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(Someone asked me to publish this anonymously for them.  She hopes to win but didn’t want to be recognized.)

It was a good thing he was reading his newspaper.  He didn’t notice me looking at his junk.  It looked exceptionally huge in his tight jeans.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it.  He was a black man and had a decent upper body.  I could see the muscles of his arms as he held the paper in his short sleeve shirt.  But in truth my eyes kept moving down to his jeans and that meaty sausage with the curve in it.  I wondered what it would look like erect.  I wondered whether he was circumcised.  I’d heard that a lot of black men weren’t.

Suddenly he folded his paper and left it on the bench.  He rose and began to walk in my direction.  I looked down at my blanket in the grass trying to avoid staring at him.  His legs moved toward me and he took a position standing right in front of me.  I looked up – slowly.  He was standing very close and I could still see his bulge even as I looked into his face. 

Smiling at me, he said, “Do you like what you see?”

“What do you mean?”  I pretended ignorance but my heart began racing.  I felt like a child caught stealing a candy bar.

“Do you want to touch it?”  I think his hips thrust forward a bit or maybe it was my imagination.

“I don’t know what you are talking about?  Do I know you?”

“No you don’t know me but I saw the way you were looking and I know you want to touch it.  Don’t lie to me.”

“You expect me to touch it here, in the park, right now.  I’m not that sort of girl.”

“Everyone is that sort of girl.  There is no one around at the moment.  And my car is right over there if you prefer.  Go ahead.  Give into your fantasy.   It’ll be fun.”  He had a warm smile and a soft voice.  He grabbed himself with his hand and moved it slightly taking the curve out of it.  I looked around and there was no one nearby.  I reached up and touched it.   It was large and soft.  I felt strange touching him and didn’t do it for long.  I could feel a tremble run from my hand to the rest of my body.

“Come over to my car and I’ll let you see it.  Wouldn’t you like to see it?”  I decided to go with it.  What the hell.  Leaving my blanket behind, we were in his car in a flash.  He pushed his seat back and undid his belt, snap and zipper.  Pulling his pants and shorts down to his knees, I got my first look at his endowment.  It looked even larger unsheathed from its covering.  Long, thick and very black it was uncircumcised and still flaccid.  It was awesome, if size is important to you.

“Touch it,” he said.  “See if you can make it grow.”  I put my hand under it and felt its weight.  I realized I could put both hands under it side by side – it was that long.  I pulled his foreskin down and I could see it begin to respond to my touch.  I looked at his face and he had a satisfied grin covering it.  His black eyes were smiling too, surrounded by tiny wrinkles.  I watched him grow erect as I pushed and pulled on his foreskin.  I was amazed at how much skin covered him and how moveable it was.  If I pulled hard all the way down I could see his round pinker head poke out from its covering.  I began to use two hands pulling on him.

“Slap it,” he said.  I wasn’t sure what he meant but I held it from the bottom with one hand and slapped the sensitive area near the top with the other.

“Yes, I like that.  You got skills woman.”  He groaned as I repeated the slap a few times.

“Don’t you want to taste it?”  Yes I did.  My juices were flowing touching and playing with his massive cock.  I wanted to get closer.  I leaned forward and licked it like a lollipop.  It tasted fine – fleshy, meaty, alive.  It responded to my licking.  I pulled his foreskin down as far as I could and wrapped my lips around it.  I’ve felt cocks in my mouth before but this was so much bigger and filled my mouth with just the top.  I sucked up and down on the top while he moaned. 

His hand moved to the back of my neck.  Moving up his fingers slid along my scalp under my flowing hair.  My skin was tingling all over.  His other hand lifted the hair off of my face gently and then both hands made a pony tail out of my hair pulling it tightly from my scalp.  His hips began moving, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth.  I had him, I thought.

His hands began gripping me hard pushing my head down and his hips thrust higher, his cock moving into the depths of my throat choking me.  I gagged and shook my head from side to side trying to get him out.  I gagged again.  His grip became even tighter.  He was on fire, driving for his orgasm, lost in his own special feelings.

“Yes that’s it girl.  Suck my cock.  Suck my big black cock, white girl.  Take that.”

I felt his first giant spurt fill my throat.  Too deep to do anything but swallow it.  There didn’t seem to be much taste to it at first but as spurt after spurt filled my mouth and ran down my throat, I became aware of a distinct taste.  Sweet and salty. 

Even after he came, his cock completely filled my mouth and I was glad to have him remove it.  Strangely though, as I write this, I remember I enjoyed his thrusts and I enjoyed the gagging.  I liked the fact that he held me tight and took complete control, even though it was a little rough.  No – not ‘even though.’   I loved that it was rough.  I never came, I never saw him again, I never even got his name, but it was one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life.

 

This is my way of confessing.  They say writing it down and expressing your thoughts will help to eliminate the guilt I feel.  I have been a professional masseuse for twelve years and have never erred so badly.  But this one time I violated the most important ethical principal of the profession.  It’s not just that I feel guilty but I’m afraid this can only end badly.

She made the appointment by phone – a referral of her mother, a long time customer.  She was familiar with my services and asked for a one hour soothing massage.  The day of her massage a terrible storm came up and all my customers cancelled except for her.  She lived close by and had a 4-wheel drive jeep.  I was immediately struck by her beauty and I could see she had a body to match even under her neatly tailored winter clothes. 

I brought her into my massage room which was a converted bedroom.  It was large well lit but with hedges outside to maintain privacy.  I had already turned on the space heater for extra warmth and placed a flannel electric blanket over the massage table.  I even had a small heater for my massage oils which gave the room a pleasant scent.  It was a welcome oasis in a white winter land.

“Take off your clothes and get under the blanket.  We’ll start on your back so lay face down.  You may keep your panties on if you wish.”   I gave her a few minutes before I knocked and entered.  I couldn’t help but notice the tiniest black thong lying on the top of her clothes.  I congratulated her on making an appointment when everyone else had cancelled.  She asked if there would be a bonus and I told her that we certainly wouldn’t be rushed.

I turned off the electric blanket and folded it down exposing her back.  Her back had a graceful curve that led to a narrow waist.  I began the massage from the top of the table and rubbed her shoulders, neck and upper back.  She immediately expressed her enjoyment by whispering soft comforting sounds as my hands ran up and down her back.  Moving to the side of the table I worked the lower back along with her upper back.  Her skin was soft and supple.  I couldn’t help but notice the sides of her breasts pressed against the table.  I could see their firmness. 

I was getting excited.  Something I rarely did.  But I felt my pants tightening.  I massaged a lot of women but seldom were they as young and as beautiful as this woman.  I have to admit her quiet vocal responses to my massage also helped.  When I rubbed her sides she moaned a little louder seemingly encouraging me to massage the sides of her breasts.  But I resisted the temptation.  Moving to the end of the table I uncovered one leg and massaged it with two hands.  My movements were slow and deliberate.   The higher I moved on her leg the loader she moaned, clearly enjoying it.  Her moans seemed to be encouraging me to go even higher.

I did the other leg and the pattern was repeated.  So I decided to take a risk and massage her perfect bum.  I did this with a number of regular customers but seldom with someone I didn’t know.  I did one cheek and then the other kneading and squeezing her large gluteus muscles.  She responded positively and so I moved one hand to the bottom of her rump while the other spread across her crack encompassing both cheeks.  I moved gently from side to side.   She had a great bum and I loved massaging it so I spent more time than normal on it.  Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder.

“Ok, time to turn over.”  I held the blanket up to make it easier for her to turn over.  I massaged her face and shoulders and arms.  As I pulled each arm stretching it, I managed to drop her hand in my lap where she could feel that I was excited.  It was subtle and quick but she gave a loud exhale and arched her back a bit.  When I finished with her arms I moved back to the head of the table and began to massage her chest.  Moving my hands around the edges of each breast I pulled and rubbed the muscles and tissues that made up the bulk of each full firm bulb.  She had magnificent breasts.  Even lying on her back they stood proud.  She had quarter sized areolas punctuated with two tiny rosy hard nipples.

“That feels good,” she said.  “You have great hands.  Don’t be shy.”  I wondered what she meant but only for a second.  My hands moved over the tops of her breasts and my palms ran gently across her nipples.

“Yes,” she moaned.  She began to move her hips and I decided to spend a little extra time here since she was enjoying it so much.  She reached for me with her arms and I had to break off and stop her from touching me.  She understood and put her hands under her head, smiling broadly.  I returned to her breasts and continued to massage them spending more time rimming her nipples and even pinching them.  Something I had never done to any client before.  She smiled and moaned and wiggled her hips.

Our hour was up.  I had massaged virtually every part of her body and I knew continuing would be dangerous but I knew she wasn’t ready to quit either.

“Are you in a hurry?  I have time if you want to continue.”

“Yes, please.  I am in no hurry.”  I replaced the blanket over her chest and moved down to the foot of the table.  I put a round cushion under her knees.  This had the effect of spreading her legs.   I uncovered one leg and began to massage it bringing my hands right up beside her most sensitive area to the very top of her leg.  I did this a few times focusing on the upper portion of her legs and using a very gentle touch.  One hand would graze the area where her leg met her torso, touching the sensitive skin on the outside of her lips.  When I finished with one leg I massaged the other in the same way grazing her folds every time I moved.  She was whimpering and telling me what great hands I had and saying ‘yes’ as I came so very close to massaging her pussy.  Her hips wiggled and she stretched her back from time to time trying to release tension.  I swear I could smell her sweet juices as she continued to moan and wriggle.

