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I wasn't sure how long it would take David to write back but I guessed
maybe a day or two. Even though I tried to keep my expectations in
check I was still disappointed to not find a reply when I returned
home from work the next day. I mentally kicked myself for not giving
him the Cliff Notes version of the four years I spent with Kevin. It
couldn't have been nearly as specific or descriptive but it would've
touched on _all_ the experiences we shared instead of what happened
during the first few months. There was so much more I didn't have a
chance to tell David, maybe he thought I was too inexperienced? I
moped around my apartment and watched a bit of TV.

I checked my e-mail again right before I went to bed and trembled when
I saw David's e-mail address in my inbox. He had responded, just like
he said he would! I held my breath and clicked on the subject, hoping
it wasn't a note of rejection.

///

Dear Heather,
Your letter is by far the most descriptive I have received. Thank you,
it was a joy to read. I have an opening in my schedule on the 16th of
this month at 7 PM. Let me know if you have the evening free and I'll
ink in your name. I'll forward more contact information if you are
available.

Sweet Dreams,
David

///

I glanced at the calendar on my wall. The 16th? I had nothing planned
but that was 12 days away. Ugh! I would have been ready to meet him
the very next evening if he had asked. I quickly wrote a short
response and sent it right away.

///

Dear David,
Yes, the evening of the 16th is free for me so I can meet with you
then. Please tell me how to find you. Is it OK if we meet in public
first? I'd feel more comfortable if that's OK with you.

I am only disappointed the 16th is 12 days away. Forgive me for
sounding so greedy, I just want to meet you soon. I haven't talked to
anyone in ages who would understand me.

Greedy greedy,
Heather

///

I tumbled into bed that night feeling both elated that he wanted to
see me and dejected that I'd have to wait almost 2 weeks for it to
happen.

I checked my e-mail in the morning and was delighted to see another
response from him.

///

Dear Heather,
You are a greedy slut, aren't you? It's OK, I like that about you. 

Why don't you make use of your free time until the 16th and tell me
more about the experiences you shared with Kevin? I am especially
interested in knowing about your experiences with bondage and
discipline. Did he ever spank you, tie you up, flog you, or punish you
in any other way? If not, does this idea turn you on? Be honest. Don't
be scared if this is new to you, I have experience in training girls
like you and can be very gentle when necessary.

As for where we meet, I have no problem meeting you in public first.
How about the food court at the mall? Let me know what you'll be
wearing.

Take Care,
David

///

I laughed at the last paragraph. He must've remembered the food court
is where I first met Kevin so he had a sense of humor, I really liked
that. I didn't have time to write back before I left for work so I had
all day to think up a reply. I typed it in as soon as I got home.

///

Dear David,
The mall food court is fine, thanks for the laugh. How about in front
of the Orange Julius? That will bring back memories for sure. :)

I'll wear a navy blue skirt with tiny white polka dots and a white
tank top with spaghetti straps. I'll have a book with me to hopefully
prevent strange men from approaching me. :P (I'll be so nervous I
won't be able to concentrate so I'll be pretending to read it.)

I'd like to tell you more about Kevin and me, thanks for asking. Look
for another e-mail from me in a few days. I'll tell you more about the
BDSM stuff then. (It really turns me on, by the way.)

Love,
Heather

///

He wrote back that night before midnight.

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Dear Heather,
OK, it's set. We will meet in front of the Orange Julius at 7 PM on
the 16th. Let me know if you have to cancel so I can make other
arrangements for the 16th.

I'm looking forward to hearing more about your adventures in slutdom.

Sweet Dreams,
David

///

It took me three nights of typing feverishly after work to compose the
following e-mail:

Dear David,

I had a lot to think about after the afternoon I spent with Kevin and
Joe. If Kevin had asked when I first showed up whether I'd consent to
sex with another man I would've said no way. So why did I allow it to
happen? When Joe stood in front of me removing his belt I wouldn't
have left that room for any amount of money in the world. I opened my
mouth for Joe when he asked, I knelt in front of him and positioned
myself for easier access when he decided to fuck me. I had desperately
wanted Joe's cock inside me, the two men didn't force me into
anything.

