The *69 Savior - An Erotic Tale...

The *69 Savior - An Erotic Tale...

"Damnit, damnit!" I whined aloud to myself seeing the steam pouring out from under the hood of my rental car. I looked down at the temperature gauge and saw that it was off the charts. "That's what I get for renting a Ford Taurus...FUCK! These new cars just can't handle highway speeds..." I was mumbling to myself as I raised the hood of the new white Taurus, forgetting that I'd had the accelerator all the way to the floor. The heat of a July sun beat down on my bare shoulders as I stood there, semi bent over, hands on the driver side fender. I kicked the tire brutally, then wished I hadn't. "Guess I shouldn't have worn these sandals." I reached through the window to grab my cell phone, exposing more of my ass to the elements as the denim mini I wore hiked up my thighs.

As I struggled to grasp the phone, my feet left the asphalt and I could feel the heat of the Baltimore sun warming my ass through my pink silk panties.

"Hey there...having some car trouble?" came a mocking voice from behind me.

Embarrassed, and turning as pink as the panties I wore, I eased my feet back onto the ground and turned to face the man leaning against the rear quarter of the Taurus. He was over six feet tall, wearing a pair of button fly Levis, a white tee shirt and a black fitted hat...

"Car trouble? Is that what you call this? Here I am, in 90 degree heat, with a BRAND new car, stranded along side I-95. What do YOU think?!?" I snapped.

"Well then," he laughed, "I guess you have it all figured out. Guess I'll just be on my way." He turned to leave then, and I could feel the anger rising inside me. As he turned, I could see he had probably the nicest ass I'd ever seen. And as I looked beyond him, expecting to see a beat to hell Chevy pick up, instead I saw a gorgeous black Ford Mustang, a GT500.

Reevaluating my situation, I called to him, "Wait! Wait, please...I'm sorry I was so rude, but it's... it's just," I gasped somewhat breathlessly, "just so hot, and I'm all by myself out here." I pushed up the strap of my tank and walked toward him. "Could you just give me a lift?"

"Where to?" he asked.

"I...I don't care - anywhere."

We flew down the interstate and the black leather beneath me, began to stick to my thighs. I arched my back and pulled my skirt up, allowing the rushing air from the window to cool me down. "By the way, my name is Sahai," I said.

The driver said nothing, but I could tell he could hardly keep his eyes on the road. When I saw a turn off ahead, I suggested he take it. We could cool off in the shade of the trees along side the road perhaps?

As he eased the car into the tall green grass beneath the trees, thunder crackled overhead and big heavy drops of rain began to fall. I got out of the car, imagining how wonderful the cool rain would feel on my hot sticky skin. I placed my hands on the hood of the car... the metal burned my hands. As the rain fell, the metal cooled down and I became even hotter. My black tank stuck to me, showing very clearly my hard nipples beneath the light cotton fabric.

By now, the mysterious savior had joined me in the rain. I turned and looked into his eyes hungrily, then placed my hands back on the hood of the car. He reached around me and unbuttoned the front of the skirt I wore, peeling it down my thighs and throwing it onto the roof of the car. Next, he pulled my wet top off...his eyes devoured my braless titties, nipples pink and hard, rain dripping of the erect nubs. He took the right nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily, pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. He continued his assault on my wet sensitive nipples, pushing me down on my back to the hood of the car. He pulled my panties off, leaving my bare pussy lips exposed to the pouring rain.

The heat of the engine radiated through the hood and mingled with the cool rain running down the crack of my ass. The savior lowered his head to my pussy, wet with my own juices as well as the rain. He drew the pink lips wide apart and thrust his tongue into my tight wetness, driving me insane. He nibbled on my clit and continued eating my pussy as the rain beat against the hot metal and my skin. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he began fingering me to ecstasy while sucking on my excited clit. I was moaning and crying out, begging him to let me cum when he pulled me off the hood and pushed me to my knees in the wet grass.

I quickly pulled the buttons on his jeans apart and pulled the pants down to his ankles. I licked my lips when I saw the huge bulge awaiting me inside his underwear. I peeled the wet briefs down to reveal 10 inches of hard, delicious dick. I took him into my mouth and drew him down into my throat. His dick was so huge, I almost gagged, but I had to have it, so I kept swallowing until his balls slapped my chin. I began to suck, gently at first, then harder, pressing him against the roof of my mouth. He took two fistfuls of my hair and began fucking my face. His balls brutally slapped my chin and I thought I would pass out from lack of air. My nose was buried deep in his trimmed pubic hair. I could feel his muscles tensing and prepared myself for his load.

All of a sudden, he pulled out of my mouth, pulling me to my feet and throwing me chest down onto the hood. The hot metal and cool rain sent shock waves through my body, as he pulled my legs far apart. He thrust into me brutally, holding me down with a hand in the small of my back. I slid up and down on the hood with each thrust, gliding on the wetness of the rain.

I could feel the heat building inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my skin. He was groaning raggedly, grunting deep in his throat. I could feel his dick twitching as it slid in and out of me, harder each time. Again, I braced myself to take his hot load of cum, when he withdrew, pulling me down into the soft wet grass with him. He flipped me around and buried his head in between my legs once again. I took his hard dick in between my lips, sucking the head, then licking down his shaft. We sucked and licked there in the cool wet grass until we filled one another's mouths with sweet cum. As we lay there in the afterglow, the rain receding to a drop here and there, both of us exhausted, I looked him in the eyes. "What year is your car?" I yawned.

He barely said "69" before he fell asleep.

Now, as I fly down the highway, the black leather seat sticking to my thighs, the accelerator to the floor, I smile and think to myself... "69...Figures!"

Don't Fuck With Gamma Nu! - An Erotic Mini-Series...

Don't Fuck With Gamma Nu! - An Erotic Mini-Series...

1
Kevin tried to open his eyes; they felt like ten pound weights were hanging from each lid. His tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of his mouth. He would kill for a drink, give just about anything to give his mouth some moisture. The dense pounding in his head was worse than any hangover he ever had. He had no idea how long he had been out, it felt like hours.

After great struggle, he was able to crack open one eyelid to take in his surroundings. He was in a windowless room with a hard-packed dirt floor, lashed to a bondage rack, clad in nothing but his boxers. They were his date underwear.

The last thing he could remember was pulling up to Shay's dorm, ready to put another notch in his belt. He got out of his car and set the remote alarm when things went dark. He could barely turn his neck to the left or the right so he fought to open his other eye. He blinked a couple of times and tried to adjust to the dark.

He heard a click to his left and saw the wall slide inwards. Three figures entered the room, single file, cloaked in dark robes.

"What the fuck?" He rasped, trying to force his tongue to move. None of the three replied, separating to opposites corners of the room. The tallest one stood next to a large table, covered in a white sheet. The second went to the adjacent wall, hitting a switch, flooding the room with harsh lighting, making Kevin shut his eye to mask the pain.

The last figure approached Kevin, standing directly in front of him. It was holding a riding crop in gloved hands, which it tapped lightly. The tender pop of leather on leather made Kevin very nervous. He tried to move away as it approached, but the straps that bonded him to the smooth wood held firm.

The figure dropped the crop to the side and removed the hood. Kevin's eyes widened, a sheet of cold sweat washing over him.

"Oh shit…"

2
He thought back to three weeks before that very night. A light wind blew through the campus, carrying the faint sounds of lovemaking throughout the evening air. The sounds escaped from a second story window of the Gamma Nu Sorority house. Upon closer examination, the sound was not lovemaking, but frenzied fucking. Inside, a young coed was crushed deep into her mattress, neck shoved against her headboard and limbs askew. On top of her was a muscular man, pounding his pelvis as deep as he could; one hand pressed tightly against her breast, the other gripping her calf and pushing it back as far as it could go till her toes were touching the wall overhead.

"Shit, Kevin," squealed the coed. "Ease up a minute."

"Shut the fuck up, I'm almost there."

Kevin kept up his rigorous sexual workout, bed frame groaning under the strain. The cooling wind from the open window did nothing to dissipate the stream of sweat running off of him. He shook his head to keep it out of his eyes, grunted in time with the banging headboard. The female moaned under the strain of her forced contortions and his rough grip, not to mention the stabbing pain from his urgent thrusts. Just as the twinge in her thigh marked the beginning of a cramp, he released his grip and pulled out.

She felt the relief of relaxed limbs before she was barraged with bullets of cum, splattering her face and hair. Kevin groaned as he tugged the remaining seed out of his dick before collapsing on the bed next to her in a panting lump. Shock was quickly replaced by anger as hot semen dripped off her nose and trailed across her lips.

"STUPID BASTARD!" She screamed at him as she disengaged herself from the tangled sheets and jetted across the room to the bathroom she shared with her absent roommate.

Kevin chuckled, wagging his softening dick back and forth with his hand before wiping the sticky member clean with her bed sheets. A mix of sweat, blood (from a torn hymen), and pussy juice stained the cotton. Rolling off the bed, he began to get dressed. The deed was done; another notch on his sex belt marked with pride. He looked around for his lucky drawers, a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that he wore the first time he fucked the head cheerleader back in high school. He was fastening the buckle on his belt when the door to the bathroom opened. His date came out, fastening her robe, a towel wrapped around her hair. She stared daggers at him, but he just smiled.

