les histoires de chrislebo

Allen entered to the oohs and ahs of the guests as walked painfully and naked, carrying his wine tray. He paused in front of a couple chatting with Inga, who introduced him to the couple as her new boarder and slave. The woman reached out to fondle Allen's cock as she took a glass of Champagne. He twitched as she grasped his cock, but managed not to spill any takes while she massaged his member to full hardness. She finished her wine and placed the long Champagne glass over his hard-on, smiling sweetly. Removing the empty glass from his cock he placed it on his tray and moved on to serve another couple.

A woman admired his hard-on and squeezed it powering a thick clear drop of pre-cum to seep out of his cockhole. She wiped it up with her finger, tasted it, smiled and licked her finger clean. Her escort played with Allen's balls and pulled on the cords to the slave boy's dismay. Another man walked to Allen and squeezed his cockhead to collect another drop of pre-cum. Using the pre-cum as a lubricant he pushed his finger into the slave's ass and swirled it around. Allen quivered a bit at the intrusion, but tolerated the finger. The man withdrew the finger and wiped it across Allen's lips and walked away smiling. Allen suddenly twitched, nearly dropping his tray. Another woman had taken a glass of Champagne and placed it against his nipple. The chill had been so unexpected that Allen grunted in surprise.

Helga was being used in much the same way. The guests had unlaced her bodice to expose both of her magnificent breasts. They played with her tits and pussy just like they did with him. Unlike him however, Helga was comfortable being a toy thing for the guests. Allen told himself that he didn't mind being a toy, it's just that he wasn't used to the situation yet. Inga walked by and whispered in his ear that he was doing a splendid job for his first time, and that she was proud of him. Buoyed with her approval, Allen eagerly resumed serving the guests and enjoyed their fondling him. A tall redheaded woman with ample breasts and a wicked grin began to stroke his cock as she talked to the woman who had touched the cold glass to his nipple.

She continued to masturbate him until he began to throb then she swatted his cockhead relieving his urge to cum. As she started stroking his cock once more he quickly regained his hard-on. The other lady tickled his balls, taut in their slipknots. Placing her glass on the tray the woman stroking him, covered his cockhead with his foreskin, grabbed the end of the foreskin and pulled it painfully hard. Allen grimaced, but did not cry out nor try to move away. He stood his ground. The redheaded woman began to roll up his foreskin powering his cock flaccid, thus averting orgasm again. Several men felt and kneaded his asscheeks and another powerd his finger into his asshole. Allen endured all the torments without outwardly being mortified. Inga came to his rescue, announcing that dinner was served.

The guests retired to the dinning room as Helga, tits and nipples still exposed, began to place food on the plates. Allen, as ordered, kneeled on his Inga's right, who sat opposite Karl at the head of the table. Helga served the shrimp cocktails, enduring several feels of her breasts as she worked. Inga ate slowly and chatted with her guests, ignoring Allen. He remained kneeling and watched as Inga selected a shrimp from her dish, drew it between her cuntlips drenching it with her juices and gave it to Allen to eat. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and ate the gift. Meanwhile, Helga served each guest with a thick slice of roasted prime rib. Again Inga cut off a piece of meat, flavored it with her pussy's essence and gave it to Allen to eat. The woman to his right also began to feed him in the same way, to Allen's delight.

Inga bent to Allen's ear and whispered something to him. He nodded and disappeared under the dinner table. Allen saw that none of the women wore panties and all had their dresses pulled up exposing their pussies. The men had pulled their trousers down to expose their cocks and balls. Allen knew what he was expected to do and set to his task at once. He crawled to a man on Inga's left and reached out to stroke his cock. The man stiffened slightly then calmed down to await his pleasure. Allen began by licking the man's balls until they were covered in saliva then he drew his tongue along the swelling cockshaft. Pulling back the foreskin he inhaled the males musk and touched the tip of his tongue just under the rim.

He heard the man softly moan and Allen engulfed the now hard cock with his mouth, pressing it hard with his tongue. The satiny cockhead throbbed as the slave concentrated on the sensitive spot in front, provoking a large thick clear drop of pre-cum to seep from the cockhole. He licked it up and resumed 'tormenting' the cockhead with his tongue. Feeling the man's legs quivering, Allen knew that his orgasm was imminent. He closed his lips about the large cock and began to move his head back and forth swirling his tongue all over the cockhead. In a few seconds the man moaned deeply and blasted his cum deep into Allen's waiting mouth. Allen swallowed the semen and drew in more, as the man's balls emptied their load into his eager mouth.

Allen cleaned the cock he just sucked then moved to the next guest. He recognized the redheaded woman by her neatly trimmed red haired bush above her pussy. Her fragrance was wonderful as he inhaled it several times before blowing on her pussy. The woman twitched when she felt the cool air waft over her cunt. He moved his head between her thighs. She quivered as he kissed and licked her inner thighs. He kissed her pussy lips as though they were her mouth and heard her sigh with desire. He parted her cuntlips with his tongue and plunged his tongue deep into her cunt. She gasped aloud to the applause of the other guests as Allen sucked and licked her inner folds.
He coaxed her clit to exit its hood with strong flicks of his tongue over her clit's hood. Her clit exited slowly and engorged to stand erect, quivering for attention. Allen did not disappoint the sweet nub as he sucked it into his mouth to suckle it as though it were a nipple. The woman's gasps turned to distinct groans as she writhed in her seat to the applause of the other guests. Unable to stand it any longer she reached under the table, clasped Allen's head and pulled his face into her cunt. "Suck it," she shrieked as she rotated her hips in rhythm with Allen's tongue. He concentrated on her clit and in a few seconds she was screaming in orgasm, drenching Allen's face with her juices. Finally, her orgasm receded and she remained still, breathing hard.

"Bravo...bravo," the guests shouted and applauded in accolades to Allen's tongue s*******s, as the woman attempted to recover. One by one Allen visited all the guests, under the table, bringing them each to orgasm. Karl, by far, delivered the largest amount of cum to Allen's waiting mouth. He reached under the table to pat Allen's head in appreciation. Allen had saved Inga for last. When he parted her thighs, he was drenched with a heavy flow of her juices. He teased her by pulling her cuntlips with his lips and flicking her clit with his tongue. Inga was extremely aroused. She panted in anticipation of cumming while her slave continued to tease her throbbing pussy and clit. Unable to contain herself any longer, Inga wrapped her thighs around Allen's neck and pulled his face into her cunt.

"Eat me, you fucking cum slut!" she shouted as Allen tried to continue teasing her. "Make me cum, whore!" she cried again as Allen relented and began to lick and suck Inga's pussy as she moaned. "Yesssss, oh yesssss...that's it...oh Jesus...suck my clit hard, sweet slave," she shouted and erupted into a massive orgasm. She shuddered and shook as she screamed incomprehensively through each of her cum spasms. "Oh God," she gasped and collapsed in her chair trying to catch her breath. Allen was unsure of what to do next. He waited for instructions under the table as

Helga lifted the tablecloth and beckoned him to her. "Crawl to the kitchen," she whispered and he quickly moved painfully on hands and knees into the kitchen. He looked up at Helga waiting to be told what to do. She sat in a kitchen chair and spread her thighs, "It's my turn now, cum slut," Helga said to him and pulled him between her legs. Allen inhaled her sweet fragrance as he eagerly kissed her pussy. Her scent was like no other and his arousal was complete. With a rock hard cock, he licked Helga's sweet cunnie.

"Ummmmm," he moaned as he licked and sucked her sweet treasure in rhythm with Helga's moans of desire. Her orgasm was unlike any other he had ever seen. She writhed and bucked, squirting sweet nectar from her pussy as her cunt muscles clenched about his tongue holding it fast. Helga was a 'multiple' and she would cum again and again with each spasm of her pussy. Her cunt nectar spewed out to coat Allen's face, mouth and tongue. He could not believe that anyone could cum as often Helga did while she continued to hold his face to her pussy, crying out for more. Finally, her orgasm subsided into little mini after-cums that soon ceased as well. She lay back in her chair reveling in the pleasure just visited upon her.

"Oh my God, Allen!" Helga exclaimed when she regained her senses, "that was incredible. That was the best cum I've ever had!" she smiled sweetly and looked down at him. "I'm going to love having you about," she said. "You also did a number on Inga out there, you little rascal, she grinned." Allen smiled back, pleased with himself. The two submissives heard the guests leaving while the Mueller's thanked them for attending. After a few minutes Inga entered the kitchen, embraced Allen and kissed his mouth. She told him how pleased she was with his performance.

Karl came in and shook Allen's hand vigorously. All the guests had remarked about how s*******ed a slave Allen had proved himself to be. Karl released the elastic cords holding his balls and Allen breathed a sigh of relief having been freed from that painful implement. They rejoiced their good fortune to have found Allen and how well he fit into their lifestyle plans. Allen too was very joyous of his new found home and friends. He knew that at last he had found a home. The four of them retired to their beds to relax and awaken to whatever a new day would bring.

The lunch was superb, as always. Inga had outdone herself again with her culinary arts. Allen sipped his wine and listened as Karl, Inga and Helga discussed some past event before he had rented his apartment. His life now, had become completely intermingled with the Mueller's and Helga. There was little outside of this small circle that he wished to participate in. He only ventured outside when his work absolutely required his absence from his wonderful Mistress, Master and fellow submissive, Helga.

Fellow submissive was a relative term when applied to Helga because she too dominated and controlled him when the Mueller's were not present. She was sort of a stand in Mistress, but was often used by the Mueller's as their female sex toy when it suited them. Allen didn't really mind who was in control. He had found profound happiness in his current role as sex slave to the Mueller's and wished that it would be so, always. Allen's mind seemed to drift as he had difficulty hearing the softer words spoken in the after dinner conversation. His eyelids were heavy and he seemed too relaxy to really care to participate in the discussion. Soon he drifted off to relax.

He awoke, realizing that he had been haveged, to find he was naked and bound to a padded bench like device. Allen was lying face down with his wrists in soft leather restraints fastened to either side of the bench. There was a padded seat in front of his face attached to the bench, which had levers and adjustments for height and distance from the bench. Towards the back, the bench ended at his hips, which allowed his cock and balls to hang free towards the floor. His knees were spread wide and strapped into padded wells that prevented him from any movement. The entire apparatus stood in a frame, which seemed to Allen, could be raised and lowered to position the 'user'.

"Ah, I see that Allen has awakened and is ready to serve," Karl observed as he, Inga and Helga entered the room. "How does my bench feel, Allen?" Karl asked him. Allen searched for the right words, but realized that the question had been rhetorical when Karl didn't wait for an answer. "I built this bench device several years ago for slaves like you and Helga, when providing your services to Inga and I," he continued. "Helga was the last to use the bench for our pleasure and Inga felt it was time to introduce you to our toy."

"Yes Master Karl," was all that Allen could think of to reply, as he realized all the wonderful activities that could be done with him, and to him, because of the bench. Although he knew that the three of them were in the room, he really couldn't turn his head enough to actually see them. Helga stepped in front of the bench and smiled at Allen, bound to the bench. She adjusted the seat to her settings, and removed her robe to stand naked in front of Allen. Her beauty had an immediate effect on him and his cock began to stiffen. Helga's large conical breasts and puffy areolas revealed her excited state as did her hard erect nipples. She sat in the padded seat and grasped Allen's head in her hands, drawing his face into her fragrant bush.

Allen moaned with delight as his nose nuzzled the soft curls of Helga's dark thick bush. He inhaled her scent wafting up from her moist pussy nestled underneath her bush. Allen tried to kiss her pussy, but Helga toyed with him, preventing contact with her sex. Karl moved behind Helga and began to tweak her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers making her pussy wetter. Inga straddled Allen's back, sitting on it as she reached under the bench to open a portal on either side of the bench providing access to Allen's nipples. He felt Inga's very wet pussy oozing her juices onto his back as her fingers and thumbs found his nipples. She rubbed them and twisted them, 'tormenting' his nipples at her, and his, pleasure.

Karl raised the entire bench, by activating its built in motor, and then pulled out another padded seat below the seat Helga sat in. He removed his robe to stand naked, then sat in the second seat with his huge hard-on just below Helga's pussy. Karl raised his seat as Helga spread her cuntlips to admit Master Karl's cockhead between them. The seat was raised by it's motor until Karl's cockhead began to slowly disappear inside Helga's cunt to her moans of delight. Her cunt clasped Karl's cockhead and drew his ample foreskin back as the huge cock entered deeper into her pussy. Helga gasped as Karl finally seated his cock deep inside her sex.

Inga, meanwhile, had had rubbed, tugged and tweaked Allen's nipples to full hardness. The little nubs protruded from his chest and she placed a nipple clamp on each of them. Each clamp had a short chain attached to it with a small lead weight on the end of the chain. Allen groaned as she let go of the weights and they dropped to painfully pull at Allen's hard nipples. Helga was breathing hard and tried to wiggle around on Karl's cock, but he admonished her to stay still. Inga got off of Allen's back to put on a strap on dildo harness with a double headed eighteen inch dildo, two inches in diameter. She slipped one end into her very wet cunt until the clit device covered her clit. Inga lubed Allen's asshole generously with KY jelly and thrust the other end into Allen's asshole in a single painful thrust.

Allen started to cry out, but Helga chose that moment to pull his mouth against her throbbing clit, muffling his cries of pain with her cunt. She began to rotate her hips, fucking Karl and rubbing her clit against Allen's lips. Inga fucked Allen's ass with the huge dildo and in turn fucked herself with the other end of the dildo that impaled them both. Inga's naked thighs kept striking the back of Allen's thighs with each of her thrusts, causing the weights on his nipple clamps to dance and bounce, 'pleasuring' him. Soon Inga's movements with her dildo transformed the initial pain into pleasure as Allen tried as best he could to thrust back into Inga's thrusts.

His tongue shot out to lick and slather Helga's clit as Karl fucked her cunt. Occasionally his tongue would bathe Karl's cockshaft and rim with his saliva, increasing both of their pleasure. Helga groaned in absolute pleasure as her Master fucked her hard and Allen 'tormented' her clit relentlessly with his tongue. The clit device on Inga's strap on dildo vibrated her clit and she was rushing, along with Helga, headlong towards orgasm. The two women moaned and gasped as their cunts were being fucked and their clits pleasured. Neither wanted to cum first and they stared at each other stoically trying to withhold cumming to make the other one cum first. Fortunately for Inga, she controlled the wonderful assault on her pussy, while Helga did not.

Suddenly, Helga grabbed Allen's head powerfully and held it hard against her sweet cunt as her urge to orgasm mounted swiftly. Allen could feel Karl's cockshaft rubbing hard on his lower lip and chin just as Helga screamed in a savage orgasm. Her pussy sprayed its nectar around Karl's cockshaft onto Allen's face, mouth and tongue as she orgasmed again and again. Karl quickened his efforts to power Helga into the multiple orgasms he knew she would experience. Her cries to stop went unheeded by both men pillaging her pussy by cock and tongue. She tried to push Allen's mouth away from her super sensitive clit, but was too weak to muster much strength and he continued to drive her into cumming again and again. Helga's arms fell limply to her sides, as her head lay back onto Karl's shoulder, her eyes closed as her body spasmed in multiple cums.

Karl continued to tug and tweak her nipples throughout her orgasms, accompanied by Allen tonguing and suckling her clit hard as she came. Helga uttered low moans, unable to move from the ferocity and intensity of her multiple cums. Allen terrorized her clit while watching as Karl's balls began to draw up tight in preparation for his orgasm. As Allen steeled himself for the torrent of thick white frothy cum he was about to receive, Inga shrieked in orgasm behind him. She drove the dildo deeper into Allen's ass and held it there as she convulsed through several hard cums. Inga pulled hard at her own nipples as she came intensely, impaled upon the huge dildo in her pussy.

Karl groaned and drove his hips forward just as his cock erupted deep within the nearly senseless Helga. Allen could see Karl's balls convulse and pump his Master's seed through his massive cock into Helga's waiting pussy. Helga whimpered as she felt the hot cum splatter and squish inside her, but was powerless to do anything other than enjoy it. Again and again Karl's huge cock pumped cum into Helga's cunt. Allen waited patiently, unable to do otherwise, and soon was rewarded with streams of semen spurting out around his Master's cock onto Allen's mouth, lips and tongue. Allen swallowed as fast as he could, waiting for Karl's cock to soften which would bring forth the torrent of cum still held inside Helga's cunt.

Allen felt Inga lie down on his back as her orgasms had consumed her, her tits pressing her hard nipples into his back. She was breathing hard and lay fast against him, keeping both of them impaled upon the huge dildo. Helga recovered enough to close her cuntlips tightly around Karl's cock to prevent his cum from exiting her pussy. Allen watched as Karl's cock slowly slid out of Helga's pussy, semi hard and coated in thick creamy cock and cunt cum. Karl pulled Helga's seat back away from Allen's face far enough to put his semi hard-on on Allen's lips to be cleansed. Allen opened his mouth to accept his Masters' cock and licked all the residual cum from the cock, milking it with his lips to get it all.

Satisfied with Allen's cleaning of his cock, Karl stood back pushed Helga's cunt back into Allen's face. She released her cuntlips as Allen covered her cunt with his mouth and sighed as he caught the cascading cum in his mouth, swallowing as fast as he could. Each time she squeezed her cunt muscles another large dollop of cum squished out of her pussy and Allen licked it up and swallowed. He relished the succulent flavor of Helga's cunt cum, blended with Karl's semen. Soon her pussy gave up the last of its cum gift and she stood up, pushed the padded seat into the bench and kneeled to kiss Allen passionately, sharing the last of the blended cum with him.

Inga slowly regained her senses, lifted herself up from Allen's back and extracted the dildo from his asshole. She removed the other end from her pussy and freed the dildo from her harness. Inga brought the dildo with her as she knelt to kiss Allen and tell him what a wonderful sex slave he was. She placed the dildo to his mouth and he responded, knowing that he was expected to lick it clean. Inga held the dildo as he cleaned it with his tongue and watched his ramrod hard cock oozing pre-cum. She wiped the pre-cum all over the fake cockhead of the dildo and permitted Allen the privilege of licking his own pre-cum from the dildo. He finished cleaning the dildo and expected to be released, but the Mueller's had other chores for him.

Inga knelt behind him to place a cockring tightly around the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming. She also tied a rawhide cord tightly around the base of his balls then pulled the cord hard, removing any slack and fastened it to a notch on the bench. The cord stretched his balls, but not painfully...yet. Karl moistened the rawhide, from the knot around Allen's balls, to the notch that held it fast. "That will contract as it dries, Allen, for our amusement and to prevent your balls from drawing up into your belly," Karl told him, "We don't want you to get a set of 'hot nuts' and ruin our pleasure this evening."

Helga had gone to shower and put on her maids uniform with her tits and nipples exposed, nearly falling out of the bodice of her uniform. As usual, she wore no panties or bra. She allowed Allen to inhale the scent of her perfumed bush and pussy again, but no more than just that. Inga returned, showered and dressed in her red leather Domina's outfit with the crotch cut away and her breasts protruding through holes for that purpose. Allen could make out that she wore her nipple rings and could hear the tingle of the little bells hanging from them. Her pussy was wet and she daubed it with Kleenex then rubbed her juice laden tissue on Allen's face. He thanked her for her thoughtfulness as he wondered what would come next.

Inga slipped into a gold evening gown that completely covered her Domina's outfit and waited for Karl. Soon Karl appeared in his tuxedo and stood still while Inga tied his bow tie for him. Allen realized that the Mueller's were having another party and he was most probably going to be the entertainment. He thought about asking if there was indeed a party, but decided against it, knowing that the preparations were already underway. Inga patted his asscheeks and fondled his cock, stroking it to be sure that he was totally unable to cum. Satisfied, she covered him completely with a king size bed sheet without even a word as to why. Allen knew that was Inga's way and he accepted it like a good sex slave.

Helga appeared, dressed in a see through chiffon wisp that covered her magnificent body. She stood at his side, smiling at him as the guests drew their chairs nearer to the bench. Inga untied the single knot that held Helga's chiffon dress to her body. The guests gasped as they saw Helga's beauty standing naked before them. They had all seen her before, but this statuesque presence took their breaths away. She was perfect. Breasts, that were full, with no hint of sag. Skin smooth as satin, without blemish. A dark thick bush, with soft inviting curls. A distinctively sculpted body, beautiful as the statue of Aphrodite. A magnificent ass perched on flawlessly shapely legs and an exclusively formed pussy, with inch long unwrinkled cuntlips, moist with her dew. Allen's cock swelled even more.

A hush fell over the guests and the Mueller's as this Nordic beauty straddled Allen's chest. She scooted up to let Allen inhale her scent while the soft curls of her bush covered his nose. Allen lay still, knowing that Helga would be in total control. Heavy breathing filled the air from the guests and all males had huge bulges in their pants just from watching this magnificent beauty. Helga lifted her pussy over Allen's mouth. Her moist pussy dripped its nectar through his open mouth onto his tongue. He let it gather and pool as more descended drop by drop to meld into the nectar in his mouth. Smiling at Allen, she pulled back to bend her mouth to his, kissing him deeply and probing for his tongue, sharing her nectar.

She arose again over his mouth, her moist pussy wetter than before as she gently lowered it onto Allen's waiting mouth. She sighed as his tongue licked her pussylips, gathering more nectar as he licked the outsides of both her cuntlips. His tongue flicked across the edges of her closed pussylips several times, barely touching her clit. Helga twitched each time his tongue grazed her upright, swollen and engorged clit. She moaned in pleasure as Allen reached up to gently rub and tweak her bullet hard nipples, twitching each time he tugged at them. He parted her cuntlips with his tongue, plunging it deep inside her as she groaned her pleasure audibly. Helga reached behind her to find Allen's nipples to lightly rub them as he pleasured her pussy with his tongue. Allen could see her clit throbbing and begging for attention as his tongue licked the silky inner folds of her pussy.

The guests were generally silent except for their heavy breathing. Many were masturbating or playing with another guest's cock or pussy as they watched, enraptured by the spectacle before them. Helga moaned continuously and her pussy clutched Allen's tongue as it bathed the inside of her cunt. Her juices flowed profusely, drenching Allen's face and mouth while he dutifully sucked her pussy, draining her emotionally. She tremred as he swathed his tongue upon her clit. Ravenously he curled his tongue into a sheath that surrounded her sensitive nub. Helga cried out as her clit danced upon his eager tongue, extracting her sexual essence from her clit. His tongue controlled her for several minutes as her sensitive clit was driven towards orgasm.

Allen knew that Helga had resigned herself to his mastery of her clit. He sucked as though it were a nipple, easing up when she neared orgasm and renewing his lingual assault upon it when her urge diminished slightly. Helga's breathing was labored and she could not stand anymore of his tongue on her sex, but was powerless to impede his pillaging tongue. Helga closed her eyes and laid her head back as her orgasm thundered through out her body. Her screams of passion remisterated throughout the room as she writhed and shuddered from one orgasm to another. Unable to control her body, she was powerless to stop Allen's tongue as it plundered her pussy into cumming again and again. The scene was so erotic that many of the guests had hard orgasms as they watched.

Torrents of cunt nectar poured from her pussy into Allen's eager mouth, as her orgasms subsided and she faltered. Helga started to fall forward as Allen disengaged his tongue from her throbbing pussy. He caught her and eased her down his body to his waiting cock. She groaned and screamed, "Oh God, yes!" as his cock slipped into her tight pussy filling her. She sorry clutched his cock with her cunt muscles as she lay on his body. Allen thrust upward with his cock between the clutches of her pussy. Helga moaned aloud and continuously as she gathered strength to fuck him back. As she recovered from her momentous orgasm, she lifted her body upright and began to fuck him back, stroke for stroke.

They fucked for what seemed to be hours, which in reality were only minutes, but all eyes were riveted on them as they fucked. Helga moaned softly as she fucked her fellow sex slave with her eyes closed again, as if she and Allen were the only humans on the planet. Helga screamed out again and came hard. She grinned as she continued to fuck him without letup, which soon led to another more powerful cum. Unceasingly she sustained her fucking rhythm, as another massive orgasm plundered her beautiful body. Still, she never wavered for an instant as she propelled her self from one orgasm to another. The guests looked on in amazement as most of them were witnessing their first true multiple orgiastic female.

Helga bent to kiss Allen deeply, but never broke her fucking rhythm as she continued riding the magnificent never softening cock. Allen was nearly crazed in his desire to cum. His eyes begged for release, but were unseen by his fuck mate as she fucked him with her eyes closed again. Inga felt pangs of righteousness in her heart for her cock bound sex slave's plight. She arose from her chair and knelt between Allen's legs to undo the cockring. Allen flushed with excitement as he realized that Inga had freed his cock from its cockring primister. He delivered several strong thrusts up into Helga's cunt then screamed as he exploded in a massive orgasm. His seed blasted deep into Helga's pussy and she cried out when his hot cum flooded her insides.

Allen's balls pumped out his thick rich frothy cum with each of Helga's down thrusts as she continued to fuck him throughout his orgasm. The white sticky cum sprayed out of Helga's cunt around his cock, coating his balls with his cum. Again and again his balls, bound for so many hours, convulsed and delivered huge wads of cum into Helga's willing pussy. She looked down at Allen, smiling as she felt his cum splatter against her inner pussy. Finally, Allen could cum no more and he collapsed, unable to move, his arms falling at his sides with his hands on the floor. Helga deftly clasped her fingers around her cuntlips, to keep any more of his cum from leaking out of her pussy, and eased her self off of his semi hard cock.

Still holding her pussylips shut, she turned to a sixty-nine position and took Allen's cock into her mouth to cleanse it of cum. Her tongue bathing his cock brought Allen back to reality. He looked up to see Helga's wondrous pussy poised above his face. He reached up to grasp her by her lovely asscheeks and brought her cunt to his mouth. Helga sighed and released her fingers from her cunt allowing his cum to slowly flow out into his waiting mouth. Allen relished cleaning Helga's succulent cunt of their blended cum and set eagerly to his task. Helga finished cleaning his cock and turned her head to look at Allen as he busied himself cleaning her pussy, "Save some for me, lover," she said softly to him. Allen sucked out the last of their cum blend and held a mouthful for Helga.

Sensing he had finished, Helga turned to lie on his body. They embraced and kissed deeply, exchanging the cum in their mouths with one another. The guests wiped their cum from their cocks and pussys to loudly applaud Helga's and Allen's performance. Shouts of 'Bravo' filled the room while Allen strained to see who the guests were, but to no avail, they were all in the shadows. Inga ordered them to remain on the bench while she and Karl saw the guests to the door. "You were wonderful, Allen," Helga whispered to him and kissed him again. "I'm so happy you decided to stay here and join me in service to our Master and his Mistress," she told him.

Allen smiled as he said softly, "Helga, you are so beautiful...a flawless beauty, without a peer anywhere." Helga seemed to blush a bit and she kissed him again, thanking him. Inga returned and kneeled to embrace them both as they lay on the bench. Karl added his words of praise to both of his submissives and bid them goodnight, leaving the room. Inga helped them to get up from the bench, telling them that they could clean up the house in the morning. Allen and Helga slowly regained their strength and composure then stood up to go to bed.

"You two may relax together, if you like," Inga smiled at them. Helga kissed her Mistress on her cheek and walked to the stairs with Allen in tow. "Goodnight, sweet sex slaves," said Inga as she kissed them both then entered her room closing the door behind her. Allen and Helga held hands like a couple of teenagers as they happily climbed the stairs to his apartment. Below, Inga turned her TV to see Allen and Helga cuddling on his bed naked. "Karl, I'll bet you they fuck again before morning," Inga told him. Karl shook his head as Inga stripped naked to climb into bed with her husband.

"I don't know about them, Inga, but you can bet your ass you will be fucked several times before morning!" Karl declared, pulling her to him and turning her on her back. Inga grinned, spread her legs and embraced her husband as he buried his huge cock deep into her pussy.

Allen entered the house from the side door and climbed the back stairs to his apartment. Quickly removing all of his clothes he entered the small shower room in his bathroom and shaved his entire body until only the hair on his head remained. He showered, dried himself, applied deodorant and aftershave then put on his leather collar.

Looking at himself in the full length mirror he decided that he was ready to face another evening of enslavement to Inga, Karl and Helga. Just thinking about his life as their slave gave his cock a semi hardon. He descended the back stairs and walked into the kitchen where his Mistress, Inga, was in the midst of baking.

He greeted her then dropped to his knees, lifted her skirt and kissed her damp pussy in homage to his Mistress. Inga patted his head and pointed to the corner. Allen crawled to the corner to kneel until either Inga or his Master, Karl, called upon him to do their bidding. Inga grinned at him as she expertly mixed a batter in the large bowl she held.

"Do you know what day this is, slave boy?" she asked him. Allen tried to recall if this was a test of some obscure task that his owners had told him about, but could not. He reamistered that it might just be a ruse, frequently used by Inga or Karl, to trick him to be unable to recall. Then they used his failure to recall as an excuse to discipline him.

They frequently used the same ruse on Helga too. Sighing in despair that he could not recall, he shook his head 'no'. "Why Allen, how could you forget? It's your birthday, dear slave boy." Inga declared. Allen smiled as he recalled that it was indeed his birthday. He wondered what his owners had in store for him as a celebration.

Inga grinned as she worked on the batter. "I'm baking you a cake and we are having a few close friends to join in the spanking of the birthday boy," she told him. "After all, one only has one thirtieth birthday in their life. Today is your day. Now go help Master Karl get everything ready."

Allen crawled out of the kitchen and into the dining room where Karl had just placed a leaf in the dining room table. He immediately set to work and placed the chairs around the table. Just then, Helga entered the room naked, as she carried the table linen, hiding her magnificent breasts. Allen looked at her and his cock began to stiffen in arousal.

Master Karl quickly admonished him for getting a semi hardon while there was work to be done. Helga giggled and wiggled her ass at Allen, when Master Karl looked the other way. The three of them set the table then Helga was left to finish the details while Karl took Allen to the basement. He pointed to a low table, three feet wide sitting on what appeared to be rails.

Karl lifted one end and motioned for Allen to lift the other end. Together they carried it up the basement steps and into the dining room, positioning it against the wall. Allen opened his mouth to ask what it was for, but thought the better of questioning his Master. If Karl had wanted him to know, he would have told him.

The aroma of the cake baking in the oven wafted throughout the house. Helga placed party hats at each plate setting and ended by putting a cone shaped party hat on Allen, complete with the rubber band under his chin. She was unusually giggly today, Allen thought.

