Dan used a thumb to ease her outer labia apart and felt her feminine juices leak from her. His fingers lubricated, he applied two to her pulsing clitoris and soothingly manipulated the inflamed flesh back and forth, around and around, occasionally dipping a finger into her inner depths.
Katherine’s breathing became ragged. Her lithe body jerked under his influence and her elbows buckled; she nestled her pretty face into the crook of her elbow. “Yesssss,” came a muffled hiss as Dan spread more of her natural lubricant over her clitoris.
With his free hand, Dan gave her a light spank on the bottom, the print of his hand barely discernible against the backdrop of her creamy flesh.
She laughed and began to push away. “You . . . naughty . . . boy,” she chided him, gaining her feet. “Come on. Follow me.”
He rose and followed the beautiful woman down a hallway through double doors into a master suite. She turned as they entered and leaned up to kiss him hard on the mouth. Their soft lips smashed together, smearing her subtle red lipstick, and their warm, wet tongues danced together.
“You taste so good,” she muttered into his mouth while her elegant fingers coaxed free the buttons of his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders.
Dan’s right hand fell to her hip, pulling her close to him, and his left went to the back of her head, smashing lips against teeth as tongues continued a violent duel. Almost frantically, Katherine’s fingers pulled his belt free and pushed his pants down his thighs and she bent to help his feet free. Naked before her now, she turned him around and pushed him atop the plush bed at the center of the room.
“Are you sure . . . Michael’s not . . . going to show up?” Dan managed, his thick penis stiff and standing erect.
Katherine shed her heels and climbed atop the prone young man, straddling his hips. She pushed his arms above his head and lightly kissed along his chest, up his jaw.
“Yes,” she murmured. “I called him from the kitchen . . . and he was on his way home . . . from the airport.”
Feeling secure now, Dan’s hands fell to her perspiring back, sliding down the light musculature to her firm bottom. She dragged her breasts across his chest, shivering when the hair on his chest scratched across her distended nipples. She shifted forward and brushed her firm breasts across his cheek, pulling them away when Dan’s lips parted in a quest to draw a nipple into his mouth.
“Tease,” he muttered, giving her a light spank.
She kissed him fiercely on the mouth, their tongues wrapping around each other again, and ground her hips hard against him, her molten juices saturating his veiny shaft.
“Yes . . . but I please . . . too,” she moaned when the spongy mushroom head of his penis bumped against her clitoris. Her body jerked up and Dan caught one of her turgid nipples between his lips, sucking lightly.
Katherine shuddered again and placed a manicured hand behind his head, pulling his mouth tighter to her breast, her nipple pulsing in his warm mouth. His hands gripped her butt cheeks harder, pulling them apart, and her vaginal fluids coated the length of his shaft. He sucked harder and Katherine trembled above him as the fat head of his penis began to slip between her outer labia.
“Uuuggghhh!!!” she groaned, her eyes screwed shut.
Beneath her, Dan twisted his hips slightly and arched his pelvis until he felt his crown pass into her smoldering vagina. He slowly but persistently thrust up into her, feeling her labia part around his shaft, her vaginal walls stretch to accommodate him.
Katherine grunted from deep in her lungs, her face now buried in his sweaty neck. “This is . . . exactly . . . what I need.”
His hands still firmly on her butt cheeks, Dan forced his way deeper into her, pushing down on her pliant hips while at the same time arching his own. A few lunges like this and Katherine’s entire body went rigid. Her grip around his neck tightened and he felt her teeth nip at the nape of his neck. A warmth flooded the length of him and washed over his balls, tickling his perineum.
“Oh, shit,” she grunted, scrunching her trembling body tight against his, their sweat commingling between them, her nipples hard against his chest. “I’m . . . I’m . . . cumming!”
After a moment, her body went slack and she kissed him softly toward the back of his neck and up to his ear.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
Dan wrapped his arms around her torso and rolled to his side, taking Katherine with him, so that he ended up on top of her, his penis still firmly ensconced in her sodden vagina. He laced his arms beneath hers, up to her shoulders, and forced himself slowly but deeply into her. Their lips, swollen and bruised, met again and she slipped her agile tongue into his mouth.
“Hold your . . . breasts up . . . for me,” he pleaded.
Katherine’s soft hands pushed against the outside of her mounds, bunching them atop her torso, and Dan bent awkwardly to suck a protruding nipple into his parched mouth, his penis still slipping in and out of her hot wetness. Her legs rose and ankles crossed behind him, her soft heels banging into his firm butt as it rose and fell with his thrusts.
His breath short now, Dan slipped a hand beneath the perspiring woman and slid it down her back to her butt cheeks, gripping tightly. With increased urgency, he continued to push into her, driving harder and harder, forcing air from her gulping lungs.
“Yesss!” she hissed. “Harder . . . Dan . . . Harder!”
Katherine’s vagina moistened further and Dan felt himself about to slip from her fiery wetness. He pushed himself up to just his knees and pulled his shaft from her wet folds and coaxed her over to her side and then to her hands and knees. Taking hold of her pliant hips, delirious with lust as his strong fingers sunk into the supple flesh, he aligned his penis against her bare labia and gently shoved into her from behind. He paused to wipe a bead of sweat from his brow and took hold of her again, steadily increasing the pace at which his penis penetrated the beautiful, elegant woman.
“Spank me,” she whispered.
Dan complied, slapping his open palm light against her quivering butt cheeks, eyes rolling into his head as he watched the flesh of her bottom ripple with each jab of his pelvis against her.
“Yesss,” she mewled, turning her head over her shoulder, her piercing green eyes boring into his. “This . . . is . . . need.”
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Dan spanked her again, a little harder this time, and Katherine’s head fell to the mattress as she quaked beneath the young man. He leaned over her prone frame and slipped his hands beneath her quivering torso, filling his large hands with her healthy breasts, trapping her engorged nipples between his knuckles.
