Dominating some bitches Chapter 10 - Malpractice Chapter 5

1 Owning a Dominant Bitch 1~3

Chapter 1

My first three year of high school could have been better. I was a pudgy boy and only five foot nine inches with a pimply face. My confidence was low so it didn't take much to bring out my shyness and that is what made my first year horrible.

Although I was on the football team, I didn't get to play much. The coach, an ex-NFL lineman, told me I had natural strength and ability but I just couldn't come out of my shell. To make matters worse, the Johnson twins had singled me out as their punching bag.

The Johnson brothers were my age but six foot tall and lean. They had the reputation of being bullies and constantly harassed me from day one. The locker room was the worst as they would pull pranks on me like putting hot muscle balm in my underwear, or hiding my clothes.

The last day of my junior year they took it to the next level and tried to start a fight with me. I guess I had enough and responded first with a punch to the face to one twin that broke his nose and knocked him out. The second twin swung wildly at me which I easily ducked under and caught him in a choke from behind. By the time Coach Smith pried me from his back both the brothers were unconscious and I had a new reputation.

My senior year everything changed. It seemed the entire school had heard about the fight and I was treated a lot differently. No one wanted to mess with me and a few girls started trying to get my attention. I still lacked any real self-confidence but I was faking it and being fairly convincing.

Diane was in my first class of the day and she approached me just a few weeks into the semester. "Hi Jimmy," she smiled, "how is your schedule this year?"

We talked for a while but I had no experience and didn't realize she was interested in me. It took almost three weeks before I understood what she wanted and asked her out. We had fun on our date and by the end we were in my car making out in a deserted park.

As we were kissing I ran my hand up her stomach but when I reached her bra she pushed me away. "Let's not go too far," she said. I was disappointed and horny but being the gentleman, I stopped and took her home. I got the distinct impression she was surprised that I didn't push her more.

The next week at school she was cold to me and I couldn't figure it out. It didn't help that some kid at school had heard about my fight and wanting to make a name for himself.

By the middle of the week this kid, who was actually quite bigger than me, met me in the hall and pushed me against the wall as I walked by. He started to say something but I had already decided to beat his ass and the first kick landed square in his nuts. He doubled over in pain and I started beating the shit out of him in the middle of the hall.

As I was being pulled off the kid by the principle, I saw Diane in the crowd. She was flush with excitement as she clutched her books to her chest. The fog began to clear from my brain and I realized what she wanted.

I was expelled for a week for beating up the kid but I now had a plan. I was waiting for Diane in the parking lot after school and when she saw me, her face blushed. She looked so cute. I figured I had nothing to lose so I played it just the way I had rehearsed.

We're going out tomorrow night," I told her, "I will pick you up at 7." I turned and walked away hoping I had read the situation correctly.

The next night I rolled up in my car at her house right at 7. She was out of the house and halfway to the car before I could get out, so I just waited on her. We went straight to the park and she seemed a little nervous.

"We're not even going to dinner?" she asked.

"Nope," I said, "we have some unfinished business from the other night." I pulled her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth and she seemed to melt. I went straight under her shirt and to her bra without waiting for her to protest. As I fumbled with her bra she finally decided to say something.,

"No, stop. We can't go any further." She moaned.

I ignored her and kept fumbling with her bra until giving up with the clasp and just pushing the material up over her breasts. I sucked her cute tits and played with her pussy without another comment until I begin moving her into position to fuck her.

"No," she said more forcibly than before, "we can't!"

I was going to stop and just take her home but I remembered last time and decided to press on. I grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled hard. The panties fabric ripped in pieces and I threw them in the back seat. Her nicely trimmed pussy was now in view and pulling her legs to me put her back flat on the seat. I dropped my pants and pushed my cock into her in one fluid motion.

Diane squealed as my cock impaled her and then groaned as I pounded her relentlessly. I came inside her pussy but was so excited I never slowed down. She wrapped her legs around me and began to orgasm as I pumped frantically until I was ready to come again. By now we were both sweating and she was increasing her movements to match mine as we rutted on the front seat of my car. She came first and that was enough to push me over the edge as I came inside here for the second time.

Finally satisfied, I resisted the urge to lay and cuddle with her. Instead, I stuck with my plan by pulling up my pants and, without saying anything to her, cranked up the car and drove off.

Diane was shocked by my actions and scrambled to get her clothes straightened as we headed back to her house. She looked perplexed but as we got closer to her house she flushed again like she had in the hallway the day before. I was confident I had read her correctly.

"Wednesday we are going out again," I told her as I pulled up to her house.

She got out of the car, "But… but, that's a school night and my parents won't let me go out." She looked worriedly through the car window hoping I would reconsider.

I looked straight at her and with my new found confidence said, "Wednesday." Her face turned the brightest shade of red yet and I drove away without another word.

Chapter 2

That week was a turning point in my life. Diane did whatever I asked of her, any time I wanted it. As an 18 year old, it was great having all the pussy I could want on demand. 'Demand' was the operative word with Diane because she got really turned on when I told her what to do without asking for her input. If I tried to talk to her about what she wanted, her attitude changed and she would clam up. As long as she felt I was forcing her, she loved it.

I found out, after a week of suspension, that the kid I beat up had a broken jaw and had to have his mouth wired shut. He would be drinking soup from a straw for the next few weeks. Because of this, I was kicked off the football team, much to Coach Smith's dismay. He was upset that I wouldn't be able to play on the team the rest of my time at high school and told me I had just messed up a shot at a scholarship to college.

I was beginning to understand why Coach had pushed me so hard at football. In the past year, I had grown to 6 feet and packed on some more muscle. Diane appreciated this but it was difficult to have a conversation with her that didn't involve me ordering her to do something sexual.

My reputation as a brawler put me in a completely different category at school. The guys that pretended to be bad asses didn't want to have to prove it, so we got along, but they were also a bit afraid of me. The nerds liked me because I would stop the jocks from hazing them. I guess the old wounds from my lower class years and the ever lurking Johnson twins made me see a bit of myself in the nerds. The jocks knew I had been suspended for fighting so they used that as an excuse to never square up with me. After a while the hazing stopped when I was around and the nerds seemed grateful.

I was able to go anywhere in the school and talk to anyone without being excluded. The most popular girls were curious but afraid to approach me. Diane followed me around like a puppy waiting to please her owner and the rumors abound. I wasn't really 'popular' but everyone knew who I was. I never bullied anyone but I was still sort of an outcast because of the past fights.

Now that I had an idea of what Diane wanted I began trying new things to see how far I could go with her. I made her go without panties to school and I would play with her pussy in a corner of the hall where no one could see us. She would be dripping wet from the contact and I kept her horny all day at school. By the time the last bell rung I could make her do anything.

One day at the beginning of school I had her against the wall stroking her clit.

"After the final bell," I whispered, "I want you to go to the last stall of the boy's bathroom and wait for me."

Her breath quickened and I stopped touching her because she almost came. The rest of the day I teased her mercilessly. "What if someone sees you go in?" "What if someone comes in before I do?" "What if you get caught in the boys bathroom?" The constant thought of being humiliated like that had her literally dripping.

At the last bell I watched her from a distance to see if she would do it. Diane hesitated in the hallway near the bathroom. As she finally got up the courage to go in and crossed to the door a boy coming out almost ran into her. She blushed profusely as the boy apologized and then hurried on. Diane stood there for a moment but when the boy looked back, she turned and walked away like she had simply been going in that direction.

It took her a few more minutes to regain her composure and head back to the bathroom door. There was no one left in the hall as it had been almost 30 minutes since the last bell rang. Finally, she pulled open the door and ducked inside.

I waited a few more minutes before walking down the hall and into the bathroom. To make her more nervous I said nothing and went to second to last stall. I peed in the toilet so I was sure she could hear that someone was in the stall next to her but she would have no idea it was me. I flushed the toilet and then, taking my time, washed my hands. I looked under the last stall door but I couldn't see her feet so I assumed she was squatting on top of the toilet.

I went back outside and waited a few minutes before heading back in and straight to the last stall. I pushed on the door and but it was locked.

"Unlock the door Diane," I could hear her sigh of relief as she unlocked and opened the door. She was visibly shaking and I immediately made her bend over the toilet. Her pussy was dripping wet. W and within a few seconds I had my pants down and was hammering away at her from behind. She came almost as soon as I got in her and, as I pounded against her ass, she continued to come on my cock. I held off for a while but I was wound up from teasing her all day and shot load after load into her pussy.

After that day I would push a little farther each time. I had her wait with the stall door unlocked and then with the door unlocked and her skirt off. By the end of the second week of playing our little after school game, I wanted to try something I thought would really get her cranked up.

I waited until Friday morning and told her we were going to use a different restroom this time. It was in a different part of the school so it would be unfamiliar to her but I had classes in that wing and had picked it for a reason.

"This time I want you completely naked." She had done this before so to escalate it I added, "Put your clothes in your backpack and leave it in the hall by the door."

I had her attention now. She would be naked in a boy's bathroom with no way to cover up if someone came in and discovered her. She shuddered but said nothing.

"Be sure to leave the door unlocked," I said as I walked away.

A few minutes after final bell I was in a classroom down the hall from our rendezvous point and within ten minutes Diane was in the hallway looking at the bathroom door. She stood there for a long time before walking forward and standing in front of it. Glancing around nervously, she started to unbutton her blouse but then stopped. She looked around again, started to unbutton the next one but couldn't. After a few more minutes she seemed to have and idea and pulled the door open before stepping inside.

Before long, the door reopened and an arm popped out and dropped the bag in the hallway before quickly disappearing. 'Clever girl,'" I thought to myself.

It took a few minutes to get everything ready before heading her way. A quick stop at the supply closet next to the bathroom was in order. Rummaging through the closet I pulled out a mop and bucket on wheels. The closet was next door to the bathroom so I am sure she heard all the noise. I pushed the bucket down the hall and into the bathroom where Diane hid.

I began whistling like I was a janitor at work, banging the mop into the walls near the door. I'm sure in her mind the janitor was mopping the stall floors and it was just a matter of time before she was discovered. As I neared the last stall she had to be freaking out but I didn't hear anything.

I pushed the mop around the second to last stall and under the divider so she could see it. Diane stayed quiet until I popped open the last door to find her squatting on the toilet naked, her arms wrapped around her legs. A look of relief swept over her when she realized it was me and she jumped off the seat and hugged me tightly.

Diane let me go after a few seconds and slid down to undo my pants. Without hesitation she pulled out my dick and started sucking on it feverishly. She was getting good at giving head but I wanted more. I pulled her up by her hair and bent her over the sink before driving my dick into her soaking pussy. She moaned and writhed as I pounded her hard from behind, making her come over and over again. Finally, I pumped her pussy full and backed away from her. She lay on the sink, catching her breath, as I leaned against the wall.

"Suck it clean," I told her suddenly pointing at my dick. I had never asked her to do this before and the look on her face made me think she might refuse.

"Now!" I barked.

She pushed off the sink and fell to her knees in front of me before taking my cock in her mouth. She started and cleaning it by licking and sucking it. It was great, and I was getting hard again, but decided it would be too risky to stay longer.

I pulled up my pants and headed to the door to retrieve her bag but stopped. "Go get your bag."

She flushed again but headed to the door. Opening it just a crack, she reached out with only her arm to grab the bag with her clothes. After a few seconds of groping she opened the door further and looked before turning back to me.

"It's gone!" she exclaimed.

I had my gym bag in the car so I ran out and got a shirt and shorts for her to wear. I had worked out that morning, so the smell was pretty bad, but it was all that was available. She took one whiff and pushed them away so I turned and headed for the door.

"Wait!" she called out suddenly realizing it was her only option other than going naked. "I will put them on."

"I don't think so," I pouted, "if If these are not good enough for you then find your own."

I walked out the door and waited outside while she peeked out and whispered to me to come back in.

"I'm sorry," she whined when I ignored her request, "I will wear them."

"No,. I know you don't really want my clothes, so I'm going home." She panicked as I started walking past the door and down the hall. She had to open the door and expose herself more to be able to see me.

"Please, please stop. I will wear them! Please don't leave me here like this!" She was frantic.

I stopped for a minute about 20 feet from her., "Ok," I said. "You can have the shirt." She reached out her hand expecting me to throw it to her but I dropped it on the floor and walked away.

I could hear her scramble out the door and looked over my shoulder to see her grabbing the shirt off the floor and pulling it over her head. Once it was on, she realized it was one of my cutoffs I had from football practice. It went down to just above her pussy if she stretched it over her front and back. She finally let go of the back of the shirt and pulled it down enough to cover her slit. Her ass was now totally exposed in the hallway.

I walked out to the parking lot with Diane close behind me. She was in a hurry to get into my car and close the door, so she was visibly relieved when she saw I had moved it right up to the entrance. She rushed down the steps in front of me to get in only to find the door locked.

"Please hurry before someone sees me!" She whispered desperately.

I pushed the remote to unlock the door and she jumped quickly inside only to land on her bag of clothes.

"You bastard!" She squealed as she ripped off the sweat soaked shirt and began pulling her own clothes from the bag. She was blushing again as she got dressed.

Chapter 3

I happened to be driving through a part of town I rarely went and noticed a boxing gym. It was only open nights so I came back later that evening and went inside to check it out. There were a few people in the gym working out with heavy bags and the weights in the corner. The gym was old and had a musty smell but I liked the atmosphere immediately. Along the wall were dusty framed pictures of a heavy weight fighter delivering knockout punches to his opponents.

"Them was good days," a deep voice boomed from behind me. I turned to see a large black man in sweats. He was older now, but it was obviously the man in the pictures.

"Smitty," he said and as he thrust a giant hand in my direction.

"Jim," I replied as his monster hand completely enclosed mine, "I would like to try boxing."

Smitty smiled and nodded. We talked for a while and I took and instant liking to him. He had been a pro for years and his undefeated record came with all but one as knockouts. An injured knee ended his career prematurely, sidelining him from a title shot and the really big money. He barely made it ends meet as a boxing coach and he was hoping I would join his gym.

We made plans to meet the next day and I was excited about the prospect. After nightly sessions for a week I was hooked and, with Smitty as a trainer, I was having a blast.

"You got some potential," he told me, "an' tons of power. We just need to work on yo' technique."

The cost of the gym wasn't too bad, considering all the time Smitty spent with me, but I needed a source of income. I had taken the aptitude tests at school and scored extremely high in the mechanical portion. I did well enough that the military was driving my mom crazy with calls from recruiters, hoping to entice me to sign when I graduated.

I stopped by a mechanic shop and talked to the owner for a while. My dad had gotten work done there before so he hired me on the spot as a helper. The job would take up some of my time but I would have enough money to pay Smitty and, hopefully, save up for a new car.

My time at the gym was going well and I could feel the changes from all the working out I was doing. I knew my arms and chest were getting bigger because my shirts were becoming too tight. Smitty was teaching me to be quicker and my endurance increased as well.

Diane came to watch me practice one time and after that Smitty was constantly telling me stories of how the white girls threw themselves at him after his fights. He told me crazy stories of two girls at once and how they would do anything for him He never said anything specific, but it was obvious he was quite taken with Diane and how cute she was.

"You can bring your girlfriend by anytime," he told me.

"She's not my girlfriend," I replied. I tried to explain our relationship but I didn't think I was getting through to him. After a while he stopped me.

"You all are fuck buddies," he said cutting to the point. "You take her out and fuck the hell out of her, and she likes it, but you don't relate any other way.

This was a better description of my relationship with Diane than I had been able to come up with. Smitty had defined it for me perfectly and I actually felt better about it once he explained it wasn't uncommon.

The changes in my life were affecting the amount of time I had with Diane as well. We still played our after school game in the bathroom occasionally but I took it down a notch to avoid being caught. Her parents were very strict and, if we were found out, it would be the end of a good thing.

It was obvious Diane wanted more but I didn't have the time to put anything together. I teased her with what we had done and how she had been naked in the hall that day. That got her going and she usually wanted to use the same restroom that we had before.

I made her start coming to the gym and she did her homework on a table Smitty set up for her. He place it with a reason in mind, and I realized from up in the ring we could see under the table and up her skirt if she was wearing one. I made sure she always wore one and that she knew what was going on. She really enjoyed going to the gym after that.

We were usually the last ones out and Smitty gave me a key so I could come in early or lock up late. Smitty had to leave early one night, so Diane and I stayed behind as I finished my workout.

When I was done, I made Diane come with me to the men's locker room. It was dank and smelled of sweat, which made her cover her nose. I made her strip and together we stepped into the shower room. She washed me down and rinsed me off before sinking to her knees to suck my cock. She was excited at the prospect of being in the locker room but I wanted to push a little further.

We grabbed towels and headed out into the open gym. The front door was locked but being out in the open like this was an aphrodisiac for Diane. She was wanted to be fucked now right then but I made her wait until we were up in the ring. Once on the canvas I put her down on her back and was on her in an instant.

I pounded her long and hard as I was in better shape than ever. We both had several orgasms and an hour later we were still going at it in the middle of the ring. I had Diane on her knees and was fucking her from behind when I heard the front door open. We both looked over to see Smitty coming in.

Smitty stopped short when he saw us and we all froze for a second. Since I was in the middle of something, so I started pumping into Diane again even as she tried to get up and cover herself. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into position while so I could slam into her harder.

"Oh, sorry," Smitty said, embarrassed by his intrusion. He backed out the door slowly and winked at me with a grin on his face.

Diane went crazy on my dick as the door closed. She pushed back into me faster and harder than she ever had and I banged against her ass for a few more minutes before we both came. I fell on top of her in the middle of the ring, both of us exhausted from our efforts.

I realized at school Diane had a bit of an attitude toward some the people I knew. It was especially noticeable around the Three Amigos. The three geeks that I had known since freshman year were nice guys, but still awkward around girls. Diane made it worse with her snooty behavior to the point that I had to say something to her about it. After that she was better, but it still upset me since I would have been one of those guys had it not been for the fight I had the last day of school.

Diane wasn't the only thing bothering me at school. The aptitude tests caused a problem for me that I couldn't dodge. It never occurred to me that the tests were used to place students in advanced classes and within a week after receiving the results, I was in the principle's office with my parents.

Apparently I hadn't been applying myself and the principal recommended I be moved to all advanced classes immediately. I had no intention of changing in the middle of the school year but the principal was convinced I would be able to take on the extra work without a problem. After an hour of back and forth I settled for one advanced class. My parents agreed and I was bumped into a different math class for the remainder of the year.

You should have seen the faces of the other students as I walked into my first day of the advanced class. These were honor students and, although I was cool with them in the hall, they didn't seem to be very excited to see me there. The only people excited to see me were the Three Amigos. Those guys were pumped that I was going to be in their class and wanted me to sit in the front row next to them. I politely declined and moved to the back of the room as usual.

It turned out that the class was freaking hard! I wouldn't wasn't going to be able to coast through like I had in algebra. For the first time, I had to do homework and study for a class. I also met Katy in this class and we got along great. It bothered me a little that Diane was so cold to her but Katy didn't seem to mind.

Because I was getting so much sex from Diane I never pushed to get anything from Katy. We were friends and although she was hot she never dressed to impress. It didn't matter to me; I enjoyed her company and her sharp wit. Katy was funny and quick, always with a smile and joking around. Diane was definitely jealous but, as Smitty reminded me, she was just my fuck buddy.

After a few weeks I asked Katy out and she seemed surprised. "What about your girlfriend?"

"Diane isn't my girlfriend," I told her. Katy looked suspicious and I decided to tell her the truth. I told her about Diane and our adventures. I figured she would tell me to screw off but she listened and even prodded for more detail. When I finished she sat quietly thinking about it.

"Ok," she finally said.

"Ok what?" I asked.

"I will go out with you but I have one condition," she hesitated, "Diane has to go with us.."

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Chapter 4

My job at the garage was working out well. It gave me extra money and I had come across a steal on an old Chevelle that one of the customers wanted to get rid of. Jesse, my boss, helped me with the paper work and gave suggestions on how to proceed on restoring it. He even stayed late on Tuesday nights to help me work on the car to get it in shape. I think because I caught on fast he was willing to be helpful.

"She's going to be a hell of a sleeper when she's done," he told me. All I could see at the moment was an old car with a blown straight six motor. He assured me I would see it differently later on.

The boxing gym was a blast. Smitty was always happy to see me and even happier when Diane came along. I had her wearing more and more revealing outfits just for him and I could tell he really appreciated it.

Smitty began trying to talk me into taking a match at a local boxing event that was being held in a few months. I wasn't sure if I would be up for it, mostly because I had to drop another twelve pounds to make the weight class. I was ripped already and I couldn't understand how it would be possible. Smitty assured me that it wouldn't be a problem, so I told him I would give it some serious thought.

I also confided in Smitty about the issue with Katy. He listened intensely as I told him about how she was a senior and the condition of going out with me.

"Boy," he said after listening to me, "You better take that girl up on her offer." I asked him why and what he was thinking, but all I got out of him was a grin and wink. I figured he was more experienced with this type of thing so I began making plans to take the two girls out.

The hard part of my Friday night date was going to be getting Diane to go along with it. I waited until the last minute and then I decided, what the hell, and just picked her up without letting on.

"In the back," I told her as she tried to get into my car. She blinked a few times before reaching for the rear door handle on my old sedan. She got into the back and moved to the middle of the seat.

"Who is going with us?," she asked.

"You'll see shortly," I grinned. I'm sure she thought it was another game I had planned and I could see her start to flush, a sure sign that she was excited. Little did she know it wasn't my game we were playing tonight, and I had no idea what Katy had in mind.

I pulled up to Katy's house but Diane still had no clue just who lived there. I took the keys with me as I got out of the car because I had no inkling of what was about to transpire given the history between these two. I headed up to the door and Katy answered when I knocked.

"Is she here?" was the first thing Katy asked. I was a little put off by this but nodded anyway. I guess she picked up on my disapproval because she gave me a quick kiss on the lips as she came out the door. We headed for the car and I could just make out Diane's strained features as she realized who would be joining us.

I opened the door for Katy and she slid into the front seat without a backward glance to Diane. I got in and made it almost out the driveway before the inevitable started.

"What the FUCK is she doing here?" Diane yelled at me.

I slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop before turning to confront her. I never got the chance because Katy spoke first.

"Shut your mouth you little slut! If you talk to my boyfriend like that one more time I will drag your ass out of this car and spank you in the middle of the street!" Katy glared directly into the other girl's eyes and it was Diane that turned away and looked down without another word.

I was in shock as Katy calmly shifted her gaze back to me and in her normal pleasant voice said, "Where would you like to go tonight?"

I took in the situation quickly and decided to see where this would go. In my coolest voice I said, "Um, I'm open to anything you want to try."

"Ok," she replied, "How about a movie?"

It wasn't the answer I was expecting but I tried not to show my disappointment.

"Sounds good to me," neither of us looked back to check with Diane as it had already been made clear that she was along for the ride. I could see her face in the rear view mirror and I could swear that the tell-tale redness was back in her cheeks; although, it could easily have been that she was just mad, but I couldn't tell for sure.

After some thought, a movie did sound good to me. I was always working or at the gym during my free time, so I hadn't been to a theater in months. Katy suggested a film that had been out for a while and wouldn't be playing much longer on the big screen. Our local theater had already dropped it, so we headed to the next town over. The theater was older than the one I was used to, but I wasn't going to object.

Diane hadn't said another word the entire trip, at least, not when I was in the car. As I was pumping gas, I saw Katy had turned in the seat to talk to Diane. It didn't look like they were fighting, so I left it alone.

Once at the theater I got in line to buy the tickets but Katy pulled me to the side, took the money, and handed it to Diane with instructions on which tickets to get. Surprisingly, Diane complied without a word and got in line.

Since it was going to be a few minutes before she would make it to the cashier, Katy and I walked inside the theater to get drinks and popcorn. By the time we had our treats, Diane was back and Katy unloaded everything into her arms.

I let her treatment of Diane go for the moment but I wouldn't let Katy take it too far. I was also holding back because Diane had that familiar glow about her. It occurred to me that Katy was pushing buttons that I hadn't figured out where there yet. I decided to watch them closely but let the evening run its course.

The movie we picked was deserted with only one old guy sitting close the front of the theater. It was late by the time we got there, so it was the last run of the night. I was beginning to suspect Katy had planned it this way. We went all the way up to the back row and I was about to turn down the aisle when Katy whispered for me to make Diane sit in front of us.

I had a feeling Katy was going somewhere with this so I pointed to the second to last row, "Diane, sit in the row ahead of us." Her eyes grew big and gave me a brief look of despair before turning down the aisle before ours and then waited until we were seated before settling down in front of us.

"Diane," I said as I tapped her shoulder, "I need our drinks." She handed the snacks and drinks back to us before turning back to face the screen. I still couldn't tell exactly how she was feeling and my guess was she didn't either.

The movie started about that time and I forgot about it for the moment as the lights went down. It was a good flick and I was caught up in the plot when Katy leaned over and snuggled up close to me. A few minutes later she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, jacking me off as the movie played.

She stroked me slowly while licking my earlobe at the same time. It was driving me crazy and as I got close to cumming she stopped.

"What the hell?" I couldn't believe she was toying with me like this. I was used to getting what I wanted and I didn't like being teased.

"Get her to blow you," Katy whispered in my ear.

I looked at her again and she gave me a broad grin. She had set the whole thing up from the beginning. After thinking about it for a few seconds I realized that Diane would get off on being told to suck me like this.

I tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned around my cock was right at eye level. She balked for a second, looking from Katy and then to me. I pointed at my hard dick and she understood exactly what I was asking for. Her face flushed bright red again as she turned around in her seat, got on her knees, and began sucking my cock while Katy and I made out above her.

I was really wound up as Diane slowly took the entire length up and down the way she knew I loved. With the two of them working on me it wasn't long before I was ready to pop. I looked down and I realized she was not just sucking my cock; Diane was playing with her pussy at the same time.

Seeing her act that way put me over the edge and as it became apparent I was about to cum, Katy grabbed Diane's hair to pulled her face back far enough that I spurted all over her. She squealed as the hot streams of cum blasted her cheek and mouth and then, she came as well. She shook in the seat before us and let out a low loud moan that caught us by surprise.

I think we all realized at the same time that it wasn't Diane that was moaning so loudly. We looked to the stairway and standing at the aisle entrance was the older guy from the front of the theater. He had his cock out and was jacking it furiously. We had looked over just in time to see him shoot a load all over the first few seats in our row.

As we calmed down from what had just happened, the man took off quickly down the stairs and out the door. We all looked at each other and then burst out laughing. As Diane reached for a napkin to clean up with I stopped her.

"Spread my cum on your face," I told her, "leave it on until you get home."

She did as requested without hesitating. The mood was light and the girls continued to giggle as I put my dick away. The movie was still playing and almost over but we had missed quite a bit of it. Since it longer held our interest anyway, so we walked down the stairway and out the door. Katy was on my arm and Diane a few steps behind.

Chapter 5

After that night, Katy and I had a serious talk about our relationship. Even though she was a senior, she hadn't dated much through high school because the boys just wanted in her pants. Coupled with the fact that she wanted a scholarship, dating had gone to the back of her to do list. She was hit on constantly, but had turned everyone down the last few years thinking it wasn't worth the effort or the time it would take from her studies.

The rumors that Katy had heard about Diane and I intrigued her. The most popular one seemed to be that I had rescued her from some guy that was abusive and now, Diane owed me. It was almost comical but I guess the timing of the fight I was expelled over and our dating did coincide.

Katy was very analytical so she had observed us from a distance and, on occasions, studied some psychology texts that she thought were appropriate. This was how she knew to approach Diane so strongly in the car the first night we went out.

It turned out we were the perfect couple. She wanted to save her virginity for a special time and I had Diane to relieve my sexual tensions. We went on dates without Diane and had a blast. Katy and I had the same quirky sense of humor and she could keep up with me in every way. She took an interest in the things I was doing by coming by my job and the gym.

She and Smitty hit it off instantly and from then on she would come to the gym every night to study and watch me prepare for the fight I had coming up in a month. She even researched nutrition to help me cut weight and explained how the last week before the fight it would just be a matter of losing water to make the limit.

We got into a rhythm and about twice a week we had date nights. This was usually followed by picking up Diane at the end of the night and going to the park or some other secluded place. Katy would kiss and tease me while Diane would do everything else to get me off. I was having fun, Diane was always turned on, and Katy was having sex vicariously. It was perfect.

My birthday was coming up in a few weeks and Katy, being the imaginative minx she was, wanted to make it special. She quizzed me on what I wanted for a gift, where I wanted to go, and if there was anything I wanted Diane to do for me. I half-jokingly told her I wished Diane was nicer to the Three Amigos. They were geeks, but it bothered me that she still had an attitude towards them, even after our talk.

Katy listened quietly but didn't say anything. She had been able to get Diane to talk to her about things that she would never open up to me about. I figured she would discuss the situation with Diane and it might actually make a difference. Katy was good with her and I could see that she had gained Diane's trust.

The weekend before my birthday my parent were going out of town to visit my grandmother. Since I didn't want to miss work, they were going to allow me to stay home by myself. It wasn't the first time I had been left to take care of things but, it would be the first time I had company while they were away.

Katy was thrilled to find out we would have the house to ourselves for the entire weekend. She set about planning my birthday party but wouldn't tell me the details. I had plenty to do anyway, with my job and training for the fight, so I let her handle it. She recruited Diane to help with the planning so I didn't have to do anything but show up.

The last few days before my birthday party Diane began to act a little strange. She was hornier than usual and seemed almost embarrassed to look at me. I had never seen her this way before so I surmised that Katy had come up with a way to include her at the party. Katy asked me not to have sex with Diane that week so I figured that was contributing to her behavior.

Friday finally came and Katy came to the shop to get the keys to the house and asked me not to come home until 8pm. It wasn't a problem, since I never got home until then on normal days. I needed to spend some more time on the Chevelle as Jesse was helping me put the finishing touches on my new V8 engine. We had already installed it and tonight we planned to crank it up for the first time. Around 8pm we had it running and Jesse had been right on the mark when he told me I would appreciate the car soon enough.

I headed home and when I got to the door I found it locked. Ringing the bell brought Katy and she pulled me into the hallway before insisting I put on a blindfold. I had a good idea that I was about to see why Diane had been worked up all week so I let her guide me blindly into the living room. Once there she popped off the blindfold and I have to admit I was in shock to say the least.

In the middle of the room was a table with the Three Amigo's standing next to it. There were playing cards all ready to go and four chairs with the rest of the room decorated in a casino theme complete with a roulette wheel.

"Happy Birthday" Jerry, David, and Curt yelled as the blindfold came off. I was stunned and speechless as I looked around the room. Diane was nowhere to be seen and I had a hard time figuring out what was going on. It seemed uncharacteristically mundane for Katy to set up such a corny theme for my party. Especially when she knew I didn't gamble and had no interest in it. I looked at Katy and she seemed to beam at my reaction.

"Surprised?" she quizzed.

"You have no idea," I responded. I kept my disappointment from showing as the guys came over to wish me a happy birthday. I was glad to see them but I was still trying to figure out why Katy had only invited these three. I knew she was a bright girl so I waited to see what the real surprise was going to be.

We settled down at the table and, since I had never played before, the guys explained the rules of five card stud. We dealt our first hand as Katy went to the kitchen to get us food. In a few minutes, it was Diane that returned with a tray and the game came to an abrupt stop.

Diane was crimson red in the face and it had to do with her outfit. She was wearing a French maid costume which pushed her firm breasts almost completely out of the top and the skirt was barely below her pussy. She was swaying toward us seductively on six inch heels and, when she turned, I realized the back of the skirt would show her ass if she bent over even a small amount. She obviously knew this as well because she walked rigidly upright across the living room floor. I looked around the table as she headed directly to me and the other guys were following her with their eyes across the room as if in a trance.

"Happy Birthday Sir," she squeaked, straining to keep her composure. She began putting down my drink and some snacks as I looked her over close up. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh and under the skirt to find she had on a thong. She shuddered at my touch and I belatedly realized that she had called me Sir. This was new.