He was positive that she knew what was in store for him at the party. Inga left them alone while she checked the cake in the oven and Allen found his chance to ask Helga. "What's going to happen tonight, Helga?" he asked. Helga giggled again and covered her mouth to hide her grin.

"We are having a birthday party for you, silly."

Helga's tone of voice told Allen that she would not tell him anything. Once again he sighed and decided to forget asking, knowing that no one would tell him. While Inga was in the kitchen, Helga reached to clasp Allen's cock in her hand to fondle him. She knew he would get a nearly instant hardon and he didn't disappoint her.

Just as Helga released her hand from fondling his hard cock, Inga returned from the kitchen. Seeing his hardon, she frowned and swatted it severely. It hurt, but Allen managed to remain silent. Helga giggled again and Inga playfully pinched her nipple gently.

"I want your attention now, both of you." Inga began. "Master Karl and I will have dinner with our guests and both of you will serve us. Following dinner, we shall have Allen's birthday party." The naked submissives nodded, left the dining room and waited for the guests to arrive. Soon, they heard the doorbell and Allen answered the door.

He opened the door and saw the redheaded woman from the previous dinner party that the Mueller's gave. Next to her stood the man who had brought the redheaded woman to the dinner. Allen assumed that he was her husband or boyfriend as he helped them to remove their coats.

The woman was dressed in a very revealing cocktail dress that well displayed her ample cleavage. The man wore a suit and tie. Allen knew that the woman's name was Kathleen and he learned the man's name when the woman called him Patrick.

Kathleen grasped Allen's cock as he held their coats and drew his foreskin back to reveal his pinkish purple cockhead. She squeezed his cock and smiled at him as they were greeted by Inga who wore a see through chain mail bustier.

By now, Allen had a full hardon and he wondered if Inga would swat it again, but she overlooked it. Another couple drove into the driveway and began to walk towards the door. He held the front door open for them and waited for them to enter.

The woman was a brunette that Allen had never seen before. She was tall in her shiny thigh high boots with five inch heels. He took her coat to reveal that she wore a shiny red leather bustier with openings for her breasts. They seemed perfect for her shapely body and were topped with hard erect nipples.

Inga greeted her and called her, Ellen. The man introduced himself to Inga as William and he removed his hat, looked at Allen and hung it on his convenient hardon. The guests laughed at Allen's expense and made their way to the dining room.

Karl was waiting for the guests, dressed only in a leather codpiece and sandals. Helga stood naked holding a tray of filled wine glasses and mixed cocktails. The women each accepted a glass of Merlot and the men selected the whiskey cocktails.

Patrick stood chatting with Karl while his finger probed Helga's shaved pussy. He withdrew his finger and tasted it, smiling at Helga. Once again he probed her pussy then stirred his take with his finger coated with Helga's nectar.

William admired Helga's lovely ass and palmed her asscheek in his hand as he sipped his take. Ellen and Kathleen chatted amiably with Inga. She motioned to Allen to join them and he quickly attended to his Mistress. He kneeled next to her, lifted her chain mail skirt and kissed her pussy once then leaned back on his haunches.

Ellen dipped her nipple in her wine glass and beckoned to Allen to lick it 'dry'. He swiftly arose to engulf her hard nipple in his mouth and licked it 'dry' only to have her dip her other nipple in the wine. He graciously licked that nipple 'dry' too as Ellen sighed with arousal.

Not to be outdone, Kathleen grabbed Allen's cock and pulled him behind her, ordered him to kneel then told him to lick and suck her ass. Again, Allen swiftly complied and he ducked under her skirt to see her shapely asscheeks waiting for him.

He parted them and lightly kissed her tight little rosebud several times, then hardened his tongue and placed the stiff tip against her asshole. She moaned as his wet tongue glided over her asshole several times, until she stepped away from him. Allen caught a whiff of her incredible scent that he recalled from the previous dinner party.

Kathleen turned to stroke Allen's hair to let him know she was pleased. He turned to see Helga helping Patrick and William to remove their clothes until they stood wearing only a codpiece similar to Master Karl's. The two men remained barefoot until Helga was sent to fetch them each a pair of sandals.

Both men had Helga pull their codpiece aside to kiss and lick their cocks while they bantered with Karl. She finished her task with precum on her lips which she licked off and thanked both of them. Helga returned their codpieces to cover their cocks and balls just as Inga announced that dinner was ready.

The guests took their seats, while Karl and Inga sat at opposite ends of the table. Helga served each of the seated diners with a hefty cut of rare roast beef filet, baked potato and a small green salad. Again the diners worryed her at every opportunity while she served them.

Inga had each of the ladies cut a small portion of roast, dip it in their pussys and feed it to Helga and Allen. Both slaves eagerly accepted their tasty morsels of roast and thanked the donors for their kindness. Inga whispered in Allen's ear; he nodded and crawled under the table. He began with William as he pulled his codpiece aside and began to kiss and lick his cock until it stood proud and erect. Allen drew William's foreskin down and rubbed the purplish cockhead against his face as he lifted Williams' balls to his mouth to lick them.

He heard William moan as he released his balls and covered his cockhead with his mouth to suck it. Sealing his lips around the large cockshaft, Allen bobbed his head up and down while his tongue swirled over Williams' cock. The man groaned aloud and sent huge volleys of thick pearly white cum deep into Allen's throat.

Allen continued to suck Williams' cock until the sensations were too intense for the man and he pushed Allen away. Swallowing his birthday gift from William, Allen moved on to Kathleen and assaulted her pussy and clitoris with his tongue. Kathleen's arousal stimulated her fiercely and in a few moments she reached to grab Allen's head and cried out "Suck it!" several times.

Allen happily accommodated her until he was rewarded with a mouth full of nectar from this redheaded beauty. Kathleen slumped in her chair as she recovered. Next, Allen moved across the table to Patrick. His cock was thicker than Williams', but circumcised.

Allen slathered his tongue all over the large cockhead, concentrating on the sensitive spot in front of the cock just below the cleft in the cockhead. He misjudged Patrick's arousal before he was ready and Patrick grunted then spurted huge wads of thick gooey cum onto Allen's face.

Quickly covering the spurting cock with his mouth, Allen managed to capture a portion of Patrick's cum in his mouth. Patrick too, pushed Allen away as his cock was too sensitive to accept any more stimulation from the expert tongue.

Allen next moved in front of Ellen and gently spread her thighs wide apart. He accidentally brushed his face, where Patrick had spurted several wads of his cum, against her inner thigh. Ellen instantly realized that it was cum and reached under the table to scoop up Patrick's cum on her finger.

She wiped the cum on her pussy then gathered more cum from Allen's face as she placed it on her and clitoris too. Ellen moaned passionately as Allen's tongue pleased her pussy and clit while it cleaned it of cum too.

Ellen came hard and spewed her juices all over Allen's face, mouth and tongue. She held his face to her pussy for several minutes as she 'suffered' through another hard cum then she sighed as she slumped in her chair. When Allen moved in front of Karl, he was told that he would service his Master and Mistress later.

The slave boy retreated from underneath the table to kneel at his Mistress's side. Inga patted him lovingly on his head and softly told him she was proud of him and that he had serviced the guests well. Allen smiled and felt warm and fuzzy from Inga's praise.

Mistress Inga nodded to Helga as she fastened a leash to Allen's collar and guided him to a busing tray. He lifted the tray and followed Helga around the dining table to gather the used plates and silverware placing them in the tray. Helga told him to take the tray in the kitchen to place the silver and dinner wear into the dishwasher, then return. He obeyed his instructions and when he returned the dining table had been cleared and Helga was lying on it.

Inga told him to lie next to Helga and he complied immediately. Karl placed linen napkins over their faces to blindfold them. Allen and Helga lay naked on the table and wondered what was next in store for them. Master Karl puzzled them further when he spread apart both of the slaves' legs.

Allen's body shuddered when he felt a thick wet freezing substance placed on his balls. More of the substance was added until his balls and cock were completely covered. Goose bumps quickly sprouted all over his body from the instant frozen chill he felt. Meanwhile, Helga felt a sticky crumbly substance being placed against her smooth pussy and her inner thighs. Both slaves wondered what the substances were and what was to happen next.

Inga lifted their blindfolds Allen saw that his cock and balls had been completely covered in Neapolitan ice cream. Looking over at Helga, he saw that her crotch was fully covered with deep layers of chocolate and white cake and icing. They had, in effect, been transformed into containers for the birthday cake and ice cream.

They watched intently as their owners and guests began to eat the cake and ice cream with their dessert forks. Every so often their genitals were pricked with the prongs of the dessert forks, either accidentally or deliberately.

The submissives endured this unique *** which they knew was devised by their Master and Mistress. Allen's scrotum and his cock suffered multiple pricks from the forks and though the skin had not been broken it was tormented and chaffed.

Helga too groaned with each prick to her delicate pussy and clit from the dinner forks. Their Dominates and the guests moved often from one slave's offering of cake, to the others offering of ice cream and both submissives genitals ached from the numerous pricks they received.

Helga's sensitive clitoris and her inner cuntlips, though not punctured by the forks, were sore and ached from the multiple pricks. Soon a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks, but she stoically declined to cry audibly.

Allen's cock suffered the same fate, especially the head of his cock and its sensitive flesh. Inga, Ellen and Kathleen joyfully took turns licking the remaining remnants of icing and melted ice cream from the submissives genitals. The men, joined in too, sharing the bounty that remained of the cunt and cock coated with dessert.

Kathleen concentrated on Allen's cock and had it standing erect, stiff and pointed at the ceiling as she sucked it deep into her throat. Taking a cue from the women the men joined in and soon they established a contest to see who would be the winner in making either Allen or Helga cum first.

They agreed to allow each of them a fifteen second interval of sucking the cock or cunt of the subs until they both climaxed in orgasm. The group redoured their efforts as they feasted on Helga's pussy and Allen's cock relentlessly in their allotted time interval.

Both of the submissives knew that they were expected to resist cumming. Each resolved to out do the Dominants and one another. Allen felt the initial stirrings of his orgasm deep in his crotch and his balls began to draw up tight against his body. He fought against cumming with every fiber of his body, but he knew that he would soon succumb to the unrelenting tongues and mouths that engulfed his cock.

Helga too, felt her orgasm rising deep inside her sopping wet pussy and she resisted as much as she could. But inevitably, she knew that the Dominants would triumph soon. Although Karl and Inga expertly knew how to swiftly make Allen and Helga cum; they did not use that knowledge to allow their guests to be the victors.

Helga was moaning with pleasure as the multiple tongues consumed her and her will to resist. Allen's cock continuously oozed his thick clear precum. Soon his precum was laced with stripes of semen and the Dominates recognized the signs of Allen's impending surrender.

Kathleen concentrated her fifteen seconds on the sensitive spot in the front of Allen's cock just below the cleft in his cockhead. Just as her fifteen seconds was about to expire, Allen grimaced, cried out and erupted huge wads of his thick white cum deep into her throat. Kathleen swallowed the first spurt of his orgasm then moved out of the way so the others could witness Allen cumming.

His seed shot out nearly four feet into the air to splatter on his chest with some striking his chin. "Yessssssssssss!" Kathleen exclaimed, throwing her arms up to signify her triumph. The other Dominants applauded Kathleen's triumph as she smiled and bowed in victory.

Williams' mouth descended on Helga's pussy, just as Karl surrendered her to his guest. His tongue plunged deep inside her and she groaned with passion and delight. He withdrew to rapidly, but gently, flick his tongue over her engorged clit multiple times. Helga writhed in ecstasy as her little sex button was expertly massaged by Williams' unyielding tongue.

She knew she could not resist any longer and she screamed aloud and she arched her back to explode in orgasm. William continued to lightly lick her sensitive clitoris, which caused Helga to keep her back arched, as she spasmed and came with nearly each light touch of his tongue to her clit.

Finally, Helga could cum no more and she fell limp on the table and gasped while she tried to breathe. William waited a moment, to assure that she had stopped cumming, then raised his face from Helga's spent pussy and smiled. His face glistened with her juices as he quietly relished his second place finish.

The 'losers' congratulated the winners of this spur of the moment contest. They all waited while Helga and Allen recovered from their intense orgasms. Helga got off the table first to stand next to Karl as Inga arose to speak. "Now, my dear friends, it is time to blow out the birthday cake candles," she announced.

Karl and Helga helped a drained Allen from the table and guided him to the low table against the dining room wall. They positioned Allen on the table on his back and he was happy that he could resume lying down after his recent ordeal. Karl placed Allen's wrists in leather restraints at the head of the table and secured them.

Next, he spread his legs wide apart and securely placed his slaves' ankles in similar restraints. The bottom edge of the table was raised on hidden hinges to become small platform to support his feet and body. The top of the table that held Allen was raised up to a steep angle which effectively helped him stand spread eagled on the table.

Allen's heart began to beat faster as he was totally baffled as what was in store for him next. The guests brought their chairs with them to form a semi circle in front of Allen, inclined on the nearly upright table. Karl, Helga and the guests sat down to watch the show which would surely follow. Inga remained standing next to the table that held the birthday boy.

She removed her chain mail dress to stand naked in front of her guests. Her spectacular breasts swayed invitingly as she moved causing the men's cocks to rise and the women's pussys to become moist. She held a box in her hand as she kneeled in front of Allen and reached out to fondle his spent cock. Allen's cock responded as it stirred and began to slowly rise.

"It's time for the birthday cake for Allen's thirtieth birthday," she began to the applause of the onlookers. "It would be foolish to decorate the cake with thirty candles," she explained.
"Therefore we shall only use three candles; each to represent a decade of his life. But first, I want him to fully enjoy his party and birthday cake by displaying his marvelous hardon in honor of this celebration." That said, Inga bent over and took Allen's semi hard cock deep into her mouth.

Her nose grazed Allen's smoothly shaved pubic area while her tongue expertly worked on his hardening cock. Inga, having frequently fellated Allen, expertly brought him to a magnificent hardon in quick fashion and was applauded by her guests. She withdrew her mouth from his seven thick inches of rock hard cock and drew his ample foreskin down to fully expose his purplish cockhead.

Reaching into the box, she withdrew an adjustable cockring and quickly placed it over and around the base of his cock. She tightened it very tight and announced that now Allen was neither able to cum, nor lose his hardon, until she released him from his cockring.

The small eager audience applauded again as they anxiously awaited to learn what Inga had in store for them. Inga didn't keep them waiting as she immediately began to lick and suck Allen's nipples. Soon, his nipples began to rise up into hard pointy cones and protrude from his chest.

Inga reached into her small box again and withdrew two one inch long, one quarter inch in diameter, coiled metal spiral springs. She screwed the coiled spiral springs over Allen's hard nipples until the springs stood upright and pointed towards the ceiling. Her guests were totally befuddled.

Inga grinned at her guests as she withdrew two ten inch birthday candles from her box, each one quarter inch thick. She screwed the candles into the coiled spiral springs to transform them to birthday candle holders. The guests began to applaud, but Inga held up her hand to stop them.

Reaching into box again, she withdrew a twelve inch long, one quarter inch thick birthday candle. She drew the twelve inch candle through her pussy to wet it with her juices. Inga grasped Allen's hardon and squeezed his cockhead with her fingers and his cockhole opened.

Using her cunt juices as a lubricant, she inserted the candle into his cockhole and slowly pushed it down his urethra until it reached the entrance to his bladder. She stopped just before entering his bladder and stepped back to reveal five inches of candle protruding from his cock and pointed at the ceiling.

Inga produced a grill lighter from the small box and lighted the wicks of all three candles to the applause and cheers of her guests. Allen was stunned as he saw the candles burning and the wax beginning to melt. Inga began singing 'Happy Birthday' and all the others joined in to sing along as Inga led them through several choruses of the birthday misterg.

Allen jerked when the first drop of molten hot wax dripped onto the base of his nipple, sizzling as it struck his sweaty chest. He cried out when a drop of the hot molten wax rolled down the candle in his cock, but it stopped short of falling on his cockhead.

The audience eagerly watched as the hot wax would drip onto Allen's nipple flesh and begin to harden. Again Allen cried out with pain as the hot wax now dripped on his tender cockhead, sizzling as it struck some of his precum. The torment continued as the spectators watched, fascinated with Inga's ingenuity.

Allen tried to blow the candles out, but Inga severely admonished him, she threatened to put a ball gag in his mouth and with unspecified severe punishment if he tried it again. Allen groaned with pain as the hot wax began to totally cover both of his nipples until they disappeared from view. The same thing happened to his cockhead as the hot wax completely coated his cockhead with the molten 'gift'.

He moaned as Inga drew his foreskin up over the hot wax that coated his cockhead and now his foreskin suffered the same 'pleasures' that covered his cockhead. Soon the melted hot wax ran down the candle holders on his nipples and the metal spiral springs began to heat up. Allen could feel the slight burning sensations growing hotter.

The flame on the candle in his cock burned near his cockhead causing Allen great anxiety. Inga relieved him by pulling out another two inches of candle from his urethra. Allen squirmed and squealed as his nipples and cock became hotter and hotter as his 'birthday candles' burned closer to his nipple and cock flesh.

He cried out 'Please, Mistress, please' several times, but Inga ignored his pleas. To amuse themselves at Allen's expense, the spectators repeated singing the 'birth day' misterg each time the flame neared his cockhead, now covered completely with hot wax, including his foreskin.

Allen looked at the guest spectators while he was tormented by the hot wax burning him. They were reveling, singing and wearing the crazy cone shaped party hats. The candle in his cock became warmed by the flame and Allen's body temperature. Inga slightly bent the candle to drip hot wax on his lower cockshaft and his balls. He groaned as the hot wax splattered on his smoothly shaven balls.

Soon the front of his balls and cockshaft suffered the same torment as his nipples and cockhead, as they too were coated with the hot wax. Allen was sweating profusely from the heat and fear that his genitals would suffer irreparable harm from the burning hot wax that covered them.

As the end of the candle burned to within a half inch of his cockhead, Inga blew out all three flames, to Allen's grateful relief. Suddenly Allen realized that Inga was going to remove the wax that coated his nipples, cockhead and balls. He dreaded the thought that perhaps his skin might crack or be pulled from his nipples and genitals.

Inga surmised what he was thinking and decided to let him continue to wonder what would happen to him. She knew that ripping the now hardened wax from his nipples, cock and balls would indeed hurt, but his skin would be spared.

The spectators gathered around him closer as Inga grasped the two metal springs on his nipples with her fingers. Just as Allen closed his eyes to gather his courage, she ripped the springs and wax from his nipples. Allen screamed at the sudden pain at his nipples then it was over. It was like pulling adhesive tape from his skin. It hurt, but in a flash it was over.

He steeled himself for the removal of the hardened wax from his balls and did not even want to think about how removing the wax from his cockhead might feel. Inga looked into Allen's eyes as she rolled back enough hard wax from his balls to provide a handhold. Allen's eyes were glued to Inga's and they begged for her not to hurt him.

She smiled and ripped the wax from his balls accompanied by a powerful scream from her birthday slave boy. Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Inga leaned in to lick the salty sweet tears from his cheeks then smiled at her slave.

She started to work the wax on his cockhead and prepared to remove it. Allen realized that there would be two events to prepare for; removal of the wax from his foreskin, followed by another torment when Inga removed the hardened wax from his cockhead.

He steeled himself as Inga grasped the hard wax that coated his foreskin. She powerfully tore the wax from his foreskin in a single swift movement. His foreskin was pulled and stretched horridly as his screams confirmed the pain in his cock. Inga examined his foreskin and though the removal had been extremely painful, the foreskin was intact with no tears or reding.

Now all that remained was the removal of the thick coat of hardened wax that covered his sensitive cockhead. She bent the wax out from under his rim and prepared a place to hold her fingers to the wax. Allen closed his eyes tightly as he feared the worse. He gritted his teeth and Inga ripped the wax away from his sore cockhead in a single surge of hardened wax up and away.

His cockhead was intact, although it had a deep red shade and very sore to the touch. Allen felt his cockhead burning, but he had survived. The guests cheered and applauded his courage and resolve as they privately wondered if they would have been able to withstand the rigors and pain as well as Allen had done. Even Master Karl, Inga and Helga applauded him.

Following the wax removal ordeal, Inga whispered to Karl to prepare Allen for the finale to his birthday party. Karl gathered the other man to assist him to prepare for the final event to the evenings activities. Allen remained still as Karl, William and Patrick moved him from the table to bend him over a hassock with his bare ass easily accessible.

Karl fastened his restraints to the short legs of the hassock as Inga addressed her guests. "Now, we shall have the traditional spanking of the birthday boy," she announced. "Each of us, including Helga, will give the birthday boy three spanks with their open hand; one spank for each decade of his life.

Helga will begin, followed by each of our guests then it will be my turn and finally, Karl will administer his three spanks, for a total of twenty one strokes. William, Patrick and Karl will each provide our birthday boy with three additional spanks each to conclude the birthday spanks with a total of thirty." She paused, smiled then told Helga to begin.

Helga stepped to Allen's side and drew her hand back and delivered a stinging spank to Allen's asscheeks. She delivered two more hard stinging spanks then stepped aside to yield to the next spanker. Allen was surprised at how hard Helga had delivered the stinging spanks. His ass was hot and he feared that the skin of his ass would be seared by the time the final spanks were delivered.

Each of the guests stepped up to take their turn at providing Allen with their share of the birthday spanks. Both the men and the women delivered hard painful blows to Allen's totally reddened ass. Tears welled up in his eyes as the three men lined up to deliver their final three spanks each.

Allen was sobbing openly when William and Patrick finished. He knew that the final three would be fearsome strokes from his Master Karl. True to his position as Master of the assemred group, Karl's final three spanks were horridly painful and Allen screamed while his asscheeks blistered from Karl's' hand.

Inga experienced a Motherly heartfelt pang as Allen wept openly from the pain on his asscheeks. Her poor little slave boy's bottom hurt so much from his ordeal. She gathered the other three women to form two groups and assigned each group to soothe Allen's sore, burning and seared asscheeks with their tongues.

Kathleen and Ellen kneeled behind Allen first and each soothed an aching and sore asscheek as they licked his pummeled ass flesh. After several minutes, Inga and Helga replaced them and they continued to soothe Allen's asscheeks until his sobbing subsided to soft whimpers.

Inga moved in front of Allen to kneel down to kiss his cheek tenderly as she whispered in his ear. "Mistress loves her wonderful slave boy and is so proud of his endurance," she whispered softly. Allen nodded, managed a quick smile and kissed Inga's cheek whispering that he loved her too.

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Almost Out of Africa


The beat-up Jeep bounced along the deeply rutted dirt road, raising a cloud of dust behind it. After miles of empty country, passing only the occasional isolated village or solitary hut, the vehicle was entering the ramshackle outskirts of Kemo City, capitol of Mabuto. Passing a crowded roadside market, the truck drew stares from many of the locals, who rarely saw Westerners pass through the streets of their backwards nation.

Mabuto was an African country in decline; its' traditional poverty made worse by the current government, a corrupt and oppressive dictatorship. Its' absolute ruler, 'President Kemo', was a former army sergeant who led a successful coup several years ago and now ruled with an iron hand. Hoarding the meager wealth of the nation in his permisteral bank account, he remained in power with the support of the so-called army. Little more than a collection of thugs, he allowed his 'soldiers' to extort the local businessmen, the occasional foreign visitor, and the even rarer tourist. His peculiar style of running his nation had earned Mabuto a place on the U.S. State Department's warning list. Potential visitors were alerted to the dangers of crime and a corrupt and sometimes vulgar police power. There had been a number of unpleasant incidents involving tourists.

The young couple in the rear seat of the bouncing Jeep was well aware of the warnings; they had simply decided to ignore them. Jim and Susan Hartley considered themselves adventurers. Others might look on them as jaded American yuppies with money to burn. They had just finished two weeks of touring Kenya and Tanzania, staying mostly in luxury safari camps. They had decided to cap their African vacation with a quick visit to a place none of their friends had been to, mostly for bragging rights. With the cocky innocence of the young, they calculated the odds of something bad happening to savvy travelers such as themselves, and elected to "go for it".

Their three day stay in Mabuto made it strikingly clear to them why no one visited there. The country was poor, primitive and dangerous. Most of the wildlife had been *******ed for meat or shot for target practice by the undisciplined soldiers. The poverty was stark and unsettling. They had realized soon after they arrived that they had made a mistake coming here, and would have left sooner had the next plane out not been for three days.

Deciding to make the best of it, they hired a Jeep, a driver and an English speaking guide, who took them into the backcountry for two days, which was safer than being in the crime-ridden capital. Their main concern had been dealing with the corrupt and unpredictable soldiers, who served as both army and police power. Their wonderful guide, John, was invaluable in avoiding potential trouble with the soldiers, using just the right mixture of bribes and deference.

Still, Jim and Susan breathed a collective sigh of relief when the Jeep finally pulled up in front of the warehouse that passed for an airline terminal for the capital. 'President Kemo International Airport', read the large sign hanging over the entrance. Jim paid off the driver and, with John's help, carried their bags inside the building. They passed a small waiting area where a few fellow travelers sat with their luggage and as they approached the counter marked 'Customs', they were aware of being the only Westerners visible.

Behind the counter stood the customs agent; a tall, thin black man dressed in a white shirt with shoulder boards and plain blue slacks. He had a self-important air about him as he reached for their passports and then thumbed through them carefully. When he was finished, he placed the passports out of reach and slowly looked the young couple up and down.

What he saw were two affluent, conceited American tourists, dressed in high quality, safari style clothing, on a jaunt through Africa without a care in the world. The man was tall and trim, decked out in khaki, with a confident but naïve air about him. The agent's main focus, however, was the wife. The woman was beautiful, really lovely. Blonde, blue eyed, of medium height; she wore an opened bush jacket over a plain white T-shirt, under which her full bosom was clearly discernable. Thick blue shorts and heavy duty hiking boots contrasted with the smooth skin of her bare legs; accenting rather than detracting from her femininity. A khaki baseball cap completed her outfit; the overall effect was cute and attractive.

A man could fall in love with such a woman, the agent thought to himself; but he was moved by darker passions.

"Bags on the table", he said suddenly, gesturing to a long, low table to his left. The Hartley's both placed their small carry-ons on the table as instructed. They had brought just a few changes of clothes with them and had only purchased one or two trinkets. They were confident of passing easily through customs. So they thought. The agent moved with an annoying air of officiousness as he unzipped Jim's bag and peered inside. He reached into the bag, moved a few items around, and then turned his attention to the other bag.

Three disreputable looking soldiers were leaning against the far wall, watching every move the customs officer made, giving off an air of casual menace. Not far from them was an officer, a young Captain, his face an unreadable mask of blankness.

As the agent reached for Susan's bag, his eyes were locked on those of the young woman, watching for her reaction as he unzipped the bag and looked inside. He seemed intent on intimidating her, but she met his gaze evenly. The man obviously had some need to dominate this well-off couple, perhaps from a feeling of inferiority. He began to remove items of clothing from Susan's bag, holding them up before laying them on the table. A shirt..., a pair of socks..., shorts..., and then a brassiere. Susan was on to his game and remained impassive as he fingered and displayed her undergarments, but inside she was getting nervous, as was her husband. They both knew enough to keep quiet and let this two-bit official show off for the soldiers, demonstrating what enormous power he had. Even so, Jim was very uneasy standing there silently while this skinny jerk held up his wife's bikini panties for the soldiers to gawk at.

The agent was now smiling broadly at Susan as he delicately lowered the panties to the table, holding them by the crotch between two dark fingers. More quickly now, he went through every item in the bag: more clothing, underwear, toiletries; pausing with a small spray bottle of feminine deodorant, examining it with mock carefulness as if it were explosives. When he had completely emptied the overnight case, he turned it upside-down and gave it a final shake, then placed it on the table and gestured to Susan that she could repack it.

Her cheeks starting to redden with suppressed anger, Susan grabbed handfuls of her stuff and shoved them back into her bag, jamming clothes and other items together in a jumble. She zipped the bag shut, giving the customs agent a look of unconcealed contempt.

It was a mistake. As their guide John had repeatedly warned them, the officials and soldiers of Mabuto may not have measured up to their counterparts in a real country; but here their power was absolute. While they did treat white foreigners with some degree of deference, it was essential for travelers to show that they understood the power they wielded and were respectful of it.

Susan's attempt to intimidate the customs man with an angry look failed miserably. A slow smile spread across his face as he seemed to come to some inner decision. He glanced at the Captain as if seeking authorization, and got a curt nod of assent. Turning to the soldiers leaning expectantly against the wall, he said one word in the native language, which John the guide translated for Jim and Susan. "Search!"

Three broad white grins lit up the faces of the soldiers. They unglued themselves from the wall and advanced on Susan menacingly. Jim immediately placed himself between the approaching soldiers and his wife; but before he could say anything their guide John stepped in front of the frightened couple and began arguing powerfully with the customs agent. Though he spoke in the native tongue, Jim and Susan could imagine what he was saying: "These were American tourists..., they had money..., there would be official protests..., how much did he want...?" As the guide's impassioned pleading continued, the couple realized how lucky they were to have a loyal advocate who understood the game here.

The customs agent seemed about to back down, the husband and wife starting to relax, when the young Captain, who had been watching the entire incident with seeming indifference, approached the group at the table. The reaction of the Africans to his presence was startling. The soldiers snapped to a sloppy attention while the agent and guide fell instantly silent; the look of fear in the eyes of both men saying all that needed to be said about the kind of power the Captain wielded.

He looked straight at the guide and said one word: "Leave!" John turned pale, and with a helpless glance at the young couple, practically ran out of the door of the terminal.

Her protector gone, Susan looked to her husband for aid; but the Captain had stepped between her and Jim. He began speaking in perfect, un-accented English; his educated voice reeking of menace and finality.

"We are going to conduct a random search of this woman, as we have a legal right to do. She will not be harmed. If either of you interfere or resist in any way, you will be in *** of the laws of our country and will forfeit all protection of international law. You will then be instantly arrested, forcibly searched, and thrown in our primister; whose amenities, I am sorry to say, are not rated highly in most tourist guidebooks." Turning to Jim, and speaking slowly for emphasis, he said "I can assure you, your wife will have a particularly unpleasant time in our penitentiary, whose guards are not accustomed to having such an attractive primisterer in their care." Then he just stood there, his air of cold indifference returning, as if he couldn't care less what happened to these insignificant people.