I moved to the side and began to massage the soft tissue of her stomach and abdomen.  The blanket now covered her legs and exposed her chest down to her waist.  I moved downward and used my fingers to massage the space between her open legs under the edge of the blanket.  Starting in the crevice where her leg meets I moved closer to the center and pressing all of my fingers over the outside of her lips I massaged then in a circle slightly pulling them apart.  Her pussy became exposed to me for the first time as the blanket slid lower and I was amazed at how completely hairless it was.  It was so smooth it made it easier to massage the skin surrounding her sensitive area.  In addition to pulling her lips apart a bit I was squeezing her clit between them as I pressed them together.

“How does that feel,” I asked testing to see if see would allow me to continue to violate her sensitive areas.

“Hmmmm, wonderful.”  That was all the encouragement I needed.  This beautiful young woman’s body under my hands raised my excitement to great heights.  I slid one hand across her entire mound from one side to the other, then went from opposite side with my other.  I repeated these strokes rapidly tapping her mound and gently brushing her clit as I went.  When she stretched and smiled I could feel the tension building in her.  It wasn’t long before my hands began moving in a more vertical motion swiping up and down the middle of her lips which were noticeably swollen at this point. 

I could tell from the reactions of her body and her breathing that she wanted me to continue and go farther but I needed to have her verbalize it.  To admit it out loud somehow thinking in my confused state that that would be enough to keep me out of trouble. 

“Do you want me to go deeper?” I asked as my palms spread over her lips and went between her legs.  She muttered something that didn’t quite make it out of her mouth caught up in her throat.  “What?” I said.

“Yes, please continue, go deeper.  Yes.”  I dipped one finger into her slit and ran it slowly up from near the bottom of her slit until it rested just under her little nub.  Her lips were swollen and her clit was not very large.  I could feel its stiff hardness inside her lips.  With small movements of my finger tips I pushed against it.  She groaned and twisted her head.  He legs spread open a little.  I wiggled my fingertip keeping it in contact with her trigger but increasing and decreasing the pressure of it on her.  Increasing my pace as I went along.  She began shouting encouraging words in no particular order.

“Yes! That’s it! Oh gawd! Faster! Right there.”  I was bringing her close to an orgasm but not sure if I could finish her with my fingertip only.  I managed to move around to the bottom of the table without breaking my rhythm too much and from below I moved my other hand into the crevice between her legs.  I entered her with two fingers and did so easily.  I pulled her opening a little wider and got a third finger inside of her.  I stopped pressing against her clit with my other hands and instead used it to open her lips at the top by spreading two fingers from inside the deepest folds of her lips. 

I then leaned forward between her legs, put my head down and kissed her pussy.  I kissed her inside her lips and licked up to her clit.  I began moving the three fingers inside of her in and out making sure to press against the area of her g-spot.  I kissed her clit and then licked it softly.  I surrounded it with my lips and began to suck on it feeling her immediate response.   She arched and screamed and I felt her legs squeeze my head.  I took my hand that had spread her lips apart and ran it up to her breast which I squeezed like it was a ripe grapefruit.  She gushed everywhere.  I felt her pussy contract around my hand, her legs contract around my face, her mouth was gushing unintelligible words.  I held my ground and continued to suck and slide until she began to laugh and push my head away, yelling ‘stop, enough, please.’

I backed off caressing her body as my hand ran down it from her breast.  I slowly withdrew my fingers from her soaking tunnel.  I stood and had a broad unashamed smile on my face as I looked down over my conquest.  This beautiful young woman would never be mine in the real world but here in my massage parlor I used my skills to seduce her.  And she was so completely mine at that moment. 

It was when I finally retreated from the room that I realized how much trouble I created.  Her mother would be seeing me in two days.  When she came out she asked for another appointment and since that time one of her friends has called for an appointment.  I’m worried about what I have started and how this will affect my business.  I should have known better.

She warmed her hands with hot oil and rubbing.  Just enough to allow her hands to run smoothly and slowly down my back.  Her fingertips reached under the blanket and swept across the small of my back.  It was the slowness of the strokes that made me feel every inch of naked flesh.  She used slow strokes, pressure and small movements of her fingertips.  Warm hands.  A heated blanket covered the areas she wasn’t working on.  The blanket was also for heat and offered no modesty from her hands or her eyes when she wanted.   Although she had made it clear that one part of my anatomy was definitely off limits to touching.

Before she finished with my back and legs she placed her hands on my gluts.  The finger tips of one hand pressed into the round orb finding deep hidden muscles.   Her fingertips moving slightly from top to bottom.  Glacially.  The other hand rested at the very bottom of my ass holding it steady – a warm nurturing hand, mostly still.  I could feel my cock hardening, pressed between my stomach and the sheet covered table.  When she finished with my gluts she rocked my body side to side by pushing from each side at my hips and my cock reached its full attention.

She turned up the space heater before I turned over, replacing the blanket with a thin sheet.  The sheet did little to hide my tented hardon.  But she had seen this before and treated it as a normal part of the massage.   She did the usual rubbing of my chest and arms and head from the front.  My erection softened but when she moved to my leg, running her hands together right up to the top, grazing my balls just slightly, I felt a surge of renewed power.  I could feel its head move across the thin sheet and this added a little extra stimulation.  I stretched, ending with a slight thrust of my hips and she encouraged my stretching.

“That’s right Rush, let it out.  Stretch that tension out of there.”  I rubbed my cock against the tented sheet thrusting my hips a second time.  “That’s it.  Doesn’t that feel good?”

It did.  It felt great.  She massaged my feet and opened the distance between my legs to do the other leg.  It seemed to me she reached even higher and my stiff cock was leaning slightly toward this leg.  Her hands must be right under my cock but not touching it.  I was very slowly rolling my hips feeling the draw of the sheet inch its way against the tip of my very hard cock.   I thought perhaps I was crossing the line until I heard her encourage me again.

“Yes, work that tailbone.  A lot of tension gets wrapped up in our spine.  Work it.”  She reached her hands under my thighs and she took a cheek in each palm.  Working with me she squeezed my cheeks lifting me slightly with each roll.  I looked down and could see her face above my thighs quite close to my bulging obvious member.  I was steadily thrusting my hips.

“That’s it.  Get rid of that tension.”  She appeared to have her eyes closed but it was hard for me to tell for sure.  Just seeing her that close made me more excited.  I continued to work my hips feeling her arms and hands under me and the sheet rubbing on my sensitive head.  Occasionally I gave into a feeling of a complete body stretch that came all the way down my spine extended through my arms and legs and ended in my hardening cock.

She slowly slid her hands from under my cheeks, down the back of my legs and pushed my thighs apart.  She found a comfortable spot in the middle of each inner thigh and pressed gently confining my ability to rock but I still managed keep a minimal thrusting going.  But I slowed.  There was a feeling that she was in control of what and how much I did.  Feeling this control by her simply feed my desire.   She moved both hands in synchronized movement toward my balls.   Her finger tips where on the top of my legs and her thumbs were under while her palms moved along my inner thighs.  She moved so very slowly pressing blood into the area, inching – no, micro-inching – her way toward my balls.  The anticipation was so great I had to give another full body stretch arching my hips as I did.

“That’s good!” she encouraged again in a soft soothing voice.  I peeked again to see her face looming over my middle.  I wondered if I could raise my cock to her mouth with another deep stretch.  The thought drove my cock to twitch.  Not just once but twice.

“I can feel your energy Rush.  It’s good to be in touch with what your body wants.“  Her hands had finally found their way into the crevices where my legs met.   Her thumbs rested on the bottom of each cheek and the side of each finger lay in the crevice gently touching my tightened sack.  She began to rub her thumbs in the crevice, moving very slowly. 

“There are some very important muscles and tendons in here that need attention.”  I gazed at her and she was smiling still perilously close to my middle.  The sheet was bunched up around her elbows and then tented over my straining cock.  Her thumbs were moving slowly and I felt my private parts were surrounded in her hands.  She had a particular way of making very small but significant movements.  Like now with the palms of her hands lifting and settling.  Not exactly moving but making me aware of where they were. 

“Now what I want you to do is to close your legs crossing one foot over the other. “  I obediently began the movement realizing I was pressing her hands into me, hugging them as it were.  They were still now but surrounding me in a tighter vise.  I felt my cock twitch against the sheet and my hips were again free to thrust.  Each thrust was now part of a whole body stretch starting at my neck, arching my back, twisting my tail.  As I thrust I could feel her hands shifting slightly.  Oh, just so slightly.

“Very good, Rush.  Work your spine.  Stretch it out.  Enjoy the release.”  My breathing was deep and passionate.  My hips were thrusting against the sheet tempting my cock to spring to ejaculation.  She pressed her hands down keeping me at a steady but slow rhythm.  The tension grew.  I felt like a windup toy getting tighter and tighter.  The sheet played with my tip.  I could see her looking at my tented cock and with a deep gasp, my cock jumped and a wet spot appeared on the sheet.  I had a moment of embarrassment.

