les histoires de chrislebo

Sarge grinned upon reading the news. He perused the gossip section of an international newspaper and noticed that one of the Hollywood actresses was taking a sabbatical to Africa. Apparently the actress wanted to start a family and adopting a baby from one of the African countries was a perfect way to start. Marie Kelly's news article stated that she was leaving within a week or two and she was not cast to do another movie for at least a year.

When the expected message arrived at his office one morning, Sarge read it with great anticipation. "I have decided to accept your invitation. I am going to arrive in your country on Friday, on the noon flight from Los Angles. Please make living arrangements, in the same hotel as we stayed before. I will stay until after the baby is born."

Sarge read the message feeling a great sense of pride. "My oldest sister will be traveling with me and she will look after me during my stay. She is a very influential woman with powerful contacts in the US embassy so please don't try anything with her."

He continued reading with more anticipation building deep inside his belly. "You must promise me complete secrecy and promise you won't let any news get out that I am pregnant. We both know what it would do to my reputation and I insist that it be kept quiet."

Sarge read and laughed out loud at her obvious gullibility. 'Sure,' he chuckled. 'I'll keep it quiet but your sweet ass is mine! I'm going to let my little niece take real good care of it until the baby is born. Then Nia can give it to whomever she wants. Hell... all the boys loved it last time... maybe they can have it again... and again!'

He couldn't stop laughing at his shrewd scheme. Sarge was still laughing when he sent a reply to Marie Kelly and the perpetual grin lasted until the actress's plane arrived. Marie Kelly deplaned and entered the security section of the airport without any fanfare. Sarge watched the beautiful actress, as she walked towards the security checkpoint, and sort of regretted not keeping her for himself.

Suddenly he noticed her accomplice and marveled at the woman's radiant beauty. She was definitely older but carried herself with a grace not common to most. It was obviously Marie Kelly's sister and Sarge's tummy did a summersault thinking of new and more devious plans.

Sarge went straight up to the pair. "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation... to visit our African paradise again," he said to the actress. "This gorgeous woman must be your sister. My, oh my... it is very nice to meet you," he said extending a welcoming hand.

"This is Susan, my oldest sister. Sue... this is Sarge. He is head of security and has assured me that my secret is safe," Marie Kelly said. She gave her sister a warning glance even though none was needed, as the two had discussed Sarge before leaving home.

Susan was full of courage and resolve before the trip but now she was scared. The powerful, dark eyes of the officer in-charge sent shivers of doubt through her entire body. Susan realized they would be cutoff from the outside world once they had cleared security but she reasoned there was no alternative. Thankfully everything went well, as the sisters progressed through security screening, and both breathed a sigh of relief when they were on the way to the hotel.

Sarge was shrewd. His devious planning and scheming took hours and soared to another level with the news of Marie Kelly's visit. It would be the ultimate control over two of the most adorable women in the world. One he was already master over, or his young *** was, he chuckled. The other was a famous actress who he would soon have complete control over, if he already didn't have, he rea***ed.

It was easy to arrange for a weekend gathering at his home. His nieces were only too happy to attend knowing the white visitors would also be there. Sarge explained to his young nieces that he planned having the two pregnant, white women stay in their village until the babies were born. He told Thema and Nia that he wanted them to visit with Michelle and Marie Kelly for a couple of days at his home, and then they could all spend the next few months in the village.

He was well aware of Thema's admiration for Michelle and he used it to his advantage. With Thema herself getting pregnant at almost the same time, as Michelle, the timing was perfect. Sarge laughed at Nia's response when he mentioned that she should come into the city with her sister. Nia never hesitated when Sarge coaxed her to visit and she seemed overly anxious to meet the actress. He correctly assumed Nia found the American very appealing after seeing what happened to her during the **********.

His tricky plan was well received by Marie Kelly. She didn't relish living in a hotel and jumped at alternate accommodations. Sarge explained how the actress and her sister could stay in his home for the weekend, and then they would live with his two nieces. He told the sisters how Thema and Nia lived in a small village and they were more than willing to look after their needs for the next few months.

Sarge slyly clinched the deal when he told Marie Kelly more. He stated that his oldest niece was pregnant and that she was queen of their village. Then he told the actress that there would be another white woman, who was pregnant, staying in the village during the same time.

Susan was skeptical about moving out of the hotel but her sister insisted they do it. Marie Kelly was convinced of Sarge's concern for her well-being. She was also adamant that she couldn't live in a busy hotel and wanted to be someplace where it was quiet and restful. Being out of the public limelight was a primary concern for her. A small village seemed the perfect place to spend time waiting for the baby to be born, Marie assured her sister.

They were packed and ready when Sarge's limo arrived. Emu and Mosi put the luggage in the car and then took the women to their boss's home. The transition went extremely smooth, as Zelma, her ********* and many servants met the sisters. Sarge planned taking things one step at a time. Stage one was getting everyone at his home so he could demonstrate his supreme control.

Stage two was well thought out. His young *** didn't like the idea but Sarge assured Kato that the white woman would be his after the baby was born. Then he told Kato that the gorgeous Michelle would spend the next few months with Thema in her village. He also explained how the actress would join Michelle in the village and she would be well taken care of by Kato's young cousin, Nia.

Suddenly Sarge grinned feeling more and more confidence after meeting Marie Kelly's sister. He imagined making slight modification to stage two, which included gaining control over the sophisticated Susan. Sarge pictured the refined, ravishing woman and wondered if he was shrewd enough to get the upper hand on such a woman.

Sarge was smart enough to delay any perverted acts until the women felt secure and safe in their surroundings. That was the rea*** he took extra precautions planning stage two. The three women would spend the entire weekend at his home, and his family along with his nieces would show the trio some African hospitality.

The progression to stage three would be his ultimate caper. He planned for Michelle and Marie Kelly to spend months in the village and he left what happened entirely up to Thema and Nia. Sarge didn't even bother giving his nieces suggestions or ideas for what they should do or what should happen during the time. He rea***ed that anything the two young girl's came up with would suffice and totally blow his mind.

The bonus of part three was having Susan around. His altered plan was to have the beautiful woman spend the entire time with him. For once in his life, Sarge planned enjoying the benefits of being the captor. And he suddenly came to the conclusion that he was not going to share her. He would keep Susan for himself and have her as his mistress.

The weekend went exactly as planned. The sisters spent a relaxing time in Sarge's home and they were given private tours of the capital city. Michelle spent the days at his home although Sarge allowed her to spend nights with her husband. The devious maneuver seemed to work in his favor. It supposedly indicated the married couple had some independence, which added to Sarge's sincerity towards his guests.

Sarge was the perfect host, as he had his family and servants provide lavish meals for everyone. He even supplied local entertainment each evening and it didn't take long to put his guests at ease. The two young girls grew friendly with the three women but neither Thema nor Nia put any forward advances on their targeted victims.

Susan watched things closely and felt overly protective for her young sister. Being the oldest of the five ********, she had always been there for Marie. Susan felt there was something very odd with the way Sarge was treating them and she noticed the other white woman was treated with a special devotion. At one point during a tour of the parliament building, the woman disappeared with Sarge's ***, which seemed very odd to Susan.

The disappearance itself wasn't that odd but it was the appearance of the woman when she returned that was bizarre. Her face was a brilliant blushing red and she acted timid and shy around her husband. Strangely her husband put up with her odd actions although he had a look of deep concern on his face. Susan looked closely at the woman and assumed Michelle was in her late 30's, very close to her age.

As the tour continued around the extensive building, Susan noticed how the young boy boldly put his hands all over the sexy woman. It actually appeared like a game, as the woman tried hard to stop the fondling and groping, but it seemed to do little good. What was the most upsetting to Susan was the way Sarge seemed to tolerate what his *** did and he even appeared to encourage Kato.

The more Susan was around Sarge, the more concerned she became. The man was extremely ******** to the point where he acted arrogant. It was almost as if he assumed the three guests were his per***al servants and he could order them to do anything. What concerned her the most was the way Sarge seemed to garner trust and loyalty from everyone. That was most evident during one of the evening entertainment sessions when he sat beside her. In no time she was conversing back and forth with him and the light banter put her at ease, which she didn't like. She thought he was nothing but a scum-sucking pig and she didn't like the fact he ******* her into liking him.

As the weekend drew to a close, the house got eerily quiet. Thema and Nia returned to their village but Sarge had made sure they were well aware of his requests before they left. He gave them complete freedom and permission to do whatever their hearts desired. "Thema, my dear. You have expressed interest in Michelle... told me how you wish her to be your close friend," he said to his oldest niece. "I will bring her to village... bring her tomorrow. She stay with you until baby born... live with you and Baako."

The arrangements sent a shiver of excitement through Thema's entire body. She had dreamed about this. Fantasized about having Michelle stay with her... live with her. All of a sudden her dream was coming true. She listened to her uncle on pins and needles and then he turned his attention to her sister.

"Nia. Tomorrow I bring Michelle to village... but also I bring Marie Kelly," Sarge said. "It will be big favor to me if you look after actress. She live in Zuberi's home with you... she be your slave... own per***al, white slave."

Nia was too happy and excited to say anything. She hugged her uncle trying to reassure his confidence in her was not unfounded. Then the two girls departed leaving Sarge to wrap up the weekend. He willingly allowed Michelle to stay with her husband at their house for one last night, but made sure they knew his plan. "Tomorrow. I pick you up and we go to village. You stay with Thema... live with her," he whispered sending a shiver of panic down Rodney's spine. "She look after your needs and make sure everything is okay. Also... I arrange for doctor to stay in village."

Then Sarge turned his attention to Rodney. "But you stay in city... work during week. Then visit wife on weekends. I drive you to village so you can visit." Sarge watched the couple leave and he noticed how they embraced in a most hesitant manner.

Suddenly Sarge was alone with his thoughts. He went up to his bedroom and slowly undressed. Then he jumped into the hot tub relishing the upcoming days and weeks. He was in complete control with only one more thing to accomplish. His head filled with fantasies of Susan; the visitor he cherished most of all.

The couple discussed what was best for the future. Rodney's job with the ruling junta was progressing extremely well and that was why they were given the house to live in. The problem with the arrangements was that his wife did not spend much time with him. One per***, Sarge, planned Michelle's schedule for her, which meant she spent most of time away.

Sarge's sole purpose was the happiness of his *** and he would do anything to further Kato's sexual prowess. When he first told his *** that Michelle would live in the village with Thema, Kato was apprehensive and disappointed. Then Sarge reassured Kato that once the baby was born, Michelle would move back into their home. "Not worry," he told Kato. "Husband think wife live with him, but not so. She will ***** in your bed... be Kato's woman most of the time. Other time," Sarge laughed, "she ***** with me!"

Sarge's explanation to Rodney and Michelle last night when they departed his home had been traumatic. When he told Rodney that his wife would be living in the African village, Rodney had been very upset. They sat at the kitchen table on a bright, sunny morning but both were in an extremely somber mood, as they thought about the upcoming days. By all of Sarge's indications, Michelle would remain in the village until the baby was born and Rodney would hardly get to see her. That possibility infuriated Rodney but then he realized there was nothing he could do to stop Sarge's manipulation scheme.

Michelle looked more radiant that ever dressed in tribal garb. The wrap around dress made her appear much younger and it hid the small swelling in her midsection. The couple embraced for the longest time before Sarge and his driver showed up to escort Michelle out to the limo. It should have been the saddest day of her life, but for the strangest rea***, Michelle's heart beat fast with a mysterious anxiety. She imagined arriving in the village and being met by a loving angel.

When Sarge opened the backdoor of the limo for her to get in, Michelle was shocked to see someone already in the car. Then she recognized Marie Kelly and timidly whispered a warm greeting so as not to show her impending fear of leaving her husband. The two women sat together and Sarge got in facing them in the other seat. Emu drove and Mosi sat up front when the limo sped out of the capital city.

Michelle's mind was in great turmoil during the ride. It was a struggle but finally she managed to chat with the silent woman sitting beside her. They talked about the scenery and the intense hot weather before the topic got to more per***al things. "Your sister... where is your sister? I expected her to be with you." Michelle whispered to her acquaintance.

Marie Kelly sat stiffly in the backseat. "He wouldn't let her. The bastard wouldn't let Sue come with me... come to the village with me," Marie said. Her voice was loud and clear and there was no mistaking her anger. Sarge merely grinned devilishly but didn't say a word, which made Marie even madder.

"He ordered me. The fucking bastard ordered me to join him... drive to the village where he will probably keep me a god damn pri***er," she hissed. "And poor Sue has to stay in his house... in his fucking house all by herself!"

Suddenly the actress felt panic for making such a mistake. "Gawd.... why did I beg her to come with me? Come to this African hellhole," she whispered this time. "It's all my fault. I should never have asked Sue to come."

The two beautiful women sat across from Sarge as the countryside flashed by the window in a complete blur. Michelle felt a great loss being away from Rodney again and wondered if her life would ever return to normal. Marie suffered knowing her innocent sister was alone in an unfamiliar city and living with an absolutely unscrupulous man.

All of a sudden, the limo pulled up at a familiar abode and Michelle sat quietly in the backseat, as if waiting for some mysterious intervention. Sarge quickly got out of the car and he went into his brother's residence. Once he was assured that everything was ready for the visit, he returned to the limo. Sarge held the backdoor open and motioned for the shivering women to join him in Zuberi's home.

Michelle and Marie Kelly went into the house where Sarge was the gracious host, introducing them to everyone. Just as all the introductions were complete, there was an indication of a new guest arriving and a hush came over the entire room.

Thema came into her ******* home with the grace and elegance of an African queen. She wore a gorgeous dress and everyone took in her beauty with an envious stare. Michelle stared at the girl and she felt her heart begin to beat much faster. Her first impulse was to run across the floor and put her arms around the beautiful, native girl. The tattoo on her neck appeared almost healed and the black symbol had a mystic appearance against Thema's dark skin. Michelle couldn't see the African Rose but imagined it clearly in her head.

When Thema surveyed the room, it was just a matter of time before her gaze settled on her eventual target. Thema looked into the amazing eyes of her loyal admirer and suddenly the African girl understood her lingering anxiety. She would not be content or satisfied until they were together. Their eyes did not waver, as Thema slowly walked across the room until she was directly in front of her timid slave.

Thema had practiced basic English with her sister and amazed Michelle with her sudden speech. "You beautiful... very beautiful. I love you," she whispered. Her sudden revelation stunned Michelle and made her heart beat violently out of control. She had the strangest feeling deep inside her belly and it had nothing to do with being pregnant. She stood absolutely still waiting for the African girl to continue.

"We both pregnant. Baby comes at same time... and you stay here. Stay with me and wait for babies," Thema whispered. The girl had the strangest idea that she had to explain everything to the unsuspecting woman. "He say... Sarge say you stay with me. I tell him that I love you. Want you with me."

Michelle was speechless, as she listened to the girl. "I remember. Remember what it was like. When we make love... have sex," Thema said with her hands making precise motions. "You gorgeous... very lovely. I want to touch you... touch you all over. Feel tits... tummy... ass... pussy!"

Luckily none of the other villagers understood the basic English, and Sarge and Zuberi were too far across the room to hear what Thema said. Marie stood speechless next to the two and her mouth hung wide open, as she listened to the shocking revelations.


It was ridiculous and the girl's confession should have infuriated Michelle. Instead she stood riveted to the spot even though Thema's statements sounded demanding and gave the indication there was going to be a role reversal. Being a white slave to a trusting African Queen should have spurred Michelle to action but it did not. Suddenly Thema acted like she was in complete control and she grabbed Michelle's dainty hand. She led the woman across the room, out the door, and swiftly down the street.

Michelle was very familiar with their destination. They walked towards Thema's home so fast that she almost had to run to keep up to the girl. All the while her head was too dizzy and confused to concentrate on any one thing. Suddenly they were inside Thema's home and when the door shut, her heart burst with emotion.

Michelle felt strong arms around her quivering shoulders and then demanding lips on her face. Thema kissed her face before letting her mouth rest next to Michelle's ear. She whispered and her voice sounded so soft and loving that Michelle's breathing grew ragged in a fleeting moment. "You Thema's lover. You stay with me... live with Backo and me," she whispered. "Thema queen... married to Backo. Backo have Thema... and you!"

The girl was demanding and she saw no rea*** for waiting. Thema wanted nothing more than to show her nervous lover how she felt. She almost ripped the top of the dress from Michelle's torso and couldn't strip the garment fast enough. The dress was loose and baggy and it dropped to the floor leaving Michelle in only one undergarment, a pair of borrowed panties.

Thema eyes grew big when she saw the African Butterfly. The tattoo was not fully healed but it did look more like a butterfly than it did when Michelle was in the African village the first time. Her eyes remained on the symbol but her hands reached for the velvety but firm titties. Thema's fingers concentrated on the hard, throbbing nipples and she rolled the buds around and around, hearing moans of desperation coming from her white lover.

Suddenly Thema decided on her course of action. She put her arms around Michelle and pulled her into her hard, youthful body. Her right hand slipped into the panties from behind, and slithered down until reaching the seductive butt cheeks. Thema caressed Michelle's ass for only a short time before she needed more. She sucked in her breath and rotated her hand around Michelle's flared hips until she covered the baby-like pelvis. Thema would always admire the cleanly shaven area and vowed to have it done to herself.

Michelle understood Thema's wishes for power and supreme control. The girl's skilled fingers slipped into the narrow crevice between her slightly spread legs and instantly found the immense wetness. When Thema spread the puffy labia so that she could surround the throbbing clitoris, Michelle knew she would be ****** to surrender.

Suddenly Thema pulled the clit outward until it was stretched beyond the swollen pussy lips. Then she squeezed it hard enough to bring groans of desire from her timorous slave. Cream started flowing from Michelle's most inner sanctuary and

Thema felt the instant wetness coating her dainty fingers. The young girl felt the womanly hips thrust at her hand and she smiled with immense happiness.

Michelle's legs were rubbery and she depended on Thema's strength to hold her upright. Her vision was blurred but she could see the crest of an intense orgasm on the horizon. All of a sudden her feet were moving and the two interlocked bodies quickly wound up on Thema's marital bed. The significance was profound and the young queen knew she would be sharing her most adorable lover with her tribal husband.


How the girl got undressed was a mystery that Michelle gladly accepted. Suddenly time didn't matter anymore and her memory would only include glimpses of coming into the village house, being undressed by the African girl, and then submitting to her native charms. Thema's strong arms held her and a fiery kiss ensued. Their tongues intertwined and Michelle felt herself reaching out to the African girl. She was mature and experienced, but yet, Michelle felt the strongest urge for Thema's control.

When the wild ecstasy subsided and both were breathing normal again, Thema illustrated what the future held. She got her points across even though her English consisted of basic words, which were mainly nouns and verbs. They lay in each other's arms for the longest time and held each other long after the explanation. Loving embraces were something Michelle yearned for and strangely it came from another woman instead of a man, or her husband. Men never caressed or embraced a woman after an orgasm, as they assumed their job was done. That was not the case with a woman, as her emotions and desires were still rampant even after an actual climax.

Thema ran her fingers through Michelle's long hair letting the strands float through her hands. Her explanation, although not in perfect English, had been fully understood by Michelle. At first the thought of spending the next few weeks and months with Thema seemed daunting but Michelle quickly realized it was best. She would be safe and not have to worry about anything, especially being pestered by the tribal men.

The afternoon flew by and before long Thema's husband came home. Both women expected Baako but when he did arrive, they seemed surprised. Thema spoke to him in their native tongue and each kept looking at Michelle giving her the impression they were talking about her. It felt uncomfortable at first being with the tribal couple but they quickly made her feel at ease. Thema and Baako tried to include Michelle in their conversations even though much of the time it was by gestures and hand signals.

Michelle faithfully followed their lead. Eventually they were all laughing at the strange and unfamiliar gestures that seemed to enable them to communicate. Thema prepared the evening meal and everyone was famished by the time they sat down to eat. The entire evening went much smoother than expected and they felt like old friends when they sat down in the couple's living room after the meal.

She looked closer at the young warrior. His face was etched with intense desire and it made him appear nervous. Michelle tried to guess his age and suddenly she shivered with the thought he was seventeen or eighteen at most. All of a sudden her daydreaming was interrupted and Michelle realized it was bedtime in the African community. She felt extremely uncomfortable when the couple escorted her into their bedroom but there seemed no way out of her growing dilemma.

Suddenly Baako undressed and tossed his clothes on the floor. He turned to face the two women and the overly animated grin on his face was very evident. Thema's face was covered with a knowing smile and she threw her husband a kiss. Michelle quickly looked at Baako and her eyes lingered on the most obvious part of his aroused body.

Baako caught her stare and he swiftly grabbed his upstanding pecker. He wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and pointed his cock directly at Michelle. When he glanced over at his wife, Baako saw her big smile of approval. He took one step forward and Michelle merely flinched, but stood her ground. Then he slowly walked across the floor until he stood measly inches in front of the stunning white goddess.

Michelle was utterly speechless. Suddenly she was surrounded. Baako in front of her and Thema right behind her and both stripped her clothes in a feverish fashion. Then Baako took her hand and he directed her towards the bed. She glanced over her shoulder at Thema and noticed the girl's beaming face of approval. Michelle had the strangest feeling when Baako ****** her onto the bed and quickly onto her back.

There was only one thing on his enraged mind. Baako swiftly pushed her legs apart so he could see her glorious womanhood. His eyes bulged and he quickly got on the bed so that he was crouching between Michelle's wide-spread legs. In a split second, he was lying on top of her and his stellar cock was pressing into her unprotected opening. The head of his cock hit the bulls-eye and Baako pushed his hips downward just enough to feel the heat engulf the end of his engorged cock.


Michelle didn't know what to do or how to act. Her head rolled to the side and a million things went through her mind in just a matter of moments. 'I can't do this... be unfaithful to Rodney. I can't have sex with Thema's husband... with her watching. Oh no, I can't have sex... I'm pregnant. Dear gawd, his cock is inside. I'm nothing but a whore... a Blackman's whore.'

Then she rolled her head to the other side and faced destiny. Thema's pretty face smiled at her and the African queen gave every indication that she approved. The girl's obvious acceptance made Michelle's heart quiver, wanting nothing more than to make Thema happier. Suddenly her hands, which were pushing against Baako's powerful chest, stopped and went around his torso.

Thema's husband was in a fervor and his hips were thrusting to and fro at a furious pace. Then Michelle reasoned that it would require a stronger will and desire if she was to please her African queen. She rammed her hips up at Baako and suddenly he was deep, so deep she felt him devour her soul. She was a little shocked when the familiar spasm shot through her insides but not very surprised.

An angel quickly grasped her hand. Thema squeezed her hand and radiated true passion to her lover. Their eyes locked a fleeting moment before a tremendous explosion occurred in her deepest being. Michelle bucked under the rutting tribal warrior and she let her climax overtake her most intimate emotions. Her amorous body belonged to the young African couple and her surrender was complete. She realized Thema, Baako or even both of them could posses her whenever they desired... or demanded.

When Baako finished empting his massive load of cum, he rolled off Michelle with a big sigh of contentment. He was totally exhausted and casually lay on his back while falling asleep within seconds. He never noticed his young wife slip onto the bed and lay against Michelle who was still huffing and puffing. The two women put their arms around each other and they too fell asleep.

