This story will be told from the individual viewpoints of the characters.

“BOBBY”

As if it wasn’t odd enough to find two strange men in our house when I got home from work, Ann was acting very guilty. Everything I said seemed to have a hidden meaning to her. Well, okay, some were meant that way. But the few questions I had asked of this Buck guy made it very evident to me that if he was a friend of her uncle’s, that he couldn’t have been a very good one.

I did plan on asking her more about them until I had held her hand as we watched TV before bed. Ann had this habit of sniffing at her hand after sex. She had told me she always felt self-conscious about there maybe being a telltale sign that she had just had sex. When she lived at home her mom once caught her lying about us getting it on and it was because her mom smelled her hand. So, while watching TV in the dark, I noticed her absent-mindedly sniff at her hand. Considering we hadn’t had sex in several days because we had been having an ongoing fight over finances, it was strange that she would do that.

It got worse when we went to bed and I decided that it had been long enough and I needed to get laid. She wasn’t really into it and I had to talk her into letting me, but she never really got turned on. Even as I was humping away at her, I got the horrible feeling that she might have had sex with one of those men earlier. And when I grabbed her tit once, she groaned as if it hurt. I thought that maybe she was getting her period, but remembered she had just finished. When I looked at her a little closer, I saw many red marks on the bottom of her tits. That’s when I knew the bitch had cheated on me. Whether it was the men from earlier or the mailman, I knew she had given it up to someone else.

“ANN”

Bobby woke up in a rather sarcastic mood this morning and was grumpier than normal, even for him. It got to the point where I couldn’t wait for him to go to work. My habit on the cold mornings was to go back to bed for a while, wake up to a good session with my little man, and get to doing my list of chores. We got a sweet deal on this summer house, but our biggest payment was keeping it clean and in good order. Bobby and I agreed that my part of the bills was to keep the house kept in good shape. That reminded me that we had a basement window that needed to be replaced. And that reminded me of Buck and Jake.

I still couldn’t believe how much of a slut I had turned into the day before. I had actually given two blowjobs like I was a common whore. And I felt so embarrassed over how deviated I had become with Buck. I chalked it up to the fact that not only was he a total stranger, but he was a criminal that had broken into my house. And when it turned out that he had participated in one of my greatest fantasies ever, I just had to go for it.

Just thinking about that hulking man forcing another man to suck him off in the jail got me soaking wet. I hurried to finish the breakfast dishes so I could get to relieving all the wild fantasies running through my head. And as I wiped my hands dry, my fantasy seemed to kick in on it’s own as I heard the doorbell ring. I wondered who it could be because we never had anyone visit us since we were new to the area.

I looked out the side window and only saw the back of a man, but opened the door anyway. When he turned around I nearly fainted. It was Buck. I was too stunned to talk, but soon he was asking if he could come in. I stepped aside and all sorts of guilty thoughts came to my mind. I finally found the ability to speak as he stood in the living room smirking at me.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just thought that since I had nothing better to do today, and knowing you were going to be all alone, I thought…”

“… that I would two-time my boyfriend again?”

“Yeah, I guess that would be it. What do you say, cutie, you want to find out a little more about my life in jail?”

Damn, he had to take a direct swing at my weak spot. I couldn’t cheat on Bobby again. As much as we’d been fighting lately, I still loved him madly, and cheating on him would hurt him so much. But looking at this brute of a man in front of me was driving me into a sexual frenzy that was very hard to overcome.

He wanted to know if he missed the show, referring to the spectacle I had made of myself the day before when he and Jake had caught me going nuts on my cunt. I pretended that the occurrence he had witnessed was an infrequent event, but being more worldly than myself he wasn’t buying it. That’s when he took a chance and walked right up to me. I felt very uneasy and was wondering why I couldn’t step back. I knew the answer; I wanted this ex con to take me in his arms and ravage me. And as if he heard my thoughts, he reached down and kissed me quite passionately.

