One morning I decided to collect cans for some unknown reason. I decided to walk along a path the city had built along the river. To My surprise and luck I might add. There were two highschool girls also walking along the same path at 4:30am in the morning. The tow girls were speed walking so I waited patiently for them to walk past me, That’s when I was going to take advantage of my unforeseen situation. As the two girls walked by me I said good morning to them knowing very well what I had in store for them. As they said good morning and walked on by I told them to stop and not turn around or I would kill them. The Two girls stoped dead in there tracks. One of them was wearing sweats with long legs, And the other with Shorts and a gym shirt on. At 4:30am in the morning it’s still dark but I could tell these white girls were fine especially the one in the shorts.

I told the girl with long legs to pull her sweat bottoms down along with her panties. When she hesitated I put my gun to her head and said, ‘now Bitch’. She then pushed her sweats along with her panties down to her ankles, as her friend started to cry.

I grabed her by the hair and pulled her over a bench on the path. And pulled her shirt along with her bra over her head. I used some duck tape I picked up at lowes to bind her hands and legs together under the bench with her ass in the air, and her junior sized tits over the edge of the bench. Her dime sized nipples were hanging just passed the bench, God they looked so sweet. I found two clothes pins on the ground and decided to attach them to her nipples. She screamed bloody murder as I put the first one on her nipple, My dick got rock hard from her scream as I put the other one in place, and taped her mouth shut. Hey fuck her they were my sex toys to do as I please. Her friend in the shorts was crying as all this took place.

I told her to remove her shorts and her panties so I could see her ass. She didn’t have long legs but they were nice and thick for a white chick. As her hand reached the ground with her shorts and panties in hand. I told her That I was going to fuck her in the ass after I came in her pussy. The poor bitch was crying from histaria as I told her to remove her t-shirt and sports bra at the same time. She had rusty blond hair with freckles all over her body. I then decided to remove my own clothes. Fuck I wasn’t going to need them on any way. As I sat down next to the girl with the legs with her ass in the air her friend started begging and pleading to let them go. Fuck that only made me want her more, that stupid bitch. I told her to straddle me with her legs hanging over the bench behind me. I then took her left hand and guided two fingers into her friends virgin pussy as she was still gasping for air. I pulled her by the ass until her young virgin pussy lips were resting against my cock. I picked her up by the ass her fingers still in her friend and guided her to the tip of my cock. When her pussy lips were resting on my cock I let go as this young virgin slid down the length of my cock screaming bloody murder. As her body hesitated when her cherry broke and my cock slid past with her weight pushing her body down the full length, as she tried helpless to resist.

I was lost in erotic pleasure from my victim as I hugged her close. Her medium sized breast resting against my chest only aroused me more As I held her tight around the waist. I grabed her by the hair pulling her head back. As I took her fingers out of her friends pussy and put them in her mouth with her legs shaking from terror causing a vibrating reaction for my dick. I told her it was time for her to give me head and eat her friend out. I gave her friend 4 hard slaps on the ass while telling her she was next.

I picked her up by the ass and dropped her on the pavement. Grabbing the back of her hair and shoving my dick in her mouth. I made her suck my cock until I felt my first orgasm approach. When my cock started spasming from my orgasm I held her head tight Against my balls making sure everything went into her mouth. Shit the little bitch was choking on my sperm as it filled her mouth like she never had it filled before.

I then grabbed her by the hair and threw her over her friends body with her legs dangling over the edge of the bench. I then guided my cock to her friends’ ass as I massaged the other girls’ ass with my left hand. I guided my cock to her ass and pushed relentlessly into her sphincter as her body shook from the pain. And then ripped it out of her ass just as quick. Ass her body reacted from her ordeal. The girl with the long legs couldn’t hold her bladder as piss ran down her legs. I grabbed the other girl and positioned her on the other side of the bench with her head resting on her friends back. I then lifted her legs as I moved in between them holding onto her ankles.As I guided my cock to her pussy lips. I then let my body push my cock into her pussy as she knew her fate. I couldn’t control myself as I pistoned my cock into her pussy none stop. When I felt my econd orgasm approach I told her to hang on because I was going to cum in her pussy until the last pulsating orgasm stoped. This fine little bitch lost her virginity and felt cum in her pussy for the first time as she screamed and shook from her ordeal.

I took a piece of duck tape I bought from lowes and taped her pussy lips closed. So my cum would mix with her pussy juice. I then threw her over her friends’ ass with her tits resting on her friends back. I got the duck tape I bought from lowes and raped it around both there necks to keep my bitch from trying to get away. Her ass looked good with her legs dangling over her friend. I gave her 28 hard quick smacks on the ass just because it looked nice and tight with her nicely shaped legs sticking out of her ass cheeks. I couldn’t help but guide the tip of my cock to her ass. I pushed it against her sphincter as I felt her butt muscles spread. Fuck they were tight as hell from all the walking she did. I knew it was going to cause her more pain than she could ever imagine. And I was just the ass hole to get the job done.
As I pushed The tip of my head into her ass my leg started shaking from the tightness of her ass. I felt my piss hole penetrate her ass as this little bitch spasmed from the pain. I had to take a second breath as I pushed the head of my cock passed her ass muscle.

Damn this bitch was tight as I took my third breath slamming my cock balls deep into her ass. Her ass held my cock as it tried to pull it deep inside of her. It took all my strength to pull it out with the tip still inside so I could just slam it right back in. my bitch was gasping for air as she tried to scream. While I got into my groove holding onto her hips as I stared at her ass. I grabed her friends legs and pulled them up holding onto her ankles and pushing down as I road her friends tight ass. I felt my third orgasm rushed through my body and into her ass. With my stomach resting on her tight freckled ass cheeks. I then ripped my cock out of her ass. The bitch started to shit as my cock left her ass. I watched her shit slide down past her pussy and onto her friends ass and down her pussy lips. Damn it looked disgusting and sexy at the same time as my bitch shit all over her friends ass and pussy. Some of the shit was dripping from between her friends legs onto the pavement. I jacked off until my cock got hard and pushed it into a pile of shit between there legs. Once my cock was coated with shit I put it at the entrance of her friends pussy.

I started to push into her tight pussy as her friends shit slid down my cock. Once I was balls deep. I grabbed the excess shit with my fingers and reaches around to my ass and shoved it in with my fingers. I then grabed my bitches undies and rolled them into a tight roll like a tampax and shoved them up my ass like a dildo. I then stuck two of my fingers up my bitches unwiped ass. I ripped them out of her after five minutes as the bitch shit again onto my cock and her friends pussy. I figured why stop there as I slid the same two fingers into her friends ass giving her a double penetration. When I ripped them out she took a shit worse then her friend. I reached under my cock and scooped up the shit and started to push it back into my bitches ass. While I squeezed my own ass muscles with her panties lodged between my cheeks.

I tore her friends sweats off and split them at the crotch. I then rollen each side real tight with my cock still inside her friend. I smeared as much shit as I could on the tip and pushed it inside her friends ass spreading her cheeks with my fingers. Twisting it like a cork screw to get it in. The other half I made sure to smear as much shit as possible. Because I knew it was going to take everything I had to twist it in her ass. I had to use both hands to twist it in but it went in as her ass bleed mixing with hers and her friends shit. I took the duck tape I got at lowes from around there necks and flipped my bitch around. I removed my shit covered cock from her friend and incerted into my bitch. I guess this was too much ass she started to vomit with her dinner from the night before dripping down her cheek onto her friends’ hair. Fuck it I kissed her anyway tongue deep. Swollowing some of her regurgitation. I couldn’t help it as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and dove into her sticking my tongue as deep as I could into her shit soaked pussy. Mixing her shit around with my tongue. I then stuck my cock back into her and frenched kissed her with a mouth full of shit. As she threw up I threw up all over her face. I had A fourth orgasm with my cock covered in shit.

I threw my bitch over the bench like her friend and ducked taped her the same way. I then started to piss on her friends ass and back. I must be possessed as I used four fingers to penetrate both of these bitches ass trying to get more shit out of them. I took the girl with the long legs panties and raped them tight and stuck them up my ass with the other pair. I then pulled my under ware on like a paire of thongs to hold the panties in my ass. As I slit the two bitches throats leaving them ther with shit all over there bodies and blood dripping from there throats. I was jacking off as I left the seen satisfied with my work.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to ‘give…’ me an interview. Shit. I’m so nervous I’m shaking; I’ll bet I’m white as a sheet, I can’t even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom’s words screaming from her bed room, “He’s either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the black marketers, you’ll be gone and I’ll never see you again. I remember shouting back as I ran out the door; “He called ‘me’ in for the interview I’ll be safe I’ll make the cabby watch me go in. I ‘need!’ work!” Hell, I still hear the echoes of the slamming door after mom and I fought. My mom is sick; my little brother isn’t old enough to work, and they need somewhere to live, and mom’s disability isn’t enough to starve on much less pay the rent. I ‘want…’ them to have more than that. I want my Mom to have her medicine, a good doctor, and my brother Jeff to have his computer, games, and a college education. Mostly I want away from the dead end café jobs, and three hundred dollars is a start. Well here goes.”

