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The Awakening of Janis part103

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

cock. Garolynn began squirming. “This woman is blowing this man right in

front of me,” she whispered to Peter. The man slid her tube top down and

began playing with her tits. The man that had come in with her got off the

couch behind her and began to fuck her. “Christ, this is better than the

movie,” Garolynn giggled. Janis, Peter and Garolynn leaned forward and

watched as the three continued fucking and sucking not 5 feet away. Garolynn

felt a hand sliding her dress up her leg and a finger found her clit. She

whimpered quietly as she continued to watch the lady in front of her suck the

dick of the man sprawled across the couch. She could see the cock of the man

who entered with the woman plunging in and out or her cunt. The woman’s tits

were not as big as hers but as they hung there being pulled, massaged and

played with, they took on a larger size than they probably were. The man

being blown stiffened as he began cumming in the woman’s mouth. “NNNnnngggggg

…End of the part103. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part102

Monday, September 29th, 2008

was sucking another woman’s pussy as she was being fucked by a man. The other

woman was being face fucked as a cock plunged in and out of her mouth. Two

women were jacking another man off, one woman perched over the head of the

man’s cock waiting for him to cum. The remaining man was finger fucking the

woman sucking the man standing on the stairs.

A couple entered the theater and seated themselves in the couch in front of

Peter, Janis and Garolynn. She had on a very short skirt and a tube top.

They watched the movie and as men began cumming on various parts of women’s

bodies on the screen, the woman in front of Garolynn leaned over and said

something to the man who had been seated on the couch when the couple arrived.

She then leaned forward and unzipped the man’s pants and began to suck on his

…End of the part102. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part101

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

continued to suck the seated man off. Soon it was over and both men got up

and moved away. The two women on the screen were both sucking on that huge

cock, one on each side. Suddenly, sperm shot from the end of the cock. Both

women leaned forward trying to catch strings of jism in their mouths. They

were both partially successful as sperm hit them in the mouth, nose and eyes.

It was a messy cum scene with both ladies getting a facial bath of cum.

The next scene was a party scene. Couples were dancing to gently music.

Hands were seen massaging breasts and cocks as couples swayed across the dance

floor. One couple found a set of stairs and began kissing . Soon, he was

standing on steps high enough so that the girl was sucking his cock. As she

sucked his cock, she removed his pants. This seemed to set off a rash of

clothes removal and soon there were 10 couples naked in the room. One woman

…End of the part101. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part100

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

inches long and very big around. Janis leaned over to Peter and whispered, “I

bet that would rip me in two.” As she turned back to the screen, she noticed

the man sitting in the chair had his cock out and was jacking himself off.

“She began to watch him, out of the side of her eye, as the two women on the

screen began giving this new man a blow job. One would suck his cock while

the other would lick his balls, ass or tits. Suddenly, another man came over

to the man sitting in the chair and began to give the man in the chair a blow

job. Janis darn near leapt into Peter’s lap. “Look at what is happening

right next to me,” Janis whispered nervously. “Well, you told me last night

you wanted to see two guys suck each other off,” said Peter under his breath.

Suddenly the man in the chair slightly arched his back and Janis could see

that he was cumming. Garolynn watched as the man kneeling on the floor

…End of the part100. To be continued..

The Awakening of Janis part10

Friday, September 26th, 2008

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The Awakening of Janis

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

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HALLOWEEN WITH SHAUNA part4

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

wiggled it at me, in a way that has to be seen to be believed, and said,
“I’ve got better things than that for you, hero!” I was getting as
frustrated as I was horny, so I grabbed her boots and started trying to
pull them off, while she kept on kicking and wriggling. I finally
succeeded in getting them off without getting kicked in the face, and
flipped her over again, going for the waistband of her tights. She
wasn’t done playing yet, though, and threw me another curve ball. I’ve
mentioned how strong her legs are (and how much I love to get them
wrapped around me!), and she put them to good use, planting both feet in
the middle of my chest and heaving me halfway across the room. I landed
flat on my back with the wind knocked out of me, and before I could
recover, she was all over me. “Nobody pulls off Shadowcat’s tights and
gets away with it!” she laughed. “Now, super-villain scum, you’ll pay!”

