and jiggled my weighted testicles. She swung them back up between my legs, letting them clang back against the steel rings on my cock. She did this several times, like a little girl playing with a toy swing.

"Very nice outfit. One of the nicest I've seen. Of course it doesn't hurt that you're hung like a horse." Huntress stroked the naked end of my cock as she said this. "I wonder what it would be like to have those steel rings stuck up my cunt?...maybe you wouldn't be that lucky. But, tonight your job is serve and service the sisters of Kappa." Huntress licked her lips as if in anticipation of a good meal as she said this.

"Now its very important that you do not disappoint me, embarrass me by not servicing my sisters properly, or fail to follow every direction that I give you. If you do as you're told, you might even enjoy yourself and survive the night with limited damage. But, I warn you! If you fuck up in any way, you'll wish you had never been born!" so saying, Huntress hit me with another wave of electrical shock, but this time using the maximum setting.

My bowels went loose. If not for the big steel anal plug up my ass, I believe that I would have cuckolds brownie myself. Strangely, the electricity only seemed to make my cock harder. Perhaps it was the portion of the electrical shock that went up through my steel ass plug to my prostrate. My cock tingled with the after shock, hard as hell and throbbing. The steel rings on the lower portion of my cock made sure that I was not going to ejaculate, but strings of cum leaked from the purple distended head of my cock anyway.

Huntress reached down and got a gob of the slimy cum on the palm of her glove. She took the sticky mess and rubbed it all over my face. My nostrils were filled with the poignant smell of my own cum.

There was a knock on the door. Huntress went to door and opened it. Standing outside was a girl dressed as Miss America. I strained my head back to see. The Miss America superhero outfit consisted of a red eye mask, a red tube top, blue pumps and a red/white stripped skirt with a blue belt. Huntress had a brief discussion with Miss America and then had her sign the register.

Miss America entered the room. She walked around me, running her hands up and down my sweaty body. The stink of my sweat and cum were replaced by the smell of her perfume and hot pussy. Miss America reached down and began to stroke my cock. She wrapped her hand around the steel rings encasing my cock and began to pump them. Because of my swollen cock, her stroking of the steel rings only caused the rings to pinch the skin of my cock. The rings were so tight that they barely moved. Using her other hand, Miss America tugged and squeezed my balls as they extended from the steel rings encasing my sack. Reaching up under her skirt, Miss America coated her hand with her pussy juice. I glance up and noticed that she did not wear any panties.

With her hand coated with her cunt juices, Miss America began to stroke the exposed half of my cock. Her soft hand wrapped smoothly around my swollen shaft, coating it with her hot fragrant cunt juices. Up and down she pumped my cock. I could feel my orgasm growing, the waves of sperm building in my balls.

But the frustration! With the steel rings around my balls, there was no way that they were going to pump up my cum. Also, even though my cock ached and begged for release, the tight steel rings around my cock shaft assured that I would not have any release.

I was going nuts. I had to get off. My nuts ached so badly, they hurt. My cock was so swollen and purple, it looked ungodly distorted, almost black. Big drips of cum leaked from my cock head.

Miss America knelt and took my cock into her mouth. She was a pretty brunette with big hazel eyes. She looked up into my pain filled face as she suck on my cock. Her mouth was soft and warm. She flicked her tongue around the cock head, then up and down the underside of the shaft.

I cried into the cock gag. Oh god, please make me cum! I shook my head, fighting the gag, trying to speak, trying to beg!

I thrust my hips forward, trying to power more of my cock into her mouth. She reached out and grabbed my balls. Squeezing them tight, she powerd me to hold my hips still. She continued to softly, gently suck on my cock.

Tears were running down my face. I couldn't take it any more. The steel rings on my sore swollen cock felt like they were cutting my cock off. My cock felt hot, and yet cold from the red restriction. My balls were blue and cold.

"MMMMmmmppppp!" I begged into the gag in my mouth. Her mouth felt soooo good wrapped around my cock. By the time Miss America stopped sucking my cock, I was crying like a baby. I was so horny that I would have done anything to get off.

Miss America reached up and softly patted my check. She used her hand to wipe the tears from my face, and then licked the salty tears from her fingers. She smiled sweetly up at me. Her beautiful face, the high check bones, those big soft eyes. I tried to plead with her through the cock gag stuffed tightly in my mouth.

Miss America stood up and looked over at Huntress. Huntress sat there smiling broadly and handed her a small step stool. Miss America stepped up on the stool and raised her skirt. Thrusting her hips forward she ground her naked cunt into my face. As she rubbed her wet slit up and down my face, she concentrated on grinding her clit on the bridge of my nose.

I was filled with the heady fragrant smell of her hot cunt. The sweet smell of pussy filled my senses. I began to thrust my hips forward into the empty air. I needed contact, some contact, any contact on my cock. Now out of Miss America's hot mouth, my cold was terribly cold.

Miss America continued to grind her cunt into my face as she took off her belt. With my head up under her skirt, I eagerly tired to power my nose...my face into her pussy.

The first blow from the belt cut deeply into my back. I thrust my face all the harder into her cunt. More blows rained down on my back. Each blow only prompted me to fuck her cunt that much harder with my face.

Miss America's orgasm came hard and quick. Dropping her blue belt, she grabbed my head by my ears and slammed her cunt tight onto my face. I struggled for breath as she came. A stream of quim and pussy juice flowed out of her cunt and down my face into the hollow penis gag in my mouth. As the hollow core of the gag filled with her quim, it dripped through the breathing holes and ran down my parched throat.

Sighing heavily, Miss America climbed off the stool. She bend down and picked up her belt. Then, Miss America stepped behind me and really began to beat my ass. Still gagging, I fetishd as I screamed soundlessly in to my cock gag. She moved her whipping up my back and down my legs. Some my entire back side was glowing a radiant red.

Sweating and out of breath from the exertion, Miss America came back around and stood in front of my. She bent over and kissed me softly on my forehead. Then she stepped back and kicked my straight in my dangling purple nuts.

I think momentarily blacked out from the pain. I was vaguely aware of Miss America thanking Huntress and then she was gone.

The Huntress stood in front of me and asked me if I was enjoying myself. When I didn't answer promptly, she hit me with an electrical shock. Again the pain shot into my neck, down my spine, and through my cock and testicles. Whimpering and crying, I attempted to mumble "yes" through me mouth gag.

My erection had diminished somewhat after Miss America kicked me in the nuts. Now, Huntress reaching beneath her thong and coated her glove with her pussy juice. Taking my cock in her glove, she spread the cunt juice over the shaft and began to pump my cock back to an erection.

Once satisfied that my cock was sufficiently hard, Huntress stopped stroking my cock and wiped the palm of her hand across my face. The scent of her cunt filled my nostrils once again.

After a short time we heard another knock on the door. Huntress opened the door to Rogue. This sister had put a long white streak through her brunette hair. She had sparkle makeup on. Long white glove covered her arms, almost to the elbows. She carried a rattan cane. She entered with a smug, hungry smile.

The two girls hugged and kissed. They appeared to be good friends. I dropped my head back down, taking the strain off my neck. I had a bad feeling about this one.

Rogue and Huntress walked up to me. With my head hung low, I could only see from their magnificent tits downward. Rogue was as beautiful as the rest of the Kappa sisters. Her outfit was a tight black sleeveless stretch top and a short black skirt. Tall black spike pumps wrapped her tiny feet.

Rogue raised one of the spike shoes and drove the heel into my thigh. As the shiny metal spike dug into my flesh, Rogue slapped me hard across the face and told me to look at her. Grunting in pain behind the cock gag in my mouth, I strained my head upward.

Seeing my obvious pain, Rogue smiled seductively. She twisted the heel of her spiked pump deeper into my thigh, finally tearing the flesh. Blood started to flow freely down my leg.

Rogue removed her heel and knelt down next to my thigh. For a moment or two she just watched the red run down my inner leg. Then she leaned forward and licked the red salty red. Sticking her long tongue out she drank the red with a catlike mannerism.

Rogue stood back up and eased into my body. She stood very close, with her head next to mine. I heard her take a deep breath, as if smelling my sweat and fear. She extended her tongue and licked my ear. Next she sucked on the lobe of my ear. Finally, she took the earlobe between her teeth and bit down. She dug her teeth into the earlobe until it too red like my leg. She sucked on the earlobe, swallowing the red for sometime, then stepped back.

Rogue turned to Huntress and said, "Let's lower him. I need better access." Together the two women released the chains that held my arms to the ceiling. They lower the chains by about 2 feet. Huntress commanded, "Kneel", and hit the electric shock collar. I collapsed onto my knees.

Huntress went around behind me and hooked two short chains to my ankles where they were attached to the spreader bar. Then she reached up between my legs and attached the chains to the upper most steel ring encasing my testicles. Now attached so, I was unable to rise. Any attempt to regain my feet would tear my balls off.

Rogue moved a bar stool up in front of my face. She removed her skirt and whipped it across my face several times. She sat on the chair and placed her legs up over my shoulders. The weight of her legs pulled down on my shoulders and pulled my arms back and upward. The chains on my wrist cut into my skin.

With my head powerd down, I gazed at Rogue's naked cunt. Her twat was a bright pink, flushed with red. Her cunt lips were swollen and puffed out from between her labia. I could see her hard clip protruding from the top of her cunt, the hard red little nub shiny from her pussy juices. Her whole crotch was coat with her juices, shiny and wet. The heavy smell of her hot cunt wafted over my.

Rogue shifted her legs and brought her white creamy thighs closer along side of my head. She slithered upward and pusher her pussy directly in front of my lips. "Eat me!" she commanded.

With the cock gag firmly in my mouth, I could not comply. "EAT ME!" she commanded again. I moved my face forward, rubbing my lips against her steamy cunt. "GOD DAMN, I SAID EAT ME YOU PATHETIC BITCH!" Having said that, Rogue lifted her cane and began to beat me across my exposed nipples. She grabbed the heavy steel M and ripped it upward, stretching the alligator clips that were biting into my raw nipples. With each blow of the cane, she would jerk viscously on the M, as if she were attempting to tear the alligator clips from my tits.

My cock throbbed and ached incredibly. I was in so much pain...but so incredibly horny. God, I needed to cum! I ground my lips into her hot wet snatch. The beating went on and on.

Finally, Rogue stopped whipping my with her cane. My chest and back were covered with red welts. My nipples had been twisted and pulled until the skin had been ripped off by the wicked alligator clips' teeth. Blood dripped down my chest from my torn left nipple.

Rogue reached around my head and removed the cock gag. I coughed and stretched my aching jaw. I didn't have long to recover, as Rogue quickly replaced the gag with her cunt.

Rogue brought her cane down across my left temple. The cane caught the top of my ear and the upper part of my check. A stinging pain shot through my head, stars danced before my eyes and a ragged welt raised on the left side of my face.

I didn't need any verbal instructions. I plunged my tongue into her snatch. I thrust my tongue as deeply into her wet cunt as I could and began to tongue fuck her. When she brought the cane down upon my shoulder, I changed my technique and began to lick her cunt up and down, sucking and swallowing her flowing pussy juices.

I continued to eat her cunt for sometime, until another cane blow cut into my upper back. Quickly, I brought my tongue up onto her clit. I flicked, probed, and suck on the hard red nub.

I felt her legs tighten along both sides of my head. Her white gloves went to the back of my head and pulled my mouth tight onto her twat. As I continued to suck on her clit, she came.

Rogue's quim tasted tart and bitter. Perhaps it was just her own unique cunt flavor, that time of the month, or the holy water that she had been takeing. But, in the back of my mind, it tasted as evil as she was. I swallowed the bitter cum from her cunt as she pumped her pussy against my mouth. Her climax was over quickly. Once she had her sexual release, she pushed herself back on the bar stool and put her skirt back on.

Rogue looked at Huntress, who nodded to her, and then as if fulfilling a requirement for leaving, Rogue raised her cane high above her head. The sound of the cane cutting the air as it descended caused to flinch and tighten in terror even before the cane touched me.

Rogue brought the cane down upon my cock. It was surely just luck that kept my cock from being cut in half by the slashing rattan. The blow was angled and some of the cane contacted the steel rings surrounding my cock. It was the steel rings that saved me. Even so, the part of the cane that caught the exposed end of my cock caused me to scream out in pain.

If the electrical shock was painful, the rattan cane striking my bare, exposed, swollen cock was unbearable. The pain shot up through my stomach and racked my brain. It felt like a red-hot iron had been jammed against the tender flesh of my penis.

As the scream came out of me, I just went limp into the chains that held me. I tried to double over to ease the burning, searing pain! Instead, I was held helpless. I cried like a baby, tears streaming down my face, sobs racking my whole body. Oh god, I could die!

Rogue started laughing. "What a worthless piece of cuckolds brownie. You cocks are all the same. Worthless little penises. That's why women rule!"

Rogue turned to Huntress, reached out and kissed her full on the mouth. Frenching each other, the two women took a moment to fondle each other's breasts. Then Rogue left.

Huntress turned to me and said, "Stop you pathetic crying. You should feel honored that we even let you participate in our special Halloween Party." She went over to a small refrigerator and took out a bag of ice. She brought the ice over and dropped it across my burning cock. "Be a man you fag piece of cuckolds brownie! The parties just begun and you've got a long way to go!"

As the ice eased the pain in my cock, the cold caused my cock to grow flaccid. I had just begun to come to grips with the pain, when the third knock came at the door.

This time the costumed girl was Knockout. I recognized the girl as short redhead named Marry that worked out at my health club. She also recognized me as she said, "It's good to see you again. I never would have guessed that you were hung so well from seeing you around the club."

Knockout wore her natural red hair, a green mask, a light yellow sleeveless shirt, tight green satin shorts and green pumps. The sleeveless shirt let her large biceps show. Marry was a serious weight lifter and had a muscled body that most guys would have been proud to have.

Knockout was short enough that I could see most of her without straining to raise my head. She flexed her biceps and cracked her knuckles as she walked over to me. She stood in front of me and flexed the muscles in her tights. I watched the muscles tighten and knot, from her wide crotch to her knees.

Knockout did not carry any whip, club or paddle like most of the costumed sisterhood. No, this costumed diva was true to her superhero namesake and relied only on her own physic.

Knockout reached out and raised my head, powering the chains that ran down to my nipples, cock and ball to tighten. Once she had my head powerd as far up as it would go, given the restriction of the chains, she hauled back her right arm. Clenching her fist, she swung and landed an uppercut into my solar plexus. With a grunt, her fist doured me over (again as far as the chains around my arms would allow). I gasp for air.

Knockout waited as I coughed and struggled to suck in a breath of air. Just as I started to breath again, she slammed her fist into my gut again. The air was knocked out of my body again, and again I struggled to breath.

This went on for some dozen or so blows. When at last she stopped, Knockout gave once last massive tug on the large steel M that was attached to my nipple clips. The jerk was so strong that the alligator teeth tore off my ripped, raw nipples. Bits of skin still clung to the clips and red flowed freely from both my torn nipples.

As the red rushed back into my nipples, the pain of the torn skin was temporarily replaced by the excruciating pain of the returning red flow. Then, just as quickly, the pain of my torn flesh return unabated.

"We can't have that," Knockout said. She crouched down and clamped her mouth around my redy right nipple. At first she merely sucked and swallowed the streaming red. Then, she bit down hard around the areola, restricting the red flow. Next, Knockout took the alligator clip and reattached it to the ragged, torn nipple. She moved on to the left nipple and repeated the whole process.

A new type of pain racked my body. From the numbing ache of the nipple clamps, I had gone through the sharp ripping pain of having them torn from my tits. Now, the never numbing pain of the clamps returned, but heightened by the gnawing of my areoles and the tearing of the flesh of my nipples.

"Now, isn't that better?" Knockout said. As I fought the pain and grit my teeth, I failed to answer. The goddamn bitch, I thought. No more, I had enough. Waiting a moment for my reply and getting none, Knockout hauled back her left fist and smashed it into the side of my head. Black and stars were all I could see. Dazed, but still defiant, I refused to answer. Within seconds, a slamming right fist rocked my head again and everything went black.
When I awoke, a pitch of cold water was being thrown in my face. My left eye was swollen almost shut and red dripped from my mouth and nose. From the state of my face, it appeared that Knockout had continued her pugilistic barrage until she finally realized that I was truly unable to respond. Only then, with the Huntress stepping in had the beating stopped.

"Do you love me know bitch?" Knockout shouted in my face. She was in a rage, spittle flying in my redy visage as she made her demand.

"Yes," managed to mumble. I hung there. I realized that all resistance was futile.

"Good, then kiss my ass," Knockout said. She pulled the tight green satin shorts from her torso. I stared at her cunt; it was covered with short curly red hair. The next image that I had was of her round firm ass being pushed into my face.

I leaned forward and placed my bruised, swollen lips against her ass. I kissed the cold white skin. I continued to kiss her ass, holding my lips tightly to her skin, until she said, "Lick my crack."

I stuck out my tongue and licked her ass crack. She leaned over, raising her ass higher and pushed it further into my face. I ran my tongue up and down her ass crack, wetting her crack with my saliva. I could tell that she enjoyed the sensation of my spit running down her ass to her cunt. Soon her ass crack was full of my saliva. As I continued to lick her ass, I was power to swallow my own tainted saliva. The faint taste of sweat and cuckolds brownie flavored the fluid as I was powerd to take it.

Knockout leaned all the way over, now powering her sopping wet cunt onto my mouth. I switch my tongue to her cunt. I licked up from her clit to the junction of her ass crack. I flattened my tongue and lapped like a dog. As I moved my tongue up her inverted slit, I curled my tongue up and into her twat.

As Knockout began to cum, I stuck my tongue out and held it stiffly. Like a small cock, I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt hole. When she came, she ejaculated in short streams. I caught each stream of quim in my mouth and swallowed it. As her orgasm faded, Knockout held her cunt tight around my mouth and nose. I felt her stomach muscles tighten and then a long fetid fart was released into my face. Too tired to even try to fight, I held my head still and tried to hold my breath. Sensing my predicament, Knockout remained with her ass in my face until I was, at last, powerd to breath in her putrid anal emission.

"Good doggy," Knockout said, as she rose and put her bright green satin shorts back on. Then she stepped down hard on my swollen erect cock with her pointed green pumps. Grinding her heel into the bulbous head of my cock until I cried out, she smiled at me.

Knockout thanked Huntress with a kiss. She also stuck her fingers up Huntress's tiny thong and into her soaking cunt. Turning, Knockout thrust her cunt soaked fingers into my mouth. I sucked her fingers clean. Knockout said, "See you again later tonight," and left.

Knockout was not even through the door when Polaris appeared. As Knockout walked out, Polaris walked in. Again, Huntress French kissed the new arrival. Once the kiss was complete, Polaris strode over to where I was hanging on my knees.

Polaris's outfit was imaginative if nothing else. She was totally green. Her hair was dyed a florescent green. She wore a green corset with matching green high-cut panties. Under the panties, she wore green suspender type nylons, open at the crotch and the ass. Green 4 inch spikes and a green cape completed the costume. In her hand was a green fiberglass rod, about three feet long.

Polaris pulled up the bar stool, took of her shoes and offered me her feet. I extended my tongue and began licking the soles of her feet. She moved her feet downward, thrusting her toes into my mouth. I instinctively began to suck on her toes.

When I had cleaned one foot to her satisfaction, Polaris gave me the second. Once I had finished with her feet, Polaris had me wash her legs with my tongue. By the time I had licked both her green nylon sheathed legs, from her ankles to her crotch, my mouth was dry.

As if in anticipation of my dilemma, Polaris pulled a bottle of green liquid from a pocket in her cape. Tilting my head back, she poured it down my throat. Instead of relief, the green fluid burned my bruised lips and throat. Gagging on the fluid as she continued to pour it down my throat, I recognized the taste as that of a cheap antiseptic mouthwash.

Polaris slid her chair in closer and began to unhook the front of her corset. When she was exposed from her belly button to the cleft of her tits, she positioned herself in front of my mouth. With my tongue still burning from the astringent, I began to lick her from her abdomen up to her cleavage. When I reached her tits, she pulled the corset to the sides and let me feast upon her tits.

The soft white flesh of her tits was perhaps the most pleasant taste that I had to that point in the evening. I licked around her areoles and suckled on her nipples. As I suck, I was rewarded with a small quantity of milk. Like a hungry, greedy baby, I suctioned my lips around her nipples and sucked harder. After I had drank from both her large round breast, she pushed me away.

Polaris reached into another pocket on her cape and removed a green latex dildo. The green faux cock was about 6 inches long and perhaps 6 inches in diameter. Polaris took out a short harness and shoved the dildo through a whole in the center. Then she reached out and strapped the harness over my mouth and around my head.

Tightening and securing the harness, Polaris removed her green nylon panties. Leaning back and raising her hips, she slowly impaled herself onto the green cock. When her green tinted public hair was nestled against my face, she began to slowly, rhythmically fuck herself. As she rode the green cock protruding from my mouth, she began to beat my back with her green fiberglass rod in rhythm to her fucking.

My poor red bruised beaten back suffered terribly under the biting sting of the thin fiberglass rod. New welts were laid upon the prior welts, until it felt as if the flesh was being stripped from my body.

I attempted to fuck her back with my mouth, pulling back on each outward stroke and driving my head forward on each penetration. In and out, pumping and thrusting my head like some animated bobble head, I face fucked her.

When I was sure that I could bear no more beating and my neck muscles were burning with exertion, Polaris came. She arched her back and grabbed her tits, pinching and twisting the nipples. Her orgasm lasted a long time, all the while during which she continue to slam her cunt onto my mouth cock.

As last her orgasm subsided, Polaris pulled herself of the green latex dildo. She rose and stood over me, legs spread wide, pussy juice and quim coating her cunt, her large white tits hanging over my head.

"My such a nice big cock you have," Polaris said. "Too bad the only fuck you get is with your face." She reached up and gathered a handful of her cunt juices and took my cock in her hand. She began to rapidly pump and squeeze my aching cock.

I began to feel my own orgasm building. However, even as it built, I could feel the cold steel rings holding the sperm deep within my balls. I got hotter and hotter, thrusting my hip forward, physically begging her to continue to stroke my cock, moaning and writhing.

My cock, so cold from the restriction of red caused by the hard steel rings, was numb. I could feel her masturbation of my cock...and it felt so damn good...but my orgasm would not come.

As she continued to pump my cock, I threw my head back...the big green dildo cock still sticking out of my mouth. I thrashed my head side to side. I attempted to bring my legs together, but they were firmly separated by the ankle spreader.

OH GOD...I need to cum...but try as I might...I couldn't. The pain...the pleasure...they were blurred in an unreal sensation of desire and frustration. I couldn't endure any more...again I cried, tearing rolling down my face like some sissy faggot bitch.

"Oh, I guess you really don't want to cum after all...too bad," and so saying Polaris released my cock. OH GOD...I attempted to thrust my aching cock back into her hot hand...PLEASE my mind screamed....DON"T STOP...but it was to no avail.

Polaris unstrapped the green latex dildo from my mouth. I cried out, "PLEASE...DON"T STOP...MAKE ME CUM...OH GOD....PPPPLLEASE!"

As a reward for my outburst, Polaris gave me the back of her hand across the face. Then she kicked me in the balls. I doured over in pain and offense, crying and moaning. "Don't you ever dare tell a Kappa what to do! You got that you piece of cunt sucking male cuckolds brownie!" she berated me.

Polaris put her shoes back on. She turned to Huntress and said, "Good luck. I don't think this pussy is going to make it." She kissed Huntress again and left.

I was totally destroyed. My body was a sheet of welts, bruised and torn skin. My cock had been in a state of erection for hours, yet tightly restricted by the 20 steel rings encasing the lower half of my cock's shaft. The restriction of red had caused my cock to go numb, yet it remained grossly swollen and enlarged. While numb and cold from lack of red flow, my cock had taken on a deep purple color. Blood veins, engorged with red and restricted by the steel rings, coursed the full length of my cock in a twisted mass of bulging ropes. My balls were equally cold and purple. Bruises on my testicles showed where they had been kicked, whipped and beaten. My balls were pulled down by the six steel rings, stretched bizarrely away from my body.

I hung limp. My arms were stretch back and up. My shoulders burned from the hanging, burned from the whippings. My neck was stiff and sore, powerd down by the chain attached to my nipple clips. My tits were covered with welts and my nipples had been reduced to torn, redy, tattered bits of flesh. Only my ass remained relatively unharmed, and that was filled with the weight of the solid steel dildo that was lodged deep in my colon.

Yet, now I was lost in a dim daze. Pain and pleasure had combined into an indistinguishable blur. I hurt all over, inside and out...but I would have given, would have done anything to cum...

There was another knock on the door. Huntress went to open it and in step Supergirl. My god! It was my sweet Cindy, come to save me. I mumred, "Cindy, oh god, Cindy...help me, please..."

The petite blonde stepped into the room. The tight blue stretch top was molded to her pert firm high tits. The big "S" stretched across her tits, her hard nipples pressing out against the material. The short red skirt barely reached to the middle of her hard muscled thighs. The high shiny red boots came up to her knees. As she walked toward me, the red cape swirled around her waist.

"What the fuck is this prick talking about?" Supergirl said. I blinked the tears from my eyes. The small oval face came into focus. Her deep blue eyes looked into mine. She flicked the long blonde hair back out of her face. It was not Cindy.

"Poor fuck is around the bend I think," Huntress said. "Too much prick and not enough brains," she chuckled. "Of course, it hasn't helped that he's had the cuckolds brownie kicked out of him."

"Well, as long as he's still got that big fucking hard-on, he's meat to me," Supergirl laughed. "I just love breaking balls," she said. With that she gave me my third kick in my balls of the night. A ragged, guttural scream broke from my raw throat. My hard swollen cock bobbed up and down, as if mocking me.

Supergirl was lean and muscular. Her stomach was washboard flat. Her tits, so round and firm, were perfect 36-C cups. Of course, she had no brassiere on and her breast shown high and proudly from her costumed chest.

"Poor thing," Supergirl said to me, stepping forward and taking my head in her hands. Looking down at me, she cradled my head against her bare stomach. Tears streaming down my face, I kissed and kissed her abdomen.

"Please...please," I mumred.

"Please what?" Supergirl said.

I knew what I had to say. "Please use me," I sniffled.

"Sure bitch, anything you want," Supergirl said smugly. She walked behind me. Standing at my side, she reached behind my head and pushed down. I bent over as far as my restrains would allow me. I heard a sharp metallic snapping sound, as the coiled length of chain that she carried fall to her side. The woman of steel was armed with her own symbolic steel chain.

I clenched my stomach, bit my lip and prepared myself.

The chain rattled and snapped as it spun through the air. When it connected with my ass, I could do nothing but endure. Once, twice...ten times, the chain ripped across my raw white flesh. On the tenth time, Supergirl connected with the base of the large steel anal plug that resided in my sphincter. The ringing sound of steel on steel rang through the room. She stopped and looked at Huntress. There was a moment of silence, and then both girls broke out laughing.

Supergirl repositioned herself and began to swing the chain at the steel anal plug. She connected with her target the majority of the times. The times she missed, the chain tore into the exposed flesh of my ass. The times she connected with the large round base of the steel pipe up my ass, it sent reverberating shockwaves up into my guts.

Try though she might, even Supergirl could not drive the large steel butt plug any further into my ass. But she didn't fail for trying. As strong as the superheroine was, her mighty arm finally gave out.

Supergirl walked back to face me. She was bathed in sweat, her tight blue stretch top sticking to her wet body. She sat on the bar stool, breathing heavily. She spread her legs and raised her skirt. She was naked underneath. Her pussy was not shaven. She powerd her cunt onto my mouth. Her thick blonde bush tickled my face as I ate her.

I have always enjoyed eating shaved pussy more than natural bushes. No matter how careful, whenever I have wound up eating an unshaved cunt, I always end up chocking on stray pubic hairs.

Trimmed though her blonde bush was, Supergirl was no exception. With my mouth dry and my tongue tired, each stray pubic hair caused me to gag. Supergirl's only response was too grind her cunt harder into my mouth.

I suck and ate her cunt as hard as I could. I only wanted her to cum. I only wanted release. For once in my life, I only wanted my cunt eating to end.

Thankfully, at least her cunt was wet with pussy juices. I drank her pussy juices to slake my great thirst. As I licked her cunt, I used my tongue to tease her clit from under its hood. Her pussy lips peeked out slightly from her vulva. Supergirl became wetter and I drank the fragrant emissions of her cunt with relish.

As Supergirl came, her pussy juices were joined by her quim. The semi-thick white liquid flowed down my throat and dripped down my chin. I drank and swallowed all the cum that she gave me.

Supergirl did not pull away, as the previous four girls had, but rather she continued to ride my tongue. I used my tongue to clean her cunt, licking between the lips, down her slit, down to her ass. I was rewarded with another growing climax.

As her breathing became more labored, Supergirl wrapped her hands in my hair. Now she was moaning softly and thrusting her hip up into my mouth. Her thrusts became hard and faster. A moment later, she froze..arched her back...and came again.

Her second orgasm was as intense as the first, although it lasted longer. Again she filled me with her sweet sticky white quim. I lapped like a dog, licking and swallowing every drop.

"Good boy," Supergirl said with a smile. "You sure can eat pussy." I smiled up at her. She tousled my hair and got off the chair. She knelt down in front of me. She took the naked end of my cock and stroked her wet sopping cunt. Her copious cunt juices flowed down the big mushroom cock head, down the swollen purple shaft, down onto the tight steel rings, finally soaking my own shaven pubic area.

Supergirl took the mushroom head of my cock just inside her hot cunt. I could feel the radiant heat as if it was burning my raw penis. Up and down she stroked her cunt. Up against her clit, she rubbed the big mushroom penis head. So sensitive...so numb...I moaned...I groaned...oh god!

Supergirl slid my cock into her hot tight cunt. The top six inches of my cock that was naked, swollen and erect, slide smoothly into her pussy. She stopped when her cunt contacted the steel rings. Holding my cold cock inside her burning hot cunt, Supergirl took my face in her hands. Looking deeply into my eyes, she kissed me. Her tongue probed my mouth, swirling around my tongue. Then she sucked my tongue into her mouth, sucking until it felt like she would tear it from my throat.

Hot cunt juices flowed down my cock, coating its cold flesh with its steaming hot viscous fluid. Supergirl held my cock tight with her cunt, kaggling her pussy muscles, squeezing my cock.

Then she pulled herself off my cock. The cold air back on my cock made me want to scream...but I struggled to stay quite. My beautiful Supergirl, my love, my hot fucking cunt....

Supergirl lower her skirt, brushing it straight and flat. With a hint of sadness in her voice, she said, "Too bad, it such a waste of fine fucking flesh." She sighed, then as if almost a final resolve, she kicked me in the balls once more. I slumped to the ground, hanging from my arms.

Supergirl and Huntress kissed. Then Supergirl left.

After Supergirl left, Huntress looked at the wall clock. "Guess its about time," Huntress said. "Too bad we don't have time for about a dozen more sisters, but the final ceremony takes place at midnight."

Huntress turned the shock collar on again. Using the low voltage setting, she commanded me to stand. Fighting the pain, I struggled to my feet. I swayed unsteadily.

Huntress unlocked the ankle spreader. I moved my feet together and stood more solidly. Next she unfastened my arm chains. My arms fell weakly to my sides.

Reaching out to take the steel M that was attached to my nipple clips, she lead me out of the room. We went down the hall and back into the large meeting room. The room was still dimly lit. Elastic Man and Iron Man were already in the room. Both men looked extremely beaten. As bad as I felt, I hoped that I didn't look as bad as they did.

Virtually every rubber band had been snapped from Elastic Man's genitalia. The remnant rubber bands hung in shreds from his cock and balls. His body was covered with swollen welts and reding scars. His face was bruised and his eyes were blackened. Darkstar stood behind him with her pencil taser.

Iron Man's legs were gashed and reding. Now three heavy irons hung from his terribly stretched scrotum. The three appliances swung precariously between his legs. In order to avoid having the irons hitting his raw legs, Iron Man stood leaning slightly forward, legs spread wide. Invisible Girl stood off to one side of him, her transparent costume showing spots of sweat, cum and ...what...red? In the dim light it was not easy to discern.