Diane continued around the table delivering drinks and snacks until the tray was empty and headed back to the kitchen. Four pairs of eyes followed her cute swaying ass until she walked past Katy, into the kitchen, and out of sight. Katy caught my eye and I could see she was pleased with herself. I had to admit, this party was getting better.

We resumed our card game with the dealer changing every hand. Thank goodness we were only paying for poker chips because I was getting stomped. In just a little over two hours I had almost no chips left. I wasn't too surprised since I was playing against three boy geniuses and Curt was using a freaking calculator to bet.

With only a few chips left it appeared I was done. Diane happened to be standing next to me and I could actually smell her arousal. I looked at the floor between her feet and I realized there were a few drop of moisture there. She was literally dripping wet!

I decided to up the ante a bit with the next hand. I pushed in my four chips and waited for the guys to explain that I didn't have enough to bet on this hand. I understood of course, but I played it up like I just had an epiphany.

"What would this skirt be worth?" I asked as I tugged at Diane's costume.

It became extremely quiet and I thought I had gone too far but Katy piped up to save me, "That should be enough to at least finish this hand."

The guys agreed readily and got their cards. All three now had calculators out and were busy punching in numbers. Of course, I lost that hand and now Diane stood shivering with anticipation. I had her move to the middle of the floor so we could all see her and then told her to take off the skirt.

She moved slowly out to where we could better look at her and then, with trembling fingers, she pulled the skirt away to show her now soaked G-string. The boys all let out a collective sigh and then Katy had her arms around me from behind.

"Time for a different game." she whispered in my ear.

We moved to the roulette table, which I thought was just for decoration, and Katy explained the rules. She produced a poster with a grid that had a picture of each item of Diane's costume.

"You each get four poker chips of the same color. You place them any single number on the field and you can pick one article to take off of our waitress. If the ball lands on double zero all the players win the prize on this card."

Before putting the card face down on the table she showed it to Diane. Her reaction was priceless as she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. It was apparent she wasn't aware of this beforehand.

"Relax," said Katy, "The odds are 37 to 1 in your favor." This didn't seem to relax Diane at all, so all the guys were extremely curious what was written on the card.

We all placed our bets and you would think with almost half the layout covered the odds were in our favor. It didn't work out that way. Eight spins later and nothing had been removed from Diane except the skirt I had lost for her earlier. Katy was prepared for this and handed out two more chips per player.

"That ought to increase your odds," She grinned.

The very next spin David hit and was trying to decide what article of clothing to pick. It took so long we all started harassing him until he picked her blouse. Diane stood quietly while David fumbled with the buttons before finally pulling the shirt free.

The bra Diane had on was barely holding her breasts and part of one nipple was visible. This spurred on the competition and every few spins someone was winning. It was a lot of fun and we all moaned or cheered as a group depending on which number came up.

We were down to just Diane's G-String when the improbable happened. The ball fell on double zero.

The room got quiet and then erupted in applause as everyone but Diane was pumped to see what the prize was. Katy was surprised as well but, when I caught her eye, she shrugged. Diane looked mortified. The look on her face was slowly replaced with her usual warm glow and I knew that whatever it was, she would be good to go.

The guys quieted down and Katy took the card, "Here it is boys. The best prize of the night."

She flipped the card over and I was stunned to see that the word BLOWJOB was printed in big bold letters. Everyone was silent for a split second and then Curt yelled, "I'm first!"

We all laughed and even Diane giggled at his response. We had the practically naked Diane hold three cards and each of the Three Amigos took one. The all flipped them over at the same time and Curt had the low card. We all busted out laughing again as Diane took David's high card and led him to the nearby bathroom to claim his prize.

Obviously the night was winding down and when Curt finished with Diane, she came back to the room completely naked. We said our goodbyes to the Three Amigos and then I took the two girls to bed.

We fucked like bunnies for hours and just as we were about to fall asleep at dawn, I thanked Katy for a wonderful birthday present. Both she and Diane giggled.

"Silly boy," Katy cooed, "This was just your birthday party. You don't get your presents until next weekend on your real birth date."

Chapter 6

Katy, Diane, and I were exhausted. We had spent the Saturday after the party screwing around, in more ways than one. We decided to take a break on Sunday morning to give us all time to catch up on school work and get ready for the week. I constantly pried the two nymphos to find out what they had planned for my birthday gift, but they weren't talking.

The next day I headed for work after school and found my Chevelle was gone. Jesse had taken it to a friend's paint shop to get an estimate since the first one we got was almost $4000. There was no way I could come up with that amount any time soon so it was nice of Jesse to take the time to help me get a better deal.

Jesse gave me the next two weeks off to train for my fight and he promised to attend. I headed over to Smitty's and he was happy to hear I had the extra time to train and pushed me harder than ever. By Thursday I was completely worn down but the extra training made me feel like I was ready for my fight. All I had to do was cut weight and stay healthy.

School was ending soon and prom was just around the corner. I wanted to take both the girls but I knew that wouldn't be allowed. Katy was going to be my date but I wanted to include Diane as well. I spent a lot of time thinking about it and finally decided on a course of action.

The week flew by and before I knew it the weekend had arrived. My parents had been back for a few days so when Saturday morning rolled around they woke me up early. This was unusual but, being my birthday, it didn't surprise me too much. Breakfast was already on the table when I got to the kitchen and both my Mom and Dad looked anxious.

After a few seconds of us just staring at one another, they both broke out in huge grins and yelled, "Happy Birthday!" Mom pulled out a card and Dad slid a small box over to me. I opened the card first and it had a $100 bill inside. The card said, 'This is for gas.'

They looked at me expectantly as I open the box to find a car key. I recognized it immediately as belonging to my Chevelle and I looked back at them quizzically.

Dad nodded toward the door and I jumped up and ran outside. In the driveway was my Chevelle. It had been painted dark blue with white racing stripes and looked incredible. It had the rims on it that I had purchased second hand and the exact tires that I had been saving for. I was ecstatic to say the least. The seats that Jesse and I had removed were now recovered and the carpet was new as well.

"How did you do this?" I asked them.

They explained that they had contacted Jesse to see how I was doing and when he told them about the car they wanted to see it. Once at the shop, Jesse had raved about what a good kid I was and my parents had suggested they pay to finish up the car for me as a birthday gift.

Jesse had sent the seats out to be recovered the day after we took them out and then delivered the car to the body shop for paint last Friday when I left for the party. This gave them plenty of time to paint the car and put the new seats and carpet in before today.

"This is because of the great job you have done this year in school," Mom said. Dad told me how proud he was as well and they both promised to support me by being at the fight next week. I was so excited I couldn't wait to show the girls and, with a quick hug and kiss for my parents, jumped in the car and took off.

I was halfway to Katy's before I realized it was still early. Too excited to wait I went straight to her house and was surprised to find her outside with a small bag. She got in as I pulled to a stop in front of the curve.

"Looks good, doesn't it," she said as I pulled back into the street.

"How did you know what was going on?" I asked.

"Diane and I were supposed to keep you busy after work on Friday; did we do a good job?"

"Oh yeah, you did a great job. How did you know I was coming?"

"Your parents called to let me know," she laughed, "We are going on a road trip!"

I pulled up to Diane's house and she was at the curb with a small bag as well. I guess everyone was in on this one. With the three of us in my Chevelle, I power braked a long burnout at the last stop sign before getting on the highway. The girls screamed in delight as tire smoke rolled in the windows and the sound of the V8 overpowered us. This was going to be a great weekend.

Our trip would take about three hours one way so Katy and Diane took turns telling me how they had planned this little adventure. My parents had actually asked them to come by the house while I was at work. They were both nervous, thinking our 'games' had been found out and the shit was about to hit the fan. You can imagine their relief when they were asked to get me away from the shop so the car could be moved. My mom knew Katy was my girlfriend but felt nothing would happen if both the girls were there. Diane had the presence to ask if the three of us could take a road trip after I got the car and my mom, not knowing our real relationship, had agreed. We had the weekend to ourselves in the city.

We rolled into town and checked into our hotel room. We called our parents to let them know we made it ok and would be going out soon. We had rented two adjoining rooms to keep up appearances and the girls went to change. I relaxed on the bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up I was greeted by a cock hardening sight. Katy was wearing a summer dress with heels. She had makeup on and looked stunning. Diane was also dressed up but in a much different fashion. She had on a cropped shirt that came to just below her tits and a skirt that couldn't have been more than six inches long. She had on a black choker and her eyes and face was heavily made up, making her appear quite a bit older.

I felt under dressed now and jumped up to change, only to find my cloths already laid spread out. The nice jeans and button up shirt that the girls had bought for me wasn't what I would have picked, but I had to admit they looked good. We headed out to a nearby club Katy had been to on a previous trip.

The teen club was packed and you could actually feel the loud music. We headed straight to the dance floor and began to find the rhythm as the three of us danced together. We never left the floor that night except to get something to drink and then right back out again. Katy stayed close and gyrated up against me while Diane came and went, moving around the entire floor as hands grabbed at her from all sides. She let them touch her and when they became too bold she moved back close to me and let everyone know who she was with.

One of these times, well after midnight, I reached down and found her wearing panties. She hadn't worn them in some time so it surprised me somewhat.

"Why are you wearing panties?" I demanded.

She looked at me and then to Katy before looking back to me. She stood frozen, without saying a word.

"Take them off," I told her. She hesitated, then nodded and began to move in the direction of the bathroom. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me, "Take them off now."

Diane began to tremble as we stood still on the dance floor with everyone dancing around us. No one had noticed yet but Katy realized what was going on.

"Wait," she yelled at me over the music. The terrified Diane stood with the blood draining from her face, "Let's do this in private,"

I looked at her for a few seconds and then back at Diane. "Take them off I said."

Diane hesitated for a split second before reaching under her micro skirt and pulling down her panties right in the middle of the dance floor. With so many people moving and the darkness of the room, only a few saw her, but to Diane it had to feel like everyone knew what she had done.

She gripped the balled up panties in her hands and a young guy next to her stood open mouthed at her actions. Diane still looked terrified and I couldn't figure it out. I walked up to her and she put her arms around me holding pulling me her to her me tightly. Her breath was coming quickly but she didn't move from the spot where she had taken off her panties. I pulled her arms from around my neck and the guy next to us was still staring.

"Give him your panties," I told the terrified girl. She looked at the gawking boy and then pushed her hand in his direction, shoving the panties into his chest where he grabbed them.

"Can we go now?" she asked timidly.

"Sure," I said, not quite understanding her reaction.

Katy looked pale as I turned to lead them out the door. I hadn't gotten two steps when I heard a small thud and then a girl screamed, "OH MY GOD!"

I turned to see Diane blushing profusely with a small blue dildo, slick with her juices, lying between her feet on the dance floor! Katy grabbed Diane's hand and pulled her close behind as we beat it for the exit.

We were out the door before any trouble could start and I was pulling out of the parking lot with the girls before a group of boys came out looking for the Diane. We skidded out onto the road and left a couple tire tracks for them as we sped away.

Once we were clear Katy started laughing and within a few seconds Diane and I joined her.

"Did you see their faces?" Katy chuckled, "Those guys had no idea what to think."

Diane was slow to calm down and I could see the event had aroused her.

"Play with your pussy," I said, looking in the rear-view mirror. Diane didn't need to be told twice. As I drove back toward the hotel I could see she was ready to orgasm.

"Stop," I commanded. I heard a groan coming from next to me and I could see that Katy was following my instructions too. I floored the car and we made it to the hotel in record time.

Once we arrived, I hustled the girls into the elevator and hit the button for our floor. I looked closely at the two and both were obviously horny as hell. It was late so I decided to push my luck.

"Strip," I said. Diane needed no further prodding and began to undress.

"You too," I told Katy. She balked and turned a peculiar shade of red.

I turned to face her squarely and looking her directly in the eye, "NOW!"

Katy tugged at the helm of her dress and I wasn't surprised to find she was completely naked under the single cloth. She held the dress in front of her and continued to blush while Diane looked at her with an amused grin on her face.

"Diane," I said to her softly, "Would you mind holding Katy's dress, please."

Diane quickly pulled Katy's cover away and we both stared openly as she tried to avoid our eyes. In comparison, Diane didn't even seem to notice her nudity. The elevator door opened causing Katy to gasp. We looked down the hall to see it was empty and made or way to my door. I barely had the door open when Katy blasted past me and into the room, making Diane burst into laughter.

"You are so dead!" she yelled at me with a huge smile on her face. I had never asked her to do anything like this before, but I knew it turned her on to see Diane be submissive. She threw a pillow at me before she and Diane went to the adjoining room to get my gifts ready.

It took me about 30 seconds to get undressed, leaving about fifteen minutes to wait for the girls. Finally, the door opened and Katy stood dressed in a white flowing, see through gown. She stepped back to reveal Diane kneeling on the floor in a black corset that came just up to her tits. The sides were cut perfectly to fit over her hips and then came down to a point just above her crotch. She was still wearing the black choker and had her hands behind her back, her spread legs revealing her shaved pussy.

"Sir," she said in a husky voice, "May I give you my present?"

I nodded and she stood up and went over to the bed. She climbed up on her hands and knees to the center and then bent over with her face on the bed and her ass high in the air. She reached back and spread her ass for me to see the little black butt plug that had been inserted into her.

"Please fuck my ass Sir," she moaned.

I didn't hesitate and climbed up behind her. She continued to spread her ass as I pulled at the plug. It popped out and I was at her entrance with my cock almost immediately. I began pushing into her with slow easy thrusts and then began to quicken my pace as my shaft plunged deeper. Before long I was pounding her hard and she was moaning loudly as I pummeled her ass. I kept going for what seemed like a like forever as I enjoyed Diane's gift and finally, I began to cum. Diane reacted in kind as we both shuddered together in climax.

There was a moan to my left and I looked over to see Katy in a chair next to the bed, vigorously masturbating to an orgasm. She had a glassy eyed look on her face as she erupted in pleasure while watching Diane and I do the same. I rolled onto my back and lay panting as Katy took my hand and brought it to her mouth, kissing it gently.

"You took her virginity," She said seductively, "Now take mine,"

Diane cleaned my cock with her mouth, getting it hard again with her efforts. I pulled Katy onto the bed and, with Diane beside us, took her virginity as gently and romantically as I could..

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Chapter 7

It was only a few days before my fight and Smitty had a plan. We decided I was only about six pounds over the class weight so I still needed to cut some more. I didn't realize at the time that Smitty had been keeping me well within our goal and now it shouldn't be too hard to get there.

When I wasn't at in school, I spent all my time in the gym and with the girls were always present. As I prepared, they sat at their table and pretended to do homework, but I knew what they were thinking about. I was worried about the distraction but Smitty had a way to handle the situation.

In the back of the gym there was an old sauna that hadn't been used in years. Smitty explained that he hadn't had a fighter that wanted to get serious to the point of cutting weight like I was. Until now, no one wanted to go through the torture, so they just fought in a higher weight class. He was going to clean it up a few weeks before the fight but had decided to wait.

"Get the girls to clean up the sauna," he told me at the beginning of the week, "It will keep them busy and you will have time to focus on what you need to do, rather than doing them." He grinned at his little joke since he knew everything about my relationship with them.

No one was at the gym this late so I took them to the back and explained what I needed done. Surprisingly, they were eager to help.

"Strip down before you get started," I said on the way out of the locker room, and then looking back at Katy, "both of you." I turned and left before she could react but I'm sure she turned several shades of red. I wasn't convinced she would play along.

Smitty and I slowed our pace during training and worked on technique the rest of the evening without interruption. By the time we finished I was exhausted from both the physical exertion and the reduced calorie diet I had to be on.

"You'll be ok," Smitty reassured me, "Just keep doin' what you're doin' and it'll be fine."

We were almost to the locker room when I remembered the girls. Smitty was right behind me as I grabbed the door handle and, after hesitating for just a second, I turned the handle and walked into the room.

The girls had their backs to us and were just finishing up the cleaning of the sauna. Both were naked and Smitty let out a low whistle.

"Damn," he said, "That looks good."

I didn't know if he was talking about the sauna or the girls, but either way, he was right. Katy and Diane spun around when they heard him and reacted by covering themselves. I didn't say anything but walked up to the sauna to check their work as both stood frozen where we found them.

"Get the spots on the inside of the door," I told Katy. She blushed even more but moved to the spot I indicated and began cleaning the glass.

"Diane, go turn the shower on and let the water heat up." She dropped her hands from her breasts and obediently padded off the take care of her task.

Smitty was quick to catch on and pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary. It occurred to me that with his background in the pro fight arena, it might not be that much out of the norm for him. We talked about the upcoming fight as he stole glances at Katy and even Diane when she returned.

I had Diane unwrap my hands while Smitty packed his bag and with a last glance at both the girls, told us good night and headed home. I'm not sure how I had the energy for what happened next but the shower, the locker room bench, the newly cleaned sauna, and a towel on the floor became locations for our fuck fest. First I took Katy, and then Diane, before simply going back and forth between them for another close to an hour. I realized I might not survive until fight night.

That week was a blur of activity as I prepared. Smitty and I kept the girls busy cleaning while we worked out our game plan and final preparations. I made them do the work in the nude and both Diane and Katy seemed eager to be moving about naked in the large building.

It surprised me that Katy seemed to be as excited about the prospect of being submissive as Diane was. Her demeanor changed when I ordered her to do something and the nudity was keeping her hot all the time.

Two days before the fight, Smitty called us all together when we arrived at the gym.

"I know this last week has been fun for all of us," he said somberly, "But this is an important time for our champ. He needs to have all his strength in reserve and his weight is almost perfect. Thanks for helping him lose fluids." He winked at the blushing girls.

He turned to me, "If you want to win this fight you need to do everything right in the next 48 hours. Do what I tell you, and I guarantee you will win" I nodded and he glanced over at the girls so I shooed them off to begin their ritual of stripping down to begin cleaning the next area of the gym. They were getting more comfortable with the idea but still moved to the far corner before undressing.

"You need to keep them off of you until after the fight," he said seriously, "You're beat down now and weigh in is tomorrow night. You need to lose three more pounds and I don't want you to lose any more energy. You need to leave the girls alone for the next two days."

I understood what he meant and I think I was actually relieved. The strain of the diet and training was beginning to get to me and I was irritable, even with the girls. I decided to talk with them after practice with the thought that I would come up with a good way to present the issue by the time I was ready for my shower. I was wrong.

Smitty didn't hang around this time. He left as soon as we finished and I was alone with the two of them. Seeing we were through, they both came over and began helping me by unraveling my hand wraps. With them naked and sweating so close to me I had gotten so hard it wasn't funny, but I was determined to do the right thing to win my fight.

The girls giggled as I finished stripping down and we all headed to the shower. I hadn't even gotten under the water before Katy had grabbed me playfully from behind and Diane was on her knees trying to suck my cock into her mouth.

"Stop!" I shouted as I wrestled away from them. They both looked hurt and confused at my reaction. "I need to…" I trailed off as they both looked at me expectantly.

"I need something different." I stated suddenly, "Diane, eat Katy's pussy."

I had no idea how this would play out but Diane was already crawling toward Katy as she backed up to the shower wall. Katy looked at me and I smiled. She seemed to relax as Diane caught her against the wall and dove between her legs, probing with her tongue.

While Diane began working in earnest, I stepped under the warm shower and watched them as I relaxed and rinsed off. Katy was gorgeous. Leaning against the wall with her hips pushed forward to meet Diane's tongue, she looked incredible. Actually, the two of them together like this was really turning me on and, as Katy began to climax, I noticed Diane was furiously rubbing her clit, cumming at the same time.

'Fuck this!' I thought to myself as my determination dissolved. I stepped out of the water and toward the girls and they immediately came to me. Katy dropped to her knees beside Diane and they both worked on my cock as a team. Within seconds I was ready to pop and let loose several jets of cum that took them by surprise. They looked at each other, and then up to me before Katy turned to Diane, and gently kissed her.

Fight night was finally here. The weigh in went without a hitch although I thought I would pass out from dehydration. This was my first time to see my opponent and he looked to be in shape. With a huge tattoo on his chest, and blond spiky hair, I figured he had to be at least five years older than I was.

Katy, Diane, my parents, and Jesse where all in the crowd of about 800 other people who had arriving arrived to see the show. My bout was scheduled first so I didn't have time to get nervous. Smitty had my weight back up and I had to admit, I felt better than ever. He worked my corner by himself and we went over the game plan until the first bell rang.

When I moved out into the middle of the canvas I was so focused it felt like everything was in slow motion. I followed the game plan, 1, 2, step right, jab, jab. My confidence grew and I realized I was much quicker than my opponent. I looked for the things Smitty had drilled into me as I backed him into a corner. I waited for him to throw a few punches and as he tried to escape I hammered him in the chin with a left hook.

He went down in a heap and the referee pushed me away. I was so in the zone I didn't even hear the crowd until the ref raised my hand declaring me the winner. It wasn't until then I looked out to my parents and could see they were beaming with pride over my first round victory. The girls were hugging each other and looked excited as I stepped out of the ring and headed to the dressing room.

Smitty was patting me on the back and giving the replay as he saw had seen it. He seemed very happy and I was pleased the outcome had lifted his spirits to a new level. We hustled into the empty dressing room and he began unlacing my gloves.

"I got to get back out and help Alex," he said, "His Pop asked me to be in the corner since he trains at the gym." He pulled the first glove off and I told him I could handle the rest. I saw the girls standing outside the door when Smitty walked out so I pushed it open again and beckoned them in.

"I need to get cleaned up," I told them as they began helping with my taped hands. Both the girls had on jeans and conservative shirts since I they knew my parents were going to be at the fight. They still looked sexy and it was having a noticeable effect on me.

My intention was to get cleaned up and head out to see the rest of the fights but it didn't quite work out that way. The combination of stress and reduced amount of sex over the last few days had me wound up and so I pushed both Katy and Diane to their knees in front of me. I didn't have to say anything as they both helped me out of my shorts and began working on my cock.

With very little effort I coaxed them out of their jeans and was on top of Katy as she lay on the dressing room bench. I lined up my hard shaft with her pussy and I began fucking her. Like a madman, with long hard strokes, I banged into her with a savage intensity I didn't know I had. Katy responded by pulling her legs back and moaning continuously while I had my way with her. By the time I was building to an orgasm, Diane had stripped off all her unadventurous attire and was French kissing Katy. I was so far gone that when I heard the door I couldn't stop pounding Katy against the bench.

"Son, are you decent?" It was my Mom!

"Mom, wait!" I called out, "I'm definitely not decent. Let me get a shower and I will be out in a few."

"I'll come in," said my Dad. The door handle began to turn and the wide eyes of the girls told how they felt as the color drained from their faces.

"No can do sir," came Smitty's booming voice from behind my parents, "Venue regulations say only contestants and corner men in the dressing room."

"Oh," my Dad said, "I didn't realize there was a rule. That's ok, we'll wait until he comes out."

"That will be fine," replied Smitty as the door opened and he stepped in. His massive bulk was the only thing that kept my parents from seeing what was going on in the room although Diane was already hiding in the small attached shower.

"Alex's cousin showed up to corner. Besides, I knew you couldn't wait," grinned Smitty grinned, "You owe me one."

He was right and there would never a better time to settle up than right now. "Diane," I called. She sheepishly peeked out the shower door.

Katy was still on the bench in front of me so I kissed her hard on the mouth, "You're up babe." Katy blushed as I pulled her from the bench and gave her a little push toward Smitty who had his back to the door. She slid down to her knees in front of him and began pulling at his sweat pants. She seductively looked up and licked her lips as the waist line moved down and his hard cock finally came into view.

"Wow!" both the girls said at once. Smitty was a heavy weight in more than one category. Katy grasped the phallus in front of her and excitedly began to kiss it from the tip to the base. She worked her way back up the shaft and struggled to take the head in her mouth as she stroked him with both hands.

Diane wrapped her arms around me from behind and held my cock before moving around in front. We kissed, and she fell to her knees so she could suck my cock. The entire scene was overpowering and within minutes I was cumming in her mouth as she masturbated to her second orgasm.

Still sucking in all she could, Katy was now rapidly jacking Smitty's massive dick in her tiny hand's as he stood rigid against the door with his head thrown back. I pulled Diane with me into the shower and started to wash up while the two finished. A few minutes later Katy stepped into the shower with us smiling ear to ear.

She took Diane's face in her hands and kissed her passionately on the mouth as Diane returned the affection with equal force. After several minutes they broke the kiss and each took a deep breath.

"Holy cow," Diane said, "he had a lot of cum!"

We all laughed at her outburst and then finished our shower before I headed out to see my parents.

The fight was over and both my girls had helped me tremendously. I wanted to show my gratitude by giving them the time of their lives and I had a plan to make it happen. After all, Prom was only a week away.

Chapter 8

I spent the next week making preparations for the prom and getting the money together for all the expenses I was expecting. I had the limo, borrowed from a friend of Jesse's, and Smitty had offered to help as well. After he closed up for the night, he would drive us to a nearby town that had a teen club that I planned to take the girls to after we left the Prom.

Since Diane couldn't go with us, and didn't have a date, I had to figure out a way to include her. By the time Saturday rolled around I thought I had a good plan and we could all have a memorable night. I picked up Diane first in my car and drove to the shop where the limo was waiting. Jesse drove us to Katy's house to pick her up and waited in the car with Diane while I went to the door to get her.

Katy looked awesome in her gown and her parents took pictures of us all dressed up to save the moment. I was uncomfortable in the tux but both Katy and Diane seemed to like it. We did look good as a couple and when we got into the car Diane squealed and hugged Katy to her.

"Oh my God! You look gorgeous!" Diane gushed. "I wish I could go with you guys."

She looked a bit depressed as Jesse pulled out into the street and headed for the school. I nudged Katy and she smiled. We had been planning what to do with Diane to keep her occupied while we were at the dance.

Jesse parked the car and we said our goodbyes as he caught a ride with a friend back to the shop. It was only 9 pm and we didn't expect Smitty until midnight so we had plenty of time. I went to the trunk and pulled out the bag I had stashed earlier that evening before getting back into the car with the girls.

"Strip," I told Diane as I began pulling items out of the bag.

She began undressing as Katy and I prepared our little surprise. Actually, Katy came up with the idea based on her conversations with Diane. It seems we had been a bit tame compared to what she wanted and now was the time to take it to the next level.

With Diane completely nude Katy and I set to the task of hog tying Diane in the limo. We used a lot more rope than expected but we were happy with the results. Diane was completely immobile with her face on the floor board and her ass up in the air. She looked so good I wanted to take her then and there but Katy stopped me.

"Remember the plan," she winked at me. We had decided to tease Diane every thirty minutes or so until it was almost time to go to the club. I resigned to giving her a quick swat on her bare ass and tickling her clit for a few seconds. My finger came away soaked and Katy smiled when I showed her the moisture. We then got out of the car and headed into the dance.

The prom really wasn't much fun. All the kids were standing around waiting for someone else to get on the dance floor. It was lame and within ten minutes I was ready to go play with Diane but Katy held me back.

"Let's dance," she whispered in my ear. She dragged me out onto the dance floor and began to gyrate to the hard beat the DJ was playing. I wasn't embarrassed to be in front of people, especially since I had fought in only a pair of shorts in front 800 people, I just couldn't dance as well as she could.

Katy giggled at my attempts to keep the beat. She literally danced circles around me while I tried to keep up but it was no use. She was having fun though, and I was determined to keep it that way, so I put up with the humiliation. It wasn't a big deal because within a few minutes the floor was full of bouncing, raucous teens.

I began to loosen up and Katy danced close to me with a big smile on her face that made me melt. It was after a slow song as we were swaying gently that I remembered Diane.

"Oh shit!" I groaned. Katy pulled her head off my shoulder.

"What?" she asked expectantly.

"We forgot about Diane," I said as I grabbed her hand and moved quickly toward the door. Katy checked her watch and it was already 10:30. She had been tied in the car for over an hour.

We rushed out to the limo and I pulled the door open ready to apologize but instead stood frozen at the sight before me. One of the Johnson twins was behind Diane on the limo floor, pounding his cock into her ass. I recovered from the shock quickly and reached out to grab his throat but something hit me in the side and I crumpled to the ground.

"Not so tough now, are ya?" growled the second twin from behind me.

I couldn't seem to get my thoughts together and my entire body felt like it was twitching. My side burned where I was hit and nothing was making sense. I heard the car door close but I couldn't look to see where I was… Katy, where was Katy?

I heard her scream and I struggled to make my arms move, to get up, to do something, but I couldn't. I heard Katy scream again and then she was beside me, rolling me over into her arms. Finally, my head began to clear.

"What happened?" I asked.

"The twins," she said, "One of them had a stun gun."

"Are you ok?" I managed to get out.

"She's ok," Smitty's booming voice came from the darkness behind her. He moved into my line of vision, "This is getting to be a bad habit of yours. Me having to save your ass all the time."

I was regaining my strength now and suddenly remembered, "Diane!"

I pushed myself up and opened the car door. Diane was still on the floor where we had left her tied. There were red marks on her ass and cum dripping from her pussy. Katy and I quickly untied her and Diane leapt to me and hugged me tightly around the neck.

"I can't believe it," she whined into my shoulder. I felt so upset I couldn't breathe. I held her close but I didn't know what to say. She broke the hug suddenly and I was looking into her smiling, happy face, "That was the best EVER! I must have cum 20 times! You guys are the best for setting this up for me."

Katy and I exchanged dumbfounded looks. Diane thought we had set up the whole thing! I tried to explain but she was going on and on, in her excited giggling voice, about what had happened and how surprised she was that we had figured out one of her fantasies.

We sat back and listened to her recount how the twins had popped the lock on the limo and found Diane tied up on the floor. They never hesitated in taking advantage, and she was so hot by then it never occurred to her that it wasn't prearranged. One of the brothers would use her hard up the ass or pussy while the other one practically gagged her with his cock at the same time.

She recounted her story in vivid detail that made Katy and I wince a few times. It appeared the boys liked it rough and had spanked her ass and twisted her nipples the entire time. It was a good thing Diane liked it rough as well. She wasn't aware of what had really happened and I guess it didn't matter. The twins had unwittingly made one of her fantasies come true and had it not been for Smitty, Katy would have most likely been their next victim.

I got out of the limo to get some air while Katy talked to her some more. I was feeling better and at least I could move everything again. My side still hurt but it was a dull pain. I wanted to kick the twin's' asses but Diane had actually enjoyed the treatment. I had expected she would enjoy the ropes but neither Katy nor I guessed about the rough sex. I was a bit confused on how to continue. Katy emerged from the car and approached Smitty and me.

"What do you think?" I asked her when she got closer.

"She is ecstatic that we figured her out," Katy said, "She obviously thinks we set the whole thing up. Maybe we should leave it at that tonight and take her home. She is worn out."

I was having a hard time processing the whole thing but Katy made sense. I got Diane's clothes out of the trunk and gave them to her to take to the naked girl.

"What about the rest of the night?" I asked.

"I'm ok, if you're ok," she said and waited for my reply.

"Sure, I guess I'm over it for now." I turned to Smitty, "Are you still in chauffeur mode?"

"Had it planned, might as well see it through," he grinned as I handed him the keys. This was not the night I had expected so maybe some dancing with Katy at the club would change my outlook. We piled back in the car and Smitty headed for Diane's house.

Diane, still naked, climbed into my lap and hugged me again. She laid her head on my shoulder and told Katy and me how relieved she was that we understood her and how she felt like she could now tell us anything… and she did.

It was like a cathartic release for her and she told us all her wildest fantasies, and believe me, they were wild. She went on and on to the point I had to tell Smitty via the intercom to make a few more blocks so she could get it all out.

By the time we reached her house she was totally spent. It turns out the twins hadn't even scratched the surface on her needs and it was somewhat of a relief. I wasn't sure how she would react when I told her the truth but I thought I might be able to put a spin on it that she would be able to handle. I decided to wait and run it by Katy since Diane would be fine at least until Monday.

She finished getting dressed as we pulled up to her house and before opening the door gave Katy a deep kiss and then turned to me and did the same.

"I love you guys," she said, "Promise you will keep making my fantasies come true." And then she was out the door and practically skipping up the steps to her house, happier than we had ever seen her.