Jim and Susan stared at each other in shock. Although their decision to come to this backwater country had obviously been a mistake, they were both intelligent people and could assess the situation. The abrupt departure of their formerly faithful guide told them all they needed to know about the potential vulgarity of these people. And there was no mistaking the menace in the Captain's voice or the reality of his threats.

There was only one choice here that made any sense. Susan realized that she needed to be the one to speak up; freeing her husband from the unbearable task of turning his wife, whom he was supposed to protect, over to the tender mercies of these dangerous looking men.

"Honey" she said tenderly, putting her hand on his arm, "we need to do exactly what they say. Please, please don't do or say anything to get them angry. I'm very worried, but I think they'll let us get out of here if we just follow their orders and act submissive." The look of fear and entreaty in her eyes helped Jim resolve his own internal struggle. He gave her a wan smile and, kissing her on the forehead, said "I'll be waiting right here. I'm sure it'll be alright."

Of course he was sure of no such thing.

The apparent leader of the three soldiers, who had been smirking through the tender scene, stepped forward and put his large hand on Susan's upper arm, roughly guiding her towards a door to the right of the table.

With a horrible sinking feeling, Jim watched helplessly as his beautiful wife was marched through the door surrounded by the soldiers, the customs agent bringing up the rear. He turned to the Captain and, in the most respectful tone he could summon up, asked: "Will there be a female officer in the room to conduct my wife's search?" With a look of contempt, the Captain shot back: "Our women stay home with the youngren; they know their place. Now sit down and do not move or speak again." With that he turned and followed the other men into the back room, slamming the door behind him.

In stunned silence Jim slumped into a seat. The customs desk was now deserted; the entire workpower apparently needed to conduct the 'search'. 'A real professional operation they run here', he thought derisively; but after three days in this half-assed country he wasn't that surprised. Neither was he really concerned about how they ran their country; he was just trying, without success, to think about anything other than his wife's coming ordeal.

Jim was overcome with guilt. It had been his idea to come here, to ignore the warnings, to convince his wife that it would be a real adventure. Now he could only sit in an agony of worry, trying not to think about what was happening on the other side of that door.

Susan didn't have to wonder what was happening on the other side of the door; she was there, along with five evil looking men. She took a few deep breaths to calm down and surveyed her surroundings. She was in a large, high-ceilinged room with bare cinderblock walls. A row of thin windows near the ceiling filled the room with light but were too high to look out of. The room was empty except for two old, plain wooden chairs and a small medical examination table. The table was ancient and decrepit, its' brown padded top badly worn and ripped in places. It looked as if it had been torn out of some condemned doctor's office. The floor was bare concrete and looked dirty and moldy, especially around a drain set in the center of the room. 'Not a pleasant place at all' thought Susan, and an involuntary shudder went through her.

Turning around, she saw that the soldiers had arranged themselves in a semi-circle facing her, with the customs agent in the center. The Captain had seated himself in one of the two chairs off to one side. The other chair was next to the agent but remained unused, emphasizing the Captain's supremacy. As she glanced around at the men, Susan could see a disturbing look of excited, almost predatory anticipation in each set of eyes. The only exception were the eyes of the Captain, which had the same cold, blank look as when she first saw him.

Smartly dressed in her bush outfit, Susan looked oddly out of place in this dingy shed of a room, surrounded by the three soldiers and the customs agent in his sweat stained white shirt.

Clearing his throat to cover his nervous excitement, the agent addressed Susan in English. "We will now conduct an official strip search, which is customary in most countries and is in full accordance with international law. You will remember the Captain's instructions: do exactly what I tell you and absolutely no back talk. Speak only when asked a question. Do you understand, Mrs. Hartley?" Although she was trembling inside with fear and anger, Susan knew that she must stay focused and in control of her emotions. With as much calm as she could muster, she looked across at the agent and said, in a voice just above a whisper, "Yes".

"Verrry good", said the smiling agent, "now listen carefully. When I tell you to, you will undress yourself. You will take off each item of clothing, hand it to me, and wait while I inspect it. When you see that I am finished, you will hand me another item. Is that clear? Silence..., and then quietly from Susan, "Yes".

"Verrry good; now strip!"

A quick look around at the expectant faces told Susan that there was no appeal. She slipped off her open bush jacket and handed it to the waiting agent. He took it and began opening its' numerous large pockets; removing the items contained in each. A camera, a small pair of binoculars, sunglasses, a pack of moist towelettes; the usual accoutrements of the western tourist. The agent made a show of examining each item carefully, then placing it on the empty chair. After inspecting the jacket inside and out, he laid it over the other gear and stared at Susan in anticipation. She pulled off her cap and held it out, her short blonde hair shaking loose. The agent barely glanced at it before tossing it on the chair and looking up to receive the next garment. No words were spoken; the choice of what to hand over next seemed to be entirely up to Susan.

She was standing in her white T-shirt, bulky blue bush shorts, sturdy hiking boots, and heavy white socks. Eyeing the dirty, clammy looking floor; Susan was not ready to give up the protection of her boots. She had resolved to follow their commands, in order to protect herself and her husband; and was trying to de-sensitize herself to the particulars of what she had to do. Without another thought, she grabbed the lower hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, handing it to the surprised customs officer.

The grins of the soldiers spread wider as they stared at the young woman's white bra and expanse of pale skin. The fullness of Susan's brassiere promised delights to come; an air of excitement hung in the room. The agent pulled the T-shirt through his fingers, his eyes never leaving the partially-clad woman standing passively in front of him. He laid the shirt on the chair and waited again.

Susan was dealing with her increasingly awful predicament by mentally withdrawing from the details of what she was doing. Aware of the need to hand over another item, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Pulling the bra from her body, her full breasts tumred free, nakedly exposed to the wide-eyed men.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Susan had reamistered that seeing her topless would not excite these men much, since the native women in the back country all went bare breasted. Not so! It was true that the local men were used to seeing the local tits; but the sight of a white woman's breasts was a rare sight indeed. The agent and soldiers stared transfixed at Susan's twin beauties, round and white, her pale pink areola and nipples starring right back at them.

The young woman stood there naked to the waist. After a long minute of feasting his eyes, the agent gestured for the next item, snapping Susan out of her daze. Not wanting to take her pants off yet, she kneeled down to untie first one boot and then the other. The men focused on her smooth, white back and the sides of her boobs, bulging outwards as she hunched over. Susan stood up and pulled her boots off one at a time, her tits wobbling with her efforts. As each boot came off, she placed a sock-clad foot on the dirty floor.

The boots were given a cursory inspection and then placed under the chair. 'At least he didn't put them on top of her other clothes' thought Susan, allowing that the man might have some shred of consideration. Not much though, she realized, as he waited for her next garment.

Susan was surprised at how well she was controlling her fear and anger. A cold calm seemed to envelope her, dulling the embarrassment of this humiliating striptease.

Still unable to imagine putting her bare feet on the disgusting floor; she unbuckled her heavy shorts and let them slide down her legs. Stepping out of her pants, she handed them to the agent, who received them with a smiling formality. Despite her numbed state, the young wife was now acutely aware of her near nudity. Her pretty white bikini panties left much of her hips and belly bare, her titties were hanging exposed; only her thick, white socks afforded her any felling of protection.

The soldiers were jabbering happily among themselves in their native language, obviously critiquing her exposed charms. The slimy agent was trying to go through the pockets of her shorts while keeping his eyes glued to her boobs. The situation would almost be funny, she thought, except for the fact that, ridiculous as she found these people, she was completely in their control. A chill went through her as she glanced over at the Captain sitting impassively in his chair; his expressionless eyes taking in every detail of her offense but revealing nothing.

Susan sensed the agent waiting and shuddered. All her feelings of safety and security in the world were slipping away with her clothes. Her thick, warm socks had taken on an almost irrational importance to her. Right now she wanted more than anything to be able to keep them on. She knew the order of her stripping didn't matter; that she would be buck naked in a few minutes anyway.

Looking around, Susan could see how anxious the men were to see her most private parts. Realizing that denying them that pleasure for a few moments longer was probably going to be her last chance to deny them anything, she made her decision. Lifting her leg, Susan yanked one sock off angrily and planted her bare foot firmly on the ground. She quickly pulled off the other sock and now stood barefoot on the dirty, clammy floor. The coolness of the concrete radiated up her body and an involuntary shiver ran through her as she stood there, barefoot and bare breasted before the leering males.

The agent dropped her dirty socks carelessly on top of her other clothes, and then stared at her, waiting. Susan did not move. She needed a brief show of resistance to regain her composure. Thinking that she was making it too easy for this worm of an agent, she decided that he would have to ask for her last garment.

The agent had to swallow before he spoke, his mouth having gone dry from excitement. In an annoyed voice, he croaked "Take off your underpants, now!"

Pleased with herself for disconcerting the man, Susan slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her bare hips. Her hairy bush was suddenly exposed to five sets of male eyes; her panties sliding down her legs and pooling around her ankles. She stood there like that for a full minute, stark naked, her fallen panties bunched around her ankles. The men stared in silence, mesmerized. Most had never seen a nude white woman. They drank in the glories of her body: her blonde hair, her pale skin, her pink nipples, and, most fascinating of all, her blonde triangle of pubic hair. Susan's pubes were slightly darker in color than the hair on her head, but she was definitely a natural blonde; as these men could clearly see.

Letting her panties fall to the dirty floor may seem odd, but Susan was trying to demonstrate, to both herself and the Africans, that she didn't care what they did, that nothing would faze her. It was a gesture wasted on her tormentors, who were too focused on her nudity to even notice. The agent finally held out his hand and Susan stepped out of her empty panties, picked them up, and handed them to the man. He dropped them on top of her dirty socks.

The pile of Susan's clothing was now complete. Everything she had been wearing when she entered the room was now on or under the old wooden chair, leaving her in her birthday suit. She stood with her arms at her sides, making no attempt to cover her nudity as the soldiers ran their eyes over her bare body.

Susan's mind wandered, thinking about the role reversal of her situation. Instead of the white explorer or traveler encountering the scantily clad natives, here she was completely naked in front of a group of fully clothed Africans.

"Put your hands behind your head", the agent ordered abruptly. She did as he instructed, elbows out. Her audience watched as her firm tits were raised and thrust forward, her bare nipples pointing right at them. "Legs apart" barked the agent. Susan shifted her legs so that her feet were shoulder width apart. The men's eyes instantly dropped to the young woman's crotch; where they could just make out her pink cunt through her blonde bush. Susan powerd herself to remain detached. She wondered what Jim was doing at this moment.

Jim was sitting.

He too was trying to keep his mind blank. The thought of what might be happening to his wife behind the closed door, was too painful to contemplate. He was sunk in a morass of conflicting emotions. He wanted to protect his wife; but the only way to do that was to sit here meekly and do nothing. He consoled himself with the thought that whatever was being done to Susan in that room, it was better than what would happen to her if he resisted. Jim looked around the terminal. It was filling up with people for the flight out, but no one was at the counter to process them; all of the customs staff being in the search room, enjoying the show, he thought bitterly. Oddly, the other passengers did not seem upset or annoyed at the lack of organization. Jim guessed that in Mabuto, remaining docile was an important quality of the successful citizen. The threat of quick and vulgar retaliation for anyone who stepped out of line was guaranteed, and he knew that included him. So he sat, and worried.

Inside the room, his naked wife stood, legs apart, and worried. How far were these thugs going to go, she wondered? Despite her resolve to remain detached, Susan couldn't help but be aware of her nudity; and a wave of shame swept through her bare body. With great effort she managed to shake it off, just in time to hear her next instructions. "Walk to the far wall and back, and keep walking until I tell you to stop". Susan turned and walked towards the rear wall, the soldiers getting their first look at her naked backside. All eyes were glued to the woman's bare ass, her full cheeks wobbling lewdly with each step. Reaching the wall she turned and walked back towards the men, boobs and hairy bush embarrassingly of display. The men watched like a pack of hungry wolves as she made several back and forth trips, trying to decide which side they preferred. Finally the agent told her to stop, and she stood before them at attention.

"Turn around", he ordered. She complied. "Bend over and spread your cheeks".

Susan was not shocked; she was expecting something like this. Now they were getting down to the nitty-gritty of this charade. She turned her back on the men and spread her legs slightly. Taking a deep breath, she reached back, grabbed a full buttock in each hand, and bent forward at the waist, pulling her ass cheeks wide apart. 'I'm going to give them the full show', she thought through her anger; 'just so they'd shut their stupid mouths and look their fill'.

The agent and soldiers watched in a lusty stupor as the beautiful naked tourist brazenly spread her bottom for them. The dark crease between her lush bum cheeks parted, revealing her asshole. Susan's crinkled anus was a deep reddish color, contrasting obscenely with the very pale hemispheres of her bare fanny. The men stared long and hard. They had subjected many hapless victims to this humiliating routine, mostly males. This was their first white woman. They gazed in wonder; the time passing in silence.

Susan's back and legs were starting to ache as she held the uncomfortable position. She could feel a slight breeze against her exposed anus, and though idly that maybe it was coming from the combined heavy breathing of all the men in the room. 'What a way to pass the time waiting for a flight', she thought sarcastically. Finally, reluctantly, the agent whispered "Stand up". Susan straightened up slowly; the men watching in fascination as her rosebud was again enfolded and hidden between the plump cheeks of her behind.

"Come over here" the agent ordered as he walked to the old examination table. As Susan followed him, her bare feet padding across the cool, dank floor, she was again feeling very naked. She glanced briefly at the Captain, watching her from his chair with cold eyes. He seemed the least interested in the proceedings, the least likely to do anything physical to her; yet he frightened her the most. Arriving at the table, she faced the customs agent, who made a point of looking her up and down before he spoke. "We will now do a body cavity search" he said with a smirk on his lips. "Get on the table and lie on your back".

Susan looked down at the table and shuddered. The old leather padding was scratched and torn. It was a mottled brownish color, covered with dark stains. She imagined that these were sweat stains from previous naked victims. Suppressing her revulsion, Susan climbed nakedly up on the table. As she lay back, she found that it was too short to stretch out on full length. With her head at one end of the table, she had to bend her knees almost straight up so that her feet could rest on the opposite end. She could fell the sharp edges of the rips and tears in the leather padding digging into her back and buttocks. "Spread your legs" the agent blurted out. She moved her feet carefully to the outer edges of the table and let her thighs fall wide open. Susan knew that if she held anything back from these pigs they would just give her more orders; and she was thoroughly sick of hearing the agent's nauseating voice. She was determined not to feel shame; they were the guilty ones here.

Disbelief and rage flashed through her, but she quickly suppressed her emotions, determined to reveal nothing to the enemy. In a calculated act of rebellion, she actually took a step closer to the agent, her bare body only inches from his clothed one. Staring him right in the eye, she stated in a calm but steely voice that would brook no refusal: "I need to go to the toilet, now!"

Taken totally off guard, the agent felt intimidated by the angry, naked woman. He might even have let her dress and leave, but he knew he could not completely surrender his authority in front of the Captain and the soldiers. Regaining some of his composure, he pointed to the metal grating of the drain, set in the middle of the floor; certain she would refuse such a degrading suggestion. Without a moments' hesitation, Susan marched over to the drain, turned facing the men and, straddling the grating, proceeded to squat and pee.

The soldiers stared in amazement at the sight of a naked white woman urinating in front of them. All eyes were glued to Susan's crotch, where a yellow stream of piss was gushing from the young wife's urethra. Susan's pee made a hissing noise as it continued to pour forth strongly from between her hairy lips, splashing on the metal grating and wetting her pretty toes before trickling down the drain. Finally, her seemingly endless stream began to weaken. The five males watched transfixed as the last few drops of urine dribred out of Susan's wet, blonde pubes.

Without a word, and without wiping herself, Susan stood up, walked calmly back to the table, bent over, and spread her legs. The men were stunned and confused by Susan's behavior. Though they of course enjoyed the unexpected treat of watching the beautiful blonde tourist take a piss right in front of them, they were put off by the new brazenness of her behavior. She was not acting cowed or intimidated, two of the basic requirements of a good strip search. She was taking some of the "fun" out of it.

Nevertheless, one more treat was in store for them, as the third soldier approached Susan's proffered backside. They all knew that this man had short but unusually thick fingers. Not bothering with the jar of lube, he placed the blunt tip of his fat finger against Susan's already greased asshole and shoved mightily.

Susan let out a yell, a long, drawn out "aaaaahhh!" The men watched in fascination as her small anus stretched to accommodate the huge intruder, expanding from a crinkled red dot to a smooth and shiny wide ring of distended muscle, gripping the man's fat finger. Susan was trying to relax, to accustom herself to the monster lodged in her rectum, when the man began to crudely pump his digit in and out of her rear end.

Pain shot through her as she fell helplessly forward across the table. She tried not to cry out, but the agony from the massive finger stretching and rubbing the tender flesh of her dilated anus was too much to bear. An unladylike grunt escaped her throat each time the brute pushed his finger in, followed by a low moan when he pulled out. The soldiers were practically drooling over the obscene sight of Susan's distended anal ring gripping the fat, black finger as it slid relentlessly in and out of her rectum, buggering her. Her grunts and moans were music to their ears.

Suddenly the Captain's voice shot across the room. "Enough!" he commanded; and it was over.

The soldier pulled his finger from Susan's behind with a loud, wet 'plop'. Her asshole, looking red and raw, remained open for a few seconds before slowly contracting to its' normal pucker. The room was quiet except for the heavy breathing of both the young woman and the men. The quiet was suddenly broken as Susan let loose with a series of loud, wet farts, the soldiers laughing hysterically at her discomfort.

"Get dressed, you're free to go" announced the customs agent. He felt that he had done what was expected of him; that he and his assistants had thoroughly humiliated this prideful young woman.

Susan took a few more deep, healing breaths as she lay d****d across the table, her bare arse still facing the smirking men. Disregarding the pain between her legs, she stood up and, ignoring the men completely, walked over to the pile of her clothes. She picked up her panties, dirty from having fallen to the floor when she undressed, turned them around to find a clean spot, and used them to delicately wipe the grease from her raw cunt and ass. Then, throwing the panties on the floor, she put the rest of her clothes back on.

When Susan was once again fully clothed: bulky shorts, safari jacket, heavy boots, baseball cap; she looked as stylish and attractive as when she came in. Without a look back, she walked to the door and left the room; leaving the soldiers to marvel at her toughness, and feel a little ashamed at having treated such a decent woman so scandalfully.

Susan didn't give the men another thought, they were beneath contempt. Entering the main terminal area, she saw Jim rise from his seat and threw herself into his waiting arms. "I'm fine", she whispered reassuringly, "I'll give you the gory details later. Let's just go home". Her husband, sensing her needs, asked no further questions, grateful to see her apparently unhurt. He took charge and tenderly guided her through the rest of the airport procedures and onto the waiting plane. Susan clung to his arm, lost in her own thoughts.

They had both been so sure of themselves, not realizing what a dangerous place the world could be. She had born the brunt of their punishment, but horrible as it had been, she had discovered just how strong she could be.

She was proud of the way she had handled herself. She had given in when she knew she must, to protect herself and her husband, but had maintained her dignity. She had not acted like some helpless ninny, and was enormously proud of fighting off the man who had tried to **** her. Most of all, she was determined to put the whole, distasteful incident behind her. Not that it excuses the men; but the things that were done to her were not so unusual. They were just the things that such men do when given power over women: undress them and stick their fingers into various orifices. Not very original when you think about it. She would not be traumatized, she was stronger than that. She had a wonderful husband, and a good life to get back to.

Susan was suddenly aware that they were on the plane already, flying over the trees and scrub, headed back to civilization. Looking out of her window, she found herself thinking what a beautiful country this really was. Maybe, if the government changed, they would come back here someday.

A brief spasm of pain shot through her sore asshole, followed by a small fart.

Then again, maybe not.

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An Opportunity Not To Be Missed


George was the sort of man who never seemed to have much luck in life. Now in his sixties, he just lived from day to day with no real sense of purpose, keeping himself to himself for most of his time.

His wife had passed away over 20 years earlier having been a very unwell and sickly woman for much of her life. George felt cheated somewhat by her constant illness as they never really enjoyed life together and, as for sex, well there never was any.

The many years that have passed since, the old man has spent completely alone. With no real family or friends to speak of he seemed to take very little care of himself. His clothes were dirty and just hung from his skinny frame, he only took a bath or had a shave when he felt like it, which wasn't too often. His hair was lank and greasy and combing it across the bald patch on top of his head did nothing to help improve his appearance.

He spent much of his time just wandering around the town. His lack of permisteral hygiene, and his scruffy appearance, meant that people would keep at a certain distance as they walked around him.

He, on the other hand, would make a point of indulging his one and only real interest in life.

You see the endless years of being alone meant that George was extremely sexually frustrated, unable to look at an attractive woman without lustful thoughts going through his mind, wanting to touch her. He knew he hadn't a chance in hell of ever getting a woman but he was free to look and fantasise all he wanted. Often he wouldn't even notice the looks of disgust coming his way as he would ogle a pair of tits or a sexy ass walking along the street. "Dirty old man" some would say, while others would try to ignore him as if he didn't even exist.

His constant state of arousal meant that poor old George was needing to masturbate himself several times a day, often thumbing through his mountain of porno magazines that he had collected over the years. He had developed a good imagination looking at the girls in his magazines and could almost believe he was really fucking them as he would blow his load all across the pages. Afterwards he would sometimes talk to them as he mopped his spunk up with a tissue as if they were real. It looked sad but George didn't care, as his female company over the last 20 years added up to zero he was getting something he needed.

Early one evening at home, he had just had his dinner and was settling down to watch some tv, when there came a sudden knock at the door, causing the old guy to nearly have a heart attack.

"Who the hells that?" he thought as he got to his feet and went to the door, he never had visitors....

He opened it, and was about to tell whoever it was to get lost when his bottom jaw almost hit the floor at what he saw....

A young lady stood there, her face a picture of beauty with lovely brown eyes and her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. She introduced herself as Mandy and explained that she was in her final year at St Agathas college for girls, and as part of their exam coursework they were to assist the local church with their charity work in helping the elderly of the town.

George new St Agathas was a private all girls school run by the church. Many of them were from wealthy families who wanted their flowers to be brought up in the ways of the church and with no influence from boys.

She went on to say how they had all been given the name and address of someone to help with any odd jobs they had and that she had been given his. He stood there in a state of shock for a moment, then said.

"This some kind of joke is it?."

"No no," she replied "it's true."

Looking at her dressed in her college uniform he said. "Your too old to be at college still surely." He was still a little suspicious as his eyes began to wander down her body.

"No, I'm 19 sir, I am as I said in my final year."

He began taking in the vision before him, and things just got better and better. She stood about 5ft 3inches in her charcoal grey uniform. She had on a blazer which could obviously not be buttoned up as it hung open either side of the most magnificent pair of breasts.

"God what gorgeous huge tits," he thought to himself, noticing the strain on the buttons of her crisp white blouse as they struggled to keep them contained.

His eyes went lower to see the length of her skirt. It was nice and short, just enough to cover her ass. Her tanned firm thighs were exposed briefly before vanishing into white knitted stockings that came to just above the knee.

"Well?" she said, trying to get him to focus his attention back on her face, "have you any jobs that you need help with?"

"Fuck, I know something you can help me with" he thought to himself. "Erm yes," he said, still in a state of mild shock, "yes yes sorry, do come in, come in."

As she breezed past him he caught the scent of her perfume as it filled the air all around him, he directed her through to the back room mesmerized by the swaying of her pony tail as he followed her through.

Still unable to believe his luck that this lovely young thing was standing there in his house he quickly thought of something for her to do.

"Erm..... the washing up," he said pointing at the dirty plates, "its my back you see, I find it very painful to lean over the sink..... would you mind?" he said, playing the poor old soldier.

"No, not at all, thats why I'm here," she replied as she started to fill the sink with water.

George was getting very excited and could feel his old cock harden at the sight before him.

"Let me take your blazer.... you dont want it getting wet do you," he said stepping up behind, her, his whole body seemed to tremble at the thought of being so close to this beauty.

"Oh thanks," she said as she slipped it from her shoulders for him to take. As he took it he couldn't help but look over her shoulder and down at her tits so big and firm, wondering how it would feel to give such beautiful things a squeeze.

"God, this is fantastic," he thought.

As he stepped back with the blazer in his hands he got his first look at her ass. Her skirt fitted her perfectly as it flowed outwards from her narrow waist hugging her hips and ass tightly before it cascaded over her her firm rounded cheeks like a waterfall. It was so short that he felt sure that the slightest breeze could expose her panties.

It was all getting too much for the old boy as he took her blazer out to hang in the hallway, bringing it to his face to breath in its scent before hanging it up.

Returning to the room he sat himself at the dining table and just watched her. He thought to himself if he had to draw a picture of his perfect woman he couldn't improve on what was before him right now. She was amazing, and in profile her tits looked fantastic, and her ass stuck out as if asking to be grabbed.

Before he knew it she had finished the washing and was putting everything away, he couldn't take his eyes off her as she moved around the kitchen.

"Well thats that!" she said.

Looking back at the old man she paused and wondered when he last had a wash or a change of clothes, she could see he was rather dirty and took very little care of himself. But she realised this was the sort of permister that needed helping out, all the while blissfully unaware of what was going through his dirty old mind.

"Anymore jobs?"

"Erm...yes, just a quick one," he replied. Thinking quickly he had come up with a great idea.

"I'm unable to get up my loft ladder these days, and I was wondering if you would just have a quick look up there for me?"

"Sure......erm....why?"

"I, erm, I thought I heard a noise the other evening, there may be a bird or something up there, so if you could have a quick shine around with the torch I'd be most grateful, it'll only take you a minute," he said getting the torch from the drawer.

"Upstairs.....after you" he said, stepping back and allowing her to go up first.

Up she went, he followed her closely, watching the cheeks of her ass rise and fall alternately, pushing against the tight fabric of her skirt causing it to stretch even more, while the hem danced freely about the tops of her thighs.

At the top of the stairs they stopped as he picked up the hook to pull the loft hatch down. As it did so the ladder came down automatically with it. He stepped back and handed her the torch and watched as she started to climb the ladder. His exitement was intense as he looked on, her ass was inches from his face as he inspected it in very fine detail. His cock was so hard by now and he had to adjust himself as he could feel the dampness of pre-cum seeping from its tip into his dirty underpants.

She had her head and shoulders through the hatch, and, shining the torch around said, "I cant see anything,"

"You need to go a little higher," he said, getting more and more excited, licking the saliva that was building up in his mouth from his dirty cracked old lips.

She went another two steps until she was through to her waist,

"Have a good look, make sure theres nothing up there!"

With that she leant forward for a better look, now he couldn't see her face, and, more importantly, she couldn't see him. He quickly took the opportunity to move closer, and, stooping slightly, drew in a deep breath as he looked straight up her skirt.

Spontaneously he grabbed his cock through his trousers, giving it a much needed squeeze, his other hand came to his mouth and he bit down hard on his knuckles. He couldn't believe his luck, he was looking straight at her lovely white panties just inches away. It was the most exciting feeling he could ever remember having. He knew her cunt was right there, just a thin piece of material between him and it. He so wanted to push his face in it, his heart was pounding through his head, when all of a sudden she called out,

"No, sorry, I can't see anything, I'm coming down now!"

He quickly repositioned himself, trying to look as innocent as he could as she decsended the ladder. Quickly she brushed herself down with her hands, he watched her tits bounce as she flicked some traces of dust from her white blouse. "Take it off and do it, go on," he thought, "get them fucking monsters out." But that was obviously never going to happen as she looked back at him, catching him having a good look. She new the affect she had on men and had grown used to being looked at and so thought nothing of it.

"Right, if thats it I'll go now, but if you have any more jobs I'll be back the day after tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok," was all he could manage as she trotted back down the stairs and, grabbing her blazer, opened the front door, before turning to him saying with a smile....

"Goodbye, see you soon."

He watched her walk off and closed the front door.

Hardly able to move he leant with one hand against it. With the other he quickly fumred around trying to release his aching cock, such was his excitement he only just got it out as it errupted with a huge explosion of spunk that flew across the room splashing hard against the door. Collapsing to his knees with his cock still in his hand squeezing out the last few drops he was amazed at the amount of spunk there was. He had never seen so much and, to be honest, felt a little proud of himself.

George spent that night with his head spinning with the thought of this young woman. He lay in his bed desperately thinking of a way to get his hands on that body. It had been so long since he had even touched a woman and never in his life had he touched one as unbelievably gorgeous as her. He had to try something...anything.

The experience had left him so horny that he had wanked himself off through the night more times than he could count, a theme that followed for the next day and into the following night too.

The following day was the day she was due to return, he spent it trying not to think about anything sexual, wanting to save himself for her visit. It was agony and proved to be almost impossible, but he managed it and at long last after what had felt like an eternity of waiting, the evening came and, true to her word, there was a knock at the door.

Opening it he was more than a little excited to see her stood there again wearing her college uniform looking exactly the same as before, the tight blouse, the short skirt everything.

"Come in, come in" he blurted out before she even had chance to say hello. "Go through, you know the way."

Barely had she got into the room before he was taking her blazer from her, "Oh, thank you," she said, somewhat taken by surprise. He hung it up quickly and returned to her. She was stood with her back to him as he entered the room giving his eyes the chance to, again, roam all over her causing his old cock to swell once more. He couldn't believe it but she looked even better than he remembered, so lovely and sexy, his mind was full again with lustful thoughts.

"Would you mind getting me a coffee before you start on the dishes?" He asked.

"Sure, ok," came the polite response.

He sat back at the table watching her as she made the coffee unaware of the million filthy thoughts he was having while leering at her.

"Erm.....I'm afraid we have a bit of a problem," he began.

"Problem? what problems that?" she asked.

"Oh I think you know..."

"Know? know what?"

"I know you have it so don't play the innocent with me," he said in a sterner tone.

"I don't know what you'r talking about," she replied getting a little worried.

"The money.....the money you stole from me the other day." He said picking up the phone, "I'm going to call the police."

"Police? why? I didn't touch any money!"

Of course there was no money it was all part of the sordid little plan that he had been hatching over the past two days.

"Just the other week a guy got three years in primister for pulling the same stunt on some other poor old boy like me," he continued with more confidence, "you reckon you could handle primister for three years?"

"No...no....I mean I haven't done anything, please you have to believe me!"

"Sorry, but the police have asked us all to be on the lookout for people like you, so I have to call them," he said as he began to dial.

The thoughts flew around in her head, she was terrified, what if the police didn't believe her, what would her parents say, she would be thrown out of college with nothing, but primister??? that was more than she could stand.

