Becoming His Object

Remind me not to earn another punishment from Mr. Envelope.

I knew it would be bad- the man gets under my skin like no other before or since him.  The mental gymnastics that he puts me through surpass the physical; when I play with him, I know that I am going to be challenged and broken.  I had never been punished by him until tonight- and I am not eager for a repeat performance.

He started by reviewing the agenda; he enjoys watching my face as he walks me through his plan, and it also serves as a way of gaining consent and assessing limits.  “As you know, tonight is about punishment,” he began in his low, even tone.  “You will not orgasm tonight.  This is not going to be fun for you.  I, on the other hand, will be having an orgasm, and I will be using your mouth to do it.  You will be hooded and wearing a ring gag for the duration of the night.  I will use you as I please, and you will make me cum using your mouth.  I will cum directly into your mouth, and you will swallow as much as you can.  Anything that leaks onto the floor, you will lick.”  I nodded along, making an effort to quell the butterflies, knowing that they were wholly inappropriate for the situation.  “I may write on you, I may spit on you.  I will hurt you.  I will degrade you.  You are little more than an object to me tonight, and I will make you feel that way.  You will not hear me call you a good girl.  When I am done with you, you will remain an object while I drink my coffee. You will remain still and silent until I free you.  Do you understand?”

I made an effort to keep my witty quips to a minimum.  As excited as I was by much of what he said, I am experienced with him enough to know he meant it when he said that this wasn’t going to be fun for me.  I nodded, steeling myself for what was to come- if I had only known, I might have run for the hills.

I stood in my living room fully clothed while he secured the ring gag and hood.  I was plunged into complete darkness, my mouth the only part of me exposed.  My tongue and jaw tested the ring gag, finding it fairly rigid and unforgiving.  I could already feel the spit in my mouth pooling. Gulp (literally).

“Strip,” he said simply.  Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his gaze burning through me.  I removed my shirt, bra, and pants (of course I wasn’t wearing panties).  I found myself feeling disoriented, even though I have spent countless hours in my living room.  My spatial awareness was flawed, and as he moved silently around me, I lost perspective.  When he finally stopped in front of me, he had my full attention.

I felt the tip of a marker on my breast, and briefly tried to guess what he was writing (I still don’t know- the drool and bruising made the writing disappear before my hood came off- I’ll have to check the photos).  The moment was intimate, a symbol of his control over me and my surrender to him.

I took a deep steadying breath as he wrote, embracing my submissive role.  I squared my shoulders, dropping them and focusing my weight into my feet and through the floor.  I placed my hands behind my back, sinking deeper into my favoured submissive stance.  I felt grounded and serene- ready- until the first blow landed.

I forgot to mention- he got a brand new riding crop, made of the smoothest and softest leather.  It transformed to a biting flash as it made contact with my soft breast.  I yelped, more in surprise than in pain, though the sting of the crop lingered.  I adjusted my posture, mentally preparing for additional impact.  As a practiced sub, I could already feel myself sinking deeper into the moment. 

I was therefore quite surprised to feel tears sting the corners of my hooded eyes after the third blow.  He was just getting warmed up, and so was I- tears were decidedly unexpected at this stage.  I mentally chalked them up to irritation from the hood, and refocused my attention on absorbing the intensifying sting of the crop on the tops of my breasts.  The leather made a wicked sound each time it made contact, and the resounding sensation was becoming more painful.  He struck my left breast, and then my right, and I felt the first string of drool in between them.  The yelp I swallowed became a sob in my throat. 

I could feel the tears coming before they arrived, seemingly from deep within some unexplored part of my soul.  I choked out a sob as the next blow landed, my mind racing to try to understand what was happening.  I have endured some pretty impressive impact play in my years exploring BDSM, and I have truly sobbed only twice.  The shock of the tears was just as jarring as the continued assault on my breasts.  I breathed deeply in an effort to get myself under control, but the tears were already flowing.  I finally moved my hands to my breasts, an effort to protect my body while I sorted out my mind.

As I reflect on it now, I still don’t know what the trigger was for the tears.  I have been feeling vaguely unsettled in my personal life, the unnamed root cause still just out of my grasp.  Maybe the hood provided a layer of safety- a mask to cover my vulnerability.  Maybe it was the degradation- seeing myself as a hooded figure: helpless, marked, drooling, and in pain.  Maybe I just needed a good cry.   What I do know is that it got much worse.

As I covered my breasts and tried to quiet my sobs, he gave me a moment of reprieve.  “Get on your knees,” he said.  His voice remained deep and even, without an ounce of warmth in the face of my fraying edges.  I did as I was told, grateful for what I hoped was a change of pace.  I heard him unzip his pants, glad that his hands were otherwise occupied.  I took advantage of the opportunity to collect myself, and found myself feeling more in control as he sat on the couch.

“Come toward me,” he said, and took my hands as I crawled to the edge of the couch.  He placed my hand on his cock, allowing me to stroke him.  “Use only your mouth,” he said easily, and I lowered my open mouth to his cock.

Without the luxury of sight, and with the ring gag firmly in place, I was decidedly out of my element.  Sucking his cock while gagged was like re-learning how to ride a bike.  My usual practiced, fluid motions were clumsy and delayed as I worked to ensure that his cock was inside the ring, and then figure out where my tongue goes.  I couldn’t close my lips around him, so I couldn’t suck, swirl, and swallow with my usual flair.  My teeth were outside the ring, so that was one less consideration, but it took a fair amount of focus to get his cock back into my throat with the added obstruction of the ring- not to mention the drool.  There was spit absolutely everywhere, freely falling down my chin and onto his cock.  Thick spit pooled at the sides of my mouth as I tried to swallow him, each effort to get him in my throat rewarded with another gush of spit.  I gargled his cock and my spit, choking and drooling as I tried to please him.

He let me get my bearings and find.my own rhythm before he put his hands on either side of my hooded face.  He bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my tongue teasing the head of his cock through the ring gag before he forced himself back into my throat.  The longer he held my head on his cock, the more I felt like I might drown in my own spit.  I could already tell that I was a mess.

When he tired of face fucking me, he ordered me to kneel again.  I stood tall on my knees again, placing my hands behind my back obediently.  I was still shaky from the surprise tears and clumsy blow job, but now that I had figured out how to suck his cock with a ring gag I felt a little more solid.

When he hit me with the crop again I wasn’t ready for it, but I adjusted quickly.  I lowered my  shoulders, doing my best to quiet the panic building up inside of me.  The tears were far closer to the surface than I had thought, and I could feel them falling as he hit me a second time.  Before I realized what was happening I had covered my breasts again, falling back on my heels and curling into myself as the sobs took over.  I felt frantic and scared, completely out of control.

I am not a dainty crier, especially with a ring gag in my mouth.

“Get back up…you will present them to me,” he said evenly.  All I wanted in that moment was to be comforted, and instead he demanded more.  I stood back up on my knees, shaky and sobbing, and placed my hands gently under my breasts.  I raised them, pressing them together- presenting them to him against all of my better judgement.

My body and mind screamed in protest, drool falling onto my throbbing skin while tears soaked my hood.  I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing a sob as he landed the crop on my breast with a sharp snap.  I began freely crying, and he didn’t let up.  I tried with every fibre of my being to surrender to him- to the pain- as blow after blow landed on my tender skin.  My fingers dug into the underside of my breasts, my teeth biting down as much as the ring gag would permit.  Guttural sounds escaped my throat as I sobbed, the pain and fear finally getting the best of me as I turned into myself and covered my breasts.

“Present,” he ordered.  I took a few deep breaths, reluctantly straightening myself in front of him.  I could feel drool between my legs, down my stomach, even on the floor.  I gently cupped my breasts, begging my body for forgiveness as I steadied myself for more torment.  He was relentless, his crop demanding tears and screams (and later, I found out, bruises) from me in equal measure.

My body and mind flooded with relief when he grabbed my hair and thrust his cock into my drooling mouth.  I was still crying, but it was easier to find my footing when the crop was resting. 

When I gagged his cock out of my mouth he covered my nose and mouth, causing a new wave of panic to course through me.  Breath play demands serenity; panic only makes things worse.  I used every grounding technique I know to quiet my screaming body, but the residual sobbing made it much too difficult.  I tapped out, and he went back to face fucking me. 

When I gagged again, he covered my nose and mouth, this time demanding that I hold on.  His encouragement (vague threat?) gave me a bit more stamina, but I tapped out again.  I held on longer for the third time, but he still got the better of me.  (Side note: that is certainly something I am interested in trying more of, maybe without the tears).

Next, he ordered me to lay down.  He rubbed the head of his cock along my pussy.  I could feel that I was soaked- with excitement, with spit, who knows- likely a combination of both.  He eased inside of me, reminding me that I was not to cum.  By this point I had an acute understanding of the depths of his punishment and was absolutely not interested in disobeying.  His cock felt exquisite, especially after everything he had put my body through, but I stayed well off the edge.

He sat me back up, thrusting his cock now soaked in my juices back into my ever-awaiting mouth.  He used me until he came, filling my mouth with salty cum.  I braced myself as he shuddered, feeling his hot load at the back of my throat.  I swallowed a few times as best as I could, tilting my head back to get as much of it as I could down my throat.  He pulled back, watching me struggle to swallow the rest of him.

I breathed deeply as I came back down to earth, relieved that the torment was over- except it wasn’t, not quite.

He helped me to stand, and then had me sit in a comfortable chair in the corner.  I remained naked, fully drenched in spit (more wet than if I had just gotten out of the shower), hooded, and gagged.  He told me that I was to sit quietly in the chair- an object for him to admire, but nothing more.  He said that he was going to drink his coffee, and that I would sit there for an hour and a half.  At the 45 minute mark, I was permitted to ask to be released, but if I asked before 45 minutes had passed, I would endure another round of punishment.  If I made it the full hour and a half, I would be released without incident.

You’ll recall that in an earlier session Mr. Envelope had me count ten minutes in my head, and it was an abject failure.  I decided early on that I was not about to risk additional punishment by trying to free myself after 45 minutes; I buckled down for the full hour and a half.

I heard him take his seat on the couch across from me and sip his coffee.  I could hear the central air kick on and off, making me instantly freezing- especially as I was largely soaked in spit.  I could feel acute soreness in my breasts, and my jaw was well past aching.  I could feel his eyes on every part of me.

I also knew that this was the home stretch.  I had survived (barely) the punishment so far, and all I had to do was sit quietly for an hour and a half, under his gaze.  I slowed my breathing, taking deliberate stock of my body and mind.  I was still reeling from the surprise tears, so I decided to use the forced reflection time to investigate that.  I didn’t get very far with that initially, so instead pivoted to counting- not in an effort to mark 45 minutes, but as a grounding exercise- like counting sheep.  By focusing my mind, I was able to relax my jaw, and pull attention away from the self-consciousness he was creating.

The hour and a half passed slowly and quickly, all at once.  Each time the central air came on I was sure I would freeze to death, but as it lulled I could feel relief in my skin as it warmed.  I remained vaguely aware of his potential gaze, but it became more comforting than intimidating.  I thought about our bond, and how incredible it is that he knew to keep pushing me through the tears instead of backing off.  I began to feel grateful to him, instead of fearful of him.  I felt myself fidget a few times, more in an effort to ease cramps or refocus my thoughts than out of discomfort.  I reached a state of serenity, my body and mind finally at peace.

He didn’t say a word until he stood to release me.  He undid the gag, and removed my hood.  The brightness of the lights was jarring, as was the breaking of the scene- it took me a moment to be able to look him in the eye.  I had experienced such intimacy at his hands, and had given him vulnerability and submission- that kind of power exchange takes a moment to recalibrate when the scene is over.

He stayed to talk, ensuring that I was okay and put back together before he left.  He photographed my bruising breasts, gently and appreciatively running his fingertips over his handiwork.  We brought our dynamic slowly back to neutral, assuming our regular push and pull conversation. 

As he was leaving, he took me gingerly in his hands, leaning in to kiss me- and didn’t. 

Remind me not to earn another punishment from Mr. Envelope.

The Misadventures of Jessica: The Slumber Party, Part 2

Read part 1 here, and Jessica’s other misadventures here.

It took Jessica a moment to realize that she was naked; it took her another few moments to realize that she was sticky.  She woke underneath a pillow, assuming that she or Scott had squirmed in the night and rearranged things.  The room was still dark, her friends all fast asleep around her.  She stretched to get more comfortable, intending to roll over and snuggle up to Scott and fall back asleep- that’s when she clued in that her pyjama top was open.

Confusion turned into cold panic as she realized that her shirt wasn’t the only thing askew.  Her shorts were nowhere to be found; how did she end up naked?!  She sat up quickly, moving her arms to cover her exposed breasts.  There was a sticky substance on her breasts, and now on her arms that had crossed in front of her.  She took stock of her body, realizing that the sticky substance was also all over her feet, and some in her hair as well.  She began to think that there had been a slumber party prank.

Jessica got up quietly, tiptoeing to the washroom to clean herself off.  She took in her reflection in the mirror as she tried to figure out what she was covered in.  She watched as the milky white substance dripped down her breasts, some of it having already hardened in her hair.  The locket that Scott had given her was also covered- she prayed that it wasn’t ruined.

Was it pudding? Glue? Paint? As all the possibilities ran through her mind, she deliberately tried to stay away from the creeping realization that the substance was much more sinister than pudding.

She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she knew deep down that it was cum.

Jessica felt her face flush, even though she was alone.  She had woken up at her own birthday sleepover, naked and drenched in cum.  This had to be a prank, and a cruel one at that.  Maybe she was wrong; maybe it was just paint or something made to look like cum.  She did her best to rationalize this option as she turned on the shower.  She hopped in, scrubbing her entire body until her skin was pink and raw.  She took off the locket, taking great care to ensure that it was cleaned.  Her mind spun as she scrubbed- who would do this to her? What kind of a sick prank is it, especially with her boyfriend right beside her?  Was he in on it?  

She immediately dismissed the notion that Scott had anything to do with it- he would never humiliate her like that.  It must have been the other guys- his friends.  But why? As much as she tried, she couldn’t come up with any reason.  She begun to doubt herself- did it really happen? Maybe this was all a dream.  What on earth was she going to do?

She got out of the shower, rubbing the towel on her breasts, hair and feet, scrubbing away the phantom cum that she had long ago washed off.  She got dressed in new pyjamas, these ones flannel and warm and comforting.  She suppressed tears as she looked at herself in the mirror, her birthday having taken a dark turn.  How was she going to tell Scott what had happened? Would he be angry with her? Was this cheating?  Of course not- she knew that- but would he be angry that she accused his friends? Who else could it have been?

Jessica realized that she had no proof that anything had happened; it was just her word against theirs- and she didn’t even know who “they” were.  She resolved not to say anything to anyone- she would keep her humiliation private, and do her best to move on with her life.  With that in mind, she went back to her sleeping bag, taking extra care to zip it up around her and tuck into Scott’s arms before drifting back off into a fitful sleep.

Everyone woke in the morning without incident- it was only Jessica who had been targeted and humiliated.  She was antsy to get everyone out of her house- she just wanted to be alone to grieve her reputation and supposed friendships.  Scott shot her a couple of questioning looks, but didn’t say anything- he likely just assumed that she was tired from all of the festivities.  His friends were totally normal all morning- joking around with each other, thanking her politely for inviting them.  She searched each of their eyes for guilt or knowledge of what happened, and came up with nothing.

When the last of her guests left that morning, she crumbled to the floor and cried.

At least an hour or two had passed, the tears freely flowing from her body until she was nothing but sobs.  She was in the fetal position with tears running down her face when someone came in the door- Dan.  She was startled, and sat up quickly as she tried to quiet her sobs and dry her eyes.  “Hey, Jessica, we forgot something- sorry to bother you,” he said in a friendly tone.  He walked into her living room and was followed by a few of the other guys- Mark, Eric, Mike, and Kyle.  She looked up at them from her position on the floor, sniffling and wiping her tears.  

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Kyle asked sweetly, “did you not have a good birthday?”

“Nothing,” Jessica said quickly, “I’m fine.  What did you forget?”

“Well,” Dan began, a smile forming at the corners of his lips, “we wanted to give you one last gift.”  The other guys smirked, clearly in on some inside joke.

Jessica was so lost in her own vulnerability and shame that she didn’t understand the connotation.  “Thanks, guys, but I’m kinda tired- can we do this later?” she asked, eager to be alone.  

“It’ll only take a second,” Dan assured her, handing her a wrapped box.  Please, we worked hard on it- open it,” he said.

Jessica took the box, tastefully wrapped in her favourite shade of pink- almost exactly the same colour as the polish on her toes.  “You guys didn’t have to get me anything, thank you,” she said politely, quickly tearing at the wrapping paper.  The faster she opened the gift, the faster they would leave her alone to cry in peace.

She held a photo album in her hands.  When she opened it she saw photos that Mark had taken throughout the night- the poker tournament, the games they had played, various groups of people laughing and having a good time.  Jessica was touched at the thoughtfulness of the gift- a great keepsake of the happier memories of her party.  She flipped through the photos, making an effort to smile.  “This is so thoughtful,” she said, right before she dropped the album.

When she flipped a page, she saw a photo of her naked breasts.  With shaky hands she picked up the album, flipping to the next photo.  Jessica’s nakedness was on full display in photo after photo; her breasts, her pussy, lips held open, hands all over her.  Cold dread enveloped her, her focus solely on each photo.  She forgot about the men standing in front of her, and flipped through each horrific image as what had happened dawned on her. 