So when it was all over, and I was safe at home that night in the
comfort of my own bed, I realized that nothing bad had happened. The
world didn't end, I simply got fucked by two men. And it felt great.
In fact, it ended too soon. I wish Joe had drilled me for at least
another hour. It would've been even better if their housemate Paul was
there, he could've started in on me when Joe was finished. Maybe by
the time Paul was done Kevin would have recovered enough to fuck me
again too. I fantasized about all three men using me over and over
until I was covered in their come and exhausted on the floor, meekly
asking them to stop.

I fell asleep in a state of exhausted bliss tempered with a small
amount of guilt. If good girls didn't act slutty then I wasn't a good
girl. I was sort of OK with that but it would take some more time
before I fully accepted it.

The next morning I called Kevin. I felt shy, concerned that he thought
less of me after what happened the previous day. (I wasn't yet used to
the idea that he actually wanted me to be a slut.) He was friendly and
thanked me again for being with Joe. I assured him that I had fun and
was happy with what happened even though I felt a little embarrassed.
I asked when I could see him again and he hesitated a bit. "How about
Friday night? Joe is throwing a soir?e to celebrate his recent
promotion and he'd like you to be there."

I was disappointed that I wouldn't see him before Friday but he
explained he'd be busy all week. "Are you going to see another girl?"
I asked, not able to conceal the hurt in my voice.

There was a deep sigh on the line before he lectured me. "Heather, I
told you I'd be seeing other girls. You said you were OK with that,
are you changing your mind? If you call things off with me then you're
denying yourself the sort of thing that happened yesterday. Are you
willing to do that? Don't you think within a month you'd be so
desperate for cock that you'd start sleeping with high school guys at
parties? Once your reputation is ruined at school you might as well
leave town. No girls will be your friend after you fuck their
boyfriends and the guys will only show up to feed you their come. Your
mom will likely find out too. Is that what you want to happen?"

"No, you're right," I admitted. "Can I still call you my boyfriend? Do
other girls call you their boyfriend? Do you consider me your
girlfriend?" I asked, curious. It felt like things had shifted in our
relationship so I wasn't sure.

I could tell Kevin was smiling when he responded. "Sure, I'm your
boyfriend. I think of you as my girlfriend, why not?" he said
casually.

"But what about the other girls you see. Are they your girlfriends
too, what do they call you?" I needed to know.

"Yeah, I guess. I have a few girlfriends. They mean different things
to me. Some of them probably call me their boyfriend, I don't really
ask. These are things that teenage girls worry about, it isn't really
a concern for adults. You'll understand better when you get older,
it's no big deal. Can you handle that?"

"Yeah, OK," I mumbled.

"OK, see you Friday night around 6:30. You should probably eat dinner
first. I'll pick you up at the gas station on the corner. Wear
something nice. Hey, why don't you tell your mom you're spending the
night with a friend so you don't have to be home by 11?" he suggested.

I got off the phone and told mom I'd be sleeping over Friday night at
Tracy's house but she nixed the idea. She wanted me up early on
Saturday for a weekend of house cleaning. Blah. After a bit of begging
she agreed to extend my curfew by one hour. I accepted the midnight
curfew without too much protest, she had grounded me before for
arguing with her. The last thing I wanted was to end up grounded
Friday night and miss the party. Kevin was OK with it too, he promised
I'd be home by midnight.

I didn't think Friday would ever arrive. School is intensely boring
once you discover fucking is so much fun! No wonder parents don't want
the secret out. I ran home Friday after drill team practice and spent
an hour soaking in a bubble bath before washing my hair and
meticulously shaving my legs and bikini line. I helped mom cook dinner
and we caught up on school news and gossip before I returned to the
bathroom to finish getting ready. Poor mom, she thought I had a crush
on Alan in my math class. I kinda did, but he was just a boy my age,
not a real man.