That was the beginning of months of erotic lovemaking. Baako watched their bellies get bigger and bigger and he was amazed at how sexy they looked even when pregnant. Every night was full of mystery and wonderful sharing. Baako was the happiest warrior. He had intercourse with his lovely wife and also Michelle whenever he wanted. Every once in awhile he had sex with both of them but he truly relished the odd occasion when they teamed up on him. It was a totally new and exciting adventure, as the women made sure he was fully exhausted by night's end.

Nia watched her sister leave with the beautiful Michelle. She glanced at her uncle and noticed his devious wink. Nia relished the chance to show Sarge that she too was powerful and there was no better way than proving her dominance over the American actress. Sarge was well aware of Nia's aspirations to become one of the elite women in their tribe and he used it to his advantage. His explanation to her during his last visit to the village left no doubt that he wanted to humiliate and get complete control over the actress.

Sarge told his niece that Marie Kelly would stay in the village until her baby was born. He suggested that Nia give the woman special loving care and also have her girlfriends befriend the actress much like they did Michelle. Nia couldn't have been happier, as for once in her life, she had control over someone just like her sister. She readily agreed with her uncle that Marie Kelly would live with her during the actress's stay in the village.

Very soon after Thema departed with Michelle, Sarge told Marie that it was the perfect time for a guided tour of the village. He started with Zuberi's home and showed the actress which bedroom she would be using. Her suitcases were quickly put in the room and Marie Kelly wondered about the room looking like someone already used it.

Before she had time to question or say anything, two young girls grabbed her hands and then she was ushered out of the house. Suddenly a few more girls joined them and they all set off on a tour of many old buildings in the village. As the group moved from building to building, Marie took closer observations of the girls. She noticed the one who seemed to be the leader and recognized her as one of Sarge's young nieces. The girl looked to be in her middle teens and she carried herself in an extremely confident manner.

Marie Kelly shivered every time Nia looked at her because the girl's dark, steady eyes seemed to convey something powerful and controlling. Marie wondered why someone about half her age could make her feel so intimidated.

All of a sudden the group approached what looked like a barn or a stable. Someone opened the door and then another girl shoved Marie into the building in a most challenging fashion. Suddenly five or six girls stood in a half-circle directly in front of her and they all had their hands on their hips, as if to say they were in control. They acted like they wanted her to do something but Marie Kelly was utterly speechless.

She stood and her mouth gaped open when all of the girls started undressing. Marie didn't move a muscle, as first one, and then the rest took off all of their clothes. She quickly took the whole area in with a glance and noticed there were no other people around. There were piles of straw off to one side, which were covered with blankets. Along the other side were stalls containing horses and there were a couple of mangy dogs lying in front of one of the stalls.

Her whole body was shaking like mad. Suddenly Marie felt a hot breath on the back of her neck and her legs almost collapsed. Someone was behind her and she was completely petrified, too afraid to move a muscle. All of a sudden there were tender hands on her shoulders and she couldn't breathe anymore. Her chest heaved trying to get some air but it didn't help, as she glanced down at the small, black hands.

The hands cupped her boobs and squeezed them around the wide base to make them look bigger. Marie still couldn't move when the deft fingers knowingly unbuttoned her sheer blouse one button at a time. It seemed to take forever before the material was pushed aside to reveal her abundant tits. The fingers quickly slipped beneath the lacy bra, popping the cups upwards until they were around her neck.

Marie Kelly couldn't see anymore. Her eyes rolled backwards and her eyelids closed. Her head rolled back a little and found a perfect resting place on someone's soft shoulder. At first she thought about putting her hands up to stop the unwanted caresses, but then she wondered if they were indeed unwanted. Suddenly the fingers surrounded her hard nipples and pinched them hard. Marie Kelly opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out. Then the fingers started rolling her nipples around and around until the buds were harder than little pebbles.

The last thing in the world the actress ever intended on doing was spreading her legs. Suddenly lips were touching the back of her ear and then someone whispered in almost perfect English. "I am Nia. You see my sister, Thema. She has white slave who loves her," the young girl whispered ever so softly. "You are my slave... my white slave. I am going to touch you all over... kiss you all over."

Then the native girl rained kisses on every square inch of Marie Kelly's neck, shoulders and down her back. Somehow the unbuttoned blouse had been stripped and was now discarded on a pile of straw. The bra was gone and the actress was naked above the waist. Suddenly her designer jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped allowing the dainty hand to slip into her panties. Marie Kelly sucked in her breath in a desperate attempt to give the hand more room, as it ventured down her almost flat tummy.

Suddenly the lips were against her ear again. "You sexy... very sexy. Your tits are nice and big... much bigger than mine," Nia whispered, putting both hands on the luscious boobs. "You my whore... white whore. We have sex... then my friends, too."

Marie Kelly slowly opened her eyes trying to see what was happening. She glanced to the side and noticed all the other girls were lying on the piles of straw. They were in a circle leaving what looked like a center stage, which made Marie shudder. The girls looked at the pair standing a few feet away and sort of motioned for the two to join them in the vacant opening.

Nia could see Marie Kelly looking at her friends. "They wait for you... you and me," she whispered. "We do it... do it right there so they can all see... see you be my white whore."

All of a sudden one of Nia's hands shot downward. Her fingers dipped under the elastic waistband and lower until they felt the soft, curly hair. She let her long, middle finger slide between the tightly closed thighs and knew she had hit the target when a loud moan escaped her timid victim. Nia ****** her finger deeper and suddenly she felt immense wetness.

The actress was proud of her body. She knew it was extremely sexy and desirable by the fame she had received from her movies. Now her body was changing but so far nothing was very obvious. Her boobs were slightly bigger and she knew it because her brassieres didn't fit properly anymore. Her tummy was not quite as flat as normal, but unless a person looked really close, it wasn't obvious that Marie Kelly was pregnant.

Nia nibbled on one of Marie Kelly's flushed ears and pulled her head backwards with her teeth. The actress held her eyes closed tightly dreaming of days earlier when she was with her boyfriend. It had been hard not to tell him about her sudden pregnancy but she feared the repercussions if anyone found out the real facts. Suddenly a tongue was toying with her ear and soft kisses rained all over her neck.

After becoming pregnant, one thing had changed the most. She had developed an intense desire for intimate sex and it seemed her passions increased to a point where she craved sex. Marie's head was spinning out of control and her daydreaming allowed the African princess to gain the upper hand. "Spread... spread legs," she whispered tapping the sides of her milky thighs to indicate her demands.

Marie Kelly was fully aware that it was wrong. She should not be standing in a stranger's arms but suddenly her legs moved apart. Nia realized the woman had surrendered and she quickly moved forward. She put her hands on Marie's shoulders and turned her around so they were facing each other. Being only 5'3", Marie had to look up into the strong, controlling eyes of the young African. She may have been only a girl but Marie felt totally helpless against Nia.

Nia held the stare while deliberately placing the woman's arms down at her sides. Her hands went to Marie's hips and slowly rolled the loosened jeans down her flared hips. Then she stripped the garment leaving Marie dressed only in her panties. The hot desert air washed over Marie's flushed skin and she felt even hotter. Her eyes fluttered, unable to hold the intense stare, and suddenly she felt something rubbing against her wetness between her legs.

Marie's first impulse was to spread her legs wider. Then her almost non-existent panties were pushed deep into the wetness and fingers found her throbbing gem. When Nia pinched the clitty and rolled it around in the immense juices, her white slave cried out. The cries made the girl squeeze harder and then the cries became louder.

The actress felt like a mad dog, trying to show her immense satisfaction. She humped the skilled fingers and it was the quickest orgasm in history, as her cream flowed to meet the demanding fingers. Marie didn't hear the numerous giggles around the room and she felt no shame for what happened. Nia pinched the throbbing clitoris and managed to push the soaked panties to the side. Her strong left arm held the actress steady while her right hand performed magic.

The tremors were far too earth-shattering and Marie Kelly lost her balance. Her legs collapsed but her instincts knew the powerful girl would save her. Nia deftly guided Marie towards the nearest pile of straw and the two fell into the vacant spot between her most excited friends. Their helping hands allowed the two lovers to fall without letting go of each other. Marie Kelly was aware of the many girls surrounding her but she only concentrated on one.

There were no ***** or ********* this time. Her lust was real and it consumed her mind in a mere moment. Strong, demanding lips closed over her own and Marie Kelly let the darting tongue invade her mouth. No kiss had ever been so passionate and she wondered if it wasn't because of the orgasm, which seemed to be everlasting.

Nia's friend's knew better but they could not stop feeling and fondling the white goddess. Nia had specifically told them to leave the actress alone until she gave the order. Their hands were everywhere. There were fingers on Marie's blushing face, her neck, her arms and even her legs. One of the braver girls managed to strip the soaked panties and they all stared at the actress's sexy nakedness.

But it was the skillful Nia who inflicted the most damage. She broke the heated kiss and ventured downward until she had one of Marie Kelly's boobs in her mouth. The girl sucked the entire end of the breast and then her tongue slithered across the hardened tip like an angry serpent. The girl knew enough to embrace and fondle Marie Kelly's neglected boob. Her fingers caressed the nipple and areola, making sure they were puffy and swollen.

Then Nia ventured downward again and this time she found the curly twists of pussy hair. She played with them with her tongue and the teasing was profound for her slave. Suddenly the girl's tongue began caressing her everywhere. It felt so hot that Marie jumped and flinched wildly with every caress. Then it happened. Nia touched the glistening pink gem with the tip of her tongue and she thought the woman would hurt herself.

Nia stabbed the opening with her stiff tongue and there was no escaping for Marie Kelly. The girl was far too determined and all Marie could do was arch her back, hoping to survive Nia's assault. The obvious orgasm flourished and Marie was unable to stop her juices from flowing into the starved mouth. Suddenly Nia lapped the little jewel vigorously and then she sucked it all the way into her scorching mouth.

Marie Kelly wondered how long an orgasm could last. She also wondered how it was possible to achieve a second orgasm so soon after the first. All of a sudden Nia began giving gestures and she motioned to the actress that she wanted something. At first Marie Kelly didn't know what was going on but that quickly changed. Her exhausted and overworked body was twisted and ******* into a different position. She glanced downward at the native princess and shuddered at the sudden implications.

Nia put her strong hands on Marie Kelly's flushed face. She sternly held Marie's head and stared into her bewildered eyes. The girl's eyes burned into her soul and Marie Kelly was unable to look away. "You do. You make love to me... now," Nia whispered softly. "You do everything. Make love to me... so I orgasm. You fuck African princess... or else!"

Marie Kelly stared into Nia's controlling eyes. Any alternative and hearing Nia utter, 'or else,' sent the strongest tremor all through her body. Suddenly Marie was absolutely positive that having sex with another woman was better than anything else at that very moment. Then she let the girl's hands slowly push her head down until she felt the burning flesh against her face. The breast was so close that Marie couldn't focus on it and Nia's chest heaved up and down.

She had never felt such power or control. Marie cupped the cone-shape titties and squeezed them so the puffy bullet tips pushed outward even more. All of a sudden a nipple was a mere inch away. Her tongue lashed out and struck the very tip and the girl's body reacted like she had been hit with a large jolt of electricity. Marie put one boob in her hands and squeezed hard. The enlarged nipple poked up above her hands and her only concern was giving the girl satisfaction.

One moment the hard nipple was exposed and inviting and the next it was buried inside her volcanic mouth. Marie put her teeth around the nipple's base and acted like she was going to bite it hard. Nia's chest heaved and thrust up wildly but then the woman shifted to her other nipple. Marie teased and enticed the girl until Nia couldn't take anymore.

Nia put her hands on the top of Marie's head and pushed downward. The nipple popped out of her mouth and suddenly soft, heated flesh passed by her burning face. Nia's hands didn't stop until the woman's face was directly over her pelvis. Marie's eyes grew large as she stared at the girl's womanly charms. There was barely enough time to notice the sparse, curly hair and the shadow of Nia's wet pussy slit.

Marie would always treasure the moment when her tongue lashed out and made the princess cry. Nia's legs were spread wide and she left her opening fully exposed for her lover. Marie put her fingers on the girlie labia and pulled them apart to reveal utopia. The gem was the pinkest thing she had ever seen and suddenly her head was shoved downward. The girl's desperation was evident, as she moaned out loud, and twisted Marie's hair into her clinched fingers.

There was no guessing or pondering what to do. She nibbled Nia's delicate clitoris and felt the girl's hips thrust wildly with every bite. Even at the age of 32, this type of lovemaking surprised Marie. Strangely she felt more power and control than at any time in her life. She felt Nia's body react to every tongue-lashing and every nibble, which made Marie even more determined. Suddenly spending time in the village with Nia didn't seem so threatening or disheartening.

Marie attacked with a vengeance she didn't know she possessed. Her mouth was over Nia's precious opening and the girl's entire clitoris was embedded inside her scorching mouth. She used her teeth gently and nibbled the delicate clit until Nia's body went into convulsions. Then Marie rammed her finger into the tight opening and finger-fucked the princess who was in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm.

When the tribal princess had quenched her thirst, Nia readily gave a signal to her friends. All of the girls moved closer and suddenly Marie Kelly was roughly ****** off of Nia's exhausted torso. Each girl grabbed a part of Marie and swiftly rolled the actress onto her back.

Marie Kelly assumed it was senseless to fight or struggle. She rolled her head side-to-side watching all the excited faces, as the girls hungrily devoured her entire body. Marie felt helpless and completely in the hands of Nia's girlfriends.

Her head kept rolling and Marie was determined to watch each girl, as they ******** her. Two of the girls held her arms outstretched and pinned far above her head. One girl pinned her left leg out to the side while another girl spread her right leg outward so far it hurt. With four girls holding her limbs, it left three girls free for a *********** Marie would never forget.

Suddenly her head came up and Marie Kelly watched a girl suck one of her boobs and then roll her tongue all around her upstanding nipple. Another girl caressed her other boob and this girl was far rougher and determined. She put the hard nipple between her teeth and made Marie cry out when she chewed on the embedded bud.

Marie Kelly's eyes grew wider when she noticed red bite marks on each breast. Then she was horrified at seeing numerous red marks, which were dark hickies, tattooed into her milky flesh. The girls did not care if they marked or even hurt the woman when their mouths sucked as hard as they could. Every red tattoo was a symbol of control and power and each girl felt more and more esteem when they engraved the white flesh with hickies.

Suddenly Marie Kelly could see past the two bobbing heads on her chest. She witnessed more horrifying details sucked and nibbled into her burning flesh. There were hickies on her thighs as well as her upraised pelvis and tummy. Then Marie though she would die. The girl at her lower regions suddenly put her mouth directly over her opening and jabbed with her stiff tongue. The girl pretended to fuck with her tongue but she made sure to ram her mouth into the unprotected clitoris with every jab.

Just when Marie thought she might survive, the girl moved up slightly. She put her lips around the swollen clit and then she used her teeth. The girl raked her teeth back and forth on the clitoris and there was nothing Marie could do. Her arms and legs were pinned rendering her a prisoner and then the girl rammed her finger into Marie's hole.

Marie Kelly had expected to get fingered but not there. The girl rammed her finger to the hilt in Marie's ass and kept it fully buried. All she did was roll the finger around and around while nibbling on the tender clitty. Marie arched her back and clinched her ass cheeks, as hard as possible, but it only made things worse. The native girl fucked her ass nonstop and ate her out like a lesbian pro.

Marie Kelly cried out loud. Tears even ran down her rosy cheeks when the explosive orgasm robbed any hint of her being civilized. A stable was a place for ******* and that was exactly what she acted like. After the girl drank all of Marie Kelly's sweet cum, she reluctantly rolled off to the side allowing one of her friends the freedom to ****** the white goddess.

All of the girls including Marie Kelly lost track of time. Each of Nia's friends was not satisfied until they had consumed some of the visitors loving juices. Then each girl was utterly amazed when Nia encouraged her slave to perform oral magic on each of the girls. It turned into a night of erotic bliss for everyone and no person was more surprised than Marie Kelly.

The faces were blurred and long after she would try to recall what happened. She remembered going from one young girl to the next until she came to one recollection that would always be in the back of her mind. Nia's girlfriends freely used her, as their oral sex-toy, and Marie recalled performing cunnilingus on one of the girls. Suddenly she was roughly ****** onto her back. Marie recalled seeing a new girl between her legs and the girl left little doubt to her intentions.

The new girl was very skinny and at first Marie Kelly didn't really look closely at her. The girl fondled her genitals and then she kissed them in a very demanding manner. Marie remembered looking down to see whom it was and she almost fainted when she saw the youngest girl. Suddenly Marie came face to face with the girl. Her face looked so young and innocent but when Marie noticed her body, she realized the girl was not as developed as the rest. The girl's breasts were not very big and she appeared to have almost no pussy hair.

Suddenly the girl had her hands on Marie Kelly's thighs. She pushed the milky limbs to the outer limits in an effort to fully expose the delicious womanly charms. When her head dipped and Marie felt the girl's mouth on her most sensitive area, she reasoned it was time to stop the girl.

It was wrong and she had to say something. Marie Kelly looked around until she met Nia's eyes and then pleaded for her life. "Nia... dear gawd. Nia, my love. Please not this... don't let her do this," she moaned trying desperately to convince Nia to stop her young friend. Then her eyes filled with tears because of the shameful display that was about to happen. "Dear gawd... no. Oh, no... she's touching me. Her mouth is... no, no... her mouth! No, please... don't let her do it."

Nia quickly shuffled closer. She glanced down at her young friend and noticed how Sasha was slapping the floppy clit back and forth with her tongue. Then Nia's gaze returned to the teary eyes and she smiled the biggest smile. "She has to know. I promised her," she whispered. "I promised Sasha... that she could do everything the rest of us did. Please be good to her... and I'll make it up to you."

Marie pleaded with every fiber inside her womanly body. She desperately wanted to struggle but her arms and legs were pinned by Nia's friends. Marie's eyes remained locked on her young princess but her emotions were heading out of control in two directions. Her mind followed her eyes and she felt intense desire to be with Nia. But it was the betrayal of her body that consumed most of Marie's fiery emotions.

Suddenly the girl's fingers pulled Marie's pussy lips farther apart. Sasha stared at the exposed clitoris with her hungry eyes and then she put her fingers around the tiny gem. Having already experimented and masturbated many times, the girl knew where to touch Marie Kelly. She squeezed with her fingers but left a small portion of the throbbing clit free for her tongue-lashing, which she administered with great fervor.

Marie Kelly arched her back severely trying to get away. The hands of all the other girls held her down so their young friend could ravage the white goddess. All of a sudden Nia took charge. She cradled Marie's head and swiftly twisted a big handful of curly hair with her strong left hand. Nia jerked Marie's head backwards and she stared into the wide, teary eyes. "Tell Nia what you want... want Sasha to do."

Marie stared into the dark eyes of the African princess. "Dear gawd... no! Nia, you have to make her stop... please," she groaned just as her clitoris was slapped by the girl's tongue. Suddenly Sasha's mouth devoured the upper portion of her pussy and the girl tenderly put the flared wings between her sharp teeth.

"She's... dear gawd, she's...," Marie moaned too distraught to fight Nia or the young girl.

"Tell Nia! What Sasha do?" Then Nia yanked Marie's head again, indicating she was not happy with the utter silence.

"Oh please... no... she is sucking my clitty. Oh gawd... sucking it... oh, biting it haaard."

There was more hair pulling and Nia's eyes burned into her soul. "Nia can see Sasha's... sucking. Tell Nia... do you want to cum?"

"Oh gawd... if she doesn't stop... no, no, I might," Marie whispered.

"You can wait. Let Sasha learn... but you can wait. Not cum yet," Nia said putting her lips directly on Marie's burning ear. Then the girl nibbled and pretended her tongue was a tiny penis, as she fucked Marie's inflamed ear.

Suddenly Marie did the absolute worst thing she could do if she wanted to prolong her stamina. She tensed every muscle in her body and held her lower regions perfectly still. Sasha felt the violin strings tighten and then she rammed her long, slender finger into the womanly opening. The native girl curled her finger until it caressed the entire length of the womanly G-spot and she used the tip of her finger to rake the spot.

Marie was riding a freight train to Hell and suddenly she was too afraid to get off. Nia watched Marie's chest heave up and down as her breathing came in short, swift gasps of air. "Sasha plays with your clitty... but you can wait," Nia whispered, grinning broadly as she watched the woman's body jerk out of control.

Marie Kelly's will was broken when it happened. The girl, who Marie assumed to be too young and barely a teenager, was suddenly in control of her crushed spirit. Gush after gush flowed from her delicate inner being. The native girl tasted a climax for the first time and she finger-fucked Marie with all her might. Sasha never let go of the throbbing clitoris and kept it fully embedded inside her volcanic mouth, much to Marie's dismay.

Nia held her white lover close trying to reassure her that everything was okay. Then she let her lips peck and kiss Marie all over while she whispered softly. "Sasha learning... she eat you and learn about sex. I love watching... watching you cum." Then Nia kissed her hard before continuing. "You stay with Nia... live with Nia. You be my white slave."

From that point on, Marie Kelly blanked out everything. She would agree to anything in the world, because she felt so enlightened, but it would take many hours before she actually realized what happened. When the sun finally came over the horizon, the night of sexual exploitation ended. The girls were totally exhausted and they all departed leaving Nia and Marie alone. Nia helped her maiden get dressed and then they both headed for home.

Susan was furious when she found out that her sister had been scurried away by Sarge. She got up on a sunny Monday morning only to be told by Sarge's wife that her husband had taken Marie and another woman on an expedition to his home village. Zelda noticed that Susan was extremely upset by her sister's departure but she tried to reassure her that everything was done in the best interests of Marie and Michelle. Susan worried and was almost stressed out when Sarge's black limo drove into the driveway about five in the afternoon.

With Michelle and Marie Kelly indisposed, Sarge was left alone with his innocent prey. He stared at the gorgeous sister, as she rushed out to meet his car, and felt a familiar quivering inside his masculine loins. His eyes roamed up and down Susan's seductive body before he moved to conquer his victim. He barely got out of the backseat when Susan displayed her intense rage. She yelled at him and wanted to know why he took her sister away without letting her know.

Sarge apologized profusely and put the brightest smile on his face. "I thought it was better if she gets acclimatized... gets used to being in a small, quiet village," he said in the meekest voice. "I know you wanted to be with her... and look after your sister. But you will be more comfortable living here... in the city."

It took some time for Susan to calm down. She was not a woman that held a grudge and his lengthy apology made her feel much better. He explained how not only Marie was spending time in the village waiting for her baby but Michelle was also there. Sarge's concern was very evident but Susan still wanted to help her sister. "I insist. Take me out there... so I can be with Marie."

Sarge told her that her plan was not a good idea. He mentioned that Thema and Nia would be there to look after all of the needs of Marie and Michelle. Soon he noticed the relief on Susan's pretty face, which was a positive indication of her accepting his apology.

"But... but I have to be there for her," Susan whispered feeling most helpless. She wondered about getting anything accomplished in such a foreign country when she really had nobody to help her; other than Sarge, she thought.