"Please, please anything, I'll do anything I couldn't go to primister, I didn't do it you have to believe me!" She cried.

"No, sorry they have to know, I knew you were up to no good, they're very strict on this kind of thing."

It was all rubbish of course but she didn't know that as the fear grew and grew inside her, thinking of all the innocent people that get wrongly sent to primister. That could easily happen to her and she was now getting desperate as she watched his dirty old fingers start to punch out the numbers on the phone.

"What do you want? I'll do anything, just please don't call the police....please...please," she sobbed, now standing in the middle of the room pleading with him with tears in her eyes.

That was it, the words he wanted to hear, had it worked? Surely not. Pausing for a moment he placed the phone back down on the table and looked her over.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Anything, just please don't call the police, I don't want to go to primister."

"Mmmm I don't know....let me see," he said pretending to think of something. "Ok, why not lift that sexy little skirt of yours and show me whats underneath."

There was a pause for a moment as you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. "Go on, go on," he thought, praying that it had worked.

Then she reached down and took the hem of her skirt in her hands and, realising she had no choice, she slowly raised it to her waist giving him a perfect view of her white lace trimmed panties. The crease of her cunt was clear to see through the fabric. She looked at the dirty old man before her as he began to fidget in his seat. He rubbed his hands together and, licking his lips, started to mutter to himself, "oh yes......yes, you little tease."

"Ok? happy now?" she said as she quickly let go of her skirt, turned and went back to start on the washing up at the sink.

He rose to his feet, displaying a huge bulge in his dirty old trousers and walked across the room to stand behind her. Putting his grubby hands on her shoulders she flinched as he began to massage them slowly. He nuzzled his nose into her pony tail moving his head from side to side causing it to sway. She stood motionless, frozen to the spot with the realisation of where this was all leading, unable to stop it unless she wanted to risk going to primister.

He moved to stand at her side, one hand now on her arm and the other in the middle of her back. She felt his breath on her face, it smelt bad and tremred with his obvious excitment. He moved his hand slowly down her back until it settled on top of her hip, aware that if he went too fast she might panic and run away. He took a deep breath as he moved it lower until his palm was directly over her buttock. Squeezing it gently he let out a long sigh, it felt better than he had ever dared imagine, so firm and tight. It was a good sized handful as he sqeezed it more and more. He looked down at his hand on this gorgeous ass and began slowly clawing at her skirt, dragging it up until her panties were on full show. He admired the way they clung to her buttocks like a second skin.

He was finding it hard to control himself, muttering, "Oh God yes, yes....Oh God yes," as his hand started to roam all over her ass squeezing both cheeks in turn.

Looking back at her face he said, "your so lovely, so fuckin lovely." His eyes went down to the next, much larger, prize, "Oooh such lovely big tits," he whispered into her ear, "how big are they? mmmm? what size is your bra?" Now sounding every bit the dirty old perv' he realy was.

"Uuum...thir.....thirty f..four.......d...double..E." She stammered.

With that he raised his other hand and released the highest button on her blouse, taking care not to touch her tits, not yet, that was a moment he wanted to saviour. The next button was released exposing her huge cleavage for the first time. All the strain was now on the one button directly between her tits and so slowly he released it causing them to burst into view encased in a white lace half cup bra. Undoing the remaining two buttons further down loosened the blouse enough to enable his hand to venture in.

As with her ass, he placed it gently over the furthest tit away from him, the first thing he felt was the lace of the bra, it felt so nice as he began to squeeze. Again it was better than he could ever have dreamt, so magnificent, it was much larger than his hand and incredibly firm. So big was it that he had to move his hand around in order to feel it all over.

He couldn't believe it, there she was, the sexiest girl he could imagine, dressed in her college uniform, the sort of girl that every man on the planet would give his right arm to have. Then there was him, a balding dirty little old man who no woman would ever give a second look at, and she was just letting him do what ever he wanted.

He couldn't hold out any longer, such was his unbearable need for satisfaction as he pressed his rock hard cock against her hip. She sensed his desperation as he mauled at her tits and ass, realising that if she could make him come it could be over much sooner, and so she took the initiative.

Turning slightly towards him she managed to push him away enough to allow her to unclip the front clasp on her bra causing her tits to spring into view. They were indeed a sight to behold as they stood large and proud thrusting out from her opened blouse. Old George wasted no time in grabbing one and stuffing it into his mouth, groaning and moaning as he sucked, licked and dribred all over them.
He was now desperate to shoot his load and was surprised, and extremely relieved, to feel her hands undoing his trousers, she unzipped them quickly and without hesitation thrust her hand inside. It was an incredible feeling as her slightly cold hand fumred around in his trousers. Going in too low into his baggy old pants she trailed her finger tips up the inside of his wrinkled old thigh until she got to his balls. She raked her finger tips across his sack, allowing his balls to tumble through her fingers before grabbing his smelly old cock and pulling it from his trousers.

That was it, old George cried out, "YES.....YES... OH GOD YES!!! WANK MY COCK, GO ON, GO ON, WANK MEEEEEEEE.......OOOOH YESSS!"

She began to pump it with her hand as he continued mauling her with his filthy old hands, it took only a matter of seconds before torrents of spunk burst from his cock, load after load flew all over the place as she squeezed and massaged every last drop out of him.

Covered in sweat and exhausted he let go of her and collapsed to the floor. She looked down at the wretched old man sat there and felt so disgusted by him that she thought she might be sick. She stepped away from him and began to do her bra back up.

He looked up at her as he realised that although he had just come he still wasn't satisfied, his cock was still hard and wanting more. Such was his state of excitement, he would never normally be able to go again straight after but this was not a usual situation, he was so incredibly turned on.

"No you don't," he said getting to his feet, "I haven't finished yet! Oh God no, not by a long way."

"No," she said, "no thats it, we're even."

"I can still call the cops you know..... is that what you want me to do?"

"You know it isn't," she said in a rather deflated tone.

"Go and sit on the sofa!" he barked.

She was stunned by his abrupt tone and did as he said, knowing full well she had no choice. She crossed the room and sat herself down on the edge of the sofa wondering what would happen next.

"Spread your lovely legs," he ordered, licking his lips.

Slumping back into the sofa she resigned herself to her fate and, reluctantly, her knees fell open.

"Well what do we have here?" he said kneeling down between her parted legs and lifting her skirt up. "Ooooh looook, looooook," he drooled as he moved his face closer to the crotch of her white panties. She felt his breath on her as he drew ever closer, and then, very gently, kissed her panties where they stretched across her cunt. Surprisingly, she found it all a little exciting as he kissed and sniffed at her crotch. As she closed her eyes she felt his tongue run along the length of her cunt pressing the fabric of her panties against her now damp pussy.

Moving back he pushed her knees back together and tugged her panties down her thighs. He got back to his feet and quickly undressed himself until his scrawny old body was naked before her.

"God he's revolting," she thought to herself as he stepped towards her, his big angry cock bobbing around in front of him all dirty and old. Instinctively she moved her panties the rest of the way down her legs and kicked them off completely, knowing what was going to happen.

Opening her legs again he was now more excited as he now saw her cunt in all its splendour for the first time. Getting back down into position he looked almost lovingly at it. In all his life he had never been so close a womans cunt, not even his late wifes. As he drew closer and closer he began muttering to himself, "so beautiful, oooh so beautiful, mmmmmm oh God I want it oooh yesss."

Taking her ankles he lifted her feet up and perched them on the edge of the sofa so her cunt was now fully opened on display. Slowly he pushed his face into it as his tongue penetrated its folds for the first time. The taste was better than he imagined, surprisingly sweet. It was so clean and perfumed which was a stark contrast to his face, which was dirty and his breath smelt rotten.

Making all sorts of grunting noises like some sort of a pig, he began to rub his face all over it, licking and slobbering at it with more excitement in him than she had ever seen in a man.

As he went on he couldn't resist pushing one of his boney old fingers in. It was tight, even around his thin fingers as it slipped in deeper and deeper. He looked up at her to see she had her eyes closed and was chewing on her bottom lip.

"You love it don't you....eh?" he said. All she could do was nod her head in agreement, confused and unsure as to how she felt. "This is what you want," he said, raising himself up into position.

"I've waited my whole life for this," he said as his dirty smelly old cock nudged the entrance to her cunt. Leaning forward slightly it began to slide in, it felt out of this world as the walls of her cunt got wetter and wetter and seemed to suck it inwards.

He looked at her tits, so big and hard with nipples that pointed straight up at the ceiling. He eagerly grabbed them with both hands, squeezing and squashing them together, his grubby old fingers digging deep into the firm young flesh.

As he did so his cock thrust all the way into her and his balls came to rest against her ass, he pulled back and then plunging in harder causing his eyes to roll back in his head as the feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced in his whole life. Gradually he got faster and faster until he was going like a man possessed. Falling on top of her he locked his mouth over hers, she tried to resist as his dirty smelly tongue thrust deep into it, touching the back of her throat. She found it disgusting but allowed him to continue, as he moaned with desperation as his cock thumped at the entrance to her womb, his balls tightened and with the "slap, slap, slap" sound ringing around the room he shot his spunk deep into her, it was more than he could cope with as he seemed to jerk and twitch as if having some kind of fit. He slowed down as he emptied himself into her, feeling her cunt pulsating away as he did so.

Rolling off of her, he lay there for several minutes unable to believe what had just happened. Raising himself up on his elbows he looked across at her, what a sight. She lay there with her huge tits sitting exposed through the opened blouse, her charoal grey skirt up around her waist. Her knitted white stockings still on her legs which were open showing off her ravaged cunt with his dirty old spunk dribbling from it.

She seemed half arelax as he leant across and kissed her on the mouth, unable to let his prize go just yet. She just moaned slightly as she lay there with her eyes closed. Looking her up and down he felt his cock rise again as he realised she was just too much, he couldn't help himself. He hadn't had a woman for more years than he could remember and he knew he would never be in this position again. As for this one in particular, well she was the stuff of fantasies, they just don't exist in his world.

With that he rolled her onto her stomach, her skirt fell back over her ass covering it. She was still half arelax as he lifted it up to look at her bare ass. "Oh my dear lord," he whispered as he placed a hand on one of her lovely firm rounded cheeks. Greedily he began to maul her ass unable to resist the temptation as he pushed two fingers back into her cunt as far as he could. This seemed to wake her up as she leapt to her feet and stepped away from him, somewhat confused by her enjoyment of the experience.

"Last time........I promise," he said to her, unaware that she was also now in need of something. She hadn't had a full orgasm and needed to finish off before she could leave.

"This is your lucky day," she said to him, "get on the sofa and lie down."

He did so in double quick time and lay there stretched out naked with his cock standing up hard and desperate for attention.

Looking at this filthy dirty old man she couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she needed satisfaction quick.

Old George just lay there with his mouth open as she peeled all her clothes off until she stood there naked except for her stockings. What a sight she was, so firm and tanned, her tits were so huge as they stood firm with not the slightest sag, their size emphasized even the more by her tiny waist.

She knelt onto the edge of the sofa and, throwing her leg across him, she straddled his body, slowly she lowered herself down until her cunt was touching the swollen tip of his cock. Taking her tits in her own hands she lowered herself down.

The old boy just stared in a state of shock as he watched his cock vanish inch by inch into her. Looking back to her tits he saw she was playing with them, rolling them around in the palms of her hands, "I must have died and gone to heaven," he thought to himself, "this just doesn't happen to me."

His thoughts were broken by her moaning noises as he realised she was actually enjoying it. She sat herself down until her ass was resting on his balls and then started to grind against him. She leant forward and took his skinny old wrists in her hands and put them either side of his head pinning him down. He couldn't move as he looked at her huge tits hanging just above his face just out of reach.

"You dirty old bastard," she said with a tremble in her voice as she began to lose herself in the moment, "who do you think you are? Look at yourself, you're disgusting.......how could any woman ever want you?" she went on as she continued to grind her cunt harder and harder against him squeezing his cock with it.

"Oooooh you love my big tits don't you!" She teased. "You dirty old sod, I bet you never thought you would ever touch tits like these, mmmmm? I bet you think about it all the time don't you! Feeling a big pair of young tits like mine."

"Oh yes, yes, yes," he said as the sight of her tits and the feel of her cunt drove him more and more crazy.

"Aaaaw do you wank yourself off at night thinking about it...eh? Do you wank that dirty smelly old cock dreaming of girls like me?"

"Yes, oh yes yes all the time."

"You dirty randy old sod, I know what you want, mmmm? I know what you want." With that she lowered herself further pushing her tits into his face, swaying them from side to side causing them to roll about as his hungry open mouth sucked and licked at them. Struggling, he managed to free his hands and grabbed at them sqeezing them from either side making her nipples expand as he chewed on them.

She was now, at last, about to orgasm as she bounced up and down on his cock, his hands released her tits and gripped at her ass as he thrust harder and harder into her, his balls jumping all over the place as he bucked away. Her tits jumped and bounced around, hitting him about the face, when she screamed out..."YES...YES...YES...I'M COMING...AAARGH!!!!" As her juices flooded from her cunt all over his cock, that was it for old George, all he could take as he exploded his spunk deep into her one more time. Holding her tight as he pumped his final drops into her he sucked on her tits one more time. "Oh I love you, your so beautiful," he muttered as she climbed off of him. He watched her dress herself still not quite able to believe that he had actually fucked that gorgeous creature in front of him.

"Now we're all square I think!" She said.

He just lay there looking at her and said, "God you look so sexy, you must know that... especially in that uniform, it's such a tease."

"I know that, its such good fun winding up old boys like you," she said with a cheeky smile on her face. "You didn't have to send me up that ladder the other day you know....if you wanted to see my panties you only had to ask."

Then turning her back to him and keeping her legs straight she said, "look I'll show you," then she bent over and touched her toes, causing her skirt to rise giving him a perfect view of her panties stretched across her ass.

Standing back up she turned and said "see!" then went to the door to leave before looking back to see him holding his cock in his hand rubbing it up and down.

"I'll leave you to it!" she said, and with that was gone, leaving old George with enough to keep him wanking until he's a hundred years old....

As he did so his cock thrust all the way into her and his balls came to rest against her ass, he pulled back and then plunging in harder causing his eyes to roll back in his head as the feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced in his whole life. Gradually he got faster and faster until he was going like a man possessed. Falling on top of her he locked his mouth over hers, she tried to resist as his dirty smelly tongue thrust deep into it, touching the back of her throat. She found it disgusting but allowed him to continue, as he moaned with desperation as his cock thumped at the entrance to her womb, his balls tightened and with the "slap, slap, slap" sound ringing around the room he shot his spunk deep into her, it was more than he could cope with as he seemed to jerk and twitch as if having some kind of fit. He slowed down as he emptied himself into her, feeling her cunt pulsating away as he did so.

Rolling off of her, he lay there for several minutes unable to believe what had just happened. Raising himself up on his elbows he looked across at her, what a sight. She lay there with her huge tits sitting exposed through the opened blouse, her charoal grey skirt up around her waist. Her knitted white stockings still on her legs which were open showing off her ravaged cunt with his dirty old spunk dribbling from it.

She seemed half arelax as he leant across and kissed her on the mouth, unable to let his prize go just yet. She just moaned slightly as she lay there with her eyes closed. Looking her up and down he felt his cock rise again as he realised she was just too much, he couldn't help himself. He hadn't had a woman for more years than he could remember and he knew he would never be in this position again. As for this one in particular, well she was the stuff of fantasies, they just don't exist in his world.

With that he rolled her onto her stomach, her skirt fell back over her ass covering it. She was still half arelax as he lifted it up to look at her bare ass. "Oh my dear lord," he whispered as he placed a hand on one of her lovely firm rounded cheeks. Greedily he began to maul her ass unable to resist the temptation as he pushed two fingers back into her cunt as far as he could. This seemed to wake her up as she leapt to her feet and stepped away from him, somewhat confused by her enjoyment of the experience.

"Last time........I promise," he said to her, unaware that she was also now in need of something. She hadn't had a full orgasm and needed to finish off before she could leave.

"This is your lucky day," she said to him, "get on the sofa and lie down."

He did so in double quick time and lay there stretched out naked with his cock standing up hard and desperate for attention.

Looking at this filthy dirty old man she couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she needed satisfaction quick.

Old George just lay there with his mouth open as she peeled all her clothes off until she stood there naked except for her stockings. What a sight she was, so firm and tanned, her tits were so huge as they stood firm with not the slightest sag, their size emphasized even the more by her tiny waist.

She knelt onto the edge of the sofa and, throwing her leg across him, she straddled his body, slowly she lowered herself down until her cunt was touching the swollen tip of his cock. Taking her tits in her own hands she lowered herself down.

The old boy just stared in a state of shock as he watched his cock vanish inch by inch into her. Looking back to her tits he saw she was playing with them, rolling them around in the palms of her hands, "I must have died and gone to heaven," he thought to himself, "this just doesn't happen to me."

His thoughts were broken by her moaning noises as he realised she was actually enjoying it. She sat herself down until her ass was resting on his balls and then started to grind against him. She leant forward and took his skinny old wrists in her hands and put them either side of his head pinning him down. He couldn't move as he looked at her huge tits hanging just above his face just out of reach.

"You dirty old bastard," she said with a tremble in her voice as she began to lose herself in the moment, "who do you think you are? Look at yourself, you're disgusting.......how could any woman ever want you?" she went on as she continued to grind her cunt harder and harder against him squeezing his cock with it.

"Oooooh you love my big tits don't you!" She teased. "You dirty old sod, I bet you never thought you would ever touch tits like these, mmmmm? I bet you think about it all the time don't you! Feeling a big pair of young tits like mine."

"Oh yes, yes, yes," he said as the sight of her tits and the feel of her cunt drove him more and more crazy.

"Aaaaw do you wank yourself off at night thinking about it...eh? Do you wank that dirty smelly old cock dreaming of girls like me?"

"Yes, oh yes yes all the time."

"You dirty randy old sod, I know what you want, mmmm? I know what you want." With that she lowered herself further pushing her tits into his face, swaying them from side to side causing them to roll about as his hungry open mouth sucked and licked at them. Struggling, he managed to free his hands and grabbed at them sqeezing them from either side making her nipples expand as he chewed on them.

She was now, at last, about to orgasm as she bounced up and down on his cock, his hands released her tits and gripped at her ass as he thrust harder and harder into her, his balls jumping all over the place as he bucked away. Her tits jumped and bounced around, hitting him about the face, when she screamed out..."YES...YES...YES...I'M COMING...AAARGH!!!!" As her juices flooded from her cunt all over his cock, that was it for old George, all he could take as he exploded his spunk deep into her one more time. Holding her tight as he pumped his final drops into her he sucked on her tits one more time. "Oh I love you, your so beautiful," he muttered as she climbed off of him. He watched her dress herself still not quite able to believe that he had actually fucked that gorgeous creature in front of him.

"Now we're all square I think!" She said.

He just lay there looking at her and said, "God you look so sexy, you must know that... especially in that uniform, it's such a tease."

"I know that, its such good fun winding up old boys like you," she said with a cheeky smile on her face. "You didn't have to send me up that ladder the other day you know....if you wanted to see my panties you only had to ask."

Then turning her back to him and keeping her legs straight she said, "look I'll show you," then she bent over and touched her toes, causing her skirt to rise giving him a perfect view of her panties stretched across her ass.

Standing back up she turned and said "see!" then went to the door to leave before looking back to see him holding his cock in his hand rubbing it up and down.

"I'll leave you to it!" she said, and with that was gone, leaving old George with enough to keep him wanking until he's a hundred years old....

Old George spent the next few days in something of a daydream, not quite able to believe what had happened. The whole experience had only served to heighten his state of constant arousal, leaving him with the constant urge to masturbate himself as he tried to recount in detail everything that had happened.

He was annoyed at himself for one thing however... A few years ago he had bought himself a video camera for the purpose of trying to secretly film women out and about in the streets and shops and so on. It never really proved successful and the camera soon finished up stuck in the back of a cupboard gathering dust. He wished he had had the foresight to dig it out and video the whole event, just imagine how fantastic that would have been, being able to watch it over and over again, but such was his blinding excitement at the time that it never even crossed his mind.

The days went on and soon turned into weeks as old George went back to his usual mundane life, doing nothing except walking the streets as before admiring all the beautiful women he saw, wishing he could touch, feel, and of course, fuck them all. His frustration had turned him back to his trusted collection of girls in his porno magazines for relief, wanking himself off over them with a new and far better sense of what it would really be like to fuck them.

It was now six weeks since the girl, Mandy, had come to his house and old George knew he had seen the last of her. After all he realised every time he saw his reflection in the mirror that he had just got extremely lucky....... incredibly lucky in fact, to think that the dirty little old man looking back at him had managed to have his wicked way with such a beautiful and sexy girl as she was.

It was a very warm friday afternoon, and as George was about to prepare something for his dinner he noticed the woman next door go out to do some gardening. Never one to miss an opportunity he went upstairs to watch her from his back bedroom window. She was a slim woman in her mid thirties, nothing too special but attractive enough, enough that is to allow old George to spy on her while he played with himself as he had done many times before.

As she worked at her flower bed old George smiled a dirty little smile as he started to rub his frustrated old cock through his trousers while staring at her ass.

"Oh yes you dirty little slut," he whispered under his breath as he watched her from behind his curtains. "I bet you would love me to stick my big cock up you wouldn't you..." he carried on as he fantasised over her.

Imagining himself standing behind her he was about to get his cock out for a much needed wank when there came a knock at the door. "Shit!" he said as he had to stop what he was doing and go to answer it. Halfway down the stairs it knocked again, "Ok! I'm coming I'm coming!" He was not at all happy at being disturbed, until that is, he opened it to see who was stood there...... it was her.....Mandy....his girl.

"I...Its you...." he said, barely able to speak as his heart seemed to leap into his throat.

"You have to fill in this form and sign it!" she said rather abruptly as she thrust some folded pieces of paper at him.

He just stood there in amazement as he looked into her beautiful young face, unable to believe it was really her. He looked her over, as always she was in her college uniform and looked like a dream, her huge tits every bit as wonderful as he remembered them as they fought to escape the confines of her tight blouse.

"Oh yes, thank you God," he thought to himself as every nerve in his body seemed to be screaming at him to reach out and grab her.

Looking down he saw she hadn't worn her short skirt this time but instead had on black trousers. But they were tight....very tight in fact as they stretched around her thighs and hips hugging her crotch tightly...... God she looked just so incredibly sexy.

"You have to fill this in and sign it!!!" she repeated waving the pieces of paper in his face.

He took it from her but carried on looking down her body, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was pleased at what he saw. The corners of his mouth turned upwards as a smile came across his old face.

He looked back at her sweet young face, her blonde hair, as always, pulled back into a pony tail. "What is it?" he asked.

"Its a satisfaction form that you have to fill in and sign."

"Oh I'm sorry, please do come in....." he said as he gathered his senses together.

"No I think I had better wait here."

"Please yourself," he said, handing her back the form.

"No you have to fill it in for me!" She replied as she refused to take it back from him.

"Well then you had better come in!" he said a little more sternly as he turned and walked through to the back of the house in the hope that she would follow.

"O....Ok.... but no funny business," she called out as she stepped inside remembering only too well what had happened before.

He went through and sat at the table studying the form for a few moments as he noticed her from the corner of his eye appear nervously in the doorway.

"Come on in then....don't be shy," he said to her as he again looked her up and down.

She looked at him and although he was in his sixties it has to be said, to her, he looked more like a man in his nineties. She felt disgusted with herself wondering how she could have ever let what happened before happen with the dirty old man that sat there, let alone finish up actually enjoying it!!!. His old shirt and trousers were dirty and stained, his collar and cuffs badly frayed, he looked as if he had been living in the same clothes since the last time they met. His face was unshaven and, together with the rest of him, in need of a good wash. As she stood there the room seemed to be filled with that stale smell of an old permister that she remembers so well.

"It says here that you were supposed to have called in on me three times a week for the past six weeks," he said as he looked over at her.

"Well you know as well as I do why I didn't," she replied, "look I'm finishing for the summer now and I need to get this form back before I can get my grades!"

"Do you really?" he enquired as he rubbed his stubbly old chin with his hand looking her up and down, "mmmmmm I see."

"Forget it!" she said angrily, knowing exactly what he was thinking and turned to leave.

"Wait wait wait!" he said hurriedly not wanting her to leave.

"I told you no funny business.....ok?" she again emphasized.

"Ok," he said in a reluctant tone, then as he looked over the form one more time he had an idea. "Look I'll make a deal with you, do a bit of tidying around the place for me while I fill this in, I mean, its only fair as that is what you were supposed to do anyway......"

She looked suspiciously at him for a moment.

"You can make a start upstairs in my bedroom....it is a bit of a mess."

"What, so you can accuse me of stealing from you again?"

"No no, I promise.........trust me."

She thought for a moment before agreeing on the strict understanding that he stay downstairs.With that she slipped off her blazer and hung it over the back of a chair. The old boy just sat there enjoying the view staring at her huge tits longing for a feel.

As she went up the stairs he watched her ass cheeks as they stuck out nice and proud in the tight trousers. God she was so sexy he wished he could just grab her and fuck her brains out there and then.

As she vanished into his room he knew what he had to do, although the erection in his underpants wanted something else, he wasted no time in setting about it.

Turning back he went to the cupboard to dig out his old video camera and then placed it on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. He checked there was a tape in it and turned it on to record. He then got an old towel from the kitchen and threw it over the camera in order to hide it. He then sat himself back down, not completely sure of what he was doing or where it might lead.

Upstairs she was amazed at how messy the room was and how stale it smelt as she set about trying to tidy it up, all the while keeping her ears open in case he came up the stairs.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself.

Grabbing some dirty clothes from the floor she opened the wardrobe to throw them in only to find it full of junk. Turning around she decided to stuff them under the bed only to find something in her way. Dropping them down she reached under to see what it was, only to pull out a huge pile of dirty magazines. "Oh my God!" she whispered to herself as she realised what she had found, her shock grew as she looked back into the wardrobe and saw a pile of maybe a couple of hundred more of them, "you dirty old bastard!" she muttered.

She sat on the floor for a few moments flicking through some of them, the pages were all crusty from years of use. As she looked at them she realised that they were mainly full of women with big tits.

"Oh my God, he must have thought all his birthdays had come at once when I turned up on his doorstep," she thought to herself with her own 34 double E cups in mind.

Strangely it all made the 19 year old feel a little naughty as she began to understand the affect her presence must have had on him. She knew men always looked at her and she knew exactly why, but he must have been really struggling to contain himself.

Hurriedly she put them back and quickly tidied the room as best she could before returning back down the stairs.

He sat there pretending to be still looking over the form. Slowly his eyes moved up from it and back to her. She began to feel a little uncomfortable as he continued to stare at her while he placed it flat on the table.

"I'll do this for you," he said, "but you have to do something for me first."

"I told you no funny business!"

"No no don't worry.....I just want you to tell me what happened the last time you were here."

She looked at him puzzled, "what?"

"Well," he went on, "I just want to hear it so I know it wasn't all a dream. Believe it or not, that sort of thing doesn't happen to me every day you know."

"Oh I don't know...." she replied seeing something of a look of desperation in his face.

"Come on, make an old man happy..... If you do I'll sort this form for you..."

"Do I have to?" she complained.

"Well if you don't then maybe I'll have to tell your college that you only actually visited me twice."

"Thats all......nothing else?" she questioned.

"Absolutely....." he replied.

"Well what do you want to hear?"

"All of it....all about the sex we had."

She stood thinking for a moment, and then, feeling rather naughty remembering the magazines upstairs, she thought, "why not, what harm can it do."

She sat down at the table opposite him, noticing how he still couldn't take his eyes off her tits as she began......

"Well, ok, you told me that I had stolen some......"

"No no no," he said, cutting her off in mid sentence, "just the good parts, you know, the sex. Tell me what we did and how much you enjoyed it."

"What?"

"Please, it would mean so much to me."

She saw the pleading look in his eyes, and so continued.

"Oh ok...well, erm....oh yes, right, well first of all we were in the kitchen and then I let you..........."

Off she went with the whole sequence of events, even telling him how she chose to fuck him at the end as she was so in need of an orgasm.

He sat there listening carefully as he fiddled with his frustrated erection under the table enjoying hearing such filthy talk from such a sweet young mouth.

On finishing she asked if he could fill in the form so she could be on her way.

"Well there is quite a lot of it to fill in so I'll do it overnight and you can pop back tomorrow morning to collect it....Ok?"

She let out a long sigh as she was now getting annoyed but really had no choice other than to agree, even though it was saturday tomorrow.

"Now I haven't taken any of your precious money this time.....Ok?"

She didn't want to get caught out as she did before.

"Well maybe I should search you," he said trying his luck.

She got to her feet and, feeling naughty, she thought she could tease the dirty old sod a little, while remaining in full control of the situation.

"Go on then! I don't want you saying tomorrow that I've taken anything."

His heart was pounding in his chest as he got to his feet and approached her. She looked as his trembling bony old hands reached out to her, his breathing was heavy and his eyes widened as he licked his lips before placing his hands on her hips.

She knew what she was doing and enjoyed the powerful feeling she had over him, knowing full well that his cock must be giving him some serious trouble.

His excitement could be felt in the air as his hands went down over her hips to the tops of her thighs as he began his "search."

Her black trousers were so tight that they felt like silk as they stretched around her. His heart was slamming against his chest as he began to feel her firm young thighs. He moved to her side without letting go so one hand slid across her ass. The other went across her lower stomach, he spread his fingers enough to just feel the top of her pussy mound. The temptation was so great that he couldn't help but give her ass a little squeeze as he went across it.

Standing behind her he stepped closer and she felt his hard cock rest in the crevice of her ass. His hands, now around her waist, started moving higher towards her tits. She could smell his bad breath as his face came closer and closer.

He looked down at her massive tits rise and fall with her every breath as his hands went up her stomach. His red pressure was off the scale as his finger tips felt the underwire support of her bra, when suddenly, she stepped away.

"Ok thats enough," she said, "you can see I don't have anything."

Looking back she saw the pained expression on his face, together with the huge bulge in his trousers.

"I....I haven't finished," he said as he stepped forward reaching out for her tits.

She simply stepped back and swatted his hands away, "behave yourself.......I think thats enough."

"Oh pleeeease!" he begged her.

She pretended not to hear his plea, "see you in the morning then," she said as she picked up her blazer before leaving. She walked out with a naughty smile on her face feeling rather wicked knowing what a state she was leaving him in. "That'll teach you....you dirty old sod," she thought to herself.

