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The two of them laughed at this remark.

"I am glad you found out," she went on. "So that I
could show you how superior black cocks are. My young
master has been fucking white women since he was 13
years old, and believe me he knows exactly how to
please them!"

"You had better go home now," Jamal told me. "Your wife
has a lot more cock to take yet.

Why not jerk yourself off when you get home, picturing
the two of us together?"

"That's a good idea," added my wife. "Because from now
on that is all you will be able to do.

Only Jamal will fuck me in future, so you had better
get used to it!"

I left the apartment feeling wretched, with the
derisive laughter of my wife and her black lover
ringing in my ears.

It was very late when Laura got home that night. I was
already in bed, but unable to relax.

She sauntered into the bedroom with a huge grin on her
face, and began to undress.

"Did you enjoy watching your wife being fucked properly
this afternoon?" she taunted.

"Jamal is good isn't he? And the size of his cock! The
first time I saw it I nearly fainted, but now I can't
wait to get out of the house in the morning so that I
can feel it inside me again!"

She removed the rest of her clothing, and flaunted her
naked body at me. Her tits were covered with red marks
where Jamal had mauled them, and there were love bites
all over them and her neck. Laura moved close to me,
and parted her pussy lips.

"Jamal wanted me to show you this," she told me, as I
saw his cum bubbling inside her. "He has just fucked me
again, outside in the car. He won't let you fuck me any
more, but says I can jerk you off if you will suck his
jism out of me. What do you say?"

I had felt so aroused at that afternoon's events, and
now the sight of my wife's well used body, that I
shamefully agreed to her terms. She wanted to make it
humiliating for me, so she made me kneel in front of
her to suck her lover's juice out of her. Although I
found it unpleasant, my cock was rigid. When I had
finished, the two of us got into bed.

"How long has this all been going on?" I asked as Laura
took my cock in her hand.

"He has been powering that monster into every one of my
holes for the past three weeks," she replied, gently
stroking me. "And I love it! I don't feel any shame or
guilt like I thought I would, because I now know that
you have never been good enough to satisfy me. You have
never been on top of me long enough to make me sweat
the way Jamal did this afternoon, and so frankly I
don't care how humiliating or upsetting this is for
you. I will stay with you if that is what you want, but
we will live like brother and sister."

I had already come long before she finished what she
was saying, and Realised that I could not compete with
what the young black had to offer. Reluctantly, I
agreed to what she was suggesting.

The following Monday, Laura left for work carrying a
suitcase. When I asked what it was for, she informed me
that she would be staying with Jamal for a few days, so
they could really get to know one another. I of course,
had no choice but to accept this.

She returned four days later, highly elated and soundly
fucked. She informed me Jamal would be coming around at
the weekend.

"He wants to fuck me in our bed, to show you he is my
master and your superior," she said. "I think that is a
wonderful idea, you will really know your place now. I
suggest you make up the bed in the guest room, you will
be in there all weekend, no doubt listening with your
cock in your hand while another man carries out your
husbandly duties!" She laughed uproariously at this,
and my downcast expression.

"Hi Jerkoff," laughed Jamal, as I let him in on
Saturday morning. "It must really piss you off to have
your wife taken over by a young black stud less than
half your age, even more to know that he is going to
fuck her in the bed that you and she have shared for
the last ten years!"

At that moment, Laura ran downstairs to greet her
lover. She was barefoot, and dressed only in a flimsy
black nightie she had bought specially for this
weekend. She threw her arms around Jamal, and gave him
a long open-mouthed kiss as I stood by like a spare
prick.

"I am ready for a whole weekend of debauchery," she
told him. "I warn you, I don't intend to leave that
cock of yours alone for a second!"

"Fine with me slut," laughed Jamal. "I intend to leave
you tomorrow night with a very sore pussy and ass!"

They both laughed, and hugged each other tight.

Dinner was very uncomfortable for me, as the two of
them sat opposite me; kissing and cuddling like a
couple of teenagers on their first date. When we had
finished, I washed up while the two of them sat on the
sofa together in the lounge. As I returned and sat in
the armchair, Jamal sat my wife on his lap facing me.

While I watched, Laura pulled her nightie right up to
her neck, while her lover mauled her right tit with one
hand, while playing with her pussy with the other.

"Should you be doing this to his wife right in front of
him?" Laura laughed, as she enjoyed his fondling.
"Especially as the poor man is getting no sex at all.
Look Dick, isn't he awful making free with your wife's
body right in front of your eyes?"

The two of them carried on with their foreplay
unashamedly, and with no thought for my feelings. I
felt sick with jealousy, and at the same time angry
with myself for allowing this to happen with no word of
protest. I was an abject coward, and my wife and her
new lover knew it and revelled in it.

"Come on," said my wife at last. "Take me upstairs and
fuck me senseless, I want us to cuckold him in his own
bed."

"Yeah, that idea turns me on too," added her lover as
they got up.

"We will leave the bedroom door open," Laura told me.
"Yeah and you leave your open too, when you get to
bed," Jamal instructed. "We want you to hear clearly
what I am going to be doing to your wife tonight."

I did too. Every gasp, every moan, every cry of "Jamal,
I love you baby" wafted into my room. I had to listen
to my wife acting like a complete whore, begging the
young black man for more cock and urging him to fill
her with his black cum. Eventually I fell arelax,
knowing that I had lost Laura completely to this
arrogant young black stud.

A few weeks after that weekend, Laura announced that
Jamal had to leave his apartment, and that he would be
moving in with us permanently.

"As far as I am concerned," she told me. "He will be
the master of the house, and he will relax with me
permanently. You will stay in the guest room from now
on as the lodger, while Jamal and I live as husband and
wife."

And that is how it was. Jamal lorded it over me, with
my wife's full approval and encouragement. They would
flaunt their lovemaking in front of me, and my wife
would tease and taunt me with her sexy body at every
opportunity, for their enjoyment and my frustration.

The final offense for me came some two months
later.

"Jamal," said my wife, as the two of them sat on the
sofa. "When you fucked those other white women, did you
make any of them pregnant?"

"A few," he laughed. "It really pissed their husbands
off, trying to explain black babies to their relatives
and friends! Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to take out my diaphragm, and have you
put a baby inside me."

"Oh no please!" I begged.

"Shut your mouth!" my wife snapped. "It has nothing to
do with you!"

"Right," agreed her lover. "If she wants me to swell
her belly and give her my black baby, that's our
business. Go upstairs honey, and take it out. I will be
up shortly to fill your belly with my potent black cum,
I will have you pregnant in no time!"

That was three years ago. Laura now has two misters, Leroy
and Jamal Jr, and is trying for a little girl. She and
Jamal are closer than ever, and still manage to go out
a lot and have great fun together.

Well, they have a live-in unpaid babysitter now, don't
they?

THE END

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Sammy


My husband and I were thrilled when he finally got a job
at a big Wall Street brokerage. It was something we had
been working toward for years, and the money was really
good. It was a welcome relief to both of us because his
student years had been so tough. For his twenty-seventh
birthday I decided to do something special for him, and
reserved a room at a very nice hotel, and a table at one
of New York's finest restaurants.

To get Sam ready for it, I picked out a very revealing
outfit from a specialty store. It was a very short red
mini-skirt, with slits on the sides, and a white half-
shirt, which I left mostly unbuttoned, with a lacy black
bra underneath.

I took a cab to his office tower and enjoyed the looks
of his co-workers when I made my way to his desk. Trying
to be as sexy as possible, I leaned over his desk to
kiss him. I wanted every man there to be as jealous as
possible. My husband seemed surprised to see me but
quickly recovered when I reminded him of our plans. He
said he had to check in with his boss, but then we'd be
on our way.

His boss turned out to be a big handsome man named
"Mike." Sam had told me Mike was a former bond-trader
who was said to have made a *******ing in the eighties. He
was also said to own an island in the Caribbean, as well
as his own private jet.

"Mike wants to take us out for takes, honey," he said.
"It will be a chance for you to meet some of the
partners."

I was worried about our reservations, but it was
obviously important to Sam that I go along, so I agreed.
Mike made no pretense about checking me out as Sam
introduced us. He was a very forward man, good looking,
but obviously someone who was used to getting what he
wanted.

There were eight of us when we finally got to the bar.
It was a blues bar, and there was a band playing on a
little stage in front. We sat in a booth in back, and
had to squeeze to get in. Mike sat next to me, and
another partner (a much younger man) sat on my other
side. My husband wound up sitting on the other end, next
to Frank, another associate. The two of them got takes
for us.

At first I ordered a Shirley Temple, but Mike insisted I
have something stronger. The partners were very
friendly. Mike and the other man, Junior, leaned in very
close to talk to me and seemed very interested in what I
had to say. Junior was much younger, almost my age, and
also good looking. I tried to make a good impression on
both of them, since they were both partners at my
husband's company.

The men drank very fast and encouraged me to do the
same. It seemed like as soon as Sam finished serving one
round of takes, they would send him for another.

Mike told me Sam was very lucky to have such a beautiful
wife as me, and asked if I dressed this way all the
time. I told them it was only for special occasions.
When they asked me what the occasion was, I told them
about our plans to finally have a baby, and about how we
hoped to get started that night.

The talk became more sexual after that. They asked me
questions about my sexual experiences, about my
relationship with Sam, and about whether I enjoyed the
looks I got from men in the clothes I was wearing. I
found myself talking very openly with them. I told them
about my first time (it had been with Sam), about the
other man I had been with (even Sam didn't know about
that!), and admitted to them I liked the way the clothes
made me feel when men looked at me.

I even told them how I had never had a man in my mouth,
though I sometimes let Sam go down on me and how he very
much wanted me to do the same for him. Mike told me I
was being silly not to open myself up to oral sex. He
said if I tried it I might like it more than I thought.
I promised him I'd think about what he said.

While I was talking I felt Mike's hand on my thigh. He
said he was very pleased with Sam's performance at the
company, and he hoped both of us would be comfortable
there. I thanked him and smiled, even though I was very
uncomfortable with his hand on my bare leg like that.

He smiled back at me and I felt his fingers begin
tracing a line on the inside of my thigh. It was very
erotic, though also nerve wracking. I glanced at my
husband again, but he did not catch my eye. "We think
Sam might qualify for a share in the year-end bonus,
Jenny," he said. I nodded, ashamed of myself for letting
my husband's boss touch me like that. He continued
talking to me about Sammy's prospects, but his hand
became more and more forward under the table. I wanted
to get up and move away, but for some reamister I didn't. I
told myself it was not worth making a scene.

Then I felt his fingers touch me through my panties. I
started, but he had his hand on my shoulder and stopped
me. "Relax, Jenny," he said, "you're not hurting
anybody. Just relax and enjoy it." I did relax a little.
His fingers began to gently caress me there. "You're a
beautiful woman, Jenny," he said, "you really should
loosen up. Your husband would like that. I'll bet he
doesn't even realize how lucky he is to have a beautiful
woman like you in his bed every night."

Turning to Junior, he asked, "What kind of panties do
you think she's wearing?" Junior smiled at me. "I'm sure
they're something sexy," he said.

I felt his fingers touch my knee. The men continued
talking about my panties, and I couldn't help but react
to what they were doing to me. It was incredibly erotic
to have two men caressing me, although I was embarrassed
and humiliated that I was letting them touch me so
openly.

I glanced at my husband again, but he still wasn't
paying attention. They maneuvered my legs apart. I
didn't try to stop them. Mike's hand found my clitoris
and he was gently stroking me there under the table. "I
think she's taking my advice," he said. I realized I had
been moving my hips against his hand and stopped myself.
The men sitting closer to us were all looking at me. I
looked for Sam, but he'd gotten up and gone somewhere.

Mike leaned in close to me. "You're a naughty little
wifey, aren't you Jenny," he said. "I can feel your
pussy leaking through your panties." (It was true!) "You
like getting your cunny stroked while your husband
watches, don't you?"

I felt my head move almost before I could stop myself,
and I looked again for my husband. "Please stop doing
this to me," I whimpered.

Mike laughed again and became even bolder. I felt him
pull my panties aside and then I felt his fingers touch
my naked wet pussy. I wanted to scream, but it felt so
good I couldn't stop him. I moved my thighs even wider
for him. Junior continued to stroke my thigh while he
watched us intently.

"That's it, Jenny," Mike said, "we know you like it. Now
slide forward more, so I can get my fingers up inside
you." I did as he said, though I knew what was coming
next. He penetrated me.

This time I couldn't help it. I made a little noise.
When I looked up, Sam was looking straight at me.

"Everything ok, honey?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Sammy," I heard myself saying. Then I stumred.
Mike had slid his finger deeper into me, his palm was
rubbing against my clitoris. I couldn't answer. I
couldn't answer him.

Mike answered for me. "It's alright, Sam," he said,
"I've got her well in hand. Why don't you get us some
more takes?" He slid another finger into me.

My husband nodded uncertainly. I smiled weakly before he
left.

When my husband was over by the bar, Mike took my head
in his hand and kissed me hard on the mouth. I opened my
mouth for him and moaned around his tongue as I throbbed
around his fingers. He squeezed me there. When he
released me, I fell back against the bench, eyes closed,
and wanting desperately for him to make me come. I was
moving my hips against him quite openly now, knowing the
other men could see me.

Junior unbuttoned my blouse. He pulled it all the way
apart. He unclasped my bra and moved me so he could
slide the straps off my shoulders. I resisted none of
this. When I opened my eyes I saw the other men staring
intently at my naked chest. He cupped and squeezed my
breasts, and I let him do it, thinking only of my
pleasure. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his
mouth. All I could do is moan out loud. When he stopped
I wanted him to continue, but Mike told me to button
myself up. "Your husband is coming back," he said.

I was still buttoning my blouse when Sam came around the
corner with the takes. I thanked him nervously as he
handed me my take and I tried to control my breathing.
I wondered if he could tell my bra was now missing.

Sam asked if I was almost ready to go. I started to
stammer a reply, thinking of my missing bra and Mike's
fingers buried in my pussy, when Mike interrupted.
"She's almost ready, Sam," he said. "I need you to get
the Clarks file off my desk for me. I'm sure she'll be
ready when you get back." While I hated the tone of
Mike's voice, I have to admit in a way I was relieved
when I saw my husband was going. I no longer wanted to
stop what Mike was doing to me.

When Sam turned the corner, Mike turned me in my seat
and stripped my panties off me. Then, pushing me down in
the seat of the booth, he climbed on top of me. I wasn't
ready for what happened next. I hadn't expected it. I
felt him there, and then he was inside me almost before
I knew it, I was so wet and ready for him.

When I felt him inside me, I gave up any resistance; I
gave in to him completely. I let him do me over and over
again. His thrusts were long and powerful and I was
panting and moaning as the other men looked on. He
pulled my blouse apart and squeezed my breasts. He put
his fingers in my mouth. I was panting and moaning out
loud, and I begged him to do my harder.

When I felt him pulsing inside me I wrapped my legs
around him, pushing myself against him, to get him in me
as deep as he could go. I didn't even think that it was
supposed to have been Sam.

When he was done with me, he ordered Frank to watch for
my husband. Then each of the other partners took their
turn with me there in the booth. I came for them, hard
and loud. All of them came in my pussy. I let one of
them come in my mouth. I have to admit I enjoyed it.

I did fuck my husband in the hotel room that night,
though thankfully I didn't come up pregnant. I kept the
lights off so he wouldn't see the red marks on my
breasts, and told him I was wet from thinking about him.

The truth is, I could hardly feel him, after the
pounding I'd gotten down below.

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used Policewoman



Cindy was a tough policewoman, tall, 40D breast, leggy
and proud until she stumbles upon a setup on the turf of
the Red Bloods. The gang's leader eventually breaks Cindy
and her fate is to be a whore for the gang.

***

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CONDOLES THE ABUSE OF WOMEN. IT IS HERE FOR PLEASURE
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ABUSED POLICEWOMAN
BY: MERCYSLAYER
Copyright 2001

It had been a long shift, but Cindy was glad it was over.
She had worked hard to get on the police power and was
moving up quickly. She had dealt with the sexual bias of
partners, including one sexual harassment charge. Cindy
knew that she was attractive. At 5 feet 11 inches, her
tall body was perfect for her 40D breasts.

It had always been said that she was "leggy" with near
perfect long, slender legs and a narrow waist. Even in a
police uniform she was stunning and that had brought
multiple unwelcomed sexual advances from her peers. She
finally chopped her long blond hair off short and her
constant rebuke of suitors led to a reputation that she
was gay.

Cindy did not care, she knew she was not gay, she just
did not have time for a man in her life right now and her
pride would not allow her to be treated as a sexual
object. She had a long relationship with a man, he had
really been a fantastic and gentle lover, but he could
not handle the long hours Cindy worked as a policewoman
and broke it off.

Now, because of the controversy from the sexual
harassment case, Cindy could not find a partner on the
power so she worked alone. She finally had requested to
be assigned to the evening shift. Getting off at 11pm
afforded her the isolation from the day shift and the
luxury of relaxing late. She now was ending her shift and
had two days off and was looking forward to staying home
and relaxing. The new police program of allowing officers
to take their cruisers home was a blessings as all Cindy
had to do was sign out and drive home without returning
to the station.

Cindy pushed the button on her microphone and told the
dispatcher she was "off duty" and laughingly commented
she would see everyone in two days. With that Cindy
turned down a side street to go home. As Cindy turned the
police cruiser, she noticed movement at the end of an
alley. She looked closely and there appeared to be two
young men stripping a parked car. Cindy thought to
herself, this would not take long and stopped the police
cruiser.

As she got out, Cindy considered calling for back up, but
decided that she could handle this situation along and
proceeded down the alley toward the two young men.

The two young men were members of a gang called the Red
Bloods. They had watched every night the same police
cruiser with the policewoman turned down their street.
The gang leadership had decided it was time to get the
cruiser off their turf and a trap had been laid. Now
their prey unsuspectedly walked toward the two decoys.
From the shadows the other Red Bloods watched with
anticipation. The leader licked his lips as he realized
that their prey was a tall, very attractive, blond
policewoman. They had known the cruiser contained a
woman, but he had no idea how beautiful she was. Just a
little further and the trap would close.

Cindy approached the two men with her flashlight in one
had and service revolver in the other. She yelled her
commands, identifying herself as the police, and telling
them to step away from the car. The two men were in there
late teens, one Hispanic, one Black. Cindy could tell
from the colors that they belonged to a gang, but she
never suspected that more could be around. Cindy ordered
the two against the wall and reached for her radio to
call for assistance. She felt the blow to her head from
behind and everything went black as she fell to the
floor.

The plan had worked perfectly. The leader of the Red
Bloods, Jose, struck the policewoman with the bat before
she could call for help. Other gang members drove the
police cruiser out of site while Jose and the two that
were the bait loaded her into an awaiting van. As the van
drove away, Jose knew that they were going to have fun
with this policewoman bitch and as an added bonus; she
was built with big tits.

Within moments the van pulled into the old, abandoned
warehouse, out of site and far from and people. Cindy was
still out as her police uniform was stripped from her
body. Jose gasped as he saw just how large her tits were
behind the bra. He permisterally pulled the bra from Cindy's
body freeing those beautiful mounds of flesh. Jose took
in the long, thick nipples nestled on areolas the size of
tin can lids. His cock jumped and strained at his pants
as he thought how he would use those tits.

The other gang members pulled her panties off and were
laughing at the huge amount of blond pubic hair that
covered the woman's cunt. Cindy had never trimmed that
area and now it was a source of amusement for the gang
members. From her police belt, the gang members removed
her club, handcuffs, and pepper spray. One gang member
had found the taser under the seat of the cruiser and
given it to Jose. Jose then ordered the gang members to
hang Cindy up and prepare to wake her.

Cindy awoke startled by the cold water in her face. She
was not sure where she was and shook her head to clear
the cobwebs. As her eyes began to focus, she realized her
predicament. Her arms were stretched above her head and
handcuff around a pipe, she was completely nude and with
her feet barely touching the floor, her posture caused
her breast to jut out from her body. Her legs and been
pulled wide and tied to two metal pillars in the
warehouse.

Cindy hung like an upside down "Y" and the coldness of
wherever she was made her nipples ache with hardness.
Cindy looked around and realized that she was truly in
serious trouble. There were at least 15 young men and 6
women standing around her. They men were a mixture of
Hispanics and Blacks and the women were all Hispanics.
They all wore the colors of the Red Bloods. Cindy tested
the bonds as one of the gang members approached her. She
looked him straight in the eyes and ordered him to
release her adding that if they stopped now, no charges
would be pressed.

Jose just laughed, turned to his gang members and
announced that their "guest" was ready to be used. As he
turned back around Cindy saw her club in his hand. Cindy
listened as Jose explained that she was going to
"service" the gang members as their whore, then she would
be used as a prostitute to help support the gang's
activities. Cindy defiantly informed the gang leader she
would resist and would not cooperate in anyway and
threatened she would be looked for. Jose just laugh and
Cindy watch in horror as in took the end of her club and
began to rub her between her cunt lips. Cindy kept
screaming for her to stop as Jose rubbed her clit with
the end of the club.

He tired of her screaming and ordered another gang member
to gag her. Her own panties that had been shoved into her
mouth now muffled Cindy's screams. Jose removed the club
and inserted a finger into Cindy's cunt announcing she
had become wet and was now ready. With that, Cindy tried
to jerk away as Jose pushed the club into her cunt about
four inches and then began to slowly fuck her with it
pushing it in another inch with each stroke. Cindy felt
the end of the club against her womb and the tears
streamed down her face as she realized how helpless she
was. Jose was content that the club would go no further
into her cunt and stopped the cruel fucking leaving the
club sticking out between Cindy's legs buried 12 inches
inside her. Jose then ordered the other gang members to
get Cindy ready.

Cindy began struggling again as the gang members swarmed
around her. Two girls that had scissors began to clip her
cunt hair short against Cindy's pubic bone.

As they clipped her cunt hair, another girl began to use
a brush on Cindy's hair, pulling and pinning it in
various directions. Cindy felt cold liquid on her cunt
and was able to look down long enough to see the shaving
cream spread all along her cunt and cunt lips before the
girl working on her hair jerked her head upward again.
Cindy felt the edge of the razor as it removed her all
her cunt hair and the girls shaved around the club
protruding from her cunt.