"If I wanted to be fucked by a horse, I would have called Mr. Ed!" She glowered at his casual demeanor. This wasn't the same man that surprised her with flowers in class, left love notes on her car, and treated her to a night on the town less than two hours ago.

"Shit, Jessica…" drawled Kevin. "I didn't know you sorority chicks were into that sort of shit! Maybe next time, witcha freak ass." He laughed at his joke, stroking himself nonchalantly through his pants before buttoning his shirt.

"Nigga fuck you!"

"Ah, we just did that." He slipped into his loafers and eased around her to make his exit. Jessica could only glare as he opened the door to her room and left without another glance. She was steaming, mostly pissed at herself for being duped by his suave demeanor and empty words. It wasn't the first time he pulled this stunt, but she refused to believe the rumors around campus. After locking the door behind her, she stripped the soiled sheets off the bed.

The roar of a Mazda 3 in the driveway announced his departure. She scooped up the bottle of perfume that he brought for her and ran to the window, chucking it at the departing vehicle. The glass shattered on the gravel, missing his car completely. Kevin beeped the horn, waving bye as he sped down the driveway.

Jessica slammed the window and returned to the bed. She picked up her cell phone and punched a few keys. After a couple of rings, someone picked up the line.

"Hey girl, I fucked up bad."

She related the story to the person on the phone; hot tears began to spill down her face. She listened intently for a minute, a sneer slowly replacing the scowl. By the end of the conversation, she had a grin dripping with evil.

"That's why you're my girl," Jessica laughed. "I'll tell the others and get back with you."

3
Later that night, three members of Gamma Nu gathered in the basement of the sorority house. There was Jessica, a bronze beauty that favored Beyoncé but had much larger breasts; Kevin's latest victim. In the overstuffed chair, still dressed in her party clothes sat Selina. Her line name was Glamazon, because of her large frame and muscular build. She was the only girl on the collegiate wrestling team but had the looks to land her a small modeling contract during semester breaks.

The last girl standing by the bar, hair pulled back in a ponytail, tugging at her rumbled pajamas while she mixed a drink was Felicia. Her rimless glasses pushed back on her head as she mixed herself a late night cocktail. Felicia was the most plain of the trio and although she spent more time in the books instead of the mirror, she had a hidden beauty that few ever saw.

"Thanks for meeting me y’all," said Jessica, fidgeting like her bladder was full.

"The club was dead anyway girl." Selina crossed her long legs, picking at a strand of thread on her dress.

"Couldn't it wait till breakfast?" Felicia slurped the overflow from the highball glass before adding a couple of maraschino cherries.

"Time is of the essence on this one." She didn't know how to drop the news to her sisters; they would freak out when they find out what occurred only a few hours ago.

“Well, tonight..." She was interrupted by a tapping on the basement door. Everybody looked in the direction of the knocking, counting the taps to indicate the secret signal. After seven taps followed by two long knocks, Jessica strode over to open the door. In strolled a thin boy, dressed in purple slacks and matching sport jacket with a scarf wrapped around his neck almost trailing to the floor.

"Hey Babies," squealed the flamboyant guest, doing a pirouette to show off his wardrobe.

"Luscious!" the girls shouted in glee. Luscious was their unofficial sorority “sister.” The gay male loved the Gamma Nus, couldn't pledge because of regulations but was embraced nonetheless. He was always over to the house, cooking scrumptious meals, dishing the dirt on fellow coeds, helping coordinate and plan events and using them for models when he designed his over the top fashion designs.

After a minute of hugging and pleasantries, they got down to business. Jessica repeated the events that she relayed to Luscious earlier. Selina uncrossed her legs and stood up. She strode over to Jessica, towering over her by a couple of inches.

"What did I tell you about Kevin?" She hissed through the teeth. "You get the highest grades every semester, but you're too stupid to stay away from that son of a bitch? I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND! WE WARNED YOU!"

"Not you," chimed in Felicia slamming down her drink. "I thought he was never to darken this threshold again."

Luscious stepped between Jessica and Selina, putting a reassuring hand on their shoulders. "Now, babies...What's done is done, but I have a plan to end this once and for all.

The one thing that everybody in the room had in common was humiliation at the hands of Kevin. Felicia was swayed by the only guy that would talk to her freshman year. She never wore make-up, dressed down and kept to herself. Kevin was nice to her, always walking her from biology class. They dated for a brief period, going to movies and romantic dinners.

When she gave herself to him the last night of the semester, he became a beast. He fucked her on the cold metal bleachers of the football stadium, leaving his signature all over her new red blouse, and then refused to give her a ride back across campus. She walked home in a cum-stained top; his mark visible to all parties hanging out in front of the dorm. He stopped taking her phone calls, pretending she didn't exist. There was nothing she could do about it.

Luscious, (who's real name is Leroy) was a quiet boy on the third floor of the freshman dorm who became a youtube sensation overnight due to a snooping Kevin and his new camera phone. A perfect rendition of him singing Dreamgirls in the shower made him the laughing stock of the third floor, confirming what everyone speculated about his sexual orientation. A public outing on campus reached his small hometown, resulting in the abolishment of his full scholarship from his family's church. Luscious hoped for the day that Kevin got his just due.

Selina didn't fall for the charms of Kevin; her younger sister Serena did. At a fraternity party Kevin tricked the poor girl into having sex with him…without informing her of the camera recording them or the fact that it was being broadcast to the attendees of the party. With over 50 independent witnesses confirming it was a consensual event and Kevin denying knowledge of the camera’s presence, Kevin once again avoided trouble and Selina’s sister left school shamed. So the entire quartet had retribution in store for Kevin.

Luscious licked his lips. "What EXACTLY does he have that gets you girls all hot in the vajayjay?" His eyes cast a faraway look. "I'd like to see for myself; I deserve that much at least."

Selina shoved him on the shoulder. "Stop getting hot and bothered. What are we going to do about this motherfucker?"

"Bring me a Cosmo and gather round, children." Clapping his hands together, he placed himself in the chair that was vacated by Selina, unwrapped his extra long scarf and got comfortable. Felicia mixed a fresh drink for her companion and the rest pulled some chairs together to listen to him hatch his scheme. Three hours later as the sun began to rise the house above them began to stir with life. Luscious took his leave and the female trio retired to their rooms with revenge cooling on their minds.

4
Meanwhile, Kevin was having one of his narcissistic episodes. He stood in front the mirror after having gotten out the shower, dripping water on the tile floor as his towel hung limply by his side. He couldn't help grinning as he admired his Bowflex rock hard abs, flawless chocolate skin, and movie star good looks. He wiped away a bead of water from his brow, smoothing a hand over his trimmed goatee, staring as if seeing himself for the first time.

He dropped the towel from his left hand and picked up his flaccid dick. He hefted it, studying it like it was fresh picked produce. Even in its limp state, it was something to admire. Almost nine inches with the impressive girth of a porn star, tapered with a swollen head.

He knew he had something special when he exposed himself during a gym class back in high school. The looks and gasps from his classmates solidified what he assumed; he wielded the Excalibur of dicks. He's never disappointed when those black boxers were pulled down. He would hear the gasp of breath, see the widened eyes, the unconscious swallow of apprehension; he’d know right then and there that it would be all downhill for her after him. He was taught in the art of "laying pipe" by his favorite uncle.

"You gotta show those bitches what you're made of," his mentor would school him between gulps of whiskey and drags of menthol. "They scream cuz they can't believe how good you fuckin' em!"

He made it a rule to only deal with virgin pussy. He dealt with a case of syphilis back in his rookie days, vowed never to play with “used pussy” after that. He kept that promise, hunting down only the inexperienced and naive during his quests. He hated condoms, they hindered the sensation. He only had three “accidents” so far, but as long as his father's checkbook was fat, he didn't worry about his bastard children.

"They love it." Kevin thought as he began to apply moisturizer to his chest and arms. He squirted out an extra dollop before painstakingly applying the white cream to his dick. He felt himself harden and willed it away.

"Down, Showtime," He chuckled. "No leading ladies for you to perform for right now."

A banging on the door interrupted his vanity session. It was one his countless fraternity brothers begging to unload some greasy leftovers and beer. He quickly finished before wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the door. Letting his brother in, he whistled a tune as he sauntered down the hall towards his room.

His Blackberry hummed on the nightstand as he closed the door. He read the name on the faceplate; Shay. She was ranked pretty high of his soon to be conquests, a runners body with a pair of titties that screamed for release from those colorful sports bras she wore around the gym. He let it go to voice mail, wiping the excess moisture from his face and got ready for bed. No need to gorge, he had the rest of the semester to satisfy his sexual quota.

5
Three weeks later, Kevin was putting the final touches on his appearance before preparing for battle. He decided that Shay was ripe enough for the dicking, plus he noticed the starting quarterback with an open nose, hanging outside her dorm. Shaking out the collar of his coat, he left the house and strolled to his ride with a spring in his step and an itching in his groin. He maneuvered his four-wheeled chariot carefully through campus, the Halloween festivities in full swing. Some of the dorms sponsored a trick or treat for younger kids; the streets overrun with youngsters dressed in all kinds of costumes. What would have normally took about five minutes, took twenty. Kevin got antsy as he got caught at just about every crosswalk.

