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The Ex- Con(mf, nc, group, bond, dom, rape)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
(If this - mf, nc, group, bond, dom, rape - aren't your thing, don't read
this. They aren't mine, either but I wrote it anyway. Go figure.)
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personal use is allowed. Consider this introduction part of the story.
(Be patient, there is sex in this story but it starts with a plot.)
Prologue
The basic plot is from a dream (at night, while sleeping) I had on Labor Day
weekend. I filled in details and smoothed over some of those nonsensical
plot twists that happen in dreams to make it more of a readable story but
the real "guts" of this were created subconsciously. "Rod" is a real
person, although his name is changed even though there's no way anyone would
make any connection to his identity. Bruce and Tom are fictitious although
typical of the friends Rod has had throughout his life--tough, law breakers,
womanizers, usually smart, etc. I have not heard from Rod in approximately
3 years. Shortly after the last time we communicated, he got out of the
local jail for breaking and entering and theft. Last I heard, he was in or
headed for prison. I don't know what the charges were.
"Ex-con Dream"
My husband had left for a "weekend with the guys" before I made it home from
work on Friday. I dress casually for work on Fridays and this day I was
wearing a low cut blouse and mini-skirt. To make myself more comfortable, I
kicked off my high heels and removed my garter belt and hose. I poured
myself a glass of pop and flipped through my mail. All junk. I went into
the kitchen and tackled the dirty dishes. If I didn't do anything else
productive this weekend, at least the dishes were done.
Just as I drained and rinsed the sink, I heard the back doorbell ring.
Probably my mother or my mother-in-law. I wasn't expecting anyone and
salespeople don't come to the back door. I went to the back and opened the
door. I couldn't believe who was standing at the door smiling at me. It
was Rod.
Rod's mother was an old friend of the family but the whole family had always
been on the "wrong side of the tracks" and Rod was worse than most. We had
known each other as kids but hadn't seen each other in years when we bumped
into one another while I was in high school. He had dropped out by that
time. He was _very_ intelligent but hung out with the wrong crowd, made
trouble and I assume did drugs. He was about three years older than I so he
probably would've been out of school anyway. We saw each other for a few
days in a friendly way. (His mother and mine made sure it was no more than
that! Besides, I was a goody-two shoes so he wasn't my type.) I didn't
hear from Rod again until I was out of college. I got a letter from him. I
thought letter writing was an unusual form of communication from someone
like him until I looked at the return address. He was writing from jail.
He sounded like he really wanted to create a better life for himself so I
corresponded with him frequently for a long time and even sent him some
books. I wrote motivational and educational things that would help him
(mentally) survive while in jail and improve himself when he got out. He
wrote back letters of appreciation and fondness. I was engaged so I
downplayed his interest in me and attributed it to the lack of positive
attention in his life. At some point, I lost touch with Rod. I vaguely
heard he was in trouble again but this time not jail, but prison. I guess
my inspiration wasn't so inspiring. That was the last I knew until now.
Here he was, standing at my door.
"Hey, Michelle! How are you? Long time no see, eh? Can I come in?" Rod
asked.
"Sure," I said, too startled to say anything else. We didn't hug or touch
or anything. We didn't have that kind of friendship. I think I was always
a little scared of him and after our letters I was always careful not to
lead him on or make him think I was interested when I wasn't.
"So, what's up? How've you been doing? I haven't heard much about you in a
long time. You're looking good." I said.
He told me about how he got out of prison awhile ago and had been staying
with some friends in the area but they were moving out of state. He had a
buddy up north who found him a job and was going to let him move in with
him. Things were looking up.
"In fact, that's part of the reason I'm here. I need a place to stay, just
for tonight." Rod said. His friends moved out of their house that day and
his buddy from up north couldn't come and get him until Saturday. He had no
money and there were no hotels in our small town even if he had money. His
family no longer lived in the area. He had slept in a park once and got in
trouble for it with the police. With his history, he didn't want to take
any chances on meeting up with the cops. He really hated to inconvenience
my husband and I but didn't know where else to go.
I wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know it, but my husband wouldn't be
home all night. I was sure Rod wasn't going to _do_ anything but it still
left me somewhat vulnerable and it also meant having a man (ex-con) stay in
my house with me while my husband was gone. Not a situation many people in
my circle would approve of. But, he was an old family friend and needed
help. If I turned him away, what would happen? Don't my own religious and
moral values insist that I allow him to stay? What do I tell him about my
husband Darrell?
"Of course you can stay," I told him. I teasingly told him he'd have to be
a "good boy" since my husband was away but what's a friend for but to help a
friend out, blah blah blah. I showed him upstairs to the spare bedroom. I
asked if he was hungry and he was but he said he felt dirty too. I gave him
clean towels and showed him the bathroom. (What I didn't know is that
before he showered, he made a phone call.)
While he was showering, I went downstairs and fixed a quick spaghetti,
garlic bread and tossed salad dinner. If my husband were home, I probably
would've served wine but didn't think that was a very good idea this time.
We ate dinner and talked about what little "old times" we shared. We talked
about my job and about his new job. We talked about "doing time". He
dropped some hints about his feelings for me, similar to his old letters,
but I changed the subject. I asked about his family and he asked about
mine.
I cleared the table and suggested we watch TV or something. He asked if I
had playing cards and said he'd like to show me a few things. He had
learned some great card tricks while in prison which he entertained me with
until it was dark outside. Seems like darkness came early. Perhaps we were
going to get a storm. The front doorbell rang. Again, I wasn't expecting
anyone and wasn't sure how I would explain Rod's visit. I opened the front
door and there were two men standing on the steps. One was a big burly man
with brown hair and a beard. The other was a nervous looking black guy of
medium build.
"May I help you?" I asked. Salesmen or religious group? I was having
trouble deciding. They didn't look like either one. They looked behind me
and saw Rod and fairly pushed their way past me, into the house.
"Rod, man--hey, how ya doing?" "Good to see you!" "Hear you're leaving?"
They were saying these and other exclamations.
Rod said, "Hey, guys, let me introduce you to my good friend Michelle.
Michelle, this big guy here is Bruce and this one is Tom. You don't mind if
they hang out with us tonight do you?"
What could I say? The next thing I knew, we were all sitting around my
dining room table playing poker and drinking beer. I don't normally drink
but they teased me until I gave in and decided to have "one". I also don't
know much about playing poker but they needed a fourth and I was there. No
one had any money (except me but I wasn't saying anything) so I pulled out
some poker chips that I had from a game. They were pretty easy on me and
helped me figure out which was worth more - a flush or a full house and what
each of those were. We played for awhile and things were pretty even.
I asked if anyone would like another beer. These good-hostess actions were
natural on my part. I didn't want them drunk and it wasn't my beer but this
is what I'm "supposed" to do so I didn't really think about it. Everyone
needed beers all around. As I was getting up to get them, Tom commented
that the game was kinda dull since we weren't playing for money. Rod agreed
but reminded him that we didn't have any money or anything to play for. Tom
suggested we play for clothes - good old-fashioned strip poker.
I was in the kitchen at this point with Bruce right behind me (to help with
the beer?). I laughed and said, "I don't think so." The guys in the dining
room laughed and teased and tried to cajole me into saying yes even though
they knew it was a futile effort. I opened the 'fridge and bent down to
pull beer off the bottom shelf. As I turned and stood with the beer in my
hand, Bruce was facing me very close. Quietly he said, "C'mon Michelle. I
think you should play." He was standing kind of stiff and my eyes
instinctively lowered and came to rest on a gun. Ripples of fear ran up and
down me! "Really, Michell. I think you should do whatever we want you to do.
I think you should be a good girl and tell them you want to play." He
moved the cold metal barrel of the revolver against my bare thigh and slid it
up my skirt.
I laughed nervously with my eyes locked on Bruce's eyes. "Okay, guys. You
talked me into it. But you guys gotta swear you won't tell anyone I did
this." My knees felt weak and I felt almost like a cold seat of fear. I
grabbed another beer, deciding I wanted to drink another to help me relax.