Old George watched her leave, then, trying to ignore his painful erection, he went to where the video camera was to check it was still running.....it was.

He quickly plugged it into his tv to see what he had got.......everything......the whole admission of what had happened between them, even his quick feel at the end.

"Oh yes...yes...yes," he muttered to himself as he watched it back with his erection causing a huge tent in his trousers. He grabbed his cock and had no time to release it as he felt he was about to come in his trousers, "look at them fuckin' great big tits!!!" came his cry as he watched the tv, "FUCKIN' HELL!!! WHAT FUCKIN' MASSIVE FUCKIN TITS!!! AAAARGH!!! His cock exploded causing a hell of a mess, but it didn't matter, he was so thrilled at what he had managed to get on tape.

The following day she returned to collect the form, being a saturday she had no need to wear her uniform. Instead she wore a tight white cotton t-shirt that showed off the full shape of her lovely big tits making them look even more tempting (if that were possible). It clung to her as if it had been sprayed on and you could just make out the pattern of her white lace bra underneath. The word "BABY" was printed across the chest in large pink letters. Below she had on what looked like a short white tennis skirt that showed her tanned legs off to perfection.

She looked hot, and she knew it, her clothes had been picked deliberately to tease the old man even more, she loved the feeling of power that this game she was playing gave her. She wanted to teach him a lesmister by showing him what she had and that he couldn't have it.

He was thrilled to see her, and dressed like that! "WOW!" was all he could think as she stood at his doorway looking like every mans wet dream.

"The form," she said as she walked past him into the house. Her blonde hair was now down and came to just between her shoulder blades, her skirt from behind seemed to have a mind of its own as the rise and fall of her ass made it dance from side to side barely covering her cheeks.

"Sit down for a moment, I have something to show you," he said excitedly.

"I just want the form," she said.

"I have it here," he said pointing at it over on the table, "come on, it'll only take a moment."

"Ok, but be quick, I don't have much time," she replied rather abruptly as she sat herself down on the sofa.

He watched her cross one leg across the other showing almost the full length of her smooth tanned thigh, the little white skirt just covering her lap. Quickly he grabbed the remote control and started to play the tape for her. He stood and looked at her as the expression on her face changed with the realisation of what she was watching.

He sat himself down next to her, unable to take his hungry leering eyes off her.

"No you didn't take any money this time," he said, "but you have been a little bit silly. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want me to show this to anyone else......would you?"

"You bastard, give me that tape now!"

"Sorry, no chance of that I'm afraid," he went on, "maybe I could run off a few copies to send to your friends or even your family."

"You couldn't, you don't know who they are," she said getting more and more nervous.

"Well your full name is on the top of the form, it shouldn't be too hard to track them down. I could even stand at the college gates and just hand a few out, I mean, what happened between us is something I'm obviously very proud of."

Her heart sank as she realised what was happening, he had got her again, how could she have been so stupid? If her family saw the tape God only knows what they would do, but if any of her friends saw it she would be a laughing stock, never able to live it down. This was just her worst nightmare.

Old George drew closer to her and whispered in her ear, "well you come in here dressed like that, what do you expect....eh?" he paused for a moment before going on, "Oh now let me see, I think we've been here before.......don't you?"

With that he placed his arm around her shoulders drawing her nearer as she tried to lean away. He placed his other hand on her knee and very slowly began running it along her silky smooth thigh, "Oooooh your such a cock teaser," he whispered.

She looked down and felt disgusted to see his creepy frail old hand vanish under her little white skirt.

"P...Please....d...don't," she asked him, "I don't want this, not again.....please..."

"Oooh I'm not going to hurt you, you know that, I just want us to have some fun," he whispered excitedly.

"Please don't.....please..." She again pleaded.

"Oh you're just so fuckin' lovely, I can't help myself...........my cock is so fuckin' hard."

She could smell his rotten breath as his face came ever closer to hers until she felt his nose touch her earlobe. She sat frozen as his dirty old hand roamed under her skirt pushing it upwards until the white lace triangle of her panties came into view.

"Oh yes...." was all he could say as his eyes went down for a look. His cock was throbbing like crazy as he pushed his face back into her neck, her perfume was intoxicating and he let out a long groan as he began to slobber his mouth up and down it.

"Please don't," she pleaded one last time as she felt the unshaven stubble of his chin start to scratch on the soft smooth skin of her neck.

His heavy breathing seemed deafening in her ears as his excitement grew, all she could think was how disgusting the old man was as he held her tightly to him.

He looked down at her tits, so many times he had seen girls with big tits in tight t-shirts just like this, they always looked so tempting and so many times he had wanted to touch and feel them.

"Oooh baby," he said, referring to the word written across her chest, as he lifted his hand from her thigh and placed it on the side of her face turning it towards him.

She looked at his greedy eyes as he moved in on her, opening his mouth and licking around his lips as he approached. She tried to back away but couldn't as he planted his mouth over hers, letting out a long moan as he pushed his tongue in. It tasted vile as he pushed his face harder and harder against hers as he began to ravish the inside of her mouth with his horrible wet tongue.

She could feel him shaking all over as he continued his assault on her mouth, beads of sweat now ran down his forehead as he moaned with excitement.

His hand began to slide down her neck and onto her shoulder where it came to rest for a moment. He released his mouth from hers and looked at his hand before moving it lower very slowly until it was squarely over her huge breast.

"Oh yes..." he whispered as he relished in the sight of his hand holding it as he started feeling its magnificence through the tight cotton fabric. He squeezed it hard causing her to wince as his dirty old fingers sank into the ample flesh.

She now wished she hadn't dressed in such a provocative way but doubted it would really have made any difference as he had obviously planned all this from the start.

His dirty old hand went from one tit to the other squeezing them both in turn as it roamed all over them, he was entranced by there magnificent size and weight.

"Ooooh such lovely lovely lovely tits," he whispered through his ever more trembling breath, "so big, oh God they're so fuckin' big!"

She needed to gather her thoughts, to try and get a handle on what was happening and what she should do, and so, with great effort, quickly pushed him away and leapt to her feet.

"Oh no you don't," he said, "come here!"

"Wait wait wait!" she replied, "look please don't do this."

"There's no way I'm stopping," he barked at her through short breaths, "if you want that tape you had better give me what I want."

Getting to his feet he reached out and grabbed her around the waist pulling her towards him.

Again she managed to free herself from his grasp as she reluctantly decided that she had to give in to whatever he wanted, just as before.

"Ok ok ok!" she said trying to keep him at arms length. "I'll give you what you want, but then you have to give me the tape so I can leave here once and for all.....deal?"

"Yes..er......um....deal," he grunted, unable to really concentrate in the presence of such overwhelming beauty.

She could barely look at the filthy old man in front of her and turned her back to him to face the table behind her. She knew what had to be done and figured this to be the easiest way for her to deal with the situation, and so she parted her legs slightly and bent across the table causing her ass to stick in the air. Her little white skirt raised itself just enough to give a cheeky glimpse of her panties.

Old George stood there unable to believe the sight that was before him. He dropped to his knees behind her and just stared for a moment. He then took the hem of her skirt in his hand and threw it up her back giving him a beautiful view of her completely perfect ass in the small lace panties.

They were so very white next to her lovely suntanned ass cheeks, his eyes fixed on the material covering her sweet young cunt. He knelt there with his hands over his mouth as if praying at an altar.

This was always one of his favorite poses from the girls in his magazines, more than a thousand times he had shot his load over pictures of women in this position imagining how it would be to fuck them, well now he was going to have his dream come true.

Unable to resist the temptation he slowly pushed his face into her cunt, drawing in through her panties the feminine scent that came from inside her.

Reaching down, he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers before undoing the buttons on his shirt and shrugging it off. He rose to his feet and his trousers fell to his ankles, he had on no underwear and so stood there naked with his hard swollen cock dribbling fluid from its tip pointing straight at her.

He needed this so badly that he couldn't wait any longer.

He stood behind her and offered his swollen cock up to her cunt, eager to be allowed in. He brought his hands down with a hard SMACK! onto her ass cheeks and, grabbing a fistful of each one, gritted his teeth as he dug his fingers in. He massaged her firm meaty cheeks in his hands for a moment before pulling her panties to one side exposing her gaping pussy in all its glory.

His head was spinning at the vision before him, he couldn't believe his luck, he had trapped this big titted 19 year old college girl for the second time and was about to fuck her again.

He placed his hard purple cock against her lips and rubbed it up and down a few times before he finally had to push it in. The tight wetness of her cunt was out of this world as he pushed his desperate cock in deeper and deeper until it was all the way in up to his balls.

"Oh fuck yes," he said as he enjoyed the incredible satisfaction of feeling her cunt wrapped around his smelly old cock. He had to wait for a moment or two or he would blow his load instantly such was his state of excitement.

He looked along her back to where her blonde hair lay between her shoulder blades and reached forward to grab it.

With her hair in his hand he pulled her head backwards causing her back to arch as far as was possible. He started grinding his cock around deep inside her as he pulled on her hair penetrating her as deeply as he could.

"Ooh yes...take it take it ooh," he groaned as he stirred his cock around inside her, "what a lovely wet cunt, oooh yes."

With his other hand he grabbed her face and turned it towards him as he leaned forward and licked at the side of her mouth trying to get his tongue in, groaning and moaning as he slobbered all over her.

Looking down he saw the position he had got her in caused her tits to stick out in an irresistibly obscene way. He had to squeeze them now, and so let go of her face and shoved his hand up under the front of her t-shirt grabbing them through her bra and mauling them all over. He couldn't stand it anymore and began pumping hard into her, she was more incredible than any fantasy he could ever dare even dream of as he slammed against her ass unable to hold back any longer.

Pulling her hair in one hand and groping her tits with the other he felt a tidal wave surge up through his cock, "AAAAAARGH YES OH FUCK YES!!!!" he cried as his spunk errupted inside her with incredible power, so much of it as he pumped and pumped for all he was worth until he had nothing left to give.

"Oh God," he sighed with relief, "fantastic, oh yes.......oh yesss."

He squeezed the final drops from his cock before letting her go from his tight grip. He stepped back and had to sit himself on the chair that was by the table before his shaking old legs gave way completely.

He looked at her still fully clothed. Her figure was just unbelievable, a complete dream, her clothes fitted so well they left nothing to the imagination, such huge firm tits, such a gorgeous ass, such perfect legs and such a beautiful face too. All this standing in front of him caused his old cock to rise and harden again almost instantly.

She looked down and saw it pointing upwards from his lap. "I don't believe this," she thought to herself as she realised she felt turned on by the whole experience just as before, "whats wrong with me, look at him, he's disgusting."

His excitement was such that he had finished again before she had reached full orgasm, leaving her in a frustrated state. His cock was so big and felt so good inside her that she couldn't help getting turned on. The main turn on for her, however, was the thought of knowing how much he enjoyed it, how much she turned him on.

"Please miss...I want some more," he said taking his quote from Oliver Twist.

"What now?" she sighed, "wasn't that enough?"

A grin came across his face as he looked into her eyes, his stained old teeth did nothing to enhance his looks.

"You've got such a pretty face," he went on, "such a pretty mouth........"

"W...what do you mean?" she asked nervously.

"I want to fuck it, you know.....your face........your mouth..."

"Oh!" she said rather shocked, "oh I see."

She was turned on enough by now to be able to do something like that, although he didn't know it.

"Oh sod it!" she thought as she went over to him and knelt between his skinny white legs. He watched her with excitement as he waited to see what she was going to do.

She reached out her sweetly manicured hand and lifted his heayy old balls off the chair cupping them gently. She then took the base of his cock firmly in the other hand. Her touch was so soft and gentle that he had to bite down on his lip just to keep control of himself.

Her face came closer to it and she found the urge to take it in her mouth overwhelming, it was filthy old and smelly but that didn't seem to matter, it was a fine looking specimen and she had to have it.

He looked at her manicured hands holding his balls and his cock, and her lovely fresh young face getting nearer and nearer, before saying in a whisper, "please......oh please suck it for me."

"OH I don't know about that," she teased, "how much would you like me to?"

"Oh God, more than you could ever know...please, oh please..."

"Enough to beg perhaps, mmmmm?"

He watched as she licked her lovely pouting lips. "Oh I'm begging you, I'm begging you......."

She looked at his face, the sweat was running down it and his eyes looked like they might pop out of his head. His open mouth was drooling saliva from the corner, she knew he was just a dirty old man and had nothing attractive about him at all but she was getting so turned on by the power she had over him.

Her mouth opened as he watched her, she put out her tongue and very gently licked at the underside of his throbbing cock, he shuddered in his seat and looked into her lovely big brown eyes as she pressed her lips to its tip and slowly sucked it in.

"OH MY GOD!!!" he cried as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He felt like a King as his aged old tool was being so lovingly caressed by her tongue as she began to swirl it around and around.

He thought how is old cock had never had it so good as her mouth continued to suck on it. He reached out and ran his bony old fingers through her lovely blonde hair before holding either side of her head in his grubby hands. She put up no fight as he held it tighter and started to power his cock in deeper before drawing it back out and then pushing it in again. He repeated this over getting a little faster each time as his old cock began to fuck her pretty young face.

"Aaaargh, oh God! Yes yes yes, " he said as he began to lose all control.

She continued sucking as he bucked against her face, his grip got tighter on her as he now powerd it all the way in to the back of her throat causing her to gag.

"Oh God, I'm going to come in your mouth, Im going to come in your fuckin' mouth," he called out as if announcing it to the whole world. "YESSSSS....YESSSSS! FUCK! YESSSSS!!!"

At that his cock shot ropes of spunk to the back of her throat, more and more kept coming as she struggled to swallow the foul tasting stuff down.

He held her head as he pumped out the final drops. "Your face is so pretty, oooh so pretty," he said still not quite able to believe that was his cock in her mouth. After he was sure he had completely emptied his balls he slipped it from her mouth, feeling more satisfied than he ever thought possible.

She got to her feet and went to the kitchen to wash her mouth out with some water, he still couldn't take his eyes off her ass in that skirt or her tits as they bounced around inside her t-shirt. It may sound unbelievable but he wanted more of her, his cock was still half erect and a sneaky little rub got it fully hard again.

She returned after her take of water and saw his cock still hard.

"You are unbelievable, I've never known anyone as sex starved as you," she said to him. "Well now I need something too."

She walked over and stood directly in front of him and reached down to close his knees together. She took a step back, he watched as she took the bottom of her t-shirt in her hands and in one move pulled it off over her head. Her tits bounced into view encased in their white lace bra.

"Oh yes yes yes, get them out.....please," he begged as his shaky old hands reached out for them only for her to slap him away.

"All in good time," she replied as she lifted her skirt and hooked her thumbs under the waist of her panties and slipped them off.

She stepped towards him parting her legs so she was standing over his hard cock, her massive tits hovering just above his head. He placed his hands on the back of her legs and slid them up under her skirt and grabbed her ass cheeks.

He kissed her stomach as his fingers probed between her legs, tracing along the edge of her wet cunt lips, causing her to let out a quiet sigh.

She began to lower herself down onto his lap, as she did so she deliberately squashed her tits against his face, the deep cleavage caused by her bra almost suffocating him. Her cunt was so wet that it just slipped effotlessly straight down over his cock until she sat on his lap.

"Ooooooooh jeeeeez!" he groaned.

"You want to see my tits?" she asked as she leant away from him slightly.

He was unable to speak and just nodded his head. She put her hands behind her onto his knees making them thrust out in front of his face. "The clasp is at the back," she told him as he seemed magictised by them.

He reached behind her and undid it, she lifted her arms and shrugged it off before putting her hands back behind her onto his knees. Her nipples stood out like bullets as he wasted no time in grabbing the giant mounds of flesh sucking and chewing them as he mauled and groped at them.

She was grinding herself down harder and harder on him loving the sight of this old man enjoying her firm young tits. He slobbered and grunted as he worked on them, making the absolute most of it all.

She lunged forward, grabbed his head and planted a kiss on his mouth, he was surprised at her powerfulness as she thrust her tongue inside. He grabbed her head too and wrapped his tongue around hers, sucking her face into his.

She was now jumping up and down on him, her cunt juices pouring from her all over his balls. She pulled her mouth away and took her tits in her hands and pushed them both up to his face.

"Suck my nipples you dirty bastard, go on I know you love my big tits, I saw all your dirty magazines upstairs you dirty dirty old pervert!"

He grabbed them and stuffed as much as he could of one into his mouth, she took the other and lifted it to her mouth sucking hard on the nipple as she continued fucking his cock.

He knew he was about to come as he shouted..."OH FUCKIN' HELL....FUCKIN HELL!!!" his voice muffled by all the tit pushed in his face.

With an unknown strength he rose to his feet with her legs wrapped around him, he turned and she crashed with her back onto the table. He put his arms under her legs and lifted them over his shoulders so her knees were up by her ears as he leaned over her. She grabbed both of her tits and squashed them together and brought them up to her mouth, she sucked on both nipples at the same time.

"Ooooh you dirty old sod, look how hard your making my nipples, ooooooh!" she said offering them to him.

He pushed his face down into them biting and chewing them all over as he moaned the word "lovely" over and over again.

Like a wild natural he pinned her arms to the table and was now slamming his old cock fast and deep into her like an engines piston. His balls were slamming against her ass as she shouted out...."YES I'M COMING....I'M COMING OH THAT COCK FEELS SO GOOD FUCK ME YOU DIRTY OLD BASTARD FUCK ME!!!"

As her orgasm ripped through her body he felt her juices gush from her, washing over his cock as it fucked into her harder and harder. He was now beyond any self control as his cock burst like a volcano into her "AAAAARRRGGHH! YESSSS YOU BITCH TAKE IT.... TAKE IT AAAAALL!!!" His cries must have been heard over the whole street as he emptied every last drop he had into her before collapsing back exhausted onto the chair.

He sat there, his arms limp at his sides and his mouth wide open gasping for breath as he watched her dress herself.

"Stay a bit longer," he pleaded, "just give me ten minutes to get my strength back."

She just laughed and said, "I don't think so, I mean look at you, I've almost *******ed you as it is."

She finished dressing and thanked him for an amazing orgasm, in fact several amazing orgasms. "Its been fun," she said, "but I don't think we will see each other again some how."

She took the form from the table and then went across to the video, bent over and took out the tape, "I think I'll have this," she said.

With one last attempt at getting her to stay he pulled himself to his feet and went across to her and asked her once more, "please don't go."

She looked up and down his naked old body and just laughed at the pathetic sight that he was.

His response was to have one last grab at her tits, pushing her against the wall as he did so. She struggled to free herself but he wasn't about to give up easily. With one hand firmly gripping her right tit his other went up her skirt and grabbed at her pussy.

"Just one more fuck, eh? go on," he said as his fingers pushed her panties into her cunt. "Come on my cocks gettin' hard again."

She managed to push him off and shouted at him, "NO FORGET IT I'M OFF!" and turned to leave. She opened the front door and said to him " God, you are unbelievable...." She then spun on her heels and straightened her clothing as she looked back at him and sternly said "goodbye!"

She marched out of the house and slammed the door behind her.

"Oh I think we may just meet again young lady," he said to himself as he crossed the room and took the video camera that he had hidden earlier from the shelf and turned it off.

He smiled and shook his head as he said to himself, "some people never learn....."

The video that George had made of him and Mandy together was all he could have ever hoped for. He now had a record of the event to keep forever, any time he got the urge for some relief he would put it on to watch. Stretched out on the sofa, cock in hand, he would re-live the whole experience over and over again.

The other, more important reamister, for making the video was, of course, to blackmail her into more sex. This part of the plan was proving a little more difficult however.

Her name did not appear in the phone book and when George approached the college with some bullcuckolds brownie story about wanting to send her a thankyou card, they said they would pass one on as it was against policy to give out students details.

This frustrated old George as he couldn't think of any other way to track her down, particularly as he was pretty sure that she may have finished at the college now anyway. All he could do was keep his eyes open in the faint hope that he may find her again one day.

While reading the local newspaper one morning George saw a headline that instantly caught his eye. It read, "MAN CHARGED WITH HARRASING NEIGHBOUR." It told of how a man aged 61 was being charged by the police for peeping on his neighbour as she got undressed. It went on to say how he had done this a number of times over the 6 month period that he had lived there along with making a number of comments of a sexual nature to her.

Further down the page it said how she claimed a number of items of her underwear had gone missing from her washing line and that she felt her neighbour was responsible.

"Good for you mate," old George thought to himself as he smiled in appreciation of the guy.

As he went on reading the story it gave the guys name and address, it wasn't too far from where he lived. He was shocked however when they gave the girls details, only referring to her as a 20 year old called Mandy.

"No way!" thought George, "it can't be..... can it? she could be 20 by now, that was a while ago that she said she was 19..."

This could be the chance he had been waiting for, it may not be her, but it has to be a possibility that it is. He had to take the chance to find out, it was a bit of a long shot but it had to be worth a try.

"Oh God I hope it's her, I hope it's her," he kept muttering to himself as he excitedly ripped the page from the paper and stuffed it in his pocket. Deciding that there was no time like the present he grabbed a copy of his video recording and set off to the guys address.

It was about a 15 minute walk and as he arrived George felt a little nervous as he approached the front door, he hadn't thought it through properly and risked making a fool of himself but he knew he had to try and see if it was the same Mandy.

He rang the bell and stood waiting for a moment as he heard someone the other side fumble with the lock before the door opened.

"Yes?" said the short, round faced, pot bellied man who answered, "can I help you?"

"Erm yes, I've come to ask you about the girl in this story," George replied as he pulled the piece of newspaper from his pocket.

"What girl!" he came back with angrily, "thats all rubbish, just a pack of lies!"

As the guy tried to shut the door George put his hand against it to stop him. "No no no, you don't understand.....I think I can help you."

"How?" he replied looking up and down the scruffy little old man stood on his doorstep.

"I have this erm...tape, if you will allow me to show it to you I think its the same girl you see."

Old George wasn't making much sense as he waffled on but the guy listened to what he had to say and decided to let him in, partly due to curiosity of what was on the tape and partly due to the fact that he needed any help he could get to help him out of the trouble he was in.

The guy took the tape from George and put it in his machine and began to play it.

"Thats her!!! a...and thats y...you, but how? I mean why did she...erm..." said the guy, now completely confused.

"That's her???" asked George excitedly.

"Yeah, thats her, I don't understand..."

"Let me explain..." said George as he went on to tell how he had managed to blackmail her and that he was sure that this tape could be used in the same way, to stop her bringing charges against him.

The guy reached out his hand and said, "my names Ted."

George took it in his and gave it a firm shake, simply replying, "I'm George, pleased to meet you."

With a mutual understanding of each other they both sat and watched the tape. Ted removed his thick framed glasses to give them a wipe before putting them back on his sweaty face. "She's fuckin' gorgeous," he said, "you lucky bastard, I'd give anything to get my fuckin hands on her, she's such a prick teaser, I see her every day and it drives my cock fuckin' crazy."

"Well, why don't we pay her a little visit?" George suggested, "where is it she lives?"

"Not far!" Ted replied as he wiped the sweat from his face with a tissue, "but she's not there at the moment, she's got a job in some office now and doesn't get home until quite late."

"When would be a good time to get her on her own?" asked George.

"About 8:30 in the morning, her folks have gone out by then and she'll be on her own before she leaves at 8:45."

"Sounds like you know her routine very well."

"Oh yes," replied Ted, now confident that they were both of the same mind, "all that stuff in the paper is true, what she doesn't know is that I watch her every time she goes out, she's just so fuckin hot that I can't help havin a quick wank every time I see her."

"I know exactly what you mean my friend, if she don't want the attention she shouldn't walk around looking so fuckin' sexy."

After talking about her for another few minutes they had both got themselves so wound up that they put the tape on again. Ted sat there, and without a care in the world, got his cock out and started playing with himself as he watched the tv.

George was shocked to see him do this right in front of him as if he wasn't even there, but being in need of the same he decided to join him. So the two old boys sat watching the tv excitedly wanking themselves off.

When they had finished Ted said casually, "ah thats better, I needed that."

"Me too," replied George.

"Here, use these to clean yourself up," Ted said throwing a box of tissues over.

"Thanks!"

After that they had a cup of coffee and George deciced he had better get off home.

"Ok then, I'll come back tomorrow morning and we can go around there for a little chat, agreed?"

"Agreed," replied Ted.

Old George wasn't too keen to share her with anyone but needed to know where she lived for sure and so knew he needed Ted for now, but once he had found her she would be all his.

The next day came and George turned up at 8:15, the tape held firmly in his hand.

"Her folks have left already so she'll be in there on her own," said Ted, the excitement already causing the fat old man to sweat heavily.

They decided to ring the doorbell and put the tape through the letterbox with "PLAY ME" written across it then wait for 5 minutes to give her a chance to watch some of it.

After waiting they both went and rang the bell again. As she opened it it was obvious that she had seen what was on the tape from her worried expression.

"How did you find me?.... and whats he doing here?" she said pointing at Ted.

"Never mind all that," said George, "did you watch some of the tape?"

"Yes.... you're such a sneaky old bastard," she said to George.

They both looked her up and down, she looked amazing, just a white tube top with no shoulder straps was all that covered her magnificent tits, her nipples clear to see through the fabric. Below she had on a short pale blue skirt that was pleated all around.

"Fuck.....look at you!" said George as his cock was already begining to harden at the sight of her. "Is that what you wear to work then?"

"N...no I'm off today, look what is it you both want?" she asked knowing full well what the answer was.

They both stared at her in awe, she was just so beautiful with her blonde hair pulled back in its usual ponytail.

"Well first of all," George said, "we want you to drop these stupid charges against my friend here."

"O...ok I'm sorry, it wasn't my idea in the first place, it was my folks, but I'll tell them I can't go through with it...ok?"

"Thankyou," replied George, "I have a few copies of that tape....you know how this works, don't you."

She saw the way they were both looking her up and down and knew what was going to happen, only this time the thought of Ted, the dirty fat old pervert from nextdoor being involved too, made her even more nervous.

She stepped back to allow them in, as she did so every step caused her huge firm tits to sway and wobble. They stood there as the door closed behind them, Ted couldn't believe that it had worked as he spoke to her for the first time.

"I think I'm due some compensation for all the stress you've put me through." He turned to George, "sorry mate but your going to have to give me first go, I think I'm owed it."

George was desperate to get his hands on her himself but unknown to Ted he had other ideas. He had already got what he came for and as soon as Ted was finished he would be able to have her any time he wanted as he was the only one with copies of the tape.

"N...no p...please don't," she pleaded as Ted approached her.

Her bedroom was on the ground floor and Ted directed her to it. He followed her noticing how the short pleated skirt only just covered that lovely cheeky ass that he had often so admired. His cock was hard and straining against his ill fitting trousers as he closed the door behind him leaving old George to wait outside.

She had been the object of his dirty fantasies for the past 6 months and this was the closest he had ever been to her. "I've waited a long time for this," said Ted as he approached her, his eyes roaming all over her body, "you're such a prick teaser."

"Please don't do this," she again pleaded as she backed up to the edge of the bed. She looked at the repulsive old man with his pot belly hanging over his trousers, his clothes all seemed to be several sizes too small, even his glasses seemed to dig deep into his fat head.

He moved up close to her and rubbed his hands together before he reached out to touch her face, she flinched as he ran his hand down her cheek. "Oh God your so fuckin' lovely," he said, she felt disgusted by the clammy feel and sweaty smell of his hand.

He sat himself down on the edge of the bed and put his hands on her waist turning her towards him, "I've wanted to get a look at these for so long," he said as he began dragging her top downwards.

Slowly more and more of her lovely big tits appeared as the top slid down until the top edge of her nipples could be seen. One more gentle pull and they bounced into veiw right in front of his face.

"Fuck me!!!" exclaimed Ted as he looked at them for the first time, "fuckin' beautiful."

He couldn't take his eyes off them as he wiped his hands down the front of his shirt. he reached his hands out and and took hold of each one. "Ooooh fuck, they feel good," he said as he massaged them in his hands moving them round and round with a circular motion, squeezing them more and more. His excitement was clear to see from the sweat breaking out all over his face.

After a few minutes he took her by the waist and sat her on the bed next to him, still unable to take his eyes off her magnificent tits. He pushed her backwards so as to make her lie down, all the while his breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

He looked along the length of her body as the lust he felt for her became unbearable. He again grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it roughly as his bulky frame rolled against her, he powerd his mouth against hers and began kissing her excitedly.

"Mmmm oh yes, oh yes, you're fuckin' gorgeous you fuckin' tease, oh fuck yes!" he moaned as his wide open mouth seemed to be trying to devour her entire face.

She closed her eyes to try and imagine it was someone else as his hand released her tit and felt its way down her body to her thighs. Dragging his hand back up he grabbed her skirt, pulling it up to her waist. His fingers found the waisband of her panties and began to creep down inside. As the disgusting old man slobbered with excitement all over her face she knew she had to face the inevitable. She parted her legs slightly to allow him access as his hand went lower into her white lace panties until his fingers found her lovely moist cunt.

"Ooh yes..... ooh yes, lovely lovely..." he kept muttering as two of his fingers began to push their way inside her. As his fingers went into her cunt his tongue powerd its way into her mouth as he moaned and groaned, sweating with the overwhelming excitement.

His fingers went in deep and he began stirring them around inside, getting her wetter and wetter. Feeling this he released her mouth and said to her, "you love it, oh yes your cunt is soaking."

The truth was again she was starting to enjoy the feeling, just as she had done with George. Somehow being treated this way by disgusting and dirty old men was an immense turn on for her. She would try not to, but just couldn't help getting excited by what was happening to her.

He saw her nipples getting bigger and harder as she lay there with her eyes closed. "Oh fuck!" he said as he pushed his face into her tits with his mouth wide open sucking as much in as he could.

She looked down to see him ravishing her tits with his mouth, his head covered in sweat. "Ooh please stop...please," she pleaded as she tried to fight the feelings stirring inside her. But she couldn't help it as her cunt got wetter and her nipples got bigger and harder.

"You dirty old bastards are all the same," she said deciding to accept what she reluctantly knew deep down she was feeling, "you all love my tits, don't you...eh? you dirty old sod!""

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...." was all he could answer as he continued his assault on her.

"Get my cock out, go on," he asked her as he released her tit from his mouth and looked into her eyes, "please, please get it out."

She reached over and undid his trousers before instructing him to take them off.