“Come on in darlin’, have a seat please,” Leon Crag said smoothly, “What can I do for you?”

“Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?” Rachel asked.

“You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?” he asked casually adding, “Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day.”

“Yes, the one in the Times want ads” She replied softly, hesitantly, “Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts.” Rachel added earnestly.

“That job and several others, are always available,” Leon replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will.”

“Really?” Rachel questioned and then pried further, “You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?”

“Honey, this is the big city.” He said gently, “There ‘is…’ a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone’s place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you’ll earn every penny!”

“Then how, what do I have to do?” Rachel stammered, “I guess I don’t understand.”

“Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist.” he pointed out and asked, “Where are…you from? Remind me please.”

“Iowa, I’m from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs,” she responded quickly sounding secure.

“And how old are you?” Mr. Crag questioned.

“I just turned eighteen two months ago.” she replied proudly, “Why, does it matter?”

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he replied softly, and scoldingly added, “You bet your sweet little bottom it matters.” Then his face softened, as did his voice, “Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you’ll find one.”

“I can’t. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day.” She whined, and stared stubbornly, “I’m eighteen. I’m female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time.”

“Do you have any idea what we do here?” Leon asked pointedly.

“I-it’s not illegal is it Mr. Crag?” Rachel asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law on purpose.”

“Not at all,” he shot back quickly and chuckled.

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, “Now! Mr. Crag, it isn’t fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I’m a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers.”

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, “Tell me your name again.”

“Rachel, Rachel McAndrews.” she responded a little puzzled.

“Well Rachel… Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?” Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

“Full time employment. I’ll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years.” Rachel excited exclaimed.

“Sorry to hear that, but you still haven’t told me what ‘kind…’ of work you are looking for?” Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, “I’m willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I’ve done some cooking, and…”

“Whoa…! ‘What!’ wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor.” Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, “You can’t earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!”

“W-what are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

Leon said, “I’m interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?”

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, “What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?”

“No…” Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, “You do ‘have…’ to have your clothes… taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don’t have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need.” Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, “You still have to earn it and money like that isn’t easy to earn.”

“What kind of ‘interview’ am I here for?” Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview.

“Well do you or don’t you want the interview?” Leon asked waving the money, adding, “You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh.” Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, “You won’t have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now ‘because…’ of your youthful ‘innocence’.”

“Yes I do.” Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon’s statement sank in. “My innocence?” Rachel queried, “I’ve been with a man.”

“Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe.” Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, “I’ve been with a man.”

“I can’t be a prostitute!” Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

“No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns ‘no, no, no…!’” Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, “nothing so common place. I don’t think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and ‘My…’ girls and boys. I take ‘good…!’ care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean.”

“I’m confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?” Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, “You investigated me?!”

“Easy… settle down… I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish.” He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, “I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.’ Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives…‘domestics/lovers living sex toys.’” Leon smiled smugly and added, “They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I’ve become a multi-level incorporation. I’ve branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate.” With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, “You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs.”

“I still don’t understand I feel so confused.” Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

“As I said, I did a check on you.” Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. “I’m satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother’s tuition isn’t late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel… you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will… look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right.” Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, “Well we’re almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?”

“Y-Yes?” She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

“You don’t sound to sure.” Leon pointed out and then asked, “Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?”

“I’m sure ‘Yes. Yes…!’, and yes...! If ‘you!’ set me up, I will do my part.” Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, “I’m just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again.” Rachel’s face had a fearful expression.

“That is a reasonable fear, ‘but…’ I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of ‘my…’ people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here’s the money.” Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

“Over! I don’t understand. Did I fail or what?” Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

“Oh no, it’s time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it’s you’res.” Leon said with a smile. “The thousand dollar interview is next.” Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

“Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?” Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

“No! I told you I don’t have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but ‘you…’ will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You ‘will’ have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people ‘will…!’ be watching, a lot of people will be watching.” Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel’s reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

Rachel trembled from the panic seeping into her mind, as her owner talked of his wife and his love for her while he circled looking her over sizing her up. His voice was calming. After her eyes adjusted to the light after the blind fold was removed she could see that he was handsome, and that he did not look like a sick pervert. He had neatly combed black hair and stubble that was just long enough to be soft; he stood more than six feet tall and was dressed in dark blue sweats that had florescent stripes running the length of his legs and arms. It was obvious to Rachel that Dave spent time in the gym judging by the fullness of his shoulders, arms, and legs. She felt small, as he was over a head taller, his arms and legs were not only longer but bigger around as well. The baby fat she had gave her a nice shape; at five foot eight she weight only one thirty, he was lean looking not a bit of fat not even in his face and probably weighed one eighty maybe one ninety. Dave’s neck muscles were thick like the ones on his arms. Rachel surveyed Dave’s hunky body and tried to catch a glimpse of his penis but the bagginess of his sweats pants hid it from sight.

His voice drifted back to her ears and Rachel stopped looking around and listened; “We both played around on each other. I didn’t mind because my work kept me away for long periods at a time; it was okay as long as she was discreet, I just wanted her to be happy. When her whims carried her to other women I was more than just okay with it, I was kind of excited by it. Then it went south it seemed, simultaneously for both of us. I caught a case of the clap and body lice or ‘the crabs’ and one of Carol’s girlfriends tried a palimony suit. I got rid of my crabs and cured from my VD and Carol won her suit and then we discovered Leon’s rent-a-mate, so here we are you and I and soon my wife will have a wonderful time.”

Rachel’s mind drifted as Dave paused; she went back to when she signed the contract, and loan agreement, and then opened the accounts for her mother and brother. Then Leon transferred the funds, and then to her departure from Leon’s and the long quiet drive, not being able to see where she was going. She remembered fighting the urge to jump from the car as well as the overpowering desire to beg Starr to kiss her one last time. She remembered Starr’s advise ‘be ready to hit the deck running’ and then her mind filled with the thrilling memory of her and Starr making love after the auction, followed by her reminder that she has ‘sold the rights’ to her body and mind.

Rachel started to think that she was now with a very attractive and powerful looking male whom she was sure she was going to have sex with at some point ‘this…!’ evening, and it felt quite odd. She didn’t even kiss on the first date. A spark of lust stirred briefly in her belly, she felt her clitoris tighten, and then it all faded quickly, as her uncertainty crowded in. Still she found her eyes searching for the outline of his penis for just a clue to his size, but the bagginess of Dave’s sweats continued to conceal even the briefest of hints but not the longing growing inside her belly.

Rachel jumped as Dave put his hand on her shoulder asking, “Are you okay?”

Rachel replied in a weak and pensive voice, “I feel a little sick to my stomach, confused and I want to run for the door, but I also want to stay,” then smiled weakly trying to show some resolve to follow through.

“I can relate totally.” Dave paused a small smile came across his face and he went on, “I would be scared too if I didn’t know where I was, who I was with, or what was going to happen to me. I can assure you that I am not an ogre, but… ‘I am…!’ demanding and so is my wife. Don’t tell her I said this but I think sheee… is much more demanding than I… a lot more. Are you hungry?” Dave asked and pleasantly added, “I could do with a little something.”

“I’m not too hungry, but I could drink some soup and maybe some coffee, it would settle the butterflies flying around inside my stomach.” Rachel answered easier as she relaxed her guard some.

“Ah…a woman after my heart… soup and coffee. How about a small sandwich too?” Dave asked in a warming voice then tempted a cheese sandwich?”

Rachel’s eyes brightened as she thought of her favorite snack; a bowl of cream of mushroom soup and a plane cheese sandwich then she answered, “I could eat a sandwich and soup now that you mention it.”

“Good…follow me, the kitchen is this way. Just leave your bag for now we will come back for it.” Dave piped out then turned somber adding, “I have to say this right off; that door where you came in, is where you will leave and you can go any time weather we are here or not, just leave… we have a limo service that will quickly pick you up and take you back to Leon’s any time night or day. You can only go outside with an escort even to the fenced yards as the doors lock automatically and you will not have a key to get back in.”

“What about a house fire?” Rachel nervously asked.

“No worries in here you are safe from everything except a A-bomb.” Dave brayed and quietly adding, “I will get into all that later.”

“I see security, security, and security.” Rachel quipped, the pensiveness in her voice giving a sign to her uneasiness, and still she showed a weak smile.