"A doctor will see her today... check everything to make sure all is okay," Sarge explained trying to reassure his confused victim. "You guest in my home... stay with my family. I drive you to village... visit sister in a day or two."

He watched the pretty woman fidget but felt her slowly becoming more at ease. "Not to worry. I have made sure that everything is there... in the village so she has perfect stay. All the medical facilities are readily available and my young niece will ensure your sister is well looked after."

Sarge really wasn't too concerned if the woman accepted his reasoning for the separation, as his mind was already made up. He thought his plans were foolproof and pressed in for the ****. It was late in the afternoon by the time he returned from the village and suddenly time was of the essence so he felt a twitch of panic.

Susan had no idea what happened to Sarge's family but suddenly they had all disappeared. She was alone, except for one or two servants, with the one man who made her feel insecure and vulnerable. All of a sudden her mind went into overdrive imagining all sorts of devastating events.

Suddenly Sarge's voice shocked her out of dreamland. "Come... let's move into the study. I'll have dinner served... then a nightcap. We can sit for awhile and relax," he said with the biggest smile. "We relax... discuss what is best for your sister."

The study was fairly small and cozier than Susan would have liked. Sarge poured them a liqueur and then he toasted her raving beauty. It took her a few moments to stop blushing but by then Sarge was talking again. They chatted with the conversation being very casual and Sarge kept asking questions about her life and belief's. One of Sarge's servants served food and before Susan realized it, she was far more relaxed than she anticipated.

Sarge did it again. Susan was upset that she somehow fell for the man's charm and she didn't feel the hate she was supposed to feel. She reasoned that maybe it was the ****** or ******* that put her at ease but strangely she found the conversation quite pleasant. When Sarge finally got around to talking about Marie, they had consumed three ****** and Susan felt warm and giggly.

Words and explanations flowed off his tongue with delicate ease. Sarge reassured Susan that her sister was best off living with his niece and relatives. She was surprised to some degree when Sarge refused to comment on the topic of her sister's **********. He steadfastly declined to show her the ransom DVD, which he said was extremely explicit. He explained how the movie would seriously upset and offend her, and in the end, Susan felt thankful he didn't show it to her.

Sarge went directly from the chitchat to asking her if she would join him for a relaxing hot tub. "It seems like a shame to waste the evening. The ****** are relaxing and the company is wonderful. You saw the hot tub on the weekend... please join me for the best night of your life," he whispered.



His declaration sent the butterflies off inside her tummy, as it sounded so much like a promise. She pondered his last statement but quickly shrugged it off to a casual misquote. All of a sudden the suggestion didn't sound too bad. "Wow! I even remembered to bring a suit... in case there was a pool at the hotel," Susan said. "It's in my suitcase. I'll change... meet you..."

Sarge smiled listening to the gorgeous woman stutter and stammer. They were on the way up the long staircase before Susan could have second thoughts. Sarge grinned and he was too excited to break her heart by telling her that she didn't need a bathing suit. He watched her walk and marveled at her most enticing behind, as it swayed seductively with each step. 'Yes... you put on your suit... it's all you'll wear for the next few hours,' Sarge thought. 'You're mine. Yes! This time... I'm saving you for myself. Your sweet white-ass will be mine.'

He broke his daydreaming as they approached the large double doors to his master bedroom. Sarge paused at the doors staring directly into Susan's bewildered eyes. "We have the night to ourselves... my family has gone to visit Zelda's family. They will be occupied until tomorrow... rejoicing on the joyous celebration of her ******* birthday."

Suddenly Susan felt the dire panic of being alone with Sarge. He opened the doors to the bedroom and she gasped at the sight of such an elegant room. She could see almost all of the vast room and the rich surroundings were very apparent. There were two beds on the left, which were dimly lit, but what caught her eye was the brightly lit hot tub and bathroom area. Steam rose off the hot water giving the tub a mystic appearance while the white tile throughout the bathroom glistened with a rich, brilliant luster.

They stood still and Sarge commented on the beds and dressers being from an older European era. Then he boldly took her by the hand and turned her sideways to face him. Susan never noticed but Sarge carried the bottle of liqueur and glasses in his other hand and he held them up.

"The tub is wonderful for soaking away stress... exhaustion of a long day. I'll pour us a nice *****... and we can sit back and relax in the hot water," Sarge said. "I have the jets turned up and the water so hot it will relax all those tired muscles... put you to *****."

For a second, Sarge thought she might reconsider and not return to her room for something to wear. She looked at him and noticed the seriousness expression written on his rugged face. She was just about to make a feeble excuse when he swiftly let go of hand and walked towards the tub. "You change. I'm sure anything you put on will look ravishing. I'll be waiting!"

He turned around when he was a few feet away and stared into her eyes. Not one word was said but the telepathic waves filled her whole body with something she didn't understand. Susan had to use every bit of resolve to turn and slowly walk down the long hallway to her bedroom. She was unaware of the happiest man who quickly stripped his clothes on the way across the room. Sarge was completely naked by the time he reached the tub and he jumped in the hot water overly excited with what was on the horizon.

Susan was in a daze when she entered the guest bedroom. She immediately went to her suitcase, which contained her swimsuit, but felt slightly uncomfortable. Flaunting herself and wearing such skimpy clothes when meeting a stranger was not something Susan ever did. Reluctantly she slowly changed until she stood frozen in front of a long mirror.

She was utterly flabbergasted. Her first impulse was to run; escape the drastic situation before something really terrible happened. Suddenly she wondered about meeting Sarge and letting him see her wearing only a swimsuit. 'Oh gawd,' she thought. 'What will I do if he actually tries something? What if he tries to feel me up... and tries to ***** himself on me,' she wondered?

'No,' she thought staring at her reflection in the mirror. 'Go ahead. Ogle me you bastard... you won't get any.' Suddenly she felt a quick shot of adrenaline and summoned the courage to continue. 'I'll show you... you bugger. You don't know who you're dealing with,' Susan whispered feeling very confident about handling any situation.

Slowly and taking one deliberate step at a time, she returned to the master bedroom. Susan peered around the doorway and into the room. Then she stood in the middle of the double doorway and let Sarge see her scantily clad body. The entire room was eerily quiet when she slowly walked across what seemed like the widest room. Finally she had to divert her eyes from the most compelling eyes she had ever looked into.

Sarge's eyes bulged, as he stared at the luscious woman, and he contemplated his next move. Suddenly he threw caution to the wind and acted on impulse. Susan was only a couple of feet from the hot tub when Sarge jumped to his feet. His sudden act stopped her immediately and she stood frozen with her mouth wide open. She was a strong woman. A woman who knew what the world was all about but suddenly her mind was too confused to react. There was too much indecision for her to move a muscle and she stood absolutely motionless.

Sarge slowly stepped out of the hot water and stood a mere foot in front of her bewildered eyes. Susan stared and felt her face become flushed and inflamed. When the tall, imposing naked African spoke, she flinched and felt her body going limp. "You won't need that. You don't have to be modest in my home," Sarge whispered. "Here... let me get rid of this useless bathing suit."

His hands moved and she remained petrified. Susan was a very attractive and seductive woman and she was well aware of what her sexy appearance did to men. She was experienced at rebuffing a man's crude demeanor but suddenly she didn't know what to do.

She felt her bikini top being loosened and gasped for air when Sarge tossed it into the hot water. Susan's eyes widened as she watched the material slowly grow dark and wet. Then her heart beat out of control when she felt his fingers on her waist and suddenly he slowly rolled the skimpy bikini-bottoms down her frozen legs. Susan was completely amazed when she obediently stepped out of the bikini and let Sarge put the soft material to his cheek. He sniffed the heavenly scent and gave the shivering woman the biggest smile.

All of a sudden the shock of what was about to happen hit her hard, harder and with more conviction than anything in her life. "Oh my gawd... you're going to fuck me. We are going to fuck," she moaned with a most desperate plea. She stared into the dark, commanding eyes and saw the truth. "Oh please, you can't. Please, no! I've never been with another man... only my husband."

Sarge could see she was not going to run or even fight. "You have nice tits. Even nicer tits than your sister's," Sarge whispered. "Have you ever been fucked... by a big, black cock?"

Her eyes fluttered and slowly shifted to the biggest cock she had ever seen. Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into his muscular body. "Dear gawd... you can't do this. My husband... he is fixed. I can't get pregnant because he had a vasectomy," she pleaded.

Suddenly she found the courage to tear her focus from Sarge's stellar manhood. "You're going to fuck me... aren't you?" Susan arched her back in an effort to keep her hips away from Sarge and she stared into his dark, magnetic eyes once again. Her dilemma grew worse when she felt the long, burning shaft scorch her tender flesh. "Oh dear gawd... it's touching me. Your penis... I've never touched another man... never... never."

Sarge grinned at her fruitless efforts. He thrust his hips forward and then he grabbed her luscious ass cheeks, squeezing hard so that her hips shot forward. "No... no, dear gawd, no! It's so big... your cock is on my tummy."

Sarge was in his glory. "Feel it. Go ahead... put your hand on my cock. Feel the black cock that will soon be inside your belly," he said with the most demanding tone. "I said... put your hand on the black cock that is goin' to be in your belly!"

She wanted to struggle but surrender was far too daunting. Susan's hand thrust between the tightly compressed bodies until her dainty fingers felt the burning rod. She almost hyperventilated when her fingers closed around the thick penis and it was all she could do to keep breathing properly.

"Sweetheart! You can still stop it. You can keep my cock out of your sweet cunt... just by begging me to stop," Sarge hissed.

He was giving her a chance and she should beg him to stop, she reasoned. Suddenly her fingers squeezed hard, and harder, too afraid to let go. The shame of what she was doing spread through her entire body but still her fingers clutched the enlarged pecker. Then her head started to spin out of control.

"Rub it all over... all over your belly. Show Sarge where you want his black cock."

There was no reason to comply but Susan shivered when her hand started rubbing his inflamed penis all over her smooth, flat stomach. Suddenly her feet were moving. She was all the way across the room before she was aware the bed was near.

Sarge put his big hands on her boobs, fondling them like he was a teenager, but Susan remained motionless and proud. "Oh my, my gawd... you're hurting my nipples. Pinching my nipples... hurting them." The pain should have spurred her to action but for some strange reason she relished Sarge's rough treatment. Susan deemed it just punishment for all the guilt that filled her distraught mind for what was happening.

Somehow she found the strength to remain on her feet but her heart beat so fast her head got dizzy. Suddenly his lips were on her face, kissing her flushed cheeks and then her ear. "I want to hear it... beg. Beg for it, sweetheart!"

Susan opened her mouth and she fought for more air. She was determined not to say anything but Sarge struck fast. All of a sudden his sharp teeth closed on her ear lobe and he bit down hard. Susan was positive her ear had been severed and the ****** pain robbed all of her reasoning and logic. Her instincts screamed that she would be ****d but for some strange reason she couldn't struggle.

When she started talking, Susan was not aware of anything but the promise of the ultimate fulfillment. "Do it. Go ahead... take me. Do it to me," she moaned with growing desperation. "Fuck me... you bastard. Go ahead and **** me."

Sarge let his mouth relax enough so that his teeth didn't bite so hard. "Say it. Say it... or else!" He grabbed her hair with his big hand and yanked hard enough to jerk her head back and forth indicating he wanted her to respond.

"Dear gawd. I can feel it... touching me. Fuck me with your black prick," she shouted. "Put your big cock in my belly... do it to me!"

Her Irish-catholic background was forgotten. Her religious upbringing was forgotten and Susan reasoned that she was possessed by the devil. "Oh gawd... I'm creaming. I can't stop... gawd, please put it in... inside my belly. Do it... do it now, you bastard," she wailed. "Fuck me... you black bastard. Make me your white whore... just like you did Marie. Do it!"

Sarge literally threw her onto the bed. Susan landed flat on her back but she somehow kept her legs spread wide enabling Sarge to kneel between them. Her eyes were wide open and they were glazed over with the sight of impending doom. Sarge's powerful body slithered forward and his upper torso dropped over her chest. The head of his cock was between her thighs and right next to her vulnerable crotch, which made Susan squirm. Then he rubbed the wet head all over her pelvis and threatened to push it into her wet opening.

Susan could not remember her body being so inflamed and so filled with ****** lust. She rolled her head side-to-side fraught with the possibility Sarge wouldn't do it. All of sudden she felt something big and menacing push between her delicate pussy lips. She stopped breathing and promised not to take another breath until the African had ******** her soul.

Sarge was afraid of hurting her, as Susan seemed delicate and sophisticated. He stared at her agonizing face and realized her beauty was astounding. Susan cried and pleaded with him to stop but her actions betrayed everything she said. Sarge noticed her arms were around his waist and her fingers were squeezing his behind. She pulled his hips downward and into her thrashing body. Suddenly he realized Susan wanted more... more of his black pecker.

Sarge rammed his hips downward with the power of a madman. He entered Susan's virgin sanctuary with one powerful thrust and she was frantic. She clung to him giving every indication that she was experiencing an earth-shaking orgasm. Her teeth were next to his bare shoulder and she bite him hard. The sharp pain was fleeting but threatened to rob his remaining willpower.

The heat was intense and quickly became unbearable and Sarge wondered if his stamina could survive for long. He wittingly regained control over his breathing and quickly thrust his hips into her widespread thighs. Sarge curved his body enough so he could look down and he noticed that barely a few inches of his cock was inside the heated woman.

Sarge pulled backwards, pausing with only the fat head inserted into the volcanic pit. Then he thrust one more time. Sarge heard a shrill scream and it was the music of lust to his ears.

When his cock went through her tender cervix, Susan's civilized world came crashing down. She felt his ramrod spread her soul. Suddenly surrendering her spirit to the African god was the only solution and Susan let go. Her womanly juices flowed freely and Susan had never felt so liberated.

There was nothing in the world she wanted more than being Sarge's white slave. "Sweet Jesus. When Marie told me... about having sex with an African... I never thought it would happen to me," she whispered with a long overdue contentment. "Dear gawd... you own me. But you know that... don't you?"

Sarge smiled at the pretty woman. "You stay with me. You will be my mistress... my woman," he whispered having a hard time talking. "The others will stay in the village... wait for baby. You will live in my home. We fuck. We fuck every day."

All of a sudden his hips jerked out of control. Susan felt his random thrusts and pumps and she realized what was happening. It should have been the most traumatic moment of her life and it was. But not for the proper reasons, as she clung to Sarge knowing his seed was filling her fertile womb. Sarge's sporadic jerks continued forever and Susan wondered if his climax would ever end.

Susan felt like a little schoolgirl again. Sarge's cock rubbed against her body, touching her everywhere except where she craved. All of a sudden she felt a very familiar tremor rocket through her loins and Susan realized that it was a prelude for more ecstasy. Whenever these tremors happened, she could never wait. She put her legs around Sarge's thick leg and tried to hold his muscular thigh tightly against her crotch.

Sarge glanced at her twisting body and noticed Susan humping his leg. He could feel her immense wetness rubbing against his upper thigh so he pushed hard. His thigh pressed the pink petals open and exposed the most cherished bud. Sarge didn't mind Susan climaxing so fast because he knew she was only building to a higher pinnacle of lust. Her hips thrust and jerked against his thigh and then he needed fulfillment.

This time he didn't care if he hurt her. Sarge understood Susan's desperation and need for uninhibited sex. He pushed her onto her back and grabbed her wrists with his powerful hands. Sarge stretched her arms upward, as far as possible, and he wanted Susan to know he was her black master.

It quickly turned into a stimulating game. Sarge attacked and kept trying to kiss her, as her head twisted and turned, trying to evade his mouth. Susan struggled with much determination to indicate she was fighting his apparent unwanted caresses. Sarge held her arms, pinned and outstretched far above her head, as he continued the game with her flat on her back.

Susan squirmed and turned her head side-to-side pretending to struggle harder. He kissed her lips every time her head turned and then he kissed her cheek and neck. Susan squirmed again and her head came forward enabling him to kiss her on the lips in a most demanding fashion.

Each played the erotic game and it filled both with intense desire. Susan kept twisting her head and suddenly Sarge used his tongue. He licked her face, her lips, her nose, and then her ears until she was overheated. Suddenly her head turned sideways again and Sarge held her still by biting her ear. "Open legs. Open your legs so I can put my black cock into your little, white pussy," he hissed through his teeth, as they bite down hard on her ear. "That's it, baby... can you feel it? My hard cock... as it goes into your cunt?"

All of her life, Susan was reserved and seemed to hold something back. Suddenly there were no barriers or no holding back. Her breathing was extremely uneven, and ragged, and she feared fainting if she didn't let go. His black knob pushed her control button and her loving juices coated Sarge's big penis. Sarge let go of her ear realizing there was no need for any more *****. He pumped wildly and pretended he was an untamed dog.


The night was never-ending. Susan lost count. Was it three, four or even five? How many times had she experienced an orgasm with her black god within such a short time span? There was nothing left, she reasoned, as her entire body felt totally exhausted. Suddenly his lips were touching her. Kissing her soft, velvety flesh around her quivering tummy and then lower until his tongue lashed out. Suddenly Susan realized the night wasn't over.

Sarge reassured Susan every chance he got that her sister was very safe and sound. "You need not worry. Nia will take good care of Marie," he explained. "Nia can be trusted and she fully understands that nothing should happen to your sister. I will take you to visit whenever you wish."

He knew Susan came to Africa to specifically ensure her baby sister was well looked after. Marie Kelly would have the baby and then she would release a news bulletin, saying she had adopted a foreign baby. "Not to worry. I will drive you to the village... every few days to visit. You can see that she is very comfortable... no harm will come to your sister."

Susan felt somewhat guilty for putting her own pleasures before Marie's, but Sarge's reasoning sounded too good to refute. She was on pins and needles every day when Sarge was at work but that was quickly replaced by pricks and penises when he returned. Susan wondered how she would ever explain things to her family. There was no doubt in her mind that soon she would be in the same quandary as Marie. What amazed Susan most was the fact she felt the immense guilt but still she craved intercourse with the African man.

Time seemed to stand still for Susan, but yet, the days flew by in a hurry. One quiet afternoon when she was all by herself, Susan contemplated the events that had transpired since her arrival in the African city. Sarge wasn't due home for at least another hour and she tried to remember the past two months.

Susan remembered how it all started. Her sister prepared and warned her about Sarge, but all of Marie's warnings fell on deaf ears. Sarge had deviously gained complete control over Susan and she couldn't remember feeling so emotional towards any man. Then she thought of that first night alone with Sarge. A violent shiver shot through her entire body when she visualized coming into the master bedroom that first Monday night.

Images of Sarge sitting in the hot tub flashed through her head and then she remembered the most shocking event in her 30 plus years. Sarge stood up, boldly displaying his heralded manhood and she felt like a woman again. Susan could still remember how her legs vibrated and threatened to collapse right in front of the naked man.

Slowly and precisely Susan imagined what happened after that. She never resisted or made one move to stop the man. Sarge stripped her bikini and left her nude and shivering. Then he shuffled her towards the bed and again she made no move to stop the man. She pictured him throwing her onto the bed and then crouching between her widespread legs. Even now her breathing grew uneven when she imagined Sarge's enlarged penis rubbing against her crotch.

Susan was happy and sad at the same time. The most overbearing thing was Sarge's astute control, as he threatened to ravage her, but she still didn't move. Suddenly she vaguely remembered pleading with Sarge not to do it because she was vulnerable but he merely laughed at her silly innocence. Susan could still see how he put the flared head of his black cock at her opening and how he slowly and deliberately shoved it all the way inside her being. She was no longer a white, upstanding catholic from America, but a woman who wanted something so badly she would sacrifice her spirit.

The memory was vivid and very real. She felt his cock slide deeper, deeper until it hit her delicate cervix. Suddenly she knew the sacrifice was worth it. 'Yes,' she deemed. 'He fucked me that first night... and now I am a slave to his manly power.'

All of a sudden there was a familiar twinge deep inside her tummy. There was no need to fret or worry anymore. She was pregnant, that she was certain. That knowledge sent shivers of extreme doubt through her mind, but Sarge quickly reassured her that everything was all right.

Susan glanced at her watch and noticed she still had time to dream. Suddenly she imagined the first visit to the village and it became more livid by the second. Sarge took her there in his limo and her sister knew something was amiss, as soon as Susan got out of the car. She remembered Marie staring into her glassy eyes and obviously noticing her total fulfillment. That was when Susan realized her sister could know the truth before anything was said.

The ensuing conversation was one that Susan would remember word for word. Her eyes had filled with tears on that fateful day because of the intense guilt feelings.

"Susan! You did it... didn't you? You had sex with him?"

Susan stood in front of her sister unable to say anything.

"Well... well?" Marie had whispered insisting her sister tell her the truth.

It took forever for Susan to break her silence. "Oh gawd, I'm so sorry. It happened... just happened."

The shame had grown when she tried explaining things to her sister. "We were in his house... then it just happened."

"But I warned you. I warned you Susan... that he was unscrupulous... evil," Marie told her that afternoon. Then like a miracle between two loving sisters, they fell into each other's arms and hugged for the longest time.

Susan felt much better today than she did back then. Marie fully accepted what had happened after she explained everything. Even now she trembled with her revelations to her sister. "He's a good man. You don't know him... Sarge is really good to me," Susan told Marie that day. "He treats me with respect... dignity. He is the kindest man I have ever known."

Everything had been put out in the open but Marie still had some unanswered questions. "What are you going to tell... your girls... your husband?"

"Gawd, my girls are away at college and hardly ever make it home; every other weekend if they're lucky. You don't know what's it like when kids leave the nest... they don't need Mom anymore. And Andy... well... he's been screwing his secretary for two years. I didn't say anything... I was too ashamed. You know that blonde bimbo... with the fake tits and big ass."

Telling her sister the truth had been the biggest relief. The rest of that first visit had been pleasurable and so was each succeeding visit. Sarge faithfully took Susan to visit Marie and she looked forward to each visit. Suddenly Susan was full of extreme excitement because soon she would have startling news to tell Marie.

All of a sudden someone at the door interrupted her daydreams. Sarge entered and her dreams were forgotten. He slowly walked across the room staring intently at her beautiful smile, which seemed to be on her face whenever he was around. He walked right up to Susan and took both of her dainty hands in his, holding her at arms length before swooping in for a kiss.

Susan didn't hesitate or hold back. She let Sarge take her by the hand and lead her up the long set of stairs. It was almost like teenage lovers who couldn't get enough of each other, as they entered the dimly lit bedroom. A scenic movie of what happened would have depicted a fully clothed couple entering. Within seconds there was a naked black man and white woman locked in erotic bliss and it was very apparent that the man was fully aroused.



THE END

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SPYING ON MY GIRLFRIEND BEING SEDUCED BY HER ******* FRIEND


Even at twenty five, I can still turn the heads of teenage girls. Not only am I what most girls would consider gorgeous, I am also an intelligent and cunning guy. I admit that I use this to my advantage, telling those sweet dumb things what they want to hear, and one way or another getting into their pants, then stuffing my cock in their tight little pussies. There's nothing like the whimper of a sixteen‑year-old girl as your cock slides in and out of her cunt.