“That’s it Rush, release the tension.  Let it go.”  And I did.  Over and over while her hands remained enclosing me but not touching me.  She patiently waited while I finished with another whole body stretch squeezing my legs and her hands gratefully.  Before letting me go she took a deep long breathe.  She left me a towel to clean up.

“Take your time Rush, I’ll get you some water.”  She left while I dressed.

(c) Rushmore Judd

This is the second part of a story.  To read the first part click HERE.

Chapter 2, A Group Grope

     Truth be told (although it never would be) I was enjoying my time with Yan.  He was good to me.  He fed me well.  He brought me a new dress which was very thoughtful.  And the sex with him was great.  Constant and great.  He was always interested in a quickie in the morning.  When he returned with our morning meal, he liked me to give some oral attention to his cock.  And then in the afternoon or early evening he would spend an hour or more pounding me in different positions. 

     I had never tried all these different positions but each one felt good.  I liked it rough and hard.  I liked him.  He was clean and kind to me.  And he was gentle until it came to giving me pleasure.  It was as though he knew how I liked it even though we spoke different languages.

     We had been together for a week.  I never left the hut although I did peek out the door often.  Then one morning he motioned for me to go out with him.  I was just wearing my dress.  It was hot and it wasn’t my time of the month and so I passed on putting on my chemise undergarment.  We walked all around the camp.  It was almost as if Yan was showing me off.  In the sunlight my dress was partially transparent.  He seemed proud of me and I got a lot of admiring looks from the men as we passed.

     We stopped next to a group of men who had another woman from the village that I knew.  Her name was Katherine but she went by Kate and she seemed to have settled in with this group of men.  I said hi to her but the man whose lap she was sitting on put his hand on her cheek turning her face to him and saying something in his Norse language to her.  She was wearing a dress that had been cut off at the top of her thighs.  She sat with her back to me and the man had one arm around her and the other rubbing her breasts.

     While Yan talked to the men, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Kate was.  She was a couple of years older than me.  She seemed comfortable on the man’s lap and as he massaged her breasts she leaned forward and kissed him on the ear like they were lovers.  I guess they were, sort of.  Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and her shoulders. 

     The men were all sitting in a circle around a smoldering fire pit.  Animal skins were spread around behind them.  Most of the men apparently slept outside and there were just a few huts spread around the clearing.  These men didn’t seem to be as clean as Yan either.  They were almost all bearded and looked rather scraggly compared to the neatly trimmed and daily washed man she was lucky enough to be with.

     The men stopped talking and Yan came over to me and said, “Bo med dem!  Bo!” 

     He grabbed my arm and pushed me into the circle, repeating the phrase, especially the word, “bo.”  He pushed me again when I gave him a quizzical look.  And then he grabbed Kate and said, “Come,” to her.  That word I understood.  There was no objection from the man who owned the lap she was sitting in.  In fact, he helped to lift her into Yan’s arms.

     As I watched Yan walk away with Kate, I knew what the men had been discussing, I knew a trade of some sort had been made but I wasn’t anxious to give up my bear of a man so easily.  I started to follow him and was quickly grabbed by one of the men in the circle.  He tossed me back into the center.  I looked around and saw a number of men smiling lecherously at me.  I started to run but another man caught me, and laughingly threw me on the ground in the middle again.  I stood up and backed away slightly.

     I felt a hand roughly grab my ass and pulled.  When I turned toward him, he tried to grab my arm but I was too quick.  Someone from behind grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap.  I screamed.  The men laughed.  I tried to wriggle free of his grasp and he used my twisting motion to rub my ass against his lap.  I heard him make cooing noises as though I was pleasuring him.  He reached up and pulled the straps of my dress down around my elbows.  When he let go of my hips, I was able to stand up. 

     A couple of the men had stood up.  I tried to return the straps back to my shoulders, but their hands grabbed my arms preventing me from doing so.  While my arms were held, another removed my dress.  Like Yan, these men were much bigger and stronger than me and it seemed to take no effort on their part to remove my dress.  My nakedness was greeted with hoots and unintelligible words but I could tell they all liked what they saw. 

     They all closed in around me.  Not only did they like what they saw, it looked like they all wanted me at once.  I tried to stop them as hands began to paw at my breasts and grab my ass.  I started to slap at them and elbow them but they just laughed and continued to invade my body.  Someone grabbed my hair and pulled hard lifting me momentarily off the ground.  Another hand found its way between my legs, and my twisting legs.  As I pulled my ass away, hands found their way into my most intimate area.

     “Honar vat!”  the man with his hands in my crotch said.  The men laughed.

     “Stop.  Please stop,” I whined meekly.  They laughed again.  I must have had about eight hands on me.  I could feel their calluses and their fingernails, scratching my back, slapping my ass, poking in my holes, pulling my hair.  One of the men seemed to enjoy kissing me and ran his scraggly beard all along my neck and cheeks.  He smelled of sweat and dirt.  Another kept slapping my ass making me jump from the sharp pain.  I think this was the same man who held my hair in his other hand.  Another slapped both of my inner thighs making me open them so he could dig deeper into my pussy with his fingers.

     Someone behind us yelled something in Norse and there was a momentary pause in the action.  The men turned me to face the man whose lap Kate had been on.  He was standing in front of the stump he was using for a chair and taking down his pants.  He repeated his command and motioned for me to come to him.  The man holding my hair and another grabbing my arm led me over to him.  His pants were on the ground and he was naked below his waist with his long hard cock pointing at me in front of him.  The men pushed me to my knees roughly and positioned my head in front of his rigid cock.  I opened my mouth and the man holding me by the hair pushed my mouth over his cock but it was too deep and too fast and I gagged.  I thought I was going to throw up. 

     The man holding my hair was not stopping just because I gagged.  Using my hair he pushed and pulled my mouth over the man’s cock.  As he pushed it in deep, I gagged a couple more times.  The man who owned the cock pushed him away and grabbed my hair in two places.  It was easier for him to coordinate the pushing of his hips along with the pulling of my head.  I hoped he would be gentler but he was rougher and faster.  His cock felt enormous in my mouth but I’m sure it was partly because it was so deep into my throat.  He was grunting and pushing his meat hard into my throat and I had all I could do to breathe, gasping large breaths as his tip moved back to my lips.

     I hardly noticed the other man drop down behind me and grab my breasts – one in each had – from behind.  He squeezed them with full muttony hands and pinched my nipples hard between his fingers.  Way too hard.  I could feel the pain as if he had pierced them with sharp needles. 

     Suddenly the man held my head still and began to fill my mouth with his cum.  He was so far back in my throat I couldn’t taste him.  I couldn’t catch a breath either.  I swallowed once to keep from taking it into my lungs.  I swallowed a second time and began to choke as he pulled out.  I coughed and gasped and spit out what semen was left but mostly I was just trying to catch my breath.  As I looked up at him he spurt a final volume of his white sticky stuff across my face.  I wiped it out of my eye as the other men laughed and spoke to each other.

     Another man grabbed me.  He was naked and as I looked around all the other men I saw were half or completely nude.  He pulled me up off my knees.  Then he pulled me close and wrapping his arms around my legs he lifted me and placed my legs around his hips.  Lowering me I felt his hard rod poke between my legs.  It almost wound up in my ass but I reached back frantically and pushed him into my pussy.  As he lowered my hips I felt him penetrate deeply.  He was bigger than Yan or maybe it was the angle but it hurt when he went it.  Not terrible piercing pain but I could feel all of him inside me – stretching my insides. 

     He began to hold me tight while his hips pistonned his sword into me.  Another sadist was slapping me on the ass and slapping me harder than before.  It was feeling sore and tender from his blows.  Finally the slapping stopped and I felt a caress.  He had his two hands rubbing both cheeks and I was surprised at how good it felt as he moved his hands very slowly over my sore flesh.  I then felt his finger move between my cheeks and penetrate my still virgin hole.  I didn’t like this but had no say in the matter. 

     The man fucking me shifted my hips as I had slipped slightly.  This caused the other man’s finger to penetrate me quite deeply and he seemed to enjoy rolling it around. I could feel his knuckle at my rim and I clenched as best I could be to no avail.  It was hard to concentrate on one thing as another man grabbed my hair pulled my chest away from the man holding me and grabbed one of my breasts roughly. 

     This three on one didn’t last too long before we were falling to the ground.  The man on top was pounding me into the hard ground.  With every thrust I could feel my ass being squeezed against the rocks and pebbles.  He grunted and came – not once but four or five times he spilt his seed deep inside of me.  For that moment it was just he and I.

     But as soon as he was done, someone pulled him off and another man took his place pressing on my prone body.  He was smaller.  Maybe it was all the extra lubrication but he slid inside of me easily.  He wormed his cock deep inside of me.  Then holding me by the waist he turned over so that his back was on the ground.  It gave me a sense of lightness and freedom to be on top.  It didn’t last long.

     One of the men grabbed my hair roughly and pulled me into a sitting position.  He then forced his long red projectile into my mouth.  His feet straddled the head of the man below.  His strong hands were on my hips rocking me over his loins while his cock pierced and penetrated my insides.  The other man had a tight hold on my hair and was pumping his hips rapidly into my mouth.  He was out of control, his lust took over his whole being and he completely ignored the difficulty I was having breathing.  Snot was running out of my nose and I was gagging every time he thrust forward. 

