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Author's note
You'll notice a complete lack of concern in this text for disease
and contraception. That's because it's FANTASY, dude, and that
stuff just gets in the way. In real life, you'd be nuts to engage
in these acts without protection.
When I write for fun there's no editor to give me feedback, so
informed criticism is always welcome. Enjoy, and please write
with comments and opinions.
This may be just for fun, but it is copyrighted, and reproduction
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In Debt Up To Her Rear (MF MM+F, oral anal drug)
(c) 2002 by Nicolo "Loco" Parenti - nicoloco@hotpop.com
Laura Hayes was waking up, but it didn't feel like a typical weekend
morning. She wasn't coming out of a pleasant dream. She couldn't hear
the usual stirrings of her westside Cleveland neighborhood. Billy wasn't
spooned against her with an insistent hardon; her bed seemed harder and
smelled... odd. She didn't seem to be wearing her nightgown. And she
couldn't move.
Laura wasn't at home, and it wasn't morning. Her sleep wasn't the slumber
that comes after a day of honest work and play. It had been induced with a
careful blend of a fast-acting soporific and a longer-acting hypnotic, to
put her out fast and to keep her confused, pliable, and mildly amnesiac
once she awoke. She'd eventually remember everything that was done to her
(well, almost everything) but for now her world was limited and hazy.
.........
As a teen, Laura (then O'Malley) was somewhere between cute and stunning
-- not a classic beauty or a fashion model, but still, most men gave a
look when she passed, and most then looked again. Five-four and 110 lbs,
with grey-green eyes and softly curled blonde hair, she was a '60s
California surfer girl in a Ohio time warp. Her 34B-22-34 body didn't
ooze sex, but she had a freshness and spirit that made her seem just a
little bit more alive, more present, and which hinted that if you were
the lucky one, you were in for a joyful and enthusiastic ride.
Her boyfriend Billy could vouch for that. They'd been neighborhood friends
since grade school, and grew closer in their teens. Billy was a year
older, and after he broke up with her older sister, he and Laura drifted
together until they were a couple. Billy wasn't the star quarterback or
the captain of the debate team. He was just a guy who liked a little beer,
a little dope, and a good time. And to everyone who knew him he was never
William or even Bill -- just, you know, Billy.
Their first time was a classic story -- both a little stoned, fooling
around in the back of his mom's van after an evening of cruising. Though
neither spoke it, each sensed that something was in the air. As they
kissed, his hand cupped her breast; her fingers brushed his boner. It had
all happened before, but this time her hand did more. It pressed, it
squeezed... tonight she wanted that cock where she could see it.
For his part, Billy went beyond caressing her pert braless breasts. He
kneaded and tweaked them and rolled their rigid peaks with his palms, and
when his hand drifted lower, Laura didn't resist. Her legs parted to
invite him to her itching crotch, which he, as deftly as possible for a
16-year-old virgin, did his best to unsnap, unzip, and uncover. She
fumbled with his pants, eager to explore the knobby rod that until now
only her fingertips had known.
And soon they were naked. Laura was fascinated by his penis, and Billy by,
well, just about everything. As she grasped and pulled and stroked his
erection, he explored her tits, giving extra attention to her stiffened
nipples, then kissed his way from her neck down to her navel, and beyond.
Billy was no fool, he knew that his best shot at pleasure was to please
his woman first. Plus, he wanted Laura as hot as he could get her. Though
a stranger to the act, he still knew plenty about eating pussy from
reading and from locker room talk. So after a decent amount of nipping and
sucking at her B-cup tits, he dove.
Her blonde muff was already moist as his tongue licked and probed her
outer lips, teasing them open to get at the sweet nectar within. His
fingers and tongue found her sopping entrance, and even made a foray
toward her puckered rosebud. To Laura, it was all good, and it was driving
her crazy. She humped and moaned and pulled at her nipples; he poked and
slurped, and when he hit the spot he'd heard so much about, Laura let him
know he'd arrived at her clit by shouting, convulsing and shuddering with
the first orgasm she'd ever had with someone else.
Coming down from an amazing high, Laura was suffused with love for her
Billy. She wanted only to give him as much pleasure as he had given her.