His thrusting forced Katherine down to her stomach but Dan kept at her, his thick, slippery penis plowing into her sopping vagina. His strong fingers kneaded her squished breasts and his lips again found her slender neck and tender ear lobe.
“You feel . . . wonderful . . . Katherine,” he groaned hotly into her ear.
“You . . . too . . . Dan,” she responded hoarsely, twisting her torso around and smashing her lips against his as he continued to pound into her from behind, nailing her to the mattress. He took the opportunity to slip a hand down her taut stomach and between her legs. A finger and then another found her inflamed clitoris and they danced across it, maneuvering the little bud to her distinct pleasure.
“Oh . . . shit!” Katherine screamed, her hips jerking against his, desperate for him to maintain pressure on her clitoris.
“You . . . like?” he grunted into her ear, her damp locks sticking to his cheek.
“Yesss! . . . Keep . . . doing . . . that!”
Dan’s fingers continued to speed over her clitoris while his penis pistoned in and out of her overheated vagina, her silky walls sending a tingling sensation down the length of him. Katherine jerked her hips involuntarily as Dan thrust into her and her pelvic bone crashed down along the sensitive underside of his shaft.
“Uuuugggghhhh!!!!” the young man groaned above her, his balls churning and convulsing.
Recognizing the pleasure she was giving him, Katherine flicked her hips again.
“Oh . . . shit!” he cried, almost literally. He collapsed atop the prone woman, his fingers losing their place against her clitoris. He slammed his full length into her, the soft cheeks of her butt firm against his stomach, and held himself inside her. “Uugghh.”
Slammed up between his penis and her butt cheeks, his balls lurched and a torrent of sperm coursed up the length of his shaft. Katherine felt the first blast of semen splash against the silken walls of her vagina and shuddered at the force.
“Cum . . . Dan!” she groaned through gritted teeth. “Cum . . . for . . . me!”
Dan cranked his hips again, jolting the stunningly beautiful woman when the full length of him slammed back into her. The head of his penis, swollen and shiny and smooth deep inside her, winked open and another blast of cum burst from within, flooding Katherine’s already sodden vagina. Another thrust nearly emptied his sac and his erratic movements slowed. He stayed buried in her for a few moments, slowly sliding his shaft in and out of her until his penis softened and slid from her steamy folds.
Dan rolled off her to his back, lying next to her on her bed, trying to catch his breath. She adjusted her position and laid a slender arm across his chest, her perspiring head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured after a few minutes.
Dan held her tight. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”
“For that. For doing this to you.”
He laughed good-naturedly. “If you’re apologizing to me for this, I want to you start apologizing every day.”
She slapped him lightly on the chest but then laughed along with him. “Really. I took advantage of you.”
“No you didn’t, Katherine. No more than I took advantage of you.”
She remained quiet for a few minutes.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” she asked, a manicured finger tracing imaginary figures over his firm stomach.
“Of course.”
“No. I mean from the beginning. That’s why you started coming to all those gallery events, isn’t it? You wanted this to happen?”
Unseen, Dan blushed. “Yeah. I guess so.”
She was quiet again for a moment. “Well, it worked. You’re quite charming.”
Dan pushed her onto her back and kissed her softly on the mouth. His lips trailed down her jaw line and she tilted her neck away from him, giving him access to that erogenous spot beneath her ear. Wet kisses followed until is soft lips found a still erect nipple, sucking it into his mouth, before he fell back to the bed.
“Katherine, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“It’s an inappropriate question. I was raised to never ask it.”
“Go ahead. I don’t care.”
He paused before continuing. “How old are you?”
She raised an eyebrow and then propped herself up on an elbow, facing him, her manicured nails walking along his chest again. “Forty three.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
“I was just wondering.”
“Wondering what?”
Dan pushed Katherine to her back again and rolled on top of her. He prodded the woman’s athletic legs apart and dragged his hardening shaft down the furrow of her bare vaginal lips, lubricating it in her thick juices.
“What . . . are you . . . doing?” she panted. She was surprised but her slender fingers pulled at his hips, nails digging into his flesh frantically, hoping to pull the blood-engorged shaft back into her.
Above her, Dan nestled the head of his penis between her flowered labia. “Trying to figure out how many times twenty-seven goes into forty three,” he responded, slamming into her.
“Yessssss!!!!!!”
The End
Bonnie’s Backyard
“You are now divorced.”
The arbitrator announced the end of my marriage. After years of suffering her lying, cheating and stealing I was finally free! Of course the courts gave her most of the money and the house. My lawyer warned me this would occur. In my state, the women are given preferential treatment. Time to start over.
First step, find a place to live. I have enough of a down payment for a modest house but it will take some time. My real estate agent is good but it will probably take a few months before I have my own place. In the meantime, where to hang my coat?
I looked at apartments close to work. Not to bad but pricey. I was considering a roommate. Not thrilled at sharing a place with someone though. I complained about this at work and our secretary suggested I rent a room. The best idea yet!
I asked about and found quite a few places. Seems all the mortgage problems created a nice market for renting rooms. My search was on!
It looked at few before I found my new place. Mrs. Whitmore was pleasant and needed help paying the mortgage. Mr. Whitmore had passed a few years before and with the economy getting worse her fixed income was not enough anymore.
We chatted a bit and she escorted me to the room. It was over the garage. One large open space. There was a sink against the inside wall and windows on the other three. Even a back door with outside stairs ending at a small balcony. While not a home it was certain homey.
“Mrs. Whitmore, if you’ll have me I would love to move in today.”
She surprised me with an application. Mrs. Whitmore is nobody’s fool.