It was a forty forty-five minute ride to the club and Katy and I spent the first fifteen minutes of it quiet and lost in our own thoughts. Katy snuggled up next to me in the big back seat and I held her as we mulled over the events of the night. Katy was the first to break the silence.

"That went…well?" She said hesitantly.

The way she said it struck me funny and I began to giggle. Before long we were both rolling in laughter and the tension was finally gone. We had a lot to think about but it appeared the only real injury had been to my ribs and pride. We both put the thoughts out of our minds and relaxed so we could enjoy the rest of the evening.

By the end of the ride we were making out and I was playing with Katy's clit to get her warmed back up. She responded by stroking my cock through my trousers and by the time we pulled up to the club we were both boiling.

Smitty opened the door for us as a joke and we pretended he was really our chauffeur for the benefit of several people passing by. Katy and I got in without a problem and before long we were wedged into the dance floor like sardines as the strobes flashed and the bass blasted in our ears. We danced pressed against each other and it just made us hornier as the night wore on.

It was easy to see we were together so it was something of a shock when a girl pushed in between us and looked me straight in the eye.

I need your help," she said in a fearful voice, "Please come with me."

She grabbed my hand and abruptly turned to walk away only pausing for a moment to acknowledge Katy.

"I'm sorry Katy," she choked out on the verge of tears, "but he is the only one that can help me."

Katy and I looked at each other and she shrugged to let me know it was ok. The girl headed toward the edge of the dance floor with me in tow and then took a sharp turn as we cleared the swarm of people to head toward a hallway. We moved into an area that had the bathrooms and, without hesitation, she led me directly into the men's room.

The light was bright in the bathroom and I could finally get a good look at the girl. It was Wendy from our school. I barely recognized her because of her makeup and the way she was dressed. The cropped white t-shirt and micro skirt showed more than it covered and I found myself thinking she looked hot.

She dragged me past a few shocked looking boys and into the last stall. Turning to face me she looked as if she were gathering her courage to tell me something. She was about to talk when one of the boys that had seen us, popped over the stall divider, obviously standing on the toilet next to us.

"What cha doin' with the slut?" he slurred. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and pushed the door to our stall open so I could grab the idiot. There were 4 other guys standing there when I came out and the biggest one stepped up to me.

"I think I want your bitch," he growled. I sized him up quickly and I didn't like my odds. He was several inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier than me.

'Fuck it," I thought as I caught him with a straight right hand to the face. He staggered back against his buddies giving me time to drag the idiot from the stall. Pulling him by the collar I launched him towards the big goon to give me some time. The big guy was still on his feet and headed my way with a sour look that was emphasized by the blood coming from his nose.

"I'm gonna kick your…" I popped him with a couple of jabs to the eye and the area around it began to swell immediately. He charged as I peppered him with quick shots but he was too big for me and I was slammed against the wall.

'Oh shit," I thought as my hurt ribs seemed to explode and cause stars to dance in my vision.

'Screw the boxing,' I told myself, 'this is a fight.'

As he tried to bear hug me I brought my knee up sharply catching part of his groin, he winced but it wasn't a dead on shot, so I tried with the other knee, and caught him perfectly. He released me and grabbed his crotch as I began hammering him with punches as fast as I could, backing him up as I followed. He crashed into the door and fell to the ground outside the room, even with the help of his group trying to hold him upright. I grabbed the door and yanked it shut before anyone could get to it. I set the deadbolt lock and the slide bar before heading back to the stall were Wendy was peeking out.

"Are you ok?" she asked concerned.

"Yeah," I winced as I took a breath, "just knocked the wind out of me." It was a lie but she seemed to have enough problems.

She looked me over as if to be sure and then began summoning her courage again.

"I need your help," she hesitated and blushed deeply. "I'm being blackmailed by someone and the kids at school say you helped Diane."

I leaned against the wall as she explained that another girl at our school was blackmailing her and she had no one to turn to. She had heard the erroneous rumor that I had saved Diane from a blackmailer and now she wanted me to help her as well. She constantly glanced at her watch while telling the story and finally she stopped almost mid-sentence.

"I don't have time to tell you everything," she hesitated again and the blush returned. "I have to do what she says because she will punish me if I don't."

I didn't say anything and watched as she pulled off her top to reveal her bare tits. I know I was staring because she was suddenly waving a permanent marker in front of my face.

"I need you to write on me," Wendy explained, "On my breasts… ah…I mean tits."

"Write what?" I quizzed.

"She wants," the girl started and then almost broke down, "I need you to write SLUT on one and WHORE on the other."

"Fuck this," I said, "You might be able to see it through the shirt and we still have to get out of here."

Wendy's eyes went wide. "NO, PLEASE!" she cried, "You don't know what she is capable of. I need you to do it or I have to find someone else. It's all part of her sick games. PLEASE DO IT!" She began to sob and some of her makeup began to run.

"Ok, ok," I said as soothed her the best soothingly as I could, "Show me what you need me to do."

She showed me where to write and how big to make it. The two words were very large and barely fit on her ample breasts. She looked at her watch when I finished and must have realized she was almost out of time. She Wendy took a deep breath and turned her back to me before bending over to expose her bare ass.

"I need you to write your phone number on my ass," she sniffled. I started to write it on her right cheek but she stopped me.

"No, inside," she corrected me, "right next to my asshole." She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks to reveal her tiny asshole. I could see the embarrassment wash over her but it wasn't affecting her like it did Diane. Wendy wasn't enjoying this at all.

"Put the pen in my ass" she said, staying in the same position. I pushed it in slowly, leaving a tiny bit where I could see it. Wendy reached over with one finger and pushed it all the way in.

When I finished the task she straightened up, checked her watch again, and picked up her little cut off t-shirt before going into the stall. She stood next to the toilet and began to lean forward before stopping suddenly. She reached over and flushed it.

I stood by helpless since I really didn't know what I could do to help. She stood in the stall with her little white shirt in hand waiting for the bowl to fill up before dunking the cloth into the water. She soaked it entirely, wrung it once to get about half the water out, and put it on.

I could see the total distaste on her face for having to do the act and the purpose became very clear. The t-shirt was see-through and the words I had scrawled on her chest were easily visible. She came out of the stall and looked hopefully at me.

"Can you help me?" she asked pitifully.

I nodded, "I will do anything I can."

She smiled for the first time since pulling me off the dance floor. "Good. I just need you to do one more thing before I go back to show her."

I nodded again but didn't say anything. It was obvious nothing she had me do up to this point would be nearly as humiliating as walking back through the crowded club to get to the front door.

She took another deep breath and steeled her nerve, "I need you to cum on my face."

Chapter 9

I sat quietly in the back seat of the limo lost in my own thoughts. Getting out of the club hadn't been nearly the problem I was thinking it would be. One call from my cell to Smitty and everyone cleared a path. He asked no questions as Wendy walked past him with the words 'SLUT' and 'WHORE' clearly visible on her tits under the wet t-shirt. The crowd parted as he lead the way and I followed behind the two, trying to watch my back as we headed toward the door. Katy saw us and pushed her way through to join our procession.

"What the fuck!" she gasped as she saw Wendy's condition. She finally realized there was cum dripping from her face and turned to me. I sheepishly returned her stare.

"I can explain," I started and then fell silent. I felt like it was weak, being tonight was prom and Katy was my date. How do you explain your cum on another girl's face? I had never thought of her as the jealous type but right then I could feel her disappointment and I felt trapped.

"Well?" Katy snapped bringing me out of my haze. She looked expectantly at me as the limo continued on the road back to our town. When I didn't answer right away she gave me the eyebrow and I sighed before telling her the story.

She interrupted me a few times to clarify, but basically sat quietly as I relayed the events in the bathroom. I stammered a few times when it came to the part where Wendy had begged me to cum on her face. I guess I was embarrassed by the fact that I hadn't put up a fight or even tried to talk her out of it.

When I finished Katy sat back on her side of the seat and pondered the situation. I was again contemplating how such a well-planned night had gone to shit with me as the main ingredient. My ribs still hurt and, now that the adrenalin had worn off, I was getting sharp pains with each breath.

"You did what you had to do," Katy said finally, "I can't think of any other way you could have handled it given the circumstances."

"Thank you," I said meekly, "Katy, I'm sorry it…" She stopped me in mid-sentence with her hand.

"Doesn't mean I'm over it," she said quickly. I shut up, just like Smitty had coached me to do in these situations.

The next morning I felt as if my head would explode. It was noon before I finally made it down to the kitchen where my parents were already having lunch. Mom fixed me a plate and after sitting it down in front of me I realized they were both staring.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Do you have something to tell us?" my Dad said. I froze and I'm sure the blood drained from my face.

"Ummm, like what?" I stalled. Actually, I had no idea what part of my life they had discovered or how bad it was.

"The bruise on your face," my Mom chimed in, "Did you get in a fight last night?"

I reached up and could feel the slight lump on my left cheek bone.

"And you're breathing funny," my Dad said, "What happened? Were you fighting?"

I was a little stunned and hadn't expected to be interrogated so soon after waking up. I really didn't want to lie to my parents so I told them as much of the truth as I could.

"I was protecting a girl from some guys at the teen club we went to last night. One of them was really big and ruffed roughed me up a bit. I'm ok though."

"What did we tell you about fighting?!" my Dad yelled, "I thought we had this conversation the last time you got in trouble at school."

"We did, but this is different, it wasn't my fault!" I tried to tell him.

"If I remember correctly that is the same line you used the last time! You're grounded!" he barked. "I will let you know exactly what your punishment is this evening after I think about it."

I went to my room and shut the door before crawling gingerly back into bed. My side was killing me and a quick look in the mirror confirmed the bruise on my cheek was obvious. I thought of calling Smitty but he had been as cold to me as Katy had when she got out of the car last night.

"I need some more time to think about this," she had said flatly, and then turned and walked away. I sat by myself in the big back seat of the limo and I couldn't think of a time I felt more alone. It was about to get worse.

"Boy, I'm not your body guard," Smitty had told me when we returned to the shop to pick up our respective cars. "You better get a handle on yourself and how you treat women. Katy and Diane may like that kind of horse play but that girl tonight…" he trailed off and clenched his big fists together.

"Whatever it is you were playing at with that girl at the club, I don't want any part of it. You don't come back to the gym until you get it figured out. Besides, your ribs is busted and you won't be fighting anytime soon." He had walked away without giving me the chance to explain.

I really needed to talk with Katy and figure out all the things that were going on. How was I going to explain things to Diane? How could I help Wendy? What could I do about my parents? It seemed like a million other thoughts that were running through my head all at once.

I tried to call Katy but there was no answer. This day was going to hell in a hurry.

Monday morning came too early as I hadn't gotten much sleep. My Dad never came to get me for our talk so I figured he had forgotten about it. It wasn't until I saw he had changed out the Chevelle keys for my old beater that I realized how mad he really was. I went by Diane's house to pick her up as usual, and I didn't have to tell her to get in the front. She hopped right in and gave me a condescending look.

"You are in so much trouble," she said. Then she saw the bruise on my cheek and reached out to touch it, pulling back quickly when I winced.

We pulled off from the curb as she began talking, "I know Wendy. She sits directly behind me but never says a word. I didn't have a clue she was in trouble, I don't think anyone does, I mean, knows she is in trouble. Why did she pick you?"

I guess Katy had left that part out of their girl chat yesterday. "She heard I saved you from the guy I beat up last year. She thinks I can save her from someone that is blackmailing her."

"Hmm," she didn't sound convinced, "I will slip her a note in class and see what happens."

Once at school, I ran into the Three Amigos and, since the girls were on strike, I hung out with them most of the day. It wasn't until school was over and I got back to my car that I saw Katy and Diane waiting for me next to it.

"Wendy told me everything today," Diane gushed, "It looks like you're out of the dog house."

I looked to Katy and she came to me with a kiss and then a big hug that made me cry out.

"What's wrong?" Katy demanded.

"I broke my ribs last night. Smitty says I can't fight for a while." Katy's face softened and she held me against her but on the other side.

"What's wrong with your car?" Diane popped up., "I was going to ask this morning but I didn't have time."

"Parents are mad at me for fighting again." I told them about our Sunday morning discussion.

"Don't worry about it," Katy said, and then she smiled, "you still have us."

We hopped in my clunker and headed for a park we sometimes went to, so we could talk without worrying about being overheard. We sat at a table and Diane took out several sheets of notes she had exchanged with Wendy and began to fill us in.

Wendy had been approached by Brittany Larson, who also attended our school, and began to befriend her. Wendy was cute, but kept to herself, and had never run with the rich snooty girls. She was flattered with all the attention. Within just a few weeks Brittany had her confidence and talked her into doing a favor. They were cruising around in Brittany's BMW when they pulled up to an old house in the seedier part of town.

Wendy was coaxed into taking a purse and walking up to the house to exchange it for something for Brittany. It never occurred to her that she was doing anything wrong, but when she got back in the car, Brittany turned on her. She had filmed the entire transaction with a camera phone and Wendy's finger prints were all over the package. If she wanted to stay out of jail she had to do what she was told.

It started out simple enough with Wendy having to do some homework. It escalated slowly into having to get Brittany a soft drink, or going to do an errand. Soon she was stealing small items from local stores and it was all filmed and stored away.

The tasks became progressively more risky until one night the two were sitting outside a convenience store when a Corvette pulled up next to them. Brittany watched a man get out and head into the store while leaving the car running.

"I want that car," said Brittany suddenly, "Go get it for me." Wendy had looked at here in total shock but Brittany began to threaten to tell her parents all the things she had done up to this point. Finally, Wendy jumped out of the BMW and into the Corvette before the pair tore off down the street. Wendy was now a felon and would probably go to jail if anyone ever knew. Brittany had the video evidence.

After that, the blackmail tasks intensified. Brittany had forced Wendy to have sex with the owner at the teen club she had met me in. It appeared that the man ran drugs out of the club and it wasn't long before Wendy became a mule to transport drugs to their distribution points. She was now totally involved with the illegal dealings with the club and was used, with several other girls, to put on 'shows' like the other night to entice more customers.

"Wow," I said after hearing the entire story. "Does she have any idea what Brittany has planned next?"

"Wendy said the game from the other night is used to blackmail more people," Diane explained, "Brittany will call the person and say they must do what she says or they will go to jail for having sex with a minor."

Wendy was already 18 and I hadn't had actually had sex with her. It seemed pretty flimsy to me but if you weren't sure about her age I guess it could work.

"The reason it works," Diane said, reading my mind, "Is because they are blackmailed into having more sex with her. Wendy has a wireless transmitter sewn into her shirt collars so Brittany can record everything. She will set up a meet and have a camera in the hotel room so there is also video evidence of what has happened."

"Once the video is made there is no going back unless the person being blackmailed wants to go to jail. Wendy is also given a cell phone and instructed to ask the guy to take pictures as he uses her. Brittany saves these as well."

"How many times has Brittany done this?" Katy quizzed.

"Wendy said they had done it to three different guys," Diane answered, "but she made her go with one guy three different times."

"To get more evidence?" I asked.

"No," Diane hesitated, "He was very cruel and did a lot of weird stuff to her. Brittany taped it all and makes Wendy watch it from time to time. She wouldn't tell me exactly what happened."

Katy let out a low whistle as we both sat back thinking about the situation. If I was going to get a phone call it would have to be soon. I was thinking Brittany wouldn't want to risk exposing Wendy right at the end of school. I figured the meet would be on Friday or Saturday.

I got up from the table, wincing from the pain in my ribs. Both the girls were on me in a second asking if I was ok and if they could do anything to help.

"Well, actually," I said slowly, "I could use help relieving some tension."

The girls giggled and, after looking around for passersby, Katy bent over the table and hiked up her skirt as Diane worked on getting my pants down. It was getting dark and no one was around, so I wasn't too worried when Diane grasped my cock as it popped free and began sucking on it. A few minutes later, I was gingerly fucking Katy from behind while Diane knelt between our legs and licked my balls.

My ribs hurt but the more I got into a rhythm the more I ignored the pain. Before long, I was slamming into Katy with my balls banging against Diane's forehead as she tried to keep up. I stopped for a second and pulled my cock out of Katy's pussy and then shoved it in Diane's mouth in one smooth motion. She took it easily and began to suck on it like she was possessed before I pulled back out and slammed into Katy again. I began doing this every few strokes and before long I was ready to cum.

When I felt it was time, I pulled out of Katy and shot my cum on Diane as she squealed with pleasure. Sticky ropes splashed across her face and dripped onto her shirt as I continued to spray her with my pent up seed. Finally, when I was finished, she looked to Katy and back to me but made no attempt to wipe it off.

"What would you like me to do sir," she grinned.

"Get Katy to help you with that," I told her.

Katy pulled her shirt tail up and was just about the start wiping the cum off when I stopped her.

"No," I told her sharply, "use your tongue."

Katy balked, but it looked like Diane had an orgasm right at that moment. Katy slowly leaned down to Diane and gave her a passionate kiss that listed for several minutes. Then she looked at me seductively and began licking the cum from Diane's cheeks. My cock was already hard again and I was about to bend Diane over the table when my cell phone rang.

"Hello," I answered.

"I got your number from a girl's asshole," came a metallic voice, "I have a proposition for you."

It was comical listening to the voice when I could picture who it was. I managed to keep from laughing.

"What do you want?" I tried to act scared but this seemed a bit ridiculous.

"You will be at the Palace Hotel at 9 pm on Friday night," Brittany's distorted voice said.

"Why would I do that," I asked flatly.

"Because I liked the way you played with my pet and I want you to do it again."

"Hmmm," I pretended to be thinking it over, "ok, I will play with your little slut, but I will let you know where on Friday night."

"NO!," Came the sharp reply. "you will go where I say or else."

"Or else what," I replied calmly, "I get your little game, but I'm about to take it to a whole new level. You bring the bitch where I tell you and I promise she will never be the same when I'm done with her."

Brittany was quiet for a few seconds and I knew I had hit a nerve. She was a sadistic bitch and I was guessing she wouldn't be able to pass up a chance like I had just offered.

"Fine," the metallic voice croaked, "call this number at 9 pm but you had better be within a few minutes of the Palace or the deal is off." The line went dead and I saved the number in my phone.

When I turned back to the girls they both had shocked looks on their faces.

"What did you just do?" Katy asked.

"I got a date," I quipped. Katy smirked at me and I could see a bit of my cum on her cheek where she had rubbed against Diane. We were a few hundred yards from the car and it was getting dark so we decided to head back.

"Take off all your cloths," I said. They both froze but then Diane began to undress down to just her shoes. A few seconds later, Katy did the same. I grabbed their stuff and began at a fast pace up the trail towards the car with the naked girls following a few yards behind. We were almost to the parking lot when a set of car headlights swung into view.

The girls both sprinted past me and toward my car as fast as they could go and managed to get there before the car pulled up. The only problem was, I had the keys. I took my time getting to them as they huddled down against the side of the my old beater to hide themselves as the intruder pulled up a few spaces away. By the time I got to the girls an older gentleman was getting out with a small dog yipping at his feet.

"Go get in on the other side," I told them. They both looked at me incredulously but Diane grabbed Katy's hand and they stood up and walked around my old car and into full view of the man.

"Fucking sluts!" the old man shouted before walking off down the trail with a flashlight.

I popped the locks and the girls jumped into the car. Diane was in the back and rubbing her clit furiously before her ass even hit the seat while Katy had that warm glow about her. She leaned over and kissed me before lowering her head to my lap and sucking my cock on the way back home.

I dropped the girls off and headed to my house in a better mood than I had been in for several days. I didn't have my Chevelle but Katy and Diane would help me figure out a way to get Wendy free and clear. I felt like the three of us would be an unstoppable team.

I pulled into the drive and went into the house to find my Dad waiting for me. He led me to his office and without preliminaries began preaching to me about fighting and how bad I had been. He was furious about what had happened at the club, so I just let him vent.

"And something else son," he said as he finally began to wind down, "I saw what you were doing in the locker room after your fight the other night.. You won't be going out with Katy anymore!"

4 10~11

Chapter 10

I sat fuming in my room after the exchange with my Dad. He had only seen me with Katy since Diane was hidden in the shower, but that was enough to put him over the edge. I tried to explain that she was my girlfriend, and of course we were going to have sex, but it didn't matter. It seemed like his mind was made up.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. My Mom came in and sat next to me on the bed, took my hand, and tried to comfort me.

"Your father isn't upset about you being with Katy," she began, "He knows you are keeping other secrets from us and it worries him."

"I'm old enough to take care of myself," I told her, "Why can't he just let me work my own stuff out."

"You may not know this, but your father was quite wild when he was young. He doesn't want you to get into the same trouble that he did."

I had a hard time thinking of my Dad, Mr. Accountant, as being wild. My Mom saw me roll my eyes and smiled.

"Do you think we would just fix up your car if your father wasn't interested? He had a car similar to yours when he was in High School but never had the money to paint it or do all the custom stuff he wanted. He wants you to have more and do more than he has." She could see I wasn't completely convinced.

"You know he was a great baseball player in High School." She said.

"Oh, I know. I get to hear the old stories all the time." I replied.

"What you don't know, is he got kicked off the team for fighting in his senior year and didn't go any further," she revealed, "He doesn't want the same thing happen to you. He may be over reacting but give him some time."

Unfortunately, I didn't have a lot of time to wait on my Dad to calm down. Wendy was counting on me to help her and I had no good idea of how I was going to accomplish this, especially without Katy to help me figure out a plan.

"Jimmy," Mom pulled my hand, "You can trust your father. He can handle a lot more than you think." She kissed my cheek and left me in my room with my thoughts.

I could still see Katy for a few minutes at school without a problem and I would have to sneak out on Friday to make my date with Wendy. I needed some more help and by midnight I fell asleep with at least an idea of what I was going to do.

Tuesday morning I got up to an empty house. There was a note on the table letting me know Dad had called Katy's parents. They knew I was grounded and not to pick up Katy for school. It brought back a lot of anger from the night before, but I had too many other things to worry about. I took the beater and picked up Diane at her house.

"What the hell is going on?" she exclaimed as soon as she was in and we pulled off the curb.

"Dad saw me and Katy in the dressing room after the fight," I replied glumly.

"Oh shit!" she brought her hands to her mouth in shock.

"It's ok," I grinned, "He didn't see you."

She sighed in relief and sat quietly for a few minutes.

"What are we going to do?" she asked seriously.

"Don't worry," I told her in my best 'I got this' voice, "I have a plan."

"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "We better talk to Katy."

The Three Amigos were more than a little intrigued when I sat them down and explained the situation. I told them about Wendy and how I was going to meet her this weekend and why.

"What I really need," I told them, "Is a way to find the blackmail stuff Brittany keeps and get it back from her." I relayed the information I had from Diane on how the scheme worked and what to expect.

"We need to do some more Intel on our perp," Jerry said excitedly, "She lives two doors down and across the street from me." Jerry's parents were well off and it didn't surprise me that he would live in the same neighborhood as Brittany.

"Do we have to retrieve the videos and pictures?" asked David, "I mean what if we just destroyed them?" I hadn't thought of that.

"Sure," I told him, "What are you thinking."

"If she is having the guys take pictures with a camera phone maybe we can build a virus to wipe everything clean when it's uploaded to her storage drive," David said, "We may even be able to access her files on her computer remotely."

That comment got the Amigos really pumped up and they began talking in their high tech language that I couldn't understand. The short version was that the guys would work on it and get back with me.

It was lunch before I was able to see Katy and it looked like she had been crying. She came to me and fell into my arms as I hugged her closely.

"Are you ok," I asked her softly.

"Yes," she sniffled, "Diane told me that your Dad saw us at the fight. All he told my parent is that you were grounded and couldn't see me."

"It doesn't matter what he says," I told her calmly, "we're going to figure this out."

"But we have to help Wendy and the date is set for Friday," she said, "How are we going to come up with a plan by then?"

"I'm already working on it," I said. I recounted my meeting with the geeks and she was impressed.

"Beat her at her own game," she mused, "What about her cell phone?"

"I'm sure the phone she uses for the pictures is different than her personal phone."

"Yeah, but what if we could jack her phone?" she said. I looked puzzled and she had to explain further. "There is a way to overtake a cell phone and make it a one way listening device. We could hear everything she is saying and, if I had enough time, I could program the GPS function so we would know where she is at all times."

"How long do you need to have the phone?" I asked.

"About two, or three minutes tops," she said, "but that girl lives on her phone. I don't know when we could snag it for that long without her noticing."

"Maybe Wendy will have an idea," I was thinking out loud now, "We should get Diane to pass her a note in class and find out. I need to be able to talk with Wendy directly without Brittany overhearing."

"A transmitter small enough to fit in Wendy's collar can't have a long range," Katy mused, "maybe we can get her out of range and then talk to her."

I wasn't convinced this was a good idea. If Brittany thought we were on to her it would blow the entire deal.

"Let's work on coming up with an idea of how we can separate Wendy from her shirt," I said as the bell rang for our next class, "we can at least have a plan for Friday night even if we can't jack her cell."

Katy gave me a quick kiss and headed off for her next class. I would meet Diane at her locker and see if she could get an idea from Wendy on what to do next. I didn't want to tip off Brittany, so we had to be careful.

The day drug on until the last bell and the three of us met back at my car. Diane had communicated with Wendy and filled us in.

"There is a time tomorrow that we can get her away from Brittany. On Wednesdays, Wendy is sent to boy's bathroom and there is usually a boy waiting for her. She has to suck him off and then report back before the next class."

"This week is different because while the boy is usually set up by Brittany and knows what is going on, this time it will be whomever happens to be in the bathroom." Diane paused and looked at us expectantly.

How does that help?" I asked, "Brittany will be close by and listening to what is going on. If we pull her away from the shirt she will know because there will be no sound."

"Not if she hears someone actually getting a blowjob," Katy grinned. She had already figured it out. Diane would be the stand in for Wendy so we just needed to get someone to play the part of the unsuspecting guy.

"We should get Curt to help us," Diane blurted out. She looked surprised that the words had come out and put her hand over her mouth. It was so cute it made both Katy and I chuckle.

"I will speak to Curt tonight," I said, "but I don't think I will have any trouble talking him into it."

The next day Curt and I were positioned inside the bathroom door where Wendy was going to be. It was located a good distance from the cafeteria so there wouldn't be too much traffic this time of day. Diane was already in the last stall and ready to go.

Wendy showed up right on time and after she walked in I locked the door. She made her way to Curt and he opened with his first line.

"I'm sorry but you're in the wrong bathroom," he said stiffly.

"No I'm not," she replied like a bad b-movie actor, "I need some help."

"What do you mean?" asked Curt.

"I need a cock to suck," she blushed brightly and it was obvious she had been coached on what to say.

"You mean here? Right now?" Curt was really getting into it.

"Yes," Wendy hesitated before continuing, "I need some cum." Even though it was set up Wendy was still humiliated to the core.

"Ok," said Curt, "let's go back here in case someone else comes in. Oh, um," he had almost forgotten the critical part, "take off your shirt so I can see your tits."

Wendy took off here shirt to reveal her naked breasts and Curt let out a groan. Diane took the shirt and pulled him into the stall and shut the door. I could hear the zipper being pulled down and Curt moaning as Diane went to work.

Wendy slowly made her way back to me at the door, covering her breast with her hands.

"This is weird," she whispered, "I can't believe she would do that to help me." I just smiled at her innocence.

"We have a date for Friday night. I will be calling Brittany at the last second as to where to meet us; she won't have time to set up cameras so all she will have is a voice recording. I need to make sure she believes we are doing something that will get her to let me see you again."

"I know what you need to do," Wendy shuddered and began to tell me what Brittany liked about the other guy she had been sent to several times.

"You'll have to do more," she said sheepishly, "but I don't care how bad it is as long as I get out of this situation."

"I can handle that part," I smiled at her, "and it won't be as bad as you think. I also need to know a time we can get to her cell for about three minutes without Brittany knowing. Got any ideas?"

Wendy thought about this for a moment and then hung her head, "Yes, I know when you can get the phone." She shuffled her feet and stalled. Curt was getting closer so I knew we didn't have much time.

"When?" I quizzed her.

"In the bathroom at the club," she said, "She likes to humiliate me in them, bathrooms, for some reason. She will take me back to the women's bathroom around 11 pm and make me..." she trailed off, obviously embarrassed. "Just have someone in the second to last stall before 11 pm on Saturday night. Tell them to look under the divider and I will hand them the phone."

She wouldn't say anything else and turned to walk back to where Curt was getting quite vocal.

"Holy SHIIIITTTTTTT!" he cried as Diane finished him off. She caught his semen in Wendy's shirt and handed it back to her.

Wendy put the sticky cloth back on and I opened the door to let her out. I wouldn't see her again until Friday night.

Thursday was the last day of school and we all decided to meet in the parking lot before heading home. The Three Amigos where excited to tell us all about the virus technology they had designed for this adventure.

The plan was to find a hotel with adjoining rooms. I would be in one and everyone else in the other. Once Wendy was in the room with me, we would hand off the cell and have the virus uploaded to the SIM card. When Brittany uploaded the images to her computer the program would basically contact the Amigos via the internet and give them access to everything.

The only downside to this was she had to use the internet. If Brittany didn't get online after loading the program, the Amigos would never get a signal.

I was excited that we at least had a plan but I was a bit concerned about the cash that would be needed. We had to get two hotel rooms, gas, and some more techno somethings for the guys. I wasn't making enough to handle all the expenses but I figured one step at a time.

It turned out I didn't have to sneak out Friday night after all. Curt called the house and asked Mom if I could come over and visit them. She had agreed without talking to Dad, so I was in the clear. The guys showed up about seven and my Dad didn't even look up from the TV when I went out the door. Mom must have smoothed it over.

We headed out toward the Palace Hotel area and David took us to a bit nicer hotel with three floors less than a mile away. He had already made the arrangements and checked the rooms before we arrived so we knew they were attached. If you stood in front of the window you could see the parking lot but backing up a few feet basically made you invisible from the ground.

By eight thirty we were all in position with Diane, Katy, and Curt next door. David was in the lounge area pretending to watch TV and Jerry was in the parking lot, hiding in a group of trees close to where we thought Brittany would end up in her car.

I made the call and the mechanical voice answered. "Hello." Brittany's tinny alter ego said.

"Grand View Hotel, Room 315," I said flatly and immediately hung up.

It was about 10 minutes later that Jerry called to let us know Brittany was arriving. I peeked out the window and could see her pulling up toward the front of the building. Wendy got out and headed for the front out of my view. A few minutes later, Brittany got out of the car and went inside as well.

The phone rang in the adjoining room; it was David who was shadowing Brittany in the lobby. She picked up a copy of the hotel layout and headed back to the car under his watchful eye. I'm sure she was trying to figure out the best place to park so she could see as much as possible while listening in.

There was a knock at the door and I closed the adjoining room just in case the phone rang again. Wendy was standing nervously in the hallway as I invited her in. We had arranged this part for Brittany's benefit so I led her over to the window.

"Are you ready slut?" I asked in a menacing voice.

"Yes sir," she replied meekly. I glanced out the window to make sure Brittany was in place before slapping Wendy across the face. She fell to the ground out of sight and later Jerry told me it looked like I had knocked her out from his vantage point.

I grabbed Wendy and pulled her back to her feet in front of the window before dragging her out of sight. I tore at her tiny mini skirt and tossed it to the side revealing her lack of panties and a note written in permanent marker. 'Use Me' was written above her pubic hair.

Wendy blushed when she saw me reading the words and I felt bad for her but knew I needed to stay in character.

"You want me to use you?" I barked at her, "I'm going to use you like you've never been used before, bitch." I grabbed at her shirt but didn't tear it. Tossing in on the bed I put her up on her knees.

"Mistress wants you to take pictures," she choked out. I finally noticed the cell phone in her hand and took it from her.

"Hmm," I mused, "What kind of pictures should I take?"

The adjoining door opened quietly to reveal Katy. I handed off the phone and as she retreated a completely naked Diane walked up to the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass so hard you won't walk for a week," I said as she climbed up next to Wendy. I smacked Diane's ass and moved over behind her as the familiar glow started to rise in her face. I lined my cock up with her tiny hole and without warning pushed hard against her rose bud. My cock slid in easily and Wendy gasped as she saw what our plan was.

