les histoires de chrislebo

He stood there, hands on hips, grinning at her, his cock beginning to twitch a little. She watched this. "Well, I have to admit, I am curious." You could tell by his cock he liked where this was going. She turned to me: "Maybe if we just give him his moment of glory, he'll let you go, and we'll go to bed. Please forgive me."

And with that, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top! His cock really started to come alive as she tossed it on the floor. It never ceased to amaze me how beautiful Kaki's breasts are -- how high and round and full, and when her nipples were engorged and pointing forward and just slightly out and up like this, well... Kyle wasn't the only one starting to get hard.

But of course, the attention was all on him. She sat there, watching, as he laid his rising and lengthening shaft in the palm of his hand, staring back at her. She cupped her tits in both hands and made a pouty porn face for a moment, then giggled.

We both watched, open-mouthed, for the next few seconds, as the ***** engorged his monster cock, until it finally stood proud at its length of just over 11 inches (he claimed, and I don't dispute), with a magnificent oversized helmet, and a thickness that was truly weapon-like and intimidating. His nuts were similarly outsized, a pair of limes in a shaved sac the size of a grapefruit.

Kaki just stared. "So, do I top your record?" he asked playfully.

She nodded. "Jesus Christ, that's a big cock."

"Told you."

She looked over at me. You could see the wheels turning.

"Can you imagine what it feels like?" he asked. She didn't answer. She was imagining, all right.

"Damn, now you got me all revved up and nowhere to go," he grinned, starting to grab his jams.

"Sorry. I guess you could always go take care of yourself."

"You probably want a closer look before I put it away."

"I don't think so."

But he was taking a step in her direction. She looked at me, smiling as if this was fun game we were both participating in. "Well, we're not married yet, right? So fine, a closer look."

She was now in a kneeling position on the couch, legs tucked under her, as he approached. He didn't stop until he was standing right in front of her. In this position, the massive head of his cock was just about at nose level for her. I was squirming, out of my mind with rage and hatred and jealousy. And yes, a little turned on.

"I'm not going to touch it," she said, looking up at him.

"Nobody said you were."

She stared at the monster penis in front of her face, clearly fascinated, and obviously turned on.

"I bet you get a lot of blow jobs," she guessed.

"You could say that."

"Girls are probably scared of the size but fascinated and want to see it in action, see if they can make you cum, see how much you can shoot."

"That's normally how it works. They just love to touch it. What can I say? I have a good life."

She was too curious to turn away this opportunity. I watched in horror as she took one petite index finger, capped with a long French nail, and brought it toward his crown. She made contact, tracing around the helmet for a moment. His cock jumped and danced at her touch.

"Another few seconds, then I'm going to bed," he lied.

She looked up at him, surprised to hear this. But instead of letting him go, she decided she wanted to do one other thing. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. He was so thick her finger tips couldn't meet her thumb. She looked up into his eyes again.

"I bet all the girls want to show you what a porn star they can be, and let you cum all over their faces and in their mouths."

"That's right."

"I bet you really wish I was going to be one of them right now."

"I do."

"Thhen they're probably too curious and turned on, and have to let you fuck them anyway."

"Usually."

I was watching this, rapt, unable to stop it, hoping she was finished with him.

"Well, it is a beautiful cock. You've got me there."

"So can I go now?" he teased. She was still holding his cock around the base, her mouth inches from his crown. She moved in closer. And let the point of her tongue reach out and flick at the head of his cock. His cock jumped again.

"You like that?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I bet you're really feeling like the alpha male right now, with my fiance down there, and me here."

"Kind of."

"I bet if you came in my mouth that would really complete the picture for you."

"It might."

Having done it once, she let her tongue make contact with his cock again. And then, in one quick, shocking motion, she engulfed his crown in her pretty mouth!

I couldn't believe this was happening! I wanted to look away. But of course, I didn't.

He groaned his approval, as she bobbed on the first couple inches of his cock for a moment, then pulled off, and began kissing, licking, wrapping her tongue around his shaft.

Victorious, he placed one hand softly on the back of my fiancée's head, holding it there. And she let him. One of her hands was stroking his shaft, the other playing with his huge nuts as he emoted about how good it felt.

"Oh, yeah, baby, suck my big cock," he enthused, glancing over at me, grinning. I writhed on the floor in agony. I might have killed him right now if I'd had a weapon. Instead, I watched him offer his to my girl's loving mouth, who was clearly not planning to stop any time soon.

It was an incredible sight, I had to admit. And she milked it for all that was worth. She kissed and licked and sucked on his huge cock for what seemed like an eternity, causing him to moan and groan in absolute ecstasy.

"I'm not going to let you cum in my mouth," she said between soft kisses to the underside of his shaft, just behind the crown. He was clearly getting close.

"Why, cause you want to see it?"

"No." she answered, running her tongue up and down the length of his cock, thinking about it. Then she changed her answer: "Well, yeah, I kind of do, actually..."

"Are you like those other girls... too curious to stop at a blow job, too turned on?" he managed to speak.

"Yeah, right. No. This is just me doing a crazy, tipsy, 'I'm not married yet,' freak show. Don't get any ideas."

Like it was all just casual fun between friends, nothing more than that. He chuckled, one hand still one her head, grabbing a clump of her hair now, and glancing over at me with a smile. We both knew this was practically as big, to his ego and mine, as if he was fucking her.

He pulled out of her mouth, her hands still on the base of his shaft and balls, his free hand now stroking the business end of his cock. Her mouth was closed, but she was smiling, and not looking away. Was she going to let him cum on her face?

The answer was yes. Suddenly, his cock went crazy. A MASSIVE rope of cum shot out of him, right over her head and onto the wall behind the couch.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed in release, adjusting his aim, so the next huge burst hit her on the cheek. Then he sprayed her pretty closed lips. Which she decided, to my ever-increasing shock, to open.

Loving life, he blasted more cum onto her outstretched tongue and deep into her mouth. She let him. He proceeded to shoot thick streams of cum deep into her mouth and all over her pretty face. She even let him re-insert his crown and clamped his lips around, it letting him pump his fluid right into her, and down her throat. She swallowed it all. He finally pulled out.

I stared in shock. Seeing another man's cum dripping off the beautiful lips of my angel, as she kissed his cock all over and painted it with her tongue, was the most electrifying and awful thing I've ever witnessed. She must have cleaned his cock with her tongue for ten minutes, patiently covering it from balls to crown, letting him scoop gobs of cum off her face with the head and then feed them to her eager little mouth.

Finally, she was done. "Yeah, I think you should let my man free now and go to bed." He pulled up his shorts, came over, bent down, cut the cords on my ankles, and then on my wrists. And without saying a word, retired to the guest bedroom. I got up on my knees, in shock, and reached behind my head to untie the bandanna, and remove the gag.

I stayed there in the living room for a long time, reeling from what had just happened. I considered leaving, right then and there, but this was my house! Kaki was in our bed, asleep, I assumed. My mind raced with what she had just said, and what I had seen. Rage, ***********, resignation, mixed with some weird excitement -- my emotions were all over the map. Mainly, I just felt the wrongness, the unfairness of life. Kaki had held me off sexually for out entire relationship -- we shared a bed, at times, but the most attention my dick ever received from her was a quick hand job during a heavy make out session.

Now here Kyle waltzes back into my life, and within hours of meeting him, she's giving his huge cock a tongue-bathing out of a porn movie, lets him empty his balls all over her pretty face and in her mouth, and was now talking with excitement about letting him put it where he really wanted to: which was twelve inches up inside of her. I could **** the fucking guy, but of course, I wasn't going to. I could call the police on him for zip-tying me, but that seemed equally as ridiculous and unlikely. Finally, I just curled up on the couch -- scene of the crime, I know, but I couldn't get into bed with her, not now.

It must've been four hours later when I awoke with a start to the feeling of a body pressed up against me. It was Kaki, in a tank top and panties, and her hand had found my penis -- which was already hard. I turned to see her beautiful face. Her eyes were wet with tears. "I am so sorry," she said. "I can't believe what I did. I was really *****... but it's no excuse. It was so wrong..."

I gazed back at her. She seemed sincere. Her lips were so full, so soft, so kissable, as they moved toward me. I let her kiss me, turned on by the way she was pleasuring me with her hand. My breathing started to increase. "You like that?" she asked between kisses. I nodded, closing my eyes. "Was it at least... a little exciting, watching? I mean, like a porno? I know some guys fantasize..." I didn't answer, but perhaps my eyes betrayed the truth -- that despite the outrage, my cock had been hard the entire time, and my eyes never left the sight of her giving Kyle that world-class blowjob.

I was really moaning now from her touch, approaching orgasm. "I want you to know," she continued... "That if he were to agree to it -- I would want you to be there. I mean, to watch... maybe be involved in some way..."

I couldn't believe it! She was still thinking of approaching him about this! And yet... the feeling from what she was doing was so incredible, that I was moaning now, so close to orgasm.

"You like the sound of that?" she asked, misinterpreting. She slowed her stroking to extend my pleasure. "Does watching us sound... kind of hot? It's okay, you can admit it... I won't tell. Would you like to watch Kyle fuck me, with that great big cock of his?" My mouth was open, but no sounds were coming. It was truly heaven mixed with hell. Every time I started to say no, to stop her, she said something else: "You like watching him shoot his cum all over my pretty face, baby? You like seeing my lips wrapped around that thick shaft, and swallowing his hot cum...?" I could tell an orgasm was imminent -- there was no turning back. It was like I was mute -- so she continued: "God, there was so much cum, and he shot it so powerfully from that huge, gorgeous cock..." At that moment, of all moments, I lost it. My erection -- so much smaller than his, almost ridiculously so - jerked its release all over her hand. She smiled, satisfied: "That's it baby, let it out... it's okay..."

She sat there for a moment kissing me, then grabbed a kleenex and cleaned herself off. She gave me one last meaningful kiss, then got up to go take a shower.

I hoped against hope that Kyle and Ryan would make their exit before she came out. They did have a flight to catch, I thought. But no, it turned out they had plenty of time to stay for breakfast. I was making coffee when Kyle swaggered in, wearing only shorts, again showing off his outrageous shredded torso. He offered me a hand to shake, with a ********** grin on his face. "No hard feelings?" he asked. I ignored him. "Too many ******..." he continued. "I guess you could take it as a compliment," he said -- "that you scored a babe so hot that I couldn't resist..."

"You guys talking about me?" Kaki was approaching now, looking both adorable and crazy-sexy in a cut-off t-shirt, boy shorts, and wedges.

"As a matter of fact, we were," Kyle said, turning toward her. "Good morning." Rather than awkward and embarrassed around him, Kaki came right to him for what I assumed would be at most a mini-hug and air-kiss, but instead he bent down to give her a friendly smooch on the lips, which she accepted easily.

"That's a fucking hot outfit," he admired, eyes looking up and down her body, practically causing her to blush. "God, look at those tits," he observed to Ryan, who was now joining us, also mad sexy in a bikini top and tight cutoffs.

"She does have quite a body," Ryan agreed, smiling.

Kyle to Kaki: "Ryan got a little jealous last night when I told her what happened."

This was the last thing Kaki expected to hear him say: she just stared at them in a kind of guilty surprise.

Ryan chuckled. "The guy's ego is so big he just can't keep his mouth shut. With every new score, I have to hear the play-by-play right away."

Kaki decided to ignore the comment, and proceeded to help me fix breakfast, as our "guests" sat at the kitchen table. But Kyle couldn't keep his big mouth shut: "Kaki, you did something with your tongue, when I was cumming in your mouth, that was just INSANE. Maybe you could teach Ryan ...?"

I picked up a plate to throw at him -- I might have done it, too, but Kaki grabbed my arm, and turned to him: "Listen, I understand you're real proud of yourself about our little ******* silliness last night, but I have something serious I want to talk to you about."

Oh no, she was going to bring this up now? "Kaki -- " I tried to stop her.

"No, it's just to see if it's even a possibility," she said to me, then turned back to them: "The two of us have this little.... fertility problem. We want to have a baby together, but we can't make it happen together ..."

"Go on..." Kyle smiled, liking where this was going. Kaki was embarrassed, but she was also bold:

"I only want to get pregnant the natural way, but it might be hard unless the donor was somebody... well, someone with a high sperm count, who can provide a lot of it, and can really... get it up in there, if you know what I mean."

Kyle just turned to Ryan, dumbfounded. They both were. Then Kyle turned back to Kaki: "Honey, you know I'd be happy to fill you up with my cock and my cum, and I know you feel the same. We really don't need an excuse - "

"Shut up," Kaki cut him off. "I'm about two seconds away from saying forget it." That silenced him. "We're looking for someone, and I just thought, if it was a guy we knew, who fit the requirements that we'd want..."

Ryan's eyes were on me. "And he's okay with this?"

Before I could answer, Kaki did for me: "We have a lot to talk over, before we would go through with it. I'm just putting it out there. We'd do all the paperwork and everything -- so you'd have no responsibilities."

"Okay. Well, I'm going to have to think about it," Kyle said, serious now.

"Of course."

"And I'm sorry about all the comments. I can be a jerk sometimes."

"No problem."

As they left, he again approached me to shake hands. I wanted them out of there so badly that I shook, just to get him out. There was a glimmer in his eye as he squeezed my hand in his much bigger one, just a touch too hard to be comfortable. And they left.

I was hoping this would be the end of it -- that he could never to agree to such a thing, no matter how tempted the thought of a freebie with Kaki might be. And if not, maybe I'd talk Kaki out of it. There was no way this was actually going to happen.

But as soon as they were gone, Kaki turned to me: "Look, I know this is probably uncomfortable, weird, humiliating. I get it." I just looked at her. She truly had no idea. "And I want you to know, if they agree to it, you can have a free pass, too -- your choice. Maybe with Ryan, if she's game."

Me and Ryan? Excuse me? An exciting idea, but not quite consolation for what she was proposing. Plus I doubted Ryan would agree.

Kaki continued: "The thing is, I want to get married. I want to have a baby. I want to be with you forever - I don't anyone else. But I want to do this. This feels right to me. I know he's kind of an arrogant asshole, but... I mean, he's probably the best chance we've got, right?"

"Do you really realize what you're asking?"

"I am. I want this. I want to be pregnant. And this is how I want to make it happen. What I also want, more than anything else, is for you to agree to it. So it will be our baby. Otherwise..." She trailed off. What was she saying? That this was going to happen with or without me? I realized now just how much a priority a baby had been to her. Whenever we discussed marriage, pregnancy was always the first thing she would talk about.

I know what you're thinking. I should've left. All I can say in my defense is that you never saw Kaki. She was so screamingly hot, so incredibly out of my normal league, yet she had chosen me, for some reason. I was so completely infatuated with her, and the thought of giving her up, believe it or not, was actually worse - on examination - than what she was proposing. At least, it seemed even worse, at the time. And I did believe her when she said she would be mine forever after this. I did think she loved me, and that this was about her getting pregnant, and that was it.

And even if there was some real lust that she wasn't copping to for this guy, could I really judge her for that? I had lust for other people, includiig his date! And she'd slept with other guys before me. The only issue was my ego, which didn't want to be bested in this way -- especially by Kyle.

We didn't have to wait long for his answer. It was a yes. He called her to tell her the good news. And, she informed me with excitement, Ryan wanted to be a part of it -- and would be willing to "entertain" me as needed during a coming weekend when they would come and stay with us.

So this was really going to happen. Maybe with or without my approval -- or involvement. Kaki's baby doll eyes gazed into mine as I took this in: "I want you to be part of this, to be okay with it. Please don't say no. I love you so much. Don't make me have to make a hard choice I don't want to make."

She knew I was in hell thinking about this. So later that day, she offered me one other consolation -- she wanted me to fuck her before he did. Might sound like not much of a consolation to you, but I'd waited months for this day, and thought I'd have to wait months more -- until our wedding night. As I considered this, I figured, I could still always back out of the deal after doing it, and at least I would've fucked her -- and before Kyle.

But wouldn't you know it? I couldn't get it up and keep it up. Thoughts of Kyle kept entering my head -- his huge outrageous cock, what she'd done, and what she was going to let him do... We tried everything, including her goading me again with talk about her and Kyle, thinking it had done the trick before -- that I was secretly excited by the thought of them together. "I bet you can't wait to see Kyle fuck me and make me cum, with his big cock so deep inside of me..." she cooed between kisses, her hand on my semi-hard penis. But this time, the talk only made it worse. It didn't help.

We had one last chance, the night before they were to arrive. I psyched myself up. She did an incredibly hot pole dance at a club for me, then we came home and she used her mouth on me, for the first time ever. But all I could think about was where that mouth had been before... on that enormous pole that made mine look like it should have training wheels. I went soft again, feeling totally frustrated. It was maddening. She tried to comfort me: "It's okay, baby. We have our whole lifetime for this..." But the thought of Kyle fucking her when I still hadn't made it all that much worse.

Still, her sexual availability and seeming compassion about it all made me want her that much more, and made the decision that much harder. I never actually told her I agreed. But I also never walked away. I figured there would always be time for that, if and when I felt I couldn't take it. Maybe you could call it silent protest, or just the ultimate form of being pussy-whipped. I backed into the weekend as if in denial it would really happen.

On the Friday they were set to arrive, I came home from work early, deciding to talk it out one more time with her, expecting to beat them there by hours. But to my surprise, they were already there. At least, Ryan was -- she was laying out by the pool with Kaki, both wearing micro bikinis. I asked where Kyle was. Taking a nap, was the answer. He'd been tired from the flight and collapsed right after arriving.

Ryan beckoned me to join her in the hot tub. God, she was hot. Was this going to be the beginning of a wild foursome? Might I even get lucky before he did? I didn't know, but I certainly wasn't prepared to make my stand right at this moment. So I got changed and returned. I lowered myself into the water with her, wondering what in the hell I was getting myself into. She took off her top. Her tits were gorgeous. She began teasing me, kissing me all over my face, straddling me on my lap, rubbing her breasts against my face -- but stopping short of letting me kiss back, or use my hands.

It might have been great, if it weren't for the running commentary: "God this is so hot. I can't believe this is really happening. You know, he's going to milk every second of this weekend. Your woman is going to get the fucking of a lifetime." I tried not to listen. I was hoping, and assuming, that once would be it. It seemed she could read my mind: "Come on, you think he's going to let this opportunity pass without making the most of it? Or she is?"

As I tried to think of a proper response, I saw the back door slide open, and Kyle appear, in jams and nothing else -- looking like the powerfully ripped stud he was. Kaki, wearing sunglasses, glanced over in his direction. I could tell she was nervous, and/or excited. He grinned in our general direction, then made his way over toward her.

"Hey baby," he said. They were about twenty feet away. We could hear every word.

"Hey," she said quietly, seemingly as unsure of where this was going as I was.

"I like your bikini."

"Thanks."

"Take your sunglasses off." It was the first of many orders he would give that weekend. She complied instantly, seemingly not minding that he didn't say "please." She stared up at him, eyes wide, and a little moist, it seemed.

He untied the drawstring of his jams, and let them drop to the ground! Ryan was still on my lap, but we were both paying more attention to this than to each other. "What are you doing?" Kaki asked, sounding more curious than upset.

"Did you miss me?" he asked her. She rolled her eyes. "Have you been looking forward to this?"

She weighed her words carefully: "I'm glad it's happening."

"I know it's because you want to get pregnant, but is there any, small part of you that's glad for any other reason?"

She gave him a look: why was he doing this? He grinned back at her. She finally nodded slightly, as if to say, "Can we stop this now?"

But he closed his eyes, liking her answer, one hand going to the base of his soft pipe, which was starting to rise a little. She watched this with some mixture of fascination and alarm. He opened his eyes again. "Is there any part of you that is, even right now... Excited?"

His cock was rising. She was trying not to look at it. But the tension of the moment was getting to her. He lifted one foot over her chaise so that he could stand over her legs now, facing her, his crotch maybe three feet from her face. His eyes bored into hers: "Is there?"

Her answer was very quiet, but immediate, and unmistakable: "Yes."

His cock was rapidly approaching full erection now as he stroked it, taking a step closer to her. And then another one. His tall, powerful shaft was now easily ten inches long, and was nearing her soft lips. "Could you show me?" he asked quietly.

She stared up at him in disbelief. His cock was now at full erection, and inches from her lips. She looked at it. Ryan and I stared. It felt like the key moment, that would decide the direction this entire weekend would go. Would she shut him down here, and keep things business-like? Or would she reward his incredible arrogance, submit to his cockiness, and make it clear to all of us that she was going to surrender herself completely to him for the weekend, and let him pleasure himself in her and on her, whenever, wherever, and however he wanted to?

We all waited. Finally, without a glance in our direction, Kaki slowly moved her mouth in his direction. He eagerly met her halfway. And she planted a slow, soft kiss on the underside of his shaft, just below the crown. His huge cock jumped at her touch. He took it in his hand, pointing it now at her lightly opened lips. She hesitated a moment, and then, making an even bigger decision, she opened her mouth a bit wider.

He immediately pressed his massive crown between my baby's opened lips, and she let them slide slowly around it, engulfing it. Her hands were still gripping the arm rests of her chaise. He had one hand on the base of his shaft. The other he now gently placed on the back of her head. She let him.

I couldn't believe this was happening! This was supposed to be an impregnation -- pragmatic, practical, and hopefully efficient. Tears were coming to my eyes. Ryan was softly chuckling. "Now you see what I mean?" she whispered in my ear, before circling it with her cool, wet tongue.

It felt insanely good, as she pressed her nearly naked body against me now, holding me there, crotch on mine, my head in her hands as she kissed my face, but I was transfixed at what was happening between Kaki and Kyle. He was feeding the first few inches of his cock into her opened mouth, and she was totally taking it. He was fucking her beautiful face, much more aggressively than the other time.

She lie there, long beautiful legs crossed, her body seemingly at rest, while her lips and tongue submitted to the onslaught of his cock, and pleasured it. I hated seeing him touch her hair, her head, her face -- which he hadn't done the other time -- and realized how ill-prepared I was to see him truly take my woman from me -- to see her surrender her body to his and let him do whatever he wanted to her. Obviously it seemed like that was what was going to happen now. This was going to be no perfunctory fuck. He was going to go to town on her, all weekend, and apparently, she was going to go along with that.

And she must have been in no hurry to get that special load of sperm for the impregnation, because as he was saying, "I'm gonna cum, baby," she only redoubled her efforts, taking more of his cock in her mouth, showing him that she was willing to do more -- way more -- to submit to his pleasure this time. One hand went to the base of the shaft now as he placed both of his on her head, while her other hand cupped and caressed his massive testicles, coaxing the cum out of his body and into hers.

Then, with a massive groan, I could tell he was ejaculating -- his cock was jerking, his hips thrusting, and her Adams apple moving furiously as stream after stream of hot cum made its way down her throat.