Like Billy, she knew the theory of oral sex, and now wanted to put into
practice what some of her friends had giggled and whispered about. She
cupped his balls with one hand, grasped his root with the other, and began
her days as a cock sucker.
She started by licking around the head, enjoying its earthy aroma and
spongy feel. She was intrigued by the slit on the tip, and probed it
gently to get a taste of the liquid it exuded. Tentatively, she moved her
lips over the crown and slipped an inch inside, then two, then more. She
knew about watching her teeth, lest she ruin the moment for her lover, so
she sucked carefully as she pistoned the end of his prick into and out of
her lovely ovalled lips, caressing the fleshy underside with her tongue.
She tried for more, but couldn't take it all without gagging.
With no direct experience of men, she wasn't aware that she had a big one
on her hands, and now in her mouth. Billy was a respectable eight inches
with a distinct upward curve and a proud purplish head. He was also about
two seconds from blowing his first load ever into a girl's face. He cried
out a garbled warning, but it didn't matter. Laura felt his balls tense as
his dick swelled and the first jet of semen blasted into her sweet mouth.
She knew what to expect, but she didn't know just how much. In surprise
she let him slip from her lips, but the gouts of sperm kept coming, and
before she could recover, her nose, forehead and blonde curls were sticky
with the stuff. As quickly as she could she took him back into her mouth
to get the rest.
As you might imagine, "the rest" was considerable. A horny 16-year old
with an 8-inch prick and a bloated scrotum had enough left to fill her
cock-stuffed mouth to overflowing. She swallowed some (not bad, she
thought), and some leaked out and dripped onto her lovely young chest.
Laura moaned and sucked as Billy's prick softened in her mouth, not
wanting it to end so soon. He fell from her lips with a soft pop, and they
collapsed onto the van's carpet in post-orgasmic bliss. But this wasn't
the end of the meal, it was just the salad course...
Billy's hands and mouth never left Laura's slim young body, caressing and
tonguing her everywhere he could reach as they relaxed in a warm
afterglow, even kissing away some of the spermy goo from her face and
tits. Laura was busy too, pulling and stroking his limp member and giving
it an occasional sloppy kiss.
Laura was jazzed. She wanted more, she wanted it all. She needed to feel
this prick do what she knew it should. And Billy began to respond. With
the vigor of youth on his side -- not to mention a sexy blonde teenager
sucking his dick -- he rose to the occasion again.
This time his pussy-licking had a new aim -- to get her nectar flowing so
his stiff curved rod could ease into what he instinctively knew would be
the tightest fit of its life. A few nips at her clit, a grand tour of the
inner lips, and a gentle probing of both her nether holes soon had Laura
squirming and begging for Billy to hurry up and put it in. She wanted to
fuck, so fuck her he did.
Snapshot: Laura flat on her back in the rear of the van, her legs up and
bent at the knees, spread as far as the car would allow. Snapshot: Billy
resting on his elbows above her, the tip of his cock nestled in her curly
blond muff, poised at her oven-hot opening. All it needed was a push, and
it came from both of them at once, as Laura thrust upward to meet Billy
thrusting forward. Her cunt yielded to his cock, and just like that the
head was fitted into the snug and silky sheath it was made to fill.
Forward and inward he pressed, inch by precious inch into the depths of
his first fuck, his wonderful Laura.
For Laura there was no pain, only a fabulous sensation of fullness. No
hymen blocked Billy's progress, thanks to a few overly enthusiastic
sessions with the handle of her hairbrush. All there was, was the amazing
feeling of his bulbous cockhead parting places she hadn't known she
possessed, with the rigid shaft behind it keeping her open, and stuffed.
He was in her up to his balls.
Then it was being withdrawn, and for a moment Laura knew a great sense of
loss. But only for a moment, as Billy pushed back in, working up to a
rhythm as old as man and woman. If asked they might have said they were
making love, but in truth this was just plain fucking: he was fucking her
and she was fucking back.
It didn't last as long as it seemed to the two teen lovers, maybe ten
minutes, maybe fifteen. But during that time Laura came and came again,
her pussy clenching and releasing in waves that, had he not just shot a
gallon a few minutes before, would have sent Billy over the edge in
seconds.