She saw the first cum shot and froze; she had been right- it was cum that covered her body.  She watched the photos like a slow-motion video, each man taking their turn using her body for his own pleasure.  When she got to the last shot, an artful photo of cum dripping down her toes with the rest of her nudity in the background, she dropped the album for a second time.

“You…” she said, unable to find any words.

“Yes, we…” Dan said smugly, picking the album up off the ground.  “We had a bit of fun at your expense, I’m afraid,” he said, moving closer to her.  “You are a gorgeous girl, Jessica, we just couldn’t help ourselves,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

She cowered away from him, feeling defensive and cornered.  “Get out,” she said quietly.  

“Not yet,” Kyle said, moving closer to her.  “We are here to finish what we started last night, birthday girl,” he continued.  “You see, you were such a good girl last night, letting us do anything we wanted to you- you were so hot, so accommodating- we talked this morning, and decided that we want more.”

“Absolutely not, get OUT!” Jessica screamed, standing and getting ready to run away from them.  She didn’t realize that she had nowhere to go.  “Jessica, just make this easier on yourself,” Mark said compassionately.  “We have about a hundred compromising photos of you- that we could share with anyone- including Scott, or your parents…the list is endless,” he said evenly.  “And you know we will- so why don’t you be a good girl and just let us use you, and we promise to keep the photos to ourselves,” he finished.

Horror filled Jessica’s body as she realized that he was right- she was in an impossible predicament, with five of her boyfriend’s friends in front of her, set on overpowering her and using her body- just as they had the night before.  “No, guys, please…” Jessica stammered, knowing that she had already lost.

They all inched toward her, hands pulling at her pyjama shirt.  Dan ripped it open, sending buttons scattering across the floor.  “That’s it, show us those gorgeous tits,” Mark said.  Two of the men held her arms behind her when she tried to cover herself, as someone else pulled her pants down.  She realized that she was completely helpless, and tried her best to withdraw into herself until the horror and humiliation was over.

The men around her started stroking their cocks as they groped her.  She felt rough hands squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, while others invaded between her legs.  She heard them talking to each other as if she wasn’t even there.

“Fuck, these are nice tits,” Mark said.

“Let’s get her laying down- I want to taste that pussy,” Dan said as the men carried her to bed.  Jessica was limp, not even begging them to stop- she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.  She held back tears as they spread her legs, the fingers of two men invading both of her holes. She cried out as she felt fingers slide into her ass, her efforts to close her legs foiled as men held them open. 

“Just lay still, it won’t hurt as much,” Mark encouraged her, gently stroking her face as he squeezed her nipple.  

Someone started to rub her clit, and she moaned in pleasure- she didn’t mean to, it just happened.  “What a good little slut, getting all wet to be raped,” Eric said before he pressed his tongue to her clit.  Jessica shivered, her next moan suppressed as a cock was forced into her mouth.

“That’s it, good girl, suck my cock,” someone said, and Jessica did as she was told.  She could feel him hardening in her mouth as the rest of them continued to use her body.  “You are going to make each of our cocks nice and hard so we can rape you with them,” Dan instructed. 

“You’re going to help us rape you, slut,” Eric laughed.

Jessica sucked cock after cock, crying as they forced back into her throat.  She was covered in her own spit and sweat, and it started to mix with theirs as they spit all over her body to further humiliate her.  When the first cock forced its way into her body she screamed, the rough assault a direct contrast to Scott’s tenderness.  She squeezed the locket that he had given her for her birthday, desperate to hold on to a shred of the woman she was before her birthday.

She clung to the locket as they raped her, cock after cock forcing into her pussy and ass, her tears and screams going ignored.  She felt hands all over her, taking things from her that she didn’t even know she had to give.  She realized at some point that Mark had been taking photos the whole time, which took any final fight that she had out of her entirely.

“We covered her last night, let’s fill her today,” Dan suggested, and each of the men enthusiastically agreed.  She took load after load of cum in her pussy and ass, Mark’s camera capturing every cream pie.  When the last load emptied into her, he took a few more final photos, the men holding her legs, lips, and ass open with their hands so that Mark could get the perfect shots of her humiliation.

“Such a good girl,” Dan said, gently stoking her hair.  “We won’t show the photos, as long as you keep us happy.”

Jessica laid still as the dread of having to do this again filled her.  “That’s right slut, you belong to us now.  You can keep fucking your boyfriend, but when we want to use you, you are ours.  Sometimes we will come as a group, sometimes just one or two of us- you will always open your legs for us, and let us do anything we want.  As long as you’re a good girl, the photos- and your secrets- are safe.  If you understand, say yes sir.”

Jessica sobbed, her body recoiling at the through of such imprisonment.  She thought about Scott, and how she didn’t deserve him now that she had been made into such a whore. 

She clutched his locket as she heard her voice say, “Yes, Sir.”

Read more about Jessica’s misadventures here.

The Misadventures of Jessica: The Slumber Party, Part 1

“Happy birthday to me!” Jessica exclaimed as she took a perfectly wrapped gift from her friend Amanda.  Her friends were set to arrive over the next hour or so for her party- a good old fashioned slumber party.  Jessica had pulled out all the stops- junk food, horror movies, sleeping bags, face masks, games- it was going to be the perfect retro night, reminiscent of elementary school.  Now that she was in college, though, there was one key difference- boys decidedly allowed.

Jessica’s boyfriend Scott had taken her out for a surprise dinner the night before to celebrate more privately; he had gifted her a gorgeous heart shaped locket that she was now wearing.  Inside the locket was a tiny photo of the two of them, taken on their first date.  Jessica already cherished the locket and told Scott she would never take it off.

The slumber party had a larger guest list than their intimate dinner for two.  Jessica had invited her closest college friends, including Scott and a few of his guy friends.  She had steadily become friends with his friends over the years that they had dated, and was grateful that everyone got along really well.  Jessica was excited about the slumber party- doing something so silly and fun was just the thing that they all needed after a gruelling round of midterms.  The mandatory pyjama dress code was in effect, and Jessica had purchased a new matching set just for the occasion.  She wore a pink satin buttoned shirt with matching shorts; the material skimmed her body perfectly and felt impossibly soft against her skin.  She was totally lost in the novelty of the party, excited about every detail.

“Quite a pile of gifts you’ve got there…you must have really great friends,” Jessica’s friend Lucy teased as she added a gift to the pile.  “Well, I said no gifts, but apparently those really great friends suck at listening,” Jessica laughed, secretly excited to be so spoiled.  Even the boys had brought gifts; Jessica wondered if Scott had encouraged it.  She watched him across the room as he dealt a round of cards to a few of the slumber partiers.  He was so quietly confident, and Jessica loved him with all of her heart.  

The party continued until the wee hours of the morning. An impromptu poker tournament turned into ice cream sundaes, and finally the group camped out in their sleeping bags on the floor to watch a scary movie.  Jessica snuggled up next to Scott, curling into him and sneaking kisses every time the movie made her jump.  A couple of their friends were also getting close under the blankets, and Jessica found herself smiling- what a wonderful birthday.

Everyone drifted off to sleep long before the movie credits rolled.  Jessica slept beside Scott, holding hands over top of their separate sleeping bags.  The others were scattered with blankets, sleeping bags, and pillows all around the room, junk food and loose playing cards scattered throughout the space.  Everyone in the room had succumbed to their very own junk food induced coma- with a few key exceptions.

“I think everyone’s asleep,” Dan whispered, gently shuffling out of his sleeping bag.  Lucy’s hand was across his waist, her last reach for the popcorn interrupted by sleep.  He moved her arm, taking extra care not to wake her.  Dan stood, surveying the room as a couple of his friends quietly stood up as well.  “Talk about a captive audience,” Dan smirked, “everyone is ripe for the taking, boys.  Where do we start?” he sneered, his friends surveying the room with him.

“I think the birthday girl is the obvious target,” Kyle whispered, taking a few steps closer to Jessica’s sleeping frame.  The others followed suit, five tall shadows circling her and Scott. 

 “Aw, look at the lovebirds holding hands,” Mike said sourly, “I’m sure Scott won’t mind sharing.”  He reached down, gently separating the couple’s entwined fingers.  Jessica stirred briefly, causing all of the men to freeze.  She took a deep breath, drifting further into sleep while the men relaxed.

“Scott doesn’t even have to know that he’s sharing,” Dan reminded the group. A big part of their pact was secrecy- no one but the five of them could know what they were doing. 

“Yah, man, we know,” Eric chimed in, bending to get a closer look at Jessica.  “She’s gorgeous- this is gonna be hot,” he said appreciatively.

“Okay, we can’t wake her up- no sudden movements- let’s get her as naked as we can without waking her up.  Kyle, Eric- you work on getting her tits out.  The rest of you, watch to make sure the others don’t wake up- especially him,” Dan said, gesturing toward a sleeping Scott.  He was right up against Jessica, making it extra difficult for them to do what they wanted to do.

The boys quickly got to work.  Eric quietly unzipped Jessica’s sleeping bag, exposing her body from head to toe.  They held their breath as he took it off her, watching her slim body shiver slightly as she adjusted to the cool air.  She was laying on her back, which was lucky- all they had to do was move her arms to get at the buttons on her shirt.  Eric and Kyle made quick work of the buttons, both clearly trying to temper their own enthusiasm to keep their movements deliberate and gentle.  When Kyle undid the last button, the pink satin opened to reveal stunning naked breasts.

“God, I love slumber parties,” Kyle whispered as he opened Jessica’s shirt.  Her nipples instantly stiffened in the cool air, goosebumps forming on her flesh as the men stared. 

 “She has such nice tits,” Dan agreed, taking a moment to survey the room.  

“Do you think we can get her out of her shorts without waking her or Scott up?” he asked, debating the issue himself.  “The pics will be better naked, and I bet if she isn’t wearing a bra then she isn’t wearing panties either,” he mused.

“Only one way to find out,” Mike said, bending over Jessica.  He gently hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pink satin shorts, lifting them to look inside.  “No panties,” he confirmed, “and no hair either.” 

A shiver of excitement went through the group of men as they weighed the pros and cons of their next move.  “We have to- she’s not even wearing panties.  It’s like she wants it,” Dan decided.  The others nodded.

Dan and Mike knelt beside Jessica as the others watched the room.  Dan gently worked one side of her shorts off her slim hips while Mike took the other side.  They kept their movements slow, taking breaks in between progress to let Jessica settle back into sleep.  Her breathing stayed even as they worked, each of the men stifling their own gasps as Dan and Mike exposed her bare pussy.  

“Fuck, I can’t believe this,” Kyle marvelled.  Dan pulled her shorts down her smooth legs, gently moving her feet out of them and tossing them aside.  He noted that her painted pink toes matched the pink satin exactly.  “She’s perfect,” he said, standing to admire Jessica in all of her nakedness.

“Now the fun begins,” Mark said from slightly behind the boys.  While they undressed Jessica, he had been prepping his camera.  Mark was a photography major, and was poised to take photos of Jessica’s unsuspecting form.  “Okay, look out- I want to get some just as she is now, before we start to move her,” he said, stepping closer to Jessica.  Scott was still asleep next to her, and he made sure to include him in some of the initial photos.  “Poor guy has no idea,” he said, more to himself than anyone.

Mark took some close ups of Jessica’s perfect tits, zooming in on her hard nipples and the curve of her full breasts.  He took some full body shots, making sure to include the open sleeping bag and her pink satin pyjamas casually strewn beside her.  He took photos of her hairless pussy, focusing on the curve and angles where her thighs came together.  “We need to open her legs,” he ordered, and Kyle was quick to oblige.

Kyle gingerly wrapped his hand around Jessica’s slender ankle, spreading her legs for the camera.  Mark knelt, putting his camera between her legs to photograph her most intimate area.  “I want more,” Mark said as he eagerly snapped his photos, and his friends understood.

Dan got on the other side of Jessica, and he and Kyle gently parted the lips of her pussy.  Jessica stirred, causing all of the men to freeze- but she soon relaxed.  They all took a collective deep breath, while Dan and Kyle held Jessica’s pussy open for the camera.  Mark made sure to get her face in the photos too, making an effort to capture every vulnerable moment.

“Fuck, I’m hard,” Eric said as he watched.  The others nodded and grunted in agreement, each of them starting to stroke their hardening cocks as Mark finished up.  He reached out to cup each one of Jessica’s breasts, capturing the further violation on his camera before the main event.

“Okay, who’s first?” he said, stepping back to get a wider view through his lens.  “It’s gotta be me,” Eric said, already stepping up to the plate.  He had his cock out, rock hard as his hands stroked it.  He knelt beside Jessica, cupping her breast as Mark just had.  Mark snapped photo after photo as Eric molested her, and made sure to capture every second as he shot ropes of hot cum onto her perfect tits.  His cum covered the delicate chain and locket that Scott had given her the night before.

Dan was up next, standing over Jessica as he stroked himself.  While Dan decided where he wanted to paint Jessica, Kyle knelt at her feet.  He took his cock out of his pyjama pants, gently placing it between her feet.  Kyle loosely closed his hand around her pink painted toes and began to thrust his hips slightly to rub his cock between her feet.  

Dan eventually decided to add his load to Eric’s, leaving Jessica’s tits and locket absolutely covered in cum.  Mike was up next, taking some time to rub his cock over her sleeping face before he came in her hair.  Mark eagerly snapped photo after photo of the abuse, feeling his own cock tightening his pyjama pants.  Kyle remained at Jessica’s feet, using them to harden his cock as he watched his friends molest her.  Mark took his own cock out, watching Kyle’s slide between her feet as he kept snapping pictures of her cum covered body.

Kyle’s cock exploded all over her feet, his hot sticky cum running between her toes and down the soles of her feet.  Mark bent lower to capture the intricacies of such a violation, and decided that he needed to add his to that exact picture.  He used his own seed to cover the rest of her feet, laying on the floor at her feet to get the perfect angle as cum dripped down her gorgeous toes.  He could see her cum covered feet perfectly in the foreground, and snapped at photos at such an angle that the rest of her naked body was also in the frame.

“Guys, this is easily our best work,” he said enthusiastically as he snapped the last few photos.  When Mark had finished, Dan took Jessica’s sleeping bag and covered her with it.  The last part of the plan was the most important- they had to make sure that she woke up before everyone else, in order to give her a chance to get herself cleaned up before they were discovered.  

They were fairly confident that she wouldn’t say anything to anyone, particularly with her sleeping boyfriend beside her.  It would be pretty hard to explain why you woke up naked and covered in cum while your boyfriend slept beside you.

The men quickly went back to their own sleeping quarters, tucking themselves into their sleeping bags as if nothing had happened.  Dan carefully lobbed a pillow toward Jessica, hitting her gently in the face with it.  She stirred, but didn’t wake.  He threw another, and this time her breathing changed- he knew that he had woken her.

Each of the men laid there in silence, waiting to hear her reaction.

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The Misadventures of Jessica: A Day at the Beach

It was a gorgeous day for a visit to the beach.  Jessica and a group of friends from school had met early, all carpooling to a nearby beach for a day of fun in the sun.  She was wearing a bright red bikini, with red toe and nail polish to match.  Her boyfriend, Scott was driving, with a few of his friends in the backseat.  Another car of friends was behind them, everyone excited to blow off some steam.

They arrived at the beach, scouting out the perfect sunny spot to set up.  The ocean waves sounded peaceful, Jessica thought, as she put her towel down beside her friend Amy’s.  “This is going to be the perfect day,” Amy said as she rooted around for some sunscreen.  “Hey, Jessica, will you get my back?”  Jessica grabbed the lotion, squirting a generous amount into her hands and rubbing it into Amy’s toned shoulders.  She delicately untied her friend’s bikini top, moving it to the side so that she didn’t miss any spots.  She also reached her hand slightly into her friend’s bottoms, rubbing lotion onto the top of her ass, “just to avoid tan lines,” she said helpfully.  “Thanks, girl, I can do you now if you want,” Amy said, grabbing the lotion.

“Not so fast,” Scott said with a smile, “I’ve got your back Jessica.”  He winked at Jessica, sending shivers down her body- no matter how long they were together, she hoped that he always had that effect on her.  His strong hands massaged the lotion into her, repeating the same motions that she had on Amy, down to untying the bikini top. 

“Woah, Jessica, better keep those hands where they are or you’ll give us all a show,” their friend Chris joked.  Jessica rolled at her eyes, crossing her arms and holding her untied top a little tighter under Chris’s gaze.  Their friends Juan and Malcolm joined the group, each taking a moment to look Jessica’s vulnerable frame up and down.  Their gazes did not make her feel the butterflies that Scott’s did

“Okay babe, all done!” he said finally.  He fumbled with the back of her swimsuit, finally securing it. 

“Thanks,” Jessica said, making a show of kissing Scott in front of the guys. 

“Okay, you two, get a room!” Amy laughed, throwing her sunhat at them.  Jessica laughed too, and the boys went to throw the frisbee around.  

Jessica and Amy laid in the sun, each of them reading a book and sipping cucumber water.  Jessica was so relaxed that she may have even dozed off for a bit- that was until the boys returned.  “Hey, that looks like a really good idea,” Scott said, parking himself beside Jessica and offering a kiss hello.  “I could really go for a nap in the sun.”  Amy agreed, mumbling that it was highly recommended as she rolled over, continuing her own nap. 

“Forget naps, let’s go in the water!” Malcolm said, already walking toward the rolling waves. 

“Naw, I’m gonna have a nap- I’ll be in later,” Scott said. 