“Yes, yes, and yes. You got that from Leon huh?” Dave queried warmly.

“Yea he is a funny acting man but he seems nice enough; but yet I am sure he is very demanding.” Rachel said quietly.

Dave laughed as he said, “He is a stickler for detail.” And somberly added, “That makes me feel safe using his services and you should too.”

The sheer size of the house became apparent as they walked down the hallway passing one set of stairs that went up and another set of stairs that went down and several doors some closed some open and still others ajar. Rachel’s mouth gaped as they entered a large dimly lit room with closed drapes; chairs, couches, and tables placed around the perimeter and the far wall was devoted to a huge home entertainment system. She stumbled as they turned into the kitchen and again she was stunned by the size of the kitchen. As she looked around the first thing to stand out were the real marble countertops that wrapped around the entire kitchen. She had seen marble countertops only once at the fudge shop she worked at for a few months. In gasping breaths Rachel observed, “There must be twenty cabinet doors and thirty drawers.” She stopped to catch her breath then fired a series of questions, “They look like real wood. Are they real wood? Is that a walk in pantry? Do you have a garden?”

“Yes that is a walk-in pantry and yes they are real wood and the marble is real too, and yes we have a garden with a gardener. Maybe Carol will let you work in it during the gardener’s day off.” Dave happily answered her questions and then detailed, “We both come from families with money but we didn’t become extravagant until I won the lottery. That big room is the meeting room and one of the game rooms, the living room is upstairs it isn’t as big. This is a three story house in the middle of a twenty acre lot.”

“It must take a full week just to vacuum the floors!” Rachel said in amazement.

“No actually you can keep them adequately maintained with just three days a month.” He quickly corrected.

“You mean a day here and a day there?” Rachel quizzed quippingly.

“No actually an hour or two every few days.” Dave corrected again. “Well… lets see you do your first chore make us some soup, sandwiches, and coffee.” He directed.

“Okay. Where is every thing?” Rachel asked still stunned by the magnitude of the house; the beauty and spaciousness of the kitchen, it was straight out of a magazine.

“I can show you now or you can start finding your way around for yourself.” Dave challenged and with a chuckle added, “I will give you a hint; the canned goods are in the pantry behind that door.” And he pointed.

Rachel began rummaging through the refrigerator and found some mushrooms, cheese, and mayonnaise, as well as tomatoes and fresh garlic. She thin sliced the mushrooms and garlic then started them cooking, and then found the soup and poured it in with a little milk. She looked up and asked, “I like my soup hot, salty, and with lots of pepper. How about you?”

“Well we found some pets we share in common; soup, sandwiches, and coffee. We even like the same ones the same way.” Dave noted, smiling pleasantly as he watched Rachel assemble the sandwiches and then asked, “How do you like your coffee?”

“I like it strong, hot, sweet and black.” Rachel replied firmly.

“I’ll tell you right now if you want to have your pets you will have to be good to my wife.” Dave cautioned.

“Huh?” Rachel exhaled with surprised.

“What?” Dave pressed smiling.

“It sounds so strange to hear a husband telling someone to do a good job of having sex with his ‘wife…!’” Rachel quipped humorously.

Oh…! Boy…! You are going to be doing a lot more than just having sex with my wife ‘A lot…! More’,” Dave paused and mused a bit a quiet twittering passed through his lips when he started to speak, “I haven’t thought about it for awhile but the first time I said that, it did feel kind of funny coming out. Trust me it will be a lot better for the both of us if you do the very best that you can do to keep Carol happy!”

The long comfortable silence was broken when Rachel chimed “Soup’s on!” and then happily noted, “I call this soul food. When I feel down or have a sickly headache this soup sets the world right again. Sometimes I just get a craving for a cheese sandwich.” She went silent while ladling the soup, handing the plate with the sandwich and spoon to Dave, and then added assuringly, “Both Starr and ol’ Leon said I was a fast study I’m going to try to be the best yet.”

“My wife Carol might let you eat this once in a while, but she is a health nut and worse yet she runs a health club and gym. We have a full gym down stairs. I will give you the nickel tour before I leave later this week, for now let’s down our snacks.” Dave remarked warmly.

They both munched away in silence, Rachel glancing furtively at Dave, he sounded almost friendly and Starr’s warning echoed, ‘Keep up your guard sometimes they will try to trap you and trip you up.’ Rachel continued casting long looks around the kitchen; she was amazed at the counter tops and storage space. The kitchen alone was half as big as her last house. They both slurped the last of their soup at the same time, and looked at each other contentedly. The silent gazing sent butterflies flurrying through her stomach again.

Then Dave opened a drawer and handed Rachel a small cell phone, a wireless headset, and charger saying, “Keep it with you all the time and charged up. You can’t call out on it except for emergencies, and if it rings for some reason don’t answer it. When we call, we will be put through to a voice ring and you will hear us call you by name, this is our wireless intercom. You see it has a belt clip as well as an elastic wrist band so you can wear it everywhere you go dressed or not wet or dry.”

“So do we have some coffee or do we start the tour?” Rachel posed then asked. “Does this have a speed dial for 911?”

“I’m good let’s start the tour.” Dave replied then explained, “Just press and hold nine it goes to a redundant alarm system connected to the Safe House Security Systems inc. and they will ring you back by name and ask you what’s wrong and dispatch the police, fire, or ambulance. Lets start down stairs.” Dave said casually as they started down the hall and to the stairs. At the bottom of the wide stairs and to the right was a door and to the left was another wide hallway at the end there were two more doors. Rachel’s heart was starting to pound as images of dungeons and dragons and torture raced through her mind. She was certain Dave could hear it as it pounded.

At the end he turned smiled and said, “This is not the dungeon even though I call it that,” ending with a little chuckle. Dave then swung the broad door open and turned on the lights and walked in with Rachel following close behind. His chuckle had eased her misgivings and put Rachel a little more at ease as she raced around him into the middle of the room and spun around and smiled back.

“I spent a year in a commercial gym and these look like the same machines, hell the only things missing are the weight racks and bars.” Rachel enthusiastically recounted.

“We do not do power lifting, Carol says it’s really only for body sculptors.” He paused then smiled at Rachel, “I assure you…you will feel like you have been power lifting when Carol starts your training program. I suppose you will think of this place as a torture chamber for the first few weeks…”

“Training program?” Rachel interjected then paused with a quizzical grimace on her face.

“Oh yes Carol is going to have you up to four miles a day on the treadmill and four miles a day on the elliptical there in the corner by the first week as well as doing something on all eight machines.” Dave explained and then cautioned, “Carol is… well let me say I have found it better to let her wear the pants and you will too. She can be very accommodating when she sees that an effort is being made to please.”

“Ole Leon did tell me I was going to be working harder than I ever have.” Rachel noted whimsically as she studied and touched all of the machines.

“I suggest that you start with the treadmill slowly, after I have left no more than two miles throughout the day. I had a little trouble adjusting to it, like me you might find that you are dizzy when you stop. Hell enough of the gym lets go look at the game room across the hall.”

They crossed the hall opening another wide door and switched on the lights, “My god a real pool table!” Rachel sang out as she ran her hand along the walnut sides.

“You play?” quizzed Dave.

“I use to in high school, the bowling alley had like six of them four smaller coin-ops and two full sized like this one.” Rachel said praisingly as she ran her hand along the rails then added, “I got to where I could make a few good shots in a row.” She was beaming, as she surveyed all the different extravagant woods in the expensive looking cues, and cue rack All the different gaming tables looked expensive, her uneasiness was melting faster and faster.

“We have other board games to play too. Come on let me show you where your room is.” He switched the lights off in both rooms and closed the doors and started back towards the stairs at the door he added, “Maybe we will play a few games of eight-ball. I warn you I only play for wagers, and I’m not as good as the table makes me look.”

As they walked down the hall Rachel looked at the swirling grain patterns in the wood paneling. When they stopped at another door Dave said, “This is your room you will stay in it on your off days or when we have visitors or other family members staying with us. During household functions you will dress in a maids uniform and ‘act…!’ accordingly.”

“I’m not sure how a maid is suppose to act.” Rachel informed.

“Carol will ‘train…!’ you.” Dave assured with a whimsical laugh and then informed Rachel, “We will have a few family functions while you are with us.”

“I want to do good I just…” Rachel was cut short.

“You’ve seen movies with maids in them haven’t you?” Dave interrupted and queried.

“Well yes…” She answered sounding puzzled.

“Well there isn’t much more to it except that a beautiful woman like you dressed as a maid well… really turns my wife on, it gets me hot too, so those nights she is going to be… lets just say very ‘amorous!’” Dave said licentiously as he looked down musing over a pleasant memory.