One of the men then began to pull at her nipples with his
fingers, pinching and twisting them causing Cindy
discomfort but no real pain. She felt her body betray her
as her nipples became even harder with the use. Her
cunt responded to the stimulation of being shaved as
evidenced by the flow of her cunt juices around the club.
Cindy's face was crimmistered with embarrassment because the
only complaint her previous lover had expressed was the
voluminous amount of juices that would flow from her
cunt, sometimes completely soaking the bed. Cindy tried
to shut the girls' comments about the swelling of her
cunt lips and the heavy flow of cunt juices now running
down the club and dripping onto the floor.

Cindy was jerked back to reality by the glint of silver
she saw at her side. Cindy began to struggle against the
handcuffs knocking down one of the girls shaving her cunt
and head butting the one messing with her hair. Cindy was
trying to escape the large needle that the gang member
a***ing her breast was now trying to push through her
left nipple. He yelled something in Spanish to Jose who
ordered everyone to stand away from Cindy. Cindy shook
her head violently as she saw the taser in Jose's hand.

It was too late, the taser hooks hit their mark, one in
each breast and the voltage shook Cindy's body and caused
her to pass out. Jose removed the hooks from her breast
and splash water in her face to awaken Cindy. He informed
Cindy if she struggled again, the pain would be worse and
pointed the taser at her cunt. He asked Cindy if she
understood, and she nodded.

Jose then motioned the gang member to continue and Cindy
wailed against her panties as he pushed the needle first
through her left nipple, then the right and quickly
inserted large, gold rings. Cindy looked down at her
nipples, hard and pierced and realized that the gold
rings would keep them hard.

The gang members a***ing her breast and brushing her hair
moved away and two more replaced them. One held her head
in place while another applied makeup. Cindy knew they
were fixing her to look like a whore, but she also knew
they could not make her prostitute herself.

The female gang members shaving her cunt had finished and
had now moved to her ass. One pulled her ass cheeks
apart, while the other applied cream to the remaining
portion of her cunt and her ass and began to shave those
areas. Cindy saw in the distance a female gang member
looking at a tank top tee-shirt and short leather skirt
Cindy assumed were for her to wear. She was resolved not
to let them dress her.

Finally, all the gang members were through with her.
Cindy still hung in the upside down "Y" position, but now
her hair was spiked, her face had heavy makeup with red
lipstick, thick blue eye shadow, dangling silver
earrings. Her breast heaved as she breathed and she could
see the two gold rings through her nipples, the pain of
the piercing now subsided, but the nipples still hard.
Her cunt and her ass were completely bald and smooth and
the club still lodge deep in her cunt was soaked with her
juices and a puddle had formed on the floor. Jose walked
up to her and informed Cindy that he would take his
pleasure for free, but then she would become their
prostitute.

Cindy just looked at him definitely as he walked behind
her. She turned her head to try and see what was
happening and renewed her struggles as Jose unzipped his
pants and his 10-inch erection jutted outward at her ass.

Jose ordered two gang members to hold her as he ran his
hand over the club and transferred Cindy's cunt juices to
his cock. Cindy tried in vain to move away as Jose pulled
her ass cheeks apart exposing the bud of her asshole.
Cindy had never allowed anyone access to that most
private area and now she was near panicked as she
realized that Jose intended to fuck her there. Cindy
looked around frantically trying to discern an escape
from this sexual use.

She could not believe he was going to leave the club
buried in her cunt while he tried to fuck her ass. Cindy
could not comprehend how this would happen until she felt
the head of Jose's cock at the entrance of her ass. She
scream, struggled, and tried to move away as the head of
Jose's cock passed through her tight anal ring and began
to slip with ease into her ass.

Cindy suddenly held very still afraid her struggles would
produce permanent damage as Jose push all 10 inches deep
into Cindy's ass. As his hard cock slid through her
rectum and into her biles, Jose could feel the club
between the thin tissue separating Cindy's ass from her
cunt. Once deep inside her, Jose announced to the group
how "tight" Cindy's ass was and that it would take some
work.

Chapter 2 Captured

Approximately in the center of the village, was a pair
of posts supporting an overhead crossbeam. Another
crossbeam was near the ground. Bound to the crossbeams
with their arms and legs spread wide apart, were Jessica
and Cassandra. The hemp rope tightly bound both their
wrists and ankles and their bodies were pulled taut
between the crossbeams. Their friends in the cage had a
clear view of their ordeals.

Pai approached the pair of bound captives with a stone
knife in his right hand. He was the headman of the
village. His word was law. Largely built for a Papuan,
he had won his position by a contest of strength. No one
else dared cross him. Turning his attention to the white
man, Pai asked, "You have no desires on these women?"

The white man answered back in the villager's own
language (for the sake of those readers who don't speak
any of the many disjointed Papuan languages, the
narrator is kindly instantaneously translating the
Papuan language into English), "No. Do what you like
with them. Just make sure that they never leave your
care. We don't want foreign eyes viewing our operations
here." The white man knew that he had just sealed the
six young women's fate. The members of this particular
tribe were known for their appetite for human flesh.

Now free to do as he pleased, Pai went up to Cassandra.
Cassandra screamed when she saw the knife. Expertly
employing the stone knife, a knife as sharp as any
western steel knife, Pai neatly sliced off Cassandra's
shirt. It fell a way in tatters. Cassandra wore a bra
just like the other women.

Pai having seen these before, detested the sight.
Grabbing the bra straps, a quick snip was al l that was
necessary to free Cassandra's breasts from their
confinement. Reaching up with his free left hand, Pai
roughly squeezed first Cassandra's left breast followed
by her right breast. Nice firm young flesh. He then
proceeded to Cassandra's shorts.

A pair of quick slices with the knife and Cassandra was
down to her panties. Temporarily dropping the knife, Pai
simply ripped the Cassandra's panties from her body. He
delighted in her nudity. Pai really enjoyed this part.
Being the headman, he could of ordered someone else to
strip the captives. However, the pleasure of the
stripping would then be denied him.
Cupping Cassandra's cunt in his right hand, he poked his
index finger into her gapping vagina. In and out he
thrust his finger. A sigh of pleasure escaped from
Cassandra's lips. Judging her response with hungry eyes,
Pai was pleased with the result. Cassandra, bound
tightly between the crossbeams, squirmed back and forth
in response to Pai's probing finger. Her cunt became
increasingly wetter.

"Please don't hurt me", pleaded Cassandra. Not
understanding the language of her cries, but guessing
there meaning easily enough, Pai vacated Cassandra's
cunt and moved his hands over her soft flesh. Starting
at her ankles, he caressed her calves, then felt the
firmness of her thighs, followed by her a rough massage
of Cassandra's fleshy buttocks. If he ever got tired of
receiving her sexual favors, she would make quite a
tasty morsel he thought.

Pai then turned his attentions to Jessica. Picking up
the stone knife, he promptly striped her just like he
had previously done to Cassandra. Pai had never seen a
woman with blonde hair. He delighted in running his
hands through her long blonde tresses. As Pai brought
his hands out of Jessica's hair and moved them towards
her ample bosom, Jessica attempted to kick Pai with her
knees. Pai was initially taken aback by this behavior.

He expected the women to struggle, but to actually
attempt bodily harm to him, that was something new, he
smiled. "So, you have the spirit of a warrior within
you. It will be a joy making you submit to my will. I'll
cause your belly to swell with young, your breasts to
fill with milk, and you will beg for my attention."

Although Jessica had no idea what Pai was saying
exactly, she could tell by his tone of voice that it was
something threatening. Tightly squeezing Jessica's ample
breasts, Pai came to the conclusion that this woman
would have no trouble nursing. Moving his hands down
Jessica's sides, Pai grabbed her ass checks with both
hands. Nicely hipped, she should be able to easily
accommodate his thrusts. Giving birth shouldn't be a
problem either.

Jessica shouted obscene words to her user, "You lady
fucker, you're not going to get a thing from me!". Not
that it seemed to matter. The native in front of her
continued his prodding regardless of what ever she said.
Her protests seemed to be somewhat in vain, deep down in
her heart Jessica realized that she had little hope of
resisting the man's approaches. A native woman came up
to Pai. Pai would kowtow to no one, except that is to
his wife.

Usually not interfering, when his wife did want
something Pai had found that it was usually best to let
her have her way. Otherwise he would have hell to pay.
She could make his life a continuous misery. Sometimes
he secretly pictured his wife either in the cooking pot,
or slowly roasting above an open fire. That would put a
final end to the bitch. Alas, that could never happen,
his wife had too many friends among the village. Oh
perhaps to dream. Now what did she want?

"Pai, I need wet nurses. A couple of the village women
are having difficulty giving milk. Those two that you
have bound there, I think that they would do nicely. I
want you to save them from the pot.", Pai's wife told
him. Pai smiled. For once his wife's desires coincided
with his own. He was very pleased with the turn of
events. This would work out quite nicely, two more
beautiful women for his bed, and another four destined
for either the cooking pot or the open fire. Pai ordered
Jessica and Cassandra cut down from the crossbeams and
brought to his hut.

"Where's my chief's hat?" Frantically the headman's cook
searched his hut for his prize possession. Given to him
by the visiting white people, he wore the hat as a
symbol of his status. Short with a huge belly, he had
been given the special honor of being responsible for
supervising the preparation and cooking of all of the
tribes captives.

His wife gave him a quizzical look. "Why do you insist
on wearing that silly looking hat? Its where you left it
last, under our bed." Men, never to her dying day would
she understand them.

Retrieving his hat, he quickly exited the hut and
hurried for the cage. Awakened from his afternoon nap,
he had just been informed of the arrival of new
captives. He hoped that they weren't Baptists. The last
permister that hey had for dinner, a Baptist missionary,
gave chief Pai a bad case of indigestion. For the next
twenty-four hours, Pai had made everyone miserable. The
four women within the cage still had their wrists bound
behind their backs.

Not caring about her nudity, Sandy stood peering between
the wooden bars of their cage. Melody sat with her knees
drawn up to her chest in one corner. She tried vainly to
cover herself. The natives had burst upon Sandy and
Melody at the crash site. Ordered to strip, they were
then marched to the village where they joined Tara and
Taren in the cage.

Tara and Taren relaxed against the rear of the cage.
Still together as always, their attitude was that since
everyone else was either naked or near naked, then they
shouldn't feel uncomfortable. Both their wrists and
ankles remained sore however. Continuing having their
wrists tied didn't help any. Rope burns were clearly
visible.

"I think we're in trouble.", announced Sandy.
Approaching their cage was a short native wearing a
chef's hat.

Entering the cage, the cook examined the captives.
Guards remained outside of the cage to prevent the
captive's escape. Reaching over to feel the flesh of the
slim one with long blonde hair, he came to the
conclusion that her meat would be rather tough. Grasping
one of Sandy's arms, her muscles felt hard to his touch.

Bending down with his knees, he then felt Sandy's thighs
and calves. Again they felt hard. This one is definitely
a boiler he thought. Next he approached Tara and Taren.
As he had done with Sandy, the cook felt the flesh of
their arms and legs. These women had much softer flesh
than did the slim blonde.. He then reached over and
cupped Tara's ample breasts in his hands. Nice meat he
thought.

Just a little fattening up and this pair would make fine
roasters. Finally the cook examined Melody. The cook was
immediately taken by the woman's fleshy buttocks and
equally ample chest. No fattening required for this one
the cook thought. Not too skinny, yet not too fat
either. Plenty of meat to go around.

Turning to the guards in attendance while pointing to
Melody, the cook yelled, "We'll have this one tonight.
Have her prepared for the oven." The cook had two
roasters and a boiler, just for the sake of variety he
decided to bake this one. Melody began to sob
uncontrollably as the cook left the cage.

Chapter 4 Two new Slaves


Pai loved Jessica's exquisite cock sucking. Reaching
down with his large hands, he kneaded both of Jessica's
ample breasts. Jessica's nipples hardened to his touch.
Damn those haves are potent, Pai thought. Wishing now to
enjoy Jessica further, Pai ordered that her wrists be
unbound. One of the guards in attendance took a knife
and in one swift cut, severed the rope binding Jessica'
s wrists. As she looked up at her new master, Pai lifted
Jessica up by the waist and set her down onto his lap.
She didn't have to be told what to do. Jessica adroitly
reached down, grabbed Pai's cock and guided it into her
receptive vagina.

Collective sighs of pleasure escaped from Pai's and
Jessica's lips. Jessica proceeded to slide all the way
down onto Pai's erect penis. She was that well
lubricated. Slowly Jessica began to move her body up and
down. Moving his hands to Jessica's tits, Pai squeezed
them tightly. Jessica hastened her pace. Finally she was
getting the relief that she so desperately sought. Pai
couldn't take much more. Signaled by a loud bellow, Pai
furiously pumped his life seed into Jessica's cunt. Pai
remaining hard after his climax, Jessica frantically
pumped herself up and down Pai's spent cock. It didn't
take long for Jessica to achieve her own feeling of
satisfaction. Jessica's body shook violently as she
came.

While Pai and Jessica were enjoying each other,
Cassandra expertly serviced Pai's wife. Not leaving any
portion of his wife's vaginal region untouched, Pai's
wife repeatedly achieved orgasm. Pausing briefly, Pai's
wife looked down on Cassandra and said, "Now its time
that we changed places, my dear." Like Jessica before
her, Cassandra then had the ropes binding her wrists
severed.

Cassandra quickly realized what was expected of her and
laid back on the rough wooden planks of the porch.
Kneeing between Cassandra's legs, Pai's wife brought her
tongue to Cassandra's vagina. Never before had another
woman touched Cassandra like this. Cassandra shuddered
at the contact. After a while Cassandra began to enjoy
the attention that Pai's wife was giving her. Cassandra
sighed with pleasure. Soon the feeling from Cassandra's
cunt began to build in intensity. Pai's wife worked her
tongue around Cassandra's sensitive clitoris.

Just a few applications of the woman's tongue to
Cassandra 's clitoris did the trick. With a loud shout,
Cassandra came, her first time with another woman.
Throughout the long afternoon, as Melody cooked, Jessica
and Cassandra switched back and forth between Pai and
his wife.

Both Pai and his wife had a huge degree of sexual
stamina. Much more so than either Jessica or Cassandra.
By the time evening came around, they were both
practically exhausted. Pai had ejaculated twice into
each of the white women's cunts. His wife in turn had
lost count of the number of orgasms that she had
achieved. With looks of satisfaction locked upon their
faces, both Jessica and Cassandra relaxed next to Pai's
feet.

Soon it was time for dinner. All of the afternoon's
sexual exertion had made Pai and his wife extremely
hungry. Pai stood up and queried the cook on the status
of the evening meal.

"It should be ready about now.", answered the cook. With
that the cook ordered his assistants to remove Melody
from the oven. Pushing aside the heavy stone blocking
the entranceway, Melody was revealed. Due to the sauce
that had been liberally applied to her flesh, her body
now had a deep brown color. As they removed her from the
oven, steam rose from her cooked flesh. Cooking juices
dripped from her gapping vagina. A heavy cooking scent,
something like that of roasted pork, filled the air.

Moving the pewter tray to just in front of the headman's
hut, Pai took the first cuts of meat. Using a sharp
stone knife, Pai sliced off a portion of Melody's right
breast. Quickly he consumed the piece of meat. "It's
very good. Cook, you outdid yourself as usual."

As Pai had now taken the first bite, villagers lined up
to receive portions of the white woman's flesh. By order
of their status in the village, those near the top of
the social order getting the choicest cuts, Melody was
quickly consumed. Soon there was nothing left, save her
bones.

Previously Jessica and Cassandra hadn't realized what
was going on. They had been too caught up with the
effects of the have that had been administered to them.
It had been awhile now and it dawned on them that this
was their friend Melody that the villagers were in the
process of devouring. Jessica wanted to be sick.

Having satisfied his initial hunger, Pai looked down to
his two new slaves.

"They should eat something.", he told his wife, who at
that moment was more concerned about chewing the meat
from Melody's upper right arm. Pai ordered his guards to
hold Jessica and Cassandra down. Taking a piece of meat
in one hand, Pai placed in front of Jessica's mouth.
Jessica clamped her mouth shut as tightly as she could.
She would not become a cannibal. In Pai's other hand he
held the same sort of smelly substance that earlier had
so effectively powerd the white women's mouths open.
Holding his other hand with the odorous substance to
Jessica's nose again did the trick. Coughing, Jessica
had to open her mouth.

As she did, Pai thrust in the piece of meat. Holding
Jessica's mouth shut, Jessica was powerd to clew the
human meat and swallow it. Jessica was immediately
disgusted with herself, although she had to admit that
Melody's meat didn't taste all that bad.

Like Jessica, Cassandra had to endure a similar ordeal.
Having eaten the human meal, they each eyed each other
with disdain.

It was a long evening. Later that night Jessica and
Cassandra watched as the men of the village coated their
bodies with the red of the slain white woman. Wearing
elaborate costumes, they then danced until exhaustion
overcame them.

Jessica was powerd to stand in the center of the men's
dance. Around and around the men danced, making lewd
gestures to Jessica as they did. Jessica was nonplused
by all that had happened. Why were Cassandra and herself
fated to remain alive? It was not until near morning
that Jessica, Cassandra, and the rest of the village
finally went to relax. With a rope tied around their
necks and the other end attached to a Pai's hut, both
Jessica and Cassandra rested at the feet of their new
master.

Over the next period of several days, Jessica's and
Cassandra's have treatments continued. Unlike most
haves, where stronger and stronger doses are required
over a length of time in order to achieve a consistent
effect, the opposite was true for the noxious liquid
that the pair of white women were being powerd to
consume. Its effects tended to persist. Both Jessica and
Cassandra fell into a routine of vigorous sexual
couplings with both Pai and his wife. "Soon you will not
need further treatments. Enslaved by your own desires,
you will serve us for the rest of your days with no will
to escape," Pai's wife told them.

Cassandra doubted that she could ever willingly stay
with these horrid people. The pair of white slaves began
to milk. Both Jessica's and Cassandra's breasts felt
fuller and in just the few days that had transpired
their breasts actually increased in size. "You'll need a
larger bra size.", Jessica kidded Cassandra. Cassandra
wasn't in much of a mood for jokes.

Pai's wife smiled when she noticed the first sign of
milk flowing from their breasts. Kneeling Jessica's
breasts with both of her hands, more milk spurted from
Jessica's milk filled tits. Jessica cried out as Pai's
wife vulgarly pinched Jessica's nipples. Jessica felt
like a cow. "Excellent, I'll put you two to work
immediately.", Pai's wife announced to the pair. Turning
her attention directly to Jessica, Pai's wife told her,
"That's nothing compared to what you both will soon go
through."

Taken to another hut, Pai's wife indicated to Jessica to
sit down. "Get comfortable, you have allot of nursing to
do", Pai's wife told Jessica. As Jessica sat against a
corner of the hut, pair of tiny *****s were brought to
her. The babies cried incessantly. Although Jessica
wanted to hate the pair of helpless babies just as much
as she hated the adults of the village, a maternal
instinct that Jessica had never previously felt
overwhelmed her. One baby was placed at each of
Jessica's milk filled tits.

Never having held a baby before, the lady quickly
realizing this, the lady reached over and showed
Jessica how it was done. Sensing the feast that had
suddenly been made available to them, both *****s
needed no coaching to suckle. Jessica winced in pain as
the pair closed their hungry mouths around each of her
nipples. They immediately began to nurse. After a while
the babies sucking began to feel rather pleasant.
Jessica felt great relief as the pressure of the milk
buildup within her swollen tits began to subside.

A somewhat different job awaited Cassandra. Taken back
outside and to an adjoining pen, Cassandra came face to
face with a giant lady pig and her young.

"Lay down over there.", Pai's wife commanded. Over there
was a simply a bare patch of ground within the pen.
Cassandra guessed what she was going to be ordered to do
and didn't like it one bit. Cassandra hesitated. With an
abrupt push from Pai's wife, Cassandra positioned
herself on her back within the pen. The contact with the
ground caused Cassandra's skin to itch. Pai's wife then
gave a loud call and several of the piglets rushed over
to Cassandra.

With a little help from Pai's wife, the first two
piglets to reach Cassandra immediately attached
themselves to Cassandra's milk filled tits. Confused at
first to the location of the feeding points, the piglets
soon got the idea and stood up on their rear legs to
reach Cassandra's nipples.

Unfortunately the piglets weren't quite large enough to
reach Cassandra's nipples while standing on the ground.
Cassandra had to help the piglets up onto her chest so
that they could feed. Clamping down on Cassandra's
nipples, the piglets were a little rough. Soon however
Cassandra habituated to the pain and grew accustomed to
the flow of milk from her now massive tits.

Such became Jessica's and Cassandra's routine. Labor-
intensive chores, such as gathering wood for the making
of charcoal, house cleaning, as well as the nursing of
both human and natural babies by day, and vigorous bouts
of sexual chores by night, defined their existence. Pai
being unusually fertile, soon maned both Jessica's
and Cassandra's babies. In a few months their belies
would swell with young.

In the mean time, neither Jessica nor Cassandra could do
anything for the three white women remaining in the
cage. Passing by the women in the cage, both Jessica and
Cassandra tried not to look upon them. The thoughts of
what awaited them was just too painful. The cook had
decided that they all required fattening up. Given
plenty of food, mostly cereals and the fat left over
from the villager's meals, coupled with a lack of
exercise, the three white women increased their weight.

One day the cook decided that the two dark haired women,
Tara and Taren, were ready for the feast. Previously
deciding to broil them over an open fire, the white
women's preparation went somewhat differently than had
Melody's. As had been done to Melody, but with the
exception of their head hair, Tara and Taren had all of
their body hair removed. Their head was then neatly
bound into a shoulder length ponytail. That Tara and
Taren kept their head hair was do to the cook's sense of
melodrama.

Like any fine chef, the cook was always sensitive to the
appearance of his meals. He knew that the sight of the
women's hair swinging about the skewer would add allot
to Pai's appetite. Tara's and Taren's flesh properly
cleaned both inside and out, in the hot noontime sun
came the skewering. To minimize any possible problems,
Tara and Taren were simultaneously impaled. Held down
head first to the ground with their asses high in the
air by several strong men, another man stood ready with
the skewer.

With the skewer aimed at their vaginal openings, the men
responsible for the impaling waited for Pai's signal.
Pai first raised then dropped his hand. Having received
the signal, each man standing behind Tara and Taren
powerd the skewer forward and down into Tara's and
Taren's bodies. Tara's and Taren's coupled screams
filled the village just like the sound of an orchestra
fills an amphitheater. Blood gushed forth from their
pierced vaginas . Tara and Taren violently tried to free
themselves from the skewers. The men holding them had
done this before and were wise to any movements that the
women may make. With Herculean pushes, the tip of each
skewer could be seen exiting both Tara's and Taren's
mouths.