Bruce looked at the beer and smiled. He pulled his gun away and hid it
again. I looked at Bruce and hissed, "You can't -" but before I even got
the words out he interrupted, "Oh yes, I can. Don't worry. If you
cooperate, you won't get hurt. In fact, we just want to play and have fun.
Let's go play."
Between the effects of the first beer (I don't drink much and I'm sort of
small so one beer does effect me) and the fear, I wasn't able to think
straight. Even if I wanted to play, I should've thought about the
practicalities of fairness. I was wearing only my blouse, bra, mini-skirt
and panties. They were each wearing two shoes, two socks, pants,
undershorts, shirts and undershirts. They had 8 articles of clothing to my
four! But, like I said, I didn't think about that.
Needless to say, the first hand went quick and I lost. I had a pair of
two's but Bruce had a full house. I started to lose my nerve. I couldn't
take off my clothes in front of these guys. Bruce stood up and pulled me
up. He turned me so I my back was to Rod and Tom. He reached for the first
button of my blouse.
"I can do it," I protested. Bad enough that I had to strip but I didn't
have to have this guy touch me.
Tom laughed. "You haven't played strip poker very much, Michelle. Bruce won
that round so he gets to remove the article of clothing of his choice. He
won so he's gotta win something, see?"
I was tipsy and scared. I knew I couldn't physically fight this guy and he
had a gun besides. He promised I wouldn't get hurt if I cooperated. I
stood stiffly while he unbuttoned my blouse. As he unbuttoned the buttons
at breast level, his fingers lightly trailed along my cleavage but he didn't
pause in his duty. His eyes opened wide when they saw my chest. I'm only
a "B" cup so that surprised me and I looked down. I had worn my jade green
and black lace bra. It _is_ sexy. He slid the blouse off my back and arms
and let it drop to the floor. Grinning at me, he turned me around for
everyone to see and held my chair out for me. I sat down, my face red as a
beet.
Our dining table is high, but not high enough to hide my lingerie display.
Tom stopped shuffling and Rod stopped drinking and stared at me when I first
sat down. Maybe they didn't think I'd really strip. (Maybe they didn't
know about Bruce's gun?)
Tom quickly dealt another hand. I groaned. (So much for a poker face.)
Another pair of twos! What was the problem? I exchanged three cards and
was treated to another two. Good. That'll be a little better.
No luck. Tom had a glittering handful of diamonds. He got up and walked
over to me excitedly. I was a little excited but very scared and not about
to let on my excitement. Before he got to me, Rod spoke up. (I think he
felt sorry for me.)
"Man, Shelly. You need to relax. We're just playing a game here. Taking
off your clothes never hurt anyone. I mean, it's okay to look. I've got
something to help you relax and have fun." Rod said.
With that, he pulls out a marijuana joint. I hadn't done pot since I was an
undergrad.
Bruce cracked up. "You think little Miss Goody-two Shoes does pot?"
I had to defend myself. I may be pretty straight but it's not like I haven't
had my moments. I'm not totally square.
"I've smoked pot before. Although I have to admit, I haven't done it since
I was in college." I said.
Tom, Bruce and Rod all cracked up. I, of course, didn't get it.
"Haven't smoked pot since college, huh? Yeah, me neither." Tom said.
"Nope," Bruce joined in. "Not since college. Man, Rod, you did find a live
one here, didn't you? This is great."
While they were having laughs at my expense, I thought back to the last time
I'd done pot. The last time I could remember was the only time my fiancee
(now husband) and I had ever smoked it together. We were in his apartment
with his roommates and all smoked together. No sooner were we done then I
was pulling Darrel into the bedroom. We had some incredible sex that night.
Drinking makes me horny but pot makes me even hornier!
In fact, the time before that when I'd smoked pot was kind of a funny
experience. Somehow I wound up playing cards in some guys room. There were
4 or 5 guys, one other girl (who was kind of dike-ish) and me. We started
to play a smoking game (kind of like a drinking game but with pot - that may
seem obvious to you but I'd never heard of such a thing.) Anyhow, whenever
you lost a round you had to take a hit off a pot bong. I was pretending I
was very experienced with smoking from a bong (I had once before). The
first time I went to take a hit, I had to draw very hard to get anything.