“I’m not beautiful.” Rachel said and pouted a little in disbelief.

“No. True you are not, not like a model in a magazine or painting.” Dave agreed and added, “but still in a down to earth way you are very beautiful, my wife really wants you. She told me to get you no mater what so I did.” Dave said as he smiled at Rachel continuing, “I could tell by her voice that she is attracted to you ‘hell!’ I find you ‘very…!’ attractive!”

“Thank you that put me more at ease.” Rachel replied blushing. She walked around the room pushed at the top of the bed, looked in the bathroom, closets and drawers then noted, “This is really nice better than my room at home.”

“I’m glad you like it. You know it doesn’t mater what Carol feels she is still going to haze the hell out of you till, as she puts it, ‘you pay your dues.’ I’m not suppose to tell you this but just do like she says, come back for more, and well… you’ll see.” Dave explained.

“And you? Do you want me?” Rachel asked in a low saucy voice.

Dave faced her, looked at her warmly, and reached for Rachel’s hair giving her a few tender strokes, saying warmly, “Definitely.” He paused as he looked at Rachel then went on, “but we still have work to do. Let’s go back upstairs go through a few of those rooms, then up to the top floor.”

“All this real wood paneling has me worried I don’t know the first thing about caring for it,” Rachel remarked as they climbed the stairs. She was trying to stay business like, but the gentle touch and warm smile and friendly quips concerning his wife ‘Carol’ Dave had melted the chilling doubts and fearful images of the dungeons, with their whips, and chains.

Here’s a story about an evil sister, a naive bimbo, and the heroic sister and brother-in-law who made everything all right. First the Evil sister. Not really evil in the curse sense, just the ineffectual type who’s idea of success is to divide a crowd, get the two sides fighting, and then jumping on to the side she thinks will win. Any encounter with her would involve not letting her drive a wedge between you and any friend who might be there. My other sister was just the opposite, doing any and everything for most who asked. Hard to believe they were from the same bloodlines. I hope I have the same genes as the non-evil. I am the youngest. The evil one left home when I was a young teenager. I think we all knew her too well and wouldn’t play her games to her satisfaction. Even then she tried to drive the wedge and get me to turn my back on the family

And finally, the brother-in-law. Just this guy, really. Looked OK, had a good job, but mainly always had time to talk to a confused teen. He and the nice sister had a very close, cozy relationship and their house was a favourite retreat for me. Even without the evil one, home was a little dysfunctional. Maybe that’s what made her the way she was. Anyway, it was good to have a safe haven.

I married in due course, and all was well for several years, but it fell apart in the end. No fault, really, we just found ourselves not wanting the same goals. Which brings me to the time in my life when my story happened. Evil’s marriage had also crumbled, because nobody could live long with her kind of nonsense. So when I too found myself alone, she thought she might finally have found a real ally, or at least someone vulnerable enough to be moulded into a yes-girl. When she failed, she was not at all gracious in defeat, and I like so many times, found myself sobbing my story to my brother-in-law.
“She just went too far this time,” I gritted out, “She said some things that I can never forgive.” I paused, waiting for a least a bit of commiseration, or anything that would take the burden of speech from me. It didn’t come. He knew there was more to the story and waited patiently for it..

“She told me the only reason you ever wanted to have me hang around is because you,” I choked a bit searching for the right way to say it, found none,”She said you want to fuck me.” I cringed into his chest waiting for the explosion. It didn’t come, but after a pause I could feel a chuckle. His hands gripped my shoulders, and he pushed me back to look me squarely in to eye.
“I make a point of never wanting something I think is unattainable. If you look in the mirror, you will see that there are probably hundreds of men who you have met who would have liked to fuck you. Some you can bet even lusted for you. I admit I have wished and wondered, but I didn’t keep you around thinking I might have a chance.” He smiled gently, “On the plus side, I promise I never had even that much interest in Evil.”

We talked a bit more as I settled down. I used the F word just because Evil did, thinking it would get a blowdown reaction. When it didn’t, and I calmed , I came to understand how a man could find the idea of sex sith me intriguing without making a pursuit. I was even a bit flattered, when I thought it out. I even had to admit to myself that I had had a few fantasy’s involving him over the years. In adolescence, when they were newly married, I often fondled myself and thought to him fondling Karen, and even thought of him between my legs like married people do. But together, he had never made me feel like he wanted me, at least for that, so when Evil made the accusation I was totally unprepared and as a result devastated.

So I made peace with my emotions and the whole thing might have passed, except fate found a way to stir the pot. Some months later I was simply messing on their computer and found that their E-mail was open. It was bad of me, but I clicked it anyway. I found only one new message, and brought it up. It was a cryptic message saying only,”Are you guys as horny as us?” The attachment showed a young couple on a bed, he with a boner and she spread out and reaching for the camera. After being flabbergasted, I had a really good look, scolded myself for doing so, then had another good look. Then I went out of the mail, hoping no one would notice the new message was not high-lighted like a new message.

I wasn’t shocked at finding my favourite couple were swingers, so much as just surprised. My marriage had foundered on my man’s jealousy when a man would look cross-eyed at me. This happened a lot, because I do tend to be a bit flirty. But I never thought of having an affair. I knew of the ‘lifestyle’, but it was a world away from my so-called real world. Now I knew that as close as they were, they allowed others a bit of closeness too. I thought of my teenaged thoughts of what went on between my sister’s legs, and now I thought of this other man I had just seen who wanted to be there, and not for the first time. I thought of Vern maybe even watching him penetrating, thrusting, and then cumming in Karen. And them watching him fuck the other woman. I found myself in the bathroom and cumming all over my hands. As I cleaned up I had to admit to myself the thought of the orgy I just had in my head wasn’t a bad one.

So it was that on a Sunday afternoon when we were waiting for the BBQ to heat, I made for me a bold move. We had got into the wine early, there was only the three of us, and I just felt a bit reckless. I knew they had friends over last night, knew I hadn’t been invited as I often am, and had to wonder if the E-mail friends had scored. I found myself hoping they had, and regretting I was not part of that picture. It was a long time since I had felt a man, and I judged myself as horny as the next woman.

The phone rang in the house, and both made a move, looking at the other. Soon both sat back and said ‘bugger it”. Karen said that Evil had been bugging her lately about this and that, and she didn’t feel like more of that right now. So the phone had to tend itself, which it did. We could hear the answering machine record the message just clearly enough to tell it was in fact Evil.
“Did you know the only reason you guys like to have me around is because Vern wants to fuck me?” I asked Karen. Karen’s mouth dropped open. “At least that’s what Evil told me.” I continued a bit lamely, wondering what kind of Pandora”s box I had opened. Karen glanced at Vern, who nodded.

“Are you saying yes, that”s what Evil says, or yes, I want to fuck Bess”? Karen wasn’t annoyed. She had a wide smirk, and I had another mental picture of her guiding a strange boner into her pussy.
“Poor old Ev must be omniscient. She’s got me dead to rights. Do you have any date-rape drug I could slip little Bess?”

“I don’t think you need it. I think she’s as horny as you are. Do you have a bit left from last night?” I watched with a dry mouth as my angelic sister turned the gas off the BBQ. She took my hand and I followed meekly as I was led into the house and down the hall. I felt Vern’s hands on my shoulders, the I felt the knot slip in my halter top and as we reached the bed it fell to my waist and I felt his warm gentle hands on my neglected nipples. As Karen flitted around unsnapping, unzipping, and tugging, I realized with a start that the couple on the E-mail had been laying on this very bed for the picture.
By this time I was naked, and felt that nice feel of a hard cock rubbing the cheeks of my ass. Even as it happened I could feel the change from satin smooth to deliciously slippery as some pre-cum found my skin. I parted my legs so the hands holding me from behind could reach between my legs and find that spot that only I had been finding for so long. The cock slid between from behind, and when I clamped down on it, it still stuck out a bit on front. I’m not that big, but even so it showed more cock than I had ever had. I came about that time, clinging to edge of the bed, wanting desperately to get that cock in me, but not willing to lose the moment. When finally I could move, I threw myself on the bed. I spread wide to invite Vern to party and as he came into me I was sort of aware of a camera flashing. I was cumming again even as he was half way in, and had no thought of preserving for posterity. But My favourite picture shows Vern holding himself at arms length but me clear of the bed, arms around his neck and legs around his knees, trying to get closer to him. Another good one shows me on the bed with my hands over my eyes, Vern arched back as he pumped into me.

WOW!!