She kept her beautiful lips wrapped around his shaft as he pumped his fluid into her. She seemed content to swallow every drop, but while still ejaculating, he pulled out. Whether it was a show for my benefit or simply because he loved the visual of it, he proceeded to spray several more bursts of thick white fluid onto her face and neck, then chest and stomach. She kept her mouth open the entire time, taking whatever found its way there.

We heard the shower turn on in the master bathroom. Dazed and glassy-eyed, Kaki looked over at me, puckering her lips and sending a smooch in my direction, then a wicked smile -- biting her lip, fingers of one hand going to her clit while the other caressed her left breast. For a moment I thought it was an invitation -- that maybe I could take her while he was in the shower, but before I could take a step in her direction, she was scurrying off toward the bathroom, seemingly insatiable in her desire now for her muscular new lover and his massive cock.

Instead it was Ryan who led me by the hand to the bed and gave me a playful shove onto it. I sat on the end of it and she began to strip, standing there in front of me, my eyes glued to her spectacular body. My knees were spread open, and she crouched down now to pull off my shorts, and inspect my modest manhood from close up. Her hand encircled the base of the shaft and her lips moved in for a quick kiss on the crown. It jumped as Kyle's had when Kaki first kissed it earlier today, but rather than submit to an explosive face-fucking as Kaki had, Ryan stood up and pushed me back on the bed, then climbed on top of me.

From this position, I could see through the opened bedroom door and the partially steamed glass of the shower, inside of which, my wife-to-be was on her knees, cleaning Kyle's massive cock with her lips and tongue, one hand on each of his huge thighs as he stood before her, hands on her pretty head. She licked his shaft softly and slowly, but didn't object when he ****** the crown between her lips again and thrust his hips slightly: in fact, she bent her head back so he could actually begin to push deeply into her mouth and a couple of inches into her throat.

Ryan was on top of me now, but I wasn't inside her: instead, her hand was stroking my cock, as she pressed her glorious naked torso onto mine and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, also watching the two lovers in the shower: "It's always how it is. Once they have a taste of that huge cock, they turn into fucking porn queens, wanting to give him more pleasure than any girl's ever given him before, wanting to feel that power inside them, and take as much cum as they can from him."

But Kaki didn't take him all the way to orgasm on this blow job. Instead, she came out to join us, closing the bathroom door as she did so. Ryan was still on top of me, my head now hanging off the side of the bed that Kaki was approaching. As if they planned this, Kaki stepped right into position, offering the distended lips of her pussy to my mouth, as Ryan continued to stroke my cock.

I knew Kyle's cock had been inside her, had stretched her, and filled her -- and was soon going to do more of the same. I knew it was him who had gotten her this wet, this turned on; and in all likelihood it was only he whose cock would be parting these lips and luxuriating in the conquest of my gorgeous young woman any time soon. And yet still I eagerly kissed them and let my tongue paint the inner edges of her labia, as she ground her wetness against my hungry mouth. Maybe I was starved for any sort of connection at this point, so I continued even as Ryan said things like, "That's it baby, get her ready for Kyle's big cock to make a baby inside of her -- we know you loved watching him fuck her..."

Ryan was on top of me now, hands holding my arms on the bed, tits lightly pressed against my chest, legs bent and perched atop my thighs -- but I wasn't inside of her. Kaki was murmuring her approval as I continued to lick her pussy with abandon. "Is that right, baby? Did you get all turned on watching your friend fuck me with that great big cock of his?" Of course I couldn't answer, my mouth buried in her wetness. "You like getting me ready to take some more of him?"

"Oh, yeah, he likes it," Ryan breathed. "He likes it so much, he told me he'd like to be part of things, to help pleasure you both, and maybe get a taste of that big cock himself."

"Is that right honey?" Kaki said. "God, that turns me on so much. I think you should do it. Just surrender to him -- maybe he'll let you suck his big cock -- we can both share in his cum, I think it's only right..."

Kyle had entered the room. Kaki bent forward at the waist -- Ryan caught her there for a wet kiss -- and then lowered her breasts onto my stomach, spreading her legs further apart while remaining in contact with my mouth, continuing to press against me as I watched, upside down, Kyle approach -- with his towering erection in his hand.

Ryan and Kaki were really holding me down now as Kyle got into position, cock inches from my face and even bigger than I imagined it could look up close. I tried to pull my face away as his massive crown loomed larger, approaching Kaki's pussy, but as it made contact there, pressing so easily now between her wet lips, she shuddered and said, "Please baby, keep sucking my clit, this is so hot..."

And so I left my lips clamped there as Kyle's shaft -- just centimeters away -- sheathed itself, inch by massive inch, into my baby's pussy again, his enormous testicles getting closer and closer to my eyes in the process. She squealed in delight as he slid in and out of her, and I got the most up close and personal possible look at his hugeness fucking her. He pulled all the way out of her so that his crown was practically touching my nose, then teased her, thrusting just the head past her outstretched labia again and again.

Eventually, he (accidentally or on purpose) missed his target, and his cock head popped me in the nose. Then, he thrust into her so deep and hard his ball sac swung and hit me there -- hard! -- and I couldn't help but marvel jealously at the weight and mass of his huge nuts as they slapped, now, several times in a row against my face.

I couldn't hardly move if I wanted to her the way she and Ryan had me pinned there, so I just had to endure this indignity, but things were about to get a whole, whole lot worse. Without warning, I felt Kaki lift herself up a few inches from my outstretched lips, and found Kyle's cock head now taking their place! I closed my mouth in a hurry, but he was pressing his huge crown up against my lips, his hands now grasping the sides of my face, and somehow seeming to ***** my jaws open.

"Take it, baby, we all want you to," I heard Kaki coo, as Kyle ****** the business end of his cock between my opened lips. "Just open wide and surrender, baby... he's going to make you do it anyway..."

What? He was going to make me? What kind of conspiracy was going on here? For the first time, now I felt Ryan's wet sex lower itself onto my hard cock -- a feeling so magnificent that I guess I did relax my mouth muscles, because, Kyle proceeded to drive his enormous crown the rest of the way past my llips and into my mouth. It was outrageous, the invasion -- and the impossible girth of his cock, which ****** my mouth open so obscenely wide in order to accommodate it. I was speechless and in shock as I felt the head of his cock slowly push itself onto my tongue, sliding deeper and deeper into me!

"That's it, honey, take his big cock deep in your mouth where you want it," Kaki purred. "I want his cum inside both of us, baby, just relax and let it happen..."

"Oh, he's relaxed, alright," I heard Kyle sneer. "He's sucking my big cock like he was made for it -- his tongue is going crazy on my shaft, he's worshipping my hugeness and dying to swallow my jizz... I'm going to fucking fill his stomach with cum..."

"Oh, do it Kyle, this is so hot, make him yours!" I couldn't believe my fiancee was talking like this. She moved into position now to tease and suckle his enormous balls with her pretty little lips and tongue -- inches from my face, milking them so he could blast his cum into me!

Ryan had pulled off of me and was now perched on my chest, watching what was happening from close up: "God you're really making him suck your cock, this is so hot!" she enthused as Kyle worked his shaft back and forth, fucking my face with absolute masculine abandon, ******* his crown now against the back of my throat, which willingly in this position allowed him entrance...

"I'm ******* my cock down his throat," he gloated, breathing heavy now, nearing orgasm. "You're my fucking cockbitch -- take it, suck my big dick!"

If this trash talk bothered Kaki, someone should have told her pretty mouth, which was engulfing one of his giant testicles. Her delicate hands fondled the several inches of his shaft which was not impaling my helpless mouth, doing everything she could to pleasure his genitalia into its inevitable eruption inside of me.

When he neared ejaculation, I could tell -- things got very quiet, and if anything the six inches or so of shaft in my mouth seemed to get even thicker, and warmer, and begin to pulsate. When the cum came, it seemed to just rocket down that huge shaft and I could feel it spraying deep in my throat, and flowing down into my stomach.

"I'm cumming," he roared, "He's swallowing my fucking cum!" And I was, helplessly, for what seemed like several minutes. The girls just watched in absolute fascination, as finally he began to slide out -- as he had with Kaki -- only to then shoot rope after rope of thick fluid onto my face, and chin and neck. Soon it seemed my face was covered in his cum, which dripped slowly from m cheek down into my eyes, and he was using his head to scoop up drops and ***** them into my mouth, when he wasn't slapping my cheeks with his huge cock.

Kaki helped with the job, ravenously attacking his crown with her mouth again, eagerly licking up the cum from my face and neck -- kissing me softly in between licks, only to transfer more of his cum from her tongue onto mine. "I love you so much," she cooed as she did this. "Thank you for giving this to me..."

I lay there in shock after he was finished, the full weight of what this weekend was going to be now finally coming into real focus. Whatever it was to Kaki, it was clear that to Kyle, this was not just about fucking my woman. This was about humiliating me in front of her -- and ******* me to submit to him. It was about emasculating me. And this was only the beginning...

Etape routière



Nous nous rendons assez souvent dans notre résidence secondaire, et ce, d'autant plus que nos enfants ***t grands et que nous pouvons les laisser sans crainte à la mai***. Nous aimons bien y aller, la région est belle mais surtout cela nous permet de nous détendre et nous permet de mieux récupérer de notre vie un peu trop stressante. Nous partons en général en fin de matinée, nous nous arrêtons dans un petit resto le midi pour arriver gentiment en début d'après-midi. Nous essayons à chaque fois de trouver un nouvel endroit pour manger quitte à sortir du parcours normal et à allonger un peu le trajet. Nous n'avions pas prévu d'y retourner avant trois ou quatre mois, mais j'avais décidé d'avancer la balade, mon épouse n'étant pas très en forme: une pré ménopause mal vécue qui avait doucement dégénéré en début de déprime. Le médecin de famille venait de lui prescrire des médicaments, les uns contre la dépression et les autres pour dormir. Cela faisait une semaine qu'elle avait commencé le traitement mais je prévoyais déjà de retourner consulter avec elle pour une médicamentation plus douce. Elle n'arrivait pas à émerger et à avoir toute sa tête avant le début d'après-midi et encore... Le seul point positif était que ces médicaments provoquaient un effet secondaire, ils levaient ses inhibitions. Cela retentissait sur *** activité sexuelle et elle était beaucoup plus disponible, consentante et coquine. Cela restait bien-sûr à confirmer, vu la prise récente de ces médicaments, mais je n'avais guère de doute étant donné l'évolution spontanée de sa libido. Attention, je ne dis pas qu'en temps normal Annie soit du type 'frigidaire', mais il lui faut de longs préliminaires, un cadre sécurisant et beaucoup de tendresse pour qu'elle puisse exprimer librement sa sexualité. Malgré tout, une fois bien excitée, elle me donnait satisfaction. Annie, bien que nouvelle quinquagénaire est très séduisante. Elle fait encore détourner le regard des hommes sur *** passage. Petite et menue avec des formes là où il le faut, les années l'ont relativement épargnée et elle parait facilement dix ans de moins. Ses seins ***t fermes et denses, *** fessier bien galbé, le ventre est musclé et plat, *** sexe bombé est accueillant et cerise sur le gâteau, elle a un visage d'ange. Elle peut comparer sans aucun complexe *** corps à des femmes beaucoup plus jeunes. De plus elle s'habille, à ma demande il est vrai, de façon franchement sexy, ce qui me plaît beaucoup. Trêves de gaudrioles, mon but est de l'aider un peu à reprendre le dessus et ce week-end ne pourra que lui être bénéfique.
Se rendre à notre résidence était assez facile, il faut dire que le trajet était principalement composé de routes à 4 voies, ce qui me permettait de rouler en bonne sécurité et dans un temps relativement court. Et nous voilà partis, Annie s'endormit à côté de moi dès les premiers kilomètres. Elle était très belle dans sa robe. C'était une robe courte classique en soie, boutonnée par devant, de couleur 'vert pâle'. Elle n'avait pas boutonné la partie basse de la robe qui s'était largement ouverte et laissait voir ses cuisses, le haut de ses bas, *** porte-jarretelles et *** minuscule string blanc qui rentrait dans le sillon de *** sexe épilé. Pour le haut, c'est moi qui, d'une main habile, tout en conduisant, ôta deux autres boutons et écarta un pan de tissu afin d'admirer un sein blanc, bien aréolée qui ressortait de *** soutien gorge ou plus exactement redresse seins puisqu'il ne cachait pas les mamelons. Je la laissais dans cette position et continuais ma route en rehaussant le chauffage de sorte qu'elle n'attrape pas froid. Cette demi nudité n'avait pas échappé à certains conducteurs car chemin faisant, quelques routiers, forts de leur position surélevée et de leur vue dominante m'envoyaient quelques appels de phares certainement pour m'inviter à me garer et pour combler madame. Cela m'excitait un peu et je décidais de m'en amuser. Je les doublais donc très lentement afin de leur faciliter la tâche pour admirer ma femme et ses attributs les plus charmants. J'imaginais leur émoi et leur frustration, mais comme disent souvent les plus jeunes: C'est pour le fun. Je n'avais jamais trompé ma femme et la réciproque était vraie, nous nous aimions depuis plus de trente ans et faisions la majorité de nos activités ensemble. Jaloux d'un côté comme de l'autre nous n'avions jamais laissé approcher quiconque, qui puisse mettre notre couple en péril. Annie avait de plus une morale judéo-chrétienne qui avait toujours mis des limites à toutes aventures et jeux sexuels non conventionnels. Alors faire jouer un peu à *** insu l'exhibitionniste à ma femme ne me déplaisait pas, mais sans aller plus loin, je ne tenais pas à voir ma femme se faire patouiller par d'autres hommes.

Midi se profilant, je quittais l'axe routier principal afin de trouver, comme à notre habitude, un petit resto sympa. « Réveille toi » dis-je à mon épouse Petit à petit Annie sortit de *** sommeil mais elle était toujours sous l'emprise de ses médicaments. Nous roulions quatre à cinq kilomètres et découvrions une petite auberge en « bois et pierres » tout à fait typique. Seuls, quelques voitures et quelques camions étaient garés à côté, le long de la route. « On s'arrête ici? » Dis-je. « Si tu veux » me répondit Annie. Je garais la voiture, aidais ma femme à sortir de la voiture, refermais un peu le haut et le bas de la robe de sorte à cacher le string et les seins avant d'arriver devant l'auberge. Le menu était affiché à l'extérieur sur une ardoise protégé par un plastique. Il était simple mais séduisant: « Menu du jour unique: TOUT COMPRIS: Apéritif, terrine de canard, blanquette de veau, fromage, dessert et café / vin à volonté: 13 € » Après consultation réciproque, nous décidions que cela semblait correct, menu et prix et décidions de nous restaurer ici. En entrant nous aperçûmes quelques hommes, cinq à six représentants et autant de routiers d'après mes suppositions quand à leurs métiers, fort des véhicules garés devant l'auberge. « Bonjours messieurs » dis-je poliment. « M'sieur dame » fut la réponse tout aussi polie de la plupart des per***nes. La plupart d'entre eux était servi et mangeait. Nous voyant, l'aubergiste arriva, nous salua, nous proposa une table, se rinça copieusement l'œil sur la poitrine de ma femme via l'ouverture de sa robe, nous proposa l'unique menu, *** apéritif mai*** et nous laissa. J'aurais dû boutonner et le haut et le bas de la robe avec plus de célérité car à la moindre rotation, de ma femme, dévoilait sa poitrine et si *** sexe était à peu prés caché, le haut des bas et le porte-jarretelles étaient visibles une fois ma femme assise, les bords de la robe tombant de chaque côté. Enfin qu'importe, cette situation continuait de m'amuser et me procurait même un certain plaisir. Sans tenir une forme olympique, Annie reprenait ses esprits, petit à petit et commençait à discuter un peu. L'apéritif arriva, il s'agissait d'un punch créole plutôt corsé. « Fais attention ma chérie, ce n'est pas recommandé avec tes médicaments » Mais sans me répondre, elle sirota *** verre. Annie rit et me fixa: « Je suis bien mon amour, tu as bien fait de me proposer ce week-end, je me sens déjà mieux » Nous discutions de tout et de rien, des enfants, de leurs études, des petits travaux que nous aurions à faire sur notre mai*** et bien d'autres choses encore. Voyant l'aubergiste revenir avec le repas, elle prit mon verre et finit l'apéritif que j'avais laissé (conduite oblige). Je ne dis rien, heureux à mon tour de la voir un peu mieux bien que ses yeux soient trop brillants et la voix encore pâteuse et hésitante. Le repas servi, Annie mangea de bon appétit et bu du vin rouge rai***nablement. Pour ma part, je mangeais mais ne buvais plus, si je trouve certaines mesures qui touchent l'automobiliste, scandaleuses et une atteinte grave à la liberté individuelle, le fait de ne pas boire, notamment lorsque l'on prend la route pour de nombreux kilomètres tient plus du bon sens que de la répression. Plusieurs per***nes étaient arrivées depuis et l'auberge commençait à se remplir et chacun ou presque se rinçait l'œil sur les seins et sur ses cuisses ou plus de mon épouse. Nous finissions tranquillement notre dessert, notre résidence n'était plus très éloignée et per***ne ne nous attendait. « Je vais aux toilettes avant de partir » me dit-elle. Si au début l'alcool lui a donné un petit coup de fouet, l'effet s'est inversé et Annie donnait l'impression de « quelqu'un qui a bu un petit coup de trop », pas saoule, mais plutôt apathique. Elle prit *** sac à main, traversa la salle sans trop tituber et se dirigea vers le panneau « TOILETTES ». Je me disais qu'Annie était vraiment belle et sexy. Et l'intellect n'était pas en reste: forte d'un diplôme universitaire et d'une situation professionnelle correcte, elle amenait une contribution financière au couple qui nous permettait de vivre sans trop de soucis. La vie est une loterie et j'avais vraiment tiré le gros lot. Le repas terminé, je commandais un petit café en l'attendant. J'en profitais pour lire le journal qui était à disposition. Dix minutes plus tard ne la voyant pas revenir et désireux moi aussi d'alléger un peu ma vessie, je me levais à mon tour, traversais la salle et arrivais dans un couloir avec deux portes. Sur celle du fond on pouvait lire « wc », l'autre à côté était vitrée et donnait à l'extérieur. La porte était entrouverte mais Annie n'était plus là. Le local était spacieux et comprenait un évier, des serviettes bien pliées, rangées sur une étagère et le bidet. Le tout était très propre à l'image de l'auberge. La chasse d'eau étant en train de se remplir, je supposais qu'elle venait juste de sortir et qu'elle avait pris la porte sur l'extérieur, soit volontairement pour prendre un peu l'air, soit involontairement, ce que je pensais étant donné *** état. Quoiqu'il en soit, un peu d'air l'aiderait à retrouver ses esprits. Je pris donc le temps de faire mes petits besoins puis sortis pour emprunter à mon tour la porte vitrée. Elle donnait sur une grande cour non fermée qui elle-même donnait sur des champs dans lesquels gambadaient quelques poneys et chevaux. Un petit hangar était situé sur la gauche, formant un « L » avec l'auberge. Sur la droite, dans le hangar, une partie neuve était visible. Elle représentait environ un tiers de la largeur totale. Le reste du hangar, à gauche donc, s'étendait sur les deux tiers restants. J'avançais, curieux de visiter l'endroit mais surtout soucieux de trouver ma femme en supposant qu'elle soit entrée dans le bâtiment. J'entendis des voix d'hommes, hésitais, puis me décidais à m'approcher quand même pour demander s'ils l'avaient vue. J'avançais malgré tout discrètement.

J'aperçus Annie qui discutait avec eux ou plutôt l'inverse. Ils étaient debout, à l'entrée du hangar. « Vous voyez bien que je ne vous avais pas menti » dit l'un d'eux. Ils faisaient partie des gens que j'avais catalogués comme routiers et qui étaient arrivés après nous, l'un était grand et obèse, l'autre plutôt chétif. Le « chétif » tourna un interrupteur qui commandait des projecteurs et ils s'enfoncèrent dans la partie non rénovée, maintenant bien éclairée. « Avant il n'y avait pas besoin d'éclairer mais depuis que la pièce a été faite, on n'y voit plus rien. Même la fenêtre installée à l'intérieur sur le nouveau mur ne suffit pas à laisser passer le jour » dit le chétif Ils lui montrèrent un vieux et volumineux pressoir et expliquèrent qu'avant cet endroit servait à faire du cidre et que la bâtisse avait plus de 200 ans. L'aubergiste était un ancien routier qui avait racheté l'endroit et l'avait transformé. *** épouse s'occupait principalement de la cuisine et lui de la salle. Il avait réhabilité l'ancien matériel tel que le pressoir pour *** plaisir mais avait refait à neuf l'intérieur du restaurant et construit cette partie neuve à droite sur toute la profondeur du hangar pour faire des chambres d'étape pour les routiers. Dans l'immédiat une seule chambre occupait toute la partie rénovée, faute de moyen pour construire les autres. Le hangar serait certainement rénové lui aussi, mais pour l'instant il avait uniquement installé des rideaux métalliques à commande électrique pour pouvoir le fermer. Les routiers, dont nos 2 compères, l'avaient aidé à faire cette pièce et lui garantissaient un roulement global plus que suffisant pour qu'il puisse vivre de *** investissement. En fait tous les routiers s'arrêtaient manger ici et râlaient même lorsqu'il n'y avait plus de place. En contre partie il louait la chambre pour seulement 10 € la nuit ou la journée et le repas était facturé un peu moins cher que celui affiché pour les per***nes de passage: représentants, touristes et gens de la région. En fait, d'où j'étais, je pouvais voir le mur récent muni d'une porte en façade et d'une grande fenêtre en liai*** avec l'intérieur. Je m'apprêtais à les rejoindre quand l'un d'eux dit: « Ca ne vous dirait pas de visiter une chambre de routier à tout hasard, vous verrez y'a tout le confort: lits, table, chaises, douche et même un réchaud à gaz et de quoi cuisiner un peu? » « Euh! , je ne sais pas » balbutia Annie Les deux compères s's'esclaffèrent. Je me rapprochais, toujours en évitant d'être vu. Annie était au milieu, elle tituba un peu et préféra s'asseoir sur une vieille table de ferme et posa ses pieds sur le rebord d'une grosse brouette en bois. Les deux pans de sa robe s'écartèrent et pendirent de chaque côté des cuisses et l'on put admirer une bonne partie de *** anatomie. Seul les seins restaient à peu prés recouverts. Elle leurs souriait bêtement. Le plus petit des deux, face au spectacle et au manque de réaction s'encanailla et posa une main sur un genou. « N'ayez pas peur ma petite dame, on ne veut pas vous faire du mal, bien au contraire » dit-il.