I considered resisting, just to get even, but our exertions had gotten
me so hot, I just wanted her to get my clothes off and do something to
me! In under a minute, she’d gotten me naked and had jammed my cock
into her mouth. She’d been practicing, trying to learn how to
deep-throat me, and it seemed her lessons from Sindra were paying off.
I was amazed as all seven inches slid down her throat in one easy
motion, and she began pumping it in and out of her mouth. Every few
strokes, she’d stop pumping, and just lick the head for a while. “Baby,
you’re the greatest!” I said, when I’d caught my breath.

“It’s my new super-power,” she said. “I’m thinking of changing my name
to Oral Sex Girl. Or maybe Blowjob-Cat.”

“Stop talking, and put that thing back in your mouth,” was the only
response I could think of. She obliged, and once again I felt myself
being sucked all the way in. She surprised me again by poking her
tongue out past my cock and tickling my balls with it at the same time.
If you’ve ever had that done to you, you know how great it is. If you
haven’t, go out and get it done to you! “Well, Blowjob-Cat, I’m about
ready to super-come in your super-mouth. What do you think of that?”

“Oh, no, NightBaller, you can’t do that!” she squealed. She left me
there, and crawled back over to the laundry heap, and again stuck her
ass up in the air and started wiggling it at me. I followed her,
wondering what she had up her sleeve this time.

“Are you going to play nice now, or do I have to get rough with you?” I
asked, in my most menacing tone.

“Oooh, please, get rough with me! You know it turns me on!” Actually, I
know it doesn’t as a rule, but since she was definitely not her usual
self tonight, I grabbed her tights, tugged them off, and applied a few
not-very-gentle swats to her behind. “Hey, I was kidding about getting
rough!” she said, “Here. Play with my tits instead.” As she said this,
she rolled over onto her back, and started squeezing her nipples between
her fingers. I eagerly licked my way up her body, from her hips to her
…End of the part4. To be continued..

HALLOWEEN WITH SHAUNA part3

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

“No, there’s too much beer on the floor already. I don’t like screwing
in beer. Let’s find a room.” I didn’t ask how she’d formed her opinions
about screwing in beer, but just followed her as she headed off to find
a good room. The imp in her had taken over that night, and she insisted
on using a room not too far from the party, so we could hear the music,
and so there’d be just a chance of getting caught.

“What if someone walks in on us?” I asked. I wasn’t really worried. If
we’d survived the locker-room orgy where we first met, one uninvited
guest wouldn’t be a problem.

“Let ‘em find us. I’ll fuck ‘em all!” she said. By this point, I was
starting to worry, just a bit. You see, I had no doubt that under the
right conditions, she *could* fuck the entire fraternity, their dates,
and the guys in the band, and still want more. And that seemed to be
what she was looking for this time.

We found an empty bedroom, a small single, about 5 doors up the hall,
and let ourselves in. Like most fraternity bedrooms I’ve seen, it had
all the amenities: Loft, laundry on the floor, Penthouse and Sports
Illustrated pictures on the wall, packs of condoms on the dresser, etc.
Shauna picked up the condoms. “Look at this!” she said. “Unlubricated!
This guy must not think at all about what the girl wants!”

“Maybe he only fucks little flash-floods like you, and he doesn’t need
lubricated ones?” I suggested. I grabbed for her ass, but she dodged
me, and started rummaging around some more. It seemed she was enjoying
this for more than just sexual reasons.

“No, wait, here we go! Large economy size, yet!” She had found a
squeeze tube of lubricant, and had started smearing it on her fingers.
“Not bad,” she said. “Better than KY. Hell of a lot better than
Vaseline.” Again, I decided not to ask, although I was sure she was
dying to tell me the story. I decided a more direct approach was in
order, so I scooped her up and tried to put her on the loft. “Not the
loft!” she protested, “I want to get fucked in the laundry.” By this
time, I was sure she was either a lot crazier or a lot drunker than I’d
originally believed. But, as always, I had to give in. The fact that
she was now on her knees, sucking on my dick through the fabric of my
costume might’ve influenced my decision. I pushed her back over into
the laundry, and started pulling off her clothes. Unfortunately, our
costumes weren’t built for quickies, and I had to get her completely
naked, except for the mask. She squirmed around through the entire
process, not really resisting, but making it damned difficult anyway.

As soon as I got her jacket and leotard off, I went after her breasts,
trying to suck on them, since I know that’s the quickest way to get her
totally involved. She wasn’t going for it this time, though, and she
rolled over on her stomach, and brought her knees up under her, so that
her sweet little rear end was sticking straight up in the air. She
…End of the part3. To be continued..