The next time I went to take one, I drew hard again, knowing that it would
be obvious if I didn't take a good hit. I thought I got plenty but the guy
beside me took the bong and said that we can't get anything out of it. He
popped out a little screen and scrubbed it with something over an ashtray.
He put the screen back in and passed it to me saying I had to take another
hit since I didn't get much the last time. I was already flying and not
thinking really clear. I drew really hard, as I had before, but there was
no resistance and I filled up with the smoke. My lungs burned briefly, but
then I floated around the room. I fell back against the sofa, feeling great
and _very_ horny. If anyone in that room had hit on me, the woman included,
I probably would've made love to them in front of everyone. I exaggerate
but I think you get the point. Unfortunately/fortunately, no one seemed
interested in me that night.
While I was day dreaming, they had lit the joint and were passing it around.
Rod was handing it to me.
"No, thanks." I said.
They all cracked up. "Oh, yeah. She's experienced at smoking pot. You can
tell she's a wild one. If you know how to smoke pot, Michelle, why don't you
prove it? What's it gonna hurt? 'Fraid one of those college brain cells
will get killed? Take a hit, baby."
I didn't even see who said it. Rod had one arm resting on the back of my
chair and his other was holding the joint in front of my lips. I pressed my
lips against it and blew very gently.
"She smokes like Clinton," Tom said. "C'mon, 'Shel. Quit wasting our
dope. Ya gotta inhale."
"It's okay, Michelle," Rod said. "We're just playing around. We're just
having a good time and want to make sure you do too."
I put the joint to my mouth and inhaled. I held my breath, holding in the
intoxicating smoke for as long as I could. One hit was more than I needed
but it was passed to me a few more times. By the time we were done smoking,
we were all laughing but mellow.
Rod was about to deal another hand but waited. We had almost forgot, Tom
was supposed to remove an article of my clothes. Tom came over to me and
reached behind me for the hook. He fumbled around as Bruce started to tease
him about his lack of experience. Finally, Tom looks at my back.
"There's no fucking hook on this thing!" He says. Everyone broke up
laughing again.
"It's on the front you idiot! Haven't you looked at her tits?" Bruce told
him.
Tom was so embarrassed I almost felt sorry for him. He took the hook in one
hand and deftly flipped it open then walked away while I slid the straps
down my arms and let the bra fall to the floor. Everyone was laughing so
hard that they didn't think about my bare chest at first. Rod passed out
the next hand. I was intent on my cards so I didn't notice the looks and
the nudges the guys were giving to one another.
My tits are small but firm and well-rounded. They stand upright and are
perky without a bra. My nipples are small but darkly contrast with my
untanned breast area. My nipples are very responsive but only to touch -
not to erotic thoughts.
I had two fives and 2 aces. I traded one card. I got an ace! I swept that
hand, no problem. I gleefully went around the table removing shirts. (This
was after dismissing a feeble protest by Bruce that they should start by
removing their shoes.) I wasn't excited about removing their shirts so much
as I was excited about winning a hand in such a hotly competitive game. I
started with Rod, since he was to my left. He was wearing a sweatshirt. He
sat in his chair as I lifted his shirt up over his head and draped it on the
back of the chair. He was grinning from ear to ear. It was then that I
realized my breasts were right at eye level for him. Next was Tom, who was
sitting across from me. His shirt was a button up so it took me a few
minutes to remove it. He enjoyed both the attention and the close-up view.
Finally, I went to Bruce. The end of the table had some stuff on it so he
was across from Tom and to my right. I was glad he was wearing a sweatshirt
because I didn't want to spend much time that close to him. He was the
gutsiest one of them all and I wasn't sure what he might try if I stood
with my breasts in front of his face for very long. Once I sat down and
looked around, I was glad I had taken off their shirts. I've always loved
men's chests so this gave me something to look at.
We played another hand. I had nothing. I mean _nothing_. I don't think
there was a more mismatched combination of cards in the deck. Bruce won.
At least this would be quick. I was wearing a miniskirt with an elastic
waistband. He had me stand up then he knelt down in front of me (what a
show-off) but to my surprise, he reached _under_ my skirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked, pushing him away.