I spotted her at the local supermarket. Stereotypical I know, but for some reason those places are a magnet for any up and coming hottie that may live local. As I stood at the rear of the line I could feast my eyes on her form without fear of her catching me... she was too distracted by her work. I noticed that her male customers (of all ages) were distracted themselves... by her lovely olive skinned soft face, big brown eyes, long honey blonde hair, jutting tits and svelte frame. Her arse, like most teenage girls, was a perfect bubble. Standing there, I imaged it naked; naked, soft, warm, round and firm. My cock surged at the mental vision of her on all fours with that sweet bum in the air, the gorgeous little bitch with her jeans and panties around her knees while she offered her cunt up to me. Softly I moaned, imagining the pleasure that would surge through me as I pistoned my cock in and out of her...



The very girl I was daydreaming about broke my daydream. Her reaction to me was typical as I sauntered up before her. Apart from firing an aloof 'hello' in response to her sweet‑voiced greeting, I paid her no attention. Hot girls hate that; they are used to males lucky enough to encounter them having to wipe off the drool; they are used to writing guys off in two seconds, and they love the power and ego trip of doing that. When you don't give them that, you would think that you called them a whore in public from the insulted looks they get on their faces.



Anyway, I could feel her eyes on me, wanting my attention, but also checking me out. Damn, these chicks are so predictable. Is there not a single hot chick out there who can't give her ego a rest when she encounters a guy, whether she wants them or visa‑versa? Then, as all the tallying up had been done, I made my move, "Seems I spend more money on my cat than me." A crap joke, but she laughed a sweet little giggle, letting me to know she liked me. So, I grabbed my packed grocery bags from the far end of the register, prompting her turn her back on the waiting customers (one of whom took the opportunity to check out her ass) to hand me my change. It was then I locked eyes with her.



I whispered, "You're a gorgeous little thing. What time do you finish? I'll pick you up and we can go out driving."



She stalled for a second, more taken aback my boldness than hesitation, "I‑I...um...I finish at 5.00," she stuttered.



BANG! She was mine.

That was five months ago. Even though I have fucked a few other chicks behind her back, I have stayed with Leigh... she is an amazing piece of seventeen-year-old ass. An absolute showstopper! Anywhere we went, whether she was in her senior year private‑school uniform or all dressed up to ensure (illegal) entry into a club or bar, she garnered all the attention a girl could ever want. And Christ, what a fuck she turned out to be! But when I say that, I don't mean she jumped around like some porn star screaming out how much she loved cock, I mean she was willing to try new things, totally reveling in the sexual experience. Whether it was my cock wrapped in her heavenly oh‑so‑tight pussy, stuffed up her exquisite bum or thrusting in and out of her mouth, she was into it, into it, into it! Yep. She had become a right little cock lover.



I had my own pad, but the fact she was seventeen meant that her (long time single) ****** wanted her home most nights. But he was a nice guy, didn't mind the age difference, and was cool with me being over three to four nights a week as long as it was after she had completed her studies. Most night he let me stay also, in a separate room of course, and I respected him enough not to play midnight visits to my sweet girlie who slept but two doors down the hall.



Her ******, Greg, belonged to a few different clubs, but he seemed to go out very little. Most nights his best friend, Steve, would also be over. We would all share a beer and a laugh together, many times late into the night. Neither Greg nor Steve are rich or handsome, but they are good guys.



Leigh's ****** had had a few flings here and there, but with two broken marriages under his belt, he wasn't keen to lose any more heart, or money. Steve, at 55, was a little older, balder and far paunchier than Greg. He had a very quick wit, a nice way about him, but never seemed to talk much about women. Maybe his past was dotted with bad experiences also. However, I did take great amusement at catching Steve ******** in Leigh's form whenever he thought he could catch a secret glimpse. He never knew I saw him, but I didn't mind, she was a hottie, and it's a simple biological fact that a fine female form will attract male attention. A man's age does not change that. No matter, it was just a harmless perve... let him have his thrill.



Of the four of us, Steve and Leigh were the only ones who smoked, a habit her ****** did not condone, but knew he could not stop. She wasn't allowed, however, to smoke in the house, so he had decked out the garage for her, and had it heated so she could smoke in comfort. Two or three times a night Leigh and Steve would duck out to the garage for a puffer. Sometimes I would go out to join for some (un)fresh air, but most times I would stay in the far more comfortable house, ******** and chatting with Leigh's ******.



One Friday night I had picked Leigh up from school and arrived at her home to find Greg and Steve in the midst of a serious ******** session. Now, normally Greg won't allow Leigh to *****, but he was half taken by *******, and it decided that he would make an exception. "Just this time." he said with as much seriousness as he could muster.



The night rolled on. Beers were the poison of choice, but we also had a shot each, watching with great amusement as Leigh, still in her school uniform, spat hers all over the cat. The four of us were well on the way to being quite pissed when Steve said he was off for a smoke. He turned to Leigh and asked if she was keen to join him. Staggering to her feet, she grabbed her packet and they swayed out of the room toward the back door that led to the stand‑alone garage. I watched my girlfriend's gorgeous little bum in her short tartan skirt... do men ever get over schoolgirls? I wondered if Steve was thinking the same thing as he followed her.



A few minutes later Greg asked me to join him for a walk to the local to stock up on our dwindling beer supply. After Greg ducked out to the garage to inform Leigh and Steve that we would be gone for while, I stood to make for the front door, but nearly collapsed, laughing while stating the obvious that I was a little too pissed and would hang back and guard the fort. Greg gave a ******* chortle and headed out the door.



Now I was alone in the house, no fun when you're ***** and feeling merry, so I decided to stand, regain my sense of balance and sneak out to scare the crap out of Leigh and Steve. The concrete drive absorbed any sound my steps may have made as I gained on the well lit garage, which was windowed on each side and fitted with a remote controlled roll‑a‑door; the only access to inside.



If I was to make good my scare, I would have to learn where the two were situated. Lowering myself into a crawl (which felt far more stable anyway) I made my way toward the around the darkened back of the garage, planning to scare the crap out of them by bashing the tin garage wall closest to them. Reaching the point below the window, I slowly lifted myself to standing, until my eyes came into line with the bottom of the window. I was close enough now to stuff up a good scare.



As I peeped cautiously into the window, I was relieved to find Leigh and Steve facing away from me, lying on their stomachs, diagonally away from me, with Leigh the closer to me. They were side‑by‑side, but not too close. In their ******* state, they were overcompensating for the distance by talking louder than need be. I was momentarily distracted by my girlfriend's smooth, rounded thighs that disappeared under her skirt to give rise to her bubble of a bum.



Snapping back to the present, the conversation was slurred as they puffed away, but I could make it out clearly. Steve seemed to be answering a question, while my gorgeous, slow blinking, obviously quite inebriated Leigh, was trying her hardest to concentrate upon his reply.



"Well," he said, "I haven't been with a woman for a while now." He hesitated. "To be honest... ahh... I nearly said it, but I would be the ******* making me say it."



As with all girls, Leigh was eager for the inside story, the nitty gritty, so she pressed him for the answer. After a little cajoling, he acquiesced.



Slowly he started, "Well, to be honest, Leigh, women my age... well... I just can't find them attractive. Sure, they're good company and all, but they just don't... well..."

"

Yes, go on..." urged Leigh.



"They just don't turn me on. Like, all men, I like younger women. It's just the way I am. But I'm in my fifties now... Damn, I'm older than I can bear. The young women I want... just aren't interested. It's *******."



"How young do you mean?" inquired Leigh.



"Honestly?" he asked, a little wary.



"Honestly." She assured him.



"I don't know, Leigh. I shouldn't be talking about this stuff to you. I'm ***** and more honest than I should be as a result of it."



"Oh fuck it! We're just talking! Go on, I'm interested." She pressed.



"Yeah. Fuck it!" Suddenly he seemed to grow bolder. "Fuck it. I'm just going to let rip... You want the truth? I'll tell you, Leigh!"



His eyes narrowed and he leaned a little closer to Leigh, who now looked a little taken aback by his shift in manner, unsure what she had gotten herself into.



Steve drew slowly on his cigarette, sucked his teeth, and begun, a low growl in his voice. "How young? Like most men, sweetie, from about sixteen upwards."



Leigh was visibly shocked, but mesmerized as well. She seemed both disgusted and intrigued by Steve's revelation. When sober she would have backed off and changed the subject, but the high level ******* more was keeping her there.



"Just most men won't admit that. But why the fuck not? Sixteen is legal. To be honest Leigh, when I look at you... I wish... I wish I was nineteen again. Those were the days."



"Oh... I... that's...," she stammered.

"Leigh. Come on. Let's cut the crap." Steve was in control now. My heart was thumping, but something kept me watching when I should have been walking in there to stop this. "Let's not bull**** each other. Honestly, tell me you don't notice older guys checking you out." He took another drag on his cigarette as he reveled in his question, having now turned the tables on her.



Leigh looked around unsure, blinked innocently a few times then replied, "Well. I...well..."



Steve cut in, "You mean yes. Don't you?"



"Um...y‑yes..." she stammered, "maybe we should go inside."



"Ok. Yeah we should," he agreed. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then he continued, "But first, I want to ask you something, Leigh."



She looked like a cornered rabbit, "Oh...um...ok. But then we have to go inside."



"Fine with me." He paused for second, locking eyes with her. "Can I kiss you?"



Leigh was stunned. Simply stunned. "I...ahh...I don't know...I shouldn't."



I could not believe she hadn't outright refused him! An 'I shouldn't' was as good as agreeing to it for a guy. I should have been marching in there, I should have been kicking the **** out this guy. And I would have, if I wasn't inexplicably transfixed... and, ashamedly, aroused!



Steve shifted on his fat gut toward Leigh as he spoke "You are so delicious, Leigh. I see you in your school skirt and it drives me fucking nuts," he admitted, all the time inching closer to her. "I watch you in those tight jeans and micro mini's you wear and I can barely hide my lust."



As unsure as she looked, she wasn't moving away! "S‑Steve...what if my dad found out, or my boyfriend?"



"Well, I'm not going to tell...and I'm sure you're not. C'mon, I can't pass this up. There I've said it now! Do you know how long it's been since I kissed a teenager? God, I miss the feel of teenage girls. C'mon...it would mean so much to me...and it won't be so bad. I've had plenty of experience."



There was silence from Leigh. But her beautiful big brown eyes were darting around, and her toes were curling and straightening in her dirty soled white knee socks. Steve did not let up. Why would he? And why did I have a raging fat in my pants? He shifted closer; now closer again, close enough to have their sides touching. She didn't budge! Their faces were but inches apart, and to aid in securing his conquest of my gorgeous teenage girlfriend, he continued his sleazy spiel, a spiel she seemed to falling for.



"That's it...you're not such a good girl...but you are gorgeous...so very gorgeous...oh Jesus...look at your face...all the time I have fantasized about this...that's it...good girl...just let me.."



With jaw‑dropping amazement, I watched as his face bridged the remaining distance and his open mouth met hers. Her eyes remained open, but soon closed as I watched him thrust his eager tongue into her seventeen‑year‑old mouth, filling it.



"Mff!" she moaned. She kissed back, not as eager as him, but she was taking it. My god! She was cheating on me with a fifty year old man! It must have thrilled her to be doing something so perverse, and it certainly must have thrilled him to be scoring with a drop dead gorgeous fantasy girl, a girl any man would **** to get his stiff cock up.



They kissed and kissed. I could see he was lost in lust, his mouth and tongue working eagerly. She was letting out little whimpers, her head moving in little jerks as he consumed her. This was actually happening. Steve then lifted his hand and stroked her hair. Breaking the kiss, he began to nuzzle her neck, shifting his pelvis to ease the stiffness of his turgid prick pressing into the ground.



That both thrilled and disgusted me. Here was a fifty-five‑year‑old man seducing my gorgeous teen girlfriend, and his cock was like an iron rammer. No doubt his mind must have been racing with thoughts of getting that hard dick of his right up her sweet teen cunt.



Leigh had her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations running through her. How many times I have seen that face? She was getting hot. Soon her schoolgirl panties would be wet.



I found myself doing something I could not believe... I was rubbing myself through my jeans, then undoing my zip, then freeing my already seeping, aching cock, then pulling it, pulling it hard.



Leigh's eyes slowly opened, and she spoke slowly, ***** and horny as she was, "w‑we should stop now. Oh...god...oh...we really...ohh...that's fantastic..."



Steve smiled a wicked little smile as he continued kissing her neck. His hand began to trail down her back, slowing its trail as he neared the swell of her sweet bum. Making a claw of his hand, he fully took hold of one of her cheeks through her tartan skirt. She flinched, but did not resist! Taking that as a sign it was ok to continue, Steve's hand began kneading her firm bum cheek, probably in disbelief that she was letting him do it to her.



He had readjusted the angle of his head while kissing her ears (something she loved), smiling evilly as he watched his hand grope my girlfriend's gorgeous ripe ass. Steve slowly turned on his side to face her. Now I could see that tent in his pants, pointing lewdly at my girlfriend's hip, but she was too lost in her pleasure. His hand slipped further down now, to rub her silky skinned thighs. I saw him shake his head slightly, in awe of how far he had gotten.



While alternating kissing her cheek, neck and ear (with Leigh all the time just taking it and loving it), he spoke to her, in a half authoritarian voice, "That's it...that's it...you're a naughty little girl...aren't you hmm...hmmm...oh fuck you're delicious..." His hand slid up the back of her thigh, nearing the hem of her skirt as he continued, "yeah...that's it...I bet you're nice and wet...huh...hmmm...you delicious young thing."



Then it happened. His hand slid slowly under her school skirt! Leigh turned her head to face him, an unsure look an on her sweet, gorgeous face.



"I think we should...should stop now...th‑they might be back anyti..."

Steve cut her off by shoving his tongue in her mouth, and she let him kiss her hard. With her eyes closed, she let out a low, throaty moan. His tongue would fill out one of her cheeks, then the other, then go deep into her throat as he started to kiss her roughly. All the time I could see his hand under skirt, his fingers moving as they groped her panty covered ass.



Softly breaking the kiss, he started again on her neck while shoving a fat finger of his other hand into her mouth, then two, then three as she sucked on them like she does my cock. This must have driven him wild.



The hand Steve had under her skirt pushed it up over her back as he again angled his head to now set his eyes upon the glory of her soft teen bum. Her ass rose up like two twin balloons, asking, begging to ********. His mouth dropped open as he looked upon her perfect olive skinned buns encased in tight white cotton panties.



I pulled my cock harder, close to coming, but holding back to enjoy the salacious spectacle, wondering how far it would go, hoping it would go farther.



Steve greedily groped her bum through her knickers for some long moments then boldly thrust his hand down into them to grab her bare ass. Her mouth was now full of his thumb and fingers, up to the top knuckle and she was alternating between sucking and gagging, but Christ, she loved it!



I watched Steve's hand in my girlfriend's panties, and then was stunned to see him stuff his hand down between her cheeks...onto her cunt! A wide smile came across his face as he pushed her panties down, enraptured in the actually seeing her incredible full schoolgirl bum before him! He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth as the fingers of his other hand slowly stoked up and down the hidden lips of her pussy.



"Mmmff...mmmff...mmmfff!" was all she could manage...as she slowly parted her thighs to give him more access.



"Oh...I never thought this would happen...my god, you are simply amazing...simply...amazing..." I heard him say, short of breath.



Leigh was whimpering, her mouth wreathed by her saliva, her school skirt up over her back, her panties down to reveal her incredible ass, her mouth full of Steve's fat fingers...and as Steve started to pushed a finger into her cunt she lifted her sweet bum and arched her head back.



"MMFF!" she moaned into his fingers. Simply in awe, Steve shifted his weight again to push his clothed dick into her hip, just to have it make some contact with her, I gathered. In and out of her cunt his fingers went, now wet with her lovely nectar. She was humping her hips slightly, her thighs now spread further, stretching her lowered panties, as she enjoyed the finger fuck from this fat fifty‑year‑old man.



"I wonder what your dad and boyfriend would think if they could see this...me having my way with their lovely Leigh. God you're amazing..."



Then he withdrew his hand from her mouth, and before she could protest, sat up and straddled himself across her thighs so that his groin was pushing up into the lower fat of her bum. She looked a little stunned, as he basically had her pinned.



"Wha‑what are you doing, Steve. Please we should really stop." She said to him over her shoulder.



He was quick to respond though, all the time with both his hands kneading her bum, "Christ your ass is just, just amazing...ohhh..."



"No...c'mon...we've done...enough...fuck...if we get caught..." she pleaded, short of breath.



Realising this might end it, Steve quickly responded, "Don't like it...huh?"



"No...no its just..." she whimpered softly.



"Shhh...they'll be ages. They're both ***** and the stores a fair drive, so it's very long walk... especially when *****," he reasoned, unaware that I was watching the whole event while pulling my pre‑cum covered cock. "Shhh...just relax and enjoy...I've waited so long...shh...just let me...let me do this," he said as he moved one hand around her and under hip to fiddle with her pussy.



I then saw her pull a familiar face; he had found her clit. She was lost.



Her jaw shuddered as she closed her eyes, his hand working at speed. I couldn't quite see his fat fingers but they were doing what she liked, his wrists moving up and down in little movements. Again she pushed her soft bum up, this time against him.



Steve then removed his other hand from my whimpering girlfriend's slightly shuddering bum moving it to his fly! With Leigh facing forward and lost in her pleasure, she had no idea that Steve was now sliding down his fly! My cock surged and still I wondered why this was driving me crazy with lust. Why is the perversion of a fat, balding fifty‑five‑year‑old man having his way with my girl turning me on so much?



Suddenly I saw it freed, his cock! Around eight inches long and very fat, it sprung from his pants, pre‑cum dribbling from its swollen purple end! I groaned loudly, so loudly that I feared I might give myself away. What a sight to see this fat man with his nasty old cock looming but an inch over the ass of my half‑stripped schoolgirl!



With his hand keeping her distracted, Steve licked his lips, smiled and began to lean forward, holding his dick in his other hand as it neared my girl's waiting bum cheeks. Tentatively he placed it along the crack of her ass, his eyes closing as his cock came in contact with her silky skin. I nearly blew my load there and then. She must have realized what was going on because she lifted her neck and turned her face to see this fat man's dick lodged in her ass cleft.

"No...no way Ste..."



But again he was quick to stop her protests. "Shh... I'm not going to fuck you. I promise. I just want to rub it against your bum," which he started to do as he spoke his words.



"But I...we‑", she half pleased, half whimpered.



"Shh... Just let me...oh fucking, Christ! You feel incredible...Fucking Christ!...Fuck! I won't take long, believe me... Just let me cum, Leigh ... Please," he said as a string of drool left his mouth to land on my girlfriend's back.



He then leant forward over her, stuck his whole hand in her mouth as he began pushing his cock up and down along her ass crack and over her soft warm asshole.



"Oh...oh...fu‑fuck...fuck..."

"Mfff...mfff...MMMMFFF!" said my girlfriend as she was bucked forward by the thrust of Steve's large frame. For some long moments I was in awe as Steve had his way with Leigh, his eyes half‑closed as he slid his fat prick deep in her ass crack. He must have been in heaven, in fact, I know he was.



She whimpered as he played with her clit while pistoning his fingers quickly right down her throat to make her gag as he fucked the cleft of her ass. Then suddenly he stopped, pulled his fingers from her mouth and cunt, took her by the hips and hoisted her roughly up onto all fours.



There she was, on her hands and knees with her sweet, amazing precum covered ass and glistening pussy stuck up for the taking. Steve dragged his cock down over her asshole to rub against her swollen pussy lips. I expected her to protest, but instead she let him grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back! He took himself in the other hand, and, with a face overcome with lust, thrust his fat cock into her cunt with one push!



"MMMFFF!" she exclaimed.



Her pussy lips stretched wide and she jerked and grimaced to accommodate his big dick, but she did not protest as he pushed into her, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Damn! He was doing it to her. He was fucking my girlfriend doggy style!



Gritting his teeth, he looked down on the ripples he was making on her ass as he pounded into her, all the time pulling back roughly on her hair. Her body rocked and jerked as this fifty‑five‑year‑old man enjoyed the sensations my girlfriend's cunt was giving him... and I know how sweet her cunt feels.

In and out, in and out, I watched his cock go, with Leigh's stretched teen cunt drowning in juices. I could just see her face. She was loving this rough fuck from her dad's best friend. She was loving his big fat dick ramming into her from behind. She was loving being taken like this. It was so wrong, so nasty, and so fucking hot!



Then she came! Her big eyes flung open and the cords of her neck protruded as she gritted her teeth while her body rocked and shuddered.



This was too much for Steve, making this teenage wet‑dream cum on his fat cock! He now grabbed two handfuls of her hair as he pulled her head roughly back and entered the throes of what must have been a fucking overwhelming orgasm! His fat cheeks shook and he fucked his cock up into my girlfriend's taut cunt until her knees lifted off the floor! His eyes flung open, rolled back in his head and his whole fat frame shook as he pumped his seed into her while reveling in his ecstasy.



What seemed like a minute passed before his body stopped jerking his dick into her cum oozing pussy. The sight of this was too much for me. With an incredible rush, I too lost my load. I came like crazy, spurting all over the garage wall as I barely succeeded in stifling my groans of pleasure.



As I regained my vision I could see both Leigh and Steve hurriedly dressing. Seems all of a sudden they were in a rush. I took my leave, quickly zipping along the drive to silently open the back door and duck into the house to resume ******** my beer as if nothing had happened. The couple walked in a few moments later, shocked to see me sitting there.



Leigh tried to cover her flushed state and surprise by stammering, "I thought you went with Dad...?"



"Nah. I've been here all along, just *******' on my own. You guys were out there a while..."



"Yeah", said the bastard Steve, the bastard who had just fucked the **** out my girlfriend and still showed a few signs of it, "your girlfriend loves it out there. She didn't want to leave. She could smoke all day if you gave her the chance. Once she starts, there's just no stopping her."



"You know it, man, I smirked into my beer. That would give them something to think about.



To be continued...

The following days were bizarre for me. The realizations that I loved watching my stunning teenage girlfriend being fucked by a much older guy swirled around my head...and my cock. What should have been disgusting me was slowly growing into an obsession. For some fucked up reason, I wanted to, had to, see it again. I wanted to see his cock stuffed down her throat, making her gag. I wanted to witness her dad's best friend shoving his rod into her cunt. I wanted to watch Steve stuffing his fat dick up Leigh's sweet teeny bum. It was becoming a problem. Here I was, this good‑looking 25 year‑old guy, in the prime of his sexual life, getting off on a guy way past his prime ramming his cock into my very own girlfriend.



Things were getting serious when I start to pretend I was Steve as I fucked Leigh. I had started getting a little rougher with her, but she complained, saying she didn't like that kind of stuff. Bull****! Steve had practically raped her, hammering his fat cock into her eager cunt as he pulled roughly at her hair. It seemed Leigh only liked it when she was being taken advantage of; when a much older man was taking her, ********* her and reveling in her gorgeous body. In a way, it must have been like a power trip for her, seeing this grown man slathering over her like some rabid dog as she reluctantly let him fulfill his forbidden fantasies (as she fulfilled hers). Jesus! I wanted to fuck her like Steve had. To piston my cock in and out of her tight little cunt and yank on her hair and hear her little girl whimpers and squeals as I took her willing pussy! Well, if I couldn't have it, I would have to make it so I could watch it.