HALLOWEEN WITH SHAUNA part2

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

leotard, black tights, white gloves, and matching white boots. I also
wore a fake pair of pointed ears, and had fake fangs that I could put in
when I wanted to show them off. The hardest part was the tail, which I
eventually ended up draping over my shoulder to keep it from getting
stepped on.

So, in these crazy outfits, we headed for A-D-Phi. I was glad to see
that they were turning away anyone who wasn’t in costume. It kept the
crowding down, and made sure we were all in the proper spirit. The band
was good, and we danced and snacked and met new people. There weren’t
many that either of us knew there. Neither of us usually drinks much,
but as the night wore on, we got pretty thirsty, and there were no
non-alcoholic beverages around, so we both managed to get mildly buzzed.
There was another couple we’d met, in Tarzan and Jane costumes, who
really looked the part. Tarzan was big, muscular, and tanned, while
Jane’s tits threatened to fall out of her leopard bikini top with every
motion. We traded dancing partners throughout the night, until just
after midnight, when we happened to get caught with each other’s dates
when a slow dance started. “Do you think Shauna will mind?” Jane (that
really *was* her name) asked, as she pressed herself against me. I
looked over, and noticed that Shauna was already doing the same with
Tarzan (who was actually named Kevin), and decided that she wouldn’t
mind. Throughout the dance, Jane got more and more intimate, and my
reaction wasn’t at all hidden by my leotard. I began to wish I’d stuck
with the Robocop costume, until Jane reached down and stroked my cock,
saying, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a super-hero. Interested?” Not
quite sure of how to handle this, I looked over at Kevin and Shauna.
Due to the foot and a half difference in their heights, he was now
carrying her as they danced, and from the way her legs had wrapped
around his waist, it looked like she was screwing him through his
loincloth already.

“I’ll check with Shauna. You ask Kevin,” I said, just as the dance
ended. We quickly went back to our dates. Shauna seemed rather
breathless, and was blushing as I told her what Jane had said. I
reminded her about her hoping for an orgy, and she agreed, but said she
had to get some fresh air first. As we turned around, though, we were
surprised to see Kevin pulling on his coat and storming out, with Jane
following him. Apparently, only three of our potential foursome had
been up to it. “What now?” I asked. “Back to my place?”

“No, not yet,” Shauna said. “I’m still looking for adventure, and
Tarzan’s cock was so big, I was almost coming just thinking about
getting it inside me.” Now, a lot of guys might’ve taken this the wrong
way, but we have a very special relationship, and I know that whatever
gets her hot, I’m the one who it always pays off for, so I really didn’t
mind. “I’ve got an idea,” she continued. “Let’s do it right here!”

“Here on the dance floor?”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

HALLOWEEN WITH SHAUNA

Sunday, September 21st, 2008

Dear Phantasies,

Since you published my letter about how Shauna and I first met, I
thought you might be interested in hearing about one of our recent
adventures. Although sex between us is always great, we’ve recently had
an experience that we think is worth sharing with your readers.

For those who missed my first letter, I’m a graduate student at an Ivy
League college, and Shauna is a freshman at the same school. She’s five
feet tall, with red hair, green eyes, and a body that fits my
specification for the perfect sex partner: 36-24-34, and muscular in a
very feminine way, especially in the legs and ass. Her fiery passions
(in bed and otherwise) betray her Irish heritage. I stand 5′-10″, and
weigh 145 pounds, and I’m in very good shape from a regular exercise
routine. My sports have conditioned me more for stamina than for
strength, which is a big help for the way Shauna and I like our sex.

It was the weekend before Halloween, and naturally various fraternities
and sororities were holding their Halloween parties. Our usual
playmates, Mike and Sindra, had gone to Mike’s parents’ house for the
weekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I’ve never been much of a fan
of fraternity parties, but she had been looking forward to this one for
a while, so I agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving into her
wishes. At first, I had resisted, but finally she had explained why she
was so hot to go to the Alpha Delta Phi party.

“The girls in my dorm told me that every year, the party turns into a
costumed orgy,” she said.

“Mm hmm. Have any of them ever been to it themselves?” I asked.

“Well, no, but there’s always some truth behind a rumor, right?” she
countered.

“Usually there is,” I had to agree. “But what if there isn’t?”

She gave me her patented angel-and-devil-in-one grin, and said, “Well,
we’ll just have to make sure that there is, won’t we?”