I selected the perfect outfit for the evening: a pleated knee-length
black skirt, strappy black heels, an elegant creme blouse with silk
covered buttons, and a single strand pearl necklace with matching
earrings. I left my make-up subdued and my hair down so mom wouldn't
be too suspicious in case she caught a glimpse of me rushing out of
the house. (She just called out "Be home by midnight!" when she heard
me open the front door so my precautions were unnecessary.)

I timed it so I'd be at the gas station a few blocks away 20 minutes
early. I applied evening make-up and put my hair up in a chignon using
the mirror in the station's restroom. I felt sexy and mature, nobody
would card me if I walked into a bar at that moment.

Kevin pulled up at 6:30 on the nose. "Wow, you look grown-up," he
said. I detected a note of disappointment in his voice.

"Don't you like it?" I asked defensively. "I think I look really good
and you said to wear something nice."

"I'm sorry, you look beautiful. You just normally don't wear so much
make-up and you look younger when your hair is down. You're only 16,
you should enjoy looking 16 as long as it lasts."

"But you didn't know I was 16 when you met me and my hair was down
then," I teased.

Kevin looked at me, amused. "Heather, I knew you weren't 20! I let you
lie about your age, it's never bothered me that you're a teenager. I
actually pegged you at 17 or _maybe_ 18. The idea of you being 17
excited me. It'd been awhile since I picked up a girl so young."

"Really? I thought you believed me. You should be an actor." I stuck
my tongue out at him.

Kevin grinned and pulled onto the street. "I never claimed to believe
you were 20. I didn't know about you being 16 but I did guess 17. So
sue me."

"Hmph."

I settled into the leather passenger seat and adjusted the cool air
vent to point at my face so my make-up didn't melt off. I asked Kevin
who all was invited to the party. He told me it'd be more fun if I
waited to see for myself.

I wasn't sure exactly what would happen that night but I sort of
expected things to eventually end in sex, that's usually what happened
when I visited Kevin. I just wasn't sure if it'd be Kevin and me alone
in his bedroom or a more elaborate scenario.

I felt butterflies in my tummy as we walked up to the house. Kevin
opened the door for me and I expected to encounter a large gathering
of people for some reason. Instead there was just Joe and a girl
sitting in the living room, holding wine glasses. Music was playing
softly in the background.

Joe's face lit up when we entered the room. "Kevin! That took you long
enough. Hi Heather, I'd like you to meet my friend Sherry. Sherry,
this is Heather, Kevin's friend."

Sherry stood and walked towards me, offering her hand. I shook it
politely and said hello, chagrined that my cheeks were blushing. (She
probably had no idea I was fucking Joe just six days earlier within
feet of where she was standing.) I noticed her red fingernails and
regretted not painting mine. She gave Kevin a small friendly wave and
smile.

I quickly assessed Sherry's looks. She was taller and heavier than me
but she carried it well, her curves were in the right places and she
had a round bottom that stuck out seductively. She was wearing a
clingy little black dress that accentuated her large breasts and I'm
sure the men enjoyed it when she turned around and gave them a good
look at her ass too. I guessed her age at around 25. Her dark hair was
in ringlets and her puffy red lips relaxed in a natural pout.

Kevin looked around and asked Joe, "Where's Paul? He was here when I
left."

"He'll be back soon. Luke called to say his car is in the shop being
detailed and his wife took off for the weekend in her car. He didn't
want to miss tonight so Paul volunteered to get him."

I sat down on an expensive looking chair with an embroidered cushion.
Joe handed me a glass of white wine and Kevin sat down next to Sherry
on the couch. I looked at them chatting together and wondered how well
they knew each other. I assumed she was Joe's girlfriend, did Kevin
have sex with her too? Jealousy consumed me but my pussy was quickly
soaked, just the mental image of Kevin plowing into her turned me on.
I stood up to avoid leaving a wet spot on my skirt and the seat
cushion.

There was a few minutes of pleasant small talk before Paul showed up
with Luke. I guessed Luke was around 40, kind of soft in the belly but
tall so it balanced out fine. Did his wife know where he was? Probably
not. Joe introduced Luke to me before inviting us to sit on the deck
in the backyard. I watched Luke and Kevin shake hands and exchange
greetings like old pals who hadn't seen each other in a few months.