Enjoying the spectacle, Pai clapped his hands to his
thighs. He watched gleefully as Tara and Taren squirmed
about the skewers. Their lifered poured from their
bodies.

After Tara and Taren had finally expired, the cook's
assistants bound their wrists behind their backs and
their ankles to the skewer. Fires in a pair of shallow
pits were already ablaze. Above the fires they were then
placed. Just for the hell of it, Jessica and Cassandra
were ordered to turn the skewers. Staring ahead blankly,
Jessica and Cassandra did as they were told.

Their emotions were by now numbed by what they had
witnessed. By means of a homemade handle fitted to one
end of each skewer, Tara and Taren began to slowly
rotate above the fires. They would make a fine feast. As
for the one remaining white woman in the cage, Sandy,
witnessing first the cooking followed by the devouring
of her friends caused her to go quite mad.

Sandy began to babble meaninglessly from within the
cage. This must of spooked the natives. One day a group
of them opened the cage and let Sandy out. Running into
the jungle, Sandy was never seen again. It must be bad
karma to cook a crazy permister, thought Cassandra.

In the months that followed, Jessica's and Cassandra's
bellies swelled tremendously. The time for birthing
would soon fall upon them. Despite their condition, no
let up was made to their labors.

One day as Cassandra was nearing the end of her
pregnancy, the white man that had initially betrayed her
showed up in the village. While he was conferring with
Pai, a guard brought Cassandra over to them. No feeling
was left to her. In a previous life Cassandra would have
felt extreme anger towards the white man. Now nothing.

Speaking in English, a language that Cassandra had
almost forgotten existed, the white man said, "Well I
see that the villagers didn't eat you." Placing his hand
on her swollen belly, the white man continued, "Rather
they put you to another good use. You look like you're
due any day now. You know, you never belonged here. The
organization that I represent makes sure that these
people are protected. Outside influences are severely
restricted. When you six women crashed here those of us
in the organization had to act. We set into motion a
plan made up for just such an occurrence. Put simply, we
let the natives here do with you as they pleased,
knowing very well that the most likely outcome would be
that they would have you all for dinner and thus solve
the organization's problem."

Emotions suddenly returned to Cassandra. She fumed at
the thoughts running through her mind. It was known that
they were here all along. And yet this so called
organization did nothing.

"Being managed as it is, in a sense you could call this
place a zoo. That makes me the zookeeper. Welcome to the
zoo." The white man laughed at this last remark.
Fortunately for him, Pai had no understanding of
English. The white man finished his speech and Cassandra
was prodded back to her chores. So now Jessica and
Cassandra had realized their fate, to become exhibits in
a zoological park. Treated no better than common
naturals, they would serve out their days toiling for
their master Pai and bearing his youngren to boot.

END

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je sais que c'est pas le top mais essaye ça !!(soumis8); Que je perde pas le seul lecteur qui aime lire les histoires de cul comme moi

Bonsoir
J'aime aussi tes histoires mais en Francais de préférence
Pierre

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All My Regrets


Our house sat on a quiet street in a small town about 20
miles north of Birmingham, at that time our nearest
neighbor was about a ten-minute walk away. Of course now
the area is filled with subdivisions and yuppies, but at
that time it was a peaceful quiet place to grow up. We
had a low fence surrounding our backyard just to keep
naturals from tearing up the place but not high enough to
keep anyone from getting in.

Of course since our house was essentially surrounded by
about 40 miles of forest there were no worries about
burglars. My parents made a good living running a law
firm, dad was the senior partner and mom worked as the
office manager. This was the early 80's so even though
she was probably smarter than him and also had a law
degree that was the only job she was offered. I had been
attending a co-ed private school called Merritt for the
last several years and would graduate in the spring then
begin attending high school, which of course I was very
excited about.

It was a fairly warm day for late fall, school was out
for a teacher workday and my parents were both going to
be at work for the next several hours. I wasn't supposed
to use the pool without someone around to watch me, but
since no one could conceivably catch me I changed into my
swimsuit and went outside to swim. As I walked across the
grass feeling it tickle my toes I thought about my
homework for that night and paid no attention to anything
going on around me.

As I said it was a late fall day but still fairly warm
yet and the birds had yet to fly further south nor had
the squirrels gone into hibernation. But I don't remember
really noticing any of this as I walked out to the pool
that day, removed the cover, and slipped into the water.

I remember wanting to get a tan but the sun was partly
covered that afternoon so instead I just swam around in
the pool. It was at least two hours before the sun came
out strong enough, at which time I climbed out of the
pool, spread out a towel and lay down on it. I lay there
for a while reading a book when I began to feel somewhat
drowsy so I put the book aside and lay down to nap.

At this point I guess I should tell you that I was a
virgin. Having no boys nearby to play doctor with and no
opportunity at school I had never even been kissed by a
boy other than a quick one on a dare when I was in
kindergarten. I had a general idea of what sex only
because the books I read often mentioned it in passing
usually when two characters "gave into their passions".

I had also heard a little about it in church, where the
pastor told us that it was an evil thing and that if we
participated in it we would go to hell. Looking back I am
not sure if I ever took it seriously or not, I had
reached puberty and was beginning to get my period (I was
on my period when this happened) but sex just wasn't
something that seemed very interesting, inviting, or even
accessible so I just didn't think about it.

I, of course, don't remember falling arelax but I do
remember being awoken abruptly to a noise outside the
fence. I couldn't have been arelax that long because the
sun really hadn't moved that far. The noise sounded very
different from the normal ambient background I was used
to around the house. Normally out by the pool you can
hear leaves and sometimes branches falling to the ground,
the squirrels running around looking for nuts, and the
occasional possum or deer also hunting for food through
the leaves. This sound was similar to those, I could hear
leaves and branches rustling but the natural itself
sounded bigger than I was used to.

I got up and walked over to the fence holding my towel
around me and gazed out into the forest. I couldn't see
very far in because of the closeness of the trees and
bushes, but I didn't see anything moving, nor could I
hear anything anymore. Thinking it was probably a deer I
walked back over beside the pool and lay down. I had
almost drifted off again when I heard a thump from behind
me and the sound of feet. I jumped up from the blanket
and looked around, but no one was there. As I turned
around to lay back down I heard a growl and that's when I
saw him.

Standing on all four legs watching me from about ten feet
away was a dog. I had always wanted a dog and my parents
had bought me several books with pictures so that I could
pick out the one I wanted, but they never did buy it for
me. The one in front of me must have been a mutt because
it looked like a combination of a pit bull and a golden
retriever. It stood there staring at me with its yellow
eyes, watching my every move. Not knowing what to do I
decide to stand up and calmly walk away but as I began to
get to my feet the dog suddenly moved closer and began
growling again. I paused for a moment, trying to figure
out what to do.

When the dog just stood there I started to stand again,
he jumped forward bared his teeth and started barking. He
was less than a foot from me and I could smell his breath
in the air as he looked at me. I was so scared I couldn't
even think straight, but I knew that if I got up and
tried to run he would probably catch me and hurt me. So I
slowly lay back down on the blanket, keeping my eyes on
him. When I was prone on the ground again he moved
forward slowly and stuck his snout in my face and barked,
this scared me so bad I started to cry. He began
wandering around me, sniffing at me and every once in a
while he would scratch at me, leaving small red marks on
my arm. Maybe I should try talking to him I thought.

"Good dog, Good dog. " I said, " Can I pet you good
doggie?"

I kept trying this tactic but he ignored me and kept up
his inspection. He had made almost two full trips around
me when he finally stopped on my left side and began
concentrating on my butt. I started to squirm a little
when he stuck his nose right between my legs, when I
moved he began to growl again. I was wearing a one-piece
swimsuit, which covered my ass completely (why wear a two
piece, no one could see it?). I was looking back watching
him; he kept nudging my butt with his snout and then
looking up at me.

I had no idea what he wanted, if I had I would have run
and because I was going to get hurt either way. He waited
for a minute or so for me to do something and when I
didn't he moved over behind me and sat down on my legs.
He wasn't a large dog overall, but very heavy and I found
that I had trouble even moving my legs. That is when he
started to make his move. He reached up with his forelegs
and began digging at my ass with his claws scratching
long redy marks through the suit and on my tender skin.
I began screaming and crying but he didn't care, he just
kept at it as fast as he could until the bottom of the
suit tore off and fell beside us.

Completely in shock I just lay there with him sitting on
me, tears running down my eyes, red running down my
exposed and vulgarized ass. Turning to look behind me I
could see the dog looking down at my butt, then he bent
over and began to lick the red off of me. Then he
slowly moved his tongue down into my crotch. When he ran
its rough surface over my vagina I jumped sorry,
at which point he started growling again. When he was
satisfied I wasn't going to move anymore he resumed his
inspection of me. I couldn't stop crying, I had never
hated anything more! No one had ever touched me there
sexually including me and now this disgusting dog was
licking at me!

This continued on for several minutes and I eventually
stopped crying. Then I began to get truly afraid, what
was this dog going to do? Was he going to ******* me or hurt
when he finished doing whatever he was doing? What if my
parents came home and caught me? Thinking back now this
actually felt good but I was too scared to appreciate it.
The dog continued licking me, his long tongue exploring
into my special place.

I don't know how long this went on but when he was
finally finished and stood up my crotch was wet from
red, dog saliva, and my own juices. He got up on all
fours and began barking at me. I turned around to look at
him, having no idea what he wanted. He kept staring at me
and barking then put his head down on my ass and gave me
a little push. I still didn't move because I was afraid
he would hurt me again. He barked and pushed again. When
I still didn't move he bit me.

The Tape


Getting up the next morning was extremely difficult not
only physically but mentally as well. My wounds had begun
to heal somewhat over night and they were stiff, worst of
all was my crotch area, which was red and swollen from
the use. My mind was racing all through breakfast and
my stomach churned with tension. I was ashamed and
depressed about my actions, but another thought weighed
even heavier on my mind. What if mom and dad found out?

I knew that I had covered up the pool and hidden the
swimsuit but I was very worried about the spots on the
lawn. Since today was a school day I wouldn't have time
to check them or cover them up so I had to hope that
neither mom nor dad would go out there before I got home
from school.

After eating I got in the car with mom and dad and rode
with them to the bus stop just like every morning. They
would drop me off here and I could catch the bus, then at
the end of the day the bus would drop me off her and I
would walk the two miles home.

I never worried about anything happening to me before,
there just wasn't any thing to worry about. But after
yesterday I began to dread that walk.

I limped through school that day and had a hard time
sitting still in my seat. The cotton panties I was
wearing kept rubbing against my bare swollen vagina and
irritating it further, plus the hard wooden chair hurt
the scratches on my ass. When recess came I just sat
around watching everyone else play dodge ball, told the
teacher my stomach hurt. My friends Melinda and Terry
came by to talk to me after they were knocked out of the
game.

"Are you ok Sara?" Terry asked sitting down next to me
with Melinda on the other side "You look kinda funny and
your not wearing any eye shadow." We had just learned how
to wear makeup and it was a source of pride to us, I must
have been too spaced out to put any on. Without waiting
for an answer Melinda started talking.

"I saw the best lipstick yesterday at the Dollar store,
it was cherry red and is supposed to taste like cherries
too! The package said that boys just love it! I wanted to
get some but my mom said it would make me look bad." She
stated sourly. She kept on this track of conversation for
several minutes before either Terry or I could speak
again.

"Sara did you hear me? Are you sick?" Terry inquired
again Terry, Melinda, and I had been friends since our
first day of kindergarten when we meet in the lunch line.
They were sisters by birth, but you couldn't tell by
looking at them. Melinda was short and chubby or "big-
boned" as her lady called it. She had the misfortune of
being the first girl in our class to develop and boy did
she ever! While I was still wearing my training bra she
was in a b-cup and now that I had finally moved up to a B
she was actually already in a D! But because of her
weight they tended to blend in rather well with the rest
of her body and the boys didn't really notice.

The other girls however did notice and teased her
constantly about them, which made her very embarrassed.
Terry on the other hand had absolutely no body what so
ever. She was actually a year older than us, fourteen,
but in the same class and still didn't even need a
training bra yet although she wore one anyway just to
prevent being different. Terry was extremely skinny and
tall; it seemed no matter how much she ate she never
gained weight so the girls called her "beanpole" or
"Ribs" because sometimes in gym class you could see her
ribs.

Neither girl was well liked at school for these reamisters,
which made us natural friends because no one liked me
either. I lived so far out in the woods that the other
girls thought I was "dirty and inbred", so the three of
us banded together. Terry and Melinda were also the
closet girls to me, living only about 9 miles or so away.

"Just my stomach feels a little funny is all Terry.
Thanks," I replied.

"Sure you don't want to play ball with us?" Melinda
asked. I shook my head. "Ok we will be out there if you
change our mind. We are still having the dream party at
your place on Saturday right?"

"Yeah, Saturday at eight." I confirmed.

Both girls then went off to play in the new game that was
just starting. I knew they would be back soon because all
the other girls would target them first. Sitting there in
the sand with my back to the school wall I don't think I
was ever more depressed before or since. I simply could
not get over the shame of what had happened to me, or the
fear that I would be caught. I also knew that I could
never go into the back yard alone again!

I sat there for most of recess, and then went inside
early before the bell rang, to use the restroom. The
remainder of the day went by slowly but without incident
and I took the bus towards home. When I got off the bus I
checked my little watch, 2:30, and it would take me about
thirty minutes to walk home which meant I should have
time to clean the grass before mom and dad got home. All
I had to do was get home safely which considering what
happened the day before was a very daunting prospect.

So instead of walking I ran. At this point in my life my
body was closer to Melinda's than it was to Terry's. I
didn't have Melinda's weight or breasts but I was heavier
and bustier than most girls in the class. I was also,
recess games aside, totally unused to regular physical
activity. I managed to run most of the first mile home,
but then I simply could not go a step farther. A couple
of cars passed me on the road, but none stopped to help
me.

Once I reached the point of exhaustion I was just leaving
the main road and heading out onto my street, it was at
least another mile to my house. I stopped here to rest,
there was a small tree which had fallen over I the last
big storm so I sat my book bag on the ground an hopped up
on the tree to rest.

The main road runs straight on through the forest (the
same one as at my house) and my street which branches off
of it just goes deeper into the forest. The place where
the two roads meet was really just a clearing with thick
vine covered trees and bushes all around it.

I was very nervous about being so close to the woods, but
couldn't see any place else to sit until I was rested. I
had not been sitting there more than a minute or so when
an old brown pickup truck drove down the main road from
the direction I had come, and turned off onto my street.
The truck was more rust than actual metal and the engine
backfired several times as it came to a stop. The
driver's door, which was on the opposite side from me,
opened and a head appeared.

I started to panic, as I had no idea who this was, but I
didn't want to run to the woods. That was the last place
I wanted to go. The man came around the front of the
truck and suddenly I recognized him, it was Mr. McGraw
who lived two miles further down the road. There were two
houses along the street between his house, and ours,
which was at the very end of the road.

"Sara honey, is that you?" Mr. McGraw asked loudly
adjusting his glasses and peering at me.

I knew the McGraw's pretty well because my parents often
invited them over to the house for dinner when I was
younger. My dad and Mr. McGraw also used to go fishing
quite often. But Mrs. McGraw had died almost a year ago;
he and dad hadn't done much fishing since then. I heard
mom talking about him a few weeks ago on the phone to one
of her friends. They were trying to get him to go out on
a date with another woman but Mr. McGraw insisted that at
55 he was too old to date, mom seemed to think it was a
silly reamister.

"Yes Mr. McGraw it's me. Just taking a break on my way
home from school."
"Well hon., I hardly recognize you! You must have grown
five feet since I last saw you! Come over here and let me
get a good look at you. And call me Sam, none of this Mr.
McGraw stuff out of you anymore."

I hopped off the fallen log, grabbed my bag, and went
over towards the truck. Mr. McGraw was wearing a pair of
old dirt stained coveralls, a plaid shirt, and a pair of
boots. He had a pair of gloves stuck in one of the
pockets, what looked like a roll of tape in another, and
a large bowie knife dangling from a chain attached to his
belt. He leaned against the truck as I came up and fished
in his pocket eventually pulling out a cigarette and
lighter. As I crossed onto the road and stood in front of
him he lit the cigarette and put the lighter back in his
pocket.

"Why you have grown at least three feet he remarked, what
has your lady been feeding you?" he remarked smiling at
me "I always knew you would be a very pretty girl and it
looks like I was right."

"Thank you," I muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"Why don't you hop in the truck and I will take you the
rest of the way home, you look extremely tired, you must
have been running."

I probably should have been nervous, my lady had told
me never to get into a car with anyone except her or dad,
but Mr. McGraw was a close friend and had always been
nice to me so once he finished his smoke we both got in
the old truck and drove off. We headed down the bumpy
dirt street for a minute or so when Mr. McGraw turned to
me.

"Sara, I need some help with something at my house. I got
a wrench stuck behind my clothes drier and I cannot reach
it because my hands are too big. Sense you have such
small hands would you mind coming to my house and helping
me get it."

"No Mr. McGraw, I don't guess so."

"Sara." He said very sternly, "I told you before to call
me Sam. You're going to have to learn how to follow
directions girl." He said this with a smile, but the tone
in his voice made it sound less like a joke and more like
a command.

"Yes sir, I mean Sam."

"Sir is fine girl, Sam is fine, there are others things
that are fine too, but we can get into that later. For
now just don't call me Mr. McGraw." His expression
changed when he said this, but it was not a facial
expression I had seen before. I assumed I had made him
mad so I sat quietly as we passed my house and continued
on down the road. We pulled into his driveway and up to
his house, a sprawling two-story ranch style, which was
surrounded on all sides by a very high wooden fence
topped with barbed wire.

I didn't remember it being there the last time I was
here, and it looked as if he had just put it up over the
last year or so. The forest itself stopped only about ten
feet from the fence, and some of the taller trees even
leaned over into the yard inside. Mr. McGraw got out and
opened the padlock on the two double doors, swung them
open then got back in the truck and drove us in. He
stopped the car, and went back outside the fence.

I turned around in the seat to watch, and was surprised
to see him close the large gates and then enter back into
the yard through a smaller doorway, which he padlocked
behind him. That's when I began to get scared. After what
had happened yesterday this seemed extremely odd and I
almost demanded that he take me home instead and ask my
dad for help later, but before I could say anything he
started walking towards the house and motioned me inside
with a wave of his arm. I got down from the truck,
leaving my bag inside, and walked into the house. I
distinctly remember looking back over my shoulder at
those locked gates and thinking that it was very odd. If
only I had been smarter.

Inside the house was dark and very smelly. The smell
wasn't bad necessarily; it was just very unusual and very
strong. I just assumed that Mr. McGraw hadn't cleaned
much since his wife died and that the place was simply a
little dirtier than I was used to. The house was
essentially undecorated, there were very few pictures or
paintings on the wall, the furniture was bland and
sparse, and the lighting was poor. Even with most of the
lights on in the hallway I had trouble seeing in great
detail.

To my right was what looked like the living room with a
couch and two plush chairs facing an odd looking TV.
There was a coffee table in the middle of the room with
boxes on it, and an old faded rug underneath the table.
In front of me was a long hallway with closed doors every
few feet and through the open door in the end I could see
the fridge, so I assumed that was the kitchen. The stairs
to the second floor were on my left and they curved up
out of sight.

"Go and sit on the couch hon, be with you in just a
minute." Mr. McGraw said pointing into the room on the
right.

"Ok." I said. The room was fairly plain, just the rug and
a painted box that looked like a large doghouse. Sitting
down on the couch I reached out to coffee table and
picked up one of the boxes. It was black and seemed to be
made of plastic; it had a little hinge at the end that
looked like it should flip up. On top of the box were two
clear plastic windows and inside was what looked like
tape on spools. This looked a lot like the tapes that mom
and dad recorded when working at home, except for those
were much smaller. On one of the sides there was a label,
which reads "Kelly, 19 unedited 12/03/84".

I put the box down and picked up one or two of the
others, they had similar labels one of which was
"Margaret, 42 3/23/82". I noticed that one in particular
because Margaret was the name Mr. McGraw's now dead wife.
I sat there for quite awhile looking at the boxes before
Mr. McGraw finally came back. When he entered the room he
was carrying another one of the boxes and without saying
a word he walked over to the odd looking TV. The TV was
kinda weird because it had a machine with blinking lights
sitting on top of it. The machine looked like it was
hooked to the TV and had a slot in the front where Mr.
McGraw pushed the box into before turning to face me.

"Do you know what this is?' He asked while bending over
to turn on the TV. Without waiting for me to answer he
spoke again. " This is called a VCR. It stands for Video
Cassette Recorder and its quite expensive. With it I can
play tapes like the one you hold in your hand there that
have video on them, just like TV. I also have two cameras
for making the tapes, one downstairs that's very heavy
but excellent quality, and another that's portable but
doesn't film quite as well. I want to show you a tape I
made yesterday."

He pushed a button on the tape machine and walked across
the room to sit next to me. The static on the screen soon
disappeared and was replaced by a picture of a man
walking through the woods. You could see his steps and
hear them very clearly and it looked like he was trying
to be quiet. Then the camera moved up to show a house
with a large yard. In the yard was a pool. And in the
pool was a girl. Me. I was so shocked I nearly fell of
the couch. Before I could do anything Mr. McGraw reached
over and grasped my hands pulling me towards him. He
grabbed me around the shoulders with one arm, and the
used his other hand to power my face towards the screen.

He was too strong for me to fight. On the screen the
camera zoomed in on me getting out of the water and
laying down on the blanket to read. I watched myself
eventually put the book down and then drift off to relax.
The camera moved around for a few minutes until it was no
more than about twenty feet from me but still in the
woods peering over the fence. Then I heard a voice come
from the TV.

"Ok Razor, there she is. Go fuck that little whore."

The voice was Mr. McGraw. Suddenly the camera swung down
to show a dog as it ran through the woods and jumped the
fence. I recognized it immediately; it was burned into my
brain. It was the one that ****d me the day before. The
dog leaped the fence then circled around the pool to
approach my prone body from upfront. Then it began.