I managed to get a hold of myself and asked him into the kitchen. I figured there was no harm in talking to him. I asked him about that pesky problem he had mentioned the day before about liking to eat at least once a day. When he sidestepped the question, I knew he hadn’t eaten, so I started making him some bacon and eggs. The appreciation in his eyes made me tingle. Cooking for him helped me avoid having to make eye contact with him as we discussed some very embarrassing topics. I couldn’t believe the amount of subjects we had touched upon in the ten minutes it took me to fix his food. And when I slid his plate in front of him, he grabbed my waist to sit on his lap while he ate.

My conscience was bothering me and I tried to move from his lap, but when I went to push on his leg to get away from him, I pushed against his cock and it was already rather hard. I knew right then that I was going to be his as soon as he finished filling his stomach. And the mere touch of his hardon washed away all my guilt, at least until I got my fill of this stranger. From that point on, I was his. So, when he started to rub his hand over my legs and stomach, I did little more than put my hand on top of his.

I told him how guilty I felt about cheating on Bobby and he told me we could invite him in on it. Alright, that would have been what happened in my perfect world, but not here in Maine. He teased me until he was finished eating about what I had mentioned to him the day before about always having fantasized about watching Bobby being forced to give a guy a blowjob. Yeah, it was definitely something I had fingered myself over on many occasions, but it was just one of those weird little fantasies that a girl uses to get off on. And just as I was getting nervous seeing his plate emptied, he reminded me how I had become a tigress on his cock as he told me about his jailhouse bitches.

He lifted me up as he stood like I was a doll, and threw me over his shoulder to carry me back to my bedroom. I was flopped down onto the bed and left to watch him as he began taking off his shirt. He had such well defined muscles compared to Bobby and that always turns a girl into putty. Before I knew it, I was lying still as he was working my shirt over my head, then tugging my jeans off my legs. All I had on was my panties as I stared up at him. It was almost like he couldn’t stand to take them off me because of the lust that would overcome him.

So instead of taking them off, he slid his fingers in under the crotch of them to run them through my slit. I was so embarrassed when he told me how frigging wet I was for him. I felt him slide a finger into me, and then two. He curled them up against the front wall of my vagina like a fucking expert and hit that special spot that melted me into a pool of sex. And just when I was getting into going nuts over this guy, all hell broke loose.

“You fucking slut.”

I turned towards the door and was horrified to see Bobby standing there watching Buck fingering me. I immediately started to push away from him, but Buck not only left his fingers in me, he was holding onto me that way. I pushed on his hands to try to push him out of me to run to Bobby, but he wasn’t letting me.

Buck just calmly looked at Bobby as he was fuming over my adulteress ways. I wanted to die on the spot realizing how much damage I just caused my boyfriend.

“Calm down kid and come over here. You can help out.”

I’m not sure who was more shocked, me or Bobby. All the while Buck still had a hold of me with his two fingers that were feeling around the inside of my pussy. Every time I would squirm to get free of him, he would renew his grip on me. Bobby started rightfully calling me every name in the book and because I wasn’t sitting up or successfully getting away from Buck, he continued to berate me as the whore I was acting like.

Finally Buck pulled his fingers from me and asked Bobby if he wanted him to leave. I scrambled to cover myself up with a robe as Buck got off the bed and headed for the door. I was trying to find words to fit the situation when as I turned I saw Buck lift Bobby right off the floor by his shirt and smash him against the wall.

“You really think you ought to be talking that way to such a fine girl?”

Bobby was definitely scared and had every right to be. Buck was twice his size and at the moment seemed very mad at him. I screamed for him to let Bobby go, but I could see he was making a point and wasn’t really worried about him getting hurt. Buck began to hassle him over calling me a slut and told him that he didn’t have anything to say about what he had been doing to me. It was nice of him to try taking the blame, but this was all my fault for letting him in.

“I think you have an apology to make.”