J'hésitais mais plutôt que d'intervenir et tout arrêter de suite, je laissais les choses se faire. J'arrêterais ce jeu le moment opportun. Je me demandais ce que pensait ma femme à ce moment. Était -elle lucide? Jusqu'où irait-elle? Annie tenta d'enlever la main de *** genou. Mais le plus gros s'enhardit aussi et passa une main derrière le cou, sur une épaule, ce qui écarta le haut de la robe et dévoila un sein. D'où j'étais, je pouvais admirer le mamelon rose qui ressortait sur le blanc de la peau laiteuse de la glande mammaire qui avait nourri mes enfants. Je ne le voyais pas d'ici mais j'étais sûr que le téton s'était redressé, Les tétons d'Annie étaient très sensibles. Ma femme ne disait toujours rien et continuait de sourire tout en essayant de se libérer. La main du chétif monta pour caresser l'intérieur des cuisses au-dessus des bas. « T'as vu que j'avais bien vu dans le resto, elle est toute lisse, pas un poil » dit-il. Les 2 gaillards prenaient de plus en plus d'assurance. Bien que ma femme ait saisi *** poignet, Chétif s'aidant de l'autre main, avait écarté légèrement le string et frottait lentement et longuement la fente du sexe. De longs va et vient interminables qui s'attardaient à chaque passage sur le clitoris. Annie résistait de plus en plus mollement. Il introduit ensuite *** doigt dans le vagin. Elle avait toujours les yeux vitreux mais ses joues s'étaient rosies. Le gros pelotait avec amour le sein qui débordait. Il s'arrêta puis dégrafa tous les boutons de la robe, qu'il ouvrit entièrement. Il se baissa un peu et commença à téter les mamelles en titillant le bout avec sa langue. Ma femme à ce moment cessa complètement toute résistance. « Mets-toi debout » lui dit-il. Toujours sans protester, Annie se leva et Gras-double, lui ôta la robe qu'il lança dans la brouette. Elle était vraiment sublime dans sa petite tenue et ils s'arrêtèrent de la toucher pour mieux la contempler. « T'es vachement bien gaulée ma salope » dit Gras-double. « Profitons en puisque madame est une grosse cochonne et que *** mari bouffe pendant qu'on baise sa pute » dit Chétif. « Bande de cons » me dis-je tout bas. Se plaçant derrière mon épouse, gras-double recommença à passer les mains sous les seins. Il les soupesait, les tâtait, les écrasait. Ses doigts boudinés remontèrent peu à peu et titillèrent les bouts, Chétif se mit devant elle et l'embrassa avec fougue sur la bouche, enfonçant sa langue au plus profond. Annie pencha la tête attira Chétif et l'enserrant entre ses bras, lui rendit *** baiser. La situation évoluait mais la scène était troublante et je n'intervenais toujours pas. « Attend un peu » dit Gras-double « On va aller dans la chambre, si Dédé voit qu'on baise une de ses clientes pendant que *** mec est au resto, il va nous faire un caca nerveux » « T'as rai***, d'autant que *** mec risque de la chercher, je la tripote encore un peu, juste histoire de bien la faire mouiller ensuite je vais dire à Dédé que l'on se repose un peu dans la piaule et on se la tape » « Ok, fermes un peu les volets extérieurs! Fermes aussi le rideau métallique, que l'on soit tranquille! » Sans attendre, je m'esquivais rapidement profitant du laps de temps inconnu que me laissait Chétif pour ne pas me faire découvrir. J'aviserai plus tard J'arrivais au bar et demandais l'addition. Aussitôt dit aussitôt fait, il est vrai que le menu unique tout compris facilitait la vie. Je réglais, félicitais le patron pour *** repas et *** auberge, pris la veste d'Annie, la mienne et sortis normalement de l'auberge comme si mon épouse m'attendait dehors. Il fallait rapidement que je me décide. Sans trop prendre le temps de réfléchir, je rentrai dans la voiture, la démarrai et allais la garer devant le camion le plus éloigné afin qu'elle ne soit plus visible du restaurant. Je plaçais mes affaires dans le coffre, fermais la voiture et retournais au hangar par l'extérieur. Ceci ne me posa pas de problèmes particuliers, la bâtisse était en bord de route et aucune barrière n'empêchait de contourner et de passer par derrière. Je dus cependant passer devant la fenêtre extérieure de la chambre qui donnait sur la cour. Je devais faire attention afin de ne pas me faire repérer.

Je jetais malgré tout un œil furtif par la vitre mais Gras-double était bien trop occupé pour me voir, il était à quatre pattes, la tête fourrée entre les cuisses d'Annie, en train de lui bouffer la foufoune et le cul. Ses grosses mains lui pelotaient les fesses et ils passait sa langue de l'anus jusqu'au clitoris. « Merde », la situation avait évolué plus vite que je l'avais prévue. C'est contrarié que je quittais la fenêtre. Je passais devant la porte d'entrée qui avait été fermée, pour m'introduire dans le hangar, toujours ouvert (ouf !). La lumière était éteinte mais il faisait suffisamment clair pour ne pas trébucher au premier obstacle venu et je me cachais derrière le pressoir. A peine deux minutes venaient de passer quand Chétif revint. Il actionna un boîtier et les rideaux métalliques se fermèrent. Le noir s'abattit! Chétif avait dû fermer les volets extérieurs car aucune lumière ne filtrait. Sur le coup j'eus peur de ne pouvoir me mouvoir dans la pénombre mais l'ampoule de la chambre s'alluma et la lumière que laissait passer la fenêtre fut suffisante pour pouvoir marcher normalement. Je m'approchai de la fenêtre. Elle était entrebâillée et un rideau en voile blanc la recouvrait au trois-quarts. Ainsi dans le noir, il y avait peu de chance que l'on me repère et je pourrais intervenir pour stopper tout cela dès que je le voudrai. La fenêtre entre-ouverte me permettait d'entendre ce que disaient les occupants de la chambre. Chétif n'avait pas repris ses occupations sur Annie, Gras-double allongé sur le lit focalisait maintenant sur les seins et les suçait avidement, les pointes étaient érigées et Annie commençait à gémir doucement. Il avait quitté le pantalon et *** sexe dressé dépassait de *** slip, je me demandai si je n'étais pas arrivé trop tard et si ma femme ne s'était pas déjà faite enfiler. « C'est bon, Dédé est d'accord, je lui ai dit que nous étions fatigués et de ne pas nous déranger pendant la sieste. « Y'a pas de lézard » qu'il m'a répondu. « Pour le mari j'ai été discret mais je n'ai pas tout suivi, Dédé m'a dit qu'ils étaient partis tous les deux, il a payé et c'est barré. Sa voiture n'est plus devant le resto » « T'as pas confondu la voiture » répondit Gras-double. « Ben voyons, quand tu m'as prévenu à la CB qu'une gonze à moitié à poil arrivait à ma portée dans une super bagnole, j'ai maté un max. Et j'ai regardé quelle voiture c'était, j'ai même relevé le numéro d'immatriculation des fois que je les aurai revus sur une aire de repos, on ne sait jamais! » « Ecoute, ils se ***t peut-être engueulés... Et puis on s'en fout, il s'est barré et on a sa chaudasse » dit Gras-double en conclusion. « Oui t'as rai*** » Gras-double lâcha les seins de ma femme pour quitter *** slip. Il possédait un sexe de bon diamètre et particulièrement long, au-dessus de la moyenne en tout cas. « Viens par-là ma salope » dit-il. Il se leva, s'assit sur une chaise, attrapa Annie et la plaça devant lui, les fesses au niveau de *** visage. « Tu m 'excuseras » dit Gras-double » Je me la suis déjà embourbée, quel panard, c'est une pute de première, elle s'est rebellée un peu au début et a appelé *** bonhomme, mais une fois, enfilée, elle a fermé sa gueule et a commencé à gémir de bonheur et à mouiller de plus en plus belle, c'est elle qui s'agitait sur ma queue comme une malade » A ces mots mon cœur ne fit qu'un tour, je n'avais pas su maîtriser la situation et pour la première fois de ma vie, je n'étais pas là pour ma femme. Annie venait de me tromper avec un pur inconnu et moche de surcroît et ce, par ma faute. Je ne savais plus ce que je devais faire, Ce qui ne fut pas le cas de Gras-double. Il prit Annie par la taille, elle écarta les cuisses, il pointa *** gland sur la vulve et se l'enfila de nouveau devant moi. *** sexe énorme l'empala en une seule fois, ma femme écartait les cuisses au maximum. Aidée par *** amant elle commença un lent va et vient, le membre entrait et sortait de ses chairs roses et humides, une grosse main vint lui écarter les lèvres ourlées et un doigt lui titilla le clitoris. Chétif s'approcha, l'attrapa par les cheveux, lui ouvrit la bouche avec les doigts qu'elle lécha puis il lui enfourna *** braquemard dans la cavité buccale.

Il s'activa lui aussi avec une ardeur non feinte. Il ressortait *** sexe de temps à autre pour le frotter contre le visage et les lèvres afin de l'enfourner à nouveau. Gras-double hurla de plaisir, il venait d'envoyer *** foutre chaud dans le ventre de ma femme qui sentant les spasmes avait resserré ses cuisses pour en profiter au maximum et aussi donner plus de plaisir à *** amant. « Putain j'en pouvais plus » dit-il « tout à l'heure j'ai pu me retenir en t'attendant mais là, wouahh! » « Merde et remerde » me dis-je « j'aurais pu éviter qu'elle se fasse remplir ». Mais à vrai dire, je me mentais, j'étais en pleine érection et je jouissais de voir ma femme se faire baiser par deux inconnus. Ce fut au tour de Chétif de vider ses couilles dans la bouche et la gorge de ma femme. Elle avala tout le foutre sans en perdre une gorgée et ne lâcha prise que lorsque le phallus fut devenu tout mou. Il ressortit propre et nettoyé, exempt de toute trace de sperme. « Putain on a du mal à suivre » dit Chétif en regardant *** ami qui avait lui aussi les couilles vides. « Attend un peu, on va la goder en attendant de retrouver notre vitalité ». Gras-double se leva, alla dans le tiroir de la table et sortit tout un attirail sexuel allant du gode au martinet. « Hé hé, heureusement que les routiers ***t prévoyants » dit-il. Et ils allongèrent Annie sur la table la face en avant. Avant même qu'on lui demande de faire quoique ce soit, elle écarta les cuisses afin de laisser à ses deux amants toute latitude. Le sperme dégoulinait de sa chatte et Chétif muni d'un gros gode noir, s'en servit comme lubrifiant. Il remplit rapidement l'orifice avant de commencer de long va et vient. Ma femme continuait de gémir et Chétif décida de passer à la vitesse supérieure, il lui cracha plusieurs fois sur le trou de cul et entreprit une nouvelle pénétration, anale cette fois. Le gros gode entra difficilement dans l'anus et c'est seulement après plusieurs essais qu'il put commencer à introduire le vibro-masseur. C'est en avançant et en reculant l'outil petit à petit que chétif arriva à ****** et à dilater l'entrée et enfin à enfoncer la tête du gode dans le cul. Et comme on dit, quand la tête rentre, tout rentre. Mon épouse se plaignit à peine malgré la douleur, s'écartant au maximum pour favoriser sa sodomie. (Ce fut une journée où Annie écarta beaucoup ses cuisses) Le gode s'enfonçait lentement mais sûrement dans les intestins, Annie se trémoussait le cul et lançait des cris langoureux. Gras-double maintenait les fesses écartées des deux mains pendant que Chétif enfournait. On ne voyait maintenant, plus qu'une petite dizaine de centimètres ressortir de l'anus. « Putain ça bloque, je dois être arrivé au sphincter. Regarde si y'a pas de vaseline ou un truc gras » dit Chétif Gras double lâcha les fesses qui se refermèrent sur le gode et s'exécuta. Après avoir cherché à différents endroits, il trouva *** bonheur » « Pain de Végétaline, ça te va » « C'est pour les frites mais ça devrait faire l'affaire, amène! » Il ressortit lentement le gode du fion de ma femme, enduisit copieusement le bout du plastique avec la graisse à frite, enfonça des morceaux de végétaline dans le colon avec ses doigts et frotta l'entrée avec le reste du pain. Puis il reprit aussitôt la sodomie. « Elle n'a jamais dû se faire enculer, c'est tout serré! » Dit Chétif. En effet Annie m'avait toujours refusé *** petit trou, arguant que c'était contre nature. C'étaient deux sales cons qui ne la connaissaient que depuis quelques dizaines de minutes qui lui prenaient *** pucelage anal. J'en étais malade.

Après quelques mouvements, et beaucoup de doigté, la résistance du sphincter fut vaincue. Ma femme lança un petit cri. Il ne restait plus rien de visible que le variateur de vitesse du vibro qui dépassait. Elle en avait au moins trente centimètres dans l'oignon. Chétif tourna la molette du capuchon et le vibro se mit en route. Annie se tordait dans tous les sens. Elle avait resserré les cuisses afin d'intensifier le frottement contre ses parois anales. Elle attrapa Gras-double par la cuisse, l'approcha puis elle lui prit le pénis toujours flasque, l'amena à sa bouche et commença à sucer le gros gland de notre homme. L'effet se fait sentir et Gras-double vit rapidement *** phallus reprendre forme et envahir l'espace buccal de ma petite chérie. Pendant ce temps, Chétif, qui lui aussi avait récupéré, enleva le gode de l'anus. Il présenta *** gland devant le trou du cul et reculant ses reins, comme pour prendre de l'élan, encula Annie sans coup férir. Tout rentra en une seule fois, jusqu'aux bourses. Et il commença à s'activer. Je voyais *** sexe entrer et sortir des intestins de mon épouse. Il la tenait par les fesses et donnait de grands coups de boutoir afin de l'enculer bien à fond. « Putain, elle me va comme un gant, on dirait qu'elle est faite pour ma queue » dit-il en haletant De l'autre coté, Annie engloutissait totalement le sexe dans sa bouche, elle fermait les yeux, elle était au bord de la jouissance remuant sa croupe comme une chienne en chaleur. Chétif s'activait aussi de plus en plus et c'est ensemble que Chétif et elle, crièrent de bonheur. Chétif venait de s'enfoncer *********** afin de lui injecter sa purée, bien au fond de *** superbe cul. C'était la première fois que ses intestins recevaient un nombre incroyable de spermatozoïdes. Gras-double lui partit peu de temps après. Il se retira de la bouche et lui envoya *** foutre en pleine face. Ses yeux, sa bouche étaient couvert d'un jus épais et jaunâtre. Elle dégoulinait de partout et essayait de récupérer ce qu'elle pouvait avec sa langue. Le moment de bonheur passé, gras-double reprit ses habits s'essuya un peu et s'habilla. « Qu'est-ce que tu fais ? » demanda Chétif. Il avait *** sexe qui ramollissait et qui ressortait doucement du puits à plaisir de sa maîtresse. « Habille-toi, j'te paie une bière » « Et ma chaudasse? » « On la laisse là pour l'instant, que veux-tu qu'on en fasse? Je suppose qu'elle va se vêtir et se casser, si elle est encore là quand on revient, je lui en mettrai un coup dans le cul, ma femme m'a toujours refusé *** petit trou et j'ai envie d'essayer ».

Nos deux compères hilares et comblés réajustèrent leurs vêtements et partirent bras dessus, bras dessous arroser leurs prouesses. J'attendis un peu puis, toujours le sexe en érection, cherchais le moyen de sortir d'ici. Il faisait plus sombre au niveau du rideau en métal mais je trouvai rapidement le mécanisme électrique et actionnais la commande d'ouverture. Le rideau se leva avec le bruit caractéristique des portes mécaniques en métal, mais qu'importe, nos deux compères avaient maintenant les bourses à plat et je ne pensais pas qu'ils se souciaient encore de ma femme, enfin pas d'ici le temps qu'ils récupèrent. Je sortis du hangar et entrais par la porte de la chambre. Annie était sur le dos en train de se caresser l'entrejambes et les seins. Elle semblait sexuellement déchaînée et bien que mon sexe soit encore bien dur, je préférais maintenant m'éloigner de cet endroit et rejoindre au plus vite notre résidence secondaire, qui n'était plus très loin d'ici d'ailleurs. « Chérie, c'est moi » Elle s'arrêta de se caresser, se redressa, me sourit et m'attrapa pour m'embrasser. « Ca va » lui dis-je. « Ca va, ça va » me dit-elle, encore vaseuse. « Tu es un vrai coquin pour m'avoir organisé une fête comme ça » Elle parlait et agissait comme quelqu'un de drogué pour qui, une fois shooté, s'envoyer en l'air avec deux inconnus était chose normale. « Bon, on y va maintenant » lui dis-je doucement. Je retournais chercher sa robe dans la brouette, l'aidais à essuyer le sperme qu'elle avait sur elle, essuyais le surplus de végétaline qui avait fondu au contact de sa chaleur corporelle et dégoulinait de *** petit trou du cul (plus si petit que ça d'ailleurs), sur ses cuisses et l'aidais à se vêtir. Je finis de reboutonner sa robe et l'attrapais pour partir quand j'entendis une voix à l'entrée de la porte. « Tiens, tiens, on s'en va déjà s! » Je me retournais et découvris mes 2 compères accompagnés de trois autres hommes.

« Oui on part maintenant » répondis-je sèchement. « Madame n'est peut-être pas de cet avis » rétorqua Gras-double « Hein! , Madame ? ». Il s'approcha d'elle pour l'attraper par la taille mais avant qu'il ne l'ait touché, je lui envoyais un uppercut dans le ventre qui le plia en deux. Avant que j'ai pu lui donner l'estocade, ses compagnons m'attrapèrent et me maîtrisèrent sans violence. « Vous savez que nous serions en droit de porter plainte contre vous » me dit l'un d'entre eux. « Moi aussi pour le viol de ma femme » répondis-je du tac au tac « Quel viol? , madame a toujours été consentante et vous? vous étiez où? vous vous êtes barré en la laissant seule, elle s'est vengée, c'est tout. » dit Chétif « De plus, le rideau du hangar était fermé, vous l'avez ouvert. Je suppose que vous cherchiez quelque chose à voler avant de partir? » Ne pouvant dévoiler la vérité, je demandais à nouveau de nous laisser partir. « Si madame ne veut plus de nous » dit Chétif « vous pourrez y aller » En disant cela, il s'approcha d'Annie, lui passa la main sous la robe et lui pétrit le sexe. Pour mon plus grand regret, à peine vingt secondes plus tard, Annie écarta de nouveau les jambes, embrassa goulûment Chétif, lui ouvrit la braguette et sortit *** sexe encore mou pour lui caresser le bout du gland... « Baisez-moi » dit-elle en les regardant. « Attachez le avant qu'il blesse quelqu'un » dit Gras-double en me regardant avec un sourire narquois. Ce qui fut dit, fut fait et je me retrouvais rapidement ligoté sur la chaise de la chambre avec un bâillon sur la bouche. Chétif, encore rassasié appela ses amis et dit: « Elle est à vous les gars! » Les trois nouveaux lascars l'entourèrent et lui ôtèrent à nouveau ses vêtements, elle se retrouva rapidement uniquement vêtue de *** porte-jarretelles et de ses bas. Ils l'allongèrent dos sur la table. Un grand balaise, aux cheveux roux, lui écarta les cuisses, se baissa et commença à explorer l'intimité d'Annie avec sa langue, s'attardant longuement sur le clitoris qui avait maintenant la taille d'un haricot. Il lui aspirait sa liqueur d'amour dans un bruit de succion. Puis il se redressa, ouvrit sa braguette sortit *** phallus petit mais très épais, la prit par dessous les cuisses et s'introduisit en elle. Ma femme s'ouvrit à lui, à croire qu'elle avait fait cela toute sa vie. De *** côté elle n'était pas restée inactive puisque les deux autres nouveaux avaient sorti leurs queues et qu'elle s'activait avec frénésie sur elles, suçant et branlant alternativement l'une et l'autre. Le premier à lui remplir la gorge fut le petit chauve, il s'essuya la bite dans ses cheveux et alla, les couilles à l'air se reposer sur le lit. Elle avala, déglutit et reprit *** activité. Je remarquais que chétif et Gras double n'étaient plus là. Je redoutais qu'ils soient partis chercher d'autres copains à eux. Un petit bout de temps après, Rouquin déchargea à *** tour dans mon épouse, la remplissant d'une partie de lui-même qui en d'autres temps aurait pu la féconder et arrondir *** ventre. Il ne restait plus qu'un homme, typé nord-africain très longiligne qui s'activait dans sa cavité buccale. Il jouait avec ma femme, se retirant de la bouche pour qu'elle sorte sa langue afin de continuer à le sucer, frottant *** gland contre le visage, les yeux, le nez, les seins. Il s'accroupit au dessus de sa bouche et elle lui avala les deux bourses le faisant parfois grimacer de douleur. Elle lui lécha l'anus comme pour le nettoyer, tentant de lui introduire le bout de la langue dans le colon. (J'ai toujours soupçonné ma femme d'un petit fantasme lesbien, qui à priori se confirmait) La place étant libre devant, il décida de changer de jeux, il fit le tour attrapa le gode noir en passant et le donna à Annie qui se l'enfourna aussitôt dans la bouche et le suça comme une vraie bite.

Il la retourna, lui passa les deux pouces entre les fesses et les écarta. Il ajusta sa grosse bite à l'entrée du trou noir et l'encula à *** tour. Il lui ramona l'anus se retirant presque entièrement et en s'enfonçant au maximum, Annie avait l'air de bien aimer ça car elle poussait des petits feulements de plaisir. Il pénétrait lentement dans *** orifice et se retirait, il recommença plusieurs fois l'opération. Puis il se retira complètement, il regarda autour et lui et aperçu le pain de végétaline. Il alla rapidement le chercher puis s'enduisit la main droite avec. Une fois bien grasse, il passa un doigt dans le cul d'Annie, puis deux, puis trois. Annie se trémoussait. Il continua, sa main était fine et allait et venait, rentrant plus loin à chaque fois. Il prit *** temps et finit par la rentrer complètement dans le fion. On ne voyait plus que *** poignet. Il força encore un peu le passage et l'os du poignet disparut. Annie était aux Anges. On entendait ses râles « Encore, plus loin, hum! » Je n'avais jamais imaginé que mon épouse pouvait être aussi salope et lubrique. Malgré ses airs de petites bourgeoises, elle se dévoilait aujourd'hui, comme une nymphomane lubrique et perverse. Je ne pensais pas non plus qu'elle fût capable de se faire bourrer tous les orifices avec des diamètres pareils. J'imaginais déjà des fêtes dans notre mai*** où je la livrerai à mes amis pour des gangs bang endiablés. *** amant retira sa main, l'anus était tout dilaté, une canette de bière aurait pu rentrer sans problème. Il recommença l'opération mais cette fois ci dans la foufoune, la main n'entra pas aussi loin mais elle rentra. Il la travailla ainsi quelques minutes s'arrêtant de temps à autre avant qu'elle ne jouisse pas. Puis il ressortit la main, Annie avait ses deux trous complètement dilatés « Qu'est ce qu'ils foutent à côté? » dit Rouquin en entendant le rideau du hangar se lever. « T'inquiète! » dit Nord-africain, on a prévu une petite surprise. Rouquin regarda par la fenêtre du hangar et s'exclama: « Oh les cons! » Nord-africain reprit sa place dans la bouche de ma femme en maintenant sa mâchoire d'une main afin de donner la pression qu'il voulait sur sa verge et il éjacula. Il maintint la mâchoire pour s'assurer qu'elle avalerait bien toute sa semence, ce que docilement, elle fit. Il reprit le vibro et lui remis dans la bouche. D'où J'étais, je ne voyais rien, je remarquai qu'ils avaient allumé les projecteurs mais c'est tout. Nord-africain regarda ma femme et lui dit: « Aimerais-tu avoir une belle surprise ma chérie? » « Humoui, moui » répondit-elle la bouche pleine. « Alors t'excites pas sur le vibro ma poulette, si tu aimes sucer, tu vas être servi » dis Rouquin Il lui ôta le gode de la bouche l'attrapa par la main, la mit debout et dit: « Viens chérie, comme tu as été très sage, mes potes et moi, on t'a fait un cadeau de choix » Et tous les quatre passèrent la porte, éteignirent la lumière et m'enfermèrent à l'intérieur, la bite en feu. Annie n'avait plus l'air d'être sous l'emprise des médicaments et elle était au comble de l'excitation.