As it was, when his orgasm came it surprised them both, for its suddenness
and for the quantity of semen he managed to produce -- again. It squished
and frothed around her pussy mouth and flowed past her matted bush, down
her crack and onto her asshole, giving her a tingle that hinted at joys
yet undiscovered, worlds yet unexplored. They rested, they cuddled, they
licked each other clean and then, ah wonder of youth, they did it all
again...
.........
But that was a long while ago, when she was still Laura O'Malley and real
life was just a dream. In the eight years since, she and Billy Hayes
graduated from college, married, and settled down near their old
neighborhood. They tried for kids but something didn't click, so for now
it was just the two of them, their jobs, and their weekends.
Sex was still good, great at times, and both had tested the limits of what
their friendship, and then their marriage, would allow. There wasn't an
act or position or even a combination they wouldn't try. At school he'd
managed to take her ass, and a few of her friends', while she and those
friends had discovered that Billy's cock was larger and more vigorous than
a dozen others on campus.
Laura was the more ambitious of the two, while Billy was content with a
more casual life, working as a truck driver, landscaper, and occasionally
as road manager for one forgettable rock act or another. Billy's contacts
in the music world assured them a steady supply of primo weed, and he
wound up dealing a little on the side. Just for friends, you know, and
just to supplement Laura's salary a little.
Their weekend lifestyle often saw them partying until dawn with
like-minded friends and couples. The pot and booze encouraged a loose
intimacy among their crowd, and while they were high nobody much minded if
Laura blew Alex, or Billy cornholed Jessica, as long as it was out in the
open, just for sport.
If the dope was a source of pleasure, it was also the root of Laura's
current predicament. Billy's side dealing had grown almost without his
realizing it until he was moving a pound a week. His laid-back,
non-business style soon had him behind on payments, unsure where all the
weed had gone, and drawing the attention of some sharks higher up the food
chain. By the time he realized with dismay that he was 6 grand to the bad
with the heavy boys, it was too late. The piper had to be paid, and the
piggy bank was empty.
Would you sell your wife or girlfriend's ass to save your own? Most people
will never confront that question, but as Billy saw it he had no choice.
They had no savings, and certainly didn't own enough stuff to hock for
$6,000. Their relatives might have helped some, but then they'd know what
a dick he was. Besides, they'd never be able to help enough. No, as Billy
saw it his one asset was a pretty face on a surfer-girl body, and a pussy
that still dripped honey when it was stroked.
So Billy hatched a plan.
.........
"She's coming around, I saw her eyes move." Laura heard the deep bass
voice as if from another room. Her eyes were indeed moving, and soon they
fluttered open. Focusing was still a few minutes away, but she could tell
that she was in a dimly lit room and that she wasn't alone.
"'Bout time. I'm bored with fingering a dead pussy, I need one that knows
I'm here," said another man, much closer by. Oh my, Laura wondered, what's
all this?
"Hey, that pussy knew it was getting some love, or it wouldn't have been
juicing like that," joked a third. "It's the rest of the girl that I want.
Gotta try that ass."
"C'mon, chickie, join the living. Wouldn't want to miss the party, would
you?" coaxed a fourth. Good god, she thought. How many of them are there?
Well, there were twelve. A dozen naked guys of every size and hue, and as
her vision cleared and her muscles started to respond, Laura strained to
see them.
She was on her back in a queen bed, none too clean if the odor of dried
semen was any guide, in a good-sized room. There were windows, but they
were covered by heavy drapes. What light there was came from a few flood
lamps trained on the bed -- on her, on her nude young body, spread and
vulnerable and displayed for a dozen pairs of eyes, available to a dozen
cocks and mouths.
Chairs lined the walls, and most of them were occupied by men. Some were
reading newspapers, some were smoking or nursing drinks, some were just
sitting and watching Laura. A few were idly stroking erections as they
watched and waited. A couple of them were on the bed with her, tweaking
this and probing that. One man had his thumb in her pussy and two fingers
working some lube into her ass -- he held her essence like you would a
bowling ball.