“So Evil was right all along.” I teased Vern in the afterglow. Karen was cuddled behind me, fondling Vern’s soft cock back into life. Vern reflected on the accusation through the post- fuck haze.
When he finally spoke, he was gentle but firm.” No. I never thought of fucking you until I fucked another girl who looks a lot like you and the thought crossed my mind. But by then you were getting married and I thought what chance I had was gone. Still, maybe we should write her a thank you note.”
“No, “ said Karen, finding my hand and putting it on vern’s new boner, “It would be unkind, making her think she had brought us closer together. It would be the worst kind of torture for her. ”

Carrie and I have had many fun and kinky encounters since the staff party where her boss who had been chasing her for months finally seduced her and showed her a new way of looking at life. I fucked the boss’s wife right beside her as we moved from young marital virgins to swingers hungry for more. Carrie’s best friend’s husband caught her eye, so she helped me seduce Sue so she could fuck Eric. Our life turned from Okay to sublime with one kiss of a clit. But our present fling is the kinkiest yet, and the most fun.

We have been swinging for over four years. We have made most of our contacts by simply seducing friends and work mates, but we also like to scan the swinger sites. We find that just going by the volume of ads, the number of sites, etc, that there must be a good percentage of the population involved or interested in swinging. This knowledge has made us a lot bolder in putting the make on couples who didn’t even know they were swingers until after we fucked them. But the best thing with web sites is locating partners in another town or even country if something else take us that way. We don’t mind a hotel, but we would rather share their master bedroom with some new friends.

So a month ago, when we were planning to visit my sister and her husband out on the coast, we contacted a really nice looking couple not far from their address, thinking it would be nice to have some diversion from the family and also give them a break from us. We wrote back and forth for a couple weeks before the trip, and it seemed that we were really in for a hot time. In fact, we even went a couple days early to fuck the new couple before we had to check in with my sister. We were really turned on by their pictures, and took extra hot ones of us to E-mail back to them.
We hadn’t been to the town before, but it was easy to find the address, and we knocked on the door randy and ready. The guy who opened in was my brother-in-law.

“Hey!!, Wow!!, you guys are a couple days early!! Come in, come in. I’ll call Mary. Hey Mary, your brother is here.”
Mary came bustling in, dressed in just a bathrobe. WE hugged all around, then it dawned on me.
“Are you expecting company? Someone who’s handle is hotpussy? We came to meet firemaiden.”
Mary gasped, “I’m firemaiden.”

I stared along with the rest. “You have great tits, sister firemaiden.” Then all four of us broke up with the absurdity of the situation. If just one of us had sent a pic without the face blurred it wouldn’t have happened. Mary saucily opened her robe to show us the lacy thing she had intended to greet her new lover in, then left to put on something more modest. So instead of a couple days of wild sex before a week with relatives, we had nine days with relatives.
It wasn’t going to be bad, though. We had lots to talk about. All four had always got on well and the day went well. We might have made it, except a name was mentioned of a couple who had moved to town recently and Mary and Al had met them. They had come from our area, and it turned out to be swinging friends of ours. It was Sue and Eric. Carrie had helped me seduce Sue when they worked together, and Eric was easy after that.

“So you are fucking Sue,” Carrie teased Al. “That’s good. Its takes a lot of man to handle Sue. Sam had a weekend with her once and he couldn’t touch me until Tuesday.”
“That would be Sue, all right.” Al acknowledged, “And I imagine you and Mary can share many good stories about Eric.”
The conversation ebbed and flowed. It was never far from sex, because that was a favourite topic for all of us. But we all knew it might be easier if the talk didn’t get too ripe. We went out to dinner, but didn’t go for drinks. I think Mary didn’t want anyone to get too playful, so it was still early when we got back to the house. Carrie was dressed to kill. She had hoped to give a good first impression to a guy she was going to fuck, and Al could be excused if he was a bit blown away watching her ass doing things with her pants. When he mentioned how hot she looked, it was almost reflex that she struck a pose for him, and it was almost reflex for him to reach out and run a hand down her bum and squeeze a thigh.

“Can I think about you when I’m fucking Mary tonight? It wont be the same though. Damn, I sure was hot for your sweet little body.”
“If it comes to that, I was hot for you. That looks like a really fun cock.” Carrie held the hand that still gripped her thigh, “It feels like you’re still hot for me. After the pics we made just for you, you fucking better be.”

Al slid his hand back up her ass and found her bare back, “I hope you’re still hot for me, too. Even if we can’t fuck, we can dream.”
“Now you two settle down.” Mary smiled, “Sam and I were just as hot for each other as either of you.”
“Just thinking out loud, “Al mused. “We both smudged our faces for the pictures. Couldn’t you put on masks and fuck anyway?”
“Nice try, husband, but I think we would know.”

Al had to agree, but he was slow to take his hand off Carrie, and she made no move to speed him up. When we sat down, they sat together on the couch, and Al pulled one of her knees over his and slowly kneaded her knee and lower thigh. After a few minutes when thing seemed to have settled down, Mary went to make a pot of coffee. She was bustling in the kitchen and it sounded like she was throwing together some snacks, so I went in to give her a hand. We found some bickies, poured the coffee and returned to our spouses, still talking on the couch.

Not exactly talking, though. Carrie was moaning, her breast in Al’s mouth, and both hands pulling him tighter. Mary stopped and said nothing. I took the tray from her and quietly set it on a sideboard as we both watched the hot couple on the couch. Now they were kissing, Al still kneading a breast, and as we watched Carrie straddled his lap so he could have both tits while she groped his pants. I think the only person hotter than either of them was me, just watching.

I pulled Mary back to the kitchen to regroup. We could still hear Carrie making sex sounds, and knew it would be painful to put a stop to their sport. Mary shifted her gaze nervously between my face and the bulge in my pants. I watched her moisten her lips with her tongue and realized how dry mine were. I put my arms around her and pulled her close.
“You really do have a fabulous body, sis,” I ground her tits into my chest. Mary stiffened, but made no resistance. “How many men have you fucked?”
Mary giggled, “Lots and lots. I don’t know, maybe fifty. How many girls have you fucked?”
“About the same, I guess. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done? Have you had a gang bang?”
“Of course. A gang bang is over-rated, but a girl has to try it, doesn’t she? How about you? What have you done that is over the edge?”
“I fucked a young girl just a month short of her thirteenth birthday. I still fuck her now she’s sixteen. Carrie and her get it on too.”

Mary had turned to face me, her eyes and mouth open in astonishment. I smiled down at her, “Makes you and me fucking seem, well, not so kinky, doesn’t it?”
Mary didn’t say anything, but continued to look into my face as I slid my hands under her top and found her breasts. Her mouth opened to say something, but closed and her eyes closed too as I played with her nipples. She started when she felt my lips brush hers, then she kissed me back.
“And you know, sis, you did say in the e-mail you couldn’t wait to get my cock in you and make me cum like I’ve never cum before.”
“Ooooh, I did say that, didn’t I? Do you think that’s the way it will work?”

I led Mary back to the others, but they had moved to the bedroom. I started that way, but Mary held back, so I took her to the overstuffed couch our spouses had warmed up for us. I pulled my sister onto my lap like Carrie had straddled Al, and we kissed wildly as I fondled her tits and she groped for my boner. We paused to rip our tops off, and sis took a moment to show off her big tits to me, at least double petite little Carrie. Then we stood and she watched silently as I let my pants fall and released my raging hard-on. I waved it at her in a playfully threatening manner. Then she stood and did the same for me, flashing the shaved pussy that I had been so taken with in our correspondence.
We stood just for a moment looking at each other.
“Did you really fuck a twelve year old with that monster?”
“She was almost thirteen, and I didn’t use all of it at first”
“Am I going to get it all?’
“Can you handle it?”

Mary grasped my cock and, sitting on the edge of the couch, drew me to her until I was kneeling between her knees. My cock touched her labia and rubbed up and down, then my sister rocked her pelvis up and captured me, and we came together with a wonderfully warm, wet, tight, squish. I was as hot as I had ever been. Al was making wild noises of cumming down the hall, and Carrie was also in full chorus. I murmured to Mary that I might be a bit quick, and she said, “OH, good.”

Then I was fucking into the goddess I had come to fuck and she was grooving on the cock she had been wanting for weeks. But I never let go of the delicious knowledge that I was fucking my sister who I had often peeked at when we were growing up, but had never taken beyond a few sneak feels. My little vixen sister had to be doing the same thing. As she climbed the ladder she kept calling me Vee, her childhood name for me. Then my sister was getting my cum in big squirts, ramming her tongue into my mouth each time I rammed her cunt, and when I was so high I could only tremble as I pressed the bottom of her pussy, she sucked my tongue wildly like she was trying to get more cum that way. “OOOoooh!! Yeeesssss, Al!!!” echoed down the hall, and even in our own ecstasy we chuckled, and I could feel her chuckle in her cunt, and she got a few more strokes as a reward. Then she wouldn’t let me stop as the plateau she was on began building to another peak. Even as I pumped into her I managed to get her laying on the couch and I had the added pleasure of feeling her legs around me. We fucked for a quarter hour or more, sometimes resting between her cums, then taking it up again. I think we were both reluctant to end it in case it didn’t start again. Then I was tingling again and the world went mad, the world at that point being my cock and my sister Mary’s cunt, a duet rising to a final crescendo before the final baton dropped and there was only breathless silence and peace in the auditorium.