I was at Leigh's house for our regular Friday night piss up. But Steve had not visited since that night, perhaps he was hit with the guilt. I mean, he had just seduced and fucked the **** out of his best friend's teenage ******** in the garage! Maybe he was regretting the whole thing, or more likely, fearing consequences. Perhaps he woke up the next day with a huge hangover and was struck with the fear that Leigh had (in ****** tears), told me about the whole sordid event. Or worse...told her ******! In a sick sort of way, I was worried that my fantasy would never come true again. How fucked up is that for a boyfriend to be thinking? Jesus...I needed help.



It was just in the midst of my sick little worry over Steve's absence when the phone rang. Greg answered to announce that it was Steve, who at Greg's warm greeting must have been breathing a sigh of relief that he had not been betrayed by Leigh. He was on his way with a bottle of tequila. Greg and I whooped for joy at Steve's news, but for different reasons; I knew what was on his mind.



Ten minutes later, Leigh, who was showering after her school day emerged from the hall to take my breath way. My teen goddess was a sight to behold; I even saw her dad take a second glance then quickly turn away as she walked toward us smiling. Leigh, in all her seventeen year old glory, was dressed in a white cutoff T that showed an ample portion of her flat, smooth brown stomach and ample breast, that jutted out teasingly, like ripe apples sitting high on her chest, aching to be squeezed.



Speechless, my eyes followed her stomach down to her flaring denim micro mini skirt, the hem of which orbited her tanned, rounded thighs. Her divine, unblemished face shone with teenage youthfulness. She applied her make up just right to accentuate her big innocent brown eyes, eyes you could lose yourself in.Her long honey blonde hair was set in a pony tail that sat high on the back of her head so that it swished in a very girly manner as she moved.



There was a knock at the door and a simultaneous 'whoop' from Greg and I as Steve burst in the door, tequila bottle held aloft like a trophy. He greeted us all with a bow and walked in, his expression not changing an instant as he greeted Leigh. I shot her a glance just as she turned away, but she had failed in hiding her reaction to seeing Steve for the first time since he plunged his cock into her.



Steve smacked the bottle down on the table, proudly grinning at Greg and I. "Right, where are the shotties?" he inquired.



Greg directed Steve to the cupboard and he retrieved three shot glasses from within, then he moved to the fridge, opened it and exclaimed with disappointment that there were no beers. Greg said that there were some out in the back fridge (in the laundry at the rear of the house), and directed Leigh to go out and get them. She turned her pretty frame and again I saw Steve take the opportunity to give her sweet full ass the once over. I knew why he was here...he wanted that ass in his hands again, and he was hoping that the tequila was the means to achieving that.



The luscious Leigh, having recovered herself, soon returned with a dozen cold beers, flashing her sexy smile around as made she her way to the table around which Steve, Greg and I sat. But her smile faded into a playful sulking face as she noted that there were only three shot glasses. She had been excluded.



"Hey!", she pouted. "Where's my glass?"



Greg was stony faced as he replied. "Unh‑uh. No way little lady. This stuff is potent."



I quickly shot Steve another glance. He looked like his dog had just died. Sad thing is, I was as disappointed as he was. Quickly he masked his disappointment, and jumped to Leigh's defense. "Oh, that's hardly fair. You aren't going to make her watch us ***** are ya, Greg? She might have spat her shot out last week, by the way did you bathe the cat, but I'm sure she'll be all right this week." Leigh flashed her smile at Steve, grateful for the support, then returned her pouty expression to her still stone faced ******.



"Go on, Greg. Better her getting to know tequila here than some party and getting wiped out," I said amazed that I was aiding in getting my girlfriend pissed so I could watch her ******* best friend fuck her. Sick puppy.



Greg seemed to soften, then he half‑smiled and told Leigh to grab herself a shot‑glass. From the corner of my eye, I watched Steve's near imperceptible sigh of relief; mine followed his.



The gorgeous Leigh in her little skirt bounced over to the cupboard and back to place her glass down just as ours where filled by Steve. She took a seat by me and kissed my cheek, her soft lips and perfume playing tricks with my cock. The thought of that mouth around Steve's cock set my balls to churning.



An excited, anticipatory silence descended as we placed out hands on our glasses, shot each other smirks...and downed them! Grimaces were shared, but no one spat up. Leigh struggled to swallow but made a good show of it. As we recovered from our shots, Steve produced a pack of cards from his back pocket. "*****ing card games!" he announced. Jesus, he really wanted to get her smashed.



Greg looked a little wary, but Steve paid no heed as he plunked the pack down on the middle of the table. "Ahh...I don't think...", attempted Greg, but he was steamrolled by Steve, his best friend who was determined to get into his unwitting friend's ********'s pants.



"The game's a simple one" explained Steve. "We each cut the deck. Lowest card sculls!"



Wary glances passed around, then four hands nigh on collided as we each reached for the deck. Expectant faces reigned as we each turned over our cards.



"****!" exclaimed Greg. A shot was poured for him.

The game went badly for Greg, four shots in a row, and in no time he was well on his way to being shit‑faced. But then Leigh's fortune turned bad, and she strained and struggled and coughed to keep her third shot down. I escaped any ill luck for a while, but then copped three myself. But Steve, the tin‑assed bastard, lost only one game.



Suddenly Greg swept the cards off the table, declaring the game over and then struggled to stand to take himself off for a piss. We all watched with great amusement as Greg made his toward the hall. He was probably thankful for the invention of walls, or he would have been on his face before his third step.



The now ******* conversation rolled on for a while, and then it happened. Steve announced that he was going for a smoke, and casually invited Leigh out.



"Ummmmm," she hesitated, blinking three times slowly to betray just how ***** she was. "Oh, ok," she managed, using her hands on the table to steady her way to her feet.



This was it! Steve stood, measurably more sober than the rest of us, and followed the luscious Leigh out toward the back door. Adrenaline surged through me. On the way Leigh announced that she had better check on her dad as he had been gone a while, and headed down the hall. Steve shot me a quick glance, covered by a unctuous smile and a shrug and followed her.



A few seconds later I heard Leigh exclaim, laughing, that her dad had passed out on the toilet floor. Luckily he was dressed. I called out asking if they needed any assistance, but Steve quickly replied that they were fine.



I decided to sneak down anyway. Quickly slipping off my boots and as quietly as I could, I slipped down the hall toward the bathroom. Inching closer to the corner of the hall around which was the bathroom, I cautiously leaned my head around. Directly in my line of sight I could see the entire bathroom. The door was open and Greg was on the floor passed out. But it looked as though his plight was no longer the focus of attention for Leigh and Steve were standing in the bathroom door frame facing one another, talking in a whisper.



I couldn't hear their words, but from their body language, I could see that Steve, who was leaning in close to Leigh, had evil on his mind. As I hoped for something to happen my cock started to get hard. I saw him make quick little determined nods as Leigh bit her lip, then he put one hand hesitantly to her mouth. I was nearly sprung as she looked nervously up the hall, but then she turned her attention back to Steve and gave a short little nod. Steve smiled evilly as he reached out to take Leigh by the shoulders and slowly turned her so her back was to him. I saw his jaw slowly drop in appreciation as his eyes scanned down her hair, then her back, then stopped on her bubble of a bum that was jutting out at him. Definitely an ass man, ol' Stevey boy.



Lowering himself into a squatting position so that his face was level with her bum, Steve reached forward and took the hem of her short skirt between his fat fingers. Licking his lips, he paused for a moment of anticipation, snapped a quick glance at the very *********** Greg, then returned his attention to Leigh's beautiful waiting ass. As if silently bidden, Leigh placed her hands against the doorframe, faced forward and arched her back to push her bum out near Steve's face...as he slowly began to lift her skirt. I watched his mouth fall fully open as her sweet teen ass started to be revealed. Nigh on touching Steve's face, inch by inch of Leigh's pink cotton panties were slowly exposed, stretched to full by her jutting round cheeks.



Steve swallowed and then shifted slightly. He must have had a hard‑on as he marveled at the incredible sight before him. He licked his lips as her skirt finished up crumpled above her waist. Leigh turned her head back and down to look at Steve admiring her thrust out bottom, then slowly slid her hands a little further down the door frame to arched her back more, and in doing so, squash her bum against Steve's face! Half of Steve's head was buried in the cleft of Leigh's thrust out ass. His head began moving slowly side to side as he attempted to bury his face as far as he could into the crack of her panty‑covered ass.



Leigh closed her eyes and her mouth opened slightly as Steve started mouthing her asshole and pussy through the taut material of her pink knickers. Lost in his lust, Steve suddenly reached up and yanked her panties down to her thighs revealing the beauty of her olive skinned bum! Leigh snapped her attention down to Steve and tried to yank her panties back up but Steve quickly took my girlfriend by the hips and pushed his face back into the cleft of her now nude ass and pussy. Leigh tried to pull away, but his head followed and he almost lost balance. Leigh then twisted her bum away from him then and actually smacked Steve on the head.



He took the hint and reluctantly withdrew to lean back against the doorframe panting, his eyes still locked on the prize before him. Leigh leant down and pulled her knickers up and readjusted her short skirt. Recovering herself, she then turned to Steve said something with a serious face and they both returned their attention back to the comatose Greg, who had not moved a muscle. Taking a side each, they knelt and began to lift Greg as much as they could. I took the opportunity to slink back into the lounge where an idea, inspired by Greg's inability to handle his piss, took me.



Hurrying back to one of two oppositely arranged couches in the living room, I flicked off the lamp to leave the room lit only by the hall light, flung myself onto my side and proceeded to act as if I too had passed out. Opening my eyes but a fraction, I soon saw Steve and Leigh hauling along the now barely conscious Greg with some difficulty. His head lolled about as he spoke gibberish to Leigh and Steve. Leigh seemed to be struggling herself, the full effect of the tequila had obviously struck her also.



Upon Steve seeing me, his eyes lit up and he laughingly remarked to Leigh that both her ****** and boyfriend were featherweight ********. Leigh, looking near exhausted, let go of her ****** and staggered over to me, leaving Steve to stumble under the extra load,. Steve struggled on, passing the living room door and out of sight in the direction of his Greg's bedroom.



The fat in my pants had subsided, so I made a convincing show of being passed out (two more tequilas and no show would have been necessary). Leigh tried to shake me out of it, but somehow I maintained my act and she soon gave up, convinced I was completely out of it. Sighing, Leigh climbed up next to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and cuddled into my front.



Soon I heard Steve's approach, and as he appeared in the doorway to the living room he stopped and stood silently looking at our embraced forms, probably very worried that his encounters with Leigh had come to an end. But then, to my amazement, he entered the room, heading toward us. This guy was unbelievable!



"Hmph! Is he as gone as your dad, Leigh?" he asked.



Leigh roused groggily, obviously close to passing out herself. She turned her head slightly and answered Steve, who had now advanced to stop but a foot away. He was looking down at Leigh with lust in his eyes."Yeah, if not worse," she answered in a mumble. "You... um...you can crash in the spare room. The bed's made up." she added, almost nervously.



Steve bit his lip in disappointment, then he leant in closer to Leigh. "Why don't you come with me?" he whispered. The gall of this cunt!



"Ahh...no...I want to stay here. I'm so *****. Please, Steve. We shouldn't do that anymore," she whispered in her sweet teen voice.



But that wasn't good enough for Steve. He'd just had his face buried in her ass; he wasn't going to stop now. He squatted slowly down, exhaling with the effort as he did so. Now he was kneeling behind Leigh, who was still cuddling me. Here I was, right here on the couch as Steve was trying to get my teenage girlfriend to go to bed with him. The worst of it was that I was pretending to be *********** so it could happen! Then I saw Steve's hand appear. He had started to stroke her hair as she lay there. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to, his eyes said it all.



"Steve! No! Not here! Jesus, what if someone wakes up!" Leigh warned.

But he didn't stop. His hand trailed down her side and over her hip. Then I lost sight of it as it ducked down toward her bum that was facing toward him in the mini skirt. I saw Leigh's eyes snap back toward Steve, though she couldn't quite crane her neck around far enough to meet his eyes.



"No Steve! No! I mean it!" she insisted.



"It's ok. They are both dead to the world. Come to bed with me. We'll be quick."



Leigh's eyes then snapped open. "S‑Steve...ah...get your hand out of there!"



The bastard had his hand up her skirt! Leigh squirmed as Steve was doing all he could to get his hand into her panties. I couldn't believe she hadn't noticed my hard on! Then I felt something slide down the front of my thighs. It was her panties.



Leigh again tried to warn Steve to stop ********* her, but some of the conviction had gone from her voice, "What...w‑what are *****************..." Then her body began to rock against me slightly, "Ohh...fuck...Ouch! ****! Not all your fingers at once! Oww!...ah...ahh...ohhhh..." she moaned. Leigh then buried her head into my chest as she began to whimper, "Mmmm...mmn...ohh...mn...oh god...f‑f‑fu‑fuck..."



Her body rocked softly against me, except that I lost contact with her lower half as she pushed her bum back out onto Steve's working fingers. I could see his lust filled eyes swapping between the back of her head and his ********* of her cunt. His smile was of a man possessed as he again had his way with my girlfriend, only this time she was in my fucking arms! But it takes two to tango; gorgeous little Leigh was indeed again reveling in letting a fat, balding, fifty‑five year old man take advantage of her again. Panting like a dog, she was obviously also getting off on letting it happen right in front of me.



I saw Steve raise himself up on his knees, while continuing to finger Leigh, whose face was pushed in my chest, moaning all the time. Then I heard it... Steve's zipper being slowly pulled down. I could see him look down as he fiddled around with his pants, giving one last jerk as presumably, he'd freed his fat cock. My balls now ached. Still fingering the oblivious Leigh, he leaned in close to her, swallowed and whispered, "Turn around."



She didn't respond. She was too lost in the pleasure coming from her cunt. "Leigh...turn around...turn around, sweetie," he insisted.



She took a second to respond, then complied, slowly twisting her body awkwardly to slump back down on her side to end facing Steve. Her soft, naked bum pushed against my hard on, but I think she was too lost in her lust and ******* to notice it. Leigh shouldered herself into the couch; I could now only see Steve between the crook of Leigh's head and lithe shoulder.



"Oh god...I shouldn't...w‑what...what if dad...?"



"Shh...," was all Steve replied. Then his hand appeared right in front of my face as he took her by the back of the head.



"S‑Steve...maybe..."



"Shh...just put your mouth on it," he half insisted, while pulling her head forward. Steve's eyes roll back in his head... Leigh was sucking him off.



"F...f‑fuuuck...J‑Jesus...ohhh....," was all he could manage as Leigh's head started moving up and down over his dick while her body rocked against me. I could hear Leigh's muffled little whimpers and efforts , the noises she makes on the end of 'my' cock. Steve's eyes moved from closed to half open as he looked down on this teenage beauty with her mouth over his dick. Then Steve started humping his hips a little firmer and he scrunched her hair tightly into a fist as he fucked her mouth.



"...Oh!...Oh!...J‑Jesus fucking Christ...your mouth is amazing...you really kn‑know how to suck a cock, you little bitch."



Then Greg's bedroom light flicked on!



Leigh quickly pulled her mouth back from Steve cock with a 'pop'. "****!" she exclaimed as she quickly reached down to pull her panties up and skirt down into place. I had never imagined Steve could move so quickly! It was a good thing Greg was *****, or there is no way Steve could have leapt onto the opposite couch and pretended he was asleep before Greg stumbled past the living room doorway. But he didn't even spare a glance as he made his way to the bathroom. I could hear Steve breathing erratically, the fear that he'd almost been caught with his cock in the mouth of his best friend's seventeen‑year‑old ******** was surging through him. Leigh was breathing heavy herself, both with fear and excitement I imagined.



The toilet flushed and Greg did his best impression of a zombie as he staggered past the living room doorway. After a little audible fumbling, the light flicked off and his form could be heard hitting his bed heavily.



I had nearly fallen asleep, but had willed myself to not miss out on anything that may yet happen. Some time passed, maybe ten minutes before there were movements from the other couch. Slowly I opened my eyes just so I could see Steve slowly slipping off the couch, his eyes locked on Leigh.To my surprise, however, he stood and left the room, turning toward Greg's room.



From the smirk he had when he reappeared in the doorway, he was pleased with is findings.



Lowering himself into a crawl, Steve made his way slowly toward Leigh and I. He stopped very close to us and dropped into a kneeling position to then lean forward, close to Leigh's ear.



"Leigh...Leigh...sweetie...I'm back...I can't ******* balls are aching...Leigh," he whispered.



No response.



Steve then placed a hand on her bare arm and shook her, "Leigh. Oh come on... Aw ****!"



Nothing. She had passed out.

I saw Steve's eyes flicker, then an evil grin came over his face as the realization dawned on him that he could do what he wanted to her. He drew his hands down his face and exhaled a deep breath as he steadied himself, then slowly began to slide his hands under Leigh's *********** form. Then, with utmost care, he began to both lift and drag her away from me. Her legs, arms and head flopped as he succeeded in removing her from the couch. A couple of times he checked my state, but he was too far‑gone now, she was all his.



Lowering her onto her back on the carpeted space of floor between the couches, he positioned himself kneeling beside her. He licked his lips and took a second to appreciate his prize: a gorgeous, passed out seventeen‑year‑old‑girl lay before him...the beautiful face led down to her lithe neck...then the swell of her biggish tits straining against her top...then her flat tummy, rising and dropping slowly as she breathed...then her short denim skirt riding high around her hips, just concealing her now wet

panties...then her long, tanned thighs. She was an angel for the taking, Steve's taking.



A few seconds of this and he could no longer stand not touching her. His eyes moved to her ample tits that were straining against her tight t‑shirt. Steve reached both his hands out and clamped them down on her boobs, but she did not flinch. He then shook his head slowly as he began to massage her lovely apples, squashing them and squeezing them. Then, without further hesitation, he slid her top up, struggling to get it over her braless tits. Then he just stopped and stared, dumfounded at the sight that lay before him.



He checked her state once again, shaking her by the shoulders, but no response. Snapping his attention back to her full, round boobs, Steve lowered his face and started lapping away at her lovely soft skin. This had an effect on her, she began to moan in her *****, but Steve did not relent. He kissed and licked her all her all over the tits, neck and stomach. Slowly her eyes opened and, even more slowly, she took in where she was and what was happening.



"S...Steve...wha‑wha...?"



Steve paused to look up over her jutting tits to her face, but his hands kept working away at her.



"Leigh, just lay there."



"No...no...this is too obvious. If someone comes..." But she wasn't pulling her top down. She wasn't moving away.



Steve must have noted this too as I saw his hand reach down for her skirt as his mouth moved to hers to fill it with his tongue. Her eyes closed.



Steve moved it up a gear, he wasn't planning on having this interrupted again. He moved down her body and pulled up her skirt, revealing her panties, one side of them twisted due to her rush to get them on. Leigh pulled her mouth away.



"********** really..."



"I'm going to fuck you Leigh," he flatly stated. "I'm going to fuck you right now. I going to push my fat cock right up your sweet little cunt, because you want me to fuck you...you want me to fuck you right in front of your boyfriend," he insisted with a tone of authority. My cock surged and a felt I trickle of pre‑cum seep out.



"No...ohhh," Leigh moaned as Steve fingers plunged into her wet cunt. He worked away at her pussy for some long moments to ensure that she wanted it. She was breathing erratically now, moving her head slowly side to side. Then he was sliding her panties down, and then he was lifting her legs to allow them to be slipped off her feet.



Steve half sat up and put one hand to his zip, yanking it down and fumbling for a few seconds before his turgid cock sprang out. Leigh turned her head and just stared at his twitching dick. Not wasting anytime he reached down and cupped his free hand under her calves and promptly lifted both of her legs up and over her head so that her knees were within inches of her face.



"Mnf!" she exclaimed as she was folded in half.



I could see that her cunt and ass were jutting up, and the back muscles of her legs were straining.



"S‑Steve...," her voice was barely audible.



But Steve wasn't listening. Instead, with his dick in one hand and Leigh's calves in the other, he was moving. I could hear her breathing, but she wasn't trying to wrestle free out of her position. Her knees were now pushed to be touching her nose, and her eyes flicked around, her expression a little unsure. She even shot me a few nervous glances.



I could see the fat bastard before her, his hungry eyes moving quickly up and down her folded form as his breath quickened into a pant. Leigh twisted her head to look around her knees. He was in position now, raised slightly on his knees, his swollen cock thrusting out from underneath his fat gut, it's glistening head but a few inches from my girlfriend's upturned cunt. Steve still had one hand holding Leigh's knees to her face, and as he shifted forward his weight pushed her knees past her head, splaying her thighs further.



Obviously uncomfortable, she grunted, but the possessed Steve didn't care. "S‑Steve...", she struggled. "I..." She was cut off as Steve thrust forward, plunging his cock into her offered up cunt. "Ah!" Leigh exclaimed as Steve's wide cock invaded her pussy.



Leigh continued to grunt as Steve lowered his large frame onto her, pushing her legs back even further, her feet dangling in the air. His face was *********** as one hand moved down to cup her bum while the other took one of her small wrists, then the other, and pinned them tightly together above her head. Then he began thrusting, grunting and moaning as he banged into her.



Leigh did not seem to object to being held down and obviously uncomfortable. To an outsider it could have passed for ****. Watching this large man roughly fuck his cock in and out of the comparatively small girl was too much for me. I slid my hand down my pants to feel the liquid warmth of pre‑cum all over my aching cock and began to stroke it inside my trunks. It felt fucking great, but not as great as the grunting Steve was feeling as his cock slid in and out of my girlfriend's tight, willing cunt.



Steve leaned in even further, to place his head between her knees and began to kiss her roughly. I was amazed she could breathe under his large, jerking frame.



As he kissed her he would grunt lewd words into her mouth. "Oh! You delicious little cunt...do you know how good you fucking feel, you cheating little slut?! Look at your boyfriend...mmf...on the couch, and here you are on the floor with my cock in you...mff!"



Then he picked up the pace. He was really getting into her now, kissing her hard and squashing her knees into the sides of her head as her feet jerked around in the air. I watched this fat fifty‑five‑year‑old man fucking my girlfriend for long moments, calling her a dirty cunt and telling her what a cheating little whore she was, and she loved it. Why wouldn't the little bitch she give me the rough stuff?!



"Oh! Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Your cunt is fucking heaven, you know that? Huh?...huh?...ohh...ch‑christ...you slutty tart!"



Bang, bang, bang he rammed into her, both of them grunting and moaning all the while. I saw his hand tighten around her wrists, and then his other hand dig into her ass, then shift further.



"Ah!" she grunted as eyes then flew open.



"Like that, hmm? You like a finger in your bum, huh? Dirty little bitch!" he grunted at her through gritted teeth.



She whimpered.



"I said, do you like my finger in your bum?!"



She whimpered again, then, "Uh‑huh," she confessed.



He fucked into her with slower but harder thrusts as he fingered her asshole more vigorously. Christ, that guy was having the time of his life! They were so lost in their lust that I jerked off without worrying about being seen. I was struggling not to cum, and I very nearly lost it when Steve half‑commanded as he thrust away, "Turn over, bitch."