"Well now, welcome darlin'," drawled one of the watchers as he rose from
his seat and approached the bed, his cock swaying. "Glad you could join
us." He leaned over to plant a sloppy kiss on Laura's mouth, insinuating
his tongue between her lips and probing past her teeth. He smelled vaguely
of booze and tobacco. "Mmmm, you are some sweet thing. I do believe you're
the cutest young piece we've had here in some time."
The others left the bed as he moved his head down to her chest and sucked
at her nipples, which to Laura's embarrassment responded by rising and
stiffening. She tried to resist but the most she could manage was to twist
her head to the side -- for some reason the rest of her body didn't want
to obey her, and her voice was just a painful croak.
The man was average sized and average looking -- the sort you wouldn't
notice in a crowd. "I'm Joe," he said, gesturing vaguely at the room, "and
these are some of my pals." His pals included quite a variety: black,
white, Hispanic, Asian; from fit young men in their twenties to at least
one heavy old man with greying stubble.
"All these fine men paid me some hard earned cash to use this sweet young
body of yours, and I aim to let 'em do just that. Go along and you'll be
back where we took you from by morning. You might even enjoy some of this.
Well... probably not," he chuckled, "but you never know."
"Since this is my party, I guess I get first crack," he said, reaching
between her open legs and parting her outer lips with his fingers, "and
right here's the crack I want." He tongued her mouth again, saying, "This
might be your last kiss of the evening, sugar, 'cause pretty soon those
lips will be covered with jism and only old Harry here has a taste for
that." He nodded to indicate the unshaven old man.
"Oh, you might wonder why you can't move or talk right now. That's just
the dope Doc gave you, it'll wear off in a few minutes. When it does
you'll be movin' just fine, honey, fucking back if I'm any judge, and
begging for more cock."
Laura had no idea where she was, or how long she'd been doped. But she
figured that while she was out the men had fondled and probed her in
anticipation. Her asshole was wet and slippery, prepared for an assault.
Her pubes were slightly swollen and she knew that more than one crude
digit had fingered her hairlined slit. She noticed all of this as Joe
climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between her thighs, and began
stroking his (average) penis to a full cockstand.
He rubbed his stiff prick against her lower lips, parting them a little
more with each stroke, until the head was lodged at her inner mouth. Then
slowly but firmly he pushed himself inside, all the way in her, until his
balls rested against her ass. He grinned and craned his head to suck some
more at her perky tits.
Then he was withdrawing, then plunging in deeply, then again, and each
time his tight ball sack slapped her ass. With machine-like patience he
pistoned into her, shifting and twisting just enough to make it a royal
screwing that touched all her secret places, while occasionally inserting
a thumb into her ass or biting gently at her nipples.
Motion and sensation came flooding back to the lovely young girl, and the
first feeling she knew for sure was his coarse crotch hairs tickling her
clit just as it was rubbed by the root of his dick. In spite of this crude
violation, she was turning on.
She found her voice, too, but the sound she made wasn't a cry for help or
a plea for mercy -- it was the low moan of a woman at the edge of an
orgasm. With her body being used by a man she didn't know, her sex
invaded by an unknown cock, her ass greased for action, on a bed never
slept in, in a room filled with watching strangers -- Laura climaxed.
Around the room men exchanged nods and smiles... Joe had done it again.
Then Joe was right there with her, stiffening and grunting and pumping a
copious load into her love canal. "What a sweet pussy!" he exclaimed. "You
guys have got to try this out." Silly man, they thought. What else are we
here for?
As Joe moved up to have Laura clean off his softening dick, another man
took his place between her thighs, his cock already stiffened by what he'd
just witnessed, and began to fuck her. This one was a little older, Laura
saw, and his technique a little cruder, but his dick still fit her pussy
and there was still plenty of friction in spite of the load Joe had pumped
into her.
Laura was just beginning to feel the stirrings of an orgasm when her
current lover blasted into her and rolled away, just as Joe's spit-slick
dick popped out of her mouth. She protested feebly as weights shifted on
the bed, but in truth she was a goner. These guys were going to take their
turns, and Laura was going to take their cocks, and that was that.
Cooperation might make it easier, and she didn't want to find out the
alternative.