I banged into Diane's ass as I slapped her cheeks at the same time. Occasionally I would reach over and pop Wendy on the ass as well to get a reaction out of her for the benefit of our audience. Between those times, Diane was doing enough grunting and groaning to get our point across. After I had been pumping Diane for a few minutes I remembered my next lines.

"Beg for it bitch," I growled.

"Please fuck my ass," Wendy said immediately. "Please fuck my ass hard!" I slapped her butt again as she was saying it.

Katy returned a few minutes later with the cell and gave us the thumbs up. All I had to do now was take a few pictures and fuck the hell out of Diane while making a lot of noise. I decided to take my job seriously.

I took a few close ups of my cock going into Diane's ass and continued to pound her. She was still moaning and pushing back against me as I hammered away. Wendy kept up the dialog as I concentrated on my task.

"Fuck me harder sir," she moaned, "Fuck this worthless slut in the ass."

I was getting really turned on by her dirty talk and before long I was ready to pop. Wendy could sense what was happening and pushed Diane out of the way and backed her ass up to me. I pushed the end of my cock up Wendy's ass just before cumming. I filled her up to overflowing and then looked over at Diane.

Diane was frigging her clit furiously and I had to grab her hand and shush her before she came. I didn't want Brittany getting any hint that there was more than just me in the room. I took a picture of my cum dripping out of Wendy's ass and I made sure you could see her looking back at me.

"Suck it clean," I commanded and Wendy gasped at the order. She didn't have to worry as Diane was already on it and swallowed it whole before I could say anything else. She worked her way up and down, cleaning my entire length before motioning to Wendy.

Wendy moved over and took Diane's place before slipping my cock in her mouth. I took several more pictures like this before moving on.

"Let's take a shower," I said and the three of us headed for the bathroom leaving the shirt with the transmitter behind. Once the water was running and we were all in the shower I felt it was safe to talk quietly.

"Ok," I whispered, "we have the virus uploaded. What do we need to do next to get her attention and make sure she sends you back to us instead of someone else."

"You need to be more aggressive with calling me names," she replied quietly, "and you need to leave some marks."

Chapter 11

I spent the next few hours in the hotel room working the girls over. I used my belt to whip them, two or three whacks to Diane and then one lighter blow for Wendy. Diane had confided to Katy and me of her wish to be forced to take this type of punishment and she reacted as if in heat. The harder I hit her ass the more turned on she seemed to get. Wendy, on the other hand, took the lashes for the proof she needed for Brittany, but she never once pretended to like it.

I also made the must vulgar remarks I could think of to her while lashing the girls with the belt.

"You're nothing but a worthless cunt, I yelled at her between lashes. Then I had her say the line back to me.

"I'm nothing but a worthless cunt," she repeated choking back sobs.

I fucked Diane's pussy while Wendy pretended it was her getting pounded. After about twenty minutes of her watching she pushed Diane aside and pulled me in between her legs. This was the first time Wendy had showed any interest in getting fucked and I wasn't sure if she was enjoying it at first. It didn't take long to see she was indeed getting in the mood and I began stroking harder into her pussy.

Diane got back into the game by sucking on Wendy's nipples while I fucked her and it began to drive both girls wild. I picked up the pace and it didn't take much longer before I was dumping a load into Wendy's spasming pussy. I got back into character quickly and began to berate her.

"You fucking whore," I snapped at her, "you came while I was fucking your cunt, didn't you!"

"Yes sir," she said uncomfortably. She really was humiliated that it had happened.

"Get over here and suck the cum off my cock," I ordered. Diane was moving towards me but Wendy surprised us by spinning around and taking my slimy cock in her mouth without hesitating. I took a few more pictures and decided we had done enough to get a return visit.

"I'm almost done with you," I told her, "but first, I have one more thing to make you presentable for your mistress."

I pulled her to the bathroom with Diane following behind. I put Wendy up on the counter and she sat quietly while I pulled a few items out of my bag. When I produced a razor and shaving cream Wendy sighed but didn't resist. She pulled her legs back so her feet rested on the counter to give me access to the small triangle of pubic hair below the crudely written message.

I shave her clean in just a few strokes and then took out a permanent marker. I knew Brittany loved to write nasty messages on Wendy, so I decided to play along. I drew a line through the previous message of Use Me and below it, where her pubic hair had been, printed in bold letters WELL USED.

It was time for her to go and I hoped we had done enough to make sure she came back to us. I led the way back into the main room and threw her shirt to her.

"Here you go bitch," I said callously as she caught the small cloth, "get dressed." She put the shirt on and began buttoning it up but I stopped her.

"Just tie it," I told her. She looked at me curiously but did as I asked. She reached for her skirt and I stopped her again.

"You won't be needing the skirt," I said sharply, "how do you expect anyone to see my art work?"

Wendy froze with her hand inches from the garment but then slowly pulled away. It was late and there wouldn't be many people in the halls or lobby even on a Friday night. The gesture was a bit over the top, but it might just be the deciding factor on who Wendy would meet at her next rendezvous.

She nodded to me as if she understood what I was trying to accomplish, and you could see she was getting herself ready for the humiliation she knew was to come just outside the door. We walked over to the entrance of the room and, as I grabbed the handle, she suddenly put her hand over mine, turned, and kissed me passionately.

"Thank you," she mouthed silently before allowing me to open the door and let her walk into the hall. She was basically naked with only the small shirt to offer any modesty. I turned back to the room and Katy was there with Diane and Curt.

"Wow," Curt said, shifting his crotch with one hand, "that was intense!"

Katy was already checking for a signal using the new cell we had bought as a receiver. You could hear light footsteps on the speaker as the girl padded quickly down the hall and opened the door to the stairs. She probably figured there would be less traffic in the stairway.

"What the hell?" came the recognizable voice of David. He had taken up refuge in the stairway in order to avoid detection and Wendy had bumped into him. Once he realized who it was, he clammed up and let the terrified girl pass. There was the sound of another door opening and we all headed to the window in time to see Brittany turn on her headlights as Wendy emerged from under the hotel canopy and ran towards her ride.

Brittany moved the car slowly and kept her in the high beams to make sure anyone looking would be able to see Wendy's nudity. She dashed across the parking lot and tried to open the door but it appeared to be locked. We could hear her begging to get in but Brittany was telling her something we couldn't make out over the speaker.

It became obvious when Wendy pulled off her shirt and dropped it and the cell into the slightly opened window of the car. We could hear Brittany laughing hysterically as she pulled away leaving Wendy exposed in the parking lot to chase after her. The BMW finally stopped at the street and Wendy sprinted to the passenger door.

"Get in the back," came Brittany's voice on the speaker. We all expected Wendy to go to the back door but I was shocked to see the truck pop open and Wendy, not having a choice, climbed into the dark enclosure, and shut herself in. Brittany was still laughing uncontrollably as she drove away.

The Three Amigos, Katy, Diane, and I sat around David's house staring at a computer for what seemed like hours. There were four screens with different programs running at the same time and the guys never stopped talking. They were excited about getting the virus in place and anxious to see if it would work as designed.

The cell phone had worked perfectly up to the point that Brittany had tried to make a call with her personal phone and found the battery dead. She had robbed to battery from the phone Wendy had been using and the signal had died the instant it was removed.

So far, most of the plan was working. If the virus did as the guys explained it to me, there would be major activity on the monitors once the virus was uploaded onto her computer and then a connection to the internet was made. We waited.

It was almost 5 am before we all gave up and the girls went home. I stayed at David's for the night and we all crashed in different rooms on couches or guest beds depending on what suited us. The house was huge and David's parents were out of town so we had the run of the place. I was too tired to look around and fell asleep almost the instant my head hit the pillow.

I was awakened by the sound of cheers in the next room in what seemed like only a few minutes after nodding off. The guys were already in front of the computer and it appeared there was some activity on the monitors.

The Three Amigos were excitedly chattering in their high tech language as David frantically rattled the keys to make things happen.

"We're linked!" Jerry said excitedly.

"Yep, the patch worked perfectly," David said. The other guys agreed and slapped him on the back so I guess he had figured out something incredibly difficult.

"Can you see anything on her computer?" I asked.

"Dammit!" David suddenly exclaimed. The other two moaned and I was left out of the loop again.

"Is that bad?" I asked not knowing what everyone was groaning about.

"No big deal," said David but I could tell it actually was. "It's a firewall we have to break through and it's a good one. It might take a while."

"How long?" I quizzed, "I mean, until you can get into her computer."

"Not long," Curt piped in, "I'm betting five to seven days."

"WHAT?" I was dumbfounded. "Five to seven days? Can't we speed up the process?"

"Sure," David replied, "we just need a few things. He started to rattle off a lot of stuff I had never heard of and I finally stopped him.

"How much will all that stuff cost?" I asked him.

"About $1297.13," he answered and then smiled, "I've wanted this stuff for a long time so I know what it costs."

I barely had enough money to pay for our trip to the club tonight so there was no way I could buy it for him. We needed the info badly but short of a robbery I couldn't think of a way to pull it off.

"Keep doing what you're doing and I will get back to you," I said.

Diane, Katy, and I motored down the road on the way to the club. It was well past dark and I had slipped out my bedroom window just after 10 pm. My parents didn't think it too odd since I had been going to bed early, and getting up at 5:30 am to do my runs. I didn't think they would notice and I felt I needed to take the chance anyway.

We arrived in Katy's parents old four door just before 11 pm and had to hustle to get her into the bathroom before Brittany and Wendy were to show up. Katy slipped into the bathroom and I spotted the two girls we were looking for on the dance floor.

Brittany was at the edge of the dance floor but Wendy was in the center of everyone and getting a lot of attention. She had a tight white t-shirt that came to the middle of her back and a skirt that covered just below her ass.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Diane as she pointed at Wendy. As the girl slowly turned around on the dance floor I could now clearly see that the white shirt was literally painted on.

Wendy had tears in her eyes as she tried to dance to the loud music that filled the building but it was obvious that she was distraught. There were a couple of thin flesh colored lines in the paint and I realized it was from her tears dripping onto the paint and washing it away. I was surprised that, although all the guys were looking, none of them were actually trying to touch her. As a result she had no place to hide and there was about a five or six foot cushion around her, making it easy for everyone to see her predicament.

A teenage guy with dark, slicked back hair moved closer to Wendy and actually grabbed at her skirt. She didn't see him in time to prevent it and as the fabric uncovered her naked pussy. I could see the words I had written the night before where still there.

The young guy started to reach for Wendy's tits but was suddenly stopped by a huge hand grasping the back of his neck. Brittany watched as the muscle bound bouncer pulled the offender off the dance floor without much effort and dropped him carelessly at the edge of the bar. She was smiling and I couldn't tell if she had been directing the brute or if someone else was pulling the strings.

I watched the bouncer walk back to his perch and stand next to an older man in a suit. The man said something and the bouncer nodded and moved over to Brittany. He touched her shoulder and motioned at the man in the suit. She immediately moved in that direction and the man began talking closely to her ear as she nodded. After a few minutes she replied and walked directly across the dance floor toward the restrooms grabbing Wendy along the way.

I was surprised by Brittany's interaction with the man and began to wonder if she was a pawn instead of the mastermind like I had thought. The man and the bouncer began to move around the dance floor so I decided to follow them.

"Stay here and watch for Katy," I practically yelled in Diane's ear to be heard over the music. She nodded in agreement and moved until she could see the bathroom door.

I circled the dance floor and toward the hallway the men had disappeared into. After ten feet or so the dark hallway made a sharp turn and ended at a door with no markings. I didn't want to lose them, and I figured it was a hallway, so I opened the door and stepped through to find myself in a very large office.

I stood just inside the doorway as my eyes adjusted to the bright light. I squinted my eyes before being able to make out several people standing in front of me. Behind a large wooden desk across the room was the man in the suit and standing next to him, looking at a computer screen, was a short stocky guy with greasy hair. The bouncer was sitting in a chair reading a magazine and there was another man, taller and bigger than the bouncer, standing quietly by himself along the opposite wall.

I stumbled forward on the carpet trying to think of what to do. The bouncer and the big man started my way but the guy in the suit stopped them.

"What are you doing in here kid," he snapped.

"I… I'm looking for the bathroom," I stammered. I couldn't think of anything else but everyone seemed to relax.

"I take care of this Frank," the short man said in a thick Russian accent. He sized me up and then waved his hand as if to dismiss me, "you go now."

I stood dumbfounded for a second and the short man sighed. He turned to the huge man against the wall and nodded to him. The giant started toward me quickly.

"Don't hurt him," Frank said, "I don't want any trouble in the club." The huge man stopped directly in front of me.

"You go now," he said. He also had a Russian accent but it was even thicker than the short man's.

I turned to go and the goliath followed me a few steps after I was back in the hallway to make sure I wasn't going to come back. I hadn't planned on it… at least not tonight.

I moved back toward the sound of the deafening music and no sooner than I had stepped out of the hall, Diane was there with Katy.

"She did it," Katy said, "but you won't believe how."

"Let's get out of here," I said nervously, "you can tell me all about it on the way home."

We loaded up in the car with Katy behind the wheel and headed home. I told her about the men in the office first and then she told Diane and I about her encounter in the bathroom.

Katy was in the second to last stall as agreed and it wasn't too long before Brittany came in and led Wendy past her hiding place. Katy sat quietly as Brittany began to give directions.

"Eww," Brittany said as she opened the stall door next to Katy, "this toilet seat is nasty. Bitch, get over here and clean it before I sit down." Wendy had dropped to her knees and scrambled to the toilet to begin cleaning it. She stopped when she got to the lid and began taking off her skirt to use as a rag.

"No dumbass," Brittany chastised the girl, "this time I want you to lick it clean." There was a small yelp from Wendy but she turned back to the lid and slowly began to lick it as instructed.

"Hurry the fuck up, I gotta pee right now," growled Brittany. A few minutes later Wendy shuffled aside and Brittany backed up to the toilet.

"Get my panties and skirt off," she ordered, "and don't you dare drop my phone again." Wendy worked off the garment with the cell attached to it and held it tightly in her hand. Brittany sat on the toilet and began to urinate in the bowl.

"Get your face up there cunt." Wendy sobbed again but moved into position with her chin on the toilet bowl, her face inches from the stream of pee.

When Brittany was finished she stood up and turned around to face the wall. Bending over slightly, she pushed her wet pussy up to the crying girls face.

"You know what to do," snapped Brittany. Wendy began licking the girl's pussy and when it was clean she began to tongue her clit. Once Brittany began to moan softly from the girls efforts, Wendy pushed the skirt with the phone under the stall where Katy took it and immediately went to work.

Frantically Katy punched in the codes as the humiliated girl next door ate pussy in an effort to make Brittany cum. Wendy was going all out to keep her Mistresses attention and, at the same time, keep her from coming too soon. It didn't work because Katy still had the phone as Brittany began to reach her orgasm.

She bucked and moaned as Wendy continued to lick and within seconds she would turn around and see the skirt and phone were gone. Katy continued to punch the final codes as Wendy began to panic. There was no telling what would happen if she found out what was going on with her phone.

Wendy sized up the situation and made a decision. As Brittany was coming down from her orgasm, Wendy moved up and drove her tongue up the other girl's ass.

"Oh, fuck yeah," squealed Brittany, "oh, you little shit eating slut. If I had known how good this felt you would have been doing it since day one. Lick my asshole you worthless cunt!"

Katy finished with the phone and quickly handed it and the clothes back to Wendy under the partition, but now she had to finish what she started. Katy sat quietly for another ten minutes while Wendy, with tears in her eyes, licked Brittany to another orgasm.

"Wow," Brittany said, "you just jumped a few chapters ahead." She looked closely at Wendy's painted shirt and noticed the tears were causing the paint to wash away. She smiled at the poor girls tears and then had a thought.

"You did great today so I think we will make it a short night for your good behavior. All we need to do is get this paint off." Wendy looked hopeful but she knew better.

"Go over to the boy's bathroom and get them to help wash the rest of the paint off," Brittany said callously, "Just take off your skirt and squat next to the urinals until someone comes in and beg them to piss on you. As soon as all the paint is washed off, wipe it up with your skirt and come out front." Wendy gasped at the thought of what she was being forced to do.

"Hurry up though," Brittany giggled, "the club is about to close and you will want to have all the paint off before the last boy leaves, otherwise, we may have to go by the truck stop again on the way home."

I didn't get up Sunday until almost noon. I called the Amigos and found out they were still working on breaking into the computer. Brittany didn't leave it online all the time, so there were small windows of opportunity to work on the problem before she would shut it down again. The guys were getting impatient and I was worried that Jerry and Curt might jump ship any time.

"If you can get me the stuff I told you about," David started, "I can hack break in if the computer is online for about 5 minutes."

I understood the problem but I didn't have any money left at all. I was also concerned that if I got a call from Brittany, I couldn't afford a hotel room either. I was lost in my thoughts after hanging up with the guys when my Mom called me from the kitchen.

"Jimmy," She yelled, "Katy is on the phone." I headed to the kitchen and picked up the landline off the kitchen counter.

"Hello," I said, not sure why Katy would call my parents phone.

"Sorry to call but we have a problem," Katy said, "your cell is dead and the other two phones we added to your account are also dead. I'm guessing the bill didn't get paid."

We talked for a few more minutes about what to do. Katy and Diane didn't have jobs and the most money they could come up with was $61. The hotel cost me more than that, so I had to figure out another way.

I went to bed early that night but tossed and turned for hours. The next morning I got up, found my slacks, shirt, and tie to wear. Mom was still home so I asked her for a ride.

"Where to?" she asked.

"The bank," I said, "I need a loan." She looked at me quizzically but nodded and got the car keys. It took about ten minutes to get there and Mom never asked me what was going on. I guess she figured I would explain in my own time. She dropped me off at the curb and wished me luck before driving away.

I took a deep breath and as I headed to the front door of the bank I went over the possible outcomes. One, I got a loan and we would be able to save Wendy, or two, the police would be called and they would save Wendy from her situation, but everything would be public. She would be caught in the middle of a huge police investigation and the media would have a field day. I pushed open the big glass door and headed in.

The marble floor was polished and the interior of the huge building sparkled. I walked across the floor and directly to the largest corner office where a secretary sat typing away at a keyboard. Next to the door behind her was a gold plate that said; Bank President, Darrel James.

I walked directly past her, opened the door, and stepped inside. The man behind the desk looked startled as I walked in, and the secretary had jumped up and was right on my heels.

"I'm sorry Mr. James; he just walked right in," she stammered, "I couldn't stop him."

"It's ok, Denise," he said calmly, "I will handle this." She reluctantly retreated back through the door and closed it behind her.

"Well young man," he said deliberately, "how can I help you."

"I'm in trouble," I began slowly, "and I need your help Dad.."

5 12~13

Chapter 12

I told my Dad everything. I relayed the story of the how Katy, Diane, and I had become a threesome and all the events up until today with Wendy. I didn't leave anything out, including the part where I snuck out of the house to go to the club this past weekend.

Dad sat patiently and listened without interrupting. I was surprised at his lack of reaction to the things I was telling him, as I expected he would blow up and yell at me but it never happened. When I was finished he took a legal pad and began writing what appeared to be notes of what I had just told him.

"Has anyone contacted the police?" was his first question.

"No," I had expected he would want to call them, "and I don't think we…"

"Good," he cut me off, "we don't want them involved because, believe me, that girl's life will be ruined if they find out." I sat stunned at his response.

"Is there anything else?" his question snapped me out of my fog. I shook my head and he picked up the phone on his desk and began dialing, "ok, I will take it from here."

"No!" I said a bit too forcefully, "This is my mess and I can fix it. I just need some help, not someone to take over." Dad, slowly put the phone down and sat back in his chair.

"This situation has become more than a little problem," he said evenly, "a girl's future is at stake and there are adults involved."

"I know," I said, "but she came to me and I think I have it under control. I just need a few things to make it happen." Dad contemplated my answer.

"Tell me your plan," he said.

I laid everything out for him that I was thinking. We had access to Brittany's computer, we just had to break in and delete the files with the virus. Once the blackmail evidence was destroyed there would be no hold over Wendy and it would all be over.

"Are you sure you thought of everything?" he asked.

"I think so," I replied, "I'm just not sure if Brittany is also being blackmailed or if she is a partner with Frank at the club. I have to figure that out."

"Why not just ask?" Dad said simply. He explained his logic behind being straight forward and I had to agree. If Brittany was in with Frank, she would call him immediately to tip him off, and we would know because of the jacked phone. I liked the idea but reminded Dad that the phone was disconnected right now.

He pulled out his wallet and retrieved a credit card along with several $100 bills. He put those on the desk and then opened a drawer and took out a set of keys that I instantly recognized as belonging to my Chevelle. He slid them to me across the desk.

"The credit card has a $10,000 limit," he said. He noticed my reaction and continued, "That's a limit, not a goal. Use what you need and let me know if you start getting close to maxing it out." I couldn't imagine spending that much money.

"It will go faster than you think," he said as if reading my mind, "and where are you going to find some more muscle to help with this? Don't tell me your geek friends are all you have, I don't think they are going to be much help if it comes to a fight."

"I have a few ideas on that," I said.

"Good, keep me up to date on what's going on. I want you to check in with your Mom or me at least twice a day so I know you are ok."

I got up to leave, taking the money and credit card. I had a lot to do and I didn't think it would be long before Brittany called with a new meeting. I thanked him for helping me and walked to the door.

"Son," my Dad said suddenly, "good job on getting two girls at once. I was in college before I pulled that one off."

My first stop after leaving the bank was to the cell phone store to pay my bill. Then it was over to a very surprised David's house to share the news that I had the funds. He was extremely happy and I gave him the credit card to go to the electronics store to get what he needed. Finally I headed to Katy's.

I had called ahead so she met me at the curb and jumped in as soon as I slowed down enough for her to open the door. She leaned across the center console and pulled me to her for a very long, hard, wet kiss. I responded in kind and we stayed parked in front of her house making out for a few minutes. She finally pulled away from me and smiled before putting on her seat belt and settling back to get comfortable.

We picked up Diane next. She squealed in delight when she saw we were in the Chevelle. The girls giggled and laughed as I punched the accelerator and barked the tires on our way back to David's house.

David was just getting back home when we pulled into his driveway. Jerry and Curt were also there and helping him lug boxes of his newly purchased equipment into the house. We all pitched in and before long the three geeks were working to get it all put together. The girls and I couldn't help with this part so we decided to go somewhere we could do some planning.

Katy suggested we get some notepads and pens to work everything out, thinking it might be easier if we had it all written down. We stopped at an office supply and retrieved what we needed but we still had a problem. We had no place to lay out our plan without going to one of our parents' houses. While my parents would now be in the loop, I still wanted to stay away from there in case Frank found out about our plan somehow.

"Why not a hotel room?" Diane suggested, "There was a desk in each room at the last one and there was a table too. We could work everything out there."

"Yeah," chimed in Katy, "and if we need a break there is always the bed." That remark got us laughing and it was the first time in a while that we had been together when the mood was so light.

We opted for a different hotel than we had used before and got a suite with a king sized bed. I don't think the door was completely closed before Diane was undressed and on her knees in front of me, tugging on my belt. After sucking my cock for a few minutes, Diane got on her back in a sixty nine and I pounded Katy from behind. Diane alternated between licking my balls and Katy's pussy as we went at it hard and fast. Before long I was cumming into Katy's pussy as Diane licked her to orgasm.

As I pulled out, Diane grabbed my cock and began sucking the juices off it before I could go anywhere. When she had it completely cleaned, she began licking and sucking my cum out of Katy and then began to climax too.

There was plenty of room for all three of us in the shower and, after we checked it out together, we sat at the table and I told them everything that had happened with my Dad.

Both the girls were shocked at the way my Dad had reacted. I was surprised as well but my mom had it figured out from the beginning. I told them about my thoughts on Brittany being coerced into working for Frank. It all made sense, except how into being dominant she was.

"I guess any of us might go along if we had the choice to switch places with someone else," Katy mused, "it's possible she is playing the part to keep her from being the focus of their games. You did see her grab Wendy off the dance floor right after talking to Frank."

"I'm not sure what to think but it looks possible," I said, "we should just ask her directly and see what happens." Katy reluctantly agreed after considering that we had Brittany's phone jacked. We would be able to hear how she reacted to our offer of help and then we would know for sure.

"We have another problem," I told the girls, "we need some help and I don't mean the geeks. We need someone that isn't afraid of a fight and will stand with us without telling anyone."

"The twins!" Gushed Diane. Katy and I looked at each other solemnly. We had forgotten to tell her what really happened on prom night.

"Diane," I hesitated, trying to think of the best way to put this, "we didn't set the twins up to come visit you in the limo that night." I waited for her reaction.

"I know," Diane countered quickly, They told me the next day."

"WHAT?" both Katy and I exclaimed.

"Yeah," Diane continued, "they popped the lock on the limo door but when they saw me, they tried to untie me. I begged them not to and then we…," she blushed as she remembered that night.

"I begged them to fuck me. I thought it was weird that they were so reluctant but I figured you had told them to only do what I wanted," she slowed down now, "so I told them what I wanted." She looked at us both expectantly.

Katy smiled and that seemed to reassure Diane, "but why did they talk to you the next day?"

"They thought I was being taken advantage of and wanted to know if I needed help with Jimmy," She gave me a knowing look, "I told them I could handle you just fine."

I was more convinced that they would be ok if we could get them to help us. They had kicked my ass and if they hadn't told anyone yet, it wasn't likely they would ever talk. I needed to find a way to get them on our side.

"Diane," I finally said, "I want you to call the twins and get them to come to the hotel. We will rent the room next door and I want you to make sure they don't leave before agreeing to help us." Diane had been looking down but now her head snapped to attention.

"What, what do you want me to do?" She asked hopefully.

"I want you to do whatever it takes to get them on our side," I replied, "I don't care if you have to beg them to whip you or to fuck you up the ass all night; I want them to help us."

I must have given the response she wanted because she blushed a deep red and then jumped up from the chair and headed toward the door.

"I will go rent the room," she said excitedly as she focused on her task.

Diane!" I said sharply. She stopped instantly and turned back to me, "put some clothes on before going downstairs, I don't want to get kicked out of here just yet."

Katy and I sat outdoors at a coffee shop downtown. It was evening and the slight breeze felt good as we waited for Brittany. David had connected the jacked phone to his computer and tracked the movements of her cell. A pattern had emerged that put her here every day about this time.

Brittany appeared a few minutes after we arrived and Katy went to intercept her. I stayed put and watched them talk a little before Brittany allowed herself to be led to our table. She seemed nervous upon seeing me, but sat down in the seat we offered.

"We know Brittany," I said quietly. All the blood drained from her face but she quickly composed herself.

"I don't know what you are talking about," she said in a huffy voice that did little to conceal her real emotions.

"Yes, you do," said Katy, "we know that Frank is using you to do his dirty work."

Brittany's lower lip began to quiver and she looked around as if afraid something was going to happen any second.

"Can you help me?" she asked in a small whining voice.

"I think so," I told her, "but we need some more information about Frank and his operation."

She told us about Frank and his three goons. The bouncer and two Russians were the only ones that she had seen working for him. She had been coerced to help because they had caught her with drugs in the club. It started small, but when the tasks began to escalate she saved herself by entrapping Wendy.

"I didn't want to do it," she cried, "but I couldn't stand the abuse anymore." She took a napkin and wiped her eyes, "I feel so bad for what they made me do to Wendy."

"Its ok," Katy slid her chair over and put her arm around Brittany to comfort her, "we will figure out a way to help you."

"I think we can get both you and Wendy out of this mess," I said, "but you need to make sure no one knows what is going on." Brittany nodded her agreement and we made plans to meet with her the next day, at the same place.

"What do you think?" I asked Katy after Brittany had left.

"I'm not positive but I think she is telling the truth," Katy replied. We left the café and listened to the jacked phone while sitting in the car. There were muffled sounds coming from the phone but we couldn't make out any words. After a few minutes it became obvious that Brittany was crying.

Katy and I had come back to find an extremely happy but exhausted Diane splayed across the bed. She had been successful in her mission and the hand prints on her ass and bite marks on her tits confirmed her story. She had fucked and sucked the twins dry even though they had agreed to help in the first few minutes after they arrived.

All the talk of Diane's exploits had me horny again, so I began pulling at Katy's clothes as I moved over and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss and before long, we were on the bed and I was on top of her naked body.

I pushed my cock slowly into her as Diane watched from one side of the large bed. I pumped slowly at first as Katy moaned and writhed under me, enjoying my cock going in and out of her. I began to build my tempo and Katy matched it as we fucked harder and faster, making the bed creak as we both came closer to climax. I ramped up my efforts as Katy's nails dug in my back and she moaned loudly. I pummeled her pussy with my rock hard dick and was soon at the bursting point.

With both of us so wound up, it didn't surprise me when I came so hard it almost hurt. Katy was basically convulsing under me in an orgasm of her own and I was worried for a few seconds until she began to calm down and smiled at me.

"Wow," said Diane, "that was fucking hot."

The girls needed to get home so, after a shower, I dropped them off. I headed back to the hotel room and then checked in with Dad and told him where I was and what had happened with Brittany. He listened quietly until I was finished.

"Did you think of everything?" he asked.

"I think so," I said, "Brittany says Frank keeps the copies of the blackmail on a disk in his office. We need to figure out how to get it and destroy it."

"Ok," Dad said, "keep me in the loop and let me know if you need anything."

We said goodnight and I went to bed since I needed to pick up the girls early the next morning. I slept surprisingly well and it was just after seven a.m. when I called Katy. It was odd of her to not answer but I figured she was still asleep. I tried again in about thirty minutes later but still no answer.

An hour later, I was still calling both Diane and Katy to no avail. I was in the car and headed to Katy's house when David called me.

"We have a problem," he said frantically, "it's the girls! They've all been kidnapped!"

Chapter 13

"I heard it on the phone that Wendy used in the motel," David was telling me so fast I could barely understand him, "it was really hard to hear, like it was covered or in a pocket, but a guy was saying something about kidnapping some girls."

"How do you know which girls he was talking about?" I quizzed.

"I heard Katy in the background yelling at someone to stop," he swallowed hard, "I know her voice."

"Can you track where they are?" I asked.

"They're at the club," he said.

"Ok," I thought for a second on my next move, "I'll call the guys and you stay here and monitor the computers."

"No," David replied quickly, "I'm going with you." I was a bit surprised, but I didn't object. The more guys we had on our side the better.

"I'll call the twins," I said, "you call the other guys and get them here so they can monitor the computers in case something happens."

The first move was to call Dad and let him in on the plan. He listened carefully and then made a few suggestions.

"Get your guys together and go to the club," he said, "but don't go in until I get there."

"Ok," I agreed.

"If you find anything, let me know by text," his voice became more serious, "don't do anything stupid and don't try to break them out if you find them. I don't want to have to try to find all of you."

I hung up with Dad and called the twins. It was a little awkward at first but when I told them what was going on they seemed willing and promised to be ready to go in ten minutes.

"Jerry and Curt are on their way," David said, "we should leave right now."

We picked up the twins, and on the long ride over, David finally told me why he was so willing to help. He and Wendy had a class together and had begun talking on the way to her locker. She was nice to him, the only girl that ever had been, and he was building up to asking her out.

She had changed suddenly after hanging out with Brittany and now he finally understood why. He was convinced it was his fault she had gotten in trouble because he hadn't asked her out sooner, reasoning that had they been dating, she wouldn't have been a target for Brittany in the first place.

We finally arrived and I parked a half mile from the club. In the daytime the deserted area looked different since we were actually a few miles out of town. The tall metal building was on several acres with a large parking lot in the front, but we had plenty of cover all the way up to the side of the club. Brittany's car was in the parking lot and there were several others as well.

All the windows were blacked out with paint so I eased up to the first one I came to and peeked through were some of paint was flaked off in the corner. Peering inside I could see that the entire building was dark except the dance floor, where several tables and chairs were scattered about. The center table held the naked Wendy face down, with the slick haired Russian fucking her from behind. I could see that she was tied to the table and could barely move as the small man rutted into her like an animal.

As he sawed in and out, I could see long angry welts across her ass. She was groaning continuously and was in a great deal of pain as the short man slammed into her.