After I passed the credit and background checks Mrs. Whitmore called me to make the arrangements for me to move. As I did not have much it only took one day to get all my stuff up the stairs and in the room.
I arranged everything and looked around my new home. I was content. My bed, computers and books were handy. I had a full bathroom downstairs and a balcony upstairs. Mrs. Whitmore even promised me curtains to match my décor.
A few weeks passed and Spring arrived. It had been a cold Winter and it looked like the entire neighborhood awoke from their slumber. I admit to feeling smug watching everyone work on their lawns and doing all those home repairs. It was nice to simply come home from work without a list of more work to be done.
Then that fateful Saturday arrived. I got up early to exercise. I try to do push-ups and bike a few times each week with Saturday being the big day. I got the push ups completed. I maneuvered the exercise bike from the back wall so I could take in the view from my back window. That is when I saw her. So beautiful!
She looked to be under six feet tall with dirty blonde hair pulled into a long ponytail. She wore shorts that framed her ass perfectly. Her legs were pale and curved in the right places. The halter-top was loose but I could make out her bosom underneath.
Not realizing it I was holding my breath and just starting agape.
She also sported a large straw hat the effectively hid her face from my spying eyes. I stood there watching her work in the flower garden, pulling weeds and turning over the topsoil.
I took in every movement. She would bend over and I would gasp. She would squat and I imagined being underneath her. I know it had been awhile since I enjoyed a good fuck but she had me worked up like never before!
My own shorts were getting tight as blood flowed to my cock. My mystery girl stood straight up and stretched. Her shirt was tight over her chest and yes! Her nipples poked through, big ones at that.
Without thinking I pulled my zipper down and pulled my now fully erect dick out and stroked it. I closed my eyes and imagined what I would do to this woman. I heard a screen door close causing me to open my eyes. She was gone!
Well. I was far too gone to stop. My cum shot out, my legs became weak, my breathing labored. I had not expirenced an orgasm like that in years. I looked down at my mess and knew I needed to clean up and also knew my exercise was done for the day. In fact, not much else got done that day at all.
I was up early Sunday hoping for more yard work to be done but, none today. I went about my day disappointed but on edge. Each noise could be her. Each moment might be the one she returned. She never appeared.
As was our custom now, Mrs. Whitmore prepared a big breakfast of pancakes and sausages for us. I think she missed having her husband with her. As we enjoyed a delicious meal I got around to asking about the neighbors. The ever practical Mrs. Whitmore went through a list of the entire neighbor. Finally mentioning our back yard neighbor, Bonnie!
She did not know much about Bonnie. Except for two salient facts, Bonnie was available and had a bit of a reputation. I hardly noticed her frown when she mentioned Bonnie.
After helping clean up the breakfast dished I sulked in my apartment hoping for a glance of beautiful Bonnie. However, as the sun set my sadness grew and I flopped on to my bed. Bonnie never ventured into her backyard.
Conjuring images from yesterday I thought about what I would to with her in my room. First, those shorts have to come off. I would kiss her and cup her ass with both hands. While still kissing I can unbutton the shorts and ease them over her hips. In my mind she does not have any panties. Just a shaved pussy already wet and opening for me.
With tongues intertwined I slide my hand over her mound. Wetting my finger with her juices. Teasing the clit, feeling her moan as she gets more excited. By now her hands have moved from my back to my front. One on my shoulder, the other on my rapidly hardening crotch.
She unbuckles my belt and frees my dick by yanking my pants down to my ankles. Standing erect once more we resume kissing. Our passion rising. The physical touch, skin against skin, is overwhelming. Her scent intoxicating. I step between her legs and catch her as she starts to fall. We are in perfect sync now. We know what will happen and move to make it so.
I pick her up and place her over my cock. She grabs it with one hand to guide it right into her cunt. I allow her to slide down engulfing my entire length. With a grunt she starts grinding against me. The feeling is painfully exquisite. Holding her steady in my arms she squeezes me, pulling me into her, taking all I have to offer.
We keep this up for what seems like forever. I feel her body convulse and know she has just cum, cum all over me. Are bodies are meshed together, her arms weakly draped over my shoulders.
Holding her I slowly make my way to my bed and lay her down there. We remained entangled. As I move my hips she cries out in pleasure encouraging me to keep going, keep fucking.
I start with slow strokes. Pulling all but my tip out and ease it back in just a slow. She tells me to stop teasing and fuck. Smiling, I pick up my pace. Faster and faster I move. More and more she cries out. Moaning, she repeats, “cum, cum, cum…”
My balls tighten and I erupt jet after jet of hot sperm into her. My entire body shakes, I see flashing lights, my skin has electricity flowing over it. Sight and smells are everywhere but no longer matter. Right now she and I are one, nothing else exists.
I open eyes and look around my room. White globs of sperm decorate my stomach and chest. I am alone but know my backyard Bonnie can be conjured anytime
The End
First Time Nudist
I was on a business trip to Sydney, Australia and looking through a guide book to see what I could do during my time off. I had already walked across the Sydney Harbour Bridge, toured the Opera House and taken the ferry to Manley but the thing that caught my eye Sunday morning was the nude beach at Lady Bay.
As a teen, I had avoided school showers. I was the tall skinny kid, known more for my academic rather than athletic abilities. In college I took up hiking and other outdoor activities and was in general good health, but still stayed away from any activities that required that I be naked in a group setting. After college I moved to New England and gradually dropped most of my exercise activities in favor of my hobbies.
However, as I approached middle age, my family history of cardiac problems caught up with me and I ended up having angioplasty. No damage had been done and my doctor put me on a vigorous exercise program to control my blood pressure and cholesterol. I started going to the gym after work several evenings a week. However, remembering the embarrassment of pre-teen school showers, I quickly put street clothes over my gym gear and spent as little time as possible in the locker room. This was fine until it started to get cold outside. Driving home in sweaty clothes became uncomfortable and I finally braved going into the shower, avoiding being there when others were showering.