As we waited the room filled with the rest of the Kappa sisters and the other kinks. I recognized Knockout, Polaris, and Rogue standing in a group, snickering and pointing toward me. As more people arrived I saw Supergirl and Miss America. The room was soon a circus of colored costumed women. Costumes of every description and design clad wild ruckus takesen, stoned, horny women. The room stank of sweat, red, cum and perfume.

Now all seven of our corresponding superheriones and us kinks were standing in a semi-circle in the center of the basement room. Covertly, we glanced around at each other. All of us kinks showed signs of whipping, beating, electrocution, and use. We stood quietly, submissively. The Kappa sisterhood had clearly shown, and impressed upon each of us, the dominance of women.

Each superherione bound the arms of her kink. Then the seven girls went around the circle, stopping before each kink. I glanced at the Thing, standing next to me. His big round face was a mess of streaked orange. It was obvious that he had cried his eyes out. His long thick orange cock was still standing straight and hard. It twitched and pulsed. Drops of cum were dripping from the slit of his cock. When Huntress moved over to him, he visible flinched as she reached around his back for his shock controller. He began to blubber and shake. Huntress smiled as she turned the shock controller on. Screaming, the Thing fell to the floor.

I didn't get much time to consider the Things fate, as Storm (my love lust Friane!) now held the controller to my shock collar. Like lighting, the electricity shot through my neck, nipples, cock and balls. I double over and dropped to my knees. I clenched my teeth and tried not to scream. Instead a strange strangled high-pitched whine escaped me.

The pain stopped. We were commanded to stand by the voice of Cat Woman. Around the circle the girls moved again. At each stop, each superherione would inflict some form of *** on the kink in front of her. From Barb Wire, I had my testicles torn by her barbwire covered wooden paddle. Poimister Ivy raked my testicles and cock with her thorns. Invisible Girl and Black Canary used my shock collar.

During the whole circular ordeal, Darkstar stood off to one side toying her taser. When all the other superherione had completed the circuit and were back beside their assigned kink, she slowly walked forward. With a look of evil enjoyment, Darkstar casually walked around the circle. One by one, as she stood in front of each kink, she held her pencil thin taser forth. One by one, she would jam the taser into their genitals and activate her toy. By the time it came my turn, I was shaking in total terror. As she raised the small cylinder toward my cock, Darkstar looked into my eyes and smiled.

The only solace was that is was over in an instant. The 20,000 volts shot through my cock and balls and I collapsed into ***ness.

When I awoke, I was in the back seat of a car. In a fog, I tried to focus my eyes. The driver turned around and looked at me. I heard Marsha's voice laughing back at me, as she asked, "Did you have a good time?" With that, all the girls started to laugh. "We sure did!" she chortled.

Friane, sitting in the front passenger seat, looked back at me. Still clad in her clinging black costume, she said laughingly, "I'm sure it's a night that you will never forget. You got enough voltage to light up the next girl you fuck as bright as a spotlight." She slyly looked at Cindy, sitting next to me.

Cindy was holding my bruised and beaten body next to hers. Her firm breasts pressed against the welts on my arm and shoulder. With one hand she gently reached down and lifted the heavy steel M that hung from my torn nipples. The alligator clips bit cruelly into the ripped flesh of my nipples. I moaned softly. Using her other hand, she reached down and stroked my ring-encased cock. It quickly sprang back to an erection. "I guess there wasn't too much damage, at least this still seems to work," she said sweetly.

Smiling down at my damaged body, Cindy leaned her head down against mine. "Hush now, we'll take all these restraints off you once we get home...shhh." I leaned against her and drifted off to relax.

Once at the house, the three girls striped off the *** devices that hung from my body. The steel rings stretching my balls were removed and my testicles shrank back into my scrotum. Using ice to make my cock flaccid, the girls slowly removed the 20 steel rings wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Lastly, they removed the alligator clips from my nipples.

Cindy took me to bed and spread cooling aloe vera on my raw flesh. Then she filled her hands and began to coat my cock. Immediately, my cock swelled to life...hard and engorged with red.

"Oh, you poor thing," Cindy cooed. She climbed on top of me and straddled my legs. Lifting her red Supergirl skirt, she exposed her naked wet pussy. Without another word, she impaled herself on my cock. As she rode me, she striped of her tight blue top. Her big 34-D tits filled my vision. In rhythm with her thrusts, her firm round tits bounced up and down on her tiny torso.

Cindy was very wet. Soon I was coated with her pussy juices. My cock, which had been restrained for so very long, continued to refute an ejaculate. The pain...the pleasure. I arched my back and begged her to fuck me harder.

Like some sex starved Valkyrie, Cindy placed her hands on my redy thighs and rode me like a pony. She pulled all the way up off my cock and then slammed her tiny body back down on my shaft. My cock collided with her vagina, hitting the deepest depth of her twat.

"Oh god, please...fuck me...fuck me..." I cried. Cindy started to thrust her hips back and forth, in combination with her up and down fucks. My bruised and swollen testicles slapped up against her ass.

As she rode me, she shook her hair about, cascading it over my sore, raw nipples. Feeling my climax start to build, she lean forward and placed her hands on either side of my head. Her long blonde hair fell down over my face.

Cindy raised her body up and pushed her ass backward. She powerd her clit to ride on the top of my shaft as it penetrated her cunt. She used her cunt to clamp down on my cock, kaggling the thick mass of meat.

We came together. I ejaculated hot jets of thick molten cum up deep into her cunt. She released streams of hot quim, out her pussy, down the length of my swollen cock, coating my stomach and groin.

I came harder than I could ever remember. My ejaculation was something that racked my entire body. It felt like it would go on forever....I wanted it to go on forever.

Finally, I was cumming no more, and Cindy slowly collapsed on top of me. Her gentle weight felt good against my beaten body. Her soft fragrant hair lay across my face. Her perfume filled my senses. I wrapped my arms around her small body, holding her soft smooth skin against mine. How I loved her...We slept all through the night that way, cheek-to-cheek, chest-to-chest, my cock buried deep inside her...

Once I was moving, I moved quickly. Oh, god just let me get to the car. I felt as if the entire world was watching me. As it turned out, it was only the neighbor lady.

"Hello there. My, isn't he darling." Mrs. Andrews said.

I was standing at the car door. I looked up directly into her eyes. Mrs. Annie Andrews was standing by her fence, not four feet away, smiling sweetly at me.

"Yes, cute isn't he," Friane replied. "And thank you so much for the use of your corselet."

"Anything for you girls," Mrs. Andrews said. With a big smile on her face, Annie continued, "He fills that out better than I do." As she said this, she looked down covertly at her own massive set of 36-DD tits. "I hope your Halloween party goes well. By the way, what's the theme?" Annie said.

"Ah, its...a drag party, you know, where all the boys get to play out their fantasies of dressing like a girl," Friane said. "And, he'll return your corselet as soon as the parties over, wouldn't you Slut?"

I could have died. The two women just stood there waiting for me to say something. I finally managed to stutter, "Oh, yes...ah, Annie...I'll return you lingerie as soon as I can...thank you."

Annie took a step closer. She gave me a strange look, as if she knew exactly what was going on. "No hurry. Take your time. Just stop by when you're done," she said. Then she gave me a knowing wink...slightly opening her mouth and licking her lips.

A chill went up my spine. Dear Jesus, where was this going? Not that Mrs. Andrews wasn't an attractive woman for someone of her age (I guessed about 34), but the look she gave me was like a kid eyeing a candy bar on Halloween.

"Well we have to go! Thanks again, Annie. I'll have him back to you later today! Thanks!" Friane said. Turning to me she said, "Get in the car you filthy slut!" Friane turned to Mrs. Andrews and waved. I was sure Mrs. Andrews had clearly heard Friane's order to me.

As the car moved along the roadway, I recognized that we were headed toward the sorority house again. Given last night's party and the bizarre events, particularly given my current drag dress, I was dreading our destination.

As Friane pulled up to the sorority house everything looked quiet. I wasn't surprised, given that last night's party had ended just a few hours ago. Without any delay, Friane got out of the car and ordered me to follow her in through the basement entrance.

Even in the light of day, the large meeting room in the basement looked ominous. As we entered the room, it was strewn with the litter of the previous night. What was more ominous were the other people in the room.

As I looked around I saw six other guys, all dressed in drag outfits similar to my own. Like the party of the previous night, the room was a myriad of color. Red, blue, pink, black, green, and orange outfits were spread across the room. A glance at each color spectrum revealed a guy in some feminized fashion; corsets, bustiers, or teddies. Although the colors and types of feminization varied, the one constant was that we all had enormously huge breast and were made up lick cheap whores.

At first I didn't make any connection to the night before, but then I saw the round baby face of the Thing, only now he was dressed in a pick bustier with matching panties, nylons and pumps. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. The thought occurred to me that we were all in for some variation of the despotic treatment we had endured the night. I suddenly felt every bruise, cut, welt and torn bit of flesh acutely.

As if in concert with last night, a tall black haired girl was standing ready to meet us. I recognized her as the same girl that had been Cat Woman the night before. Now she stood before us in a terry cloth robe.

"Welcome back to the Kappa house. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves last night as much as we did." She looked around at the mass of drag queen, an evil smile upon her face. "My name is Susan and as the pledge class Hegamon I will be giving you today's assignments."

Susan proceeded to read off a list of work assignments. Five of the guys were sent to various areas of the house to vacuum, sweep and clean the mess from last night's party. Soon, only the Thing and I had not been assigned.

"Lastly, as you two tied for best score last night, you two get the special assignment," Susan said. Smiling sweetly, she said, "Each of you will get one of the two dorm house bathrooms."

Friane lead me down the same hallway that I had walked the night before. I saw the Huntress's room at the hallway's end. About halfway down the hall she took me into the bathroom.

I noticed right away that it was a girls' bathroom. Four-toilet stall, with doors, four showers, six sinks and lots of counter space. Not a urinal in sight.

At one end of the counter a barber-type chair was setting. Next to it was a small wooden stool. A small table held two tubs of cool whip, an espresso machine, a bong, and two razors. Friane told me to be seated on the wooden stool.

"It a good thing that you were one of the winners last night," Friane told me. "This is the best assignment by far."

As I sat on the wooden stool, a girl came into the bathroom. "Hi, Frannie," she said. The two girls kissed softly on the lips. "Nice to see you back again," she said to me. As she peeled off her robe, I saw Marry's naked body for the first time.

Of course, I had seen her working out many times and I had seen her in her Knockout costume of last night, but this was the first time that I saw her completely naked. The bright red hair on her head matched the curly red hair around her cunt. Her skin looked ghostly white against the bright red hair. Her tits were large upon her small frame, with large reddish-brown aureoles about the size of half-dollars.

Marry blew me a kiss and stepped into one of the showers. As I heard the water turned on, Friane began to give me my detailed instructions.
"Now, you first job today will be as a barber," Friane said. I looked at the razors and then back at her. Before I could phrase my question, she continued.

"As each girl completes her shower, your job will be to shave their cunts." Friane smiled as the frown spread on my face. "That's right. You will shave every girls cunt, and you had better not miss a hair, or...god forbid!...nick or cut anyone!" Friane gave me a piercing look as she admonished me.

"If anyone gets so much as a nick, you'll think last night was a love fest compared to the punishment you will get!" Friane said.

"As you have probably noticed, there is no shave cream, only whipped cream. So, you will use the whipped cream as the shave lubricant." Friane paused to make sure that I understood her instructions. Satisfied with my head nod, she continued, "After the shave, you will clean up any remaining whipped cream from their cunts with your tongue."

I looked at the two razors and the two tubs of whipped cream. The two massive tits stuck out from my body like two blimps. With those two mammoth mammaries there was no way that I could handle a razor. Besides, the pain in my nipples from the spring paper clips was excruciating. I glanced at my shaking hands.

"Hey, pay attention!" Friane chided me. "Now, after each shave, you will get one espresso to wash down any hair or whipped cream that you ingest. And, if you do a very good job, you will get a hit off the bong. Do you understand?" she asked.

I looked at her with a pleading expression. Seeing no reciprocating look, I mutely nodded "yes".

About that time, Marry stepped from the shower and began to dry herself off. Finishing with the towel, Marry slipped her robe back on. She came over to the reclining chair and climbed in. Pulling her knees up, Marry spread her legs, exposing her red haired cunt before me.

I looked at the razors and the whipped cream. I wasn't at all sure that I was up to this. With shaking hand, I took a dollop of the cream and began to spread it over her cunt. I took care to cover the entire groin area, from her lower abdomen, all around the lips of her cunt, and down to the crack of her ass. I looked up into her eyes. Marry was smiling broadly.

Even as I reached for the razor, the bathroom door burst open and two more sorority sisters walked in. One was my blonde Mystique of last night, Beth. The other was a tall brunette. I was pretty sure that the brunette was the same girl that had been dressed as Miss America from last night.

"Hey Slut, I haven't got all day! Get you ugly ass busy or you'll get another treatment like last night. Got it bitch?" Marry growled. I picked up the razor.

I eased myself up between her legs and gently began to run the razor up her inner thighs. I took care to trim all the perimeter pubic hair before moving in upon her cunt. I found that the whipped cream was not a very good shaving cream. I had to exert considerable pressure with the razor in order to get the hair to come off.

Marry spread her legs as wide apart as she could, at least thereby allowing me full access to her cunt. Even so, as I attempted to shave her around her pussy, I found myself restricted. The main problem about wedging myself between her legs were my huge tits. Not only was their massive weight distracting me by cutting the bra straps deeply into my shoulders, but also their mass swayed and bobbed with my every movement. Each movement of my arm would send them jiggling and bouncing. Each movement of my body would send them swaying back and forth.

In addition, simply because of their enormous size, I was having extreme difficultly seeing around the massive mammaries. As I struggled to razor around Marry's cunt, I had to constantly shift my upper torso back and forth to move my tits out of the way.

Marry was obviously enjoying my predicament. "Nice set of tits you got there bitch." When I didn't reply, but rather continued to concentrate on shaving her twat, she reached out and slapped me along side the head. "I'm talking to you Slut."

"Yes, mama." I answered.

"Yes what bitch?" Marry queried.

"Yes, mama, I have a nice set of tits," I replied.

Marry raised her ass and offered it to my face. "Make sure you shave all the way up my ass crack as well Pretty," she said.

I abandoned my efforts to shift my body to facilitate my tits. Instead I pressed my biceps together, as I were attempted to create better cleavage, and stained my neck forward. I used both hands now, one hand stretching the soft nether region skin and the other hand working the razor.

It took a while and I had to work the razor in all directions to get the soft nonresistant pubic hair. I had to be extremely careful as I shaved ever so softly around the outer cunt and vulva.

By the time I was done, my upper shoulders and back were *******ing me. The strain of the painstaking work and the painful tearing from my massive tits had my back screaming.

"Hurry up, I'm getting cold," Marry bitched. "Lick my cunt clean."

I leaned in, my huge tits pressed against her ass, the small black steel paper clips cutting into my reding nipples. I lapped up and down, using my tongue like a sponge. I licked the insides of her thighs up to her cunt. I licked up from the crack of her ass, all around the smooth pink pussy lips. I ended by powering my tongue up into her clit, flicking a last bit of whipped cream from her pussy.

As I licked and swallowed, I gagged on the occasional stray pubic hair. Even though I had struggled to remove all the shaved hair with the razor, it was inevitable that some of the cut hairs remained in the remnant whipped cream.

By the time I had finished her shave and licking, Marry's cunt was oozing quim. A small stream of translucent milky white cum was pooling at the base of her pussy. With my head still nestled between her legs, I glanced up at her. Marry smiled and raised her ass off the chair. The message was obvious.

As I powerd my face down under her ass, I licked up all the spend cum. Once I had the chair cleaned, I used my tongue to lick the length of her cunt crack, cleaning up all the remaining quim.

As I sat up, I saw that Friane was busy video taping my work. She lowered the camera and said, "I'll just add this footage to you ever growing videography" Friane then handed me a small espresso. I downed the hot black liquid like a shot.

The scalding liquid burned my throat. But, it also washed the stray pubic hairs out of my throat. The caffeine also gave me a mental and physical jolt.

Friane looked at Marry. "Good enough for a hit?" she asked.

Marry looked at me, teasing me with a vixen grin. "Well,...ok." Then looking at me, she said, "You owe me and I will collect, Slut. Give him the hit."

Friane raised the bong to my mouth and lit the bowl. I took a huge lung full of sweet weed. I held the smoke inside until it felt like my lungs would explode. Then, just as I started to exhale, Friane clamped her soft beautiful lips onto my and boggarted the smoke.

Beth climbed into the chair as soon as Marry got out. I looked sheepishly at the pretty blonde. I wondered what she thought of me now, dressed like some matronly drag whore. I flashed back to the night that I fucked her and her two Siamese blonde clones.

That night I was a fucking machine, a fucking stud...fucking those three nubile nymphs, even as Brad, Steve and Charlie fucked my lovely Cindy. That night I had been a man, a hard 10-inch fucking cock. Now, here I sat in front of her...my cock strapped up between my legs, a dildo up my ass, tits on my chest, make-up like a two-dollar whore...shaving her cunt.

"Don't you look cute!" Beth said. "I wish my tits were that big." She wrapped her hand around each side of her pert 34-C breasts and pushed them together. The quarter size pink nipples stuck out hard and rigid.

"Hey, cut the cuckolds brownie and hurry up! I don't have all day." Miss America said from behind Beth. I looked up at the brunette. She was fingering her cunt under her towel.

"Amy never was too patient." Beth said, referring to the brunette. "Maybe you had better get busy, there's a lot go girls behind me."

I had been so obsessed, concentrating on shaving Marry's cunt that I hadn't notice all the other girls entering the bathroom. Now, besides Beth and Amy, there were three other girls. Two were in the showers and the other was just taking off her towel. I paused to ogle the thin sandy haired baby that was disrobing. Long legs, tight ass, nice large round tits...

"Hey bitch," Friane hissed at me, "no time for sightseeing."

I glanced up at Friane, and then turned back to Beth. Beth had her shapely legs draw up and spread wide at the knees. Her cunt was already shaven smooth, with just a haze of new growth. I immediately began to lather a coat of whipped cream onto her cunt. The white lubricant began to melt as if hitting a hot stove. My nostrils were filled with the smell of melting cool whip and steaming pussy.

My second cunt of the day, Beth's, went smoother and faster. The caffeine had powerd me awake. After Marry's cunt, I had developed a technique to work around my massive tits. The marijuana was helping me to relax. Lastly, as Beth's cunt was already mostly shaven, it was an easier job.

I finished Beth in short time. I languished more than required, allowing myself to lick and suck her fine sweet cunt. As I thrust my tongue up against her clit and licked her to an orgasm, I hoped that I might someday get to fuck her again.

Friane gave me my espresso. This time I drank it with a small regret. I had no pubic hair to wash down and I relished the sweet taste of Beth's cum on my tongue. Friane could have cared less about my wishes, as she pressed the hot black liquid into my mouth.

Beth was extremely happy with the shave. She made me promise that I would shave her again. I eagerly agreed. Beth made sure that I got a monster hit off the bong. This time she shared the hit, wrapping her soft sweet lips tightly against mine. Beth reached forward and massaged my faux tits as we shared the smoke. She pressed my tits up against my chest, working the pudding filled balloons as if they were flesh. She ended our pot kiss by using her tongue to lick the small hollow of my neck. Chills ran up and down my spine. My cock, even tightly bound as it was, began to fill with red and grow erect.

The pain from my cock was considerable, as my engorged flesh began to fight with the leather straps encasing it. Beth clearly understood the effect that she was having on me. She looked deeply into my eyes and watched as I fought the pain. Smiling, she leaned into me and kissed me again. "Maybe next time sweetie. I can't wait to get the log of yours back in my pussy," she said. Then caresses my cheek with her hand, she climbed out of the chair.

"Clean that chair first before I get in it," Amy demanded. I looked at the chair. It was coated with a mixture of sweat, cum and whipped cream. Noting the tone of her voice and knowing that most of the cum was Beth's, I quickly began to lap the worn fabric clean.

When I had finished licking the chair set, Friane took a damp towel and wiped the seat a second time. Seeming satisfied, Amy climbed into the chair.

When seated, Amy drabbed her long legs up over my shoulders. She didn't bother to spread her legs, but reached out and grabbed me by the neck and powerd me up between her legs. Luckily, Amy had her cunt also shaved, except for a small tuft of heart shaped hair at the apex of her clit.

Amy, aka Miss America was a truly beautiful woman. Although my preference ran to blondes, this brunette was stunning. The long soft brunette hair framed her delicately face. Her hazel eyes were penetrating as she looked down at me between her thighs. I shaved her tuft of hair with, now, practiced strokes. As soon as the hair was removed, I used my tongue to clean the remaining whipped cream away. I lightly licked the length of her cunt, pausing to probe up into her clit. I distinctly remembered the flavor of her cunt from last night.

Amy's juices were flowing freely as I licked her cunt. Her sweet pussy juices washed down my throat. As I finished cleaning her, Amy said, "Looks like you need to fix your make up."

I glanced at a mirror. I looked like a well-fucked tramp. My lipstick was smeared, my hair was askew. My face was flushed, but with excitement, not blush.

Friane gave me my third espresso. Amy gave me my third bong hit. By now I was fully revved up caffeine. If not for the offsetting buzz of the pot, I would have been bouncing off the walls.

I was beginning to get the shakes in my hand again. Although now it was from the caffeine, not the stress or terror of having to shave a bunch of pussies.

I shaved a dozen girls that morning, the entire western hall of the Kappa dorm (the same portion of the dorm that I had served the night before). Besides Marry, Beth and Amy (aka, Knockout, Mystique and Miss America), I also did Rogue, Polaris and Supergirl, (now revealed as Rene, April, and Sue respectively). I especially enjoyed doing Supergirl/Sue, as she so closely resemred my lovely Cindy.

The one other girl that I recognized was the very last cunt that I shaved. That cunt belonged to none other than the other Huntress. As the athletically built girl climbed into the chair and spread her long lean legs, she introduced her self again.

As the raven hair beauty reclined, she said, "Hi, I'm Karen. Do you remember me?"

I nodded my head yes, too afraid to speak. This was the girl, the woman who had so severely ***d me the night before. I looked at the razor in my hand. For a moment a wild thought of revenge crossed my caffeine, have hazed mind.

As if reading my thoughts, Karen said, "If didn't enjoy last night you had better be extra careful doing your duties now. One small nick...one small slip...and you'll be a neutered drag queen for the rest of you short life."

The threat was deadly effective. I quickly gave not another thought to anything but doing my very best shave job. I took painstaking effort to be soft, gently and thorough.

As I licked Karen's cunt clean from the last visages of pubic hair and whipped cream, she complimented me. "Very nice job. I knew that you could follow orders after last night's fun-and-games." Looking at Friane, she said, "Give him an extra hit before he begins cleaning the toilets."

Getting out of the chair, Karen gave me a French kiss. "Good boy. Come back again and maybe I'll let you stick that big thick cock up this smooth soft pussy."

When Karen left the bathroom, it was just Friane and me. Friane turned off the camera and then told me that I had to clean the bathroom. She pointed to a tray beneath one of the toilets. It had a pair of latex gloves, a sponge, a toilet brush, and some liquid cleaner. "I'll be back in an hour. You had better had this place spotless...unless you want to go visit Karen's room again." Smiling at me, Friane headed out the door.

For the next hour, I crawled around the bathroom cleaning. Fortunately, it was a girl's bathroom and so it was much cleaner to start with. No piss on the floor from some guy missing the toilet, no three-week's worth of soap scum in the showers, etc.

I had just finishing the last stall when Friane came back. Walking around the bathroom, she gave it a brief inspection. "Nice work Slut. All that cleaning experience at the house seems to have paid off. Now, put that stuff back under the toilet. We need to get going."

Without further ado, I returned the cleaning supplies and got up off the floor. Friane lead me out of the house and to her car. We climbed in. "It's getting late. Time to return your clothes to Annie my little Cinderella," Friane said with a big smile.

No sooner had the liquid touched his pants, than the three girls were on top of him. Cindy made as if to pick the glass up, "accidentally" spilling the remaining liquid onto is shirt. Marsha and Friane were using their hands to brush the wetness from his pants, only succeeding in spreading the liquid and further stiffening his already burgeoning erection..

Cory tried to stand up, but even as he began to utter a verbal protest the three girls' chatter overrode him. Cindy told him to take off his clothes before the cuckold water stained the uniform. Marsha and Friane were already unbuckling his pants.

I watched in awed admiration as the three women manipulated him. He was helpless. One moment he was a police officer questioning suspects about a traffic infraction, and the next he was being stripped naked by three demure girls.

I must say that he didn't really appear to put up that much of a struggle. Once his gun belt clattered to the floor, he verbal protest ceased.. Cindy fairly ripped off his shirt. Marsha unzipped his pants, and Friane had them down to his ankles in a flash. Next came his underwear. Like a trained pit crew, the three girls had him stripped like a new born babe in less than 3 minutes.

Cory looked back at me. I could do nothing but smile and only shrug. I knew the power of these three fem-fatals. Cindy was leading him to the bedroom by the hand, while Friane was leading by the cock. Marsha followed swinging his nightstick.

Marsha brought the long black club down across my ass, also whipping me into the bedroom. "Come on pussy, now you can watch a real man fuck," she said to me.

As I stumred into the bedroom, Cory was already down on his back on the bed. Cindy had pushed her tits out of the top of her bustier and was sitting astride Cory's stomach. She leaned forward, lifting her tits between her hands and pressing the protruding nipples into his mouth. The only sounds that Cory was making now were muted moans of presentation.

Marsha had Cory's handcuff keys and freed my hands. Moving to the bed, she raised Cory's arms up to the headboard. He seemed oblivious as she handcuffed his arms to the board above his head.

Meanwhile, Friane was busy working his cock with her hands. She was using one hand to squeeze and pull his balls and using the other hand to twist and pump his cock. Soon his shaft was coated with his pre-cum. With her other hand, Friane pulled and twist his scrotum until it was distended and red.

Marsha came back to me. She leaned in to me. "Rub your pussy, Slut," she told me. When I hesitated, she took my left hand and powerd it up under the corset. Using her hand to guide mine, she stroked the shaft of my harnessed cock. Using long strokes, she moved my hand from the base of my cock all the way back and up to the bulbous mushroom shaped head. She continued to use my hand, in hers, to rub my "pussy" until my panties were wet with my oozing cum.

Cindy had moved up Cory's body and was sitting on his chest. With one knee on each side of his head, she had her cunt on his face. Leaning back, her long blonde hair flowing loosely behind her, she was rhythmically thrusting her hips back and forth. I looked closer, seeing Cory's tongue sticking out of is mouth. He was curling his tongue up and out, snaking it into Cindy's cunt and against her clit. His face was shiny with a mixture of saliva and pussy juices.

By this time Friane was busy sucking on Cory's cock. Her saliva coated his cock, running down the shaft and dripping from his balls. Now her left hand was up between his ass checks, her middle finger thrusting in and out of his ass. Her right hand was still working the shaft of his cock, pumping up and down, twisting around the shaft like a corkscrew.

I was so obsessed with the scene that I had lost the fact that Marsha had left me. I was still stroking my harnessed cock, even as if her hand still guided me. It was only when I felt her powering me to bend over forward at the waist that I realize that she was no longer masturbating me.

As she powerd me to bend over, I continued to work my cock with my hand. When Marsha pulled my hand away from my throbbing hard-on, I moaned with frustration. I looked back at Marsha.

"Good little cunt. You want to get fucked?" Marsha sneered. She was standing behind me, total naked, having removed her corset. Her torso was shimmering with sweat. Her full round tits were rising and falling in cadence with her rapid heated breathing. Around her waist was strapped her favorite cock, Intruder, her big 12-inch black latex dildo. The big black cock, its shaft a twisted mass of faux viens and bulges, twitched up and down as if alive. A moan of perverted lust escaped my throat. Like a bitch in heat, I pushed my pussy, my ass back toward her throbbing cock. "Say it bitch. Tell me that you want me to fuck you." Marsha demanded again.

"Arrhh...fuck me, please fuck me," I moaned. I attempted to move my ass onto her bobbing cock. I was frustrated as my own cock was still strapped between my legs and the hard steel dildo was still rammed up my ass.

"Watch your girlfriend cum. Watch him eat Cindy's pussy," Marsha told me. I turned and watched as Cindy rode Cory's mouth. Now Cindy was tossing her head from side to side, her breathing shallow and labored. Small moans came from her throat, deep and feral. Her hands were placed back on his upper thighs. Her legs were flared wide apart. Her hips had been moved forward and her full cunt now covered his face, from nose to chin.

I felt Marsha rip the panties from my ass and pop the cock harness free. My cock and balls sprang forward, opening my sphincter to her. With hardly a heartbeat, Marsha reached up and ripped the heavy steel cock from my ass. For only a moment, my ass...my pussy...felt void and empty...and then Marsha was ramming her long thick black cock into me.

I stumred forward, my head bumping into Friane. Friane raised her head, Cory's hard cock momentarily popping free from her ministrations. Friane tore the tiny thong from her cunt and knelt on the bed. She thrust her ass up and back into my face. Twisting my head downward, I moved my mouth onto her cunt. Thrusting my lower jaw forward, I was able to work my tongue up into her pussy. I was rewarded by a stream of hot, tart pussy juice.
Like some bizarre chain gang bang, we fucked. Cindy began to cum, riding harder and faster on Cory's mouth. Friane sucked and pumped Cory's cock, feeling it swell and then began to shot hot jets of thick salty cum into her mouth. I tongue fucked Friane, snaking my tongue up into her cunt, takeing her pussy juices. Marsha rode my ass...fucked my cunt...riding me...verbally berating me...like some harlot valkarie...beating my prostrate with her hugh rubber cock...as I came...ejaculating down the backs of Friane's legs.

Like a deflated human balloon, we collapsed upon each other. For a while no one moved. We simply lie there. Then, slowly, Cindy climbed off Cory's face. Friane released Cory's cock, now semi-hard and covered with spit and cum., and stood up. Lastly, Marsha pulled her cock from my ass. As I began to rise, Marsha pushed me back down, leaving me bend over the foot of the bed.

Marsha was still horny. She was the only one who had still not cum. That was not acceptable. Moving forward, she grabbed Cory by the balls. With a vicous twisting pull, she said, "Now fucking pig, you fuck me." She swung her body around, her ass above his head, and dropped her dripping cunt onto his face.

You could see Cory struggling for breath. He fought against his bonds, but the handcuffs held him fast. Marsha raised her ass off his face. "Eat me," she commanded. When Cory failed to respond immediately, Marsha smashed her round full ass down on his nose and mouth again. With his air cut off, Cory fought again.

Marsha continued to power her ass over Cory's airways, until he began to grew limp, no longer fighting. It was then, and only then, that Marsha again rose from his face. "I said eat me pig!"

Still obligation for air, Cory lifted his head and pressed his lips against her cunt. With his nose up her ass crack, fighting for every fetid breath, Cory began to eat her pussy.

I was watching Cory thrusting his tongue up into Marsha, ever struggling to work his tongue down onto her clit. My voyeurism was interrupted by Marsha's voice. "Lick his cock and get it hard for me."

I glance up at her. For just the briefest of moments I dared hope that she was not addressing me. But,still bent over and seeing her looking at me, I knew better. I didn't think that I hesitated, but even before my lips could wrap around his cock, I felt the sting of a belt across my ass.

I worked to get him hard...fast. I knew I had no alternative. I took no great joy in sucking this man's cock, so I resigned myself to getting him hard as quickly as possible.

I used every trick that I knew. I imagined that it was my cock and thought what best would work. I licked the shaft along the underside, being rewarded with the taste of Friane's saliva and Cory's cum. I cupped his testicles in my hand, gently pulling and rolling them about. I moved to the cock head, taking the mushroom bulb into my mouth and sucking on it. I dribred saliva around the shaft, coating his cock and pumping the shaft with my other hand. I worked my tongue into the slit of his penis, plunging my tongue inside his cock. All this and still he remained semi-hard.

All the while, my ass was being whipped. I saw Cindy walking around the bed with a video camera, filming Marsha fucking Cory's face and me sucking his cock. I assumed that Friane was beating my ass...my sweet seductive Friane.

Damn...I was suffering because this prick couldn't get it up twice. I was pissed. I took it up a notch.