“Ugh, fine- Jessica, you come with us instead- we need four for our game,” Chris said.  “Plus, you already napped!” he said with a smile.

Jessica was torn- she really wanted to lay with Scott in the sun, holding hands and just being close to him.  She was also sweating like crazy, and could really use a dip.  “Go, babe, go as tribute for me while I get some zzs,” Scott joked, lightly smacking Jessica on the ass.  “I’ve hung out with those bozos all morning,” he said through a smile. 

“Oh, fine,” Jessica said, getting up and walking toward the water, “I’m going.”  She could feel Scott’s eyes on her as she walked toward the water, so made an extra show of swinging her hips so that her ass jiggled in her red bikini bottoms.  When she reached the cool water, she took a few long strides and dove in.  By the time she looked back at him, he was already asleep.

She swam out to meet the boys, surprised at how far ahead of her they were.  She took some easy strokes in the water, grateful for years of lifeguarding when she was younger.  She picked up her pace, pleased that the muscle memory was still there.  She cut through the waves crashing above her with ease, making it out to the boys in what she thought was pretty good time.  She dipped her head under water to get her hair out of her face, finally finding her footing in the deep water.

The water was up almost to her shoulders, which is perhaps why she didn’t immediately realize why the guys were looking at her so funny.  She met Chris’s eyes first, and saw them lower to her chest.  Malcolm and Juan seemed to be having a similar issue.  Jessica’s own eyes followed theirs, suddenly seeing that she was missing her bikini top.  “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, covering her exposed nipples with her hands, “why didn’t any of you say anything?!” 

Chris spoke first. “Sorry, we were a little…distracted,” he said obviously, to the laughter of the other guys.  “You have great tits, Jessica,” Juan said.  Malcolm was silent, drawing Jessica’s attention.  He was looking just over her shoulder, back from where she had come.  She was hesitant to turn and follow his gaze, lest she flash the rest of the beach.  It wasn’t particularly crowded, and they had swum out further than any of the other patrons by a long shot.  She doubted that anyone would even be able to tell that she was nude from the waist up, especially because of the water level.  Even still, she didn’t want to take any chances.

While she was engaged in this internal battle, Malcolm leapt past her, jostling her exposed breasts and causing her hands to drop from her nipples momentarily.  She righted her footing, crossing her arms in front of her breasts modestly.  “Got it,” Malcolm said triumphantly, holding a small red piece of fabric out of the water. 

“Oh, thanks, Malcolm,” Jessica said in relief.  She went to reach for her top, cupping both breasts with her other hand, when Malcolm threw it over her head.  

She instinctively jumped for it, forgetting that she was naked.  Her breasts fell out of her grasp, with both hands reaching up to catch the swimsuit top.  She jumped as high as she could and reached for it, but it was way over her head and landed in Juan’s grasp instead.  Jessica came back down with a lurch, her exposed breasts bouncing in the water before she covered them again with her hands.  “Not funny, Malcolm- give me my top back, Juan,” she said, starting to get annoyed. 

Juan examined the top in his hands, as if considering her request.  “Naw, I think you look better without it,” he said, throwing it to Chris.  

They played keepaway with it for a while, forcing Jessica to dart between the three of them while they tossed the top, her breasts inevitably jiggling free of her grasp as she desperately tried to get possession of her top.  She leapt toward Malcolm as Chris threw it toward him, her nipples brushing against him as she fought to get the top from his hands.  He easily overpowered her, throwing the top to Juan before she could wrest it from him.  Jessica didn’t even have a chance to charge Juan before he had thrown it to Chris. “Come on, guys, please- the joke is over- just give me my top,” she said, starting to feel panicked. 

Chris just leered at her, spinning the top around his finger.  “It barely covers you anyway, Jessica, you might as well not even wear it,” he said, baiting her.

She lunged at him, her arms freeing her breasts as they tried to close around his neck.  She fought him desperately, not realizing or caring that her breasts were directly in his face as she wrapped her legs around his waist.  “Give it back, Chris!” she exclaimed, desperation creeping into her voice.  Chris was quite a bit taller than she was, and easily held it out of her grasp while she clawed at his chest. 

“We like you better without it,” he said finally, pushing her off of him- by holding her breast.

Jessica allowed herself to be pushed off of him, if only because of the shock of him grabbing her breast.  “Give it back,” she said quietly, her defeat beginning to sink in. 

“You can have it back, maybe-” he said, a smirk on his face, “if you’re a good girl.”  Malcolm and Juan smirked at this too, closing into a circle around her.

“We will give it back to you, Jessica, but you will have to earn it back,” Chris said simply.  Jessica had no idea what he was talking about, so said nothing.  “You can start by kissing Malcolm,” he said, sneering as the reality of what he was saying sunk in on Jessica. 

“I am not kissing him- or any of you, for that matter.  My boyfriend is on the beach right now- and I love him.  Absolutely not,” Jessica said incredulously.

“Well, that’s your choice,” he said calmly, “but it’s you who is going to have to walk all the way back to Scott without a top on and explain to him that all of his friends saw your tits.  Not to mention all the kids on the beach,” he said.  As he was talking, Juan was getting closer to Jessica.  She didn’t realize until he pulled at the string of her bottoms.  She fought back immediately, blindly kicking her legs under the water.  One half of her bottoms was undone, and she desperately fought to keep the other half on.  Her hands clung to the fabric, forgetting about covering her breasts.  

Malcolm wrapped her in a bear hug, her back facing his chest.  He closed his hands over her breasts, roughly kneading them and pinching her nipples as she kicked toward Juan.  “Stop! Don’t touch me!” she said in her most threatening voice.  Her mouth was covered by Malcolm almost instantly, so no one could hear her scream.  She kicked her painted toes out of the water, aiming for Juan’s nose.  She missed, giving him the perfect opportunity to unite the other side of her bottoms and pocket them.  

Jessica’s body relaxed as soon as she realized she had lost the fight.  She leaned into Malcolm’s embrace, the fight draining from her body as her naked vulnerability set in.  “Guys, please- don’t do this,” she begged, her voice small.  “Please don’t hurt me,” she said quietly.

“It won’t hurt if you don’t fight it, Jessica,” Chris said kindly, tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her ears.  “From the beach it’ll just look like we are playing a game,” he said reassuringly, “Scott doesn’t have to know.  If you be a good girl for us, we will give you back your clothes and you can walk back to the beach with dignity,” Chris said, acting as if he were still her friend. 

“If she can still walk,” Malcolm muttered under his breath, making Jessica’s heart sink.  

“We won’t tell Scott, and neither will you,” Chris said authoritatively.  “We don’t want to hurt him- he’s our friend.  We just want a piece of you,” he said, squeezing her breast as Malcolm held her still.  “If you scream, Malcolm will hold you under the water until you stop,” he said, his voice instantly changing to threatening before he kindly said, “so be a good girl, okay?”

All Jessica could do was nod.  Her boyfriend’s closest friends were about to rape her, and there was nothing that she could do about it.  She steeled herself, trying to prepare to be humiliated.

“Now, where were we- oh yes- kiss Malcolm,” Chris ordered.  She could see his hand drift under the water, no doubt to stroke his cock.  Malcolm grabbed her by the waist and turned her toward him, his mouth closing on hers greedily.  His tongue invaded her, demanding far more than she was willing to give.  He cupped her bare ass under the water, lifting her slightly to gain better access.  She lost her balance, finally having to wrap her legs around him to keep herself from falling.  “That’s it, good girl- get into it,” Chris encouraged.

Juan stood beside them, stroking his cock.  He grabbed one of Jessica’s breasts as she kissed Malcolm, gently teasing her nipple.  She was dismayed to find that it hardened in his fingers.  “Mmm, I think she likes it,” he whispered. 

“I’m cold,” Jessica stammered, relieved as Malcolm removed his tongue from her mouth. 

“Let’s see,” he said, taking her other nipple into his mouth.  Jessica swallowed a moan, pushing against his chest in vain to create some distance.  He just held her tighter, pressing her breast into his eager mouth.  

“I want some,” Chris said, and Malcolm turned her around again so that her back was to his chest.  He held her firmly, arms behind her back in his strong grasp.  Her breasts were forced outward, easily accessible by both men.  As Jessica stood there with her arms bound, she felt Malcolm’s cock twitch against her hands.  “Such great tits, Jessica,” Chris said, cupping the one that wasn’t already in Juan’s mouth.  He flicked his tongue on her nipple a few times, and Jessica shivered in spite of herself.  Her hand brushed up against Malcolm’s hard cock, and she immediately tried to move away.

“It makes me wonder what’s waiting for us down here,” Chris said, trailing his hand down her smooth stomach.  Sheer panic welled up in her as she realized that he was going to take her most private place. 

“Chris, no,” she whispered, knowing that he wasn’t listening.  He reached between her legs, instantly feeling slippery wetness, beyond the ocean water.  “Mmm, I think she’s enjoying herself,” he said, “you dirty girl.”  He kissed Jessica deeply as he pressed his fingers into her reluctant hole.  “That’s it, get it nice and wet,” he said between kisses, “this pussy has some work to do.”

Jessica felt tears fall down her cheeks as he moved in front of her.  He reached down to grab her legs, and she took the opportunity to fight back.  She landed a hard kick with both feet at his chest, using Malcolm’s tight hold on her as leverage to get her legs up.  Chris stumbled back a few paces, his head dipping under the water momentarily.  “You little bitch,” he said through barred teeth, “I told you to be a good girl.  This won’t be nearly as pleasant if you do that again,” he said, approaching her again to rape her.  This time she didn’t fight or kick- she knew that it would be no use- but it did feel good to get him at least once.

Chris put her legs on his shoulders, no doubt to keep her kicking to a minimum.  Her red painted toes shone in the sunlight; Jessica focused on the happy colour as Chris slid his cock inside her.  He was much bigger than Scott, and the resistance of the water had her moaning.  “That’s it, Jessica, take that cock,” he said, starting to thrust.  Malcolm’s body was as strong as a brick wall, offering Chris the perfect resistance to drive his cock deep inside her.  Jessica focused on her red glistening toes, channeling happier times in hopes that the rape would be over quickly.  She didn’t even stir as Malcolm wrapped her hands around his cock, encouraging her to stroke it as Chris fucked her.  She even lost sight of Juan, who had been attached to her tits somehow since it had all started.  

He resurfaced at her toes, taking them into his mouth and breaking her focus.  Now the thing that she was focused on to find a happy place had also been ruined.  Juan sucked her toes over Chris’s shoulder with the same enthusiasm that he had been using on her nipples moments before.  She felt his teeth nibble at her, and moaned at the horrible scene.  He massaged her feet, which would have felt great under very different circumstances- without her friend’s cock in her pussy, and another in her hands, for example.

“Fuck, she feels amazing, boys, who’s up next?” Chris asked, finally pulling out of Jessica’s pussy.  He took over holding her for Malcolm, who moved to kiss her again.  “That’s it, whore, kiss him while you wrap your hands around my cock,” Chris said, holding her hands just as Malcolm had. 

Malcolm kissed her while he reached between her legs, stroking her clit.  Juan continued sucking her toes until Malcolm invited him to fuck her.  “Looks like you’re next in line, Juan,” he said, “I’ve got her good and ready for you.”  He continued to stroke Jessica’s clit as Juan entered her, finally evoking a moan from her mouth that Malcolm captured with a kiss. 

Chris held her wrists on his cock with one hand, and fondled and pinched her breasts with the other.  “Such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear.  His voice was both gentle and threatening.

When it was Malcolm’s turn to rape her, Chris continued to hold her hands.  Malcolm wrapped her legs around his waist, driving his cock into her without warning.  She wrapped her ankles around him, if only to hold on to some ounce of sanity as he penetrated her.  She could feel Juan back at her feet, this time holding them around his hard cock.  She could picture her painted red toes just under the water, wrapped around yet another cock that had just raped her.  Juan massaged her feet and toes while she gave him a foot job, all the while Malcolm raped her pussy and Chris molested her breasts.

She was utterly helpless, her body having long gone limp from resisting.  They were using her like a rag doll, her only protests being the silent tears rolling down her cheeks.  She tried uttering the odd “please stop,” but it just made them fuck her harder so she went quiet.

“She’s been such a good girl, hasn’t’ she guys?” Chris asked in a patronizing tone.  “You’re almost done Jessica- we are going to paint you with cum, but will give you a little reward first,” he said, his touch again turning gentle.  “You’ve been so good, and you’re going to give each of us such a good orgasm, that it’s only fair that you get one too.  I bet you’ve never had three guys make you cum before,” he said, gently teasing her nipple.  Malcolm’s thrusting slowed, his more deliberate actions giving her instant butterflies.  Juan appeared again at her side, taking a nipple into his mouth and pressing his fingers to her clit.  Her body relaxed, the rape starting to feel good for the first time.

Jessica let out a moan, pleasing each of the men.  “That’s it, let it feel good.  See Jessica? We aren’t monsters, we’re your friends,” Juan said, gently rubbing her clit while she moaned.  He reached a hand underneath her, feeling around for her asshole.  Her body tensed, but Chris kissed her neck, whispering in her hear.  “Just relax, we will make it feel good,” he said, and she obeyed.

Juan’s finger entered her ass slowly; she focused on relaxing around it while Malcolm thrusted into her pussy and Juan rubbed her clit.  “That’s it, good girl,” Juan said, finally pressing his finger a couple of knuckles deep.  He manipulated her asshole and her clit at a similar pace, and Jessica could feel herself nearing the edge.  With one man’s hands on her breasts, another on her clit and asshole, and yet another fucking her pussy, she was completely overcome with sensation and need.  She was freely moaning, her body no longer squirming to get away, but squirming to cum.  

“That’s it, good girl- let it out,” Chris cooed into her ear.  His gentle voice coaxed her nearer and nearer to the edge.  The contrast from the earlier roughness and the current gentle touches from all of the men- her friends- had her feeling strangely safe.  Her body was exhausted, and she could feel her last reserves of energy building into an orgasm.  She grinded herself against Malcolm’s cock and the other guys’ hands, her moans becoming more urgent.  “She’s going to cum, I can feel it on my cock,” Malcolm said excitedly. 

“Cum, Jessica,” Chris said firmly, and she did.

Chris put his hand over her mouth to muffle her scream as her orgasm took hold; she writhed and squirmed against all three men as her body convulsed, a tidal wave of pleasure rushing through her from head to toe.  When she was finished, she lay limp in her three friends’ embrace, her consciousness floating somewhere above them.  She felt totally out of touch with her body, and let them gently carry her to slightly shallower water.  

They had drifted quite a bit to the side of the beach, so even in the shallow water they were far away from the others.  They gently sat Jessica down on the sand, so that the water was up over her shoulders but her head was at the height of their three cocks.  “Suck,” Chris said, as Malcolm stuffed his cock into Jessica’s mouth.  She didn’t react at all; her body and mind were so spent from the rape and the orgasm that she received Malcolm’s cock easily.  He thrusted into her throat a few times, her lips closing and sucking him without her mind even telling it to- Chris had told her to, which apparently was enough. 

Malcolm used her mouth until he was ready to cum, pulling out of her and moving behind her to spray his cum into her wet hair.  Juan was next, repeating the exact same motions as Malcolm; he used her mouth to bring himself to the edge, his thrusting slightly more aggressive than Malcolm’s.  If Jessica had any strength left she would’ve gagged, or begged, or something- but as she was, she just sat there as Malcolm’s cum dripped down her hair, mixing with the salt water and Juan raped her mouth.  He added his cum to Malcolm’s, and Chris moved himself into her mouth.

“You have been such a good girl, Jessica,” he said kindly, taking slow and deliberate thrusts all the way into her willing throat.  “Our cum will stay in your hair for the rest of the day, giving you a reminder of our little game,” he said, gently cupping her face to see that she understood.  “You’ll want to put it up so that no one can tell,” he continued, “and if Scott notices, tell him it’s sunscreen- only we will know the truth- only we know what a good little girl you are,” he said, his thrusts getting more and more urgent.  Jessica nodded, vaguely, continuing to take his cock in her throat.  Chris emptied his balls onto her hair as well, and knelt behind her to tie it up in a cum-filled bun.

With that, the boys gave her back her swimsuit.

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Learning to Cum: My Foray into Orgasm Control- Part 1

I had to lose control of my body to gain control of my orgasms.

Prior to my foray into BDSM, I could not reliably cum with a partner.  Sure, I could get myself off- at an Olympic level pace- but with a partner I found it way too hard to stay in the moment.  Instead of focusing on the climb to orgasm, I would find myself distracted:

“Fuck yes that feels good, a little to the left, don’t stop!”

“Am I moaning enough to let him know I like it? Is it too much? Does it sound like I’m trying to be a porn star?”

“I need to remember to take the laundry out of the dryer…shit, no, focus!”

“What does my face look like right now?”

“Did I send that email before I left the office? I need to remember to call that person in the morning.”

“FOCUS!”

“Is he bored? It’s been a while…he’s probably bored.”

“This is just not going to happen for me tonight.  Do I fake it? I don’t want to hurt his feelings…he really is trying…okay, Oscar winning performance in 3…2…1…”

The female orgasm isn’t something that we talk about enough- and I would bet that any woman who happens to be reading this can relate.  When we cum, it isn’t just a physical reaction; the mental gymnastics required to achieve orgasm- especially with a partner- are intense.  You need to stay present in the moment, and pay attention to your body.  Once you grasp the thread of the big O, you need to do everything you can to hold on tight.  And guys, when we say don’t stop- we mean don’t move even a centimeter to the left or change the pressure- just keep going, exactly as you are.  Probably best not to breathe too heavily for fear of changing the pace.