"I won. I get to take off any article of clothing of yours that I want. I
want to remove your panties." He said.
"You can't do that. It's not fair." I said, pushing him a little harder.
Tom and Rod were starting to snicker.
"Tell it to Hoyle," Rod said. He reached up and grabbed hold of my panties
and tore them off - literally.
At least I wasn't any more exposed then before that hand...although I felt
like I was. I never go without underwear so having my panties off, even
with my skirt on, made me feel very naked and vulnerable. Tom dealt another
hand (when do I get to deal?) and I looked at my cards. While I was
looking, I felt a hand on my leg. I jumped and looked around. Everyone was
looking at their cards and no one seemed to notice. It was Bruce. I
looked at him and he had a very serious poker-face on as he rubbed his hand
up my thigh. My pelvis twitched at the touch. I gasped. How could my body
respond to this jerk?
Needless to say, I lost that round. Rod had four aces in his hand. I've
never seen that happen before. No one else looked surprised or amazed.
"I want you to remove your own skirt, Shelly, but do it real sexy." Rod said.
I stood up to obey. Have you ever sat with friends drinking then stood up to
go to the bathroom and it feels like all the booze hits you at once?
That's how it was for me. I felt high before I stood up but once I stood, I
was even higher. Nothing made sense and I couldn't think straight at all.
All I knew was that there was loud music with a dance beat and I was
supposed to take off my skirt. That doesn't make sense but you get the
picture - nothing made sense.
I turned my back on the guys and started swaying my hips slowly and
seductively but then faster to the beat of the music. The song was Janet
Jackson's song about being in control. (How ironic!) I didn't think we
even had that CD. I slid my hands down my sides, over my hips, still
swaying. I turned around, still swaying. The music sped up and so did I.
My tits bounced up and back in place (not down - they are too firm). I
stretched my hands above my head which made my mid section elongate and look
even skinnier. I reached down and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my
skirt as if I were going to pull it down but then I turned my back to them.
I swayed slowly and seductively once again and pulled the back of my skirt
down just far enough to show pale untanned skin but released the skirt back
to its original position. I faced them again and pulled the skirt down in
front enough to let the top of my pubic area show. They made some noises
which I ignored. I turned my back to them and bent way over. I grasped the
bottom hem of the skirt and slowly pulled the skirt. It slid from my
narrow waist to my wider hips, down over my rounded ass to my thighs,
where it dropped to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt, did a few more
dancing moves, then stopped (as the music stopped) in a spread eagle
position looking up. I started laughing hard as the next song came on and
looked around. The guys weren't laughing but they all had the same kind of
look on their faces.
I was trying to think about what they had told me. This was just a game,
right? No one was going to get hurt and looking was okay. What else did
they say? I was glad the game was done because they were starting to scare
me. This whole thing had been way too wild for me. I reached down for my
clothes but they were gone. I looked around. I didn't see my clothes
anywhere.
I said, "Excuse me" and turned to go upstairs and get dressed. Bruce
followed me.
"I need to use the bathroom," he said.
"You don't need to go upstairs," I told him. "There's one by the living room"
"Rod's using that one. You can show me the one you've got upstairs." Bruce
said.
By this time, we were up the stairs. I pointed him to the bathroom and ran
into my bedroom. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Tom. Immediately, Bruce
was in the room. I heard Rod on the stairs. What was going on? I mean,
I'm not stupid or anything but I wasn't thinking clearly and this was so
insane. Rod was an old friend. We were just playing poker. I started to
struggle my way out of Tom's grip but Bruce picked me up and threw me on my
bed. I scrambled to get off of it but Bruce was quicker than I was.
"I think you'd better be a good girl, Michelle. I don't want anyone to get
hurt. We're just here for a good time, right? We'll all have some fun
together." Bruce said.
Bruce and Tom had a good grip on me when Rod walked into the room. He
jumped onto the bed and sat straddling me.
"I've wanted this for a long time, Shel. I want you bad. I've always
wanted you. I don't want to have to do this but you don't give me much
choice." Rod said.