I knew I would eventually meet up with others and when it happened it wasn’t the dreaded experience I had expected. While uncomfortable, I soon realized that a few of the others had penises almost as short as I was although invariably much thicker. Over the next year I became more comfortable and came to accept my body image and often wondered if a would dare to go skinny dipping, something my high school friends had often talked about but I would never dream of doing.
So it was that morning in Sydney. I looked up the public bus routes and found out how to get to Watson’s Bay and the walk to Lady Bay. I set out with a towel from the hotel, my sunscreen and some reading material. This was going to be a lot different from a quick trip into the shower. While I had read that public nudity was not sexual, I was very fearful of getting an erection while in the presence of naked women and I hoped that a book would take my mind off my nakedness.
I walked from the bus stop towards the location the guidebook had indicated and eventually came to an open area on the paved walk overlooking the bay. It was close to noon and the beach was quite crowded with naked people, mostly men but several women as well. I lost my nerve and continued up the walk for quite a ways before coming back again. After several more minutes, I got up my courage and walked down the path and stairs onto the beach. I walked north several hundred yards looking for a more private area. This was my first time and I already felt all eyes were on me. Finding no free space, I turned around and walked south past the stairs and into a more rocky area with far fewer sunbathers.
I put my towel over a rock, sat down and removed my sneakers and shirt. Then, without actually standing up I removed my slacks and underwear and sat down again. I was stark naked in public and thrilled with the feeling of freedom it gave me. I put my clothes into the canvas travel bag, took out the sunscreen and rubbed it liberally over my face and body. I had applied it to my genitals before leaving the hotel, as I didn’t want to be seen handling myself. Still concerned about an erection, I barely dared to even look at my groin area. When I did, I was actually pleased that I had retracted to a tiny stump almost hidden in my curly bush.
I sat in the same place for about 20 minutes and then looked around for a more comfortable spot where I could lay down. Finding one about 100 yards away, I picked up my things and walked over to it. Another triumph! I had walked naked on the beach. OK, nobody close by, but I had done it. I spread out the towel, used my travel bag as a headrest and lay down. I started reading but also scanned the area for others. From time to time, several men came by, some alone or in small groups. Most glanced my way and I felt quite comfortable with that. While watching one group coming towards me from the south, I hadn’t noticed three women coming from the beach entrance. They past behind me but were quite close and as they were on higher ground would get a clear view of my genitals if they had looked my way. I don’t know if they saw anything, but I really wanted them to see how small I was especially as the men coming the other way were all well endowed.
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After several hours I figured I had more than enough sun for one day so I folded up my towel, put my clothes back on and headed back to the stairs. I past several naked women, most older but a few younger and very sexy looking as well. The articles I had read were right. Seeing naked women in public was sexy, but not erotic. It all seemed very natural. I was definitely coming back here if I could get some time off in the middle of the week when it was less crowded.
I had a breakfast meeting Wednesday morning that lasted until around 9 and I declined a group trip to the Blue Mountains. I hurried back to my hotel, changed to beach gear, remembering to apply sunscreen to my genitals and headed for the bus. The beach was not completely empty but there were plenty of open places in the sandy area that was most popular on the weekend. I spread out my towel, stripped off and sat down with my back propped against the bank that went up to the paved walkway. While not as self conscious as last time, I was still fully retracted which I’ve come to accept, being that way most of the time when naked in the showers back home.
More people started coming as noon approached and eventually three 20-something year olds stopped near me. Two of them stripped off right away and headed for the water. The third struck up a conversation with me as he busied himself pumping up an air mattress and finding some shade to place his cooler. When his companions returned we all started talking about things in general. They had never been out of Australia and were anxious to hear about places in the US they’d heard about. It all seemed so natural. Far more relaxed then the almost furtive interaction in the gym locker room.
After one exchange with my newfound friends I was surprised by a voice behind me. Looking around I discovered that a couple had spread out a blanket close by. They had heard my accent and asked where I was from. Their son was in college in Seattle and as I was originally from Washington State, I was able to relate to what their son was telling them about his experiences. Through all this, I was painfully aware that I was having a conversation with an attractive naked woman and her husband. I’ve always had to remind myself when talking to women to look at their face and not sneak a peak at the cleavage. This was much more of a challenge. I focused on talking with the husband but when he looked away I sneaked a glance her way. I was petrified to find out that she was looking intently at my groin area. I was rolled slightly in her direction so she certainly had a clear view from less than 10 feet away. I leaned over to pick up my book as a pretext to roll away so I wasn’t actually facing her.
Some time later, I was starting to sweat as the sun became hotter so decided to be brave and walk down to the shore. I waited until no one was walking by, got up and dashed quickly into the water. It wasn’t as cool as swimming in New England and I enjoyed a leisurely time drifting back and forth. Before long, Jim, the husband joined me and we swam together for a while. We were standing together with the water chest high when a boat came up to the shore about 100 yards from us. Jim told me they sold refreshments from the boat and asked if I wanted anything. I had brought some food with me, but nothing to drink. I also had no money with me. One disadvantage of no pockets. Jim had a small cloth sack tied around his neck and offered to spot me for a soft drink. He also bought two as well as some sandwiches. I helped him carry everything back to where we had been laying. Half way there, I realized that I was now walking directly towards his wife who was watching us, his long penis and pendulous testicles flopping back and forth and mine retracted on top of my shriveled scrotum.