"Go look around the back and see if you can find a way in," I said quietly to David and the twins. Now that I knew of his relationship with Wendy, I didn't want him to see this if he didn't have to. The three guys moved toward the back of the building without a word and disappeared around the corner. I sent a quick text to Dad that we had found all the girls, the layout of the building, and the number of people inside.

Retaking my position at the window I could see Wendy was still getting fucked, and now even faster than before. The short man pumped for all he was worth and let out a long guttural moan as he came deep inside the restrained girl. He pulled out and moved in front of her where he grabbed her hair, yanked it back, and plunged his cum covered cock in her mouth. He humped her face for a while and then backed away. Wendy tried to catch her breath now that his dick was dislodged from her throat.

The small Russian seemed to be finished for the moment but the giant was just taking off his pants. I wanted to rush in but I knew it wouldn't end well. I could see Diane and Katy were also naked and tied to chairs. Farther back, almost to the shadows that surrounded the dance floor, I could see Brittany sitting in a chair at a table with Frank and the large bouncer standing close by. She was fully clothed and looked on as the two men took turns abusing Wendy.

I could see Frank say something to her and she shook her head 'no' several times. I assumed he was asking if she wanted the same thing done to her. I surmised that Frank had figured out what was going on and Brittany had ended up telling him everything to protect herself. Not an unforgivable move, considering how badly the men were treating Wendy.

The giant Russian was now nude and stroking a huge erection that matched his massive size. He put the tip of his cock at the opening of Wendy's pussy and literally walked forward a half step to push it in.

"AHHHH!" Wendy screamed as the monster stretched her to the max, "Please stop… no, no, no!"

The giant laughed and began to pump in and out of the poor girl as she struggled in her bonds to no avail. The table moved with his actions and he began to spout Russian faster and faster in time with his increasing pace as he rammed into her.

Wendy had her mouth open but no sounds were coming out. The strain on her face was evident as she was being split in two by the huge behemoth. He pumped her for almost ten minutes in this position before finally tensing up and letting out a loud, low groan as he came. He pulled his cock out of her pussy allowing a large amount of cum to pour out of her gaping hole.

"You!" the smaller man pointed at Diane, "clean this up." He moved to where she was sitting and quickly untied her. Diane didn't hesitate to drop to the floor and crawl over the where the cum had dripped. She had nothing to clean it up with, so she looked at the small man.

"Lick it up," he barked. Diane bent down and began licking up the mess as if she were starving. Her actions were not lost on the two men as the smaller one said something in Russian and the big man laughed.

"You like cum," the small man said, "We have much cum for you. You may even get more than you want." Diane blushed but even from this distance I recognized that she was turned on.

"Suck cock," he said in his broken English, "suck good or I break face." Diane didn't have to be coerced. She went to work like a seasoned whore and within minutes the small man's dick was hard again.

"I like you," he said, "maybe I not kill you with bullet. Maybe I kill you with cock." Both men laughed at his joke and he moved back to Wendy. Wiping his dick in the slime dripping from her pussy, he got the head wet and then moved to her anus. Lining it up perfectly her gave one hard push and drove balls deep into her ass.

Wendy screamed at the top of her lungs as his dick slid home. She moved frantically as much as her bonds would allow and then screamed again. This seemed only to spur the small man on and he pounded into her ass ruthlessly. After a few minutes of this he reached over and grabbed Diane's hair, pulling her to him. Still kneeling, she looked up, not knowing what to expect.

He pulled his cock from Wendy's ass and shoved it unceremoniously into Diane's waiting mouth. She sucked for all she was worth and shortly he pulled it from her and reinserted it in Wendy's ass. He got into a rhythm of doing this and before long he was ready to cum again. He pulled out of the bound girl and shot long sticky ropes of cum on her ass cheeks.

"Lick it up," he told Diane. She leapt to the task and within minutes Wendy's ass had nothing but the cane marks remaining.

"You do good," he said to her, "Yes; maybe I keep you to myself. Maybe I put fist in ass for fun." Diane's eyes went wide and she began to tremble.

"First we decorate," announced the small man. He disappeared into the shadows as the giant untied Wendy and unceremoniously slammed her into a chair only to retie her there. A few minutes later the other criminal returned carrying a leather bag. He put it on the table that had been holding Wendy earlier and began pulling out several tools. He moved toward Wendy but stopped short.

"You, bitch," he said to Diane in his heavy accent, "suck tits, make nipples hard." She crawled quickly over to Wendy and began sucking her nipples. Within a few minutes he was satisfied with her efforts and pushed her aside. I couldn't see what happened next but a loud scream from Wendy let me know it wasn't good. When the Russian moved to one side I could see a shiny silver ring piercing Wendy's right nipple.

"You want some?" the Russian asked Brittany. She shook her head and remained seated.

"I think we found something." David was back and I had been so engrossed in what was taking place inside I didn't hear him coming. "What's going on in there?"

"Nothing," I said, "they have the girls tied up."

He led me to the back of the building where the twins were waiting next to a door. The door was locked but David showed me a window where he had found a small hole in the paint. Looking inside I immediately recognized the office I had stumbled into a few nights ago.

"We need to get in there," I told the guys, "there should be several disks hidden inside somewhere and we need to find them."

One of the brothers produced a knife and popped the window open. It wasn't very big so we helped David through and waited for him to open the door. Once inside, we went to work.

We each took a separate part of the room and began searching. I opened a large cabinet and inside was a monitor with a security feed of the inside of the club. We all stopped for a second to see what was going on.

Diane was now on the table and the smaller Russian was standing to one side and behind her. The security system had sound so we all heard the whoosh of the cane before it landed with a loud crack on Diane's ass. You could clearly see the red line appear on her butt cheeks and the twins headed for the door.

"Wait," I just managed to get in front of them before they charged out to help her. "She likes this kind of thing, just give her a second." Diane was clearly excited and they recognized this as they had been with her several times. She was humping the table waiting for the next stroke.

"Let's hurry up and find the disks so we can go help her," I said with more conviction than I felt. We all went back to work with the sound of Diane getting caned in the background. Whoosh, crack, whoosh crack. I'm not sure how long it went on but we all stopped when Diane gave a loud moan to signal she was coming. The twins and I exchanged a knowing look and continued searching. We tore the office apart and if any disks were found, David quickly them checked on the computer.

As we continued to look I occasionally glanced up to see what was going on. Diane was now getting fucked from behind by the giant and he was slamming into her with such force that the table was moving across the dance floor. She cried out at one point but then began to climax.

We worked frantically to find the hidden disks but nothing we gave David had anything that looked like the files he had found on Brittany's computer. I looked at the monitor again to see Diane tied in the chair and the Russian had his piercing tools out. She only groaned as her nipple was fitted with a silver ring but moaned loudly and came again when the next one was put in.

We had run out of places to look and had started over when we heard Diane scream in a very different way. Looking at the monitor, we could see Katy was tied to the table and Diane was trying to pull the giant off her. Katy's legs were still untied and Diane was fighting furiously while Katy kicked at him. One swat from the giant across Diane's face sent her reeling. She landed with a thump and the twins burst out the door that headed toward the dance floor.

I didn't try to stop them this time and ran as hard as I could to get out of the hall before we got trapped. We were at a full sprint by the time we exited the hall and it was only about ten feet to the lit dance floor. The twins both lowered their shoulders into the huge Russian and their combined weight drove him back into a chair and knocked the naked goliath to the floor.

The smaller man had disappeared but the burly bouncer was almost to Katy so I sped past her, feigned a tackle, and clocked him with an elbow to the face. He grunted but didn't go down and turned to grab at me. I stepped out of his grasp and began peppering him with shots to the head. He was stunned but still came forward. I stepped to the side and keep throwing punches to his face.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the giant was getting the upper hand on the brothers but I was focused on the problem in front of me. I moved back a few feet and let the bouncer charge me, moving at the left at the last second allowed me to put all my force into a solid right hand to his jaw. He went to his knees and I was not in the mood for a fair fight. As the muscle bound man tried to get up from the floor, I soccer kicked him to the side of the face and he slumped over forward, unconscious.

The twins had their hands full with the giant. He had one twin up against a pillar, a massive hand squeezing his throat, about a foot off the ground. The other one fought to get a huge foot off his chest as it pressed him against the floor. The brother against the pillar was struggling to breathe and was beginning to turn purple as I ran to help.

The twin on his back fished something from his pocket and reached up as if the grab the long dangling cock of the big man. Suddenly, the Russian began to scream but the sound died as he fell to the floor in a long slow motion that reminded me of a huge tree that had just been cut. The brother on the floor was holding the stun gun.

"Stun gun to the dick," he smiled, "works every time." He helped his brother that was gasping for breath to his feet and they moved over to the convulsing man, stun gun at the ready. I scanned the room again for the other Russian but it was hard to see into the shadows past the dance floor.

"Thank God you made it!" Brittany had left her perch and was running toward me as if we were the best of long lost friends. She got within a few feet before David stepped between us and punched her in the face with a right hand. She reeled backwards, landing on her ass as her hands coming up to hold her now bloody nose.

"What the fuck?!," she said loudly, "you broke my fucking nose!"

"She is responsible for everything," David said pointing at the fallen girl, "I went through her computer and found some encrypted files with all her contacts and more blackmail. She had shipment dates and dollar amounts too."

"Well shit," Brittany said, "it fucking took you long enough to figure it out. No worries though, I have enough on everyone to keep them in line."

"God Damn it," Frank finally popped off, "I've been begging you to let them go for the last three hours and this is why. You can't just kidnap a bunch of people and think you're going to get away with it."

"Shut up Frank," Brittany spat, "You'll do what I say or I will send the pictures I have of you and Wendy to your wife and the police." Frank fell silent.

"Get your clothes off," she continued, "I need the most horrendous asshole available for lover boy's girlfriend over there." She nodded toward Katy. Brittany stood up and faced me. She grinned and the blood dripping from her nose made her look evil.

"I will make you pay," she hissed at me before turning to David, "and I guess you are the one Wendy was going to give her virginity to." He reacted by stepping toward her with his fist clenched.

"Better think twice before you touch me again," she said condescendingly, "I can put your little slut away for a long time with the information I have."

"Bull shit," David said, "I burned everything on your computer that had anything to do with Wendy. I deleted the pictures from the hotel with Jimmy too."

"Oh really," Brittany didn't seemed worried, "I have copies of everything and I've hidden them in different places. You must think I'm really stupid." David's face dropped and Brittany could tell she had him on the run.

"Did she tell you how she lost her virginity?" Brittany she was twisting the knife now, "Did you see the pictures of the fat fuck banging her from behind? She was good, wasn't she Frank." All eyes went to Frank and he was obviously embarrassed.

"He did enjoy it," she continued, "I can't say the same for your little slut though." Wendy was still tied to the chair and a small droplet of blood running down her stomach from where her nipples had just been pierced. She looked down as Brittany recounted her deflowering, obviously humiliated.

"I think we have you covered," I bluffed, "We have all the copies and it looks like your goons have either had the shit kicked out of them or have run off."

"I don't think so," Brittany's gaze went past me and I turned to find the small Russian moving out of the shadows towards me. I froze in place as I heard the very loud click and realized I was looking down the barrel of a gun.

"You think I run?" the Russian spat at me, "Pioter runs from no one!" He leveled the gun at me head and I saw a flash..

6 14~16

Chapter 14

The flash originated above and behind the Russian's head and came downward at a sharp angle. Seeing my attention was caught by something behind him the short man spun around to see what was there. It was too late because the aluminum baseball bat slammed into his leg with a sickening crack right at the knee. He immediately began to fall but the tough little man was still trying to swing the gun toward his assailant. A figure stepped quickly out of the shadow and grabbed the gun as the Pioter fell backwards. In one smooth motion the attacker brought the smaller foe to his back with a thud and landed on top with both his hands covering the Russians. The gun was now pointed at Pioter's chest and I could now clearly see who it was.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, "how did you… what… I mean…" I was truly speechless.

"Busy here," he said nonchalantly and he ground the barrel of the gun into the felled man.

"Pioter, how are you?," Dad said in calm voice, "I see you have your pet with you." He nodded toward the giant.

"Who are you?" came the reply.

"No one important," my Dad said as if in a normal conversation, "but a friend of mine is interested in finding you."

"Fuck you," he screamed as he struggled to move the gun away from his chest to no avail, "I kill you, I kill your boy, and I kill your friend that is looking for me."

"Ok," Dad pushed his finger into the trigger guard with the Russian's own stubby nub. It wouldn't take much force to set off the gun at this point. "Alexander wanted to catch up with you, but I guess I can just have him pick up your body."

The giant man had sat with the stun gun at the base of his neck, quietly holding his dick up to this point. His head snapped around at the mention of the name Alexander and I could clearly see the fear in his eyes. He spoke rapidly to his partner in their native language and even Pioter seemed less than excited about the prospect of a meeting with this person. He relaxed under my Dad and released his grip on the gun, allowing it to be taken from him.

Dad got up but Pioter stayed on the ground for good reason. His leg was broken and sitting at a weird angle on the floor but he acted as if it was not hurting at all.

"How 'bout we make deal," Pioter said, "you let me go, I don't kill you."

"Interesting," my Dad replied, "I have a better deal, you leave now and never come back because Alexander knows where you are. When he gets here I will let him know you got away."

"Deal," said both Russians at once. I waved off the twins and they cautiously backed away from their captive. The big man stood up and moved over the retrieve his clothes.

"Wait," I took his clothes and checked them. In the front left pocket of his pants there was a small handgun and knife. I pulled them out and put the clothes on a table before backing away so he could pick them up. He grabbed the garments and then limped over to help his friend up. They slowly made their way toward the exit.

"That's fine," said Brittany suddenly, "I don't need those idiots anyway. I can get plenty more like them."

Frank groaned and we all turned our attention back to the instigator.

"I don't think so," my Dad said calmly, "you don't have leverage anymore."

"Yes I do," she said nastily, "I have copies of everything hidden."

"Oh," Dad said cheerfully, "do you mean these?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out several thumb drives.

"Where… how did you get those," Brittany's face showed her fear now.

"The bank deposit box where you left them. It appears you haven't paid your bill in several years and the bank can seize any contents."

"You're lying!" she cried, "I paid my bill a year in advance."

"Well shit," my Dad was playing with her now, "damn accounting mistakes seem to happen sometimes. It's a good thing you used one of my banks. I will check on that for you."

"I still have others," Brittany said. It was more of a question than a statement.

"Like the one taped to the ceiling in your closet, or the one in the fake rock in the garden?" I could tell he was beginning to get tired of the game. "You have nothing on anyone here but I have plenty on you. My team has been tracking you for the last few weeks and we have all we need to send you to jail. Real jail, since you're eighteen."

Brittany's face dropped as the realization hit that she was at our mercy. She dropped to her knees and began to sob. I had heard this before and I wasn't falling for it again.

"Shut up bitch," I yelled at her and then turned to Dad, "what are we going to do with her?"

Dad smiled, "anything you want."

"You can't touch me," Brittany screamed, "my Daddy will kill you."

"No," Dad said evenly, "he's under house arrest and can only go to work and back to his apartment in the city. The only reason the judge let him keep the house is so you can finish school. You know that because you were at the trial. I guess being a stupid criminal runs in the family."

"Jimmy," Dad turned to me, "you did ok but you didn't think of everything. You knew these guys were dealing drugs but you didn't think about them having a gun?"

"No," I said sheepishly. I decided to beat him at his own game, "did you bring a gun?"

"No, I brought a lot of guns," he grinned and then called out, "Morgan, you guys come out." Suddenly, half a dozen tough looking men with automatic weapons moved from the shadows and into the light.

"Make sure the Russians get out of town," he told one man, "and sweep the rest of the building. Get the big guy off the floor and make sure we don't miss anything."

"Yes Sir," came the curt reply, and the man was off directing the others.

"What the FUCK!" Frank was standing up now and watching with an awestruck look on his face. "You had all those guys and you didn't step in and help? You told me you would stop it before anyone got hurt."

"Sorry Frank," Dad said, "we had to make sure we had all the data before we moved. The other team just finished the second sweep on the house." He looked over at Brittany who also had a shocked look on her face.

"Your nanny isn't happy with you," Dad smiled, "I guess making her walk around cleaning house with that cucumber up her ass may come back to haunt you soon." Brittany had a terror stricken look on her face as the ramifications of her actions were becoming clearer.

"Jesus, Darrel," Frank whined, "You don't know how bad it's been with that little cunt running things. She got the God Damn Russian mob in here; she blackmails every fucker that walks through the door. I told her it was just a matter of time before something bad happened." He made wild gestures as he talked making it comically to watch.

"That fucking bitch just about broke me," he was just getting warmed up so Dad moved over, grabbed his arm and began walking toward the office area.

"You still have some Scotch in your office?" Dad asked.

"Yes," he replied, and for the first time since I had met him, Frank's face lit up, "I'm buying, let's go." He hustled toward the hallway with my Dad in tow. Dad winked at me before rounding the corner and disappearing out of sight.

I looked around the room and found the twins had already untied Diane and David was getting Wendy out of the chair she was bound to. I moved over to set Katy free and she spun around and hugged me as soon as she was loose.

I held her close and I could see David over her shoulder. He was taking off his shirt to give to Wendy. She put it on and hugged him gingerly as her newly pierced nipples where still hurting her. After a few moments my thoughts turned back to the bitch that started all of this. I looked over to see her inching her way back to the table she had been sitting at with Frank. I noticed a purse laying there and I broke free from Katy and raced over to beat her to it.

Thinking there was a gun in it, I dumped out the contents but there was no firearm. I found three cell phones, a small black book, and a ton of girly makeup stuff that I had no idea about. I called Katy over and, while Brittany sat glumly on the floor, I had her go through the contents while I checked out the book.

The first twenty pages or so were basically ideas on how to entrap someone and make them a slave. Then the writing changed and it was more specific and had a time line. Wendy's name popped up once but after that, she was referred to as pet. As I flipped through it I could see Brittany had begun leaving the facing pages blank so she could take notes or add things.

I found the notes on my interaction with Wendy in the bathroom club and dozens of other entries since then, including our rendezvous at the hotel. The book was almost completely filled with humiliating and painful tasks that were intended for Wendy. Our entire senior year was planned out by the week, as was summer, although there were some blanks and skipped pages.

I suddenly realized that Katy was still nude although it didn't seem to bother her much.

"Strip bitch," I ordered Brittany thinking her clothes would fit Katy.

"No," she said and crossed her arms in front of her like a pouting child. In a flash Wendy was on her with the cane she had grasped on the way over. Whoosh, Crack! The first shot landed across her back and five more followed, hitting any area that presented itself.

"Now you fucking cunt! Get out of those clothes now, or I will beat the shit out of you!" Wendy had every reason to beat her so I didn't interfere, and I guess everyone else thought the same way. Within a few minutes Brittany was completely naked in front of all of us. She tried to cover up and Wendy whacked her again.

"Get your fucking hands down," Wendy screamed at her. Brittany was humiliated beyond anything she had ever imagined and this was only the beginning.

"This is an interesting book," I told her as she cringed away from Wendy, "I think we will use this as a guide on how to pay you back."

"Noooooo," Brittany moaned, "no please. I will be good. I won't bother you any more. Let me go and I will move. I will go somewhere else and you will never see me again." She was sobbing for real now as the welts from the cane began to show on her skin.

"I think you can handle anything you planned for Wendy to do," I said calmly, "it may take a while though."

"No, you can't do that," she said quickly, "I was going to let her go. Look at the last page… look, you will see, I was going to let her go. Tell them Wendy; tell them I was going to let you go."

I flipped to the back page and at the top were the words, LET HER GO. I looked at Wendy and she nodded.

"She shows me that page all the time," Wendy confirmed, "I never believed her though."

"But I was!" Brittany exclaimed, "I wrote it right there, the day after graduation."

"Maybe," I said contemplating the situation, "but it really doesn't matter right now. I think we will do to you everything that is written in here. Everything you have already done or were going to put Wendy through, we will make you do as well."

Brittany began sobbing again but Wendy was having none of it, she snapped the cane and Brittany stopped her whining at the sound.

"I think we should start now," said Wendy, "with your virginity." Brittany wailed again but her new mistress had no compassion considering what she had been through. She called to David and when he came to her she gave him a deep passionate kiss.

"I can't give you my virginity, but I can give you hers," Wendy told him while looking deep into his eyes, "and I will make sure you enjoy all her virginities before the night is up." David said nothing but blushed deeply.

"If that's ok with you," Wendy directed the comment at me.

"No, no, don't let her take me," Brittany was frantic now, "please, don't leave me alone with her."

"Shut up bitch," I gestured around the room at the people that had helped, "for the next few years, we own you!" Brittany hung her head in defeat and Wendy grabbed her hair and pulled her to a nearby table.

"First, get his cock out and start sucking it," Wendy ordered. The obvious disgust was written on her face as she began to undo David's pants. Swoosh, crack! The cane landed on her bare ass and Brittany cried out desperately trying to get his zipper open. Once faced with his hard cock she balked. Swoosh, crack! Another shot to the ass and she engulfed his entire length without hesitation.

"Is she doing a good job?" asked Wendy as she stood next to David and nibbled his ear.

"It's ok," he said. Whoosh, crack! Another stripe was added to Brittany's already sore backside. She doubled her efforts and David reacted with a low moan.

"That's it baby," Wendy whispered in his ear, "you let me know when she isn't trying and I will fix it for you."

I glanced around the room and could see that Diane already had the twins undressed and was on her knees alternating between sucking the two brother's' cocks. She used one hand to hold the cock she was working on and the other to play with her clit.

Katy had commandeered Brittany's skirt and shirt even though it was a tight fit. She snuggled up to me and watched as Wendy turned into a dominatrix right before our eyes.

"Get up on the table," she commanded the cowering girl. Brittany sat on the edge of the table and Wendy snapped the cane, "lay back and offer your worthless pussy to my boyfriend!" Brittany quickly lay back and spread her legs.

"On second thought, this is too good for you," Wendy announced, "I want you to remember this forever so I think a change in location is warranted." She grabbed Brittany by the hair and dragged her as she headed for the bathrooms."

"I need to take a piss anyway," she said, "might as well get a little lip service from my new whore." David followed close behind. I considered if we should just leave and catch up with everyone later.

"Oh fuck no we're not leaving," said Katy, reading my mind. She grabbed one of Brittany's cell phones and we hurriedly followed after the trio to the men's restroom. By the time we caught up to them, Wendy already had Brittany licking the rim of one of the toilets. She wasn't on her knees;, rather, standing stiff legged, spread, and bending bent over to give David and Wendy access to her pussy. They were pinching and pulling at her pussy lips while she completed her task.

"Are you ready?" Wendy asked David. He nodded and she got on her knees and sucked his cock some more before lining it up with Brittany's pussy. Wendy stood next to him nibbling his ear and coaxing him on.

"One hard thrust," she whispered, "give it to her like she had Frank give it to me." David slammed forward, piercing Brittany's hymen and eliciting a primal scream from her. He began fucking her in hard fast strokes making her struggle to stay on her feet. Wendy stayed next to him urging him on faster and faster until he could take it no more and came deep in her belly.

Slowly he pulled his blood and cum soaked cock from the despoiled girl and backed away only to have Wendy pull his face to hers and kiss him firmly on the mouth. He returned the kiss and held her until she pulled away.

Brittany stayed in place for fear of the getting the cane again. She sobbed quietly but dared not anger Wendy as she was afraid of what might happen. Her legs were beginning to cramp and the toilet smelled so bad she felt like throwing up, but she held back.

"Turn around whore," Wendy snapped, "you know what to do next."

Brittany turned around and sank to her knees. She knew what was expected because she had commanded Wendy to do this many, many times. She crawled to David and took his filthy cock into her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue. She choked and gagged a few times, but managed to get his dick clean without attracting the wrath of Wendy and her cane.

"Now, one of my personal favorites," Wendy smiled. She took off David's shirt and handed it to him before moving into the stall and sitting on the toilet. She only had to look at Brittany to let her know what she wanted. The broken girl crawled back into the stall and rested her chin on the edge of the toilet seat. Wendy slid forward and pushed her pussy into the girls face.

After a few seconds Brittany began to lick her pussy but began gagging. The shocked girl started to move but a quick tap of the cane made her think better of it, and she stayed put waiting until the degrading task was complete. Wendy stood up and bent over forcing her ass into the kneeling girl's wet face.

"I remember how much you liked making me do this," said Wendy, "so if I don't like it, I will assume you aren't doing a good job and I will beat your tits bloody." Brittany literally dove forward at the threat and began to lick her new mistress. She frantically worked on her pussy and then shoved her tongue as far up her ass as possible. She ignored the taste and did her best to make Wendy come as quickly as possible. She was successful, but Wendy insisted she continue until she shuddered in orgasm for the third time with Brittany's mouth and tongue working on her asshole.

"Not bad," said Wendy breathlessly, "I won't cane your tits yet. We still have plenty to catch up on. Maybe we can skip a few chapters ahead. I know how you like that." Brittany could say nothing as she knew it would only get worse.

"Oh, look Brittany," Wendy said, "they're taking pictures of you losing your virginity. Isn't that sweet? I remember you did that for me with Frank, so I think it's only fair we get you copies to show around of this event." Wendy kicked the girl lightly in the side.

"What do we say when someone does us a favor?" Wendy asked in a singsong voice. She kicked at the naked girl a bit more forcefully.

"Th-..Thank you," Brittany finally said. Wendy kicked her in the ribs harder this time.

"What? That isn't how you taught me to say it. Get it right bitch," Wendy punctuated her words with a stinging blow from the cane to her side.

"Ow,!" Brittany howled, "thank you for taking pictures of me losing my virginity!"

Swoosh, crack! Wendy snapped the cane down on Brittany's back and the tip curled around her side, catching her tit.

"Thank you for taking pictures of this slut losing her cunt cherry, Mistress," the tortured girl yelled. She braced for another blow from the cane but it never happened.

"You are a slow learner," Wendy mused, "I'm going to have to keep the cane, I can see that already. No worries, I've got it under control. Now, we have one more cherry to take care of."

Brittany jumped to her feet and made a desperate attempt to get out the door. Wendy easily caught her by the hair and with one hard yank, jerked her back to the floor. She snapped off four hard shots with the cane that crisscrossed the welts that were already there.

"Well, looks like no lube for you young lady," Wendy said, "This is going to hurt more than I originally planned." She pulled Brittany by to her hair over to a urinal and pushed her face into it. It didn't look too dirty, but Brittany thought otherwise and began retching as Wendy sat on the back of her head.

"Are you ready David?" she asked softly.

He stepped forward with a monster hard on in answer, and put it up to the restrained girls rose bud. As he pushed, Brittany moved around and tried to stop him from penetrating her. Wendy laid a few more solid strokes with the cane and Brittany acquiesced, moving into a submissive posture to let herself be sodomized.

David pushed against her nether hole and began to slowly inch his way forward into her. Brittany screamed at the intrusion and the sound echoed off the porcelain until Wendy leaned back, forcing her mouth into the disgusting water.

David pushed harder and slowly sank all the way up to his balls. He pulled out slightly and, without lube, her asshole pulled painfully against his cock. He settled for short strokes and got into a rhythm of fucking her ass. Wendy leaned forward and began to kiss David as he ground into Brittany. The extra stimulation from Wendy got him going and he began to get wilder and wilder as Wendy coaxed him.

"Yeah, fuck that whore's ass. Pump it hard," she encouraged him, "she loves it up the ass, don't you bitch." Brittany was spending every last bit of energy trying to keep her head above the nasty water line so she could breathe. David began to convulse as his hard cock shot another load of cum, this time up Brittany's now used asshole. He pulled out and Wendy got off of Brittany's head.

"Clean up time," Wendy said cheerfully. Brittany turned around and there was a unanimous groan from everyone as they saw the state of Brittany's face. Besides the urine there were small pieces of paper stuck to her face and a cigarette butt hung from one cheek.

"Wash your face first you nasty whore," Wendy laughed, "I've never seen anyone too dirty to suck shit off a cock before." Brittany headed for the sink but Wendy stopped her.

"Oh no," the now dominant girl said, "use the toilet, just like you made me do it." The debased Brittany slowly crawled to the nearest toilet, and put her head all the way into the water, before reaching up and pulling the handle to flush it.

Katy and I were cruising toward the interstate in the Chevelle. I had let Wendy and David take charge of Brittany for a while. After reading some of the things in the book of blackmail the bitch had written, I felt Wendy needed some time for payback.

My Dad had finally gotten out of Frank's office and pulled me aside. He told me that he had called Katy's parents as soon as he found out she was missing and told them I had surprised her with a two week trip. He had paid off everything I had spent on the credit card up to now and told me to go have fun.

"Remember the $10,000 limit," he smiled, "this time it's a goal. When you get back I'll give you some pointers on how to handle your new toy. Have fun and show Katy a great time, you two deserve it."

Everything had worked out. We rescued Wendy and reunited her with David. Diane had another fantasy come true and didn't even have to pay to get her nipples pierced. I didn't have to worry about the twins anymore and I had a feeling we would become good friends after this. I had a ton of cash, a hot car, and an even hotter girl.

I knew Brittany was getting hers because Wendy had mentioned stopping to see some trucker friends on the way home. I imagined the new submissive would be walking gingerly for a while after tonight. I had flipped through a lot of the black book and I didn't know if I would be able to follow through with my threat of doing everything in it to her. If she was willing to let Wendy go at the end of high school, maybe we should cut her some slack, especially since a lot of the things in there were pretty outrageous.

I pulled into a station and had Katy go get us some sodas while I stayed outside and pumped gas. I flipped through the book again and noticed a few notes about Maria, Brittany's nanny. She was more of a housekeeper at this point and it appeared Brittany had used her pretty harshly as well. I would check into that when I got back.

As usual, I ended up at the last page. It didn't make sense for someone so dominant to let a slave go after all that time. I held the page up to the light and looked for any kind of hidden water mark or something to give me an idea of why she would put LET HER GO at the top of the page.

Katy hopped back in the car and I handed her the book still open to the last phrase. She looked at it again and I wondered if she was thinking the same thing as I. We pulled out from the country store slowly bouncing over the uneven parking lot when Katy gasped. I looked over to see that she had spilled a drop of soda on the open book.

"Don't worry about it," I laughed, "a little soda never hurt anything."

"It's not that," she said, "look at the page." Where the drop had landed, the definite curve of a letter became visible. I took my soda and poured a bit on a napkin that Katy had brought with the drinks. I rubbed it on the page and before our eyes a message appeared. I realized Brittany had planned to reveal it to Wendy, probably just this way, the day after graduation.

As the message became clear I lost any sympathy I had for Brittany and I vowed to do to her everything in the book she had dreamed up. I would put her through more if I thought up something else, but there would be no mercy. Under the words LET HER GO appeared a new message…

TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER

7 Her Fucking Uncle 1:

Cindy had just gotten back from school – barely through the door, in fact – when the sight of her uncle soured her day.

"Oh, welcome home, pumpkin." her father said. "Uncle Jeremy just got here and we're having coffee in a minute. Would you like some?"

"No." she said coldly and strode up the stairs to her room, glaring at her uncle as she passed him.

He was a scrawny, yucky man. He dressed in dirty slacks and didn't bother to groom his hair properly. And, god, he said the most inappropriate things whenever they were alone. Why was he here? Oh, whatever. Her dad might like him, but she and her sister totally hated his guts. Rebecka had always been better at hiding her disgust with their uncle, as she was the older one, but Cindy was 18 now. She shouldn't have to take Uncle Jeremy's abuse anymore. His eyes lingering at them when out back by the swimming pool, or his creepy smile whenever they entered the room – she hated all of it.

Better just go to her room.

She resisted the urge to slam her bedroom door behind her. Couldn't let it show too much just how irritated that man made her. She glanced into the mirror above her bed, admiring her tanned skin and dishwater blond hair which fell to her shoulders. She always got compliments about her big, piercingly blue eyes, and she knew the boys in class were always gazing at her admittedly ripe breasts and firm yet curvaceous ass. Boys was all the guys in class were, though. What she wouldn't do for a man. A real man, not like her uncle.