Finally, he pulled up to Shay's dorm. Parking was ridiculous and he was forced to go to the back to find a spot. Getting out of the car, he popped an Altoid and checked his image for the umpteenth time. As he was standing up, he felt a crushing weight against the nape of his neck and everything suddenly went black.

6
When he came to, he was in the dirt dungeon, staring in horror at a scowling Jessica. To her right stood Felicia, a black medical bag clutched in her hands. Selina stood on the left, wielding a Barry Bonds edition ash bat, next to the table covered with a white sheet and a camcorder on a tripod.

"Oh shit?" quipped Jessica. "What, were you expecting someone else?" She took the riding crop and traced a circle around his nipple, tapping lightly on it to make it rise. "How many women have you fucked and left in the exhaust of your pussy mobile?"

"Hey, whatever misunderstanding we had...” he searched for the words to make things right, but couldn't get his brain to function.

"Boo, what we had…," Jessica moved closer, drawing the crop across his dry lips. "Was no misunderstanding."

She turned to a cloaked Felicia, snapping her fingers to snap her out of a daze. Felicia fumbled with the bag, setting it on the floor and rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. Producing a hypodermic needle, alcohol swab, and a brown vial, she approached Kevin who began to struggle even more.

The door slid open again and another person scurried into the room.

"I know you aren't starting without me," lisped the hooded figure.

"No, ma'am," replied Felicia. "Just prepping the patient."

"Patient?" Kevin jerked around but the bonds held firm. "What the fuck is going on here?"

Felicia didn't answer him, instead slapped on his forearm, looking for a vein.

"Shouldn't you tie him off first?" asked Jessica.

"Oh fuck…you RIGHT!" Felicia reached under her robe and pulled out some surgical tubing, handing it to her cohort who quickly wrapped it around his elbow.

Quickly, a vein popped up and Felicia continued, injecting the syringe in the bottle, drawing a small amount. She wiped his arm with the swab and before he could protest jabbed the amber liquid into his vein.

Kevin groaned, not from the pain, but from the apprehension of what would happen next. He didn't know if he was poisoned, drugged, or both, but the increasing warmth in his arm scared the shit out of him, his lucky boxers soaking with his own urine.

Felicia pulled out a tape recorder and a stethoscope. As she measured his heartbeat, she began to speak.

"10:15. Subjects heartbeat strong, pupils still normal." She turned to the rest of the group. "We have about five minutes."

"Perfect," said Selina as she made sure the camcorder was functioning properly. "More than enough time to explain."

7
Kevin eyes darted back and forth the room and the people surrounding him. Other than Jessica, none of the others revealed themselves, but it was obvious who they were. He fucked a multitude of girls since arriving here, too many to remember and now HE was about to get fucked severely. It appeared Karma finally caught up to him.

Jessica stepped forward again with the riding crop.

"Kevin, you have a gift," she ran the leather fob over the outline of his groin. "But, you have no idea how to use it."

"Please." He begged before she shut him up with a smack on the mouth.

"In your famous words, 'Shut the fuck up, I'm almost there.'" She continued. "You, like to fuck. You enjoy it, as long as you can get your nut off. You have no idea how many women you have hurt. While you may not have raped us, you did abuse us." She began tapping the crop against his thickening member. "You didn't just break our hymens; you broke our hearts along with them."

Kevin felt the warmth spread throughout his body, centering on his dick as if someone laced his groin with icy-hot. He began to squirm, pushing his pelvis away from the board.

"Oh my," drawled Luscious from the background. Everyone, including Kevin followed the sound of his voice and then his masked stare to see what made him speak up. Five pairs of eyes looked down at Kevin's crotch, the head of his dick protruding from the waistband of his boxers. The room fell silent except for the panicked breathing of their captor. Kevin felt nothing but heat as he hardened before their very eyes. He had no control over it, could only watch with the rest as his dick throbbed and hardened against the constricting material.

Felicia checked her watch and breathed into the recorder. "10:19. Subject fully engorged. Automated gestures starting."

"What did you stick me with?"

"My thesis, my dear." Felicia began to explain. "It's a beta compound that I've been testing out, sorta like Viagra, but a much bigger beast." She laughed. "To even compare it to the thrill pill is an insult. In fact, I gave my cousin Paula a prototype of the drug to test on women...turned them into brain dead nymphos once they got worked up. And YOU have the honor of being the first male specimen...you should be proud."

Kevin began to hump the air, like a male dog without a partner. He desperately wanted to fuck…something…anything. His brain was telling him the only way to ease the intense burning was to stick his dick into something.

"See," Jessica took the lead again."We figured since you like to fuck, we'd let you." She jerked his underwear down, letting his throbbing dick bob free. "Only thing is, it won't be us this time."

Kevin was barely hearing her words now, thrusting at nothing.

Luscious couldn't contain himself any longer, finally pushing past Jessica and grabbing a handful of swelling penis.

"Girl, this is should be in a museum," he chirped as he ran his hands back and forth over the girth. "Or on my dresser!"

Kevin pushed against the manicured hands, drool forming at his lips as he felt the soft fingers squeezing around him. Luscious pulled out his iPhone and took a snapshot as a keepsake.

"Fuck that! We here to handle business!" Jessica pulled him back and beckoned Selina. Together they went behind Kevin and loosened the straps so he could put his hands down to his sides. He grabbed himself at once, jerking and tugging on his dick with both hands. He was no longer in his right mind. He didn’t bother even fighting his bonds. His thirst for release had consumed him. He reached out for Selina, grabbing a breast as she skirted by out of his reach again.

She went to the table, flipping the sheet back to reveal an array of items. Picking over them with care like a budget consumer, she finally chose her first item. Kevin was still tugging at himself, grunting, but feeling no reprieve. When he looked up, Selina was holding a large watermelon in her hands. He saw pussy. His eyes said watermelon, his brain told him vagina.

She dropped it into his outstretched hands and they watched him attack. He dug at the rind with his fingers, tearing at it until the red center was revealed which he promptly plunged his dick into. He pumped furiously away at the oblong fruit, juice running down the sides, seeds and red bits splattering against his thighs as he fucked away.

8
The group watched in amazement as Kevin fucked the fruit into pieces. The watermelon split into two hunks, falling away to the ground. He reached for it, but was out of reach, the straps not giving too much. He went back to using his hands, sticky with watermelon residue.

"That...was different." said Felicia. She put the tape recorder to her mouth but couldn't find the words to describe what just transpired.

Luscious licked his lips and mumbled, "What a waste of good dick."

"What a waste, period," spat Jessica. "I wonder what else he will fuck."

She moved over to the table, and after a few seconds picked up an item. She returned with a wheel of Swiss cheese and watched in both humor and amazement as he pounded away at it.

For the next hour, the items on the table disappeared. They went through all the basic food groups, watched in muted awe as he mangled anything put in front of him. If it had a hole, he plowed right through it. As much as he fucked, Kevin couldn't relieve the burning. Everything was a wet slit, begging for penetration. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't reach that feeling that once encompassed him.

"He hasn't cum yet, why is that exactly?" asked Selina.

"The drug inhibits ejaculation." replied Felicia as she scribbled notes down in her journal. "It started out as a male form of birth control, but impotency was the endgame." She looked up at the group, who was watching the action with apt attention. "So, I had to create a stimulant to produce a heightened libido, but I had no test subject, until now."

"How long will he go?" asked Jessica.

"That," Felicia looked back down at her notes, "Has yet to be determined."

Kevin paid none of them attention as he kept fucking. He heard the voices, but couldn't make out the words. All he wanted to do was cum. His thighs shuddered with exhaustion, cramps riding up and down his legs as he kept up the frenzied pace. He no longer sweating, slowly dehydrating in the musky room. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. He felt the urge to blow, but every time he felt the crest of an orgasm, it subsided and he had to keep going. A spasm in his lower back caused him to howl in pain, scaring the others in the room. He still just couldn't stop. The bag of recently cooked pasta began to spill, wet noodles falling around his feet.

"Kevin," Jessica called out to him. He paid her no mind as he struggled to keep the Ziploc of spaghetti intact. She lashed the riding crop across his face, but got no reaction. He was gone.

"Time for our exit plan," remarked Selina with an exasperated yawn. The table next to her was bare, sans two items. As the others began to pack up, making sure to leave nothing behind, she stared at the humping figure. She felt a tiny pang of remorse for the bucking creature, but the look on her sister's face that fateful weekend clarified why they were doing this.

When everything was removed from the room, they tossed him a cantaloupe, this time Selina was kind enough to make a hole for him. “Oh, Kevin,” Selina said pulling his hair to make him look up at her. “I was sure to get this entire thing on videotape. I know how much you like that. We’re gonna show everybody and you’re gonna be the laughingstock of the school for once. You’ll never hurt another girl again. And by the way…Serena sends her regards!” As Kevin continued his activity without missing a beat, Selina gathered the tripod, camcorder and bat she knocked him out with earlier and left. Jessica crept around the back of the rack and prepared the straps for his release. She cut enough of the leather that a few good tugs would break them. She then joined the others at the door right as he finished off the last of the fruit. He started searching for his next "conquest", lips caked white from exhaustion, eyes darting around the room.