I took my hand and rammed three fingers up Cory's ass. I twisted them and fucked him...hard. I raked his cock shaft with my teeth. I bite down on around the head of his cock. I squeezed his balls, tore at his scrotum.

Whether my actions finally aroused him or whether he sensed, rightly, that if he didn't get it up and quick, that I was going to chew his cock off...finally he began to get hard. As I continued to deep throat him, I gagged on his cock as it grew longer and larger in my mouth.

When I gauged that he was hard enough to penetrate Marsha's cunt, I raised my head off his cock. Tears were running down my face. Tears of pain from my reding ass, tears of offense from sucking this guy's cock, tears from obligation for breath as his cock was being rammed down my throat, tears of hatred against Marsha my arch nemises.

As I pulled my head off Cory's cock and looked up, I gazed into Marsha's malevolent stare. I could see the cold satisfaction...the perverse joy that she took in making me do these disgusting demented things.

Marsha's right hand came hard across my check, bringing more tears to my eyes. "Back off Slut. Now see how a real woman fucks a cock." Marsha piroited round, pushing her ass in my face, power me back off Cory's cock. "Don't go yet bitch. Lick my ass as I fuck this prick pig," Marsha chortled.

As Marsha slid her cunt over Cory's cock, she began to ride him hard. Sensing that his erection had come slowly, Marsha knew that it would take a good deal of time for him to ejaculated again. She intended to get the most from her belated fuck.

The bed bounced and groaned as Marsha vicously rode Cory's cock. She slammed her full weight into every downward thrust. At the top of each withdrawl, she would twist her hips and ram herself back down onto his meat. At one point, I heard a cracking sound from Cory's cock, as his rigid organ caught and snapped under one of Marsha's downward thrusts. He cried out, only to have Marsha increase her tempo.

Marsha raked his chest with her fingernails, carving flesh from his chest. Rivels of red ran from the wounds. She dug her nails into his nipples, savaging his breasts. The more his cried out, the more vicious her attacks became.

I had tried to power my tongue up her ass as Marsha demanded. But after the first several impalements, her motions were too violent to allow me to keep my tongue in contact. As her focus switched to Cory, she didn't seem to notice.

Marsha was screaming at Cory. "Fuck me you bastard...fuck my cunt you pig...fuck me...FUCK ME!" As she began to climax, she leaned forward and bite down onto Cory's nipples. He screamed. Marsha was cumming. She had her hands in his hair, pulling and slamming his head, rising and slamming back down onto his cock.

As much as I hated Marsha, I couldn't help but think of my own power fucks and I watched her fuck this helpless man. My cock was hard.

As Marsha rode through her climax, her throngs of extacy ebbed. As Marsha sagged forward, Friane ceased whipping my ass. Cindy continued to film Cory.

Marsha climbed off Cory, grabbed my hand and headed for the bathroom. In the bathroom, Marsha powerd me to my knees and spread her legs over me. "Clean me Slut," she demanded. I stuck my tongue in her distended cunt, sucking and swallowing the warm sticking mess of cum and quim. The quantity of Marsha's quim was as copius as ever, if lacking in quality of flavor.

As I knelt beneath Marsha, cleaning her cunt, I heard the sound of Friane addressing Cory. She began by asking him if he had enjoyed himself. When he failed to answer, I heard the whistle of the belt cutting the air and then cutting into him. His response was a string of profanity...a bad choice, as I knew. Again and again Friane whipped him as he swore.

Finally, stupid as the fucking police pig that he was, he seemed to realize that swearing at Friane was only going to leave him a redy mess of welts. Cory stopped swearing. He told Friane, "Yes, I enjoyed myself." The tone in his voice was less than convincing.

I heard the belt whip down again. From the scream, I deduced that it had landed on his testicle or his cock. "That would be Yes Mistress, I enjoyed myself PLEASE", Friane snarled.

I thought that he might resist, trying to be a tough cop, but I heard an immediate reply from Cory, "Yes Mistress, I enjoyed myself, please."

"Good boy," I heard Cindy say. "Now, we have this all on tape. So shut up and listen up. You are going to forget all about anything happening today. No traffic incident, no guy in drag, not even this sex. In fact, from now on, you're going to be our own little pet police. Got that?"

I listen to the silence. Then I heard Cory say, "You fucking bitches are crazy. You're all going to jail, including your faggot boyfriend."

Chapter 11: Neighbor Annie

As Friane pushed me out the door, she said, "Hurry. You were supposed to be over at Annie's an hour ago!" As I stumred down the stairs, the door slammed closed behind me.

It was nearly dark. Good ... perhaps no one would see me standing outdoors dressed in a woman's corset. Or, perhaps if they did see someone, they wouldn't know that it was me. But then again, what other 6-foot tall, cheap whore looking, semi-naked permister would be coming out of Cindy's house? All three of the women that lived here were petite girls, none over 5'6" or 110 pounds. No one could mistake this gigantism as one of them.

On the other hand it was bad. It was damn cold in October as the sun went down. Traces of snow were on the ground. I was dressed in nothing more than one layer of stretch latex, panties and nylons. If my nipples hadn't been hard from the clamps already on them, the cold certainly would have done the job.

I looked at the door. I was not getting back in. I looked at the neighbor's house. Most of the house was dark. There was a single porch light at the rear door. I hoped that Annie was still home waiting for me.

I slowly waddled down the stairs. I never got very good at walking in a spiked heels. I slipped slightly, almost going down. If Annie were mad that I was late returning her lingerie, she certainly would be pissed off if I came back with mud all over it. I moved slower.

Down the walkway. Across the parking area. Down the alley. Around the fence. Through the gate. Up the stairs. Annie's door. It seemed that it had taken forever. I was sure that at least one permister had been looking out the window as I moved through the twilight. I couldn't tell if the face in the window had been male or female. What I was sure of was that someone had watched my entire journey from across the alley. I racked my memory. Who lived there? I seemed to recall some other college kids. Oh god...I hoped not.

I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked harder. I heard footsteps approach.

"Who is it?" Damn her. It was Annie asking. Who the fuck did she think it was? Couldn't she just look out the glass and see?

"Ah, its me," I said.

"Me who?" Annie replied.

"Me Slut," I said. I hoped that Annie knew and recalled that was the feminine name that Cindy had given my drag permistera.

I waited. No reply. Oh god. I hoped that I didn't have to say my real name.

Still no reply. I started, "Its .." and the door opened.

"Sorry for the delay homey, but I had to straighten a few things up. You're awfully late you know," Annie said. "I expected you hours ago. You know it's not polite for a lady to be late."

I stepped in through the open door. My eyes had to adjust to the low light. Inside the house only a number of candles burned.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw a mirror reflection of myself looking back at me. Annie stood before me in a matching body corset. I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, it was her corset I was wearing. Matching blonde hair, heavy dark makeup, both the same height in our stiletto pumps (Annie's six-inch heels to my 4-inch heels). Other than the fact that my tits were about 40-DDs and Annie's were 36-DDDs, and that I was obviously half again as heavy, we could have been clones.

Annie was a pretty gregarious, 30-something woman. At 5'10" and about 130 pounds, Annie looked a lot like Anna Nicole Smith. Not that Annie was fat or anything. Rather she looked like Anna Nicole used to look, back in her Playboy days. No, Annie was just the big, strong Norwegian farm girl type.

I first met Annie the same day that I first came to Cindy's house. Cindy, Marsha and I had just stepped outside, after smoking a few big bowls and slamming some tequila. Annie lived next door and was in her back yard. She was carrying a huge basket of wet clothes to hang out to dry. As an athelet, weight lifter, and all-around jock, I was impressed by the way her biceps bulged under the heavy load. She walked tall and straight, with a light bouncy step, as if the heavy wet clothes weighted nothing at all.

We struck up a conversation with Annie as she hung up the clothes. I learned that Annie was the only girl in her family and that she had four brothers. She had been raised on a farm in northern Minnesota. I don't' recall why, perhaps it was because the three of us were stoned, buzzed and had just been doing some heavy petting, or maybe it was because Annie was hanging out some pretty risqué lingerie, but the conversation soon turned to...what else...sex.

Annie acknowledged that, as a farm girl, she had learned about sex early. She said that she had watched (and I guessed perhaps more than watched) horses, cattle, goats, and all kinds of natural fuck. Having four brothers, Annie indicated that she had developed a view on the "facts-of-life" tainted under a definite male perspective.

Annie was married. Her husband, George, was a burly, 220 pound, 6'2", tattooed, biker-type, hairy Danish guy. I had laughed when she told us that she called him her "Great Dane". Hearing my laughter, her face had turned strangely solemn...almost hard... and she asked me what was so funny? No expecting her reaction to my quizzical smirk, I was at a loss for an answer. Feeling a bit stoned, buzzed, and a bit paranoid that I may have somehow offended her, I mumred an apology. Annie just stared at me, as if assessing and measuring me. Then, just like that she was smiling again. She said, "Well all men as just basically naturals, like dogs...don't you agree?" Annie was looking at me, but seemed to address the question to Cindy. Cindy and Marsha looked at each other and smiled. Then all three of the women broke at laughing.

That first conversation had been almost a year ago, and months before Cindy and Marsha began their kinky games powering me into the role of their drag slave/maid. In retrospect, perhaps that first joke had been more at my expense than I realized.

"Come this way dear?" Annie said. I followed her into the dimly lighted living room. "Sit down", she directed.

We sat on the couch. On the table in front of us were two glasses and a liter of wine. "Pour us a take," Annie said.

As I poured the wine, it occurred to me that I didn't take much wine. Beer, hard cuckold water...sure, but not wine. I handed the glass to her. As I reached for my glass, Annie interrupted. "Go turn on some music," she said.

I looked across the darkened room. My eyes saw the stereo over at the far wall. I got up, walking slowly and unsteadily on my 4-inch heels. I found the stereo, found the power button and turned on the machine. Pink Floyd, not bad.

I worked my way back across the room, trying not to stumble or fall. I reached the couch and sat down. Annie raised her glass and toasted, "To my dear, pretty Slut."

I blushed in the dark. Embarrassed. Annie was not quite old enough to be my lady...but she was definitely an older mature woman...and here I sat...dressed in drag...dressed in her old lingerie...sitting under her piercing stare. Embarrassed. I felt like some little boy that had been caught in his lady's underwear.

Annie raised her wine glass. I raised mine. We lightly touched glasses. The soft ring of crystal cut the sultry tones of the music.

Annie drank her dark red wine. I drank mine. The taste was dry, tart, and slightly bitter. Annie reached over and caressed my face.

We sat and drank in the dimly lit room. It was soft, relaxing. Her touch was soft, relaxing.

The glasses were empty. We placed them on the table. "Come closer," Annie whispered. I slide up against her.

My head was slightly spinning. I wasn't used to the wine. Annie pulled me to her. We kissed. Softly. Gently. I felt warm. Dizzy.

"Do as I do", Annie said.

Annie placed her hand on my breast. She gently kneed the pudding filled tit. I gently felt her breast. It was full and soft.

Annie worked her both of my breasts with her hands. She lifted my massive tits and pressed them together. She massaged them together, moving them up and down against their own cleavage.

I mimicked her every move. Her breasts were large, seeming too big for her small torso. Her tits mesmerized me.

Annie pulled the top of my corset down. My large faux tits rested on the corset bra like two melons on a shelf. My hands fumred to release her beautiful breasts. So soft, so large and lovely...it felt as if I might hurt them if I acted in haste.

Annie smiled. She laughed lightly. "Good girl," she said. "Pretty girl," she said.

Yes, I though. I felt so feminine. I could almost felt what she was feeling.

As if reading my mind, "Just like me," Annie said. I looked into her eyes. Those deep, dark eyes.

"Yes, just like me," I mumred back.

Annie took the pudding filled balloons from off my chest. The weight of the two heavy tits had been cutting the straps of my bra into my shoulders all day. The release felt so good. I arched my back. I stretched my shoulders. "So good," I murmured.

In a daze, I tried to lift Annie's massive tits from her body. Her large mammaries filled my hands. In a trance, I lifted her breasts. Higher, lifting, gently lifting. Annie sighed. In some part of my mind, I seemed to recognize that my lifting of her heavy tits was in some way very similar to the lifting of my own. I was releasing the weight of her heavy DDD tits. A weight that she carried each and every day.

"Pour us some more wine," Annie said. Reluctantly, I released her heavenly orbs. I poured the wine. It was difficult not to spill.

"Close your eyes," Annie told me. As I closed my eyes, Annie leaned into me and kissed my nipples. She flicked her tongue around the spring steel clips that were attached to my nipples. I moaned.

Annie gently inserted a set of wires back in the clips. Somehow, I never thought to wonder how she needed to replace the wires in order to removed the metal paper clips from my nipples.

Slowly, gently, Annie pressed the wires together, opening the clips. A garred moan came from me as red rushed back into my nipples. All day long, the clips had been clamped tightly onto my nipples. From the first sharp pain, through the dull pain of the long day, to finally numbness.... now the red came rushing back into my nipples.

It hurt. It hurt so bad.... but it felt so good. "Shhh," Annie whispered. She softly kissed my closed eyes, first one then the other.

She paused a moment. Through the fog that wrapped my mind...the fog of pain and pleasure...Annie brought a glass of wine to my lips.

I was suddenly parched. I drank deeply. The wine was bitter. I swallow hard. Annie gave me more to take. The wine left my mouth dry. I swallowed again. Annie filled my mouth with more wine. Tart, bitter, strangely dry. I emptied the glass, but still I thirsted.

Annie removed the second metal paper clips from my tit. A small cry rose from my parched throat. I breathed heavily. I was hot. I was beginning to sweat.

Annie softly kissed my naked nipples. She sucked on the bruised flesh. Her lips urged the life back into my tits.

I lay my head back. I moaned. I rocked my hips back and forth. I squeezed my ass checks together. I clamped my thighs together. I felt my cock. I couldn't touch it. It was still strapped tightly up between my legs...but it throbbed beneath me with a deep aching.

I pressed my chest into Annie, physically begging her to suck my tits. I moved to raise my hands to hold her head, but Annie gently powerd my hands back down to my sides.

I thrust my hips and squeezed my ass. I felt the heavy steel cock deep in my ass. Deep in my ass, but now hot and heavy...not cold steel any more. The deep ache grew.

Annie sat up and leaned back. A whimper escaped my lips. I wanted...I need...the warmth of her lips sucking upon my nipples...my tits.

I sat there, untouched, breathing hard...needing her contact...needing her touch.

I felt the glass against my lips. The wine was not so dry. But now, it was more tart...warmer...more...what?...thicker...different, yet familiar. I began to open my eyes, but Annie leaned forward and whispered, "Shhh, close your eyes."

My thirst was intense. My head was spinning. The music was a heavy beat in my head. The warm wine flowed down my throat. It was hard to swallow, but my thirst was somewhat abated.

Annie put the wine glass down and pulled my head to her breast. I felt my lips contact her skin. It was hot. I opened my mouth and felt her nipple between my lips. I wrapped my lips gently around the areola and suckled.

Like a baby, I sucked and nursed. Slowly, I tasted it. . . Mother's milk. I sucked harder. Annie moaned and held my head tightly to her. As I sucked her breast, she milkd more. Warm, sweet milk. Not a lot, but just enough to cover my tongue and coat my throat. Oh god...dear god! I nuzzled her tit like a baby, kneading the milk from her nipple.

Annie moved my head to the other breast. Again, I suckled and drank her milk.

Annie pushed me back up. I struggled softly. "No, please...no," I moaned.

"Shh," Annie whispered. Again, I sat there alone, untouched. I shivered. I ached for her touch. My cock was hard between my legs. The cruel harness cut into the tender swollen flesh. I worked my ass around the steel dildo inside me. I needed it. I needed Annie. I need something. Oh god, please, touch me...

"Open your eyes," Annie said. I blinked my eyes open, attempting to focus. Try as I might, everything retained a haze, a blur.

I felt the wine glass at my lips. The wine was warm. It was cloudy dark...or was it just my eyes now? The wine was still tart and bitter, but now it seemed to have a slight salty flavor. So different...but so familiar. I drank deeply. The sweet nectar coated my dry throat and quenched more of my thirst.

Now, Annie worked the nylons off my legs. She detached the garters and slowly rolled the silky softness down my thighs. She reached up under the corset and gently took the elastic waist of my panties. I raised my ass and she worked my panties off.

"Now you," Annie said. I fumred with her garters. It seemed so hard to unhook those small tabs. Annie helped me. I rolled the nylons down her legs. Those soft smooth thighs. Those tender knees. Those firm calves.

I put my hands up under her corset. Annie raised herself up off the couch. I fumred to grasp the panties, taking them by the sides instead of by the waistband. Breathing hard, I struggled to pull the panties from her hips. Finally, I held the soft white satin panties in my hand.

Annie raised my hand and placed her panties under my nose. "Close your eyes. Breath," she told me. I inhaled the heavy fragrant scent of her sex. I felt the wetness of her panties caress my face. Annie rubbed her panties all across my face, then down my neck, and across my chest. She massaged my nipples with the soft smooth satin.

Again Annie pulled away. I was left there panting. Oh god, I was so ...so what?...it was so much more than horny...it was like a need...a desire...something that wanted to explode out of me.

Again I felt the wine glass at my lips. Again, I drank deep. Now the aroma of the wine filled my senses. The wine was no longer just a dark sweet liquid. Now the taste, the smell, the very essences of the wine was somehow Annie.

The smell of Annie's sex...the taste of Annie's sex....something that I had yet to taste, but somehow I knew what this was what she taste like.

Annie lay back on the couch. She raised the corset. "Open your eyes," she commanded. I opened my eyes and found that I was staring upon her sex...her cunt. It was beautiful. Two full pouty round lips pushed out from her slit. Surrounding her cunt was a heart shaped tuft of carefully trimmed pubic hair.

Her pussy lips glistened in the candlelight. I sat mesmerized as I watched a thick string of her juices ooze out of her slit and down the crease of her ass. I leaned forward, until I was a scant few inches from her cunt. The hot heavy fragrance of her steamy cunt filled my nose. My mouth watered. The smell was that of the same sweet wine. I yearned to taste her...to take her.

I started to move my mouth to her sex, but she gently reached out to stop me. I pressed forward and was met with surprising strength.

"No. Bad girl." Annie said. I whimpered softly. Oh god, I wanted her cunt. "Are you a bad girl?" Annie asked.

"Oh yes, I'm a bad girl. Please give it to me." I begged.

"Give you what?" Annie teased.

"Oh, please! Give me your cunt. I need your cunt. Pleaseeee," I moaned.

"Then lie down on your back, bad girl," Annie said.

I slide onto my back. Annie raised my corset up above my waist. She leaned forward. A dribble of saliva seeped from her lips. For a moment it hung in the near darkness from her lip...then it fell upon my cock.

Oh, so good... The soft wetness ran from the base of my cock down the shaft, following its path down between my legs.

A second drop of spittle fell from Annie's mouth, joining the first. The growing stream of wetness ran further back between my legs.

A third gob of spit, and the wetness left a stream down my cock shaft from my throbbing cock head.

I moaned like a whore. I thrust my hip up toward Annie. She sat there quietly and watched me suffer...a smile upon her face.

Annie brought another glass of wine to me face. She poured the wine down into my gapping mouth. I swallowed hard. She took the last half of the glass and let it dribble down onto my cock...my hard, burning, hurting harnessed cock.

"Is your pretty little pussy hot?" Annie whispered.

"Oh yes, please, I'm so hot," I replied.

"Are you a bad little Slut? Do you want to cum for Mommy?" Annie said.

I followed her lead seamlessly. "Yes, I'm a slut, a bad little Slut. Oh please Mommy let Slut cum," I moaned.

Annie swung herself up, over and around. I watched as she lowered her cunt onto my mouth. Oh god...! I drove my face into her snatch. I licked her cunt. I worked my tongue up and down the length of her pussy. I drank and swallow her pussy juices as they flowed out of her.

Her cunt was hot. Her pussy juices were thick, tart and slightly bitter. Almost an almond flavor and like a light syrup consistency. I drank and she pumped out more cunt juice. I drank more.

I felt her head down between my legs. Gently, softly, teasingly, Annie licked the length of my cock. "Such a nice pussy. So hot," she said teasingly.

Annie coated my cock shaft with her saliva. Her saliva ran down my cock, down between the crack of my ass. She soon had coated my cock with so much of her spittle that it pooled under my ass. The wetness felt so good on my aching cock head.

Annie reached down between my legs and rubbed the mushroom head of my cock. It was so sensitive, it hurt...but oh so very good! "Oh what a nice clit you have Slut," she said softly. I arched my back and thrust up with my hips. I was moaning, panting like a whore. Annie didn't miss a beat. "Oh such a horny little cunt, aren't you Slut?" she teased.

Annie pressed the head of my cock up against the heavy steel dildo in my ass. She used the my cock head to push the dildo in and out of my sphincter. I could feel the cum oozing out of the tip of my cock. Soon, Annie' fingers were coated with the thick sticky stuff.

Meanwhile, I was busy eating Annie's cunt. I was like a ravenous natural. I rammed my face into her slit. I powerd my tongue up into, splitting her cunt open and lapping up her copious excretions. I found her clit and wrapped my lips around it. I sucked on the little nub. I used my lips to crush her clit, rolling it between my lips, placing my teeth around the clit and gently biting down.

My efforts were rewarded as I felt Annie's body tense. She never ceased her hands stroking and working my cock, but now she raised her hair and arched her back. She ground her cunt down hard on my face, rotating her hips in a circle and mashing the lips of her pussy against my nose. I continued to breath deep, now inhaling a mix of air and wet pussy juice. It was like being back in the womb.
Annie was breathing hard, moaning, groaning, cursing me, calling me a fucking slut, a whore, her bitch, her fucker...her lover. I had thought that Cindy was vocal and demonstrative, but she had nothing on Annie. If Annie had thought that she had a male perspective on sex, she demonstrated it now.

Her tirade drove me on, spurred me to eat her harder. She was wild, like an natural. She tossed her head, splaying her hair about. Sweat dripped of her neck, down her massive tits and into my hair. Her big beautiful tits rose and fell like twin mountains, exploding out like volcanoes.

"You fucking cuckolds brownie! Eat me! Fuck me! You fucking bitch! You cunt! You slut! Fuck me!....she screamed on and on. Then, it stopped. She grew rigid. She arched her back and clamped her legs against my head. She screamed again and began to thrust her hips.

Annie came. Like a man...like hot jets of cum...streams of quim shot out of her cunt. Her quim filled my mouth, glutted my throat. I was drowned....but I loved it. Nothing mattered but making her cum, and now eating her cum. I swallowed until I gagged...and still she came. I used my tongue to lick her, I suck upon her clit, I fucked her with my mouth and ate her.

When her orgasm subsided, she sat above me, breathing hard and seemingly racked with exhaustion. I continued to like her clit with my tongue, greedily swallowing her last bit of ejaculate.

As she slowly breathed deep, she smiled down at me. Though out her climax, she had never ceased to stroke and tease my cock. I was so turned on...so incredible horny. I had brought her to an orgasm, but I had been denied my own. I was still strapped in my cock harness. I cock was swollen, distended and deep purple in color. The metal rings restricting the red flow, maintain my erection, and denying me the release of my ejaculate felt like they were cutting my cock into pieces. Each touch of Annie's hand on my cock sent shivers through my entire body. My testicles were hot and hung like misshapen appendages. The veins stood out from my cock shaft, a bulging twisted mass of cords. The head of my cock was almost black. Cum oozed in a thick stream from its slit. The slightest brush against its skin would cause me to cry out, begging to be fucked.

Annie sat above me, riding her ebbing orgasm, teasing and touching my cock. She was calling me a whore, a slut, a bitch, but I didn't care. She knew exactly what she was doing. It felt like I was dying.

Annie turned around, still astride my body. She slide her ass down upon my stomach, glaring down at me, gloating, listening to me beg her for release. She laughed. She took her cum coated fingers and jammed them into my mouth. I suck greedily upon her fingers, tasting my own cum, begging for more.

Annie reached back with her other hand and worked them up past the head of my cock. She worked her fingers up into my ass, twisting and turning the metal dildo rammed deep inside of me.

Annie removed both hands from me. She used her hands to lift her massive tits up and out above me. Like to huge trophies, she held them up to her mouth and licked them. I whined and whimpered beneath her.

Releasing her tits, Annie picked up one of the metal paper clips from the table. As she spread the clip open and lowered it toward my nipple, I begged her, "Please, oh god please Annie. For god sake, please don't Annie." But my pleas were for naught.

"Shhh," Annie whispered with a smile on her face. She placed the clip over my bruised torn nipple. She let it go with a snap. I screamed. I bucked and attempted to roll.

Annie reached back and slapped me hard between the legs. Her arm was strong and her hand was wide. The blow impacted both of my testicles and my swollen cock shaft. The blow drove my cock down into my butt crack and thrust against the steel dildo in my ass.

"Oh god, please don't" I screamed again. Again Annie raised her hand. Now I lay still. Pair coursed through my body, from my torn clamped nipple to my terrible swollen cock.

"Good little Slut," Annie coed. She picked up the second metal paper clip and brought it down onto my other nipple. Again she opened the hard metal, and again she released it, letting it snap shut on my torn flesh.

God I hurt. God I was horny. God, I couldn't take any more. My head was spinning. I hurt everywhere. "Please Annie, oh please," I begged. Tears rolled down my face.

"Please what little Slut?" Annie asked. But, I was too far gone. All I could do was continue to beg, mumbling please, please, please.

Annie sat astride me with a tender smile on her face. "Shh", she said. She brought yet another glass of wine to my mouth. I drank greedily. The wine taste of her quim and male cum. Now the taste came clearly to me. That same taste since the second or third take. Bitter, tart...quim, thick and salty...cum.

As if reading my thoughts, Annie smiled and nodded her head. "That's right sweet light bitch. Do you like takeing my special wine? The first two glasses contained a little chloral hydrate. My own special "Mickey". It gets you ever so nice an mellow."

Annie watched my reaction. I'm pretty sure it was blank...I was wasted. She laughed. "That's ok. All the rest of the wine you drank was just a special mixture of Cabernet and the quim I collect from my masturbations. I do so love to masturbate!" Annie continued to talk as she reached down and twisted the clip on my nipples. I winched in pain.

"Now pay attention," she said. She twisted the clamps once again, making sure that I wasn't drifting. "I'm sure that you also recognized that slight salty taste." Annie looked at me as if expecting a response. I lay there moaning. "Cindy has told me how you like to eat cum, you little horny Slut. I'm sure you recognize cum when you taste it. I also like to collect all my pussy juices, my quim and Georgie's cum after he fucks me. I add also add that to my special vintage."

Annie smiled down at me as the information worked into my haveged brain. "You know, quim and cum make a permister so horny. I think that it's all the hormones in the stuff. I'm not sure thought. It would seem that women should eat quim then and men eat cum. But maybe, it is the other way around. It seems to work. I'm sure you are finding that the more cum you eat, the more feminine you feel. You have also probably noticed that since your Cindy and the girls have been eating quim (Annie noted the look of surprise on my face)...So, you didn't know that us girls eat each other on a regular basis? What do you think we are doing while you and Georgie are working as maids with dildos up your asses? You really aren't very bright are you Slut?"

Having said that, Annie reached over and opened an ice bucket. She removed five colored condoms. "I'm sure you recognize these," Annie said, as she held up a blue, red and green condom. I didn't answer. Annie brought her hand down across my face. Lights danced behind my eyes. "Marsha tells me that's the only way to make you listen," Annie said.

"Now, again do you recognize these condoms?" Annie queried. I nodded yes, and mumred, "Those are some of the condoms that Marsha collected from the three guys that fucked Cindy on her birthday."

"Good little Slut. Now, can your remember whose cum is in each color?" Annie asked. I shook my head no. Annie backhanded me across the face. A drip of red came from my left nostril. "No," I said.

"Too bad. I guess that just means that you have to eat them all." Annie said this with a smirk, as she emptied the semi-congealed cum into a glass. "One, two, three," Annie counted off as she emptied the red, green, and blue condoms.

"Now for the special sauce," Annie said. "First, you good sweet cum." Annie took a black colored condom from the ice container. Cindy had me fuck her with black condoms and I knew she saved them. I had eaten plenty of cum, from all colored condoms on cold oatmeal.

After emptying the black condom, Annie picked up a fruit jar. The jar was about 2/3 full of gray slimy cum. "This is cum from my Great Dane. I usually don't let him cum in my nice clean cunt. Instead, I make him cum in one of these jars." Annie paused as she said that. Then with a quizzical look on her face she continued, "You know, it's kind of like milking a horse's cock for artificial insemination. Daddy used to let me do that on the farm. I just loved jacking off those big horse cocks. You know, you have a pretty nice cock there yourself. Too back Cindy is feminizing you. Oh, well...where were we? That's right. I was telling you about masturbating my Great Dane. You know that I make him masturbate twice a day. He masturbates in from of me and those are the only times that he gets off...unless of course I unusually horny!" Annie said this with a huge grin.

"I think that making Georgie jack off for me twice a day keeps his sperm production up. Just look at this jar! This is just from this week!" With that, Annie opened the jar. She took a small measuring cup, like those used in coffee, and scooped out a cup full. She dumped that into the glass. Georgie's cum looked suspiciously grayer and slimmer than the other cum.

"Maybe another dab of the Great Dane. We want you to grew into a good little Slut, don't we?" Saying this, Annie filled another scoop and deposited it in the glass. Now the wine glass was almost full with a swirling mix of thick white, grey cum. Holding the glass in her right hand, Annie reached back and grabbed my testicles with her left hand. Annie brought the glass to my lips. No waiting to let me make a complying move, she squeezed down hard on my nuts.

The scream of pain had not fully escaped my lips, when Annie powerd the glass into my open mouth. "Bottoms up!" Annie said, and dumped the contents of the glass into my mouth. Releasing my nuts, Annie slapped her hand against my mouth. She set the glass down, and as I gagged on the thick, gooey mess, she pinched my nose shut. This helped offset the natural gag reflex and I was powerd to swallow or die from ***.

When I had gagged the thick cold cum down, I still had to fight from throwing it back up. Annie could see my struggle. She raised her hand up above my strapped balls, daring me. "I'll break you nuts if you throw that up and then I'll ram it back down your throat, bitch!" Annie meant business. I continued to power the cum to settle in my stomach.

After a few minutes, Annie got up off me. "Time to go visit the Great Dane," she said. Annie grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and guided me to the hallway. There, she jerked me to a stand still. She picked up a collar from another table and locked it around my neck. "Recognize this," Annie said, as she spun me around to face the hall mirror.

A chill ran through me. A chill worse that that left from the thick slimy cum that I had been powerd to swallow. It was the dog shock collar from the sorority house, or if not the exact same one, its twin.

"That should keep you under control and compliant as we follow the yellow brick road," Annie chortled, as she pushed me down the stairs in front of her.

Chapter 12: The Great Dane

As Annie pushed me down the stairs, panic began to creep over me. Frankly, Annie was a woman that I barely knew. Other than a brief conversation over a year ago, I had never even talked to her before today. Today's conversation had consisted of Friane displaying me in front of Annie, dressed in Annie's used lingerie, and promising her that I would return that lingerie after my slave session at the sorority house.

Returning Annie's lingerie had been much more that simply giving her the corset back! In fact, I still wore the corset. What had transpired was a protracted session of hot sex session wherein I had been powerd to eat her pussy while she ***d my cock. Then, after eating her to climax, I had been powerd to take wine tainted with Annie's quim, her husbands cum, and finally a glass filled with six ounces of cum collected from six different men.

Now, still half doped and haveged, Annie was powering into her basement for more weird, kinky sex! As I stumred in the near total darkness at the bottom of the stairs, Annie closed the door at the top of the stairs. I struggled to see into the dark, dank basement. I could just make out the form of a body, apparently hanging from a ceiling beam. The body didn't seem to be moving. Panic took me.

I turned and made a mad rush back up the stairs. About half way up, I collided with Annie. She stepped to one side and, as I lunged past, she deftly planted her leg between my feet. One moment I was running up toward the door and escape, and the next I was spinning, crashing back to the bottom of the stairs.

Before I could even rise of the cold concrete floor, Annie hit the transmitter button on the shock collar. Blinding pain shot through my body. A thousand hot needles of electric current jammed into my neck beneath the dog collar. I screamed.