As our small party moved outside I thought about what it'd be like to
have sex with Luke, would that happen before the evening was over? I
was surprised at myself when I realized how much I wanted it to
happen. He was good looking in a fatherly sort of way, friendly and
groomed. He dressed better than the fathers of all my friends, that's
for sure. He clearly had money and he was married. I was almost
ashamed at how much that excited me. My dad left mom after she
discovered his affair with a younger girl at the office. How could I
be so turned on by the idea of helping a man cheat on his wife?

It felt great to be outside on the deck in the slight Summer breeze.
The pool looked inviting. Joe refilled all the wine glasses and
cleared his throat to speak. "Now that we're all here, a toast. To
friendship and great sex." The four men laughed and clinked glasses.
Sherry giggled and poked Joe in the ribs. Kevin caught me eye and
winked at me before turning his attention to the other men.

Sherry walked over to where I was standing and purred, "Hey Sugar,
let's sit down and chat off to the side over here." She took my arm
and steered me towards two cushioned metal chairs on either side of a
small round table. "So how long have you known Kevin?" she inquired as
we sat down, her eyes twinkling.

"We met in late March so about 2 and a half months. How long have you
known Joe?" I asked.

"A couple years. Kevin introduced us." She looked at me knowingly.

"Oh," I said a bit stunned. "So you knew Kevin first? Does that mean .
. . ?"

"Right." Sherry casually picked at a bit of lint on her dress. "Kevin
and I were lovers first. Well you understand how things work around
here."

I nodded. There was an empty feeling in my stomach. "I've been with
Joe too," I said, feeling spiteful and hoping it made her sick with
jealousy.

Sherry smiled at me patiently. "I know. Joe told me about it. You're
so young, I'm almost jealous. I'm 24, which is getting old for these
guys. Just kidding. Well, sorta kidding. Anyway, Joe had a good time
with you." She indicated the group of men with her wine glass. "So
what do you think of Luke?"

"He's OK, kinda old but not gross. He looks rich. Have you two . . .
?" I took a sip from my glass, not sure how to ask without sounding
crass.

"Sure, several times." Sherry shrugged. "He's not so bad, he has a
nice thick dick. Besides, 42 isn't that old."

"I guess not," I said, picturing what Luke would look like naked.
"What about his wife, does she know about, um, these parties?"

"No, most of the wives don't know." Sherry shook her head and laughed
softly in a ha-ha-if-they-only-knew way. "Luke's wife is a bitch. I
think the only reason Luke stays married is because her Daddy owns the
company he works for and he's in a senior position. They have four
kids too, all under 18. Alimony and child support would cramp his
style, especially if his Father-in-Law fired him."

"Hmmm. So how many . . . friends does Joe have? Male friends I mean."

"Several. You'll meet all of them in time if you decide to stick
around."

"Why do you stick around?" Sherry was talkative so I didn't feel too
weird asking her so many questions.

"Well . . . Joe is really careful about the men he introduces to us
girls. I enjoy the money, some of the men buy me gifts and it's not
difficult to find one who will cover my rent and car payment,
especially if I rotate them around on a schedule of sorts and don't
ask too often. The sex is fun too, don't get me wrong. I like that
part of it a lot. And nobody expects me to get married and have
several kids and do the laundry. My mom was a housewife, I never want
to be trapped in that lifestyle. I like what I have a lot better.
Sometimes I'm asked to be with men that aren't . . . well, they
wouldn't be my first choice. But it's part of the game and if you
close your eyes it's never unbearable."

"OK, thanks for the advice. I've been wondering about something else.
How many girls are there?" I set down my wine glass so it wasn't
obvious that I was nervously shaking.

Sherry waved her hand. "Pfft, the number is always changing. Kevin and
Paul pick up a lot of girls but not all of them pass the initial
inspection. They have to show signs they're willing to be with more
than one guy before anything actually happens. Some only try it a few
times and they decide to get out, no big deal. You know, there are
cameras in the house recording stuff so they can't claim they were
raped or blackmail the guys." She stopped when she saw my expression.