All of this is to say that before BDSM, I found it hard to cum with a partner.  It certainly happened, but it was sporadic and unpredictable.  There is a lot of stigma associated with discussing such a thing with a partner- does it mean that I am just bad at sex? Is there something wrong with me? And then of course there are the partners who say “Oh, it’s just because you haven’t been with me yet.” Eye. Roll.  The more pressure you put on an orgasm, the harder it is to grasp.

When Mr Grey and I first started playing together, he asked me point blank if I was able to cum with a partner- as if it was totally natural not to be able to.  The truth was that I had cum with him our first time, but that was quite a rarity- particularly with a new partner.  I debated downplaying it, but in the interest of our shared commitment to honesty as we embarked on the D/s adventure, I gave him the whole truth.  He nodded in understanding when I told him that I have a hard time staying in the moment.  He normalized it, and then explained how for some folks surrendering control can help to take the pressure off.  It was with that spirit- no pressure- that we began.

Our first session began with him tying my wrists and ankles at the four corners of the bed.  I was laying on my back, fully naked and exposed.  He remained fully clothed.  He explained that part of my submission would be to surrender my orgasms to him- he would decide when I get to cum, and I would need to ask his permission to do so.  I nodded along, having seen the likes of it in porn, the butterflies in my stomach drowning out any nerves.  I pulled against the restraints, testing their narrow limits as he explained what the session was about.

“You are not going to cum tonight,” he said to my surprise.  “Tonight is about me getting to know your body, and you getting to know my touch.  I want you to pay attention to how every touch makes you feel.  Focus your mind, and drown out all else.  You will focus on my voice, my hands, and my mouth- but you will not cum.”

You can imagine my confusion- I thought that the whole point of this is for me to learn how to cum with a partner.  Now he’s telling me I can’t?  I decided to trust the process (which is really not in my nature- but when you’re tied to a bed- what choice do you have?).  He then blindfolded me, which I realized later was to help me focus- if I am not worried about making eye contact/what my face looks like, I can better focus on what’s happening to my body- smart man.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied- and he began.

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The Misadventures of Jessica: A Day at the Office

A Day at the Office

Jessica snapped a photo of herself in the mirror.  She had just gotten out of the shower, and had her hair wrapped in a towel.  She was otherwise nude.  “Just a little treat for Scott,” she thought, snapping a couple of different angles.  She got a look at the time out of the corner of her eye and realized that she was VERY late for work.  She quickly hit send on her two favourites- one with her squeezing one of her perfect nipples, and the other with her leg up on the counter, fully exposing her cute pussy- smiling to herself as she imagined the kind of reaction that Scott would have when he received them at work.

Jessica’s day continued on as usual; she was interning at a large communications firm and spent a large chunk of her day writing copy.  It was somewhat boring work, but the internship provided invaluable networking opportunities for her career.  She was a little surprised that she hadn’t yet gotten a text back from Scott, but assumed that perhaps he was just having a busy day.  It was for this reason that she didn’t understand why Mark stopped by her office.

Mark was one of the full-time staff at the firm.  He was a few years older than her, and worked in her unit.  She hadn’t had a ton of interaction with him beyond being given tasks, but they got along well.  “Are you having a good morning so far, Jessica?” he asked, a smirk playing on his face as he entered her office and closed the door. 

Jessica raised her eyebrow at the closed door, but assumed that perhaps he had something confidential for her to work on.  “It’s been good so far,” Jessica said brightly, her curiosity definitely piqued.  She waited for him to continue.

“Glad to see you were able to get all cleaned up for work,” he said, the smirk turning into a malicious grin.  Jessica’s smile faltered as she got the distinct feeling that she was on the outside of an inside joke. 

 “What…what do you mean?” she asked, confused. 

 “Oh, nothing,” Mark said casually, “I just want you to know how much we value…cleanliness…in this office.”

Jessica’s stomach began to feel upset- clearly Mark was having a bit of fun at her expense, but she didn’t understand what he was getting at.  “Um, okay,” Jessica said, blushing.  She didn’t like this feeling one bit. 

Mark perched on the side of her desk, fiddling with a couple of pens.  “So I received an interesting text message this morning,” Mark said nonchalantly, 

Finally, Jessica thought, he’s getting down to business.  “Oh? From which client?” she asked, relieved that the conversation was steering more toward work. 

“From an employee, actually,” he said, making intense eye contact.  Jessica found herself flushing, and looked down at her painted toes instead.  “From you, Jessica,” he said, not taking his eyes off of her.

“From me?” she said, suddenly confused again, “But I didn’t…” 

Jessica’s heart sank.

She grabbed her phone frantically, silently willing away what she knew deep down was the truth.  She opened her text history with Scott.  “I love you, babe” was the last text that he sent- last night.  There were no photos.

“No, no no no no no no!” Jessica exclaimed, going back through her text messages.  Mark was the second text, as he had messaged her the night before about a meeting location change.  “No, no.  No I didn’t…” Jessica mumbled, opening the thread.  Sure enough, the two very explicit nudes that she had meant to send to her boyfriend were sent to her colleague instead.

“Oh yes, yes yes yes yes yes,” Mark teased, clearly enjoying Jessica’s discomfort. 

“Mark, I didn’t mean to send those…oh my god, I am so sorry.  Please delete them…please…please don’t fire me,” Jessica stammered, her face the same colour as her crimson toenail polish.  “Oh my god, that’s why you’re here- to fire me,” Jessica said, her body feeling completely panicked.

“No, I’m not here to fire you,” Mark said, his face gently smiling, “I think that we can work something else out.  I am not going to tell anyone about this- well, beyond the few people that I’ve already told.  This will be our secret, Jessica, but you are going to have to do something for me.”

“Anything,” Jessica said naively, relieved that she would still have her job, and not have to leave in scandal. 

“Good girl,” Mark said, “I have scheduled us a meeting for just after work.  You will attend, and myself plus a few others will let you know what you’ll need to do to keep your job- a project of sorts.  Does that sound okay?”

Jessica was so filled with relief that she didn’t even balk at the notion of others knowing about the photos.  “Yes, Mark, yes, of course.  I will do any additional work that you need- thank you so much for letting me keep my job,” Jessica said, resisting the urge to hug him.  “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“We’ll see about that,” Mark said slyly as he left her office.

The sick feeling stayed with Jessica all day.  She realized that she would have to tell Scott about her mistake- not that she cheated on him, but she had accidentally sent another man photos of herself nude- she felt it much better to come clean about things than to try to hide it.  Plus, she certainly needed to debrief the day with him after the emotional rollercoaster that she had been through.

The hours dragged on, but finally the workday ended.  Mark hadn’t booked their meeting into her work calendar; instead he had replied to her ill-fated text to tell her to meet him and “the others” in the upstairs boardroom.  Jessica could vaguely picture it- she had only ever been to a meeting there once, with some big wigs from the company.  It was on the executive level and had a huge boardroom table surrounded by black leather chairs.  She gathered her things, stopping by the washroom to touch up her makeup before heading upstairs.  Yes, everyone in the room had seen her naked, but she still wanted to look her best.

She was surprised to see four men in the boardroom when she arrived.  She was even more surprised to see the two photos that she’d mistakenly sent blown up on the projector for everyone to see.  Her nakedness stared back at her, and she felt her face flush instantly.  Why Mark had felt the need to put her on display like that was beyond her- it was totally cruel- but, if this was the worst consequence of her mistake she supposed that she could live with it.

“Thank you for coming, Jessica,” he said kindly, “please have a seat.  These are my colleagues- some of the senior executives of the company- meet Luke, Van, and Raoul. 

Jessica waved meekly, taking her seat and smoothing out her skirt on her lap. She sat up straight, determined to preserve some sort of dignity through her humiliation.  “I want to thank you all again for not firing me for such a carless and grave error,” she said politely.

“You are welcome,” Mark said, “it was certainly a possibility. Luckily, I was able to talk my colleagues into a different option.  As we discussed this morning, you will need to complete an additional project for us- or, rather, a series of projects- to make up for this mistake.  Are you willing to do this?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“Yes, of course.  I will do anything that you need me to do to rectify my mistake,” Jessica said earnestly. 

“See?” Mark said to the others, “I told you she was amenable.”  

“Jessica, these photos caused quite a stir among us.  You have given us each quite a distraction throughout our workdays, and our productivity was decreased as a result.  That is unacceptable, and unsustainable for the company.  We need to make sure that we are all able to do our jobs effectively and are free from such pent up tension.  Don’t you agree?” Mark said, his tone vaguely patronizing.

“Yes, of course,” Jessica agreed quickly, “I didn’t mean to be such a distraction.  I didn’t mean for anyone to see these photos at work.  I am so very sorry,” she said politely, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. 

“You may not have meant to, but you were.  So, in order to repair the harm caused, you will need to help us to relieve the tension that you’ve built up so that we can do our jobs effectively.  Do you understand?”

Jessica considered his words- she again had the distinct feeling that he was dangling the point just out of her grasp.  “I…I’m sorry,” she said, her voice shaking slightly, “I don’t think I follow.”

“We are going to fuck you senseless,” Raoul said plainly, causing the other men in the room to laugh.  Jessica’s heart rate increased, and her palms immediately started to sweat.  There was no way he was serious…was he?

“I…I have a boyfriend,” she said lamely, hoping that they would reveal that they were joking. 

“You have a boyfriend, yet you sent nudes to another man- tsk tsk,” Luke said, standing from his chair and striding toward her.  He put his hand on her shoulder, moving her blazer to the side so that his skin touched hers. 

She turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest to protect herself.  “I am not having sex with you…with any of you,” she said with as much confidence as she could muster.  She tried to stand, but Luke easily pressed her back down in her chair.

“We aren’t asking, Jessica,” he said, his voice laced with lust and cruelty.  “You said that you would do anything to keep your job- this is the anything.  It’s a simple ask, really.  You made us all hard all day, and now you have to deal with the consequences of that.  If you don’t, we could always send your photos out to everyone at the company- we are a communications firm, after all- we can disseminate all sorts of information.  We could also just fire you- really, the possibilities are endless. This solution really is the lesser of all evils, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jessica felt like she as going to be sick.  Luke’s hand squeezed her shoulder, reminding her that she was not permitted to leave.  “Please, don’t do this to me,” she said quietly, her mind fighting to catch up and find a different way to handle and escape the situation.  She could always scream, but it was after hours- there was no one around to hear her.  With four men against her, there was no way she would be able to physically escape.

“Now, let’s get you out of these clothes- we much prefer the…natural…version of you- like these lovely photos,” Mark said, nodding to Luke and Van.  Van rose to stand beside Luke, and both men removed her blazer roughly.  Jessica tried to fight against them, but they were much too strong and easily overpowered her.  They tugged her blouse out of her skirt, wrestling it over her head while she begged them not to.  Van unhooked her bra while Luke held her arms, the flimsy material easily falling off of her slim frame.  Van threw it at Raoul, who caught it and swung it around his finger.  

“Let’s see those gorgeous breasts,” Mark said.  Jessica was doing her best to keep her arms crossed around them, but once Luke and Van each took an arm, she was fully exposed.  “That’s much better,” he said appreciatively.  Raoul whistled.  “Let’s get her up on the desk so that we can get under that skirt,” Mark said, and the two men at her sides easily lifted her out of her chair.

Jessica tried to kick at them, but all that did was kick off her shoes.  They sat her roughly on the boardroom table, Mark and Raoul coming to her side to hold her down.  Jessica was struggling as much as she could, kicking and clawing at her captors, but to no avail.  “If you would just relax, you might actually enjoy yourself,” Raoul said, pinching her nipple.  Jessica cried out, doubling her efforts to get free.

Luke removed her stockings and panties, and hiked her skirt over her hips. Her pussy was completely exposed to the men, who all took a moment to appreciate the scene.  “I bet she’s soaked,” Mark said, “such a naughty little slut who sends nude pictures must always have a wet, needy pussy.”  She felt Van’s fingers part her lips, as Mark dipped his inside her.  “So, so, wet, you little slut,” he said to Jessica, licking his fingers clean.  Beside her, she heard a belt and zipper being undone before she felt Luke’s cock at the side of her face.  

He slapped her cheek a couple of times as Jessica fought to wiggle away from him.  With the other three men holding her down, pinching at her nipples and fingering her pussy, she wasn’t able to move far.  “Please, stop, I don’t want to do this!” she cried, but as soon as she opened her mouth to protest it was filled with Luke’s hard cock. 

“Suck, you little slut,” he ordered.  Jessica refused, instead threatening his cock with her teeth.  “If you bite me, this is going to get a lot less pleasant for you,” he said menacingly, and as if to punctuate his point Van twisted her nipple until tears sprang to her eyes.  After that, Jessica started to suck.

Luke thrusted his cock in and out of her mouth, occasionally holding her head so that he could use her throat.  It wasn’t long until Raoul’s cock was in her mouth next, with Luke choosing to use her pussy instead.  Van held her lips open while Luke fucked her, Mark still focused on teasing her nipples.  Van rubbed her clit, causing Jessica to moan as she sucked Raoul’s cock.

The men used and abused her for hours, taking turns using her mouth and her pussy as they wanted.  When she didn’t have a cock in her pussy, she had two, three, or even four fingers inside her.  At one point she had a cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in each hand.  She was truly helpless- just a vessel for the men to use.  She thought about Scott, and how disappointed he was going to be in her.  She had no idea how she would tell him.  Before today, he was the only man that she had ever slept with- now she was being entirely used up.

“Such a good slut, just like we knew she would be,” Van said to the others as they used her.  He was dragging his spit-soaked cock across her face, smearing her makeup. 

“I think that this might have to be a regular thing,” Mark said,

“I don’t know if once is enough for her to repair all the tension that those photos caused…especially because we can look at them every day,” Luke agreed. 

 “Maybe we will need more photos…just so that we don’t get tired of these ones,” Raoul added.  All three men nodded and laughed as they used her, with no regard to her wellbeing.

“Ah, it’s getting late, I have to get home to the wife soon,” Mark said casually as he fucked Jessica’s now dripping pussy.  “The question is, where should I cum?”  All of the men nodded, seemingly lost in thought at such a difficult philosophical question. 

“I am going to cum in her pussy so that it drips out of her all night,” Van said decisively. 

“Ah, good call man.  I think I will cum on her face, and then take a photo- a reminder of how well used she was tonight,” Raoul said with a smirk. 

“I get her throat,” Luke said, his cock already assaulting that very area. 

“I’m going to take her ass,” Mark said, pulling out of her pussy.  

Jessica felt white hot panic the instant that Mark’s words registered, but was unable to do anything before she felt his cock pressing into her most intimate hole.  “No, please don’t” she tried to moan, but her throat was full of cock. 

Mark pressed into her, thrusting impossibly deeply as he prepared to fill her with cum.  “That’s it, slut, take it,” he said sharply, his last words turning to moans as his orgasm took hold.

Hot cum sprayed into her ass and throat, followed closely by Van’s load in her pussy.  Raoul was last, finishing on her face as Jessica lay helpless and spent, dripping cum from every hole.  “Such a pretty picture,” he said after painting her face with his hot seed.  He took out his phone, snapping a few photos of her used and cum-soaked body.

The men got dressed, talking collegially and congratulating each other on how hot their performances were.  Jessica lay naked and used on the boardroom table, as if an afterthought.  She wanted to call for help, but she had no energy left.  They all started to leave, with Mark bringing up the rear.  He bent to her ear and whispered, “Good girl- you can keep your job, and you will also be hired full time when you graduate- provided you attend this standing meeting once a week.  If you tell anyone, we will ruin your life.”  With that, he left Jessica on the boardroom table, crying and alone.

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Cage Match

Chapter One

I woke up hard, and was running way too late to do anything about it- what a start to the day.  I stuffed my boner into my boxers, buttoning my jeans as I shuffled my feet into my boots.  I had just enough thought to grab my gym clothes and a banana, and then was literally running out the door to catch the next bus to work.  I rode with my gym bag on my lap, desperately trying to think of literally anything other than the throbbing in my pants.  I managed to get myself under control by the time I walked into work, surprised that I was only 15 minutes late.

“Thanks for showing up,” a musical voice said from behind me.  Jenna.  Delicious curves, blonde hair, the most kissable lips.  Tits for absolute days.  My cock threatened to make another stiff appearance as I met her eyes, prompting me to issue her a quick wave before ducking into the break room.  I’ve never seen her naked- hell, we’ve never even been on a date- but she runs through my mind as often as any celebrity crush.  I took a deep breath, adjusting my still twitching cock in my boxers as I went back out to the floor to say a proper hello.

We have worked the same retail job for the last year or so.  This isn’t my forever gig, it’s just something I do to pay the bills while my MMA career takes off.  I have a good overall ranking in the region and am training for a larger competition at the end of the month that has the potential to elevate my career to the next level.  I have been pretty obsessive with spending time at the gym, meeting my coach for weight and agility training or sparring almost every day of the week.  It doesn’t leave me a lot of time for dating, but I’ve made my peace with it.  I will date later, once I get in a better position to achieve my dreams. 