When he saw the Jack-o-Lantern filled with crushed glass and honey (Felicia’s idea), he grabbed it with no hesitation. He shoved in with full force, gasping as the minuscule shards dug into his flesh. He began to speed up, desperate for release, the strap began to give and he fell to his knees, dick still impaled inside the pumpkin. He began to bleed from the tiny cuts but didn't stop, feeling the familiar rise again.

As soon as it subsided, he threw it at the wall in frustration, immediately sorry that he did. He scanned the room for another “pussy”, finding none, scrambled to his feet and staggered to the open doorway which the foursome left open on purpose.

9
Two sheriff's deputies found a naked Kevin in a field, miles from the university. They stared in disbelief at the man, frothing at the mouth trying to chase down a herd of horses. Only when he succeeded in mounting one, did the lawmen spring into action. Grabbing Kevin by the elbows, they pulled him off the shrieking animal and then had to fight tooth and nail to restrain him as he turned his lust onto them. A couple of well-placed tasers subdued him enough to place on the handcuffs, but once they got him to the car, he renewed his humping with vigor, finding the crack in the backseat sufficient.

They took him straight to the emergency room, where the doctors had a hell of a time trying to find out what was wrong. Felicia did an excellent job on the masking agent as his toxin screen came up negative. They had no idea who he was as he wouldn't talk, just grunt and moan. He never was fingerprinted before, so there was nothing to identify him except his dental records. They sedated him and prepped him for surgery to remove glass and other objects from under the skin of his still erect penis. A chemical castration was administered after a couple of hours to prevent amputation, but he kept thrusting anyway.

It was a week later, when Kevin was identified. He had been under heavy sedation, strapped down to the bed after trying to fuck the surgeon and two recovery nurses. His father claimed him, whisking him off to a private clinic in New York, threatening lawsuits all the way out the door. Even in his unconscious and impotent state, his pelvis jerked slightly.

Rumors flew around school like the autumn leaves after an edited version of the video showing Kevin simulating sex with foods surfaced on the internet. Numerous jokes and theories about what may have happened to Kevin circulated. Shay was even interviewed by campus authorities, but her roommate confirmed the fact he never showed up for their date.

10
Back in the basement of the Gamma Nu house, Selina, Jessica, and Luscious sat around the bar while Felicia made drinks. Pushing glasses in front of each one of them before taking her own and raising it, she made a toast.

"To sweet revenge; even when it’s served lukewarm, it's still delicious."

Everyone clinked glasses and swallowed their mixed drinks.

"Do you think he'll ever come to?" asked Jessica.

"I don't care." answered Selina, pouring more alcohol into her glass.

Felicia pulled her notes from her bag, flipping through a page or two, before answering.

"Think of his brain like a beach." She took a sip from her glass. "Right now, it’s in the middle of a tsunami and when it's over, it'll be a miracle if he can even blink without wanting sex.

"I'm scared of you, girl." said Luscious, pointing a pinkie in her direction.

Selina stood up, glass half full. "I have another toast y’all."

The group joined her, glasses raised in a semi-circle.

"A Warning To ALL Men: Don't fuck with the Virgins or the Gays!" she screamed while the others erupted in laughter.

Luscious cleared his throat and began to correct her. "I think you meant...'Don't fuck with Gamma Nu!'"

As they nodded in agreement, they all shouted "DON'T FUCK WITH GAMMA NU!" and brought their celebratory glasses together in victory.

Trick AND Treat - An Erotic Tale...

Trick AND Treat - An Erotic Tale...

Angie loved her new home and her new life in suburbia. She lived in a beautiful house, with many rooms, a pool, and both a front and back yard. So why was she so miserable today? Well, it had something to do with Halloween. More specifically, being alone on Halloween.

Angie and Derek bought their dream house a few months ago, after Derek made partner at his law firm. The only drawback was that he worked many nights, many long hours. Sure, making seven figures by the age of thirty-five was huge, but Derek was hardly home anymore. Even on their first Halloween in the new house, Angie was spending the night alone...and she wasn't happy about it.

The neighborhood trick-or-treaters were long gone. It was approaching ten o'clock and no one had been by the house for half an hour. There wasn't much candy left in the oversized pumpkin beside the front door. Angie was going to help herself to what was left while watching television. She had hoped to be awake by the time Derek came home. She didn't know what time that would be and she was completely wiped out. She sat on the couch, remote in one hand and a fistful of candy corn in the other.

The doorbell rang and Angie ignored it. It rang again. Angie ignored it again. The ringing stopped for about a minute. Good, they finally got the message, she thought. The bell rang yet again. Angie looked towards the front door and saw nothing. Again, it rang.

"No more candy! Sorry!"

Everything got quiet again. Angie even muted the television to make sure that no one was at the front door. The bell rang again. This time it startled Angie. For the first time, she was afraid.

"Don't have anything left! Try next door!" She listened closely. Waited. Nothing.

Then the bell rang again. Angie went from afraid to terrified to plain old pissed off in about two seconds. She was confused, not knowing how to feel or what to think. She stood by the front door. She saw the knob turn, the door being pushed, but not opening. Her jaw hung open, Angie's feet felt like they were cemented into the floor.

"Oh shit," she said to no one in particular. Then the bell rang again. Angie let out a gasp. She tip-toed away from the door, as the knob-turning, door-pushing, and bell-ringing continued in concert, growing louder by the second.

Angie let out a shriek and ran toward the back of the house, hoping to get to the back door. She was tackled from behind as a black leather glove covered her mouth. The other hand pinned her to the floor. A menacing voice growled at her. "Make another noise and I'm gonna kill you." Angie turned her head to see who it was, but couldn't tell. The assailant wore a bloody ghost mask, perfect for Halloween. She wanted to scream at that very moment, but Angie held it in, although she couldn't stop shaking.

"Let's go...and don't you make a fucking sound." The masked man helped Angie to her feet. He grabbed her by the arm and forced her toward the bedroom. Angie didn't know why they were going to the bedroom, but went without protest.

The short walk gave Angie time to think. She wished Derek would come home right now and save her. She also wished they had a better lock on the door. Did the masked man break the door open? She wasn't sure. She hadn't been looking. She was too busy trying to escape the back way.

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Lie down on your back."

"What? Take off my clothes? Why..."

"Bitch, take your fucking clothes off now! NOW GODDAMMIT!"

The intruder pulled a piece of rope from his back pocket. "You ever been fucked tied up before?"

Angie looked into the eyes of the stranger and shook her head no as she slowly peeled off her clothes. First she took off her red satin robe. Then she kicked off her slippers. She stood in the bedroom shaking in nothing but a purple lace teddy.

The masked man looked her body over slowly. Angie stood at five foot five, about a hundred and twenty pounds. She had long thin legs that ran up to her curvy hips, which helped accentuate a beautiful ass that Derek simply couldn't get enough of. He constantly told her how phat and juicy she was, especially when referring to her titties and ass.

"Don't stop now! Keep going! Take ALL them fucking clothes off!," ordered the intruder, in his low-growl pitch.

Angie pulled the teddy over her head, revealing her naked form. She had 36C breasts, topped off by soft, brown nipples. The mound of hair between her legs was reduced just this morning to nothing more than a few wisps of hair. It was supposed to be a Halloween surprise for Derek. She imagined him coming in the door and while she yelled "Trick or treat!" from the bedroom, with her legs spread open. Her succulent pussy would be his treat, as long as he promised to perform his tricks for her. She especially liked the trick he did with his tongue - licking her until she felt faint, sometimes even passing out. Oh, she wished Derek were here now, instead of this sick, perverted son-of-a-bi...

"I said get on the bed! Now!"

Angie did as she was told. The bloody ghost took the rope and tied Angie's wrist together, over her head. He slowly ran his hands over her naked body, fingertips gently scraping her soft skin. Beginning with her neck, his fingers traveled down over the peeks of her nipples, through the light patch of pussy hair, and then down one leg.

"You ready to get fucked?" He whispered in her ear. Then he walked to the light switch. "I hope you are...cause I'ma wear that pussy out REAL good before I kill you!"

The lights went off. The room was pitch black. Angie heard rustling. She strained to see what was going on. The intruder took off his mask, then his clothes. They were now both naked on Angie's bed.

The mystery man licked the inside of Angie's thigh's gently, just using the very tip of his tongue. It tickled her, in fact, she even giggled. But playtime was over quickly when he reached the folds of her vagina. He stopped to take in her aroma before sucking her slowly. Angie immediately became wet, as her pussy opened for her mystery lover, who worked his tongue inside her. He lapped up all the juice he could, before licking his way up to her clit. Once there, Angie let out a sigh that was more like a scream. It felt so damn good to get licked in such an expert fashion. She let herself go for the first time this evening and it was exactly what she needed.

Angie's first orgasm came with great force. Having her wrists tied together made the sensation that much more intense. She bucked and kicked, as her orgasm rippled its way up from her pussy, until she screamed out loud. This, as it happened, made her mystery lover even more excited.

He grabbed her legs and rested them on his shoulders, as he lined his dick up with her wet opening. He plunged hard and deep into Angie, igniting the fire that burned deep inside her. She gasped for air, as her lover pounded away at her pussy with great force. She loved the rude fucking he was giving her, as he jack-hammered away. She felt as though her hips would break, or perhaps she would split into two, but enjoyed the rough fuck she was getting.