Contorting from the pain, I curled into a ball. Dimly, I heard Annie laugh. "Now that wasn't too smart, was it bitch?" she asked. When I didn't answer, Annie pressed the transmitter button again, this time she used a higher setting and holding the button down longer.

I heard the scream, but I could hardly believe that it was coming from me. Instead, all I knew was that I was thrashing and twisting on the cold hard floor. I pissed myself, urine running in the crack of my ass where my cock was firmly harnessed.

It seemed to last forever. In reality it was only a few seconds. "I asked you a question Slut. Are you a smart bitch? Annie now stood over me, the shock collar controller in her hand.

"No Mommy. I'm not smart. I'm stupid...I'm a stupid bitch!" I moaned.

"Good fucking bitch. Learn it and love it....now get up," Annie commanded.

Annie stepped to the side as I pushed myself up onto my feet. If I had found it difficult to stand on my stilettos before, I found it almost impossible to remain upright. The electric shocks had my entire body shaking and my left leg hurt from where I had hit the floor.

"Well, I guess that's up to you now isn't it little Slut," Annie replied. "Behave yourself and do exactly what I tell you and you don't have anything to work about." Annie stood over me, reaching down to softly caress my quivering face.

"Now, walk over there," Annie said, pointing toward the far wall. With one eye on Annie and one looking into the dark, I crept toward where she pointed. After reaching a point near the center of the room, I found myself tottering next to the hanging body.

I blinked the tears from my eyes, my sight adjusting to the dark. Now I could see that the hanging figure was that of a man. His head was covered with a leather hood that came down past his eyes and ended at his nose. A set of headphones was set into the hood. I could make out the faint sounds of chanting and heavy metal music. It appeared that the man could hear only the sounds coming from the headphones. It didn't appear that he had heard my previous screams, nor did it seem that he even knew that I was standing by him.

The man's arms were attached to the ceiling beam above him, each arm chained out wide to the side. His head was bowed, an inflatable gag in his mouth. I scanned down his torso, covered with welts and matted with sweat.

To each of the man's nipples there was clamped a large sharp-toothed alligator clip. From each clip there was suspended a large tear-dropped shaped masses of metal, appearing like oversized fishing sinkers. The man's torso was stretched in a forward in such a way that each of the lead weights dangled freely away from his chest. The heavy weights responded to even the slightest movement of the man's body. Even the man's labored breathing caused the weights to spin and sway. Blood oozed from where the alligator clip's teeth had torn into his nipples, dripping down their jagged teeth, down past the weights, and pooling in a small bowl on the floor. The red was black in the darkness, reflecting the flickering candlelight. Each new drop sent a ripple across the inky surface of the bowl.

A shiny black waist cincher was strapped around the man's abdomen. It gave his body a bizarre hourglass shape, his ribcage pushed out above and his hips below. His ribs were covered with whip marks and I could see each struggled breath move beneath his bruised skin and bones.

All the man's pubic hair had been shaved off. The man's cock, a long thin shaft of purple veined flesh stuck out from his denuded crotch. A dull metal rod protruded from the tip of his cock. Metal wires were attached to the rod. I followed the wires down and over to a table. On the table sat a converter and a dial control. The converter was plugged into a wall socket.

On his cock was a series of rings. I recognized them as a set of Rings-of-Hell. The ring at the base of his cock was pushed up tight against his naked groin. Six more rings were spread along his shaft, each progressive ring smaller than the ring below it. The last ring, under the mushroom shaped head of his cock was very small. That metal ring cut so deep into his cock that it was invisible except for the leather strap attached to it.

A parachute harness hung from the man's scrotum. A simple ring hook, four or five inches long, was attached at the bottom. A number of Olympic style weight plates had been placed over the ring. His scrotum and testicles were stretched so far below his crotch that they scarcely appeared to be part of his body. Like the weights suspended from the man's tits, the weights hanging from his ball moved with his every breath.

I glanced back at Annie. She smiled sweetly at me. "Enjoying the view Slut?" she asked. In abject terror, I struggled to voice a weak hoarse, "Yes Mommmy..."

"Good little Slut. Now for my favor part," Annie said. Nodding her head, I looked back behind the man. In the darkness, I could make out a table of sorts. On the table there was sometime of apparatus...or machine. Now that I was looking at it, I could also make out the sound of an electric motor.

"Take a good look bitch," Annie demanded. I felt the leather belt cut into the back of my thighs as she drove me closer.

Now I was standing next to the man's ass. Like his ribcage, but many times worse, the man's ass was covered with welts. On a table behind his ass lay a reciprocating saw. The saw was strapped to the table. The trigger on the saw was clamped down so that it was running at about half speed. Instead of a saw blade, a metal bar extended from the machine. My eyes followed the bar, toward the man's ass.

At the end of the saw bar, there protruded a large rubber dildo. In the dim light, the dildo looked black and very life like. The cock shaft, or what I could see of the shaft, was covered with lifelike veins and bulges. The cock shaft appeared about 8 to 10 inches in diameter. I guessed at the length of the dildo cock because I could see only a part of it. It appeared that the majority of the big rubber intruder was jammed up the man's ass, with only three or four inches sticking out. However, each back piston stroke of the saw would reveal about 6-inches of the thick latex cock, being pulled from the man's terrible stretched sphincter. Then, each forward stroke of the saw would ram that 6-inches of the cock back up his ass.

The saw's speed was set such that the man was being fucked 2 or 3 times every second. I could see know, it was against this mechanical ass fucking that the man was struggle so hard no to move. In order to keep the alligator clips from cut off his nipples or the parachute harness from tearing off his sack, the man was fighting to remain as motionless to this relentless ass fucking.

Having been ass fucked myself, I could understand the mechanics and the physical *** that he was suffering. On the one hand, the steady rapid mechanical ass fucking he was taking would make it almost impossible not to move. On the other hand, after being fucked for any duration of time, the body would naturally want to fuck back. It was obvious from the state of his cock that he was horny, aroused, and (albeit, perhaps reluctantly) physically taken by being fucked. Either way, his body was responding to the fucking. Yet every move was ripping his body apart.

Annie guided me back to stand in front of the man. "This is my Great Dane," Annie said with a big smile. Although I did not have recognized the man by his face, hidden as it was by the grotesque mask, but I guessed as much. Poor Georgie, I thought.

"Kneel," Annie ordered. Fearing another dose of the shock collar, I quickly knelt before the Dane. I was careful not to upset the bowl of red; somehow knowing that doing so would be an in*** mistake. The concrete floor was hard and cold beneath my knees.

"Since you were so nice as to serve me, it seems only right that you should serve my man," Annie said. I knelt silently there, with the Dane hanging in front of me and Annie standing behind me. The belt came down hard on my shoulder, cutting the skin. "I asked you a question Slut. Are we going to have reinpower your training again," she said. Annie raised the transmitter.

"No Mommy," I said. Quickly realizing my mistake, I said, "I mean, yes Mommy."

Annie laughed at my confusion. It was just a trap. Either answer or no answer, all were wrong. She reached out one hand and grabbed my hair, pulling me back into her wet crotch. With the other hand she hit the transmitter button.

The voltage was low, perhaps because she dare not spill the bowl of red. None-the-less, the pain was sufficient. I went limp in her grasp.

Once, twice, three times...Annie whipped the belt down on me. Being close to her body saved me from the worst of the blows. Two times the belt hit my thigh, the last blow caught be high on the right ass cheek.

"Bitch!" Annie yelled, "Eat my man or suffer the consequences."

I shuffled forward on my knees and tried to take his cock into my mouth.

Dane's cock was long and the metal rod sticking out of his slit did allow me to place it in my mouth. All that I could do was wrap my lips around the swollen shaft. I ran my lips up and down the length of his cock. My teeth rattled against the metal rings. I licked my tongue around and over his big swollen mushroom shaped cock head.

Dane's cock was a strange combination of hot and cold. Although the metal rings prevented Dane from ejaculating, they didn't stop the thick oozing gobs of cum that worked their way out of his cock and onto the metal rod. I used my lips to suck up all that ejaculate. The cum was hot, bitter tasting, salty and congealed in sticky clumps. I struggled to swallow the fetid effluent.

Even as Dane's cum was hot, his cock was cold. Those same metal rings that so effectively restricted the red flow in his erection, thereby maintaining a perpetual erection, also trapped the red in his cock. Without free red circulation his massive, swollen, grossly deformed cock was icy cold. If not for the hot cum that so profusely leaked from his cock head into my mouth, his cock would have seemed some deep purple lifeless dildo.

As I ran my tongue around the head of Dane's cock, lapping up the thick discharge of gray cum, I felt an electrical shock. It was not a painful shock, like that from my neck shock collar, but rather like the sensation one get upon putting you tongue on contacts of a 9-volt battery.

It took me a moment to identify the source of the shock. Tentatively extending my tongue onto Dane's cock head again, I received another shock when my tongue contacted the metal rod stilling out of his cock's slit. I glanced at Annie to see if she had noted my discovery. I found her smiling at me, standing next to the table with the electrical converter box. Her hand was on the rheostat dial and as I watched she turned the dial to a higher setting. The electrical stimulus that I felt in my tongue increased. A deep guttural groan escaped the Great Dane from behind his gag. Suddenly everything added up, the wires running from the metal rod to the electrical converter box, and the metal rod shoved deep into his cock. Dane was getting a steady stream of low-level electrical shock to his hard erect cock, just as he was getting a steady stream of big latex dildo up his ass from the reciprocating saw.

After several minutes of licking and sucking the cum that was leaking from Dane's cock, I had cleaned it of most of his ejaculate. However, the constant stream of electrical stimulus generated a constant stream of leaking cum. It became clear that as long as he continued to ejaculate, I would never keep his cock completely clean.

"Good job my little fucking Slut. You suck cock soooo well. You certainly seem to enjoy eating cum." Annie said with a huge grin. Turning to Dane, Annie reached down and gently lifted the weight hanging from his scrotum. Dane emitted a faint sound...almost like a sigh...of relief?...from behind his gag. Then Annie dropped the weight. A high pitch groan, almost like a dry throated scream came from Dane.

Still looking into Dane's face, as if seeing behind the mask, Annie spoke to me. "You know, I give my great bid Dane a special "cock-tail". I give him a tablet of Viagra, a tablet of Levitra, and another of Cialis. Three pills, three times the fun." Turning to look at me, Annie said, "You know each had its benefits. Everyone talks about Viagra because it was the first, but the others are great too. Permisterally, I think the Viagra maintains his erection, but Levitra makes it bigger and Cialis makes it last for days. You know with the 36-hour Cialis that Daney and I can play this game all weekend. After I work his cock to an orgasm, his little pee-pee just gets hard all over again. Isn't that right Dane?"

I don't think that the Dane could hear her with the headphones on, but he certainly could tell that she was standing next to him saying something. A staccato of mumred word...please?...can spill forth from behind the gag.

Annie stepped back. I heard the metallic rattle of the belt buckle as she raised the leather whip. With backhanded lashes she worked the belt up and down his torso. She concentrated the majority of the blows on his already welt-covered ass.

"What was that Dane? I can't hear you. Speak up bitch!" Annie was thoroughly enjoying herself as she beat him, smiling broadly...showing off for me.

After twenty or more blows, Annie was breathing heavily. I could make out the smell of her aroused sex, mixed with the stink of leather, sweat, cum and red. Annie turned to me, and for a moment I thought that she might begin to beat me. Instead, she grabbed me by the hair and powerd my head back. She kissed me, Frenching me. As her tongue worked its way around my mouth she seemed to savor the taste of my saliva and Dane's cum.

"Do you like to fuck, Slut?" Annie asked me.

"Yesss Mommmy," I answered shakingly.

"Good, then I'm going to give a great fucking choice..." Annie paused and smiled. She really was enjoying the fear she was causing in me. She revealed in her control and power.

"Your choice is...either you can fuck Dane...or Dane can fuck you...which will it be?" Annie asked with a seductive feminine intonation.

I paused to think. I had no real desire to get ass fucked. True, in the last several months I had more than my share of being fucked up the ass by the girls and their toys. But this was different; this ass fucking would be with a real cock...another man's cock. On the other hand, I really didn't want to stick my cock up some guy's ass. Given the chance, I would have loved to fuck Marsha up the ass...in revenge for all the times she had ass fucked me, pissed on me, *** me, and (mostly) just because I hated the bitch. But, to fuck some guy...

Annie tapped her foot. I sensed that my time was up. "Can't make up your mind? Oh my, I guess they both sound so good to a horny little bitch slut like you, don't they?" Annie said.

She had me again. If I answered yes to the first half of the question, Annie use that yes for the second question. If I said no, she would do just the opposite. Ah, fuck her...I knelt at her feet feeling helpless.

"Oh, don't worry. We'll let you do both then." Annie laughed. "On your knees Slut," she commanded. I dropped to my hands and knees. Annie raised my corset and began to remove my cock harness. She worked quickly, without any concern for the fact that my cock was bruised and raw from having been in bondage all day.

As Annie stripped off the harness, my cock dropped from between my legs. As soon as the red started to flow back into it, my cock began to become erect. The sensitive skin on the head of my cock brushed against the heavy lace covered satin of the corset. Shivers ran up my spine.

Leaving me bend over on the floor, Anne stepped over to Dane. Without a bit of hesitation, she grabbed the metal rod protruding from the shaft of his cock and pulled. While there had been a couple of inches of the rod sticking out of the end of his penis, Annie now pulled 7 or 8 inches of the thin metal rod that had been rammed up its shaft. A large slug of cum came out of Dane's cock upon the removal of the rod. The cum shot across the room and landed on my ass. I felt the hot slimy mass slide down the crack of my ass.

"Good shot Dane!" Annie cried. "No need for lubrication now!" Annie reached down and jammed two fingers up my ass. She grabbed the base of the steel dildo that was stuck up my sphincter and pulled. With a sticky suctions sound the long metal phallus was ripped from my ass.

"Back up Slut," Annie told me. Shuffling back on hands and knees, I moved my ass toward Dane's waiting cock. "I said back bitch!" Annie cried and her wide leather belt came whipping down upon my exposed posterior. I scramred back further.

I felt the large roundish head of Dane's cock bump into my ass. On my hands and knees, his cock was too high to enter my rear. A second lash of Annie's belt connected with my ass. "Damn it bitch, mount him!" she demanded.

I was powerd to push my ass upward, ending up in a crabwalk position with my hands on the floor supporting me and my ass up in the air. I moved my ass up and down, back and forth until I had the mushroom head of his cock firmly against the crack of my ass. Knowing I had no alternative, I pushed myself backwards.

Dane's cock head stretched my ass open, then popping inside me. Having worn the large metal dildo all day, my ass will already quite stretched. I continued to crabwalk backwards into Dane, driving his stiff erection deep inside of me. As I backed up, I had to used a series of thrust with my hips in order to impale myself on his erection. When I felt the bare skin of his groin, I knew that I had taken his cock fully up my ass.

With Dane's cock stuck all the way in my ass, I felt that full heavy feeling in my lower abdomen. By now I had grown accustom to that feeling, the feeling of having something large stuffed up my ass and resting in my bowels.
I waited for Dane to begin fucking me. Instead the belt began to rip into the naked flesh of my bare ass. "What the fuck are you waiting for? I told you to fuck him. He certainly can't fuck you.... you stupid bitch!" Annie screamed at me.

Even as the belt began to cut welts into my naked flesh, I began to pump my hip, thrusting my ass up and down on Dane's cock. "Fuck him...fuck him!" Annie cried and she whipped me and drove me onto Dane's cock.

Being fucked by Dane's cock did not feel all that different from getting fucked by a dildo. Dane's cock certainly was no larger than Marsha's favorite black phallus. As I thrust my hips back and forth, riding his cock, I guessed that he was no more than 8-inches long and 6-inches around. What I did notice were the metal rings and the leather strap that were bound upon his cock. Each time a ring was pushed or pulled past my sphincter, I felt a slight popping. As I fucked his cock, the leather strap, that connected the rings and ran along the top of his cock shaft, rubbed cruelly against the top of my asshole.

As Annie increased the pace of her beating, I increased the base of my fucking. Soon I was sweating and panting, concentration on maintaining a tempo of hip thrusts and knee flexes. The heavy weight hanging from Dane's testicles was slamming back and forth against the back of my thighs. As the tempo increased, the weights began to swing all the way up between my legs, slamming into my own balls.

It was difficult breathing bent over, but apparently not as difficult as Dane was finding it. Even over my own labored breathing, I could hear the wheezing sounds of Dane fighting for air through his gag. With the waist cincher Dane was unable to fully inhale and expand his lungs. Instead, his breathing came in a series of short gasps, the sound modified by the rubber gag rammed into his mouth.

I'm sure that we were both close to passing out by the time Dane began to climax. I thing the only thing that saved me was the fact that my head was hanging down, keeping red to my brain.

I felt Dane's cock stiffen even more in ass as he began to climax. Although it must have hurt him terribly, Dane began to try to thrust his hips with mine, fighting to drive his cock hard into my ass. I felt the hot shot of cum fill my ass as he came. As I continued to work my ass onto his cock, fucking him, I could feel my guts being filled with all his thick hot cum. More and more he filled my ass, until finally I could feel his cum being pumped out of my ass and down my legs as he fucked me.

As Dane came in my ass, I could feel my own cock aching to orgasm. However, there was just not enough tactile contact with my cock to achieve ejaculation. Instead, I found myself thrust my hips into dead space, seeking any contact or relief for my cock. Lost in the heat of intercourse, I had lost recognition of the beating that my ass was taking from Annie. It wasn't until Dane had completed his ejaculation and was no longer thrusting back into my fucks that I came back to my senses. Only then did I notice that the belt was still beating a steady rhythm, laying a criss-cross pattern of welts across my ass, thighs, and lower back.

As I sagged to the floor and Dane's cock pulled out of my ass, Annie went ballistic. "God damn it! I didn't tell you to stop fucking him!" Annie cried. "If you can't fuck his right, then by god clean his cock! Eat it god damn it! Eat it!" she screamed.

Annie began to whip the belt all over my body. Blows rained on my head, back, arms, ass...anywhere and everywhere she could reach with the leather strap. Ducking, clawing, trying to protect my face, I scramred around and thrust my mouth around Dane's twitching cock. Bobbing my head back and forth, I wrapped my lips around this cock shaft and sucked as hard as I could. I could taste the sweat of our bodies, the bitter salty flavor of his cum, and the slime of my ass. I gagged, but Annie's beating drove me on and I sucked and swallowed as hard as I could. I tried not to breath. I tried not to vomit as my nose and mouth were filled with the fetid, rank, putrid smells and tastes of my cuckolds brownie and cum cocktail.

I must have sucked his cock for 10 or 15 minutes. By the time I was done, Annie had exhausted her voice and her arm. My knees were sore and raw from the concrete floor.

"Get up Slut," Annie commanded. I slowly let Dane's cock slide from my mouth. Even after the climax in my ass and all the cum I had sucked from his cock, dribbles of ejaculate still seeped from his cock. The metal rings and the cock enhancing haves were doing their work; Dane's cock was still hard as rock and stiff as steel.

Annie handed me another glass of her special wine. I drank it greedily. It quenched my thirst and washed the fetid taste from my mouth. "Get around behind him," Annie said. Still and sore, I shuffled back to stand behind Dane.

Annie reached over and flipped the breaker on a surge protector. The reciprocating saw gave one last thrust and went still. Annie grabbed the table and, in one swift motion, ripped the saw's dildo from Dane's ass. "Climb aboard bitch," Annie told me.

I dare not hesitate, no matter how tired and sore I was. I moved behind Dane. I took one ass check in each hand and positioned the head of my cock against his asshole. Even before I entered him, I could feel the sweet heat radiating from his ass.

With the head of my cock at his asshole, I pushed my hips forward. The head of my cock slipped in the sweat and slime of his ass. Again, I used my hand to pry his ass checks apart. I moved the head of my cock against the opening of his ass. I grabbed his waist with my hands, one on each side holding onto his waist cincher. Then I leaned forward and thrust hard with my hips. The big mushroom head of my cock popped past his sphincter. An inch or so of my cock shaft went in his ass. I tightened my grip on his waist and thrust again. Even after all of the machine fucking his ass had, he was still tight. The 8-inch girth of my cock was significantly greater than the dildo that had been fucking him earlier. It took me five long hard thrust before I had buried all 10 inches of my cock in his ass.

It felt surprisingly good. Sure, I was incredibly horny. I had not gotten off for several days and yet during those intervening days, I had constantly been involved with sex...mostly eating pussies. Now, at last, my hard hot cock was stuck in a wet dark hole. With the waist cincher, the firm hard ass, and the darkness of the room, I could imagine my hands around the waist of some babe and my cock in her tight twat.

I could feel my nuts draw up into my scrotum. I drew my cock out, until only the head and an inch or so of the shaft were still in his ass. I pause, savoring the feeling, and then I thrust forward, driving my cock in all the way to the hilt. I was rewarded with a deep grunt from Dane. I felt the very breath driven out of him. The weights on his testicles began to sway. On impulse, I reached up and felt the alligator clips and weights on his nipples. I raised them with my hand...then let them drop again. Dane's grunt turned into a sickly groan.

I pulled my cock back out of his ass again. But this time, before I had taken more than and inch or two, I felt a hard hand slammed between my shoulder bladed. "You are a kinky fucker aren't you? You enjoy hurting people? Well so do I." Annie said. Then, with one hand, she reached down and spread my ass checks. With the other hand, Annie shoved the saw-mounted dildo up my ass.

Now it was my turn to groan. The dildo was only about 8-inches long and 6-inches around, but it was wickedly curved upward and covered with ridges and bristles. Anne pushed the evil rubber intruder tightly and completely into my ass. Then she turned it on!

Being fucked by the saw was unlike any ass fucking that I had taken. Even though the saw was operating at half speed, the rate at which the faux cock rammed in and out of my ass was breath taking. I was so overwhelm by the fucking my ass was getting, I forgot to fuck Dane...at least until Annie began to whip my ass with the belt again, yelling "Fuck him...fuck him now!"

My intent to fuck Dane hard and slow was quickly replace with the rhythm of the fast hard ass fucking I was getting. I quickly found that I could not fuck Dane as fast as I was being fucked, so I compensated by taking longer, deeper fucks.

After the long, frustrating day, the fuck felt so good. I no longer care who I was fucking...all I knew, all I cared about was fucking...sinking my aching cock into some tight hole.... fucking...fucking.

I was on my tiptoes, holding Dane tightly by the waist, slamming my cock into him. I could feel my cum rising up from my blue nuts. I was sweating, grunting, fucking! As my climax approached, Annie reached down and turned up the speed of the saw. Suddenly my ass was being torn apart. The twisted, curved dildo that had been only uncomfortable before as it thrust upward into my ass, now began to rip me apart.

"AARRRRRHHHH," I screamed. In response, I heard Annie laugh. She turned the speed of the saw up even higher. I tried to raise one leg and climb up onto Dane. With my cock deep in his ass, this was impossible. I screamed again. I clawed at Dane. I twisted. I tried to get my cock out of his ass and escape the one up my ass. I no longer cared about orgasming. Now I only want to get away.

There was no way out. The ridges and bristles on the latex dildo tore the soft wet flesh of my asshole. I was screaming, begging, fighting to get off that shaft up my ass. Annie was laughing uncontrollable.

I had my legs wrapped around Dane's waist. I had my arms up around his shoulders, desperately clinging to his back. I had my cock buried as deeply in has ass as I could, trying to get as far forward and away from the dildo tearing into my ass as possible. My throat was hoarse from screaming. The speed at which the dildo was slamming into my ass was such that my teeth were clattering.

I don't know how long it went on. I knew I couldn't take any more. I could envision my asshole, torn and ripped like some old whore cunt's...pussy lips stretched and hanging like tattered scabies. At some point I ******.

When I woke up, I was back on the couch. My corset was gone and I was wearing one of my half-cup bras, French cut panties, garter and nylons. The metal paper clips were still on my nipples. I tired to sit up. A pain shot up through my ass that caused me to collapse. Annie sat next to me. "Shhhh," she whispered. "Its all over...for now," she said. She gave me a glass to take. By now I didn't care, I drank whatever she gave me. The take was cold and sweet. It taste of sugar...holy water...and red. I hesitated. "Drink it all down, its good for you." I drank it. I did feel better.

"Sit up," Annie said, and she helped me. I gingerly moved to a sitting position and swung my legs over, onto the floor. My cock was back in its harness, strapped up between my legs. With my cock between my legs, it provided some protection for my torn asshole. I did not look forward to the pain I knew I would be feeling.

"Here, take this VCR over to Cindy. I'm sure she and the girls will enjoy it. I forgot to give it to her when she brought over your clothes (motioning to the lingerie I was now wearing). Tell her I'll stop by tomorrow." Annie said with a smile. She took me by the hand. I struggled to my feet. My legs felt weak. My knees were bruised. My back, legs and ass burned and were covered with a web of welts. I swayed on my stilettos.

Annie led me to the door. She stopped and took my face in her hands. She kissed my soft and full on the lips. "Now thank Mommy before you leave," Annie said.

"Thank you Mommy, I croaked. Annie opened the door and I wandered out into the pre-dawn light. As I weaved around the fence and through the parking lot, I didn't care who saw me. All I knew was that I had to get home...I had to get back to Cindy...

All I could do was hope and pray, that this Halloween nightmare was finally over.

Ch. 13 - Preday Training

I had just gotten done with my workout and was back home taking a shower when I heard the telephone ring. I dropped the soap and made a mad, naked wet dash to pick up the call before the third ring. Those were Cindy's, well actually all the "girls'" rules.

When I picked up the telephone it was Friane on the other end. "Hi Slut, how you doing?" She sounded so sweet and innocent. I could picture her stunningly beautiful face, that long soft flowing tawny blonde hair, those mouthwatering pointy little tits, those deep brown eyes. My cock became hard.

"Just taking a shower Mistress," I replied. I glanced back at the trail of water I had left behind.

"Well get dressed and go pick up Cory and Bob. Be at the apartment by 7:00. Don't be late", Friane chuckled as she spoke that last part of her message. I glanced at the clock. I felt the dread in the pit of my stomach. It was nearly 6:20 now. Cory lived in the north end of town. Bob lived across the river. It would be nearly impossible to get both of them and reach the apartment in 40 minutes. I knew what would happen to me if I were late...

As I rummaged through the dresser draw, I put in a speed dial to Cory. I hoped the cop was a home...it occurred to me as I called that he might be on duty! If that was the case, I was fucked...or would be...literally.

I grabbed a fire red pair of French cut panties and a matching padded plug-line bra. It took me a longer time to find a matching garter and silk stockings. Pressing the phone to my ear, I pulled the stockings up. Shit! About halfway up the second stocking, the callused skin of my hands snagged the material. A small run appeared. Shit, cuckolds brownie cuckolds brownie! I didn't have time to go looking for another pair. I could only hope that none of the girls noticed the run when I got to the apartment.

Cory answered on the second ring. Good man, I thought. "I've got to pick you up immediately. We've got to be at the apartment in less than 40 minutes," I blurted out.

"I just got off duty, there's no way I can be ready," Cory said. I noted the tone of panic in his voice. I could certainly relate to his fear.

I knew that if we were late, each of our respective girlfriends would take primary responsibility for punishing us. I knew that Cindy would be hard on me, and I knew that Friane would be hard on Bob. But Marsha...she was the devil's bitch.

During the past four months, Marsha had taken extreme pleasure in subjecting me to kinky punishments. She loved make me eat her out and then take her piss. When she fucked my ass, she always used the biggest, most twisted dildo she could find. There was no mercy in her...only burning dominant masochistic perversions.

Cindy had begun to get tired of Marsha a***ing me so bad. More than once in the past few weeks, Cindy had interceded in Marsha's used. Unfortunately, Marsha had not taken this politely. On the surface, she may have deferred to Cindy, but each time afterward that she got me back under her control; she made me pay for the interference.

I believe that the only thing that had saved me from permanent physical damage was that Marsha had gotten Cory as her own slut-slave. Now, most of her worst, diabolic deviations were subjected onto him. I knew if we were late that Cory would suffer true abominations!

At the same time, even as Cindy was the "leader" of the girls, as her "slut" I was the "leader" of us bitches. I was not about to take any cuckolds brownie from Cory, especially if it meant getting my ass kicked for his lateness.

"God damn it Cory, just get your fucking clothes on. Then take your cop car and zip down to the north end of the alley behind the apartment. I'll pick you up there at ten-to. Don't be late," I said. Cory knew that if he were late, I'd just leave him behind. Better to be on time with two of us bitches then late with all three.

I pulled my jeans on over the stockings and up my legs, trying to adjust the tight denim so that the garters didn't show. Not that it really helped. Anyone that looked could clearly see the garter tab. Just as any looking closely could see the bra under my shirt. I might have well formed pecs, but the padded bra defined gave my chest the look of tits, not muscles.

I called Bob as I headed out the door. He picked up on the first ring. Of the three of us bitches, Bob was truly the most submissive. One would have thought for a big guy that he would have held up to the use better. Unfortunately, Bob had a rather low pain threshold.

Once I heard Bob's "Hello", I blurted out my commands. "Be dressed in ten minutes. We have to be at the apartment. Meet me outside by the driveway." I knew I didn't have to stress the "don't be late part."

Nine minutes later, I slide my car to the curb at Bob's apartment. He was already waiting. The traffic was slow going back across the bridge. Another fifteen minutes were burned before I got to Cory's cruiser. I slowed the car, but didn't come to a stop. Cory swung into the car on the roll and I hit the gas. I shot down the alley and into the girls' parking area behind the apartment at ten-minutes too. We piled out of the car and were at the rear door with time to spare.

Marsha met us at the back door. I could almost see the disappointment in her evil fucking face that we were not late. The three of us, eyes cast down, shuffled up the stairs past her. As we walked in, Marsha called out, "We'll be starting in just a few minutes." I glanced back to see that she was directed her remarks to Anne. See my looking back, Annie smiled at me. She gave a wave to Marsha and a wink to me. "Thanks, we'll be right over," Annie called back.

"My room," Marsha commanded. Meekly, the three of us guys headed to Marsha's bedroom. We stripped off our street clothes, carefully folding them in piles and stacking them along the wall.

I looked at Cory. He was wearing a lavender silk and lace corset. His panties matched perfectly, but his stockings were a shade darker. Trouble I thought.. Marsha demanded perfection. I looked over at Bob. He was already sweating, wet spots showing long the underside of his ivory bra cups. His ivory panties were pulled up high on his hips, over a matching garter. His ivory stocking matched well.

With a shake of my head, I lead the way to the living room. The three girls were reclined on the couch, dressed in asian silk robes. Cindy was in deep blue, matching her eyes. Her long blonde hair fell down the lapels of her rope. The front of her robe was open just enough to give a clear view of her deep 34-D cleavage. Her hips were thrust forward, her knees splayed apart. Her upper thighs were exposed, but the covered her lower torso.

Marsha was sitting to Cindy's right, her maroon robe thrown open, her right hand busy frigging her cunt. Her 36-C tits rose and fell with her already labored breathing. In her left hand she was holding a half-burn joint. Rings of smoke floated up around her silky brown hair. Friane was dressed in a black robe, trimmed in gold. Her long flowing hair caressed her beautiful elliptical face. Like Cindy, her robe was open at the legs, but Friane had her naked shaven snatch clearly showing. Her cunt looked wet and inviting. Friane was downing the last drops of her tequila shooter.

"Nice of you boys to drop by," Cindy said with a sweet seductive voice. Cindy looked at me and licked her lips. I immediately fell to my knees between her legs and moved my head to her cunt. I dropped my head under the veil of her robe and found began licking my way up her leg to her pussy. The head aroma of her sex was trapped beneath the material of the robe. I inhaled deeply as my tongue found her slit. Like a puppy, I licked her cunt from bottom to top, filling my mouth with her heavy sweet juices. I thrust my tongue into her narrow vaginal opening, probing her cunt. Using my tongue like a tiny cock, I fucked in and out of her vagina. Cindy sighed and leaned further back. "Give me that fucking joint, you boggart," Cindy said to Marsha.