Well, I don’t believe in doing things halfway, so we made sure we had
the best costumes we could come up with, and spent a couple of Saturdays
working on them. We chose a couple of comic book characters, Shadowcat
and Nightcrawler. Shauna’s costume consisted of a blue leotard, light
blue tights, blue bomber-style jacket, blue domino mask, and, much to my
delight, a pair of calf-high blue boots with four-inch heels. Blue
isn’t really her color, but she looked absolutely great. My character,
Nightcrawler, has a rather demonic appearance, but he’s really a good
guy. I put on midnight-blue face paint and hair dye, with a red
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Biker Weekend part9

Saturday, September 20th, 2008

seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd comments that
filled the room.
One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small
pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had emptied
it, she moved behind Amanda and pulled the dildo from her cunt. In its
place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her cunt
slowly, inserting more of it as Amanda’s hips began to move, indicating her
acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt. Pretty soon, Amanda
was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty, little slit with much
enthusiasm. The woman worked the wine bottle deeper and deeper into
Amanda, stretching her fuckhole wider and wider as she fed more and more of
the tapered neck into her.
She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her when,
suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back between her
beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping it wildly and
pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of pleasure.
When her orgasm was over, Amanda fell to the floor on her belly, and
Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position. She had
another glass of wine and more pills, and Amanda took them submissively.
Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, “or else,” Amanda resumed her
dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her ass
and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly.
Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Amanda would
always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back and
loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, “Fun time for the
little slut!”
Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom and
tied Amanda to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side of the
garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides and her
legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes.
I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only,
today, with three times as many men present. I was truly worried about
Amanda’s survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch. Knowing that
the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound their meat
into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights and camera.
Amanda began to moan softly. Lizzie walked up to Amanda, just as
Bronk had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Amanda a shot
from a hypodermic needle. Amanda was already so hot she couldn’t think
straight, but somehow they weren’t satisfied with her current level of
sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her even more
insatiable. I didn’t even know such drugs existed, but I was watching
their result. I don’t know what was in the shots that they gave Amanda,
but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut.
Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began to beg
for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump their
dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole, again.
Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her trembling body,
some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick to her tongue deep
into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth with thick hard
…End of the part9. To be continued..

Biker Weekend part8

Friday, September 19th, 2008

show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you
dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and
pussies wet. If you do, we’ll all fuck you. If you don’t, we’ll all fuck
you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you want to dance just as
good as you possibly can. Take my word for it.”
Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on
the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be
heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of the
camcorder and yelled to Amanda, “Ok, bitch, do your thing!”
Amanda began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given
her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for
showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed sexily to the music,
her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as
she moved. She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward,
hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man’s dick.
The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she
continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny
fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement.
I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing
as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being bound and
hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants.
As her back bent further and further backward, Amanda began to move
her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in the
air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of
fabric between her legs. She reached forward with her right hand and
patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure from her
audience. Her legs bent further backward until her knees were nearly
beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if she were
inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and hungry slit.
Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then onto
her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so. Her legs opened wider
and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the tiny G-string
being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled.
Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either with
the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them.
I was surprised at the professionalism of Amanda’s dancing. I didn’t
know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her. I would
love to live to see her do that again, I hoped. She was a natural.
In the middle of her performance, Amanda suddenly stopped and stayed
in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass sticking high
up into the air. Then, I saw her reaching back between her legs and
pulling the G-string to the side. With it out of the way, she began to
insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering herself to the
delight of those watching. The more she fingered, the more her hips bucked
up and down in that age-old fucking movement. And soon she was coming in
front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself with her own fingers.
Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Amanda gladly
took and began working up into her wet fuckhole. She was either extremely
hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really having some effect
on her. She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick fake cock,
…End of the part8. To be continued..

Biker Weekend part7

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines.
The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my
nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze, urine and sex. Lizzie,
or someone, had covered Amanda with a blanket and I was relieved to see
that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the
night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting
position on the old bus seat.
Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He was his
friendly, cheerful self.
“Well, you fuckin’ bastard, did you like the way we used your old
lady-whore last night? I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain’t seen
nothin’, yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and
we’re all set for a 3-day party! We’re gonna let you stay and watch, but
if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you
understand?” He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked
the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body.
When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and woke
her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and
fucking her.
When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled her
up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a
pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny
dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the shoes,
Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Amanda
swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I
wouldn’t want either of them giving me any of their pills.
Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on
a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods.
When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they
pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had she
knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Now,
it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of them were
clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were
wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the
short flight of steps into the garage.
They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if
they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly what
they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them.
He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda’s head up by
her hair, spoke to the group. “Our little whore was a good fuck last
night, wasn’t she, gang?”
The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure
with Amanda’s performance of the previous evening.
“Today, we’re gonna make a movie, and the little whore’s gonna show us
how she can dance.” Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his instructions
to her. “You will dance for us, you little pile of shit, and you’ll dance
as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar…you
understand?”
Amanda nodded.
“I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and
…End of the part7. To be continued..