A gentle hand rubbed my comatose back. “I’m glad you guys aren’t mad at us for fucking. We were just too horny.” There was a nasty little giggle, “I should have known a letch who fucked a twelve year old couldn’t keep his cock out of a hot tamale like Mary.”
“I’m glad we have eight more days. I’m not through with this stud bunny,” Mary’s voice was muffled by her own hair. I lifted off her slowly, letting her husband and my wife watch as my half-mast cock slowly pulled free of Mary’s dripping pussy.
“I’m so happy to hear that. I was afraid that once the tension was gone you might rethink and call it too kinky to do again. But if you do now I’ll just rape you and say you asked for it......And I have witnesses who will hold you for me.”
“Asshole brother!!, Me needing to be held for a stiff prick? Me, the hot bimbo who tricked Al into bed with a friend so I could fuck her husband? Its you who are going to get raped.”
“I made it pretty easy to be tricked,” Al protested, “Did you really fuck a twelve year old?”
“Actually, a twelve year old fucked me.”

And so on. The evening just got mellower. We fucked again soon, Carrie applauding as Mary lowered her pussy onto my cock, then fending off Al so they could watch us bring each other to climax, then in our quiet time we watched then invent new ways to pleasure each other. The following day when I was fucking Mary we were vaguely aware the lights were a bit bright, but later we were treated to a good video of me pounding into Mary doggie, her huge tits threatening to do damage to both themselves and her face as they reacted to my thrusts. We fucked at least once a day for the rest of the long week. In the end, two boys were weak. The rental car hadn’t been driven more than a couple times in nine days, but it was worth it not to have to make the long drive home.

Will we do it again?. Damn right. It would be easy to say no now, but not realistic. We like each other as siblings, so we will see each other, and even now I get hot thinking about her.

Brad and I had been married four months when Daddy won the lottery. It wasn’t a huge win, but it set him and Mom for life, and it put us in our first house. All was rosy. But Daddy had always felt bad that his little girl didn’t have the big honeymoon that he thought she should have. So a couple weeks later Brad and I were on a plane to Dominica for two whole weeks at one of those all-inclusives. It was perfect. White sands for miles, always a bar boy watching to see if you looked thirsty, when we came out of the water there was someone there with a towel. A girl could get spoiled. Down toward the end of the property the beach was open to topless sunning and we heard that a lot of skinny dipping went on after hours. Even after two days and with twelve ahead of us we hated the idea of leaving ever.

On our third day we met another honeymooning couple, these two just having been married a couple days. Our waiter brought them to share our table, which was the common practice. I think the lady was a bit disappointed not to have a table for two, but when she heard we were also honeymooners she got over it. Her and I got on very quickly, and would you believe it, the guys both had Red Sox shirts on. So it was great. We stayed together through the entertainment and after we walked together on the moonlit beach. Our walk took us to the far end, and as we passed a couple came out of the water and passed us going to their towels.

“Were they naked?” Trudy asked, her voiced edgy with shock.
“I think they call it nude here.” I was a bit giggly myself, “Its Okay. This end is topless even in the day. Lots of people come down here.”
Eddie mulled this for a moment. “Do you guys come down?” with a laugh to show he didn’t mind if we did.
By this time we had turned around and were passing where we had seen the couple and found only a clothed couple coming from the resort direction.
“Hi, guys.” the lady greeted us, “Are you going in? We are. Come on, the water is best this time of day.”

I think all our jaws dropped as the couple threw their clothes into the sand and waving at us to follow, they charged into the glassy sea.
There was a long silence as the four of us watched them splash away, then Eddie ventured, “Did anyone happen to notice that she was shaved, you know, down there?”
I had noticed, and I’m sure Brad had too, but I was shaved too.
“I’m not sure if he was,” Trudy ventured, “He was so tanned I couldn’t tell.”
Eddie guffawed, “Well, at least you had a look. I was feeling bad about looking at her.”

We walked and talked back to the resort. We had a cabin right on the beach, they were in the main hotel, so we said goodnight. We promised to look them up at the breakfast buffet, and I think by that time we had already decided as a group to spend a lot of time together, as much as honeymooning would allow. We didn’t want to push it, after all, they were really newlyweds, we were old veterans of four months.

The following morning we renewed our new friendship over wicked coffee that had even Brad adding milk to cut it, and planned our day as much as we wanted it planned. Pretty simple really. Lay in the sun, play in the sun, lay in the shade, rub oil on each other, watch other vacationers, eat, drink, be mellow. It was a perfect day. We found that on the second day we had started to feel like it might be a long two weeks without any diversion, but with our new friends things looked great and a lot more fun. By early after noon we were a couple shades darker.
“I’ve never owned a bikini,” Trudy remarked as Brad rubbed lotion on my tummy, “Eddie wants me to, but Mom didn’t approve of showing more skin that you had to.”
I stared at her. “You’ve never been in a bikini? But you have a great body! Eddie is right. Come on girl, you and I are going shopping. Okay, Eddie?”

Eddie could only gape and nod, a happy smile flooding his face. I towed his demure bride back to the complex and into the beach hut. We found her size rack and held a few against her to see how they looked on her skin tone. Trudy was choosing them for their modesty more than anything else, but I made sure there was a couple really sexy ones. Then we headed for the change rooms. As it happened, it was a big room, so it seemed natural that I go right in with her to help her. She seemed a bit surprised, but a lot of things were strange to her and she accepted that it must be all right.

I let her try on a couple modest pieces, but even she had to admit they could not be called bikinis. I handed her the mate to the one I was wearing, bought only the day before. She looked doubtfully at little bit of skin it hid on me, but turned her back to strip the last one off and give it a try. She did her best to make it cover as much as she could, then shyly turned to face me. She was gorgeous. She was a couple sizes bigger than me, but I’m a hundred pounds, and most girls are. Her D’s strained at the cups, not like my A’s that just barely filled them. Her white tummy was flat and ripped, and I couldn’t believe she had never flaunted it. There was a wisp of hair peeking around the edges and she giggled nervously as I tucked them in for her.
“I don’t know if I can go out like this,” Trudy quavered.

I paused, then nodded in understanding. I went out into the shop and quickly found a wrap that matched the colour and took it back to her. Even then I had to practically drag her to the till where the card Eddie had passed me was swiped. Then I towed her in triumph back to the guys. They both watched us as we approached, me strutting my stuff, and Trudy draped in her wrap. The boys watched her expectantly. After a moment, realizing her moment was at hand, Trudy let her hands release the cloth and I unveiled her.

The intake of breath was from Brad. The “Wow ‘ was from Eddie. Both just stood and stared at her until I broke the spell. “Come on, you guys, I hate being ignored. Lets get it wet..” We splashed around for what seemed like hours, bobbing in the large surf that was running, so I would have to jump off the bottom to keep my head out, sometimes being surprised and catching a breaker and being tumbled instead. When we finally came out our new goddess was a whole lot more relaxed. When Brad rubbed new oil on me, she even lay still and let him oil her pink tummy.

A bit later a rather nice looking lady went by us with just a towel draped over her shoulders and the tiniest bikini bottom. We watched as she entered the topless area and spread to towel to lay on. At fifty yards we could all clearly see her nipples pointing at the sky. There was a pregnant silence as everyone pretended not to be impressed.
Finally, Eddie asked casually, “What think, Trudy? Want to go back to a one piece like that?”

There was another silence. “Trudy has nicer tits, don’t you Trudy?” This was from me, and I still don’t know why I said it. But I had, and I couldn’t take it back. Eddie exchanged a mischievous glance with Brad and they picked up their towels. I quickly picked up mine too and we turned to walk down the beach. “Come on, Trudy, we don’t have to go topless, lets just go check it out.”
We walked by the lone topless sunbather, the guys straining their peripheral vision. I had to admit she was nice to look at, a bit older than us, but fit and oh so worldly. Worldly is a very nice word to a small town girl, and I envied the lady her freedom. I spread my towel as casually as I could, reached around to the snap, and making a point to face the others, I opened my girls to their startled gazes. I smiled my most worldly smile and laid back on my towel, the sun already warming my lily whites. Just for a moment I thought I might have gone to far, as the others seemed uncertain who should put a towel down next to me. Then Brad broke the awkward silence.