It’s hard to describe how free I felt. An attractive woman watching us and able to compare my small manhood with her husband’s respectable package. In high school I would have been devastated by this, but now I not only accepted it but was thrilled at her seeing my penis, certainly the smallest one on the beach that day. I moved my towel closer to them and we ate lunch together, chatting and laughing together. When two men came walking down the beach, she was the one commenting on their tattoos and the fact that one of them had a ring pierced through his penis. She said that she had asked Jim once if he wanted to have his penis pierced and looking down asked me if I had ever considered it. I looked at myself, now more relaxed and sporting a less than 2" thin wrinkled dick. I laughed and said that there wasn’t enough to pierce. Still looking at me, she replied that I would look cute with a small silver ring.
I left about an hour latter feeling better about myself than I have ever felt. When I got back home, I immediately located the nearest clothing optional beach and go there every chance I get. Unfortunately in New England, the season isn’t all that long, but I look forward to business trips to Florida and California and always plan a few extra days to free myself.
The End
Further Depravity in Rhode Island
Chapter One
Libby grimaced as the burning cigarette sizzled against her left nipple. As she bit her lip, Pepper grinned at Kerrigan.
“You see? She’s such a good girl, she’s been trained to hold still while I use her boobie as an ashtray.” Pepper snickered, and cracked her gum.
Kerrigan was just amazed! The night before, after he’d asked Libby to marry him, she’d said, “There’s something you need to know about me and my roommate, Pepper.”
Libby had breathed heavily, fiddling with the diamond ring Kerrigan had just given her, and, dropping her eyes, she’d said:
“Possibly you’ll change your mind about marrying me, Kerrigan, but you have to know!”
Kerrigan couldn’t believe there was anything that could upset or dissuade him from marrying the beautiful, auburn haired Libby, but the present situation was very unusual.
Libby was naked, kneeling on the floor with her hands locked behind her back, and her roommate Pepper, Libby’s antithesis in class and demeanor, was burning Libby’s breast with a Lucky Strike!
Earlier this afternoon, Libby had been trying to negotiate with Pepper, while Kerrigan stood there, puzzled. “I-I want Kerrigan to understand the complexities of our relationship, Pepper…you can explain it to him.”
Pepper had looked up lazily at them, admittedly rather enchanting in her pink crotcheted crop top with black bra underneath…and then returned to her fashion magazine.
Libby had looked at her with pleading eyes
Kerrigan couldn’t understand why Libby would even associate with someone as vulgar as Pepper.
As an assistant prosecutor, Kerrigan had tried an embezzlement case against Maurice “Buddy” Cistulli, manager of a local café, who claimed Pepper, a waitress had “forced” him to steal nearly twenty thousand dollars over a thirteen month period.
Although Kerrigan had thought this excuse of Cistulli’s ridiculous, he had interviewed Pepper as a material witness, and knew she was no damn good.
Discovering later that she was involved with his fiancée, was really a disappointment.
And Libby begging this cheap bitch to “tell all” was a puzzle!
“You want me to tell him everything, Libby?” Pepper had asked genially. “Show him everything?”
Libby blanched, but she nodded. “I-I really function more honestly the way things are, Pepper, and I-I accept it as my lifestyle.”
As Kerrigan gaped, Pepper had stood up lazily. “Aaw…but what about your therapist? Didn’t he tell you to leave me, because I wasn’t good for you?”
Libby’s eyes had filled with tears. “N-no, I know that Dr. Malread was wrong, Pepper, and-and I—”
Kerrigan had taken Libby’s arm protectively. “Libby, honey, I don’t know what this is about, but—” Pepper’s harsh laugh had interrupted him.
“What your precious little girlfriend doesn’t want to say is that she’s a fat lazy slug, and she needs me to pound her ass into shape, to let her know what a worm she is.”
Libby had then begun crying, and nodding. “That’s right, Pepper—I just want Kerrigan to understand—my needs—”
At this point, Pepper had grinned and snapped her fingers. “So take your rags off and lets show him what a putrid pile of pus you really are, Elizabeth. Get naked!”
Libby had protested briefly, “K-Kerrigan hasn’t seen me without clothing yet, Pepper..we’re not at that place—” But Pepper had narrowed her eyes, and Libby had, amazingly stripped naked, kneeling in front of her roommate.
Now Libby was cuffed and kneeling, and Pepper was using Libby’s beautiful brown areola as a cruel ashtray…and Libby was taking it!
And my God, Kerrigan thought, she has “PEPPER” tattooed on her left breast!
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Chapter Two
“This is—this is what you want, Libby?” Kerrigan asked as Pepper, now having put out her cigarette on Libby’s breast, was torturing it with a knitting needle.
“It’s what –ow!-I need, Kerrigan” Libby said, tears rolling from her eyes as the cruel needle punched her nipple again and again.
How awful this was, Libby kept trying to tell herself, but her clitoris was soaking in juice.
Oh, lord. H. Kerrigan Garnier was quite a catch. Handsome, successful, and from what her mother had told her, from old money as well.
“Much better for you, dear than that awful Scarnella girl you were spending time with” Mother had said. But Libby couldn’t stay away!
Pepper had walked out cheerfully when Libby had told her she “needed space”, and when Libby begged Pepper to come back, a year later, Pepper had given her a vicious caning…
But the leaving was so much more painful for Libby! OW! Oh, that damned needle.
It was humiliating having her fiancée watch this subjugation, but Libby knew that at some point, Kerrigan would have to take over her domination, as there was nothing else that sexually satisfied her.
That had been the real reason that Libby had never allowed Kerrigan to take her clothes off—she wasn’t interested in regular sex. (Also, the PEPPER tattoo would have been much too hard to explain).
But now, would Kerrigan be aroused by what Pepper was putting Libby through? Would he want to become Libby’s Master? OW! The needle had gone directly through the nipple again!
As fascinated by Pepper’s torture of Libby’s heavy breasts as he could be, Kerrigan was much more aroused for different reasons.