With a sigh she threw herself on the bed and opened up her laptop. Two messages on Facebook. One from some guy she'd met at a party a week ago, whose friend request she bitterly regretted having accepted. But the other message was from her cousin, Tess. Not from her uncle's side, thank god, as if he could even find a woman willing to have his kids anyway. Tess was Cindy's aunt's daughter, and she was her own age. They were kindred spirits in many ways, not least in that they both abhorred their uncle. Both Cindy and Tess, who had inherited her mother's great figure and her father's dark skin, loved going to the beach and swim, but their fun was spoiled every time Uncle Jeremy came with them and the rest of the family.

"Hey," she wrote to her in a PM.

"Hey, what's up?" she replied in no time at all.

"Uncle is here. Yuck."

"Ewww, why?"

"Coffee with dad. God, I hate him."

"He's so gross, can't believe what Beckie said."

This was news, had her sister Rebecka said anything about Jeremy? Not that she could remember, she hadn't. Her sister was always more lenient with their uncle, so she rarely gossiped about him.

"Apparently," Tess started in a message. "Remember last time we went to the beach?"

"Yeah."

"She saw him behind some rocks."

"And?"

"She saw his dick."

"GROSS"

"And she said it was HUGE."

"Shut up! OMG. Disgusting."

"Haha I'm just saying. Didn't Beckie tell you?"

"No! Yuck!"

She quickly changed the subject and they chatted for the better part of an hour. She had to log off, though, when her dad called her down for dinner.

She switched out her skirt for a pair of shorts – unfortunately she didn't have anything but shorts or tights. She silently treaded down stairs, hoping Jeremy was gone. No such luck, he was sitting down at the table next to poor Rebecka.

Cindy strode into the kitchen with a sour face before making an effort to pretend that her uncle's presence was even tolerable.

She paid little attention to the idle chit-chat and concentrated on her food. From time to time her dad and uncle would exchange a joke and her uncle would laugh loudly. His laugh cut into the air like a rusty saw. She shared a glance with Beckie and it was plain to see that their irritation was shared. She took some chicken on her fork, holding it loosely. Her fingers faulted, and the fork fell down unto the floor.

"Sorry." she said with little sincerity and reached down beneath the table. What she saw there almost made her shout out in disgust.

Uncle Jeremy's hand was on Rebecka's knee. He was caressing her – no, caressing wasn't the right word, he was assaulting her! For a second she thought she really was going to shout, but then she noticed the other thing. Next to his hand, through his slacks she saw an unmistakable bulge. There, from the other side of the table, she saw the outline of the biggest dick she had ever imagined. She covered her gasp with her hand. That thing had to be at least ten inches, maybe eleven.

She was so entranced by the shape sticking out from her uncle's pants that she almost forgot her fork. Eventually she got it and got up from under the table. However, now everything seemed different. Suddenly, when she looked at her uncle she felt something other than her usual repulsion. It was sort of the same, but there was something new now. From out of nowhere, she was now sensing something like interest. Fascination. She couldn't believe it.

What surprised her even more was that, once she had realized it, the sight of Uncle Jeremy's penis had made her forget the fact that he was rubbing his hands all over Beckie's leg. Suddenly the disgust was back in force when she looked at her uncle's face. She couldn't take it anymore, but she couldn't just call him out on it in front of their parents. Strange as it was, her dad really liked their uncle. She supposed blood ran thick. Better to approach Beckie calmly later and talk with her about it.

For now, though, she had to leave or she really would vent her disgust in front of their parents.

"Excuse me," she said. "I don't really feel well. Mind if I go up to my room and lay down."

"No problem at all, sweetie." her mother said. She was a beautiful woman, a natural blond but who'd dyed her hair brown. She still had an amazing figure, no to mention her smooth, delicate face and her big, piercing eyes.

Cindy went up the stairs and threw herself unto her bed. What was she to do? Her uncle had really gone too far this time.

She grabbed her cell phone and texted her sister.

"Come into my room after dinner k?"

She turned around and lied down facing the ceiling. Poor Rebecka, she thought. It was bad enough having to stand his stares and perverted comments. To actually be touched by him...

Cindy started up in horror when a warm sensation suddenly lashed her vagina, she took off her shorts and stared in disbelief at her wet panties. Had she really been aroused by... him? A flash image of Uncle Jeremy's swollen penis hinting through his pants appeared in her mind and, she didn't mind. She brushed it off as a guilty pleasure, and gently started rubbing herself.

After all, Tess had said it'd be huge. She had been right, it was. But the fact remained that Uncle Jeremy creeped her out. But still... thinking about the dick when touching herself couldn't hurt. It wasn't as if she would ever do anything with him.

A small moan escaped her lips as she heard the doorknob turn.

Expecting to see her sister, she only half-bothered to cover up. Then she saw who was really standing by the door.

"Hello, Cindy." her uncle said with a wide grin.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"You seemed ill. Just checking on you."

"Well, I'm fine now so leave."

"Oh, so you're fine. Yeah, I guess you just needed some... relief." he said, eyeing the wet spot on her panties. She hastily covered it up with her bed sheets.

"Get the fuck out." she said, but he just closed the door and stepped closer.

"You know, Cindy. I've noticed how you act around me."

"Like I care."

"It's not unusual, you know. You're eighteen now, a woman. It's only natural that you'd start to notice the men around you."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"No need to play coy, honey. I understand a girl your age has needs, fantasies. Thinking of your own uncle that way... some would say it ain't right, but I understand where it's coming from."

"What, you think I'm eyeing you?" she said and actually broke out into a laugh. "Yeah, like that would ever happen."

"Then explain that spot."

"This? What on earth makes you think this is because of you?"

"This." he said and stroked the surface of his pants, revealing the outline of his penis. It wasn't as swollen now, but nevertheless the size was obvious. Cindy's eyes widened at the sight of it. Still, there was no chance. No. Never.

"Y-you... there's no way. NO way."

"Really? Too bad. I suppose it's back to plan A then."

"W-what do you mean by that?"

"Well, you see. I'm a grown man, I need something to take care of my needs, too. And if you're not willing, then..."

"You wouldn't! You fucking monster!"

"I see two solutions. Either you help me, or I get sweet Rebecka to help me."

"You will NOT touch my sister!"

"Then get down on your knees. Dear niece."

With this he put his hand on his hips, and the shape of his dick visible through the fabric of his slacks grew and stiffened, trying to poke its way out. Cindy was disgusted with this turn of events, and yet she was strangely excited. Her heart was beating faster, she noticed. There were butterflies in her stomach. She realized that even though she found her uncle completely revolting, she was turned on by the idea of submitting to him.

When she refused to come forward

( didn't refuse couldn't move)

he came to her. He stood right in front of her and stared her straight in the eye. She couldn't turn away, couldn't scream for help. She had never felt so powerless. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees. She could smell his sweat, and the lower she went the more the sweat took on a damp, cheese-like tone.

"Now, take them off." he said.

She put her hands his legs.

(Resist! Scream for help)

She slowly lowered his slacks, revealing a fully engorged cock that appeared with such force that it slapped her right in the face. A mere whiff of the stench was enough to make a small squirt of juice shoot out of her vagina. She felt the moisture building up in her panties as the dick's smell made her more and more dizzy.

Could I really be... getting horny?

He was rubbing his enormous dick over her face now, occasionally slapping her on the cheek with it. She caught a glance of his balls and was shocked at how huge they were and how they hung so loosely down his thighs.

"Well?" he asked repulsively. "Don't you know what to do?"

"Ugh! I'm not gonna do anything!"

"Then I'm just gonna have to let Beckie savor this dick."

"Wha- wait, no."

"Sorry, if you're not into it I'm just gonna have to let Beckie taste it instead. I'm sure she'll appreciate the taste-"

(The taste?)

"The size-"

(It's so big...)

"Wait! No. I can- I can do it."

She defiantly corrected her posture and grabbed his dick with both hands. It was so thick she could barely wrap her gentle fingers around it. The stench coming from it was thick, too. It was revolting but oddly intoxicating. She started moving her hands, slowly jerking his penis. Its ridiculous length had her scared, she realized. Both her hands were firmly clenching her uncle's dick but three or maybe four hands could still easily hold on to it too.

"My god..." she said, not even realizing it. She was becoming mesmerized by this huge thing. It wasn't just the size, though. It was its smell, too. It was nauseating, but it made her feel shamefully good. She remembered this one time she and Tess had shared a small plasitc bottle of vodka they had swiped from a friend's house party. The smell and taste of it had been awful, but there had been a powerful woof the moment she had downed a shot. That's what her uncle's dick reminded her of. A shot of vodka. A huge, hard, veiny, smelly shot of vodka.

"Is this the best you can do, sweetie?" her uncle said disdainfully.

"Shut up, perv. I'm doing it."

"You think I was thinking about a handjob and nothing more? Why don't you lick a bit and see if you like the taste?"

"You better stay away from Beckie if I do this."

"You have my word."

With that Cindy carefully stuck out her tongue, but found it hard to build up the nerve to lick Uncle Jeremy's dick. As she moved her head closer the smell became even more potent, and she could literally feel her head spinning. Did he use some sort of cock-cologne or was this the smell of an unwashed dick? Finally, Uncle Jeremy became impatient, so he gently grabbed Cindy by the back of her head and nudged her closer, so that his dick pushed up against her lips. She wanted to cry out but was at a loss for words, and then her uncle started to rub the crown of his penis along her lips, applying pre-cum as if it had been lipstick to her sweet mouth. Suddenly Cindy acted out of pure instinct and sucked the tip of his dick into her mouth. To her surprise the taste wasn't unbearable. The taste was nice. The smell was getting more and more pleasant, too. She surprised her self yet again when her hand moved – as if by itself – to her panties and she realized she was completely wet. Her uncle gently nudged her head along, suggesting her to go deeper. She reluctantly let out a moan as she sucked and jerked him off.

"That's it, sweetie." Jeremy said. "You're doing great. I'm really proud of you."

A tingling sensation rose up inside her at those words. Did she like it when he praised her? No, no, no. This was so wrong. She couldn't possibly be enjoying sucking off her disgusting uncle. He was s scrawny, smelly, disgusting man. But he had an amazing cock with a smell and a taste that was like a drug. Against her better judgment, she sped up her jerking motion and started sucking harder. She started rolling her tongue around his crown, and as her spit intermingled with his pre-cum she found it easier to take more and more of his dick in her mouth. He was impossibly hard now, and she was couldn't ignore the aching sensation that pulsated between her legs.

There was not denying it now. She was horny. Her uncle was making her horny.

"I've got an idea." said Uncle Jeremy as he pulled his cock out of Cindy's mouth. He took a step back and point to the bed. "Why don't you lay down on your back, with your head by the edge of the bed?"

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"Something that will feel real good for you."

Cindy was apprehensive at first, but her vagina was aching. The moment her hands had lost their grip of Uncle Jeremy's dick they'd gone straight for her panties. She wanted desperately to rub her clit and get off, but somewhere in the back of her head she suspected that she could feel unbelievably good with Uncle Jeremy. The whole idea seemed insane, considering how she loathed him. But the truth was that she was on her knees in her own bedroom, having just sucked her uncle's cock and she was extremely aroused. She suspected, though, that his huge penis was not the only thing that had made her like this. As she contemplated her options, she came upon the idea that maybe, just maybe, she enjoyed him being in charge. Never before had she seen Uncle Jeremy as strong, but here he was, having power of her. The Power of lust.

She crawled closer to the bed. She wasn't sure if she could stand up, her legs felt frail and shaky. She got up on the bed and lied down with her head at the foot-end. Jeremy let his pants drop to the floor. His scrotum was clean shaven, in contrast to the rest of his body which was quite hairy. His hair and his beard was always rough and a bit uneven. He never made an effort to look nice, which was one of the reasons Cindy disliked him so much. But now he got up on the bed, standing over her. His cock seemed larger now than ever, and Cindy felt fear mixed with excitement. He knelt down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She felt again a mix of resentment and lust, and a sense of chaotic wonder as he turned around and went down on all fours, his dick descending down unto her face and his face disappearing in between her legs.

Almost in panic, she took his huge manhood into her mouth and again the taste smell started to cloud her judgment. She wanted to say something when she felt him sniffing her vagina and fumbling around with her panties, but the her tongue seemed only interested in covering his dick in saliva, and her uncle's pumping hip movements seemed to convince her to start sucking. In a minute he was gently making love to her mouth, and slowly teasing her vagina. He'd taken of her panties and was giving her short, sensual licks along her labia, interspersed with brief teasing kisses focused on her clitoris. Then he parted her labia with his finger and started licking her more thoroughly. His beard itched pleasantly and she could feel something building up inside her. Dear god, he was going to make her come.

She moaned loudly, but was muffled by his cock going in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked as hard she could, every once in a while swirling her tongue around ravishingly, providing plenty of spit which started running down her face. She reached up and started cupping his huge balls with one hand, and tried jerking his dick with the other, but it was her first time in this position and her efforts were a bit awkward. Finally Jeremy was growing bolder and started attacking her clit, pumping his dick with more vigor into her willing mouth. She was already gagging when half of his dick came into her mouth, and she realized that Jeremy's work on her clit was rushing her into an orgasm. But just as he could feel the sensation rising to its utmost height, he stopped, and got up and out of the bed.

"Why did you stop, fucker?" she yelled at first but went into a whisper half-way through the sentence.

"I wasn't sure if you were enjoying it, and I wanted to get your consent."

"Are you fucking me? Now, you ask for consent?" she said as she got up on the bed.

"I never forced myself on you. I gave a suggestion and you agreed, but that's beside the point. If we're taking this any further I'd like to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

"Whatever you'd like."

Cindy realized now that she might have a chance to get out, but she didn't want to. Even if she'd hate herself for it, she wanted to finish.

"Please," she pleaded. "Let me finish."

"Finish what?"

"Pleease? Make me cum. Keep going down on me, it felt so fucking good."

"And what about me?"

"I'll suck that huge cock till you cum. I'll let you cum on my face, or I can swallow it. Fuck you, you fucking hobo, but your cock is soooo good."

"Do you like my cock, then?" he said, coming closer again. He was standing up and she was sitting on the bed, putting her face and his dick at about the same height.

"..." she said nothing.

"I'd like to hear you say it."

"Yes. Your cock is amazing. It's so big, and it tastes amazing. It's the only manly thing about you, but I love it."

As she spoke, she put her one hand on his dick and the other firmly grasped his balls. She gently massaged his scrotum as she started to lick his cock and giving small kisses to the tip.

"So do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"I want you to go down on me."

"Wouldn't you like it if I made you cum with my dick?"

She stopped. What did he just say? He wanted to fuck her? Like, for real, fuck her?

"I, I don't know..."

"Listen, sweetie. I can eat you out and make you cum if you like. You're so easy that I could make you cum ten times, if you want. That's fine. Or," he said, grabbing her hand and gently lead it up and down his shaft. "Or, I can make you feel even better."

She was mesmerized by him, somehow. She didn't find him particularly attractive, even though, suddenly, he seemed a lot less repulsive now than ever before. She still felt a level of disdain for him, but somehow he had turned her dislike for him into some sort of perverse attraction. She still didn't like him, but for some reason that was part of why she was so wet.

"If, if I say no you better not."

"Of course. But I don't think you're going to say no."

"No? Fucker, then I say no."

"Alright then." he said and pushed her backwards, and grabber her by her legs.

At first she thought he was going to force himself on her, but then he went down on his knees in front of the bed and attacked her pussy with his mouth. Overwhelming sensations rushed her, and in a few seconds she was close to cumming again. It kept rising, rising until he abruptly stopped.

"What the fuck, don't stop!" she said and then he attacked her once more.

Just like last time she could feel her sensitivity rising, everything blurred and dizzying feeling fell on her. Then it stopped again. She had just enough time to come down again before Uncle Jeremy was attacking her again. And then he stopped. And then he attacked her again. Then, for one final time, he rushed her with a tornado of the tongue, building her up in a way that she had never experienced before. She came violently, and she had to hold her pillow over her head to muffle out her scream. Then, when her orgasm started to wind down another came. And one more. And another after that. She found herself in a haze of orgasmic bliss, and when she finally came out of it she realized, to her disbelief, that she had been cumming again and again almost a dozen times.

Her uncle got up and lied down on her bed. His dick was flaccid now. Cindy had only seen one other dick in real life, an ex that she never went the whole way with. To her shock, Uncle Jeremy was a long when soft, as Brad had been when fully erect.

"Well, sweetie," her uncle said. "I was good to you. Now be good to me."

Cindy couldn't find it in her to form a coherent sentence. Instead she merely nodded and crawled over to her uncle. She took his soft penis in her mouth and lovingly kissed its tip. She cupped his balls and started sucking his dick. When it started getting hard, she licked up and down the shaft, and when it was fully erect she started jerking it with one hand and made her best effort to work her way to his base. She didn't quite make it, she started gagging about half-way again. Her uncle petted her head, like you would a cat, and felt extremely at ease. Uncle Jeremey's beautiful cock started twitching, and she saw it as her queue to work it harder and faster. She pumped her hand along his shaft and sucked hard on as much of his cock as she could fit in her mouth. When he came he exploded into her mouth. She couldn't even begin to take it all and soon it started running out of her mouth, drenching his cock and balls with cum and spit. She wasn't deterred, though. She happily started licking it up, kissing his cock as she went along. She practically gorged her face into his dick until her face was as covered in cum.

She didn't mind. The taste was wonderful. The smell was wonderful. This cock was wonderful. Just to bad she would have to spend time with her uncle from now on to taste it..

8 Her Fucking Uncle 2:

Cindy hadn't been able to sleep right for the past two days. A couple of nights ago her uncle Jeremy had barged into her room and threatened her with making a move on her sister Rebecka. Cindy had agreed to "take care" of him instead and... well, she'd ended up sucking his dick and getting the most earth-shaking orgasms of her life from his tongue. She was repulsed by her uncle, of course. He was a meager, scrawny man, with no class or style. He was overall creepy, and he had ogled her and her sister for as long as she could remember. But now she had sucked his cock, drunk his nauseating semen, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Now it was fifteen minutes past two in the morning, and she had been masturbating ferociously for hours. Whatever she did, no matter how many times she brought herself to finish, it just did not compare to the intense pleasure her disgusting uncle had given her the other day. She couldn't get the musty smell of his jizz out of her head, or the sight of his gigantic cock. She'd only seen one other penis in real life before. Her ex boyfriend Brad had been half her uncle's size, and they'd never gone the whole way, not for lack of trying on Brad's part. No Cindy couldn't help wanting more. She was disappointing in herself, disgusted even, but she told herself that if she didn't sacrifice herself uncle Jeremy might put his hands on Beckie. She couldn't have that. She wanted him for herself.

No! She just wanted to protect her older sister. Even though Beckie was a year older, she was a shy and gentle girl. She had darker hair than Cindy, a light shade of brown, a petite body and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Uncle could make her do all kinds of things. Perverted things. And if Uncle started doing those things with Beckie, he might never do it again with Cindy.

She fingered herself like crazy, and came again. Her panties were soaked and her heart beating like her whole body was on fire. But it just could not compare to what her uncle had done to her. She felt her pride being torn apart, but she realized that she wanted her uncle to take advantage of her again. Whether she knew it or not, the sinful pleasure mixed with the dreaded feelings of revulsion made for an addictive blend, and she feared if she kept on this road she would take it all the way. Even now she was masturbating to the thought of Uncle Jeremey taking her virginity with his enormous dick, her fingers working tirelessly on her 18 year-old pussy. He had wanted to have sex with her the other night, he had given her the chance. It had been her choice. If she ever got that chance again, would she be able to turn it down?

She came again.

What am I going to do?

The next day at breakfast Cindy wasn't able to touch her cereal. Her only thought were of her uncle, the bastard. She was wearing a pink top and a pair of black running shorts, her curly dirt blonde hair fell to her shoulders and framed her tender neck. Her father was working, even though it was Saturday, and her mom out shopping. Beckie came down the stairs, her brown hair a rough mess, still wearing a white pajama covered in pink animals. Her slippers were the kind of fluffy puppies that barked if you squeezed them.

"Morning, Cindy." she said, yawning.

"Good morning. You slept till late." Cindy remarked.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Sorta unlike you."

"Couldn't sleep."

"Me neither." Cindy said, and thought of her uncle's fat dick. Her pussy became wet at the mere thought. This was so wrong.

They spent the next few minutes in silence. Beckie got herself a bowl of cereal and went upstairs. Then Cindy's phone vibrated in her pocket. It was from her uncle. Last thing Cindy knew, he didn't have her number. But despite herself, she felt excited. A tingling sensation built up in her stomach, and her heart almost skipped a beat as she read the text message.

"Need relief. You home?"

Oh, shit. What am I gonna do.

"Yes, but Beckie is home." she typed, her heart racing.

"Come to my place." he sent her a minute later.

"I can't."

"Then I'll come and pay sweet little Beckie a visit."

Fuck!

"Okay. I'll come over."

Cindy realized she was touching herself, getting wet and hot underneath her running shorts. First she hesitated, but then she sent another message.

"What are you gonna do to me?"

A short while there was no reply. Then Uncle Jeremy sent her a picture of his throbbing tower of a cock, and she remembered the intoxicating sensation its taste and smell had given her. She typed with her one hand as she rubbed herself through her shorts with the other.

"Be there in 20 min." she typed.

It was only twenty minutes by bus to Uncle Jeremy, and Cindy was already out in the hall when she called upstairs to tell Beckie she was going out. It was a bright sunny day, summer break only weeks away. She stood anxiously waiting at the bus stop, the two minutes it took for the bus to arrive felt like hours. When it finally came and she got on, she was hit with a wall of mixed feelings. Why was she doing this? Why was it so exciting? Her uncle's dumb face appeared in her head and she felt nothing but disdain for him, but then memories of the way he'd dominated her and how dizzy his sperm had made her and the size of his dick came over her and she felt an aching not just in her pussy but in her chest. She desperately did not want to be attracted to him, but she was.

And she was going to his house. Alone.

She got off the bus with a sense of trepidation unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. It was a shot walk to her uncle's house, and even though she had every opportunity to turn around and go home, she kept walking. Eventually she found herself outside the door to his apartment complex, and she pressed the intercom. His apartment number was 324.

"I- It's me." she said with a shaky voice.

The door opened.

She went in and got in the elevator. The journey to the third floor only took a couple of seconds but they felt longer. She was having doubts. But too late now, she was practically at his door. She proceeded down the hallway, thinking if she didn't do it Beckie might have to. Never once did the thought cross her mind, that she could report her uncle to the authorities. Her chest was beating and her pussy was aching when she knocked on his door. A moment of awkward silence, then it opened.

Uncle Jeremy was wearing a worn t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts. He had smug grin on his unshaven face.

"Come in." he said.

She stepped inside, her legs wobbling, her footing insecure. Her breath was heavy. He closed the door behind her. His apartment was a messy, barely decorated two roomer. Judging by the smell of the place, her uncle hadn't aired it for a while.

"Can I sit down, uh, somewhere?" she asked, looking for a chair or couch. He didn't seem to have a proper living room, just a hallway, a kitchen and a bedroom with a TV. She feared the conclusion, then again, wasn't that what she'd come for?

"Let's sit down on the bed." her uncle said. Of course he did.

They went into the bedroom. Cindy was audibly panting. She noticed a few game consoles, and a bookshelf with comics. Jesus, wasn't this a grown man? Then, as they sat down on the bed, she noticed just how grown a man he was. He put his arm around her, spreading his legs. His penis was poking out of the leg of his shorts. Even flaccid, it was as long as Brad had been when totally hard. She tried prying her eyes from it, but when her uncle's face was the alternative, she chose to focus on the TV.

He was watching anime. The trash.

He was caressing her arm now. Pulling her closer. Her eyes kept stealing glances of his dick. Why wasn't it hard? Didn't he want her?

"Why did you choose to come here?" Jeremy asked.

"What do you mean? You told me to, you creep."

"Yeah, I did." her uncle chuckled. "But I didn't make you."

"Are you serious?" she tried to sound defiant, but his strong touch and pungent smell seemed to pacify her. "You, you said you will do these thing wi- to Rebecka if I didn't."

"But you came here because I made you feel good the other night. And you want me to make you feel good again."

"Yeah right!" again, she tried to act up, but her lack of sincerity was palpable.

"So I suppose," he said as he reached between her legs. "that this ain't because of me?"

She was wet. She didn't know if he could feel it through her panties and shorts, but she was. He could be bluffing though. He was massaging her hard, so it felt through the fabric of her short, and even if she hadn't been wet when he started, now she would be. He got up and grabbed her shorts and pulled them off her. She recoiled, falling down on her back. His dick was now beginning to rise, struggling with the shorts that held it back.

"Wha-what are you going to do?" she whimpered.

"What do you want?" he asked, smug and confident.

"I want to, to leave."

"No you don't. Be honest with me."

"I... I want... I want what you gave the... other night." she pointed to her soaked panties. "I want you to lick me, and make me cum like I did before. And I... I want to give you another blowjob. You bastard."

To this Uncle Jeremy just laughed. Then he gestured her to keep going.

"And I... I... I want. I can't say it."

"Say it, little girl."

"I want to have sex."

"Then take off your top."

Hesitantly, she obliged him. She got up, sitting on her knees on top of his bed. She pulled her pink crop top over her head, revealing her sizable 32C cups.

"Nice bra. Very cute." her uncle said, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

"T-thank you, Uncle." she whimpered. The embarrassment was unbearable but she felt compelled to continue.

Suddenly, Uncle Jeremy pushed her back on the bed. He went down on his knees and pulled off her panties, exposing her wet pussy.

"I love the smell down here." he said. "Whatever you say, I know that your pussy won't lie to me. It wants this. I know you want it too, but you doubt yourself."

"Wh-whatever. Just do whatever you're going to do."

"Hahaha! Some words who literally seconds ago said she wants me to fuck her. You're conflicted. I get that. This is incest, you know. Say it." he said as he gently caressed her labia.

"This, this is incest."

"Say it properly." his breath was cool on Cindy's hot and wet mound.

"... This is incest. Uncle Jeremy."

"And that turns you on, doesn't it?"

"No!" she gasped as his tongue entreated entry on her hot snatch.

"No?" he returned.

"It's your," he struggled to speak, the combined senses of her uncle's touch and the sheer wrongness of the situation was too much to handle. "It's your cock. It's so big, and the smell makes me dizzy."

"So that's it?"

"Yes! Don't stop. I fucking hate your guts, but I can't stop thinking of your huge cock."

Her uncle didn't answer, unless you count thoroughly rolling his tongue inside the lips of her pussy a reply.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I can't be cumming this fast!" Cindy yelped between violent breaths.

But just as she felt her climax rising to the top, he stopped, retreated. The violent pleasure was reduced to a teasing, just like he had done the other night. That time, he had pushed her to the brink over and over, built her up until she was ready to burst, and when he finally had made her cum it had been a brain melting cascade of earth-shattering orgasms that had lasted over ten minutes. Was he planning on doing that again? Already? Her thoughts were interrupted as he once again rose in pace, and her pussy once again caught on fire. Then, again, it stopped.

This time, though, her Uncle Jeremy got up on his feet and looked at her sternly. She looked into his eyes, panting, her chest heavy. He didn't seem so unkempt or scrawny anymore. He was grizzled and lean. In her eyes, he'd almost become handsome in a way. He gestured her to look down, and as she did she saw several inches of his penis sticking out of the left leg of his shorts.

She crawled over to him, in awe she pulled his shorts down, releasing his magnificent cock. Free from the textile of his shorts, his dick pounced at her and brushed her face. The smell was immediate and strong. She felt intoxicated by it. She felt distant and weightless, the way one does in the afterglow of a strong orgasm. But this was still foreplay. She couldn't to taste the pleasure her uncle would give her.

"It's so huge, Uncle."

"If you want me to keep making you feel good, well, you know what you got to do."

"I do." she said and, looking up at him, to the amazement of herself, she smiled at him. "I'm going to suck you huge dick, Uncle."

She started by giving it a tender kiss. It felt appropriate, as she felt more strongly about this sex organ than she had about any of her exes. Then she cupped his large balls in her one hand, and started to carefully jerking his dick with the other. She was kissing the head of his dick, her tongue gently licking it. Then she built pace, and started making out with the tip of her uncle's penis, before sucking down on it hard, taking as much as she could into her mouth. She still had plenty of room to spare, and started jerking it with both hands, still having ample room to suck it.

"Get some spit on it, Cindy dear." her uncle urged her.

She happily complies, salivating until there was enough spit to make the big hard dick slide easily into her mouth, and her hands to glide along the thick shaft. As she felt more comfortable sucking off her uncle, she decided to try taking his big dick down her throat. She readied herself and took it as far down she could, but could barely take the first five inches without gagging.

"Looks like you need some practice, sweetie." Jeremy said.

"Do you mind if I keep practicing, Uncle?" Cindy said with a newfound softness in her voice, her submission slowly creeping in inside her mind.

"By all means, once summer break starts I expect you to come visit me all the time."

"I don't care to visit you, but I'll come visit this amazing cock as often as I can!"

This pathetic show of defiance was halfhearted to begin with, and Cindy knew that. As she kept sucking her uncle's member with fanatic zeal, she started dreading the fact that would not be able to stop, that she might have to come to terms with the fact that it was uncle that turned her on. She could only hide from it for so long, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew in her heart that it wasn't just his dick she wanted. She rebelled in her submission to him. The idea of her dirty, deadbeat uncle pushing her down by the bed and training her to be a good, obedient slut sent electricity down her spine all the way to her dripping wet pussy. It had taken so little to make her realize this. But she wasn't ready to admit it. Not to herself and certainly not to Uncle Jeremy. So for now, she was determined to keep up the charade of only being interested in the fat meatstick between his legs.

"Less talking, dear." he said and grabbed her by her head, nestling his hands in her hair, and started moving his hips. He showed little regard for her throat, pumping his dick into her mouth. First five inches, then six, then seven. Cindy opened her mouth as wide as she could, and could only brace herself and weather out the storm as her uncle facefucked her, gagging be damned.

"If you can't take it all you're worthless to me, you hear? So you better practice." he grunted, and pulled his hips back, giving Cindy a brief moment to breath.

"I'll get better for you, Uncle Jeremy. I'll take all of your cock.

Then he attacked her mouth again, coming down on her like a piston, fucking her mouth in every sense of the word. He varied pace, sometime slowing down, but only ever to prepare for a real fuckstorm where his hips would work double-time to make sure Cindy's throat got a fucking that would give most pussies cramp. After several minutes he let go of her, and pushed her aside. He placed her as if she was a mere doll, and she didn't move a muscle to stop him. With her back on the bed and her head leaning over the edge of the mattress, she opened her mouth to welcome his big cock. He grabbed her by the legs and sank his thick fuckstick down into her wanting mouth, and fucked her throat gently while he licked her pussy with a level of expertise that her 18 year old body had never even imagined. He repeated his usual pendulum of aggressive twirls of the tongue and gentle licks, and every time Cindy felt like an orgasm was coming she knew it would recede, and took great pleasure in wanting to shower in the radiant glow of her orgasm and her uncle's unwillingness to give it to her. She also knew that when he decide to let her cum it would be so powerful, so mind-breakingly good that she might cum just from the thought.

Finally her uncle let go of her, though she was a bit saddened to let go of the wonderful sensation of having his epic cock down her throat. The unpleasantness of being throat fucked had quickly given way for the basic pleasure of being manhandled the way she was. She wiped the saliva from her mouth, and her uncle piked her up and placed her neatly on the bed. He got on top of her, his thick dick waiting just at the entrance of her womanhood.

"Are you gonna fuck me, Uncle?" she said in a girlish voice. It seemed to turn him on, but the voice came naturally. She just felt so powerless in front of him.

"Yes I am, sweetie. I'm going to fuck you."

"Will it hurt?"

"Maybe, but I've done my best lubricate it. You're a virgin, right?"

"Yes, Uncle."

"Then it will feel strange at first, but I can tell you're excited enough. Those tales you've probably heard of painful first times were almost certainly because the girl was anxious or scared, or maybe the boy just didn't prep her right."

"Is that true?"

"Trust me, honey. It doesn't hurt if you do it properly. And I'm going to do it properly."