Marsha handed the joint to Cindy, at the same time berating Cory. "God damn it you faggot fucking pussy. Get on your fucking knees and get busy," Marsha demanded. Marsha placed a half effort kick at Cory's crotch. She didn't connect, not that it would have mattered. With his cock and balls tightly bound back between his legs, it would have been difficult at best for Marsha to hit his shriveled penis.

Friane simply said, "Now" to Bob. The big ruddy bitch dropped between Friane's legs and had in head on her cunt even before Cory got to his knees.

Marsha was not happy. That her bitch had not performed as well as I and Bob, set her off. She immediately began to berate Cory, finding fault with his oral ministrations, his choice of lingerie, (and I had guessed) his un-matched stockings.

It never took much to set Marsha off. I think she looked for reamisters to punish us sluts. With her hands free of the joint (now protruding from Cindy's pretty red lips), Marsha leaned over the edge of the couch and picked up a fiberglass rod. She began to beat Cory across the back.

Cindy and Friane lay back and enjoyed their cunnilingus, watching as Marsha beat Cory. Cindy snickered and elbowed Friane. Friane took the joint from Cindy and began to giggle.

Cindy's giggles gave way to a series of deep-throated moans. She raised her hips and pushed her cunt harder into my face. The tempo of her hip thrust increased and I could sense she was about to climax. I opened my mouth and used my lips to suck her entire vagina into my mouth. I sucked hard. Her labia pressed tightly again my mouth, such that I created a vacuum. When she came, her heavy sweet quip was pumped directly into my throat. Like toking a joint, I used small hard sucking motions to pull her heady cum into my mouth. Cindy arched her back and mashed her cunt hard into my face. I was careful not to let my teeth hitting her thrusting pubic bone.

"Faster," I heard Friane command Bob. Seeing Cindy's climax prompted Friane to press for her own. I heard a slapping sound and then a whimpering from Bob. As I continued to suck Cindy's cunt dry, gently flicking my tongue up against her clit the way she liked it, I could hear Friane's breathing become labored.

Friane's rapid breathing gave way to a tight, throaty moan...."Yes, yes, yes...fuck me bitch...fuckkkkkkk meeeee." I felt Friane move on the couch. In my mind's eye I could envision her slamming her cunt into Bob, grinding her cunt in small circles against his thrusting face. It was an imagine that I had experienced many times...time when it was my face between her legs...my tongue thrusting into her gaping slit...my tongue eating her thick creamy quip...

Cindy gave me a slapping cuff across the back of my head, bringing me back to reality, reminding me to focus my attentions to the cunt in my mouth. I began to work on Cindy's clit again, taking her to one of the many orgasms that I knew she would demand before the night was done.

Marsha came next. Her very vocal, profane fuselage announcing the fact. I heard Cory grunt as the severity of the beating corresponded to Marsha's orgasm. "Fuck...fuck...you fucking bitch...you god damn fucking cunt...eat me bitch....you fucking slut...you worthless god damn fucking bitch...." As Marsha verbally berated the slut between her legs, she beat him mercilessly with the fiberglass rod.

As I continued to eat Cindy's sweet pussy, lapping around her labia and sucking her juices, I cringed at the muffled groans coming from Cory. I knew exactly what he was suffering; having been in the same place may times. I knew the hard thing fiberglass rod would be cutting into his flesh, ripping deep gashes and welts into the naked skin. A shudder went through me.

I brought Cindy to four more climaxes, during which time it sounded like Marsha and Friane had about three more each. I heard Marsha say, "Time to switch." Cindy groan, reluctantly it seemed to me, then pushed back on my shoulders. I pulled my head out from under her rope. The seducible sweet dank dark that I had been lost in between her thighs was replaced by the dimly lite aura of the living room. The heady smell of quim and cunt were replaced with the smell of marijuana. As I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light, I felt Cindy thrust a bong into my face. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the smoke. My head began to spin. I heard Cindy snicker and looked up to see her tweaking her left nipple. She smiled, pulled the bong away and nodded her head toward Friane. I bowed my head and crawled to the right. I moved my head into Friane's crotch and she eagerly thrust her cunt onto my mouth.

Time was a matter of orgasm. I was between Friane's legs for a time indeterminable, measured only by the three orgasms that I brought her to. Ahh, my secret love...my beautiful, seductive Friane. I worshiped her cunt with my tongue even as I secretly worshiped her lithe seductive body, her perfect tits, her goddess like face. I relish each mouthful of her sweat thick quim. All too soon, it was my turn to eat Marsha.

As I crawled over to Marsha, I chanced to glance up at her face. Her hair was disheveled. Sweat stood out from her face, down her neck and across her heaving breast. She smiled back down at me...an evil, sadistic grimace. I saw the fiberglass rod rise. I heard it cut the air. I dove my head down between her legs, even as the thin reed tore into my flesh. Marsha sighed softly as she heard the groan that rose from me.

Time...again, I can only guess. Twenty, thirty minutes? All I know if that I eat Marsha with all my s******* and talent. Not because I lusted after her any more than my sweet Cindy or my lovely Friane. No...only because Marsha used her rod to drive me to perform. After bringing her to two orgasms, the beatings eased. By the time I had brought her to the fourth orgasm, the rod was more-or-less beating a simply rhythm across my flesh...keeping time to her swelling climaxes.

"Time girls," I heard Cindy say. Marsha emitted a disappointed sigh, but then pushed my head away from her crotch. The three of us sluts knelt between the girls' legs as shot glasses of tequila were filled and the bong was reloaded. Then, for several precious minutes, the six of us shared cuckold water and pot.

As I knelt between Marsha legs, I looked into her face. As she serviced me with tequila and pot, she continued to give me her sickly sweet evil grin. Finally, Friane said, "time to go to bed."

The three girls got up. I began to stand, only to have Marsha deliver a kick to my ribs. "On your knees bitch. No one told you to get up," she said. The girls walked toward the bedrooms. The three of us sluts crawled along side them.

This time the girls lead us to Cindy's bedroom. The room was dimly lit with candles. Incenses hung heavy in the air. "Get on the bed, on you hands and knees," Cindy demanded. "Heads together, your asses to the edges of the bed."

I bumped heads with Cory as we climbed onto the mattress. I glanced to my right looking at Bob. He was visible shaking. "Heads down, bitches," Marsha said.

Looking down into the quilt, I felt someone move around behind me. I knew what was coming. I felt the cold goo being spread over my asshole. Then I felt the dildo being pushing into my sphincter. The slow steady rhythm of being ass fucked.

The ass fucking went on for what seemed like hours. Each girl would fuck her designated slut for several minutes, then switch places. Sometimes the girl fucking you would tease you cock. Other times they would spank your ass. One girl put nipple clips on us as she took her turn to ass fuck us.

The girls used different dildos. The first circuit, each girl used about the same size, shape and textured dildo...a smooth latex cock about 9" long and maybe about 4" around. The second round, each girl used a different dildo. Some were textured, some were rigid, some were curved...but all were bigger.

By the time the second round of ass fucking was being completed, I heard someone coming into the room. I hear Annie greet the girls. She apologized for being late, but apparently her husband, the Dane, had to have a "session" in her basement dungeon before they came over. Anne slapped me on the ass and told me to move over. The Dane slide in between Bob and I.

The third round of assfucking began. This time the assfucking dildos were huge. By now my ass was had been stretched wide...but even so, the new dildos stretched the limits. Each time my ass was fucked, it seemed the dildo was bigger than the last. With my face down in the quilt, I had no idea which girl was fucking my ass at any one time. All I knew was each time a new dildo tore into my ass, I cried out. Each time the fucking stopped and the dildo was removed, my ass felt like an empty void, a soiled crater. Each time another huge faux cock replaced its predecessor.

Four girls...four huge cock...four more ass fucks. By the time the third round was done, I was covered with sweat, panting, racked with pain. Instead of becoming numb to the ass fucking, the cock were now so huge that each new fuck tore my a "new asshole".

Cindy, Marsha and Friane were worn out by the end of the third round of ass fucking us. The three of them went back to the living room for some more take and pot. Anne said that she want to play some more, having missed the earlier "fun". The other three girls told her to go for it.

When the three girls had left, Annie told us to get up. She had us line up along the bed. Then using her massive dildo, she went up and down the line ass fucking us. She would fuck one of us in the ass for several strokes, then pull the big cock out and move down the line to fuck the next. After about another 30 minutes of this, we four sluts were reduced to a line of moaning, sweat covered anal orifices.

As Annie was fucking my ass for the umpteenth time, I glanced up to see the three girls standing in the doorway. They were passing a joint back and forth. My eyes meet Friane's. She smiled and licked her lips, reaching down to finger her twat, as if to say, "Yah baby, fuck that pussy."

It was Cindy that finally spoke. "Its getting late and we have an early morning tomorrow. Time to get some relax."

Annie pulled the huge cock out of my ass. It popped out with a sickly sound. My ass felt empty and cold where the big monster had been. I leaned on my elbow, hanging on the edge of the bed.

Cindy walked up behind me. "Hold still," she said. What I felt next was nearly indescribable. First, I felt a massive glob of Vaseline being shoved into my gapping hole. Next I felt Cindy inserting three fingers into my ass. Then a fourth finger. Then she began to twist her hand, powering her hand up my ass. When she hit the knuckles, my ass resisted. Stretched as I was...small as her hand was...it was still larger than anything that had ever intruded into my sphincter before. I cried out, "Oh, god...no...!" My cries were soon drown out by the cries of the other three bitches.

I raised my head to see each of the girls fucking their respective slut up the ass with their hands. My eyes locked on Marsha and Cory. Marsha was using her knees to pry his legs apart, using the full strength of her arm to ram her fist up his ass. Marsha's eyes meet mine and she laughed. "Having fun Slut?" As she said this, Marsha half knelt and rammed her hand up Cory's ass, as if she were delivering an anal upper cut.

By now, Cindy had her hand fully up my ass. New waves of sweat and pain washed over me as she rotated and twisted her hand deep in my bowels. With her left hand, Cindy reached down and began to masturbate me. A mix of nausea sweep through me. I felt light headed. My head came up and I found myself looking at Friane. She tilted her head, pursed her lips, and gave me a faux look of pity. "Oh, you poor little thing...does that hurt?" she said. I had no doubt she directed the question to me. A deep sense of total abject offense filled me. My hung my head in shame, biting my tongue...stifling the groan of pain that fought to escape my lips.

Pain...pleasure...ass fucked by Cindy's hand....watched by secret lover and my hated nemesis....degraded along with my fellow slut slaves.....I felt my orgasm begin. It rose deep in my balls....I could feel it about to burst from my cock...my breathing was rapid...labored... OH GOD...

Cindy stopped stroking my cock. Instead, she grabbed my ball and squeezed as hard as she could. I found myself thrusting into open air. With her hand up my ass she kept me from rubbing my cock against the bed. She held me up...her hand in my ass...held me there as the waves racked my body... until the waves passed...until the climax passed...until I was left groaning....moaning...begging

"Oh god....please Cindy...PLEAAASSSEEE..." I screamed! I was dying...oh god...I couldn't stand it any more. My knees went weak.... OH GOD...SAVE ME!

Cindy held tightly to my testicles. She used her knees to power me onto my shoulders, keeping me from making contact with the bed with my cock. My poor swollen distended cock....strapped back between my legs in the cruel leather harness. I broke...I cried...tears streaming down my face.

I wasn't alone. The other three guys were in similar condition. The girls stood above their bitches...enjoying their dominance.

The girls began to take their hands...their arms, from out of our asses. Four humiliated sluts left sprawled over the edge of the bed. Moments later, each of the girls...the women...the dominatrixs were behind us. Now they began to drive anal plugs up our asses. The plugs were relatively short, perhaps 6" inches long...but as large around as a football.

I knew the huge plug could never fit in my ass. I knew it as well as the fact that my cock was falling off. Cindy kept twisting and pushing the slab of latex against my sphincter. I cried out...I begged...this was something I could not do...and I would do anything for my sweet Cindy.

Even as I begged and pleaded, Cindy drove on. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the back of my hair. "SHUT THE FUCK UP SLUT...TAKE THE GOD DAMN PAIN AND TAKE THIS UP YOUR ASS!" The tone of her voice was so harsh...so startling...that it powerd me into silence. I think her outburst so shocked the rest of the bitches...it was so out of character with sweet, quiet Cindy...that for a while all was silent...no sound except the staining grunts of the four women powering the arcane objects into our asses.

I bit down on my tongue. I tried to power myself to relax...to submit...to take the giant latex intruded into my bowels. I strained. It hurt...

"Good bitches. Just like giving birth...but backwards," I heard Marsha say. Just then I felt a tremendous pop and the flared base of the anal plug pushed past my sphincter. I felt the wide base of the foreign object resting against my ass checks.

It was over. I felt Cindy relax her efforts. "Time for bed bitches. It's an early morning tomorrow!" Cindy said with a smirk. Marsha and Annie headed to Marsha's bedroom. Cindy and Friane climbed into bed together. Bob and I curled up at the foot of Cindy's bed. We were tired, beat and we tried to relax. But, the enormous ass plug hurt so bad that relax seemed impossible. Also, the sweet sounds of Cindy and Friane making love in the bed above us weren't helping. Oh dear God, what had become of us....

Ch. 14 - Turkey Day

The sun was just peeking through the curtains as I awoke. Cindy and Friane were already getting dressed. Through blurry eyes, I watched them put on their clothes. I thought that I was mistaken, as they were putting on camo t-shirts and pants. I could see the nipples through the tight t-shirts...obviously no bras.

The sun was shining through the window by now. The bright light hurt my red shot eyes. I started to sit up and then fell the pain shoot through me. I had momentarily forgotten about the huge anal plug that the girls had left stuck up my ass from last night.

About that time, Ben woke up. He also uttered a small cry of anguish as he moved to a sitting condition. It was apparent that his ass plug was just as painful as mine.

The noise brought the attention of the two girls. "Good morning men...or should I say "meat". Friane broke out into a fit of giggles as she said this. Why she thought this was so funny, I didn't know...but I dread that I soon would.

"To the kitchen meat," Cindy said, grinning back at Friane. Ben and I got slowly to our feet. We waddled into the kitchen, the enormous anal plugs making walking almost impossible.

We found Annie, Marsha, Cory and Dane already in the kitchen. Like Cindy and Friane, Annie and Marsha were dressed in camo. Dane was still naked, like Ben and myself, but Cory was already dressed in his police uniform.

As we reached the table, Marsha turned to Cory and said, "Help get these three dressed." She went back to smoking her joint. Marsha handed the joint to Annie, who also toked up. Then the joint went to Cindy and Friane. It seemed that the girls were getting an early buzz.

I glanced back at Cory and watched as he strapped Danes wrist up to his armpits. When he finished with Dane, he did the same to Ben and then me. When he was done, he paused to look to his mistress Marsha for approval and further instructions.

The three of us guys stood there, naked with our arms bound up like ...wings. I tried to move my arm and found that all I could do was kind of flap it up and down. This seemed a bad omen.

"Ok, get on with it," Marsha told Cory. He reached down onto the table and opened a grocery bag. He took out three ball gags, three large red clown noses, and three feather dusters. He picked out the gag and looked at me. His expression was one of sad knowing regret. My groggy mind began to register the full situation. OMG...Thanksgiving...turkey day...

In a few minutes three "man-turkeys" stood around the table. Each of us had a ball gag firmly strapped into our mouths. The big red clown noses covered most of our faces, giving us some ambiguity.

Annie had left to her house and now returned with a steaming platter of turkey...or as closer examination revealed...turkey drumsticks. As she put the plate on the table, Friane ordered, "Bend over the table Turkey men." Being perhaps the best "trained" of the three, I bent over immediately. Dane was right behind me, while Ben lagged. A hard slap up along side his face by Friane drove the hesitation from him. The three of us stood...or more correctly bent., over the big oak table. Each of our respective women walked around behind us.

"Spread those turkey legs," Marsha shouted. As we bent and spread out legs, Marsha directed Cory, "Hey asshole. You're a cop. Make them assume the position."

Cory walked around the table, kicking our legs out, powering them as wide as we could go, powering us to fall onto the table. When we were sufficiently spread, each of our girls pulled the large anal plugs from our asses.

The pain of having the huge rubber plug torn from my ass was almost as bad as when it went in. Having held the big ass plug in my butt all night, my ass had become accustom to being filled by the massive intruder.

It took a considerable effort for my petite little Cindy to pry the mass of slimy rubber from my ass. With a good deal of grunting, from both of us, the big cuckolds brownieter finally popped out of me.

The sensation left behind was one of thankfulness that the pain was gone and one of being left with a vast empty void. Luckily?...the void didn't remain long. Each girl took one of the big greasy turkey drumsticks and... well, in a matter of moments we were true "turkey men".

The turkey leg was buried in my ass, with only the very end of the bone protruding from my sphincter. The meat felt softer than the hard rubber anal plug. The meat was still warm from the oven.

Immediately after ramming the turkey legs up our asses, the women jammed the feather dusters up our asses. Now the three of us guys had nice feather tails.

"Time to rock," Cindy said. She pulled me upright and led me by the "wing" to the back door. As I hesitate, she jerked the arm and glared up at me. "Don't start that cuckolds brownie now Jonnie, its going to be a long enough day as it is. Move it." Cindy gave me a tug toward the door as she said this.

The three girls lead their three bare ass naked turkeys out to the parking area. Instead of being put in Cindy or Marsha's cars, we were pushed into the back of Dane's pickup. Cory and Marsha climbed into his squad car.

November is cold in Minnesota. The girls threw an old tarp over us. The three girls climbed into the cab and the truck hit the street. Us three guys huddled under the tarp. The bed of the truck was dirty and cold.

Minutes later the truck came to a stop. The tarp was pulled of us and Annie ordered us out of the truck. I glanced around. We were standing near a covered atrium. It took a moment or two to deduce where we were. As I looked around, I saw the river, the trees, and I recognized the park.

Annie, Friane and Cindy stood before us, their nipples clearly straining against their T-shirts in the cold November morning. Each woman held a paintball rifle. Cindy reached out and wrapped her warm hand around my cold shriveled cock. "You cold turkey boy?" she asked with a big smile. She released my cock and put her hand on her tit, tweaking the hard nipple. "Me too!" she said with a grin.

"Ok, you've got a 5 minute head start. If you can get your fucking turkey asses to the main gate before we shoot your asses, you're free for thanksgiving. Cory is waiting at the gate in his cruise. But, if we shoot your naked little assholes before you get there, your meat for the holiday! Understand bitches?" Annie queried.

I wasn't sure what she meant by "meat for the holiday", but I could guess. All I was concerned about was the part that said, "Free for Thanksgiving".

When none of us turkeys said anything, Annie looked at Cindy. Cindy spoke into a small walkie-talkie. "Birds on the loose," she said. Then looking at us, winking at me, she said, "Run you fucking birds!"

I took off as fast as I could. The snow was cold on my feet and the turkey drumstick up my ass made running difficult at best. I glanced back and saw that Dane was running toward the river. Behind me I saw Ben following me. "Get the fuck out of here!" I yelled at him. "Split up!"

The run to the main gate must have been almost a mile. It was a blur of snow and trees. The girls were behind us almost immediately... so much for a five-minute head start. As I ran through the woods, I dodged and weaved. I didn't try to run straight for Cory's car. Dane did. It was a mistake. I saw him go down, as I broke right. Slipping in the snow, there was no way that he was going to outrun the girls. The three women closed on him in a heartbeat. I heard him cry and watched as they riddled him with shots. I could hear the hard splat shout as the paint balls slammed into his naked body. He must have been hit by a dozen shots. The three girls left him lying in the snow, covered with red, yellow and green paint.

I was weaving around a pile of picnic table when I heard Friane yell, "There he goes." For a minute I thought they might have meant me. Clamping my ass cheeks together, ignoring the pain, I put on a burst of speed.

A moment later I heard Ben's screams. I heard the shouts of glee from the girls. Ben was gone.

I saw the squad car. I broke from the wood and ran toward the vehicle. I was almost there. As I leapt the wheel stops and started to cross the parking lot. I saw Cory sitting behind the wheel. I had made it!

The passenger door opened and Marsha stepped out. At first I it didn't register...all I knew was that I had made it. As she stepped around the vehicle, I saw her raise the gun. Too late, I tried to stop...tried to veer. I felt the sharp sting of the paint balls almost before I heard the gun. Three slammed into my chest, leaving welts and blotches of blue paint. I slipped and went down. Marsha continued to walk toward me, shooting me over and over. The paint balls hurt like hell! I tried to curl up...to cover my body.

When Marsha reached me, she used her foot to kick me in the ribs, causing my body to open up to her assault. I covered my head, wrapping my arms across my big red clown nose. She took her time. She shot me in the ass, the groin, and the cock. She kept shooting until she was out of ammunition.

The other three girls arrived about the time Marsha fired her last round. All three of the girls were laughing hilariously. Like three wild valkyries, they whooped and did their victory dance.

Half an hour later we were all back at Cindy's apartment. Four turkey men, drumsticks up their ass, strapped down across the big oak kitchen table again, with four naked women standing behind them. Our arms had been unbound, only to be stretched and strapped down across the table. Cory was tied down across from me, our faces just a few inches apart. Dane and Ben were strapped down to my left and right, again their heads just inches from Cory's and mine.

The women were playing a bizarre version of music chairs. Each would pass the tequila bottle, then the bong, and then they would administer 10 lashes with a spatula across the ass of the guy in front of them. After each round, the girls would rotate around the table to the next guy. This went on for about an hour, each of the girls having about 10 or 12 bouts with each guy. Since our heads were pinned to the table, it was impossible to see who was beating your ass, and I lost count after the first several administrations.

Finally, the girls stopped. The girls untied us and lead us to the living room. We were instructed to get down on our hands and knees. Then, we were told to lie on our sides and form a circle. As we lie there, Annie announced that Thanksgiving dinner would be served according to a "special" menu. She then announced that the special menus would be determined by a cock-sucking contest.

Marsha took over and gave us the rules for the contest. Each guys was to suck the cock of the guy to his right. We were to suck that guys cock until he came, making sure to swallow all his cum. The first one to complete his blowjob would get to eat a special meal. The losers would eat another, alternative meal.

Cory was to my right, so I had his cock to suck. Ben was to my left and had my cock. Cory would have to suck off Dane and Dane got Ben. Without any further directions, I heard Cindy shout "Go!"

I knew that this was a contest that I didn't want to lose. I didn't know for sure what the "special" or the "alternative" meals were, but I feared the worst. I immediately wrapped my lips around Cory's cock and began to suck. I used every trick that I could think of (everything that would get me off) and went to work. I used my hands to play with his balls. I stuck two of my fingers up his ass and massaged his prostrate. I coated his cock in my saliva, using my tongue to probe his slit.

Even as I was working on Cory, Ben was busy working on me. For being a macho type guy, I was surprised that Ben was such a good cocksucker. As Ben worked his tongue around my cock and squeezed my testicles, I felt my orgasm beginning to build.

Sensing that I might ejaculate before Cory, I twisted my body trying to make it harder for Ben to stay on my cock. At the same time, I took my hand from Cory's balls and the saliva coating his shaft to jack his off.

The girls were standing around us, cheering for their respective slut. As they shouted and applauded, their beautiful naked tits bounced up and down. My ears rang with the cries of "fuck him", "suck his cock", eat his cum....

I was so obsessed trying to keep Ben from bringing me to a climax that I missed the telltale signs that Cory was about to cum. The first I knew, he was shooting thick jets of salty cum down my throat. In the twisting mass of bodies, I had to fight to keep my mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking and swallowing as fast as he ejaculated into my mouth.

Cindy was cheering that I had won! But, at the same time Friane was also shouting that Ben had won!

Cindy reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth from Cory's ejaculating cock. Thick jets of cum shoot out of his cock, hitting me in the right eye and across my nose.

Seeing this, Friane demonstrated to show that her slut had won. Friane pulled Ben from my cock. As she did so, a stream of his spittle and my cum ran down his chin.

A shouting match ensured. Both Cindy and Friane insisted that their cock sucking sluts had won. No one seemed ready to concede. The only thing that was clear was that both Cory and Dane had not won.

As the naked horny girls passed the bong around, they reached an accord. It was decided that both Ben and I would be considered as winners. Dane and Cory were the losers.

The girls took the four of us into the kitchen. The girls powerd us onto the floor under the table, and then the girls began to place food upon the table. The smell of warm bread, cooked meat, potatoes and gravy filled the room. My stomach rumred. I had not eaten (well, except for my recent stomach full of Cory's cum) for almost 48 hours.

The naked girls proceeded to eat their holiday meal. Kneeling between Cindy's legs, I began to wonder what (if anything) was going to be my "special" meal. No sooner had the though passed my mind, then Cindy pushed her chair back. Her hand came down under the table. In her hand was an ear of corn. As I took the corn from her, she slid the chair back even more and raised her knees.

With Cindy's naked shaved pussy facing me, I took a quick guess as to what I was supposed to do with the corn. Reaching up, I carefully spread her labia and inserted the corn into her vagina. Cindy sighed slightly as the warm, knobby husk of corn enter her cunt. Cindy raised her hips slightly and pushed her pussy further onto the corn.

I looked at the other three bitches. I saw that each of them was now fucking their respective mistress with an ear of corn. I looked back at the corncob as I continued to fuck Cindy with it. The ear of corn was now coated with a thick layer of cunt cum and pussy juice.

The cunt fucking with the corn continued, a new ear being used each time the old ear cooled. The feeling of the hot corn cock in their cunts must have been heavenly, because all the girls had multiple orgasms, coating the intruding corncobs with their own unique cunnly cunt butter.

After four ears of corn, Cindy pushed herself away from the table. She told me to get up. The other three girls gave the same commands to their bitches. The girls then told us to bend over the table. I looked for a clear spot. My hesitation was rewarded with a hard slap on my ass and having my face powerd into a plate of gravy and mashed potatoes.

With the four of us slut bitches bent over the table, the girls pulled the turkey legs from our asses. Using the protruding turkey bones, it was relatively easy for the girls to remove the turkey legs. However, as the meat had been cooked, not all of it came out with the bone. I, for one, found my ass still filled with a large clump of meat and gristle.

The girls directed us slut bitches to sit. We each took a chair. Plates were set in front of us...

Friane broke the silence by announcing that the two winners, Ben and I would get the vegetarian plates. With that the Cindy and Friane gave each of us a plate full of cunt corn. By now the cobs were cold, thickly coated with quim and cunt juices. We each had eight cobs of corn. "Now make sure you girls eat all of that corn. You want to grow up to be big and strong," Cindy laughed. I looked at the pile of corn before me. I truly didn't know whether I could eat that much...but it was clear that I had little choice.

It was then that Marsha said, "And you two fucking loser bitches get the meat plates." Marsha placed a plate full of ragged turkey legs in front of Cory. Annie placed a similar plate of turkey legs in front of Dane.

"Like the lady said, eat up...and eat it all," Annie quipped. Cory looked like he was already going to be sick. Cory looked at Friane as if to say..."please".

Friane just smiled at him. "Eat up bitches. You still have to clean up the kitchen before dark," she said.

I struggled to eat my entire cunt covered cum corn. I ate slowly and deliberately. With each mouthful of cold quim coated corn, I gave a small prayer of thanks that (at least) I wasn't eating a plate full of turkey meat that had been up someone's ass for a full day.

Cory threw up about halfway through his plate of cuckolds brownie flavored turkey legs. The smell of his vomit almost made me gag back up my corn. I fought to keep it down.

Marsha was screaming at Cory to stop retching and to eat his cuckolds brownie. She pushed his face into the vomit and regurgitated meat. Cory could only double over and cover himself. The beating the ensued was vicious. After breaking the wooden spoon over Cory's back, Marsha have him across the floor. She took a leather belt off the door rack and continued to wipe his quivering body. Marsha went ballistic. Some there wasn't a spot of flesh on Cory's body that wasn't covered with cuts and welts. The beating finally ended when Marsha exhausted herself.

Marsha grabbed the rest of the meat from in front of Dane and that remaining on Cory's plate. "This is your breakfast, lunch and dinner until you eat it all. I don't give a god damn if it takes all week!" she screamed at him. "Now, get in the shower and clean yourself up...and don't you dare use any hot water...you don't' deserve it...you filth, fucking worthless piece of cuckolds brownie!"

Even though I felt sorry for Cory, I was relieved. When he stopped eating, and with Marsha's tirade, the meal ended. I still had almost two ears of corn left. Ben still had one ear of corn uneaten. Dane benefited the most, as Marsha took almost one whole cuckolds brownie flavored turkey leg off his plate and designed it for poor Cory.

"All of you bitches get in the shower...NOW!" Annie shouted. The four of us moved quickly to the shower, helping Cory on the way. A short, cold five-minute shower and we were in Marsha's bedroom putting on our maid outfits. The tiny panties cut my ass crack; still raw from all the ass fucking, dildo ramming, and turkey leg intrusions it had suffered. My head was spinning, and I struggled to get the nylons on my legs and attached to the garters. The ridiculous half-shelf bra pushed my pecs into a respectable cleavage beneath the low cut black satin dress. As I pinched my feet into my 5-inch pumps, I checked the other guys.

Ben and Dane were almost done, as I was. Cory, on the other hand, was a mess. The beating that Marsha gave him made the very touch of clothes against his skin an agony. Knowing we had no other choice, the three of us help his get his lingerie and maid dress on. As Dane put one shoe on him and I put the other on, I looked up to see Cindy standing in the doorway. She looked at me and tapped her watch. I pulled Cory to his feet and the four of us quickly went back into the kitchen.

By eleven, we had the kitchen clean. I could still smell the faint odor of vomit in the air. I could only hope that the women wouldn't smell it. Even two bucket of pine cleaner hadn't completely done the job.

"You three wait her," I told Dane, Cory and Ben. "I'll go get the girls for inspection."

When I got to the living room, Marsha was already arelax. Friane and Cindy were nuzzling each other, wrapped in a blanket. Friane looked up as I toddled into the room. "The kitchen is all cleaned up mistress," I said. Friane looked intently back at me. "Really?" she said. I hung my head, looking down at the floor, staring at the toes of my pumps, saying nothing else. Silence....

Finally, Cindy said, "Time for bed, Slut." She kissed Friane and then got up and took me by the hand. She led me to her bedroom. She pulled back the covers and said, "Get in." I took off my pumps and climbed into the bed. Cindy got in next to me. Feeling her soft naked body next to me, I slid my head against her breast. She held me there, gently stroking my long blonde hair. Then Cindy sighed and she pushed my head down between her legs. I crawled between her thighs and began licking her cunt. Her pussy taste slightly bitter, a mixture of dry cum and urine. She sighed again as I continued to eat her....

CH 15 KNOCKING KNOCKOUT

I was just about 1/2 way through my third set on the bench press when her legs appeared above my head. She was wearing short-shorts. The legs of her shorts flared just enough that I could see all the way up to her crotch. A glimmer of a small white satin thong was just visible up between her legs. Her midsection was bare, with her 1/2 top coming down just below her tits. As my eyes wandered from her crotch to her chest, I could clearly see the lower half of her tits, covered with sweat and matted to her short shirt.

"Hey there Jonnie, long time no see," she said. My eyes traveled up to her face. A mischievous grin covered her flush oval visage.

Oh my god! Marry. I hadn't seen her since I have spent that dreadful day at the Kappa house as a slut maid shaving the girls' pussys. Looking into her grinning face I couldn't help but feel a shudder run through me. My stomach knotted and I struggled to get the weight back up on the rack.

I experienced a mix of feelings. Some lust...I had always though that she was a tight little spinner. While I never had fucked her, I spend part of one, long, hellish night licking her clit, eating her pussy, and swallowing her cum. It was the memories of that night the gave rise to my other feeling....hatred.

Marry's workout clothes were also reminiscent of her Halloween costume, that of the super heroine Knockout. Her baggy skimpy shorts were green and her half-shirt was yellow. Except for her missing mask and showing more of her body, it was if my nemesis was here again.

I got up off the bench. All my aversions aside, I had to admire her body. Marry worked hard to sculpt her body. Her legs, although short, were ripped. She had biceps and shoulders that most guys would have wished to have. Her chest was likewise muscled, adding an appearance of even greater size to the tits on her small frame. Supported by well-formed pectoral muscles, her tits were full and firm, sitting high upon her torso.

