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Subject: {ASSM} Strangesex #3 (mm anal oral ws bd spanking crossdressing mmf)
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Sex.
    The great obsession.
    These are the stories of my lives.  
    Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans and slick
fluids.
    The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a virtual
exhibitionism.  I am able to fuck and get fucked in public.  There is
no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my "normal"
friends would consider me a deviant reprobate.  All of us voyeurs can
watch as I relive Strangesex and expose all of the perverse things
that I have done and that have been done to me - things that I have
never told anybody.     All of the stories written here are true. 
They have been eroticized to appeal to a wide audience, but the the
actual "scenarios" happened.
    This is the continuing adventure that I have already chronicled in
"My Sex Life" #1 thru #26 or #27 or so - under the authorship of
im_sub@hotmail.com
    I no longer have any copies of these escapades, but they can be
found at Google Groups by doing a power search for the author
IM_Sub@hotmail.com  Except for the chapters that can't be found and
are lost in cyberspace.   If anyone has these missing chapters, feel
free to email them to me at Strangesub@yahoo.com
   Otherwise, don't ask, because I don't have.
   If you would like to comment on these stories, criticize them, or
whatever, send inquiries to strangesub@yahoo.com

                   Strangesex #3
  Late Spring, 1974
  After I got back to school, I continued fucking Janie, making the
most out of our last two weeks before summer vacation.  Then, Mr.
Sanders looked me up and told me he had someone he wanted me to meet
and that I needed to free my calendar on the last Saturday afternoon
of the school year.  Greed got the better of my affection for Janie
and I agreed, prepared for almost anything.
    He told me to wear only shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else. 
So, I took off my clothes in my dorm room, got really, really stoned,
stroking myself and imagining Mr. Sanders making me do his little
wacko things and then, wearing no underwear, I put on some ragged old
gym shorts and a t-shirt.
    When I got to his hotel room (which was college owned, abutting
the college owned golf course), Mr. Sanders was as pleased as a kid
with a new toy.  Telling me how wonderful it was that I came back to
see him, he immediately led me to the bathroom and had me lie down in
the empty tub.
    "Pull out your penis, Greggy," said Mr. Sanders.
    I complied and pulled my balls and cock over the top of my shorts,
exposing my erect, hairless dick to his longing gaze.
    "Oh," he breathed, opening his zipper and pulling out his
impressive sized cock.  "You kept yourself smooth for Daddy.  You're
such a good boy."
    He stood over me, smiling, his soft cock pointed at mine and I
waited for the inevitable.  It wasn't long. His yellow pee arced out
over me and began to splash my stiff member and soak my groin.  He
directed his flow up my stomach and chest, soaking my t-shirt...
    "Open your mouth, son," he directed.
    I sighed and closed my eyes, opening my mouth, feeling his hot
waste bathe my chin and squirt directly between my open lips, then
saturating my whole face, soaking my long red hair.
    "Take off your things and come in to the bedroom," said Mr.
Sanders.
    I did as he asked, leaving my piss soaked clothes in the tub and
when I got into the bedroom, he was finishing stripping himself, his
large cock almost fully hard.
    "Lay down," he commanded, pushing me back onto the bed. 
    I lay back and he took my smooth stiff prick and started licking
it in a love song of lust.  He spent a while licking my cock,
massaging and licking my youthful balls and inner thighs, finally
sucking me deep into his mouth and raising my hips up to play with my
asshole. I felt his slippery fingers insert themselves into my ass,
lubricating my asshole as he sucked me harder and faster until my
spunk shot out into his mouth and his fingers pumped in and out of my
spasming asshole.
    "AAHHhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh," I moaned as he milked my cock dry,
extracting every last drop of cum, leaving his fingers in my ass.
    He finally slipped his hand out of my butt and got up off of my
cock.  I was still in the delerious stoned state of post orgasmic
bliss when he grabbed both of my legs, lifted me up to drag my ass to
the edge of the bed and placed his large, hard cock head at the
entrance to my ass.  My eyes shot open as he pressed into me, his own
cock already slick with lubrication. The bulbous head of his cock
opened my anus and with one thrust, he buried himself in my ass.
    "OOHHH, FUCK, NOooo, Please,"  I protested at this sudden anal
rape.  His fat pole was a shaft of hard fire in my ass.
    "You let someone else fuck you, didn't you, you little slut?" Mr.
