The next morning, I woke up normally. To my surprise, Tyler didn't have anything he wanted me to to. He was just sitting on the couch, like normal.

"Master, where are mom and dad?"

"Still asleep, slave. But you know, today, I'm feeling nice. You have the day off. Go do whatever you do normally."

I nodded. "Thank you, master. Thank you so much!" I went back up to my room, and put on the smallest skirt I owned. It was much shorter than I remembered it to be, come to think of it. It barely covered my ass, but that was the idea. I texted Wes, and asked if his parents were home. He responded no, and asked if I wanted to come over. Jackpot. I quickly swallowed one of the birth control pills, and went down the stairs.

I practically ran to the door, when Tyler's voice stopped me. "One more thing, slave." I turned, and saw him holding a bag. I couldn't see the contents. "Before you go fuck Wes for God knows how long, give him this bag first." He held out the bag, which I took. I tried to peek inside, but Tyler slapped my hand away. "This bag is for Wes to open, not you. Got it?"

"Yes master."

And with that, I left to go visit my boyfriend. I couldn't help but notice all the people staring at me as I walked by. It was a very windy day, so I constantly had to hold down my skirt to prevent an 'accident.' But I had no way to hold down the back of my skirt. I was sure that my ass was on full view to all these people, so I decided to have a bit of fun. I tried to sway my hips as much as I could with each step. In minutes, I was at Wes' house. I knocked on the door, and he answered. "Hey, Avery."

"Hi Wes," I said. It was amazing how we could have already had sex twice, and it still be awkward for us to talk normally.

He invited me inside, and I handed him the bag. He took a peek inside, and his eyes got wide with excitement.

Ok, now I really wanted to know what was in that bag. I tried to look, but Wes snapped it shut. "How did your brother handle the news?"

"Pretty well. He's making me be his sex slave or else he'll tell mom and dad."

Wes nodded. "Did he make you have sex with him?"

I moved in close, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Let's not talk about Tyler anymore. Let's talk about you."

I kissed him, and he kissed me back. I sank to my knees, and unzipped the jeans of my beautiful boyfriend. His errect cock was more beautiful than I could imagine. I eagerly began bobbing my head, back and forth on his thick, delicious penis. I felt his hands on my head, and he began to move my head faster. God, this was amazing!

A few seconds later, Wes blew a hot and sticky load inside my mouth. I swallowed eagerly. I withdrew my head from the cock, and a bit of cum seeped out the tip. A quick lick, and it was gone.

"Now will you tell me what's in the bag?" I said, seductively.

"Instead of me telling you, why don't we use what's inside it."

I nodded, and stood. Wes began to unbutton my blouse, and it fell to the floor. A quick snap, and my bra joined it. I slid my panties down under my skirt, and was going to pull the skirt down when Wes shook his head. "Leave that on."

I nodded, and Wes began to strip as well. He reached over for the bag, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I looked at him in shock, and then excitement. The thought of being completely helpless was overwhelmingly erotic. Wes walked behind me, and snapped the cuffs to my wrists. My breasts were now being pushed out by my arms, and I couldn't move my arms at all. This was incredible.

Wes pulled the ball gag I had worn last night out of the bag, and strapped it to my head. Next came a thin rope. But this rope didn't look like a normal rope. This rope looked, softer for some reason. Wes led me over to his bedroom, and told me to lie down. I complied immediately. He put my legs in the same position I had been in the last time we fucked, and he tied them there. The rope really was softer. Wes pulled one last thing out of the bag, but hid it from my view.

He looked at me. "Tyler left a note in the bag saying you like it rough. Is that true?" I nodded, my pussy dripping with anticipation. Wes nodded. "Alright. Let me know if at any point you want to stop."'

I nodded, just wanting him to fuck me already. He thrust his cock deep into my wet, willing pussy, and I moaned into the gag. I was completely defenseless to protect from the ravaging that I was recieving, but that just made me even more turned on.

Wes leaned over, and picked up the thing that he had hid from me earlier. It was the same dildo that Chloe had fucked me with last night. He thrust it up my ass, to which I moaned and wriggled around in complete ecstasy. I had already orgasmed twice on Wes' thick, meaty cock, and I was nearing a third. Wes began to suck on my nipples, and that set me over the edge. I came fast, and I came hard. I realized that Wes and I were cumming in unison. I was panting, and so was he.

He untied me, pulled the monster dildo out of my ass, and I sat up. I was sweating, and my pussy was tingling from the aftermath of our fucking.

Wes and I were about to go get our clothes, when we realized we were covered in a sticky mixture of sweat and jizz.

I looked out Wes' window, and saw his pool. We looked at each other, and Wes picked me up bridal style. "Let's go for a dip, shall we, Avery?"

We began to kiss as Wes carried me out to his pool. He stopped suddenly. "Crap, my family's coming back soon. They won't care if we're in the pool, but if they see us naked, we're dead."

I tried to think of something, and then it came to me. "You can go get your bathing suit on. Don't you have your cousin staying with you for the summer?"

Wes put me down. "Yeah, but she's 8. There's no way her bathing suite will fit you."

I kissed him on the cheek. "Funny, I thought you would like the idea of me wearing a tight bikini."

Wes nodded, and ran off to get changed. I ran over to the spare room. Wes' cousin, Jamie, was a very girly-girl. I had met her a few times before, and from what I gathered, she loved swimming in the pool. I was just hoping that she owned a bikini.

Sure enough, I found one. It looked small, even for an eight year old. My nipples were practically visible before the suit got wet, and if I moved, you could see an outline of my pussy. The pink fabric of the bikini bottoms was beginning to become a different color as my pussy got wet again. This was going to be a fun swim!