The sniffing, the scratching, and eventually the licking.
I sat there on Mr. McGraw's lap and we watched it
together, me in shocked silence while he talked about
what was happening. I could feel his penis through his
overalls; it was erect and hard the whole way through the
tape.

We watched as the dog, Razor ripped off my suit and began
licking my pussy. We watched as he bit my leg and then
pushed me into position, as he mounted me and took my
virginity. I sat there on Mr. McGraw's lap with his cock
straining through his overalls against my ass watching
his dog repeatedly **** me.

When the first time was over while the dog and I rested,
Mr. McGraw spoke. "Well Sara honey that sure was some
performance you put on there. I really enjoyed it. As a
matter of fact, I enjoyed it so much I have a hard on. I
think the least you can do, since it's your fault I have
it, is to help me get rid of it."

With those words he stood me up, holding my arm with one
hand he undid his pants and freed his cock. It looked
very long and it was kind of shiny on the end with a
little bit of cum oozing out the top. I tried to pull
away but he held me fast, and then yanked me down to my
knees in front of him. He pulled so hard I thought for a
moment he had broken my arm.

"Take your little mouth, and swallow my cock you little
skuzzy whore or I am going to make sure an anonymous
permister mails a copy of that tape to your parents along
with a machine to view it." When I still hesitated he
yelled "SUCK IT NOW!"

He put one of his hands behind my hand and powerd my
mouth down onto his crotch. As he did I looked up into
his face expecting that maybe this was a joke, maybe it
was some kind of dream, but the smile he had made me sure
that what was happening was real.

My heart sank from the shame and misery of the moment as
his dick touched my lips and the pressure of his hand
powerd his cock into my moist mouth. He kept pushing
until I nearly fetishd, I could feel the head of his cock
actually going down my throat and I started to gag.
That's when he first kicked me, putting the heel of his
boot into my side leaving a bruise and making me start to
cry.

"Don't fetish on it whore. Suck it! Move your head up and
down like this." His hand changed positions grabbing and
handful of my hair and pulling my head up which dragged
my mouth along his cock. His penis wasn't old and
wrinkled like the rest of him but fairly smooth with some
thick veins running along it. " Now you go back down on
me, keep sucking as you do."

This went on for several minutes, him alternately
dragging my young mouth up and down his cock while
instructing me on the proper techniques for pleasing him.
He taught me how to roll my tongue around the tip of his
penis and how to use my hands to play with his balls. On
the television behind me the sounds of my bestial ****
played out through the room.

I could hear my cries for help and the dogs barking as he
cruelly penetrated my virgin body. The tape also featured
the sounds of Mr. McGraw masturbating while filming all
the while urging on the dog quietly. But as I sat there
on the floor with his hard cock in my mouth I started
crying again every time I heard myself scream on the
tape, because I realized that at least half the screams
weren't of pain, but of pleasure.

It wasn't long before Mr. McGraw came in my mouth, the
first time I had ever tasted human cum. Some of it flowed
down my throat and into my stomach, the rest spilled from
my tiny mouth and out onto my chest. As he finished I sat
down onto the floor, resting on my knees and looked up at
this man who I had once trusted, now a man I hated for
the pain and shame he had put me through.

"Good girl," he said resting his head back on the couch
and gazing down at me "Now wasn't that fun? No? Well it
will be, once you get used to it. See now that I have
you, I don't think I am ever going to let you go. Oh I
mean you will still live with your parents, and still be
there little darling girl most of the time. But in
reality you will be nothing more than my playing thing,
to do with as I please. And if you ever disobey me or try
to tell anyone, I guess I will just have to send out this
videotape, or one of the others we will soon make. And
that will ruin your miserable life."

I sat there on the floor in shock. I had hoped that once
he was done cumming that he would let me go, and it
slowly dawned on me that it wouldn't ever happen. He
continued, "Yea we're going to make some more tapes you
and I. Plus Razor and some of his friends of course.
Probably some of my friends too once you learn how to
fuck properly. Now you remember how I told you to call me
Sam before?"

I nodded.

"I didn't mean that. I want you to call me... Daddy. And
I think I'll call you... Bitch. Just like a dog. Won't
that be fun?"

Pris en flag


Jour de repos, je pars pour le centre ville .... Je prends ma caisse et me gare au parking du centre commercial .... y'a pas mal de monde ... j'aime pas ça mais bon. Je pars tranquillement faire un tour dans les boutiques. Je me suis levé tard, pas de branle ce matin, suis un peu chaud ..... Je me dirige vers les chiottes, y'aura surement une petite salope pour me pomper la queue .... Je m'installe devant les urinoirs, sors ma pine qui commence déjà à gonfler .... Je n’attends pas longtemps, un petit brun au sourire ravageur se pose à coté de moi. Il sort sa bite et se branle tranquillement, il se tourne vers moi et me branche sévère en me regardant comme une pute en manque. Je bande grave, je mouille même ... il me fait signe de la main, il remballe mister matos, je fais de même et le suit. On traverse le centre commercial, on n'a pas encore échangé le moindre mot, il prend la direction du sous sol ... les parkings .... Je ne suis pas trop chaud car y'a des vigiles qui tournent et des caméras partout. Il s'engouffre dans le dernier escalier .... À vrai dire, je ne suis jamais encore passé par celui ci ..... Il sort sa queue direct et me dit "tu suces ", suis comme un con croyant que j'allais mener le jeu ... pas grave, je me fou à genoux et avale sa bite déjà bien raide, elle est trop bonne ... je me la mets bien au fond ... il adore et pousse des petits cris qui m'excitent grave. On est là tranquille dans les escaliers comme dans mon salon, moi à genoux en train de gémir une bonne pine dans le gosier .... il me la sort de la bouche, me regarde sévère et me dit "tu te fais enculer ? " je laisse passer deux secondes et lui dit " ça arrive " ... ça l'énerve, il me relève, me dit "ferme ta gueule et écartes ton cul.. Je vais te la mettre ". Je suis grave chaud, j'ai trop envie de me faire défoncer. Je crache dans ma main et m'enduit le cul de salive, il attend même pas et me glisse sa pine direct sur le fion, il rentre facile ... commence les vas et viens .... Je prends mon pied grave .... Il s'agite dans mon cul .... M’écarte bien le cul, me power à me pencher bien en avant pour mieux me la mettre ...... il me gueule "t'aimes ça te faire mettre sale pute " ... j’adore, je me sens trop bien .... Il a une sacré pine qui me laboure le fion et me fait gémir de plaisir ..... Je le sens chauffer grave ... il me demande à gicler dans mon cul ... suis ok il m'assure être clean .... Il y va a fond, me saisie bien par les hanches .... Se déchaine dans mon cul ... soudain la port en haut de l'escalier s'ouvre, un jeune mec style racaille 20 ans descend les escaliers un peu surpris par la scène, mon enculeur continue mister travail avec encore plus de motivation. Le jeune s'approche, moi suis hyper mal dans ma peau .... J’ai la honte grave ... mais j'avoue que c'est trop bon. Il matte mon cul et la bite qui rentre dedans .... Il me regarde avec un regard qui en dit long ... il ne dit rien, sors sa pine et se branle en matant le spectacle à moins de 20 cm de nous .... je sens la cadence accélérer dans mon trou, des cris de jouissance .... De grands coups bien au fond ... il gicle dans mon cul .... Je me vide sur le sol ... ça dure une éternité .... Je prends vraiment mon pied, il est encore à l'intérieur .... Il regarde le jeune et lui dit cash "tu veux la place ?" le mec fais un signe de la tête et viens prés de mon cul .... Mon enculeur sort sa bite, le sperme coule un peu .... Je n’ai pas trop le temps de me reposer ... une autre bite un peu plus large prends la place au fond de mon trou .... il me fais cambrer et me mets la main sur la bouche en disant "ferme ta gueule comme ma meuf " ...il s’agite, la sors et la rentre deux ou trois fois ... me la mets bien au fonds et lâche des gros jets de sperme .... Sors sa bite devant le regard de mon ex enculeur, me crache à la gueule et me traite de sale pd ..... J’ai mal au cul ... ça dégouline .....Je remonte mon fut, regarde une dernière fois les deux mecs et je remonte l'escalier avec du mal à marcher ..... J’ai vraiment pris mon pied

Histoire vraie, je vous assure .....

Les Noirs ne peuvent être majorette



Chapitre 1

Madame Simmons savait que ce jour viendrait. Après tant d'année a tenter de garder une équipe normale, elle dut finalement obéir et prendre des filles noirs dans mister équipe de majorettes, constituée uniquement de filles blanches, sa la dérangeait d'avoir a dépeindre la beauté de ces 9 jeunes petites femmes avec des jeunes filles noirs, mais l'administration de l'école lui a demandé plus d'égalité dans chaque activités.

Ce n'était pas par racisme que Madame Simone refusait l'accès de mister équipe à de jeunes filles noirs. Elle préférait juste travailler avec de jeunes filles blanches qui étaient bien plus docile et pleine d'entrain, comparée aux habituelles femmes noires autoritaire et demandantes.

Alors avec beaucoup de mécontentement, elle ouvrit ses portes aux canditariat noir de l'école. Elle demandât même a certaines filles de l'équipe d'essayer d'inviter quelque blacks.

Malgré la forte compagne de recrutement, aucune fille noire ne signait. Madame Simmons pensât qu'elles devaient être habituée à l'équipe de jeunes femmes blanches, et qu'elles n'étaient pas intéressées par l'activité.

Il y en eu une.

Trish était très athlétique et était une magnifique étudiante avec sa peau brune. Elle approchât l'entraineuse un jour alors que l'équipe s'entrainaient dans le gymnase. Simmons la vit une fois et lui offrit une place. Elle avait enfin sa joueuse d'origine noire, montant le nombre de participantes à un total de 10

Même si Madame Simmons était inquiété vis a vis d'avoir une joueuse noire dans l'équipe, elle savait qu'elle n'avait pas le choix. Cependant malgré ses réserves elle fut assez impressionnée de Trish. Elle venait assez tôt aux entrainements et contribuait réellement à l'équipe. L'équipe travaillait même mieux depuis qu'elle était dedans.

Après deux semaines Simmons commençait à se sentir a l'aise avec Trish. Même le respect qu'avaient jeunes majorettes pour Trish était évident. Trish était toujours le centre de l'attention elle elles la suivait partout ou elle allait.

Il y eu des rumeurs parlant d'elle comme d'une capitaine d'équipe. C'était de mauvais augure pour Amber. Voyez vous Amber était déjà la grande capitaine de l'équipe. Pendant 4 années elle eu travaillée très dur pour obtenir ce titre de capitaine et ne voulait pas la perdre pour une jeune noiraude qui n'était dans l'équipe que depuis quelques semaines.

Bientôt Madame Simmons devint inquiète a propos des tentatives visible d'Amber visant à saboter la progression de Trish. Elle faisait de dur commentaires derrière mister dos et ne lui était d'aucune aide.

Mais après quelques semaines, ce fut inutile. Toutes les autres filles blanches était visiblement du coté de Trish. Leurs attitudes devinrent un peu plus étrange lorsqu'elles étaient proche d'elle. Les filles n'osaient presque jamais la regarder dans les yeux et l'entraineuse ne vit permisterne marcher face a elle. Elles étaient habituellement a ses cotés ou derriere elle, mais jamais face a face. Très étrange.

Hélas, Madame Simons avait d'autre choses a se préocupper. Plusieurs de ses meilleurs filles quittaient l'equipe. C'était de mauvaise aucune si elle voulait maintenir le niveau d'equipe a mister plus haut point de compétition.

Elle en vint presque a les supplier de rester. Et alors qu'elle leur demandait pourquoi elle partaient, elle ne put en croire ses oreilles. D'une certaine facon, elles étaient persuadée de ne pas être assez bien pour etre majorette et elle ne méritait pas leur place ici.

Au bout du compte Madame Simons ne put les empecher de rendre leurs uniforme et quitter l'equipe. Elle ne put s'empecher de remarquer qu'elle était egalement les moins jolies filles blanches qui étaient alors dans l'equipe. 

Heureusement, remarquant le succès de Trish, quelques jeunes blacks demandèrent a rejoindre l'equipe. N'aillant aucune alternative, Simons les accéptat dans le groupe et elle avait a présent 6 caucassiennes pour 4 blacks.

Avec la mixité des couleurs, Simons redevint concentrée sur leur entrainement. En quelques semaines l'equipe faisait encore mieux qu'elle n'avait jamais vue depuis longtemps, et dépassait de loin le niveau de compétition des autres écoles.

Durant le mois suivant, deux nouvelles blacks avaient réjoint l'equipe apportant le total de participante a 12 : 6 black et 6 caucassiennes. Simons fut félicitée par l'ecole pour avoir réussit l'intégrassion si facilement. Mieux encore, la coach fut heureuse de voir que l'hostilité entre Amber et Trish avait disparut. Apparement, dans magnifique preuve de bonne volonté, Amber donnat a Trish le poste de capitaine. Madame Simons était un peu surprise par cela. Amber avait tellement voulut ce poste depuis qu'elle était une jeune recrue. Cependant c'était Trish qui tenait le titre et toute les autres filles en semblaient heureuse.

Fait encore plus inhabituelle, Amber semblait a present tout faire pour rendre Trish confortable. Par exemple le massage des pieds. Après chaque séance Miss Simons entrait dans le vestiaire et voyais mister ancienne capitaine caucassienne masser gentimment les pieds fatigués et en sueur de Trish. Simon était un peu décu que Trish ne lui retourne jamais la faveur, or meme ne lui donne jamais , lorsque le massage était finit un merci.

Un autre geste sympathique d'Amber était de s'assoire sur le sol plutot que sur le banc lorsqu'elles se changeait. Malgrès les difficultés évidentes de mettre l'uniforme de majorette en étant sur le sol, Amber ne semblait pas se gener de laisser plus de place a la jeune noire.

Mais le plus grand changement était a quel point toute les autres filles blanches semblaient suivre l'attitude d'Amber. Chaque caucassienne était devenut plus proche d'une noir en particulier, aproximativement du même age. Les caucassiennes semblaient rester constamment proche de leur nouvelle amie noire et Simons en vit même une qui portait les livres de mister amie dans des couloirs.

Après un autre mois les choses s'améliorèrent. Plusieurs collègues venaient pour voir les routines et Madame Simons était simplement très fiere de ses filles. Avoir des filles d'origines différentes devenait alors une très bonne idée.

Cependant, les choses n'étaient pas aussi parfaite qu'elles en avaient l'air. Malgrès toute les gentillesse des jeunes filles blanches, les blacks n'avaient pas encore montrée la moindre bonne volonté en retournant les faveurs, et la coach était persuadée que les blacks n'appréciait même pas cette amicalité.

Comme lors des douches. Normalement chaque filles avait le droit a une seule serviette pour se sécher. Cependant depuis quelque temps lorsqu'elles sortaient de la douche, les noirs avaient deux serviette entourée autour de leurs corps. Une cachant leur poitrines et l'autre autour de la taille.

Les jeunes blanches sortaient non loin derrière, nue et trempée. Alors que les noirs se séchaient devant les casiers, les blanches s'assayait sur le sol, attendant qu'elles finissent. Enfin après quelques dix bonnes minutes les jeunes blacks leur tendaient leurs serviettes humide afin de se sécher.

Au début Simons pensat a en parler avec Trish, qui était la plus imfluante des filles de l'equipe. Mais voyant comment tout ce passait bien, elle ne voulait pas vraiment perturber les choses. Et de plus, les jeunes filles ne semblaient pas être génée de faire toute ces faveurs a leurs camarades.

Les choses devinrent alors encore plus bizarre. 
Normalemnt durant les compétitions de football, les fans ne mistert pas très entousiaste, cependant pour une raimister inconnue, ils étaient aujourd'hui comme en délire. A chaque fois qu'une des majorettes blanches faisait un saut ou se penchait, la foule devenait très mouvementée et encourageatrice.

La coach esperait que c'était pour leur progres considérable. Puis elle remarquat qu'aucune des noirs n'avait autant de soutien durant leurs excercices, et que les jeunes filles blanches rougissaient a chaque fois qu'ils terminaient leur mouvements. Simons devint alors soupconneuse. Curieuse, elle se mit face aux filles et attendit leur mouvements.

Tout d'abord Trish fit un très bon attérissage, avec un pied balancé dans la main de la fille sous elle et mister autre pied levé en l'air. C'est un mouvement habituelle, et tout ce qu'on pouvait voir était la culotte de mister uniforme et ses jambes noirs. pas très impressionnant.

Puis une des filles blanches, Sara, se préparat a faire le même mouvement. Elle vit mister entraineuse la regarder et commencat a paniquer , mais la black derriere elle la retint par la taille et la bloquat fermement. Alors qu'elle murmurait quelque chose dans l'oreille de Sara, Sara baissat la tête et acquiessat. Après quelque seconde Sara avait sautée. Alors que Sara levat sa jambe, la machoire de Madame Simons s'ouvrit en grand. le vagin de Sara était complétement exposé au public. Alors que les fans exploserent derriere elle, Simons regardat le visage de Sara devenir rouge pivoine de honte alors qu'elle baissat les yeux au sol.

Madame Simons était complétement estomaquée. Sara avait elle intensionnelement laissé mister corps sans sous vetements ou avait elle simplement oubliée? Alors qu'elle continuat a regarder le reste des filles elle eu sa reponse. Alors que toute les noirs portait une culotte, aucune des filles blanches n'avait quelque chose sous leur mini jupes.

Ne voulant pas provoquer un scandale, Simons autorisat les filles a rester sur le terrain. Mais à la fin du match, elle était outragée. Alors qu'elles retournaient dans les vestiaires, Trish pris mister entraineuse par derriere.

"Hey, Madame, il y a quelque chose qui ne va pas?"

"Je dirais certainement oui. La moitié de tes camarades ne portait pas de culotte pendant le match d'aujourd'hui!"

"Oh.. sa. C'est pas vraiment grave. On leur a dit de le faire."

"QUOI?"

"Oui Madame, on a dit au caucassienne de ne pas porter de culotte pendant le match."

"Mais pourquoi ferais tu cela?"

"Pour augmenter l'excitement de notre séance. On savait que voir des chattes nous rapporterais du succès au près des fans durant la partie."

"C'est une terrible idée. Et pourquoi juste les filles blanches? J'ai vu que toute les noirs de l'equipe portait des culottes!"

"Parce que franchement Madame Simons, on est pas des salopes. Nous avons trop de respect envers nos corps pour les montrer comme sa."

"Que dit tu? Je connais ces filles, elles viennent de bonne familles respectée. Je ne croirais jamais qu'elle voulait faire quelque chose comme sa."

"Elles ne voulaient pas Madame Simons, elles l'ont fait parce qu'on leur a dit de le faire."

"Pardon? Je comprend pas? Pourquoi ferais t elle ce que vous leur dite?"

"Et bien c'est vraiment simple, sa s'appelle la dominance naturelle."

"Je ne te suis pas."

"Madame Simons, lorsque une petite jeune fille blanche se trouve en compagnie d'une autre fille noir, elle a tendance a devenir obeissante envers elle. Il n'y a vraiment rien de mal a cela, c'est naturel. Nous autres femmes noirs remplismistert simplement notre rôle naturel lorsque nous les dominons

"Je ne peut pas croire ce que j'entend."

"C'est vrai, même vous avez du le sentir de temps en temps, n'est ce pas Madame Simons."

L'entrainneuse était sans voix. Comment sa belle capitaine osez elle dire de tel choses?

"Allons, coach, etre autour de toute ces jeunes filles noirs et atlhétiques..."

"Trish je ne sais pas de quoi tu parle, comment ose tu me dire de tel chose. Maintenant rentre au vestiaire et lave toi."

Trish ne fit que lui sourire et entrat dans le batiment. Madame Simons se tint immobile pendant un moment, essayant de comprendre ce que lui avait dit sa principale participante. L'idée que les femmes blanches était naturellement obeissante aux blacks était absurde, et c'était méchant de la part de Trish de suggerer que sa coach était sujete aux même réactions.

Alors qu'elle pénétrat dans le vestiaire et jetat un coup d'oeil dans les douches, elle vit les 6 filles blanches soit a genoux, soit se tenant gentillement debout, nue, lavant le corps de leur 'amie' noir.

Elle comprit enfin. Elle réalisat finalement ce qui se passait entre les deux groupes de filles. ses gentilles participantes devenaient des jouet docile entre les mains de leur camarades noires. les jeunes blanches se soumettant aux jeunes noirs, les blanches les plus agée se soumettant aux noir les plus agées. Cela arrivait. Vraiment.

Puis elle regardat dans le coin des douches et vit Trish devant un des jets d'eau chaude. En bas a ses pieds se tenait Amber, a genou prosternée avec mister cul pale élevé vers le plafond alors qu'elle lavait un des pieds noir de Trish.

Après quelque instant qu'il lui fallut pour comprendre ce qui se passait, Madame Simons sentit mister coeur battre la chandelle. Paniquée elle quittat le vestiaire aussi vite que possible et rentrat directement chez elle. Tremblant legerement de cette révélation, elle glissat dans un bon bain chaud et prit sa propre douche.

Elle ne pouvait y croire. Ces filles était si douce et innocent lorsqu'elles n'étaient qu'entre elle. La plupart de ces filles venait de bonnes familles de bon voisinage, et pourtant l'image de Monica, une jeune fille blanche en seconde année, agenouillée devant une jeune fille noir, lavant délicatement ses jambes noirs et ses cuisses était irréel. 
Sans meme le réaliser Madame Simons descendit sa mains entre ses cuisses alors que des images envahissait mister esprit. Puis elle pensat a Amber et Trish. Elle se souvenait de la fierté qui avait illuminé mister visage lorsquelle avait été nommé capitaine. Et combien elle s'était battu contre Trish pour le rester. Et pourtant a présent elle était a genou nettoyant les pieds de la nouvelle capitaine.

Madame Simons se masturbait sans retenue a présent. L'eau chaude frappant mister visage et sa poitrine. Bientot ses jambes tremblerent et elle tombat a genoux.

Soudainement l'image changat encore. A la place de voir Trish depuis la porte, Trish se tenait a présent devant elle. Ses longues jambes athlétiques proche de la coach. Elle avait remplacée Amber. Elle était celle qui était a genoux devant la femme noir. A cette instant la chatte de Madame Simons explosat mister jus sur ses doigts. 
Durant la nouvelle semaine, le moral de Simons se relevat en apprenant que mister equipe était classée premiere de tout le pays. Toute les entraineuses était tellement jalouses du succès de ces filles, et Simons était très fiere.