The musical voice returned in the same joking tone. “Late night?” she asked, a smile dancing across her lips.  “Hardly,” I scoffed, “just hit snooze too many times I guess.”  Our boss gave us marching orders for the morning, with Jenna and I being paired together to unload some inventory in the back.  We spent the day flirting and working, me tousling her long blonde hair and her not missing a chance to punch my arm or touch my shoulder to steady herself on the ladder.  Every time she reached over her head, her shirt rode up a bit to show a toned stomach.  When she bent over, I could’ve gotten lost in her cleavage.  Every time I looked at her or caught a whiff of her flowery perfume my cock twitched, reminding me of my failure to provide it with relief this morning.  I was thinking about how I might have to spend part of my break in the washroom taking care of things when her voice broke my daydream.  “So how’s the whole fighting thing going?” she asked.  I occasionally talked to her about my upcoming fights, or PBs that I achieved in the gym.  She always listened with interest, though I was unclear whether it was genuine or just an excuse to flirt.  In truth, I guess I didn’t much care.  “It’s going well,” I replied, debating on how much I should share.  It was something I could go on about forever, but she likely didn’t want to hear every single detail.  “Lots of time in the gym- I have a few big fights coming up toward the end of the month, and I want to make sure I’m ready,” I said. 

She giggled, though I didn’t think I had said anything particularly funny.  “What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.  “Oh, nothing,” she said, putting her hand on my arm reassuringly, “it’s just that I can’t at all picture you beating the shit out of someone.  You seem so…nice,” she finished, her eyes sparkling.  “It isn’t really beating the shit out of someone,” I qualified, “there’s a lot of technique and strategy involved.  More than just a bar fight.”  I hoped that I didn’t come across as defensive, but I hated it when people compared my passion for MMA with aimless aggression.  “No, of course,” she said quickly, “I can tell that a lot goes into it, just with the amount of time you spend at the gym.”  She playfully squeezed my bicep, as if to make her point.  “It would be cool to see you in action sometime,” she said tentatively, “if you don’t mind being watched.”  I looked at her then, trying to gauge her sincerity.  “I don’t mind,” I said, trying to muster some modicum of nonchalance, “ill text you the address of the gym- you can come by anytime.”  She smiled at the invite, and I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach- and my god damn twitching cock.  I really had to do something about that.

My afternoon break seemed like the perfect time to relieve some tension.  I went to the bathroom, armed with the image of Jenna laying in the sun on the picnic table outside at lunch.  I thought of about a million different ways I could fuck her on that table, all the while she was talking about who knows what.  It’s not that I don’t care about what she has to say- she’s actually really funny and cool- but I find it impossible to listen when she’s laying on her stomach, perfect ass just begging to be grabbed.

I started stroking my cock, thinking about what it would feel like to cup her tits, feeling her nipples through her shirt.  I was hard again in an instant, my cock already dripping precum.  I thought about her perfect mouth, and how it would feel wrapped around my cock.  While she was laying on the picnic table, I so easily could have pulled her pants down, slipping my cock into her tight pussy.  My hands on her hips, setting the pace as I fucked her harder and harder.  I stroked my cock at the pace that I wanted to fuck her, feeling my balls tighten.  It was then that my boss knocked on the door.  Talk about a mood killer. 

“Yep, just a second!” I called, trying really hard not to scream in frustration and need.  Sure, sometimes I edged myself for fun, but that was a sick fucking joke.  I realized that I wouldn’t be able to finish with my boss waiting to use the washroom, so I focused instead on softening my cock (again).  I felt like I owed it a thousand apologies, and made a mental note to watch some good porn after the gym- have a proper orgasm.  It was the least I could do after a day of torture.

The rest of the day passed without incident; before I knew it we were done for the day, and I was about to leave for the gym.  “Have a good night!” Jenna said, looking up at me through her lashes.  “Bye,” I said lamely, trying (and failing) not to look down her shirt.  All of a sudden her tits pressed into me, and I felt her arms around my neck.  Her lips found mine, swallowing what would have been a sound of surprise.  My body finally caught up, and I leaned into the kiss.  Her lips tasted sweet, her tongue tentatively dancing with mine as she deepened the kiss.  I felt her fingers in my hair, and wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer to me.  She felt amazing, and my surprise quickly gave way to excitement.  That pesky boner was back, and I grinded into her waist as I kissed her back.  We finally broke apart, both breathing heavy.  She looked up at me, a smile dancing across her perfect lips.  “See you tomorrow,” she breathed, turning and swinging her hips as she walked away.

Chapter Two

I made it to the gym in a complete fog, thinking of little other than how amazing Jenna’s kiss felt.  I changed hastily into my spandex shorts, my cock continuing to remind me how I had neglected it all day.  I was beginning to become really concerned about some sort of boner-induced stroke if I didn’t have an orgasm soon.  I thought about rubbing one out before I worked out, but figured the need would fuel me into a better performance.  The gym was actually much emptier than usual, an observation that I should’ve made much earlier.  Before long I was the only one there, but was so focused on my workout that I didn’t realize it.  It wasn’t until the lights were turned on and off that I snapped out of my focused sweat to take in my surroundings.  The gym was quiet, the absence of equipment noise and heavy breathing now very obvious.  The octagon was empty, as were the practice mats- not a single soul was sparring.  I wondered briefly if I was dreaming, a thought that I became more and more sure of as I saw a dark figure walking toward me. 

Demi fucking Lawrence.

I had to do a double take, shaking my head to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.  What was she doing here? In the gym that I go to? It didn’t make sense.  Why she was in front of me stopped mattering at about the time I got a good look at her- at that point literally nothing mattered to me anymore.  She was a goddess- long dark hair, toned arms, ample tits tightly stuffed into a sports bra.  Her hips were wide-set, transitioning into absolutely huge thighs, the likes of which could hold or crush someone in a snap.  I swallowed hard, completely unable to speak, or move.

“You sure don’t know how to take a hint,” she said, her voice throaty and deep.  I blinked at her impotently, my voice gone, maybe forever.  “Hello? Anyone home? Do you notice the gym is empty? I bought it out for the night- I like to spar alone, without the hassle of onlookers and autographs.  Alone, meaning…without you here.”  She looked me up and down, hands on her hips, waiting on an answer.

I finally managed to choke out a few words- something along the lines of “Uhhh, sorry, I didn’t know.”  I couldn’t stop looking at her- the way her right hip jutted out, or the piece of hair that got caught in her lip gloss as she scoffed at me.  “Well, off you go,” she said dismissively, turning on her heel.  To this day I have no idea what came over me- temporary insanity, emboldened perhaps by Jenna’s earlier kiss and maybe too much blood in my cock. At any rate, before I had a chance to consider the outcome, I heard my voice say, “Make me.”

She stopped, her ass jutting out of her skin-tight booty shorts as she turned on her heel.  “Excuse me?” she said, her voice incredulous.  She faced me, squaring her muscular shoulders.  One look at her and I completely lost my nerve.  “Sorry, I’m sorry…Demi…I don’t know what came over me.  Of course I’ll leave,” I said sheepishly.  I couldn’t believe that I had spoken to one of my idols (not to mention insane crushes) like that- what was my problem?!  She smirked, running her tongue over her teeth as she considered me.  “My sparring partner isn’t here yet, and you seem…feisty.  I’ll tell you what- let’s spar.  If you manage to stay standing, you can stay- when I pin you, you’ll get the hell out of here and leave me to work out in peace.  Deal?”

I couldn’t believe my luck- was Demi Lawrence actually inviting me to spar with her? Demi Lawrence, blue belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, one of the hottest women on the planet- she wanted to spar with me?  I must not have answered, because she tapped her bare foot on the mat.  “Well?” she asked.  “Y-yes,” I stammered, trying to collect myself.  I stood up taller, squaring my shoulders like hers.  “Yes, I’ll spar.  And I will enjoy the hell out of beating you,” I said, far more confidently than I felt. 

Chapter Three

We met in the octagon, each of us stopping to get our gear on. I jumped on the balls of my feet a few times, relaxing my arms as I got the blood flowing.  She did the same, her thighs and ass flexing as she did a few deep squats.  I could feel my cock pulse as I watched her, and begged my body to focus on the task at hand.  It was such a privilege to spar with her, and I wanted to be competitive- I wanted to impress her.  She set the timer.  “A win is a pin,” she reminded me, her voice echoing in the empty gym.  We squared up, my heart racing as I tried to focus my mind.  She nodded, and we began our dance.

We circled each other, both light on our feet as we sized up our competition.  She moved first, a quick jab at my shoulder to test my reflexes.  I dodged her, dipping down for my fist to connect with her side.  She turned at the last minute, my knuckles just grazing her ribs.  We both retreated, plotting our next moves.  I had her on height, and I was slightly more agile than her.  She had me beat on balance, though, and when a roundhouse kick made contact with my chest, I knew that she was a match in strength.  As I went for an overhand, she slipped under my arm and delivered one hell of an uppercut to my jaw.  I staggered back, tasting blood, seeing a smirk across her lips.  I landed a couple of good punches after that, throwing off her flow enough that she had to take a step back.  I couldn’t ignore the electricity that ran through me every time we connected- and it wasn’t just from the pain of the blow.  We had both broken a sweat, our breathing becoming more laboured as we jabbed and danced back and forth, trying to catch the other person off guard. 

Without warning, she roundkicked me right in the stomach.  I staggered back a few paces, trying to catch my breath.  She lunged at me again, trying to lower her body to take me out at the waist, but instead giving me a prime opportunity to get behind her.  While she was bent over, still propelling forward, I grabbed onto her back, wrapping my arms around her neck in a choke hold. I outsized her, but her technique was perfect- she waited for me to take a breath, twisting around my planted legs and using the side of the octagon to help her slide out of my grasp. 

She planted her leg opposite mind and leveled me on the ground in one fluid motion.  She knocked the wind out of me as she tried to pin me, but my lanky frame was able to bend away from her.  I fought to get on top of her, looking for a vulnerability to exploit to get her in a pinnable position.  She got a couple of good kicks in, but I stayed out of the grasp of her strong thighs.  I was able to land an uppercut from underneath her, causing her to stagger off of me.  I stood up just as the bell rang.

I let out a whoop of victory, but quickly swallowed it as I heard a slow clapping.  I looked at Demi, but she was standing across from me, a look of frustrated contempt on her face.  My eyes darted around the gym to find the source of the clapping, until they landed on none other than Brittany Black- world-famous MMA fighter.  I blinked a few times, not willing to believe my eyes.  Blonde hair, perfect curvy body, wicked smile- yep, that was her.  “That is your sparring partner?” I asked Demi through heavy breath.  She said nothing, rolling her eyes and removing her gear. 

“Bravo!” Brittany shouted from the floor outside the octagon.  “That was really something.  You’ve lost your edge, Demi- couldn’t even pin an amateur,” she chided.  “Shit, I came for some competition, but I guess I might as well have stayed at home,” she continued, her eyes sparkling.  She was dressed similar to Demi, with a sports bra and booty shorts.  She wasn’t quite as thick as Demi, but she was raw muscle- definitely not to be fucked with.  “Oh, shove it, Brittany,” Demi said, clearly pissed that she didn’t pin me.  I found a smug smile dancing across my lips.  “I told you I’d enjoy winning,” I told her, Brittany’s attitude contagious.  “Shut up, amateur,” they both said together.  My smugness faltered.

“Seriously, though, that was pathetic,” Brittany pressed.  Demi was obviously agitated, throwing her gear on the floor as she exited the octagon.  I found myself rooted in place, both turned on and terrified at the catfight below me.  “Fuck off, Brittany, he’s stronger than he looks,” Demi allowed, the compliment not lost on me.  Brittany got in Demi’s face, her face a sneer.  “Yes, the lanky amateur looks impossible to beat,” she said sarcastically.  Demi slapped her. 

“Hey,” I said, more out of shock than principle- Brittany could obviously handle herself.  “Stay out of it, amateur,” Brittany said through her teeth.  “Looks like I hit a nerve,” she said as she flexed her jaw where Demi’s palm had connected.  “It’s not like you could do better,” Demi said heatedly.  “We both know you’re here because you’re out of practice.  That so called amateur would wipe the floor with you,” she said, her earlier confident swagger returning.  “Oh, yah?” Brittany said, sizing me up for the first time.  “What do you think, amateur? Think you can take me?” I faltered, but only slightly.  “There’s only one way to find out.  Come see if you can do what Demi couldn’t,” I said with confidence that I didn’t entirely feel. 

Chapter Four

“Let’s see what you’re made of, hot shot,” Brittany said as we squared up.  Demi started the timer, and Brittany caught me off-guard with an immediate lunge.  Her uppercut connected with my chin, sending my head back and rattling my teeth around my mouthguard.  “You’re not sparring with Demi anymore,” she said, her jab meant for both of us, “let’s see what you’ve got.”  I shook off her hit, studying the way she moved.  She was slightly more compact than Demi, but her muscles were tightly wound beneath the tight spandex that covered precious little of her body.  Every hit she landed rippled through me, her slightly quicker speed proving to be a challenge for me to anticipate.

I landed a couple of good kicks to her ribs, throwing her off balance enough to get her on the ground.  I got on top of her, wrapping my legs around her solid core in an attempt to pin her.  She wiggled under me, taking advantage of the momentary distraction that her tits created to flip me onto my back.  She was now on top of me, fighting to wrap her limbs around me to render me immobile.  She managed to get me on my side, her leg wrapped around my neck.  Though she was smaller than me in height, those muscular legs had me struggling to get free.  My hands clawed at her legs and torso, trying to buck her off. 

I could feel myself getting tired, losing momentum as I tried to find a way out of the pin.  Brittany’s grip on me tightened, her arms wrapping around me and her legs tightening around my neck.  She had me, and I knew it.  I could feel myself going numb, and was just about to call it when the timer sounded. 

Talk about saved by the bell.

Brittany reluctantly released me, rolling her eyes at Demi’s cheers.  “Not as easy as you thought, eh? Told you he was strong,” she said, her voice much more animated in the face of Brittany’s loss as compared to her own.  “Oh, please- I had him, and you know it,” Brittany said, rolling her eyes.  “And you know it too,” she said to me, her tone menacing.  I took a deep breath, soaking in my unlikely victory.  I had just withstood the attacks of two of my absolute idols.  Brittany was right, of course- she had me- but I didn’t have to admit it.  I secretly wondered if Demi called the timer a few seconds early, but of course didn’t question it.  I was still standing, and I was feeling invincible.

“And he had already gone one round with me,” Demi continued, needling Brittany’s already clear frustration.  “I tired him out for you, it should’ve been an easy win,” she teased.  Brittany left the octagon, throwing her mouthguard and gloves down just as Demi had done.  “Whatever, it’s a waste of time sparring with an amateur anyway,” she said, almost pouting.  “I didn’t come here to fight him- I came here to kick your ass,” she said with a smile, the women’s’ friendship starting to shine through their bickering.  Demi walked over to Brittany, embracing her in the hug of an old friend.  Both women were slightly sweaty from their rounds with me, but didn’t hesitate in embracing each other.  “Fucking amateurs,” Demi said, both of them turning back to me. 

I stood in the octagon still, basking in my victories.  When I felt both women turn their attention to me, it was all I could do not to cower.  “What should we do with him?” Brittany asked Demi.  “Well, I did tell him that if I couldn’t pin him he could stay, so we can’t get rid of him,” she mused, a smile playing across her lips.  “I kind of want to double team him- teach him a lesson and win back our pride,” she joked, making Brittany laugh.  “That was hella frustrating,” Brittany agreed, “he kind of has it coming.” 

They both approached the octagon, leaving their gear behind.  I was frozen in place, my nerves and adrenaline crash finally getting the better of me.  “You think you can take both of us?” Brittany taunted, her and Demi flanking me on either side. I laughed nervously, “No, definitely not,” I said, edging away from them slightly.  “You know,” Demi said slyly, “we don’t have to kick his ass.  There are other ways to double team him…other ways to take out our frustration.”  She winked at Brittany, who smirked.  “Do you want to make it up to us?” she asked me sweetly.

I had no idea what had just happened, noting the change in her tone and approach.  “Uh, sure…” I said naïvely.  “Oh yah?” Brittany said, catching on to Demi’s plan.  “So you think you can take both of us?” she repeated, this time a different inflection in her voice.  They closed the gap between us, so that they were both toe to toe with me.  Demi ran her finger along the waistband of my shorts, creating goosebumps in her path until she snapped my shorts back on me.  I winced, more in surprise than anything.  “I suppose he is also entitled to a reward for winning,” she mused, licking her lips.  I finally understood their plan.

Chapter Five

The women made quick work of my shorts before I fully realized what was happening; Demi pulled them over my hips, my soft cock hanging down as she brought my shorts to my ankles.  I felt incredibly self-conscious- of course on the day where I couldn’t seem to get rid of my boner, when I finally need it it’s nowhere to be found.  Brittany snorted.  “This? This is what we have to work with? There’s no way you can handle both of us with this,” she teased, lifting my soft cock and letting it fall against my balls.  Demi snickered, wrapping her hand around me.  “Fuck, we can’t even deepthroat this thing,” she said, “it’s pathetic.  I really thought that based on your size you’d have something to offer us,” she directed at me.  I mentally begged the floor of the octagon to open and suck me into it.  I was humiliated, my limp cock the object of ridicule from the two hottest women on the planet.  My nervousness eroded my earlier confidence, and I moved my hands to cover myself and preserve the little dignity that I had left.

“He’s soft,” Demi remarked, her tone still cruel.  “Do you not find us attractive?” she asked ironically.  Brittany followed suit, “That must be it- we aren’t his type,” she said, taking Demi’s hands in hers.  She kissed Demi, deep and passionate, grabbing a handful of her generous ass and drawing her in.  I almost choked on my breath- the sight of the two women making out and groping each other was the stuff of my literal dreams.  I could feel my cock respond, my soft five inches becoming a hard nine almost instantly.