     These men were using me as their female.  They were all excited to be rubbing their naked bodies against me.  As much as I tried to stop them, I knew my efforts were useless.  The entire situation was overwhelming.  But there was something about being used – about being helpless – that freed my internal juices.  I could feel them running freely.  I could feel a warm, animalistic, wanton tingle throughout my entire body.

     A third man knelt behind me, between the legs of the man below.  He reached around from in back and grabbed my breasts squeezing them.  I tried to push the man in my mouth away.  I needed to catch my breath and he was pushing too hard.  I couldn’t budge him.  I thought about biting him but that might really get him mad.  I slapped him repeatedly on the side of his hips feeling his sinuous muscles.  Hands rubbing my breasts increased as I became frantic.  The man in my mouth laughed.  And sped up.  Then I heard his grunt and felt his warm seed fill my mouth.  It was salty and thick.  I let it drool out the side of my mouth and over my chin. 

     As soon as he released me I coughed, spitting out the sticky semen before I choked.  I leaned forward resting on my hands.  The man below smiled at me and pumped more eagerly, lifting me with his powerful thrusts.  His cock felt nice rocking inside of me.  The man behind me moved his hands around and began to play with my bottom.  His fingers ran in between my cheeks and along my crack.  Suddenly I felt his finger enter my back hole.  I didn’t like that.  It was dirty back there and he shouldn’t be there.  I tried to clench against him.  He was pushing it in and out and each time he pushed it deeper.  I tried to wriggle away from him but as soon as I lifted my hips the man underneath would strengthen his grip and pull me down.

     The man behind removed his finger and took both of his arms and surrounded mine.  He pulled my arms into my chest and I could no longer lean.  He lowered my torso and placed me on the man below.  I felt completely helpless under the control of one, let alone two, of these strong men.  Once he had me down I felt something pushing into my bottom again. It was bigger than his finger.  I realized it was his cock and there was no room for it.  I was already filled.  I began to panic.  I screamed, “No, no, don’t do that. Stop that.  Please.” 

     He didn’t listen and just kept pushing – sometimes pulling but only to gain more momentum pushing.  I was sure he was ripping me open down there.  I could feel both cocks inside of me and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold them both.  Images of being sliced open from the bottom accompanied the excruciating pain.  I screamed and cried but they wouldn’t stop.  If I get a chance I will kill this bastard behind me, I thought.  But right now I couldn’t escape from his strong arms and the hands on my hips.

     I didn’t even know what he looked like.  I was being squished between the hips of these two men.  They were both grinding and grunting and seemed to be enjoying themselves.  I was in pain, not quite as much as when he first violated my bottom but still pain as they had their way with me.  I was amazed that I could fit both of them at once.  I could feel both of their cocks sticking and stabbing inside of me.  Two swords in one hilt.  Expanding me.  Would I ever be the same? 

     The man below had his arms around me and was holding me tight pressing my breasts against him.  His whole face was squinting fiercely and I knew he wouldn’t last long.  The man behind was leaning forward touching my back but not pressing me hard, his weight carried on his arms and his hips rocking to a steady rhythm.  Once the rhythms were established the pain disappeared.  We rocked as one, slightly faster as we went. 

     The man below me came first and I could feel some part of me inside contract as he did.  It was as though my body was grasping his member and pulling it in deeper.  He groaned and squeezed me and seemed completely satisfied as he took a couple of minutes to finish.  And when he did he didn’t move but stayed inside of me – still – giving the man behind more freedom to plow my backside tunnel.  I still felt very full but I was enjoying his rocking rhythm.  I began to concentrate my thoughts on the movement of his cock against me and the still cock of the other man inside me.  He was picking up the rhythm and ramming me harder and deeper.  I loved his movement.  I loved feeling so full.  I wanted to remember this particular moment.

     “Ya, ya,” he screamed as he came.  His body collapsed on top of me.  I was crushed between these two men.  The man below said something and the one behind me withdrew, got up, and then lifted me off of the man below.  His limp member easily slid out of me.  I was feeling exhausted and the large muscular man lifted me effortlessly.  I felt like a rag doll in a child’s arms.  His arms surrounded me and he gave me a warm caring hug.  I looked into his face for the first time.  He was an older man, maybe 40, and looked almost fatherly in the way he held me.  He gave me a deep kiss full of feelings and intimate messages.

     He then released me from his grip and turned me toward another man who was sitting on a rock with his pants off.  He held his gift for me in his hand and motioned for me to come over.  The man standing next to me gave me a gentle whack on my naked behind as a way of moving me toward the man. 

     I was passed around from man to man some of them doing me twice until after the sun went down.  Most of the time was with each one individually and this did make the experience a little more intimate and a little less rough.  I was past the point of resisting.  Some of the men were more enjoyable than others.  Strangely, the older men were nicer, more gentle and caring.  By the time all of them were finished I was exhausted.  Every orifice I had was used. I was rubbed between my breasts and the cheeks of my ass.  I was covered in crusty cum from the day’s actions.

     An older man, perhaps close to sixty, who was the last to take me, washed me when he was done.  He was thorough and gentle.  He brought me some food.  The food tasted great even though it was the usual concoction of mutton soup.  I collapsed on one of the skins and quickly fell asleep.  It wasn’t very long before I was awoken by a younger man.  I sighed loudly assuming he was going to screw his swollen muscle into one of my sore holes.

     Instead he grabbed first one arm and then the other, tying each to my ankles.  He tied me quite securely yet the ropes weren’t uncomfortably tight.  It just forced me into an awkward position with my knees bent making it virtually impossible to stand.  He then grabbed my hair, said something I didn’t understand and kissed me hard on the lips.  Then he left me alone.  I wasn’t going anywhere.  I rolled on my side and hoped to be able to sleep trussed up like this.

To be continued…

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Chapter 1, Jan

     Huddled in the large straw hut, Adrianna knew she would soon become a plaything of her captor.  She peeked out of the hut to see Norsemen everywhere she looked.  This hut was located in the middle of their camp and running away would be impossible.  She could see a few other women.  One was tied to a tree.  Her dress was ripped and hanging off of her like rags.  She was covered in mud.  Another was being shared by a group of men who stood in a circle and tossed her from one to the other where they each took liberties with her body, poking and spanking and grabbing her.  One, an older woman, seemed to be enjoying herself – flirting, laughing, and singing with a group of men.  She moved around the group of men freely sitting on their laps and offering her breasts and ass to the men as she moved. 

     The Norsemen had come once before about ten years ago when she was a little girl – too little to be of any sexual interest to the men.  She fled with her grandmother and lived in the hills hiding until they left.  They stayed for weeks and when they left, her mother who had been a captive, was freed but never spoke of her experiences.  The Norsemen were bigger than the local men, and came in large numbers.  They took what they wanted and killed anyone who dared defy them.  Not many defied them; most just ran.  The invaders chased them but mostly to grab the women. After the chase, they would sack the village for food, drink and other items that interested them.

     Adrianna’s captor was an especially big and fast man.  Adrianna was a full grown young woman and known within the village for her speed but she was no match for this man who continued to close the gap and when he reached her picked her up like twig.  She struggled to free herself from him to no avail.  He carried her to his hut and tossed her inside.  As she tumbled in, she almost fell into the fire pan in the middle of the hut.  He didn’t bother to tie her up.  Then after a few minutes he left.  Hours passed.   Many men walked past the hut and she could hear them talking in their strange language and frequently laughing.

     The hut was warm and fairly spacious.  A number of animal skins covered the dirt floor.  Adrianna contemplated her predicament.  She would be expected to have sex with her captor and possibly others.  She cried, sobbing quietly trying not to draw attention.  Resistance would be futile.  She was just a girl.  True she had grown into a woman but she had yet to have sex with any of the boys in the village.  Some fondling had gone on and she had become an expert at giving the boys a release using her mouth, her hands, and other parts of her body but she had been saving her most intimate area for marriage.  She wondered if John would still want to marry her after she had been violated.

     By the time he returned, she had quit her crying.  She had tried to straighten up her dress which was torn in the struggle.  There was a rip near the waist area where he held her.  Her chemise which ran from her breasts to just below her knees could be seen through the slit.  He came back into the hut carrying two large pots full of water.  He immediately placed one on top of the fire pan.  He began to wash himself with the water in the other.  Using a cloth he dipped it in the pot and washed his face and hands first.  Then he took off his shirt and washed his arms and neck and chest.  She could see each of his well defined muscles across his chest and marveled at his enormous biceps.  No boy or man in her village ever looked like this.

     He removed his pants and she turned her head away.  But not so far away that she couldn’t see him with her sideways glance.  She knew it was wrong to look at his naked body but some deep desire drew her eyes to him.  He was now only clothed in a leather thong of some sort that covered his intimate area.  Somehow he seemed more naked to Adrianna in only a thong.  His legs had ridges and bumps where each muscle exposed its individuality.  She felt a naughtiness creep over her body, looking at him through the tops of her eyes, head down.  She had never thought of someone’s rump area as a big giant muscle until she saw his. 