"Mmmnf...why?...ahh...ohhh...," she asked, barely audible between her knees.



"Just do it, you damned slut. I'm going to fuck your bum," he growled while reluctantly withdrawing his cock from her cunt.



She hesitated, "No. I don't really like..."



"I said, do it!" he spat.



She paused for a while, an unsure look on her face. Amazed, I watched her lower her legs and slowly roll over onto her tummy. Her sweet ass rolled into view. Propped up on her elbows, she looked innocently back over her shoulder at Steve. His eyes were hungrily taking in the sweet swell of her full bum cheeks. This guy was about to fuck my girlfriend in the ass! She rarely let me do it to her. She must have secretly loved the idea of this fifty‑year‑old‑guy fucking her up the ass.



"B‑be gentle...please...please..."



The drooling Steve placed his hands on either side of the supine Leigh who was looking very unsure. Moving his body forward so that his fat gut was over her lithe, curving back until his cock was looming over the round cheeks of her teenage bum. I could hear Leigh's nervous panting increase as Steve licked his lips, shook his head smiling and began to lower his dick. When his cock came in contact with her soft cheeks, Steve moaned loudly. Then the head disappeared; it would be against her asshole now.



The bastard smiled again, and with his hand he took hold of her ponytail, while the other went under her to tightly grab and squash one of her tits. She looked so defenseless as he began licking her back. He shifted his hips down.



Leigh's eyes went wide and she grunted through gritted teeth. He was pushing his cock into her ass!



"Oh‑h‑h...m‑my f‑fucking...oh‑h‑h...oh..." was all Steve could manage.



I knew what he was feeling, the same delicious sensations I experienced when fucking Leigh's vice‑like anus. Steve pulled back on her hair, squeezed her tit, gritted his teeth and panted as he pushed again. I could see Leigh grimace as this fat man's great big dick filled up her sweet little bum.



"Aahh!...ah!...ohhh...please...Steve...be care... ahh!"



I think Steve took some pleasure from the fact he was hurting her a little, and the fact she also wasn't stopping him. Slowly he started moving his hips up and down, all the time he moaned, gritted his teeth, panted, pulled hard on her hair, tightly gripped her tit, and licked his lips, lost in the ecstasy that Leigh's bum was giving him. Up and down he moved, then he lifted his big gut to look down and watch his cock withdrawing and then plunging back into Leigh's asshole. Up and down, moaning and grunting, and then releasing her tit and moving his hand up to cover her mouth, anticipating that she would grunt too loudly as he picked up the pace. He was right.



"Mfff! Mfff!MMMMMMFFF!" she exclaimed into his hand as Steve pistoned his cock quickly in and out of her bum.



"Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!...ohhh‑h‑h‑h...ohhhh! Fuckiiiiing Christ! Fuuuuck," he spat out, his cheeks quivering, his chest heaving as he fucked her. His hand slipped from Leigh's mouth.



She was lost in it too now. I could see her sweet face, twisting and scrunching, and she let loose with her obvious enjoyment,

"Ohhh...yes...y‑yes...yes...ahh...ohhh...fuck, fuck, fuck...ohhh, ohhhh...o‑h‑h‑h!"



Suddenly Steve threw his head back. His entire body shook and he let out a strangled moan as he came, his hips jerking wildly, his cock pounding again and again into my girlfriend's bum as he emptied himself into her bowels. I swear he nearly cried with the intense pleasure flooding him. His orgasm went on and on as he grunted and shook and panted. The intensity having passed, he slowly came down from the dizzy heights of his incredible rapture.



That was it for me. I let myself cum and was struck with waves of pleasure as I bit my lip to stifle any moan as I shot my load into my pants. Once again I had gotten off watching my girlfriend being fucked by the fat, fifty‑five‑year‑old friend of her *******, and I had reveled in every sordid second of it.



Leigh had not come, she never did when fucked in the ass, but she had certainly enjoyed the ride. Her head slumped to the carpet as she tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving. Gradually Steve came to, and with much effort he lifted his fat frame from my girlfriend's back, and then slowly withdrew his cock from her ravaged asshole. I saw it twitch as it left her bum, dripping the last of its load onto her cheeks. Steve moved slowly to the side off Leigh, who was still on her stomach, but now moving to pull her skirt down. Both were panting.



"That was fucking fantastic, Leigh."



"My ass is killing me," was her only reply.



Leigh finally sat up, groggy and disheveled and pulled her top back down over her beautiful tits. Reaching for her crumbled panties, she shook her head and slid her feet through the holes, then slid them up her thighs. I took this opportunity to slide my hand from my pants and resume my passed out façade.



Leigh and Steve were both silent as they redressed themselves, but there was no negative tension, just two ***** people who had experienced a great fuck and were reveling in the aftermath of the event.



Steve rubbed his face and moved toward his couch. Leigh looked to me, then moved to slowly mount the couch to press her freshly fucked body against me. My cock stirred as her sweet cheeks pressed into my groin. Steve laid himself down, and sighed happily. And, sickly, I was just as happy.



While Steve may have thought he achieved what he set out to do, it was in fact me that let this happen. I was the main facilitator of this dirty little affair. I was the one that let it happen. And... I wanted it to happen again.



To be continued...

By now I was sure I had a problem.



Not only was my already high sex drive even higher due to the perversion that had entered my life, a perversion that has happily resulted in me fucking Leigh even more than unusual, but alone, I also found myself jerking off frequently over what I had recently witnessed.



My obsession was seriously becoming a worry for me. One evening while alone, the realization struck me... this can only get worse; worse for me, worse for my relationship with Leigh, and worse for Leigh herself, who was turning into a perverted‑sex loving little whore. The only person it could get better for was Steve. It had to stop! Right now! I grabbed my car keys and shot out of the door.



As I tore through the darkening streets towards Leigh's place, my resolve strengthened. I felt good, like a darkness had been lifted from me. We didn't have plans to hook up tonight (I was having a boy's night), but girls love a surprise visit, especially when done at the cost of seeing the boys. Sure, this sordid little fuck‑fest was great while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end. And with something this fucked up, the sooner the better, before it became too destructive and addictive.



Pulling onto Leigh's street, I felt a renewed rush of love for her. She wouldn't know why I would be all gushed‑up tonight (obviously I couldn't tell her), but a girl doesn't need a reason when her boyfriend is pouring all over them with love and romance.



Then I spotted Steve's car. That wouldn't be so unusual on a Friday night, except for that fact that I knew that Greg, Leigh's ******, was away this weekend!



My heart raced. As hard as it was too admit, my new resolution instantly crumbled before the thrill of imagining Steve stuffing his old fat cock up Leigh's young tight cunt. This thought of his cock pushing into her made my own cock hard.



Slowly I pulled away from Leigh's house and parked a few streets away to remove the risk of my car being spotted. My adrenaline kept surging through me as I envisioned what may be happening back at the house. I rounded her corner and quickened my pace until I was but two houses away; the whole time my mind raced and my mouth was full of that tinny taste of adrenaline.



Thanking the darkness for my concealment, I was able to move hidden across the length of the front lawn via the surrounding fence to arrive at the sidewall of the house. I was close to the window that peers into the lounge where just last week Steve fucked my girlfriend in the ass.



Slowing my steps as I closed on the window, I made sure to stay well below it. Upon reaching the wall under the window's lowest edge I waited for a few seconds, then, not hearing anything, I cautiously lifted my head slightly.



Peering in, I saw a balding head. It was Steve sitting on the couch closest to me. Excellent! This was a good angle, giving me a clear view of the entire lounge. Steve was having a beer, and had that conspiring look in his eye. I knew that look by now. Then I was struck by a thought, 'Was this whole fucking thing planned?' Come to think of it, Leigh was unusually acquiescent to my news that I was having a boy's night and the fact that Greg was away made the notion of coincidence not even worth considering.



Then Leigh entered the room.



I don't know if it was by Steve's request or if she just hadn't changed, but she was still in her school uniform. She had removed her saddle shoes, and one of the knee‑high socks that accentuate her olive skinned legs had fallen to bunch loosely about her ankle. Her plaid skirt, verging on too short, flared about her smooth thighs. Her white blouse, jutting at the tits, was untucked and three buttons shy of being done up. Fucking little tease!



She was wearing her chestnut hair out, its full, rich lengths cascading either side of her lithe shoulders, and she had applied just enough makeup to both bring her already beautiful skin alive and to darken her eyelashes to lend her a smoky, sultry look. It would be hard not to knock at the door right now, concocting some excuse that the boy's night was canceled and stop all this so I could fuck her... but again my sickness came to the fore, making me take the choice of having someone else fuck my girlfriend instead of me!



Leigh moved across the room, with Steve watching her the whole time with unconcealed lust in his eyes. But she didn't approach him. Instead, she plunked herself on the carpet before the opposite couch and cocked her head at Steve, who was trying to peek up her skirt.



"You didn't get yourself another beer? Were the previous four and that joint enough, huh...?" Steve probed.



'How long had they been here? Had I missed it?' I thought lamentably. But then noting that Leigh and Steve were both dressed, I dismissed the thought.



Leigh nervously bit her lip, looked about, and then returned her gaze to Steve. "I... Steve... the other times were fine. I was *****, it was stupid, but now... this is planned. I, I just don't think I can do that other thing you."



"But all through the week on the phone... we talked of this, remember? Several times you said that you would, and tonight I have arranged it," he reasoned.



They had been speaking on the fucking phone!



"I, I was stoned, and had gotten into Dad's bar. I, I... well, y'know..." she said in a sweet soft voice while looking down at the carpet. Everything she did was delicious.



"Leigh, your Dad's away... and your boyfriend is out for the night. Like you said to me, he's probably out to pick up..."



"I didn't mean that! I was just ***** and shitty with him for wanting a boy's night instead of spending the night with me," she replied, wrinkling her brow with a cute little frown.



"You were shitty until I suggested tonight. Then you got all sexy on the phone... remember? Remember me talking to you, talking until you came hard into the receiver? Hmmm?"



She couldn't repress a wicked smile at that. Then Steve smiled, probably more relieved that things had taken an upswing, and that plans he had made, whatever they may have been, were in less jeopardy.



Standing, Steve made his way over to where she sat on the carpet, reached down and picked her up gently by the elbows. They were standing really close now, and she stumbled slightly as Steve let go of her, the beer and joint having taken their effect.



Steve smiled knowingly. Then his eyes went flat. The close proximity to her fine teen form had an instant effect upon him.



She arched her back away from him and turned her head to the side, but this only opened up her neck to him. He sped his mouth to the nape of her neck while taking both of her lithe wrists behind her back in one hand as he ran the other slowly up the softness of her thigh. He wasn't fucking around tonight! Her eyes remained open as he eagerly mouthed and tongued the soft skin of her neck. She gave a little resistance, but not nearly enough to break free.



This went on for some long moments before Steve, taken by the ****** aroused within him, spun her quickly about so her back was to him, wrapped one arm about her to clasp her arms tight into her sides and placed the other under her neck to roughly turn her face to the side. He then thrust his eager tongue into her mouth while dry humping her young bum, which, I'm sure, was his favourite part of her.



Her skirt was scrunching up around her hips revealing glimpses of her white cotton panties as, knees slightly bent for leverage, he pumped repetitively up into her soft ass. His eyes were open, and had the look of a madman as he ravaged her.



Steve released her chin and her head sagged slowly forward. With his now free hand he reached around her chest to thrust his hand down her into her blouse and take hold of and roughly grope one of her ample tits. I watched in awe as his fingers moved within her top, squeezing then pinching a nipple then swapping to the other.



Steve was talking to her but I couldn't make out what he was saying due the approach of a car. I started to reach for my fly to free my rock‑hard cock as I waited for the car to pass so I could hear Steve's lecherous words, but it didn't pass... it slowed... then it pulled into the driveway!



I craned my neck back and spotted a white standard family sedan having its lights cut. The driver wasn't visible within the darkened cabin, but the door popped and then swung open. A man lifted himself with grunt from his vehicle. The best I could make of him was that he was about Steve's age, with a little more paunch and a lot more hair, though greying and worn to the side. He was wearing denim jeans and a sandy coloured shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves.



Pausing momentarily, he looked up at the house, exhaled, adjusted his crotch, placed his keys in his pocket and started his way toward the front door. He struck me as the office type, someone who had grown fat behind a desk.



The 'arrangement' Steve had made was thus revealed. The old bastard had invited a friend (surely very grateful friend) over so they could both hammer away at a young, nubile seventeen‑year‑old girl!



My heart was beating so fast I was sure it would be heard, and my cock leaked its first dribble of pre‑cum into my pants. I knew then I had been fooling myself about stopping this. I knew that when I had been thinking of stopping it, I was secretly hoping something would prevent me from doing so! That I was relieved that I would get to see it happen again thrilled me more than it worried me; surely it was meant to be the reverse! Is that fucked up or what?



I returned my attention to the living room as the doorbell rang. Leigh's head snapped toward the door, a decidedly unsure look now upon her gorgeous face. Steve smiled sardonically, and reluctantly pulled himself free of Leigh, licking his lips as he did so. She looked nervous as Steve made his way towards the door of the living room. He stopped short, probably half to make sure Leigh didn't run from the room, and shouted toward the front door, "Come on in, John!"



I shot a glance at Leigh. She was running her hands slowly down her cheeks as she swapped her worried glances between the living room doorway and the floor.



Smiling, Steve turned to her. "You want that ***** now, gorgeous?... Aw, c'mon. You're going to love this. You know you will." Then he added, "You even said you will... remember?"



I heard the heavy footsteps of this 'John' coming down the tiled hallway that led to the living room. Steve looked back at Leigh, then back at the approaching man, smiled and nodded. He then moved back into the living room as John's shadow grew in the doorway.



As John came into the doorway, Steve turned towards him. The man's eyes were instantly drawn to my gorgeous girlfriend's standing form. Steve smirked at John, whose deep‑set, somewhat beady eyes, were *****ing in Leigh's fine form. He swallowed and his mouth fell slowly open. The newcomer to this twisted little affair then exhaled audibly, looking her up and down with the eyes that most men ************* adopt when they catch sight of Leigh.



Steve, looking very pleased with himself, rubbed his chin as he shared John's view of Leigh. "Is she not everything I told you?"

John could only respond with a slow nod. Maybe he was convinced he was only dreaming this, and if not, he was certainly dreaming of what was about to happen.



"Leigh, honey, why don't you say hello to John."



Leigh looked like a stunned deer, standing there shifting on her white socked feet as she was ogled by the two fat men who were here to stuff their cocks into her every fuckhole.



Leigh didn't respond as requested. Instead she moved a step backward from the men. John, suddenly anxious, looked to Steve, who seeing his worry, took the initiative, walking toward her, his eyes locked with hers while speaking to John. "Don't worry, John, I just had my hand on her tits and my cock pressed into her sweet ass. She loves this little reluctant act, but... she loves stiff cock a whole lot more. Isn't that right, Leigh?"



At that, a reassured John rubbed the front of his pants, his eyes still locked on the fine teenage form before him as he swallowed again. How long it must have been since he had such a fine young thing... if ever.



Steve came to stand before the apprehensive looking Leigh. I wasn't sure if it really was an act; she looked genuinely concerned about the situation, but not enough to send her screaming from the room. She just stood there and let her arm be taken by Steve and then half dragged across the room toward the waiting John, who took a deep breath as she neared him.



"I, I don't think..." she stammered.



"You shouldn't be thinking," quickly interrupted Steve as he pulled her to be standing before the much larger John, whose eyes had gone flat. I don't think John even realized that he licked his lips, but I'm sure that she was taken aback by the primal look in his eyes.



She was standing between the two men, nervously fidgeting, until Steve moved slowly around behind her. "Leigh, this is going to happen," he stated as a matter of fact. "We talked all about this... remember? You are going to let us do all the things we want to do to you... You know you want us to. Otherwise... why would you have agreed to tonight? And... why aren't you trying to get away?"



Sardonically John smiled as Steve took Leigh by the elbows, pulling her arms back and in doing so, caused her tits to thrust out at John, stretching to the limit the white cotton of her school blouse.



Steve continued, "Why? Because you want our old cocks pushed up inside you... Don't you, honey? Yes, you do," he insisted, more to take control of the situation than to elicit any type of answer form my sweet little schoolgirl. "You love being the helpless little girl getting ******** by the lecherous dirty old men."



Leigh had her face turned to the side as Steve said, "Go ahead, John. Feel them. Feel her young tits. Go on."



John didn't need any more encouragement than that. He licked his lips again as his arms raised, his hands slightly clawed, his eyes trance‑like upon his target. Leigh's wide eyes followed the path of his hands as they neared her waiting, jutting boobs, her breathing becoming quicker. With an audible gasp, her head jerked back as John clamped his big hands heavily around her pert schoolgirl tits. John's eyes went flat and a sly smile came slowly to his parted lips as he now had his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Leigh's pliable boobs. But instead of fighting, she closed her eyes.



"You see, John... I told you."



John nodded slowly, then removed one hand to reach down and readjust his crotch again. His cock must have been raging from having these beautiful teen tits at his whim. Raging at the certain knowledge that this beautiful teen girl, seemingly willing, perhaps even eager, would allow two older guys to have their way with her gorgeous body. What an unbelievable situation it must have been for him.



A dark look came to John's eyes as he moved his free hand up stroke Leigh's face, then under her hair to travel around to the back of her neck as he took a step toward her. He half smiled and shook his head, as he looked her up and down. Then he leant in and eagerly thrust his tongue into her soft teenage mouth. I could see the sweat on his shifting brow as his jaw opened and closed as he roughly kissed her while Steve held her in place. I saw the outline of John's large tongue appear in one of her cheeks, then slip out of her mouth only to be quickly pushed back in to stretch it open again to continue kissing her. He was consuming her as his lust was consuming him.



My cock had found its way into my hand and was already pumping out its precum, making the experience of pulling it a delight. I yanked my dick hard, overawed by watching these lecherous old sobs having their way with my seventeen‑year‑old girlfriend in her school uniform.



Steve then spoke with a big fat grin on his face as Leigh's head jerked slightly under John's hard kissing. "John is usually such a boisterous, loud fellow. One, who, in ******* conversations between ourselves, talks about women just like just most other men do. But his tastes lean toward teenies... young cunts just like you. You should see his collection of Barely Legal and Seventeen mags and vids. The guy's fanatical, so you can imagine what a gift this is to him. That's why I chose to let him in on this!



"Sure, he looked a little taken aback upon entry, but that's only because he thought I was joking about this whole thing. He thought there was no way something like this, like you, could be true. But... he believes me now! Ha!"



Leigh pulled her head back, but John's tongue eagerly chased her mouth until he found it again and she let him resume kissing her.



"Hmmm! Mmmm!" groaned John into my girlfriend's full mouth. His apprehension had gone and the hand he had behind her head was now finding it way down to her other tit. As he found it he pulled his head back and stared Leigh in the eyes, never letting go of her thrust out boobs.



Catching his breath, he looked over Leigh's shoulder and said to Steve, "She is fucking delicious!"



Then, with a furrowed brow, he met Leigh's eyes and squeezing her tits said, "You are y'know... fucking delicious."



His expression darkened as he stared her in the eyes, "I see you lovely little teenage tarts in the malls and at the beach wiggling your peachy asses in your short skirts or showing off your young fine tits in bikinis, and, I have to tell you, it drives me fucking wild... and... and here I am... with a gorgeous example of a newly bloomed, ravishing teenage sex pot. Damn! I find it hard to believe."



Returning his gaze to Steve, he continued as he fondled my whimpering girlfriend through her school blouse. "Remember what we talked about last night when I still thought this whole thing was a big practical joke on your part? You know how I want to start this... what I want to do to her, don't you, Steve?"



"I remember," acknowledged Steve with a nod of his head.



"How will I ever repay you for this?"



"You can repay me by completely enjoying yourself... and by doing exactly what you said you wanted to do to one of these teen sluts. I'd like to see it, actually," replied Steve with a smirk.



Tightening his grip and pulling her elbows back until they were touching, Steve hissed, "Do you see what you bring out in men? Do you see the ******* we become? Sure, we're nice enough in the outside world, but... anytime when we encounter someone who looks like you; all we are imagining is how sweet your tight little cunt would feel wrapped around our cocks." Smiling evilly he added, "And now that we have you here, we can release all that we have to conceal from the world everyday."



These words prompted John to reluctantly release Leigh's tits, take her by the upper arm and march her toward the couch furthest from me. Her eyes darted about, unsure what was going to happen, when John promptly sat himself on the couch and looked up at Leigh through hard eyes.



"Lay across my lap, Leigh. I'm going to spank that sweet little ass of yours. I'll tell you now, it's going to hurt. You are going to take it and I am going to fucking love it!" he explained, reveling in the authoritarian role he had adopted.



Christ! Not even I had done that! I had no idea how she would take it, and obviously neither did she as she just stood there, that same unsure look on her face.



"Uhhh... I don't... hey!" she exclaimed as John grabbed her by the hand and roughly pulled her down. She put up a bit of a fight, but I did catch the hint of a smile, and John, despite his size, was actually having a hard time getting her into position. But I think he was enjoying the contact with her as much as Leigh was enjoying making him fight for the prize of her bare bum.



But then Steve was there. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them out in front of her, and then it was just a matter of John pulling her lithe form across his lap and she was in position. Her crotch was now directly over John's crotch, leaving the full roundness of her ass thrust up at him. He was staring at that lovely ass. I think a little in disbelief that he had a gorgeous seventeen‑year‑old's bum right there before him, but mere inches from his face, and that he was about to have his way with it.



She was still struggling, but the maliciously smiling Steve was kneeling beside the couch with her arms held out straight and tight and John had laid a firm hand on the small of her back to ensure she couldn't escape.

"No! I don't want to do this! I don't want to be spanked!" she pleaded.



Looking up and down her fine form, John paid no heed to her plea. Lust smoldered in his eyes as he stroked the backs of her calves, slowly moving up to her rounded thighs. His hand was destined for the rise of her round bum, now only barely covered by her short school skirt.



John inhaled sharply and some drool actually escaped his mouth as his hand slipped under her skirt to find the soft warmth of her offered up, helpless teeny bottom. With alarm written across her pretty face, she looked innocently back over her shoulder as John fondled her firm buns, reveling in the moment like it was his last on Earth. Frankly, I don't think he'd mind if it was.



"Ohhh, Jesus! Her bums feels as good as I imagined... Oh Christ... this is fantastic," said John to himself, I believe.

"Is her bum not exquisite?" leered Steve. "You should try having your cock up it, John. There really is nothing like it. Trust me," breathed Steve heavily. "Hmmm... That just may have to happen again. You'd like that, huh, baby?"



Leigh was straining to look back over her shoulders at John. Steve transferred one of her thin wrists so that he was now holding both in one hand. Twisting her wrists so that her upper torso twisted towards him, it allowed her to watch with relative ease as John had his way with her bottom. But giving her a better view wasn't Steve's real objective. Roughly he shoved his now free hand down the top of her blouse. However, Leigh's attention remained on John, watching her skirt being slowly pushed up over her bum, inch by inch.