Bobby wasn’t real smart sometimes and instead of simply complying with the request, he had to make it worse.

“She’s the fucking whore that’s cheating on me. I haven’t got a fucking thing to apologize for.”

He was so right I started crying and begging Buck to leave him alone. But when I looked at Buck and remembered he was fresh out of jail, I really got worried for Bobby’s sake. He had no idea who he was sassing. When Bobby kept going off on me, I tried to get him to be quiet.

Buck wasn’t going to fight with him to get him to apologize to me, instead he had the jailhouse mentality still. He was going to do much worse. Buck looked at me with such an intense stare that my skin crawled. I caught something in his eyes that horrified me more than when Bobby had caught us on the bed. I knew this wasn’t going to good for Bobby. The next thing I knew Bobby was getting flung over towards the bed, buck still attached to his shirt. I knew what Buck was going to do and having absolutely no thought of sexual pleasure on my mind, I begged Buck not to do it. But it was like he was on auto-pilot and everything started going in slow motion.

Bobby had it right now that he had sailed across the room. He was getting scared understanding how small he was next to Buck. All I could do was shake my head from side-to-side hoping that Buck would stop. I was standing behind Bobby and Buck could easily see me, but he must have a very big crush on me, because I knew he was going to go through with it by the look in his eye. Then it became all too real. Buck was pulling on Bobby’s shirt collar until he finally was pulled down onto his knees.

“No, please Buck. Leave him alone. Don’t make him do that.”

Now Bobby understood what he was headed for by finally hearing my words. He began struggling to get away from Buck’s grip, but Buck just held him on his knees looking down at him.

“Get over here.” Buck looked at me to let me know he meant me. I hurried to stand beside Bobby and began offering myself to him instead. Hearing that, Bobby really got scared and I thought he looked on the verge of crying.

“Get my pants done, now.” I started to plead with him, but he said one more word in a way I didn’t want to question. “Now!”

I wasn’t sure if this was something he was doing for me or was reliving his actual prison desires, or even a combination of the two, but I wanted him to stop. Even as I tried to figure a way out of this, I reached over and began undoing his pants. Bobby was so haunted by what he saw my hands doing. I figured if I kept going and got my mouth there first that Buck would let me do it instead. That way if Bobby was smart he could make a break for it, but at the least he would only have to watch me doing it instead of himself.

Bobby was struggling again to break free of his grip and I had to fumble around it to work Buck’s pants down. When I saw Buck’s cock, he seemed even harder than he had been for me the day before. Suddenly I felt a sickening twinge in my crotch. While I got between them to tug his pants and underwear to the floor, Bobby attacked me again.

I knew I was the cause of the hateful things he was saying to me, so I tried not to let the things he said bother me. I was so close to him on my knees that every little thing he did and said was right in my face.

I flashed one quick look to Buck’s face, but he was staring at my boyfriend’s face, not mine. I knew he was looking for that thrill he had gotten in jail, but I was hoping to sidetrack him. I grabbed his cock and bent it to my lips, and sucked him into my mouth. It felt so awful with Bobby being only inches away and having to see me do this, but it was for him. But it wasn’t pleasing Buck and he started pulling away from me. But it was Bobby that got me to stop.

“You fucking whore. I knew you’d been fucking guys behind my back.”

I stopped sucking on Buck’s cock and let him pull it from my mouth. I couldn’t look at Bobby after that comment. I had never cheated on him before yesterday. I was staring at Buck’s throbbing cock right there in front of my face and had the craving to fuck the shit out of him now right in front of Bobby. As I thought about it, I got hornier and hornier, and then my hatred for Bobby’s last words took over.

I finally had something to say to him. I turned to face him just inches from his face and said, “You fucking asshole. I was just going to spare you, and you say that to me. Well, fuck you then too.” I moved from between the two of them and looked at Buck. He was happy to see me now on his side. But he was staring at me in such a way that I knew he was waiting for something. He tilted his eyes ever so slightly towards Bobby and I knew what he wanted me to do then.