This went on for a few minutes before her lover started grunting like a wild animal. He slowed down his pace, but only because his own orgasm was building. Angie lost count of how many times she must have come, but no longer cared. She had been properly fucked and was now ready for her reward.

A few more primal grunts and howls from her mysterious lover gave way to Angie's treat. With her legs wrapped around his waist, her mysterious lover shot his load deep inside her, coating her womb. He gave her three or four big blasts of his love juice, until he let himself empty out slowly, holding onto her tightly. He collapsed on the bed, right near her feet, panting loudly. Angie, her pussy filled with a mysterious lover's potion, slowly captured her breath.

Reality settled back into Angie's mind. She had just been fucked by someone who tied her up, against her will. Not only that, he was still in her house, in her room, and on her bed. Who was it? Who would do such a thing? Why...

The man got up, legs a little wobbly, and walked over to the light switch. Angie tried again to see who it was, but it was just too dark to see anything. All she knew by this point was much as she hated to admit it, she had probably the best sex of her life. Now she only hoped that it wasn't the last sex of her life.

Just as she was about to scream for help, the light in the bedroom came on. Angie was temporarily blinded. Slowly her eyes adjusted, though still blurry, she looked at her mysterious rapist in shock and surprise.

"Derek?!?"

"Happy Halloween! One question babe, was "he" better than me?"

Angie just laughed out loud uncontrollably as she laid back onto the bed. That night she got both her Trick and her Treat!

Mouth ALMIGHTY - An Erotic Tale...

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The Auction [Part 1] - An Erotic Tale...

The Auction [Part 1] - An Erotic Tale...

Tony was nervous as he stood in the wings of the stage waiting to go out in front of the crowd. The announcer was telling the crowd the rules for bidding on the eligible bachelors who had agreed to let themselves be auctioned to the highest bidder. There were nine other men along with Tony who stood listening to the announcer. Tony didn't know any of the other men but he struck up a casual conversation with some of them. Looking at the other men, Tony began to feel a bit inadequate as his own fears surfaced. "What if I'm not good enough for the lucky lady or what if Lexy or Tamia get their hands on me?" he thought as they waited for the announcer to introduce them. Tony thought back to that fateful phone call a month ago from Monica, the organizer of tonight's festivities.

Tony was at work when the phone call came. "Hey Tony, this is Monica with the Helping Hand Club and we are holding a special event to raise money for our clubs community service programs. We were wondering if you would be so kind as to help us out this year in a special way."

"What is you want me to do to help your club?" Tony said thinking they wanted money from him or his company.

"Well we are having a special bachelor auction after the main dinner and program is over. Your name was given to us by someone who thought you'd like to do this valuable service for our community." Monica listened to the dead silence on the other end of the phone as she waited for Tony's response. Monica continued, hoping to convince Tony to accept her offer. "Before you answer, let me explain the details and how the auction works. She spent the next few minutes explaining the function of the club and the many community services they performed. One of the women in the group came up with the idea and after much discussion they decided to give it a try. She went on to explain that the festivities were to be held in a hotel downtown.

Tony had many questions about the highest bidder's expectations from the auction. "What exactly would be required of me after the auction was over?" he asked. "Would I be required to be her escort for the evening or take her out on a date?" "That is completely up to you Tony." Monica answered.

"I will tell you that we've reserved and paid for a room for each of the bachelors so they don't have to worry about going home that night. You may choose to stay by yourself or if you and your bidder hit it off...Well, you know what I mean!" she said letting her final words sink into his brain. "Let me think about it Monica and call you back." Tony said still stunned about her request.

Tony mulled over the pros and cons of Monica's request for a few days before finally deciding to accept her offer. "What the hell it's for a good cause!" he thought to himself as he picked up the phone to call Monica about his decision. Monica told him how happy she was of his decision and told him he would not regret his decision to help their club.

When he arrived at the hotel, Monica introduced him to a number of different people associated with the organization. Tony noticed a few of the women staring at him as he conversed with different people. They knew he and the other bachelors were on the auction block and they were looking over their potential purchase. A dark haired woman in a red tightly fitted dress, which complimented her ample backside, grabbed his ass as she walked past and winked at him as she purred "Mmmm. Nice and tight. I bet a Hot Caramel Daddy like you will go for a lot." He watched her walk back to her two friends, whisper something in their ears, as the three of them started to giggle like schoolgirls. He began to feel rather uncomfortable when it hit him that he was on display. He felt like he had made a mistake and was thinking of withdrawing when Monica introduced him to Lexy. She told Tony that Lexy was the vice president and was the one responsible for all the evening's festivities details.

Lexy looked at Tony and was glad he had accepted their invitation to be auctioned off. Ever since she saw his photo come across her desk, she knew she wanted to meet him. She thought to herself that he looked much more distinguished in person than he did in the photo. Standing before her in his tuxedo, she admired the black hair and muscular facial expression that gave him a distinct look. She felt a shiver run through her body as she silently looked him up and down, wondering what he looked like without his clothes.

Tony noticed her eyes move up and down his body as he also took in her body as well. Her dark blue dress with spaghetti straps holding it up brought out her soft facial features and her bodily curves. His eyes stopped at her exposed cleavage, watching the creamy chocolate skin rise and fall gently as she breathed. He noticed the sapphire necklace lying on her soft skin just above her cleavage matched the earrings in her ears. He wondered what her breasts looked like if they were exposed to his touching and kissing. A stirring in his dick further excited his thoughts as he looked her up and down. Their eyes met and they felt an awkward silence between them when they both sensed what the other was thinking.

The announcement for dinner interrupted their awkwardness and gave them both a sense of relief. Lexy took Tony by the arm and informed him that he was to be seated at her table. She explained that all the gentlemen to be auctioned off had an escort for dinner and she had chosen him. Tony felt her breast rub against his arm as she held him close to her. He felt his dick stir again as they walked to the table. Lexy had grabbed onto his arm and pulled his arm tight against her, wanting him to feel her breast against him. She purposely kept her arm tightly interlocked with his as they walked to their table feeling her juices start to dampen her panties.

Tony was surprised to find the dark haired woman who had grabbed his ass sitting in the seat next to his. She smiled broadly when Tony sat down and introduced herself as Tamia, a good friend of Lexy's. Tony sensed there was a competition between the two friends as the dinner began.

Throughout dinner, Tony felt their hands on his thighs, gently rubbing and squeezing. At one point, their hands touched each other and their eyes glared at each other across Tony. Lexy leaned over and whispered to Tony, "Don't worry about Tamia...she is all show and no action. She doesn't know how to treat a man right." "And you do?" Tony responded smiling into her sensuous brown eyes. "If I have my way tonight, you'll experience pleasures you've only dreamed about." she whispered back.

Not to be outdone, Tamia squeezed his thigh harder and whispered "I heard what she told you Tony and I can assure you that if you spend the night with me you'll be so worn out that you'll need a vacation to recuperate." Tony looked into her dark brown eyes and saw the smoldering lust burning brightly. "Ladies, I think this is getting out of hand. We haven't had the auction yet and what if you don't bid high enough. Or what happens if I decide not to take either of you to my room tonight?" Tony said putting an element of doubt in each of their minds. Lexy responded immediately "Oh, don't worry about that honey, we are not going to let you get away that easy." Lexy and Tamia looked at each other and smiled as if to say the battle lines had been drawn.

Monica rescued Tony from the two women as the dinner portion came to a close. She informed him that he and the other gentlemen needed to get ready for the auction while they had their program. Lexy licked her lips and whispered in his ear "I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight." Tamia whispered at almost the same time "I'm going to suck your dick until you cum all over my tongue for me." Tony was surprised and horny as he got up from the table. He wasn't sure how to handle the situation but muttered "Good luck to both of you and may the best woman win!" He didn't know what it was about him that had turned these two women on, but his dick was straining against his boxers as he followed Monica to the rear of the stage.

Tony met the other men on the auction block for the evening and each had a similar story to tell about their escort. It was as if these women had already made their choices for the evening. Tony looked at the men and noticed that they ranged in ages from the young to the more "seasoned" as he called them. Monica explained once more how the auction would proceed and asked if they had any questions. Hearing none, she picked up a glass bowl, which had slips of paper and explained that they would be auctioned off according to the number on the slip. Tony waited his turn and picked the number six. At least he would have the opportunity to see how the auction progressed before he had to face the crowd.

The announcer completed his instructions and then proceeded to call each man's name and asked them to join him on stage. Each man received a round of applause as his name was called and he walked out onto the stage. When Tony's name was called he felt nervous and excited at the same time. Walking onto the stage, he saw Lexy and Tamia standing near the middle of the stage clapping and smiling broadly. He took his place in the line of men and saw the two women whispering to each other. "What on earth could they be up to?" he thought as the last of the men was introduced.

The auctioneer called the first man out to center stage and briefly described his background that each man had prepared. Asking for an opening bid of $500, the auctioneer tried hard to find a bid and finally settled for an opening bid of $200. Tony knew that the opening bid is deceptive because usually the first item at any auction draws a low opening bid. Depending upon its value to the crowd, the bidding will pick up as the auctioneer works the crowd. The auctioneer got into his rhythm and soon had the bid up to $800. He tried to shame the crowd into more money, reminding them that the proceeds of the auction would help the group do good things around the city. Knowing that he had reached the limit of this particular sale, the auctioneer settled for a bid of $800. The lucky woman wrapped her arms around him when he was led off the front of the stage. She kissed him deeply on the mouth, rubbing her body against him.