"Oh yes...yes," he moaned as he hurriedly pushed them down and off together with his underpants. His cock, though not as long as Georges, was thick and looked to be as hard as concrete. "Oh jeeez, yes, yes!" he groaned as he felt her fingers wrap around it, "fuck that feels good!"

As he lay on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor she maneuvered herself around and knelt between his parted legs. All he could do was stare in awe at her beautiful face and her huge firm tits as they jiggled around in front of her.

She raised herself slightly so her tits were just above his erect cock before she began to lower herself downwards. He watched his cock vanish in between them and let out a long sigh as she took her tits in her hands and squashed them around it.

"Oh fuck yes..." he said as he saw the tip of his cock appear through her cleavage. Sticking her tongue out she flicked its very tip, spontaneously he began to buck as the sensation was all too much. Reaching down he took hold of them himself and squashed them harder around his desperate cock as he began fucking her tits for all he was worth, pumping his cock between them.

"GOD!!!! YES, OH YES!!!!" he cried as almost instantly he found he could hold out no longer.

Suddenly his cock errupted, load after load of his dirty spunk shot across her lovely sweet face. "Oh fuck yes...yessss!" he moaned as he watched his filthy sticky seed hit her across the face three or four times before the torrent subsided and the remainder dumped itself all over her lovely big tits.

He let out a long sigh feeling thoroughly satisfied as his body went all limp on the bed.

She reached for the box of tissues on her bedside table and cleaned herself up. Pulling her tube top back over her tits and smoothing her skirt out she was aware that old George was still waiting outside, probably nursing a huge erection.

She was now so turned on that she needed satisfaction and she knew he would be desperate for the same. So, with the devil now in her, she decided to tease him a little before letting him have what he wanted.

She left the bedroom and walked past George waiting patiently in the hallway. He looked her up and down as she walked through to the lounge, giving her ass a sexy little wiggle as she went. He followed her through, desperate to get his hands on her he grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it down on the huge deep pile rug that lay in front of the fireplace.

"Here, now!" he called to her as he dropped to his knees and ran his hand over the rug in an invitation to come and lie down. Before she could respond he had pulled off his grubby old trousers and underpants, his huge hard cock standing up like a flagpole.

She approached him slowly, "lie down then," she said to him.

His eyes widened with excitement as he hurriedly did as she asked, laying on his back with his head on the cushion.

"What do you want?" she asked him.

"Ooh I want you....now. My cock is so fuckin' hard...please!" he pleaded.

"I seem to remember the first time we met you liked looking up my skirt, didn't you....you dirty old man!"

"Ooh yes...yes!"

He lay there looking up at her as she approached him placing one foot next to his head, she stepped over and placed the other foot the other side. She stood over him and looked down at the hungry lustful look in his eyes as he stared straight up her skirt.

His cock was in desperate need of attention and she knew it as she enjoyed teasing the old boy. "How close would you like to get...eh?" she asked him as she slowly lowered herself to her knees parting her legs a little more to give him a better view.

"Ooh please, please I want it," he said as he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and wiggled it around in the air. He was trembling with excitement as he looked at the crotch of her lovely white panties just inches above his face.

Slowly she lowered herself down, his head vanished under her pleated skirt as she felt his tongue start lapping at her panty crotch. She was already wet from her experience with Ted, but now she was really losing herself in the whole thing.

He put his hands on her ass cheeks to take some of her weight as she sat herself down on his face. His moans were muffled as she began grinding herself against him. Opening his mouth wide he sucked on her pussy mound and his tongue pushed her panties into her lovely wet slit.

She reached under her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and began humping his tongue. He was in heaven as she rubbed her cunt harder and harder all over his face, soaking it with her juices.

She looked over her shoulder to see his swollen hard cock pointing straight at her, pre come oozing from its tip. She needed it inside her now, her desperation for an orgasm was unbearable.

She raised herself from him, much to his dissatisfaction, and crawled backwards down his body.

"Oh God yes...." he whispered as he realised what she was doing. With her hands on the floor either side of his head he felt her cunt brush the tip of his cock. He looked into her beautiful face as she began lowering herself onto it. His cock was so in need of relief that he couldn't help but thrust it straight up her all the way. At the same time he pulled her top down causing her tits to spring out in front of his face.

He grabbed them with both hands and squeezed them roughly as he slammed his cock hard and fast into her soaking cunt. He raised his head and locked his hungry mouth over one of her nipples, sucking it like crazy.

"God....fuck me...harder...HARDER!" she cried as her cunt took the pounding of its life, "fuck me with that big dirty cock you dirty old bastard!"

She squashed her huge tits into his face as hard as she could, "you dirty old men are all the same," she said through her ever shortening breathe, "you all love my big titties, mmmm? I catch dirty old men like you all the time looking at them."

All her talk drove him over the edge as his balls tightened, he grabbed her ass with both hands and dug his fingers in deep as he pumped his cock hard and fast into her. With his face buried in her massive tits he thrashed his head from side to side, licking and slobbering all over them.

"AAAAARGH!!!! YES...YES!!!" he cried out as his cock exploded into her, he kept pumping and pumping his spunk into her for what seemed like ages until he had no more left and fell limp under her.

She looked down at him feeling rather satisfied, although at the same time confused. She saw a filthy old man and knew she shouldn't have enjoyed what had just happened, in fact she even felt a little disgusted with herself. But, at the same time as soon as they started working on her she couldn't help getting turned on.

She climbed to her feet, her tube top still around her waist showing off her beautiful big tits. "I think thats enough now," she said to George.

"No way....not yet, I haven't finished with you," he answered.

"No, neither have I," came the voice from behind.

She spun round to see Ted standing in the doorway looking slightly ridiculous. He had nothing on from the waist down, but still had on his shirt which was way too tight around his middle. His cock stood out hard proud under the shadow of his pot belly.

He reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back through to the bedroom.

"No...please don't," she pleaded, "I've had enough.....please."

He simply grunted at her as he threw her face down onto the bed. He told her to take her panties off and get on all fours. Reluctantly she did as he asked and he knelt on the edge of the bed behind her.

"What a lovely fuckin' ass!" he said, "ooh yeah, you parade around in them short skirts all the time stickin' your fuckin' ass out you prick teasin' bitch."

He lifted her skirt out of the way with his left hand and brought his right hand down with a hard "SMACK!" across her lovely firm round cheek.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" he went as he smacked it over and over, "your such a naughty naughty girl!"

The pain, although stinging, was bearable as she closed her eyes tightly waiting for the next smack. Instead she felt his cock push against her still moist pussy.

With sweat pouring from his forehead he couldn't believe he was actually going to fuck his dream girl. Unable to stand the wait any longer he grabbed her firm meaty hips and plunged his hard cock deep into her. "OH FUCK YES!!!" he cried out as the sensation was out of this world. He drew it back until it was almost out and then plunged it in again. This he continued doing getting faster and faster each time.

She didn't want it but again her body betrayed her as she couldn't help but start to enjoy what was happening. With every deep thrust her pussy got wetter and wetter and she enjoyed it more and more.

Her concentration was broken by a pair of hands grabbing either side of her head. She opened her eyes, it was George, his big hard cock was bobbing around just in front of her face. Feeling quite turned on now she instinctively opened her mouth to allow it in.

George let out a long satisfied groan as she sucked his needy cock into her lovely sweet mouth. His desperation was such that he had no time to mess about and instantly started fucking her face hard and fast.

She could hear the two old men moaning and groaning as they fucked her from each end, she couldn't help but find the whole experience the biggest turn on she had ever known. She reached under and grabbed Teds swinging balls in her hand, rolling them around in her fingers.

"Oh yeah, you love it you dirty bitch!" Ted cried as she played with them. The more he fucked her the harder she sucked, old George was finding it all too much as she sucked harder and harder, her tongue pressed hard against the under side of his cock.

He powerd it deep into her throat without a single thought for her, thrusting harder as he gripped her head tightly.

Ted was nearing his climax as he reached under and grabbed her heavy tits as they swung around beneath her. Squeezing and mauling them all over he couldn't hold back a moment longer as he bucked against her.

"SHIT!!! OH FUCKIN' HELL!!!" he called out as his balls emptied the biggest load of spunk they had ever produced deep inside her. More and more kept coming as he bucked away, his hands gripping her massive tits tightly. Gradually he began to slow and his grip on her loosened as he pumped the final drops from his cock.

After a few moments he pulled his cock out and collapsed face down on the bed next to her.

George was oblivious to all this as he was lost in his own world, he felt himself about to come as he carried on fucking her face. "Yes take it take it, ooh yes take it all!" he called out as he felt the spunk gush through his cock.

Mandy sucked as hard as she could for the old boy as his balls slammed against her chin. Masses of the dirty foul tasting stuff shot down her throat, she swallowed as fast as possible as his balls emptied themselves into her mouth.

As he finished he looked down and said to her, "suck it clean, mmmmmmmm thats it," and she dutifully obeyed. After she had licked every last drop of spunk from his old cock he slipped it from her mouth and sat back on the floor exhausted.

She looked at the clock, "you have to go!" she suddenly said in a slight panic.

"What....why?" asked George.

"My boyfriend will be here soon, if he finds you here God knows what he'll do."

Quickly she threw their trousers at them and hurried them to get dressed.

"B...but I haven't finished yet, I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes," complained Ted.

"Look, he's a six foot tall body builder and he'll ******* the pair of you..... then he'll ******* me!" she told them.

Now with everyone in a panic they got dressed as quickly as they could. As she tried to usher them out of the house they couldn't help but grab a quick feel before they left.

"Go...go!" she pleaded with them as they stumred out the door.

Ted was halfway up the path when george turned to her and said, "look he hasn't got a copy of the tape so what you do with him is up to you, I really don't care I only needed him to find you. But I have got copies and so I'll expect you at my house after work on friday....ok?"

"W....what?"

"You heard," he said as he looked over his shoulder to see Ted had gone, "if you don't want this boyfriend of yours, or anyone else for that matter to see it you had better do as I say."

Unable to think straight she quckly agreed asking him to now go.

"Oh one more thing," he said as he was about to leave, "I understand you work in an office?"

"Erm..yes, yes."

"Then I'm sure you wear stockings and suspenders," he said with a wink.

She knew what he meant as she watched the dirty old boy walk away.

Instead of going back to Teds house old George went straight home. Ted had no idea where he lived and old George smiled to himself as he went on his way knowing that he would be having many more encounters with the gorgeous Mandy.

As friday night approached old Georges excitement just grew and grew, he hoped she would remember to wear stockings and a suspender belt as this was one of his many 'kinks'. He couldn't wait to see her again and enjoy her sexy young body some more.

Friday came and as the clock on the wall showed 7 o'clock George began to wonder if she was coming. 8 o'clock came and went as did 9 and 10. Frustrated and angry he went off to bed as he realised he wasn't going to be seeing her that night.

Unsure what to do over the weekend he decided he would have to show her he was serious and that if she didn't comply with his wishes the consequences would be far worse. His anger was brought on mainly by his sexual frustration, he was desperate to have her again and again, there was no way he was going to let her go.

He obviously didn't want to send copies of the tape to her friends or family as this would mean playing his trump card and would leave him with nothing to blackmail her with. After giving it some thought he decided to involve her neighbour Ted again. He had told her that Ted hadn't got a copy of the tape and so had no hold over her, but as she wasn't playing fair that would have to change.

He didn't want to actually give Ted a copy as he couldn't risk him being stupid by maybe giving anyone else a copy or, more importantly, letting any of Mandys friends or family see it. If that happened it would all be over, and so the idea was to let her believe that he has a copy.

First thing monday George went over to Teds armed with a note and a copy of the tape shoved into an envelope.

"What happened to you the other day?" asked Ted as he invited him in.

"Oh sorry, just got nervous and went straight home....sorry," replied George.

"Thought maybe I had seen the last of you."

"No no of course not," George said with a nervous laugh realising that Ted had no idea that he hadn't intended seeing him again at all, "look I'm not stopping I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to tell her that you have a copy of the tape too, that way you can play with her all you want without me having to be here."

"Ok......thanks, that's great....but erm...can I not have a copy anyway, you know for my own pleasure..." asked Ted unable to see why not.

"Sorry but I would rather keep it for myself, if you don't mind, but trust me she will think you have a copy." answered George.

Oh...ok then, as long as she thinks I have a copy then thats all that matters.....thanks," replied Ted as the thoughts of how much fun he was going to have with the hot little minx began to race through his mind.

"Don't mention it," said George, "I'll get her to come and see you tomorrow morning first thing, she'll be all yours."

"Oh fuck yeah, fantastic, I can't thank you enough." Ted's excitement was clear to see as he grabbed Georges hand with both of his and gave it an over enthusiastic shake.

"Right, I'll sort it, just leave it with me and I'll see you soon maybe.....ok?"

"Ok ok...sure you don't want to stop a while?"

"No...really I'm sorry, things to do."

"Oh...ok.....oh just one thing."

"What?"

"Tell her to come dressed for college will you?"

George just nodded with a knowing smile on his face as he turned and left. Ted closed the door and just stood there for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. That two minute conversation was going to make such a huge difference to his life, he was going to have one of the sexiest girls he had ever known at his mercy and there was going to be nothing she could do about it.

When Mandy got home from work that day she found the envelope from George waiting for her on the doormat. On opening it she saw the video tape inside together with the note. She didn't have to play the tape as she knew what was on it already, her heart sank as she began to read the note. It said......

"The tape is just a reminder in case you've forgotten me. I told you to come and see me on friday and you disobeyed. As a result Ted now has a copy. I WILL see you this friday or more copies will be distributed next week. George. P.S. Call in sick tomorrow as Ted is expecting you first thing in your college uniform."

She felt sick to her stomach, she knew she should have gone to see him on friday and now she had only made things worse for herself. What could she do? the fat old man next door was a disgusting lecherous old pervert, she had suffered his leering at her and his filthy comments for months. She had hoped that the other day had been a one off and that would be it...... What a mess she was in.

The following morning Ted awoke with his usual early morning erection causing a tent under the sheets. "You're in for a treat today old fella," he said as he looked down at it with a broad smile across his face. Although extremely desperate for some relief he wanted to wait and save all his spunk for the gorgeous Mandy, the thought of her had his balls so full of the stuff they were fit to burst.

He got himself out of bed and, wearing nothing but an old dark blue dressing gown, began walking aimlessly around the house waiting for her to call, every few minutes checking out the window to see if she was coming.

"Come on come on..." he muttered as he kept looking at the clock praying that she was going to come, all the while trying to control his frustrated excitement. The thought of having her in his house all to himself was the stuff of his wildest fantasies.

At just after 8am there was a gentle tap on his back door. Stunned for a second he couldn't believe that she had come, it tapped again and quickly he went through the kitchen to open it.

As soon as it opened she darted inside before he could even speak, obviously not wanting anyone to see her.

There she was, standing in his kitchen in her full college uniform looking just as he had seen her countless times before. He found it hard to pull his eyes from her great big tits trying to burst their way out of her crisp white blouse. Together with her blazer, her little short skirt and knitted white stockings she looked like a dream. 20 years old and so ripe, Ted felt sure that his cock might just explode there and then.

She looked at the fat sweaty 61 year old and wondered what the hell she was doing. She knew very well that things could only get worse if she didn't do as she was asked but the look in his hungry bulging eyes was filling her with dread. His dressing gown only just reached around his middle, such was the size of his pot belly, his balding head was covered in beads of sweat making his excitement obvious for all to see.

"Look at you.....oh God just look at you," he said almost in a trance as he stared at her standing there. "My my... that blouse looks tight," he continued as he looked at the straining buttons holding back her huge tits. "They seem to be getting bigger.......are they?"

"What?" she asked as she realised he was asking her a question.

"Your tits," he said as he pointed at them, "are they getting bigger?"

"Erm...no, no they're not," she answered somewhat embarrassed. The truth was different however, over the past few months she had grown from a 34EE to a 34F.

A smile came across his face as he sensed she was not being completely straight with him. "Ok...if you say so, come on through," he said as he led the way into his living room, "don't be shy."

He sat himself down on the edge of the sofa with his knees parted and took a good long look at her, she stood several feet away from him in an attempt to stay out of his reach.

"Oh yes....." he began as his eyes wandered all over her body, not once looking at her face. "What a fuckin' incredible body you've got, have you any idea how many times I have had to look at you dressed like this? You've been driving me insane for months...... I have never in my life met anyone who turns me on as much as you fuckin' do."

She stood frozen in silence as he continued. "God you're just so fuckin' gorgeous, come over here." His eyes carried on looking her over as he licked his lips and gestured for her to come closer.

She could see how desperate he was for her, obviously an ugly fat old man like him doesn't get chances like this too often and she knew he was going to make the most of it........just like old George.

"Please don't," she pleaded in vain, "please."

"Closer sweetheart," he said in a soft voice, "come and stand here," he said pointing to the floor between his feet.

"I....I can't...please don't make me...please."

He was getting more and more excited as he ignored her plea, the way she was dressed, her incredible body and her oh so beautiful face made her his ultimate fantasy, he desperately wanted to savour every second of this.

She realised as she looked at the dirty fat old pervert there was no choice but to do as he said, and so, reluctantly, she slowly stepped closer until she was standing between his parted knees.

His face was getting red and his breathing grew louder and louder as he put his fat sweaty hands on her bare thighs between her skirt and the tops of her stockings.

She could feel his hot breath as he placed a gentle kiss on her leg just where it emerged from under her skirt.

"Oh yes, yes, so lovely, so very lovely," he whispered as his hands slowly began moving up under her skirt. With each kiss of her leg he went upwards inch by inch, his hands moving her skirt gradually higher and higher.

His cock was crying out for relief but he wanted to make it last as long as possible, her skin felt as smooth as silk as his hands went further and further until he had raised her skirt enough to see her white panties.

"Oh beautiful," he whispered as he saw them come into view, "oh God how beautiful." He filled his nostrils with her scent before leaning his head forward and gently running his tongue along her panty covered pussy, "mmmmmmm ooh fuck yes," he moaned as he did it again and again, taking his time relishing the whole experience.

She couldn't look at him as she felt disgusted, she wanted to turn and run but something was making her stay. Was it the fact that he had a copy of this video that he could blackmail her with, or was it something more, something she didn't want to admit to herself.....did she enjoy being a plaything to these dirty old men?

She had to resist these feelings, she couldn't let anyone think that she was turned on by all this, especially not Ted...or George. After all she was a girl with looks that would allow her to have any guy in the world she wanted......any handsome young guy, no way would a girl like her ever choose these filthy old men.....would she?

He moved one hand around behind her and onto her ass, it felt so meaty and firm as he gave it a much deserved squeeze. "God that ass feels good, mmmmm oh yes so fuckin' tight," he murmered as his other hand moved between her legs at the very top of her thigh.

He looked up at her only to find he couldn't see her face as his line of sight was blocked by her massive tits just above his head. He leaned back slightly and saw she had her eyes closed and was chewing on her bottom lip. This made him smile to himself as he knew she was starting to enjoy it all.

She realised he was looking up at her and one more time pleaded, "please don't do this...please, I don't want this I'm begging you one more time...please."

"Yes you do you little tease," he said quietly, "you know you do."

She probably did but didn't want him to know that, or even admit it to herself, "please don't....please...."

He looked back at her pussy concealed inside the lovely white lace panties and stretched his fingers up the inside of her thigh until they were pushing the material against her now moist slit. He worked them inside the crotch of her panties and felt the warm wetness of her juicy cunt lips against his fingertips. His excitement was reaching fever pitch as he teased her a little for a few moments making her wetter and wetter. Then slowly he began pushing two fingers between the soaking lips amazed at just how wet she was inside, further and further into her they went until he was up inside her as far as he could. This caused her to draw a huge intake of breath as the sensation sent a shudder through her body.

He slipped the two fingers out and saw how they were covered in her juices before he plunged them up into her again.

She let out a moan,"mmmmmmmmm...oooooh...oooh." It was clear that she was now getting right into it and so Ted started thrusting his fingers in and out of her faster and faster, loving the sight of her getting so turned on. His hand was now almost a blur as he finger fucked her as fast as he could. The juices just poured from her all over his hand as the squelching sound from her cunt echoed around the room.

She was now getting completely lost in it all as she placed a hand on his shoulder to support herself before her legs gave way beneath her.

He began to slow down, wiggling his fingers around inside her as he got slower and slower. Eventually he stopped and slipped his fingers out, as he did her juices poured from inside her and down her leg.

"What a lovely wet cunt....ooh you dirty dirty girl," he said as he looked at her beautiful wet pink pussy lips.

He had held himself back long enough, now his cock was in desperate need for satisfaction and he couldn't mess about a moment longer. He dragged her panties down to the floor and she stepped out of them. Before throwing them to one side he couldn't help but bring them up to his nose for a quick sniff.

He slumped back into the sofa and threw his dressing gown open revealing his horrible pot belly and of course his painfully hard cock. He grabbed her by one arm and dragged her on top of him, she had no choice but to kneel on the edge of the sofa astride the wheezing bloated old man causing her short grey skirt to stretch tight across the tops of her strong young thighs. He hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled it up to her waist then reached behind her, grabbed her firm ass with both hands and lifted her onto his desperately hard cock.

"Oh God yes!!!" he cried as at last the self induced *** was at last over. She was so wet that she easily slipped all the way down its full length, her hot wet tunnel seemed to grip his cock tightly all around.

As she sank down onto it he felt the tip of his cock push against her womb. He was in heaven as he looked at her still fully clothed in her uniform sitting on his cock. As she sat there she couldn't resist grinding her cunt hard down onto him. Without hesitation he grabbed her tits and began mauling them through her blouse constantly muttering to himself.

"Ooooh yes yes, oh lovely tits...ooh lovely beautiful big tits...fuckin' hell."

His red was boiling and his heart was pounding like a drum against his chest as his excited desperation took over. He ripped her blouse wide open and after a pause to admire her lovely white lace bra he went to rip it off.

"No no!" she cried wanting to save the expensive garment from being ruined, "let me."

He stopped in his tracks and watched as she undid the front clasp and brushed it aside to reveal her wonderous huge tits, her nipples pointing at him like bullets.

"Shit yes!" he cried as he squeezed them tight with both hands. He continued his constant muttering, "oh I love your fuckin' tits, so big, oh yes they're so fuckin' lovely and big." He opened his mouth wide and pushed his sweaty red face into them and began sucking on one of her swollen nipples, all the while bucking into her harder and faster.

She was of course now so turned on herself that there was no turning back. This horrible fat old pig of a man was driving her mad and she started jumping up and down on his cock wanting more and more.

"Come on you dirty fat bastard fuck me with that cock...come on...come on!!!" Her sudden cries sent him over the edge as all the spunk he had been holding back could be held no longer. Releasing her tits from his grip and grabbing her head tightly with both hands he pulled her face to his and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth.

At that moment his spunk was finally released, it surged up his cock with such incredible power and errupted like a volcano as it exploded into her over and over. He released her face and just stared at her huge firm tits as they bounced around violently in front of him. He took them again in his hands and pushed them against her chest as he squeezed them as hard as he could.

"YES..OH FUCK YES!!!" he cried out as he pumped more and more of the hot sticky stuff deep into her tender wet cunt. He had built up so much that he thought he would never stop, he had never experienced anything like it before.

Eventually the torrent subsided and he emptied his final drops into her. As he slowed he looked into her face properly for the first time, her skin was so soft and smooth, her lips full and pouting, he could have drowned in her beautiful brown eyes. "God you're so beautiful," he said in an almost tender and loving way.

When she looked at him however all she saw was the bloated red face of a dirty old man, a candidate for a heart attack if ever she saw one. His glasses looked painful as the frame dug deep into the sides of his head, his eyes bulged from their sockets and his mouth seemed to drool constantly.

As she climbed off she saw his cock was still semi hard as it lay against his belly. She had just had an incredible orgasm and, feeling satisfied, wanted to leave.

He had other ideas however and told her to sit down next to him. As she did he instantly pulled her in close and started kissing her roughly on the mouth, his tongue diving in deep as he kissed her harder and harder his body shaking with passion. She was just such a turn on that he wanted more and more, he couldn't get enough of her.

Pulling his head away he looked down at her bare tits, groaned quietly and placed a sweaty hand over one and began groping and mauling it.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he said softly as he enjoyed feeling it all over. "I've wanked myself off dreaming of squeezing these things more times than you'll ever know."

The disgusting old pervert carried on doing this for several minutes, his cock growing harder by the second. She saw what was happening and knew there was more to come. Reluctantly she admitted to herself that she was enjoying it, just as she had done each time with old George.

She lifted her feet onto the sofa and curled up next to him. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it went down and wrapped around his now fully hard cock, causing him to let out a long sigh.

"Oooh thats nice," he whispered "oh wank it for me.....please."

With that her hand started moving up and down his thick veiney shaft, her touch was so soft and gentle as she felt up and down its length. He was in heaven as he continued feeling her tits with one hand while holding her close with the other.

"Oh that feels so goooood.....why not give it a little suck for me.....mmmmm?"

She looked into his eyes, "aaw no...do I have to?" she complained giving him a sorrowful look.

"Yes you do," he whispered, "go on.....just for a few minutes......please."

He watched as she lowered her head towards it, he released her tits and placed a hand on her firm round ass cheek as it raised off the sofa as she leaned across. His other hand rested on the back of her head and he applied a little pressure to move her lower. Then he felt it, it was an amazing feeling, her sweet lips gently brushed the tip of his aching cock. She teased it more and more with just tender kisses and the odd lick of her tongue.

"Oh please...please suck it...please..." he begged her pushing her head down harder.

As she sucked it into her lovely mouth the sensation was out of this world."Fuckin' hell!!!" he called out, "oh God thats fuckin' wonderful."

As she sucked harder on his cock her round ass cheek jiggled with each movement she made. He began kneeding the flesh with his fingers working his way further towards her cunt. Just as he ran a finger along her wet slit he knew he couldn't help himself and was already about to come again. He held her head down hard as he bucked into her mouth, there was no way he could release her as the excitement took over, he pumped her face faster and faster.

He looked along her body to where his fingers were now penetrating her cunt. The cheek of her ass looked fantastic as it jiggled and wobred with every thrust he made. Looking back down the sight of his cock deep in her mouth was too much and he felt his balls tighten. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth as he lost all control and his cock exploded into her mouth. He held her head down tightly ignoring her muffled protest as he pumped load after load of his foul sticky spunk deep into her throat. The sensation was so intense, far better than in his wildest fantasies as his pace slowed and he emptied the final drops into her before slumping back in a heap completely exhausted.

She pulled herself away and gave him an annoyed look as she got to her feet and went for a take of water to wash the disgusting taste out of her mouth. When she came back into the room she noticed him looking at her. He was covered in sweat and looked as if he was completely spent.

As she started to straighten her clothing he seemed to jolt back into life. "Take them off."

"What?"

"Your clothes, take them all off...everything."

"B..but I thought that we had...."

"Now!" he barked, cutting in as she tried to speak.

She had to do as she was told and so slowly took everything off, she glanced over at him as she did, only to see him playing with his fast hardening cock muttering away to himself, "yes yes oooh yes, go on mmmmmm."

Soon she had removed all of her clothing, this was the first time that he had seen her completely naked, he wasn't disappointed.

"Fuckin' hell," he whispered as he admired the perfection of her body. Her skin was so smooth and completely flawless, tanned all over to a rich golden colour. He noticed how narrow her waist was compared to two things. Firstly the outward flow of her shapely hips, and also, more importantly, her large firm tits that seemed to eclipse most of her torso.

"On the floor," he ordered.

As she lay down she knew how excited he was and so decided she should have some fun herself and maybe tease the dirty old pervert a bit.

She lay on her back on the floor with her knees apart in the air. He was looking straight at her open wet cunt as she ran her hand down her body and through her fine blonde pubic hair. Her other hand drew one of her huge tits up to her mouth and she began sucking on it. As she slipped a finger into her cunt she let out a moan, "look at how wet I am," she said in a teasing girly way, "you've made me so wet...you dirty old bugger."

His erection grew stronger and harder as he couldn't believe what she was doing. She closed her eyes and started rotating her hips as her fingers went deeper into her, she looked so tempting....so inviting."

"Oh God!!!" he cried as he could watch no more. He lifted himself from the sofa and dropped to his knees between her parted legs. She opened her eyes and saw him there staring at her playing with herself hoping he was going to give her the fuck of her life.

She drew her fingers from her cunt and brought them to her mouth. Teasingly she parted her lips and licked them with her tongue before putting them into her mouth and sucking her juices off.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she released her tit and moved both hands down to her cunt. She placed her fingers either side of it and pulled it upwards and apart displaying her pink fleshy clit. It was soaking wet.

That was it, "Fuckin' hell!!!" he cried as he fell on top of her, his cock finding its own way straight up her cunt. It went all the way in as far as it could as he instantly began fucking her, hard and fast he pounded away at her with incredible power.

This was what she needed as his cock thumped and pounded into her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the floor as he buried his face in her neck kissing and licking her like a rampant dog. She tried to push him off as she 'played' the reluctant victim, "no no you dirty bastard no," she cried out pretending to protest but deep down loving the rough treatment.

She thrashed her head from side to side as he continued fucking her, he knew she was only playing but this kind of roll play was an incredible turn on for him.

"Ooh take it you cock teasing little bitch," he went on as he held her down tighter, ramming his dirty fat cock into her faster and faster, his mouth now slobbering and sucking her tits all over.

"NO NO NO!!!" She cried as she struggled beneath him.

He couldn't get enough of her huge firm tits and sucked and chewed on them more and more groaning and moaning as he rubbed his face all over them.

Every thrust of his cock into her now drenched cunt was sending her crazy as she continued to 'try' and fight him off. The dirty fat pig was just using her lovely young body for his own disgusting pleasure but she was loving every second of it.

She lifted her legs in the air and wrapped them around his huge sweaty back. "Oh you dirty bastard, fuck me harder come on harder, harder," she cried, suddenly forgetting all about their little roll play and simply needing to be fucked harder than she had ever been before.

Suddenly she let out a huge cry, "AAAAAAAHHH!!! YES YES!!!" as the most intense orgasm came from out of the blue and washed right over her, "FUCK MEEEEE...FUCK MEEEEEE!!!" she cried as another one followed instantly, "AAAAAAAARGH!!!"

He carried on pounding as he grunted into her ear, "you love it.......I knew you were a dirty slut." He moved his face across hers and locked his mouth over hers pushing his tongue in deep to the back of her throat, "mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm," he went as he sucked on her face, slobbering like an natural.