Sanders drew back his burning rod and slammed it home again.
    "OOOooo, pleassse, nooo," I cried out, my body rising up in
protest as his hard thrusts filled my ass.
    Mr. Sanders grabbed my nipples and pinched them as he continued to
stretch my ass with his hard cock.
     "You!" he slammed his cock up my ass.
     "Let!" again he rammed his pole into my burning fuckhole.
     "Someone!" He fucked me in and out of my abused anal canal.
     "Fuck you!"
     "YESS, yess, oohhhhh, ffcuuuckk, I..uhh...I.. uuhh,m mm sorry," 
I groaned, as his hard, pulsing manhood continued to skewer my naked
ass, pounding in and out of my hole.
     "You fucking boy whore." Mr. Sanders continued his invective as
he fucked me hard, in and out, sliding his hard meat in and out of my
ass.
     He continued his assault on my asshole,causing my spent cock to
rise, thrilling in the fiery sensations radiating from my boy hole, as
he continued verbally abusing me for getting fucked as he fucked me
hard with his thick man meat.
     "Ahhhhhh," Moaned Mr Sanders as he froze, his fuck tool spewing
hot cum into my ass, pumping its molten seed deep into my bowels.
    I felt the liquid ooze of his sperm as he withdrew his cock from
my ass, my own cock, hard and throbbing, my asshole twitching from his
assault.  He walked to the side of the bed and said "Clean me up
Greggy."
    I anxiously started lapping at his drooping cock, cleaning our
combined sex juices with my tongue and mouth, my ass and his sperm. 
When I was done to his satisfaction, he told me to go take a shower.
    I reveled in the shower, washing my body, soaping my still hard
dick, shoving my own fingers up my ass, feeling Mr. Sanders goopy cum.
 I was on a stoned high sex trip and this new "just fucked" feeling
from my asshole was a very pleasurable sensation. After having my own
little mini orgy with my body, I washed my long hair, got out and
dried off.
    Then, while I was still naked, Mr. Sanders made me up as a woman.
    First, he shaved my already hairless body all over again, leaving
only my long, red locks.  After enjoying his shaving, he did my hair. 
I mean, he really did my hair - combed it, snipped it a little bit,
set it and blew dry it.  It was gorgeous when he was done and I would
have been the envy of any girl.
    He then put makeup on me, did my eyebrows and eyes, etc., and
dressed me up in fairly attractive women's dress, first thoroughly
lubing my asshole again and strapping on fake latex tits.  I put full
length pantyhose on over my legs, ass and hard cock meat - for the
first time.  It felt very nice on my hairless skin.  I just let him go
for it without questions.  He seemed to enjoy himself so much. 
Looking in the mirror, I was impressed.  I looked like a girl.  For
real.  I'd never make a Playboy centerfold, but I was actually pretty
damn attractive for some college boy made up to look female.  The use
of the makeup was the whole key and I was impressed with Mr. Sanders
expertise (being in the theater myself).
   Mr. Sanders told me that we would be dining with a business
associate of his who I would be accompanying back to this room while
he would be going home.  He again took out five hundred dollars and
put it in the nightstand for when I came back.  And, of course, I
thought Fuck, why not?  Any doubts I had about any part of these weird
perversions were gone totally.  I was in a different fucking reality. 
I was still wasted. I was still horny.  My used asshole was still
sending sex sensations to my brain. And fuck, at this point, I'd get
fucked in the middle of the quad for five hundred dollars.
   The only fucked up part of dinner was that the college waiters and
waitresses were people I knew.  At the time, I didn't think I was
recognized because no one said anything.  Much later, I found out that
I was easily recognized.  But, at the time, I was relieved.
   Mr Sanders friend, Ben Gerard, was a fat, balding guy who treated
me just like you would a date.  Of course, I had a guy's voice, but I
was careful to speak softly and, as usual, I went with the moment.  I
was an actor after all, so I acted like I thought a flirtatious girl
would act.  It was kind of cool.  He treated me with the combination
of lust and politeness that a guy would treat any woman who he is
eating out to dinner with, but knows that "she" is going to go back to
his room with him to be fucked silly.
  I thought 'fuck it.'  I was paid; I was all dressed up and....
   After dinner, I went back to Ben's room with him where he changed
into a complete rapist.