I noted that several of the other guys in the weight room had been likewise distracted by Marry appearance. Despite all the ogling and lustful admiration from the other men, Marry had eyes only for me.

"Are you about done with you work out? Marry asked. Before I could even answer she added, "You sure are looking good."

Now it was my turn to be flustered. My animosity began to give way to the lust. After all, what guy wouldn't be flattered by a beautiful girl paying him compliments, having eyes only for him in a room full of sweating, horny admiring men.

Finding my tongue, I told her that I had just finished my last set. Giving me a big seductive smile, Marry said, "Then let's get out of here."

We didn't even bother to change our clothes, instead leaving the field house and heading for the parking lot. As we walked out, Marry wrapped herself around my arm, pressing her tits into me. When we reached the cars, Marry told me to follow her. She got into her Toyota and I got into my Chevy.

Ten minutes later we were sitting in the bar. Marry ordered shots...whiskey, not tequila. After a few shots the tension broke and we began to talk. At first the conversation was casual...how was school, did I still work out regularly, was I still dating Cindy. As the holy water began to work on use, the conversation naturally turned to sex.

Marry wasn't surprised that I was still dating Cindy, despite all the cuckolds brownie that I was getting. She almost seemed to sympathize with me. She seemed very interested in why I would put up with all the fucking around, the ***, and the offense that I received.

I tried to explain that I loved Cindy and that it was all just a game. I had to admit that I didn't enjoy everything, but that all long as Cindy was happy...and as long as I still got to fuck her, I could endure the rest.

Then Marry started getting into the sorority stuff. As the holy water flowed, she began to harass me about the Halloween party. She relished in reliving the way she had used me. She began to talk louder, vividly reconstructing how she had beat the cuckolds brownie out of me.

I had a good buzz by then and tried to just slough it off. After all we were in public and what could I do? By the time she got though verbally reliving the way I had sucked her ass and ate her cum, the volume of her voice and the illicit nature of her conversation had virtually everyone at the bar listening. In fact, by now a small crowd had begun to form around behind us and the bartender, having stopped serving anyone else, was standing captivated before us.

***** or not, I figured this had gone far enough. I started to stand up to leave, saying, "Time for me to go, Marry." Before I was fully to my feet, Marry clasp a firm grip onto my forearm. Her strength again surprised me. My arm was firmly pinned to the bar.

"But, I was just getting to the part about you dressing in drag and shaving all us Kappa girls' cunts," Marry said sharply. The crowd seemed to go from looking at me, looking at Marry's crotch, and then back to staring at me.

I could almost see the crowd envisioning me in lingerie, kneeling between some girl's legs, shaving her cunt, dressed in drag. I pulled my arm back from Marry, jerking it as hard as I could. As I got to my feet, the crowd pulled back slightly. Before I could move further, Marry got to her feet. I braced myself, instinctively anticipating a fight.

Instead, Marry raised her hand and shouted, "Hey, girls, come over here. I was just about to tell everyone how Slut here shaves cunts and eats pussy." I turned my head and followed her eyes. As I looked, there across the room were Rene, Amy and Susan....three of the Kappa's that I had served as Slut, the drag queen maid.

I panicked! I pushed my way through the crowd, half running - half stumbling. I kept my head down, trying to hide my face, trying to hide from the offense. Marry was still waving, calling to the other Kappas. The three girls were coming across the room! I had to get out of here.

The crowd was laughing, taunting me. I heard calls of "Faggot, pussy, bitch, queer, eat me..." As I pushed past one girl, she shouted at me, "Get the fuck of me you fucking freak!" The girl standing next to her shouted at me, "Aw baby, don't go. Stay, you can shave my pussy!"

I made it to my car. I jumped in and spun out, sending a cloud of gravel back into the parking lot. God! I was so mad! I was so humiliated! I was such a freak!

But...somewhere, back in the recesses of my mind...I could see the face of that raven haired girl...shouting at me..."Don't go, stay, you can shave my pussy!" Through my takesen haze, I saw myself between her legs...her thick black pubic bush covered with white shaving crème....me dressed in a tight corset, my tits pushed up in the small cups, my nipples crushed by jagged alligator clips, my cock strapped back between my legs...pushing the big black anal plug deep into my ass, the tiny silken black French cut panties softly caressing my bound testicles..." I felt my cock beginning to grow hard.

When I got home, I stripped off my clothes and got into a hot shower. What was happening to me? The longer I was involved in these perverted, kinky sex games, the stranger I was becoming. I was so confused. I detested what I was doing, what was being done to me...but, I knew I couldn't stop. It was like being addicted.

I wrapped a towel around me and headed to the living room. I poured myself a tall glass of tequila. I loaded the bong. I turned on the stereo. I dialed through the stations. A blur of sounds...and then, "Bad Boys Get Spanked" by Joan Jet. Fate...

I sat back and took several deep drags off the bong. My towel fell open. Almost without thinking, I began to slowly stroke my cock. Slowly, I worked the shaft. I filled my hand with spit, coating my cock shaft. I began to thrust my hip upward to the heavy beat of the music. God, it felt so good...

I had finished about 1/2 of the tequila and had stopped jacking-off to load a second bowl, when there was a knock on the door. I froze. Who the fuck could it be? I sat there...waiting....silence.

Perhaps I had imagined it. The music was loud, I was stoned.

I sat there, my swollen 10-inch cock sticking up through my towel like fleshy phallus. I put the lighter to the bong and took another big hit. Thin Lizzy was playing in the background. Then...another knock....followed by another. This was no phantom of my imagination. Someone was at my door.

I staggered to my feet and walked to the door. My cock was sticking out from the towel in front of me. I had a good hard on; there was no hiding it.

I opened the door a crack and peered out. There stood Marry.

"Aren't you going to let me in? She asked. Her voice was slurred and she weaved slightly as she stood there.

"No fucking way," I replied. But even as the words left my mouth, she half-staggered, half-crashed into the door. The doorknob came back and hit me in the erection. Even as a glancing blow, I nonetheless felt the pain all the way to my balls.

I backed up from the door, doubling over. Marry used the opportunity to move into the room. Her takesen gaze seemed to wander around the room, and then focus on my cock sticking out from the towel.

Marry began a sodden bout of laughter, grasping her stomach and putting one hand to her face. She stuck out the other hand, pointing at my cock, wagging her finger for added affect. As she staggered about, Marry pushed the door shut behind her. Then leaning against the door, she struggles through her fit of laughter to say, "Sissy boy's playing with his cock!"

Marry seemed to think this was terrible funny and went into another fit of laughter. I, on the other hand, didn't see anything funny. "Get the fuck out of her you sadistic bitch!" I shouted.

My outburst seemed to transform Marry's countenance in an instant. The laughter stopped and the look on her face took on that of a vicious visage.

"Listen bitch-boy, now fucker tells me what to do. Shut your fucking face or I'll break that puny prick off and feed it to you." Marry said. She seemed to pull herself more upright. A small line of dribble ran down from the corner of her mouth and landed on her right tit.

Marry's nipples were hard and pointed against the short yellow shirt. I could clearly see her tits pushing against the tight material. She wore no bra.

As if following my gaze, Marry spat, "What the fuck you looking at bitch? You want to suck my tits?"

Marry brought her hand together, cracking her knuckles as she did so. "Get down on your knees pussy boy, momma feels like having her cunt cleaned." As she said this she began to walk forward, moving in a weaving staggered gait.

"Take that towel off and get down on you knees BITCH!" Marry growled. I took a step backwards. Marry kept coming forward.

I watched as she ground her fist into her palm. I knew what she had in mind. Surely, Marry planned on me serving her. It was clear that if I didn't do it willingly that she would power me to.

My mind flashed back to the Halloween party. My mind crystallized on the images of her smashing her fist into my solar plexus, her foot smashing into my cock, her spiked boot crushing my testicle.

Not again. Something snapped inside me. Girl or no girl, I wasn't going to take that cuckolds brownie again.

I saw Marry bringing her right arm around in a haymaker, aimed at my crotch. It never made it. Instead, I blocked with my left and came across with my own right.

I caught her high on the cheek, just under the eye. Her head snapped back and over her right shoulder. Even as her bright red hair flew about her face, I noted a look of surprise... register on her face. Marry had never anticipated that I would confront her. In her mind, I was a low-life, pussy sucking, cum eating slut-bitch whose sole function was to serve her.

Marry slammed back into the door. For a moment her eyes glazed over, but then she shook her head and used her leg hand to pull the hair out of her face. Sucking air into her mouth with an audible hiss, Marry pulled herself up and came at me again.

I was more than a bit surprised. There were damn few guys, let alone girls that could take a blow like that and keep on coming. As I was thinking this, Marry launched a wild kick at my groin. Her right shoe glanced off my protruding erection, tearing the towel from my waist. I took the rest of the kick in my left thigh. Damn, that hurt my prick!

Fuck her! No more Mr. Nice Guy. This bitch was going down. I threw a slow left jab at her head. Marry bobbed her head to the right, as I anticipated. I brought my right fist up into her stomach.

"Auwph!" Marry groaned, as I drove the air out of her. I didn't give her a chance to recover. I smashed my left fist up into her stomach again. Now, Marry doured over. I brought my right fist down against her jaw, just where it meet her neck. She collapsed in a heap.

I ripped the yellow T-shirt from Marry's body. Throwing her over my shoulder, I tied first one hand, then the other up onto the overhead water pipes. When Marry came to, she tried to raise her head. With her arms tied up and out behind her, the most she could do was move her head side to side. It was to no avail. She might as well have been on a crucifix.

I filled my mouth with smoke from the bong. I pushed my lips up against her's. Ever the belligerent bitch, Marry fought against taking the smoke. "Have it your way, bitch," I told her. "You'll soon wish you had something to ease the pain"...and then adding as an afterthought, "That's the last time tonight that you refuse me anything." I said with a smile.

I pulled her green shorts down her lefts. As the short came off her legs, she attempted to thrash her legs. However, only her toes touched the floor and soon she stopped her kicking. Without her feet on the ground, all her weight was suspended on her two muscular arms. Marry soon found that any struggle, especially any using her legs, caused her weight to power the air out of her lungs. If she struggled, she would strangle herself.

I walked around her. I was naked. My cock was huge. Swollen and extended, it bobbed and bounced in front of me. With her head powerd downward, all Marry could see was from my waist down. She could hear my voice, but she couldn't see my face. She found herself looking at my cock.

"Tell me what a nice cock I have." I said to Marry. She hesitated. "Bad girl." I said.

I bought the fiberglass rod down upon her thigh. I didn't want to damage her ass...yet.

There was an immediate large red welt. Marry screamed....then she began swearing at me..."you fucking asshole...let me go!...you'll pay for this you bastard...no one does this to me...you fucking bitch....you fucker...let me go!!!"

"Ta ta," I said to her. I step up and drove my left fist into her stomach. As she hung gasping for air, I ripped her white satin panties off. Placing the fiberglass rod under my arm, I powerd her head up as high as I could with my left hand. Then, I rammed her panties into her mouth with my right hand. "There bitch, now try and scream!" I told her.

For the next hour or so, I worked the fiberglass rod up and down her lower torso. Periodically, I would stop and take a take of tequila or a toke. When I stopped, I was covered with a fine film of sweat.

Marry, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Her thighs, both inner and outer, were a mass of ugly red welts. I had beaten her legs right up to her cunt and the globes of her ass. I noted to myself the nice contrast between her white firm ass and the ugly red legs.

I as inhaled the sweet smoke of the weed; I listen to her muted sobs. Marry had long since ceased to swear or berate me. Now she simply struggled to breath ... and sobbed uncontrollably.

I took the panties out of her mouth. "Tell me what a nice cock I have," I commanded. This time Marry responded immediately.

"Oh god, you have such a nice cock. I love your cock. It's so big and hard. Please, please, Oh god, I love your cock." Marry pleaded.

"Beg me to fuck you with it." I told her. "Oh yes, please fuck me...fuck me with your cock...fuck me with you big giant cock...or please just fuck me," Marry cried.

I raised the fiberglass rod. "Oh god no...no more...don't hit me...fuck me...or yes, just fuck me...please fuck me...fuck me with you big beautiful cock," Marry begged.

"Maybe later, bitch. Somehow, I don't think you really want to be fucked, do you? I taunted her.

"Oh yes! Please fuck me...oh god, I love you...I love your cock.... please fuck me...please don't' hit me....PLEASE FUCK ME!" Marry screamed as I brought the rod down across her ass.

"Shut the fuck up you whore!" I told her. "I'll fuck you when...and if...I'm good and ready." I looked down at my swollen cock. Thick strings of precum dripped down my thighs. I was soooooo fucking horney!

"Shut the fuck up and count the strokes, bitch!" I shouted again, as I drove the rod down upon her other white jiggling ass orb.

"Oh please...oh, god...yes...ok...ONE," Marry screamed as the rod cut into the flesh of her round white ass. "Two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...TEN!" Marry moaned her responses through the next eight blows...screaming out "TEN" as I lashed that final stroke across her ass, just where her right leg connected...slashing the rod into her flesh with all my strength.

I paused to take another hit. Marry hung there, weeping, moaning, pleading...reding. My last stroke with the rod had cut through her flesh. A small flow of red dripped from her ass cheek, flowing down the back of her leg.

I moved over to Marry and powerd her head up again. This time when I shotgunned the smoke into her mouth, she sucked in greedily.

I reached down between her legs with my right hand. Her naked, shaven cunt was dripping wet. I slid my finger up into her. It slipped effortlessly up between her swollen labia. I curled my finger forward, thrusting up against her G-spot. A deep moan escaped Marry's lips.

"Now I think you may be ready to fuck. What do you think? I asked her. Through ragged, panting breath, Marry begged, "Oh god, yes...oh, god...please fuck me...oh, please fuck me." I drove three fingers up into her sopping cunt. I used my hand and the fingers to power her cunt up and back, pushing her ass backwards, lifting her up onto her very tiptoes. "Oh god, oh god....oh it hurts...please don't....please stop...please..." Marry cried.

"So bitch, you lied to me. You don't want to fuck. You want to get beat some more!" I chortled. I raised the fiberglass rod high into the air.

"Arrrhhh! Please! NO! I BEG YOU! NO! NO MORE BEATING! PLEASEEE..." Marry pleaded, even as I brought the rod down upon her tender ass. Again...and again...and again...and again. I gave each ass cheek two slashing blows. After four lashes, I stopped and stepped in front of Marry's prostrated form.

"OH GOD, PLEASE STOP...PLEASE STOP...PLEASE FUCK ME...JUST FUCK ME....FUCKKKKK MEEEEEE!" Marry sobbed as she hung there.

"Ok bitch, since you asked so nice" I said. Reaching down, I lifted Marry by the backs of her knees. I stepped between her legs and drove my cock into her. Marry responded with a deep gutter groan.

I felt my cock hit her cervix, bottoming out. I have never fucked Marry before. She was very tight, but not very deep. With my cock firmly driven up against her cervix, I still had a good two or three inches sticking out of her.

"Such a little fuck. What a fucking waste, you bitch. Can't you even take a cock? I laughed as I leaned into her. I used my height and lifted her, literally setting her up on my cock. Then I pulled out of her cunt, until just the head of my cock was in her tight wet twat.

"Now fuck me, bitch," I commanded. I bent my head down and bite into her left nipple. As I clamped my teeth together, I began to thrust in and out of her cunt.

I used my hands to push and pull her ass, each hand digging into one of her juicy ass cheeks. As I slammed my cock into her cunt, I moved my mouth back and forth on her nipples, ravaging them...biting them....tearing her tender flesh with my teeth.

Hanging as she was, Marry struggled to breath. Each time I rammed my cock into her I powerd what little air there was out of her lungs. I fucked her hard and savagely. I powerfucked her!

Sweat covered her body. Her breath was ragged and labored. Every time I smashed my cock up into her cervix, a small feeble groan escaped her throat.

I dug my fingernails into her ass crack, prying her ass apart. I brought my mouth up to hers, powering my tongue into her throat. I began to feel my climax coming.

I moved my hands back to behind her knees. I lifted her lefts and pressed them up into her chest, against her reding tits. Then I moved my hands up to her ankles.

I fucked her....and fucked her. Like riding a wave, I fucked her cunt as hard and as fast as I could. Then I came....

Wave after wave of cum came boiling up from my balls and shot up out my cock. I came...and came...and came. It felt my whole body was my cock. From my balls, through my cock, up through my legs, my ass, my entire body. I erupted into Marry's torn, extended wet cunt.

I continued to fuck her, powering my cum out of her cunt and down her legs. As I continued to ride her...she came. Her small, whimpering groans gave way to a protracted deep wale. Marry tied to raise her head, but could only thrash it back and forth. Her cunt clamped down on my cock and felt her cervix relax. The last three inches of my cock slide into her cunt...now my cock buried in her womb. Marry began to cry again, deep sobs racking her prostrate body. Her own orgasm washed over her, her sticky translucent quim running out her twat and down our legs.

I pulled my cock out of her cunt. Her limp legs felt towards the floor. I stepped back and looked at her wet sweat covered form. Her tits looked so nice, sitting firm and high on her tiny torso. Her red retched nipples were hard against her white breasts. I looked down at her shaven cunt. The labia were stretched and redden. I could make out her clit, protruding from between her lips. A stream of cum and quim dripped from her distended cunt...pooling on the floor between her feet and coating her toes.

I took another shot of tequila and another hit. My cock was still hard. "Beg me to fuck you...bitch," I said to Marry. She looked at me with a groggy expression. She tried to swallow, and then appeared to struggle to speak. "Wwwhat?" she panted.

I brought the back of my right hand up across the left side of her face. Her head snapped sideways. No response...

I brought my right hand back across her face, this time going right to left. Marry's head snapped back the other way. A trickle of red ran from the right cover of her mouth. "I said beg BITCH!" as I picked up the fiberglass rod.

Even through her daze, Marry saw..or sensed the rod. "Oh....please...please...fuck me...fuck...fuck me," she whispered.

I smiled. "Alright baby, if you insist." I took another toke, then walked around behind her. I had to bend slightly, but I worked the head of my cock up against her ass. I felt Marry's body stiffen. She seemed to realize, now, what was going to happen. Surely, if my cock had wrought such destruction on her cunt, she must have dread what my cock would do to her virgin ass.

"Ohhh....pleasss", Marry muttered. She never finished her plead. I drove my cock all the way up into her ass. My cock drove into her, somewhat added by its coating of sweat, cum and quim.

I reached around and grabbed Marry by the inner thighs. I pulled her up, lifter her waist and ass horizontal. Next, I grabbed her by the waist. Then I began to fuck her again.

I have always been able to last quite long when I fuck. Each time I cum, the successive fuck last that much longer. So, whereas my first fuck in her cunt took maybe 20 or 30 minutes, my fuck up her ass lasted close to an hour.

I made sure that Marry was breathing...but other than that...I just fucked her. When I began to fuck her ass, she was still moaning and whispering a pleading, begging "please...stop...please". After the first 10 minutes or so, the whispers stopped. For about the next 10 minutes, Marry just groaned and moaned faintly. After about 20 minutes, all I heard was my groans and her ragged breathing. By the time I came, buried deep in her tight little white ass, Marry had ******.

I cut Marry down and dropped her on the floor. I took a big shot of tequila, a nice toke, and went to take a shower. My cock was almost raw as I washed the sweat, cum, quim and cuckolds brownie off it.

I have Marry into the kitchen and stuck her head under the faucet. As I ran the cold water over her red mane, I again marveled at her hard, tight, little athletic body. Marry revived quickly. I guess all the pain, the fucking, and the cold water had worn most of the holy water out of her system.

The naked little nymph wobred as I pushed her out of the kitchen. It was easy to tell that she was having a difficult time walking, what with the cunt and ass fucking that I had given her.

I got her to the door and pushed her naked body outside. The cold November air revived her even more. "What about my clothes." Marry whined. No smart-ass talk now. This bitch had that beat and fucked out of her.

I picked up her wet green short-shorts and pushed them in her face. Smiling at her, I said, "Stop by anytime...BITCH. You are such a fine fuck" For a moment, Marry looked as if she was about to say something. She paused, and then smiled...no cuckolds brownie! She smiled! "This isn't over...and you know who's the BITCH!" Marry turned, holding the wet shorts in her hand and headed toward her car. I watched as she went naked through the snow to her car. Before getting in, Marry stopped and looked back. With a knowing look, she nodded her head as if to say "Next time..." As I closed the door, a feeling of dread came to me. What was that saying? Win the battle...but lose the war?

Ch.16-They Cum a Knockin

Her firm round breast rose and fell rapidly, in sync with her labored breathing. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body. I gazed down at the eraser hard nipples pointed up at me. I felt her thighs tighten around my ass.

A smile was upon her face as she slowly traced her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Quite teasing me and fuck me!" Cindy demanded.

I eased my hips forward and worked the swollen head of my throbbing cock up against her labia. Her slick quim coated my cock head. More of her copious coital juices ran down her naked slit, forming a pool under her ass.

Ahh! I love a good tight power fuck! I brought the tip of my cock up into her cunt. Her swollen labia widen in anticipation of penetration.

Bang...bang..bang! The load pounding on my apartment door echoed into the bedroom. Looking up, out into the living room at the front door, I growled. Who the fuck would be at my door at 1:00 in the morning?

Bang...BANG! Whoever it was seemed determined to get in. I hesitated. Cindy was grinding her wet pussy onto my cock. "Never mind! Fuck ME! she whined. The need in her voice betrayed her as a bitch in heat.

I rocked my hips forward, easing the big mushroom head of my cock up into her. I began a series of short hard thrust up against her clit. "Ohhhh....ahhhh..." Cindy moaned as her hard little clit was assaulted. I felt the first of her many orgasms starting to build. She wrapped her leg up around my ass, trying to power my cock deeper into her. I lowered my head and sucked on her left nipple. I tasted sweat and a small bit of milk. I bit down on the tit. "Uhhh...oh god...fuck..." Cindy moaned.

BANG...BANG...BANG...

Now I was pissed. Whoever was at my door was about to get their ass kicked. I got up off the bed, my throbbing erection bobbing in front of my. Cindy reached out and attempted to grab my arm. "Come back...they'll go away...pleasssseee," she panted.

I smiled back at her. She lay there on my bed, her legs splayed wide, her cunt shiny and red engorged with red. Her long blond hair was tossed across the pillow behind her head. Her deep blue eyes begged me to come back and continue fucking her. She pouted like a little girl...."Pleasseee, fuck me!"

"Just a minute babe. This prick at the door needs to be dealt with or they'll wake up the entire neighborhood. Keep that cunt hot, I'll be right back," I said. I took her hand from my arm and put it on her cunt. Her finger slide into her slit and began to frig her clit as if by itself.

I paused to watch her finger fuck herself. BANG...BANG... I headed to the door.

"God damn, whoever it is making that noise if fucking dead!" I shouted as I reached the door. I twisted the door knob and pulled open the door. My right fist was clenched and I was bringing it back and up...

I was blinded by a white light. Someone had a powerful flashlight shining directly into my eyes. My fist became a hand as I attempted to shield my eyes. Then there was a second flash and 100,000 volts went through my body. Everything went black as I sank to the floor....

I tried to focus my eyes. The room seemed to be spinning. I tried to raise my head, but couldn't. I could sense several people around me. A struggle seemed to be going on.

Gradually, I made out the sound of Cindy's voice..."Take you god damn hands off me....eeeee!" Hearing her cries, I tried to move...to raise myself up...but I couldn't...

As my senses returned, I realized that I was tied up. My arms were bound at the wrist and pulled up, back behind me. With my arms stretched up, tied to the ceiling, I was powerd over, bent at the waist. I tried to move my legs, but my feet were bound to a stretcher bar. My feet were lashed to the ends of the bar, stretched as far apart as they would go. It felt like my legs were being torn apart at my hips.

I strained my head up, as far as I could. I saw Cindy being dragged, fighting and screaming, to the large arm chair in the living room. Two men, naked and sporting erections, pulled her between them. I powerd my head up further, only then recognizing Cory and the Dane.

A hand gripped my hair and savagely twisted my face up and to the side. "Finally awake, I see. Come to join the party?" Marry asked. She was dressed in a pair of tiny red satin panties and a skin tight silk half length tank-top. She chuckled after her query and I watched as her firm round tits strained and bounced beneath their miniscule coverage.

Marry released my head and my face dropped back down to stare at the floor. My vision was abruptly marred by the visage of a thin white fiberglass rod. "Remember this, Bitch?" I heard Marry ask.

Just as quickly as it had appeared the rod vanished, only to be brought down in a vicious cut my lower back. "I asked you a question Bitch", Marry chortled. Again the thin cruel fiberglass rod cut the air, this time slashing across my ass. I felt the skin on my ass tear and felt the hot thin line of red begin to drip down my leg.

"Yes", I cried out.

A third time the rod cut into my skin. "Yes what?" Marry asked.

"Yes, MISTRESS" I powerd out.

"Good, my little slut. How could you forget this rod? The very same rod you beat me with. I told you that night this wasn't over." Marry laughed as she said this. "Is she tied down yet? I want her to watch this", Marry said to someone across the room.

Through the pain, I powerd myself to look back over to Cindy. While Cory and Dane held her down, Marsha was busy binding her. When Marsha saw me looking at her, she said, "Hey Jonnie, I just couldn't miss Marry's invite. Besides, as Cindy's roommate, I have to look after her." As Marsha said this, she pulled Cindy's head up so that she could look back at me.

Cindy was being tied face down over the big overstuffed chair. Her upper torso, from just below her tits, was powerd over the back of the chair. Cindy's ankles had been tied to her thighs and then her legs had been bound to the two arms of the chair. The result was that Cindy's nice round ass stuck up into the air over the chair seat, while her arms were tied tightly down over the chair's back.

At that moment, another hand found my head and jerked it back upward. I found myself looking at a blonde heart-shaped public bush. As the glass was powerd to my lips there was no doubt that the other permister in the room was Annie Andrews, the neighbor woman. As the thick viscous liquid was powerd down my throat, Annie said, "Drink up Jonnie, I know you love the taste of my special sauce."

As I gagged the thick stuff down, I recognized the feral taste. This was Annie's special cocktail, a mix of cum, Viagra, Cialis, and Lavitra. Annie believed that each of the erectile medicines, while all guaranteeing a vigorous erection, had its own special qualities. When mixed together, it assured that the "victim" would remain hard all night (well beyond 4-hours). Annie said no to worry about the "warnings", no one ever died from too much hard cock.

I fought not to retch the thick, sticky globs of cum back up. My gag reflexes were cut short by another slashing cut across my legs by Marry's fiberglass rod.

"Now you pay, slut. When I'm done with you, you will NEVER power yourself on another woman. It's time that you finally learn that WOMEN RULE. Now you pay for what you did to me!" As Marry shouted this, she began to beat me. As she rained blows upon me she screamed, "Count Bitch, count like you made me do...COUNT!!!!"

And a beating it was. The thin fiberglass rod cut my flesh like a razor. I counted...or tried... "ONE...TWO...THREE...",but the pain was too great. By eight, I was reduced to a blubbering mass of ragged flesh. Marry was dancing around me like a takesen Valkarie. Her rod rent the air, whistling as it cut my flesh. All I could do was scream and cry. Soon I was begging..."OH GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, OH GOD STOP, PLEASE".

I lost count, but after perhaps 30 or more blows, Marry stopped. She was covered with sweat, panting from the exertion. Her arm was shaking, as the result of her physical exertion or her crazy state, I didn't know which. I felt welts and cuts all over my back, ass and legs.

Marry slammed her knee into my exposed testicles. Then she kicked me in the groin, her foot landing squarely on my massive swollen cock. "SHUT THE BITCH UP", Marry cried as she kicked me.

Annie quickly powerd another glass full of spiked cum into my mouth. When I attempted to pull back, Annie slapped me hard across the face. My vision turned to a field of stars and red ran from my mouth. Jerking my head up by the hair, Annie powerd the fetid cocktail down my throat. Then, she powerd a pair of thin red panties into my mouth...Marry's quim soaked panties. Finally, she used Marry's sweat soaked tank top to tie the panties in as a gag.

Once I was powerd into silence, I realized that someone else was crying and shouting. "For god's sake, leave him alone! You're *******ing him! Leave him alone!" It was my sweet Cindy. Bound to the chair, she was being powerd to watch me being beaten.

I wrenched my hair up so that I could see Cindy. She was still strapped to the chair. Marsha was standing by her head, a handful of Cindy's golden lock clenched in her fist. With her other hand, Marsha was pulling on a pair of alligator clips that had been attached to Cindy's nipples. As Marsha saw me looking, she gave the closest nipple clip a savage yank. The clip tore off, pulling sheds of Cindy's eraser hard nipple with it. Cindy screamed out in pain. Marsha just smiled at me and reached down to clamp the jagged teeth back onto Cindy's torn nipple. A second scream came from Cindy's throat.

Marry staggered over to Cindy. "Shut the fuck up!" she yelled, and she slapped Cindy hard across the face. Cindy no longer tried to talk; now she could only cry and sob. "I told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!", and again Marry savagely struck Cindy.

Cindy could do nothing but continue to cry. "Here, take this", Marry said as she handed the fiberglass rod to Marsha. "I'll shut the Bitch up", Marry said. Stepping up to Cindy's face, Marry grabbed her by the hair. Then, raising one leg on onto Cindy's back, Marry powerd her sodden cunt upon Cindy's face. "Eat me Bitch", Marry demanded.

Cindy resisted. Not because she was averse to eating another woman's cunt, but because it was Marry's pussy and what she was doing to me. Twisting Cindy's hair harder, Marry ground her dripping cunt into Cindy's mouth. "I told you to eat me Bitch!" she screamed. But still Cindy resisted.

"Well fuck you then! And fuck your boyfriend as well!" Marry cried out. "You", Marry pointed to Cory, "you fuck her up the ass! Fuck her until she reds! Fuck her until she eats my cunt!"

Cory, naked and clearly aroused by the whole scene, did as he was told. He stepped behind Cindy, and without any hesitation, sank the full length of his rigid cock into her ass. Cindy's scream of pain was muffled by Marry's cunt. Cory began to fuck Cindy's ass...in and out...with a rapid piston like rhythm. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass came clearly to me.

Like some deranged General, Marry continued to bark out her commands. "Now, fuck him", she shouted, pointing at me. "And, you", she said addressing Annie, "beat his ass until he reds!"

Her last comments were not needed, for I was already a sheet of red. Bloody welts and open wounds covered my body. Trickles of red ran down my ass crack and legs.

Dane, like Cory, did as he was commanded. Dane moved around behind me and impaled his stiff cock deep into my ass. While it hurt, having him fuck my ass, the pain from my beating diminished the pain of the ****.

Meanwhile, Annie was grinding her distended cunt into my face. As her cunt covered my nose, I struggled to breath. "Make me cum, you fucking slut", Annie commanded as she rode my face. Then she began to beat me with the fiberglass rod again.

On and on this went. By dawn, both Cindy and I had been fucked by all four of our intruders. I was left a hanging piece of redy meat. Cindy was left a sobbing wretch.

Finally, with the rising of the sun, our four ***rs got dressed and left. But before she left, Marry stood over me and pissed on my head. "Remember tonight Bitch Boy, because I will. If I ever see you again, you had better drop to your knees and kiss my ass on sight! You ever so much as back talk to me or any of my friends and what you got tonight will seem like a treat compared to what I'll do to you. You got that BITCH!!"

I could have answered, now that her panties were out of my mouth, but I dare not. I dare not because I was going to ******* that fucking whore. She just didn't know it yet... No one beat me, and NO ONE BEAT MY GIRLFRIEND.

"...eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" the girls counted. I couldn't see my cock with my face up Cindy's twat, but it felt like my cock was reding. Marsha moved back to the couch, just as Annie called "time". Again, Cindy obediently moved her mouth to Dane's cock.

Dane's cock was a twisted knurled mass of meat. His cock was grossly coursed with veins and bulges, bent in an upward arc to the left. The obtuse twist of his cock made it difficult to keep one's mouth on it while sucking (as even I knew from experience). On the other hand, there was an advantage as his cock didn't tend to go down one's throat and fetish them (as did Cory's long shaft).

The "game" went on for some time, perhaps an hour. I lost count of the number of cock changes. I lost count of the number of cock beatings. I lost count of Cindy's orgasms. What I did know was that my jaw and tongue were worn out. I also could hear Cindy groaning and struggling on top; struggling to keep sucking the men's cocks.