With that, he slowly slid into her, and planted a big, passionate kiss on Cindy's lips, that she was powerless not to resuscitate. She whimpered as she and her uncle kissed, not because she was in any way uncomfortable, but because her pussy instinctively tightened, trying to keep out his massive dick from getting any deeper. With time though, as he gently pushed and pulled, her pussy relaxed and let him go deeper with each push. In a minute, her well-lubed vagina easily let the whole length of 10 inch cock thrust into her harder and harder. They kissed with tongues of wild animals as her uncle fucked her ferociously.

"Ohh, fuuuck" she exclaimed, breaking the kiss. "Uncle, you fuck me so goooood. It's amazing! Your huge cock is going all the way in!"

"You have a great pussy, Cindy. I'm going to enjoy making you my personal slut."

"Yes! Yes, do it! I'll come here everyday, and I'll do whatever you tell me. Just fuck me, and eat me out. Make me cum and let me suck your enormous cock."

"You're going to do everything I say?"

"Everything! Ohhh fuck I'm burning."

He slipped out and violently flung her on her back. Grabbing her by the ankles and raising them up, he cleared the path for his cock to reenter her soaked cunt. This time, as he slid inside, Cindy was able to appreciate just how long it was, it seemed to take forever for all of it to go inside. He kept upping the pace, slowly but steadily, the same way he used his tongue to make her snatch catch fire. In a couple of minutes he was pounding her so hard that the whole apartment was shaking, and Cindy was at a loss of any mode of speech, unable to mouth anything more than frenzied, cock-hungry grunts and wails.

"Uunle! I'm uuumming!"

Her uncle started fucking her with a ferocity and fervor that made the previous 45 minutes of non-stop fucking seem like he was holding himself back, and he started rubbing her clit violently with a two lubricated fingers.

"Cum for me, sweetie. Cum for your uncle."

"Uuugh! Aaah. It's, it's cumming! AAH! OOH FUUUUCKK CUMMMINGGG!"

Cindy's vaginal climax coincided with a her clitoral climax, and erupted together in an orgasmic explosion of hot, furious pleasure. Her uncle slid out of her and starting licking her clitoris with strong twirls, keeping the fires of her orgasm lit as she came again and again. It was just like the other night, but even stronger. Things around her seemed to lose shape, colors became vibrant and saturated. She felt as if gravity had been upended and she was floating out into space. Then the entire apartment went black.

She awoke half an hour later. She felt as if she had just woken from a nap that was meant to last fifteen minutes but had somehow become a two hour sleeping session. Which is to say that she felt disoriented. For a few moments she couldn't say where she were or what day it was. Then she remembered. In the space of a few days, it felt like her whole existence had changed. Her uncle was, suddenly, no longer the low-life black sheep of the family. He was hung sex machine and she was going to be his slut from now on. She accepted it at that moment, and decided to act the part whenever they were alone. Right now, he was next to her with his back to the wall, watching some anime on his TV. She turned to him and purred. He was still naked, like her. She saw his soft penis, and without a word scooted over and lovingly inhaled it into her mouth. She caressed his legs as she sucked his dick into hardness, and soon enough it was hard and as big as ever.

"You were pretty out of it." her uncle said casually.

"I've never felt so good in my life." she said in a soft, dreaming voice.

"Don't you feel silly now? About how you've trying to hide it for so long?"

"Yes, Uncle. I feel so silly, but so good. I've always been hard on you, and I never realized why until now. It was because I wanted to be your bitch, your slutty niece whore." she felt a tingling in her pussy, and savored the taste of his cock.

"From now on you will treat me with respect in front of my family."

"Yes, Uncle."

"And you will follow my every order to the letter."

"Yes, Uncle."

She happily sucked him off, changing between slowly and thoroughly sucking his shaft, licking him up and down the length of his cock, and deepthroating him so that only three inches remained. She tilted her head so she could watch his anime with him while she worshiped his dick, and thought of how nice it would be to suck him off while watching Netflix with him. She was caught off-guard with idle fantasies of going to the movies with him, going out for walks, doing all the things she liked to do with Brad or any other of her boyfriends. It was then she realized that she wouldn't mind falling in love with her uncle. He was a mess. He didn't take care of himself. Didn't eat properly, or dress very nice, didn't exercise or groom his facial hair. But she could fix him. She would fix him and then she could move in with him and be his slutty niece forever. She could tell by his breathing and the twitching of his beautiful cock that he was close to cumming. She couldn't wait to taste his delicious cum, the smell was already making her high. She took it as far down to the base as she could before the first volley of sperm shot out. He must have cum a gallon as he empties his balls into her mouth. She could feel a faint after-quake in her pussy, a delightful mini-orgasm as she swallowed what she could of his yummy cum. The rest squirted onto her face as she released his dick from her face. She turned around and lay down on her back, with her head toward the foot end of the bed. She gathered the semen with her fingers and licked her uncle's cum from them one by one. She savored the taste of his cum before swallowing.

"It tastes so good." she said distantly.

"You'll be drinking down my jizz a lot from now on, sweetie."

"Anytime you say, Uncle." she smiled at him.

"I'm going to hop into the shower. You're more than welcome to join me, though it might get a bit cramped."

"I'll be there in a minute."

Her uncle got up and headed toward the bathroom, his semi-hard dick dangling between his legs like a sausage at the butcher's.

"Uncle Jeremy?" Cindy said, un-moving.

"Yes, little girl?"

"I really am sorry for the way I've always acted. You used to make me really uncomfortable, when you looked at me or made remarks. But you've made me feel so good, I don't see any of that when I look at you anymore."

"What do you see now?"

She turned to him, and smiled. "I see my man. I'll be good slut for you, so don't do away with me, okay?"

"Don't worry about that, sweetie. You're my little girl now, and I'm going to keep you forever."

"I'd like that. Oh, I feel so nice!" she said and stretched.

Her uncle went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cindy felt it hard to get out of bed but she wanted to join Uncle Jeremy before he finished. She realized she'd been here for almost one and a half hours, and soon Beckie and Mom would wonder where she was. She got up, she wanted to be fresh for when she got home, and hopefully her uncle could eat her out some more before she headed home. Summer break couldn't come fast enough. She was just about to enter the bathroom when she noticed a blinking light on her uncle's phone, which was lying on a nightstand by the bed. Curiosity got the better of her, and she checked who'd sent him a message.

Absolute shock was what awaited her. On her uncle's phone, which had been on silent mode, was a string of messages from Beckie, from around the same time she had gone up to her room this morning to just an hour ago. Read in order, they said:

12:06 - Uncle, mom and dad are out. Can u come and fuck me again? - Beckie

12:07 Not today sweetie. - Jeremy

12:16 Cindy is going out, we'll be all alone. Plz I need you cock in my ass again – Beckie

12:19 Come to my place tomorrow. Busy today – Jeremy

12:48 Plz Uncle Jeremy u havn't fucked me since you visited 2 days ago. - Beckie

13:03 Im sorry Uncle Im so needy. Will u punish me tomorrow? - Beckie

13:17 Plz answer Uncle don't hate me. Ill let you cum inside again – Beckie

13:27 Sorry Im so needy! I'll make it up to u tomorrow. I love you I love you I love you – Beckie

Cindy didn't know what to do. Jeremy had tricked her into doing all this. Two days ago he'd said he'd go to Beckie if she didn't suck him off, and he'd done it anyway! God's sake, it sounded like he'd been doing it for longer than with her. Longer than with Cindy... She didn't know what upset her most. The fact that her uncle was lying asshole or that she wasn't the only one he'd fucked.

She marched into the bathroom, ready to lash out at him. He turned around and smiled at her, and suddenly she lost her footing. He looked so innocent, so vulnerable. Then she saw his cock, as hard as a rock, despite cumming just a few minutes ago. He grinned and said.

"Up for round two, baby girl?"

She wanted to scream at him, hit him, claw at him. But she couldn't. Memory of the pleasure he gave her won out against her feelings of betrayal. She knew she was being weak, but her hears told her that it cared more for the pleasure of his touch than it did for petty jealousy. She knew she would talk to him about this. But not now.

She walked up to him, got into the shower with him. He put his arm around her, she felt his chest and grabbed his cock, looking hungrily into his eyes and she slipped down on her knees and licked his tasty shaft. She knew then, that she wasn't going to let Beckie steal him from her. He said she'd be his slut forever.

"Do you want to cum inside me this time, Uncle?"

9 Malpractice Chapter 1-4

Chapter One

I Accidentally Find My Power

Power corrupts. It really does. It's like, if you had the ability to get away with theft, it wouldn't take long before you became a kleptomaniac. And boy, did mania ensue shortly after I realized what I could get away with.

It all began with a simple headache. Or so I thought. Fact was – though I didn't know it at the time – things were more complicated than that. But I'll ease you into that. Anyway, it had been a very normal day at work. I work as an illustrator at a small publishing house; children's books and such. I usually get through work with minimal stress, but for some reason I was one this particular day somewhat agitated. Around lunch my head started to pound, and I had to take my leave early. I went straight home.

I live with my family; my mom, and my older and younger sisters. My dad divorced my mom about a year ago, and no one in the family has spoken to him in at least six months. When I got home, my sisters were still in school, and mom would be at work at her office until late in the evening. I was beat for some reason, from nowhere I'd become absolutely exhausted on top of my headache. I threw myself unto my bed and things went dark.

I was awakened by a knocking on the front door. It couldn't be any of my sisters, as they would both have keys to let themselves in. I went down the stairs and checked the door. Outside stood Denise, a girl my oldest sister's age – 18 years – who lived down the street. She was a knockout brunette with long legs and an athletic, tanned body. She was dressed like she was coming home from tennis practice, and as I opened the door I could feel the smell of female sweat hit me like a brick wall.

"Um," I managed to mumble.

"Hey. Matt, right?" Denise said, her mouth curving into an awkward smile on her lightly freckled face.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, is there anything I can help you with? Denise, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I was in your sisters Jordan's class, until I switched schools, remember? Anyway, the power's out at our house, I was just wondering if, like, your house-"

"Yeah."

"-has power. It has power?"

"Ye-wait, no. I don't know. I'm sorry, I woke up literally, thirty seconds ago." I said, scratching the back of my head, as an uninvited thought randomly entered my head.

Jeez, I would love to fuck her

"Oh, sorry." she said and broke my line of thought. "Well, if you're not sure... mind if I come in? You know, to check?"

"...sure."

We went inside, and I was suddenly aware of my headache slowly coming back. The feeling, strangely enough, was a lot like having to pee. It felt like it needed to get out of my head. I looked at Denise's divine ass as she strode past me, and I could feel the pain in my skull being directed at her. We both found herself standing by the nearest light switch, and I noticed how her breathing was getting heavy all of a sudden.

"Guess we should - " she stopped, having to catch her breath.

"Turn it on?" I finished, and she looked at me in a completely different way than just a few seconds ago.

"Yeah..." she whispered, and grabbed the back of my head, pushing my lips into hers. She exhaled into my mouth and starting massaging my tongue with hers. Her one arm moved down my neck and grasped my shoulder. My own hands instinctively went to her ass, and squeezed it firmly. Suddenly the pain was starting to pound like a sore thumb, and I felt how one of Denise's hands moved down to unzip my fly. We kept making out as she pulled my jeans down and stroked my dick through my boxers. Our tongues were all a-tangled when she took out my erection and finally got down on her knees.

"Wow." she gasped. "It's really big."

"It's long, but not very thick." I confessed.

She gave the tip a kiss, then another, then another with tongue. She coyly made out with my dick before putting in in her mouth. She was able to get it just about halfway down her throat before she gagged and had to retreat.

"Five stars." she said, and looked up at me with a naughty smile.

She starting sucking it neatly, jerking it with her one hand and caressing my leg with the other. Her lips felt soft and sweet. Playfully, but somehow reservedly, she twirled her tongue around my dick as she sucked it. Eventually I had to come. I felt it building up in my loins, and with a grunt I emptied it all in her mouth. For a moment she looked around witlessly, not knowing what to do.

Swallow it, I thought. Drink it all

To my surprise that was exactly what she did. She downed it and her face rendered an expression resembling that of someone doing a shot of vodka. I could see the moment it "hit" her, and it was as sexy as it was comical.

We looked at each other for a while, and without breaking eye contact she started to tenderly kiss my cock, cleaning it with smooches and licks.

I flipped the switch on the wall. Nothing happened.

"Looks like power's out here too." I said.

We laughed a bit. And Denise got up, licking some of my cum off her lips. As she headed for the door, she turned to me.

"Hey, this was really unexpected but, I'll see your around. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Take it easy."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Even though I closed the door, I could still see her. Obviously I knew she was still on the other side of the door, I know what object permanence is, but I could somehow feel her. It hit me, that it was a dull, faint ache in the back of my head that was pointing toward her through the wall as she walked back to her own house down the block. But now the ache was manageable. Even slightly pleasant. And I felt energized. But exactly what had just happened? Even in the daze of post-ejaculation, I saw how there was no way that a hot girl like Denise, who I barely knew, would just go down on me right in the hallway. I was very, very confused. Had my headache somehow made her do it? I had thought about her in a, less than platonic way – and then we had...

I didn't know what to think. My sisters would be home in a while.

Chapter Two

Practice With My Sister

My name is Matt Almquist, I live in a suburb on the west coast, with my mom and my two sisters. The other day, something strange had happened. I'd been at work, illustrating book covers and such, when I'd been hit by a terrible headache. I'd had to go home early and, after some rest, I got the most spontaneous blowjob from my beautiful teenage neighbor. I thought it might have had something to do with my headache, because afterwards it was still there, faintly, and it seemed to be aimed in some strange way towards her. It felt like, I don't know, a link. The scary thing was, it didn't stop the next day.

When I got up I could still feel it, it was like having a compass in my head. Only instead of pointing north, it pointed towards Denise. I don't know how I knew it did, I just did.

Anyway, it was about 10 am on a Saturday when I got up. I walked down the stairs and noticed my younger sister Jordan sitting on the living room sofa, watching some Japanese cartoon. I don't speak Japanese, but I could recognize some strange pronunciations of English words and names here and there.

Jordan was 18, but almost my own height. She was an old classmate to Denise, before the latter had switched schools for some reason. She had a nice, curvy figure. Not lean and athletic like Denise, but smooth, soft and plump in just the right places. Her breasts were quite large, though I made an effort not to stare. They might have been somewhere in the upper C-cup area. She had a tattoo of a sleek red space fighter on her right arm, and dark blond hair that fell to her shoulders, with one single purple curl that fell down her forehead, that she had a habit to rearrange to behind her right ear. But it would always fall back. This morning she wore a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of red running shorts. Casual apparel, indeed.

"Morning." she said as I strode to the kitchen to pour some serial.

"Hey," I answered. "Where's the rest of the household?"

"Mom had a thing at the office and Hannah's spending the day on the beach."

"With that Troy guy?" I snarled. Troy was this grade A douche who'd been having a 'dating-not-dating' kind of relationship with my eighteen-year-old sister for the past month. No one in the house except for Hannah cared much for him.

"Dur, hiya guys, wow man, what a rad crib!" Jordan spat out in a surprisingly accurate imitation of what the guy sounded like."

"Wanting grammar besides," I continued. "That guy has no business with our Hannah. He's my age."

"You're not that old." she argued, as I sat down next to her with my bowl of cereal.

"I'm twenty-one. A eighteen year old girl is too –"

"I don't like the guy either, Matt. But Hannah's a big girl. She can make her own decisions."

"Yeah, in this particular instance, that's sort of the problem."

"Would you hook her up with one of your friends then?"

"God no. There's still the age thing. And character-wise they ain't much better."

"Well, maybe then it's men in general that's the problem." she said, trying to lure me into disagreeing with her.

"Don't even dare, Jordan." I said, waving my finger in a comical fashion. "Don't try to trick me into saying 'not all men' because that's a stupid and immature argument and I'm too smart for that."

"Are all men that smart?"

"Watch your damned Naruto."

Calling any given anime Naruto always managed to get on Jordan's nerves. 'Trash anime' she called it. She only watched the good, intelligent anime like the Cowboy Beep Boop and Kurosagawagi-something. She gave me the death stare, and I returned it by aggressively eating my cereal in silence.

Then suddenly came a wave of dull, faint pain in the back of my head. I looked around, as if I heard a voice, and could almost see – or thought that I could see – Denise through the walls of our house, down the street, and through the walls of their house as well. It was weird, and the inside of my head tickled. The notion – the crazy notion – that I might have caused Denise to blow me the day before returned. And I wondered, might I have gotten some sort of ability? It sounded insane, I realized. But the prospect of mind control, it was just to tempting not to entertain just a little.

I turned to Jordan. I would try and see if I could make her do anything. Nothing sexual, like with Denise. She was my sister, for crying out loud. I tried to send her the thought

Raise the volume on the TV

But nothing happened. My eyes were drawn towards her chest, and I lost myself watching how it rose and fell with each breath. She noticed, looked at me and said.

"Bro, watch the TV instead, would you?"

I looked her in the eyes, and as she looked into mine that thought repeated itself.

Raise the volume

She shrugged off the fact that I'd been ogling her boobs and reached for the remote. I felt a faint, but distinct, thumping in the back of my head. Eye contact. That was it.

"Hey, Jordan." I said. As she turned once more towards me, we locked eyes and as the guy with the fluffy hair on the TV fired a gun at some man with a bird, I sent her the thought: Put on something else

My head roused a bit, as if I had just drunk something with a kick. But Jordan held on to the remote and changed the input from the DVD to TV. She browsed the channels for a while until she settled for a rerun of Twin Peaks.

Jesus fucking Christ, I thought. I can control minds. Or at least make suggestions. I had no idea if I could make anyone think or believe certain things, but the stuff that had happened so far suddenly made sense. I got horny from talking to Denise the day before, and had somehow made her horny too. I had made a direct command, and Jordan had followed, not noticing that anything was off. This was amazing!

But, what if I made someone do something that made zero sense? Like making a nun curse, or make a republican say something intelligent? Something they would simply never do. Would they brush it off? Would they try rationalize it? Would they think they were crazy? Or could I make people think what I wanted them to think?

I just realized, that maybe Denise was being torn up about the blowjob she'd gave me. She probably wouldn't have done that in any other circumstance; how was she supposed to make sense out of that? Maybe she would come to the conclusion that it 'just happened', like you sometime see in the movies.

(Mostly due to bad writing.)

I had to find out. But not now. I was just done with my cereal.

As I went to brush my teeth, I got to thinking. If I could change the way people feel, think and behave, that is, complete mind control, would I abuse that power? I'd often thought about whether I'd be a superhero or a super villain as a kid. Perhaps now that question had actually become relevant. I finished brushing my teeth, and decided I was going to conduct one more experiment on Jordan. I would try and see, if I could change her opinion on something – something trivial – using my ability.

I went back to living room and sat down next to her.

"Hey, Jordan."

"What?" she said, not paying much attention. Agent Cooper on the TV was sitting around a fireplace with the fat guy from Stargate SG-1, talking about I don't know what. I never followed Twin Peaks.

"You like this show?"

"I guess." she said and gave me a glance, and then seemed unable to turn away as long as I looked at her. "Been so long since I watched it. I liked the first season, but then it just got weird, I think."

You don't care for it at all

"Or, when I think about it. It really hasn't aged very well. Not my thing."

I wasn't quite satisfied. Could have just been her working it out on her own. I decided to be bit drastic. Just this once.

You like it when I see your breasts

"But hey, Matt." she said as if just continuing with the conversation. "Seeing as no one else is here..."

"Yeah, what?" I played at being coy but on the inside I was freaking out because this might actually be working!

"Well... I..." she trailed off. Was she nervous? I could only guess how she as a person dealt with any given suggestion I gave her. I decided to give her an indirect hand. I started to stare at her big breasts as obviously as I could. This was getting weird, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't strangely exciting.

"I, um, noticed you were looking at... these." she said, grabbing her boobs.

A part of me was screaming 'Stop it! Get out!' but another part of me was so deeply fascinated with the endless possibilities, that I just couldn't help myself.

Now, Jordan was starting to massage her breasts through her shirt, and soon took the whole thing straight off, revealing her voluptuous bust completely free from any bra. She looked at me the whole time, with a shy smile.

"What do you think?" she asked me. "Do you like my tits?"

"Yeah, I do." I answered, wondering how far I had the conscience to take this. I sent her another suggestion.

"Do you want to touch them?"

"Sure, sis."

I grabbed hold of one of the luscious mounds of flesh and squeezed it, teasing the nipple with my fingers. Then I took her other boob in my hand and started massaging them rigorously. My sister moaned in pleasure as I went on.

I lost myself. My head started to ache, more seriously than it had since after my run-in with Denise. But nevertheless, I sent:

You are horny. You are immensely attracted to me

Almost instantly she shot out and grabbed me in her arms, kissing me passionately. Her tongue was superb, hot and violent. In small shock, I struggled to keep up with her. I kept massaging her tits as her hands ran all over my body, pulling my shirt over my head. She started kissing my chest, until she put her face in front of my crotch and nibbled on my hardening dick through my boxers. My head was starting to seriously hurt but I kept at it. I had my hands all over her, not sure what to do. I wanted to feel the softness of her breasts, to grab her by the hips, to touch the booty.

I had to stop before I did something I could never forgive myself for. But I couldn't. My sister was seductively nibbling on me through my underwear. I could feel her tongue wet the fabric, and a bulge was soon totally visible. I was given some brief respite when she pulled away and looked me in the eye.

"God, I can't believe we're doing this..." she said in disbelief, obviously.

"Look, Jordan if you want to stop..." I said very half-heartedly.

"No way. You're so hot, Matt. We... we don't have to have sex. I mean, we shouldn't. But could you..." she fell silent, and leaned backwards on the sofa, removing her shorts. I was shocked to see she'd not been wearing any panties underneath. "Matt. Please, use your mouth. I can use mine too."

I think we can all pretty much guess at this point, that I'm going to hell.

I plunged down into her most holy of holies. I didn't need to tease her or warm her up, she was already as wet as any I'd ever seen. She moaned loudly and aggressively, as my tongue did its thing on her. She started grabbing my brown hair, which was just long enough to be grabbed at all.

Her moans grew louder and louder until she arced her back like a bridge upwards and let out a howling sound. I pulled back, but she leaped forward, grabbed me, and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, making out passionately with my sister. Again she started moving down south, kissing my chest, my stomach, until finally she removed my boxers and gently kissed my hard dick.

"Oh, this is so wrong." she moaned, and licked the tip.

"I'm so sorry, Jordan." I said, and gasped at the pleasure she gave me.

"Don't be. I'm – lick – just as guilty as you."

It tore on my conscience how untrue that was, and yet I couldn't – wouldn't – do anything to stop it. I could make her stop, maybe rinse away any guilt she might have when she got her senses back. Hell, for all I knew, I might had been able to make her forget it all. But I didn't even try. To be honest, a part of me wanted this to only be the beginning. Some diabolical side of me was already scheming and plotting for my imminent harem. The idea was so tempting.

Jordan wrapped her lips around me, taking the whole of my dick into her mouth. Her blowjob was deliciously sloppy, not at all neat like Denise's had been. She greedily sucked my cock, making slurping noises and fingering herself. She bobbed her head back and forth more and more rapidly, until she deepthroated me hard and kept the whole thing in her throat for about ten seconds. Then she slowly pulled back, giving concurrent suction to my rod. The noise was loud and messy, and then she pulled back and made a pop sound as her lips left the crown of my cock. Then she started sucking me aggressively again, jerking me with her one hand as she went.

"Jordan..." I said.

"What is it?"

"Can you do me with your breasts?"

She just smiled, softly kissed my dick, and pinched her own nipples for me. As her tender, beautiful boobs enveloped my hard cock, I felt like I was in heaven. She used her hands to make her tits squeeze my member, and in a couple of minutes' time I came a mighty load on her face. Sperm stuck to her chin, and some fell down unto her breasts.

I was lost.

We sat there for a while, naked and confused. From her perspective, this must have all seemed really strange, but for some reason she wasn't questioning the reality of it. She seemed to assume that she had indeed wanted all of it. She trotted into the downstairs bathroom to clean up, and as she came out I passed her on my way in. Our eyes met, and I knew I had to make some kind of amends for this.

You won't tell anyone about this. You won't feel bad or guilty. It will be a nice memory, but a secret.

"Hey, Matt." she said as I was about to close the bathroom door.

"Yeah?"

"Let's not tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Are you kidding? Of course not."

"I don't know what came over me..."

"Me neither," I lied. "But let's not beat ourselves up about it. As long as we can, you know, still be around each other."

"Without succumbing to carnal lust?" she said jokingly. It was strange somehow, how much the same she was.

"Without it being weird."

"Let's just see it as a great source of inside jokes."

"Sure."

With that I closed the door. I splashed some cold water in my face. My head wasn't hurting at all anymore. Maybe reaching climax soothed it. In either case, I decided it was too dangerous around my family with this power. I needed to find some other way to... relieve myself. I thought of Denise, but why stop there? The world was full of beautiful women who weren't related to me. With some proper practice, this power might just be the best thing that ever happened.

In retrospect, that last part is debatable.

As I stepped into the shower, I looked at the bathroom wall and could somehow perceive Jordan's figure through the tiles. I felt a beating within the beating of my heart. Was she somehow linked to me, so that I could sense her presence?

Chapter Three

My New Stomping Grounds

I had crossed a line with my sister, Jordan. But I swore to myself that I wouldn't take it any further. Using my strange new ability, I had made her want to show me her breasts, and from there I had eaten her out and had her suck my cock. I even came on her big, soft tits! I'd never imagined her to be such a fierce cocksucker, and part of me was dying to see her in bed. But that was too far. My morals were already stretching, and I had to make an effort to keep some level of decency. That said, I had no qualms about using my newfound ability to control people's urges to get a head in the pickup race. As far as I could tell, no one was left scarred or somehow freaked out my by mental intrusions, and so I rationalized this very questionable practice as harmless. After all, if I could make any woman really want it, it wasn't technically *. Of course, a voice inside me kept insisting the whole thing was wrong. And I suppose I knew all the time that it was, at its core, immoral. In the words of Steve Buscemi (or rather his screenwriter): We all need to decide for ourselves how much sin we're able to live with.

I figured that, in order to keep this ability out of the house, I'd do best to exercise it somewhere else. I needed some practice, as my head always started to ache whenever I started using it. Or... didn't the headaches come first? I didn't remember. But that was part of what today would be all about. Practice. And what better place to practice mind control than the mall?

On Sunday I took the bus to Rotterdam Station, and from there took the train into the city. I walked about for a while, until I reached the downtown mall. It was a large strip with a glass ceiling and loads of stores, restaurants and cafés. Everywhere people where buzzing around, carrying shopping bags from Gap, HM, and more. How many clothes do people wear? I buy a shirt and it lasts me at least a good couple of years, but I digress. I was standing around in quaint little teashop. Drawers and racks of boxes with different exotic teas littered the cramp place, and the air was a softly sweet and relaxing mix of teas and herbs. There was a speaker in the corner humming out some relaxing synthetic orchestral music. I was amazed to recognize the song. Jordan had played it in her room more than once. Some famous Japanese modern composer, Susumizu Hickeyzawa or something like that.

Other than me there were two people in the store, save the proprietor. An old man, maybe in his sixties; and a woman in her late thirties, around the same age as my mom by the look of her. I got an idea. I remembered how I had to make brief eye contact to use my powers. As they passed each other, I caught the old man's glance and sent into him

That woman is your wife

I felt a bit torn on this. These were just pranks, sure, but I might cause a scene. However, even in such a case I might get some idea of just how far I can take a situation and still salvage it. Now the man turned to the woman.

"Dierdre! I didn't see you there. Weren't you supposed to be at home?"

The woman looked at the man, visibly confused. She didn't seem sure if the man was talking to her, and as the realization came she became very uncomfortable.

"Look, mister. I don't think I'm the person you - " as she spoke she noticed I was watching and became even more uneasy. When our eyes briefly met, I sent a suggestion.

You get a kick from pretending you're other people. Pretend you're his wife

"- uh..." she trailed off.

"Dierdre? What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing dear." she said smiling. It looked like the smile of an amateur actress. Was there any limit to this power?

"I thought you said you'd be at home."

"Oh, I, you know, thought of following you here anyway."

"You should have told me when I went out, we could taken the car together."

This was too easy. With just a command, I had convinced this old man to see a stranger as someone he knew closely. Did he still physically see her as she was, or did he in his mind really see his wife in front of him. I should experiment with this again. And as for the woman, I had made her adapt to a strange situation with no problems. I kept wondering what it felt like from her side. Did she at any point wonder where this sudden urge to role-play for kicks came from? Did her subconcience perhaps write some kind of backstory to justify the changes I made in her personality. If that was the case, I might be able to get away with some considerable suggestions. I decided this was enough, it was time to see if I could change or erase their memories. That would be useful, to say the least. To both of them:

Completely forget the last minute. She is not your wife. You are done with role-playing

They just stood there, still, staring past each other. I was afraid I had broken them. Then they both just seemed to reboot, like a couple of laptops, and went straight back browsing the teas. I found that though I needed eye contact on the initial suggestion, once that was done, no further eye contact was necessary.

As I exited the teashop, I wondered if their memories were in fact gone. I could only tell by their reaction, and I guess they could just as well have been too embarrassed when I relieved them of their suggestions. More experimentation was required.

I went to a nearby café. It was still early in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly through the glass ceiling so there were plenty of people sitting at the tables on the side of the strip. I bought a cup of coffee, with just a little milk, and had a seat. On the table to my left was a dad treating his two kids to some ice cream. On my right was an attractive woman at about my age – early twenties – reading a book and having some tea. She had short, dark brown hair and full, seductive lips. Her skin was fair and she dressed in a blue blouse under a large vintage suede jacket - a little early, as fall was still at least a month away – and a black skirt that stopped just above her knees, beneath which she wore a pair of fabric boots. She seemed to have a audaciously good body, but I couldn't be totally sure with that over-sized jacket. She was gorgeous, and had style. But what was a more proper target for what I had in mind – for now – were seated at the table in front of me. There sat a guy and a girl, obviously a couple. They seemed to be late teens, like my sister Jordan.

The guy wore jeans and a pink shirt. He had one of those obnoxious haircuts where all is shaved except the top of the head, where a tuft of blond hair sat looking ridiculous. I decided to refer to him as Macklemore. The girl was pretty, a petite blond with a sweet, round face and big blue eyes. She had a ponytail that fell to her back, and she wore a stylish white poncho sewed in a grid pattern, revealing a black top underneath, and a pair of tight bright blue jeans. Her figure was not like the girl to my right, she only had a couple of buds for breasts and was too skinny for my taste. But that didn't mean I couldn't use this couple for practice. And then, maybe I would introduce myself to the brunette beside me.

I coughed slightly, trying to get their attention without acting suspicious. It worked partially, the guy looked my way for just a second, and that was all I needed. You know how in crowded places, sometimes you just accidentally cross stares with random people? I could use that now. I sent the guy a suggestion, and turned my gaze toward the girl, waiting for her to look my way.

You have a confession to make, I sent into Macklemore. You have cheated on your girlfriend with a stranger you met on the bus.

I couldn't quite make out what he said, due to all the ambient noise on the busy shopping strip. But I heard most of it.

"Listen, babe." I'm pretty sure he said after a short while.

"What is it, Brad?"

"I need to tell you something."

"What, Brad?"

"The other day-" I didn't say the other day, his mind must really be filling out the blanks. "-when I was on the bus."

"But you hate the bus."

"Yeah, I know. But listen. I met this girl..."

At this the girl looked at him suspiciously, then looked around as if expecting to see this girl right here. Our eyes met.

The thought of your boyfriend being with other people turns you on

"And then what?" she asked sternly.

"Well, we got to talking. Ended up having some coffee, then a few beers."

Amazing. He was writing it all by himself. Like this, I could pull any command straight out of my ass and my target would just come up with a rationalization on their own.

"Are you saying..."

"I went with her to my place. And we had sex. I'm so sorry."

"That. Is. SO. Hot."

"What?"

"That is so sexy." she whispered, but ever since I made the suggestions on them, both their voices seemed to progressively rise above the background noises, letting me hear them over the crowd. "That you would betray my trust like that. Can I watch next time?"