   Once the door was closed, he turned to me, grabbed my long red hair
and pulled me to him.  He kissed me, hard, shoving his tongue into my
mouth while pulling on my hair, moving my head from side to side. 
Then, he  literally ripped the dress off of my body.  He just tore it
off while his tongue was still in my mouth and he pushed me against
the closed door.  I tried to protest, worried that my dress was
destroyed, not understanding his rough treatment, but his tongue was
skewering my mouth and he paid no attention. Finally, he let me go and
stepped back from my dazed body.
   "Take those fake fucking tits off now," he ordered as he started
taking off his own clothes.
   I looked at him with amazement, because this was really a Dr.
Jekyll, Mr. Hyde thing, but I did what he told me to do and unstrapped
my tits, leaving me with a naked chest and a ripped dress hanging off
of my pantyhose clad hips.  I was getting very uncomfortable but my
breathing was starting to get ragged as my dick tried to erect itself
in the tight pantyhose.  I reached in to my cock and balls when Ben
told me "Just stand there.  Don't play with yourself."
   I just stood there as he stripped, watching his fat belly bulge out
over his half hard, relatively decent size cock. He was bigger and
thicker than I was.
   Shit, I had the incongruous thought at the time.  Maybe everybody
in general is bigger than I am. Maybe I've got a tiny cock.  Maybe...
   He grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees, shoving his penis
into my lipsticked mouth.
   "Suck me good and slow," he commanded, moving my head along his
hardening shaft, watching me suck his cock.
   I complied with his demand and tried to be a first class whore,
playing with his balls, letting him savagely direct my head where he
wanted it; taking his stiff tool into my throat; nibbling on his cock
head; licking his meat down to his balls and taking his hairy sacks
into my mouth.  He made me fellate him for ten or fifteen minutes,
leading me around the room on my knees, forcing my made up face to
swallow his engorged prick.
   Then, he had me lay face down on the bed and he tied my hands and
feet to the four corners.  I was helpless, still clad in my pantyhose,
my rigid cock underneath me, tied down by man at least 30 years older
than I was.
   "Now, we're going to warm you up," he said as he stroked my nylon
covered ass and naked back.
   SMACK!  He brought his hand down hard on my ass.
   "UHHH," I cried out in pain.
   SMACK!  He slapped the other asscheek, eliciting another moan.
   SMACK! Again.  "Pleeeaze, Nooo," I screamed
   SMACK! "Quiet!" He ordered, "or I will get out my belt.
   SMACK! "Ohh Fuck," I groaned softly, the hot, red pain spreading
fire over my ass cheeks.
   SMACK!
   Memories flooded my brain.... 
 
   ....I was bent over, wearing only a jockstrap, my bare ass exposed.
   SMACK!  AH Shit!!  Doyle walloped my ass with the clipboard.  As
the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he did it again.
   "AAAAHH!" I cried, involuntarily.  That really hurt.  I could feel
my ass begin to flame and again he hit me!
   SMACK!
   "STOP!"  I cried, starting to really cry.  This was not fair. 
Nobody ever got hit more than once on their bare ass.
   "All right," he said.  "Don t move."
   I was suppressing the lump in my throat,  trying not to cry as I
continued to grab my ankles.  Knowing Coach Doyle, I figured that if I
stood up, he d really hit me.
   I heard him walk into his office and then into the training room.
Jesus, my ass and the back of my thighs were on fire!......

   SMACK!  "AAHHHHHH, Noooooo," I begged as my ass burned with Ben's
torturous spanking and I writhed on the bed, helpless and defenseless
as he continued his relentless attack on my ass.
   Shit.  More past memories overcame me...

  ....I tried my best to accommodate him, even though my lips were
starting to feel bruised and the previous cum was clogging up my
throat.  Then Tim said to Jimmy, "Spank his ass!"
   "Tim," said my brother, finally speaking up, "Maybe we should...."
   "Should nothing," said Tim.  "Your baby brother is a
 cock sucker and needs to be spanked.  Go ahead, Jimmy, spank him."
   "Nnnnnnoohhh," I mumbled around Tim s giant cock, but no one paid
attention.   Jimmy slapped my ass.
   "Unnnnnhhh," I cried jerking my butt, but Tim kept his hands on my
head and began to increase the tempo of his mouth fucking.
   Smack! Jimmy slapped me again and I jerked.  It hurt!