A younger man with a strong cock and a hearty appetite fucked her the same
way for a good ten minutes before coming in her snatch, but the next man
wanted something different. This time it was a black man named Ron, one of
two she'd noticed. His wasn't the storied flagpole of the mythical Black
Man, but his prick was still a substantial piece of meat, and he wanted
her on her knees from behind.
He flipped her over, pulled her waist upward, and worked his fat eight
inches into her sperm-soaked pussy. As he plundered her, his fingers
played with her asshole, and now and then one or two would venture inside.
Laura couldn't stand it, she had to come... With a big black dick in her
pussy and two, no three, fingers in her rectum, Laura shouted and moaned
and let go completely. She shuddered and fell limply forward, away from
the invading cock and hand.
But her current fucker hadn't gotten his nut, so while Laura was still
dazed from her orgasm, he pulled her back up into position and inserted
himself once more into her tender flesh. Difference was, this time he
reached a little higher and his cock found the spot his fingers had just
expanded. He slipped into her ass and groaned as her hot dry channel
opened like a flower before his iron-hard prick. He moved in short strokes
to work the lube into her anal passage, and soon was buried in it.
Laura was out of it, grunting incoherently and trying to brace herself
against the rectal invasion. She'd had cocks in her ass before, but this
one was even bigger than Billy's, and after the initial discomfort it felt
remarkable. Eventually they found a rhythm that suited them both, and her
hand moved back to explore her slit and rub her pleasure spot. Ron plunged
and twisted and played with her dangling breasts, pulling on the nipples
as Laura pulled on her clit. The sensations overwhelmed them both, and as
she came again, so did Ron, sending pulse after creamy pulse into her
overheated asshole.
"Damn, what an ass-fuck," said Ron after recovering a bit. He motioned to
two guys sitting along the wall and said, "This young lady might be too
much for either one of you. Maybe it's time to start playing doubles." The
pair he was addressing grinned back. Everyone there (except Laura) already
knew these two were a team. They offered their stiff pricks to her, one in
front and one in back. "Watch the teeth, baby," was all anyone said.
From that point on it was a blur to Laura. The dozen fucked her fore and
aft, in singles, twos and threes, using her mouth, cunt and ass in every
combination. She was flipped, split, folded and pinioned; spread,
skewered, plugged and nipped. The stubble-cheeked Harry even gave her
inner thighs a beard burn when he ate her to a gasping climax. Some of the
guys found that a little sick, but if you were fond of a cream-filled pie
this was surely the place to be, since both of her holes were dripping
with the stuff, and there were plenty of crusty patches on her smooth
young skin.
Eventually, and in spite of Viagra, there wasn't a stiff dick in the
house. Laura had endured four hours of non-stop sex with twelve
strangers, having who knows how many orgasms and taking uncounted loads of
sperm. She was tired, she was sore, she was plain fucked out, but she
wasn't damaged.
As the men trickled out, and their semen trickled out of her, Joe came
back and said, "Honey, you were a star, but the show's over. I gotta knock
you out for the ride back, so it's adios for now..." One last prick, this
time in her upper arm, and she was down for the count.
.........
Laura Hayes was waking up, and this time she knew where she was. Birds
were chirping, children were playing on her street, and Billy was spooned
against her with a boner. "Hey, sweetie, good afternoon. You slept the day
away," he said.
Laura stretched idly, then bolted upright, suddenly remembering how she'd
come to be asleep. "Billy!" she almost shouted. "There were so many of
them, so many cocks... oh, Billy, they fucked me and fucked me..."
Billy just grinned. "I know, baby, I got the tapes right here, I watched
them while you slept it off. Christ, I knew you were hot, but this tears
it up. Wait until you see yourself, especially with that big black dude up
your ass."
"Do you think they knew?" Laura asked. "I mean, they were supposed to be
banging some innocent kidnapped girl. Did I seem too eager?"
"Hell no, you were perfect. Joe probably doesn't care anyway, as long as
his clients are happy. I got the $1500 and he told me he could set up
another one with a different bunch any time I want. Just think, honey,
only three more times and we're out of the woods."
Laura looked up at her husband with a little pout as she reached for his
cock. "Oh, Billy... only three...?"
The End
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