Demi’s hands found Brittany’s hair, weaving through it as they kissed.  They licked lips, touched tongues, and giggled as they touched each other, getting lost in their own show.  By the time they turned back to me, my cock was rock hard, and I was hungry for both of them.  “Well, well, well, look who’s come to play,” Demi teased, her eyes widening at the sight of my stiff cock.  “Much better,” Brittany agreed, wrapping her hand around me and stroking.  “Long and thick,” she marvelled, “my favourite.  Can you take a cock this big, Demi?” she asked, her natural competitor coming through in her voice.

“Definitely,” Demi said, not to be outdone.  “Wanna see?” she said with a confident smile, lowering herself to her knees.  Brittany stood back, a sultry smile on her lips.  Demi took the base of my cock in her hand, stroking me as she assessed my size.  “He’s huge,” she remarked to no one in particular.  “Stop stalling, get him in your throat,” Brittany said impatiently.  Demi licked the tip of my cock, and my whole body trembled.  I had been poised to cum at a moment’s notice all day, and I realized that it would require an Olympic level effort to keep from exploding all over her beautiful face as soon as her lips closed around me.  I took a deep breath and prepared for the ride of my life.

Demi licked me from shaft to tip, soaking my throbbing cock in her spit before she finally closed her lips around me.  She cupped my balls as she sucked the top half of my cock, working her tongue and mouth around it in a practiced motion.  She bobbed her head in and out, each time taking me further and further into her mouth.  I could feel the back of her throat with the tip of my cock, but she had yet to really push.  I let her set the pace, so focused on not cumming that I didn’t think I could really do much else.  She picked up her pace, slamming the tip of my cock into the back of her throat with more and more force. 

I moaned- her mouth felt absolutely unreal- and planted my feet so that she could get me down her throat.  She wrapped her hands around my waist, cupping my ass cheeks and drawing me into her throat.  I felt the resistance of her throat each time, her shoulders squaring as she pushed me down deeper.  Her throat constricted around me as she coughed, pulling me out of her so that she could gag.  To her credit, she went right back down, trying again to get me deeper.  Each time she pulled me out of her throat, a string of spit connected my cock to her mouth.  Her chin was soaked in spit, as were her hands. 

“Come on, first you can’t pin him, and now you can’t get his cock down your throat? Maybe you’re the amateur,” Brittany said from somewhere beside us.  She knelt beside Demi, grabbing a handful of her hair. “Here, let me tie your hair back for you,” she said, wrapping an elastic around it and then grabbing her by the ponytail. “Clearly you need some help,” she said patronizingly.  She forced Demi’s face toward me, my cock pushing into her throat further than before.  Brittany held Demi’s head on my cock even as she started to struggle.  “That’s it, keep it there- further,” she coached, her voice unyielding as Demi gagged.  She finally gave her relief, pulling her off of me as she coughed and sputtered, spit running down her face and onto the mat.  “Again,” Brittany said, pulling Demi by the hair back to my cock. 

She pumped Demi’s head on my cock, her pace fast and rough.  “Are you going to let him beat you at this too? You really are useless,” Brittany said, pulling Demi off of me once again to let her breathe.  Brittany spit in her open mouth, and then spit on my cock.  “Maybe you need more lube,” she said before forcing my cock back down her throat.  Brittany’s help got me further into Demi, but she still wasn’t even close to getting me all the way in.  Demi planted her hands on my thighs at one point, gasping for air.  “I can’t do it,” she said, tears in her eyes from the relentless deep throating.  “He’s too big for me,” she said, her disappointment in herself clear.  Brittany released her hair, letting it fall and get stuck in the spit all over her face. 

“He’s not too big,” Brittany said confidently, “get out of the way- I will show you how to suck a cock.”  Demi didn’t fight her as she elbowed her out of the way.  Demi stayed kneeling, trying to regain her composure as Brittany spat on my cock again.  She took me into her mouth easily, the new sensation making it even harder for my cock not to explode.  She worked her neck as she bobbed back and forth, her throat already seemingly deeper than Demi’s.  She sucked me hard, pulling me into her mouth and then swallowing to get me into her throat.  The sensation of her throat closing around me was almost too much to bear; I grabbed a handful of her hair, more to steady myself than her.  She moved off of me, taking a breath and adding more spit before going back.  She pulled me into her, swallowing more and more of me until she was almost there- almost, but not quite.

“See, not as easy as you thought…you’re all talk, Brittany,” Demi said smugly.  She crawled up beside Brittany and watched her work, clearly pleased that she wasn’t able to do it.  “Here, let me get your hair for you,” Demi said with fake concern.  She pulled Brittany’s hair into a ponytail, securing and then holding her by the hair and pumping her head onto my cock.  Brittany gagged at not being able to set the pace, but Demi didn’t relent.  “See? How do you like it?” she asked cruelly, pushing on the back of Brittany’s head to force another inch of me down her throat.  She spit on her face before forcing me down until Brittany was gagging after each time, the sound of Demi’s laughter drowning out the coughing.

Brittany eventually tapped out, falling back on her heels and wiping the considerable amount of spit- Demi’s and her own- off of her chin and chest.  Her sports bra was soaked in spit, so she removed it as well, revealing magnificent tits.  “Fuck, he’s big,” she said, as if I wasn’t still in the octagon.  “I really hate losing,” she said, fire in her eyes as she stood up.  Her tits bounced as she lowered her center of gravity, wrapping a leg around me and taking me down in one fluid motion.  I slammed down on my back, too stunned to fight back.  Brittany sat high up on my chest, pinning me with her strong legs.  “It seems like we should get something out of this,” she said to Demi over her shoulder.  “Take a ride.”

Chapter Six

I heard Demi moving behind Brittany, but my view was blocked by Brittany’s tits.  I could see her perky nipples, hard after her exertion trying to deep throat my cock.  I was laser focused on the way her tits curved into her muscular frame when I felt Demi lower herself onto my cock.  I slid inside her easily, swallowing my surprised moan as I felt her pussy start to stroke my cock.  Brittany kept me pinned as Demi rode me, rendering me completely helpless.  Demi’s hands reached around to cup Brittany’s tits, pinching her nipples and making her moan in tandem with me. 

Demi’s pussy felt even better than her mouth, her hips griding into me to take me deeper.  I felt her strong thighs on either side of me; with Brittany’s thighs also pinning me I was completely at their mercy.  Demi moved her hips in circles, coaxing moan after moan out of me.  “It looks like we are finally getting the better of him,” Brittany said, pitting a finger in my open mouth and wiping spit on my face.  She trailed a string of spit from her mouth onto my cheek, smirking.  “Now you’re starting to look more like us,” she laughed, squeezing her thighs hard enough that I had to think about breathing.

They toyed with me for a while this way, with Brittany finally getting up to take off her shorts.  Demi continued to ride me, her body fully naked and an absolutely jaw dropping sight.  I put my hands on her hips, both to steady her pace to stop me from cumming and to tether me to the earth.  She let me slow her pace, her focus split as she watched Brittany undress.  My attention was also split, half watching Demi’s tits bounce as she rode me, the other half watching Brittany bend over, her ass fully exposed as she stepped out of her shorts.  My mouth hung open, unable to believe my luck- it was the perfect opportunity for Demi to lean forward and spit in my mouth.  “This is much more like it,” she said as she slid me out of her, “I like you better pinned.” 

With that, she slid herself up my chest, smothering my face with her thighs and lowering her pussy onto my mouth.  As she did so, I felt Brittany slide my cock inside her, riding me reverse cowgirl.  Brittany bounced up and down on my cock like a jackhammer while Demi rode my face, squeezing my head with her thighs until I felt lightheaded.  I moaned- in pleasure, for help, I’m not sure, driving my tongue into Demi’s pussy as Brittany squeezed my balls while she rode me.  The taste and smell of Demi’s sweetness was intoxicating, her soft pussy contrasting with her hard thighs.  If it’s possible to die from sheer pleasure, I would have right there in the octagon.

I could hear them talking to each other, but Demi’s thighs prevented me from making out the words.  Their tone was patronizing, just as it had been when they were fondling my soft cock.  I began to replay the moments of the night so far, with all of their dismissing and underestimating me.  They clearly thought they had me beat, and my inner competitor just couldn’t let them win without a fight.  I dug deep to find some resolve, planted my feet, and bucked my hips up as hard as I could to drive my cock into Brittany. 

I heard her scream, and felt her tense to hold on.  I bucked harder, driving all my strength into her pussy.  Demi’s pussy on my mouth was still making it hard to breathe, but I focused on using my tongue to keep her hips moving as I fucked Brittany with everything I had left.  I eventually bucked her off, and started to twist my body to get out from under Demi.  She had a better hold of me than I thought, and before I could execute my manoeuvre Brittany was back on my cock, this time with her legs planted on either side of me.  She was much better balanced when she slid my cock back inside her, meeting my thrusts with force of her own.  It felt like my cock was going to go right through her, both of us testing each other with the force we could fuck with.  Demi grinded on my face, her wetness increasing with her pace.  I licked her clit with force, swirling my tongue around it while craning my neck to get the perfect angle.  It wasn’t long before I heard both women scream, almost at the same time.  Demi’s thighs squeezed together until I couldn’t breath, her orgasm rocking through her body as she convulsed on my face.  At the same time, I felt Brittany’s pussy contact on my cock, and put all my energy into not exploding with her as she came all over my cock- I wasn’t finished with them yet.

Chapter Seven

Demi rolled off of my face, her breathing heavy as she laid on the mat beside me.  Brittany had collapsed on top of me, my hard cock still pulsing inside her quivering pussy.  I would start with her first.  I grabbed on to her hips, planting my feet again as I thrust up into her.  Her eyes widened, a moan escaping her lips as she realized I wasn’t done with her.  She tensed, her body not ready for my assault.  I held her steady, driving my cock up into her as hard as I could.  “Who owns who?” I asked her, delighting in the sound of her moans.  She smirked at my audacity, rolling her eyes through her moans, “Fuck you,” she said simply.

I bucked her off me, following her trajectory and coming up behind her.  She was still reeling, so I easily grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up on her hands and knees.  I drove my cock into her pussy before she even realized what was happening.  I held her hips and fucked her from behind, bringing her into my thrust as hard as I could.  She was screaming, and it sounded like music to my ears.  I took everything I could from her, but still found myself wanting more.  Her asshole winked at me, and I knew I had to have it.

I spit on her hole as I fucked her pussy, sliding my thumb in and out to get her attention.  Her moans changed pitch, her body tensing until she started to relax around my finger.  I spit on my hand, adding it to my cock that was soaked in her pussy juices.  She screamed when I pushed my cock into her ass, arching her back to take me.  I thrusted slowly at first, giving her a chance to get used to my size before I made it hurt.  I brought her hips into me, thrusting into her ass harder and harder.  She was so tight that it felt like I could cum at any instant, but now that I had had Brittany’s ass I realized I needed to take Demi’s.  I gave Brittany a few more good thrusts, finally leaving her crumpled and panting on the mat while I stood and grabbed Demi. 

She was still coming down from her orgasm, and wasn’t ready for my grip.  I pulled her to standing, shoving her face up against the octagon’s cage.   I pressed her into it, the chains cutting into her tits.  “Your ass is mine,” I whispered into her ear, adding more spit to my cock as I bent her forward.  I squatted a bit, easing her onto my cock so that she was partially sitting.  Her ass was absolutely perfect, offering me handfuls of curves as I thrusted into her.  I watched her ass jiggle as I fucked it,  driving my hard cock into her with abandon.  “Looks like I own both of you,” I say over my shoulder, emboldened by the blood pumping to my cock and the temporarily subdued women.  I wrap my arms around Demi’s waist, supporting both of our weight as I fuck her.  Her thick body is all mine, just like I have always wanted.  I grab another handful of her perfect ass, and the reality of my situation hits me like a ton of bricks.  I can’t believe that my cock is inside Demi Lawrence right now, and that it was just in Brittany Black.  The two hottest women on the planet, and…me.  My nervousness from before settles back in, and I can feel my legs weakening under Demi’s body.  I refocus my stance to hold us both up, but start to feel my cock soften at the effort.  My body is fighting against itself, and I finally collapse under the pressure, breaking Demi’s fall. 

I hear her laugh first, feeling her stand beside me and place her foot on my chest.  “You think you own us?” she scoffed, soon joined by Brittany.  “We’re just getting started.” 

Chapter Eight

The three of us were breathing hard, covered in sweat and spit.  I could smell and taste Demi’s cum on my face, and knew that my cock was soaked in juices from both women.  “Well, he’s made us cum,” Demi said with a laugh, “I guess now it’s his turn.” Brittany smirked, putting her foot on my chest beside Demi’s.  “I guess it is,” she agreed, “but first- who owns whom?”

I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of an answer; I had held out for this long, not only avoiding being pinned by both of them in the octagon, but also avoiding blowing my load all over them.  I was breathing deeply, trying to regain my strength and wits while they patronized me.  “He seems confused,” Demi said, “as if we don’t have him…by the balls,” she said with a laugh, stooping to cup my balls in her hand.  She rolled them between her fingers, making me moan in pleasure.  My cock twitched, desperate to explode. 

“Come on, answer us,” Brittany said, pressing her foot into my chest.  “Who wins? Who owns you?” I looked up at both of them, biting my tongue.  Demi tugged my balls, causing me to bite my lip and moan.  “Come on, we know what you want.  Just tap out, admit defeat, and we will give it to you,” she said sweetly, beginning to stroke my cock. 

Look, I’m only human.

“Fuck, fine- you win,” I said at last, realizing that there was no way I was going to beat two of them.  I had come close, but I was far too close to the edge of my own orgasm to keep hanging on- and in truth, I had been desperate to cum since I woke up that morning and couldn’t wait a single moment longer.  Both women let out a squeal, high fiving at their victory.  “See? Now that wasn’t so hard,” they teased, “and you will be handsomely rewarded for your forfeit.  Speaking of, how would you like to cum?”

My cheeks were crimson from exertion and embarrassment.  Submitting to them after such a battle was sickening, and I was frustrated with myself for not holding out.  I could feel hot anger bubbling underneath my skin, made worse by the smug look on each of their gorgeous faces.  “I want your throats,” I grumbled, standing up.

I took each of them by the hair, dragging them to the wall of the octagon.  They sat obediently, apparently happy to give me what I wanted- what I felt I had earned.  Perhaps they were just exhausted from fighting with me.  Either way, I was ready to take what was mine.  I dipped my cock into Demi’s mouth first, letting her run her tongue along my shaft and get it wet.  I then moved to Brittany, letting her taste Demi’s spit and teasing the back of her throat.  I kept my pace slow and even for a while, moving back and forth between the two perfect mouths in front of me, exploring their different techniques and sensations.

Eventually I started to want more; I wanted to show them once and for all who owned who.  They may have made me ultimately submit, but I wasn’t going to go out without the last word.  I let the anger at having to submit to them fuel me, thrusting my cock deeper and deeper into their throats.  I held each woman by the hair, steading her head as I pressed my cock into her throat.  I was measured and deep, not asking permission.  I could feel their resistance as their throats constricted, one of them gagging while the other was swallowing me.  Tears lined both of their faces, silent protests as I used them.  I created a frenzy between the two of them, spit flying between their mouths by way of my cock, the sounds of gargling and choking filling the empty gym. 

“Please cum,” Demi finally choked as I assaulted Brittany’s throat.  She was drooling down her chin and onto her tits, desperately trying to catch her breath.  “Please, stop- just cover us in cum,” she begged, choking on her words- and then my cock- as I pressed back into her.  “You’ve made your point,” Brittany agreed, wiping sweat off her forehead.  “Please,” she said, her mouth already filled with my cock again.  I took even more from them, until I saw a dazed expression on both of their faces.  They were vessels for my cock, the fight completely knocked out of them.  Whether they would admit it or not, I owned them in that moment- that was enough for me.

“Make me cum,” I said simply, jarring them from their face fucked daze.  I felt four hands on my cock and balls, both women desperate to end their suffering.  Brittany massaged my balls as both of them stroked my spit covered cock, the complementing motions driving me to the edge.  I growled as I finally let go, the day’s buildup of hot cum spraying them both in the face.

Rope after rope glazed their faces, covering hair, tears, sweat, spit, and tits.  They milked every last drop out of my cock, my body moaning and convulsing as I emptied myself all over their gorgeous faces and bodies.  They let go of my cock as it continued to twitch, my orgasm easily the most powerful I had ever had.  I took a step back, admiring my handiwork.  The two sexiest women in the world- in my dreams- were sitting in the octagon in front of me, completely spent, covered in my cum.  There was sweat and spit and cum everywhere, all over the mats below us.  I smiled, knowing that every fight I had in this octagon for the rest of my career would be secondary to the win that I had just had.

Chapter Nine

Demi and Brittany slowly came back to earth, stretching their limbs and clearing their throats as they stood.  They wiped the cum out of each other’s eyes, no doubt tasting salty tears and sweat as well.  I was sweaty myself, my cock sticky with cum at the tip- in comparatively good shape, I supposed.  They turned to face me, their expressions cool.  “Not bad for an amateur,” Demi said, a slight smile curving around her lips.  “Now get the fuck out of our octagon,” Brittany said with a smile of her own.  For once, I did as I was asked.