Elle oubliat meme de remarque comment chaque fille continuait de nourrir les désirs de leur camarades noirs.

Arrivant au nouveau match de footabal, l'entraineuse était convaincut qu'elles allaient faire leur meilleure performance. Elle était meme sur que TOUTE les filles portaient des culottes cette fois.

Le jeu se déroulat sans accroche. Madame Simons devenait encore plus fiere du travail acomplit. A la fin de la seconde pause , les fans était vraiment en folie.

Bien sur tout ne pouvais pas se passer parfaitement. A la mi temps, Madame Simons autorisat ses filles a prendre une courte pose. Alors qu'elle pris un siege pour se reposer, elle remarquat du coin de l'oeil deux majorettes qui approchaient un groupe de fans très excitée.

Elles les reconnu immédiatement comme étant Michelle et Wonda. Wonda poussait gentimment une Michelle visiblement nerveuse vers l'homme qui se tenait a present contre les barres les pressant de se rapprocher.

Observant, Simons vit Wonda commencer a parler a l'homme, presque plaisantante alors que Michelle se tenait derniere elle. Wonda se mit alors derriere Michelle, murmurat quelque chose a mister oreille, posat ses mains sur ses hanches et attrapat les deux bords de mister haut de majorette.

Puis pour le plus grand desaroi de la coach, Wonda relevat le top de Michelle, revelant sa poitrine laiteuse aux hommes. Alors que Wonda continuait de tenir le haut de Michelle, un des hommes sortit sa main et commencat a caresser l'adolescente.

Un instant plus tard d'autres majorettes venait au meme endroit, avec leur camarade caucassienne obeissante les suivant a la trace. En un rien de temps les hauts furent levait et d'autres poitrines furent fortement caresser et pincoté. Une des blacks levat même la jupe d'une des fille, montrant sa petite culotte a un homme, qui glissat sa main dedans.

Madame Simons était pétrifiée , choquée par la scene qui se formait rapidement devant elle. La moitié de mister equipe se faisait caresser. Encore plus incroyable, les jeunes filles laissaient les blacks reveler leur charmes ansi.

Simons sortit de mister trauma et se pressat de verifier si quelqu'un avait vu ce qui c'était passait, mais la foule semblait ne rien avoir remarqué. Réalisant qu'elle ne pouvait laisser ce genre de chose continuer, elle allat directement vers ses filles et commecat a crier sur ces jeunes exébisionnistes.

Effrayée, toute les filles se presserent de retourner sur le terrain et commencèrent leur second enchainement.

Dieu merci, rien ne sortit de l'ordinaire jusqu'a la fin du match. Mais Madame Simons était visiblement encore très énervée, et les filles firent de leur mieux pour eviter mister regard alors qu'elles partirent pour le vestiaire a la fin du match.

Mais la coach en avait plus qu'assez. Cette connerie devait s'arreter. Domination naturelle ou pas, ces filles noirs allaient laisser ces jeunes files en paix. Madame Simons était une adulte et si ces blacks ne voulait ecouter, elles devrons quitter l'equipe.

Une fois dans le vestiaire, Simons envoyat les filles caucassienne a la maimister et ordonnat aux autres d'aller dans mister bureau. Les yeux roulant, elles entrerent dans mister bureau et entourerent mister bureau alors qu'elle fermait la porte

"Ok, maintenant j'en est marre de ces absurdités. Je ne sais toujours pas exactement ce que vous faites a vos camarades, mais sa vas s'arreter, maintenant. Vous etes supposées etre une equipe, une ferme, equipe supportaire bien fiable. Vous n'est pas supposer faire d'elles vos servantes permisternelles!"

"Mais Madame Simons, c'est ce qu'elles veulent vraiment. C'est dans leurs sang."

"Trish c'est strupide...."

"C'est vrai! Les femmes blanches mistert plus heureuse au pieds des femmes noirs que en etant leurs eguales. Comme je le disais c'est naturel. Meme durant l'esclavage, les femmes des propriétaire d'esclave ne venait que rarement voir leur esclaves permisternellement. C'est une fait acquis que une femme blanche ne peut resister a la presence dominante de leurs esclaves noir de meme sexe et qu'elle se retrouvait souvent se soumettant a leur propre esclave, pour leur propre offense."

"Je suis désolée Trish mais c'est ridicule. Maintenant je veux que tu arrete de traiter tes camarades si méchamment. Tu me comprend?"

"Oh je comprend Madame, mais je ne pense pas que toi tu me comprenne."

"Pardon?"

"Madame Simons, tu ne peut tout de meme pas me dire que tu n'a pas ressentit le besoin, le désir."

"De quoi parle tu?"

"T'est sans doute une adulte, mais tu est toujours une femme blanche. Tu ne peut pas me dire que tu ne t'est pas imaginée a genou devant moi."

"Je...Je...Trish cette conversation est terminée..."

"Madame Simons, je crois te voir rougir. Tu y a donc pensée. C'est pas grave coach. Comme je le disais, c'est simplement naturelle. Tu peut te mettre a genoux maintenant si tu veux, je ne dirais rien."

"TU ne diras rien? Trish comment ose tu! Je suis une adule et ta coach. Tu devrait me montrer un peu de respect."

"Madame Simons, pourquoi se retenir? Obeissez a vos instincts. Pourquoi regarde tu mes jambes, ne mistert elles pas jolies?"

Malgrès elle, elle avait le regard plongé sur ses longues jambes. Oui elle avait de très jolie jambes. Longues, atlhétiques, et... noir. Elle tentat de regarder autre chose, et s'appercut qu'elle ne pouvait pas. Simons était magictisée par ces puissantes jambes noirs. Quelque chose ne elle ne la laissait pas bouger la tete.

"Madame Simons, ne voudrais tu pas plutot les regarder... depuis le sol?"

Alors qu'elle parlait, deux autres majorettes se mirent derriere leurs coach et la poussèrent gentiment vers le sol grace a ses épaules.

Alors qu'elle continuait de regarder ces magnifique jambes, elle se vit entrain de s'agenouiller sur le sol. Bientot elle était completement a genoux devant Trish et avait les yeux levé vers ses belles jambes... comme elle l'avait imaginée. Ses yeux continuèrent alors plus loin jusqu'a disparaitre sous la jupe de la Capitaine, puis passat mister doux estomac musclée jusqu'a mister invitante poitrine et finallement jusqu'au sourire large qu'elle avait. l'entraineuse frismisterat.

"A présent Madame Simons, n'est ce pas mieux? N'est tu pas plus détendue et en paix avec toi?"

Elle avait raimister. La coach était détendue. Elle se sentait effectivement plus a l'aise dans cette position. Comme si c'était ce qui devait etre. Son coeurs cependant battait toujours a forte vitesse.

"TU sais, coach, mes pieds me font vraiment mal a cause de tout le travail que tu nous a fait faire. Et puisque tu a renvoyer toute les filles chez elles, ils n'y a plus permisterne pour les masser."

Son souffle devint encore plus lourd alors qu'elle abaissat ses yeux jusqu'aux chaussures de la jeune femme.

"Coach, puisque tu est la seule blanche restant, pourquoi ne retire tu pas mes chaussures et ne me donne tu pas un bon massage."

Alors que Trish s'assit sur le bureau , Madame Simons reagardat alors qu'elle retirait lentement les chaussures de la jeune fille, suivit par ses chaussettes pleine de sueur. Finalement le pied nue de Trish fut visible "Entraineuse, pourquoi n'embasserait tu pas mes pieds avant tout. Afin de me montrer que tu comprend parfaitement comment fonctionne la nature."

On y était. La belle majorette demandait a présent à mister entraineuse d'admettre totalement mister assujetissement. Admettre qu'elle, une femme blanche adulte, était totalement et naturellement soumise a une jeune femme noir, et que toute les femmes blanches était de nature soumise aux noirs.

Madame Simons n'osat bouger. Elle se contentat de rester a genou, fixant les pieds de la jeune femme noir. Ses poumons se faisait lourds et mister coeur battait contre sa poitrine. Une des filles noir commençat a pousser gentillement sa tete en avant. L'entraineuse ne resistat pas.

Elle inhalat l'odeur de sueur alors que ses lèvres touchèrent le pied droit de Trish. Elle commencat alors a déposer de petits, légers baisers sur ses pieds, alternant entre le pied droit et le pied gauche.

Madame Simons avait acceptée sa place. Ils n'y aurait aucun retour possible. Trish le savait, et posat mister sourire sur sa dernière conquête.

"Hummmm, bonne fille... tu est une bonne fille blanche. A présent tu peut me masser les pieds." Après cinq minute de massage silencieux, Trish parlat de nouveau. "Madame Simone, je pensait a quelque chose. Etre responsable d'une equipe entiere de jeunes majorettes est une grosse responsabilité. Je ne pense pas qu'une femme blanche comme toi puisse soit suffisant pour l'emploi, tu est d'accord?"

Madame Simons hochat la tête a contre coeur.

"Et bien peut être que vous devriez lever le pied Madame Simons, puisqu'il est trop dur pour que ton cerveau le supporte. Ne serais ce pas mieux si l'une de nous, femme noirs prennait le contrôle? Tu sais, diriger l'equipe. Nous savons toutes que tu n'est pas faite pour sa. Bien sur tu resterais l'entraineuse ''Officiel", l'entraineuse de l'equipe qui s'occuperais de garder l'administration du lycée contente, mais tes jours en tant que réel entraineuse et dirigeante de l'equipe mistert terminés."

Simons baissat la tete en acquiessement.

"Mais ne sois pas si triste entraineuse, peut être peut tu toujours faire partie de l'equipe d'une certaine facon. Tu serais parfaite comme majorette. Tu connais dores et déja nos mouvements d'encouragement, tu pourrais le faire, j'en suis persuadée."

Madame Simons ne pouvait croire ce qu'on lui disait. Comment Trist pouvait-elle lui demander d'être une majorette? Elle avait 33 ans. Trish pleasantait, n'est ce pas?

"Mais il faut d'abord que l'on te trouve l'uniforme adequat. Pourquoi ne retire tu pas tout tes vêtements de grande fille afin qu'on t'en trouve de nouveau."

Madame Simons s'immobilisat. Elle n'allait certainement pas se dénuder devant de tel filles. Punaise, elle était toujours l'entraineuse, quoi qu'en dise Trish. Elle devait terminer tout ceci maintenant, avant qu'il ne soit trop tard.

Trish vit la révolte se former dans les yeux de l'entraineuse, et savait déjà quoi faire. Elle levat mister pied droit et le caressat doucement sur la joue gauche de Simons. Après quelques instants, la résolution de Simon avait fondu et elle fermat ses yeux, appréciant la sensation sur sa joue. Trish sourit devant l'appaisement du petit natural blanc.

"Maintenant, ma petite puce, retire tes vêtements pour ta Maitresse noir." 
Une Maitresse noir. Oui, c'est ce qu'elle était. Cela misternait tellement vrai aux oreilles de l'entraineuse blanche. C'était sa Maitresse noir. Tout comme l'herbe est verte, le ciel est bleu, elle était sa Maitresse Noir.

Avec des doigts tremblotant, elle commencat a se devetir devant toute les majorettes noirs. Trish ricanat mentalement devant cette vue. Moins de 10 minutes plus tot elle était une coach fière et sure d'elle, et maintenant elle était la, a se dévetir devant eux et s'appretant a essayer un uniforme.

Alors que Simons détachat mister soutien gorge, sa grosse poitrine se liberat de mister emprise. Bientôt elle était entrain de s'agenouiller, completement nue devant eux. Trish se relevat de la table et attrapat sa chevelure entre ses mains. D'un seul mouvement, elle amenat mister jouet rampant en dehors du bureau.

La pauvre Simons se batit pour rester au niveau de la diablesse noir, alors que Trish sortait brusquement du bureau, entrant dans le vestiaire. Au même moment, toute les autres femmes noirs ricannèrent et éclatèrent de rire en commentant le mouvement de mister cul et de ses seins. Certaines s'amusèrent même a foueter mister cul pour augmenter l'amusement qu'elles vivaient.

Enfin ils purent entrer dans le vestiaire. Les genoux de la coach la brulant et mister cul la piquant légerement. Trish ouvrit le casier d'une fille du nom de Katty. Katty était la seule nouvelle cheerleader qu'ils avaient dans l'equipe. A 14 ans elle était la plus douce petite beauté lorsqu'elle portait sa petite jupe et mister haut, surtout lorsqu'elle était au sol, lechant les pieds de mister 'amie' noir.

A présent le meme petit uniforme flottait devant les yeux de Madame Simons.

"Aller, coach, je pense que c'est pile ta taille."

Les rires reprirent de plsu belle alors que Simons tombat a genou, la bouche pendante.

"Mais, Trish, c'est trop petit, sa n'ira pas."

"Je ne suis pas d'accord, je pense que sa sera chouette. Maintenant, essaye la, Simons, je sais que tu souhaite m'ecouter. je peut même te dire a quel point tu a envie qu'une femme noir dise ce qui est bien pour ton petit cul de blanche. Regarde un peu ce que tu fait du sol."

La pauvre Simons baissat le regard horrifié et vit une jolie petite flaque entre ses cuisses. Elle ressentit une forte honte d'elle et pensat : "Comment puis-je être excitée par quelque chose comme sa? N'ais je donc aucune moral ni respect?"

Madame Simons réalisat, alors qu'elle se levait pour essayer mister nouvel uniforme, qu'il était vraiment confortable d'ecouter Trish. Malgrès cette immense offense, elle se sentit a nouveau elle même en faisant ce qu'on lui disait de faire.

Lorsqu'elle fit glisser le petit haut sur ses gros seins, elle avait l'impression que le tissu menacait a tout moment d'eclater de la pression de ses charmes. Le légèr tissu ne faisait rien pour cacher ses tétons durcit.

Puis elle fit glisser la mini jupe sur ses jambes. Cela ne faisait pas grand chose non plus pour couvrir une partie inferieur de mister fessier, et laissait ses cuisses complétement nue. Puis elle cherchat des yeux une culotte, et s'apprecue qu'il n'y en avait aucune.

Um... Trish... ou est ma... culotte?

"Tu n'en portera pas Madame Simons. En faite, aucune des filles blanches ne portera de culotte dorénavant. C'est une de mes nouvelles regles en tant qu'entraineuse de l'equipe. Pense simplement a quel point les fans vont être heureux, beaucoup de cris d'encouragements, et beaucoup de chatte blanches.

Simons regardat dans le mirroir et vit a quelle point elle était ridicule dans cette tenue. Une femme adulte portant l'uniforme de majorette d'une fillette de 14 ans. Le moindre mouvement permettait de voir intégralement sa chatte. C'était vraiment humiliant.

"Mais Trish, j'ai vraiment l'air ridicule vétue ainsi. Pourais je s'il te plaaaait l'enlever?" Demandat elle, sa voix ressemblant plus a celle d'un enfant envieux plus qu'a celle d'une adulte.

"Ne soit pas stupide, tu est adorable. Ma petite fille blanche sera la meilleur participante de toute les filles. Quoi qu'il en soit, même si tu est ravissante ainsi, nous devant d'abord nous assurer que tu puisse réellement supporter la condition physique d'une majorette. Prête, Madame Simons?"

Les yeux de la coach s'élargirent. Elle savait que Trish voulait parler de la course au genoux. C'était un programme que Madame Simons avait crée elle-même pour s'assurer que toute les majorettes était physiquement capable de supporter cette pratique avant de les accepter dans l'equipe. Les fille devait faire 4 tours en moins de 6 minutes ou ils ne serait pas capable de rejoindre l'equipe. C'était une course érintante. Beaucoup des filles détestait Madame Simons pour leur avoir fait subir. A présent elle allait devoir la subir elle aussi.

Alors qu'il sortirent du vestiaire se dirigeant vers le terrain, Simons était terrorisée qu'un étudiant ou un parent puisse être encore présent et puisse la voir habillée ainsi. Heureusement pour elle, il n'y avait permisterne.

"Ok coach, tu connait les règles. 4 tours en moins de 6 minutes. Si tu ne le fait pas, alors tu ne saurat pas une majorette" Trish glissat sa main sous la jupe de la coach et caressat gentillement mister fessier. "Et tu veux vraiment etre ma petite majorette blanche, n'est ce pas?" 
Rougissante, Madame Simons acquiessat.

"ALORS COURS"

Trish lui donnat une grande claque sur les fesses et la coach du commencer a courir.

Madame Simons se mit a courir brusquement sur la piste. Alors qu'elle courrait elle réalisat a quel point mister uniforme était petit. Avec de grands effort elle put maintenir une main sur ses seins bondissants afin de les empecher de sortir, et usat mister autre main pour empecher sa jupette de se relever pour montrer mister cul et mister entrecuisse trempée.

Au premier tour elle était déjà epuisée. Même ses bras était fatiguée de tenir continuellement ses vetements.

Pour ajouter a mister tourment, les jeunes blacks s'était étendue sur l'ensemble du terrain et prennait un malin plaisir a lui frapper le cul a chaqun de ses passages.

Deux tours. Elle avait de plus en plus de difficulter a tenir le rhytme. Elle savait qu'elle était vraiment pas capable de faire ce type de course mais continuat.

D'autres choses lui rendait la tache encore plus difficile. A tout moment ses seins menacait de sortir du tissu et la douleur de mister fessier augmentait a chaque coup. Mais a coté de tout ces problemes, elle faisait un assez bon temps. Il restait 2 tours a faire et elle avait 3 minutes et demi a tenir.

Durant le troisieme tour la pauvre Simons était vraiment exténuée. Elle avait du remettre sa poitrine en place dans le haut 3 fois déja et elle était fatigué de constament tenir sa jupette. a la fin du troisieme tours, elle n'avait pus que 40 seconde pour finir l'epreuve.

Lorsque Trish annoncat le temps, une grand panique traverssat mister coeur. Elle voulait tellement le faire. Elle avait tellement envie d'etre la majorette blanche de Trish.

Elle plongeat en avant et trouvat une énergie dont elle ignorait l'existance afin de courrir avec toute sa power. Liberant mister esprit de toute distraction, elle laissat mister haut et sa jupe en place et courut contre le vent. En un instant sa grosse poitrine était completement sortir et se balancait follement alors que sa jupe était relevé jusqu'a mister estomac, exposant sans gene sa chatte et mister cul.

"25 secondes" Hurlat Trish. Elle avait encore la moitié du terrain a parcourir. La douleur de ses seins balottant et sa chatte dénudé furent oublié alors que tout ce qui lui importait etait de finir la cours

"15 secondes" Elle y était presque

"10 secondes" Derniere ligne troite

Elle pouvait entendre toute les filles chanter en coeur

"8...7...6...5...4...3...2..."

L'entraineuse s'ecroulat sur la ligne d'arrivée et restat étendu, exténuée sur le sol, respirant comme un natural. Sa grosse poitrine exposée, se levant et rabaissant a chacunes de ses inspirations lourdes. Sa jupe de majorette a hauteur de sa ceinture montrant sa chatte a toute les autres majorettes noirs.

Trish se tenait pret du corps nue et en sueur de mister ancienne mentor. "Félicitations, Coach, tu est dans l'equipe. On se voit a l'entrainement demain."

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Moi aussi je suis nul en anglais c'est pour ça que j'utilise les traducteurs (bon d'accord c pas 100% bon mais pas si pire que ça :smile

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Josh Andermister was 17 years old and spending his last
summer before he graduated high school when he discovered
something utterly fascinating about himself. He possessed
some interesting abilities that added a completely new
dimension to his young life.

Josh was a shy sort of guy and kept mostly to himself.
His schoolmates considered him a computer geek but they
would admit this dark haired young man was handsome in
his own way. He did okay at the rural school he attended
but did not have anyone he would call a close friend. He
knew some of the small Gothic/Computer group at school
but did not have the nerve to dress like them. He was
also not interested in using haves as most of them did.

Josh spent his off time divided between exploring the
forest and fields around his house and surfing the
Internet. He lived in a rural area and so there were
always places to explore. This summer all he had was free
time. His Mom would leave in the morning for work and not
return till the afternoon. Josh and his Mom were far from
wealthy but they were able to afford the basics.

Josh loved sci-fi stories of all kind. This summer he
found a series on mind control and some of it included
control of attractive females. These stories fueled some
of his fantasies. He read some pretty far out stories and
even had written some of his own fantasies. He kept these
hidden on his computer.

Josh also found several interesting Gothic-Magical sites
that discussed various rituals to develop psychic
abilities. Josh did not really believe in such things but
was still intrigue by it. In fact one Saturday night just
before the school semester ended he decided to perform
one of the rituals.

He snuck out of the house during the full moon and went
to an area he had prepared the previous afternoon. He had
found a spot isolated but close enough to his house he
did not have far to go. And he gathered a nice stack of
wood for a fire. In the light of the full moon he lit the
fire, undressed, painted a few ancient symbols on his
chest, stood before the fire, and began to recite some
ritualistic verses. He was little scared but as he said
the verses he became absorbed in the proceedings. As his
sweating body swayed before the fire he became strangely
excited. There was an erotic feel to it that produced a
raging hard-on.

"Oh Fire of the Underworld and all above flow into this
mortal and fill me with your strength," Josh recited
standing near the fire with his dick now point straight
out at full attention.

Josh's hand moved to grasped his cock and almost without
knowing it began rubbing back and forth. He was feeling
very strange.

"God of the Underworld I give you my seed," Josh screamed
into the fire. As he ended this last phrase his cock
erupted in a spray of cum. For a few moments he was in
complete rapture. Josh had masturbated many times but it
had never felt like this. In fact the feeling was so
intense that as it ended he fell to the ground overcome
by the sensations. He unable to move for a few minutes

"Wow, that was something!" Josh said to himself as he got
up and went to small stream to clean up. As he washed
himself a feeling of shame came over him as if he had
done something very wrong. Josh decided at this point
maybe Magic Ritual was not something he wanted to
continue. He returned home, slipped into bed, and let the
matter drop. Summer vacation was almost here.

The summer began and Josh was in heaven. He had no real
responsibilities and he always found something fun to do.
This particular day Josh was playing with his dog,
Ralphee. They were in a field running and chasing
whatever they happened to see. They had just come around
a group of trees and Josh noticed his neighbor Mrs.
Johnmister hanging clothes. He had a good view of her but
she could not see him.