Her panty‑clad, up thrust buns were then revealed for the first time to John. Their delightful olive‑skinned roundness was swelling her white cotton panties to full. Her panties had ridden up the cleft, probably from the wrestling with John. He was panting now, wearing a disturbing smile as he stared in wide‑eyed awe at the fullness of Leigh's teen ass, his to do with what he wished, and who now laid a hand on one of her sweet swelling cheeks. ************* he shook his head slowly side to side as he firmly kneaded that teeny bum cheek in his large, strong hand.



Meanwhile, Steve was having his own fun. Still holding her wrists, his other hand had reached down to the hem of her blouse to pull it up so it was crumpled around her shoulder, but still covering her tits. As much as Leigh was all nervous and apprehensive about letting two men in their fifties have their way with her, I was now convinced it was all an act. My belief was secured by how easily she let Steve yank her crumpled blouse over her head. Her big schoolgirl boobs were revealed and Steve was quick to return his hand to them.



Her beautiful, smooth tummy, with its olive, silk‑like skin now rested against John's thighs and he was stroking her smooth back with one hand while his other continued taking big handfuls of her bum. Then he promptly lifted one hand and brought it down with a loud crack onto her cheeks. Her head flew back, her tussled hair flying from her face to reveal her shocked, grimacing expression.



"Ow! Fuck!" she grunted. John smiled mockingly; he was enjoying inflicting pain onto her now reddening cheek.



Biting his lower lip, John raised his hand again, but Leigh stopped him by quickly moving her hands back to protect herself. But Steve was there again, taking her by the forearms and, with little effort, pulling her hands away to again reveal John's beautiful target.



"You little bitch! I said you would take it, didn't I?" John growled meancingly. He then reached out to take a handful of her thick hair and pulled her head back until her neck was straining and smacked his free hand hard down onto her panty covered bum with a resounding SLAP!



This time she grunted, and her hips jerked forward, thrusting her crotch into John's as she twisted held in Steve's grip. Steve was busy with her tits, one hand squeezing and groping while the other held her wrists firmly. I have to say that it excited me to watch her get spanked like the naughty slut she was being.



SMACK! The lounge echoed again with the sound of Leigh's punishment. "OH! AHHH! STOP IT!" she screamed, kicking her white‑socked feet. She was grimacing, both from the sting in her ass and from having her hair pulled so roughly, but she wasn't putting up any real fight.



Taking a pause from spanking her to greedily grope her bum, John looked to Steve with a serious expression, "We need to quiet her down... and I know just the thing," he explained with a gleam in his eye.



With one hand firmly on her back and the tip of his tongue slightly parting his lips, John slowly peeled Leigh's cotton panties down over her now flaming crimson cheeks. He exhaled, as her exquisite full bum was made bare before him. He even moved his head to the side to peek between her thighs, trying to catch a first glimpse of her cunt and asshole as he pulled her panties down over her thighs, along her calves and then off her white‑socked feet. With them now scrunched in his hand, he put them to his face and inhaled deeply.



"Mmmmm! The sweet smell of teen cunt! It's been so fucking long," he said, relishing in the gusset of her knickers. He pulled them away from his face. "Look," he said, holding them up for Steve's viewing "they're fucking wet!"



He pulled back on Leigh's hair, causing her to grunt, "Steve was right... you do love this! You love being ******** and treated like ****. Don't you?" She looked away, as much as she could with her head pulled back so far. "Time to quiet you down, girly," grumbled John.



Steve watched with dark fascination as John reached forward with her panties and began stuffing them into her mouth! Her initial surprise quickly passed as she grimaced and fought and tried to spit them out, but John persisted, jamming them in. Due to her head being pulled back, she couldn't quite close her mouth, and soon her cheeks were stuffed full with her own knickers, save one small section of waistband that dangled obscenely from her mouth. "Do not fucking spit them out! Do you hear me, bitch?!" barked John.

The look of gorgeous Leigh with her mouth stuffed full of her schoolgirl knickers combined with watching her struggle while two older men had their way with her boobs and bum was too much for me, and as much as I tried to hold back, I came, hard, to be lost in waves of indescribable pleasure. For some long moments I was lost in the dizzying heights of an amazing orgasm, leaving my mark all over the sidewall of the house.



When my vision returned, I looked through the window to see John's hand zipping down again. As it slapped hard onto my girlfriend's firm bare cheeks, she threw her head back, sending her long hair flying and her eyes went wide, barely cognizant of the sharp repetitive sounds drifting through the window, sounds of the cruel ass blistering she was receiving.



SMACK! Writhing under the assault she hollered through her panties, "MMMFF!" as tears streaked down her flushed cheeks. Her hands were now clenched into fists and the cords of her neck stood out. Her bare chest was heaving and she went to catch her breath, but exhaled sharply as John spanked her again.



"MHM! MMFF!" Giving another hip lunging reaction accompanied by a throaty grunt, Leigh bucked helplessly as the harsh spanking continued. Three more hard slaps and she was a sobbing uncontrollably. John paused, looking down over her gorgeous, submissive form with a satisfied smile while stroking her flaming red bum cheeks.



"Shhh... It's all over now," he said soothingly while smiling sardonically.



John looked to Steve who was flushed from watching her gorgeous little face twisted up in pain as her incredible ass was turned crimson. "Christ, that was a fucking turn on to watch," remarked Steve breathlessly. "Why do pretty girls look even sexier when in a little pain?" he asked rhetorically.



"That was fucking incredible. My cock is aching, Steve!" announced John as he continued to run his hands over the recovering Leigh, whose hair had been released allowing her face to lower slowly into the softness of the sofa. "Fuck! I need relief," said John. "But first... first I have to see how much she enjoyed that." I watched his hand disappear between down between her ripe hemispheres toward her concealed schoolgirl cunt.



Leigh locked her thighs together, resulting in John have to push to get to his prize. "Leigh! Mph!" he grunted, "What are you hiding? Hmmm? Don't want to show us...mmph! ...that...mmph... you loved being spanked, huh?" he growled as he struggled to get his hand down there.



"Give me a hand, Steve! I need to feel that pussy of hers."



Steve complied and quickly shuffled down to kneel before the couch near Leigh's legs. He was blocking my view slightly, but only of her calves. He placed a hand on each knee and, with a little grimace, started to pry her soft teeny thighs apart. John's expression changed as I saw his hand dip further down.

"Ohh... Ohhh fuck yeah... that's it... I've got my hand on her cunt!" Smiling he snidely added, "Steve, it's fucking wet like you wouldn't believe!"



With tears still streaking her face, Leigh was looking over her shoulder at the two men now focused on her engorged pussy. Then, under John's continued ministrations, she turned her face forward and her eyelids drooped and her jaw shuddered. She was loving it!



Steve fumbled with the back of Leigh's plaid skirt that was still gathered up around her waist. With a yank, he pulled it up her body and over her head. But for her white socks, she was now stripped completely nude.



John leaned in close to Leigh's ear and, now finger fucking her, growled, "That's a tight little cunt you have. Isn't it, girlie? Your boyfriend's a lucky man." Indeed I was.



I watched Steve pull her closest leg down off the couch so that her legs were now spread and reach forward to rub her still reddened ass. The room was silent aside from Leigh panting through her knickers and the groans and grunts of the two men who had subjugated my girlfriend. The two old fat men were now seemingly able to do anything they wanted to her young body.



John was leaning to his side to get as close a look as possible as he slid his finger in and out of my girlfriend's cunt. Meanwhile Steve's hand slid over her bum and down into the crack of her ass.



I saw her taking laboured breaths through her panties as John's fat fingers ******** her cunt. Then her eyes sprung open. With a jerk, she looked over her shoulder back towards her bum... Steve was pushing his middle finger into her asshole.



She grimaced and grunted through her panties as he jammed the full length of his finger into her bum. But all she did was lie there and let it happen, lie there and let two fifty‑odd year old men do what they wished with her young pussy and ass. Lie there and be both dominated and worshipped simultaneously. Lie there without the knowledge that her boyfriend was just outside the window watching the whole obscene event... for the third time.



"I gonna cum in my fucking pants if I don't get up her soon!" John was turning out to be a real charmer. "C'mon, slut," he said to Leigh, pulling his wet fingers from her cunt as his other arm slid under her lithe tummy to lift her backward off his lap.



But Steve kept, what I could see now, were three fingers up her bum. His hand prevented her from sitting fully back on her haunches so she was ****** to assume a half doggy position with her round ass sticking out, perfect for Steve's working hand.



She looked back at Steve, panties still stuffed in her mouth, and then stuck her ass out even more in a very tantalizing fashion. This had an obvious affect on him. Licking his lips, he returned his gaze to watch his three fingers piston away at her pink bum hole. She returned her attention to John, placing her hands on her knees for balance as Steve did what he wanted with her bum.



John was sitting back on the couch, smelling and tasting his fingers, taking a few seconds to ***** in the incredible situation he found himself in. His hard cock was obvious in his pants, and he'd leaked so much precum that it had actually wet through to the denim of his jeans.



Locking eyes with Leigh, John brusquely ordered, "Take my cock out, slut and suck it!" Reaching forward, he shoved his fingers into Leigh's mouth and slowly extracted her saliva‑covered panties. "C'mon bitch, suck my goddamned cock!"

Her initial act was over now, and she lowered her sultry brown eyes to John's crotch. The mere sight of her doing this, having a teenage beauty like Leigh focus her attention on his crotch, and the delicious anticipation that accompanied it sent a visible thrill through John, who realized he was about to have his cock slide between those gorgeous lips.



Leigh's hand reached forward, and John inhaled to lift his fat gut from his waistline to give her access. Her fingers worked away at his belt as I spotted Steve withdraw his fingers from Leigh's bum and place both hands under her thighs to lift her ass higher into the air so that she was now in a full doggie position, allowing her very wet, pink pussy to peak out from between her slightly parted thighs.



Leigh succeeded in undoing John's button and was about to start on his fly, when Steve craned his neck forward and pushed his face into Leigh's out thrust cunt. She moaned audibly and her head dropped forward as Steve started lapping away at her willing pussy like a man possessed... which he was. Her frame jerked forward and back with each full hard lick that ran up her cleft. Though the cunt licking made it hard for her to concentrate, John's fly had now come all the way down.



Again, I don't think John realized that he let a stream of drool escape his lips as he watched Leigh, eager for his cock, push her hand down into the top of his underwear. He struggled to keep his eyes open as she took hold of his dick in his pants and pulled his underpants down with her other hand to watch his average sized dick spring free. John ran his hands down his face as he looked at his precum oozing dick wrapped in Leigh's soft warm hand.



Leigh then started slowly masturbating him, sliding her hand up and down his engorged, glistening prick. He craned his head back, eyes closed, but then must have decided he wanted to see this and moved his head forward again to watch this amazing thing... a beautiful teenage girl jerking him off. His grunts and groans were now audible amongst his heavy, gravelly breathing and Leigh smiled slyly... she was the one in control here.



After finishing one long lick that traveled up between the lips of Leigh's pussy, up over her pink little anus to leave the top of her bum, Steve noticed that Leigh was pulling (the very appreciative) John's cock. He stopped for a few seconds to watch John's enjoyment, obviously heightening his own. It took but a mere few seconds before Steve was not able to restrain himself any longer. Sitting back, Steve put his hands to his burgeoning pants where he started on his fly.



Leigh was now jerking John's dick with enthusiasm, smiling her sexy little smile at him. He struggled to reciprocate her smile, due to his face twitching in spasms of pleasure.



"Stop! Stop!" insisted John suddenly, "I can't hold it any fucking longer!" As he spoke the words his hand sped to stop Leigh's. He succeeded in stopping before blowing his load and took a few deep breaths to recover. Leigh giggled and then looked back to see Steve's fat dick just coming free of his pants. She smiled again and arched her back to offer her sweet round bum up to him.



Steve's eyes once more locked on Leigh's cunt and beautiful teen bum, knowing that he was once again about to experience the amazing pleasure found within. Leigh watched him shuffle up between her spread white socked feet on his knees and point his fat dick towards her waiting holes. But her head was suddenly turned by John's hand; he must have regained himself and was ready for more. With an *********** look in his eyes, I saw John's big hand slide around the back of Leigh's head, grab a fistful of her tussled brown hair and pull her head down toward his quivering dick. She didn't resist and, as her face lowered, she opened her sweet full lips and I watched as John's cock passed between them.



"Oohhhhh! F‑fuck!" he exclaimed as he had his first experience of Leigh's soft, wet mouth. "Oh‑hhh‑hhohhh! You sweet little cunt!" he moaned and he pushed her head down so that her mouth was now overfull with cock. Pushing her down further, she gagged a little, but he was so lost in the delicious feelings running through him from Leigh's mouth and tongue that he seemed to have lost all regard for her.



"Mnh! Mnff! MFFF!!" she exclaimed as she ****** and spluttered on John's cock, which he now began fucking up into her throat with determined thrusts.



"Ohh, fuck! Fffuuuuck!" he cried.



Suddenly her body jerked, and she exclaimed loudly, well, as loud as she could with her mouth stuffed with a cock. I then saw why. Steve was pushing his cock into her bum! Confirming that he was indeed an ass man (and Leigh's shapely ass is second to none), I watched as her anus yielded to Steve's fat prick as he eagerly pushed forward, seeking the tightness and warmth within.



Leigh's fingers dug into the lounge and her body trembled and jerked as her teeny bum once again struggled to take the full thick length of Steve's driving cock. With John ******* her head to remain in one place as he ******** face‑fucked her, and with Steve's big dick ****** all the way up her schoolgirl bum, I pulled on my cock like a man possessed. This was an amazing sight watching my seventeen‑year‑old dream girl being ravaged by her ******* best friend and a fifty‑year‑old stranger.



Steve started thrusting, hard jerking thrusts that shook Leigh's lithe body. Her tits swayed back and forth and her knees shifted as she struggled to maintain balance. "MFF! MFF! MMFF! MFF! MMMFF!" she repeated over and over as her face and ass were fucked simultaneously.



The two men were grunting and swearing at her between ragged breaths. "Little teasing cunt!" "Suck that cock!", "Slut tramp!" and "cheating little bitch!" were among the few harsh words I could make out. Steve and John were really getting into her, putting it to her, driving their cocks as far up into her as possible, drawing as much pleasure from her fuckholes as possible. I even saw Steve look over at John and smile wickedly; John, a knowing glint in his half closed, beady eyes, nodded.



Leigh's ass cheeks rippled as Steve, his mouth dropping open as he experienced the ecstasy that Leigh's body was giving him, pumped into her, his brow glossy with sweat. John was holding Leigh's head still with his large hands and jerking his cock up into her mouth, which was dribbling a mixture of saliva and precum down over her chin and onto his balls. His face was reddened and his body shook as the thrills shot from his cock right through him. His breathing and grunting picked up and his brow furrowed as he glared down at the back of Leigh's head with the look of a wild ******. "MN! MNH! Fuck yes! You...little...teenage...cunt... HnnnmmnaaaaHHH!" he exclaimed as he roughly pulled Leigh's head up.



Her mouth popped off his cock, which he grabbed just before he climaxed, bucking his hips as his cum shot up at her screwed up face.



"OHHHH! F‑F‑F‑FUUUUCK!" he hollered as the first jet hit her square in the eye, but he held her jolting head in place and another load went up her nose, all over her cheeks and stuck to her lips. The third lot doused her hair, instantly matting it. As he came his whole frame shook, his face trembled and saliva flew from between his gritted teeth.



With the subsiding of his orgasm, his grip of Leigh's head loosened and she slowly, dizzily lifted her cum painted face. But there was no word of complaint and she licked and wiped John's semen from her eyes and smooth cheeks while her body rocked from Steve's continued fucking of her ass. Steve had slowed while John came, but he now was picking up the pace again.



John, basking in his post‑cum haze, was lazily kissing Leigh now and fondling her tits while Steve, his breathing picking up, gave her long hard thrusts. It was his turn, his turn to cum.



Steve slapped Leigh's ass hard once, then took her by the hips and I watched, close to coming myself, as his dick slid in and out of her young bum. His eyes twitched and his body trembled slightly as his shortened breath grew faster.



John was kissing Leigh hard now, and his cock had started growing again already! I suppose that fucking delicious forbidden fruit will have that affect on a man. He was heavily groping her tits as I heard a yell. I looked to Steve to see him enter the throes of his climax.



His teeth gritted and cords stood out from his neck, the overwhelming pleasure that shot through him from Leigh's tight asshole now rendering him speechless. It sounded like he was ******* as he blew his cum into her bowels.

Leigh moaned muffled grunts into John's mouth, who was squeezing her tits as her body rocked under Steve's wilting thrusts. Spent, Steve's head dropped forward to rest on Leigh's sweating back, where he kissed and licked her smooth skin while slowly pulling back his hips to withdraw his long, fat dick from her ravaged asshole. It exited her bum with a pop and still half hard, it leaked the remains of his juice onto the couch cushion.



That was it, I let loose again, my second load of cum joining the first lot as my orgasm took hold of me, sending me into the dizzying heights of the greatest pleasure people can experience. Now that the event was over (but not yet finished, I think), I realized how much my fucking knees were hurting and I shifted slowly to ease the pain. From my new position I looked through the window again.



Pulling back from kissing her, but still kneading her tits, John smiled slyly at Steve, who had lifted his head slightly, his red face sweating.



Steve, naked below the waist, then collapsed back into the couch and took to regaining his breath. My luscious Leigh, clad only in her white socks, lowered her head onto John's legs, but not before she had tugged John's pants down below his knees. Slowly, softly, she now lazily lapped away at his hairy balls and hardening cock while she stretched her legs out over Steve's. Steve in turn, took to rubbing her legs and bum and for some minutes, the three of them just sat there in a daze, relishing all that had just happened.



A few more minutes passed, then Leigh, suddenly taking on a sullen and pouting expression, lifted herself up with her arms. With obviously feigned indignation she whined, "You bastards have both had your fun! Now if you're finished, I..."



She was cut short as John roughly pushed her back down into the sofa. Simultaneously Steve's hand shot between her thighs, thighs that willingly parted, to find her receptive pussy. Groping her cunt Steve said brusquely, "Finished? We've only just started with you, my delicious little Leigh."



Under Steve's renewed assault, she slowly ground her hips into the sofa as she slightly lifted her head from John's lap. She was slack jawed as she turned her head so that the two men couldn't see her face. A revealing smile then spread across my girlfriend's pretty face, a sultry, sluttish smile that said it all.



Fuck the boy's night! Looks like I was staying here outside a window to see all that was going to happen. There goes my self‑imposed therapy!







To be continued .

I couldn't believe it... I had fallen a*****...



...and awoken to the sound of the neighbourhood birds chirping loudly in a tree above me. It was just before dawn, and as I gathered my thoughts it struck me where I was. Luckily it was dawn that woke me... not Steve, John or Leigh. I silently thanked her.



My cramped, reluctant limbs were like led as I ordered them to move as quickly and quietly as possible to see what, if anything, was going on inside. Slowly peering up over the lower ledge of the window I realized I had missed the second half of the show; the curtain had come down.



Leigh was nowhere to be seen and the tired looking Steve and John were in the final stages of dressing, laughing to each other as they made lecherous comments about the night's proceedings. Realizing that my world would soon be lit up, I quickly swiped away the smashed‑jellyfish looking globs of cum I had left on the wall and slunk away, disappointed I had missed the lurid finale.



I was simply knackered and had to get home to grab some kip before returning for the ****** camping trip I had promised Leigh I would go on... I didn't know how I'd fare. The simple act of walking to my car was near enough to break me. I popped the door, slumped into the driver's seat and turned the key; the engine roared to life. Cars never get tired, so I could rely on it to get me home. All I'd have to do was sit and turn the wheel at the appropriate times.



An hour into my much needed and very deep ***** I was awoken to the sound of my cell ringing. As expected, it was Leigh, the little cock slut who had just spent the night at the sexual whim of two men whose combined ages break a century. To maintain my innocence I asked why she sounded so tired. Her answer was a lame one... she just couldn't *****. I suppose it IS hard to ***** with two cocks pounding into your fuckholes. She asked if I could be around as soon as possible. Reluctantly I hauled my heavy limbs from the bed and proceeded to pack. It was well over an hour when I arrived back at Leigh's house on an unseasonably warm day.



Greg, her ******, had returned that morning. Looking fresh and chipper, he shook my hand and then promptly thrust a suitcase into it; the first of many I was to load into the mini van he had hired. The van itself it was already near full, the middle seats piled high, as they were the easiest to throw things onto. The very back seat was the only one free (even the front passenger seat was concealed under a mountain of fishing gear).



Then she walked out, possibly even more sexy when tired. Her lovely hair was disheveled (would there still be traces of cum in it?), her make‑up free face sooky and cute and her dress instantly cock hardening. All my delicious little Leigh had on was a loose fitting, flaring, short floral summer dress that accentuated her girlish charms, namely her jutting tits, pert round ass and lithe tanned legs. She chose to wear no shoes, but her olive skin made her feet look so lickable. Instantly my cock stirred. Even knowing what a slut she was, she still managed to look so innocent and vulnerable. Shame I couldn't get a quick load off into her receptive pussy, but she was certainly in for it when we arrived at the camping spot.



Then emerged from the house a thin, weedy man, aged in his mid forties and dressed in a style that his ****** would approve of (beige slacks and a sensible shirt). He had no chin to speak of, his eyes were weighed down by large bags, and his thinning hair was swiped across his scalp in a poor attempt to hide his baldness. His gait seemed a constant apology to all other men for never having done a day's exercise or hard work. "What a skinny little cunt," I snickered to myself as I watched this straw of a man make his way toward me, the edge of his mouth flickering in a nervous smile, his shaking, skeletal hand extended forth, just asking to be crushed by my youthful strength. I reserved my judgment however, and returned his grip with equal firmness. I'm not an asshole and he may just turn out to be a decent guy, maybe an hilarious guy, maybe the guy who saves my life were the van to crash...



And then he spoke. My bones jarred at the girlish tones emitted. "H‑hello there. I'm Terry. I'm new at Greg's work and to catch up on my responsibilities, I suggested to the boss that I spend the weekend together. The boss was pleased with my suggestion...not so sure Greg was though." Nice intro, dick.



Instantly, despite what the future may have held for us, I hated him. Rather I would die a painful death than live under the banner of being saved by Skeletor. I felt for poor fucking Greg having being lumped with this suck who had now ruined his weekend by having to work most of it away.



I nodded a quick greeting and returned to arranging the van, climbing in to secure the suitcases. Leigh approached and leaned in the side door in to hold up some gear while I moved some other stuff from under it. Though I was now in the rear seat of the van, through a gap I saw Terry catching a good eyeful of Leigh as she bent over, straining to push a few falling bags back in. "Christ, here we go again," I thought to myself as Terry scampered up beside Leigh like little puppy and giggled as he helped her. I saw her half smile, half grimace; she was thinking the same thing I was: "dweeb".