Kerrigan’s attention was distracted by a curious thing on the dining room table—a long piece of thin metal wire with the end rolled in the sort of black tape that Kerrigan and his brothers had used for their hockey sticks.
“My God, is that-that a straightened coat hanger?” Kerrigan asked curiously. Pepper looked up, and, much to Libby’s relief, dropped the knitting needle for a moment.
Standing up, Pepper went to the dining room table and picked up the wire from the tape end.
“Yup, this is my Reminder…I use it to keep Libby’s mind on her chores. Wanna see?” Pepper looked over at Libby, who clearly had a fear of the Reminder.
Crooking her finger and smiling evilly, Pepper smiled. “Come on precious baby” she said in honeyed tones. “It’s time for some reminding, to show Mr. Garnier…”
“N-not the Reminder, Pepper.” Libby said hesitantly. “I-I did all my chores today, ma’am.” Libby could barely catch her breath in terror.
The Reminder was indeed a cruel instrument of torture. Could she get out of this unpleasantness?
Libby could handle the paddle, the cane, even the Scottish tawse, and that horrible leather scourge that Pepper had bought at the flea market last month, the one that had opened a vicious welt on Libby’s thigh.
But the Reminder had a terrible effect on Libby, the pain was just unbearable!
“P-please, Pepper, don’t-don’t use the Reminder on me, I-I-” But Pepper was tapping the Reminder in one manicured hand, and crooking her finger. Oh that nasty smile.
“Come on, Sugar. You know it’ll be worse for you if Momma has to come and get you.”
Oh, God. Libby and Pepper used to play together as children, and when Mother had gotten “miffed” at Libby, and brought out the hairbrush, that was what she’d say, and Pepper remembered!
Libby began crying heavily, but she staggered over to Pepper, who smiled at Kerrigan.
“My little princess can take the Reminder on her boobies and then also on her tushie…what would you like to see, Kerrigan?”
Libby looked at Kerrigan, the white flag flying in her eyes. Please, take me out of here, Kerrigan! I’ll get therapy, and give up this masochist nonsense! Rescue me!
Kerrigan, though was fascinated. “The breasts first, please.” Libby dropped her auburn head.
“No, no, shoulders back, Elizabeth!” Pepper said solemnly. “Arch your back and show us your honeys…they’ve been primed by the cigarettes and the knitting needles, let’s go!”
Libby gritted her teeth, and shut her streaming eyes and jutted out her breasts desperately, her hands still manacled behind her back. Can I do it! Oh, help me bear the…
WHACK! A thin stream of red hell slashed both nipples at the same time, and Libby, her sensitive breasts on fire, nearly buckled over.
As she was to fall, Pepper helpfully grabbed Libby’s scalp and held her up.
“Now, then, girlie…ready for another?” Ignoring Libby’s desperate head shaking, Pepper swung again, this time with true vigor.
WHACK! Libby was dizzy with pain. “What do you say to Momma, darling?”
Libby gritted her teeth, breathed heavy, and then spoke. “Th-thank you for the Reminder, Miss Pepper. May I have another?”
WHACK! WHACK! Oh, Jeez….Libby’s breasts felt as if they were being attacked by rabid vultures.
“Now we’ll demonstrate on the buttocks, I think.” Pepper said. “Elizabeth if you will, bend over the—” But Kerrigan held up his hand.
“No, Kerrigan, this is good for her, and—” But Kerrigan waved his hand again.
“I’ve no doubt it’s good for her, Pepper—Miss Pepper. But I was wondering how it would feel—this coat hanger thing—on me. Just curious, of course.”
Libby gasped, but Pepper just snapped her fingers, and Kerrigan began swiftly removing his clothes.
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Chapter Three
Damn, there’s another one. Flying miniskirt, pink legs, dashing across the street.
These damn high schoolers! OUCH! The Fun Pouch was doing its job.
Kerrigan’s penis swelled against the needles as he steered the Lexus. Almost home.
It was impossible to ignore all the cute girls, or his random thoughts, even though he’d replaced his cute receptionist with a fat old hag, and fired his hot paralegal…
Even the gay guy who was taking his depositions now kinda turned Kerrigan on a bit.
And every erection he had these days of course was quelled by the tiny leather bag he wore locked round his crotch, the needle filled Fun Pouch that Pepper had given him.
“Well, Buddy Cistulli doesn’t need it any more” she’d said right before locking it on.
Then Pepper had impulsively flashed her breasts at Kerrigan, pulling down her tube top, and he’d gotten so excited that the pain had bowled him over.
Fourteen months later, you’d think Kerrigan would be able to control his erections, but it never quite worked out that way.
The last time Miss Pepper had allowed him to jerk off to orgasm, 83 days ago, it had been quite painful with all the sores and blisters on his wee-wee.
As Kerrigan mounted the porch steps to their Tudor, a gift from Libby’s rich grandparents, he noted a brown package from the Little Shop in New Hampshire.
God I wonder what this is…the Fun Pouch is bad enough!
Kerrigan let himself in the house, locking the door behind him. Quickly he signed in, recording his time getting home on the wall chart, Pepper would be checking.
He also noted that he’d had a bowel movement at three p.m., so there hopefully would be no need for an enema…hopefully.
He heard some snuffling and whining, what was that?
Oh Jesus, there was a bald, welted figure sobbing on her knees in the corner. Naked as the day she was born.
“I just can’t get it right” the figure sobbed. “Why am I such a pig?”
What had Libby done this time?
Yes, Pepper had freshly shaved Libby’s head—Libby’s hair was a terrible conceit—and slightly injured her, either with the hazel cane or with the Reminder.
Libby’s shoulders, back, buttocks and upper thighs looked as if a lawn mower had run over her!