Bobby was so pissed at me that it actually made what I was about to do easier. I grabbed Buck’s cock and bent it down, he moved forward slightly and I rubbed the tip of it across Bobby’s lips. He drew his head back and Buck let go of his shirt and grabbed both sides of his head to hold him still. The heat of his prick in my hand was turning me on so bad, and that mixed with that crazy fucking fantasy that I’d always had, I was gaining pleasure as I watched Bobby twisting around.

I could now be labeled a willing participant in all this and rubbed Buck’s cock across his lips again.

“Open up honey. You didn’t want me to do it, then you have to.”

Buck told him to obey me, but he really didn’t have to do anything other than hold him in place for me. I told Bobby to open his mouth several times. Finally I reached behind his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Open your fucking mouth.” I twisted his hair harder until he finally gave in. Buck pushed ahead a little and I rubbed the mushroom head all around his lips and the inside of his mouth. “Now suck it you little fucker.”

I looked up at Buck and saw he had him totally under control now. I remembered what he had said about his boys in jail would calm down after a certain point, so when I saw Bobby’s cheeks begin to pucker, I knew he was accepting his fate. Bobby was in good hands now, so I stood up beside my two men and dropped my robe to the floor.

Bobby might not be happy at the moment, but Buck was grinning ear-to-ear knowing that I was turning into a raging inferno watching him use my boyfriend as his bitch. My breathing was becoming very labored, and I reached my hand into my panties and began fingering myself. It was plain to see that Bobby could see me masturbating to his tortured actions. I really didn’t care anymore; he was started on giving his first blowjob and there wasn’t anything I could do about stopping it even if I wanted too.

Buck was staring at me while my eyes were fixed on Bobby’s face and watching this massive man’s cock going in and out of it. Bobby was clearly horrified as much but watching me getting off on his humiliation as well as being used for another guys’ gratification. I was breathing so hard as I watched my boyfriend’s face getting fucked just as it had a hundred times in my fantasies. I had never been so turned on in all my life. And it just kept getting worse for Bobby.

Buck asked me, “Think your boyfriend wants to swallow my load like a good little bitch?”

I could see him pleading with me to say no, but I couldn’t help myself by worrying what he wanted. “What did you do to your other bitches?”

He looked down at Bobby and said, “Then it’s feeding time boy.”

I had an instant orgasm at hearing that, but continued frigging myself for that much better one in the making. I saw Buck pushing into his mouth deeper and harder, and thought that I might not know when he was cumming. “Tell me when he’s doing it.”

I heard the most heart-wrenching moans coming from Bobby’s throat over his impending demise, but I couldn’t be bothered by that now. I struggled to push my panties down far enough to get my fingers into my hole as my other hand frigged my clit like crazy. I joined the chorus of both Bobby’s moaning and Buck’s groaning, and had to muffle myself to keep from screaming. Then I saw it in Buck’s face; he was very close to cumming.

I fell to my knees while Buck threw a slew of bemoaning words at him. Then he told him to swallow and I yanked my fingers out of my hole and placed my hand on Bobby’s throat. He wasn’t swallowing, but I knew Buck was cumming for him, so I rubbed my hand up and down until I felt him being forced to swallow by the action of my hand. I couldn’t believe the wave of the mind blowing orgasm that was coming over me. For the first time in my life, I felt fluids being squirted from my pussy and felt just as Buck looked as he grunted each spurt into his mouth.

I had to slow my frigging motion because my clit was so sensitive, but I showed where my new allegiance was to all of us. I looked up at Buck, ran my hand over his stomach, and asked him, “Was that as much fun for you as it was for me?”

Coming off my high, I quickly realized what I had just done. Instead of fretting over my boyfriend, I gloated with his tormentor. I also started understanding how I had just forced Bobby to do something that I considered wholly disgusting and refused to do myself. His sputtering behind me told me that he was doing as I had the day before, except that he probably had little of Buck’s sperm to cough up into the waste basket.