J'essayais en vain de me libérer. J'entendais uniquement des voix, des rires et le rideau métallique se refermer, mais ne voyais plus ce qui se passait. « Allez vas-y » « Allez un petit effort, ton mari sera fier de toi, hé hé » « Là c'est bien » etc. etc... A l'aide du bout de mes pieds, bien que ligotés j'arrivais lentement à faire glisser la chaise sur le sol et j'avançais ainsi, petit à petit, vers la fenêtre. Encore un effort à faire et j'y étais. Je m'installais le plus confortablement possible et suis stupéfait de ce que je découvris. C'était tout bonnement aberrant. Elle est assise sur un tabouret devant le sexe énorme d'un poney de bonne taille qui commençait à bander. A coté d'elle se tenait Rouquin qui lui tenait les mains autour du sexe de la bête. Elle avait du effectivement retrouver ses esprits car elle rechignait à branler le quadrupède. Voyant cela, Rouquin la souleva et s'assit sur le tabouret Il brandit fièrement *** phallus revigoré par la scène et sans qu'elle ait eu le temps de protester se l'enfila sur le bout de la queue pour la seconde fois. Annie se secoua, essaya sans beaucoup de conviction de s'échapper, mais rouquin la tint fermement. Il lui caressait alternativement les seins et le clitoris. Peu à peu, l'excitation et le désir prirent le dessus elle cessa de s'agiter sauf pour mieux s'empaler sur *** amant. Excitée par Rouquin et les recommandations qu'il lui prodiguait à l'oreille, c'est elle seule qui timidement attrapa le phallus du poney à deux mains et commença à le masturber. Le poney avait la taille d'un petit cheval avec des attributs plus que représentatifs. Ma femme savait vraiment y faire avec les bites, la bête était maintenant en pleine érection. *** sexe devait mesurer au moins 60 centimètres de long, pour un diamètre de sept à huit centimètres. Les autres routiers maintenaient la bête qui essayait de grimper sur ma femme comme sur une jument. Annie se faisait toujours usiner par *** amant, il lui parla à l'oreille, elle ouvrit la bouche en grand et présenta le gland du poney sur ses lèvres. « Bravo » crièrent les routiers, heureux d'arriver à leurs fins « Quelle truie à bite celle là, c'est la première fois que je vois une salope pareille » dit l'un. « T'as rai***, quel panard cette nana » répondit l'autre. Elle fit lentement pénétrer la bête dans sa cavité buccale et constatant que cela ne lui posait pas de problèmes, enfonça le pénis ****** plus loin dans sa gorge. Annie avait englouti une bonne dizaine de centimètre et avait commencé un long va et vient, sa bouche était complètement remplie. Rapidement le poney eu des soubresauts et éjacula dans la gorge et sur le visage de ma femme. Ne pouvant avaler assez rapidement, le sperme giclait à la commissure des lèvres et coulait sur le menton. « Y ***t rapides ces bestiaux » dit l'un des hommes. Elle avala le plus de sperme qu'elle pouvait, il était beaucoup plus abondant que le nôtre et semblait beaucoup plus liquide. Elle avait l'air de beaucoup aimer cela et ne voulait plus lâcher la bite du bourrin. Annie n'était pas loin d'un autre orgasme, la sentant venir, Rouquin se retira de sa chatte et dit : « Attend ma belle, soit pas si pressée, on a une, enfin, deux autres surprises »

Pendant que les autres acolytes emmenaient le poney vidé, Gras-double attrapa Annie et la posa à quatre pattes sur le bout de la table. Je me demandais ce qu'ils allaient encore lui faire subir comme cochonnerie? Rouquin, la quéquette toujours en érection, monta sur la table devant elle, se mit à genoux et présenta sa bitte, Annie s'en saisit d'une main et lui administra une pipe magistrale. Un second poney fut amené et Gras-double le masturba pour le durcir. Une fois la bite bien raide, Chétif vint lui donner un coup de main. Il attrapa le poney par la crinière et l'approcha lentement. Il lui fit mettre les sabots avant sur la table, les pattes avant de chaque côté d'Annie. Gras-double frotta le gland du poney contre la vulve ouverte de ma femme. Sentant le sexe tout prêt, elle donnait de petit coup de rein en arrière pour en profiter. La croupe d'Annie était offerte, elle creusait le dos et écartait grand les cuisses. Gras-double écarta les lèvres ruisselantes et roses qui ne demandaient qu'à se refermer sur le phallus du petit cheval. Il frotta à nouveau le gland gorgé de désir sur la vulve, Gras-double jouait avec ma femme et le cheval sentant que chacun d'entre eux voulait appartenir l'un à l'autre. Il plaça le gland bien à l'entrée, entre les deux lèvres tout en continuant à branler le phallus. Puis petit à petit, à chaque fois qu'il masturbait le poney vers le vagin, il enfonçait d'un centimètre le sexe monstrueux de la bête. Ma femme essayait d'écarter encore plus les cuisses mais elle était vraiment au maximum, elle reculait de plus en plus sa croupe. Les hommes eux s'étaient regroupés devant *** visage et ils lui remplissaient la bouche à tour de rôle en la patouillant de partout. Ses seins furent malaxés, pétrit, sucés, aspirés. « Et si on allait chercher le mari qu'il profite un peu du spectacle » dit Chétif « Oh! oui » dit Gras-double « C'est même lui qui va faire enfiler sa pétasse par la bête » Sans attendre deux lascars ouvrirent le rideau et vinrent me chercher. Essayant de partir rapidement de la fenêtre, je basculais et m'étalais avec la chaise sur le sol. La lumière jaillit et ils me découvrirent par terre une grosse bosse dans le pantalon. « Mais c'est qu'il matait, le coquin » dit le Chauve « Regarde ça, il bande comme un âne » répond le Nord-africain. Ils me relevèrent, me détachèrent et m'emmenèrent à côté du poney. Gras-double lâcha la bite du cheval pour me la mettre dans la main. « Fais gaffe, si tu ne le guides pas par le sexe, il va la perforer » me dit-il en me parlant du cheval J'attrapais donc le sexe de la bête, autant pour que mon épouse ne soit pas blessée, que parce que j'avais envie de participer à l'orgie. Annie ne s'était même pas aperçu que c'était moi qui guidais l'opération. Le poney bougeait beaucoup et je dus le contenir afin qu'il n'entre pas d'un seul coup dans *** nid d'amour. Quinze bons centimètres étaient maintenant enfoncés, quinze centimètres qui sortaient et entraient au rythme du poney. Ma femme était comme folle, elle dégoulinait tant elle mouillait, ses sécrétions lui coulaient le long des cuisses, je sentis que le plaisir allait la submerger dans peu de temps Le poney la baisait et donnait la cadence. Je caressais les seins de ma femme de mon autre main. Contre toute prudence, je lâchais le cheval et profitant que la bouche de ma femme était disponible, j'ouvrais ma braguette, grimpais sur la table et investis sa cavité pour me soulager. Elle m'aspira littéralement, j'eus l'impression qu'elle allait me soutirer le sperme avant même que j'ai éjaculé. C'est le cheval qui partit le premier, d'un coup de rein qui fit avancer Annie, il remplit ma femelle de sa purée. La quantité lui gonfla la chatte et déborda de chaque coté. Les hommes enlevèrent rapidement le second poney et en présentèrent un troisième. Il l'avait déjà excité et il était prêt à l'action. Il prit la place de *** prédécesseur sur la table. Nord-africain prit le sexe de la troisième bête avec une satisfaction non dissimulé. Avec le pain de Végétaline, il lui enduisit le sexe et l'avança vers le cul d'Annie. Il écarta les fesses de sa main gauche et présenta le gland à entrée de l'anus. Il procéda par petites touches, attentif au moindre cri et à la moindre crispation de ma femme. *** but n'était visiblement pas de lui faire mal mais bien de lui procurer du plaisir. Au bout de quelques minutes, Annie avait plus de vingt centimètres de bite dans le cul et d'après sa réaction, se faire enculer par un cheval lui plaisait énormément. Au bout d'un moment c'est le cheval qui dicta sa cadence, J'avais l'impression qu'il s'enfonçait de plus en plus. Il éjacula avec un bruit nasal et de nombreux soubresauts, Annie prît *** pied en même temps que *** amant cheval, elle hurla de plaisir. Je lui inondais la bouche à mon tour, lui attrapais les cheveux et la pénétrais jusqu'au fond de la gorge tant mon excitation était grande.

On retira le poney, Annie s'affala sur la table: La tension était tombée et tous les désirs assouvis. Le silence revint, un silence pesant. Je ne savais plus vraiment comment me comporter, ni avec ma femme, ni avec ses amants. A priori les autres étaient tous dans le même cas. Contrairement à ce que je croyais je remarquais que tous les désirs n'étaient pas assouvis: Le chauve était encore en érection. Je saisis l'opportunité et dis à mon épouse: « Tu ne pourrais pas faire quelque chose pour lui? » « Bien sur mon amour » me répondit ma femme, l'air radieuse. Et les autres se mirent à m'applaudir, et à me taper dans le dos. « Allez viens, ramène-toi, on te paie une bière » me dirent-ils. Pendant que nous remettions nos vêtements, Annie se remit à quatre pattes devant le Chinois qui n'en pouvant plus lâcha la sauce aussitôt qu'il l'encula. (Décidément *** cul avait beaucoup de succès) Une fois toutes les couilles vidées et les tenues remises en ordre, Annie me demanda d'aller chercher une autre toilette dans la valise pendant qu'elle prenait sa douche. Les autres ramenèrent les poneys au champ et nous nous donnions tous rendez-vous au bar de l'auberge. J'allais à la voiture, prenais quelques rechanges et retrouvais ma femme dans la chambre, elle avait fini de se laver et s'essuyait. « Tout est propre et récuré » me dit-elle, honteuse « Tu peux vérifier si tu veux. Tu sais, je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris, j'étais sur un petit nuage et quand j'ai réalisé ce que je faisais, il était déjà bien trop tard » Et des larmes coulèrent de ses joues. « Ne t'inquiètes pas ma chérie, je ne t'en veux pas, bien au contraire, si cela t'a plus, nous aborderons notre sexualité d'une façon plus coquine » lui répondis-je en souriant *** sexe était encore tout gonflé mais plus rien ne dégoulinait, ni devant, ni derrière. « Habilles-toi maintenant » lui dis-je Elle s'exécuta, elle remit *** redresse-seins, enfila le body en dentelle rouge qui ne cachait pas grand-chose de sa poitrine et ajusta la mini-jupe en cuir rouge que je lui tendis. « Pas de slip? » me dit-elle « Pourquoi faire » lui rétorquai-je! Elle m'embrassa langoureusement et nous partîmes rejoindre le restant de la troupe. En rentrant dans l'auberge Annie eu malgré tout le droit à des sifflets admiratifs. Annie se campa sur un tabouret de bar les jambes bien écartées vers la clientèle qui ne la connaissait pas. « On pourra se revoir » demanda Gras-double « Bien sûr » répondis-je d'autorité sans laisser le choix à mon épouse, ce qui de toute façon n'aurait pas changé la réponse. Chacun nota l'adresse de l'autre et chacun reprit *** chemin. Ma voiture était la plus loin. Je passai la main sur le cul d'Annie puis lui relevai la jupe pour lui peloter le cul et sentir sa peau. Elle marchait les jambes un peu écartées. « Tu as mal » lui dis-je « Ca me chauffe un peu, surtout l'anus, mais c'est tenable et ça va se passer » me dit-elle. J'entendis des bruits de pas, me retournai pour apercevoir Gras-double qui nous rejoignait rapidement. « Attendez, je vais à mon camion, on finit le chemin ensemble » Il nous rattrapa. Voyant que je tenais ma femme par la fesse, il nous demanda : « Je peux tenir votre femme aussi » « Oui bien sûr » répondis-je. Il se mit de l'autre coté, releva la jupe et attrapa *** autre fesse et nous allâmes ainsi jusqu'à *** camion qui était juste devant notre voiture. Arrivés entre le camion et notre voiture, je pris Annie par la taille, la plaquait contre moi en lui relevant la jupe.

Je l'embrassais furieusement et montrais du doigt *** cul à Gras-double qui comprit le message. Il lui écarta les jambes et caressa sa féminité. « Oh! Non pas encore » dit ma femme en se dégageant du baiser. Mais je ne lui laissais pas le choix, je l'enlaçais fermement et repris sa bouche. Gras-double sortit *** phallus de nouveau gorgé de désir, l'ajusta au niveau de l'anus et encula de nouveau Annie (ça devenait vraiment une habitude) Au bout de quelques minutes je lâchai Annie et dit à *** amant: « Attend, on change de coté » Il acquiesça, je retournais Annie qui était sur le chemin d'un nouvel orgasme, ouvris ma braguette, sortis ma verge et sodomisais ma femme pour la première fois de ma vie. Gras-double l'embrassait maintenant, il la prit sous les cuisses et lui enfila le minou. Nous sentions nos verges respectivement au travers des chairs qui séparaient le sexe de l'anus. Sans mot se dire, nous nous accordâmes sur la cadence. Nous la baisions en chœur et en pleine coordination. Sentant mon plaisir monter, je me calmais un peu attendant les signes précurseurs de la jouissance des autres partenaires. Gras-double fit de même afin d'attendre Annie. Dès qu'elle commença à jouir, nous reprîmes la cadence et eurent tous trois un plaisir intense. Nous attendîmes que nos sexes ramollissent et que les muscles intimes de ma femme nous chassent de *** corps. Nous nous essuyâmes avec du papier sopalin et réintégrèrent nos véhicules. Puis nous reprîmes la route.
Je ne regrette pas cette journée qui nous a ouvert les yeux sur d'autres plaisirs. Cela a effectivement modifié le cours de notre vie et apporté beaucoup d'autres aventures que j'écrirai peut-être un jour si cela vous intéresse. Un dernier petit conseil, Si vous êtes un homme et que vous n'avez jamais essayé la sodomie, faites-le c'est super. Pour les femmes, cela dépend, certaines adorent, d'autres non. Mais comme pour juger, il faut avoir essayé...

histoire de femmes



Je suis une femme de quarante cinq ans, assez bien foutue avec quelques rondeurs qui ne me dérangent pas du tout, une poitrine assez imposante d'un bon 95 D, depuis mon divorce je vis seule dans un petit pavillon d'une ville bretonne. Mes enfants étant mariés, je partage mon temps entre mes loisirs et mon travail.
A propos de mon travail, je travaille dans un cabinet d'experts comptable, nous sommes quinze femmes pour un seul homme qui se trouve être le patron. Nous travaillons chacune dans un bureau fermé par des vitres ce qui nous isole phonétiquement mais pas visuellement.
Pour ce qui est de ma vie affective et sexuelle, c'est le calme plat. Ayant toujours été fidèle à mon mari je ne ressens pas encore le besoin de sexe surtout, et surtout pas dans le genre de relation ou je me suis laissée entraîner.
Un jour, une de mes collègue me demande de l'aider pour emmener quelques documents aux archives. Il est pratiquement l'heure de terminer mon travail, je suis donc un peu réticente mais j'accepte quand même. En montant l'escalier pour nous y rendre, mes yeux se trouvent à hauteur des fesses de cette femme et je me rends compte que sous sa mini jupe je peux distinguer les formes de *** string. Nous commençons le rangement tout en discutant de choses et d'autres mais après plusieurs minutes, la conversation dévie petit à petit vers le sexe et sachant que je vis seule , elle me demande:
- les nuits ne ***t pas trop longues toute seule?
- non, je n'ai jamais été une bête de sexe
- moi je ne pourrais pas rester sans relations sexuelles plus de deux ou trois jours
- pourtant, tu vis toujours seule, tu n'as pas trouver l'homme qui te convienne?
- tu sais, je préfère la compagnie de femmes, les hommes ne m'intéressent pas: ça te choque?
- non ça ne me dérange pas du moment que toi et tes partenaires y trouvent du plaisir
- dois je comprendre que si j'essayais avec toi, ça ne te dérangerait pas?
- je n'ai jamais eu de relation avec une autre femme et cela ne m'intéresse pas du tout
Et tout en s'approchant de moi elle me dit:
- on dirait que notre conversation t'excite j'ai l'impression que tes seins vont transpercer ton soutien gorge et ton chemisier
A ce moment elle pose sa main sur mon chemisier et commence à me caresser les seins. Il est vrai que malgré mon semblant de réticence mes seins pointent fièrement et je sens l'excitation monter en moi à vitesse grand v. Elle continue de me caresser et me dit:
- tu n'as pas l'air très farouche, on pourrait bien s'entendre toutes les deux
A ce moment, elle passe *** autre main sous mon collant et ma culotte et se dirige tout droit sur mon clitoris qu'elle excite aussitôt. Mes jambes ont du mal a me porter, je suis coincée contre une étagère et je me laisse ainsi fouiller la chatte qui maintenant est complètement trempée. Je sens que je ne vais pas tarder à jouir, je suis divinement bien, je ne pensais pas qu'une femme puisse m'exciter à ce point. Mais tout à coup ,elle stoppe net ses caresses et me dit:
- tu ne dois pas jouir, je dois te dire que mon plaisir c'est de dominer mes partenaires, si tu acceptes de jouer avec moi, demain en arrivant au travail tu me remettras ton sous tif et ta culotte et à partir de ce jour, je ne veux plus que tu portes de sous vêtements. Tu peux partir, je n'ai plus besoin de tes services
La nuit suivante, je n'ai pas beaucoup dormi, cette idée d'être soumise me faisait peur et m'excitait en même temps. En m'habillant le matin, je décide de ne pas mettre de sous vêtements. Je me rends à mon travail et dans la matinée je vais dans le bureau de Dominique, ma collègue et je lui remet discrètement mes sous vêtements, elle les déplie sur *** bureau et porte ma culotte à ses narines. Je suis rouge de honte, si quelqu'un arrivait.
- ne rougis pas tu viens d'accepter ta nouvelle vie de soumise, je pense que je vais bien m'amuser avec une salope de ton genre. Voici mon adresse, tu passeras chez moi ce soir.
La journée me paru une éternité, j'étais partagée entre l'excitation et l'appréhension. Après mon travail, je me rends directement chez Dominique. Je ***ne et après quelques instants, elle m'ouvre la porte et me dit sèchement:
-entres, vas dans le salon et fous toi à poil.
Je me dirige vers le salon et je commence à me déshabiller à nouveau je me sens excitée. Mon chemisier et ma jupe se retrouvent au sol, je ne suis plus vêtue que de mes escarpins, Dominique me regarde, me jauge comme si j'étais une marchandise qu'elle avait envie d'acheter
-ça te plais de te foutres à poil devant moi, tes seins pointent déjà et je suis sure que ta chatte est trempée, ça promet de belles aventures.
A ce moment, elle passe sa main sur mon sexe et me fait lécher ses doigts mouillés, elle me laisse quelques instants et revient avec une toile cirée, de la mousse à raser et un rasoir; elle étend la toile cirée sur le sol.
-Allonges toi sur le dos et écartes bien tes cuisses, je vais te raser, je te veux parfaitement lisse.
J'exécute ses ordres, elle commence à me raser et après quelques minutes je n'ai plus aucun poils sur le sexe.
- Tu es une vraie fontaine, tu mouilles comme une chienne, mets toi à quatre pattes je vais aussi te raser entre tes fesses.
Au bout de quelques minutes, elle me dit:
- Voila tu es parfaitement lisse, comme j'aime, vas dans la salle de bain, tu pourras te regarder dans la glace, tu verras comme tu es mignonne ainsi. Profites en pour prendre une douche et reviens dans le salon ensuite
Après quelques minutes, je reviens dans le salon, Dominique est assise sur le canapé, elle est complètement nue
- alors comment te trouves tu?
- c'est assez bizarre, c'est la première fois que je suis rasée ainsi.
- il faudra t'habituer, car désormais je te veux toujours ainsi. Maintenant, approches toi, tu vas me faire jouir avec ta bouche, allez salope lèches moi bien la chatte et tu avales toute ma mouille.
- Mais je n'ai jamais fait ça.
- tu n'as pas le choix, tu as accepté d'être soumise, tu dois exécuter mes ordres et dépêches toi.
Elle écarte ses jambes, je me met à genoux entre ses cuisses et je commence à lui lécher le sexe, je dois avouer que cela m'excite et d'une main je me caresse la chatte mais tout à coup elle s'aperçoit que je me branle.
- laisses ta chatte sale pute je t'interdis de te branler, c'est moi qui vais jouir, toi tu n'as pas le droit.
Après quelques minutes, je sens qu'elle se crispe, elle m'attrape les cheveux et me maintient la tète entre ses cuisses, elle coule abondamment, j'avale tout et je trouve *** goût délicieux. Après avoir bien jouit , elle m'ordonne de me rhabiller et de m'en aller....