Josh liked girls. He liked to scan the many naked women's
pictures on the Internet. He even snuck a peek at his
Mom. He had seen in bra and panties several times and
once got a quick view of her breasts. Jack had been very
aroused by this and had masturbated numerous times
thinking about what he had seen.

Mrs. Johnmister was an attractive woman in her late 30's.
Josh had a good view from his vantage point about 30
yards away. Josh felt a tinge of excitement knowing she
did not know he was there.

"Ssssshhhh," he said quietly to his dog Ralphee. Ralphee
sat quietly as Josh continued to watch.

Mrs. Johnmister was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts as she
hung clothes on a line to dry. Josh noticed she had hung
some white bras and they were swaying in the breeze. Josh
closed his eyes for a moment and formed an image in his
mind of Mrs. Johnmister hanging clothes in the nude. He felt
his cock swelling as a result of this image. When he
opened his eyes and to his complete astonishment Mrs.
Johnmister suddenly pulled the t-shirt over her head and
then removed her shorts and her panties. Josh gasped in
surprise but quickly found himself totally aroused by
what he was seeing. Josh's cock was hard almost
instantly. He went with the feeling and pulled out his
four-inch rock hard dick.

Josh had always wished his cock were large like the porno
guys. He always felt embarrassed when he had to change in
front of other guys. Several times guys had made fun of
him and this was very upsetting. However, on this day
watching Mrs. Johnmister's display of naked clothes hanging
he was happy to feel his cock and began to rub it back
and forth. It did not take long and he shot a load of cum
on the ground.

Mrs. Johnmister was singing to herself as she hung her
clothes. It was kind of hot but otherwise a normal day.
Suddenly she felt rather strange and felt her clothes
were too tight on her. She quickly removed everything she
was wearing and immediately felt much better. So much
better she was not aware she was now standing his her
yard nude hanging clothes. Of course her house was
isolated and there was no one to see her, she did not
know about Josh, but it was not until she walked back in
the house that she became conscious of the fact she had
just been out in the yard naked. She looked out the
kitchen window and stared at her clothes lying where she
left them. She thought, "It must be the heat."

When Josh looked back at Mrs. Johnmister he saw her open the
kitchen door and walk inside. Josh did not know what to
make of this. It was really weird but he liked it. He
would have to come watch Mrs. Johnmister more often.

Josh and his mom lived together in a small country home.
His man had divorced his lady the year before and
they had not heard from him since. Josh had never had a
very good relationship with his man and was glad when
he left. However this meant his lady had to go to work
at a small restaurant in town. She made enough to survive
although there was not much left over.

Josh knew his man's departure had hurt his lady and
Josh resented him for hurting her. For sometime now his
lady seemed unhappy and never had much to say. Other
than working, keeping the house clean enough, and
watching TV she did not do much of anything.

His lady at 35 was a very pretty woman and could have
dated lots of men in town. However, she chose to work as
many hours as she could and then return home. That was
her life.

Josh did not have any real friends other than Ralphee. It
was summer and he enjoyed being by himself. After
watching Mrs. Johnmister it looked to be a very interesting
summer.

Josh had learned quite a bit about sex when he was 10 and
his Dad bought him his first computer. He quickly learned
how to use his computer and found lots of information on
the Internet. Josh reached puberty shortly after this.
While his parents were gone one afternoon Josh was
looking at pictures of naked girls and rubbing his cock.
Suddenly he had a feeling build up in his stomach and
before he could do anything he shot his first load all
over the computer desk.

Josh was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of
cereal while his Mom washed dishes. He was till thinking
about Mrs. Johnmister's standing naked in her yard. He
looked up about that time and saw his Mom standing before
the sink. His Mom standing there naked flashed through
his mind. Suddenly his Mom began pulling down her pants
to reveal a red pair of panties that were tight across
her ass. Josh surprised by this quickly became
embarrassed and thought about his lady fully clothed.
His mom quickly pulled up her jeans.

Julie was standing before the sink washing dishes
thinking of nothing in particular when she suddenly felt
that her jeans were terribly tight. Without a thought of
what she was doing she unbuttoned them and began to pull
them down. Just about as quickly as the feeling came it
left and she pulled them back up. She was dazed by this
and looked over her shoulder to see if her mister had been
watching. He did not appear to have seen what happen.

"Josh, finished with cereal so I can wash the bowl,"
Julie said trying to sound normal.

Josh had quickly looked down when his mom began to pull
up her pants so as to appear as if he had not seen
anything strange. However, he had seen much he needed to
consider about these events.

Later after his Mom left for work he sat before his
computer thinking. "I pictured Mom and Mrs. Johnmister
without clothes and suddenly they began removing their
clothes. That can't be just a coincidence. I need to go
and test this out," Josh concluded and rose from his desk
in search of a test subject.

Josh lived in the country and had no transportation other
than a bike. There were several neighbors within a few
minutes walk. He did not want to use Mrs. Johnmister again;
he wanted to test it on someone else. He decided to go
west to the Jones' and see if anyone was home.

"Come on Ralphee, We have some hunting to do," Josh said
as the two companions went into the woods.

The Jones' house was a small wood frame house and Josh
found a nice vantage point only 20 yards away where he
could be hidden. He and Ralphee sat and waited. Mr. Jones
would be at work and Josh was hoping Mrs. Jones needed to
come outside. Then he got an idea and pictured Mrs. Jones
coming outside. He stopped the thought and then changed
he mind picture to Mrs. Jones coming outside naked.

Mrs. Bertha Jones was 26 with short blond hair. She could
stand to loose the weight she gained after the birth of
her baby but she still was attractive. She was sitting on
the couch watching soap when she suddenly felt very
anxious. It was as if she had trouble breathing. She felt
her bra squeezing her chest and tore at her blouse to
remove it. She quickly unsnapped the bra and sighed as
her ample 36D breasts were freed. However, she then felt
her pants were squeezing her tightly and she tugged them
down along with her black panties.

Bertha's nude and dazed now sat on the couch. She had
felt something like this before when she had a panic
attack. As she sat there naked suddenly the house was
closing in on her and she had to go outside. Bertha left
her baby playing on the floor and ran out the kitchen
door and felt very relieved to be standing in her
backyard.

Josh did not have long to wait. Only a few minutes after
he pictured Mrs. Jones naked in the yard he saw the
kitchen door open and she walk out. "Damn, she has big
boobs," he commented to Ralphee.

"Ralphee, I don't know what is going on but this is
really something. Somehow I can control people just by
thinking. I wonder what Mrs. Jones is thinking right now
standing there naked. Boy, she has some hair on her pussy
and it is not blond like on her head."

Ralphee always agreed with Josh.

Mrs. Jones was not thinking much at this moment. She was
feeling very good letting the wind brush away the
feelings of anxiety.

Josh decided he had better let Mrs. Jones go back to what
she was doing. He knew she had a baby inside and did not
want anything bad to happen. He could have easily emptied
his balls again at the sight of her big boobs but thought
he had better let her go back to the baby.

Bertha suddenly looked around and wondered what had
happened to her. She remembered the anxious feeling and
attributed to an anxiety attack. But as she quickly
reentered the house she was disturbed that she was
standing naked in back yard. Luckily no one saw her.
Bertha had no way of knowing about Josh.

Josh spent the remainder of the day considering the
implications of what he had learned he could do. He
wasn't a bad permister but he was loving the idea of
controlling people particularly women. The day went by
quickly and soon it was time for his lady to get off
work and return home.

"Hi, Josh," Julie said as she entered the front door.

"Hi, Mom," Josh replied looking up from his computer
screen.

"Come help me prepare supper," she asked.

"Okay."

Josh walked into the kitchen where his Mom was cutting up
some vegetables. He noticed her jeans were tight and the
outline of her firm ass was very appealing. Josh did not
like it that he liked his lady's butt but he did.

After supper Josh helped his Mom clean up.

"I'm tired so I am going to go take a shower and go to be
early," Julie told her mister.

"Ok mom." Josh had an idea as he watched his Mom go to
her room. Josh wondered if he could make someone not see
him. So he pictured his Mom and then he attempted to send
her the thought, "You will not be able to see me until I
say it is okay."

Josh rose from the sofa and walked into his lady room.
She was getting ready for her shower and as Josh walked
through the door she rose from her vanity and closed the
door locking it. Julie did not like the thought but
several times she thought Josh might have snuck in her
room to peep at her in the shower. She noticed him
looking at her at times when she was dressing and she
felt very uncomfortable with him seeing her in a state of
undress much less naked.

Josh stood by and watched his Mom. She slipped off her
blouse and undid her bra revealing her breasts. They were
not large but firm with tight little brown nipples. Josh
felt his cock beginning to swell as his Mom slid her
jeans down her long legs. She now wore only white cotton
panties and she turned on the shower. As she moved across
the bathroom she slipped off her panties to reveal a firm
ass. When she turned around Josh had a perfect view of
his Mom's hairy bush protecting her pink pussy.

Josh was enjoying the show and soon had his dick in his
hands. When his lady finished she toweled off and went
into the bedroom. She got her pajamas and another pair of
panties but before she put them on Josh intervened.

"Mom, lay down on the bed naked," he thought as he
focused on eyes.

Julie suddenly had the strangest feeling. She dropped her
panties and pajamas and lay back on the bed.

"Spread you legs Mom," Josh commanded.

Julie felt a bit dazed as she almost mechanically spread
her legs. "What was she doing?" she thought.

"Rub your breasts."

Julie had the oddest desire to touch her own breast and
as she was considering this feeling she discovered her
hand had moved to her chest and were kneading her
breasts. She was surprised that it felt good.

Josh watched his nude Mom lying back and playing with her
own boobs. He also had a perfect view of her pussy. After
watching her for a few minutes, Josh thought, "Rub your
pussy Mom."

Julie's hand slowly moved down her body and landed on the
patch of dark hard that surrounded her pussy. As her hand
hit the mark her body jerked.

"Keep rubbing Mom. Make your pussy feel good!" Josh
continued to send his thoughts.

Julie did not know what was happening but she did feel a
pressure building up deep within her. It was a pressure
she had not felt for a very long time.

"Oh God," she moaned as she began to wiggle back and
forth on the bed. She rocking back and forth as her hand
massaged her pussy.

"Oh Fuck!" she said moving closer to an orgasm. Julie did
not understand why she was feeling this way but she was
consumed with desire. And could think of nothing but the
sensation of her fingers on her clit.

Josh had never heard his Mom curse but then he had never
seen her pussy either. Josh felt his cock pressing hard
against his pants.

"Oh God I'm cumming," his Mom groaned.

That was just too much for Josh. He had not even touched
his dick but he came in his pants as his lady
experienced her first orgasm in several years.

His lady groaned a bit more and then lay still for a
few moments. Looking confused she got up and went to the
bathroom. With that Josh slipped out the door sending one
last thought to his Mom, "You can now see me again."

Josh took a shower and then went to bed. He slept very
well.

END

Josh continues to experiment with his mind control
powers. He has a nice time with his next-door neighbor,
Mrs. Johnmister as she was hanging clothes.

***

Julie Andermister returned from the bathroom feeling
confused. She had just had her first sexual orgasm in
over two years and it was very intense. However, she felt
strange as if she had done something wrong. In the past
when she used to have a sex life she never felt guilty
like she did this morning. Also she could not understand
why she suddenly became so sexually aroused. This was
very unlike her and it worried her but on the other hand
it had been fantastic.

Julie locked her bedroom door and sat looking at herself
in the mirror. As she gazed at her naked body she had to
admit she still looked okay. She knew many of the guys in
town would just love to have her. However she was not
interested in the complications of a relationship. Julie
amazed herself as she allowed her hand to drift down
between her legs where for the second time this evening
she began to massage her already awaken clit.

Josh awakened the next morning early ready to begin
another long summer day free to do what he wanted.

"Don't you go getting into any trouble now," his mom said
as she left the house. "I have a roast in the frig that I
want you to put in the oven at around 4:00. Okay?"

"Ok, and I won't get into any trouble," Josh said as he
watched his mom get into the car.

Now home alone sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal
Josh began to replay last night's drama with his lady.
He immediately felt his dick become hard. He unzipped his
pants and whacked off all over the table. There was cum
everywhere. Josh looked at the mess and an idea arose. He
went to the refrigerator and got the roast. He then
rolled across the table in his cum and returned to the
refrigerator.

"That should be some interesting seamistering," he laughed
to himself.

Josh began his day walking in the woods with Ralphee.
They hiked through the woods and he found himself at a
neighbor's house. Glancing through the trees he spotted
Mrs. Johnmister hanging clothes. Mrs. Johnmister was about 40
or so and looked pretty good for a woman that age. While
watching Mrs. Johnmister Josh decided if his invisibility
would work on her.

He focused himself, concentrated, and directed his
thoughts at Mrs. Johnmister, "You can not see me." He
repeated this several times as he walked toward the
house. "Will this work on someone other than my family,"
Josh wondered.

He then walked right up the yard and Mrs. Johnmister
suddenly said, "Hello Ralphee. What are you doing here?
Where is Josh? You never go anywhere without him."

Ralphee just wagged his tail and looked at her.

Josh had forgotten about Ralphee but that was okay. She
could see Ralphee but she not see Josh.

Josh watched as Mrs. Johnmister hung the clothes and he
followed her into the house. She was wearing an old
somewhat worn nightgown. Josh followed her as she walked
inside. This area of country was mostly poor. Mrs.
Johnmister's husband worked at the local mill and as with
most who lived here they made enough to get by but just
enough.

As Josh looked he could see Mrs. Johnmister was not wearing
a bra and he could see a good bit of one of her boobs
through a tear in the fabric. Her boobs were larger than
his mom's and he wanted a better look.

Mrs. Johnmister noticed Ralphee was sitting right outside
the door. "Are you still here Ralphee?" she asked.

Josh was thinking of what he could do with Mrs. Johnmister.
There was no one around so it seemed a pretty safe
situation.

"Take off your nightgown Mrs. Johnmister," Josh thought.

Mrs. Johnmister suddenly felt anxious. In the past she had
some anxiety attacks and now felt like the cloth of her
nightgown was too tight on her even though it was hanging
loosely about her. There was no one around to see so Mrs.
Johnmister let the nightgown slide off her down to the
floor. She had not put on panties after her shower and
she now felt much better now standing completely naked in
her kitchen.

Josh saw that her breast were large and sagged some. The
nipples were longer than his mom's and she was wider at
the hips. She had a large bush of dark hair between her
legs that did not match the color of her hair on her head
and a fairly large but.

Ralphee was whining at the door.

"What's wrong with you Ralphee?" Mrs. Johnmister asked
Ralphee. She always like naturals and his present seem to
help her anxious feelings.

"Let Ralphee come in Mrs. Johnmister," Josh projected to
Mrs. Johnmister. He thought Ralphee should enjoy the view
too.

Mrs. Johnmister still standing naked looking a little dazed
suddenly perked up and said, "Ralphee you look hungry.
Come inside and let me get you something to eat." With
that she opened the door and Ralphee happily came in and
stood over by the invisible Josh.

"Let me see what we have for you Ralphee," Mrs. Johnmister
said as she looked in the refrigerator."

Josh noticed a long piece of sausage and said, "Get the
sausage for Ralphee."

"Mrs. Johnmister sit down in the chair." Josh startled
himself because he said this out loud. It did not appear
to make any difference. Mrs. Johnmister sat down in one of
the old kitchen chairs at her table and looked at
Ralphee.

"Open your legs, Mrs. Johnmister," he now said in a normal
voice.

Mrs. Johnmister was feeling a bit strange as she slumped
down and opened her legs as Ralphee sat before her very
interested in the sausage she held in her hand.

Mrs. Johnmister was mostly definite feeling a bit strange.
"It must be the heat," she said to herself.

"Mrs. Johnmister rub your pussy," Josh commanded as he took
out his already hardening member.

Mrs. Johnmister and Mr. Johnmister did not have much of sexual
relationship. Mrs. Johnmister had not been that interested
after their third young was born. All the youngren were
now older and two were in the military. As result Mrs.
Johnmister had no sex life other than to rarely please her
husband with her wifely duties. Now suddenly she felt a
need arise deep between her legs. Her hand slowly moved
down and she touched herself. She could not believe how
good this felt. This was all very odd but as pussy
responded she no longer care if it were weird.

"Mrs. Johnmister put the sausage in your pussy." Josh said
as he rubbed his hard cock.

Mrs. Johnmister suddenly noticed the sausage in her other
hand and began to move it toward her already moist pussy.
The sausage was cold but it easily slipped inside her
already wet cunt. She began to slide it in and out. It
was doing the job.

"Oh this feels so Gooooood. I have not felt a real cock
in my pussy for a long time," Mrs. Johnmister said to no one
in particular.

Mrs. Johnmister was moving the sausage in and out and
Ralphee was sitting very close now. He wanted the sausage
but began to smell Mrs. Johnmister's sex. This stirred
something in Ralphee. Josh watched in amazement as
Ralphee walked over to Mrs. Johnmister and began to lick the
pussy juice on her leg. He also managed to get his teeth
on the sausage.

"What are you doing Ralphee?" Mrs. Johnmister said in an
alarmed voice and started to get up. Ralphee backed away
and as he did he pulled the sausage out of Mrs. Johnmister's
and sat there eating it.

"Sit back down," Josh commanded. Josh was watching this
in amazement and definitely was not ready for the show to
end. "Rub your pussy again. If Ralphee wants to lick you
you'll love it. It will feel great."
Mrs. Johnmister obediently sat back down and resumed her
masturbation.

Ralphee finished eating the sausage and looked at Mrs.
Johnmister. She sat vigorously rubbing her clitoris and Josh
and Ralphee watched.

"Oh Gooooddd. I haven't felt like this in years," Mrs.
Johnmister moaned.

Ralphee again moved toward Mrs. Johnmister smelling her
scent. When he reached her his long pink tongue reached
out and lapped her the pink folds of her pussy lips.

Mrs. Johnmister looked confused for a moment but as a smile
appeared on her face as she took her hands off her pussy
and spread her legs wid. She became lost in the sensation
of a wet dog tongue lapping at her most intimate area.
Her clit was responding and she felt the power pent up
sexual desire flowing through here. Part of her felt this
was wrong but that was not the part that was controlling
her actions.

"Oh Ralphee, eat my pussy. Yes, yes, Yes," Mrs. Johnmister
was yelling at this point.

Ralphee complied as Mrs. Johnmister open her legs wide and
begin but buck with each lick of his tongue.

Josh walked right up to Mrs. Johnmister and vigorously
pulled his dick. He felt the pressure building and
suddenly shot his load all over Mrs. Johnmister's chest.
Mrs. Johnmister was totally unaware of anything other than
the intensity of the feeling between her legs.

"OOOhhhhh, oooooooooohh," she screamed as she had the
best organism in her life. Josh did not know what kinds
of gifts he was giving. Of course whether these gifts of
sexual organism was good or bad waits to be determine.

As Mrs. Johnmister's last orgasm subsided she slid off the
chair and lay on the kitchen floor exhausted. "Ralphee
you are a very good dog. I know this was a weird thing to
do but God it felt good. Thank you Ralphee," Mrs. Said as
she talked to the dog. "And I know you are not going to
tell anyone, are you?"

Ralphee just looked at her.

"Let Ralphee out," Josh ordered.

Mrs. Johnmister slowly got up off the floor. "Ralphee, it
time for you to go home," she said as she opened the
door. Ralphee walked out following Josh as went unseen
through the kitchen door.

As Mrs. Johnmister went to take shower she noticed the cum
on her chest. "There is no way this is cum. There was no
one here," she said to herself. She quickly dismissed the
thought as she turned on the shower. As the cool water
flowed over her she decided that they should get a dog.
It would be good protection and she smile a big grin.

Josh continues to experiment with his mind control
powers. This time he stays home and has fun with Mom.

***

Josh made it home before four and put the cum-seamistered
roast in the oven. He watched TV for an hour or so and
heard his Mom drive up.

"Hi, Mom," he said as she walked through the door.

"Oh good, I can smell the roast. You didn't forget,"
Julie said. It had been a long day at the diner and Julie
was ready to spend a relaxing evening doing nothing that
is until after supper was finished. She had not given
much thought to last night but several times resisted an
urge let her hand massage an itch between her legs.

Supper was good and Josh smiled when his Mom commented on
the odd but good taste of this particular roast. Josh
helped with the dishes and they soon retired to the den
to watch TV. Josh was bored and decided it was time to do
another experiment. He looked over as his Mom.

"Mom you are getting very relaxy," Josh projected this
thought to his lady. He once saw a movie where a mad
magictist took control of people like this.

His lady began to yawn.

"You are going to relax," he thought looking at his Mom.

Julie suddenly felt very tired and relaxy. So tired in
fact that she drifted off. As she slipped into relax the
last thing she saw was her mister Josh staring at her with a
strange smile.

"You are now in my control and will do whatever I say.
You will not remember anything that happens. Do you
understand?"

"Yes," he lady mumred in her relax.

"Get up and removed your clothes."

Julie was in a kind of dream state floating around not
fully aware of anything as she stood up. She had a strong
desire to be free and felt her clothes were too heavy on
her. As she removed her blouse it felt good. As she
removed her bra her breast were free and she felt her
nipples harden into brown buds. Soon all her clothes lay
in a pile on the floor. She now stood completely naked
before her mister's stare and she felt free as a bird.

"Danced for me," Josh said in a normal voice. He had
earlier found he could both project thoughts or just
vocalize his commands depending on the situation. He was
continuing to explore the possibilities of the powers he
possessed.

Deep within the dream Julie felt like dancing and began
to swirl around feeling light and free. Her body floated
through the clouds.

"Make it nasty sex dancing," Josh added.

Julie's dream changed and she felt a rush of erotic urges
flow through her body. She felt her muscles tense as she
became sexually charged. Her hips began to pulsate to her
own internal music of desire. Her hands went to her
breasts where she massaged and squeezed them. Her nipples
were very hard and she felt the sting as she pinched them
and pulled on them. Her hand flowed down her stomach to
the lower patch of hair that hid her pussy. She rubbed
through her crack and found that most sensitive part. Her
clit was hard with passion and she massaged it feeling
the sparks fly through her soul. She hunched to her own
hand as she swirled back and forth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned in her dream as Josh's watched
his Mom danced better than any stripper he had seen on
the Internet.

"Say something dirty. Do nasty sex talk," Josh commanded.

Julie's erotic dream continued and she began to talk all
the things she was feeling. It was vulgar but she loved
it.