Looking at Bobby hunched over the basket, I tried to figure out what to say to him when he was finished. Buck came up behind me and started squeezing at my breasts. I tried to push his hands away so I could grab my robe to cover myself, but he was insistent that Bobby was going to get to watch him man-handling me. I understood he was trying to lay claim to me to further taunt Bobby, but I’d done enough to him. I saw Bobby take a quick glance at us and then he didn’t want to stand up. He pretended he was still trying to empty his mouth just to keep from having to look at Buck holding me.

I analyzed my situation quickly and came to the realization that after all this, Bobby was going to be leaving me, and I started crying. I quietly turned into Buck’s chest and cried that he was going to leave me now and buried my head into him. I felt awful with my own decency when I felt his still hanging cock rubbing up against my belly and relishing the feel of it. I guess his age let him know a lot about what I was thinking and he stepped in to care for me again.

“Get up you little fucker and come over here.” When he didn’t respond Buck repeated himself in an unmistakable tone. “Get the fuck over here.”

Bobby got up slowly and came over to us with his head hanging down. Buck started telling him the facts as he saw them.

“I guess this lovely girl of mine knows most of your friends and relatives, right?”

Bobby nodded.

“Well, you wouldn’t want her to get all pissed off at you and start telling them that I just made you my cocksucker, now would you?”

He looked very fearful at me, and shook his head.

“Then I suggest you think long and hard about how you treat this girl. If you’re real nice, maybe I’ll let you share her with me.”

Once again I wasn’t sure who was more shocked, me or Bobby. But Buck was getting him to listen, so I kept my mouth shut to hear whatever else he had to say.

“You see, it’s like this. I met this sweet little girl under some strange circumstances yesterday and came back to say hello to her today. If you weren’t spying on her, you never would have seen a thing and I never would have come back. But now, you put me in a position of making sure my new girl doesn’t get hurt. You know what I’m talking about?”

Bobby told him, “You don’t have to worry, I’ll be moved out by the end of the day.”

I started crying and tried to go to Bobby, but Buck held onto me and wouldn’t let me.

“Wrong! You don’t want me hunting you down, now do you? For some reason this sweetheart loves your puny ass and has been whining about losing you. I’m coming back tomorrow and you’d better be here, have made up with her, and be treating her like a princess. And before you start whining yourself, keep in mind it ain’t wise to fuck with me. Got it?”

He nodded again.

“Good. Now get over here and I’ll let you in on a secret.”

Bobby came a little closer.

“Now tell her you’re sorry for making her suck my dick.”

The look he had on his face made Bobby speak right up. “I’m sorry.” Again the look Buck had on his face told him to do better. “I’m sorry… for making you do that.”

“Now tell her how you feel about her.”

He thought about it for a minute and knew what he wanted to hear. “I love you.”

“You’ve got a day to make that seem believable. But here’s the secret. This pretty little thing wants to know what it feels like to give milk. To apologize to her, you’re going to do that for her, understand?”

“No?”

“It’s simple, dumb ass. Every fucking hour you’re going to come over to her, and work her tits until she gives milk. It’ll take several days, and you won’t see the last of me until you get it to happen for her.”

“She can’t do that. She’s not even pregnant.”

“I grew up on a farm shit head. You go through the motions long enough, any female gives milk; human or animal. Now suck this tittie in your mouth and I’ll show you how to milk yourself a cow.” He grabbed my right tit and squeezed it as if holding it out for Bobby to take. I looked up at him and wondered if he was really making my situation any better, especially since he said he’d be coming back to check up on us.