Une semaine s'est écoulée depuis le soir ou je suis allée chez DOMINIQUE et depuis je ne l'ai revu que dans le cadre du travail , juste un "bonjour" le matin et rien de plus. Je me dis que celle qui se dit être une amante maîtresse, ne l'est en fait pas tant que cela.
En ce matin de décembre, il fait froid et je me décide donc à mettre un string sous une jupe assez ample ainsi qu'un soutien gorge sous un pull lui aussi assez ample bien que très échancré, une paire de bas, des escarpins avec des talons assez hauts et pour finir un manteau. Me voici prête pour me rendre à mon travail. Au beau milieu de la matinée, DOMINIQUE entre dans mon bureau et, sur un ton très sec, me dit:
-Bonjour, viens avec moi aux archives, je voudrais vérifier quelque chose.
Je me dis qu'elle a du s'apercevoir que je portais des sous vêtements et je crois avoir trouvé une bonne excuse quand je lui dis:
-Attends moi un instant, je dois aller aux toilettes
-Non viens immédiatement, une salope comme toi, doit pouvoir se retenir de pisser.
Je la suis donc et nous nous rendons aux archives. Elle ouvre la porte, me laisse entrer la première et referme à clef derrière nous.
-Déshabilles toi, j'ai l'impression que tu n'as pas respecté certains de tes engagements.
Je commence à ôter mes vêtements, d'abord mon pull et ensuite ma jupe. je n'ai plus sur moi que mes sous vêtements, mes bas et mes escarpins.
-C'est bien ce que je pensais, tu n'as pas respecter notre pacte, je t'avais ordonné de ne plus mettre de sous tif ni de string. je veux voir tes mamelles pointer sous tes fringues et je veux pouvoir accéder à ta chatte sans être génée par un string.
A ce moment, elle sort un couteau de sa poche et coupe les bretelles de mon sous tif ainsi que l'élastique de mon string. Mes sous vêtements se retrouvent à terre.
-Habilles toi. Ce soir tu me rejoindras dans ma voiture, je dois te punir. Elle ramasse mes sous vêtements et les met dans sa poche.
Je remets mes effets et redescends à mon bureau . Toute la journée , je suis excitée, je sens mon entre jambes qui s'humidifie à chaque fois que je pense à ma nouvelle vie de soumise.
Le soir arrive, il fait nuit, je quitte mon travail et je me rends aussitôt à la voiture de DOMINIQUE qui est garée sur le parking de l'entreprise. En entrant à l'intérieur, je sens une vague de chaleur qui m'envahit. je le lui fais remarquer aussitôt.
-Quelle chaleur, c'est intenable tellement il fait chaud dans ta voiture.
-C'est vrai, mais si tu as trop chaud, tu peux te déshabiller.
-Tu as rai***, je vais enlever mon manteau.
-Non tu n'as pas compris, déssapes toi complètement.
-Je ne peux pas me mettre nue ici, pas sur le parking de l'entreprise.
-Il va falloir que tu arrêtes de discuter mes ordres, tu dois faire ce que je t'ordonne et à chaque fois que tu discuteras, tu seras punie. C'est clair?
J'ôte donc mon pull et ma jupe, je sens à nouveau l'excitation monter en moi. Dominique passe sa main entre mes cuisses et trouve mon sexe humide
-Tu vois salope ça t'excite de te foutre à poil, tu es déjà trempée.
Nous partons pour une destination que je ne connais pas mais je m'aperçois très vite que nous allons vers le centre ville. Tout à coup elle me dit:
-Mets tes pieds sur le tableau de bord et écartes bien tes cuisse. Caresses toi la chatte et n'oublie pas ton petit trou.
J'ai compris que je ne devais plus discuter, je commence à me caresser. Avec une main je malaxe mon clitoris et avec l'autre je chatouille ma rondelle. Le plaisir monte en moi et je commence à gémir. Je ne ressens plus aucune gène à m'exhiber ainsi devant DOMINIQUE. Nous sommes arrivées en plein centre ville, beaucoup de monde rentre de leur travail et DOMINIQUE se fait un plaisir de laisser passer les gens sur les passages cloutés. A un moment, nous sommes en double file, un camion est à ma droite et DOMINIQUE en profite pour klaxonner, l'homme qui est au volant se tourne vers la voiture et voyant le spectacle que je lui offre, il baisse sa glace et crie.

-Je peux vous accompagner? vous allez ou?
Ma collègue baisse la glace qui se trouve de mon coté et lui crie:
-Non car la salope qui est à coté de moi est pour l'instant en apprentissage. Une autre fois peut être.
La voiture redémarre, nous prenons maintenant la direction de la foret. Encore quelques kilomètres et nous nous engageons dans un petit chemin. Pendant tout le trajet, je n'ai pas cesser de me caresser. Tout à coup, la voiture s'arrête, DOMINIQUE se tourne vers moi:
-Tu t'es bien amusée? tu as toujours aussi chaud?
-Je n'avais jamais connu cela mais j'avoue que c'est très excitant de se caresser en sachant qu'à chaque moment quelqu'un peut nous voir et c'est vrai qu'il fait de plus en plus chaud.
-Ce n'est pas qu'il fasse plus chaud mais tu es tellement excitée que ta température a encore monté. Pour te rafraîchir, tu vas descendre de la voiture et marcher devant.
Je ne réponds pas, je descends de la voiture et je marche. Le froid me saisit, mes tétons pointent tellement il fait froid . Je continue encore quelques mètres uniquement vêtue de mes bas et mes escarpins . DOMINIQUE est restée dans la voiture qui me suit tous feux allumés. Tout à-coup, elle baisse sa glace et me crie
- Arrêtes de marcher, tournes toi, écartes bien tes jambes et caresses toi à nouveau.
Ma main se dirige vers mon sexe et après quelques instants à chatouiller mon clitoris je sens mon entre jambes qui s'humidifie à nouveau. DOMINIQUE descends de la voiture et vient vers moi. Elle me regarde et passe ses mains sur mon corps, la douceur de cette carresse m'excite.
-Allonges toi sur le capot et écartes bien tes jambes, tu en as bien profité mais maintenant, c'est moi qui vais m'amuser.
Je suis affalée sur le capot, les bras et les jambes écartés. Elle me caresse les seins, me tord les tétons et descend ensuite vers mon sexe. Tout à coup, elle fait entrer trois doigts dans mon sexe trempé et commence des va et vient violents je me laisse aller, je sens que je vais jouir mais tout à coup cette caresse s'arrête.
-Tournes toi, je veux voir ton cul tu t'es déjà fait enculer?
-Non
-Quel honneur pour moi je vais te dépuceler de ce coté.
A ce moment elle sort un gode énorme de *** sac et sans aucune attention, elle me l'enfonce entre les fesses. Je hurle de douleur, j'ai l'impression d'être écartelée.
- Tu peux crier, per***ne ne t'entendra.
Elle commence à faire bouger cet énorme sexe dans mon cul qui se dilate petit à petit, la douleur s'estompe pour faire place au plaisir. J'apprécie finalement de me faire défoncer le cul. Après une dizaine de minutes de ce traitement, DOMINIQUE s'arrête, elle me pousse et prend ma place sur le capot de la voiture, elle soulève sa jupe et là, je m'aperçois qu'elle ne porte pas de culotte, elle me dit:
- Viens me lécher la chatte, maintenant c'est à toi de me faire jouir.
J'approche ma bouche de *** sexe et je commence à lui lécher le clitoris, je ne suis pas une experte mais je sens que la respiration de DOMINIQUE s'accélère et au bout de quelques minutes elle attrape mes cheveux et me plaque la bouche sur *** sexe. Elle crie à *** tour de jouissance. Après avoir repris ses esprits, elle me repousse et me dit:
-Tu es une bonne chienne tu as réussi ton examen de passage, tu as réussi à me faire jouir. Allez en voiture, je dois rentrer.
Nous partons en voiture, je cherche mes vêtements mais elle m'interrompt
-Restes nue, tu vas te réchauffer en te caressant.
Tout le long du retour, je me caresse sans aucune pudeur, je suis heureuse.
Nous arrivons sur le parking de l'entreprise ou je dois reprendre ma voiture, je vais pour m'habiller avant de descendre mais elle me dit.
-Je n'ai pas de temps à perdre, descends à poil, tu t'habilleras dans ta voiture et surtout jusqu'à notre prochaine rencontre, je t'interdis de te faire jouir.
Je descends entièrement nue de la voiture pour monter immédiatement dans la mienne. Je m'habille, je suis heureuse mais en même temps frustrée de ne pas avoir joui. J'attends déjà avec impatience notre prochaine escapade .

Ce matin du mois de janvier, je ne travaille pas et j'en profite pour traîner un peu plus longtemps au lit. Je vois le jour pointer au travers des rideaux. Des pensées érotiques me traversent l'esprit, je pense à ma nouvelle vie de soumise il y a encore quelques temps, je n'aurais jamais pensé vivre une chose pareille et pourtant cela me plaît, cette femme m'a comme envoûté. Rien que de penser à tout cela, je sens que ma petite chatte s'humidifie, je ne peux me retenir de passer une main sur mon entre jambe et effectivement mon sexe est déjà trempé. J'effleure mon clitoris et je commence à me faire plaisir. Tout à coup le téléphone ***ne, je suis obligée d'interrompre ma petite séance de masturbation. Qui peut bien m'appeler à cette heure? Il n'est que huit heure, je prends le combiné qui est à coté de mon lit , je reconnais aussitôt la voix de ma nouvelle amie DOMINIQUE
- Bonjour ma chérie, que fais tu ce matin?

Elle m'a appelé " ma chérie " c'est sans doute la première fois qu'elle me dit cela depuis le début de notre relation.
- Bonjour DOMINIQUE , je n'ai rien de spécial de prévu.
- Très bien, moi j'ai prévu quelque chose pour toi. Viens me rejoindre à la mai*** le plus vite possible.
- D'accord, je serai chez toi dans une heure environ car pour l'instant, je suis au lit, je dois prendre mon petit déjeuner, faire ma toilette et m'habiller.
- Je veux que tu sois chez moi le plus vite possible, ne fais pas de toilette, tu la feras chez moi et ne t'habilles pas, nous gagnerons du temps, prends juste un petit déjeuner.
- Je ne peux pas aller chez toi comme ça, je suis entièrement nue,
- Tu n'a pas à discuter, c'est simple, tu viens à poil à la mai***,
Je n'ai pas le temps de répondre que déjà, elle a raccroché.

Je reste encore quelques instants étendue sur mon lit, cette conversation au téléphone n'a eu pour effet que de m'exciter encore plus. Je passe à nouveau ma main sur mon sexe, je suis tellement excitée que je recommence à me caresser, j'écarte mes jambes au maximum et d'une main je frictionne mon clitoris et de l'autre je caresse l'entrée de ma grotte, j'entre même deux doigts dans ma chatte baveuse et je les fais aller et venir de plus en plus vite. Après quelques minutes de ce traitement, je suis sur le point de jouir mais je décide de stopper net cette séance afin de rester excitée pour me rendre chez mon amie. Je me lève, je prends mon petit déjeuner très vite. Maintenant que je suis sur le point de partir, je me demande bien comment je vais me rendre chez DOMINIQUE entièrement nue. Je dois prendre ma voiture dans le garage, traverser une bonne partie de la ville avant d'arriver chez elle. Je n'ai pas le choix, j'y vais. Arrivée dans le garage, je démarre la voiture, j'ouvre la porte, je sors mon véhicule mais je suis obligée de ressortir de la voiture pour fermer la porte , la haie de sapins qui entoure la mai*** me cache bien des regards. Le parcours en ville se passe plutôt bien, je ne rencontre pas beaucoup de monde sur mon trajet et je roule assez rapidement pour ne pas être vue. J'arrive maintenant chez DOMINIQUE, le portail de sa propriété est ouvert, je rentre, j'arrête ma voiture, je descends et parcours les quelques mètres qui me séparent de la mai***, je ***ne, après quelques instants qui me paraissent interminables, DOMINIQUE m'ouvre enfin la porte.

- Entres, est ce le froid ou le fait de te promener nue qui fait que tes tétons pointent si fièrement?
- Je crois que c'est le froid.
-Moi je pense plutôt que ça t'excite de te promener à poil et je suis sure que tu es déjà trempée.
Et elle passe sa main sur mon sexe qui effectivement est déjà bien humide.
- Tu vois je le savais allez vas t'asseoir au salon.
Je m'installe sur le fauteuil et DOMINIQUE s'assoit sur le canapé en face de moi et me dit:
- Alors tu vois ce n'est pas si compliqué de se promener à poil en ville un samedi matin et en plus ça t'excite, tu es une jolie salope mais pour avoir discuté mes ordres, je vais te punir et en plus je remarque que les poils de ton sexe ont repoussé, tu n'est même pas capable de t'épiler. Approches toi de moi.
Je me lève et me place devant elle.
-Écartes tes jambes, tout ton rasage est à refaire.
Elle prend dans ses mains quelques poils de mon bas ventre en m'attirant vers elle, cela me fait mal, j'ai l'impression quelle va me les arracher. Elle se lève sans lâcher cette touffe de poil et me ***** à la suivre.
- Suis moi je vais te donner la punition que tu mérites et là crois moi ton excitation va surement s'atténuer tant la douleur va être terrible ensuite je te raserais à nouveau.
Nous montons un escalier, elle ouvre une porte, je suis toujours fermement maintenue par les poils de mon sexe. Je découvre un grenier dont le sol est couvert d'une moquette. Toute la charpente est apparente. Elle m'emmène dans le milieu de cette pièce, prend une corde, m'attache les poignets et me suspend à une poutre. Elle va ensuite chercher une barre d'écartement me la pose aux chevilles et la tend au maximum, je suis carrément écartelée
- Voila grosse salope tu es prête pour ta punition.
Elle commence a me donner quelques claques sur les fesses et sur les seins elle prend entre ses doigts mes deux tétons et les pince fortement, j'ai mal mais elle les tord dans tous les sens et les étire. je commence à hurler de douleur et plus je hurle plus elle tire sur mes seins tout en rigolant. Elle lâche enfin mes tétons, ils ***t tout rouges, elle sort ensuite un martinet qui était placé sur une poutre et revient vers moi.
- Je vais te passer l'envie de discuter mes ordres.
Les premiers coups de martinet frappent mon dos et mes fesses, je ne sais combien de coups tombent sur moi mais la douleur est intense, je crie de douleur mais DOMINIQUE continue sans relâche de me punir.
-Tu peux hurler ma chérie, per***ne ne t'entendra.
Elle tourne autour de moi et commence à me frapper les seins déjà meurtris par la séance de tout à l'heure, des marques rouges apparaissent bientôt sur ma peau. Les coups ***t maintenant dirigés vers mon entre jambe et lacèrent mon sexe offert. Après plusieurs minutes, mon supplice cesse enfin, mon corps est couvert de stries rouges. DOMINIQUE s'est maintenant adoucie elle me caresse le corps avec tendresse même avec amour.
-Tu es encore plus belle comme ça, plus excitante avec toutes ces marques, on voit que tu es vraiment ma petite esclave chérie.
Et là, elle se met à me lécher les seins, après la douleur, le réconfort, je suis bien dans cet état de soumise . Elle va ensuite chercher un appareil photo et elle prend plusieurs cliché de mon corps meurtri.
-C'est pour ma collection per***nelle comme ça en regardant ces photos tu seras toujours avec moi. Maintenant je vais te raser
Elle étale de la mousse sur mon bas ventre et ensuite commence *** rasage, après quelques minutes, je suis à nouveau toute lisse et elle en profite pour reprendre quelques clichés de mon sexe imberbe. Elle me détache, enfin ma punition est terminée et nous redescendons au salon.
-Assieds toi sur le fauteuil et écartes bien tes jambes, j'ai une surprise pour toi.
Au bout de quelques minutes, la ***nette retentit. Je me mets debout pour aller me cacher je ne sais ou mais à ce moment, DOMINIQUE me prend par le bras et me rasseoit dans le fauteuil
- Je t'interdis de bouger et gardes bien tes jambes écartées, c'est ta surprise qui arrive ......

Je suis donc assise dans un fauteuil, complètement nue, pendant que Dominique va ouvrir la porte, après m'avoir ordonné de rester les jambes bien écartées et les bras le long du corps. J'entends une autre voix dans l'entrée, une voix de femme que je crois reconnaitre. Elles arrivent toutes les deux dans le salon et là, stupeur, la femme qui accompagne Dominique n'est autre que Véronique, la femme de mon patron. Véronique est une jolie femme, brune, d'environ quarante ans. Elle est vêtue d'un chemisier blanc légèrement transparent qui laisse voir un soutien-gorge également blanc qui renferme une volumineuse poitrine et une jupe assez courte. Pour couronner le tout, elle est perchée sur des escarpins avec des talons vertigineux. Je remarque qu'elle tient une petite mallette, Dominique fait les présentations :

— « Regarde, Véronique, je te présente celle que ton mari pense avoir comme employée modèle. En fait, c'est une salope en chaleur qui ne pense qu'au sexe et à s'exhiber en tous lieux et en toutes circonstances. Je suis en train de l'éduquer et je suis sûre que d'être exhibée ainsi, devant nous, elle mouille déjà ! »

Et au même moment, elle passe un doigt sur mon sexe qui, il est vrai, est complètement trempé. Elles s'asseyent toutes les deux sur un fauteuil situé en face de moi, Véronique pose la mallette à ses pieds. Pendant quelques minutes, elles discutent de choses et d'autres, sans vraiment s'occuper de moi, mais tout a coup, Dominique s'adresse a moi :

— « Mets-toi debout et viens te placer en face de nous, en écartant tes jambes au maximum ! »

Je m'exécute aussitôt.

— « Mets tes mains sur ta tête, qu'on puisse t'examiner. Regarde, Véronique, comment la trouves-tu ? »
— « C'est vrai qu'elle n'est pas mal foutue, elle devrait plaire à mon mari, ainsi qu'a ses amis, pas trop de cellulite, juste les nichons qui tombent légèrement, elle a le sexe bien lisse, par contre, elle a des traces de coups de martinet sur le corps, tu l'as punie ? »
— « Oui, je suis obligée, car elle a toujours tendance à discuter mes ordres. En plus, elle n'est pas foutue d'entretenir *** rasage, j'ai dû la raser avant que tu n'arrives ! »

Puis s'adressant à moi :

— « Tournes-toi que l'on voie ton cul, écarte bien tes fesses avec tes mains et penche-toi en avant ! »

Et s'adressant à Véronique :

— « Bien que sa chatte soit très ouverte, *** cul reste très serré et c'est pour cela que je t'aie fait venir, car si je veux la présenter à ton mari et à ses amis, il faut que *** cul soit bien plus ouvert ! »
— « Elle n'a jamais été enculée ? »
— « Je l'ai enculée avec un gode, mais elle a encore l'œillet trop étroit, il va falloir lui élargir *** orifice. As-tu amené tout ce qu'il fallait pour cela ? »
— « Oui, j'ai tout prévu ! »


À entendre cette conversation, je comprends que Dominique et Véronique ***t complices et qu'elles ont bien l'intention de me livrer à des hommes, dont mon patron et que je devrai assouvir toutes leurs envies. Cette idée m'effraie et des tas de questions me traversent l'esprit. Qui ***t les amis de mon patron ? Que vont-ils exiger de moi ? Que vais-je devenir entre leurs mains ? Je suis plongée dans mes pensées quand Véronique ouvre sa mallette. Je découvre une multitude de plugs, de godes et de godes-ceinture, de longueurs et de diamètres différents. Je sais que tous ces ustensiles ***t destinés à dilater mon sexe et mon petit trou et quand je vois le diamètre des plus gros, la panique m'envahit et j'en fait part à Dominique :

— « Dominique, s'il te plaît, ne m'enfonce pas ces choses énormes dans mes orifices, je vais avoir trop mal ! »
— « Tu ne peux pas dire que tu vas avoir mal avant de les avoir reçu en toi. Il se peut que ton corps de salope se prête très bien à tous ces godes. De toute façon, tu n'as pas le choix, nous allons te dilater les orifices et pour que tu restes docile, nous allons t'attacher ! »

Moi qui étais, depuis un bon moment, toujours penchée en avant, en écartant au maximum mes fesses, je me retrouve à quatre pattes, les jambes écartées et attachées pour que je ne puisse les refermer. Mes bras ***t ligotés derrière mon dos, ce qui fait que je me retrouve le visage plaqué au sol. Dominique et Véronique ***t, maintenant, derrière moi. Je suis offerte à leurs regards et je sais qu'elles peuvent faire de moi ce qu'elles veulent. Cette situation commence à m'exciter et je sens que mon entrejambe s'humidifie. À ce moment, Dominique passe la main sur mon sexe et se rend compte de mon excitation !

— « Regarde-moi ça, de savoir qu'elle va s'en prendre plein le cul, ça la fait mouiller ou, peut-être, est-ce le fait d'être attachée ? »
— « Ou peut-être, les deux ! », reprend Véronique.

À ce moment, je sens un gode qui ***** contre mon œillet, il me semble plus gros que celui avec lequel Dominique m'avait sodomisée lors de notre sortie en forêt. Mon cul s'ouvre assez facilement et Véronique me l'enfonce, sans ménagement, d'un seul coup ! Une terrible douleur envahit mon ventre, j'ai l'impression que mes entrailles ***t perforées, je crie de douleur !

— « Tu peux hurler, salope, per***ne ne t'entendra, nous allons te dilater le cul avec des godes de plus en plus gros ! »

Pendant ce temps, Dominique fait aller et venir le gode entre mes fesses et au bout de quelques vat et vient, je sens l'excitation monter en moi, la douleur a disparu et je recommence à mouiller. Dominique, qui me caressait la chatte, s'en aperçoit immédiatement.

— « Je crois que tu vas pouvoir passer à la taille supérieure, car notre chienne est déjà très excitée ! »
— « C'est vrai que *** cul s'ouvre assez facilement, c'est génial de nous avoir déniché une salope de ce genre ! »

Tout en parlant, Véronique a retiré le gode qui était dans mon cul et me le présente devant la bouche afin que je le nettoie avec ma langue. Je prends ce jouet entre mes lèvres, ce n'est pas très agréable, mais j'accepte tout de ces deux femmes dont je suis devenue l'objet sexuel. Pendant ce temps, Dominique a passé un gode-ceinture au diamètre impressionnant. Elle le présente à l'entrée de mon cul et essaie de le faire entrer, mais vu la taille de l'engin, mon œillet ne s'ouvre pas assez, elle ***** l'entrée, sans résultat, pendant que je hurle de douleur, Véronique intervient :

— « Mettons-lui du gel, il faut absolument que ça rentre, il faut la défoncer ! »

À ce moment, elle prend un tube de gel et m'enduit le cul. Le produit rafraichit mon œillet et un sentiment de bien-être m'envahit, elle me frictionne l'anus pendant un instant et je sens, aussitôt, le plaisir monter en moi. Je sens à nouveau Dominique *****r mon entrée et comme par enchantement, mon cul s'ouvre à nouveau et je sens ce gode énorme me remplir le cul. Dominique commence à faire aller et venir cet engin dans mes entrailles. Je ressens un plaisir immense, je ne pensais pas que l'on pouvait avoir tant de plaisir avec un gode de cette taille, logé au fond de ses entrailles. Pendant ce temps, Véronique caresse mon clitoris et je sens le plaisir monter en moi, je vais jouir ! Dominique, qui me connait bien, sent mon excitation :

— « Nous avons fait du bon travail, non seulement, on lui a bien éclaté le cul, mais en plus, elle semble y prendre du plaisir. Elle est prête pour d'autres aventures, nous avons le droit à une récompense. SI tu veux, Véronique, je t'autorise à faire ce que tu veux d'elle ! »
— « Je te remercie, je peux faire tout ce que je veux ? »
— « Absolument, c'est ta chose, autant que la mienne ! »

En entendant ces mots, Véronique se déshabille entièrement, c'est une très belle femme avec une forte poitrine qui se tient très bien et un sexe complètement épilé. Les deux femmes me détachent et m'allongent sur le dos. Véronique vient se placer au-dessus de mon visage, *** sexe est à quelques centimètres de ma bouche :

— « Allez, lèche-moi bien, je veux jouir sous tes coups de langues ! »

Pendant ce temps, Dominique, toujours harnachée du gode-ceinture, a pris place dans mon vagin et me défonce littéralement avec cette énorme queue artificielle .Je deviens une salope soumise entre leurs mains et le pire, c'est que j'aime ça ! Je lèche le sexe de Véronique pendant que Dominique me défonce Après quelques minutes, Véronique se laisse aller et elle jouit ! Sa cyprine envahit ma bouche, elle jute abondamment et j'avale tout. Je ne tarde pas à jouir également sous les assauts de Dominique qui n'a pas encore joui. Elle se retire de mon sexe et vient, à *** tour, se placer sur ma bouche pour que je lui suce le clitoris, elle ne tarde pas à jouir également.