“Bodies like these should be hidden as little as possible. Good for you, sweetheart. I was afraid to even dare you to do that.” I could have kissed him right there and then. Trudy put her towel next to me so us girls would be flanked by our husbands, whether for safety or propriety, I couldn’t say. Then she lay on her tummy and Eddie unsnapped her. She wasn’t topless like me, but it was a good start for a girl who had started the day in a one piece. Eddie rubbed lotion on the expanse of lower back that was clearly white on Trudy and I could feel Brad watching through half-closed eyes as he swabbed the bulging sides of Trudy’s breasts.

“I did Trudy’s tummy, Eddie, how about doing Carrie’s boobs?”
“Brad Brown!! Even you aren’t going to do them out here.” But I did have a problem, in that they needed doing. Even now they were prickly, having never seen the sun, so I archly sat up and massaged oil in myself, wondering if I was making a ninny of myself. I was trying not blush, not easy when you’re half Korean like me, and I was very aware how my little dark nipples were standing up. But I had to play out what I had started, and when I laid back down my tits still pointed proudly to the sun. Trudy watched all this with extreme interest and after a moment seemed to come to a decision. She lifted her bum and in one athletic motion pointed her lovely’s to the sky.

“Wow, Trudy!!!” This came from me, not the guys. She was magnificent. Her huge breasts were as hard and round grapefruit, only bigger Her nipples were as pink as mine were black, and just as pointy. Then I noticed how mortified she look at having three sets of eyes devouring her semi-nudity, and I flopped back down off my elbows. “Sorry , girl. That was very uncool of me. You just caught me by surprise.”

Trudy giggled in her own boldness, “You were surprised I turned over.”
I laughed, “ NO, kid, I was counting on you doing that or I was going to look like a real hussy.”
Brad cut in, “But it was only Eddie who knew how magnificent you are.”
“Nice try, buddy, “ Eddie laughed, “ but you still don’t get to rub oil on them.”
“Damn,” said Brad, as Eddie slopped his hands and began rubbing his wife’s breasts. But he watched the procedure with fascination, and now Trudy seemed Okay with his admiring gaze. Even Eddie seemed to making a show of it for him, and the thought flicked across my mind that Eddie was turning out to be quite playful, and my Brad seemed to have a side I hadn’t seen before. Then it occurred to me that I was having thoughts I wouldn’t normally have. I never did plot anything, but it did seem to me the week might hold another surprise or two.

Both us girls payed the price for our boldness. Thanks to the attentions of our spouses, our tits were spared the burn, But Eddie missed a couple places on Trudy’s back, and in my hurry I had missed a patch behind each tit, so both of us had to retreat out of the sun early. We took them to our cabin, us girls just wrapped in towels and Trudy’s wrap, as both bather tops hit tender areas. We were going to have a cool shower to take the goop off so we could put on some damage control stuff that was supposed to take the tingle out of burn. I guess I was a bit groggy with the sun, because without thinking I shucked off the towel and with almost the same motion got rid of my bottom, because there was a strip of burn right at the waistband.

It wasn’t until I had the water running that I realized Eddie had watched me enter the bathroom with his mouth open, and I remembered that I had tucked in some pubic hair for Trudy, and Eddie probably wasn’t used to seeing a shaved pussy. I wasn’t even trying to be ‘worldly’, I just wanted comfort. When I was finished, it took most of my inner strength to walk back into the main room with only a towel hiding me. Trudy had dropped her bottoms under her wrap and took my place in the shower. As she passed, she whispered, “Wow, You’re brave. I wish I could be like you.” And I felt a lot better. But I did turn my back on Eddie to pull on a pair of panties. They were thongs, though.

I had slid into a muumuu by the time Trudy finished in the shower, and she emerged wrapped in her sarong and grateful to see me covered. They left for their room to get ready for dinner. The sun was dropping quickly, and there was always a fancy drink for anyone at the bar for when they light the torches at sundown. Trudy and Eddie were just minutes late, and it wasn’t hard to read their faces to see what had kept them. It was only the second day of their honeymoon, after all, and I would think it had been a stimulating afternoon. As we ate, I saw that Trudy was only picking at her food, like there was something else on her mind.

Suddenly she blurted out, “Eddie and I are going skinny dipping after dinner, coming?” Her eyes cast down as it sunk in what she had just said and how she had said it, but I was quick to rescue her, just as she had bailed me out in the afternoon.
“Yes, I think we should, it will be fun.” I could see Brad’s eager nods, and added wickedly, “It’s not a full moon yet, but that makes it earlier, so the boys should have a good show.”
“Well, we’ll just see to it that you girls have a good show, too”,, Eddie was at least as eager as Brad.

By the time the dessert trays were out it was quite dark, and by unspoken agreement we passed and headed as we were to the beach. We were the only ones there, but we went to the far end anyway and under the first light of the nearly full moon we stripped off and dashed for the water. It was wonderful feeling the rush of coolness on every single nook on my body. I had never done that before, and I guess I wasn’t the only one. We stayed in for over an hour. When we came out we were still alone on the beach, although we could hear splashing and laughing. Then as the chill hit us we remembered we had not picked up towels. Us girls had our muumuu’s , and the guys had no trouble pulling up baggy shorts, but underwear was tougher.
“It doesn’t matter, I want to go back to your cabin, Is that Okay?” Trudy sounded a little edgy, and Eddie gave her a surprised glance. But we thought it was great idea. We had no plans for later, especially after having been surprised by the skinny dip idea. So we wore what we could and carried the rest and trooped back to our digs.

I guess I could never claim to have been a nice little girl. I began fucking when I was boy. That was when I was allowed to go on my first date, and it only took my boyfriend a couple weeks to get into me. To be honest, I wanted it before that. I knew all about it, as what kid in the last twenty years doesn’t, and even on the first date I thought that getting screwed was the point of it all. And I had a great time for two years. I had a great sex life, all with the same guy, and the world was good to us. Then I got pregnant, and reality set in. We were married quickly, that being the norm in my community. We were only 16 and 18, but with family support, our tight-lipped mothers reckoned we could make a good home for the grandchild.

And that would have been that, except a month after the wedding, before I was even showing, I miscarried, and now we were an under aged married couple without a lot of family support, the black sheep of two families. But we loved each other, and after a bit we moved out to the coast, far from our past. Ernie got work, showed promise, and was soon doing quite well. I worked too, and we were happy and contented. We were still young, and the world was before us, and we felt we could take on all comers together.

We didn’t socialize much at that time. We still had to rent in a doubtful neighbourhood, and our neighbours weren’t even people you care to acknowledge on the street. It was a big day when we were able to buy a decrepit old bungalow in a campy part of town and leave that behind. The neighbours here were friendly, but we still kept to ourselves mostly. We were still only 18 and 20 and most of them were at least ten years older than that. But our story begins with one of our neighbours and a party.

Ernie had got friendly with a John from two doors down, and his wife Janine seemed nice, so we began seeing them for bbq’s and the odd backyard beer. Janine suggested one day that we might enjoy meeting some friends of theirs who were having a party. The friends had been told about us, and Janine had been told to extend the invitation. The address was in a much better part of town, so we thought it might be a good idea, and might even be fun. We were a long way out of the party scene, in fact had never experienced it. We went from shagging teenagers to penniless young newlyweds and missed all that . So we went without a clue to what a party might entail.

I was warned by Janine that I would face advances, but not to take them seriously. They were more of a compliment than anything else. Maybe an odd feel, a stolen kiss even. Ernie and I agreed we could live with that. Sounded just like parties we saw in the movies. Just harmless fun and games. We went ready to enter into the spirit of the evening.

We loved the crowd right off. Laid back, unpretentious, but classy in a way that didn’t think about class. I never had the feeling we were not accepted at face value. I was having a wonderful time, dancing, having drinks brought to me. We were a lot younger than most, so I had a lot of attention poured my way, and I loved it. So when at the end of a dance my partner pulled me close and kissed me, I was pleased and proud of myself, and kissed him right back. It was such a nice kiss. He was thirty five or so, and quite good looking, and I didn’t mind that he ground my tits into his chest a bit. I was starting to love partying.

Nothing more happened for quite a while. I saw Ernie often, and he was having as much fun as I was. He had won the attention of the hostess who loved the way he jived the old sixties way and was monopolizing him. He was Okay with that. She was still a gorgeous woman at forty and was as lively as we were. So I didn’t worry about him when I was led out to the deck by my last partner, the same guy who had first kissed me. He kissed me again, this time even more thoroughly, and I loved it. It was too much fun to be wrong, and what danger could there be? We were soon not so much kissing as necking, but his tongue was nice, and he made no move to touch me except on my bum, which I thought must be all right.