"Oh my pussy is so hot and wet. I love to play with my
pussy and rub my clit. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck.
Oh my finger are wet with my cum and I licked them clean
only to put them back into my cunt."

Josh could not believe his Mom could talk like this and
could not believe how much it turned him on.

"Ohhhhhhhh Gooooood," Julie cried as she began to cum
again and again. Finally exhausted she slumped down on
the couch next to Josh.

Josh had already unzipped his pants and was holding his
cock. During these summers month he masturbate everyday
but this summer it was usually more than once.

"Mom, go down between my legs and suck my cock," he said
with growing excitement.

Josh had never been with a girl. He had kissed Ellen
Jackmister at the computer party last year and felt very
clumsy when he did it. He was shy and even though he was
nice looking he had never been good with women. Now here
he was going to get a blowjob from his beautiful Mom.

Julie in some forgotten dream had a tremendous urge for a
large candy cane and it appeared to her growing out of
the trunk of a tree. The cane was not very large, four
inches but Julie knew it would taste great. Julie knelt
down in front of the tree noticing the candy cane's
mushroom looking head and allowed her lips embraced it.
And it was good, so good that she took it all the way in
her mouth and sucked on it. Then she found another
surprise. The candy cane was a vessel filled with sweet
nectar. She felt it explode into her mouth and hit the
back of her throat. The sweet juice filled her mouth and
as she swallowed all of it not missing a drop.

Josh watched as Julie slid off the couch and moved to
kneel between his legs. Here she took his dick and moved
her mouth toward it. Josh was loving it. His Mom was
going to suck his cock. She began by licking the pre-cum
off his purple head, and her tongue explored the little
hole. She took the entire cock into her mouth and he
could stand it no longer.

"Oh mom, eat my cum," he said as he began to shoot his
load into her mouth. Julie ate every bit of it.

Josh recovered in a few minutes and looked down at his
Mother who continued to nurse on his now limp dick. What
a sight.

"Get up Mom and put back on your clothes," he commanded.
When she had dressed he said, "Sit down on the couch and
you will awaken and not remember anything that happen. Do
you hear me?"

"Yessss," she whispered.

Julie awakened slowly remembering a very strange dream.
Josh sat on the couch next to her watching TV. Julie felt
strange indeed. The dream had been very erotic and she
noticed her vagina was wet. So wet she could feel the
dampness on her panties. What was going on with her, she
wondered. She also had the strangest taste in her mouth.

It tasted both like peppermint and like something she had
not tasted in a very long time. She blushed thinking she
had never liked the taste of her husband's cum and hated
it when he wanted her to suck him. Why should she be
tasting this? And why did it taste so good? She was
really beginning to wonder about her own mental state. So
at this point she decided it was definitely time for bed.

"Good night, Josh," she said attempting to sound normal.
She felt unsteady as she stood up.

"Are you feeling okay? I noticed you dozed off," Josh
asked.

"It was just a hard day a work," Julie explained but
wondered what was going on with her.

As she left she thought she saw a strange twinkle in her
mister's eye.

When she was alone in her bedroom she attempted to
remember what she had been dreaming. Everything was mixed
up as dreams often are. As she undressed for bed she
noticed her nipples were tender feeling tingly. As she
touched them they felt good. As she removed her panties
she noticed the wet area in her crotch. It looked like
she had either peed in her pants or really came hard in
them.

From the way her body felt as she took a shower she
decided she had not peed in them. And to her amazement as
she washed her body her hand again moved between her legs
and she had a very conscious feeling as she massage her
sex button. She quickly found herself sitting in the
bottom of the shower as warm water ran over her, with
three fingers in her pussy and the other hand rubbing her
clit. When she finally dried off and went to bed she was
totally spent.

Josh continues to experiment with his new mind control
powers. This time he has fun with two sales girls when he
goes to town to buy a pair of jeans.

***

The next day Josh's Mom wanted him to come into town with
them. He needed another pair of pants and a few other
items. Since Julie only had to work the lunch shift Josh
could shop and then they could both return home when she
finished.

Josh awoke to the new day ready for breakfast. Julie was
already pouring the milk on his cereal as he sat down at
the table. She was still feeling a bit confused over the
way she had been acting but this morning concluded there
was nothing wrong with giving oneself a bit of pleasure.
There was no reamister to feel guilty or anxious that she
liked to masturbate.

She still wondered though why she had suddenly became so
very good at it. In fact her sex life in the past two
days was better than it had been in any other time in her
life. And she did it all alone or at least she thought
she was doing it alone.

Josh also was in a very good mood. His sex life had also
dramatically improved as he continued to develop his
newly discovered powers of mind control. Also, while he
preferred spending his summer in the fields and forest of
the country, he also liked to go to town and he felt this
would be a fun day. Who knows what might happen?

"Come on Josh, hurry up. I don't want to be late for
work." Julie was working the lunch crowd at the diner but
still had to be there by 9:00 and it was 8:30 now. Town
was at a twenty-minute ride. Cromwell was not a large
city, only 15000 residents, but it had everything they
needed.

The restaurant where Julie worked was on the main street
of Cromwell. The main street consisted of two blocks of
various stores selling items particularly those things
that were either needed right now or was not available at
the Wal-Mart's in Terryville another 30 minute ride. Josh
was mainly interested in Tom's Jeans, a local clothing
store that was his destination today. He then planned on
just hanging around till his lady got off work.

"See you later Mom," he said as he got out of the car.

"Ok, I will be finished around 1:30. Don't get into any
trouble and be back here around noon and I will make you
a hamburger," she said and gave him a kiss as he walked
off.

Josh thought about the kiss she had given him the
previous night and smiled as he walked toward Tom's
Jeans.

Tom's Jeans was in an old building and Josh always liked
the way the floors creaked as you walked over them. The
place had high roof and the owner Tom was a nice guy.

"Where's Tom?" he asked the clerk behind the counter.

"He is not coming in until this afternoon," the
attractive young girl answered. She looked about 20,
blond with long silky hair, and wearing tight fitting
jeans. Josh noticed she filled them out very nice. "I'm
Alice. What do you need today young man?" she asked.

"I'm Josh and I need some jeans," Josh told her.

"Ok, Sally will help you," she replied. "Sally, where are
you?" she yelled.

"On my way," another cute young girl answered. Josh knew
her from school. She graduated last year and had been a
cheerleader. She looked great but he did not like her.
She could be very mean at times.

"Hi," she said as she approached him. "What do you want?"

Even though he did not like her Josh was feeling rather
shy talking to Sally when he suddenly remembered his
powers. "I wondered if they will work here," he thought
to himself.

"Sally turn around," Josh thought to himself.

Sally looked around and then turned around.

"Well, what do you want?" she questioned becoming a
little annoyed. She was not pleased that her man made
her work as a common salesgirl but he felt it would be
good for her. He told her she needed to understand what
work was. Sally had mostly been given whatever she
wanted. This time though her man put his foot down and
here she was waiting on nerds.

"Some blue jeans," he answered and then thought, "Jump up
and down three times."

Sally jumped up and down three times and had a rather
strange look on her face.

"Why did you do that?" Josh asked smiling a big grin.

"I don't know," Sally said looking a bit dazed but then
regained her composure.

"Sally go over to the jeans and wait for me," Josh
projected into her mind.

Sally meekly walked over to the jeans counter.

Josh looked and saw Alice standing by the boots. He had
not tried his powers on two people but decided to give it
a whirl. First, he sent a thought to Alice, "Sit down in
the chair to your left, then get up, turn around, and sit
down again."

Alice did exactly as he had instructed.

Now, Josh attempted to send a thought to both girls. He
pictured girls in his mind and thought, "Both of you
reach up and grab your breasts and squeezed them."

As he watched each girl raised her hands. They placed a
hand on each breast and began to squeeze.

Sally was feeling a bit odd when she suddenly felt she
must touch her breast. She raised both hands to her
breasts and squeezed. A gasp escaped her lips as her
hands moved. As Sally did this she noticed Alice also
doing the same weird maneuver. She then saw the boy
watching them and watching them with great interest.

Josh was having a good time. Once he had said hello to
Sally at a ballgame on a dare from one of his friends. He
was a freshman at the time and she was senor. She had
acted very rudely to him calling a nerd. What was worse
two footballs players saw it and really began to put him
down. Now it was some get even time.

Alice also felt the same need as Sally and squeezed her
breast. She also saw Alice do the same and Josh watching
them.

Before either of the girls could regain their composure
Josh sent another thought "Now put your right hand on
your left breast and squeeze. Then continue holding it
while your rub between your legs ten times," Josh again
sent the thought to both girls.

Both girls did as he instructed and noticed Josh had a
large smile on his face.

When she had rubbed herself ten strokes between her legs
Sally ran over to Alice. "What is happening?" she gasped.

"Is something wrong?" Josh innocently asked.

"No, there is nothing wrong," Alice said attempting to
appear calm but it was obvious she was not.

Josh watched as the two girls were talking to each other.
Sally was standing with her back to him facing Alice and
was moving her hands as she talked. Josh sent them
another thought, "Reach around and hug each other. While
you do grab each other's ass and squeeze ten times. Even
though you don't want it to it will feel great."

As Alice was listening to Sally's hysterics she suddenly
had the same compulsion that Alice was having. At almost
the same instant they reached around and hug each other.
Alice could not help but let her hand slipped down to
Sally's young ass and squeeze. She felt Sally doing to
the same to hers. It shouldn't but it felt really good.
Both girls felt something they did not want to feel and
under their jeans their pussies began to moisten.

Josh simply stood there and watched them. He looked at
many pictures on the Internet of girls doing things to
each other and love seeing it. Here it was live. Josh
also noticed the familiar budge in his pants.

Alice and Sally again regain their normal senses and were
looking at each other wondering what the hell was going
on.

Josh sent another thought, "Unbutton your blouse and pull
your left boob out of your bra and let me get a good look
at it."

Sally was trying to comprehend what was happening. She
still had the buzz of the wonderful feeling of Alice's
hug and her hands on her butt. She never thought she
would be attracted to another woman. Suddenly as she
pondered this, she had the strangest feeling in her left
breast and began opening her blouse. She looked up at
Alice on what to do and saw she was doing the same thing.
Then both girls shoved the left side of their bra down
and allowed their left breasts to break free of the bra.
They turned and allowed Josh to see them.

"What are you girls doing?" Josh said still playing
innocent.

When they heard his question they seem to break free of
the spell and quickly began to cover themselves. However,
before they could do so Josh sent, "Don't cover your
tit." Both girls stopped and just stood there looking
rather frantic.

"Why are you girls showing me your boobs?" Josh asked
giving his most innocent look he could imagine.

Alice finally responded saying, "You need to leave now.
We are having a little problem."

"I don't want to. I like seeing your titties." he said
again. With that he walked toward the two girls who were
still just standing there with their left breast for the
entire world to see.

"I told you to leave right now or you will be in big
trouble," Alice said in her firmest voice. Sally was
beginning to cry.

"No, you will be the one in trouble. It is against the
law for you to show your boobs in a store and I will
tell," Josh replied as he neared the two girls. Josh did
not know if this was true but it sounded good.

Alice did not have an answer for this. She was still
unsure of what was going on and was having difficulty
thinking at the moment.

"Your boobs are feeling great being out of their bras,"
Josh pushed the thought at them. He noticed immediately
both nipples seemed to perk up. Josh was standing right
in front of the two girls.

"Take off your blouse and bra," Josh projected his
thoughts.

Alice did not know what was going on but she knew her
breast was sending wonderful signals back to her body. It
felt great. Sally's tears had suddenly dried and she had
a bit of a smile on her face also.

Sally did not know what the wonderful sensation was but
wanted more of it so she took off her blouse and then
unfastened her bra leaving her top half expose. Alice did
the same and now they both stood before Josh with their
boobs right in front of him for the picking.

"Your breasts feel great. And your pussies are feeling
good to but Sally you still know what you are doing is
nasty. Alice you will just enjoy everything that
happens," Josh sent this thought particularly to punish
Sally. He had nothing against Alice.

Sally was in a difficult way. One part of her was pulling
her toward the most wonderful sensation she had ever felt
but the other part was feeling disgusted and humiliated
by what she was doing. To make matter worse when she
looked over at Alice, Alice had a serene smile on her
face and was totally absorb in what she was feeling.

Josh said aloud, "I will show you my cock if you will
show me your pussy, Sally?"

Josh continues to experiment with is mind control powers.
This time he has fun when the minister's wife visits his
home.

***

Josh had quite a day at the jeans store and when he met
up with his mom he was ready to go home. It had been
quite a day.

"I am going to take a shower and relax," Julie said to
her mister as they arrived home.

"Okay Mom." Josh's hormones never seemed to lessen so he
decided to use his invisibility and watch his Mom again.
He thought, "You will no longer be able to see me."

Julie wondered where Josh had suddenly gone but was too
tired to worry about it. She just wanted a long hot
shower and to relax.

Josh followed her into her room and watched her undress.
He liked his lady's body as he stood staring at her
nudity. He wondered though how she would look if she
shaved her pubic hair like many of the girls on the
Internet. "Why not," he thought to himself. "Mom, while
you are showering you will shave all the hair around your
pussy," he thought to his Mom.

Julie had the strangest feeling. It felt as if her pubic
hair was dirty. Lately Julie had been having some strange
feeling but she suddenly had the desire to shave her
cunt. Julie had often trimmed her pubic hair for bikinis
but she had never considered the idea of shaving her
pussy bare. As she entered the shower she grabbed her
razor.

Josh could not see into the shower very well but he did
see his Mom's freshly shaven pussy as she open the shower
door. It looked great.

Julie walked into her bedroom and stood before her
mirror. She felt very odd looking at her own bald pink
pussy. "What could I have been thinking," Julie pondered
as she felt the sensitive skin she had just shaven. "I
had better put some lotion on or else I will have
problems wearing my jean," Julie thought as she walked
over to her nightstand to get the lotion.

As she began to rub the lotion on her soft skin around
her pussy Josh sent another thought. "It feels good when
you rub yourself."

Julie felt her hand soothing the irritated skin but also
felt more than that. She felt the rush of sexual desire
that she thought she had loss when her husband left. She
felt the intense sensation of her clit responding to her
own fingers. And responding it was. Julie fell back on
her bed and let her fingers take over.

Josh watched as his Mom lay back on the bed and rubbed
her pussy. There she was lying in her bed with her legs
spread and Josh loving the show.

Julie could think of nothing but the pleasure she was
feeling. She began to cum without any help from Josh. He
had simply been the stimulus to excite Julie's own
repressed sexuality. Julie was now perfectly capable of
handling the rest.

Josh pulled out his already hard dick as he watched his
lady perform on herself. He had already cum once today
but was going to shoot his wad again. As he pumped his
dick he shop and nice glob that felt on his lady's
thighs. She was too consumed in her own rapture to feel
anything as Josh finished his own pleasure.

As he left the room Julie was continuing to enjoy
herself. Josh sent a message, "You will not noticed my
cum on your legs," and left the room with a smile on his
face.

Josh was rather content and spent the rest of the evening
watching TV wondering what the next day would bring.

Josh was not a bad kid but his knew power was having an
effect. He could just about have anything he wanted from
people and so far none could resist. This type of power
obviously would have a dramatic effect on one's
permisterality. Josh did not really think about this as he
drifted off into a restful relax.

Julie also slept very well that night.

Josh slept late the night morning. His lady had already
left for work since she had to work the breakfast and
lunch crowd. Josh prepared himself breakfast and thought
about what he wanted to do. As he sat there thinking over
the past few days he found his cock rising in his pants.
In the past he would have masturbated there and then but
now there were too many other options. Josh was brought
back to reality as someone began knocking on the front
door.

Josh walked to the door wondering who would be visiting
them. They seldom had any visitors. When he opened the
door and was greeted by Mrs. Wilmister. She was the wife of
the minister of the Church Josh and his lady attended
sometimes.

"Hello Josh," Mrs. Wilmister said as she stood on the porch.
Mrs. Wilmister was in her late 30's but still looked good.
She was blond and fit and trim. Josh could not help but
notice her breasts but quickly raised his gaze to her
eyes.

"I was hoping to catch your lady regarding our upcoming
women's retreat," she said.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wilmister but Mom already left for work. I
hate you had to drive out here for nothing." Josh
replied.

"That's okay; I'll catch her at the restaurant."

As Mrs. Wilmister began to walk back to her car Josh had an
idea. He projected the thought, "Mrs. Wilmister you will do
whatever I say. You will not question anything I ask. Do
you understand?"

Mrs. Wilmister suddenly stopped and said, "Yes I
understand".

"Come in the house."

She walked in and stood by the couch.

"Sit Down!"

Mrs. Wilmister sat down and looked forward with a calm
content expression.

Josh stood there a minute considering what he wanted to
do. Then he wondered aloud, "Mrs. Wilmister what is the
strangest sex thing you have ever done?"

Mrs. Wilmister looked thoughtful and replied, "I went to the
Mall in Carver and walked around without any panties. I
then let a few men catch a glimpse of my pussy."

Josh was surprised since Mrs. Wilmister was very much a
minister's type wife.

"Do you like to let men see your pussy?" Josh questioned
further.

"Yes, I love to both men and boys see it," she answered.

"Let me see your pussy right now," Josh commanded.

Mrs. Wilmister pulled up the long dress she was wearing and
to Josh's amazement she had no panties and there was her
hairy pussy.

"Do you like to rub your pussy, Mrs. Wilmister?"

"Oh yes I love to do that. The Reverend loves to rub my
pussy and my asshole."

"Ok, rub your pussy right now."

Mrs. Wilmister had quickly moved between her legs and she
sighed as her hand touched her clit. She slowly began to
manipulate her clit and her hips began to move as she
rubbed herself.

This time Josh was beyond himself. "Do you like to suck
dicks, Mrs. Wilmister?"

"Oh I love to suck the Reverend's cock."

Josh pulled his dick out and said, "Here is my dick. I
want you to suck it!"
Mrs. Wilmister turned and moved her head toward Josh's dick.
She continued to moan softly and rub herself. She licked
the head of Josh's dick and then began sucking it. Josh
began to fuck his minister's wife's mouth. It felt great
and he could feel a large gush building up in his balls.
Mrs. Wilmister continued to rub her now very wet pussy and
Josh could contain himself no longer.

As Mrs. Wilmister continued to suck his dick, it erupted in
long streams of cum shooting into Mrs. Wilmister's mouth and
throat. She coughed and as Josh's dick moved out of her
mouth his cum went all over her face. Mrs. Wilmister
continued to smile and now began to moan loudly as she
neared and tremendous climax. Josh having finished his
watched in amazement as Mrs. Wilmister had one of the best
organisms of her life. Even after she slumped down
exhausted she continued to follow Josh's instructions to
rub her pussy.

Josh finally noticed this and gave her permission to
stop.

Mrs. Wilmister sat back on the couch with her legs spread
and her pink wet pussy exposed for all to see.

"Did you like that Mrs. Wilmister?" Josh asked.

"Yes very much," Mrs. Wilmister replied in a calm matter of
fact tone.

"Okay, I want you to remember what a fantastic time you
had. I want you to remember your pussy felt great.
However, I want you to forget everything else that
happened today. We simply had a very nice chat. As you
drive away I want you to think about my cock and how it
might taste. You will become very excited by this thought
even."

Mrs. Wilmister simply nodded in agreement.

"Now go in the bathroom and clean up and you may leave."

Josh watched from the couch as Mrs. Wilmister went in the
bathroom and composed herself. She then walked back
through the house and out the door. As she got into her
car she thought to herself, "That Josh is such a nice
boy." Then she drove off. As she pulled out on the
highway she suddenly thought, "I bet his cum would
certainly taste sweet."

Mrs. Wilmister was very upset by this thought and could not
believe how wet her pussy had suddenly become at the
thought. It took great effort to keep her hand from
moving down and rubbing her pussy to the thought of
Josh's cum.

Mrs. Wilmister did manage to drive home but that night the
Reverend got one of the best blowjobs he had ever had.

Josh was not a bad kid. As his 18th birthday came and
went he continued to experiment with his powers to
control people. Josh's intent was not to use people but
at times he could just not pass up using his ability to
satisfy his youthful libido. It felt too good to pass up
the opportunities at hand. So far he had only directed
others to perform sexual acts that stimulated his
masturbation. Josh was still a virgin and had very little
experience with the opposite sex.

His erotic experience with women began his acquisition of
mind control powers. His experiences now involved his
neighbors, the minister's wife, the sales girls at the
local jean shop, and even his lady. Up till now these
experiences only involved manipulating others while he
watched and masturbated. Josh did not know it yet but
today would push him one step further along the road to
corrupting power.

Josh awoke to a late August mornings, one of the last
days of summer vacation. Even though Josh had turn 18 in
July he still had one more year of high school. He was
looking forward to the return of school particularly in
light of his new abilities. It now took very little
effort for him to command others to do his bidding and
then to have them selectively forget what happened. He
could also control various physiological processes and
rationalized that he had provided numerous women the
greatest orgasm of their life.

The first thing that popped into Josh's mind as he arose
from bed was his morning erection. He was now
masturbating at least two times a day. As he went to the
bathroom his mom shouted, "Are you up yet Josh? I have to
go to work soon."

Josh's mom, Julie divorced long ago, did not know it but
she had felt her mister's powers. Sex had been far from her
mind a few weeks ago, but now she was a very sexually
satisfied woman. She thought she did it all herself and
had no idea of the help provided by her mister.

Josh loved watching his mom play with her pussy. She had
no idea that while she masturbated to her greatest
orgasms in years her mister stood with his cock in hand
watching. This sight was quite enough to cause massive
eruptions from his cock.

One reamister for Josh's earlier lack of experience was his
self-consciousness about the size of his cock. It wasn't
as large as some of the other guys but it worked quite
well. Josh's thinking had now moved from watching to
doing. He justified his manipulations of others by the
joy he was giving them. However, to actually have sex
with them would amount to **** and Josh had difficulty
with this idea. However, his hormones also had a powerful
influence on his young consciousness.

"Josh would you hurry up and come down to breakfast,"
Julie shouted. She had to leave soon for the lunch shift
at the local diner in town.

"Ok, Mom be right down."

Josh quickly finished in the bathroom and walked into the
kitchen in his underwear.
"You have not even dressed yet," Julie scolded.

"I will after breakfast," he replied.

"You know school will begin soon. Then you will have to
be up early everyday."