     She let out an audible gulp when he removed the leather cup.  His hands moved the cloth over his long shaft.  It was quite different than the penises of the boys she had been with.  It was large and fully grown and, if it was possible, muscular too.  He washed it with care including the area under it and in the crack behind him.  As the dirt came off she noticed that most of his fair skin had a rugged look that comes from living outside but there was an area below his waist to the top of his thighs that shone a pale white.  His blonde hair was long and full and cascaded to his shoulders.  She could feel herself shaking a bit from fear as his eyes looked her up and down hungrily.

     He rinsed the cloth thoroughly when he was done and he removed the pot from above the fire.  He put his hands into the water testing its heat.  He then came over to Adrianna with the pot and the cloth.  She cowered against the floor.

     “Yan.”  He said pointing to himself.  “Ditt namen?” He said pointing at her.  His voice was deep, calm, quiet and Adrianna found his tone soothing. She didn’t reply.  He pointed again and repeated his question.

     “Adrianna,” she finally responded looking up at him with her little girl puppy eyes hoping he might be kind to her.

     “Ah, Anna. Yag skag ringa dag Anna.”  She didn’t understand his speech but got the idea.  He motioned for her to stand.  She did.  He reached out and grabbed one hand and with a warming cloth he washed her hand rubbing it so gently massaging each finger as went.  Then it was up her arm as far as her elbow length sleeve would let him.  He continued with her other hand and then to her neck and individually washed each element of her face.  She was actually enjoying the warm water and gentle ministrations of this man.  When he finished with her neck he turned her moved behind her and began to wash her back.

     He constantly redipped the cloth in the hot water ensuring it was warm to her skin.  Somehow the shoulders of her dress had come down her arms as he washed.  She never felt him open her back buttons but knew he must have.  As he removed the sleeves from her arms the dress fell forward to her waist.  Her chemise was tied on the back, the string wrapped above her firm breasts holding it in place.  Once loosened it too fell forward.  She covered her naked breasts with her hands.  He washed her back and the tops of her arms.  He patted her bottom taking liberties to feel its round bifocal shape through her garments.  His hand excited her and she felt her knees go weak and warmth spread through her lower torso. 

     He returned to her neck and pressed his naked body against her naked back.   His arms moved around and began washing the front of her chest.  She resisted his moving the cloth over her breasts holding them tightly with her own hands.  Instead of fighting her he moved lower and washed her waist area.  He knelt behind her and removed her worn leather shoes. He lifted and washed each foot.  He dropped the cloth into the hot pot and with both hands slid her dress and chemise to the floor.  Her hands moved from hiding her breasts to trying to hold her garments at her waist, but she realized she would only rip the thin material if she resisted his effort to slide them down her legs. 

     She now stood naked facing the warm fire while he knelt behind her.  He again picked up the cloth and washed first one leg and then the other.  It sent shivers up her spine as he came close to her middle where her hands stood guard.  He dipped the cloth again, stood and put it around her breasts.  She couldn’t stop him and she just accepted his fondling passively.  He knew how to massage her breasts to make them feel good.  He moved closer pressing his naked chest against her back.  His strong arms surrounded her.  She could feel his stiff rod against the top of her bottom.  He was making her feel like a real woman for the first time in her life.  Delicate, feminine, exciting.  She shouldn’t feel this way, she thought.  He continued to rub her breasts even after dropping the cloth and his hot breath cascaded down the side of her face sending shivers throughout her body.

     He dipped the warm cloth again, bending down.  He grabbed a fistful of her long raven hair and bent her forward, wiping her ass with the moist cloth.  She went from feeling like a woman to an animal in the hands of its master.  He pushed her legs apart and with a freshly dipped cloth pushed between her protecting hands and into her misty haired mound.  He ran the cloth around her hair and then through the middle track, washing and prodding, back and forth.  Finally he pushed the cloth into the crack of her ass and washed deeply between her cheeks.

     Bent over as she was with him holding her hair, she reached her hands down to the ground to settle herself.  She heard the cloth splash back down into the water.  He ran his raw hand into the space between her legs.  His fingers began to penetrate the valley between her flesh.  No man had ever touched her there and she was reacting to his touch.  Her body began to tremble as his fingers played with regions she barely knew.  Still holding her hair in one hand, he moved his other hand around the outside of her hip and reached back into the space it had just left but now from a different angle.

     Suddenly she could feel his fleshy probe at the entrance to her tunnel.  She tried to pull away but only succeeded in dropping to her knees.   He mirrored her motion and his thing never left that cozy spot between her legs.  His arm pulled her hip tightly as he began to push his hips forward and drive his penetrating rod into her.  He went slowly and gently.  She could feel his large rod expanding her insides but there was not the kind of pain she had been told about.  He slid easily and kept going deeper and deeper until he finally hit the end of her insides.

     He rocked her slowly at first and then with more passion and speed.  One hand pulled her hair so that her head was tilted back.  She felt more pain in her neck than from her hair being pulled.  She could feel him inside of her.  He was big and he went deep, occasionally bumping her at the end.  She liked the feeling and the feeling of his hips smacking against her ass.  She knew she shouldn’t.  He let go of her hair and ran both hands under her body squeezing each breast and nipple. Then one arm reached over and hugged both breasts while his other hand reached between her legs.

     She was helpless to do anything.  She was a small pet to this muscular man.  She was helpless to stop these feelings that were running through her body.  The shivers and tingling and rushing of feelings that were overcoming her body.  She was both woman and animal.  Grunting and heaving to his rhythms.  Her head hung low.  She was sweating.  His arms wrapped tightly around her.  His fingers messing in her slit.  All his pounding.  Lifting her hips and knees off the ground with his thrusts.  She couldn’t deny what she was feeling.

     She no longer felt naked but rather clothed in this man’s muscles.  Clothed in this man’s rhythm.  She felt her whole body responding to his.  Her insides were pumping moisture, her muscles contracting around his shaft.  She screamed aloud as her spirit gave into his thrusts.  He continued for some time before giving up his spirit along with hers, arching his back and releasing deep within her. 

     They both collapsed next to the warm fire, he slightly on top of her.  She wondered how many days he would remain. 

Chapter 2, A Group Grope 

 (c) Rushmore Judd

 

   We were returning from an extra long weekend vacationing in the summer sun in Maine.  It was a long drive home and we were both relaxed.  We had set off after a late lunch and figured we would arrive home just about dusk.  I drove and she sat in the shotgun seat with a loose flower print sundress on.  She looked sexy and I was feeling pretty horny in spite of (or maybe because) of our sexually active weekend. 

   Up ahead I saw the convoy – a long column of Army trucks filling the right hand lane of the highway as they drove along at exactly the 55 mile per hour speed limit.  They stretched along the highway for as far as you could see. There wasn’t much traffic since it was a Tuesday and there was plenty of room to pass them in the left lane but I pulled in behind them anyway.

   “Look at that convoy.  Probably filled with hundreds of young athletic men.  They’ve all been away from their girlfriends and they must be frustrated as hell, don’t you think,” I said as my right hand reached over and rubbed her leg.  “Do you want to have a little fun,” I said.  “What do you have in mind,” she replied.

   “Well I thought maybe you’d like me to rub your pussy, while we pass by each of them.”  We had done something like this before on our longer drives.  She liked to have her pussy and clit rubbed gently as we drove along the highway but only once in awhile did we pass a van or a truck where a man driving looked down on us.  She seemed to enjoy it and once one of the vans chased us along the highway trying to get more of a show.  I let him catch us a few times but got a little nervous when he didn’t seem to want to give up and his driving was a but aggressive for me, but I felt safe with the convoy since they were undoubtedly unable to break formation or drive faster than the speed limit.

   I told her to drop her seat back and lie back and relax.  She easily complied, letting me know she was willing.  I pulled her dress up over and she lifted her hips so I could pull her dress over her hips showing her white cotton panties.  I started to rub her panties along her crotch and checked the rear view mirror.  After letting a car by who was trailing along in the left lane, I pulled out behind him and started down along side the column.  Maria had put her chair back so her head was mostly below the window ledge and her face was facing up.  I continued to rub her gently with one finger along the fold of her panties between her legs.  She was simply lying back and enjoying it.  As we passed the first driver he casually looked over followed by a whistle and a leering stare.  I was doing about 60 miles per hour and so slid by him slowly although obviously too fast for him.

   As we passed him, Maria turned to me and laughed.  “That was fun,” she said.  “More coming,” I replied and we approached the second last truck.  I moved by more slowly this time and Maria squirmed in her seat as my finger moved up and down her slit.  “He was real cute,” she said.  We went by about three more trucks and she commented on whether they were handsome or ugly, smiling or leering.  I told her I thought it was time to take off her panties and she immediately complied.  But by the time she was just getting them off we were passing the next driver and he saw what she was doing.  He yelled something out the window and beeped his horn twice.

   She lay back again, repositioned her dress so it was fully up past her waist and spread her legs.  I returned to fingering her now moist pussy using the tip of my finger to dip into her juicy parts and spread it over her clit.  The next driver had fallen a bit behind causing a gap, but as we went by he sped up, closing the gap and almost bumped into the truck in front of him.  It seemed like he was ready for our show, eagerly looking before we even caught him and I began to wonder if they had some sort of communications between the trucks.  I got my answer one truck later when the back flap was pulled open and there were at least ten guys leaning out the back cheering. 