Après cette séance, je crois que je vais pouvoir rentrer chez moi, mais Véronique, remise de sa jouissance, dit à *** amie :

— « C'est vraiment très agréable d'avoir trouvé une salope de ce genre, nous allons bien nous amuser avec elle, ainsi que tous nos amis. On va pouvoir assouvir tous nos fantasmes. Par contre, si tu veux que *** cul reste bien ouvert, il va falloir lui mettre un plug dans le cul et l'obliger à le garder tout le week-end ! »

Moi qui croyais en avoir fini avec ces deux femmes, je me retrouve, à nouveau, jambes écartées et Dominique m'enfonce un énorme plug dans le cul. Il rentre, d'ailleurs, très facilement !

— « Voilà, ainsi, tu vas pouvoir renter chez toi et garde bien ce plug dans ton cul toute la fin de semaine ! »
— « Pourrais-je prendre une douche et m'habiller avant de partir ? »
— « Ah, mais c'est vrai, tu ne t'es pas lavée ce matin, remarques tu n'es pas sale, mai j'ai une idée pour que ça vaille la peine de te laver, je vais te souiller, j'ai une envie pressante, suivez-moi ! »

Là-dessus, Dominique me prend par la main et m'entraine dans le parc qui entoure la mai***. Véronique nous suit, nous sommes toutes les trois entièrement nues et je me demande ce qui va encore m'arriver. Je suis très vite fixée sur mon sort.

— « Allonge-toi sur l'herbe, j'ai très envie d'uriner et tu vas me servir de chiottes et toi, Véronique, tu n'as pas envie e te soulager ? »
— « Si effectivement, mais moi, je vais lui donner à boire, elle a eu très chaud cette cochonne ! »

Je m'allonge sur l'herbe, elles me font écarter les bras et les jambes et elles s'installent à califourchon sur moi, une au niveau de mon visage et l'autre sur mon corps. Après quelques secondes, je sens un jet d'urine gicler sur mon visage et un autre coule sur tout mon corps. Véronique, qui se trouve à hauteur de ma bouche, me demande d'avaler *** urine. J'ouvre ma bouche et je déglutis pour boire sa pisse .Après s'être soulagées sur mon corps et dans ma bouche, les deux femmes me renvoient chez moi, nue et souillée d'urine, sans même avoir le droit de prendre un douche. Elles me claquent le cul en rigolant pour me faire monter dans ma voiture. Je suis arrivée à un tel niveau de bassesse que j'en ai honte et pourtant, je trouve du plaisir entres les mains de ces deux femmes.

Que m'arrive t il ? Jusqu'où vont-elles m'entraîner ?

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A New Life for Debbie

Home invasion

The door bell rang and Debbie went to open the front door of Debbie's home. It was, as expected, her eldest ******** Janet. She was a teacher in grammar school in Guilford. She had just accompanied her husband Mark at the airport. He was leaving for four weeks on a business trip to California. His wife didn't want to remain in their isolated home on the outskirts of Guilford alone until the beginning of the new school year. It had been a fateful decision but she didn't know it at the time.

Debbie was 44, medium height for a woman, with a rather luscious hourglass body : 44DD 34 40. Despite her age, she still attracted the attention when walking in the street. Her husband Tony was usually somewhat annoyed by the lewd eyes that followed her everywhere. After so many years of marriage, his interest toward his wife was slowly fading down. He had also left for business to Florida. Debbie was thus in charge of her whole family including the younger twins Joan and Samantha, 22 at that time who were both students living at home.

Debbie's ********s were copies of their ****** with buxom breasts, shoulder length light brown hair. Just Joan and Samantha wore theirs a bit shorter than their eldest sister and their ******.

Tony hadn't completed the house supplies before his departure. So, in less than a week, they had to go to the local upermarket to buy the groceries they needed. Four girls with no males with them couldn't repress their urgent need for shopping in the nearby commercial mall.

The weather was very hot, even for a summer afternoon. There would be probably storms during the evening. The girls had put on miniskirts and tee shirts, loose ones for the twins who were just beginning to be interested by their appearance. Janet, since her marriage with Tony had taken the habit of wearing sexier body hugging clothes like her ******. Many male eyes (and a few interested female ones) followed them when they visited the stores. Debbie and Janet had put on three inches heels pumps. With their hour glass figures, the heels made their hips sway in the most alluring way.

As they were about to leave the commercial mall, the group of girls crossed the way of four shady looking men, two white and two black, one of them was as large as a barrel : he could have been a Canadian logger, apart for his skin that was as dark as hell. Any of these men could make any woman in the mall drool with lust. They were really big, wide chested, with bulging muscles everywhere. Even Debbie felt her heart beat race up when the four men ogled her, clearly assessing her body and undressing her in their minds. Joan showed the black logger to her sister with a laugh.

- Look, it's Hulk. Just he isn't green but black!

The man had heard the comment. He loved terrorizing girls, especially one of these yummie ones. When he passed near them, he grabbed Joan's hand and drew her to him. She yelled in surprise and in fear as he jumped on the opportunity of letting one of his hands feel her bottom and her gorgeous proud breasts. . .

- Let me free, you bastard, or I call for the bobbies! Help!!!

- You can call, they have just left : I heard that there was an alarm at the Barclays bank on the opposite side of the town. They'll be back in one or two hours, I think. We have plenty of time, for some fun together, white trash!

His wandering hand cupped her chin to immobilize her. He bent to kiss her lips. Janet, always the teacher in authority, intervened to help her sister. Nobody else even tried to step forward to help the four women.

She had boasted of her self defense courses she attended in her school. The management had organized them following an attack in a classroom where the female teacher had been raped in front of her pupils by three hooded men who had taken her, one after the other quite quietly before leaving the school without being stopped. The police hadn't been able to retrieve the culprits although they had known the name of their victim. They were probably brothers or parents of one of the pupils but there were more than one thousand of them and the raped woman had been in post for ten years. They could even have been former students of her!

Janet moved forward to help her sister and in an almost perfect movement lunged at the offender. She touched him in the balls or at least near it as he had diverted the stroke sideways with his hand at the last moment. He must have practiced Judo, too! He accompanied her movement and fell to the floor. He immediately jumped up and started to inch toward the girls, with a ********* look in his eyes. Janet moved back hastily, unsure of what to do. At least, the bastard had left her sister free!

The second black man grabbed the shoulder of his friend and stopped him.

- Quiet, brother! There are too many witnesses hereby! We'll see them again, Tyrone. I promise it to you!

Abbie was smiling broadly. He had just found what he had been looking for, the reason why they had payed a visit to this mall : Their next shipment! He snapped his fingers to attract the attention of his whole gang. He prodded his forefinger toward one of the white men in his group.

- Al, follow these cunts! I want to know where they are living.

Debbie and her ********s had been so much frightened that they put an end to their shopping spree and hurried back to the parking area. Janet turned several times to watch whether they were followed but Al was more experienced than that. He had left his flashy jacket to Justin, the other white member of Abbie's gang. His instructors had been right : wear something flashy and the witnesses will just remember it and not your face. Discard it and you become again some innocent man in the crowd. It had helped him many times! The group of girls was making his job a pleasure. They went straight to their car less than one hundred feet from his own bike. He phoned to Abbie to tell him they were leaving.

Al was really lucky : there was not too much traffic, just enough to allow him to let a car between him and the girls' car. They would never discover they were followed. They drove more than ten miles until Debbie's car turned into a street with widely separated houses. Al thought that Abbie would really be pleased : the nearest neighbor was about a mile away from there, completely out of earshot. There was a long driveway leading to the garage and a close set hedge completely isolating the house from the street. Better and better : the girls could sunbathe in the nude without risks of prying eyes. They may soon frolick in the nude on the sundeck or in the grass but they would have little time to get a tan with a man always on top of them in the next weeks!

- Abbie, I'm to the west of Guilford in a small village named Warrington. You'll find a long straight street branching out just at the far end of the village. The sector is sparsely inhabited. It's the last house, surrounded by tall hedges. . . Yes, it's the perfect place for a home visit at night.

The weather was turning to really bad when Abbie's van arrived. A big storm with winds up to seventy mph and lightnings was scheduled. Abbie arrived with his big van and the rest of his troops. They pulled past Debbie's home. She had obligingly parked her car into the garage. The girls would have no way to escape if one of them broke free. Abbie ordered his companions to rest.

- We have two hours until the night falls down. Just wait and we'll pay these cute chicks a visit.

The weather got really bad outside and it became very dark. When the storm lightnings started, Abbie pulled the van into the drive to block it. No one saw or heard its approach with the noise of the thunders. The gang exited the van and looked for a way into the house starting by the back of the house. They had no difficulties finding a screen door open to let air in. They were in the kitchen and heard the four girls chatting while having their dinner. There was no male voices, just four girly ones, a real treat for such gruesome men.

Janet signaled that she wanted another bottle of Diet coke and asked if anyone needed anything from the kitchen. She entered but the lights seem not to function anymore.

- ****. One of these lightnings may have blown a fuse or burnt out the lamp!

At this moment, she felt a hand grabbing her shoulder while the other covered tightly her mouth, silencing her quite effectively. She couldn't scream to warn her ****** and sisters. The light was switched in soon after and she discovered to her horror that the man holding her so tightly was the horrible man she had tried to knee in the commercial mall, the man who had ******** her sister. Behind him, she could see the other members of his gang. Burglars? Impossible, they were too far from town. These men had followed their car. They wanted to avenge themselves on four defenseless women. Janet was then pushed into the room where the family was gathered. They unbelievingly turned toward the kitchen door and froze when they saw Janet with them.

After a silence as their brains digested the totally unexpected visit, they all screamed in unison. They knew what burly dangerous looking men could do to poor white women. And just to compound their fright, the leader of the gang was black and his monstrous henchman who held Janet in his arms was a black tower of muscles.

- Stop screaming, cunts. If you behave, none of you will get hurt but if you try something funny, this fine piece of meat will have her throat slit open. So cross your hands in your back with no fuss and offer them to be tied like true obedient chicks!

Abbie had placed a big frightening knife against Janet's neck. The girls turned toward their ****** whose mind was reeling from the stress. She couldn't find any way out, so she followed his instructions, crossing her wrists behind her back. She seemed unaware that the positions made her big tits jut forward in a very exciting way. She had kept her high heels and the non voluntary swaying of her hips combined with the offering of her proud melons to their view made the cocks of Abbie and his fellow gangsters, instantly erect. She advanced in his direction, slowly and quite reluctantly, then she turned her back to him and presented her wrists to be tied. The two younger girls followed their ******'s example.

When the three of them had been secured, Abbie sheathed back his blade with a grinning smile. He had engineered that break in perfectly and told to the other black man :

- See, Tyrone, I told you that we would see them again! This was the girl who tried to hurt you. Hold her for me while I assess her. Afterward, you may have all the fun you want with her!

- OK, Abbie!

Debbie was transfixed with fear : they had openly announced their names. They couldn't let them free afterward. God! She pictured her three ********s and herself stabbed or having their throats slit open and ******** to death on the floor! No! That couldn't be the end of their life. Anything but that!

Janet tried to break free when Abbie handed her to Tyrone. She wanted to bolt down to the kitchen and try to escape to the street. Someone could pass and save her. Little chances with the thunders all over their house, nobody would get out but Tyrone wanted to take his revenge from her. Tyrone had grabbed her arm and ****** her to remain still. The pressure on her elbows was so great, she felt as if the bone had been broken. She moaned in anguish. Tyrone produced a pair of cuffs and in a moment, Janet was safely secured, too!

Abbie came to face her. He slapped her cheeks twice very hard. Her nose began to ***** but she had no way to protect herself.

- Never try to attempt something like that, white trash. Otherwise, I slice the face of your ****** and cut off her nose! Understood, slut!

Janet nodded sheepishly. The threat on her ****** had hit home! Abbie continued on the same menacing tone.

- The same is valid for any of you, If someone tries something funny, your ****** will suffer dearly and if your ****** misbehaves, it's the girl with a blue Tee shirt that will pay for it!

- My name is Joan!

She was rewarded by two ringing slaps on her cheeks. Abbie made her then bent down and he kneed her on her stomach.

- I don't care for your names! Sluts have no names. From now on, your ****** will be slut A, your sister that Tyrone holds is slut B, your sister is slut C and you're slut D. If I call one of you, you must reply : "Slut D, to your orders, master!" in a loud voice. If you fail answering in the proper way with a sufficiently submissive voice, you may have an appointment with my belt and I won't limit myself to your pretty bottom. In fact, the thrashing may include your belly and your tits. Understood, slut? What's your name?

- Oh, I'm J. . ., no, I'm slut D, to your orders, Master!

The girls seemed really tamed now. The real challenge would be to obtain their ******'s acceptance of their new roles in life.

- Good, slut, I love having obedient sluts on hand! Where was I?

- You wanted to assess our captives!

- Ah, yes, thank you, Al! Relax girls, I'll just push my forefinger into your twats and ass holes to see whether or not you're a virgin and how loose you are, back and front. As I'm caring for you, I'll push my finger into your mouth, cover it with saliva. It's a treat for you, otherwise, it may hurt a lot, especially up the ass. Remember the consequences if you try to bite my finger! Ready, slut?

- Slut B, to your orders, Master.

The girl who was to be the first to be raped seemed quite calm now! Abbie lifted her skirt in front and plunged his forefinger into her mouth and let her smear her saliva over it with her tongue. He pushed it into her gash. It was dry and the saliva would be a much needed lubricant! God this girl was no virgin and her husband (he had seen her wedding and engagement rings on her fingers) seemed to be very well hung as she was very loose. He was able to enter three fingers into her twat and make them see saw into her. He took his fingers out and wiped them on her tee shirt.

- You're married, slut?

- Yes, master!

- And he seems to be reasonnably well hung! Your cunt is rather loose. No ********, yet?

- No, Master, we had planned for one, next year!

- You may have to change your planning! Are you on the pill and when is your fertile time due?

- I'm on the pill and my fertile time should start in three days!

- Good, we'll still be there for discovering who among the four of us will have the privilege of breeding you!

Janet's head fell down and she began sobbing and crying. Her husband and she had for so long expected that baby! This much desired testimony of their love would never come to life.

- Now grease again my fingers and turn around, slut. It's time to assess your ass hole. Humphhhh, quite tight, you're a virgin there, aren't you?

- Yes, Master. My husband and I have never gone anal. It's dirty and it hurts! Please, pull off your finger!

- When you'll have had our dear Tyrone's gigantic dong reaming it a couple of times, you may dance on another rhythm! I bet twenty bucks with you that, before we leave your house, you'll beg for it on your knees in front of your sisters and your ******.

- Oh no, I prefer dying than being faced to such a shame.

- Don't be theatrical. After a few days of accommodation, you'll find plenty of pleasure in what we intend to do to you!

Janet sobbed again as she realized her fate had just been sealed and her opinion had just not been asked. In the eyes of Abbie and his gang, she was no longer a human being, but just a piece of property, to be used and ****** as her owner would deem it fit! She had no control on her life any more. Was there a lower status for a woman on earth?

- Tyrone. You may use her cunt immediately, just don't be too ****** with her. Let her time enough to stretch out to accommodate your donkey like cock. If you damage her, I may **** you! For her ass, I'll clear the way myself this evening or tomorrow and you'll be able to ream her ass too. It'll be her punishment for trying to hurt you. We'll make the formal ownership formalities immediately afterward.

- Come, slut and don't forget the sentences of allegiance.

- Yes, Master, I'm slut B, at your orders, Master

Tyrone sported a huge smile as he pulled Janet to the door of one of the bedrooms. The poor girl was desperate and turned toward her ****** and sister in misery. They couldn't do anything to help her. Tyrone let the door ajar and soon after, they hear muffled screams as her new Master used her. Initially, there was much fear in her voice, as she was stripped down and her tee shirt was shredded into pieces by the huge hands that prodded ruthlessly her most sensitive and intimate places in her body. Tyrone hadn't untied her wrists. He had peeled down her skirt, her panties and bra, leaving her in her shoes and tee shirt. Then he had grabbed the collar of her last garment and had ripped it off without any visible effort. When she was naked, he threw her on her back on the bed. In departure from his wild man appearance, he was not a beast and began to caress her breasts, sliding his hands along her shapely legs, insisting on the back of her knees and the interior of her thighs. In no time, she found herself panting and whispering :

- Oooh, it's so good, go on, Master, please, do it harder! Again Master!

All these caresses weren't loving care of his partner but steps on her way to reeducation. Her wrists crushed under her back were a constant reminder of her slavish situation. He pushed her to the edge of a climax and stopped abruptly, nibbling his earlobes. He made a searing remark :

- Do you think that your husband would approve how you react?

Quite evidently, that sneering comment made her fall from her trance. She was ashamed by her own reactions but Tyrone was patient. He started again nibbling at her clit and caressing her most sensitive zones. In a few minutes, she was back at the brink and again he stopped his ministrations. She begged to him to obtain a much needed release. He denied it to her once more.

- No I want you to cum with my cock pounding at your cervix in front of your sisters and ******!

- Ohhh, please, no, master, it would be so shameful!

- And I want to make you into a shameless whore. We'll see in a few minutes who will win!

Tyrone positioned himself between her legs she had invitingly, you could say wantonly, parted to offer herself to his penetration. He nudged the tip of his cock against her clit and began to ease it in slowly. From time to time he unsheathed carefully his tumescent cock from her engorged twat to grease it with her now liberally flowing cunt juices. When he felt it was greased enough, he just pushed his cock forward by one inch, then he pulled back by one half of an inch before pushing back in by a full inch and so on. His cock was really monsterous : about thirteen inches long, four inches and a half in diameter. It was considerably bigger than a big beer bottle and he had the wits of entering the little Janet to her cervix!

Entry was rather painful for her as her husband, although well hung, have never stretched her to that terrible size. Tyrone was doing his job quite carefully, avoiding to cause any real damages. He had a fleeting thought that he was ruining this pretty wench for her husband and the other more normal members of the human race. Resizing to normal dimensions would take months and Tyrone meant to use regularly that pretty woman until she had been delivered to her final destination. If her future owner decided to have her fucked by dogs, donkeys or stallions, she should blame fate and not him.

Finally the tip of his cock entered in contact with her cervix and began to hammer against it. Janet screams changed gradually from pain to ecstasy. She planted her nails into the palm of her hands but the pleasure was gradually getting higher. The next time he froze to tease her somewhat, she broke down completely.

- No, No, Master, fuck me, cum into my pussy, drown me with your potent baby making seed, fuck me, breed me, in front of my sisters if you want but let me cum!

Tyrone obliged carrying her into the dining room, still deeply impaled on his cock. He put her on the floor, a few feet in front of her ****** and rammed forward. Her cervix opened under the indomitable push of his loins. She screamed as the last inches of his cock proudly parted her womb. He was so tightly sheathed in a velvety grip that he needed just a few see saw movements before he spewed his sperm deeper in her belly than any man before him. The next thunder resonated like baby's babbles.

When Janet fell back, completely exhausted with Tyrone on top of her, Abbie turned his attention toward Debbie. He told Al to help her in front of him, standing up. She had a proud rebel look and Abbie decided to break her down as fast as he could.

- Who are you, slut?

- I'm not a slut, bastard!

She was challenging his authority and he couldn't accept that. He punched her hard in the stomach. She fell on her knees, unable to stand.

- I had told you that you would pay if you misbehaved. You'll see that it wasn't a vain threat. Justin, help me to put her on her belly.

Before making her rest on the low table, Abbie bunched her skirt around her waist, peeled down her panties and ripped off her bra and her top.

- Next time, I want you to undress in style. I think you'll have to learn how to make a decent strip tease. You've the biggest melons in your family. Having you dance while undressing will make your big jugs wobble appetizingly and I'll enjoy watching you.

- Oh never! Never will I perform such indignities!

- Your ******** didn't want to cum with Tyrone's cock deep in her cunt in front of you and she did. There will be quite a lot of things you don't want to do and you'll end up doing for our pleasure. Put in your head that it's too late to want or not to want something. The first time we'll go back to the commercial mall, you'll wear what I would have told you to put on and offer yourself in a booth or behind some hedge to the people I will tell you. Today, you're going to be punished, but next time, it maybe your youngest ********, slut D, isn't it?

Joan stepped in immediately.

- Yes, master, I'm slut D, at your disposal!

- Come on, slut D, I require your assistance.

- Anything you want, Master!

- Justin, give me the rabbit!

Justin fumbled into a wallet. He produced a big black dildo with several attachments. Debbie identified them quite easily there was a deep plunger for her cunt, an anal intruder for her ass hole and a clit teaser. In addition, there was a vibrator hidden in the body of the sex toy, a rotating segment that could vary automatically the angle of penetration of the rabbit. There were even a series of two tiny metallic buds that could provide electric shock on her G point, on her clit and on her cervix. She knew it as her husband Tony had bought a similar one four years before, at the end of their adventurous period. Hers was blue. The black one was just bigger, offering probably stronger sensations. The toy always made her climax in a few minutes. She clenched her fists, determined to resist such a nasty use of a simple sex toy. She would never give Abbie the perverted pleasure of having her asking for her release in front of her ********s.

Abbie explained quietly what he expected from her. Not very surprisingly, he wanted her to handle the sex toy, working it into her ******'s cunt and ass hole. Debbie would be on her back on the table with her body totally available from her waist down. What was perverted was that Abbie would whip her breasts and cunt with his belt and continue so until she climaxed. Her ******** would have the choice of really fucking her with the sex toy or leaving her getting whipped just in front of her eyes. Any normal woman would try to shorten her ******'s ordeal. So Joan would have to actively fuck her! Another defiling act for Debbie!