For a moment, Libby turned around to see who was there, but she was blind of course—Pepper made Libby wear horrible opaque contact lenses that prevented her seeing anything when she was in the house.
“Kerry? Honey? Is that you?” Kerrigan said nothing, noting that Libby’s nipples were cruelly clamped with heavy rat-traps.
“Kerrigan? Are you there?”
Damn, those lenses really do keep her blind. “Yes, Libby, and you’d better turn around before Miss Pepper catches you.”
Giles was harsh, but he didn’t want to see Libby get in trouble. Amazing how she could sense him with her temporarily blinded eyes.
Libby had learned to do the housework rather effectively, even with the lenses!
“Shitty dusting job, Elizabeth!” SLASH! WHACK! SMACK! The Reminder seemed to work even more effectively when Libby couldn’t avoid it…
Pepper had seen the movie “A Patch of Blue” and had been aroused and fascinated that the blind girl kept house for her abusive mother…so she took action with Libby!
And there was no Sidney Poitier to save Libby, either!
Even if Kerrigan could have helped Libby out, he really had little regard for her…all his love was for Pepper. Libby was just a bothersome sibling.
The phone rang. Kerrigan picked it up. “Yes, Mother.” Kerrigan said, and paused.
“The wedding gifts were fabulous. Libby is quite happy. Yes, her roommate moved here with us. She’s a-a tenant now.”
What a laugh! Kerrigan thought as he bid Mother goodbye. Pepper slept in the master bedroom and her two slaves on the floor around the bed, except when they were locked in closets or cages in the basement “dungeon.”
Suddenly the kitchen door opened, and Pepper came out, dressed in a bathrobe.
Kerrigan suddenly began undressing, throwing his clothes in a heap by the door. Dropping to his knees, he bowed his head before Miss Pepper.
“I got home on time, Miss Pepper.” Kerrigan said quickly. “And-and Libby didn’t keep perfect posture in the corner…just thought you should know.”
Kerrigan never thought he would turn into a snitch, he’d been the toughest kid in the group he ran around with in high school, and also was a Desert Storm combat veteran, but Pepper had made him into a little girl, a tattletale, basically…no shame.
By offering little favors, Pepper had Libby and Kerrigan tattling on each other all the time!
“Well now” Pepper said pleasantly. “Pig One is in her proper corner, and Pig Two is home. My cup runneth over.”
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As she chuckled, she kicked Kerrigan in the groin. This slammed the needles of the Fun Pouch right into the sensitive area.
From practice, Kerrigan gritted his teeth and stayed kneeling He looked up with tears in his eyes.
Pepper stepped out of her bathrobe and Kerrigan noted she was wearing French bikini underwear, her heavy breasts swinging.
“Stand up, Kellyanne” she said, using Kerrigan’s in-house nickname.
Kerrigan got to his feet gingerly. His cock began inflating, stimulated by the light ruffles around Pepper’s cleavage.
Suddenly Pepper took Kerrigan in her arms and gave him a deep tongue kiss, grinding her breasts and crotch against him.
Kerrigan’s crotch felt like it was on fire, as his penis became fully erect. The Fun Pouch would have been painful enough without needles, as it was small enough to crush his balls against his penis quite painfully when erect…
But the thousand needles…or at least it felt like a thousand—that punctured Kerrigan’s penis and scrotum when he became aroused made his lower area feel like a Bermuda Triangle.
Pepper continued slurpily kissing Kerrigan’s mouth, face and neck. She was wearing shiny red lip gloss,and her boobs, in the push-up bra, were driving him crazy…
And his downward extremities were in holocaust…such pain.
Finally, he broke away from her and dropped to his knees, with his hands on his Fun Pouch, weeping and crying desperately.
Pepper pretended to look hurt. “What’s wrong, baby…don’t you like it when I kiss you?”
“No, no, Miss Pepper, I love you, but the Pouch…” Kerrigan’s eyes pleaded with her.
“Please, can I take it off…oh please, Miss Pepper!” Kerrigan was in total pain.
Now Pepper looked annoyed. “You don’t like the Fun Pouch I gave you? And it’s your little present?” KICK! Pepper’s high heel punched the Fun Pouch into Kerrigan’s groin again, and he fell over, groaning.
Bored, Pepper turned to Libby in the corner. “Elizabeth! Scum-slut! Let’s get it together…come to Momma…”
Libby, sniffling, got up carefully, feeling her way up the wall with her nose (as her hands were cuffed), and turned walking hesitantly towards Pepper’s voice.
From his position on the floor, Kerrigan saw the opaque eyeballs, and felt sorry for her…as the senior slave, Libby got much worse treatment from Miss Pepper!
“P-Pepper?” Libby said haltingly. “I-I’m so sorry I did a bad job cleaning the cesspool…it might’ve helped if I could’ve used my hands…are you still mad?”
Pepper looked down at Kerrigan and put a finger to her lips. Stealthily, she reached behind the couch and picked up the New Reminder.
“No-no honey…Pepper’s not mad at you” Such a soft voice. “I just want you to come here and have a nice hug, from Pepper.”
Kerrigan felt a lump in his throat. The New Reminder was three straightened coat hangers bound together by stitched leather, instead of the clumsy hockey tape.
Libby smiled beneath the blank eyes as she continued to walk slowly towards Pepper’s soothing tones. “Oh, Pepper, it’s been so long since you gave me a hug…I can’t believe it!”
Pepper came a little closer and lifted the New Reminder. Kerrigan closed his eyes.
The slashing and Libby’s betrayed screams over the next three minutes were deplorable.
Especially when one of the mousetraps was knocked off Libby’s breast and hit Kerrigan on the head.
Soon, Kerrigan and Libby were kneeling side by side, both now cuffed and lensed. Kerrigan could see nothing through the opaque lenses, and took little comfort that Libby had been wearing hers all day.