Each man was paraded front and center as his price was haggled over by the auctioneer and the crowd. Tony noticed that some of the younger men were going for a high price and were being paid by older mature women. Cougars. Each of them was greeted by a passionate kiss from their new owner for the night. One by one the men were auctioned off until Tony was the next in line. When the auctioneer called his name, he saw Lexy and Tamia smiling as he walked forward. He saw Lexy lick her lips and laugh to something said to her as the auctioneer read Tony's background. He started the bid where all the other bids got a quick response. "Do I hear $200 for our next eligible bachelor?" his voice rang out. A hand in the back shot up and the bidding was underway. The auctioneer continued until he reached $800 and the bidding seemed to stall out. Lexy's hand raised to take the bid at $800 and smiled broadly as the auctioneer badgered the crowd for more. As with most auctions, just when it seems that you've won your prize, someone else decides to jump into the game.

A hand shot up in the rear of the room upping the bid to $825. Lexy's expression went from one of happiness to disbelief with the new bidder. Her and Tamia turned to see who was bidding and saw the slight redhead in the rear smiling with some satisfaction. Tony peered out into the dim light and recognized the girl as one of Tamia's friends who laughed when Tamia grabbed his ass earlier in the evening. The auctioneer sensing new blood, began to urge Lexy to bid higher. Lexy was a bit dismayed at this new turn of events, thinking she had already won her prize. She upped her bid to $850 and waited with her breath held tight as the auctioneer barked out for more takers. Again, the redhead upped the ante to $875, crushing Lexy's hope for an early end. Lexy began to converse with Tamia, as the auctioneer coldly wanted another bid. Tony saw them nodding their heads together as the auctioneer asked for the second time if there were any other bids. Lexy's hand shot high into the air before the auctioneer could yell sold and bid $900. The auctioneer now knew he had two women wanting the same prize. Talking directly to the redhead, he got her to go to $950. Looking down to Lexy, the auctioneer pleaded with her to go to $1000. Lexy and Tamia talked quickly as Tony, the auctioneer, and the crowd looked on. Tony wondered what they were discussing when Lexy and Tamia hugged each other and Lexy took the bid to $1000. The redhead spent some time conferring with her friends who were telling her to go for it. As the auctioneer counted down, it was evident to Tony that the redhead was out of it. The auctioneer knowing that no new blood would bid closed out the bidding and declared Lexy the winner. Applause went up from the crowd as Tony was led to where Lexy and Tamia were standing.

They both had huge smiles on their faces when Tony reached them. Lexy grabbed Tony and kissed him hard on the lips. She pushed her breasts into his chest feeling them flatten. Her tongue darted into his mouth as she held him tight against her. Tony's arms encircled her waist and pulled her tight against him. He felt his dick harden and push against her thigh as their kiss lingered. When they broke their kiss, Tamia tapped on Lexy's shoulder. Tamia wedged herself between them and kissed Tony passionately just as Lexy had done. Tony wondered to himself what was going on as he felt her body mold against his. Lexy leaned close to Tony's ear and announced "The only way we were sure to get you was by sharing our money. Now we have to share our prize."

The two women clung to Tony as they watched the rest of the auction. Tony had one arm around each of them, feeling a breast pushing against each side. They laughed and clapped as the remaining men were auctioned off. The final man went to the redhead who had upped the bid on Tony. She walked arm and arm with her prize and offered congratulations to Lexy and Tamia. She winked at Tony and said, "I knew I could get them to work together to get you sweetie." Lexy and Tamia looked at each other and laughed. "Thanks to you this man is going to get twice the pleasure tonight sweetie!" Tony sensed that the night was only beginning as he pulled both women close and said, "We had better get started if I'm going to get the "two for one special.”

Both women clung to him as they entered the elevator. Once the doors were closed, their lips found his neck and softly kissed and licked each side. Lexy's lips sucked some of the skin into her mouth and softly nibbled. Tony felt their lips kissing his neck and it caused shivers to run through his body. Lexy's hand rubbed his chest and then trailed to his crotch. She felt a large stiff lump in her hand and started to stroke his swollen dick. "Tamia...girl, I think there is enough here for the both of us!" Lexy commented as she continued to massage his dick. She felt Tamia's hand cover hers and push it harder against his manhood. "Mmmm. I think your right Lexy. I can't wait to taste it." Tamia moaned. Tony moaned softly from the massage that two women were giving his hard dick. Lexy's lips found Tony's and pressed urgently against his closed lips. His tongue slipped through his lips and lightly ran over her soft lips. Their kiss deepened and when they finally broke their kiss, Tamia grabbed his head and pulled his lips to hers. Their passionate panting and moaning filled the small elevator cab as they rose to Tony's floor. They half stumbled out of the elevator, driven by the desire to get to his room quickly.

Tony opened the door and once inside the two women again attacked him. Lexy latched onto his lips with hers, pushing her body against his with more urgency. Tamia walked behind Tony and pressed her firm titties into his back as her arms circled his waist searching for his belt.

Lexy pulled away and announced, "Girl, let's see what our money bought us tonight." Lexy's fingers went to Tony's buttons, undoing each one as fast as her fingers could manage. Tamia pulled off his jacket and then untied his cummerbund. Her hands snaked around to the front of him and undid his belt. She felt Lexy's hands on hers searching for the zipper and then pulling it down. Lexy's one hand pushed into his pants enclosing his dick in her hand. Her other hand helped Tamia pull his shirt off. Lexy moaned when she felt his stiff dick pushing outward against her hand. Her lips trailed down to his nipple and she sucked it into her mouth. Tony's gasp of pleasure filled the room and his hand went to her head holding it firmly against his nipple. Tamia pulled his pants down exposing his red boxers. Tony kicked off his shoes and socks while Tamia's hands grabbed his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his dick as she knelt behind him.

Tamia saw his tight, phat ass staring her in the face and leaned toward it. She grabbed his hips and slowly kissed his backside as Lexy's hand stroked his hardness. Tamia's hands roamed to his front and helped Lexy's hand massage his dick. Her lips pressed against his backside, making audible kissing noises as she went along. Tony's body rocked back and forth from the touches of these two sexy women. Lexy's lips left one nipple and her saliva left a trail to the other nipple before she captured it in her mouth and between her teeth. Lexy felt the soft skin of the stiff dick as she grasped it in her hand. Looking down she exclaimed "Ooooohhh, Tam I know he can please us both tonight. Look how big this dick his!" Tamia quit kissing Tony's ass and moved to look at his dick. "Mmmm, baby I can't wait to taste that dick!" she said as she stared at his dick poking out of Lexy's hand. "You'll get your chance soon enough." Lexy said pushing Tony back onto the bed. Tony looked at the two women still dressed standing before him. He saw his dick waving in the air and said, "Y'all got me undressed. Now how about letting me see what I get for being such a good boy and letting myself be auctioned off."

Lexy and Tamia looked at each other and smiled. "Why don't we give our boy here a bit of a show?" Tamia said. "I can't think of anything I'd like to do better than show Tony what he's getting tonight." Lexy answered.

Tamia walked behind Lexy and pulled her zipper down her back. Lexy felt a twinge rush through her when she felt Tony's eyes watching them undress each other. She pulled the straps off and then pushed her dress down, letting it fall in front of her. Tony saw her white lace bra and panties as her dress fell about her knees. Tamia undid her clasp in the back, exposing Lexy's breasts to Tony. "Do you like this Tony? Would you like to suck on them and make my nipples nice and hard in your mouth?" Lexy taunted Tony as she rubbed her nipples. Lexy felt her own soft touch and it made her nipples respond by hardening and sticking straight out. Lexy moaned loudly and let her head fall back as she titillated her swollen breasts...

To Be Continued...

The Auction [Part 2] - An Erotic Tale...

The Auction [Part 2] - An Erotic Tale...

Tony's dick throbbed a bit as he sat watching the show in front of him. He stroked his dick slowly as Lexy stood lightly stroking and rubbing her nipples and breasts. Tamia watched Tony as he loved every minute of Lexy's show. Lexy's fingers slid down further and she felt the damp patch between her thighs. "I see you're hot and excited girl. Do you want Tony to fuck you or do you want him to eat you?" Tamia whispered in her ear. "Mmmm...I want him to eat me and then fuck me!" Lexy said looking at Tony's dick standing at attention before her. "Don't tell me girl! Tell Tony what you want him to do!" Tamia demanded. "I want to feel your tongue sliding in and out of this pussy and all over my clit. Then I want to feel that dick deep inside this pussy!" Lexy said as Tony stroked his dick in front of her. "Come here baby and let me eat that sweet, hot pussy of yours!" Tony ordered.

Lexy looked at Tony and turned to Tamia. "You need to get out of those clothes." she panted. She reached behind her and pulled her zipper down. Tamia's giggled as Lexy pulled her dress off her body, seeing Tony drooling with anticipation. Tamia hands found and unsnapped the clasp in the front of her cherry red bra, releasing her breasts into her hands. "Mmmm rub your nipples baby, make them nice and hard." Tony panted. Her fingers took each nipple, slowly squeezing and twisting them. Tamia's loud moans filled the room as she fondled her nipples. "Damn boy my fingers feelin' so good on my nipples. Ohhhhh!" she continued. Tony looked on as the two women explored themselves in front of him. They heard him groan, bringing them both back to the reality that they were doing this for his enjoyment.