As he was speaking, I was struggling to get up but his weight on me held me
firm. Tom had a hold of my arms so I couldn't swing at anyone. Bruce was
tying my feet to the legs of the bed with some soft but sturdy rope. Rod
leaned down to kiss me. I wasn't sober but I was scared enough to react. I
turned my face away and pulled on my arms. Bruce was finished with my legs,
though and had started on my arms. He pulled the rope tight. He and Tom
stepped back and inspected their work. I was naked and drugged, tied with
my legs and arms spread on my own bed. They were quite pleased with
themselves. They grabbed chairs from the den and brought them in and sat
down. They didn't want to interfere for now. They were ready for the show
to begin.
"Michelle, I'm doing this to show just how much I care about you," Rod said.
Rod tried to kiss me again and I turned away. He grabbed my face and held
it, mashing his lips against mine. I gave in, letting his mouth do what he
wanted to mine, but not reciprocating. He let his cold hands trail down my
sides creating goose bumps on my stomach, sides and chest. He flicked his
hand across my nipples. The responded at once, turning into hard raisin-like
nubs. He laughed out loud.
"You don't want me in your life. You've made that clear. You chose another
guy. I just want to make sure you know what you're missing out on. Before
I'm done, you'll know you made the wrong choice."
This was insane! This man was raping me and claiming he cared about me? He
thought I'd _want_ him for treating me like this? I pulled on my arms and
legs, moving as much as my restraints would allow. It seemed no use. They
were tied firm.
Rod licked my nipple and watched it try to stiffen up and respond more than
it already was. He concentrated on my right nipple, licking and sucking
it. I couldn't believe the way my body responded. I slid as far away as I
could (about a foot) but he grabbed on to me and held me tight. He sucked
hard on my nipple, pinching it with his lips and thrashing it with his
tongue. I couldn't get away. I felt so helpless. It felt so good. I
didn't want it to...I mean I didn't like what he was doing to me but I
couldn't stop it from feeling good. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend it
wasn't happening. I was breathing hard but quietly. He sucked even harder
and bit gently with his teeth. I moaned softly. When he released the
nipple, it was an angry red and very hard and long. I waited for him to
give the same treatment to the other nipple but he didn't. He got off the
bed and turned away from me. I couldn't decide which was worse - him doing
that to me or stopping with the job only half done.
My head was a little clearer, probably from fear, so I knew I had to do
something. I had tried to escape and I couldn't do it. I turned my head
and saw Rod walking toward me. He was completely nude and his large cock
jutted out erect and demanding attention.
"Please don't do this, Rod. Please. If you really care about me, you
wouldn't want to hurt me. This is hurting me. Please stop. I won't report
you guys or anything if you'll just let me go right now." I begged.
"Nah, Shelly. I've gotta teach you a lesson." Rod said.
"Please, Rod. You've made your point and had your fun, now let me go. I
was trying to help you and this is how you repay me?"
Rod climbed on the bed and straddled my chest. His fully engorged prick was
an inch in front of my mouth. His weight on me and the restraints didn't
allow me to move my body at all.
I turned my head as far as I could. "No, don't do this. Please." I said.
Tears began to stream down my face.
Rod turned and held my head and forced his cock into my mouth. I looked at
him with fear but didn't do anything.
"Bruce," Rod said. "Ya wanna get this bitch to be good? She doesn't seem
ta wanna suck my cock. She should know all good girls suck cock."
Bruce walked over to the bed.
"This ain't no joke, Michelle. You'd better start sucking his dick like it's
the best sucker you've ever had or you're going to be in worse trouble than
you can imagine." Bruce said. He pulled out his gun and showed it to me.
Slowly I inhaled against Rod's cock. He sighed. I stopped.
"Keep going, bitch. Suck him until he comes or tells you to stop. He's
your boss right now, get the picture? You just need to be a good girl and
do what he wants."