"Cameras?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"Oh, I thought you knew." Sherry patted my arm reassuringly. "They
should have told you by now, just so you know not to try anything
funny with the police. Joe showed me some of the video from last
Saturday, I wouldn't have guessed it was your first time with them
both, you looked so relaxed."

She saw the tape? That made me uncomfortable thinking about what was
done to me and what was said on Saturday. "What do they do with these
tapes?"

"Joe keeps them all in the house. He has them cataloged by girl and
then by date. I heard a rumor that one girl threatened to go to the
cops but after Joe made her watch all the tapes of her being fucked
and obviously enjoying it she backed down. He promised to make copies
and send them to the cops, all her friends, co-workers, and family if
she breathed a word. It's just a rumor, Joe won't confirm if it really
happened. He likes to watch them when he's being, ah, serviced. He
watched the video from Saturday a few days ago while I gave him head.
He came sooner than normal." Sherry winked at me and I squirmed. There
was a small awkward silence before she spoke again.

"You actually remind me a lot of myself when I first started. My phone
number is ###-7437. That's easy to remember, you probably have the
same prefix and 7437 is S-H-E-R. Get it? Sher for Sherry! Call me if
you have more questions, I'm not sure when we'll be invited to the
same party again."

"Hey that's pretty cool. Um, if I did the same thing my number would
be ###-HEAT!" We both had a good laugh over that.

"Speaking of heat, I have an idea. Let's go swimming!" Sherry stood
and finished off her glass of wine.

"I didn't bring a suit, did you?" I asked naively.

"Sugar, we don't need suits here. Didn't you notice the privacy fence?
The tallest guy in the world can't see over it. Let's give our boys a
thrill."

I felt a teensy bit reluctant. "OK, you first."

Sherry didn't need my encouragement. She turned and held up her hair
so I could unzip her dress. Kevin noticed this and nudged Paul next to
him. All four men went silent, watching to see what'd happen next.
Sherry let the dress fall into a puddle of rayon at her feet. "Unhook
my bra," she whispered. I did as she asked and she gracefully removed
it, dropping it next to the dress before kicking off her heels. I
wasn't surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties.

"I'm going swimming boys, who wants to join me?" she called out as she
walked to the edge of the pool and dipped in one foot.

The men applauded and cheered. Joe said, "I think Heather should join
you and we'll just enjoy the view." The three other men voiced their
approval.

Sherry beckoned me closer. "The water feels great!" she assured me.

"OK, why the hell not," I giggled and swallowed the remaining contents
of my second glass of wine. The alcohol was going to my head and I
suddenly felt tipsy and adventurous. I removed my clothing and draped
the skirt and blouse over the back of a chair. I also took off my
necklace and earrings, not sure how chlorine would affect the pearls.
Luke leaned over and said something to Kevin and the men all nodded in
agreement.

Sherry was already in the pool, lazily doing a modified back stroke. I
almost dove in but then remembered my hair and make-up so I slid into
the pool carefully. Determined not to get my head wet I treaded water
in the middle while Sherry swam around me. "Don't dunk or splash me,"
I warned her. "I hate raccoon eyes and I'm not sure if this mascara is
waterproof."

Sherry swam close to me, her large breasts bobbing to the surface.
"OK, no dunking. Hey, I bet Luke wants you first. Before me I mean.
He's had me before, I think he'd like to do you first."

"Oooookay," I breathed deeply trying to clear my head. "If that's what
the guys want. I wasn't really sure what to expect tonight. This is my
first party here you know."

"No problem, just follow my lead. You'll have fun. And remember you
can leave at any time. Nobody will stop you if you want to leave, just
get dressed first. We don't need naked girls running down the street,
it'd attract the wrong kind of attention." She made a move to splash
me but stopped and giggled. "No drunking, no splashing."

I laughed. "You said drunking, I think you're drunk. How much wine did
you have before I got here?" Sherry just giggled again and swam off.

Bored with treading water I started doing laps using the breast stroke
so most of my face would stay dry. The men were sitting beside the
pool eating small finger food off trays and commenting on our display
of skin. "If you girls get hungry you're welcome to eat too," Joe
offered.