It took him a few seconds, but he finally decided to do as he was told. Bobby bent over and sucked on my nipple as Buck held my tit in his hand. He told him to watch how he milked my tit and began grabbing it from its cone-shaped base, and worked his fingers into a squeezing motion toward the nipple. He did it several times as Bobby watched from very close up. Buck had no idea what his fingering of my tit was doing to me, but my breathing was getting labored and I found myself moaning as both of them worked me over. Buck turned the milking part over to Bobby and watched to make sure he did it right. Buck’s other hand went around to start working my other tit as Bobby was learning what to do with the one he had. Bobby turned out to be a fast learn and I had the oddest feeling standing there getting both of my boobs tugged at. Maybe referring to me as a cow had been wholly appropriate.

Buck made him work on both of my boobs for several minutes each and I was getting a little sore by the time it was over. Then Buck explained to him how it was one of two fantasies I had told him about the day before. He told him that I just realized my first one and now it was up to him to make the second one come true. I felt a little betrayed when he told Bobby that he had wound up sucking Buck’s cock because of me, but there was so much running through my head that I didn’t know what to deal with first.

I don’t know how Buck did it, but after a half hour he had Bobby give him a ride into town and then sent him back to work. When Bobby got home after work, our first fight was over what kind of threat Buck had made while I wasn’t around. He denied that he made any, but I knew there was something he wasn’t telling me. Our second part of the fight was over how gleeful I was as he was being assaulted. That was the one that I thought would get him to run from me despite any threats. I wound up admitting everything to him about that particular fantasy, even how Buck had found out about it the day before. About the only thing that seemed to make him feel better was when I told him we never fucked. But I’m not so sure that wasn’t in the works when he walked in on us today though.

The third part of the fight was over him having to milk me. Buck had told him something that made him want to get me to produce milk. It might just be that he wanted Buck to get out of lives as he had said he would do, but I still thought there had been an added threat. Then, just as I thought we were going to go through everything again, Bobby looked at the clock and reached for my chest. We were in the middle of a fight, so I really didn’t want him touching my tits, but the phone rang and Bobby grabbed hard for me. He was just about acting like some kind of parasitical fish attaching itself to a shark when I made it to the phone. It became a little clearer when I heard Buck on the other end.

“Hey pretty thing. How’s it going with your boyfriend?”

“Okay, but he just started acting really weird before the phone rang.”

“What’s he doing?”

I didn’t really want to say at first, but I was catching on when I felt Bobby going to town on my right nipple, and squeezing at the base of my tit. “He just started milking me, why?”

“Is he doing a good job?”

“Very, at the moment.”

“Has he threatened you or made you cry?”

It just dawned on me that he had seemed to keep from saying anything to make me cry, and I told Buck so. He ended the call by saying he was just checking up on his girl and hung up. I tried to ask Bobby about what was going on, but he utterly refused to tell me. So since he was doing such a wonderful job on nursing away at me, I pulled my top over my head and lost my bra to give him better access at me.

Sure enough, Buck called two more times during the night and both times Bobby had just started working my chest over. I noticed he was calling right on the hour. That was why Bobby became so insistent to keep working on my tits. Since he wouldn’t talk about it, I took advantage of the situation when we went to bed just before ten. I made myself comfortable on the bed in my nightie, and when he came in, I pulled the top down to expose my tits for him. He stared at me in such a bitter way, but climbed onto the bed right beside me. It was a good thing too because just after he started the phone rang for one last time.

If nothing else it felt really nice that I won a fight for a change. And I could never admit it to Bobby, but I would never be able to get the sight out of my mind of Buck holding his head as he forced him to give him a blowjob. And the thrill I got at feeling his throat to make him swallow a mans’ cum made me quiver. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t get it out of my mind as he nursed on me at the moment. He was already getting pretty perfect at grabbing the base of my breast and work his fingers up towards my nipple until that last squeeze of my areola. His lips provided just the right amount of suction to make my clit flutter.

“How long do you think it’ll take, and do you really think it’ll work at all?”

He only murmured and shrugged his shoulders. I was really starting to find it hard to find a downside to everything that had gone on today.