Joan had chosen rather rapidly between her two options and Debbie was now groaning, moaning quite desperately under the ministrations of her own ********. Debbie had even started to encourage Joan as the pleasure was too strong for her.

- Ooohhh, darling, push it a bit deeper into my ass, Yesss! You're just on my G spot! Keep it there, harder, Joan. Now, shock my ass hole! Aaahh, continue, it's so gooood! Again, please!

Abbie at one moment saw that Debbie was about to cum. He hastily, pulled out the vibro from Debbie's cunt.

- Now, slut D, you have five minutes to make your ****** come with your tongue and mouth. After that, I'll resume my whipping of her breasts with my belt. It will hurt a lot : her nipples are puffy and very sore! Your choice!

- Master, May I tell you, you're really a bastard!

- I'll punish you for that later but now you've lost half a minute!

Joan bent down and took her ******'s clit between her lips while she twisted Debbie's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She was clearly exhausted but bravely fought on to protect her ******. Abbie ordered Samantha to take care of her ******'s mouth and breasts to allow Joan to concentrate on her ******'s clit and cunt, pushing her fingers inside. Her two youngest ********s must have been less virginal than they looked as they pushed Debbie to a roaring climax. She lost the control of her bladder and peed on the floor, splashing droplets even on Joan's face. The poor girl seemed utterly disgusted but the situation became instantly even worse when Joan's head was suddenly yanked backwards. Abbie had grabbed the tatters of Debbie's top and used it to wipe hastily the pee from the floor and her own face.

- Good job, girls! Now, let's see the punishment for slut D!

Joan stopped breathing, fearful of what Abbie had concocted for her. He drew back her hair, pulling it ever harder. She opened her mouth to scream and he shoved the pee soaked top into her gaping open mouth. The dripping pee that fell on her tongue and covered her palate gave her nausea but Abbie ****** her to keep the soiled cloth into her mouth. He even gagged her with scotch tape to prevent her from spewing it out.

- Beware : if you vomit now, you may drown in it. It's a rather unpleasant way to die. . . and a loss of invaluable property for us!

Joan was turning green in disgust. She made the maximum not to throw out but Abbie wanted the lesson to sink in for the four girls. When all of them would be broken, they could enjoy the four girls really with no risk of a mutiny. He was already pretty sure of Debbie's reaction : she had the stuff of a first class whore, maybe of international class call girl. Her age didn't matter, at least for the next ten years or so. She was curvy, her waist was slim, she wore mini skirts and high heels in the most alluring fashion and most of all, she was clever and horny. There was no risk in this affirmation : when he had assessed her cunt, it was dripping wet. He wouldn't have needed any lubricant to enter her with his big cock She would have been ready to entertain Tyrone directly. It would have been extremely painful, she surely knew it but she would have accompanied him to one of the rooms with a big smile and joy in her heart, he was sure of it and she would have performed her whore duty to his complete satisfaction.

Abbie had noticed her still very strong influence on her ********s. If he didn't shatter Debbie's authority on her three ********s, they would follow her to hell like sheep! Usually, when he ********* a woman with her ******, they had better separate them but he felt that making the eldest ******** cum with Tyrone's cock in her womb had been a masterful idea. The three spectators had been fascinated, dreaming of replacing their sister or ******** in Tyrone's embrace and be led to an Earth shattering orgasm in public. No really, this wench had a very good potential, she just needed to be pushed a bit further, always challenged, walking on her tiptoes but never pushed too far to fall down. Abbie knew she was of a special race, girls you find with kings, presidents, big CEO of international companies or stars : pretty, clever and horny. The power and the wealth of their partners was the peps they craved for. Unfortunately, many of them were simple housewives or teachers. At least, this one would be saved from such a wreck if he was up to his task. God, was he getting a crush on this pretty mature woman? He would have to make her do a few nasty and perverted things.

- Slut D, I may change your punishment if you and your ****** promise to obey strictly my next orders. If so, just kneel in front of me!

Joan couldn't answer in the proper way but she nodded feverishly, a glint of hope in her eyes! Debbie seemed relieved. She had anxiously followed her ********, fearing for her life. Both women kneeled meekly in front of Abbie.

- OK, Justin, bring me two collars, two leashes and the piercing kit. Take slut C to carry the items. Sluts are here to do all the chores in this house, after all!

Joan and Debbie felt their ***** pressure soar : a piercing kit! Who would have soon body jewels? Joan thought that it would be part of her punishment but Debbie wished that Abbie would decide to pierce her too. She had looked to pierced models in magazines with longing eyes but she had been stopped by fear of sneering from her husband and her ********s. Abbie had destroyed these makeshift barriers and set her free! She promised to herself that she would do her best to satisfy him. The growing heat in her breasts and her pussy informed her he had ignited a fire in her belly that would never stop burning. She would need cocks and big cocks for the remainder of her life and she really needed one now!!!

Samantha came back carrying the items Abbie had asked. She had still her arms pinned to her back and she could just hold the collars and the leashes with her fingers. Justin had placed the handles of a leather wallet, probably the piercing kit in her mouth and she had clenched her jaws to hold it tight. It was relatively heavy. Samantha seemed elated when she was told to deposit the wallet to the right of Abbie. It was the first time, she had been asked to participate in the action since the invasion of their home. Janet had clearly enjoyed the first time one of these men had fucked her. She could never pretend it had been a **** and since then, Janet hovered around Tyrone, kneeling at his feet when he remained in an armchair with her thighs wide open.

Their ****** seemed to be attracted by the gang chief. Her initial resistance had evaporated and Samantha had noticed that when he was around, Debbie pushed forward her tits, hollowed her waist and pushed back her bottom. For any spectator, she was clearly doing her best to seduce him. Joan was on stage for the time being but it should be her own turn afterward and she was waiting anxiously for it. Her cunt was overflowing with love juices in anticipation. She had realized two years before that she loved to show off, maybe some kind of an exhibitionist while her twin sister was much shyer.

Maybe, this cute white man who had led her outside naked with her hands tied would be the first to fuck her. At 22, she was still a virgin although she had given some head to really good friends and engaged in hot 69 parties at University, mostly with other students but twice, as she was *****, with girls. She had enjoyed both. She preferred boys but if a girl asked her out, she had no difficulty with it.

- I'm going to untie both of you and as I'm still not sure you'll not try to bolt away, I'll use leg irons to prevent it. Slut A first!

Debbie offered her hands to be untied. He rapidly freed her wrists. He took a red leather dog collar and fastened it tight around her throat.

- Now you're my slave! I'm claiming you as my per***al servant for the duration of my stay here.

He used a big marker to write an A on her forehead and stenciled "Abbie's whore" on her shaved pussy.

- Tell me, cunt, I noticed that your ********* and yourself had their pussies shaved. It isn't that usual hereby except for whores. Having the four of you, maybe even the youngest ones, I think, done in this exquisite way, excites my curiosity.

- We aren't shaven, master, our cunts and asses have been laser depilated and it's permanent. My husband loves to suck my clit and hates being hampered by untidy hair. I shaved myself but as it grew back, the tickle was impossible to withstand. So I opted for laser. I love the feeling of a smooth cunt, so I decided to offer the same treat to all my ********* on their eighteenth birthday. Janet's husband enjoyed it. He told it to me once!

- I see. Maybe you had a precognition of your future, that you'd meet plenty of men who would enjoy caressing a smooth bald pussy, people not interested by ******** girls, but by more mature sexy women.

Abbie, as he watched closely Debbie's body, felt his cock grow hard and erect. He had to speed up the process. He attached the second collar around Joan's neck and fixed the leash to the ring on it.

- You'll service Al but I need to assess you. Stand up, slut!

Joan blushed beet root. She whispered to him.

- Master, I'm still a virgin and so is my sister! But I'm so slick that you won't need my saliva for lubricant, I think!

Joan may be extremely shameful of revealing publicly her virginity but she was also quite excited to announce that her cunt was sopping wet, dripping with her juices in wanton anticipation.

When Abbie pushed his right forefinger into her gash, she moaned in delight. God, this young slut was quite eager to be serviced. This house which should have become the house of horror for these four beauties was turning rapidly into a training center for future whores. The situation was getting out of his hands. Maybe he should call his superiors and ask to be allowed to jump to the next step and really receive the first paying customers of this family!

Samantha couldn't repress her joy : she was to be mated with the handsome Justin. She had noticed the bulge in his jeans. It was way bigger than those of the friends she had wanked on occasion at Uni and in the vicinity, in their parents' homes or in the back of a car. She was also a virgin but probably much more experienced than her sister.

- Al, you may use her back passage freely. Just try to go slowly for the first times. She is less tight than her ****** but don't damage her. Understood, chap?

- Aye Aye, boss.

- Don't touch her cunt. It will fetch a good price when she'll be auctioned. About two grand, I think! And I didn't count the spectators!

- Spectators?

Joan and Debbie had spoken in uni***. For both of them, the deflowering of a girl is a most intimate moment. Nobody but the girl and her partner should attend to it.

- Remember that you're now WHORES! People are ready to pay a big wad of money to deflower a virgin girl but much more are ready to pay a tenth of that to watch it and their presence excites the winner of the auction and quite often, the girl too. Take my opinion of it : you'll keep a marvelous souvenir of the ceremony!

Abbie decided it was the good time to retire to bed. The four couples he had designated went upstairs, the men helping the women to prevent them from falling in the staircase as Janet and Samantha still couldn't use their hands. They were jealous watching their ****** and sister having their hands free.

Debbie pulled back her skirt that was still bunched around her waist as she entered the main bedroom. For her, it was an extremely important moment. Never before, any stranger had ever entered that door. She was ashamed by her pleasure to let Abbie in, thinking he would be the first to enter her. Her *** in law she had fucked just once had done it in his own bedroom when his wife Janet was shopping.

She cuddled coyly in Abbie's arms.

- Master, may I help you out of your clothes?

- By all means, my pretty whore, you're about to receive your first customer!

- That will be my pleasure, Master! I love men with big cocks who know how to use it on poor white desperate women like me!

Debbie unbuttoned his shirt, before opening his fly with growing impatience. When she popped open the button at his waist, she slid down the pants, discovering boxers filled up by a huge mass which tried to escape from the confines of the garment. She cooled her lust with a terrible display of will and slowly pulled down the boxers. His thick pubic hair appeared then his cock sprang out in the air, already pointing out toward her mouth. It was longer and bigger than Debbie had ever imagined a cock could be. Her husband must be about the third of this gorgeous prick. She needed it NOW, in her mouth, in her cunt, anywhere he wanted,. . .! She knew the protocol she had to follow then.

- Master, may I take your most magnificent cock in my mouth?

- Of course, slut, do it!

She opened her mouth into a nearly perfect ring and pushed her head on it. Her lips closed around his head and parted slowly to let the whole knob into her mouth. She didn't try to stop the movement. She remembered all the advices she had read in her magazines and relaxed as completely as she could her throat muscles. The tip of the cock was now entering the back of her mouth, pushing aside her cion. She fought the nausea reflex and allowed Abbie to push deeper. There were still six inches to go! She was breathing only through the nose : her mouth was completely occupied by a warm gigantic unyielding log. She had a vertigo.

When her conscience was back, she discovered that he had totally entered her mouth, his balls were now banging against her chin as he was hammering against her face. She felt him grow even further as he slid back and fro into her gullet. There was now some urgency in his movement. She squeezed her lips around his cock to increase the pleasure for him. She wanted him to cum into her mouth and to cum hard! It was her womanly duty, her duty of obedient whore. She repeated in her head several times, like a mantra : Now, you are a real whore and you master os owning you! He at last spewed what looked like gallons of cum deep in her throat. Her only options were to swallow it all or drown. She chose the first, quite evidently, massaging his cock with her throat muscles in the process.

Abbie pulled back slowly from Debbie's thoroughly used mouth. His cock sprang out, still erect and hard. She lay down on the bed, opened her legs as wide as the leg irons allowed it and drew her arms toward him. He placed her legs above his shoulders, letting the leg irons glide down behind his head. He pushed his cock against her twat. Her pussy was oozing fluids. She really needed him, deep and hard! He needed no further encouragements. He hunched forward and drove in a single movement, the first three inches of his cock inside her. She screamed immediately. He may not be that deep inside her but her cunt had never been stretched so far! When her whimpers had disappeared, he pulled back by one inch before humping forward by three more inches. Gradually, with inexhaustible energy, he pushed forward inexorably. Debbie was now screaming continuously.

- Oh, Master, you're terrible! It hurts really! Could you slow down somewhat, let me cool down? Aaarghhhhh! You're stretching me far beyond anything in my life. Have pity, Master, help me! Please, just stop for a moment! Ooohhhhh It's too much!!!

Abbie's only answer was to increase even more the strength of his strokes. Debbie realized suddenly that he had stopped pushing his cock into her over stretched pussy. She understood a moment later that he couldn't get further. He was banging against her cervix, embedded to the hilt in the recesses of her belly. She slowly calmed down but he started the eternal see saw movements of his cock inside her. The painful stretching of her cunt had given way to a pleasant warm feeling of total fullness, of complete achievement. That man was what she had needed all her life, her perfect complement! She wanted at that instant to keep this wonderful log like cock in her belly for the rest of her life! He filled her womb to the brim with his inebriating ******. She was his, totally his for life!

Through the door that Abbie had left open in his haste, the screams, whimpers, moans, groans and the squeals of heavily worked springs and beds were filling the silence of the night. The thunders had stopped and the only understandable noises were the desperate pleas of her *********, encouraging the men who mounted them to further heroic achievements. As she cooled down on the bed, she successively heard her three ********* screaming something like :

- Again!, harder, deeper, Oh my god, fuck me, stretch my ass, fill me with your hot cum!

This house was no more a respectable home for a quite decent family but a whore house in full swing!

the second day

On the next morning, everyone woke up around nine. Just as a precaution, Abbie had disabled the phone, the computer and everything the girls could have used to call for help. It seemed that his caution was unnecessary because the girls were still in their partners' arms when they woke up. The four of them had black circles around their eyes and the relaxed appearance of well fucked women. Abbie had proved tireless as he had fucked Debbie five times during the night, alternating between her mouth, her cunt and her ass. The last time, in the early hours of the mornings had been a leisurely blow up. When she started, she had seen brown stains on his cock, the remains of their previous encounter when he had used for the second time in her life her ass. The first time had been long and rather painful. He had warned her it was unavoidable as her ass had never been visited by a cock in forty four years. Breaking her pot would be a very difficult task even for a seasoned black male like himself.

The second time had been much easier as her back passage had remained much looser than initially. He had even been able to make reach her first anal climax even if he had helped her somewhat with a gentle initial frigging of her clit. He had stopped it when she was on the verge of cumming and it was purely the sensations in her anus that had given her such a tempestuous pleasure. She pleaded to him to let her clean him.

- For sure, slut A!

- Wait, master, I'm going to fetch a wet tissue!

- Quiet, cunt, you've the perfect tool with your mouth, your tongue and your saliva!

- But it's disgusting, it's DIRTY!

- Sure and that is what arouses me and you, I think, as you're probably even more pervert than I am! You're a whore, a whore for big black cocks! So you must perform any whore's duty and sucking and cleaning a soiled cock is definitively a job for a good whore!

After arguing a few more minutes, she provided him the service he expected. She was again a natural at it. She wouldn't need to be taught, just shown a few trade tricks and she would be the best cock sucker in South England. . .

He called for his friends:

- Guys, let's take our breakfast. The girls will prepare it for us, just another girls' duty. Al, you check on them. Sorry, cunts! It's just intended to prevent you from funny attempts of using kitchen knives or escaping through the windows! You stay naked while you prepare food and you'll sit on your designated partner's knees for breakfast. He'll give you crumbs of bread with marmalade and a few pieces of scrambled eggs. I don't want you to grow fat. I know that you've had plenty of physical activities this night, as you'll have every night for all your life, now but if you lost ten pounds each, you'd be even more enjoyable to fuck!

The girls started to chat gaily together, comparing their experiences during the previous night while they prepared food. Abbie asked a few questions to Debbie's *********. Al and Justin had used only their mouths and asses following the orders they had been given. Tyrone had used only Janet's cunt as her ass was out of limits for him. They were a really good team, a fucking good team indeed!

- Slut A, I'm very proud of you. I may allow you to win back your name. What is it, by the way?

- I'm Debbie, master.

- So your whore pseudo will be Dee. You're going to show me how far you're obedient : I've changed my plans. I'll start the formal ownership formalities with you today as you'd been fucked in mouth, cunt and ass. Your ******** will wait for her turn, when I've inaugurated her ass, opened it for our good friend Tyrone!

- So now, let's take care of your body jewellery, sluts. Normally I would have placed a thick ring to each of your nipples but it may be too heavy a weight on your superb melons. So, we'll settle for a ring on each of your cunt lips, another on your clit hood and a last one in your septum.

- My what? I haven't understood, master!

- Your septum, the wall between your nostrils. I'll put a small ring there. You'll be often led on a leash attached there. Men love it!

- But I'll be then like a cow!

- Exactly, Dee. That's what makes men crazy about it. I'm less a fan of it but it'll surely increase your sex appeal for most of your future customers.

Abbie applied ice cubes on the places he wanted to pierce. He explained them that, usually, he pierced the girls with just that minimum anesthesia. It would be painful, especially the clit hood and the septum but it helped break the girls to obey their masters. As Dee and her ********s were well beyond that point, he would skip that unpleasant moment by applying a Novocain spray. Ten minutes later, Dee and Joan were discovering their brand new jewels in a mirror in Dee's bedroom. Abbie couldn't refrain them from touching, caressing the rings that now adorned their most intimate parts.

He gave them a few precisions : the clit ring will permanently stimulate it. If you run or dance too fast, you may cum without further stimulation. You'll need to get used to it! Of course, if you're fucked, it may improve your sensations a lot. The cunt rings are just there to padlock your cunt and forbids access to unauthorized cocks, especially so when you'll have to be bred by a special customer. He will pay around forty grand to have a baby from you but you'll continue your daily activities like any whore.

Joan couldn't stop of inquiring :

- How many men will use us, every day, Master?

- It'll depend : one if someone books you for a day, a week or a month, around twenty if you're employed in a high class brothel or as a hooker in the street and up to one hundred if you work in a house for guest workers, immigrants or such a thing.

- But we'll run serious risks for our health!

- None, be sure of it, cunt! You're too valuable for that! All the people in our organization and regular customers are checked for HIV and other venereal diseases every week. The unregistered people are requested to wear condoms when they fuck you!

He explained them that they would be bred once a year to allow them to regain their strength. The babies would be adopted, the fee for adoption was around thirty grands, standard fee for a fuck was two hundred dollars with bonuses for group sex, BDSM and watersports. A girl could earn for the house four grand a day at the very minimum. They had two days off every week. Their global income will be around one million bucks a year. They were really valuable property indeed and the money for babies just a mere trifle! But fucking pregnant women was always a turn on for many men!

- Speaking of pregnancy, Debbie, are you on the pill?

- Yes, master. I should have taken one already this morning.

- You're joking! Come and show me where they are!

Debbie was past arguing. She led Abbie to the bathroom next to her bedroom and showed him the pack.

- Good! Take them out of their blisters and drop them in the toilets bowl!

- But I'm right in my fertile time. I may be old but. . .

- Fuck off with that old crap. Look at yourself in the mirror : no wrinkles on your face and neck, your breasts are still not sagging empty pockets and you still attract men's eyes in the street, isn't it true?

- Yes, for sure. I can't deny it!

- Now, you'll be totally taken care of. You won't have to tidy the apartment, prepare food for your husband and ********s, visit friends and family, pay the gas and electricity bills or your mortgage. You'll just take care of your body, choose on on-line catalog sexy clothes and shoes and receive men to give them the pleasure they are looking for. Just think of the advantages of your new situation!

- Mmh! You're trying to sell me something, Master!

- Just giving you pieces of information. You may love to be a pampered house whore! Now off with your pills.

- God, you are in that a hurry to knock me up!

- We are leaving in ten days and I want the pregnancy tests positive for you and your eldest ******** then! Your cunt is my private property until then!

- Aye Aye, Master

- Now let's prepare you for the ownership ceremony. Did you keep your wedding dress, Dee?

- Yes, Master, everything : the gloves, the white stockings and shoes, the lace knickers and bra and the veil. And I can still wear them: my husband makes me put them on at the restaurant every year for our wedding anniversary!

- How touching but this charming custom is coming to its end, I'm afraid of it! I want you to put on your dress, veil, bra, stockings and shoes, immediately. You may forget the knickers. You wouldn't have kept them a long time. Joan, go down and tell Tyrone and the other ones to wait for us on the sundeck. The weather is beautiful today and a little tanning would suit you, girls! You'll remain totally naked for a photo shoot out! All except Dee, of course!

Abbie helped Debbie put on her dress and apply gala make up. He had a knack for it and Debbie was soon as resplendent as a girl really about to leave for her marriage. Before going down, he asked her for her marriage licence. It was in a closet. She handed it to him wondering why he wanted it. So many things had happened to her during the last two days that she felt dizzy and she didn't care about a simple piece of paper.

Al was appointed the marriage photographer and he made pictures of Debbie proudly walking on Abbie's arm to a table covered with a white sheet and decorated with a few white flowers from her garden. Abbie first asked her to give him her engagement and her marriage rings. The engagement ring, with the beautiful diamond, he discreetly slid it into a pocket but he took out pincers and cut the marriage ring in two.

- Now, I pronounce you divorced! You'll never wear your wedding ring any more. Kneel down in front of me and announce to your ********s that you hereby divorce your husband and want even the souvenir of your marriage to be erased.

He lifted her veil so the camera could make a close up of her face as she pronounced the fatidic words. She repeated the sentences he whispered to her. The camcorder registered her every words.

- Now present to the camera your wedding license for a close up. . . Now roll it as a cylinder and take it into your mouth. . . Wait a minute!

Abbie hastily opened his fly and took out his now quite erect cock. He took it into his hand and placed it at the open end of the cylinder. Debbie had understood what he was planning and went along with it. She felt a warm jet filling her mouth. He was peeing into her mouth through her marriage license paper! She swallowed the warm pee as fast as she could but some of it overflew and drenched her wedding dress. When he had finished peeing, he took out the sodden paper, uncoiled it carefully. The paper was sopping wet. He applied it on Debbie's face. It was clinging to her face. The ink was dripping down, already half erased by the pee

- Will the witnesses step forward and add their signature to this document?

Tyrone was the first one to come forward. He freed his huge cock and aimed it to Debbie's face. He emptied his bladder on it, then Al and Justin did the same thing. Abbie called out.

- Would now Debbie's ********* add their own contribution?