"He doesn't mean cheese and crackers," Paul joked lamely. 

"I'm hungry!" Sherry shouted and climbed out of the pool using the
ladder. She squeezed water out of her hair and then scooped a cushion
off a chair. "Who first?" she asked, swinging the cushion playfully.
She popped a cracker into her mouth.

Kevin patted his thigh. "We've already decided, me first." Sherry
dropped the cushion in front of his feet and kneeled down. I could
only see the back of her head from my vantage point in the pool. I
swam to the ladder and propped myself up to see what was happening.
Sherry was leaning forward and her head covered Kevin's lap. I knew
she had his cock in her mouth and my insides burned. Kevin smiled at
me and moaned. "You're the best cock sucker Sherry, your mouth was
made to suck cock." I wanted to push her to the side and take over,
prove that I could do it just as good! Instead I watched silently, my
heart rate skyrocketing.

"I hate to delay any satisfaction for you Kevin but I really think we
should move this indoors. It's a lot more comfortable in there, yes?"
Joe suggested. Kevin groaned and pushed Sherry's head away. "OK, let's
go." Luke reached out his hand and pulled me out of the pool, admiring
my body with a soft whistle. Paul found two towels in the linen closet
and handed them over. Sherry and I took a minute to dry off outside
alone.

"Are you OK?" Sherry asked. "You know I still have sex with Kevin.
It's just sex, it's no big deal."

"I'm OK," I sighed. "It's weird actually seeing it. He's told me about
being with other girls, I just didn't know what it'd feel like to
watch."

"I understand, you'll learn to enjoy it. I promise. I didn't like it
at first either. It's all about pleasure, you'll eventually want him
to feel good even if it's with someone else. Gimme a hug," she smiled,
reaching out to me. It felt kind of weird to hug another naked girl
but her breasts were soft and squished on top of mine. It was comfy
and I understood why men like it so much.

We left our clothing outside and joined the four guys in the living
room. The lights were low and the draperies were closed covering the
picture window. Kevin and Luke were sitting on the couch. Kevin
pointed at Sherry and said "We have some unfinished business. C'mere
slut." She quickly dropped to her knees in front of him and resumed
her sucking. Kevin cradled her head in his hands and closed his eyes,
his jaw slack.

Joe approached me and put his hand on my shoulder. "I think someone
would like to get to know you better baby." We both looked at Luke who
was already unbuckling his belt. "But first let's take down your hair.
It looks so pretty when it's down." He clumsily tried to remove a
bobby pin. I took over, removing the pins and rubberband and handed
them to Joe. I combed my curls out with my fingers while Joe murmured
his appreciation. "OK, now you're ready baby. Go to Luke."

It felt like a dream as I walked over to Luke and knelt down. "Hi
Heather," Luke said, almost shyly. "Hi," I whispered back, my eyes
downcast. Sherry was right, he did have a nice cock. It was larger and
thicker than I expected. I glanced to my left and watched Kevin's cock
disappear into Sherry's mouth, her lips like two puckered red pillows.
He was looking at me and nodding encouragingly. "Go ahead," Kevin
said. "Suck him, I know you want to."

I leaned forward and Luke guided my mouth down onto his cock. I loved
the feeling of his hands gripping my head, pushing me down onto him. I
wasn't being forced, I wanted to be there, but I liked the sensation
of being forced.

Within a minute Kevin had to stop Sherry. He complained her sucking
skills were _too_ good, she always got him off too soon that way. Paul
eagerly took Kevin's place on the couch and Sherry went down on him. I
almost bit down on Luke when I realized that Kevin was kneeling behind
Sherry, about to enter her from behind while she sucked Paul's cock.

"Her cunt is sopping wet," Kevin announced after Sherry's pussy
enveloped him. "Hey slut, I think you enjoy showing off for your new
friend."

Sherry paused her sucking and giggled, glancing over at me. "You might
be right. Fuck me hard you stud."