Lexy turned to Tony and climbed onto the bed, straddling his body. He saw her breasts swaying above him and reached up to touch them in his hands. Lexy moaned and closed her eyes when Tony's fingers pulled and slowly twisted her nipples. She felt his dick sliding against her ass when she lowered her titties to his lips. His lips sucked one nipple into his mouth as he rubbed, pulled, and twisted on the other one. Lexy's body squirmed on top of his body as she felt the passion of lust fill her body and mind. She felt Tamia's presence on the bed and then felt her hand grasping for Tony's dick. Tamia took his dick and rubbed it over Lexy's ass bringing new moans from her lips.

Tony felt Tamia's hand grasp his dick and then the sweet sensation of her lips around him. Her lips closed and sucked over the engorged head. Tony's body jumped at the touch of her lips, making him suck on Lexy's nipple harder. Lexy moaned again pulling her nipple away from him. She climbed higher onto his chest setting her pussy over his waiting lips. Tony's hands grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his lips. Lexy moaned loudly when she felt Tony's tongue make contact with her slick clit. Tony tasted her juices and licked slowly up and down her slit and over the hard nub. His lips caught her clit and sucked it into his mouth. Lexy grabbed the headboard, moaning and then began slowing rubbing her clit over his lips, moaning again from his tongue licking her sensitive spot.

Tamia continued her assault on his dick, taking it deep into her mouth until it nestled at the beginning of her throat, then pulling it out until only the head was between her lips. She gently closed her teeth around his meat and felt him jump from the sensations. She put her hand around his dick and slowly rubbed it up and down. Taking the dick from her mouth, she licked up and down the shaft feeling it throb in her hand. Looking up she saw Lexy sliding up and down Tony's face, moaning with each pass of her pussy over his lips. Tony's hands had captured each breast and was squeezing them as Lexy moved above him. Tamia's tongue found his balls and when she sucked it into her mouth, she heard him moan loudly directly into Lexy's pussy. Lexy's body jumped from the sudden sound and vibration she felt in her pussy.

Tamia grabbed his dick in her hand and began to rub it faster saying "I want your cum on my tongue Tony. Baby would ya like that? I want to taste your juices boy...ohhh yeaaa...baby cum on give it me...You know you want to." Tamia's words had an effect on Tony AND Lexy both. As Tamia urged Tony on to orgasm, Lexy felt Tony's tongue sliding faster over her clit and then plunging into her wet pussy. Lexy moaned "Ohhh fuck baby that's it lick this pussy. Make this pussy quiver boy!That's it lick my clit. Make me cum all over your face!" Lexy grabbed the headboard harder as orgasmic sensations built in her body. She felt her body tensing on Tony's tongue and then her body went rigid as she screamed, "Ahhh fuck! Boy, your tongue is outta CONTROL! Mmmm...lick it faster! Ahhhh I'm cumming baby." Lexy's body pushed down harder trying to capture Tony's tongue deep in her pussy as her body quivered over him.

Her orgasm sent Tony over the edge as he felt Tamia's tongue and lips sucking him harder. Her hands moved faster, stroking him as she repeated her urging. "Cum for me Tony...ALL DOWN MY THROAT!" Tamia felt his dick throb faster. His hips raised off the bed trying to shove his hard dick deep down her throat. Tamia's faster stroking and sucking brought him to the edge and when he could out no longer hold back, he screamed in Lexy's pussy, "Oh SHIT! Fuck baby, suck that dick girl. I'ma cum down your throat for you." Tony's hips went rigid as his dick throbbed and then released his load into her awaiting mouth. He felt her mouth gulping and swallowing trying to keep all his cum in her mouth. Some of his juices spilled out of her mouth and rolled slowly down her chin. As his orgasm subsided, he slowly sank back down to the bed, feeling relieved and tasting Lexy's sweet juices as he slowly licked her pussy clean.

Lexy slid down next to Tony and gave him a passionate kiss. "Ohhh baby that was so good. You made my pussy quiver as if it were on fire!" she whispered kissing him harder, tasting her own juices on his lips.

Tamia looked up and saw Lexy and Tony kissing, slowly fondling each other. She felt a burning desire in her pussy that had yet to be satisfied. Climbing upwards onto the bed, she forced herself between them. "I know you two are satisfied but now that I've tasted it...I wanna FEEL it!" she said snuggling against him. "Why don't you just lay back and let me please you..." Tony said pulling her onto her back.

Tony's lips immediately covered hers as his hand found one of her breasts. His tongue snaked out, licking her juice-covered lips, tasting his own sweet cum. His fingers closed around the hard nipple, gently pulling and caressing it. Lexy seeing the two in action, started playing with her still wet pussy, trying to evoke another orgasm. Tamia moaned and placed her hand on the back of Tony's head, holding it against one of her sensitive nipples. "Ohhh...mmm...that's it Tony. Damn, your lips feel so good." she moaned squirming around under his touches. Tamia felt his hands and tongue moving over her body, heightening her sexual arousal.

Tony's hand slid down Tamia's body, over her smooth stomach to her still covered pussy. His hand roamed over the damp thong underwear until he was covering and rubbing her mound. Tamia groaned loudly when she felt Tony's palm pressing urgently against her covered pussy. His finger pushed her silky underwear into her pussy lips and over her clit. Tamia's hips rose off the bed trying to impale herself deeper with his finger. She felt his other hand moving under her panties, touching her hot bare skin. His finger slid easily over her well-lubricated slit, finding her swollen clit. Tamia called out "Baby play with it. Make me cum hard." Lexy's fingers slid further down her slit, rubbing the slippery skin at the opening of her pussy as she continued to watch. Tamia's pussy muscles clamped on Tony's fingers when she felt it invade her pussy again. His fingers slid easily into her warm pussy, bringing more cries of passion from her.

The women moaned together, twisting and squirming on the bed in front of Tony. He felt his dick grow harder as the two women each came close to orgasm. He focused back on Tamia and saw her glistening pussy waiting for his hard shaft. Taking his dick in his hand, Tony slowly rubbed it up and down her slit seeing her juices coat his dick. "Tell me where you want this dick baby. Where do you want me to put it to make you feel good?" Tony said looking into her glazed eyes. "I want your dick deep in my pussy." was her reply. Tony rubbed his dick over her excited clit listening to her soft moans of pleasure. Her hips pushed against his dick...wanting it deep within her hot moist tunnel. He put it at her opening and pushed, feeling the head pop inside her warm cavern. "Is that deep enough?" Tony whispered knowing the answer. "Nigga! You better put that dick all the way in me...Mmmm...Now! Quit fucking around and fill this pussy with that dick of yours!" Tamia demanded. Tony watched her breasts sway back and forth as her body tried to push him in deeper. "Aight baby I'm bout to give you ALL this dick!" Tony yelled as he thrust it deep into her pussy.

"Ohhhhh...mmmmmm!" Tamia whimpered as she felt his hot shaft plunge deep into her depths. Her hips bucked against his thighs from the sudden impact of his dick. Tony felt her searing heat surround his dick when it slid deeper. He closed his eyes and moaned as he felt her muscles grab a tighter hold on his dick. He held his dick deep inside her, letting the feeling of her warm cavern wash over him. They started a slow, rhythmic movement against each other. His dick slid outwards against her tight pussy muscles until he was at the opening, then moved slowly back into the depths of her warm interior. Their eyes locked, both seeing the desire in the other. Their moans of passion filled the room. They had forgotten Lexy was in the room as their bodies danced together with each thrust to some unheard sensual music.

Lexy lays next to them watching their bodies perform the exotic sexual ritual. Her hands unconsciously went to her breasts, rubbing and tweaking her nipples as she watched and listened to the two lovers. Tamia put her arms over her head, grabbing onto the headboard, then thrusting her hips upward to receive Tony's hard dick. Her head moved from side to side with each thrust of his dick.

Tony's hands moved up to her breasts to stimulate her nipples. His dick slid in and out of her pussy and warm sensations rushed all through his body as they climbed the mountain of desire. "Your pussy is so hot. Squeeze my dick baby...that's it fuck me girl...ohhhh....so fucking sexy." Tony moaned, increasing the speed of each thrust. His hips thrust faster matching Tamia's thrusts against his body. "Ahhh y'all got my dick soooo fucking hard...I'm bout to fill up this pussy...OH FUCK YES!" he called out as his dick erupted inside of her. He felt his dick throbbing uncontrollably as his body went rigid and his load shot deep into Tamia's eager pussy. The sight of Tony's eruption caused Lexy to cum again, causing her to squirt all over her fingers and the bedspread.

Tamia felt Tony's throbbing dick inside her and felt the warm rush of his ejaculation. Her pussy muscles squeezed his dick tighter, milking all the fluid from his shaft. Her pussy was tingling with each throb of his dick. He inhaled and continued to fuck her as he watched Lexy's squirting subside. Tamia moaned and told him she was about to cum. "Fuck me Tony! Push that BIG dick deeper! Ohhh...Yeaaaa...MORE! M-ORE! SHIIIIIIIIIT!" as her orgasm washed over her. Tamia's body bucked on the bed, thrusting her breast against Tony's mouth as her pussy quivered around his dick.