I continued to give Rod a blow job. I sucked him in as hard as I could then
let him slide out of my lips. I pulled him in again, deep throating him
this time. I'm not very confident about my cock-sucking abilities but
decided now was not the time to apologize. I sucked him more gently and
teased my tongue on his shaft. I pulled him in deep again. I ran my tongue
around the ring of the head then teased the little slit at the top. My hips
began to move and buck a little. I tried to control them but I was having a
hard time. I like giving a guy a blow job he enjoys. I started to suck on
him, hard and deep, in a very slow tantalizing way using my tongue, throat,
and mouth to add to the sensations. He was obviously enjoying this and
Bruce had sat down to watch. I drew Rod's rod (ugh - more irony) in again
and he made some moaning sounds and stiffened a bit than pulled his dick out.
"Whaddaya think?" Rod asked his buddies.
"She wants you," Tom replied. "Did you feel her thrusting up at you? Check
her out. I betcha anything she's wetter than the ocean."
"Not a bad idea. Guess I will check her out. Here you go, bitch. See what
you're missing?" Rod asked.
He leaned down and sucked on both of my pussy lips at once. (I don't know
how he did that.) I screamed and my pelvis jumped. He was rougher than I
liked but it still felt incredible. There's almost nothing I like better
than some good tongue action on my cunt. He lapped at my sopping hole.
"Gawd yes, she is wet!" Rod looked up, my juices shiny on his chin. "This
bitch really does want it bad."
Tears were running down my face but I still gasped when I felt his raspy
tongue touch my sensitive labia. He held my cunt lips apart with his
fingers and went to work with his mouth, sucking hard and pulling on my
sensitive woman hood. I was panting and moaning and crying at his
assaults. How could anything so bad feel so good? He thrust his tongue
inside me repeatedly. He licked down below my cunt and teased my asshole.
How could he? That's so dirty! He licked at my puckered hole, tickling me,
causing me to wiggle around. I could hear Tom and Bruce in the background
jacking off slowly as they watched us. Rod worked his way up again,
tonguing my hole and sucking on my inner labia. Then he put his lips gently
around my clit and began to tease it with his tongue. I cried out at his
touch. He slowly licked my clit in a back and forth motion, slowly dragging
his tongue across that sensitive button. I moaned and moved, frustrated.
He moved faster, circling my clit with his tongue and flicking it when I
least expected it. It felt so good I didn't want him to stop. He attacked
my clit with renewed energy. His rapid-fire tongue drummed mercilessly
against my clit as I cried out and bucked uncontrollably with an explosive
orgasm. I moaned and shouted as I came - completely unaware of reality. I
needed to come down from the orgasm but he wouldn't let me. His tongue kept
moving on my clit and my body kept spasming. In a very short time, I
orgasmed again. I wanted him inside me.
Rod looked down at me. He didn't have to say a word. His eyes showed his
triumph. He could control my body better than I could.
I was dizzy and had almost fainted when he entered me. His hot meat slid in
easily, I was so lubricated from my excitement. He pulled out and pounded
back in to me. He had been on the verge of coming when I blew him and
watching me orgasm had brought him even closer. His body smashed against
mine as he drilled in to me. I couldn't think straight and I could hardly
even feel anything I was so out of it but my body kept rising to meet his on
every stroke. He pinched my nipples roughly. With a few more hard, fast
thrusts, he came inside me. He bent down and kissed me and I kissed him
back passionately.
He laughed and got off the bed. "I guess I've made my point. I'm done with
you now. I just wanted you to know what you could've had. I don't care
what happens to you now."
Before I could figure out the meaning of what he was saying, Tom and Bruce
untied my feet from the bed but tied my ankles together. They untied my
hands from the bed and retied my arms behind my back. They lifted me on to
the floor.
"On your knees, Michelle. Be my good girl." Tom said.
I had a hard time rolling over and getting on to my knees. I finally did
and was facing Tom's cock. It was hard and dark and throbbing at me.
"Suck it good, Shell. Suck me like you did Rod."
I opened my mouth and he stepped forward slightly so his cock rested in my
mouth. I could feel his whole body flinch at the sensation this caused. I
didn't know if I could continue. I felt something cold and hard resting
against the crack of my ass. It slid up and down the crack, wiggling a
little to separate my buns and slide in between. I realized the barrel of
the gun was in the crack of my ass. That was all the motivation I needed to
cooperate.