Then we were joined by another couple, and it turned out to be John, my neighbour, with a lady I had seen dancing with Ernie earlier. They too were smooching, so that really made the scene all right.
“Hi, Joanie, I see you’ve met Steve,” John’s voice cut in just as we broke another kiss. I smiled at him, my head on Steve’s chest, so proud to have my party credentials recognized. “Steve, that’s my neighbour that just kissed you.”

“And what a kisser she is. I swear she’s giving me ideas. You must have kissed her. Isn’t she something?” Steve held me at arms length and I glowed in his enthusiasm.
“Can a neighbour find out what Steve is talking about?” asked John. Steve nodded when I looked at him and John pulled me close while Steve did the same with the other lady. John if anything was even a nicer kisser, and I felt a bit wicked as I felt my tongue drawn into his mouth as if it had a mind of its own. I could feel that John had a bit of a boner against my tummy, and I thought that must be a pretty hot lady he was with. Then we were kissing again and now it was John I was necking with instead of Steve, but he was having fun too, so it was no problem
Then a mosquito landed on me just in the middle of a really deep kiss, and I just had to slap it..
“Cooling off, “ I heard Steve say, “Bring the sweety in, John, before she gets eaten. Lets go down to the party room.”

I had no idea of what he meant by the party room, but it had to be Okay if him and Joyce were coming with us. I even revelled in all the new things I was learning about having fun. On the way Ernie caught me and asked if I was okay and I told him we were going down to the party room. I wondered why John looked away, like he knew nothing of it. Anyway, Ernie was relieved to see me having a good time, because he was having one too, and now he didn’t have to worry about me. I became aware that I had two arms around me as I went down, and wondered where Joyce had gone, but I knew I was in good hands, and I was ready for more of the same.

John sat me on a huge sectional in a very dark room, and Steve sat on the other side. We were almost laying down, and when John pulled me close, he grabbed my bum and really ground his boner into me. It was very sexy and fun. Then Steve turned me to do the same thing, and I thought what a neat way to make a lady feel welcome. John was Okay with this, because he was still rubbing my back while Steve and I kissed, and then he was kissing my neck and ear, and I was blown away!!. Steve had a boner now too, and I was proud and excited that I could turn on two guys like that. I kissed one then the other, each kiss becoming more frantic.

Once as I was turning to kiss the other, thinking how I could make this the best one yet, Steve held my leg back, and draped it over his, and John draped my other leg over his. Then John kissed me, and Steve pulled off my spaghetti strap and kissed my tit. I gasped into John’s mouth, and he chuckled into mine, and then I was liking the new game. Even as I was kissing him, John freed the other tit and began caressing it. I was not as streamlined then as I am now, but I was young and solid, and I liked that these men with their pretty wives should like my tits. I was very hot. I even thought momentarily that if anyone proposed a fuck I would go for it, but then I thought, No, this is just a party.

So the exchange kept up, one kissing and the other sucking a nipple. By now I was wanting more, and I wasn’t surprised to feel a hand on my crotch. I was sorry that I had put on panty hose, because I wanted these guys to feel my smooth skin. It was my neighbour John who left my side to go to my feet and free me of the panty hose, and I giggled to think that he had taken the panties with them. I wondered if he knew of his mistake. But then quickly both legs were on his shoulders, and my pussy was in his mouth. My mouth was glued to Steve’s and I screamed an orgasm into him. Ernie and I did oral sex, and loved it, and I wondered if I might be stepping over the line here, but I was beyond actually stopping anything. If anything, I wondered if I had shown my naivete by letting myself have an orgasm just playing around at a party. Steve stood up, and I thought he might be leaving john and I alone, but a minute later John stopped eating me and Steve was between my legs, and I thought maybe he was going to eat me too, then I felt my legs being spread around his hips and as I held my breath, he found my opening, and drove his cock into me, and we were fucking.

The next orgasm came as soon as the realization hit that I wasn’t playing at a party but fucking at a party. As I heaved and panted and moaned and writhed, John returned to nibble my nipples and several other delicious places. I could hear another woman making sex noises, and I knew what the party room meant. I hoped that Ernie wouldn’t catch me, then knew he wouldn’t unless he was on a similar mission..Then I hoped he was, and would find me. I was so high, I was starting to cum again, and I was working very hard to make it good for Steve, and hoped John didn’t mind being left out and hoped he would find a nice lady to fuck too. Then Steve was having a huge orgasm. I could feel him building up for a minute, then every bit of his body convulsed, and he was pounding into me madly, then at the top he could only tremble and press into me while I rocked madly to help him along. Then he was laughing in my ear as he gave the final few strokes and he returned to sanity.

I was close to cumming again, and I didn’t want him to stop, and I tried to keep him humping, but he suddenly pulled out, and left me empty and not wanting to be. The quickly I wasn’t . I felt the exchange to bodies, knew I had more fucking coming, and was glad that it was John. I almost clawed at his cock to bring it to my cunt, and it quickly filled the void. It was very squishy, and John’s cock was even hotter than Steve’s , the orgasm that I had ben stranded with I could feel returning. John’s balls were shaved, and with Steve’s cum running down my bum, he was making loud clapping sounds with every stroke, and we both laughed at that, but he didn’t stop. I was building slowly and I tried not to hurry it. I just grooved on the feel of my neighbours cock fucking me, and wanted him to keep fucking me for a long time. Then I couldn’t control myself, and I was frantically fucking and bucking and laughing and screaming and so happy to feel his cum spurting into me and hoping that he was as high as me. Sometime later I felt him slip out and I just lay where I was sprawled, a happy little smile on my face.

I felt someone over me, and felt a cock slide in, but I was over the hill, and, while it felt nice, I knew there was not another cum in me. Still, I was willing to take another load of cum, as long as whoever it was appreciated the merchandise.

“I don’t think the girl has any more fuck left in her,” I heard Steve say softly.
“Good,” said Ernie, “I don’t think I have either. This is a fun party room.”
“Steve,” I heard John say, “This is Joanie’s husband Ernie. No need to shake hands right now.” added quickly as Ernie shifted his weight to free his hand.
I smiled dreamily up at my man, his cock still in me, but still.
“Wow, Joanie, I knew you were a hot babe, but nobody is this hot.”

I’m glad John and Janine had driven us over, because neither of us was fit to drive home. It was only midnight, but it had been a power packed couple hours. It was Saturday the next day and we thought how neat it was we had two recovery days. We still felt we needed it. We talked of what would happen if I got pregnant. I was off the pill, because we had been talking of trying for another baby. It hadn’t happened, but Ernie promised that if I did he wouldn’t even try to find whose sperm it was, it would be his kid. I just loved him so much for that. Neither of us had ever fucked anyone else, or ever thought we might. Now, I had fucked two, including a friend and neighbour. Ernie had fucked only the hostess, but she was insatiable for this stud half her age, and he had been blown away by what a great fuck she still was. We have a good laugh at that memory, now we’re forty, and we’re just starting to get good , really good, in bed.

Later in the day, we were feeling quite spritely. A bit of coffee, feet up rest, but mainly just the memory of the night gave us randy thoughts, and it was me who invited Ernie to finish what he couldn’t finish the night before. Wouldn’t you know it, just as we got up to head for the bedroom, the bell rang, and John and Janine were enquiring how we had enjoyed the party.
“I really enjoyed John,” I coyly told Janine, “ I hope he told you about us.”
“He didn’t have to, I was in the vicinity. I guess you were too tied up to notice a flash or two?” Janine passed me a couple print outs, on photo paper, no less.

I gasped at the frankness on the paper. The best one showed me and John, one leg over the back of the couch, and other off the front, spread wide open, John’s cock at the top of the backstroke and ready to be rammed home again. I felt myself getting warm, centred in my crotch. I was feeling positively perky now. I smiled at Janine over the top of the photo.
“Its not really cool to take pictures like that, and it isn’t why I had the camera in my pocket, but you were just such a perfect couple in the middle of a perfect fuck.” Janine was apologetic.
“Our house is small, but we do have a kingsize. I was just going to fuck Ernie. Would you like to fuck him instead? He’s such a sweetheart and he deserves a hot lady like you.”

Janine raised her eyebrows at her husband, “We’ve never done this except at parties. Is it Okay?”
John had opened my robe by this time, and was ogling my naked body, “I can’t see a thing wrong with it.
We watched as Janine approached Ernie shyly, then quickly peeled her sweater over her head, poking her very nice little tis at him. “And I have a camera, too. Okay?”
Janine couldn’t answer right then, but John thought it would be Okay.