As Leigh pushed, I saw Terry stealing glances down her top, his ulterior motive thus revealed. I continued to stay as hidden as I could so geek‑boy could get aroused, because, of course, it aroused me. Leigh had now stepped up into the vehicle, while Terry had moved out of the van to be behind her. I saw him shoot a quick look in my direction, but couldn't see me looking at him through the pile of crap between us. He then looked back up toward Greg, who was turned the other way and intent on unwrapping some tangled fishing line. Feeling safe, Terry turned his attention back to Leigh ‑ well, her jutted out, barely concealed bum. With the speed of a rabbit, Terry bent forward and looked straight up Leigh's skirt! Instantly I saw his expression change to one of lust as his eyes went flat and mouth opened *************. Having scored a good look at my girlfriend's ass, he reluctantly tore his view away to stand erect, in more ways than one; his perving had also given me the beginnings of a hard on.



I emerged from the back of the van and helped with the rest of the packing, watching Terry trying his heart out to catch glances up Leigh's skirt and down her rather loose top. However, I did note that as soon as a cheerful‑as‑could‑be‑expected Greg emerged from the house, Terry's clandestine efforts at perving instantly desisted; being caught by your new workmate perving at his ******** would not be an ideal start to your working relationship, not make you real popular around the office. Greg announced that the van was packed and ready to go, though he also noted that his view from the rear view mirror was blocked. Dismissing it, he ordered everyone into the van.



With the very back seat the only option left, Terry slid in first (stating that he needed a window seat), then, like the gentlemen that Terry wasn't, I ushered Leigh in next (though she did throw me a dirty look for having ****** her to sit next to dweeb‑boy), and finally I clamoured in. The back seat, though small, sat the three of us in relative comfort, but our view through the front was completely obscured by the pile of camping crap. Greg apologized for not having the foresight to hire a larger van, and then muted our mock‑complaints by kicking over the engine and revving the **** out of the buzzbox ‑ we all laughed. Terry's girly giggle made me want to break his jaw, but I figured that might put a dampener on things. Why did I hate him so much, so quickly?



The first hour of the trek past quickly, with all manner of driving games, songs, jokes, etc., easing the discomfort that was beginning to set in. I could see that Terry had conveniently placed his hand on his leg closest to Leigh and then had moved it around his leg bit by bit, allowing himself inconspicuous contact with her soft lower thigh. I let him have his cheap thrill. I could hardly get upset over that after the last three episodes of having guys fuck my teeny princess while I furiously pulled myself.



By well into the second hour everyone had grown quiet. The trip was now a chore and we all just wanted it to end. Leigh then placed her head on my shoulder and snuggled into me in preparation to drift off. I took the opportunity to sniff her hair: it had been washed. The droning of the wheels on the road, the rocking of the car and the surrounding countryside that seemed to loop like a cartoon backdrop soon made my eyes heavy; I too was succumbing to the lack of *****. Soon my head lolled, came to rest softly against the window and I drifted off...



...I don't know what woke me, but that didn't matter so much as what I had awoken to. With my eyes having only half‑opened I could see Terry had angled his head and was trying to look down the top of Leigh's dress! Feeling a tingle in my balls, I pretended to ***** as I watched Terry lick his lips and swallow. A vein was throbbing in his temple and he moved his non‑existent jaw slightly as he ground his teeth. All this he did *************, as he reveled in his secret little perv. I wondered how long this had been going on for. I noted that he would sporadically glance up at either Leigh or I, but the great majority of the time was spent ******** in my gorgeous girlfriend's *****ing, vulnerable form. He was looking her up and down slowly, taking in every single details of her beautiful teenage body. Then I saw the hand that was on his leg move... slowly he shifted the hand up, while hooking his little finger around the hem of Leigh's soft skirt...



Taking a deep, slightly shuddering breath, he checked both of us then returned his attention to Leigh's lower thigh. He swallowed, ran his tongue quickly over his thin lips... and then he began to slide her skirt up, bit by bit, torturously slowly, achieving in revealing just a little more of her round, tanned thigh with every shift of his hand. As I felt my erection begin to push against my jeans, Terry stopped to gather himself, took a few deep breaths and then continued. Leigh's skirt began to crumple as Terry pushed it up toward the swelling of the top of her leg. He blinked slowly a few times, took another deep breath and ever so gently, ever so slowly, took the hem of her skirt more fully in his hand and moved it back... just enough to reveal the frilled legband of her flowery pink cotton panties.



I glanced at Terry's face... it was priceless. The fucking perv, taking advantage of my *****ing girlfriend, now gazed in a trance, disbelieving that he was feasting his eyes on her knickers and the flawless skin of her hips. Dweeb‑boy was gutsy... or desperate; her boyfriend was (supposedly) a***** next to her and her fucking ****** was driving the car! Not content with what he had achieved, the quietly panting geek went for a little more. To be honest, I couldn't blame him...and, truly, what mortal man could stop himself in his position? I felt my balls churn as, following a quick glance to ensure we remained a*****, Terry slowly began to lift the hem that covered her crotch.

Quickly he sucked back a line of drool that threatened to escape his mouth and then bit his lip. Pulling back his breath, he laid his eyes upon Leigh's panty covered cunt. I swear he looked set to fucking cry with joy as he looked down upon the clearly discernable lips, nether lips that were pressed tight against the straining cotton of her girly panties.



I'm sure he was in disbelief at what he was seeing, this delicious teenage girl's cunt, right there, but a short distance from his reddening face! Somehow I figured it a fair guess that he'd not seen a cunt he hadn't paid to see in an age, and now here was a free viewing of the finest pussy he was ever lucky enough to cast an eye upon. I noticed his eyes were bulging and his brow had begun to sweat profusely. And then I noticed something else, his other hand moved... towards his cock. Slowly he began to rub the front of his pants.



Soon he was really getting into it, pulling strange fucking faces that accentuated his ugliness as he quickly stimulated his rock hard cock while staring my ******** Leigh's camel toe. Bolstered by either courage or lust (probably the latter), Terry, now (amazingly) unsatisfied with how far he had gotten, folded Leigh's skirt back on itself and removed his hand. The skirt stayed where it was. Then slowly, ever so slowly and gently, he moved his hand down toward the top of her panties!



Again he stopped to steady himself. Taking few deep breaths and squinting to push the sweat out of his eyes, his shaking hand moved that last half‑inch... to delicately take the top of her panties between his thumb and forefinger.

Still rubbing himself, Terry swallowed nervously, took another short respite to calm himself, and peering with the eyes of a hawk on his target, slowly, very, very slowly, pulled the top of Leigh's cotton panties forward. The geeky bastard then leaned slightly to the side to peer down the top. His eyes widened. He was looking at her cunt!



He swallowed, then swallowed again, and I'm sure he stopped breathing as his disbelieving eyes absorbed every detail of Leigh's pussy. This fucking geek must have had the hard on of a lifetime! Here he was with a stunning teenage girl whose skirt he had pulled up and panties he had pulled out to be now peeking with great delight at her beautiful little pussy.



I'm sure it was minutes that passed as Terry continued with eyes agog to appreciate the sight before him. As he peered down the top of Leigh's panties, he continued to rub himself and his face twitched with both pleasure and the internal battle of whether to allow himself to cum in his pants or not.



Seeing that she had not stirred even in the slightest, Terry's confidence that she would (very hopefully) not wake seemed to grow. How did I know this? Because of the fact that the fingers he was not using to hold Leigh's panties out had begun to softly stroke the downy wisps of her pussy hair.



His teeth clenched and unclenched and his lips quivered as he had his first contact with the soft, warm, yielding flesh of my girlfriend's cunt. He rubbed himself with great vigour, seeming to not care how he would have to deal with the cum in his pants once we alighted the vehicle. But honestly, would any man care? Loving nothing more than to blow a load myself, I returned my attention to Terry's eager but cautious fingers. They had stopped the stroking of her fine hair... and now rested against the soft skin above her lips. Obviously unable to restrain himself, despite the consequences, he took his thumb and forefinger from the top of her panties. Slowly, shakily, he pushed his hand down!



Then he did something else. Slowly twisting his body and legs away from us as much as possible, I saw him stop rubbing the outside of his pants only to push his hand down inside them! Blinking slowly, his mouth ************* opened as his hand found his cock. As I watched, the material of his pants began to rise and fall.



His breathing became shallow, sounding like a distant machine gun as it shuddered in then out. His whole frame shook slightly as he got away with this amazing stunt. I looked back down to see the hand that was invading my girlfriend's panties to begin to push slowly, gently down again. His jaw shuddered and his eyes blinked erratically. I looked down to find out why: his hand had disappeared so far down Leigh's knickers that his fingers would be touching her sweet pussy lips!



With his body twisted away, the ugly cunt looked back down at his invading hand with pure lust across his face. He must have been just amazed at what he was doing! I saw the material of her knickers moving up and down slightly. He was playing with her clit!



The astounding gall of this prick, I thought, as I felt my balls set to explode! I saw his body jerk slightly and his chest shuddered as he wanked what would be a rock‑hard dick. This 45‑year‑old geek was sweating and licking his lips, blinking and shaking, his breath laboured, as he played with my girl's delightful teen pussy.



Then, amazingly, I heard her breathing change slightly and the muscles of her back shift against me. She was getting turned on, which means Terry's fingers were getting wet. Slowly, with careful, measured strokes, Terry fingered his new workmate's ******** ********* cunt. Her breathing changed again and she let out a short, quiet moan, and then shouldered into me as she moved slightly to shift her hips forward.



Stunned by this, Terry closed his eyes to regain some semblance of control and opened them to recommence his ********* of the seventeen‑year‑old girl beside him.



"How's things back there?" broke in Greg.



I'm sure that was the closest Terry had ever been to a heart attack! Finding his voice he shakily answered "Oh...oh...w‑were fine. The kids are asleep, and I'm not far off myself."



Yeah, right, "Not far off cumming in his pants as he fingers your ******** ********* cunt", I felt like adding.



Terry's face turned slowly back toward us. His face went white. Leigh had awoken to catch him with his hand inside her panties!



Instantly I could see his mind being assaulted by images of his shattered life; of Leigh yelling out to her Dad; of me and Greg punching the **** out of him; of him losing his job; of his life being destroyed. He was set frozen, mouth wide open, eyes pleading; so paralyzed he hadn't even removed the trespassing hand. Leigh just looked at him, but as she was facing away from me her expression was hidden. Terry looked set to burst into tears as he slowly mouthed the words, "I'm sorry. Please. Please don't say anything. Pleeeeaaassse."



The shamed, terrified Terry then slowly began to withdraw his hand from her between her thighs. He was just about out of her panties when his finger must have touched something that caused her to shiver and let slip an involuntary moan. They both stopped, the frozen, expressionless Terry unsure what to do. He looked at Leigh without expression...and still unsure, still silently questioning her, he slowly pushed his hand back down.

Leigh quickly shook her head, commanding him silently to stop, but her body had betrayed her. She quivered again and her back arched so very slightly. That was all this ugly little prick needed. A dark look came to his eyes and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.



But she wasn't giving up the pretension of not wanting this yet. With both hands she grasped Terry's thin, black haired wrist and attempted to pull his hand out her knickers. He resisted, and as a little show of effort crept into his lust filled expression, he pushed back down and I watched his fingers recommence working away inside her panties.



If she really wanted this to stop, she only had to yell out. Instead, her grip slackened on his wrist and now she just held onto his arm like a brace.



Terry was in fucking heaven, stunned that this little teen hottie was letting him feel her cunt. His eyes shifted between watching her gorgeous face scrunch up (as I knew it to do) and his hand between her soft teenage thighs. Leigh shifted slightly to move her hips forward in order to push her cunt his against his hand, and then laid her head back against me, totally giving herself up to Terry.



His face was pure bliss, he looked both ***** and wired and I knew he now didn't want this journey to end. With Leigh's capitulation, Terry's confidence quickly grew. He took his hand from within his pants and slowly undid his fly! I figured that he was bursting to cum, but this was just insane.



Leigh saw this and seemed to wake from her cloud of lust to stiffen. She too knew this was madness. Shaking her head vigorously, she waved her hands to signal "No!" But, how could a man such as Terry, presented with this situation, possibly acquiesce? The rational man had left Terry; the ****** had taken over.



Ignoring my girlfriend's pleas, Terry fumbled with his pants...and then it appeared, his throbbing, precum covered cock. It wasn't big by any means, and it was thin, but to call it small would be lying. Terry looked to Leigh, who had withdrawn from him as much as possible, and then shot a glance down at his cock and quickly back up at her again, hinting for her to do something, anything. Leigh had pulled her hands up to her chest, but with his other hand still down her pants stimulating her, he knew he still had a chance.



Reaching across, Terry took hold of Leigh's closest wrist, and firing a quick glance to me, began to pull her hand toward his quivering, glistening dick. I could feel her muscles flex as she resisted, but, bit by bit, he was winning the fight. Soon, though it was clenched into a fist, her hand, albeit the back of it, made it's first contact with his cock! Immediately he shuddered, probably more overwhelmed by the fact that this gorgeous teen was touching his dick than any sexual sensation he was experiencing.



With a grimace of effort he began rubbing her hand up and down the shaft while working away inside her panties to keep her level of stimulation high as possible as a guard against her stopping this whole thing. I felt her begin to relax again, then move in slight jerks and quivers... his fingers were doing their work. Then something else happened... she opened her hand.



Terry's jaw dropped and his eyes went flat as he watched her soft feminine hand slowly wrap around his turgid dick. He blinked, visibly shook, did all he could to repress a groan and then threw his head back as his workmate's teenage ******** began to slowly wank him. I watched with utter amazement, my own cock so painful, begging for what Terry was getting. My pants were full of precum, my lust barely containable.



Terry's head leaned forward again, his brow knitted tight, his jaw shaking, his eyes half closed as he reveled in the pleasure shooting through him from my girlfriend's slow pumping of his straining cock. I could see that he wouldn't last long, the build up to this moment having primed him till bursting point. But with his cock out of his pants, he would make a mess everywhere with no way of concealing what had happened. He must have been thinking the same thing, as I watched him lift a shaking arm. His hand moved toward Leigh and then took hold of the back of her head...



Leigh was beyond fighting now. Without the slightest resistance, she let her head be pulled down toward Terry's crotch. As she peeled away from me, I saw Terry's look of astonishment as he watched this unfold, watched this gorgeous teenage girl's mouth make its way toward his cock. And then it happened... she opened her mouth and allowed this ugly 45‑year‑old geek's cock to slide in between her soft, full lips. I nearly blew my load.



If Terry had any unknown heart problems, they would have surfaced there and then. I had never known a man's face could scrunch up so much, nor eyes roll so far back in a man's head as he experienced the sublime pleasure of my girlfriend's wet, willing mouth.



Poor Greg, the man was oblivious to the fact that in the back seat of the very car he was driving, his teenage ********'s mouth was stuffed full with the cock of his new work associate. For some reason the thought gave me an incredible thrill. I think the thrill was increased by the fact that I hated this guy, that he was such a cretin, such a weak little cunt; but despite all that, he had ******* my gorgeous teen girlfriend into sucking him off.



Terry had now taken a handful of Leigh's hair and was scrunching it hard as her head moved up and down over his crotch. His body trembled and he did all he could to stifle his groans, but they came, croaking out of his tightened throat. The prick still had his hand under the folded Leigh, still had his fingers doing whatever they were doing to her. But I think that action was more automatic than anything as he looked down at the back of Leigh's bobbing head, overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure his cock was finding buried in her talented sucking mouth.



I was amazed he had lasted so long, but my amazement was short lived. He swallowed endlessly, trying to hold back the groans. He shook and shifted, he blinked and his eyes rolled. And then, suddenly, his whole body jerked and he clenched his teeth as he pushed Leigh's head down, oblivious to her muffled protests. He was cumming, cumming hard, and I swear it was the toughest battle he'd ever known not to scream out in joy as he pumped his dick up into her teenage mouth and shot his geek cum down her throat. It must have been an age since he'd let such a load go as Leigh ****** slightly and let out a little cough.



"Everything okay back there?" sounded Greg from the front.



This interruption to his ecstasy ****** Terry to quickly come down from his mind‑blowing orgasm, but he was incapable of speech. Instead, he was saved by Leigh, who, while wiping her mouth, saved Terry with a sweet voice that belied her slutty ways, "Yes, Dad...I'm sure everyone's fine back here. But I need to stop for a *****."

Any wonder?

ma dure vie de prof


Mais qu'est ce qui m'a pris d'accepter ce poste de prof remplaçant dans ce lycée de jeunes filles!

Toutes ces petites lolitas qui vous jettent au visage leurs nichons bien formés de femmes enfants, leurs cuisses bien pleines, voir plus, comme la jeune Agnès Martinez à ma droite, assise à trois mètres de mon bureau, qui a cet instant même essaie de capter mon attention, et qui y arrive fort bien!!

Je suis souvent assis sur le coin de mon bureau, pour expliquer un devoir, une jambe pendante, ce qui fait ressortir encore plus le paquet que j'ai entre les jambes, est ce ma faute si la nature m'a doté d'un sexe imposant qui déforme ma braguette et fait se retourner les femmes dans la rue.

D'ailleurs, pas plus tard que la semaine dernière, une jeune femme arrive en face de moi sur le trottoir, les yeux fixés sur mon entre jambe avec un sourire en coin, une fois qu'elle m'a croisé je me retourne sur elle en même temps qu'elle le fait elle même! Une demi-heure plus tard sa petite culotte ornait mon tableau de bord tandis que les cuisses écartées sur le siège passager je me préparais à la pilonner

- NON ! Arrête tu es trop gros j'ai mal!

Mon gland crisse dans ses chairs qui ne ***t pas prêtes à recevoir mon engin.

- Trop tard! Faut savoir ce que tu veux! Concentre toi, tu vas mouiller et çà iras mieux

Quelques minutes plus tard c'est elle qui en redemande!

Mais revenons en à la petite perruche qui pourtant est bonne élève, m'aguiche, depuis un moment elle s'amuse assise bien au bord extérieur de *** siège, à balancer à intervalles réguliers *** genou vers le milieu de l'allée ce qui a pour effet de laisser voir la partie la plus étroite de sa culotte rose dont quelques poils châtains dépassent sur les cotés, elle me fixe avec un sourire narquois, comment voulez vous faire correctement un cours!

Mes phrases ***t hachées, je bafouille, les élèves se consultent et se demandent ce qui ne va pas!

- Tout va bien monsieur??

- Comment? Heuuu oui çà va excusez moi!

Heureusement je suis sauvé par la ***nerie qui met fin au cours, les jeunes filent vers la sortie comme des bombes!

- Mademoiselle Martinez veuillez rester s'il vous plaît, j'ai à vous parler ....la gamine rougit seulement l'espace d'un instant et reprend très vite une attitude provocante, nous voilà seuls dans la classe.

- Mademoiselle je ne supporte plus de voir votre fond de culotte, çà me gêne.

- Haaa! Çà vous gêne? Il fallait le dire! De toute façon çà me gêne aussi!

Et sans se démonter elle passe ses mains sous sa jupe à ma grande surprise je vois le bout de tissu rose descendre le long de ses jambes, et d'une main elle le lance sur mon bureau, je n'ai pas le temps de dire ouf qu'elle a déjà disparut!

Hébété je m'assieds à mon bureau, je contemple cette protection de chatte, justement exposée coté doublure en coton, un filet humide tout en longueur indique que la fente de sa jeune moule devait suinter d'excitation.

Comme un automate je m'empare de sa culotte et la porte à mes narines ......quelle merveilleuse odeur de femme ....putain, je bande!

Rapidement je défais ma fermeture pour en extraire difficilement ma queue raide... je me branle, le tissu plaqué sur le nez, tellement excité qu'en deux minutes j'ai atteins le point de non retour, je décharge à gros bouillons ....la seul chose qui me tombe sous la main pour recevoir ces flots de foutre et ne pas tout balancer sur le sol est la petite culotte: elle est rapidement trempée, je frotte mon gland à l'emplacement exact de sa chatte sur le slip

Soudain des pas ré***nent dans le couloir, j'ai à peine le temps de me réajuster que l'on frappe a ma porte....

- Entrez.....

- Heuuu, excusez moi pour tout à l'heure monsieur, je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris! Mais je voudrais récupérer ma culotte car si maman s'aperçois demain que je n'ai pas mise de culotte à laver je vais me faire tuer!!

- Ha! ...... c'est que ......hé bien .....

- Hé bien?? Elle est là je la vois! Je peux la reprendre??

- Boff, oui va y, après tout .....

- HAAAAA!! Mais qu'est ce c'est .....Elle est toute gluante! Vous avez déchargé dedans ma parole!!

- Chut, pas si fort, je vais t'expliquer...... et puis c'est ta faute après tout!j'ai beau être ton prof, je n'en reste pas moins un homme! à ***** de me montrer ton entre cuisse voilà ce qui arrive .....

- Oui, c'est vrai je reconnais que j'y suis allée un peu fort, bon pour la culotte je vais m'arranger ....rassurez vous çà reste entre nous!!

- Merci petite, bonsoir .....

Le lendemain matin, je suis à mon bureau une demi heure avant l'arrivée des élèves, de nouveau on frappe... C'est encore la petite Martinez......

- Excusez moi de vous déranger monsieur, mais maman voudrait vous rencontrer ... rassurez vous çà n'a pas de rapports avec ' çà' C'est pour me donner quelques cours ....

- HA, bon? pourtant tu suis à merveille! et, quand veut elle me voir??

- Si c'est possible, ce soir vers dix sept heures à la mai***.

- D'accord, j'y serais ......

Toute la journée ça cogite dans ma tête, et si? Et pourquoi? est ce que j'y vais? Et pourtant à l'heure dite je frappe au domicile de la petite Martinez et c'est elle-même qui m'ouvre

- Entrez! Maman n'est pas encore arrivée, je vais vous faire un café pour vous faire patienter, installez vous au salon.

En attendent mon café je tourne en rond dans le salon coquet, soudain, la jeune Agnès fait *** apparition ....vêtue simplement d'une serviette entrelacée sur ses seins, dont le bas cache à peine ses poils, un plateau dans les mains sur lequel ***t déposés les cafés fumants.

Elle me regarde avec ce petit sourire que je reconnais bien ...

- Excusez moi, je me suis préparée pour la douche en attendant que le café passe!

Elle pose le plateau sur la table basse, de fait, sa position en se relevant fait tomber la serviette au sol, elle se redresse entièrement nue à cinquante centimètres de moi .....

- Monsieur ...Georges ... je vous demande pardon pour mon attitude en classe

La voilà qui se met à sangloter... que faire? Je lui prends les épaules, la tenant éloignée de moi, car sa tenue fait monter en moi un début d'érection, ses sanglots s'accentuent, elle donne l'impression de pleurer à chaude larmes ... réel ou chiqué??

- Je suis une vilaine fille trop gâtée, ne m'en veuillez pas.... maman m'élève seule, et je profite de sa bonté

Agnès se colle à moi, la tête sur mon torse, les bras autour de ma taille, elle ne peu ignorer ma queue bandée qui s'est déployée dans mon boxer

- Allez, ressaisis toi, maman va arriver ...

- Maman n'arrive que dans une heure ... je vous ai menti un peu ....je voulais me retrouver seule avec vous avant *** arrivée ...vous devez être puissant ....à voir l'état de ma petite culotte... je veux la voir Georges, s'il te plaît ....