   I put on my blinker (there was a car coming up behind us and we were only doing 60) and one truck slowed down so we could pull in between them in front of the open flap.  Because of the height of the dashboard, the guys couldn’t see much going on below Maria’s waist but she egged them on by rubbing her braless breasts.  They went wild.  Although I noticed that there was a woman soldier a little bit toward the back jokingly punching a couple of the guys. 

   I soon pulled back out into the left lane to the cheers and boos of the young soldiers in their khaki uniforms.  There was still an endless line of trucks with twenty or so in sight.  Who could tell how long this would last?  Maria settled back and continued to play with her breasts while her waist squirmed under by gently but continual moving finger.  I was just using one finger but flicking her clit lightly and faster.  By now her hips were moving rhythmically and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm.  I told her to let me know if she found any of the boys particularly exciting and I would give them an extra look.  After about three more trucks she took me up on my offer by telling me “This guy!”

   I eased up on the gas pedal and rode side by side with a truck whose driver I couldn’t see.  Maria was flirting, blowing kisses, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipple hard.  Her hips stopped their movement as she lifted them up high pressing her clit against my finger.  I slid my finger down her slit pulling on her clit, and slid it into her pussy opening just as she had a vicious orgasm.  Her hips fell back into the seat and I flicked her clit a couple of times while she continued to convulse.  She opened her eyes as she finished and saw the driver looking at her.  She suddenly became embarrassed and told me to drive on.  I put on my blinker and passed our lucky driver who left me a space to get into.  This allowed the three cars behind to pass and all of them looked over with a curious look wondering what was going on.  They didn’t see Maria until they got along side my car and one driver seemed to figure it out pretty fast and laughed.  But since Maria had her dress down, the others didn’t seem to get it.

   “Have fun,” I said.  She just looked at me with a smirky smile.  “There are lots of trucks left,” I said.  “Give me a minute.”  And so we settled into the right lane for a few.  I needed to relax my finger a bit anyway.  I could also see in my rear view mirror, the lucky driver.  He was about 19 and had a big smile on his face.  He was a kind of innocent looking blond but then she seemed to like young innocent boys.  I told her he was smiling and she turned around and gave him a wave.  He beeped his horn a few times, which caused a few other drivers behind us to follow suit.

   “Why don’t you take the dress completely off,” I said.  She thought about it for a second and turned around in her seat facing the lucky driver and pulled it over her head.  She threw it on the back seat and crouched on her still reclined seat so Lucky could see her breasts dangling.  I could see him giving her encouragement with his fist pounding out “yeses”.  She then turned back around and lay down and said, “OK, let’s go”.  I pulled out and began to slowly move down the highway again past the line of vehicles.  I still couldn’t see the beginning of the line.  I started to play with her but as soon as I did my finger felt a bit tight.  “Maybe you should do yourself for awhile until my finger recovers.”  “Sure!”

   As we approached the next truck there was another open flap with a few guys on lookout.  Soon there was another crowd at the back while I positioned the car so that both the driver slightly behind us and the group in front could both get a look at Maria as she massaged her breasts, letting them fall from her hands as she moved her hands up and off.  They bounced a bit when she did that and she did that for a few times before I slowly moved on.  For the next driver she covered her pussy which just had been trimmed short to fit neatly under her bikini.  When I slowed up next to him, she asked him if he wanted to see it.  I don’t know if he heard but he understood and was wagging his tongue sexually at her.  He was a big black man with arms muscles that were huge and visible as he reached over for her, falling about 5 feet short of our car. 

   We continued to move on and Maria tried different things which each driver: massaging both breasts, holding the lips of her pussy open, covering her pussy with one hand and using the other on her breast, teasing each of them in her own way.  She was responding to their requests often yelled from their perched seats through open windows but still unheard.  She was having a blast.  Getting into it.  Turning over in the seat and showing her ass.  I let her continue to play with herself but couldn’t resist caressing her leg, rubbing her leg when she was cupping her breasts for one, pinching her nipple when she was holding her lips open for another.  Her nipples were swollen and hard and sticking out as far as I had ever seen them.  And her pussy was so wet I think the spectators to her little show could see the moisture.

   I finally could see the end of the line.  We must have gone by 40 trucks and there were still about 15 in front of us.  “I can see the end, honey.  Time to get serious if you want to have another orgasm.”  She settled into her favorite masturbating position with her legs spread wide and her knees slightly bent.  With one hand pulling the skin up around her clit putting pressure in just the way she liked, the other hand using just one finger began to make gentle circles along the side of her clit.  My hand reached over and played with breast.  She went into a dreamy state, looking up into the faces of the young eager boys.  Occasionally we would hear the beeping of the caravan behind us, like an audience giving us a standing ovation.

   I got a surprise as I approached the next car and saw a women driver.  Maria wasn’t looking but seemed engaged in her own sexy world.  I pulled up next to her and slowed down a bit.  As Maria looked into her face, I asked Maria if she seemed to be enjoying it.  “Oh yes, she’s looking.”  So I stayed there for awhile and Maria continued her eager masturbating, beginning to moan softly.  “Let me know if you want me to stay here or elsewhere,” I asked, able to tell she was again getting close.  “Move on,” she said.   The next driver was a young skinny black man and she told me to stay with him.  I couldn’t see what he was doing but the truck he was in was swaying slightly.  She was looking up into his face watching him with her eyes half closed and rubbing herself, her hips slightly rocking.  I let my hand leave her breasts and slid it under her ass, grabbing one cheek so that my fingertips were in her crack.  Just as one of my fingertips found her brown hole, she came moaning deep and loud.  Her eyes were still open looking up at the black driver.  I worked my hand deeper under her ass and my fingertip deeper into her hole and she came and came and came in waves.

   When she finished this time she just laid there appearing spent as I drove slowly by the few remaining trucks.  It seemed unfair to skip by them too fast even though her excitement had peaked.  I’m sure they appreciated the fact that I didn’t hurry until I got past the lead truck and then opened it up to the fading sounds of horns in the background.  She left her dress off the whole way home.  It was dark when we arrived home and we snuck her into the house before any of the neighbors saw us and had great sex in the living room and after dinner again in the bedroom when I whispered to her reminders of the men she had that day.

It was only an hour long session but this time it seemed so much longer.  She sat in the comfortable chair opposite his separated by a small low circular table, just large enough to hold two cups of coffee.  Unlike some of his patients, she got right down to it.  She was a student at the University.  She explained she had a problem with exhibitionism.  Inwardly he was amused because she was such an extraordinarily good looking woman.  He assumed she must get plenty of attention. 

She was dressed in a short tight black skirt and a white linen blouse that appeared a bit too small for her full grapefruit sized breasts.  The buttons of the blouse strained across her chest creating gaps and folds in the material.  She went on to say how she felt she had an addiction and, as she spoke, she matter-of-factly unbuttoned the most strained button in the middle of her breast and turned slightly to her right giving me a view of the white lacy bra underneath.

She never stopped talking and it was as though she was unaware of what she was doing.

“I never wear any panties.  See.”  She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs fully exposing her clean shaven intimate area to me.  “And that is probably unsanitary.  But I can’t seem to help myself.  Do you think that wearing no panties is unhealthy, doctor?”  She left her legs open.  He moved his open notebook to cover his lap.

“Not necessarily, Elaine.  What do you do during “that” time of the month?”

“Oh, well, I wear panties then sometimes but sometimes I just use a tampon and the string dangles down here.”  She pointed toward the junction of her open legs to draw his attention to the area.  He had been trying to look her in the eyes.  She went on talking about how she was from a large family.  How she had many siblings and as one of the younger ones, she got very little attention.  Her father died when she was just ten.  All of this added up to her feeling invisible.  She began to unbutton more of her blouse, slowly, without any comment about what she was doing.

“So how does this exhibitionism affect your daily life?  How does it interfere with your work or your studies or your relationships?”

“Well, as far as relationships go, it’s been a disaster.  The girls all think I dress like a slut and they hate me and some of the boys think I am a slut and assume my exhibitionism means that I am easy. 

“I’m not,” she said emphatically.  She pulled the blouse out of her waist and opened it all the way, pausing shortly, before standing to remove it completely.  She began removing her bra.

“Do you mind, doctor.  I find clothes constraining.”

“Well,” he stuttered, “tell me more about how this problem is affecting your life.”  He knew he should have told her to stop but he didn’t really want her to.  He found her body breathtaking.  As she removed her bra and exposed her rosy still nipples to him, he had to adjust his seat a bit.  He moved as little as possible but enough to straighten his hidden member. 

“Well I’ve had a few jobs but they have only been part time and I do get criticized all the time for the clothes I wear.”

“But you do manage to keep your clothes on while you work?”

“Mostly.  But if I’m alone or with just a couple of people sometimes I indulge.  Like the time I went into the office on the weekend and there was just me and a couple of the guys there.  They apparently turn down the AC during the weekend and it was hot, so I asked the guys if they would mind if I took off my clothes.  No one objected.  You see usually I ask first and people don’t seem to mind.  At least the guys don’t. “  After removing her bra she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.  He was mesmerized by this naked beauty that stood before him.  She sat down and crossed her legs placing her hands demurely into her lap.

“What about at school?  How are your grades?”

“Oh they’re OK.  Not great.  I don’t study enough.”

“How do you manage your exhibitionism in class?”