I then felt someone kneeling behind me. It had to be Joe, the other
three men were already occupied. "Keep sucking baby," he whispered.
"I'm just going to enjoy your tight pussy." The sensation of feeling
two cocks inside me simultaneously almost pushed me over the edge into
an instant orgasm. I groaned loudly around Luke's cock and the men
laughed at my obvious sign pleasure.

"She's a natural Kevin, you sure know how to pick 'em!" Joe said.
"She's so tight I can't help but want to come, damn it!" He stopped
after a few minutes of pounding me from behind. "Luke, you've gotta
feel this cunt, get down here. I'll switch with ya." Joe and Luke
swapped places and they both wasted no time in slipping back into me.
Luke felt even larger than he looked, it's true what they say about
girth being better than length.

"Holy Shit, you weren't kidding!" Luke moaned after he sunk into me.
"She's fucking hot. And she's only 16, Christ forgive me, I have a 15
year old daughter. Fuck. This bitch is gonna milk all the come out of
me."

"Think about baseball," Kevin joked, still pounding Sherry. "Just wait
until I train her ass, think how that'll feel."

Luke groaned again, his cock fucking in and out of my pussy. "Don't
tease me man."

That gave Sherry an idea. She stopped sucking Paul and purred. "Kevin,
I want you in my ass now. Fuck my ass please. It feels sooooo good
when you do that. I want Heather to watch."

I let Joe's cock pop out of my mouth and turned my head to look. I had
heard about anal sex but never considered it. It sounded too painful
to even contemplate but Sherry was claiming it felt good? Joe was
interested in watching too so he didn't complain that I stopped
sucking him, he just placed my hand around his cock and encouraged me
to stroke it.

Kevin liked Sherry's idea. "You wanna be my ass slut tonight, do ya?
OK, you're wet enough, get ready." Kevin repositioned himself and
slooooowly sank his cock into her soft round bottom.

Sherry was squealing and panting, gripping the edge of the couch
tightly, her head resting in Paul's lap. Her face was turned to me so
I could clearly see the look of pleasure on her face. "Yes yes yes
yes!" She whimpered.

Kevin growled deep in his throat. "This ass was made for fucking. I
love fucking you Sherry."

"Fuck my ass harder Kevin, show Heather how it's done." Sherry
whimpered loudly. Her eyes looked glassy and unfocused, she was in a
state of unmistakable bliss.

Paul stroked Sherry's head in his lap, just enjoying the visual. It's
not every day a man gets to experience a girl begging to be fucked
hard in the ass right in front of his eyes. "You look so hot," Paul
said softly to her, stroking her hair. "Kevin's pounding your ass and
you look so hot."

"Oh God, I'm coming! He's fucking my ass and I'm coming!" Sherry
squealed.

In response to Sherry's orgasm Kevin starting coming inside her and at
the same moment Luke slammed into my pussy and experienced his own
orgasm. "There's nothing like watching two sluts get filled with
come," Joe commented and Paul agreed.

Kevin left the room and returned with two wet washcloths. He handed
one to Sherry and instructed her to clean off his cock. He tossed the
other to me and I cleaned off Luke as gently as possible. "OK, never
let it be said that I don't look out for my girls. Sherry, I know you
just came on my cock but I don't think Heather has yet." I shook my
head no, I hadn't come that evening. He knew how much I loved orgasms.

"Heather, position yourself on the floor," Kevin instructed. "On your
back." I did as he asked, assuming he'd then have Paul or Joe take me.
"Sherry, I'd like you to eat Luke's come out of Heather's sloppy
pussy."

Oh God, he was telling Sherry to eat me. She eagerly crawled over to
me. "It's OK Sugar," she murmured. "This will feel good and I really
like doing it. Just close your eyes if you get freaked out." She
spread my knees with her hands and lowered herself between them.