"I know," Josh said as he looked up from the table at his
mom's breasts.

Josh thought deeply, "Mom pull out your tits," he
projected.

Julie had the strangest sensation in her chest and felt
the tightness of her bra as suffocating. As she stood in
the kitchen she could no longer stand the tightness and
quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her ample breast
out of the confining bra. Julie sigh relief as she now
stood with both breasts protruding out. As she regained
her composure she looked down to see her mister staring as
her breasts.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Josh said in mocked amazement.

Julie was stunned. She could not seem to move her feet
and could not stand the idea of covering her breasts with
her tight bra. "I don't know", Julie stammered, "but you
should not be looking at me that way."

"You pulled out your tits. What do you expect me to do?"
Josh answered still eyeing his Mom's breasts. Josh let go
of his mom's mind as he watched her near panic.

Julie quickly came to herself. She turned her back to her
mister whom she knew had gotten a very good look at her
breasts. She rearranged her bra, buttoned her blouse, and
turn back to Josh feeling very embarrassed.

"I don't know what came over me."

"That's ok, I don't care," Josh said with a smile.

"It's not right that you see me like that. I am your
lady. I think I must be having anxiety attacks or
something," Julie explained.

"Ok Mom, don't worry about it. It is forgotten," Josh
said as he finished breakfast and got up to leave. "You'd
better hurry or you'll be late for work," he added.

"Ok, I'm leaving right now, bye Josh, don't get into any
trouble today and clean up your room," Julie instructed
as she walked out the door. She gave her bra strapped a
pull remembering the bra's tightness that had vanished as
quickly as it had arisen.

Julie was troured by her mister's apparent enjoyment of her
exposing her breasts and could help but noticed the budge
that formed in his briefs. Julie was also troured by the
excitement she felt deep within over the thought of her
mister seeing her breasts.

Josh cleaned up his room as instructed and went down to
begin his day. Living in the country meant long hikes
through the summer woods. He loved to walk through the
trees with his dog Ralphee. They spent many long days
wandering down trails through the rather large forest
that surround his home.

Josh kept remember his Mom's boobs hanging over her bra
as he and Ralphee wandered along a trail. His normal
libido was even more charged than normal and he began
thinking of a plan to discharge some of this energy. In
the old days he would have just whipped out his cock and
shot a load of cum on a tree or something. Now though he
wanted more and he had the means to achieve it.

As Josh considered his options he came out into a field
of hay almost ready to be cut and bailed. "The Harpers
lived over on the other side of this field," Josh told
Ralphee. "You know, Ralphee Mrs. Harper is not bad
looking. Why don't we give her a little visit?"

The Harper's mobile home was located just the other side
of a large old wooden barn. It was between two large oak
that provided shelter from the hot sun. Josh walked
across the field and approached the trailer. At first he
did not see anyone but then saw Mrs. Harper walk through
the living room.

Mrs. Harper was in her early 30's and use to teach at the
local high school that Josh attended. He did not have any
classes with her but had often watched this attractive
blond. She quit teaching to have a baby but regained her
youthful figure. She was now staying home for the year to
be with her baby.

Josh walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. Mrs.
Harper came to the door and looked at Josh. "What are you
doing here, Josh? This is a long ways from your house."
This was a rural community and everyone knew everyone.

"I was wondering if I could get a glass of water. I've
been out walking in the woods. Hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. Come on in Josh," Mrs. Harper said.

"Sit down and tell me about your summer," Mrs. Harper
said as she put some ice in a glass.

"It has been okay but it will soon be over," Josh said as
Mrs. Harper handed him the glass.

Josh took a long take as he sent a thought to her, "Mrs.
Harper, you suddenly find me very attractive."

Jane Harper was a normal woman. She and her husband John
had a mostly good sex life but with the baby it had
decreased. Jane did not have the drive she once had and
was surprised at sudden excitement that this young man
was creating in her. Jane felt her nipples perk up at the
thought of this young man sitting in her living room. She
wanted to dismiss the thought and push it out of her head
but it kept returning.

"Mrs. Harper why are you staring at me like that?" Josh
said knowing the conflict he was creating in her.

"What do you mean Josh? I am just looking at you."

"Okay," Josh said as he thought "Mrs. Harper unbutton the
top two buttons on your blouse."

Jane kept trying to dismiss these unhealthy sexual
thoughts about this boy only to have them reappear
stronger. As she fought with these sexual impulses her
hand moved automatically to unbutton the top two buttons
of her blouse. This revealed the lacy outline of her bra
and curves the upper portion of her breasts. Jane knew
this was not a good thing to do to a young boy but it
felt so good to show off.

"Mrs. Harper, are you sure you're okay?" Josh said as he
sent another thought, "Your pussy is being to become wet
and you clit is becoming excited."

Jane was about to reply to Josh when an electric shot
race through her body as her pussy began to send its
messages to her brain. She suddenly felt wet with desire
and wanted Josh.

As Josh pondered this situation he became even more
excited and his dick rose in his pants. "I can do
anything I want to with Mrs. Harper," he thought to
himself. "I have the power." Josh was beginning to feel
very powerful and decided to test his powers.

"Mrs. Harper, I would like for you to do a slow strip for
me. Take off everything but your bra and panties," Josh
said this aloud now assure of his mastery.

"What did you say Josh?" Mrs. Harper asked in amazement.
This seemed to bring her out of her sexual state of mind.

"You heard me the first time."

"Josh you had better leave right now," Mrs. Harper said
as she began to undo her blouse and remove it.

"I don't think so," Josh answered in a very confident
voice as he watched Mrs. Harper undress.

"What is happening?" Mrs. Harper questioned as she
removed her pants revealing herself to Josh.

"You are just following my instructions."
"I don't want to do this but I can't stop," Mrs. Harper
almost shouted as she moved toward a possible hysterical
state.

"You will do what I say and quit being such a pussy about
it," Josh commanded becoming slightly angry at her
histrionics. "Sway your hips," he added.

"No, I won't do it," Mrs. Harper said, as she became a
rhythmic movement of her hips.

"What is your name, I'm tired of Mrs. Harper. What does
you husband call you?"

"My name is Beth."

"Okay, Beth when you and your husband first married and
began to fuck all the time what did he called?" Josh
continued.

"He used to call me Nasty Girl," she could not believe
she was telling Josh these things.

"Why did he call you that?"

"Cause I liked to do nasty things," Beth shuddered as she
answered all Josh's questions.

"Like what?"

"I like to suck his dick. I like to have him tied me up
and stick it up my butt. I like to do everything to make
my pussy hot and wet." Beth continued to be amazed by her
own voice telling Josh these things.

Josh was also amazed at what he was hearing. Mrs. Harper,
the schoolteacher, liked to be tied up by her husband and
fucked up the ass. Josh could not believe but he liked it
and was a long way from being finished with Nasty Girl.

"Okay takes off your bra and shows me your tits."

"No please Josh. Stop all this and just leave me alone,"
Beth said as she removed her bra.

"Nice tittles," Josh said as he examined Beth 36 C
breasts with perky dark nipples.

Beth could not believe what was happening. She also could
not believe that down deep she was excited. This repulsed
her but the repulsion seem to even further fuel the
excitement deep within.

"Please Josh just stop this and go home."

Josh was far beyond listening to any such suggestions.
Josh was in charge.

"Take of your panties," Josh said with a big smile.

"Please Josh," Beth said as she now stood before Josh
totally nude.

Josh looked over Beth. She had a large patch of dark hair
around her pussy. Josh said, "Spread your legs so I can
see your pussy better."

She did as instructed and Josh could see the pink pussy
lips that showed a bit of moisture.

"Turn around."

Beth turned and Josh examined her shapely ass and long
legs.

"Bend over and spread move."

Beth did as commanded and Josh had a full view of her
pussy and ass and even her puckered asshole. Beth felt a
surge of excitement as she bent into this most revealing
and humiliating position.

"Ok, turn back around and look at me," Josh was in full
control and enjoying ever minute of this. He was even
enjoying Beth's obvious distress over what was happening.

Beth was feeling totally humiliated standing nude before
this young man. She had married her husband quite young
and he had been the only man to see her naked. Even
though there were times when she could be extremely wild
in bed it was only with him. This was a totally alien
experience.

She could see from Josh's intense expression that he was
a long way from being finished with her. This was
extremely distressing to her but what was more
distressing were the deep feelings of intense excitement
that continued to build inside her.

"Come over here Beth," Josh commanded.

Beth now stood directly in front of where Josh sat on the
couch.

"Unzip my pants."

"No, please Josh stop," Beth said as she unzipped his
pants.

Josh did not have a large dick but it was at its peak
size of 4 inches.

"Pull out my dick."

Beth pulled out his dick and held it in her hand.

Josh had never had anyone other than himself hold his
dick. It felt great.

"Rub my dick and make me feel good."

"Please, Josh," Beth said as she rubbed his dick.

Josh was beyond pleasure at this. He knew it would not be
long before he explored and he wanted more than a hand-
job from her.

"Ok, turn around and sit on my dick."

"No, Please Josh," Beth said as she turn and slowly sat
on his dick. His dick entered the now wet pussy and Josh
felt her tight hold grasped his swollen cock.

"Okay fuck me Beth and fuck me good!"

Beth gasped as his dick entered her pussy. She had not
had much sex in the last few years and she felt terrible
that his dick felt good in her cunt. She began to squirm
up and down as she had been commanded. As her pussy
massaged Josh's cock she also felt her sexuality ignite.

Josh was in heaven. Her pussy grabbed his cock in ways he
had never imagined. It felt fantastic.

"Oh, Beth I am going to cum, it feels so gooooooood,"
Josh said as his cock squirted blob after blob into
Beth's pussy.

It was too soon for Beth to reach an organism but she
could not believe how good it felt for his cock to be
inside her. She wanted it to last longer but at the same
time she was completely disgusted with herself. She was
liking it.

Josh lay back with his cock still in Beth's pussy. "That
was fantastic", he said as her pussy milked the last bits
of Josh's cum.

"Get off now and get on your knees before me," Josh
commanded now assured of his complete control.

Beth did as she was instructed and look up at Josh.
"Please stop," was all she could say.

"No I'm not going to stop and for that I want you to suck
all the cum and pussy juice off my dick, right now."

Beth obeyed and leaned forward to take Josh's cock in her
mouth. She could taste both his cum and her own pussy
juices. She felt repulsed by this but these offenses
also fueled a deeper passion that was being to grow.

Josh being a young man quickly grew hard again. His dick
swelled in Beth's mouth as she licked the head tasting
some pre-cum as Josh became excited again.

"Ok that's enough Beth. Get up and let me look at you."

She complied and stood before Josh. She could feel Josh's
cum mixed with her own juices leaking out of her pussy
and dripping to the carpet.

"Go clean yourself up and put on your sexiest underwear
and come back in here," Josh commanded to this woman he
had only thought to be an innocent teacher.

As Beth quickly cleaned herself she could not begin to
unwind the conflicted mixed emotions she was feeling. She
knew with every fiber of her being that what was
happening was wrong. She was having sex with a kid. She
was cheating on her husband. She was really, really
excited by all of this and had to resist the temptation
to have an orgasm right in the bathroom as she cleaned
Josh's cum out of her pussy.

Beth worked with his hair a bit and added a bit of
makeup. She went to the very back of her closet where she
hid a bra and panty combination she had not worn in a
long time. It was black and did very little to hide
anything. She added some high heel shoes and a garter
belt and presented herself before Josh.

Josh could not believe the change. This young teacher now
looked like a New York high-class call girl.

"You look great Beth," Josh exclaimed. "Dance for me."

Beth began a slow movement with her hip swaying in rhythm
to her own internal music. She turned to allow Josh to
see her G-string panties and bent slight to give him the
very best view. She continued to experience a great
conflict in this but could do nothing but go with the
sexual flow that was enveloping her.

Josh watched in increased excited. After a few minutes he
could no longer stand the sexual tension. "Come here
Beth. Sit on the couch and kiss me."

Josh had very little experience in kissing and as Beth's
tongue slipped into his mouth he knew he was in heaven.
Josh caressed Beth's back and his hand slid down to her
butt. It was soft and tender.

He then reached up and began to cup her breasts and could
feel her tight nipples straining against the soft silk of
the bra. His hand then moved downward and he felt the
soft fibers of her pubic hair as his hand slid down to
the crack of her wet pussy. His fingers easily slipped
inside Beth.

"Ohhhhh," Beth moaned as she felt her inner most being
***d by Josh's fingers. Beth had never felt this
excited in her life. She was quickly sinking beyond any
moral considerations of the events that were transpiring.
She only wanted the sensations to continue.

Josh moved Beth to the soft carpet. He lay on top of her
and positioned his cock to again enter her pussy. Josh
again felt the softness of her pussy accepting his
manhood.

"Oh God!" Beth was now beyond hope.

Josh began to slowly pump himself in and out of Beth.
Even though he was extremely excited he had much more
control over himself this time and wanted things to last.

Beth could feel his cock moving slowing in and out and as
it rubbed against her clit wave after wave of pleasure
was registered deep within her brain. Beth was totally
emerged in the very basic naturalistic primitive part of
herself. Nothing else mattered.

Josh's tongue explored the details of Beth tongue and the
roof of her mouth. He continued to pump her pussy and
could feel his excitement continue to build. "Not yet,"
he thought to himself.

Beth was going beyond this world. Her orgasm built and
exploded into a white light of ecstasy. Wave after wave
of pure sexual pleasure flowed through her. This was the
Nirvana of the natural kingdom, pure primitive delight.

Josh felt his cock swell and as he erupted into the deep
recesses of Beth's pussy nothing else matter. Squirt
after squirt of his cum shot into Beth's womb. Josh could
not believe how good this felt. This day he was no longer
a virgin.

Josh had also reached another boundary. He was in control
and now knew nothing could really stop him. People were
for his pleasure but he could and would also give them
pleasure. He could also inflict pain if he so chose. Beth
was proof of this. Of course, Josh in his immaturity had
no real idea of the conflict Beth would experience as a
result of this. As a result he had no intention of wiping
the memories from her. He wanted her to remember him.

Josh's eruptions ended and he slowly moved off Beth. The
excitement was almost too much for Beth and she was near
a blissful ***ness.

"That was fantastic!" Josh said as he put back on his
pants.

Beth just lay on the floor with cum still oozing from her
pussy.

"I want you to remember what happen. I want you to know
how much you enjoyed this but I do not want you to tell
anyone what happened," Josh instructed. "Do you
understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Beth replied.

"I will be seeing you again. I want to try out your
asshole," Josh said as he walked out the door.

It was not until the baby began to cry to Beth came back
to herself. As she quickly got up and began to care for
her baby's needs that many thoughts flowed into her mind.
How could she have done what she did, and how could she
have enjoyed it so much?

Over the next few days Beth would think a lot about many
things. Some of these thoughts would create great
conflicts for Beth but some would result in her hand
seeking that little button that would propel her once
again to her naturalistic desires.

Two people had changed this day. Josh was no longer a
virgin and Beth was a much more complicated woman.

THE END

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Pain and Pleasure


This story is about a man who is *******ped while on his
way home from work. He's taken to a place where he is
tied up by a group of men. They who power him to have sex
with natural and watch, betting on how long he'll last.

***

I was walking home from the bar where I had stopped on my
way home from work to have a few takes with some
buddies, and I didn't feel safe to drive the six blocks
home. It was going on 7:30pm and my wife had asked me to
be home by 7:15pm for dinner so I thought I had better
take the short cut threw the alleyway that came out just
two houses down from mine. (Little did I know I would not
be making it home tonight, do to what was ahead in the
alley).

It was very dark and I could not see anything, but I
could hear what I thought to be a dog or a cat moving
around in the shadows about 50 feet away. I knew I was
already late so I decided to go ahead and walk threw the
alley. I felt it was safe to make it threw to the house,
so I kept going. As I passed the area where I thought the
dog or cat was I heard a man yell, "Get him guy's!!!"

I tried to run but before I knew it I was being pushed
face down into a pile of garbage. I could hear the voices
of 6 or 7 men as I was being tied up and blindfolded.
Then I felt them lift me up and start walking. I was
scared for my life so I started to scream when I was
silenced by one of the men putting a piece of cloth into
my mouth. A few seconds later they stopped and I could
hear them open the doors on a vehicle. They then tossed
me into the back of what I thought to be a van or cargo
truck.

Then the men all got in and I heard the engine start. We
were on our way to where ever they were taking me. I was
tied up and blindfolded so I couldn't move too much or
see where we were going, but I could hear things clanging
together. It sounded like tools and other metal objects.
The whole time we were moving I kept wondering what they
wanted with me, and if they had planed on *******ing me. I
thought about my wife and kids and how worried they must
be by now.

The men drove for what must have been about 3 hours when
they finally stopped and shut the engine off. They all
got out of the vehicle and I guess when to do something.
It was quiet for what seemed like an eternity. After a
while they returned, and dragged me out of the vehicle.
Once outside two men held me up and another one started
cutting my clothes off of me. Then they untied my legs
and guided me to where the rest of the men had gone. Once
outside of a building the man who seemed to be in charge
ordered another man to remove the blindfold from my
eye's. Once the blindfold was taken off I began to look
around to see where I was and who had brought me here.

As I looked around I counted ten men who were joking and
laughing. And there only seemed to be one building for as
far as I could see in any direction. The building looked
to be very old and needed to be painted, for most of the
paint had chipped away except a few patches of white here
and there. After I took a good look around I thought
about running but I was afraid if I ran they would *******
me for sure.

Just then the man in charge hollered to some men inside
the building, "Are you ready for the bitch yet?"

"Not yet sir," said one of the men inside.

The man in charge walked over to me and started
inspecting my body. Once he moved into the light I got a
good look at his face. I did not know him nor did I
recognize any of the other men.

The man in charge then removed the cloth that had been
put in my mouth to keep me from calling out for help. I
then asked him who he was, and why they *******ped me and
brought me here? The man laughed and said,

"My name is not important here, but I am called the Boss
or the man in charge. And the reamister you are here is
because you were in the wrong place at the right time.
You are also here to be a bitch to those inside who you
will meet very soon."

I then asked him if they were going to ******* me?

"No. We don't do things like that. We will let you go
when we have finished with you." said the man in charge.

I let out a sigh of relief after he said that, but I
still didn't know what to expect when they take me
inside. The man in charge said I was going to be a bitch.
I wonder if he means they're all going to fuck me. Just
then a man from inside came to the large door way and
said, "Everything is ready sir."

"Okay, get the bitch inside men." said the man in charge.

Then all the men entered the building.

The two men that had been holding my arms and I were the
last to enter the building. Once inside the doors were
closed and locked to prevent me from getting away.

Inside it was dark at first but I could hear lots of
people around me. I was walked about 60 feet when all of
a sudden we stopped. Then the man holding my right arm
yelled, "Hit the lights guy's. Lets get this bitch
ready."

Just then the lights came on and a roar of cheering,
whistling, and clapping over took me. I looked around the
room where they had brought me. I could see what looks to
be 60 or 70 men standing behind a wall that was only 3
feet high, 4 feet away from 3 of the main buildings
walls. The 4th wall had 5 horse stalls, I could see
horses in 2 of them. There were also 7 or 8 very large
dog kennels along the walls that were 3 feet high. From
what I could see all of them have large dog's in them.
Next to me on the ground was a wooden block covered with
a cushion on it. In one of the other corners was a table.
I started to think, what are all these naturals for?
Surely they aren't going to have them fuck me.

Just then the two men pushed me down to my knees, untied
my hands from behind my back. Then they moved the wooden
block under my chest to hold me up, and they tied my
hands to my ankles. I could hear the man in charge
calling for all bets.

"All bet's here! Place your bet's here! 5 minutes until
all bet's close."

I wonder what they are betting on, was there going to be
a race of some sort? A few minutes later a woman walked
out and stood next to the row of dog kennels. I noticed
her right away do to the fact that she was the only
female in the whole place. As I was looking at her the
man in charge yelled out, "All bet's are now closed. Let
the bitching begin."

(CHEERING from crowd)

The woman opens the first of the kennels and a large
black dog moves out. He looked to be about 90 LBS, he was
a black lab mix. He ran over to me and started smelling
my ass. I tried top move but before I could do anything
the dog jumped up on my back and started thrusting his
hips towards my ass. I could feel his dewclaws digging
into my sides. Then all of a sudden I felt the dogs cock
hitting my ass. He was trying to fuck me but he couldn't
get his cock into my ass. Just then the man on my left
kneeled down taking the dogs cock in his hand he guided
it straight into my ass. I started screaming. STOP!
PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!!! But everyone just cheered louder.
This seemed to excite the dog and he started fucking me
faster and harder. With tears running down my face I
begged them to make him stop. Above all the pain I could
feel something very hard pressing against the outside of
my asshole. I thought, is he all the way in? Just then
the hard thing started moving into my ass and I started
screaming again. HELP ME PLEASE! HE IS RIPPING MY ASS
OPEN!!!

The dog then stopped all of a sudden and I could feel
something warm oozing into my ass as the dog's cock
jerked a few times. Then with the knot like thing and his
cock still in my ass he turned around so that we were now
with our asses together. It felt like he was ripping my
ass off. The man on my left then went and held the dog so
he wouldn't try to walk away. About 5 or 6 minutes later
I felt the dog's cock fall free from my ass.

(CHEERING from crowd)

The man in charge yelled out, "Number of minutes from cock
in to cock out was 15 minutes. We have 4 winners for round
1. Bet's for round 2 to open in 30 seconds."

I said, What round 2? I wont let you keep having dog's
fuck me. One was bad enough.

"New bet's now open. You have 2 minutes to place all
bet's from round 2." yelled the man in charge.

I struggled to get free but at no prevail. The ropes had
been tied to tight. I was begging the two men next to me
to untie me, but they just pretended I was not here. Then
all of a sudden the man in charge yelled, "Bet's for round
2 now closed! Release the husky."

The woman next to the kennel's then locked the door on
the black lad mix's kennel and opened the next kennel.
Out walked this big gray and white husky. His belly had
been shaved and the tip of his bright red cock was
protruding out of his sheath. The husky walked over to my
ass but instead of jumping on my back he walked around to
my face. He stood with his side to me right where his
cock is. Then he laid down on his back and growled. The
two men picked him up and moved him closer to me. They
laid him so that if I was to drop my head my mouth would
be on his cock. The man on my right then said, "Suck his
cock bitch!"