"Wh-what?"

I decided this was enough. I wondered if I could withdraw a suggestion simply by shorthand, and tried to simply expel a withdrawal command into them. Suddenly I felt how they, in my mind, got lighter. My head was at this point starting to ache, but considerably less than yesterday. I heard them speak.

"Wait a minute, what did I..." Macklemore started to mumble. The girl only showed a face of disbelief at what she just said, or thought. So they rationalize my commands, but not when I take their commands away, huh?

Forget what you talked about for the last two minutes

"So, hey!" she called.

"What?"

"I heard about -"

I lost interest. It was confirmed. I could erase at least their short term memory. I could implant memories into them. I could change their preferences and tastes, even their opinions. And whenever I added something, it made total sense to them. They didn't think it was strange until I took it away from them.

Now for some more potentially pleasurable practice. I turned to my right and saw the girl with short hair and suede jacket just get up and leave. She was so alluring, I couldn't just let her go. I left my coffee half finished and got up and went after her. I thought of a way to get her attention, and took out a penny from my back pocket. I went up to her and cautiously tapped on her shoulder. She stopped and turned around.

This is yours

"Excuse me," I said. "I think you dropped this."

"Oh, thanks. This is mine."

You are to be very accommodating and comfortable with my company

"Say," I continued. "Do you know where I can buy a jacket like that?"

"Well, this I got at a thrift shop on Levitt. It's about thirty minutes from here, I guess."

Her round lips were a natural pink and moved so beautifully when she talked. The eyes on her pale face were big and dark, surrounded by thick lashes that only accentuated their color. Her eyes had a minute almond shape, and I wondered if maybe she some slight East Asian lineage one one part of the family; maybe Korean or Japanese. Up close, and in front of her, I could now see that underneath her jacket she had a breathtaking figure. She wasn't at all as skinny as the petite blond from the café, but her stomach was fit, her breasts looked like firm C-cups, and her hips were like that of a dancer. My sister Hannah danced, but her hips were not anywhere near this level. This girl, with her short dark brown hair, luscious figure and innocent yet confident expression, was a goddess.

"Could you take me there? Is that asking too much."

"I'd love to, but," she laughed apologetically.

You don't mind taking me there

"... but are you sure? We just met."

"As long as you're not taking me to someplace inappropriate." I jested, and she let out an honest laugh.

"Okay then. Let's go. I'm Rose, by the way."

"Matt. Nice to meet you."

"You too." she smiled.

As per my command, she was very amicable and forthcoming with me. We strolled down the streets, talking, and it was like we were friends or on a casual date.

"So you're an illustrator?" she said. "What do you draw?"

"Mostly covers for children's and youth novels. Once I did a full illustration of a new translation of an Astrid Lindgren story, one picture per chapter. That was really rewarding, actually."

"Lindgren..." she mused. "I know that name." she thought for a bit then, smiling, snapped her fingers at me. "I know! Pippi Longstocking!"

"Right." I laughed. "Only this one was of Ronja the Robber's Daughter."

"What's that?"

"Well, it's a book for starters."

"Oh, har dee har."

"It's good. It's for young teens, but it's a good story. You read a lot?"

"Oh, do I. I finish maybe two books a week."

"That's impressive."

"Why thank you, sir." she said and did small curtsy, which didn't look right since we were still walking.

I hadn't expected to be taken by conversation like this. This girl was really cool. She was smart, funny and kind. Though I guess that last part was mainly due to me telling her to be. Never mind.

"So what about work?" I asked her. "Still in school?"

"I'm majoring in botanics. I have maybe five dozens different plants in my apartment. And I write a column on house plants and urban gardening in a weekly lifestyle magazine."

"The impressives just keep lining up."

"Thanks. You've got quite the job yourself."

"It pays the rent. Or, it will when I get my own place."

"You live with a roommate?"

"I wish. Still with my family. Haven't had much luck on the real estate market."

"I hear you. I got lucky. A friend of my mom was willing to sell it first hand. My dad payed half of it, but it's written in my name."

"Wait, so you own your own apartment? No rent?"

"So 'tis, friend."

"Damn, I think you're winning."

We arrived at the second hand store on Levitt street about twenty-five minutes after we'd left the café. It was located in a basement, with old clothes hanging on racks everywhere. Along the walls were boxed of old DVDs and even VHS tapes. We browsed the place, making small talk.

"What do you think about this?" I asked and held out a brown leather jacket with a faint reddish sheen.

"A little short for you."

"You think?" I said and put it on. It was indeed a bit short. The arms fit perfectly, but the jacket only reached down to just above my belt.

"But..." she pondered. "It sort of works. Just make sure to wear a shirt that covers your butt crack, in case you lean forward or something."

"Is there a mirror somewhere?"

"Should be. There it is."

I went over to the mirror, and I liked what I saw. It was a cool jacket, excellent for the coming fall. I rarely bought new clothes, and at 25 bucks, this one was a steal. I figured I could treat myself. I also saw something else in the mirror. Rose, standing behind me, looking absolutely gorgeous. I imagined how I wanted her to cling to my arm, holding it as we walked out of the store. I wanted to kiss her, hold her. I think I might have building a crush for her at that moment. I wanted to try asking her out without using a command or suggestion. But not just now.

"I think I'll take it."

"Looks good."

I bought the jacket, but it was still just a bit to hot outside to wear it. I couldn't wrap my head around how Rose could wear that over-sized suede jacket in early august. I also picked up what looked like a rare DVD release of Kill! for Jordan. We exited the thrift shop and walked along the street. As we passed the bus station she turned to me.

"I should be heading home. I have work to do."

"Yeah, alright. But hey, this was fun. You want to get together sometime next week? I'll take you our for dinner."

"That's really sweet. And I had a great time, but I'm not really into guys, in that way."

"Oh, so you're..."

"Lesbian, yeah."

"Sorry, I didn't want to-"

"It's okay." she laughed dismissively. "I'm flattered, really."

Didn't see that one coming. All of a sudden my hopes of kissing those pink lips ran down the drain. Or did it? Maybe I could... No, that would be wrong. Oh, hell. I had oral sex with my sister. If I wasn't going to use my power to get what I wanted, then what was the point? It wasn't like she'd be unhappy. At least I could make a compromise.

You're not lesbian. You're bisexual. You are attracted to me as well as to women.

And just for some extra insurance.

When I talk to you, you will get excited. You will feel good when you're with me. And a little horny

"But..." she started to mumble.

"Look, here's my number. If you change your mind, give me a call." I said, knowingly.

"Okay." she said. She looked confused, as her new feelings gushed over her. I would give her some time to digest it all. She would call, I had a feeling.

"Okay." I said as the bus came. "Bye."

"Bye, Matt." she said and smiled. Her eyes lingered on me as she boarded the bus.

When I got home I had the worst blueballs. I'd only spent just over an hour with Rose, yet in that time I might have had gotten actual feelings for her. Of course, there's no way you could really fall in love with someone in an hour. But I felt that I definitely had a crush on her. How sweet, I thought, a crush at my age. How selfish it had been of me, though. I might have actually changed her sexuality, solely for my own benefit. And yet, I didn't regret it. I had been given a gift. I wanted to make the most of it.

I was lying on the sofa in the living room. Mom was in the basement, doing the laundry, Jordan was in her room – I could feel her upstairs – and I still had the copy of Kill! in the pocket of my new jacket. I mused the idea of having her relieve me when I heard footsteps down the stairs, and then heard a soft little voice.

"Hey, Matt. Where you been?" it was Hannah, scantily clad in a purple top and black short-shorts. Her dancing practice outfit.

"I went shopping with a friend."

"Shopping? Who are you and have you done with my big brother?" she laughed in her very own oink-like laugh. It was cute, in its own way.

Hannah was just eighteen, but she had a well developed body. Her breasts weren't large, but neither had Jordan's been at that age. Come spring her chest would probably double in size, and by this time next year they'd probably be the same size as Rose; a pair of lovely C-cups. Hannah's big draw was her legs, hips and her butt, though. Again, her hips weren't quite in the same league as Rose's, but for a eighteen-year-old girl this was bordering on some Nicki Minaj-type stuff, let me tell you. Face-wise she was very like my mom, only twenty-three years younger, with a cute little nose and slightly pointy. She had very dark eyebrows for her blond hair, which was much lighter than Jordan's. Her lips were thin but cutely open at the center to minutely show a tiny piece of her front teeth. She also had the clearest blue eyes. Bombardier's eyes, as Stephen King would have described them.

"So, what now?" she asked.

"Now? I don't know, what time is it?"

"Four."

"Only? Well I'm beat. I'm going to take a nap in my room."

Then came a knock on the door. I immediately felt who it was.

"I'll get it!" Hannah called.

She skidooed towards the door and opened it.

"Oh, hi Denise!" she said. "JORDAN, IT'S FOR-"

"Actually, I'm not looking for Jordan. Hi, by the way."

"You're not here to see Jordan? Then who are y-"

"Hi Matt!" she yelled down the hallway and waved. Then, forgetting herself, she tried to act reserved. "Um, when I was here the other day, about the power outage..."

"Yeah, they fixed it over at your house too, right?" I said as I walked toward the hallway. Just a meter from where Hannah stood, just two days ago, Denise had been on her knees sucking my cock.

"Yeah, it's fixed." she laughed nervously, as Hannah stood between us with a perplexed expression on her face. "But I sort of lost my keys. And I think I might have dropped them... here." she looked at me intently, trying to hide her intention from Hannah.

"Oh." I said. "Oh, right. Right. Yeah, I found them after you came by. Sorry, I forgot all about it. They're up in my room."

"Should I come and get them?" she asked, anticipation in her voice.

"Sure, come on in."

She kicked her shoes off her feet and raced past Hannah, leaving her either suspicious or just dumbstruck. We went upstairs to my room. I hoped Jordan wouldn't choose this particular time to come out of her room. The very second we were in my room Denise shut the door and fell into my arms, kissing passionately and with longing in her lips and tongue.

"Oh god, Matt, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you this whole weekend." she said in between kisses. I instinctively grabbed her hips, and slowly moved to her athletically fit ass. I struggled to remember what exactly I had sent into her mind that time. I had just been horny, I don't think I ever put in a command put in words.

"Look, Denise." I said, letting her go. With the blueballs I had, that was hard to do.

I looked at her, standing there in my room, dressed in white top with a clasp over her one shoulder, a red and pale yellow square patterned skirt and gray leg-warmers. Her body was fit and trained, but still curvy. Her legs were long and her butt was a smooth hillock on the exquisite landscape that was her body. Her skin was tanned, a shade lighter than her hair, which ran down to her shoulder blades and had a bang looming over her eyebrows. The skin on her nose and cheeks had the most subtle of freckles, and her eyes were a pair of seductive emeralds. Her mouth was partially open, and she watered her lips with her tongue. I had to have her, and knowing that I could have her any way I wanted made me so hard. But I needed to sort out the mess I had made in her head. Renovate, in a sense. And this time, I was going to make sure she ended up just as I wanted her. I started by relieving any previous command, which I could feel was just a whirlwind of sexual frustration inside her. As it all emptied her, I replaced it with her new directions.

Denise, you will do anything I directly tell you to do. You will want to do it, of your own free will. You will lust for me; when I speak, when you talk to me, when we touch, when you think of me – you will be happy and horny. You will be safe and trusting with me. What turns me on will turn you on, and no man other than me can make you cum

She looked at me with admiration and longing. This was great! I could have anyone like this. I had now, in front of me, this 18-year-old bombshell of a woman, who was visibly aching to have me touch her I stepped forward, took her by the waist, and kissed her deeply. She moaned as our tongues intertwined and she held me tightly.

"I've never felt this way before..." she managed to say with a sigh.

"How far are you willing to go?"

"I want you to make love to me, Matt. I don't know what it is. I... I think I'm in love with you."

"Prove it to me," I said teasingly, though I realized that was a dick way of responding to that sentence. "Suck my dick."

"Gladly!"

She went down to her knees, unclasping my belt, removing my jeans and my boxers, and jerked my all ready rock-hard cock.

"Your dick is just amazing. It's so big, and manly. Just the smell..." she said and took a long sniff of the my dick's scent. "Oh fuck, I'm getting high just smelling your cock."

She started kissing it, jerking it gently all the while. Smooching sounds and smacking noises filled my room as she teased my dick with her hands and lips. When she finally put the crown in her mouth and twirled her tongue around the tip, I though I was going to blow my load. I persevered, however, and watched proudly how my sister's old classmate took a third of my stiff cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth with rising speed, massaging my balls with her one hand and caressing my leg with the other. The softness of her mouth felt like wet, warm velvet. She tried to take the whole thing, but gagged just over halfway down on it. She pulled her head back, and a thick string of saliva mixed with white pre-cum hung between her lower lip and the tip of my cock.

"I haven't done this a lot. I want to be able to take it all." she said in the most adorably surrendering tone.

"Don't worry, girl. You will. We'll just have to practice."

"I'll practice as often as you'll have me."

"Try licking my balls."

The only answer I got was Denise's satisfied sigh as she sank her face into my scrotum and tenderly sucked and licked my balls, jerking my dick with her hand and spreading her spit and my pre-cum all over it. Good thing I shave by nether regularly out of habit.

Soon she returned her attention to my shaft, running her tongue up and down whilst looking into my eyes intently. She made a second attempt at deepthroating me, with not much more success. No matter, I thought. I had a feeling we'd be doing this pretty regularly from now on. I thought of my sister, who'd just the day before been able to take all of my eighteen centimeters like it was nothing. Still, you had to give Denise an A for effort. She was working my dick like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Accompanying the sound of suction and kisses she moaned and sighed with pleasure as she took me into her mouth. I gently held her by the head, bobbing her to and fro, and she closed her eyes, just letting me move her head for her. I did it gently enough, but one day, when she'd be able to take it all, I'd happily skullfuck her into next week. Then I pulled her away from me.

"Denise, I want to fuck you so bad."

"Mmm, I've wanted to hear you say that all weekend." she said seductively and stood up. She did a little dance as she took off her leg-warmers and skirt, swaying her perfect little ass from side to side. She turned away from me, unclasped her top at the shoulder, and let it fall. Slowly, she turned around, holding her breasts in her hands. It was almost ceremonial, when she let go, letting reveal her firm breasts, in perfect proportion with her athletic yet sensual body. She sat down on the foot of my bed and got on her back, spreading her legs for me.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked.

"No, but I wouldn't say that I'm overly experienced. Only three times, with the same guy."

"Well, here I come."

"I can't wait anymore. I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything!"

I got on top of her, teased her labia with my dick, slowly rubbing it against her pussy. Penetrating it with just the tip before withdrawing. Her labia was so soft and wet and when I put in the tip it clenched me just right, with a succulent and moist sensation.

"Oh, just put it in. Fuck me hard."

Not one to disappoint, I plunged my whole member into her, making her howl in ecstasy and probably a little pain. Relentless and rigorously I thrust my wet hard cock into her again and again. The feeling of her pussy's walls were so wet and soft, infinitely welcoming and receptive to my long dick. It contracted itself, hugging me tightly, but never suffered in lubrication. She was so wet I easily went in and out of her. It's a popular misconception that a pussy tightens when aroused, and that the vagina grows sloppy with usage. In truth, a vagina only gets easier to penetrate the more aroused it gets – that's part of the purpose of physical arousal – and not in any way would a human dick have a chance of permanently stretching out a vagina. And I could tell she was extremely aroused, her cunt was lubed up like crazy. So I shamelessly pumped away, showing no mercy as I fucked her.

She threw her arms around me, bringing my face down to suck on her left nipple as I massaged her right breast. Her moaning got subsequently louder, until she let out an animal-like yell.

"Ooooooh! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Shh, my whole family can hear you."

Of course, if anyone barged in I would probably be able make them forget about the whole thing, but the embarrassment might kill the mood, and I really wanted to finish this properly.

"Besides," I continued. "I'm going to make you cum at least one more time."

"At least?"

"At the very least."

I kept pounding her pussy, sucking and biting on her nipples, switching from one to the other and back. Her legs arose and curled around by hips, as she grabbed my hair and clawed at my back. I felt closer to climaxing, felt it building up, but I could keep going, though I might need to slow down for a while. Our eyes met, and in hers I saw pure bliss.

You belong to me

"Matt... Oh god..! I... I'm yours..!"

I was just about to cum when the door opened.

"Heard an old buddie of mine was-"

"Jordan!" Denise yelled in shock.

"What the... what are you..."

Jordan, close the door

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

Chapter 4

Suspension of Certain Morals

I was standing by the side of the bed, my dick deep in Denise's pussy, as my 18-year old sister walked in on us. Denise, my sister's old classmate, promptly got up, as if standing on her feet would somehow make the scene less awkward. My penis popped out from in-between her lubricated vaginal lips as I willed Jordan to close the door and come closer.

Jordan stood as if frozen stiff, her face full of bewilderment. I don't know how long it had been since she last saw or spoke to Denise, as even though we lived a stone toss away they rarely hung out these days – but the shock of finding her in her big brother's room getting fucked was clearly visible on her face. Her eyes went from Denise's naked frame to me, who was clothed save for my pants. Her eyes wondered down to my crotch, and her tongue ran a tempted half-circle about her lower lip.

I had two days earlier used my powers to make her sexually attracted to me, and so that she got off on exposing her naked breasts to me. I occurred to me that even though I had later sent her the suggestion that she should not be ashamed of our secret oral sex session, I had never removed her attraction to me. The scene that unfolded kicked down yet another of my inhibitions, and I could do nothing else but seize the moment.

Jordan, I sent into her mind, You are to follow any order I give you, and gladly wish of your own will to do so. You are to take pleasure in my touch, my words and the mere thought of me will turn you on.

"Jordan," I said to her in a calm, deliberate tone.

"Y-yes, Matt..?"

"Denise and I were just getting better acquainted. Would you like to join us?"

"...I, I... I really..."

"Let me rephrase. Come join us, Jordan." I commanded her, my heart beating not just from the suspense of the situation but from the knowledge that I was doing what I had dreaded I would eventually do.

"Okay." she said, and with that she became more relieved, like she took comfort in being told what to do.

"Denise, come here and get on your knees. You too, sis."

"Okay, Matt." Denise said, breathing heavily.

They both now sat in front of me, ogling my cock with huge anticipation. Denise, with her perfect athletic, tanned body, firm breasts and long legs. Jordan, with her plump curves, big C-cup tits bordering on D-cups, and exquisite mouth which held almost otherworldly cocksucking skills. My dirty blond sister and her brunette friend. These beautiful 18-year olds, both of them different types of taboo. They were both under my spell, as cheesy as it sounds. I could do whatever I wanted to them.

"Okay, girls. You want to have some fun together?"

"Yes, Matt." they both said in unison.

"Alright then. The both of you, lick my cock up and down."

They each took a side of my dick and stroked it with their tongues, one rising as the other fell. They both sectioned out their licking with small affectionate kisses, looking up to me for my approval. The sensation of any one of their tongues on my cock had been like heaven, like wet warmness made into flesh that gently caressed me, but to have two of them working me at the same thing was another thing all together. The feeling didn't just double, it changed. The sensation of one tongue making its way up and down my dick affected the sensation of the other, as Denise's shy and slightly modest licks pleasured the lower base of my penis they traveled up the stem and melded with those of Jordan's experienced and lavish polish.

Eventually, the two girls both united their efforts at the tip, but as their faces got closer, and the two became more aware of each other, they both seized in their enthusiasm.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"Um," Denise stuttered. They both looked up at me. "I love it. But having another girl, your sister of all people, do this to you at the same time is, well, a little disheartening."

"I got to say I agree." Jordan concurred. "The smell, and the sensation is all just, just perfect. But this is just a little bit out of my comfort zone."

"I think I have a way of mending that."

"You do?" Denise asked.

"Sure." I said, and gently and lovingly petted their heads.

You have no qualms about pleasuring me together. In fact, any woman who pleases me becomes as attractive and arousing to you as any man

They looked at me with widening eyes, then looked at each other. Their expressions were first ones of surprise, but soon turned into acceptance and then into lust.

"Denise," Jordan moaned. "Have you always been this fucking hot?"

Denise laughed with slight embarrassment. "I don't know. You think I'm hot? Because I think you're totally gorgeous!"

The two beauties moved their faces closer, and as their lips met they moved the crown of my penis in between them. Then my sister and her friend started to passionately make out with the tip of my cock caught in the middle. Their saliva mixed with my oozing pre-cum and as their tongues danced and wrestled a white slime-like substance formed and stuck to their lips in thick strings. As if working by some invisible or inaudible cue, Denise went down to suck on my balls as Jordan started to take my cock wholly into her mouth.

The sensation of my sister slowly deepthroating as Denise tenderly sucked on my nuts was splendid. A dewy velvet cave repeatedly swallowed all of my eighteen centimeters as such pleasant suction and caring caressing was applied to my balls. When Denise went up to kiss my rod she was taken aback by the ease with which Jordan sucked me off. Denise, who had at most been able to take half of it was amazed to see my sister's skill as she effortlessly took it down to the base.

Denise's emerald green eyes widened at the sight of my sister. When Jordan noticed, she slowly withdrew from my shaft, sucking hard and noisily as she went and letting go of the tip with an audible pop.

"Incredible..." she sighed.

"Jealous?" Jordan replied with a smirk and pulled Denise to her, giving her a deep kiss. When she let her go she took hold of her head and held it right in front of my stiff penis. "Then let's practice!"

Jordan urged Denise to take my cock in her mouth, and massaged her firm breasts while instructing her on how to better take it down her throat.

"Okay, first thing is to relax. If you try too hard to open up you'll just strain your jaw. Relax."

Denise let out a sigh which was muffled by my meat rod. She had it just about halfway in her mouth, which was about the most she'd ever been able to.

"Ease your throat. Breath through your nose. Take it slowly, try to feel the gag reflex coming, and let it go down step by step. Let your throat get used to the mass. Concentrate on the breathing. Always the breathing."

Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, Denise was able to take more of my cock until she had about 14 centimeters in her mouth. Then she withdrew, leaving a trail of saliva on my rigid cock. Impressed, Jordan removed her sweater, letting bare her voluptuous breasts, which Denise lovingly kissed in appreciation of her help.

"Again?" my sister asked.

Denise only looked up at me, with a wondering gaze, looking for my approval.

"It felt really good." I assured her. "Keep at it and you'll get even better."

"Thank you, Matt. I want to be able to make you feel good."

"You already are, Denise. Don't worry about that."

"This is really sweet." Jordan said, taking hold of my cock, kissing it, lubing it up by taking it all down her throat and back again in one swift, practiced motion.

"You know, sis, I sure would like to know where you got so good at that."

"The boyfriends I've had have all been very eager, and I've always enjoyed it. Practice makes perfect."

"Well, the important thing is to love what you do."

Well, girlfriend," Jordan turned to Denise. "Back to work"

Denise dutifully took as much of my dick as she could. The first 13 centimeters she could get down pretty easily, but the rest of the length she met with some resistance. This time, though, she was able to take roughly 15 centimeters down her throat.

She pulled up with a gasp.

"Wa! Oh, fuck me."

"Right." I said, affirmatively. "Girls, get on the bed. On all fours, backs arched and butts in the air."

"Okay, Matt."

"Sure, bro."

They did as they were bid and got on their hands and knees along the edge of my bed. They arched their backs and flaunted their asses and pussies for me. I took a firm hold off their buttocks and gave them each a slap.

"Hey Matt?" Jordan said.

"Yeah?"

"Are we going to cross the line?"

"Don't you want to?"

"I really, really want to. But that doesn't change the fact-"

"Don't worry, sis. No one has to know. Let's just both feel really good, and if our relationship changes, I promise it'll only be for the better."

"Okay, sounds good to me." she purred with delight, my reassurance quelling any doubt she had left.

I had already made Denise cum with my dick just a while before, and the thought of fucking my sister was too much to resist at this point. I placed myself behind Jordan, grabbing her butt cheeks and rubbing her clit with my penis, teasing her of my entry into this forbidden domain of carnal pleasure. I restrainedly inserted the tip, then slowly put the whole length of it into my sister's longing pussy. Her moans were loud and prolonged by my deliberately drawn-out insertion. Then I raised the pace, and the smooth feel of the inside of her wet cunt made me regret I hadn't taken her earlier.

Splat sounds arose as I greedily pumped away at Jordan's wet pussy, air escaping the spaces between the lubricated flesh, and not wanting Denise to be totally left out I put two of my fingers in her and started rubbing her insides.

"Ooh god!" Jordan let out, trying to muffle her moans by covering her mouth with her hands and diving her face into the mattress. I repeatedly plunged myself into, out of, and back into the velvety walls of her vagina, all the while fingering Denise ruthlessly.

"I've got an idea." I said to them. "Jordan, get on your back. Denise, lay down on top of Jordan facing each other."

They both did as they were told, their faces told of the excitement that following my orders gave them. And as they lay on top of each other, they started rubbing their tits together and exchanged loving kisses, all of their own accord.

I squatted, putting my point of view on the same level as their two neatly positioned pussies, Denise's juices running down and melding with Jordan's. I straightened my legs again, and put my dick back into Jordan. I gave her half a dozen thrusts before switching over to Denise, and forth and so forth. At first the changes were a bit clumsy, but after a few tries I achieved a perfect rhythm as I effortlessly switched between fucking my sister and her ex-classmate.

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Matt! I'm cumming!" Jordan shouted.

"Me too! Me too! Motherffff-aaah!" Denise followed.

Then, I shoved my hot cock in between the two girls and thrust it with all my might back and forth in the midst of their unified juices, rubbing both their clits with the crown of my member. As the two beauties stiffened and moaned like never before I shot out a torrent of white sperm that stuck between their bellies and breasts as they rubbed against each other.

Denise rolled off of Jordan, revealing both of their cum-glazed stomachs. Their breasts were sticky with my semen, and they both stroked each other's bodies with their fingers and coyly fed each other my cum.

They looked up to me and laughed.

"Well, I never thought that would happen." Jordan said with a smile.

"How are you guys feeling?" I asked as I sat myself down on the floor.

"I feel freakin' great!" Jordan said, gazing up to the ceiling, circling Denise's nipple with her pinky.

"Me too." Denise said dreamingly. "I feel absolutely fantastic. But..."

"But what, Dee?" I asked, distantly as I the climax had given my senses a good shove.

"Well, it's just that now I'm worried that you and Jordan are going to do it more than I will."

Jordan laughed. "Well, if Matt wants me to spread my legs for him in the future, I doubt I will say no. So ball's in your court now, bro."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You got to take responsibility here and make sure Denise is satisfied, of course. Otherwise she may direct her affections elsewhere."

"Oh, I don't think there's a big risk of that." Denise assured her. "I don't think anyone other than Matt is going to be able to satisfy me from now on."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. This did feel way better than it would have with someone else. Usually I need to be manhandled a little to cum this hard, but you," she turned to me. "You were able to make me cum like crazy. You weren't even rough or anything, no toys no nothing. Just vaginal, and yet this might have been the best orgasm I've had in... perhaps ever."

"Well," I mused. "Maybe you're just perfectly compatible with me."

"I don't doubt for a second that I was made for you." Denise said lovingly.

"Wow," Jordan gasped. "Someone call the church, I think someone's ready to get hitched. Which reminds me... what exactly is your relationship? How long have you two been doing this?"

This made me think. What exactly would the nature of our relationship be from now on? Would I make Denise and Jordan my girlfriends? Sex friends? Slaves? For some reason I though of Rose, and a part of me wanted to reserve to potential term 'girlfriend' for her. Before I could answer, however, Denise spoke instead.

"Well, Matt owns me."

"What?" Jordan guffawed.

This is the first time we've had sex, actually. We met last Friday and one thing lead to another. We made out, and I gave him a blowjob. And after that I just couldn't get him out of my mind. So I came here, and I... I don't know. I just wanted to see him. And if there was a chance I wanted to do this with him. I can't explain it, but I'm his."

"Like, literally?" Jordan wasn't convinced. "Body and soul? He's your master, is that what you're telling me?"

"Well..." Denise said self-consciously and turned to me. "... are you?"

A day ago I wouldn't have known how I would have reacted. Denise was a great girl, a kind person, and it felt somehow demeaning to reduce her to a possession. But this notion was only in her head because I had put it in there moments before Jordan entered the room. I had sent her the command that she belonged to me, not really thinking about what that meant. But it was just that. She belonged to me now, body and soul. Just like any other woman I wanted could.

"Yeah." I said. "I am. Denise is mine, and mine alone. Isn't that right?"

"Yes." Denise said, blissful of having been accepted by me.

"And you'll do as I say."

"Of course."

"Why don't you show Jordan you're serious? My cock's drying up. Come clean off the cum, would you?"

"Yes, Master." she said, smiling, with a soft and somewhat submissive tone. That word gave me the most sinister kick. I would never even have guessed.

She got on her knees in front of me and took my limp dick in her mouth, tenderly sucking and caressing it with her tongue. Jordan sat on the bed and watched.

"Holy shit." she said. "You're a sub!"

"And what about you?" I asked my little sister.

"Well, don't get me wrong. I'm down for fucking whenever you are. I'll drink your cum for breakfast. I'll take your cock whenever and wherever you want, but I don't think I'll be calling you goshujin-sama anytime soon.." my nerdy little cocksucker of a sister told me.

"Fair, enough." I said. "I did not get that reference, but I think I get your point."

I didn't need to make Jordan my slave too, I thought. She was willing to do it with me, and she was probably better off with a little spunk anyway. Besides, one obedient sex-slave should be enough for now.

I felt how my dick was getting harder, as Denise's tongue dutifully licked the dried cum off of it. I could get used to this.

"I love you, Master." she said, lovingly kissing the tip.

"I love you, too, Denise. My little slave."

As I woke up Monday morning, I dreamingly pictured how I could use my power for my personal gain. This wasn't just sensual mind control, yet I had so far primarily used it for sex. It dawned on me, as I went to work in the city, that I could use this to set myself up for life. I would never have to work again. My whole life could be traveling, painting what I wanted, eating good food and having sex with beautiful women. I felt something that I don't think any human being have ever truly felt, I realized that I could do absolutely anything with my life, unhindered.

But what about the women I had so far used my powers to influence? Denise was now practically my slave, and I had directly made it so that she wouldn't be satisfied with any other man again. I could only hope that I could release her from my previous suggestions and commands, as keeping her this way for the rest of our lives wouldn't be right. And, to be honest, I didn't think I would want to keep any single woman forever. Unless this power would someday disappear, I would still be able to score twenty-year olds at the age of 70.

I would release them, eventually. For now, though, I was going to enjoy the events to come to the fullest.

As I sat on the train on my way to work, I felt something that I thought I'd had the last of. The aching in my head returned. At first it was subtle, but before I could get at the station close to the publishing house, it felt as if though my head was to explode. It hadn't used my abilities since I ushered Jordan into my room the day before, that had been sometime between three and four pm. Now it was nine in the morning. I realized it was the longest I hadn't used my powers, or been away from someone that I had used it on. Whenever I sent a suggestion into a person, I felt somehow connected to them. I could sense them, and I became more aware of them. During the weekend the aching had always come around the times I had used my abilities. I didn't understand, did I need to relieve myself somehow? Did the ache appear if I didn't exercise my abilities? I felt the urge to send something – anything – into someone – anyone – right now. I looked around on the train, and to my shock, I saw standing at the end of the cart, Troy – my sister Hannah's is-he-isn't-he boyfriend.

I needed to let myself go, needed to let something in my head out. I stayed in my seat, but looked intently on Troy, waiting for him to casually look my way. He was dressed like some rich kid fuck boy, white shirt and beige khaki shorts, large rimmed sunglasses and a backwards baseball cap. His eyes met mine, for just a second, and I decided to humiliate this asshole who dared touch my little sister.

You're fucking incontinent

He looked up. He didn't notice me. Suddenly an embarrassed expression formed on his face, and a dark spot appeared on his crotch. People started staring, and his face turned a deep red. As the train stopped at the station before mine, he ran off, covering his crotch with his hands. But he couldn't run very well, because he was still peeing, and he was wearing fucking flip-flops.

My head immediately felt better..