“Well, it is a university, you know, so I can wear almost anything I want and I often wear revealing clothes.  They don’t hassle me as much.  In fact, not at all.  Unlike in High School where I used to get in trouble all the time. Like the time I wore a see through blouse in High School.  I had a bra on and everything but they called my parents and made my mom come and pick me up.  What a hassle!  Now I ask you, Doctor, why would anyone not want to look at these?”  She held her breasts in her hands and pointed them at him.  Her rosy areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples looked like clam necks.

He decided he would count the number of bumps around each when he heard her say louder and louder, “Doctor, doctor, DOCTOR!”  He awoke to the shout in his intercom.

“Yes, Betty, what is it.”

“Your 3:00 is here.  Miss Elaine Drubansky.”

“Thanks, Betty, I’ll be right out.”  He knew these afternoon naps would have to end.

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This story contains adult material.

Todd was finally coming home.  It had been almost three years since he was first assigned to Afghanistan.  Then there was his reassignment to Iraq.   Amy was so excited.  She was only fourteen when her brother left.   She had grown into form a bit awkwardly at first but now was in full bloom.  She was like an azalea bush bursting with color, busting out in full curves everywhere you looked.   She was in control of her body now and confident of her sexuality.  When she smiled, her face glowed.   She gave off pure light.  A small slice of heaven, innocent and full of life.

She had taken the day off from school to greet Todd.  Mom and dad would join them at dinner time.  She waited impatiently.  Excited.  So much to tell him. 

She was just pouring herself her second cup of coffee – something she never did – when she heard the front door open.  She ran from the kitchen through the living room and threw herself into Todd’s waiting arms.  His mass surprised her.  She worried she might knock him over in her excitement but he was as steady as a rock.  He picked her up and easily lifted her above his head.  He made her feel like a little girl again and those memories of when they played together washed over her and she began to cry and laugh.  As he slid her down she hugged him with her tightest hug and reveled in the strength of his muscular frame.  Her face nuzzled against the nape of his neck.

Todd could feel the supple body of his sister as she pressed against him and it made him a bit uncomfortable.  Trapped in Muslim country for so long didn’t lead to the most satisfying sex and he was easily stirred by the supple body of his younger sister.  He put her down on the ground and hunching over her began to tickle her like he did when they were kids.  She squirmed and squealed.

“Glad to see that some things are still the same,” he said.  He continued to tickle her until she could stand it no longer.

“Stop. Stop. Please,” she begged.   He backed away from her.  He picked up his duffle bag and moved into the living room.

“So, what’s new sis?  What have you been up to?” 

“Well this is new,” she said posing her frame, hand on hip.  “Do you see any difference?”

“Oh, yes.  I couldn’t help but notice.  You’ve all grown up.  And beautifully too.  My little sister has grown into a beautiful flower of womanhood.”

She smiled and ran over to the chair he was seated in, jumped into his lap, straddling his waist with her legs and gave him a hug.  And then she kissed him.  On the lips, not fleetingly but not sexually.  Her lips were soft, a loving kiss with meaning.  He kissed her back.

“That’s enough of that!” he said.  “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”  Amy continued to sit on his lap.  Todd had chosen a straight backed chair and she was comfortable straddling him.  When she began to tell him all about the experiences in her life over the past two years, she became more and more excited.  Her speech became faster and faster and she added hand motions and body movements.  Todd was listening but he was also very aware of every time her legs shifted slightly.  He could feel his cock growing under the movements of her mounded bottom.  He didn’t feel right about it but just couldn’t help himself.

Then as quickly as she jumped on him she gracefully left his lap in mid sentence, never stopping for a breath.   She was talking about how she had become very interested in science and how she took a bunch of electives and was good at math and she was going to Purdue next fall.  She thought she might become a biologist. 

“What about boys?” he asked.  She was now moving around the room occasionally sitting here and there but too excited to stay still. 

“Oh, there have been some but mostly immature high school boys.  Mostly they are stupid about girls and what we want.  Their idea of a good time is getting together on a Saturday night and playing video games.”   She did have her eye on one guy, Brian, but nothing had happened with him so far.  He was on the football team. 

“And OH, I’m on the cheerleading squad.  Crazy, I know.  But it has been a lot of fun.  We do a lot of sophisticated dances.  Wanna see a cheer?”

“Sure, I’d love too.”  She dashed out of the room yelling something about a minute.   He took the time to straighten the rod in his pants.  She returned shortly in her cheerleader outfit.  It was classic. Dark blue with a big red “B” on the top with a pleated skirt that combined the blue and red.  She even had her pom poms.  The top looked a bit small and stretched across her bulbous breasts making the upper part of the “B” look bigger.  It didn’t quite come down to the top of the skirt, showing off her taut midriff.  The thin straps of the top did not hide the athletic bra she wore under it.  She was barefoot.

Todd found himself responding to his sexy little sister and was trying hard not to react sexually.  He reminded himself of his own high school days and how these outfits were meant to be cute and innocent.  His cock wasn’t listening, though, and he remembered just how long it had been since he had sex.  Normally his sister wouldn’t excite him.  It was just that he was so horny. 

She turned and raised her arms and kicked her legs and sifted her hips.  Her full breasts wobbled as she moved up and down.  Very sexy, he thought.  He couldn’t help but notice that she apparently didn’t put on the panties that go with the outfit since he could see flashes of white as she lifted her legs.  She finished with a flurry of jumps that caused her skirt to lift high and revealed her white bikini cut panties in all their glory.  She ran over to the chair jumping on his lap again and asked if he liked it.

“You look like the high school dream girl that every boy wants.  Where did you learn all of those sexy moves?  You have rhythm and can dance.  I never had those skills.”

“Well, look at you!  You’re all muscle.”  She grabbed his biceps with her hands, then ran them across his chest and over his shoulders.  He could feel his hard member sitting up straight and he felt her crotch surround it.  Without her jeans on, there was just the think cotton of her panties and his khaki pants between them.  Not enough to hide his engorged pole.  As she shifted around to squeeze his muscles he could feel her pussy lips slide around his pole. 

“And what have you been up to?” she asked quietly.  Her voice seemed so much more intimate.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“What about girls?  You must have every nurse and female private lusting after you.”

He laughed.  “No such luck.  Not where I have been.”

She rolled her hips over his middle.

“Does that explain the muscle I feel here?”  His face went red.  “Poor baby!”  She leaned forward and kissed him.  First on his lips, then on one side of his face.  She slowly ran her mouth across to the other side of his face and planted another kiss.  Her hips began to move slowly and deliberately along his length.

“We can’t do th…”  She covered his mouth with hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss and continued to roll her hips against him.  He forgot momentarily what he was going to say.  She hugged him tight and rubbed more deliberately.  He was beginning to get lost in the feeling of her pussy rubbing up against his groin.  He remembered how when he was a teenager he used to dry hump his girlfriend.

“Amy, please stop.  This isn’t right.”

“It’s OK.  Just enjoy the feeling.  Your little sister is all grown up and not as innocent as you remember.”  She shifted upward onto his hips focusing the tip of his elongated muscle.  Her breasts dangled in front of his face.   She was enjoying the rocking as much as he and she could feel her juices flowing. 

He murmured, “No,” but she ignored him and continued.   His willpower was waning and she knew it.  She pushed her chest forward so that it touched his mouth.  He buried his face between her breasts.  She lifted her top grabbing her bra simultaneously and removed them both, tossing them to the floor.  She pressed her naked top against his face.  He greedily lapped at her nipples twisting his head between them.  His arms were around her under her arms.  She was rocking vigorously now in a steady rhythm, moaning at each backward thrust as her clit slid along his pole.

He was giving in completely.  Her naked breasts had won him over.  The touch of her soft hairless feminine skin against his face.  Or was it the sexual movements of her hips over his member.  He slid forward in the chair to increase the tension and could feel her riding his entire length.  His hips moving slightly to the rhythm as well.  He could no longer claim his conscious was bothering him.  He was simply giving in and being his animal self.  Just feeling it happen.

He heard his sister vocalize her orgasm as she picked up the pace.  It was his sister and it was wrong.  He released immediately.  Grunting to her moans.  He hugged her tight and reveled in the softness of her hair, the flesh of her naked back and the sweet smell of her sex.

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She really didn’t think her body was anything special.  At 20, almost 21, she figured she was fully grown yet her breasts were a mere 34B.  Tiny little bubbles on her thin frame.  Her hips were also small and while she had a bit of a round ass, she never developed a big booty, which was all the rage in the largely black neighborhood where this little white girl grew up.  She often thought she was too thin and had kind of an emaciated look.  She did have long silken hair which she dyed a honey blonde color.  She thought it was her best feature even though it was out of a bottle.  Her face was rather plain with no particular distinguishing marks except a small scar in front of one ear.  A tiny reminder of a fall she took as a small child trying to break up a fight between her parents.  Her skin was smooth and just too pasty white pale.  She didn’t spend much time outside or with other people and in general was a very shy girl.

 

Ellen was feeling rather depressed looking at herself naked in the mirror.  Adam, her boyfriend of the past two years must see something different when he looks at her, she thought.  He was always complimenting her and showing her off proudly to his friends.  Occasionally, he would make her show her naked body parts to them, grabbing her when she was coming out from a shower, or exposing some part of her body when her skimpy clothes allowed him to.  She didn’t mind the way he exposed her body to his friends because he always did it in a way that showed he was proud of her.  She still felt the need to cover up what she could and often wiggled in his arms as he pulled up her dress to show off her legs or pulled down her top to expose her breasts.  Somehow she felt safe in his arms and enjoyed his playfulness.