   Smack! smack!  He hit me again and again and Tim started moaning
and thrusting in earnest. Smack! I couldn't take anymore.  My ass was
burning.  Tim was blocking my throat again with every thrust, my lips
were sore, and I could barely breath.
   Smack!  Jimmy landed a sideways blow directly on my exposed
asshole.   "NNNNGggghhhhhhh," I moaned as Tim thrust again and started
crying, "Oh yeah, Mouthfucker!  Take it!"
   He started pumping new shots of jism into my tonsils and I tried to
swallow to keep on breathing, but Jimmy kept on slapping my shaking
ass and I gagged and coughed.  Wads of cum rolled down the sides of
Tim s dick as I coughed again onto his balls and belly.
   Smack!  Again Jimmy hit me.
   "Stop it!" I cried.  "Just stop it!"......

   Ben stopped his assault, placing both hands on my burning ass and
digging his fingers into my nylon coated asscrack.  He ripped the
pantyhose, exposing my naked asshole to his gaze.  Rubbing my fiery
ass, he pushed a finger into my used asshole, popping quickly past the
anus, slipping easily into my still lubricated ass.
   He loosened my foot bonds and pushed my ass into the air, mounting
the bed behind me, he placed his cockhead against my asshole and
gently pushed, stretching it every so slightly.
   "Now, beg me to fuck you, whore," he said, painfully grabbing my
inflamed ass cheeks with his hands.
   "AAHhhhhhooohh, please..." I cried out in pain as he squeezed my
hot, hot ass.
   "Fuck me.  Pleaase Fuck Me." I begged him.
   Very slowly, he forced his rigid man meat past my anal sphnicter,
wiggling his cock from side to side, painfully stretching my abused
hole, raping me through the torn pantyhose.
   "AHH, Ahhh, Ooooohhh," I cried out in pleasure and pain as I felt
his hard flesh worm its way into my bowels.  "Yeesss, fuck me, fuck me
hard."
   "Yeah," he said with glee, "You like my hard cock inside your cunt
hole, don't you, you fucking slut whore..."
   He rammed his meat all the way into my ass and began fucking me
harder and harder, raping my whorish ass.
   "Fucking slut!" he cried.  "Whore!"
   "You Cunt," he moaned, slamming in and out of my burning ass as I
groaned and moaned at the feeling of his male flesh sliding in and out
of my asshole.
   "Whore! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt! Fucking Cunt!" he emphasized each word
with a thrust of his hard cock.
   "AAAAHHH, Fucking slut!" he came in a torrent of hot cum, filling
my ass, spilling over to trickle down my thighs, flooding my insides
with hot, sticky sperm.
   He slumped over my naked body, spent, his cock still embedded in my
ass, crushing me with his fat weight.
   He lay there a long time on top of me, dozing, satiated, while my
painful hard on, crushed beneath our bodies, softened and I too dozed,
still tied up, in spite of his weight.
   Some time in the middle of the night, he roused himself and untied
me.  Dragging my own sleepy body to the bathroom, he groggily sat me
down on the toilet, told me to open my mouth and put his slimy cock
inside. I waited, knowing what was coming, until he let loose with his
hot piss which I obediently swallowed, that which didn't overflow and
run down my chin and chest.
   When he was done, he said, "Now get the fuck out of
here."
   "Wha..?" I said in bewilderment.
   "You heard me, fuckhead. We're done, now beat it."
   "I... I... can't..." I started to explain.
   Smack!  He slapped my face.
   "I don't sleep with boy fags." he said menacingly.  "Now you've got
till I count to ten...  One... two..."
   I jumped up and scrambled for my piss soaked clothes in the bathtub
and ran for the nightstand for my money. On the way to the door, I
caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - makeup all smeared and
used; torn pantyhose.  I looked like a raped boy whore.  I was in the
hallway before he got to ten.  He closed and locked the door behind
me.
   I quickly put on my pissed soaked shorts and t-shirt  over the torn
pantyhose and snuck out of the hotel.  No one saw me.
   Out on the golf course, I took off the pantyhose, and actually used
some of Ben's cum still oozing out of my ass to try and wipe off my
makeup.  It didn't work very well.  In spite of the late hour, I was
noticed by several guys between my dorm room and then the shower.   