From the sounds of it, Pepper had opened the package from the Little Shop.
“Ah yes, my Chest Buzzers!” Pepper said happily. Kerrigan wished he could exchange a glance with Libby, or at least see what a Chest Buzzer was.
“Hmm…these instructions…yes, yes, pierced nipples are helpful, both of you have pierced nipples” Pepper was mumbling in a businesslike way.
Kerrigan tried to strain his eyes against the opaque lenses, but it was impossible—he might as well have been Stevie Wonder. What was going on?
A scream from Libby told him that something had happened, and all of a sudden there was a pinch at his right nipple, and then his left…
Oh, that hurt.
Something heavy was hanging on Kerrigan’s nipples. But that wasn’t abnormal.
Pepper often hung all sorts of heavy weights through fish line looped through his nipples…this wasn’t that heavy, thank goodness.
But what was it?
“And now for the control panel” came Pepper’s voice. “All right, kids, now for the fun.”
BZZZZZZZZZZZzzt!!! Searing pain shot through Kerrigan’s nipples, and from Libby’s screams, her Chest Buzzer was working as well.
“Get on your feet and dance, my blind mice!” came Pepper’s cheerful voice. “Go it, and go it fast!”
But it was almost impossible to get on your feet when you had no balance because your hands were manacled, Kerrigan found, and felt himself falling clumsily into Libby’s body.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzt! A disciplinary buzz from the Chest Buzzer had Kerrigan on his feet in no time, and he began dancing desperately….
He felt himself knocking into a table as the dance continued, his nipples were burning, but now the buzzing receded, just for a moment…
He heard Pepper’s laughter as she pressed the buzzer again!
The End
Forfeits
My husband Ron and I like to play sexual games. One game that we sometimes play is Forfeits, this is where I am given some task to fulfil and if I fail I have to take a note from the Lucky Dip jar and act out whatever is written on it. These have ranged from relatively mild things, such as leaving off my panties and flashing my nakedness in a pub, to very severe things like inviting a strange Master from a sex contact mag, to come and beat me. Even though I find some of these forfeits disgusting, I never the less, end up enjoying them.
This is about one forfeit that I found particularly objectionable. There is an acquaintance of Ron’s who is, to say the least, repulsive. His name is Gus and could easily be mistaken for a tramp. A Hippie type who never washes, has long greasy hair and smells to high heaven. When I read the forfeit that I was to call at this guys house on an errand for my husband and allow him to seduce me, well, I rebelled. I put my foot down.
“That’s against the rules.” said Ron. You can only refuse something that could cause physical harm." He of course was right. I had agreed to the rules and being masochistic, I really revel in being made to do things. So off I went, beautifully turned out. See through blouse and no bra. Very short black skirt with splits up the side that allowed my stocking tops and suspenders to be seen and very high heels. I of course was wearing a full length Mac for walking through the streets. Gus didn’t live far. When Gus opened the door he was positively drooling. I had the front of my Mac open and my breasts were visible through my blouse.
“Come in! Come in!” said Gus and ushered me into the front room that was his bed/sitting room. There was a mattress on the floor where he slept. No bedding. The only furniture was one kitchen chair. “Have a seat.” said Gus pointing to the chair.
“Thank you.” I replied as I removed my Mac and placed it on the chair so that I could sit on it. Gus sat on the mattress. He was directly level with my crutch and as I could see him staring between my legs, I opened them slightly.
“Mmmm! Now what is it I can do for you!” asked Gus.
“Well, Ron asked me to call and see if you had finished with the books that he had lent you.” I stammered. I held a hanky to my nose, the smells in the place where getting to me.
“Oh. Do you mean the ones with girls showing their open cunts or the ones with girls being fucked?” he asked.
“I don’t really know which ones.” I said and opened my legs a bit more. I could see that Gus must have thought it was his birthday and Christmas rolled into one. He stared openly at my pussy and licked his lips.
“Open cunt ones are great, don’t you think?” he said as he moved closer. He put his hands on both of my knees and tried to prise my legs even farther apart. When his hands touched me, even though it was through my stockings, it still made my skin crawl. Here I was, offering myself to this smelly, unshaved, unwashed Hippie. I was totally repulsed and totally turned on at the same time. He raised my legs over his shoulders and buried his face in my pussy.
“Your cunt smells lovely.” he said.
“Thank you.” was all I could think of to say.
“You take good care of your cunt, don’t you.” he said between slurps into my inner private parts.
“Yes I do, I like to look after my pussy.” I panted, his tongue was getting to me, he was really turning me on. I suppose it was the whole bizarre situation that was helping to stimulate me.
“Say ‘I like to look after my cunt.” he demanded.
“I like to look after my pussy.” I said. “AAaaaaaggghhh!!!” I screamed as he sunk his teeth into my pussy lips.
“OK. OK I look after my CUNT.” I screeched. “Suck my CUNT. Suck it!”
“Say please.” he said, looking up at me from between my thighs.
“Please.” I replied softly.
“Not good enough.” he said as he stood up, taking me with him. He turned around and dropped me onto the bare mattress. All the screaming that I had been doing had attracted attention and I could see 3 other Hippies stood in the doorway, watching.
“Don’t just stand there.” Gus said to them. “Come and help.” They didn’t need to be asked twice. The 3 of them dived onto the mattress. I was held down as they helped themselves; they just tore my clothes off, hands where all over me, grabbing my breasts and pussy. Mouths where sucking on me. My nipples where chewed on, love bites covered my breasts and stomach. Fingers where shoved up my pussy and bottom. I was hating it and loving it at he same time. I wanted them to stop and I wanted them to go on and on forever. I was writhing, screaming, moaning. I didn’t know who was doing what, I was just enjoying every minute of it.
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