 

Adam was the first man to really show her any positive attention.  Oh, there were boys in high school but they always seemed to just want to grab her tits and get their cock into her.  She learned that once they got into her pants, their interest in her seemed to fade.  She wasn’t too surprised.  She really didn’t have a lot to offer beside sex.  She wasn’t very funny, or very smart, or very beautiful or particularly athletic.  She was a very shy child and grew up pretty much by herself, afraid to let anyone too close to her because they would find out about her alcoholic mother and abusive father.

 

Adam was different though.  First of all he was a real man.  He was 35; she was 19 when they first met.   She was working in the grocery store full time and she first saw him there and he would talk to her while checking out. Then she met him at a bar one night and they talked and he seemed genuinely taken with her.  When she was with him, he made her feel beautiful.  He was always complimenting her and touching her in a very soft caressing way.  He asked her questions that no one had ever ever asked her, like what she wanted to do with her life.  What dreams she had.  What she aspired to.  She didn’t know how to answer these questions.  She had never even thought about them before. (Not counting her daydreams about being Brittany Spears or Paris Hilton.)

 

And the other thing that made him different was that even after they had sex, he still liked her.  He seemed to like her even more. He was also teaching her a lot.  He liked to show her how he liked to have sex.  He taught her five different ways to give blow jobs, with gloves and lubricants and sometimes just her hand.  His favorite way was having her use a lubricant, grabbing his cock in one hand, completely circling it.  Starting with long strong slow strokes while she looked up into his eyes.  Then rubbing up and down faster and faster and slapping the head against her cheek, putting it in her mouth just as he came and swallowing his cum. 

 

He also taught her a lot of new positions and he was conscious of her pleasure.  None of her other boyfriends had ever cared if she had an orgasm but Adam did and while she didn’t always cum with him, she did a lot of the time.  She liked it when he ate her pussy and he had such a great technique that she never got tired of it even though she found it difficult to reach a climax this way.  She often would fake an orgasm when he did this if she felt he was getting tired.  He liked it when she came and she was so good at faking that he never knew, but licking her clit did get her very excited.  Sometimes after he came and fell asleep, she would get herself off by quietly masturbating herself next to him in the bed.  It was too obvious on her back with her legs spread open so she would lie on her stomach, and with one leg lifted rub her little clitty until she her pussy popped being as quiet as she could.  The fear of getting caught made it all the more exciting for her.

 

She liked it best when he treated her in a slutty way.  So surprisingly, sometimes she would come right after she had faked an orgasm with him.  Her orgasm was his sign to take care of himself and when he did this she felt slutty.  He would position himself over her body and carefully position the head of his cock at the opening to her vagina.  She would open her legs to him and if necessary spread her pussy lips as he taught her (but usually they were swollen and well lubricated already from his suckling). Then he would start with a hard deep thrust penetrating her violently.  A very hard first thrust or two and then he would rock slowly but it wasn’t too long that he was riding her like a horse.  A wonderful feeling flew through her.  She felt one with the feeling.  It was so in synch with her soul, it was so exciting, it was so satisfying. 

 

He set the pace and it was always going faster.  Furiously she came as she felt him use her for his own pleasure.  She was truly at that moment a sexual receptacle for his male ferocity.  Being used as a sexual object.  At that moment her desires didn’t matter.  He had reached past seeing her in any way but as an object to satisfy his sexual lust.  In these moments he would position her in whatever way he felt like.  He occasionally would issue commands to her.  He was in total control and she loved it that way.  The more she felt used, the more she felt like a sexual animal, the more explosive her orgasm.  She knew it must be wrong, she knew it made her different than other girls but she loved it all the same.  With Adam she came to know her true nature.

 

So here she was looking at herself naked in the full length mirror in Adam’s bedroom.  She had just showered and shaved and she inspected her clean shaven pussy to see if there were any nicks or cuts.  A good job, she thought.  Adam will be pleased since he liked her to keep herself completely free of hair.   He said it turned him on to see her pussy lips naked.  He complimented him on how pretty her pussy looks but she didn’t see any difference with any other girl’s pussy that she had seen.  Anyway, she had to make sure it was glisteningly bare tonight because tonight was special.  Tonight she was going to perform at the strip club.

 

The whole thing was Adam’s idea.  There was a strip club that he went to occasionally.  It was about 50 miles from where they lived and in that sense she was glad it was just beyond the reach of her neighbors, high school friends and relatives.  She knew that she couldn’t avoid the possibility of running into somebody but it was unlikely. 

 

She was rubbing healing oil onto her pussy.  This was to soothe any irritation from the shave but had the added effect of making her skin shine.  She was getting a little warm rubbing it in and thinking about tonight.  Tonight was Amateur Night at The Crystal Palace.  Once a week, the club offered $250 to the winner of a contest for amateurs.  Anyone brave enough could get up in front of a rowdy bunch of guys and take off their clothes. 

 

Adam had taken her there once before and she saw 4 amateur girls strip as well as a few of the regular girls after the contest.  In Ellen’s mind only one of the amateur girls had a clue as to what she was doing.  Her movements were graceful.  She danced erotically and removed each piece of clothing on the stage.  (The other girls took off their clothes in between songs while they were offstage behind the dressing room curtain.  Two of the other girls were well received by the crowd but they were terrible dances and seemed awkward and out of place on the stage but the boys seemed to hoot and holler for them anyway as their clothes came off.  Each girl wore a garter belt where the audience could put $1 bills into and these two girls looked like they did alright as a lot of the guys were anxious to put money in their garters.

 

The fourth girl wasn’t so lucky.  She was actually the first to dance and she was real chubby.  She could dance but she was just too heavy.  Some of the boys were booing her.  Yelling at her to get off the stage.  Telling her to put her clothes back on.  But to her credit the girl seemed unfazed by it all.  She just continued her act and moved around the stage, dancing and looking into the eyes of the men sitting around the stage.  She found a couple of men who gave her money and clearly played to them as she continued her act.  The booing didn’t stop but she continued until the end and made a few dollars but not nearly as much as the other girls.  Ellen could see that the girl seemed to handle it fine but she knew that if that happened to her she would probably start to cry. 

 

Her clothes were all preplanned.  A very short pleated skirt and a tight tube top showing off plenty of her skinny belly. Under that she wore a black lacy see through bra, black bikini panties and the surprise – the tinniest thong imaginable under her panties.  To top it off she wore her highest ‘fuck me” high heels.  And a lacy garter, of course.  She had been practicing dancing in these and it was difficult to say the least.  But she thought she could take them off if the circumstances seemed to dictate that.

 

Adam brought along his two best friends, Jimmy who didn’t drink and was the designated driver and Zeke, a huge man who was 6 foot 4 and weighed in at close to 300 pounds.  Zeke had been a high school football star but blew out a knee in college and had bounced around in a number of different jobs.  In the car on the way to the club, all of them were kidding Ellen, telling her how they didn’t care about the crowd or it anyone else even came that the trip would be worth it just to see her naked body.   Zeke, who was sitting in the front passenger’s seat, kept turning around and looking at Ellen in her short skirt and making suggestive comments to her.  “How about a preview on our way there, Ellen?  Make her open her legs for us, Adam.”

 

Adam encouraged this and did make me open my legs to Zeke, who acted like Ellen had just agreed to fuck him.  What was the big deal she thought?  It’s not like here in the car, in the dark, with my black panties, on that he was going to see something.  So here, she said and spread her legs open to him.  She could feel the juices in her pussy leaking, her panties getting moist.  Adam was laughing.

 

When they got to the club, they checked in with the manager who told them to wait until there was an announcement that Amateur Night would be starting soon.  Then Ellen should proceed to the dressing room and he pointed to the farthest corner of the room where there was a door with a large bright star on it.  They found a round table a couple of rows away from the stage and ordered drinks.  Ellen had started drinking before they left home and they had a thermos of a mixed tequila drink that got passed around in the car.  She was already feeling a bit woozy and knew she would have to nurse this drink in order to be at her best.

 

On stage, a beautiful girl was just starting her act.  Half way through her first song she was joined on stage by another woman – her identical twin.  There was a pretty full crowd and they went wild when her sister showed up.  The few remaining free seats right at the stage were filled as a mad rush as each man tried to get the remaining seats first.  Dollars were being offered up toward the girls and Ellen noticed how efficient they were at acknowledging each person, doing a special movement for each before removing them of their money.  In many cases they would take the money from the guys rather than take the time to let them slip it in their garter.  But even when the guy wanted to slip it in her garter, the girl would present her leg, open the garter to ease the speed with which the operation happened. 

 

Ellen realized she was looking at the strippers in a different way and admired their fluidity.  They were literally going around the stage and collecting money non stop yet the guys seemed oblivious to this and just wanted the girls to put their naked parts in front of them.  The girls stripped off their clothes at the start of each song favoring the men who had contributed the most with the best views. They divided the stage between them, occasionally switching sides.  They were clearly in control.  Confident, beautiful, they had the guys eating out of their hand. 

 

Part 2, The Dance, can be found HERE.