Comments were made. I ignored them.  And, in spite of it all, I felt
good.  My asshole was pulsing with fire and I jerked off again in the
shower.  I was five hundred dollars richer and that was worth a lot of
weirdness.  The only drawback to my homosexual escapades was that I
started leaving shit stains on my underwear.  Every time I farted I
would leave skidmarks.  I was afraid that I had permanently stretched
out my asshole and that freaked me out.  After a week or so, it
tightened up again. Damn.

   In the summer of 1974, I continued to fuck my brains out. 
Priscilla went away early in the summer and Todd left a week after she
did.  The night before he left, the three of us, me, Todd and Pamela,
were down in the Dun.  The conversation led to Todd missing Priscilla
and how unfair it was that Pam and I could fuck and he couldn't.  As
we all sat on the couch, with Pam in between us, we both started
kissing her and caressing her young, nubile body.  By the time we got
her moaning, we were busy disrobing her, undoing her blouse, freeing
her large tits and removing her pants and panties. Naked, I pushed her
down to Todd's crotch where she took out his hard cock and began
sucking. I undressed, getting naked myself and, after fondling her
perfect asscheeks, I spread her cunt and dipped my own tool inside of
her love box.  As I fucked her, Todd got undressed until we were all
naked.  We had to get down on the floor in order to have enough room
for all of our fondling and sucking.  That's when Todd noticed that
both Pam and I were shaved.
   It totally turned him on and I spread her cunt as he put his tongue
to her wet, hairless pussy lips, sucking and eating her hot box with
passionate gusto.
   All of us were moaning, our hot bodies rubbing against each other
slicked with sweat.  I had to concentrate on not getting carried away
and suddenly fingering Todd's asshole or sucking his hard cock.  They
would have both been shocked. but rubbing my cock against him as I
fondled Pam was in the bounds of the present debaucherie.
   It helped that Todd was totally blown away at our shaved bodies and
he enjoyed our naked menage a trois. He went nuts, making out with
Pam, both of us fondling her, him sucking her nude cunt until he just
finally fucked her. He penetrated her cunt as I fondled and sucked at
her breasts. It was great. He pumped her full of his cum and then I
took sloppy seconds, fucking cunt flesh awash in his spunk, sliding on
our own combined bare flesh as Todd watched, fascinated.  It was a
very nice night.
    Pam and I had only ourselves to entertain each other after Todd
left. So we did, as often as possible.  We fucked everywhere - at the
drive-in; in my basement; in her bedroom - Once, it being a warm
summer night, I took her into our rather large back yard, stripped her
clothes off and fucked for hours until we were totally soaked and
slippery with massive amounts of sweat.  I remember our naked bodies
sliding around in the grass, Pamela moaning like a banshee as she came
over and over and over again.  I had to put my hand over her mouth,
afraid that she was going to wake up the neighbors (or my parents) she
was groaning and moaning so loud....
    I hitchhiked out to California again about three weeks later. 
Somewhere in Ohio, about 10 PM, I was picked up by a very friendly
fellow who said his name was also Greg, that he was also a Sagitarrius
and did I want to spend the night at his place?  I wasn't sure,
actually, if he was coming on to me, so I agreed.  He asked me to take
a shower and when I came out and he was there waiting for me.  He told
me that I looked great and that I didn't have to put my clothes back
on.  Okay.  I tried to explain to him that fun and games was all fine,
but that it got a little weird while I was hitchhiking... As I was
trying to wiggle out of the situation, he grasped my balls, smiling,
pulling gently.  My cock began to rise.
   "Look," I said, trying to ignore my everpresent horniness, "I
really can't do... this... Ohhhhhh,"
   I moaned softly as he pulled harder on my balls and took my stiff
member in his other hand.
   "Please," I moaned, "I can't...."
   Greg knelt down and took my rigid member into his mouth. He started
to fellate me and I gave up all thoughts of resistance.  Damn, he was
good.  He sucked my horny dick deep into his throat, moving his ass
around my ass, pulling my hips to him.  His fingers spread my ass
cheeks and gently started playing with my asshole, opening it
slightly, squirming their way inside.  Damn.  I couldn't help myself. 
My hips bucked and I started fucking his hot mouth until I blasted a
load of cum between his eager lips, trembling in mind blowing
orgasm...
   I was weak with cumming and with my knees buckling, I fell onto his
couch.  Relaxing, coming down from my erotic high, I fell asleep....

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