Biker Weekend part6

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

the other women away from the babbling Amanda, pushed her to her knees on
the floor. “You want some hard cock, little slut? Crawl over here and get
you some. The boy’s will be glad to feed you!”
The teenager who had been fisting Amanda was watching with passion
still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon
Lizzie was helping her.
In the meantime, Amanda had begun to crawl across the rough and dirty
concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with taunting
comments.
“Come and get it slut!”
“Here little pussy…here little pussy.”
“Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin mouth!”
In her drunken state, Amanda made her wobbly way across the floor, and
she was soon gobbling on one of the men’s big dicks as if she had been
starving for cum all day long. In almost no time, he was shooting his load
into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to him, who
then shoved his meat into her mouth.
This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in their
little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on the floor.
There were still men who had not shot their cum into her mouth, however,
and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed their cocks into her
mouth until they had emptied their balls.
She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious they
entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the men and the women.
Several of the men stood over her at one time and poured their yellow
streams of piss all over her nakedness at once. The women squatted over
her one at a time and poured most of their waste onto her face and hair.
When they were done, Bronk handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby post
and left her there, lying in a pool of piss in the floor.
When she came to, Amanda tried her best to crawl out of the stench in
which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more than a
few feet in any direction, because of the handcuff on her ankle. I felt
for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able leave and to
clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could
do. Unable to leave the seat I was chained to, I was sitting in my own
mess.
Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Amanda soon
fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself
drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two
had returned to the garage to have another crack at Amanda, fucking her
mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on.
Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over Amanda and
gently washing her body. At least one of them had some decency.

I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I
was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us home. We
weren’t rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a new “slut” to
use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend
was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the
slut’s old man watch the whole thing.
…End of the part6. To be continued..

Biker Weekend part5

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

chuckle at Amanda. She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and began
giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck. Bronk and Lizzie
loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on her, and
he sent Lizzie to get the others to see the little slut in her drunk
condition. She was babbling away when Lizzie returned with several of the
others.
“Shit…I like…I like to fuck! Michael…tha’s my husband, over
there, he doesn’t think I like it so much…but I LOVE IT! My hole doesn’t
hardly…shit…my hole doesn’t like…sometimes, my hole doesn’t like to
be fuckin’ empty! No sir!” She stammered drunkenly. Her observers smiled
broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and a very attractive
and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about 16 walked up to
Amanda and began to finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the
car door.
“Yeah! Do it to me! I wish you could shove your whole hand in me, I
don’t care!”
I’d never seen Amanda like this, and, in addition to it being amusing,
it was also pretty exciting. She had never talked lewdly before, but in
this drunken/drugged state she was being especially nasty. She was saying
words I wasn’t sure she had even heard before. Soon, there was another
woman, older, playing with Amanda’s tits and kissing her deeply on the
mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that poured from
her.
A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Amanda, looking to
see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Amanda’s hole. They
encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the
big breasted woman, who couldn’t seem to keep her tongue out of Amanda’s
mouth, Amanda encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up with
more and more of her hand.
I couldn’t see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell
how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her whole
hand in it was certainly not hard to tell.
“It’s in!” shouted one of the men. “She got the whole fuckin’ thing
in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut’s cunt like a
stallion’s dick!”
Amanda was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as hard
as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and moaning
hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl continued to plunge
her fist in and out of Amanda’s dripping hole, twisting and turning her arm
from time to time as if testing to see just what she could do in Amanda’s
pussy.
One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl’s arm in
his hand and began to help her fuck Amanda by pushing her arm upward and
pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using.
By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now
sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they
watched Amanda being fisted. They didn’t go un-noticed by the “new”
Amanda, and she blurted out her appreciation. “Look at all the cocks!” she
moaned, drunkenly. “Damn, I love a good hard cock!”
Bronk untied the ropes holding Amanda to the car door, and pushing
…End of the part5. To be continued..