I put my shorts back on and hopped out of the octagon, thinking that the smile on my face might be there forever.  I had walked a few steps when Demi called out, “Next time I book the gym, you’re welcome to stay.”  I turned to give her a wave and walked right into someone else.  I took a step back, apologizing reflexively.  It took me a moment to realize that I had walked into Jenna.  She must’ve come to watch me- I did technically invite her, though didn’t expect her to come tonight.  Holy fuck. I was completely speechless, face beet red. 

She took my hand, turning to walk out with me.  “Well, it wasn’t quite what I expected, but I see why you like MMA so much,” she said with a smile. 

The Pool Party

What a bitch. 

That was the sentiment playing in Angela’s head as she went up to the pool deck on the roof of her condo building.  She had just run into the President of the Homeowner’s association- Karen, because of course that was her name- in the elevator.  Karen was much too reserved (repressed?) to show any direct disdain for Angela and her “lifestyle”, but did an excellent job getting her point across nonetheless.  It started with an up and down assessment of Angela’s outfit; Karen’s prying eyes taking in every inch of her five-foot-something frame, stopping to linger at the ample cleavage spilling from her black and white bikini top.  A distinct “tsk” escaped Karen’s pursed lips before she plastered on the fakest of smiles. “Angela, dear, how are you?” she sang, the very picture of propriety in her shapeless pantsuit.  “I’m fine, Karen, how are you?” Angela replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the charade.  Angela knew how to play the game- pretending she didn’t know about Karen’s plight to block their condo application, not to mention her subsequent attempts to turn neighbours against them- all because she didn’t approve of their “lifestyle”-if she only knew.  Luckily Angela and her partner Liane were likeable people, and the neighbours (along with everyone else on the planet) could see through Karen’s nonsense.  Two of those neighbours, in fact, had become regular play partners in Angela and Liane’s open relationship- she wondered what Karen would think about that.  Angela bit her tongue as Karen prattled on about who knows what, willing the elevator to speed up.  At long last Karen got off on her floor, not before grasping Angela’s hand in some sort of white woman handshake.  Angela wondered what Karen would say if she knew that Angela’s hand was inside her partner a couple of hours ago- and she hadn’t washed it. 

Determined not to let Karen ruin her afternoon, Angela celebrated a mental victory when she saw the pool deck was completely empty other than a group of 18 year old boys horsing around in the pool.  They wouldn’t bother her- she had little intention to swim.  With Liane at work until dinner, Angela had the whole afternoon to soak in the sun and dive into a good book.  She took her time getting situated, carefully laying her towel out on her favourite chair, arranging her water bottle and book.  She could feel the eyes of the boys on her and smirked to herself as she recognized Karen’s son among them- on summer vacation, about to head off to college.  “Let them look,” she thought to herself as she bent to take her shorts off, taking a little extra time pulling her bikini bottoms out of her ass. 

She wondered what Karen would think of her perfect son perving a lesbian at the pool, and decided to give them something to look at.  Poor guy probably hasn’t ever seen a woman’s body up close, and if his mother had anything to say about it probably wouldn’t until he was thirty.  She took out her sunscreen, applying a generous amount to her hands and slowly working it onto her legs.  She could see the boys whispering to each other out of the corner of her eye, trying to appear as if they weren’t watching her every move.  She moved her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing each ass cheek as she rubbed the lotion into her skin.  Her hands moved to her stomach, the lotion creating a sheen in the sunlight.  She untied the halter bikini top, letting it slip down to expose her breast before catching it and covering up.

The boys were silent at this point, haphazardly throwing a football to each other- missing it just as often as it was being caught.  She retied her top, rubbing the last of the sunscreen into her face, neck, and shoulders.  She turned to the boys, a look of pure innocence on her face.  “Could one of you help me do my back?” she asked, internally rolling her eyes at the frantic energy that passed between the friends.  They all appeared to be paralyzed, so she further prompted Karen’s son.  “Cody? Please? It will only take a minute…I don’t want to burn.”

Cody all but leapt out of the pool, appearing at Angela’s side in a heartbeat.  She noticed his hands shaking slightly as she put the sunscreen onto his palm, turning her back to him and moving her blonde hair out of the way.  “Make sure to get it even,” she teased, “if I burn it’ll be your fault.” 

She was surprised at the strength in his hands; for a gangly guy he certainly had potential.  He took his time rubbing the lotion into her shoulders, awkwardly trying to navigate around the strings at the back of her suit.  “You can untie them if you want,” she said nonchalantly, almost able to feel his heart beating through his chest.  His friends remained silent, no longer keeping up the charade of playing catch.

Angela felt her top loosen, Cody’s shaking hands clumsily pulling at the strings.  She modestly held the top in place, careful not to let it fall.  She let him rub her long after the sunscreen had absorbed, delighting in the feeling of his strong hands on her back.  His hands moved to her lower back, flirting with the top of her ass, dipping his finger between her cheeks a couple of times.  She said nothing, letting him have his fun.  She had never had much use for men- to her they were more of a source of amusement than anything- but this one was certainly serving his purpose.  She finally took a step forward, forcing some distance between them as she retied her top.  “Thanks, Cody, that’ll be all,” she said facetiously.  His face flushed, and he quickly retreated into the pool with a splash.  Angela could hear his friends teasing him, their tone a mixture of jealousy and awe.  Their game of catch resumed as she laid in her chair, taking a sip of water before opening her book.

She read for a while, idly watching the boys play catch.  They eventually got out of the pool, drying off and playing cards on one of the tables nearby.  She turned onto her stomach, deciding to doze for a while before heading inside to start prepping dinner.  The boys got quiet as she adjusted herself, closing her eyes as she listened to their conversation.  She could hear one of the boys challenging Cody to something, no doubt teasing him for his earlier grope session.  She heard Cody scoff, but then a chair pulled out.  Angela kept her eyes close, vaguely curious about what Cody was up to. 

He quietly walked toward her; she could tell he was near as she smelled chlorine and heard him breathing.  She felt a tug at her bikini string, the one holding her top on.  It instantly came loose, exposing her bare back.  Cody recoiled as soon as he undid the string, clearly anxious that he may have awakened her.  When Angela didn’t stir, he went back for the string at her hip.  He pulled it loose too, and then the other side.  His last act before he scurried back to his pals was to move the fabric off of her ass, fully exposing her.

Angela smiled to herself as she heard the boys giggle, pleased with themselves for having gotten her essentially naked.  She didn’t mind being on display, and didn’t want to bother lecturing them about respect- plus she made sure her ass was covered in sunscreen, so really they were just saving her from tan lines.  The boys were quiet, each of them taking in the sight of a naked woman on the pool deck.

It wasn’t long before she felt the presence of another boy beside her to complete his part of the dare.  A clammy hand groped her ass, roughly grabbing a handful of cheek before he scampered away.  She found herself irritated by his lack of finesse, and decided to adjust herself in the chair to make them think she may awaken- gotta keep them on their toes, she thought.

She heard a collective gasp as she stretched, spreading her legs slightly before settling back into her supposed nap.  She let one of her breasts peek out from under her, wondering if any of them would try to touch her there.  The boys gave her a minute, watching closely to ensure that she was still asleep before their third tribute took his turn.  This one was gentler, almost too much so.  She felt a whisper of fingers on her exposed nipple, lightly circling until it was fully erect.  The light touch sent a ripple of pleasure through her, culminating between her legs.  This boy lingered, gently flicking and pinching her nipple as his other hand rested gently on her ass.  She let out a contented sigh meant to encourage him, but instead he retreated back to his friends.

Another round of congratulations followed, the boys becoming more and more emboldened by their covert antics.  Angela smirked, her face hidden from the boys.  She was enjoying herself; not only did it feel good to know that Karen’s precious son wasn’t so pure after all, but the forbidden physical stimulation felt pretty good.  Of course she wished for Liane’s hands, but the taboo nature of the stolen gropes and voyeurism made Angela tingle. 

Cody returned to her side, making extra effort to silence his steps and breathing.  Angela shivered as he ran one of his long fingers along the crack of her ass, the sensation reverberating through her entire body.  He pulled his finger back, waiting for her to settle but not yet moving away.  Angela focused on breathing deeply to feign sleep, finding herself excited to see how far Cody would go.  His finger returned to her ass, gently parting her cheeks and circling her asshole.  He dipped slowly down between her legs, his finger sliding down easily into her wetness.  He chanced penetration, tentatively pushing into her hole, her juices smoothing the way for his finger to bury inside her.  He pulled out soon after, licking his finger clean as he returned to his friends whooping cheers.

Angela elected to stir shortly after, feeling a bit like she was in on the celebration of the boys.  They watched her carefully as she pretended to wake, realizing that her swimsuit was untied.  Much to their surprise she stood, removing her bikini completely and putting it in her bag.  She rooted in her bag for her cover up, taking her time to let her tits hang down as she bent, giving the boys a great look at her ass and side profile.  She finally found her cover up and threw it over her head.  “Be good, boys,” she said over her shoulder as she headed back toward the elevator.  Their stunned silence had her smiling all the way back to her apartment.

She told Liane all about her afternoon antics over dinner; her partner found the situation humourous, and shared in Angela’s smugness at corrupting Karen’s son.  Liane also found the story kind of hot, and showed her appreciation to Angela before they went to bed- three times.  “You can have your playthings,” she said haughtily, “but let’s see them do this.”  With that, Liane dove between Angela’s legs, making her forget that men even exist.

The next day was much of the same; Liane went to work in the morning, leaving Angela to her own devices for the day.  She went for a run, stopping in the lobby to get the mail.  Karen was just coming home, Cody in tow, and Angela thought it a commendable feat not to rub yesterday’s pool activities in her face.  Cody flushed instantly upon seeing her, making a beeline for the elevator.  Angela greeted them both with a polite hello, even though Karen didn’t so much as crack a smile toward her.  She thought she saw a brief nod from Cody, but his crimson face illustrated that he would not be saying much.

Angela smiled in spite of herself at his discomfort.  Truly it was earned, given that as far as he knew she was unaware of yesterday’s molestation.  Really she should have told his mother then and there, giving him a lesson in humiliation, but truthfully Angela wasn’t done with their little game.  She had enjoyed herself yesterday, and was vaguely curious to see if there would be a repeat performance today.  With the memory of Cody’s finger inside her tingling through her body, she got ready for the pool and set up in her favourite chair.

Sure enough, the two boys from yesterday were already there- she had affectionately (and originally) named them “the gentle one” and “the rough one” after their approaches.  They were awkward in the expert way that only teenage boys can achieve when she arrived, turning their backs to her and whispering in a flurry of anxiety, stealing glances toward her every now and then- no dobut to make sure she didn’t have a police escort.  Angela opened a bottle of vitamin water, and went to get her book only to realize that she had left it in the apartment.  “Will you boys watch my stuff for me?” she asked politely.  She heard a surprised and extra formal “Yes Ma’am,” as she sashayed back to the elevator. 

When Angela returned with her book, she took a moment to quietly observe the boys.  Cody had not yet arrived, and she had to admit she was a bit disappointed- after all, he had the best hands of any of them.  As she was watching, one of the boys hurried over to her chair.  He was taking a bottle of…cough syrup?…out of its packaging, and added some to her pink vitamin water.  It took Angela a moment to put it together, but she realized that this was their half-assed attempt to drug her.  Clearly they were looking to escalate yesterday’s activities.

Angela was horrified with their brazen (if hairbrained) attempt at assault.  That amount of cough syrup would do nothing to alter her consciousness, but their intentions were clear.  She again thought- knew- she should call them on it, but her curiosity was decidedly piqued.  She decided to let this afternoon play out, and then address it with them- and maybe their parents- after she saw how far they intended to go.

With her mind made up, she gave the boy time to get back to his friend, and then returned to her chair.  She waved her thanks, making a big show of drinking from the bottle.  In truth, she didn’t even take a sip, and switched the bottle out for a second one in her bag when they weren’t looking.  She continued the charade, sipping and reading while the boys floated in the pool, no doubt waiting for her to completely pass out.  Cody eventually joined them, and she enjoyed watching his face through her sunglasses as they updated him on their plan.  She read initial discomfort, seeing Cody protest and look at her almost protectively, but he eventually acquiesced and gave high fives all around for their apparent ingenuity.

Angela was almost finished her vitamin water and realized that it was time for her performance.  She turned onto her stomach, giving her a better angle to shield her facial expressions as she faked sleep.  She took a deep, centering breath and relaxed her limbs.  She put her head on her hands, and focused on regular breathing as she heard the boys begin plotting.  One of them went to put an out of order sign on the door out to the pool, locking it so that they wouldn’t be interrupted.  Another came up to her to get things started.

The boy with the gentle hands came first, cautiously circling her and moving toward her face to ensure that she was asleep.  Angela could see a shadow dance as he waved a hand in front of her face, and then felt his gentle touch in her hair- a double check to make sure that she was out.  He then moved to untying her swimsuit in a now practiced fashion.  He removed her bottoms, exposing her ass, before untying her top at the back.  She felt his gentle grip as he cupped her ass, kneading the tissue and separating her cheeks as he watched for any sign of reaction.  When he had had his fill he went back to his friends.  Based on their stage whispers, Angela deduced that they were much closer to her than yesterday- no doubt to get a better view.

Rough hands grabbed her next, wrapping around her torso to fondle each breast.  He pinched her nipples with gradual force, gauging just how well their little cold medicine trick had worked.  Angela winced at his pinches, but kept her breathing slow and even.  His hands eventually moved to her ass, repeating his friend’s move of separating her cheeks to look at her holes.  He dipped a finger into her pussy, just as Cody had the day before.  She could hear him tasing her, and was then surprised to hear him call his friends over.  “Guys, you’ve gotta taste her- it’s like candy,” he said.  His friends cautiously approached, each of them becoming more comfortable with their assault as she continued to feign sleep. 

She felt additional fingers dip into her pussy while the rough hands held her cheeks slightly apart.  They all muttered their approval, some going back for seconds.  Someone spread her legs further apart, giving them all better access.  She felt a tongue lick her slit, and then another dance around her asshole. She tried her best to mask her shiver, but their enthusiasm made up for any gap in skill and she was genuinely enjoying herself.  They took turns licking her pussy and asshole, each boy exploring her as thoroughly as he dared.

It was Coty who spoke next.  “My cock is so hard…fuck she’s hot,” he said, his hand idly stroking Angela’s nipple.  “Bro, she’s a lesbian, she doesn’t care about your cock,” his friend teased.  “Yah, look,” said the third, and she heard him move up near her face. 

She felt his cock against her cheek, gently rubbing her face back and forth.  “She probably wouldn’t even know what to do with it,” he said, rubbing himself into her hair.  She felt another cock on her back, hardening as its owner stroked himself.  “Come on, Cody, her skin is so soft,” he encouraged, and she heard Cody pull down his shorts.  Cody’s cock felt like the biggest of the three, and he lined it up between her ass cheeks before starting to rub against her.  “Fuck, you guys were right, she’s perfect,” he said reluctantly, moving into a steady rhythm between her cheeks. 

Angela could feel three cocks on her, all of which were hardening by the minute.  Every now and then someone would grab her tits or a handful of her ass, each of them casually talking about how hot she was.  “Do you think she would wake up if we fuck her?” one of the boys asked the others.  They all stood, as if to consider the risks.  Just then, she felt the sharp sting of the rough boy’s hand on her ass.  She was careful not to cry out, but it was definitely a test of her acting abilities.  She gasped slightly, but quickly steadied her breathing.  “If that didn’t wake her up, nothing will.  I’m going first,” he said triumphantly.

The other two boys moved aside, continuing to stroke their cocks as their friend got in position behind her.  She felt the head of his cock press against her pussy, and he swirled it around her slit to coat it in her wetness.  He slid in slowly, gauging her reaction before starting to move.  She sighed in pleasure before she caught herself. He paused, allowing her to stretch and move around him before settling back into feigned sleep.  His thrusts started gently, but quickly escalated- she was thankful he had a fairly small cock.  His pelvis slapped against her ass, the other boys appreciating the way her ass jiggled as he fucked her.  “She feels so fucking good…who else wants a turn?” he said, pulling out of her to share with his friends.

The gentle one went next, his cock slightly longer than his friend’s.  He was much more tentative, and Angela appreciated his deliberate strokes.  He buried his cock deep inside her, squeezing and separating her ass cheeks so that he could watch it disappear.  He circled a finger around her asshole, eventually pressing gently into her.  She could feel a bead of his spit land, giving his finger the lubrication that it needed to press all the way into her.  She moaned at the new sensation, now thoroughly enjoying herself as the boys assaulted her.  Her pussy was soaked, the taboo and scandal of the moment turning her on just as much as the sensations.

Cody stood beside his friend, stroking his cock as he watched.  When it was his turn, he rubbed his cock up and down her slit, taking extra care to soak it.  He added some spit, and pressed his fingers inside her to wet them before penetrating her ass.  He explored and stretched her with his fingers, giving her a hint at what he had planned.  When he was satisfied, she felt the head of his cock pressing on her asshole.  “Do you think you can get in?” one of his friends asked, stroking his cock faster at the thought.  “She’s tight, but I want her ass so bad…I am gonna try,” Cody said, gently applying pressure. 

Angela’s ass resisted him, but only for a moment.  He was patient and gentle, allowing her body to accept him before he started to thrust.  “Holy fuck man she’s so tight,” he marvelled, his cock sliding in and out of her asshole as all three boys watched with hard cocks.  “This is so fucking hot,” one said, to murmured agreement of all the others.  “I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer, this is too good,” Cody said, slowing his thrusts in an effort to maintain control.  “Let’s soak her in cum,” one of them said, “I bet she hasn’t had that happen before.”  She smirked at their naivete, thinking about Liane and some other partners squirting all over her.  Men really had no idea. 