Pulling his head away he shouted out, "SHIT I'M COMING!!! SHIT SHIT!!!" Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her grabbed it in his hand and started wanking furiously. He cried out, "AAAAARGH!!!" as ropes of spunk shot out flying all across her body landing on her tits her neck her face, so much of it she thought it would never end as she watched.

As he slowed a smile came across his red face, "Oh yes....mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm." He looked down at her, naked and covered in his spunk. He squeezed the final drops from his cock allowing them to drip onto her ravaged cunt.

As he finished he sat back on his heels puffing and panting heavily for a minute or two before he turned and climbed back onto the sofa.

She just smiled at the pathetic exhausted old boy as he sat there. "Aaaw is that it? I could go again," she said teasingly as she got to her feet and leant over him dangling her tits in front of his face.

Completely exhausted he lifted a hand and gave one a squeeze. She pulled away and said, "what a shame....maybe next time...eh?"

He was exhausted but managed to utter a few words, "I have a friend...that I would like you to go and visit....he would so appreciate it."

"What?....who?"

"Just an old pal....it would mean a lot to him to get a visit from a beautiful young lady."

"No...sorry I don't think so," she answered firmly.

"I don't think you have any choice.....do you?"

She thought for a moment and knew that of course she hadn't any choice at all.

"Who is it?"

"Just a friend, he's not been well for a long time, just go and see him and cheer him up a little. Here I'll write his details down for you, maybe you would like to call on him tomorrow."

With that he took a scrap of paper and a pencil from the table beside the sofa and scribred something down. He reached out and pressed it into her palm as he said quite firmly, "don't let me down."

She knew what he meant. "O...ok, I'll go and see him, just to visit, nothing else....."

Unable to speak he just smiled as his eyelids grew heavy and started to close, she felt both nervous and excited, who was this man he wanted her to go and see?

Within a minute he was snoring away sound arelax. She got to her feet and very quietly dressed herself as best as she could with a torn open blouse. She looked back at her dirty fat old neighbour and, knowing how much he must have enjoyed the experience, had a little smile to herself.

"God these old boys can teach the younger guys a thing or two," she thought to herself.

Feeling completely satisfied she took this as her time to leave and let herself out through the back door. She ran around the back to avoid being seen holding her blouse closed with her hand as she went.

She was in for a busy week.......oh well what is a girl to do!

Back at home after her morning with Ted, Mandy put the piece of paper he gave her on her dressing table, undressed and took a much needed shower.

The 20 year old still felt confused by her enjoyment of these encounters, she knew it was wrong and as always after the event she was a little disgusted and embarrassed by what she had done.

She was ok however as long as it remained a secret, she couldn't stand the thought of anyone finding out. If they did it would just be terrible, she would never be able to live down the offense. Her only consolation was the fact that she could tell herself that she was being blackmailed...powerd to do these things. Although deep down she knew the truth was not quite so straight forward. She had always been a bit of a tease and seeing the state her mere presence got these old boys into was quite a turn on...she really couldn't help herself.

She carried on with her shower and began thinking how this was all starting to get out of hand, she had to somehow get these video tapes from these old men. This could go on for ever and despite her reluctant enjoyment of it all she knew she couldn't allow that to happen. So for now it would have to continue but she would soon have to start thinking of a way of bringing it all to an end.

As she stepped from the shower and dried herself she took the folded piece of paper and opened it out to read. There was simply a name and address on it and nothing else. She knew the address to be a nursing home for the sick and elderly not too far away, she couldn't help but wonder who it was.

Over the next hour or so she kept returning to the piece of paper and looking at it getting more and more intrigued wondering what she should do, until eventually her curiosity got the better of her.

She knew she had to go anyway and so decided not to wait until tomorrow as Ted had instructed, but take some control herself and go today instead. After all she could just go to see and if she wasn't happy with anything she could just leave and then deal with the consequences after.

She dressed herself, and while pulling her blonde hair back into a pony tail she admired herself in the mirror.

She had chosen to wear a nice short red tartan wrap around skirt that fitted snug around her shapely ass. She had on her white knitted thigh high stockings that always went well with it showing the usual few inches of bare tanned thigh between stocking top and skirt. On top she wore a tight red lambswool sweater that clung to her body like a second skin, showing off the size and shape of her tits to perfection.

Pleased with the way she looked she set off to pay a visit to this stranger confident that he would be pleasantly surprised...whoever he was.

She arrived at the old folks home and went in only to be greeted by a nurse.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Erm...yes, yes I'm looking for this man," she replied handing the piece of paper over.

The nurse looked at the piece of paper with a puzzled look on her face, then looked Mandy up and down. "You want to see Bernard?"

"Yes please...if you don't mind?"

"Are you a relative?"

"Erm yes...yes I am."

"Well you're the first relative I think we've ever seen, he usually just has his friend to visit, nobody else."

Mandy realised the nurse was suspicious and so tried to explain that he was a distant relative and she had just tracked him down and would like to meet him.

"You know what he can be like do you?"

"Like?...what do you mean?"

"Well, lets just say he likes the ladies...the female nurses refuse to look after him, it's left to the male staff to do. I mean he may be bed-ridden but those hands of his are prone to wandering...if you know what I mean."

Mandy began to grow a little nervous, what had she let herself in for, she couldn't turn back now it would look too suspicious.

"Oh, don't worry I'll be fine...I just want to have a quick chat with him that's all."

"Well ok, if your sure," the nurse replied as she looked up and down the lovely young girl before her. She looked so out of place, "he's going to love you," she muttered under her breathe before directing her to a room at the end of a long corridor.

"Just knock and let yourself in," said the nurse, "don't worry he can't get out of bed."

She noted the slightly worried look on Mandys face, "go on he doesn't bite...just keep beyond the reach of those wandering hands though...ok?"

"O...oh ok, yeah don't worry I'll be fine," she replied.

As the nurse left Mandy was stood wondering what was the other side of the door, she had the strong urge to turn and leave, she knew that would be the smart thing to do. But she had come this far so she knew she had to go in, after all Ted had told her to 'visit' this man, so that was what she had to do.

She gave a gentle tap on the door as she opened it slowly and went in. All there was inside was a couple of old chairs, a bedside table, a wardrobe an old television set and, of course, a bed.

She heard a cough that made her jump, it came from the direction of the bed. She thought at first it was empty, but as she approached it she saw there was an old man in it...a very old man.

"Hello," she called out nervously.

"Who's that?" came the response.

"I...I'm a friend of Teds, he asked me to come and visit you for a while...i...is that ok?"

"A friend of Teds?" he asked as he tried with great effort to pull himself up the bed a little to see who it was, "what is it you want?"

"O...oh Ted asked if I would drop in to visit you, and erm as I was passing I said I would...i...if that's ok?"

Her nerves subsided as she saw how old and pathetic the man was, he was obviously very weak and certainly not the monster the nurse had led her to believe.

Bernard was a friend of Teds from a time when they worked together many many years ago. They soon learned that they shared a common interest...women! An interest that often got them into trouble as they would constantly harass the girls where they worked. Back in those days sexual harasment of female staff was accepted more as part of the every day life at work but these two used to go too far. A quick pat on the bum was one thing but cornering the junior secretaries in the stationary cupboard and trying to feel them up was a whole different matter.

In the decades that have passed since that time the two of them had remained good friends and still to this day shared their common obsessive interest in the opposite sex.

Bernard was much older than Ted, now in his 84th year and in poor health it had been a few years since he had been able to leave his room. The only contact he had was Ted, and of course the male nurses that took care of him. Since the female staff refused to go into his room the only women he ever saw were on tv, and so this visitor was a very pleasant surprise.

He put his arm out and fumred around on the bedside table for his glasses to get a good look at her.

"Come closer come closer!" he asked abruptly.

As Mandy stepped closer her heart went out to him as she saw how white and drawn his face was. He had no hair on his head, all he had was a few patches of grey stubble around his chin and the usual old mans hair growing from inside his ears and nose.

He seemed to breathe with some difficulty through his constantly open mouth, which didn't have a single tooth left in it. A truly pathetic frail sad old man, who was obviously reaching the end of his days. She saw him as no threat whatsoever and so thankfully this was not going to be what she expected. There was no way at his age and in his condition he was going to have any sexual interest in her, he was so obviously past all that. In fact she just felt so sorry for the helpless looking old man.

How wrong could she be...looks can be deceiving and although Bernard was weak and helpless he still had one part of his anatomy that worked as well as ever. In fact if anything his cock was over active and his constant frustration was sometimes unbearable, hence the incidents with the female nurses.

He sensed her naive innocence as he told her to fetch a chair from the corner to sit on. As she went to get it he couldn't help but watch the sexy movement of her lovely cheeky young ass under that short skirt. She bent slightly to pick it up, as she did he hoped he might get a glimpse of her panties.

"Bugger!" he thought to himself as she straightened herself up before he could see anything.

As she turned and walked back with the chair she saw him watching her and gave him a kind smile blissfully unaware of his thoughts. She had no idea that he was marvelling at the size of her tits as they jiggled and bounced around.

She sat herself down and crossed one leg over the other giving him a great view along the length of her outer thigh all the way to where her ass met the seat.

His face seemed to light up as his eyes drank in her beauty, this was the first female he had seen in a very long time, and what a gorgeous young thing she was. She had no idea that under his bed covers his frustrated old cock was hardening as they spoke.

She introduced herself properly and they made small talk about the weather and what was happening in the world for a while. As Bernard began to tell her a little about himself he could see a kind look in her face and decided to play on her obvious sympathetic nature. He went on chatting for a few minutes until he got to the point where he was telling her how long he had been alone in that room and that the only time he would ever leave it would probably be in a wooden box.

It was working as her heart was breaking with sadness for him, "you poor old thing," she thought and just wanted to reach out and give him a huge hug.

He told her how Ted was the only visitor he'd had for years and how nice it was to see someone new. This made her feel a little emotional and she reached out and placed her hand on the back of his where it lay at his side.

"What about you?" he asked as he enjoyed the feel of her hand on his, "tell me about yourself."

As she told him a little about her life she thought how much happiness she was bringing to him as he seemed truly interested in what she had to say. The reality was rather different, his mind was interested, but not in what she was saying. She was just the sexiest thing he had seen since God knows when and he wanted desperately to feel those beautiful big tits and find what secrets were hidden under that short skirt of hers, she was driving him crazy.

He would have given everything he had, even his remaining time on this earth just to have her for a few minutes.

As they carried on talking it soon became obvious to Mandy that he had no idea who she was, she could only presume that Ted hadn't told him she was coming.

As the conversation began to dry up and the silent pauses became longer the only noise that could be heard was the wheeze of Bernards breath. So she thought maybe she should leave so he could get some rest.

"I guess I had better be going then," said Mandy as the silence became more awkward.

"Oh no...no please don't, not yet...please," he pleaded as she got to her feet.

"Oh...erm," she said as she looked at her watch, "well...ok then, maybe I can stay a little while longer."

As she was on her feet she took a slow walk over to the window commenting on the fact that at least he had a fairly nice view.

"Yes it is," he said, only the view he was referring to was the one of her rear end in that sexy little skirt. As she looked out she rested her hands on the chest of drawers that stood in front of the window and leaned forward slightly. Old Bernard watched the back of her skirt rise with excitement as she leaned further and further forward.

"You can see for miles," she said as she admired the view.

"Yes...yes you can..." replied Bernard desperately praying that she would lean further.

She straightened herself back up which was a great disappointment to the old man...but only for a moment. She folded her arms and then leaned across the chest again, only this time resting on her elbows causing her ass to stick up in the air and her skirt to rise much higher instantly giving him what he had been waiting for...a clear view of her white cotton panties stretched tightly across her beautiful ass cheeks.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what an incredible sight. How he wished he was younger and fit enough to get out of his bed, go up behind her, grab her by the waist, and ram his cock straight up her tight young cunt.

After a few moments she stood up straight and came back across to him, arms still folded under her massive tits. She was still unaware of his thoughts, his cock was now rock hard and desperately in need of some attention.

"Could you bring me another pillow?" he asked in a frail voice, "they're in the wardrobe."

"Sure," she said as she went to the wardrobe and took one out.

"I...if you could just slip it under my head, I'm getting a stiff neck you see."

Forgetting what the nurse had said she went and stood next to him with the pillow in her hand. Seeing him struggle to lift his head up she put her free hand behind it to assist. As she did this she tried to slip the pillow in behind him which was not as easy as she thought, in fact it was rather awkward to do.

That's when she felt something, it was his hand behind her and resting on her waist for support. This wasn't a problem for her until she felt him move it down and onto her ass.

"The dirty old sod!" she thought, unable to move without dropping his head and maybe hurting the frail old boy. She decided to put up with it as she struggled to get the extra pillow under his head.

Her tits were bouncing right in front of his face as she wrestled the pillow into place. She looked down and saw him gawping at them with his toothless old mouth wide open. Just then he lowered his hand from her ass and down the back of her thigh, her skin felt so smooth he truly couldn't help himself. She continued to wrestle the pillow into place when she felt his hand begin to move upwards and under the hem of her skirt. Just in time she finally got the pillow in place and quickly stepped away out of his reach.

"I'd prefer it if you kept your hands to yourself!" she snapped feeling somewhat disappointed with him, "I think I had better go, don't you?"

As she said that she saw a great sadness come across his face and his eyes appeared to well up with tears.

"I...I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me...please forgive me...please." The tears seemed genuine as they rolled down his cheeks from his sorrowful pleading eyes. "It's just been so long since I've been in the company of someone so beautiful...I'm so sorry...I don't blame you if you want to go."

He had guessed her weakness to be her kind and sympathetic nature and he was playing it for all he was worth.

She saw how upset he was and realised that she couldn't be so cruel, she felt so desperately sorry for him.

"Please don't cry...please, I'm not going anywhere, I'm sorry it was just a bit of a shock...it must be very hard for you, please don't upset yourself."

"Thankyou," he said as he began to calm down.

"It's ok really," she assured him, "lets just forget it happened...ok?"

"Ok."

She sat herself on the edge of the bed and patted the back of his bony old hand reassuringly. She noticed how his old fingers were bent out of shape and every vein in his hand was clear to see through his tissue thin white skin.

He sensed there was a chance that he could use her sympathy to his advantage and so started laying it on thick. He told her how ill he was and that he only had a short while to live, possibly just weeks. He went on to tell her how sad his life had been and he was even thinking of ending it all now rather than wait for the inevitable.

He knew he was getting somewhere when he noticed her eyes begin to water. "Don't say that," she told him, "there must be something worth living for."

"Not for a bed ridden old man like me there isn't," he replied sadly.

"There must be something."

"No...there's nothing, I can't see any point in going on sometimes."

"Please don't be sad, I don't like to see anyone sad," she pleaded with him, "there must be something that would help to make you feel better."

He looked longingly into her eyes. "Well there's always something, but when your old like me it's never going to happen."

"What is it?" she asked him, "please tell me."

"I can't," he said as he brought his trembling old hand over his eyes, appearing ashamed and embarrassed.

"Yes you can, tell me...please..."

"I don't know...you'll probably be horrified." he told her.

"Come on, just say it...I want to help."

"Well, I can't remember what it feels like to touch a woman. I...I don't have much time left and I know I am never going to feel the soft tenderness of a womans body again," replied the crafty scheming old boy.

He saw her pause to think for a moment and so he wiped a tear from his eye, just to really pull at her heart strings.

"I...I told you that you would be horrified," he said to her through his wheezing breath.

She felt so sorry for him and if this was what she had to do to make an old man happy in his final days then how could she be so selfish as to not grant his wish.

"You can touch me...i...if you like."

"Really?" he asked as his face seemed to light up at the thought.

"Of course," she said as she shuffled along the bed a little closer to him.

His open toothless mouth seemed to quiver and his hands tremred as he raised them from the bed towards her unable to believe what he had just heard her say.

"Are...are you sure?" he asked as his eyes went straight down to her tits.

"M...may I?" he asked politely as he held his hands up in front of them.

"What?" she replied.

"May I...you know...please?"

His entire body seemed to tremble as he waited for her response.

What choice did she have, "yes...yes of course."

The expression on his pathetic old face was a picture as he placed his hands against them and slowly began to sink his crooked bony old fingers into them amazed at how incredibly firm they felt. His eyes seemed to almost pop out of their sockets as he watched his hands feeling and squeezing this magnificent and beautiful pair of tits through the thin lambswool sweater.

She found it all a little creepy and couldn't watch turning her head to one side looking down at the floor. She knew it was the right thing to do giving this man a little pleasure in his final days and it wasn't going to hurt her or cost her anything, so why not.

He was in heaven as he massaged her huge firm breasts, squeezing them harder and harder. He wanted more and so he lowered his hands to her waist and began lifting her sweater upwards. As soon as she realised what he was doing she took hold of his hands and said, "no, I don't think that's a good idea."

Realising he couldn't push his luck too far he stopped, but instead simply slipped his hands under the front and onto her bare stomach. It was very toned and smooth, she obviously kept herself very fit. She took her hand away and looked back across at the floor, which to him was a sign that this was ok and so his hands crawled ever so gently upwards. Soon his finger tips felt the fine lace detail of the underside of her bra, and so, still receiving no objections, his hands wandered higher until he had both lace covered tits firmly in his grasp.

"Ooh thankyou," he whispered, "thankyou so much, this is just what I needed."

Suddenly she snapped back to the reality of what was happening and realised he was getting too excited. She took his arms and pulled his hands out from under her sweater. "I think we had better stop now," she said quite firmly.

However he had other ideas and with her still sat on the edge of the bed he rested his hands on top of her thighs and began sliding them up under her skirt.

"Now you're getting too carried away!" she said as she got to her feet and stepped back beyond his reach.

"Look what you've done to me," he said in reply as he lifted the bed covers and threw them over to one side exposing his huge erection thrusting up through the opening in his old pyjama trousers.

Mandy looked down and was stunned at what she saw, she didn't think he had it in him to get it up but there it was...and it was huge...incredibly huge!

"Please touch it for me...please!" he begged.

Not knowing what to do she said, "I...I think I'll go to the coffee machine I saw as I came in and, erm leave you to sort yourself out. I...erm I'll be back shortly." With that she turned and quickly left the room clearly embarrassed.

Now she was out of the room Bernard reached for the phone beside the bed and called Ted to find out who she was and what this was all about.

Meanwhile down the hall Mandy got herself a coffee and took a few minutes to compose herself. She knew she had been naive and foolish, after all inside that weak and frail exterior he was still a man, just like the rest of them. The one thing she couldn't stop thinking of however was the size of his cock, it was by far the biggest she had ever seen. It was truly awesome, it had to be almost a foot long and thicker than her forearm.

"Put these thoughts out of your mind," she told herself as she finished up her coffee and headed back to his room.

When she got back she saw he had a sinister smile on his face as he turned his head on the pillow towards her. "Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you away," he said taking short wheezing breaths, "It's just that in all the years I've been stuck in this bed I never dreamt that I would ever see a woman again, let alone one like you."

"I...I do understand and I want to help you, but You must behave," she told him.

He lifted his weak hand off the bed and beckoned her closer. As she approached she saw his covers were still off and his cock was still standing rigid. It didn't seem to fit with his feeble old body, it was just so huge she found it hard not to look she never knew they could be that big.

"C...could you cover yourself," she asked as she stood at the side of the bed.

"Well, I would but I have a problem, as you can see," he told her, "and Ted tells me that you're just the permister that can help me out."

She pulled her gaze away from his monster cock and looked straight at him shocked by what he had just said. "What?"

"I've just got off the phone to him and he says I'm just to tell you what I want and you'll do it...is that right?"

She thought for a moment horrified at the prospect of being at the mercy of this disgusting bed-ridden old man. He was far different to the other two, much older for a start and the idea that she may have to have sex with him was surely too much to ask. But what could she do? She couldn't risk making things worse for herself by not doing as she was told. The only consolation was that he was so old and weak that he wouldn't be able to power himself on her.

"Y...yes that's right," she said reluctantly.

"So if I asked you to show me those gorgeous fuckin' tits...you would!"

Without saying a word she took hold of the bottom of her sweater, paused a moment and then pulled it off over her head.

In an instant he was looking at her tits securely held in her lacey white bra. "Take it off," he said almost in a trance.

She reached behind herself, unhooked it and slipped it down her arms and dropped it on the floor.

"Fuckin' hell!!!" he said in a loud whisper, amazed at how such huge tits seemed to defy gravity, "what a incredible fuckin' tits!"

After a nervous pause she decided to get it over with and stepped up to the edge of the bed, placed a hand on the mattress to his far side and the other on the headboard for support. With her tits now just above his face she lowered herself towards him.

He watched excitedly as they came closer and closer until her nipples were brushing his mouth. Without hesitation he grabbed them in his hands opened his mouth wide and started sucking and chewing hard on them, his moans and groans showed his obvious excitement.

She reluctantly began to feel that all too familiar pleasure that she couldn't avoid as his toothless old mouth chewed on her swelling nipples and his creepy old hands mauled and groped at her flesh. Having no teeth meant there was no pain as he chewed harder and harder, in fact it felt strange, nicer, more enjoyable.

"My cock...please touch my cock!" he pleaded, his voice muffled by the mass of tit meat in his face.

She looked down at his smelly throbbing gigantic cock patterned by the blue veins that went up and down its length. Lifting her hand from his side and still supporting herself on the headboard she reached down and tried to wrap her fingers around it but it was too thick.

To her surprise as soon as she touched it and started to run her hand along its length he let out a groan spunk instantly flew from its tip. She held onto it and began pumping it for him causing ropes of the filthy stuff to fly everywhere over and over again. She was amazed she had never seen anyone come so quickly, he must have been so desperate.

As the torrent subsided she looked back at him, somewhat relieved to see he was still alive. "Mmmmmmm I needed that..." he whispered.

Thinking that must be it she let go of his cock and tried to straighten herself up, only to find he still had a firm grip on her tits and wasn't about to release them.

"As I said, I needed that...now I can really enjoy myself," he said in a sinister tone.

He took her hand and placed it back on his still hard cock. "That's it, be a good girl," he told her.

As her hand roamed over it she couldn't believe in his condition he would be able to continue. She had come to realise that she had this affect on men but this old boy could barely lift his head off the pillow and yet his cock was still hard and wanting more.

Her mind started to wander as she carried on playing with his cock, she still couldn't get over its size. It was incredibly impressive all gnarled with deep ridges all along it. She tried not to but couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like buried in her pussy, if indeed it would fit!

As she stood by the bed leaning across him with her tits in his face and his cock in her hand she felt his crooked boney old hand go up the front of her skirt and grab at her pussy. She seemed unable to stop what was happening as he began rubbing her cunt through her damp panties.

"Ooh lovely," he groaned, "what a lovely wet cunt, oooh your panties are soaked."

"No, no please don't," she protested looking down at him as he continued sucking and chewing hard on her tits while talking to her.

"Oh yes, yes I think you mean please DO!!!" he said to her and on the word "do" he thrust his bony frail old fingers past the edge of her panties and straight up into her juicy wet cunt.

"Oh yes!" he moaned as he felt around deep inside her lovely wet tunnel. "Oooh I'm going to be ready to come again in a minute," he said, "and this time we don't want to waste it...do we."

She couldn't speak as she wrestled with the mixture of feelings going around inside her head. That giant cock looked so good and the feel of his gums chewing hard on her nipples together with his fingers up her cunt was turning her on so much. But then look at him, he's so old and disgusting...what should she do!.

He pulled his fingers out and began to tug her panties downwards. "Come on come on, take them off!" he begged in desperation.

Without a moments thought she unhooked the wrap around skirt and threw it to the floor quickly followed by her panties.

He was stunned by her naked beauty, was this incredible looking girl really going to let him have his way?

He didn't have to wait long to find out as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his ailing old body. His cock was so big that she knew she had to go carefully. With her eyes closed, not wanting to have to look at him, she took the base in her hand and pointed it up in line with her cunt. Steadily she lowered herself until the head was starting to part her lips, it was by far the largest thing she had ever felt penetrate her.

Bernards excitement was beyond anything he had ever experienced as he felt her lovely juicy cunt squeeze itself over the tip of his desperate cock. He watched as she lowered herself two inches and raised herself one, then lowered two inches and raised one, carefully allowing her cunt to stretch around his monsterous tool. He just prayed that his old ticker would see him through to the end.

Eventually she was all the way down, "ooooh God that's amazing..." she couldn't help saying. Still with her eyes closed and lost in fantasy she starting to rotate her hips round and round. The walls of her cunt were stretched to the limit as his cock pushed its way into her far deeper than anything she had ever known before.

He knew he couldn't last long. Her cunt was so tight and wet as it constricted his cock, she was so young and beautiful and had the sexiest body he had ever seen in all his life. He needed to come...and soon. She was driving him crazy and things only got harder when she started playing with her tits, squashing them together with her hands, lifting them in turn to her mouth and sucking on her nipples. He knew his massive cock was having the desired affect.

Suddenly she fell forward, her hands landing either side of his head her blonde pony tail falling over her shoulder. She squashed her tits against his face and began rubbing them into him. This was the moment he had been waiting for as he locked his arms tightly around her waist and started ramming his cock in and out of her, the adreniline pumping through his body giving him more energy than he had felt for years.

She wailed and screamed as his monster cock pounded and pumped into her tight cunt, he slipped his hands down and grabbed her lovely meaty ass, sinking his fingers into the tight young flesh. With every upward thrust her juices covered his cock more and more, unable to escape past the tightness of her cunt walls gripping his cock.

Suddenly he could take no more and he let out a cry, "AAAAAAAAAAGH...AAAAAAAAAGH!!!" His spunk exploded into her, it kept on coming as he thrust into her over and over as hard as he could.

The feeling of what seemed like gallons of hot spunk being pumped into her by such a monster of a cock sent her over the edge into the biggest most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. "AAAAAAAAAAAA..YES, YES, YESSS!!! FUCKIN' HELL, YES, AAAAAAAARGH!!!"

As he kept pumping her full of his spunk her orgasm just continued on and on. "YES!!! OH YES!!! CHRIST WHAT A FUCKIN' COCK!!!!!" As she writhed and squirmed on top of him he was loving it, feeling and groping different parts of her body. He even managed to lock his toothless old mouth onto hers and powerd his dirty smelly old tongue in, twisting it around hers. She allowed him to lick and slobber in her mouth and even thrust her tongue back into his. He was in heaven as the final drops of spunk emptied from his tired old balls.

After a few moments she pulled her mouth away and sat herself upright. "Oooooooh fuckin' hell that was good," she said quietly.

He just smiled as he admired her firm beautifully developed young body as she sat there on his 84 year old cock.

Soon her orgasms had subsided and she had to hold herself still unable to move for a few moments until her tender cunt had calmed down. After a minute or two she lifted her shaking body off of his magnificent tool. As it came out it was as if someone had pulled out a cork, what seemed like gallons of fluid gushed from her cunt all over the bed. Unable to support herself she collapsed face down on the bed along side him.

After a few minutes she raised her self off the bed only to find him sound arelax with a smile on his face. Quietly she climbed off the bed and got herself dressed. "I can't go on like this," she thought to herself trying not to think of how much she had just enjoyed the orgasm of a lifetime. "I have to take control of this situation...it can't continue."

Once dressed she looked down at Bernard to check he was still breathing. He was, but as she checked she couldn't help but marvel at the size of his now limp cock as it lay across his stomach.

As she crept quietly out of the room she knew she still had her appointment with George on friday. She had to somehow get her hands on them tapes...but how?

The following morning Mandy lay in her bed going through the previous days events. She couldn't believe what she had done, she felt the usual mixture of embarrassment and disgust, but this time she also felt physically sick at the thought of the state of old Bernard.

"You stupid idiot," the beautiful young 20 year old thought to herself as the image of the bed ridden dirty old man went through her mind. "How could you? how could you?" she kept muttering to herself as she seemed unable to quite believe that she had let such a vile and disgusting old man get his own way with her.

She tried to console herself, at least it was only wednesday and she knew she didn't have to go to see George until friday, so maybe she should try to put it all out of her head until then.

Her folks had all left for work and so she got herself out of bed, had a nice long shower and applied her make-up ready for work. Her clean clothes were still out on the washing line and so she wrapped herself in her thick white full length dressing gown and went out to bring them in.

"Good morning sexy," came a voice that she knew only too well.

It was Ted standing the other side of the fence in his garden giving her a good look up and down. "Just checking you haven't forgotten what you're doing today."

"What? What do you mean?" she replied as she took her clothes from the line.

"You know, you're going to visit my friend today."

"Oh no," she told him, "I went yesterday."

"Well that was very kind of you but I told you to go today, so come on get yourself ready," he told her as he looked at his watch.

"No way......I.....I can't.....please."

"Oh yes you can," he replied sternly. "He was rather upset that you didn't say goodbye yesterday."

"B...but he fell arelax so I thought it best to just leave him."

"Well of course he fell arelax, he's a very old man. He was very disappointed to wake up and find you had gone.....he was enjoying himself so much," he said with a grin on his face.

She couldn't believe he was asking her to go back to see that ancient fossil of a man, just the thought of it made her feel sick, why was this happening to her? She knew she had to do as she was told but this was asking a hell of a lot.

"Come on then, I have to be off to work in 30 minutes," he said trying to speed her up.

Ted was semi retired now and had a part time job collecting the trolleys in the local supermarket car park. It was a crap job but he enjoyed it, mainly because there were more than a few gorgeous girls that worked there giving the old pervert much to fantasize about.

"Let me in," he told her, " I don't have much time and I want to choose what you're going to wear."

"W...what?"

"Come on, come on," he said as he began to walk around to the front of the house.

With that she went back inside and opened the front door. Within just a few seconds Ted was standing in her hallway. She couldn't even bring herself to look at him she was so disgusted by the fat smelly old pig of a man.

"Oh before I forget," he said, "I need you to give me Georges address."

"Why?" she asked.

"Never you mind, just write it down here for me," he ordered handing her a note pad from the hall table.

She had to do as he said even though she was worried why he might want it. As soon as she had written it down he snatched it back from her and stuffed it in his pocket.

He paused for a moment to look up and down her as she nervously held her gown tightly closed. His gaze fixed on her chest, "what do we have under here?" he enquired as he went to move the top of her dressing gown aside.

"Stop it!" she barked as she swatted his hand away.

The dirty old pervert just smiled, "ok ok, calm down," he told her, "luckily for you I'm a bit pushed for time." Lucky for her but unlucky for him as his cock was already starting to harden just from being in her presence.