All this time Marry was sitting to one side, sprawled back in a big chair, fingering her cunt. Finally, Marry said, "Time out". Marsha started to object, with a "But I wasn't done with.."

Marsha's protest died on her lips as Marry shucked her pants and stood up. If Marsha was in charge of the other three girls, Marry now made it clear that she was in charge of Marsha! As Cindy stopping sucking on Cory's cock (the current cock in her mouth), she leaned slightly back. From my position between her legs, I watched Marry walk over to Marsha.

Marry's body, naked from the waist down, moved smoothly across the room. Her muscles in her legs rippled as she glided over to Marsha. I watched as Marsha moved back slightly. As tough a bitch as Marsha was, she recognized Marry as her superior. The muscular body, the confident stride, the glare in her hard little eyes...everything told Marsha not to mess with Marry.

Marry stood in front of Marsha for a moment; everyone and everything quiet. Then with lighting speed, Marry slapped Marsha across the face. The sound "cracked" in the room. For a moment I thought Marsha might strike back. Marsha half rose, a look of hate and loathing on her face. Marry leaned into Marsha as she rose, drawing her hand back in a fist...ready to smash Marsha into presentation.

But, there was no need. As quickly as the look of hate came to Marsha's face, it left. She sat back down. Marry continued to stand there, glaring down at her, daring her...

Then Marry leaned forward, grabbed Marsha by the chin and leaned down and kissed her. Marry kissed Marsha hard, grinding her lips onto hers. I watched as Marry powerd her tongue into Marsha's mouth. I watched as Marsha submitted, going limp and softly sucking on Marry's tongue.

Like a bitch dog that had established dominance on the other bitches, Marry stepped back. Then Marry stripped of her top and ordered the other girls to strip off their clothes. When Annie, Friane and Marsha were naked, Marry pointed at Annie and Marsha and simply said, "69".

Annie and Marsha looked at each other then back at Marry. I wondered, Annie was older, married and not used to taking orders. Marsha had never taken orders, always giving them... But, they seemed to recognize a top bitch. Without another word they fell into each other's cunts, legs and heads intertwined.

Marry looked at Friane. Poor Friane...she was scared. Always the pretty, soft sweet Friane. "You two, 69 each other," Marry commanded, pointing from Friane to Cindy. Friane got off the couch and came over to Cindy. The two girls lay down, heads in each other's crotch. They began to slowly lick and eat each other's cunts.

As I lay on the floor, Marry looked down at me. "You must be thirsty after all the pussy," she said. Time you had a take. Marry reached down and grabbed me by my long blonde hair. She have me over to Ben and pushed my face up to his cock. "Drink", she said.

I wrapped my mouth around Ben's rigid cock. "Now, water this Slut," Marry commanded, and lashed Ben across the ass with Whitey.

The whole thing came clear. The boys had been powerd to take huge quantities of water, powerd to maintain erection by having Cindy suck their cocks, never allowed to take a piss. Now...they were being ordered to water me...fill me with their piss.

I knew what to expect. I dread it. I knew that any guy can hold back his piss, fill his bladder until it had to burst...then he would piss forever...piss quarts....

Ben cut loose as Marry whipped him and commanded him to "water" me. Streams of hot, sour piss filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly...gulping and gagging. If there was any bright side, it was that Ben had takes so much that the piss was diluted. If there was a dark side, Ben keep pissing and pissing and pissing...

Finally, Ben was done. I felt sick. Even pussy piss wasn't as bad as this...

"Next," Marry shouted. I chanced a look at her. She was standing; legs spread apart, her finger working her clit, her white fiberglass rod in her hand. "Next," she shouted again.

I moved my mouth over onto Cory...just like Cindy had done....

Marry lashed Cory across the ass, and as on command, he began pissing down my throat. I wrapped my lip tightly around his twitching cock, fighting to swallow quickly and not let the warm fetid fluid slip from between my lips.

Again, I drank...and drank...and drank...until it felt like I would burst...and still Cory kept pissing.... Finally the flow abated. The last of his effluent dripped down my throat.

In the background I could hear the moans and groans of the women as they eat each other's cunts. "Next", Marry shouted. I released Cory's semi-flaccid cock and moved over to Dane's.

As with Cindy, I had a problem taking Dane's cock in my mouth. The sever left-hand twist on his cock pushed the massive piece of meat sidewise into my check. When Marry lashed his ass and commanded, "Water" his stream of piss shot into that part of my mouth and back out my lips. I raised my hand, so as to move his cock further and straighter into my mouth. A lash from Whitey across my shoulder drove my arm back down. I gulped and swallowed in vain. I tried to use my tongue to ebb the flow back out my lips, but to no avail.

I drank most of Dane's bitter piss, but a goodly portion from his first stream had escaped my lips. I knew I was in trouble. As Dane finished pissing, Marry began to rant. "YOU MESSY FUCKING WHORE. YOU FUCKING SLIMEY BITCH. CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT! FUCK YOU! As Marry screamed this at me, she began whipping me with Whitey. I dropped to the floor and tried to protect my body, but it did little good. All I succeeding in doing was rolling into a ball and covering my genitalia.

Marry seemed to have lost it. She turned her rage onto the girls and the guys. She was lashing out at everyone, screaming that everyone was a fucking screw up. As she worked out her rage everyone was cringing. The four girls were huddled on the couch and the three guys were backed into the corner.

"Ok, you (she pointed at Cindy). Get your ass back over her and suck these guys to climax." Marry said. "You fucking pricks, get back over here," Marry said to the three guys, pointing to a spot on the floor near me. The three naked men moved to the designated spot, all the while giving Marry a wide berth. Cindy meekly came to kneel in front of them, taking the nearest cock (which belonged to Ben) into her mouth. Cindy went about sucking and licking on his flaccid member. Using her hands she massaged his testicles and spread her saliva up and down his growing shaft. In practically no time Ben was arching his hip, his now stiff erection on the verge of ejaculation.

"Don't swallow it bitch," Marry said to Cindy. Turnings, Marry grabbed me by the hair and have me down onto the floor. Kicking me in the ribs she directed me to get on my back next to Cindy. Just then Ben began to ejaculate into Cindy's cute little mouth. I watched as she continued to suck his cock dry, her cheeks bulging with his load of cum. When Cindy had sucked Ben dry, she turned to Marry, her cheeks protruding like a squirrel's mouth full of acorns.

Marry grabbed Cindy by her long golden lock and pushed her head down toward mine. When Cindy was about a foot above me, Marry told her, "Now feed that cum to you Slut." Cindy gave me a sympathetic look, but obliged as Marry commanded. As Cindy opened her mouth to drop the load of cum and spit down onto me, Marry kicked me again. "Open your mouth Slut, and don't miss a drop."

I lay there with my mouth stretched as wide open as I could. Cindy opened her mouth and let a gelatinous mass of long sticky strands of cum tumble down into my open maw. Dropping from a height, the warm gooey mess hit the back of my throat, making me gag. "SWALLOW IT ALL BITCH!" Marry chortled as I struggle not to wretch. Gagging and heaving, I powerd the thick warm slim down.

"Now the next cock bitch," Marry railed at Cindy, pulling her by the hair and powering her mouth onto Cory's cock. Again Cindy worked quickly to bring Cory to ejaculation. And again her effort were shortly rewarded with the thrusting of his cock into her tiny mouth as he shot jet after jet of hot cum into her. When Cory was done fucking her face, Cindy again leaned down and filled my mouth with his cum. His load was even bigger than Ben's and I worked even harder to swallow his tart salty ejaculate.

Cindy moved onto Dane's dick without awaiting direction from Marry. However, this time, even as Cindy worked her mouth and tongue around and in his cock, Dane didn't come. Cindy was doing her best to get the man to jism in her mouth. She had his cock cover in saliva, her small hand working feverously up and down the length of his shaft. With her other hand, Cindy was rolling and pulling on his testicles. Finally, growing desperate, Cindy let go of Dane's nut and jammed her finger up his ass. Dane responded and began to fuck Cindy's mouth harder...but still he didn't come. Cindy continued to push fingers into his ass, until her entire hand was rammed up is ass to the knuckles. Then as she began to twist her hand in his ass, Dane finally came.

When Cindy feed me Dane's cum, I recognized the disgusting rancid taste so unique to his gray cum. His was the hardest load to power down my throat. As I lay there trying not to puke, Marry pushed Cindy out of the way and sat down on my face.

At first I thought that Marry wanted me to eat her cunt again. But, when her hot piss began to spray into my face, I opened up my mouth and drank. "Good boy. Good fucking Slut." Marry laughed. "I'll train you into a proper piss takeing pussy boy yet." When she was finished pissing into my mouth, Marry commanded, "Tell me you love it...tell me you love me, bitch!"

I felt that I had to puke, but I knew that if I did Marry would only make me eat it back up. My stomach retched and rolled, full of piss and cum. I was covered with the remnants of that same piss and cum. Looking up at the bitch I hated so much, I powerd out, "I love it, I love you Master."

Marry and Friane left with Ben and Cory. Annie took Dane back home. I lay at the foot of Marsha's bed as she and Cindy lay together. For a long time I fought to keep the cuckolds brownie down in my stomach. As I lay there in the dark, I heard Marsha direct Cindy down between her legs. I finally fell arelax to the sounds of Marsha's moans and Cindy ate her cunt.

Marsha was kind of in shock from the whole thing, and lay fairly quite as I stripped her. Like Marry, Marsha also wore fancy silk matching panties and bra. Marsha had chosen an ivory color.

As I finished stripping Marsha, Marry began to get vocal. Marry was fully recovered now, and now the threats started. "You wouldn't get away with this cuckolds brownie! You know better than to mess with me! I cut your fucking balls off, you fucking..." I rammed my fist in her gut to shut her up. "Whummmp," was the only sound she made as I drove the air out of her. Then I took a used pair of the panties they had made me wear and jammed them into her mouth. I tied the gag in with strips of her torn shirt.

About 6:00, Mike and Tony returned. We loaded the two girls into the truck of Mike's car. As we drove through the gather gloom, I wondered what the Kappa girls were doing know. Where was their Toilet Whore?

We drove down the alley to the back of the frat house. Two other fraters were waiting for us. We took the girls into a wooden storage shed.

Cindy was waiting inside the shed. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "It's all set," she said.

I directed the four guys, as they strapped the two girls down onto the benches. The benches were just wooden workhorses, tall enough so the girl's legs didn't reach the ground. The tops of the benches were short enough so that when their asses hung off one end, their tits hung off the other. When I was sure that they were securely tied down, I attached electrical collars to each of the girls. Then the four of us guys went into the frat house for a take and a smoke. We left Cindy to look after the girls.

The frat house was already crawling with guys. The word had been spread...and even though the train didn't start until 6:00, no one wanted to be late. Tony told me that guys had started arriving an hour early. I finished the shot of tequila with one gulp. The sweet smoke of the week filled my head. I felt so good. It had been a long week. Marry had been right...vacation was starting.

As the house filled with guys, I went out to check that everything was ready. Inside the shed, I found that Cindy had finished prepping the girls. They were now totally nude. I could see Marsha big tits hanging over the narrow board, her big round ass sticking up off the other end. Marsha smooth, hairless cunt was already shiny with pussy juices. I stepped up and drove three fingers into her twat. "Looks like the little cunt is all horney". When she didn't answer, I moved to the other end and slapped her across the face. "I asked you a question, BITCH. Are you horney?" "Mmmpphh," was all the response I got. It was then that I noticed that her mouth was filled with a cock gag. I looked at Cindy.

Cindy gave me a coy smile. "The fucking cunt just wouldn't shut up." I then looked at Marry and saw that she was similarly gagged. I moved over to Marry and grabbed a handful of her hair. I twisted her head up. Marry glared at me with malevolent hatred. I smiled and then began to slap her face. I slammed my hand back and forth across her face until red ran from her nose and her eyes rolled back in her head.

I dropped her head and walked back behind her. "Take the gags out," I ordered Cindy.

"I don't want to hear a fucking word from either one of you two bitches all night. If you so much as mutter a single word; the gags go in, the e-collar get turned on, and I'LL WHIP YOU ASSES UNTIL THEY BLEED", I shouted.

"Now, tonight's your special night. Tonight you each get to fuck unit you can't fuck anymore! Cause tonight you pull the train!" I watched their reaction as I said this. Marsha looked scared. Marry looked defiant.

"And to get things going, Cindy and I will be the first to fuck you." Saying this, I dropped my pants and pulled my cock out. The anticipation, and the pure joy of watching these two suffer, had already given me an erection. My big ten-inch monster was already dripping pre-cum. Without waiting for a response, I rammed my cock into Marry's ass. A scream escaped Marry. I reached out and grabbed a handful of hair. "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" Then I began to fuck her as hard and fast as I could.

Meanwhile, Cindy had strapped a big twelve-inch dildo on and was doing the same ass fucking to Marsha. Marsha was either smart enough, or loose enough, not to scream as Cindy viciously ass fucked her.

I hadn't cum in a long time, and so I shot my wad quickly. It was just as well, as the thought of fucking, especially ass fucking, Marry was disgusting. The only joy I took from it was that I knew it humiliated her and hurt like hell!

I pulled my cuckolds brownie covered cock from her ass. Then I turned the e-collar on and watched the waves of pain shot through Marry's tight little body. As I fried the bitch, I took her favorite whip (her white fiberglass rod, "Whitey") and began to slash her lower legs. I didn't want to mark her too much...considering all the forthcoming fucking she would be getting....but; I couldn't resist just whipping the cuckolds brownie out of her!

After a few minutes, I stopped the whipping. I turned the e-collar off. I went and stood in front of Marry. Her face was a mask of tears and pain. "Now, clean all the cuckolds brownie off my cock," I commanded. Marry looked at me, cringing and crying. "Now BITCH!" I yelled.

Marry stuck her tongue out and began to lap the cuckolds brownie and cum off my cock. I grabbed her by the hair, making double sure that she couldn't bite me, and jammed my cock into her mouth. She gagged and coughed as I washed the cuckolds brownie and cum off in her mouth. I made sure she swallowed every drop!

When I finished, I looked at Cindy. She was still assfucking Marsha, slapping her ass as she fucked her. "Time to finish," I told Cindy. Cindy gave me a mixed look of regret and lust. "Time to fuck her later," I said.

I went into the frat house. I took a spot near the back, where I funneled the men through. I told Mike and Tony to go get theirs, freebies on-the-house. Then I started collecting the money; twenty buck to fuck, twenty-five to ass fuck, and ten bucks for a blow job. Cindy supervised in the shed, making sure the girls did a good job servicing the clients. Cindy stripped down to a red corset, giving the guys doing the fucking another beautiful girl to look at. She made sure the bitches did exactly as they were told. She worked the two girls using Whitey and the e-collars.

Cindy had come in about ten o'clock. I could tell by the glitter in her eyes that she was super horney. I clearly understood, after watching several hours of naked men getting face fucked, pussy fucked, and ass fucked. As she walked by, Cindy leaned into me, pressing her hard nipples into my arm. "Feel my panties," she said. I ran a finger down onto her crotch. Her panties were soaking wet. "Be right back," she said.

Cindy returned from the bathroom, wearing new dry panties. She gave me the wet soiled pair. "Her, lover, you can get these until I get back." She said this loud enough for most of the crowd to hear. A wild whoop broke out. "Step right up guys...you'll get yours outside," she promised.

How many guys? Maybe a couple of hundred, I lost count. All I know was they finally quit coming near dawn. The money boxed was stuffed. I was tired, takes and stoned.

I called Ben and Cory, I told them to come get their bitches. I don't think either one of them wanted to come, but they dared not leave the girls else suffering their revenge. I blindfolded the girls for their ride back. I cut them loose and have them to the car trunk. Neither one put up any fight.

They both looked the worse for wear. Marry's face was all puffy, whether from my slapping or someone else's. Her legs were covered with bruise from the many hands and whippings. The red pubic hair around her distended pussy was matted with cum and sweats. Marsha was much the same, except her tits were more bruise and her lips was cut. Her cunt, shaved hairless, clearly showed the stretched, red, swollen labia.

I dumped the two girls off in the same park where they had ***d us guys during Thanksgiving. I threw their naked bodies into a large green dumpster. I put them with the other cuckolds brownie and trash where they belonged.

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March Madness


Looking back over the last few months, I never would have imagined myself in this position. I have a steady girlfriend I have been seeing since college. I have a good paying job in spite of the recession we have all been dealing with over the last year. And I consider myself better than average when it comes to my social life. While I've dated quite a few women over the years, I've pretty much been going steady with Sandy since we both graduated from Duke a few years ago.

Sandy is a pharmaceuticals sales rep and travels a good bit. I'm in sales too but all of my customers are in our region which limits my time away from home. We have talked about moving in together but right now we both still maintain our own apartments. Sandy is a gorgeous blonde with a *******er little body. We met at a fraternity mixer and I have been smitten ever since.

I'm a huge basketball fan and invited a close friend of mine over to watch the second round of the NCAA Tournament a few months ago. Randy is a Tarheel, our nemesis when it comes to basketball, but he we both knew the "heels" were a much better team this year and we were both kind of hoping they'd meet up in the semis.

Sandy had already informed me she was going to be in South Carolina on a sales trip and would likely stay with her parents and be back on Sunday leaving me to fend for myself over the weekend. Given all the games that were on, there was little doubt what I'd be doing...or at least I thought.

I invited Randy over for some pizza and basketball Saturday. We had both settled in with a few cold beers and a little March Madness. Duke held off Texas in a score that was much closer than it should have been. I went into the kitchen when Randy yelled out if he could get on my computer to check out the bracket. I yelled back that my computer had issues and kept locking up on me.

Randy informed me while he wasn't a computer technician, he knew a thing or two and might be able to help me out. Thinking he certainly couldn't hurt it, I gave him my approval and headed back to the kitchen for salsa and chips. Randy sat at my computer station in the den and began typing away. When I returned, I looked over his shoulder to see screens and prompts I had never seen before. I was definately impressed.

I sat back down in the lounge chair and began taking in the next game. "I'm gonna' run a virus program on your machine. I think that's what's locking ya' up," Randy said as he kept typing away.

"Thanks," I replied taking a long swig from my cold beer. Randy got up from my station and returned to the couch as we both began watching the next game. He returned minutes later to check the status. I could hear him typing away as he set about fixing my computer.

"There's the problem. I figured you had a virus...probably something you downloaded from a file," he informed me. He continued to type away finally rejoining me on the couch. We must have polished off at least a six pack a piece when he looked over at me, "You need to be real careful on those sites you look at. Some of them are loaded with viruses and spyware that can hijack your computer."

Then it hit me. While I'm not gay and have never had sex with a guy, I had been looking at some free adult sites that featured both men and women, women and women, and yes... men and men. I'd never given much thought about guys before - never had an interest. But I have to admit, when I saw the frozen frame of the two guys going down on each the other night, I downloaded it.

Actually I had downloaded quite a few...and intended to delete them after I had viewed them. That is before my computer seized up on me.

"So I noticed quite a selection of videos you downloaded to Real Player," Randy said without even looking up at me.

My heart was thumping loudly in my chest. Shit, did this guy see those videos? Did he know I was looking at gay stuff on the web? "Yea, I downloaded a little. I don't even know what I have. Just sort of downloaded stuff on a site and thought I might get back to it later," I said. I hoped he'd drop it. Assume I didn't know what I was looking at.

"So, are you gay?" Randy asked bluntly, looking over at me after he took a take from his beer.

"No man, why would you ask that?" I shot back indignantly.

"Well, that's quite a collection of queer stuff. I just didn't know if that was your bag or anything. I mean... I'm cool with it. I don't think less of you or anything," he went on.

"Look, I don't even know what's on there. I just sort of downloaded some stuff. I might have downloaded some gay stuff by accident," I said trying to get out of it. I hoped he drop it. Leave it alone.

"Hey look, don't worry about it. I just noticed your history has a lot of gay sites in your cache. You might want to clean it up. What would Sandy think if she saw the sites you visited... or does she know?" he kept up.

"Damnit, I said I'm not gay. I just downloaded a couple of videos. It's no big deal," I said feeling myself get embarrassed. I literally felt like my mouth was drying up as I picked up my beer and drew a long gulp of the cold brew.

"So, you did download it on purpose. You're curious huh?" Randy said with a smirk. "Look...Dale... It's no big deal. I'm not going to tell anyone. But you should know something...." Randy stopped.

I looked at him wondering where this was going. "I should know what?"

"I e-mailed my computer at home with a few of your sites. A little message from your mailbox to mine. Maybe you should take a look at it," Randy warned as a horror swept over my body. What had he done? I walked over to my computer and saw that he had opened my outlook program and there on the screen was a message that had been sent.

It was addressed to his e-mail and the subject read "Dale's Links". There in the e-mail he had pasted in some of the sites I had visited as well as the properties indicating the date and times. You could have knocked me over. "What the hell are you going to do with that?" I asked, feeling the heat in my face.

"Call it insurance. Nothing if you behave. But if you do something stupid... well, I might have to forward it to a few of our friends. Maybe Sandy too for that matter," Randy said as he stood up from the couch.

"Why are you doing this? What the fuck are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm thinking I'm gonna' satisfy your curiosity...let you have the real thing," Randy added.

"You've fucking lost it man. I'm not gay. I have no interest in guys. I'm as straight as you are," I said defiantly.

"I don't think so and I'm not the dude with the gay porn on his computer," he kept up.

I thought about what he said. Images flashed in my mind of our buddies getting his e-mail. The ridicule from my coworkers. What would Sandy think?

"So what is it you want?" I asked somewhat resigned.

"I think we both know what I want. I think it's what you want to," Randy said as he drew a sip from his beer.

"Why don't you undress for me? You want to get naked for me don't you," he smirked.

I couldn't believe it. We had been friends since High School. He was pretty successful with the ladies. What the hell was he doing this for? "You gonna' do it or do you want me to leave?" Randy asked staring at me. "But if I leave, we both know what I'm gonna' do. No one has to know Dale. Just me and you. You just do what I tell you and I go home and delete the e-mail. Like it never happened. What do you say?" he said still looking me right in the eyes.

I had to admit part of me was excited and part of me wanted to punch the cuckolds brownie out of him. "If I do it. If I do it this one time, that's it right? And no one knows -- no one," I said for emphasis.

"That's right. Just between us. Not even your girlfriend," my buddy said as he watched me, his confidence growing. "Now, just slip out of those clothes. I want to see you naked."

I pulled my t-shirt over me head. I was already barefoot so I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down my legs and free. I stood in front of Randy in my grey briefs. The underwear too, "he chided.

I pulled off my polo briefs and my semi-hard dick began to bob back and forth. "Damn, looks like you're excited already," Randy smirked as my dick betrayed me lifting higher and higher at the thought of being naked in front of my friend.

"That's good... real good. Now come over here and kneel in front of me," he commanded.

I knew what he wanted. I wondered if I wanted it to. "Undo my jeans," he said as I unbuttoned the snaps on his Levis. I was surprised when bare skin appeared as he apparently didn't wear briefs under his jeans. "Now pull them down." I tugged his jeans down to his white socks. He had already slipped out of his tennis shoes. "Off my leg," he instructed as I pulled one pants leg off and then the other as he stepped free.

"Now tell me what you want to do. Tell me you want to suck my cock," he commanded. I couldn't believe he was saying this to me but here I was kneeling naked before him - his dick swaying inches from my face.

"Say it...tell me you wanna' suck my cock," he said again with emphasis.

"I want to suck your cock," I resigned myself.

"No, not like that...I want you to say it with feeling. Tell me what you want. Tell me!," he continued.

"Let me suck your cock. I want to suck your cock Randy," I said looking up at him from the floor.

"Go ahead, kiss it. Put your lips around my dick," he smirked.

I knelt forward as his member had already begun defying gravity. My lips touched its velvet head. It was soft and warm against my lips.

"You can use your hands. Lick it. Suck my cock," he kept on.

I grasped his warm shaft and lifted the member to my lips. I took the flesh in my mouth like I had seen on the videos. It was warm in my mouth and I could feel him growing harder as I sucked on the head and then took it deep in my mouth. I started to move my lips up and down on the shaft like Sandy did when she was giving me a blowjob.

"Damn, that's good. You're a good little cock sucker. You really like my cock. You like sucking on my dick," Randy said in between soft groans.

I did. I did like sucking him. I didn't want to admit it but I was enjoying giving him head. I took his dick, now slick with my saliva and licked its length. "That's right cocksucker, lick me, lick my balls," he commanded.

I took his hairy balls in my mouth. It was salty tasting but not at all unpleasant as I had imagined. I licked them, took them in my mouth, and then returned to his cock. I took the member as far in my mouth as I could until I gagged. I fetishd a couple of times but continued to slide up and down on his hard slick pole.

"You like that? You like my dick boy?" Randy grunted. I knew there was no use in denying. I was naked, my mouth full of cock, and quite honestly, I was enjoying it.

"Yea, I do. I do like sucking your dick," I said between noisy slurps.

"I knew you would. Cause you're a little cocksucker. You like that dick in your mouth. I believe you're hooked on my dick aren't ya. I don't believe this will be the last time you blow me," he continued.

He was right. I was enjoying it. I liked it and I knew I'd want to do it again. I could taste the salty precum from the tip as I moved my head back and forth, letting him fuck my face. "Beat your meat. I want to see you beat yourself off for me," he instructed.

I reached down with my right hand and began stroking my cock which was as hard as it had ever been. I removed my mouth from his cock just long enough to spit in my hand and then return it to my cock as I moved up and down on Randy's pole.

It felt so good to stroke my manhood as he fucked my face, locking his hands behind my head and pulling me hard on his wand. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow my load - all of it," he said as I felt his velvet head pulsating in my mouth. Then I felt it. His warm semen filling my mouth. I swallowed fast as I clamped my mouth on his dick. It was powerful as it hit the back of my throat. The warm cum slid down my throat as I continued swallowing.

Almost in sync, I felt my own cock twitch and I launched stream after stream of cum onto the carpet. I slowed my pace on my cock coming to a stop as Randy pulled his slippery wet cock from my mouth. I felt a trail of warm cum run down from my mouth as Randy scooped it up with his finger and returned it to waiting lips.

I couldn't believe I had done that. I couldn't believe I had just given a blowjob to my friend. A friend that had threatened to blackmail me if I didn't. But deep down I was glad he had.

"Go get us a beer," Randy said as he collapsed on the couch. I walked into the kitchen and pulled two beers out of the fridge. I walked back into the den and handed him one as I opened mine and washed down the remaining cum in my mouth.

"Now, aren't cha' glad we got that out of the way. Let you experience something you were curious about," Randy asked looking over at me.

"You're not gonna tell anybody right? You said you wouldn't," I asked really concerned about what that news could do to me.

"No, I'm not gonna' tell anybody," he reassured me. "But on the other hand, I might not delete it quite yet."

"What do you mean," I demanded. "A deal's a deal...you said you would!"

"And I will...I'll delete it. But I think we both liked it too much to stop just yet. If I get rid of it you just might decide you don't want to blow me again. I kind of liked it. I know you did. I saw how you got off. You do what I say...I will. I'll get rid of it. But first I'm gonna have a little fun with you."

Randy stood up and grabbed his jeans pulling them on. "You do what I say, when I say, no one's the wiser. No one knows what a cocksucker you've become. Sandy doesn't need to know her boyfriends a faggot."

"I'm not a faggot. I'm not gay!" I stated back defiantly.

"Yea, and you didn't just blow your buddy and shoot off on your floor" he said with a smirk on his face.

Randy walked to my back door. "I'll call ya. Sandy get back tomorrow?"

"Yea," I replied.

"What time? Randy asked.

"Tomorrow night some time. She said she'd call me when she got back in town," I answered.

"I'll call ya,'" he said again as he closed the door behind him.

I sat in my lounge chair and began thinking about the events that had played out. Sucking on a dick - my first dick. I couldn't believe that a few nights ago I was watching people on a video and just moments ago I was on my knees blowing my buddy. As I thought about it I felt my hand wander to my dick...still slick with my semen and spit from earlier. It began to harden in my hand. Swelling as I thought about the cock I had sucked. Randy's balls that I drew into my mouth. The long slender cock that slid easily into my mouth.

I stroked my cock as it grew. I spit into my hand and rubbed it over the head. I closed my eyes and thought about my first cock. The way it fit in my mouth. The warm semen which shot into the back of my throat. My cock twitched. It felt hot in my hand as I felt it pulse and then shoot shot after shot of warm semen which settled back down on my hand.

I was nervous that Randy had an e-mail from my computer. An email that detailed gay sites I had viewed and downloaded. Would he really expose me? Would he really let our friends...my girlfriend no what I had done? But it did excite me. I had to admit I was as turned on as I had been in some time. Sex with Sandy was great but this was great too.

I headed down the hall to the shower to clean up. I wondered what tomorrow would hold. I was pretty sure I'd be on my knees again. Naked on my knees as I sucked on my friend. I wanted to. I wanted to suck his cock. I was hooked on his cock...and he knew it.

I tossed and turned trying to relax. I couldn't get the images out of my head - me, kneeling naked, sucking on a friend's cock. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't given any serious thought of sex with another man. Now here I was trying to come to grips with how I found myself in this position. I have a steady girlfriend and consider, still consider, myself a straight guy. Yet a few nights ago, I found myself surfing the web and came across a slew of free porn sites.

It's nothing I hadn't done before mind you. I have a few already bookmarked in my favorite places. On this occasion though, I was searching through hot blowjob scenes and two guys were making out on the digital image. I found myself downloading it, and then another. It wasn't that I preferred looking at that rather than a hot chick going down on another guy - it was that this was different.

I downloaded a few and watched one in particular a couple of times. This one video had a guy who powerd himself on his roommate. It was an amateur film and the two were likely, most probably, acting for the camera but it came off pretty real and I found myself getting hard. Seeing how horny I was, I quickly visited several other scenes before I found one with two chicks with strapons going at it. I beat off until I came all over my stomach.

The next day, surfing through other sites my computer hung up and I couldn't get it any further than the Windows Desktop. None of the programs would function. My friend Randy, though not a computer geek, is pretty handy when it comes to computers and he found the virus that wreaked havoc on my machine. However, not before he saw the sites I visited and forwarded the addresses of the places I had downloaded to his home e-mail address and threatened to blackmail me unless I gave him a blowjob.

He said he would delete the e-mail if on this one occasion, I sucked his dick. I'm sure had I not been takeing I would have told him to e-mail anybody he wanted. I would just claim he had typed that himself and sent it. But that's now when I have a much clearer head. Instead, I did what he asked. I sucked his dick. I even let him cum in my mouth and at his request swallowed it.

The truth is while I should have been mad as hell at what he was asking me to do and perhaps should have busted his ass right there, he was right. I was curious. I wondered what my girlfriend Sandy felt like when she was giving me head. I wondered what a dick tasted like.

I'm not gay. I like girls. Sex with Sandy is great. But there was a part of me that wondered. Wondered what it would be like. I thought about the video of the roommate who submitted to his friend. I'm sure I could have overpowered Randy. But now I wrestle with the fact that I didn't stop it. I did it. Worse, I think I liked it.

Sunday morning Randy called and invited me over to his place to watch more basketball. It was mostly Big East and Big Ten teams but basketball is still basketball. Randy lives in the same apartment complex as I do and he said he was flipping burgers and just to come on over.

He never mentioned the previous evening and in the back of mind I wondered if perhaps now that he was sober too, he might have regreted it. Maybe it was a one time thing... something experienced but best forgotten. I threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and was out the door.

I knocked but there was no answer. So I just walked on in seeing Randy out back on the grill. He told me to help myself in the fridge and to bring him a cold one. Nothing was exchanged about our encounter and we both enjoyed the burgers and beer. I was maybe on my fourth beer when I walked back to his restroom. It was when I walked back in the den, I almost felt an air of tension. Something was different.

"So, are you ready for your next blowjob lesmister sport?" Randy smirked.

"Dude...let it go. I did it once. You said that was it. Let's just chalk it up to an experience, our experience, between us and move on," I retorted hoping Randy would let it go.