She heard each of them increase their pace, feeling Cody’s cock unrelenting in her asshole.  Their movements became frenzied, each boy focused on his own orgasm and her vulnerable body.  They stroked and moaned, the rough boy being the first to explode all over her back.  The gentle one came next, getting some in her hair before trailing the rest into the considerable puddle left by his friend.  Cody was last, violently thrusting into her.  “Cum in her ass,” one of his friends suggested, and with that Cody let go, spraying his cum inside her.

He pulled out after every drop was out, spreading her cheeks so that his friends could see his cum start to leak out of her.  They each muttered sentiments of how hot she was, and how hot she looked covered in cum while they toweled themselves off.  “Should we…clean her off?” one of them asked.  They considered.  “Yah…but someone has to get the stuff inside her,” Cody said with a smirk.  “Shotgun,” he quipped, laughing at himself.  She felt a towel on her back, mopping up the mess that two of the boys had left.  She felt Cody’s strong hands part her ass cheeks, and his tongue dart inside her asshole, licking her clean.  His tongue felt amazing, and she arched her back almost imperceptibly to give him better access.  “Okay man, we’ve gotta go before she wakes up…get your tongue out of her ass,” the gentle one said, gathering their towels.  Cody offered her a few final licks, clearly reluctant to leave such a (seemingly) willing participant. 

They left Angela naked and cum-soaked inside and out, pretending to be asleep in the sun.

When the boys had been gone for a moment, Angela got up and jumped in the pool.  She made sure to wash the rest of the cum off of her, smiling to herself as she replayed the afternoon.  She was both impressed and astonished in the audacity of the boys- someone would surely need to teach them a lesson.  It had been a while since she had played with a man, though, and she admitted to herself that the variety was certainly interesting.  She was absolutely not straight, but she could appreciate sexual pleasure in many forms.  Once she was all cleaned up, she headed back to the apartment, excited to fill Liane in on the developments.

“Those little predators!” Liane said, aghast.  They had laughed at the boys’ brazenness all evening, shocked that they had taken things as far as they did.  Both Liane and Angela agreed that they needed to do something about it, and began to formulate a plan.  They wanted to make sure that the boys thought about what they did, and decided that a healthy dose of panic and paranoia would be a good start to this particular life lesson.

They got their chance for phase one of their plan a few days later.  Angela and Liane were in the elevator, headed out for dinner.  It stopped on the way down, and Cody got into the elevator.  It took him a moment to realize the identity of his fellow passengers, and when he did it looked like he wanted to just dissolve into nothingness.  Liane greeted Cody innocently, and he mumbled his hello.  When the elevator dinged she exited first, leaving Angela just enough time to whisper something to the stunned Cody before exiting herself.

She glanced up at him, a smirk dancing on her lips. “Next time, leave the cum on me…I like the way it feels.”

Mother and Daughters: Part 6 (Finale)

This story is a sequel to My Mother, My Wife. Read part 1 here.

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Lily

Lily had listened to her mom take her sister’s virginity all night long.  She finally understood how Violet had felt, listening to Lily and her mom for all those months.  Lily lost count of her own orgasms, let alone those of her mom and sister.  Hearing two women that she loved experience so much pleasure was intoxicating. It was a spectacular night for all of them, and Lily was glad that she had given her mom and sister space to consummate their marriage alone.  When she woke the next day, however, she found herself eager to join in on the fun.

She tiptoed down the hall to the master bedroom, silently opening the door.  Her mom and sister were wrapped in each other, sound asleep under the blankets.  The room was completely disheveled; Lily could see the strap-on harness and multiple dildos, a vibrator, and- was that a butt plug? Lily smiled at the disarray, glad that her mom and sister had so thoroughly enjoyed each other.  She stumbled slightly on her way to the bed, tripping over a discarded dildo.  Violet stirred, sleepily opening her eyes.

“Hi, newlywed,” Lily whispered, a knowing smile dancing across her lips.  Violet smiled, her face a mixture of smugness and embarrassment.  “Did we keep you up?” she whispered back, gently moving out of her sleeping mother’s embrace to move closer to her sister.  Lily sat on the side of the bed, and Violet moved over so that they could chat without waking their mother.  “It’s okay,” Lily said, “it was super hot.  Plus, I guess you owe me a few sleepless nights,” she said with a smile.  Violet blushed again, but smiled along with her sister, delighted to be in on the joke for once.  “So…how was it?” Lily asked.

“It was incredible,” Violet said dreamily.  “I had no idea that it would be like that…I am so lucky,” Violet said.  “We are so lucky,” Lily corrected, taking her sister’s hand.  Their fingers intertwined, and Lily bent to kiss her sister tenderly.  “I’ll admit,” Lily said, moving the blankets slightly down to bare her sister’s naked breasts, “I definitely felt like I was missing out last night,” she said, visibly ogling her sister.  Violet laughed, making no effort to cover herself. 

Lily bent to take one of her sister’s nipples into her mouth, feeling Violet shiver under her touch.  “And here I thought you might be too exhausted for any more play,” Lily teased.  “I don’t think I will ever get tired of sex,” Violet said, gasping as her sister nibbled gently on her nipple.  “Mmm, good.  I’ve only ever tasted mom’s pussy,” Lily mused, moving to her sister’s other nipple.  “Me too,” Violet said with a giggle.  She kicked the blankets off of herself, reveling in her nakedness as her sister took off her pyjamas.  “Let’s change that,” Lily said, climbing onto her sister to taste her pussy for the first time.

Cherie

Cherie woke from what she thought was the best dream of her life.  She was married to both of her daughters, and had spent the entire night taking the virginity of her youngest daughter.  She took a deep breath, stretching to shake the cobwebs from her mind.  She blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings.  She realized that she wasn’t in her bed- she was at the lake house.  The next thing she realized was that she wasn’t alone in the room.  She heard moaning, two distinct voices.  Cherie blinked a few more times, sitting up slightly to take in the room.

Her two daughters lay naked beside her, their faces buried in each other’s pussies.  Lily was riding Violet’s face, her hands spreading her sister’s lips so that her tongue could flick her clit.  Both girls were moaning freely, completely lost in the moment and oblivious to their mother’s observation.  She watched them silently, her fingers roaming between her legs to rub her pussy as her daughters played.  “Violet, I’m gonna cum!” Lily exclaimed, driving her fingers into her sister’s pussy urgently.  Violet was the one who screamed first, her body convulsing under her sister as she came.  Lily cried out a moment after, her hips grinding her pussy on her sister’s face as she soaked her in sweetness.

Lily eventually rolled off of her sister, both of them working to catch their breath.  Cherie watched both girls, swelling with pride and arousal.  “My beautiful girls,” she said, jolting her daughters into the present moment, “come give your mom a kiss.”

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Mother and Daughters: Part 5

This story is a sequel to My Mother, My Wife. Read part 1 here.

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Violet

Violet was about to lose her virginity to her mom- to her wife.  After the ceremony the three women had gone out to a very fancy dinner.  Lily had thought of every detail, from the flowers on the table, to the wedding cake for dessert.  Violet was so grateful to have her, including now as she gave her sister a pep talk.  “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be incredible,” Lily said, brushing her sister’s hair out of the braids.  Their mother was in the shower, giving the sisters one final chance to talk.  “I am going to leave you two alone tonight; it’s important that you have time alone together to celebrate your marriage.  We can talk tomorrow, when it’s over- I can’t wait to hear all the details,” Lily teased with a grin.  Violet grinned back, her sister’s sense of humour, as always, reassuring her. 

Lily gave Violet one final kiss, then leaving her alone with her thoughts in the master bedroom.  Violet heard the shower turn off, and her mother step out.  She felt like the butterflies in her tummy would carry her away before her mother could even touch her.  Violet was wearing a simple white satin nightgown, picked out by her sister.  She fiddled with the hem as she waited for what seemed like a year for her mother to come out of the bathroom.  At long last, the door opened, and her mom stepped out of the steamy room.  It took Violet a moment to realize that she was naked.

She could feel her cheeks blushing as her mom closed the gap between them.  “You look beautiful, Violet,” Cherie said, kissing her daughter deeply.  Violet could feel warmth radiating from her mom’s body as she kissed her.  She found herself relaxing into her mom’s kiss, some of her anxiety dissipating as her tongue found her mom’s.  “I want you to feel good, sweetie,” Cherie said, cupping her daughter’s face, “I am so lucky that you married me today, and am so grateful that you are giving me your virginity.  I know you must be nervous; I want you to relax, and let your mom take care of you, okay?” Violet let herself be led over to the giant bed, and obediently put her arms over her head for her mom to undress her.  “Yes, mom.  I know that you’ll take care of me,” Violet whispered, and knew as soon as she said the words that they were true.

Cherie laid Violet on the bed, gently running her hands over her daughter’s naked body for the first time.  Violet shivered under her mom’s touch, a bundle of nerves and arousal.  She could already feel wetness between her legs, and her mom had barely touched her.  Cherie took her time kissing Violet, letting her daughter ease into the moment.  Violet felt her mom’s fingers first teasing her nipples as they kissed, and was surprised at how natural it felt.  “That’s it, let it feel good,” Cherie coached, and Violet could feel herself relax even more. 

Violet could feel her mother’s breasts pressing into her, and reached up to cup one of them.  It was soft, and Violet liked the way her mom moaned as she squeezed.  “Open your legs, Violet,” Cherie whispered intimately, finishing her request with a delicate kiss.  Violet felt like her body was melting, her legs easily falling open at her mom’s request.  When her mom’s fingers grazed her clit for the first time, Violet gasped.  She had masturbated countless times (often while listening to her mom and sister), but having someone else- let alone her own mom- touch her in such an intimate place was incredible.  Violet kissed her mom deeper, becoming hungrier for connection as her mom started to rub her clit.  She wrapped her arms around her, bringing her mom’s body close to hers, pressing their breasts together.  “Mom, it feels so good,” Violet moaned, opening her legs even wider for her mom.  “I know, baby,” Cherie said, “you deserve it.”  Violet felt her mom’s fingers leave her clit, trailing down her slit to press against her virgin hole.  “Your pussy is soaked, sweetie.  Are you ready for my fingers?” 

“Yes, mom, please,” Violet whined, feeling desperate for stimulation.  She felt her mom press two fingers inside her, and cried out at the pressure.  “You’re so tight, Violet, just relax.  I will use my fingers before I use anything else…it won’t hurt.”  Violet looked Cherie in the eyes, seeing the lifelong sincerity and trust of her mother.  She relaxed, flexing her hips around her mom’s fingers and moaning as she felt movement inside her.  “That’s it, good girl, just relax,” Cherie said, gently moving her fingers in and out of her daughter.  Violet started moaning more urgently, feeling her pussy dripping with each insertion of her mom’s fingers. 

“Your virginity is such a gift, Violet,” Cherie said as she worked her daughter’s pussy.  Violet felt her mom’s fingers move below her pussy, and felt momentarily confused until she felt pressure on her asshole.  “I know it can be scary to lose your virginity, but it’s perfectly natural to lose it to your mom.  Now that we are married, you can give all of yourself to me,” she continued, gently pressing onto Violet’s asshole.  Violet wondered if her mom was mistaken, perhaps not realizing what she was doing.  That thought was soon abandoned as her mom kept speaking.  “I want to have all of you, Violet, forever.  I will love you as my wife, and my daughter, and will always take care of you.  Will you give yourself to me, sweetie?  All of yourself?” she asked, punctuating the ask by increasing pressure on Violet’s asshole. 

Violet was so preoccupied with the thought of losing her vaginal virginity, that she had never even considered anal.  She looked into her mom’s eyes, seeing lust and love staring back at her.  “Mom, I’m scared,” she said honestly as her mom continued to play with her ass.  “I know, baby, it’s okay to be scared.  I am going to take care of you, remember? If you give me this gift, I will cherish it- and you- forever.  If you aren’t ready, that’s okay too- I don’t want to pressure you, Violet.  I just want you, in every way that you will give me.” 

Violet was touched by her mom’s words, and relieved that she was able to say no.  As she thought about it, though, she realized that she didn’t want to say no.  Yes, she was scared, but she knew that she could be in no better hands than her mom’s.  She knew that her mom would be gentle, and she desperately wanted to be connected to her in every way.  “I am yours, mom- your daughter, and your wife.  I want to give you every part of me, I want you to have my virginity forever- all of it,” Violet said, sitting up slightly to kiss her mom deeply. 

“Thank you, Violet.  I am so proud of you- and so attracted to you.  I can’t wait to explore every inch of your body.  Lay back, and let me make you feel good.  Don’t be scared, I’ve got you,” Cherie said, teasing her daughter’s nipples and cupping each of her full breasts before gently pushing her back down on the bed.  Violet felt her mom’s fingers exploring her pussy again, pressing in and out of her hole.  They stroked her throbbing clit, making Violet realize how close to the edge she was.  “Mom, don’t stop…I’m gonna cum!” Violet said urgently.  Cherie just smiled, and continued to stroke her daughter’s clit until she screamed.

“Good girl, you are absolutely gorgeous when you cum,” Cherie said as Violet breathed heavily.  Cherie licked her fingers, tasting her daughter for the first time.  “You taste delicious,” she said, making Violet blush.  While Violet took a beat to recover, Cherie stepped into her strap-on harness.  Violet watched her apprehensively, until she turned back toward her.  “It’s small,” Cherie reassured her, “it won’t hurt.  Are you ready?” 

“Yes, mom, please take my virginity,” Violet said.  She had never been more sure of anything in her life.  She laid still as her mother mounted her, gently sliding the dildo into her virgin pussy.  There was a moment of sharp pain that caused Violet to wince, but once her mom started to move slowly back and forth, it started to feel absolutely amazing.  “Mom, yes,” Violet moaned, grinding her hips against her mother as the dildo entered her.  “Good girl, you are doing so well,” Cherie encouraged, moving faster as Violet acclimated.  Violet couldn’t believe how amazing her mom was making her feel; if she had known that sex would feel like this, she would’ve tried it years ago. 

Her second orgasm built slowly, the result of her mom’s deliberate and methodical thrusts of the dildo inside her pussy.  Her mom’s fingers returned to her clit, providing added stimulation to push Violet to the edge.  This time when she came, her mom pressed the dildo far inside her, leaning over her to swallow her moan in a kiss.  Violet was winded and completely sated; she had never felt closer to her mom.  Cherie pulled the dildo out of her daughter, marveling at how it glistened with her wetness.  She licked it up and down, bending to then kiss her daughter.  “See, you taste so good,” she said, sharing her daughter’s cum with her. 

“I want to taste you, mom,” Violet whispered shyly.  Cherie smiled, no doubt pleased by her daughter’s enthusiasm.  “Well of course you can, sweetie,” she said.  “Why don’t you taste me while I keep playing with your holes.”  Violet nodded, not having enough experience to be sure about what her mom meant.  Things soon became clear as her mom swung one of her legs over Violet’s head, stationing her pussy over Violet’s head. 

Violet looked up, seeing her mom up close for the first time.  She could see wetness glistening along her folds, and found herself desperate to taste it.  She grabbed her mom by the ass, bringing her pussy down to her mouth.  She licked her tentatively, delighting in the salty sweet taste.  She stuck her tongue deeper, feeling her mom’s hard clit with the tip.  When her mom moaned, it sounded just like when she was with Lily.  “That’s it, baby, taste your mom.  Your tongue feels so good,” Cherie purred, starting to grind her hips on her daughter’s face.  Violet knew that she must be doing something right, and kept licking.

Her focus was split when her mom started to stroke her clit again.  She felt her mom spreading her wetness all along her slit, down to her asshole.  Violet tensed, realizing what was coming next.  “Just relax, sweetie, let your mom explore.  Just focus on sucking my clit, Violet, I will take care of you,” Cherie encouraged.  Violet took her mom’s advice, focusing as much as she could on exploring her mom’s sweet-smelling pussy.  Her mom pressed a finger inside her asshole first, just the tip.  She was so gentle that Violet wasn’t even sure that she had penetrated her.  Her mom wiggled her finger a bit, and the sensation was like nothing Violet had ever felt. She found herself hoping that her mom would press further in.  Her wish was soon granted, with her mom’s finger pressing into her knuckle by knuckle, until the entire finger was buried inside her.  “You are taking it so well, Violet, I am so proud of you,” Cherie said through the moans that Violet was teasing out of her through her pussy.

Violet felt something cold and slippery press against her now, and refocused on her mom’s pussy.  The thin plug slid inside her gently, her mom encouraging her to relax around it as she took the last inch.  Violet had never felt so full- or at least she had thought, until her mom put the dildo back in her pussy.  The sensation was absolutely incredible; Violet felt like she would rip in half from the sheer pleasure between her legs.  Her mom gently thrusted the dildo in and out of her pussy, wiggling the plug ever so slightly as she did so.  She licked Violet’s clit as she played, completely overwhelming her daughter.  Violet channeled her pleasure into her mother through her tongue, redoubling her efforts to explore her mom’s pussy.  “Yes, baby, that’s it…you’re going to make me cum,” Cherie said breathlessly, manipulating her daughter’s holes as she grinded her hips on her face.  “Me too, mom,” Violet moaned into her mom’s pussy. 

Mother and daughter came together for the first of many times that night, both of them screaming into the other’s pussy. 

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