He turned and walked straight through the house and into her bedroom. "Right let's find something for you to wear," he said as he opened her wardrobe and began searching through her clothes.

"No," she told him, "leave my things alone."

He simply ignored her as he carried on so she tried to plead with him again.

"N....no please don't make me go, I went yesterday......please...please."

He stopped and turned to her with an angry expression on his face and said, "that was your choice now I'm telling you you are going and that's the end of it.......don't forget I have a copy of that tape and I'd be quite happy to show it to a few people."

She looked down at the floor knowing full well that she couldn't refuse as he turned back to her wardrobe and carried on going through her things. She had a lot of clothes and old Ted was enjoying going through them seeing what there was.

"Well well, what do we have here?" he asked as he pulled an old carrier bag from the back.

"None of that stuff fits me anymore," she told him, "it's only some old school stuff."

He emptied the contents onto the floor, it was her old gym kit from her school days. His eyes lit up as he saw a short navy blue gym skirt with matching navy blue panties. He picked up the two garments, "oh yes," he whispered. The skirt was so tiny he knew instantly this was what she was going to have to wear. Also in the bag was a navy blue button front school cardigan, again a few sizes too small.

"That'll do," he said throwing the things at her, "get them on now."

"B....but I haven't worn these things for a couple of years, I...I doubt they'll fit," she tried to explain knowing full well how she would look if she wore them.

"Just put them on!" he barked as he left the room for her to get dressed, "oh and no bra under that cardigan!"

He had a plan to get over to Bernards before she did and set up the video camera that he had gone out and bought especially for this purpose. If George wasn't going to give him a copy of his tape then he would have to make one of his own just in case Mandy were to find out that he didn't really have one.

He was just about to leave when the bedroom door opened and she stepped out. He froze to the spot and stood there with his jaw almost on the floor. He knew he had no time to stay but he found it impossible to move.

"Fuck...in.....hell!" he proclaimed.

He didn't know what to do, he needed to go but there was no way he could leave her looking like that, she just looked so fucking incredible. The navy blue cardigan was so tight that the buttons were struggling to hold the front together, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin knitted fabric. When she would have bought it she was obviously not the magnificent 34F that she is now, the sleeves were the right length but the size of her tits stretched it so much around the body that the bottom was pulled up above her belly button.

That in itself was too much to resist, but the little navy gym skirt and matching panties made for the horniest sight he had ever seen. The skirt was so short that it could barely conceal the beautifully shaped ass that was underneath. Any slightest movement she made gave a flash of the tight panties.

He let go of the door handle that he was just about to open and started walking towards her. "Oh fuckin' hell, fuckin' hell, oh yes..." he muttered as he approached her. He felt his face flush with excitement and his cock fully harden almost instantly.

She could see the look of lust in his eyes and side stepped with her back to the wall to keep away from him.

"Y...you said you had to go...." she said nervously.

"I do, but m...maybe I could just have a quick feel first," he replied as he just stared at her body reaching his hands out towards her.

Unsure what to do she turned and tried to run but the dirty fat old pervert was too close and too strong and pinned her face first up against the wall.

She felt his hot smelly breath on the back of her neck as he kept muttering, "oh yes, oh yes," over and over. Unable to move she pleaded with him to let her go but his bulk had her pressed hard against the wall.

He was so turned on that he couldn't stop himself, he knew he hadn't got the time but she looked so amazing, he just had to release the lust that was building like a pressure cooker inside him.

He buried his sweaty red face into her lovely blonde hair, it smelled so fresh and clean everything about her was just so beautiful.

Unable to move she felt his hot sweaty hands wander down the sides of her body and onto her hips. He whispered excitedly into her ear as his hands roamed across her ass, "oh God look what you do to me, you get my cock so fuckin' hard."

He began to fumble around and she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down, she knew what was coming and knew she could do nothing to stop it.

He looked down her back at the way her ass stuck out under the tiny skirt showing off her panties. He took his smelly old cock out from his trousers oozing with pre-cum and pressed it against her panties between her gorgeous ass cheeks.

"Ooh you cock teaser, you drive me crazy you dirty little bitch," he puffed as he couldn't resist grinding his cock against her ass.

All the while she's trying to push herself away from the wall but this only served to heighten his excitement as it pushed her ass back against his cock even more.

As he slobbers and licks around her neck it makes her skin crawl, he reaches around her and cups her pussy in the palm of his hand. His breathing gets heavier and heavier on the back of her neck as he extends his middle finger and presses the crotch of her blue gym panties into the damp folds of her cunt.

Again she pleads, "no no please I don't want this.....please..." but the wetness he feels soaking through the crotch of her panties tells him a different story.

As he continues to hump his cock against her panty covered ass he knows he has no time to waste, the pre-cum is pouring from its tip and he can't hold out for much longer.

He puts his arms around her waist and lifts her in the air, carries her through to the dining room and pushes her up against the table, the edge digging into the front of her thighs. Her struggling makes no difference as he puts a hand in the middle of her back and pushes her face down over the table. With the other hand he tugged her panties to one side exposing her lovely sweetly scented young cunt.

As he looked down the sight of her bent over the table in her gym skirt was more incredible than words could describe, "ooh look at that, look at that," he said as he admired her ass. He couldn't take it any more and pushed his desperate cock against her wet slit and, without hesitation, drove the filthy smelly thing right into her as deep as it would go.

"OH FUCK YESSS...YESSSSSS!!!!!!" he cried out, "OH GOD YESSSSS!!!!!!"

No sooner was it in than he started thumping away into her, his heavy balls slamming against her with every thrust. He was already on the brink and knew it wasn't worth trying to make it last and so he just kept on going, harder and harder, faster and faster until in what was only a matter of seconds bucket loads of spunk exploded from his cock and pumped deep into her womb over and over again.

"OH YESSSS, YESSSSSSS, FUUUUCK!!!!" he cried as the immense satisfaction washed over him, "ooooh yes, yes, mmmmmm lovely, he muttered as the final drops were all too soon being pumped into her pulsating wet pussy.

With both hands on her ass cheeks he massaged them slowly as he brought himself back down to earth.

"Ooh God I needed that, mmmmmm," he groaned as his body relaxed.

After a few seconds he stepped back and his cock slithered out of her juicy hole. Feeling satisfied he zipped it back into his trousers, smacked her hard across the ass and laughing told her to go clean herself up and get over to Bernards right away.

Without another word he turned and left, leaving her slumped over the table. She straightened herself up and went to the bathroom to clean up feeling angry and used but also reluctantly rather turned on by the whole experience. She even considered having a quick play with herself before she left but that would mean admitting to herself that she had enjoyed what had just happened and she couldn't do that. So she just put on a long overcoat to hide what she was wearing and headed off for the care home as she had been told to.

Meanwhile Ted had got to Bernards room where, being a late riser, he was still sound arelax. He positioned the camera on top of the wardrobe and turned it on to record. He checked that Bernard was still arelax before creeping back out only to meet Mandy coming down the hall.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him somewhat puzzled.

"Oh I...erm I was going to let him know you were on your way but he's fast arelax so I thought I had better leave him for you to wake up," he replied.

"Oh...ok...erm maybe I should just leave him to relax then," she suggested in the faint hope that she might get a last minute reprieve.

"No, he wants to see you and I want you to wake him up in a special way."

"What special way, what do you mean?" she asked.

Ted took her coat by the collar pulled her close and said in a menacing tone, "I want him to wake up to find you sucking his cock, I know he would like that."

"W....what? p....please I...I don't,"

"Understand!" he said interrupting her.

She bowed her head in defeat before reluctantly saying, "I understand."

"Go on then," he said directing her to the door, "don't let me down, I will find out." At that he left for work, already over 20 minutes late.

She opened the door and quietly went in, it was quite dark with just a few rays of sunlight coming in between the gaps in the curtains. She approached the bed and shrugged her coat off letting it drop to the floor. As instructed she had on the tiny blue gym skirt and matching panties together with the undersized cardigan. She knew how sexy the outfit looked and seriously wondered if he would have a heart attack if he woke and saw her.

She noticed how loud his breathing was, he sounded so unhealthy and his chest crackled every time he exhaled. Nervously she lifted the covers off him and was surprised to see him completely naked, not a pretty sight, in fact he looked rather creepy. His frail old body looked terrible, every bone was clearly visible through his tissue thin white skin. This was the oldest man she had ever seen without any clothes on and the sight made her feel as if she might be sick.

As she stood against the edge of the bed she looked down at his monster cock laying across his skinny old leg. Even limp it was still much bigger than anything she had ever seen, it was simply huge.

She knew what she had to do and stood for a moment trying to prepare herself. The thought of putting this filthy old mans cock in her mouth filled her with disgust, but she had no choice other than to get on with it.

She bent over the bed and took the base of it in her hand lifting it from his leg. As her pretty young face got closer the smell of it was disgusting, much as you would expect an 84 year old mans cock to smell.

She closed her eyes tight as she nervously placed her sweet lips tenderly against it, the taste was as bad as the smell but she had no choice but to carry on. As she slowly sucked the purple head into her mouth she felt it instantly stiffen and grow. As it got harder and harder she placed her other hand around it too, even with both hands on it they only covered about half its length.

As she started to suck on it old Bernard let out a groan and chewed on his gums as a smile came across his face. She stopped for a moment and waited to see if he was waking up, then seeing he was still sound arelax she brushed her lovely blonde hair back from her face and bent back down to carry on sucking on his cock.

He thought he was just having one of his naughty dreams as he seemed to drift in and out of that state of not knowing if your arelax or awake. He knew he was feeling extremely horny, so much more than usual and the dream felt so real that his cock felt as if it was harder than it had ever been.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned as his hips started to automatically rise and fall over and over getting faster all the time.

Mandy struggled with both hands to hold his cock back from obligation her. It was so big now that her mouth was stretched wide over the end of it as she tried to accommodate its massive girth.

The sensation was so incredible that pretty soon Bernard started to wake. As he came around he was confused to find the feelings were still there, if anything more intense. Thats when he flickered his eyes open and looked down to see Mandy leaning over his bed sucking him off.

He let out a gasp as the realisation suddenly swept over him, what an incredible way to be woken up. His cock was so hard and to wake up to find it in such a beautiful girls mouth was better than any dream he had ever had.

She knew he was now awake and, just wanting it over with, chose to try and ignore the fact as he writhed in the bed trying to power his cock up deeper into her mouth.

As his eyes focused he saw what she was wearing. "Fuck me!" he exclaimed at seeing that the little skirt she wore didn't cover her ass at all giving him a beautiful view of her panties as she leaned over him.

He twisted himself in his bed and reached his crooked old hands out for her gorgeous ass. "I want it....please I want it," he begged her.

She knew what he meant and turned her ass towards him to enable him to touch it. "If I give him what he wants this will be over sooner rather than later," she thought.

Instead of grabbing her ass though he took hold of her leg and tried to lift it on the bed. Somewhat confused she released his cock from her mouth and stood up to ask him what he wanted her to do.

"Climb on the bed, come on," he told her, "please, I want to taste your lovely sweet cunt."

She now knew what he meant and knew she had to do as he asked. So she climbed onto the bed and over him until she was knelt either side of his head with her feet pressed against the headboard. He couldn't take his eyes off the crotch of her panties as she positioned herself on top of him.

Now in the "69" position she took his dirty old cock back into her mouth and set about sucking on it as hard as she could swirling her tongue around it.

The tiny gym skirt was useless as it merely framed the gorgeous ass that was just an inch or two from his face. He brushed his nose against the crotch of her navy blue panties and breathed the scent of her cunt in deeply.

"Oooooooh.....God, oooooh....God" he moaned. The smell drove him wild as he continued to sniff and lick at the now damp fabric stretched across her cunt. He raised his crooked old hands and ran them up and down her legs feeling the smoothness of her firm tanned thighs either side of his head.

He was overcome by a need stronger than anything he had ever felt as he hooked his bent old fingers under her panty crotch and pulled it aside exposing her lovely wet cunt. He admired it for a moment before pushing his face as hard as he could into it. His tongue drove deep inside as he licked and drank on her juices, all the while rubbing his face around all over it.

He grabbed at her ass cheeks and slipped two fingers from each hand into her now soaking cunt pulling it apart so he could see deep into her tunnel, his cock was unable to hold back any longer and he bucked his hips thrusting his cock to the back of her throat like a rampant dog.

She was getting out of control herself as she felt his bony old fingers against the walls of her cunt and his toothless old mouth chew on her clit sending her into orgasm. Suddenly she pushed her cunt back hard against his face and started grinding it around and around, her juices pouring from it all over him.
With the most gorgeous ass of the most gorgeous girl in the world sat on his face old Bernard let out a muffled cry as his cock went off like a shotgun into the back of her throat. The seemingly endless ropes of smelly hot spunk were pumped from his cock over and over, more than she could cope with as it ran from the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

Digging his fingers into her cunt and his thumbs hard into her ass cheeks he tried to pull her apart as he pushed as much of his face into her soaking wet cunt as possible. Still his dirty old cock was dumping the foul stuff into her mouth it seemed as if he had been saving it up for the entire 84 years of his life.

Soon however he began to slow and she had no choice but to take it from her mouth and squeeze out the final drops with her hand.

After a few minutes he was finally empty and she decided to climb off. As she did she looked at his face beaming with a huge satisfied smile all over it.

Her legs were a little shaky as she tried to stand up straight next to the bed and she had to put her hands out to lean on the edge of it.

He lay there looking her up and down, his attention had been so taken up by her ass in the little skirt and panty set that he had failed to notice just how incredibly huge her tits looked in the short tight cardigan she was wearing.

She noticed his cock harden up again as he seemed to just stare with his drooling toothless old mouth wide open at her tits.

"I'll just pull the curtains back," she said as she tried to ignore the look in his eyes.

He watched her intently as she walked around the bed to the window and threw the curtains open. The sunlight streaming in illuminated her beautifully, her hourgass figure seemed exaggerated by the undersized clothing she wore, almost cartoon-like.

"I thought girls like you only existed in magazines," he said to her.

She just answered with a nervous laugh unsure what she should do.

With great effort and some pain he dragged himself up against the headboard until he was sitting upright. She got him a few spare pillows and put them behind him to make it more comfortable. She stepped away as he let out a long sigh of relief at being sat up straight in his bed for the first time in ages.

"Now then gorgeous girl, let's see what you can do," he said.

"W...what do you mean?" she asked.

"Oh you know, give me a little show."

She knew exactly what he meant and so feeling rather embarrassed she slowly began to sway her hips in a sort of erotic dance style.

"That's it, that's it," he encouraged her.

After a minute or two she started getting into it much to the dirty old boys delight. She found him repulsive to look at and he gave her the creeps, but his cock however was a different story. It was standing bolt upright and kept twitching all the time, it was the most magnificent specimen she had ever seen.

The more she looked at it and the more she danced she couldn't help but start to get turned on. Still wet down below and feeling left unsatisfied from what had just happened she decided to throw herself into it completely.

She started touching herself, squeezing her tits together as she slowly unbuttoned her cardigan. She looked at him and licked her lips in a teasing way, then, leaving only the bottom button done up, she slowly pulled it open until her huge tits came into view, her huge erect nipples standing out like bullets.

"Oh God, yes, yes yes..." he muttered as he admired the way the huge firm mounds thrust out from her opened cardigan.

Seeing how turned on he was just made her worse as she began caressing them gently stroking her nipples with her finger tips. She could see his cock weeping pre-cum as he was trying to resist from touching it.

She slowly turned her back to him her ass swaying from side to side giving him repeated flashes of her panties under the little gym skirt. She reached down to touch her toes showing off her lovely rounded ass cheeks in all their glory.

He watched in a trance as she parted her legs and her hand appeared between them. She teased a finger under the edge of her panties and began slipping it inside her wet pussy letting out a long moan as she did so.

He couldn't just watch any longer he needed more he wanted her now, right now, his cock was screaming at him for satisfaction. "Come here, now," he shouted in desperation.

As instructed she straightened up and came to stand next to the bed right by him. He instantly reached out and took her by the waist pulling her closer causing her back to arch and her tits to thrust out even further.

"Oh fuck'" he said as he looked at the beautifully massive pair for a moment before pushing his face in sucking and slobbering all over them. His hands went down her back and he groped and squeezed her ass all over as he continued his assault on her tits.


She was now beyond the point of self control as she looked down at his swollen cock dribbling fluid from its tip. Pushing herself back out of his reach for a moment she pulled her panties off and threw them aside.

He moved across the bed and she climbed on laying down next to him. He wasted no time as he struggled to climb on top of her, she could see the frail old boy was having difficulty and so slipped an arm under him and helped him on. As he bagan crawling about over her she parted her legs and he fell into position between them. She could feel his cock nudge against the entrance of her cunt and so she hooked her hands under the back of her legs and lifted them high and wide until her knees were up by her shoulders.

Old Bernard was in love as he lay on top of her, he looked into her eyes and ran his creepy old hands through her lovely blonde hair. "Oh God you're beautiful," he whispered, and with that he drove his massive cock deep into her soaking wet cunt.

Mandy could barely catch her breath as the monsterous thing rammed into her stretching her cunt so much that she felt it could split her wide open. He withdrew slightly and rammed into her again, this time all the way until his balls slammed against her ass, deeper than she ever thought possible.

"OH GOD!!!!" she cried as she instantly felt the beginings of an orgasm building inside her.

The 84 year old had a sudden burst of energy such was his excitement. He locked his mouth over hers and powerd his tongue deep inside as he started grinding his cock around in her cunt. She was powerless to do anything about it as instantly her entire body shook with the most explosive orgasm.

"AAAAAARGH YES OH YES!!!!" she cried as he released her mouth and buried his face into her neck. Feeling a second one about to wash over her she threw her hands back on the bed above her head in abandon. "FUCK ME, GOD FUCK ME!!!" she screamed. With that he pounded into her harder and faster, his balls crashing against her ass over and over again. Her cunt was getting the hammering of its life from this giant monster of a cock, she was loving every second of it.

He looked down at her huge tits as they bounced and wobred around all over the place, "grab them and suck them you bastard," she ordered him. He didn't need telling twice as he sank his old fingers into the ample flesh, amazed at how incredibly firm they were for such a massive pair. Squashing them together he chewed down hard on her nipples causing her to thrash her head from side to side.

"Oh yes you dirty old pervert," she cried, "you love my big tits don't you!"

He just groaned as he chewed and slobbered all over them. That was it he needed to come he could hold it back no longer, the tightness of her wet cunt was just too much.

She knew he was ready and with her feet high and wide in the air she screamed out, "OH YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER...HARDER!!!" With that his cock exploded like a fire hose into her, gallons and gallons of spunk seemed to be being pumped into her. He made no sound he just screwed his face up tightly as if in pain as he emptied his load into her.

She wrapped her legs around his frail old back pulling him in as tightly as she could as the biggest of her many orgasms that day washed over her entire body.

After a few minutes he fell limp on top of her and tenderly kissed her neck and face allowing his cock plenty of time inside her to squeeze out every last drop of spunk. "Oooh your so pretty, I love you," he whispered as he went to kiss her on the mouth.

That was when she came back to reality with a jolt and quickly pushed him off. As he rolled over onto his back he smiled and gave a long satisfied sigh before closing his eyes.

She pulled her panties back on and buttoned up her cardigan before putting her coat on and, in a bit of a state of panic, left without so much as a look back.

Later that day Ted returned for the camera he had concealed. Bernard was sound arelax naked on the bed with the covers on the floor, Ted smiled at the obvious evidence of what had taken place.

Quietly he left to make his way over to Georges house armed now with his own tape.

That afternoon Ted and George sat and watched the video of Mandy and Bernard delighted with the new and more incriminating footage. After watching it they both soon realised that because she was told to start on him while he slept it could look as if he was an *** participant, to start with anyway.

This got them more excited as they talked it over. "We could tell her that if we showed it to the police then they may be convinced that she sexually worryed him without his consent," said George.

"Yeah, I reckon we could get her so worried that she would do just about anything for us," commented Ted.

The thought of how this could be used to blackmail her into doing far more got the two old boys imaginations working overtime. Sat playing with their erections through their trousers they discussed various fantasies they could have her fulfil.

"I think we should get her round here tomorrow night to show her what we have," said Ted.

"Good idea," chuckled George, "she's not going to be too happy."

"No I know," answered Ted with a huge grin on his face. "Right you call her and get her over tomorrow and I'm going to go home and make some copies."

"I don't have a number for her," George told him.

"I do," said Ted, and with that scribred it down for him before leaving.

Later that day George made the phone call to Mandy and told her to come tomorrow, (thursday) instead of friday. He wanted her to come early as it had been a while since he had had her to himself and all the talking earlier and the new video had got him wound right up.

At this she started explaining how all this time off work was starting to make her look bad and she was getting worried for her job. Her department head had already made a few comments about the amount of time she'd had off lately.

The head of her department was a little weasel of a man called Walter, in fact all the girls called him Walter the weasel due to his weasel-like features and his weedy 5ft 4inch skinny frame, a truly weak and pathetic little man.

Unbelievably at the age of 58 Walter still lived at home with his aged old lady, one of those characters that everybody thought of as being a little odd. He had a small circle of friends but was generally something of a loner, working at the same job for more years than he cared to remember never making a fuss and always keeping himself to himself.

The girls all found him rather creepy, always too shy to speak to them about anything other than work, but always watching them as they worked. Some of the girls were convinced that he was a bit of an old pervert as he often fiddled with himself under his desk as one of them would have to bend over to do some filing or lean across the desk to reach some paperwork.

The truth of it was that Walter was about as frustrated as anyone could be, spending years at work surrounded by sexy young women and only ever being allowed to look and never touch. The timid shy exterior kept hidden from everyone what he was really thinking. Walter had been going home every evening for many years now unable to help himself from jerking his little dick off fantasizing over the girls he worked with.

Over the last few months things had got harder for the poor old chap with the arrival of the gorgeous Mandy. She was more of a turn on than all of the others put together. He found himself even going to the toilet during the day to bang out a quick one unable to hold it until he got home. All of this was a secret the weedy little man had to keep to himself, along with one other thing.

He was so awkward and shy around women that unbelievably at 58 years of age he was still a virgin, never having the confidence to get a girlfriend.

Anyway hearing of Walter gave George an idea of how to get Mandy home early and at the same time indulge in a little fantasy of his.

George told Mandy what to wear for work the next day and then went on to explain exactly what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to pretend to be unwell during the day and need a lift home, but to ensure it was Walter that brought her.

No sooner had he said this than she started objecting saying how she was in no way going to have sex with him. If she did it would be all over the office so fast and the embarrassment would be no worse than if the girls at work got to see that blasted tape.

As George tried to calm her down he went on to explain how Walter would be the one needing to keep it a secret more than her.

"I just want to see what he would do if he had the chance to touch you without you finding out."

"I don't understand," she replied.

"Well imagine if you ****** and he was alone with you," he told her, "what do you suppose he would do?"

She knew she had no choice other than to do as she was told and so listened carefully as George explained in detail what she must do.

The following day came and Mandy did as she was told. She arrived at the office dressed in a black silk blouse, a little tight across her generously sized tits and nicely tapered in at her narrow waist. The black skirt she wore was short but not so short as to look tarty, but it was tight around her hips thighs and of course her shapely ass making it look just incredible. Underneath she wore a black lace bra with matching thong and suspenders which were clipped onto her sheer black stockings.

She looked unbelievably sexy but at the same time rather classy, something that was not wasted on Walter as he watched the 20 year old beauty come in and take her usual seat. As she crossed one leg over the other he noticed the outline of a suspender strap could be seen through the tightness of her skirt.

"God they're stockings," he thought to himself as he admired her legs encased in the sheer black nylon. Already the little weasel could feel a stirring in his loins and knew it wouldn't be long before he would have to scurry off to the toilet.

As the morning went on Mandy started complaining that she was getting a migraine and so went and informed Walter that if it got worse she may have to go home. As always when she spoke to him he seemed a little embarrassed and probably unaware that he conducted most of his conversation with her chest. When she turned and went back to her seat he couldn't help taking a lingering look at her sexy ass in the tight black skirt, an image he would probably store for his trip to the toilet where he would imagine his hands roaming all over it.

As 12 o'clock approached it was time to put into action what George had instructed her to do. She wasn't completely sure that Georges plan would even work as Walter was always so quiet and gave no clue as to what he really thought.

She again approached him and this time laid it on much thicker saying her migraine was one of the worst she'd had in a long time and wondered if she could go home.

"If you're that ill then of course you can go," said Walter in his usual polite manner.

"The trouble is," she went on, "I know it's a bit of a cheek but I don't suppose someone could drive me, I....I don't think I could manage on my own."

"Yes, yes of course," he replied, "erm, w...would you like me to take you."

"Oh, if you're sure you don't mind," she replied coyly.

This was just what was supposed to happen, so far so good, it seemed George may be right about him but she still wasn't so sure.

Out in the car park Walter got into his car and leaned across to unlock the door for her. As she got in and sat down he noticed her skirt ride up her thighs showing a good length of her stocking covered legs. He felt himself getting turned on as he noticed the edge of the darker band of her stocking tops just peeking out slightly from under her short skirt.

As she put her seat belt on too he couldn't help but glance from the corner of his eye at the way the way the strap nestled between her huge tits. Walter grew more and more excited as her perfume filled the air inside the car, sitting beside her like this was probably the closest he had ever been to her.

Her instructions were to take him to Georges house and pretend it was hers. The journey was *** for Walter, sitting this close to the source of so many of his fantasies trying not to give any indication of how turned on he was getting. As they drove through the town however he couldn't help but feel rather good about himself as he noticed people looking at her sat in his car with him. For the first time in his life he knew other men were looking at him with envy, this was a new experience for Walter.

When they pulled up outside she said she was feeling worse and would he mind coming in with her for a moment while she took her medication.

Meanwhile George had seen them arrive and, leaving the door unlocked so she could let herself in, took up his position. He had cleared some space out in the lounge cupboard that went under the stairs and had put a small stool in there so he could sit in the darkness and watch all the action through the slatted door.

Mandy walked in looking absolutely stunning, her lovely blonde hair down between her shoulders contrasted with the black of her clothing. Although not a tall girl in her heels she still stood several inches taller than weedy little Walter. The weasel followed her in trying not to make it too obvious that he was watching the rise and fall of her ass cheeks as they seemed to be trying to bust out of the tight fitting skirt.

"Thank you," she said to Walter as she sat down on the sofa and took some pills from her bag. Remembering everything she had been told to do she reluctantly continued, "would you mind waiting just for a few minutes until these pills take effect, it's just that they do the trick but they knock me out cold for an hour or two."

"S...sure ok," replied the little weasel.

"Once I'm arelax absolutely nothing can wake me so don't worry I'll be fine then and you can let yourself out." So with that she took the pills, that were actually only asprin, and lay down on her back on the sofa. After a few minutes she closed her eyes and pretended to drift off to relax, just as she had been instructed.

All the while old George was sitting in the cupboard watching in silence waiting excitedly to see what Walter might do with this opportunity.

He stood there looking nervously around for a few minutes before going to the door. Just as it looked as if he was going to leave he paused, turned, and went back over to Mandy.

"You arelax?" he asked quietly.

She pretended to be out cold as he asked her several more times getting louder each time. He leaned forward and gently smacked the side of her face to see if he got any response.

He looked at her as she lay still and his mind started going into overdrive, he went to the window and looked out before going to the front door and turning the key to lock it. He then went to the foot of the stairs and called out, "HELLO? ANYBODY THERE?" Confident that the house was empty he went back over to Mandy and stood in front of her, she looked so sexy and Walter was getting turned as he realised that he could probably touch her and she wouldn't have a clue.

He had been watching her every day for several months now only being able to look but not touch. This was surely too good an opportunity to miss, "maybe just a little touch, she won't know," he thought to himself.

Terrified that she might wake up he knelt beside her and placed his greasy little hand carefully on her shoulder to give her a shake. He looked along her seemingly unconcious body getting very excited at the prospect of touching the beautiful young 20 year old and getting away with it.

He again glanced left and right over his shoulders nervously checking that he was alone, one more time he called out, "HELLO!......HELLO!" There was of course no answer and, more importantly, no response from her, she didn't move a muscle.

He was as confident as he could be that it was safe to proceed, he had to take the chance this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

With his hand still on her shoulder he watched her eyes for any sign that she might waken as he began to move it down over her silk blouse. He began to tremble with excitement as he started to climb the steep slope of her breast. The feeling was out of this world as his hand slowly roamed over her huge silk covered tit until soon it was resting on top.

Unbelievably this was the first time he had touched a woman in this way in his entire 58 years. After a momentary pause to check that she was still relaxing he gave it a gentle squeeze, his entire body tremred excitedly as he started to massage it, squeezing harder and harder amazed at the firmness and size of it.

Mandy lay there motionless, she had been convinced that Walter the weasel wasn't like the others and would never have touched her. She began to realise however that all these dirty old men were the same, "oh my God every man I meet must be having the same thoughts about me," she thought to herself.

Meanwhile in the cupboard George was overjoyed to see this pathetic little weasel making the most of his opportunity and his cock was pleading for attention.

"Oh my God," whispered Walter under his breath as he took her other tit in his other hand and began feeling it too, "they're incredible." His little dick was rock hard in his trousers at the excitement of feeling this young womans large and surprisingly firm tits, deep down he knew it was wrong but simply couldn't resist the unbearable temtation.

He looked along her body at the shortness of her skirt and, wanting to make the most of this chance, dragged his hands from her tits and felt his way along the sides of her body until he reached the tops of her thighs. He stopped as he felt the outline of her suspenders through the tight material of her skirt. He seemed to make some sort of pathetic whimpering sound of delight as he spread his hands out and rubbed them up and down feeling the tightness of her skirt over her thighs. He moved lower and lower until he was touching the silky smooth nylon of her stockings.

He stopped to check that she was still arelax and, happy that she was, he parted her knees several inches and held his breath as he raised her skirt and peered up it into the darkness. He was nervous but the urge to have a feel up there was overwhelming, and so very carefully he began to run his hand along her inner thigh.

As it went higher he licked his lips as he came to the bare skin above her stocking tops, the hairs on the back of his hand stood up as he felt the warmth radiating from above. He was beyond the point of no return now and he moved higher inch by inch until he suddenly found his path was blocked.

He knew the warm softness he was touching was the crotch of her panties, and as he pressed his fingers against it he realised he was pushing them into the folds of her lovely moist cunt.