"No, we're not done. I might have let it go last night. But dude, make no mistake - you enjoyed blowing me. You may not want to admit it but you did. I saw how hard it made you. And then you came all over the place. No, you wanted to give me a blowjob. Just like you want to now," Randy countered.

"Tell you what," he went on. "If you lower those sweats and don't get hard thinking about giving me head, I'll drop it. Better yet, I'll walk over to that computer and delete the e-mail I sent last night..."

"Maybe I'll just delete it myself," I shot back before he added, "you don't know my password."

"But," Randy started back, "If you do get hard -- if you get an erection at the thought of sucking on my dick, then your ass is mine. You'll do what I say for the rest of the day. No back talk. You'll do it. We got a deal?"

I though about it. "Deal!" I said defiantly.

Randy started removing his jeans. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked. "We didn't say anything about you getting undressed," I said somewhat puzzled.

"No, but we didn't say I wouldn't." Randy said as he continued to slip out of his clothes. Peeling off his socks, ripping his shirt over his head, leaving just some briefs that he pulled down as his member came into view.

"Now, your turn sport. Take it off. Take all of it off. And don't get hard. Remember, you get a woody and you're mine the rest of the afternoon," Randy egged me on.

I can't explain why -- maybe it was all his talking. But even before I took off the first item I could feel my cock stirring in my shorts. I was trying to will it to soften. Trying to think stupid thoughts. Anything to get my mind off the moment.

Randy stood by with a big grin on his face as he started stroking his cock. His dick getting harder and harder as he grew more confident. I looked down, trying to avert my eyes.

"You're getting hard aren't cha' buddy. That old dick of yours is betraying you isn't it. You want to suck my cock. You want another mouthful of my cum don't cha'," Randy taunted.

"Look, this is silly. I'm not doing it," I countered.

"Then you're an automatic loser," Randy smirked.

I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I kicked of my Nikes and then pulled down the sweats. It was already evident what was going on in my briefs. We both knew it. I could feel the embarrassment on my face as I eased my shorts down. My dick bouncing up almost slapping my belly.

I looked down and there it was -- the veins straining as it pumped my cock -- almost as hard as it had ever been.

"I knew it. I knew you wanted it," Randy said almost gleefully. "Now, remember our deal. I own your ass for the rest of the day. You'll do anything I ask, and the first thing is I want you to tell me how much how want to suck my cock," Randy instructed.

I knew I was defeated. There was no use in defying him any longer. "I want to suck your cock," I said meekly.

"You want this boy?" Randy asked as he grasped his hard on and held it in my direction. "Crawl over here and suck it, show me how bad you want this cock."

I crawled along his floor until I was eye level with the man flesh that I had sucked the night before. "Before you suck it, kiss my dick, kiss the head of my dick."

There was no turning back. I knelt over and placed my lips on the crown of his cock. I could feel his slit in the top of his dick against my lips.

"Now go ahead, you can suck it boy," Randy said reveling in the moment.

Once again, I let the smooth wand part my lips as I bathed it with my tongue. His cock was warm and just as I remembered from the previous evening so velvety soft in my mouth. I reached up with my right hand and held it firm as I moved my lips up and down on his shaft. This time, without being told, I pulled the cock out of my mouth and tongued his hairy nut sack, taking one ball and then the other in my mouth.

Randy groaned in pleasure as I sucked and licked on his cock and balls. I looked up and saw his eyes closed tightly as he had both hands propped up on his hips. I worked the cock back and forth, removing it every once and a while to lick its length with my tongue before I placed it back in my mouth.

I could feel him rocking back and forth. He was literally fucking my face and to be honest, I liked it. I couldn't deny that it was turning me on to be used like this.

"Suck it you little cocksucker. You like that dick don't cha' boy. You like sucking on my dick. Being my little cocksucker don't cha'" Randy said as his thrust became more powerful. I pumped his cock, actually beginning to look forward to him cumming in my mouth.

I wanted his hot salty cum. I wanted him to shoot it down my throat. To use me like he did the night before. My own cock was rock hard as I occasionally felt the heat from the head of my dick rub against my belly.

Then I felt him tense up. His legs almost locked as he grabbed the back of my head powering my mouth further onto his dick. I thought I would fetish as I felt it. Stream after stream -hot cum filling my mouth. I swallowed hard and often as it felt like his cum was never ending.

Finally, he began to relax his grip as he started to slide his slippery cock from my mouth. I looked up at him just as he removed his dick and then wiped it across my lips, across my face. I should have been insulted. But when he held it still in front of my mouth again, I bent over and kissed it. I kissed the head.

"Good boy. That was great," Randy said as he collapsed in a chair. "Now go get us a beer. But don't wipe your face. I want to see that cum on your face."

It took all I could but I didn't wipe my face as I felt the cum starting to dry and cake around the sides of my cheeks. I got us both a beer. He drank it down and then went to the restroom as I reflected on what had just transpired. I know I should have been embarrassed. But for some reamister, I enjoyed it. My dick was still hard and I wanted to jack off.

When he returned, I went to the restroom and found I couldn't pee my dick was so hard. It seemed to take forever before I finally subsided enough to cut lose a stream. It was maybe an hour later that he seemed to get his second wind.

"Alright boy, now its time for you to lose your virginity," Randy smirked.

"No, please Randy," I begged. "I'll give you another blowjob. I'll do it whenever you ask. Please, don't fuck me. I can't take that big thing up my ass," I cried.

"We made a deal boy. You'll do whatever I ask. Now I want a piece of that ass of yours. But I have something that should make it easier," he said as he held up a small plastic jar of Vaseline.

"Now get your ass over here now," he demanded.

I knew he wasn't going to let up. I walked to him and bent over the arm of his couch. "Tell me Dale, tell me what you want me to do," he smirked.

I knew the drill. I knew what he wanted. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I wanted it too.

"I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with that big cock of yours. Fill me up with your cum!" I said it. Hell, part of me wanted it.

"Okay, boy. Let's get your little cherry ass ready." I felt his fingers pry apart my cheeks. I could feel my little asshole tighten up as the air hit it. Then there was a dab at my opening. He sladyed my hole in Vaseline and then I felt a finger push in.

To be honest, it wasn't the first time someone had played with my ass. Sandy had on several occasions used her fingers. But nothing bigger than that. She once asked if she could use a dildo on me but I acted put out. Secretly, I had to admit I liked it when she gave me a blowjob and stuck her finger in my butt.

Randy worked two, then three fingers as he twisted them and pulled my hole apart. I would never have admitted it to him then but I was turned on to the max!

"Okay. Here it comes. The real thing," Dale warned as I felt his fingers back out and replaced by the warm head of his cock. He sort of rested it there a moment. Sort of hesitating. Then I realized I was backing into it. I couldn't believe it.

"That's the spirit. You really do want that cock don't cha'," Randy said in a husky voice as he eased more of the head into my ass. It was huge. I couldn't believe how big it felt. I was just about to ask him to take it out when the head slipped through and his shaft moved all the way up my ass.

He stopped and patted my back. "That's right bitch. Now you've taken all that big dick," Randy said in a soft voice as he moved ever so slowly in my ass.

"Bitch? " I thought. He just called me his bitch?

Randy moved back and forth as my ass felt it was on fire. I felt so full as his legs would leave mine and then I would feel the bulk of his weight as his pubic hair came to rest on my ass. Randy reached around and stroked my dick. It had lost its erection but I began to harden again in his hand.

Randy sawed back and forth, slowly but all the way in and then almost out. I felt a sensation in my ass I had never felt before. Damn it felt good. "Yea, Randy fuck me, fuck my ass!," I exclaimed as he pushed harder and harder in my ass.

I hated to admit it, but I loved it. I loved Randy fucking my ass. He stroked my own dick which was now completely hard in his hand.

"Fuck, Fuck, I'm cumming," his voice rose as he pulled his cock from my butt. He shot stream after stream across my ass as he rubbed the head on my cheek and then returned it to my gaping hole. I had felt empty and welcomed its return. It was warm and filling.

Without losing his balance he flipped me over to where he was sitting on the arm of the couch and I was leaning back into him. He continued to beat my meat with one hand as he pulled hard on one of my nipples with the other. It was almost as if my nipple were connected with my penis as I came, spurting all over my abs. When I had finished coming, Randy rubbed the semen into my stomach and then did something totally unexpected.

He brought his fingers to my mouth and I opened it. Taking his cum coated fingers in my mouth. Fingers coated with my cum. I was now licking my own cum off his hand. He relaxed his grip on me and told me I could go wash up.

When I returned he had already dressed and was back on the couch watching the next game. Looking back, I can't recall who the hell was playing as I slipped on my sweats and told him I was gonna head on home.

I went home and showered. Yet no matter how much I had soaped myself up I seemed to smell of his cum. The cum which seemed to cover my body. Just pass eight, my cell phone rang and it was Sandy telling me she had just returned home. She talked for about twenty minutes but for the life of me I can't really recall what we talked about. I remember she said she'd call me at work in the morning. We'd go to lunch.

I had no sooner hung up than the cell rang again. I thought it was Sandy, but the screen said Randy. "Check out your e-mail," he said.

For a minute I thought he was sending me back the original e-mail. I don't know. But there was one address -- a web address. I clicked on it and was shocked when it went to one of the free sites I had looked at a few evenings ago. Two gay guys going at it. Perhaps it was just an instant -- but then I realized it was us.

He had slightly distorted our faces but it was us. I examined it closer. His face was much more distorted than mine. You couldn't tell it was Randy. But I could sure recognize, even through the haze, it was me.

"What the fuck is this!" I demanded.

"I figured you'd like it. This is one of the sites you liked isn't it?" he inquired.

"How the fuck? How did you do that? When did you do that?" I was beside myself.

I had a camera on the book shelf. You never have been one to pay attention to details. I turned it on when you went to the restroom. Pretty good angle, huh?" he chuckled.

"Why the fuck would you do this," my voice was shaking.

"Look, no one can tell who it is. Just another gay guy on a gay site. Nobody's gonna recognize you and hey, if they did, what are they doing looking at that site," Randy said trying to sound consoling.

"Take it down. Take it down now!" I demanded.

"I don't think you're in any position to be threatening me. Maybe you ought to watch it. It's pretty hot. Asking, no begging me to fuck your little ass. Look, we'll talk tomorrow. Maybe we can make some type of accommodation."

"What the fuck are you talking about. What do you want now?" I inquired.

"We'll talk later." Randy hung up.

I watched on the video screen as his cock moved in and out of my ass. As much as I hated it I could feel my dick stir in my pants. I couldn't believe this guy had been my friend. Someone I had known since High School. We had been buddies.

I watched his cock as it slid out of my ass and came across my cheeks. He stuck it back in my asshole. I watched as my ass leaned back into him, almost beckoning him to come back.

I slid my sweats down and stroked my cock. I spit in my hand and rubbed my head, then moved along my shaft. I watched as he flipped me over. Randy was stroking my cock. I could feel it grow hard in my hand. He rubbed up and down until I launched a stream of cum on my chest. I could feel the warm cum trickling across my hand as I came again. The sperm landing on the floor by my feet.

I hated it. I hated that it turned me on so much. But what did he want now? He had taken my ass. What was next? Whatever it was I knew I would do it. I had to. I wanted to.

As I sat at my desk Monday morning, I was replaying the events of the past weekend in my head, When I left work on Friday, I had a weekend planned of basketball and beer with a buddy. By Sunday, I had gone down on him sucking my first dick and he had fucked my ass. To make matters worse, he had taped the whole thing without my knowledge and had posted it to an amateur adult site.

We made a bet that I wouldn't get hard stripping in front of him, however, if I did I had to do his bidding for the rest of the day. I had done this because he had already found incriminating gay sites I had previously viewed on the Internet. I had never considered myself even remotely bisexual but I had to admit seeing those guys go at it really got my dick hard. Randy had found them while working on my computer and threatened to expose this to our friends.

But he promised he would drop the whole matter, if I could prove sucking his dick didn't turn me on. Why would it? I have a girlfriend and I'm not queer. But after I agreed, he stripped himself and then started jerking off, the whole time telling me how much I wanted to suck him. He sneered as he stated how he was going to enjoy my lips around his cock.

I threatened to call it off but he said stopping now was a forfeit and automatically made me a loser. Problem was, even as I started to remove my first articles of clothing, I could feel the familiar twitch in my briefs. I tried not to think about it -- get my mind on other things. But Randy was in the background taunting away. Looking back, I'm not sure I didn't want to suck his cock. I had done it the day before after he found those web sites I visited. Actually I had enjoyed it but I didn't want him to know.

I'm not gay but I did like him fucking my face with his dick, tasting his cum when he climaxed into my mouth. I had kneeled before him naked, sucking on his cock, licking his balls, while stroking my own cock in my hand. Perhaps deep down I wanted to lose. That's why when I finally slipped off my underwear, my cock was rock hard, bobbing back and forth. I had lost the bet. Maybe I had lost before we even agreed to it.

Before the afternoon was over I had again swallowed his load as he trailed his dick across my face. Randy made me wear the remaining cum on my face that I didn't swallow as we sat around his den naked watching the game. Later he fucked my ass. I had never had anything back there and it felt like he was going to tear me apart. But eventually my asshole adjusted to him and I began to enjoy it. My girlfriend Sandy had often used her fingers there when she gave me a blowjob. But there's a hell of a lot of difference between a girl's finger and your buddy's cock.

Unknown to me, the whole affair was captured on a video camera that he had positioned on his bookcase and he had loaded the scene with him fucking me on one of those adult sites I had visited. Randy is talented when it comes to computers and the clip he posted had our faces distorted so you couldn't make us out. Actually his was very distorted but he didn't go to as great a length with mine. My heart was beating out of my chest when I saw it.. There on the site was the heading, "Str8 Neighbor Gets His First Dick". I watched it over and over Sunday night.

It wasn't a long clip and I was thankful he never said my name in the audio. Actually in the piece he posted, he kept referring to me as his bitch. When he had slipped his dick into me, he patted my back and said, "That's right bitch, take it..."

I had recalled later getting caught up and actually asking him to fuck me. I could have sworn I called his name but all the sounds on the video were me groaning occasionally begging him to fuck me and him calling me names. I suppose he edited the other out. He had pulled his cock from my ass when he came and busted his nut across my cheeks and then returned it to my gaping hole.

He then turned me around for the camera and he jacked me off. I came all over my stomach which he rubbed in and then he stuck his fingers up to my mouth. I can't believe it but there it was on my screen, me licking his fingers, sucking my own cum off his hand like some wanton slut. I was every bit the cock slut as the guys I had watched on video -- me! And there it was posted on a website where anyone could see it.

Somehow it felt different at work. Looking around at my fellow employees I wondered what they would think if they saw me on the screen. If they knew what I had done. And my girlfriend Sandy. What would she think? I tried to get my work done but I really did a poor job getting focused.

Later in the morning Sandy called and said she was working through lunch but asked if I would come over after work. In the middle of our conversation, she stopped and asked if something was wrong. My heart about stopped. Was it something I said? The way I said it? How could she tell? Did I sound different?

"No, I'm fine...just missed you this weekend, that's all," I said trying to sound convincing.

"Ohhh that's sweet. But I bet you didn't miss me too much with all your games on and stuff. But I'll give you points for saying it," she purred. "Just drop by anytime after six, I'm going to the gym first," Sandy said before adding, "Love ya."

"I love you too," I responded before I hit the end call. I did. I did love her. It wasn't really like I cheated on her. First it was with another guy and not a girl and second I had been powerd to do it.

I wondered what she would think if she knew? She couldn't know. She couldn't find out. I didn't want to lose her. I had dated a lot of girls but Sandy was everything to me. We met in college at a fraternity party. She's rather petit, just 5" 3". She has long blonde hair, brown eyes and a smile that you wouldn't believe. She's not stacked or anything. Her tits are only a 34B but they fit her frame perfectly and she has one *******er ass.

When she's not traveling, she spend a great deal of time out by the pool and has a dark tan. She takes great care of herself and works out regularly down at the gym keeping her stomach flat with a nice set of legs. Like I said, she's the total package!

The afternoon couldn't have gone by fast enough as I made my way over to Sandy's. I walked into her apartment and she was just pouring out water from a pot of spaghetti.

"Hey babe," she said as she moved in my direction, her soft plump lips locking on mine, before she returned to the stove and began checking her sauce. She was wearing some white shorts that really hugged her beautiful ass and a bright yellow top. She was barefooted standing in her kitchen and her little toes were painted a bright pink. I wanted to grab her right there. There was a part of me that wanted to prove to myself, I wasn't gay. I was straight. This past weekend meant nothing.

I walked up behind her and slid my head beside hers smelling the perfume she always wears. She smelled so good. I moved her hair back from her neck and began planting kisses.

"Careful or you're gonna' get me worked up and I'll burn your supper," she purred.

"Who cares about supper?" I asked.

I could see her smile as she stirred the spaghetti sauce. Setting down the spoon she turned down the heat and then turned in my arms. Our lips met again but this time it wasn't in passing. Her lips planted softly on mine, working between them as her soft pink tongue traced the outside of my lip before invading my mouth.

Her kiss was so wet, and soft, and warm. I slid my hand under the shirt and wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her tight against me. I knew she could feel my dick that was swelling between my legs beginning to harden against her thigh. I wanted her. I wanted her right then.

I slid my hand up and in a quick motion popped the snap on her bra. "Babe," she said as she pulled free of my mouth. "Don't get carried away -- we have dinner ready."

"Well, go ahead and take the bra off," I begged. I want to see what I'm having for desert."

"Maybe I should go out of town more often," Sandy smiled. "You really did miss me."

Sandy served the dinner but I was more interested in the main course of the evening and helped her clear the kitchen after we had eaten. She turned on the TV but I had no plans to watch anything as we both settled onto the couch. I took her face and turned it to me again kissing her. This time it was me, working my tongue into her mouth, feeling hers meeting mine as our two tongues wrestled.

Sandy has the softest lips. The bottom lip is plump without looking unusual to her face. But I can't describe how it feels when she wraps it around my cock. It is simply the best set of lips I've ever felt.

I slipped her shirt over her head with no hesitation on her part and took one of her breast in my hand. I bent my head down and took the soft nipple in my mouth as she leaned her head back and groaned. Her breasts aren't real big but they are firm and her nipples get rock hard. So much so that when she's wearing her bathing suit they are quite noticeable if she's cold or excited. I continued to suck on her tit moving from one to the other as I drew her nipple into my mouth and licked her breast.

I could have sucked on them all day long but eventually I pushed her back on the couch and began to slide my tongue down her taut belly. I licked her stomach and dove my tongue into her naval button. I unsnapped her little white shorts and unzipped them as I peeled back the shorts exposing her little pink thong.

She wears thong panties that just barely cover her little pussy with the thin fabric up the crack of her ass exposing her cheeks. I wrapped my fingers around both the shorts and her thong and pulled them down in one motion as I slid them down her lean legs and off her feet. She was now laying naked before me -- my prize as I continued to lick her belly, dabbing my tongue in her belly button before working it closer to her snatch.

Her pussy is completely smooth with no trace of hair or stubble. I remembered a girl in college that shaved her pussy but she was dark haired and always seemed to have a bit of a stubble. But not Sandy. As I moved my tongue down her stomach to her cunt, it slid leaving a wet trail. She smelled heavenly.

I knew she had showered after her workout but she also dabs just a hint of powder or perfume near her pussy because the fragrance is there. It drives me wild. I've been with girl's whose pussy opened up like petals. Sandy's pussy lips are tight together with just the hint of her inner lips at the top of her pussy. I licked around her pussy, sucking on her lips before pushing my tongue between her lips.

"Oh baby, I've missed that tongue. Yes, lick me. Lick me there," she started moaning as I worked at her cunt with gusto. I looked up to see her pulling on her own nipples. Twisting them with her fingers, squeezing the hard little nubs. I pushed my tongue deep into her hole, tasting the familiar juices as I lapped them up.

Using my hands, I pushed her ass off the couch a bit as I took long laps at her cunt. As I pulled away, I saw the juices trailing down to her little pink rosebud. As I had many times before, I moved my tongue to her ass and caught the juices which has settled there. I probed gently at her asshole as she cooed.

"Oh cuckolds brownie baby. Lick my ass. That feels so good," she moaned as I dabbed my tongue at her hole working it like a little cock. Her asshole gave way to my tongue as I probed. It has a slight muskier taste than her sweet little pussy. But its delicious none the less. Eventually, I took a wet finger and worked it into her hole as I returned my assault on her pussy.

I sucked on her clit, using my lips, and then once again working my tongue as far up her hole as I could go. I used two fingers in her ass, sawing my fingers back and forth. I had tried once to fuck her in the ass but I was too takes at the time and her little asshole couldn't take my dick which was not really cooperating that night. I hadn't tried since, but I was determined to one day nail that virgin hole.

Her asshole was clenching down on my fingers as I felt her legs shaking. That sign she's about to cum for me. I went at her with more enthusiasm, plastering my face against her gushing pussy as she grabbed my head by the hair and directed me harder, trying to pull me into her womb.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Sandy exclaimed as she bounced up and down on her couch, her body heaving as she pulled harder at her own tits. When her orgasm subsided I stood up and slipped my own shirt over my head. Other than slipping off my shoes, I had been completely dressed as I devoured her. I unbuckled my belt and then unsnapped my trousers, lowering them and stepping free just leaving some briefs.

Sandy, if on cue, slid off the couch onto her knees and grabbed the waistband in her thumbs as her soft lips placed kisses on my stomach. She lowered my briefs as my cock, already hard, sprang free and bobbed in the air. She looked at it appraising its size before settling her lips on the crown and then taking the head between her lips. She would move her lips along the length and every so often pull her mouth free to suck on my balls. Sandy gives the best blowjob of any woman I have ever met!

She took her right hand and jacked me slowly as her mouth twisted on my cock. Then as I looked down at her kneeling frame, an image shot through my mind. Me! Naked before Randy, sucking on his cock. Jacking his dick as it pulsated in my mouth. I didn't want that image. I wanted to enjoy this.

I opened my eyes and watched Sandy, her small hand wrapped tightly around my shaft as she guided the dick between her lips. I remembered Randy calling me a cocksucker. How much I loved sucking on his cock and tasting his cum and that it wouldn't be the last time. I had enjoyed it. I did like it when he came down my throat and wiped his cock on my face. Even when he pulled it away I had chased it down, planting a last kiss on its head before he took his cock away. Watching Sandy going back and forth on my cock I couldn't help but think of what I had done.

What would she think if she knew that just the day before I had been on my knees sucking on another man's cock? Just like she was doing now. Then she looked up at me. Her eyes meeting mine as she smiled, confident she was giving me the best head in the world. Thing was -- we were both cock suckers. And I couldn't deny it. I had liked it. I liked to do what she was doing. I liked the feel of Randy's cock as it, moved over my tongue.

I felt her hand other hand as it caressed my ass cheek. She had wet a finger and I felt her little digit as it probed my backside. I spread my legs letting her explore. Little did she know, that too was no longer virgin territory. I had let, or rather Randy had took, my anal cherry the day before.

Her finger slipped easily into my hole as she continued to stroke my cock. Her head licking, sucking my shaft. Her finger felt good in my ass and at that moment I wished Randy's cock was there. I wish he were fucking me as Sandy sucked my dick. I closed my eyes and fantasized about it. Sandy kneeling naked before me, sucking on my cock as Randy moved his dick in and out of my ass. Telling me what a bitch I was -- a whore for him to use. His stomach slamming up against my back as his dick filled me.

I wanted him to cum in me this time. Not to pull out like he did the last time. I wanted to feel his cum as it shot off inside me. His warm cum in my backside. Sandy was working two fingers in my ass as she felt me start to move my ass up and down on her fingers. I was fucking her hand as her pace on cock picked up.

My cock and ass felt like a heat wave were moving across my lower torso as I wanted her hand deeper in my ass. My legs grew weak and I felt the familiar twitch in my cock as I launched stream after stream of cum which Sandy swallowed. I sunk down on my knees beside her as her fingers slid gently out of my ass. Then I did something I had never done before. I kissed her after she had given me a blowjob.

My tongue slid into her mouth and I could taste the saltiness of my own cum. Just a little remnant left behind. It startled her that I would kiss her with my own cum still in her mouth but it seemed to turn her on. Her kiss back was passionate and she stuck her own tongue back in my mouth. Apparently she hadn't swallowed all of my cum and I could taste more of it that had settled on her tongue. It was the wettest most passionate kiss I think we ever had.

We both lay on the floor trading kisses and staring deep into each other's eyes. After a few minutes my cock was still fairly hard so I gently eased it between her legs. Her pussy accepted it willingly and we moved slowly together, kissing, her arms wrapped tightly around me. I rolled on top of her and her legs locked around my back as I moved deep into her pussy. Our mouths sliding across each other, tongues swapped back and forth. I felt her hard little nipples poking my chest as sweat dripped from our bodies. I loved her so much. It was in that moment I knew that I loved her with all my heart but I also realized I wanted more.

I had tasted sex with another man and I had liked it to. Could I have both? Was that possible. As I raised up on my arms, I looked down into her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes as I pumped my cock into her hot wet pussy. She grabbed onto my ass cheeks as I raised up and thrust down. It wasn't long before I was shooting another hot load into her pussy. I came until my body went limp and I nestled my head into her neck as she cradled my head.

"Baby," she whispered softly as she rubbed the back of my neck. "Baby," she whispered again as I was still trying to collect myself. "Would you want to eat me now?"

I raised up and looked into her eyes. We had both been turned on minutes before when I kissed her after a blowjob. Now she was asking if I wanted to eat her pussy covered in my cum.

"Would you like that?" I inquired

"Oh yeah, I've never thought about it before, but that would be such a turn on...would you? Would you do it? I mean...I understand if you don't want..." she was saying before I just started moving down her sweaty chest.

"Oh cuckolds brownie," she started as she realized I was going to do it. Her hands clenched the floor and then shot to my shoulders as she guided me to her wet pussy coated in our juices. I had never done anything like this. Never eaten a pussy that I had just fucked. I spread her lips and saw the first remnants of my come start to leak out. I dabbed at it with my tongue.

I could feel her whole body shake as I let my tongue glide through her lips. Wet and hot with our juices. I could taste the salty cum, slick as it leaked into my mouth. Then I could feel her as I knew she was pushing the cum out as a glob formed at her opening and I greedily sucked it up making slurping sounds. The noises seemed to get her off as much as my licking as I probed and licked her wet box.

"Yea, eat my pussy. Get all that hot cum out you put in there. Clean me up," she chanted which drove me on. "That taste good? You like sucking your cum out of my pussy?"

Sandy and I had always talked during sex and she might use some profanity. But she had never been this graphic. "Yea, get it all now," she continued. "Eat it, lick up all those juices. Let me give you some more," she said as I could feel her again bearing down and squeezing a new load out as I continued to suck it up.

"I didn't know how much you liked your cum. All this time we've been wasting it. From now on, maybe we'll get you to clean up what you put there." I knew she could tell what her dirty talk was doing to me. Then I felt her again as she grabbed hard at my head. I closed my mouth around her opening and she came hard.

When her body finally stopped heaving I slid up and kissed her again on the lips. This time it was just a small returned kiss. Neither of us had the energy for anything else.

We lay in each other's arms for several minutes before she eventually got up and went down the hall. When she returned from the bathroom she had on a t-shirt and I knew it was time for me to get dressed as well.

We spent a little time talking while I was getting dressed but neither of us really discussed what had just transpired. About an hour later I left to go home. On the way back to my apartment I couldn't help but think that had been the hottest sex I had ever had.

Arriving back at the apartment, I fixed a take and then logged onto my computer. There was some e-mail and I recognized one straight away from Randy. The subject said "Up to 7,000. I had no idea what he was talking about. Reading on, Randy said the clip he had on the site had over 7,000 visitors in two days.

I clicked on the link and immediately saw that not only was there one clip of me and him with his dick in my ass, but he had posted the earlier video of me giving him a blowjob. It was titled "Str8 Neighbor loses a bet". He had a descriptor of both videos and both showed a counter detailing the number of views as well as comments left behind from those who had watched.

My heart was pounding as I watched the new video. Once again, our faces were blurred out so you couldn't tell exactly who was in the video. Thankfully this one was only about four minutes and again either neither of us used our names or he had dubbed them out. He simply referred to me as a cocksucker but you could plainly hear me asking, no begging, to suck his dick.

I hesitated but finally picked up my cell to call him.

"Hey dude, I take it you got my e-mail," he said without even calling me by name.

"Look, I think this has gone far enough. You had your kicks. You need to take that stuff down before someone sees it," I said directly.

"Someone has seen it," he replied. "Over 7,000 folks have seen it, and we're just getting started," Randy replied.

"What the fuck do you mean we're just getting started," I replied getting pretty angry.

"I mean, Thursday when you come over for the Duke game we're gonna shoot a new one," he went on.

"The fuck we are. You're out of your fuckin' mind. I'm not going to let you tape any more of those. No way," I replied indignantly.

"Really," Randy replied. "So, you want me to post the original version showing your face. Maybe adding back the audio with your name. That what you want?" Randy questioned.

I was speechless. "What would your coworkers at the office think about that? Or Sandy? Did you see Sandy tonight?" Randy went on.

I couldn't say a word.

"No my friend. That train's left the station. We will make another video and you will be sucking my dick and begging me to fuck your ass. Just be thankful I don't ask anyone else to join us" Randy added.

"You'd do that? You'd tell somebody?" I asked almost mortified.

"I could. I know lots of guys who's like to get their dick sucked. Maybe a little ass fucking whether it was a guy or girl as long as they were not the one's having to do the sucking," Randy stated directly.

"Now. We gonna' have trouble here or you gonna' play good?" he asked. When I didn't reply he became more direct, "I said are we gonna have trouble?"

"No," I replied. "I'll do it. Just, please don't let anyone know its me. Please. That could ruin me," I pleaded.

"You just remember that," Randy smirked. "No, one will no who you are on the videos...I'll see to that. Now, tell me what you want to do when you come over here Thursday."

I knew what he was asking for without being told. "I want to suck on your cock again," I said resigned to the fact I had no choice.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"No, I want you to fuck me again. I want you to slide your big dick into me. I want to feel your hot cum shoot into my ass," I added.

"Wow, you really are the slut aren't you," he said with a chuckle.

I couldn't believe I had added the part about cumming in me. But I did. I did want to feel his cum in me. Actually I did want him fucking me. I knew that. I think he knew it to.

"And I want you to film it and post it on our site. Your cum running out of my ass," I said actually envisioning in my head, laying on my back as his hot load ran back out my ass.

"I'm looking forward to it. And maybe this time, I'll even let you do some of the filming. You can hold the camera as my cock slides in and out of your little man pussy. Would you like that?" Randy smirked.

"Yes. I want to. I want to video me sucking on your dick. Swallowing your cum," I said. And I did want to. I was so worked up.

"Okay boy," he said for emphasis. "But when you get here Thursday, " I want you to have shaved all the hair off your cock and balls. Completely bare. Do you understand that. Come over here in just some gym shorts and a t-shirt," he commanded.

"You want me to shave my crotch?" I questioned.

"Is Sandy shaved? Does Sandy shave her little pussy?" he inquired. I didn't want to answer him. I didn't want to say.

"Answer me boy" he demanded.

"Yes, she shaves. She has a bald pussy," I said meekly spilling intimate details about my girlfriend's anatomy.

"Well then, when she sees you next you can tell her you did it for her. But we'll know you did it for me...want we?"

"Yes, I did it because you made me," I answered back.

"Be here Thursday like I said," Randy stated firmly before he disconnected us.

I knew I was getting in deeper and deeper but I also knew that I had never been so sexually excited in my life. I had actually enjoyed the sex with Randy. The way he made me do the things I was doing. And the sex I had with Sandy was also the best sex we had ever had.

I looked back at the computer and saw some of the comments people left about the videos... "Hot, the guy is a real slut, what a whore."

I didn't wait for Thursday. I went back to the bathroom, and with a pair of scissors clipped my hair down, took a shower and shaved my cock, balls, and ass as smooth as I could. When I dried of, I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe how different I looked without any pubic hair. I got some lotion from the cabinet and stroked my cock. Sliding the lotion all over my hairless cock and balls. In minutes I came with a power that cum splattered onto the vanity.

As my cock started to gradually subside I realized I was a real slut. I was a whore. Randy had made me that way and I wanted to be his bitch on Thursday.