Without a comment, Janet stepped forward, turned her back to her ******, bent forward and parted her legs. When she let go, the jet hit Debbie straight on her nose, splattering pee everywhere. Her ****** had remained perfectly still. The paper, now almost transparent let them see her smiling under the yellow shower. Joan and Samantha added their contribution. Joan's jet, badly aimed landed in her cleavage. Debbie pushed forward her breasts to make her total defilement more complete.

Abbie then proceeded to shred the piss drenched paper and feed it to his eager victim. She opened meekly her mouth to receive the fragrant pieces of paper. He made her stand up and ripped up completely the wedding dress. He took from his pocket a big knife and cut into pieces her bra, leaving her in her veil, gloves and stockings. He hosed her down to clean her somewhat. He made her stand up, fixed the leash to her clit ring and held the handle in his hand. Al went to the other side of the table.

- Who is claiming, this woman, Debbie as his own?

- Me, Abbie Whitaker! I claim Debbie who wears my rings, my leash and my brand.

The stenciled inscription on her cunt hadn't been washed off.

- Debbie is now the slave of Abbie Whitaker! Abbie, what career do you want Debbie to follow?

- Whore and baby maker, Sir!

- Debbie, do you agree to become a whore and baby maker for Abbie's benefit, for the rest of your life, to abide to his orders, wishes and whims, to service as completely as possible all the men and women he will choose or accept for you?

- I do, Master!

- Then I declare you, Abbie, the total owner of Debbie and you, Debbie, the owned property of your master Abbie. Now you can own your property, Abbie! Enjoy her and try your best to knock her up!

Abbie took Debbie in his arms and lay her on the table. She didn't wait for orders to open her thighs and lift her feet to his shoulders. She grabbed her neck with her arms, pushing her breasts toward him.

- Now that I'm your owned whore, Master, claim me! I want your big cock inside my pussy. Fuck me long and hard!

- Do you remember when you told me you'd never perform for me!

- I beg your pardon, Master, I didn't know what you could offer me!

- So, now, will you learn to undress in style to offer me a nice strip tease? Will you dance for me without a bra to make your big bouncers jiggle for my pleasure? Will you wander in the commercial hall in the most outrageously indecent outfit I'll pick for you? Will you wiggle your breasts, hips and ass to arouse men there? Will you service men, if they are interested, in a booth, or any secluded place for a fee?

- Yes, Master, I'll do that and much more for you! Aaaarghhh!

Abbie had rammed his cock into her eager twat and pushed in until he was embedded to the hilt inside her. He waited a few seconds to enjoy the tight feeling of her nearly virginal cunt. Then he pulled back slowly by maybe twelve inches, leaving just three or four inside her before ramming it back inside her. Debbie screamed her violent pleasure as he fucked her mercilessly!

Debbie felt how much stronger was her pleasure when she was fucked hard. The comparison that came to her mind was a glass of pure vodka and another of diluted grapes juice, a volcano and a grain of sand, the sun and the emptiness of interstellar vacuum. She would never fall back into dull sweet love. She craved now for shameless fucks in public!

The spectators applauded when Abbie unloaded another big wad into her thirsty pussy. Debbie smiled back in triumph and asked to have her legs lifted to the ceiling for gravity to help having her eggs fertilized. She asked Abbie whether he had a big plug to ***** his sperm deep into her womb. He had and she henceforth kept it inside her except when he wanted to add another load inside her. She just cleaned herself in the morning, asking for Abbie presence in the shower with her so that he could immediately feed another load inside her. She seemed quite impatient to be impregnated!

During the afternoon, Abbie drove with Janet, Tyrone and Debbie to Janet's house to bring back her wedding dress and marriage license. Janet perfectly knew what would arrive to her dress and license but she run to fetch them as fast as she could. Abbie fucked her in the ass on her marital bed before Tyrone fucked her pussy twice in a row. She had taken another plug to prevent his cum from leaking out. She would try her best to win the race toward the first pregnancy in the family's new life. Debbie sucked Abbie to make him hard again. This time, she didn't complain about the brown smears on his cock. She knew better, now. He nailed her deliciously against the wall for their mutual pleasure.

They made a halt on the way at a tattooist shop. One hour later, they drove off. Both of the girls had now a brand new tattoo in red capital letters on their bare cunts : Abbie's whore and Tyrone's whore. It replaced the stenciled words that adorned their pubes previously. They would keep it for their life as this region is too sensitive for surgical ablation! They had bunched up their mini skirts to allow their men to caress, knead or just watch their tattoos as they were driving back home.

The second stop had been in a sex shop in Guilford. They came out with a selection of the shortest and most body hugging skirts they could find. Most of them barely covered their cunts when they were standing and were just framing them when they sat anywhere. The material was somewhat starched and when they bent forward, the hem of their skirts lifted up, exhibiting their asses to the assistance. They had also chosen several cropped tops that barely covered their breasts and exhibited shamelessly their tummies. The dealer promised them a total success whenever they would walk the streets or enter a restaurant! Debbie and Janet had laughed cunningly but had not objected to put them on as they drove on or when they stopped near a restaurant for dinner. Quite evidently, the two girls were the center of attention.

- Debbie, do you still think you are too old to interest men?

- I'm not that sure! It may be just these outrageously short wanton skirts and cropped tee shirts!

- So, you think that if I offered these guys to fuck you even at bargain price, let's say fifty dollars, they wouldn't be interested?

- No, you're right, at such a price, they would pound me until I'm deep into the concrete!

- That could be fun : let's try it! Guys, I've something interesting for you here. I could lend you these fine gals for a quarter of an hour each : fifty bucks for their cunts only and one hundred for their asses AND their cunts, if you're man enough!

- And how much for a double team?

- A bargain : eighty only as it saves time!

The shop owner was scared :

- Not in my shop!

- Ok! On the back seat of our van, then and the customer provides the condoms! And if you're in a hurry, you can use the floor of the van in the back or try the grass behind the restaurant. These sluts come with their own air bags! Are they pneumatic enough for your taste?

There were maybe sixty men in the restaurant, half of them seemed really interested but they phoned their friends and the new whores had to service, all in all, no less than seventy four men, netting more than four thousand dollars, not so bad for an impromptu session! It covered largely the expenses of the trip and the micro skirts but what was more important, the two girls had behaved magnificently, accompanying back all their customers into the restaurant to bait other customers with their swaying hips and tits, and giving back the money they had just earned to their pimps. Anyone watching them would have thought them to be quite seasoned hookers.

When they drove off, Debbie was beaming. She had had more customers than her ******** and discovered she had a real sex appeal! She had totally unbuttoned her blouse and tied the flaps under her breasts to emphasize her cleavage. The men were drooling just with the idea of mauling her breasts. They were now covered with love bites and hickeys but she felt as proud as a bride on the day of her marriage. Being a whore has its advantages! She felt desired, appreciated, not as a house cleaner or cook but as a woman and she hadn't felt so happy in years.

Janet had other feelings : she had known her husband Mark was a womanizer. He had had the guts of trying to seduce her ****** in front of her. She didn't know whether he had reached his goal. For the first time in her life, she had been able to retaliate on him : one yesterday, thirty two already today men and many more to come. She was exhausted but the result far out-weighted the effort. She had had more pleasure yesterday than anytime with Mark. He had always boasted with his big cock and Tyrone was nearly twice bigger than him. He was no match for the bulky black man!

They came back home to find a tearful Samantha : she hadn't surveyed the dinner and it had burned completely. Joan couldn't have alerted her as she had been in bed, straddling Al with his big cock skewering her ass hole. If the first penetrations had been painful and slow as it had been for all of them, her back passage was progressively stretching out for Al's delectation! Justin had decided to punish Samantha with a sound thrashing. The young woman had not received physical punishments in all her life, that made her thrashing even more terrible in comparison. The perspective moved her very deeply. Justin knew how much the wait would increase the stress and the fear of Debbie's youngest ********, thus he had decided to wait for Abbie's return.

Abbie confirmed the punishment and decided that Debbie would apply it : Who better than a ****** to chastise her baby? He just added that if Debbie didn't strike sufficiently hard, she would be chastised in her place!

He gave her a vicious looking pleated whip. Debbie knew she had no option but either to punish really her young ******** or be punished herself, probably even harsher. Abbie ordered Debbie to disrobe completely and show her two youngest ********s her new tattoo. Their ****** grabbed the whip with a hesitant hand and whacked her ********'s bottom with all her might. Samantha screamed as she felt that her bottom was on fire. Abbie announced in a quite neutral tone quite loudly for all to hear :

- One! Still eleven to go! Try to make her scream louder. It's very pleasant to hear!

The second stroke hit Samantha's ass. To her, it felt even harder than the first one. She felt her pussy gaping open then clamping convulsively. The whipping had certainly a highly sexual effect compounded by the ultimate fear and the resentment she felt against her ******.

- Two! Still ten to go!

Debbie continued to apply the whip like a machine trying to apply the whip at a steady rhythm, with a medium strength, not too hard, to risk making her ******** ***** nor too softly to risk being told she was too lenient. At the count of six, Samantha lost the control of her bladder and a jet of yellow urine was projected backward, aspersing her ******.

She resumed the whipping but she had no more the nerve to continue at the count of eight, she threw down the whip, fell on her knees and cried with her ********. Abbie announced in the same voice.

- Debbie has decided to switch roles with Samantha. There was still four to go which are doubled as a punition for abandonment of her duty! Eight to go!

Justin helped Samantha to stand. The fiery welts crisscrossed her bottom. She had difficulties to walk but she took the whip with a vengeful attitude. Samantha chose another position, just aside from her ******, about at the height of her breasts. She lifted the whip and applied it with all her might, too. The whip made a swoosh noise as it darted through the air and landed with a thump noise. The tip of the whip had reached as far as her clit zone. Debbie felt a stinging, unbelievable pain. She screamed louder than Samantha had done. The second blow landed directly on the lips of Debbie's pussy. She jumped like a bronco trying to out saddle its rider. Unmoved, Samantha applied a third then a fourth blow that elicited awful screams of ultimate pain.

Abbie stopped for a moment Samantha's arm.

- Four! If you continue to hit that hard in the same region, Debbie will not be able to be fucked this evening in her cunt or her ass. Turn her on her back and whip her tits instead but use less *****! Four to go!

When Abbie had stopped the whipping, Debbie had had a loving glance toward Abbie but when he told to Samantha to whip her tits, she thought for a moment she would get insane from the pain. Her breasts were certainly more sensitive than her buttocks! Samantha knew it and an evil smile crossed his face

Samantha brought down the whip as hard as previously. Debbie had never felt such a searing pain. She screamed as hard as if she had received a fatal injury. Debbie, instinctively put her hands to her pussy, but instead of curling into a bowl, she began to knead her clit. Abbie heard her groan :

- Please, continue, make me cum, master, make me cum under the whip!

Abbie knew that a few lucky submissive girls could climax when they were ******** painfully by their masters but he had never witnessed it.

- Five! Three to go!

Debbie was now so close to an Earth shattering orgasm that the lightest touch would have pushed her over the edge. The next strike was more than enough to do the job. The effect was so devastating on her that she rolled on herself, falling from the bed and passing out. Abbie applied wet clothes on her face and waited anxiously until she regained conscience. But the punishment was not over. It had to be continued to its end. He announced in a steady voice.

- Six! Two to go! Do it fast, Samantha!

Samantha obeyed and applied the two last strokes in a row with minimum delay between them. Debbie roared and fainted a second time. She woke up a few minutes later, cuddled in Abbie's arms. The black man was really caring for her. She felt no resentment against her ********. She had to be punished : the conditions of her punishment had been set before and there was no going back on that. She hadn't been able to meet them and she had been punished too for her incompetence. She would ask Abbie to treat her rougher, to harden her, not to fail him again! She was so sad not to have been able to do what he had asked from her that she would have punished herself even harsher! Ten whip strokes every day for a whole month. She was so furious against herself she would have accepted even worse treatments, abandoning her back in the house when he would leave with her ********s!

That night, Abbie decided to swap the girls : he would open Janet's back passage to allow Tyrone to fuck her completely afterward. In exchange, Tyrone would ream Debbie to make her ready for really big cocks, either in her cunt or her ass. Samantha and Joan would exchange partners, too but as the two girls were identical twins, their partners would see little differences. Around 2 AM, the girls would go back to their legitimate owners, although Debbie was for the time being, the only one in their little flock officially owned. The official ceremony of ownership for Janet would take place on the next afternoon. Debbie would take care of her ******** to make her as pretty as possible for the ceremony. Afterwards, the photographs would be sent to her former husband, Mark. Their definitive separation was a sufficiently important event to warrant a perfect preparation. He would probably be as startled as Tom when he would see the video of his wife having her mouth filled with pee through his marriage license, the marriage license shredded into small pieces and fed to her, her marriage ring unceremoniously broken in two pieces, her wedding dress soaked in pee and shredded in front of the camera. . .

Tomorrow morning, they would rent another van under Debbie's name and they would start moving the furniture to a second hand furniture dealer. They would sell off everything in the house and the last objects they would need, such as the beds would be burned in the court yard. Tom would find nothing but his own clothes when he came back. The photos and video he would receive would make him mad against his wife but would also prevent him from calling for the assistance of police. Most of the aggrieved husbands had just sued for divorce and looked for another woman, forgetting their former wife who was now a jewel in some far away brothel in a foreign country.

When Debbie knocked at the door of Janet's bedroom -- it was puzzling to consider that the bedrooms were now ascribed to Abbie, Tyrone, Al and Justin and the girls had to move according to Abbie's decisions under the supervision usually of Al or Justin -, she had to turn her back to the door as Abbie's latest whim had been to tie their wrists to their back once more. They had been ordered to keep the position to let their guests enjoy the view of their naked buttocks. Samantha and Debbie's were crisscrossed with angry weals. Tyrone whistled when he saw them. He ran rapidly his hands on the raised welts. The skin was hot to his touch.

- I'm going to apply a good salve on your buttocks and breasts before fucking you. I fear that your lips and ass hole are very swollen and sensitive. It's gonna hurt when I'll push my big cock into one of your holes. It will make you feel incredibly tight at the beginning and you know I'll enjoy it a lot! You'll probably scream in pain and it will arouse me even more but know in advance that it'll be even worse when you'll get back to Abbie as the swelling would have increased even more. It will need a couple of days to be back to normal, my poor baby girl!

Tyrone was right, being fucked by him in her condition was a terrible ordeal but she still felt that the punishment had been fair and the pain helped to strengthen her submissive tendencies and the strong bond she was feeling toward the boss of their captors and his lieutenant. But the first time he touched her quite sensitive breasts, he listened with pleasure to her sharp intake of breath as the pain invaded her body.

She was glad when, much later, she knocked at Abbie's door : just one or two occasions to being fucked and she would find the soothing help of *****. She had been used as never she had been in her life that day and she already knew it was just another step in her initiation!

Debbie former life comes to its end

The second morning in Debbie's home, after the home invasion that had led to her total enslavement along with her three ********* really looked like the previous one. Debbie woke up cuddled in Abbie's arms, her mouth on his neck, as if she was kissing him in her *****. Samantha found herself in an even more erotic position. She was straddling her master and his cock was still embedded in her cunt. It was limp and shriveled but it was still nine inches long. Her flaming red buttocks were probably the cause of her not having dismounted from him. Each time she had tried to rest on her back, the pain had been excruciating.

This morning, Al and Joan took Debbie's car to go and buy a few cakes for the breakfast. Debbie and Samantha remained standing to eat as their buttocks were still smarting from the whipping they had endured. The conversation was rolling between the eight protagonists as if they were close friends. In a sense, they were : Debbie considered herself mated with Abbie, the leader of the group. Her eldest ******** Janet was dreaming to the ownership ceremony where she would play the central role in the afternoon. She would then regain probably her usual name. It was better to be named Janet the whore than be the anonymous slut B as Abbie had christened her!

Her younger sisters Joan and Samantha had not such urgent problems as the ceremony requested that their owner had used their cunt and ass. Both of them were still virgins and they would be auctioned for public defloration as soon as they had been spirited away from England in a no return (they thought) trip. They could be claimed only after that. Abbie had told them that this auction would take place soon after their arrival at their destination but he hadn't been really precise.

Abbie and Debbie left to rent a van. Officially, it was Debbie who would sell all the furniture to second hand dealers. Her husband -no! She had to think to him in the past tone- her former husband would find an empty home with his wife and ********* gone. Everything would be organized for him to be sure that his wife had left him, sold the furniture as their house was his property and had disappeared. He would never imagine a **********! Abbie had envisioned discarding all his clothes or burning them in the courtyard but he had abandoned the idea as he somewhere pitied the useless small cocked wimp. His mission of taking possession of a group of white women and giving them the basic training for whores had succeeded beyond his highest hopes. Debbie, the ****** and her eldest ******** had serviced more than seventy men the day before for their first public outing.

Abbie was planning another more serious session of practice for the afternoon but the girls hadn't been warned about it. This time, the four of them would have a direct approach of their future trade. The two virgins would just have to wear a chastity belt to forbid attempts on their cunts but their mouths and asses would be heavily worked out!

He went to the toilets to pee and ordered Joan to enter there with him. It was probably the first time the young woman had ever entered toilets with a man. She blushed beet root when he ordered her to open his fly and extract his cock so that he could pee without soiling his fingers. He was pretty sure that she couldn't properly aim the flow and that there would be pee anywhere from the floor to the walls. He would then punish her for her clumsiness! She surprised him as she directed the jet straight into the bowl but the last droplets fell down on his shoes. He faked a terrible anger that terrorized the poor Joan. As a punishment, he ordered her to kneel at his feet and clean his shoes with her tongue. It was overtly disgusting but he was pleased to see that Joan complied instantly. He made her then complete her debasement by cleaning the floor around his feet still with her tongue. It was a good lesson for her as she could be expected to service some day with her mouth a man who hadn't washed his cock for weeks. She would have to do it without even a remark. Cum sluts were never allowed to scold a free man! They were nothing but property, an object to be used and ******, nothing more!

When he left with Debbie in her car to fetch the van, he ordered her three ********* to clean the van under Tyrone's supervision. He had read something funny with a car and naked girls on the net. Why not try to do it there with these English girls? They vacuumed thoroughly the interior but he told them to clean afterward the windows and the glasses protecting the lamps. They were covered with crushed insects parts that had dried there. The girls looked for cloth or sponges to do the job. They stopped dead on their tracks when he ordered them to clean the mess. . . with their tongues. . . and swallow what they would rub off!!! The threat of using the whip on their bottoms was sufficient to make them running. Janet was a living remainder of the severity of punishments for non cooperative girls.

When they had finished the job, he told them to soap the van completely. They had no tools for that. He just squeezed a good volume of liquid soap on the van. They needed water to dilute the soap and cloth to apply it on the whole structure. He suggested them to plunge their breasts in the drum of cold water and rub the car with their breasts, insisting where the car was the dirtiest. They did a very good job at it, so good in fact that he proposed to make it an attraction for customers in the future. They would pay for having girls with buxom breasts washing their cars with their breasts, much nicer than with an automatic machine! And afterwards, they could book one of the girls who had rubbed their car in the sexiest way. Fucking a girl covered with soap foam on the hood of your car iss another rather common male fantasy.

Tyrone had a last job for them : applying the polish cream on the car with a wad of cloth. Unfortunately, the cream would attack the sensitive skin of their breasts. Tyrone had a very practical mind : he placed a polyethylene bag between the breasts and the wad of tissue. The girls could then rub with all their heart the cream on the van. The effect of big breasts used so enticingly on their car, the epitome of male supremacy, had soon the inevitable effect : Tyrone, Al and Justin sported a raging hard on. There was no reason not to give them the release they expected. For what other reason would they have ********* a whole family of pretty girls? Tyrone took them to the garden : the orchard was separated from the vegetable garden by a neat stone wall with concrete top. It was three feet high and two feet wide, just the proper width to make a girl lie on it safely and the proper height to raise their bottoms at the optimum position. It seemed that Debbie had had that wall built, just for that use!

There was just the problem of the comfort : a concrete wall isn't a cozy place to frolick with girls. Tyrone, still in charge shrugged : As Abbie had told them the previous day, these girls in this family came with quite adequate air bags. If they suffered somewhat from the contact on the concrete, what the matter as long as their riders who mounted them did not suffer from the same hardship! In addition, the girls had immediately understood what Tyrone was intending and they showed their extreme impatience by wiggling seductively their bottoms or calling to the three men in a lewd tone :

- What are you waiting for, master? My ass and my mouth (or my cunt for Janet who was taking pride in emphasizing she had three holes to offer to her lover) is hot and waiting for your magnificent cock! Fuck me, Master, Fuck your slut whore.

Soon after, the three girls received with pleasure screams and greedy moans the visit of their master's cocks in their asses. The precedent visits had been so much enjoyable for them that they now considered the three men as their lovers. It's quite normal for a girl to service sexually her boyfriend nowadays, isn't it? The only thing that was out of the norm was that Joan and Samantha were still virgins but had had their asses conveniently reamed just the previous night. That reminded Tyrone that Abbie had told him to start reaming really the bottoms of the two youngest girls. He had better do it immediately as he supposed that Joan and Samantha would be put on commercial duty soon, if not that afternoon or evening already!

When the three men had shot their first load of cum in the thirsty asses, Tyrone told them to swap partners. He soon was confronted by Samantha's luscious bottom while Justin was beginning to explore Joan's body and Al was already easing his long cock into Janet's bottom. He had no difficulty what so ever : Tyrone had made a great job with his fourteen inches cock. He could just hope that he would be as good and patient with tiny and, oh so tight, Joan. For the time being, he knew that he could plough as hard as he wanted this welcoming ass. God, she was a three shots gun, now. He would make her suck his cock, clean and make her restore his hardness for his next partner! But Tyrone had already thought to it : it was time for the three girls to taste a cock fresh out of their bowels! It would be a good training exercise! He felt proud of his present job : he could now ram easily his big cock inside Samantha's back passage. She was ready for service and he told her so. Nothing could have made her prouder : she felt an adult, at last!

Abbie and Debbie had sold her car. They returned with the rented van and discovered the three girls pumping the men's cocks. Debbie didn't need to be given orders to take her place on the wall along with her ********* and start to blow Abbie. She was such an experienced cock sucker now that her partner soon was in the same excited state as his friends! Tyrone signaled the next women's swap. Janet was now to be serviced by Justin, Tyrone would take care of Joan, Al would fuck Debbie and Abbie would test Samantha. God, he would have to use a computer. He had never been confronted with the difficulty of training FOUR girls simultaneously! Bah! If, as he thought, Debbie and her ********* would reveal themselves as a major hit in some international brothel, their own status in the Organization would improve greatly. God, Abbie could be appointed manager of the brothel and they would accompany their preys. That would be great : he felt a strong bond toward Dee but he was also very fond of the pretty Janet. The first time she would be off duty, he would join her in his bedroom and made her travel around the globe, maybe twice : fucking in a row her three holes with little time between. All girls he had encountered so far loved it!