Tony pulled his dick out of Tamia and laid between the two women feeling drained. Lexy and Tamia snuggled against Tony on either side of him, smiling contently. "Now that's what I call gettin' ya money's worth!" Lexy mused. Tamia laughed and said, "You ain't lyin' girl! We got good dick AND a tax write-off all in one!"

The Best Babysitter - An Erotic Tale...

The Best Babysitter - An Erotic Tale...

"Seriously, I'm eighteen years old, I don't need a babysitter to stay here anymore. You go to your party, or dinner or whatever and I'll stay here." Deandre groaned at his parents while idly combing his fingers through his short black hair.

"Aight...then think of it like this. She's like a house sitter...and you just can't leave the house. You grounded!" His father retorted unwilling to negotiate that point as he adjusted his cuff links and then tightened his tie slightly checking his reflection in the window. He was a handsome man, for a man in his mid forties and he could see much of himself in Deandre. In fact, his son who'd just turned eighteen the week before bore an almost startling resemblance to his father at that age. Mr. Fletcher glanced around the room.

"Grounded? You playing right? You gonna to ground me?" Deandre asked almost in disbelief. Eighteen year olds weren't supposed to be subjected to such petty forms of punishment like grounding or spankings. This was absurd. "You can't ground me!"

Mr. Fletcher stepped toward his son who was still about an inch shorter than his father and easily more slender,dropping his voice several octaves as he spoke. "You right, I can't ground you. What I CAN do is charge you rent, how's six hundred dollars a month sound? Then I can charge you for the damages your little party caused when I left you alone last year. My house, my rules."

The party had gotten out of control but that was partially because his parents had left him alone for an entire weekend, not one night. A party that lasted nearly thirty six hours of liquor, pizza and girls...to say that it had left the house a wreck was one of the understatements of the century. A half dozen of his friends had stayed to help, and they'd pitched in to have a professional steam cleaner come in and the house was still in shambles when his parents arrived. That hadn't been the first time either, just the worst. "Do I make myself clear D?" The boy looked up at his father then nodded his head, leaving it lowered as he backed away. "Good, I'm glad we had this talk. Ba-by! If we don't hurry up we're going to be late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" NeNe strode into the room wearing a knee length red dress that nearly matched the color of her hair and really brought out her eyes. Tanned legs flowed down from the dress into a pair of sensibly low heels but still high enough to bring out the beauty of her toned calves. Even though she was well into her forties NeNe was still attractive, the crow's feet around her mouth and at the corners of her eyes did more to give her character than to detract from her beauty and while she no longer possessed the near perfect figure she'd had as a girl she still had a physique few could complain about. "The sitter get here yet?"

"Not yet, she called and said she'd be running like five minutes late. I told her to make sure that Deandre stays in the house and behaves himself." Mr. Fletcher responded.

"She's late!"

"Relax honey, I already told her she's skating on thin ice and she'll be here soon. I think Deandre can be trusted not to tear the house down in the next five minutes though." NeNe nodded and picked up her purse kissing her son on the cheek and making him promise to be good. "You heard her son, don't give Shayla no problems."

Mr. Fletcher opened the door to leave and found a woman standing at the door one hand preparing to knock and an oddly surprised look on her face. She stood about five and a half feet, maybe a bit less and a nearly perfect combination of breasts and ass stretching her red t-shirt and jeans nearly to their limits. Her brown hair was tucked up into a blue and white Washington Wizards fitted but a few strands fought their way free to frame her face. Her skin was the color of dark honey and her perfume faintly smelled like it also. "Sorry I'm late sir." She managed while clutching to her backpack.

"I don't have time to discuss punctuality with you right now Shayla, the emergency numbers are on the fridge, there's twenty bucks to order a pizza with. Deandre has school in the morning so he needs to be asleep by midnight." Mr. Fletcher said as he squeezed past the young woman and into the hallway. "Just make sure he behaves."

"Will do Mr. Fletcher." Shayla said with a smile and stepped out of the way as the man and wife half ran down the walkway and got into their Benz to drive off.

"I'm going to my friend's house." Deandre said as soon as his parents were out of sight and started to step out of the house but Shayla moved to block his path.

"Your parents said you're staying here, so you're staying here." Shayla said firmly closing the door behind her. "Now go plug in your Playstation or somethin', what do you want on your half of the pizza?"

"No for real, I'm going to Brandon's, I'll grab something to eat on the way. Call your boyfriend up, order whatever you fuckin' want on the pizza and I'ma be back by midnight." Deandre said again trying to walk around Shayla but she moved again blocking his path.

"You stayin' here." Shayla repeated.

"Fine. I'm stayin' here!" Deandre replied waving his arms around wildly and then walking back into the house. He went straight into the kitchen and grabbed his father's vodka and a glass.

"What the fuck are you doin' boy?! You're not old enough to drink and if your parents wanted you drinking I'm sure they would have said so!" Shayla shouted as she followed right behind. "Seriously, just sit down, play your games and chill out 'til ya parents get home."

"Man, fuck you. I'm too fucking old for this shit." Deandre said again trying to open the bottle but Shayla had slammed her hand on the top.

"What's it gonna take to get you to stop acting up and just let me do my job in peace?"

"Beat my dick." Deandre blurted out half meaning it, half bluffing.

Shayla paused for a moment letting her eyes travel the length of the boy. He wasn't ugly at all, actually the scraggly black hair and baby smooth skin made him sorta cute in that innocent way. "Beat your dick?" She repeated making certain she'd heard him right.

"Yeah."

She paused considering her options a little more. "So lemme get this straight...I give you a hand job, one little hand job and you'll act right for the rest of the night?"

"Yeah."

"Fine."

Deandre paused slightly. He hadn't expected her to agree to his deal, certainly not without more of a fight than she'd put up. "Ruh-really?" Shayla might have found Deandre cute, but girls his own age had a different word for him. Nerdy. Even at a party that had nearly torn his parents house off of it's foundation he'd only gotten to feel some girls titty and get the quickest amount of lip contact that could qualify as a kiss. The idea of this sexy ass girl actually touching his dick had it lurching in his pants, straining to escape its denim confinement and leap into her hand.

"Really. You're not getting shy on me are you?" Deandre started to blush, the heat trapped around the collar of his shirt but he didn't move. He was too afraid if he moved, even the least bit she'd see how hard he was and start laughing. "C'mon lemme see the dick. I can't stroke what I can't see boy."

Shayla continued to tease him but she could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against her bra, through her t-shirt and knew Deandre had to see them. His eyes had already been focused on her titties before and now they couldn't wander an inch as each breath had them stretching her shirt farther. Lower she felt herself getting wet, her thighs starting to slip as she moved her legs back and forth. "Hurry up or I'm won't do it." Shayla said trying to sound impatient instead of horny.

Deandre almost fell over as he tried to unzip his pants and yank them and his black and red plaid boxers down to his knees in a single jerking motion. Without noticing Shayla licked her lips as Deandre's dick leapt into view. He was just a little over eight inches long but thick and the tip of his dick was already begging her to take it between her lips instead of in her hand. She wrapped her hand around his hard, thick dick and gave it a firm squeeze that pulled a moan from his lips. "You like that?" She whispered squeezing again this time making him throw his head back before nodding.

A wicked smile crossed Shayla's lips as she leaned down, spat on his dick and then resumed stroking. Deandre started reaching around clutching for something, anything to support his weight as Shayla's expert handwork started to turn his legs to mush beneath him. "You like having me stroke your dick don't you? Tell me you like it." Shayla teased as she started to slow down, giving him time to find the countertop behind him.

"No, no please don't stop girl, don't stop!" He gasped as she nearly stopped. "Keep strokin'! I love how you beatin' this dick!" Shayla stopped and wrapped her hand tight around the head of his dick. She didn't so much stroke anymore as she did squeeze and move her hand over the tip, faster, and faster as he started to pulsate in her grasp.

"I wasn't gonna stop til you came even if you wanted me to." She growled faster and faster now, her eyes completely fixated on his organ. She could see it twitching, tightening, his hips rolling and it made the wetness between her thighs spread. "Cum for me." She suddenly commanded her hand picking up speed. "Cum for me NOW!"

Deandre was dragging air into his lungs in short gasps trying to keep from screaming as the beautiful woman stroked his manhood. He didn't know how her hands could give him such pleasure. Deandre bit down on his lip trying to stifle another shout but this one tore it's way free of his lips and into the air as he came.

Shayla gasped as it finally happened and the boy came, bucking his hips forward in her grip one final time before erupting. She'd resisted the urge long enough and as the first blast hit her t-shirt she took his dick into her mouth and proceeded to suck the remaining amount of cum from his swollen member. He shuddered as she looked up at him. "Now you gonna be good?" Shayla asked as she turned on the sink and washed her hands before reaching for a paper towel to wipe Deandre's cum from her shirt. Deandre nodded and pulled up his boxers and pants as he retreated to his room happy, confused and drained, leaving Shayla to clean up the mess they'd made. AIN'T THAT JUST LIKE A MAN?!?