The first thing I noticed was the sensation of soft girl skin brushing
against the inside of my thighs. I was accustomed to Kevin's scruffy 5
o'clock shadow scraping against me, Sherry's smooth face felt
different . . . and I had to admit it felt a lot better. Her tongue
gently lapped at my pussy, like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk. I
moaned and covered my face with my hands. I was embarrassed thinking
about the cameras recording this scene on the living room floor. But
my desire for an orgasm quickly won me over, I wanted to come so bad
and I no longer cared that it was another girl between my legs, it
felt soft and good and that's all that mattered. I spread my legs
wider, encouraging her to probe deeper with her tongue and fingers.

After several minutes of watching Sherry lick my pussy Joe got off the
couch and slapped Sherry's bottom. "Put your ass up in the air. Keep
eating her but I want your pussy tonight too." She complied without
hesitation and propped herself up on her knees so Joe would have
access. I watched over Sherry's head as Joe slid into her. He spoke
directly to me. "I really enjoy fucking you baby, you're so tight, but
there's something special about Sherry's pussy. She can teach you a
few things, pay attention." Just then Sherry's tongue hit my clit in
such a way that I came hard, arching my back and pushing myself up
into her face so she wouldn't stop licking too soon.

"You made the slut come, now you'll be rewarded," Joe said to Sherry.
She squealed with every slam, urging him to take her even harder.

Paul held up his hand. "I have the unique distinction of being the
only man in the room who hasn't fucked Heather. Can I get me some of
that famous 16 year old cunt too?"

Kevin reached down to help me off the floor. "Absolutely. Heather,
will you take care of Paul?" I nodded, sleepy from my own orgasm and
the wine.

Paul motioned me over to him. "Climb on top of me, I want a couch
bounce." I straddled his thighs and lowered my dripping pussy onto his
stiff cock.

Paul groaned. "You guys warned me but I had no idea. If she feels this
tight after you guys have stretched her out how does she feel when
you're first for the day?"

Kevin laughed. "Even better my friend. Maybe you'll find out for
yourself soon enough."

Kevin approached me from behind. He started slapping my bottom
whenever I sank down on Paul's cock. Up and down. <spank> Up and down.
<spank> Over and over. It felt incredible. "Did you watch me fuck
Sherry's ass?" he whispered in my right ear.

"Yessssss!" I hissed.

<spank>

"Did you watch her come? <spank> Didn't that look good?"

<spank>

"Yes, I loved it," I mewed.

<spank>

"I'll do that to you someday." Kevin reached down and gently stroked
my bottom, reddened from his spanking. "You'll come while I fuck your
ass too. Does this feel good?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, I want you inside me too!" I whined.

"OK, I'll start training your ass soon. You'll make a great ass slut."

Paul groaned quietly. "All your talk of fucking this slut's ass is
gonna make me come. Oh God, yes!" he groaned and threw his head back
against the couch. I felt Paul's come shoot up inside me and stopped
moving. Kevin lifted me off Paul and placed me back on the floor. I
was so exhausted I fell asleep right there within seconds.

When I woke up three of the men were in the room, chatting and sipping
drinks, but I couldn't see Joe or Sherry.

"Well Sleeping Beauty is awake," Kevin smiled down at me. 

"What time is it?" I asked, groggy and concerned, looking for a clock.

Kevin knelt next to me and brushed the hair off my sticky face. "Don't
worry, it's almost 10:30. You've only been asleep for 15 minutes. You
missed Joe dumping his come into Sherry, that's all. They're upstairs
taking a shower. You can fall asleep again, I'll wake you at 11 so
you'll be home by midnight."

That sounded like such a superb idea I went right back to sleep
without any thoughts of my nakedness or the come dripping out of me.
True to his word, Kevin woke me up at 11 and led me stumbling to the
shower so I could wash away the evening's evidence. He then drove me
home and I made it through the front door with 10 minutes to spare.

It wasn't until I was in my bed drifting off to sleep that I realized
only three of the four men had fucked me at the party. Kevin didn't
stick his cock in me even once, he only used Sherry and he used her
three ways: mouth, pussy, and ass! I think he was trying to teach me a
lesson, hmm?

Well David, it's taken me three nights to write all this and I want to
send it off to you before it gets too long. I promise I'll talk about
my experiences with spanking and bondage and other fun stuff in the
next e-mail.

Love,
Heather

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