I pulled Tom into my hot, wet mouth again, sucking hard. I let him slide
out and teased his head with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the
length of his shaft, concentrating on the underside (especially that big
vein). I sucked him in to my mouth again and deep throated him. His
reaction told me he'd never have a woman take in his entire length. I
continued to work on him, bringing him pleasure and feeling my own pussy
throb. It didn't take long, after all of the masturbating he did while
watching Rod and I, before he pulled his dick out and squirted his come on
my chest.
He kept me on my knees but had me bend down so my face was against the
floor. He kneeled behind me and put on a condom. He said some remark to Rod
about he wasn't worried about me but didn't know where he had been. His
cock was still semi-erect and he forced it in to me. By the time it was in,
it was fully hard again. He fucked me hard and then slowed down then fucked
me hard again. I just kept trying to think about other things. I'm just a
hole for him to fuck. I don't matter. He went at it for a long time but
didn't come. He finally pulled out and muttered something about me not
being a good fuck like he thought I would be.
I was so glad it was over with. I felt numb and couldn't think straight.
My body didn't hurt but it didn't feel right either. Someone reached from
behind me and shoved a ball in my mouth then wrapped a scarf tightly around
my mouth and tied it at the back of my head. I felt a man's hand on my
ass. He slid his hand down my crack and probed around my asshole. Bruce!
How could I have forgotten about him? He's not the type to sit back and
watch. I felt something cold and wet against my asshole. He worked it
around the hold with his finger then tried to slide his finger inside.
"Oooooh, is she tight! Wow! You were wrong, Tom. She's a good fuck all
right, you just don't know the right place. Holy shit, she's something
else."
Tom tried to save his pride. "I can't believe you're lubing her up and
wearing a rubber, man. Why don't ya just fuck her?"
"If I didn't do this I'd tear her apart and I don't need my dick to get
burned. This'll be much better. Hell, she might even enjoy it. Got me a
little virgin asshole, don't I? You ain't gonna be able to wait to show
your husband your new trick."
I felt the heat of his prick push against my asshole. There's no way that
thing was going to fit inside me! He backed off a bit and teased the hole
with his finger some more. He poked a finger in and moved it in and out
slowly. He pushed another finger inside and felt my sphincter muscles relax
a bit. He slid in and out more easily. He pulled his fingers out and
pressed his cock against my hole again. He pushed with steady pressure and
my door eventually gave way and opened for him. His head was tightly sealed
inside my ass. He moaned loud.
"Gawd, she's so tight. If I can stand it, this is going to be awesome."
Rod and Tom stood on either side of me so they could get a good view of my
face and the action at my back. Bruce held my hips with his hands and
pulled me on to his humungous (or bigger) cock. It took a few minutes for
him to get his entire length inside me. Once I was fully impaled on his
shaft, he stopped and just held himself in for a moment. "I could blast
right now if I wanted to. This is so hot and tight and, goddamn she's good."
Bruce moved himself out, ever so slowly, until only his cock-head was inside,
then he slid back in relishing the feeling. He moaned and swore and
laughed and tried to hold back. He got in to a steady rhythm, fucking my
ass. He let go of my hips with one hand and reached under and pinched my
nipples. He bucked harder as I flinched from his touch. He grunted and
reached down to finger my clit. I jerked at his touch. This was the
worst. This abusive pig had molested me in one way or another all night.
He was fucking my asshole and now my body told him I liked it. He wiggled
his finger across my clit and my body moved and jerked and wiggled from the
feelings it sent through me. He moved faster in and out of my forbidden
zone. I tried to gasp and moan but the gag restrained me from doing so. I
kept coming close to orgasm but then he'd change his speed or move his hand
slightly. He thrust his finger up inside my cunt and moved the palm of his
hand against my clit as he came in my ass. As I was about to come, he
stopped and pulled out.
They picked me up and laid me on my bed. They untied my hands and feet and
removed the gag. I was too exhausted to speak. They lifted the covers over
me.
"Be a good girl, Michelle. Maybe we'll visit again sometime."
I fell asleep.
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