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Heather Submits, Part 2 (M+/f/f, D/s)
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Last update: 08/24/02
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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 two 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 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.

///

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. "How
about Friday night? Joe is throwing a soirŽe 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 some 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 so I didn't want to push her limits. 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 only had a
couple more weeks until I reached the freedom of summer
vacation so that thought made sitting in class somewhat
bearable. I ran home Friday after drill team practice (we
were rehearsing for a boring school assembly) 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 else had been 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. (I assumed she 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 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
breeze and evening sunshine. 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 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 little stunned. "So you knew Kevin first?
Does that mean . . . ?"

"Right." Sherry casually picked at a speck 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 put 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? I squirmed in my seat, thinking about
what was done to me and what was said on Saturday. "Er . .
. 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."

"Thanks, I'll give you a call if I need your advice on
something. That's a pretty cool number. If I did the same
thing my phone 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 real 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 as she 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 upper body 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
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. 

I had thought that watching her suck Kevin was intense but
manageable. I got over it quickly, it was just oral sex. I
wasn't prepared for the thoughts and feelings I experienced
in the few seconds before he actually put himself inside her
though. I didn't want him to do it but I knew I was
powerless to stop it and there was even a part of me that
wanted it to happen. To say I felt conflicted at that
moment is an understatement. My body's reaction trumped all
else, I felt my pussy drench itself in a fresh flow of
juices.

"Take my cock," Kevin muttered as he guided himself inside
Sherry. "Her cunt is sopping wet," he told everyone in the
room as 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. Oh you are SO wet, fuck yeah! This is even better
than doing you on Saturday. Hey Kevin, I think your girl
likes watching you dick someone else." 

The sensation of feeling two cocks inside me at the same
time 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. 

"Shit, you weren't kidding!" Luke moaned after he sunk into
me. "She's fuckin' hot! 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 seductively. "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
him.

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 Sherry's ass and Sherry's cunt and
Sherry's mouth. I love fucking this slut."

"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. "Do it
hard sweetie, you trained my ass to take it hard."

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.
You're a slut taking it up the ass and you enjoy us
watching it happen, don't you?"

"YES! 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 simultaneously," Joe
commented and Paul smirked.

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 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 and pretend I'm Kevin." She
separated 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. 

"Use your fingers too, I want something inside me!" I
sounded more desperate and demanding than I meant to be,
but Sherry understood. "No problem hon," she whispered
back. I sighed as she began to work me over with her
fingers in addition to her tongue.

Before too long Joe got off the couch and slapped Sherry's
bottom. "Put your ass up in the air. Keep eating Heather
but I want your pussy tonight too." She complied without
hesitation and propped herself up on her knees so Joe would
have access to her pussy. I watched over Sherry's head as
Joe slid inside her with a look of utter contentment on his
face. He spoke directly to me. "I really enjoy fucking you
baby, but there's something special about Sherry's pussy.
She's so fuckin' soft and wet. My cock fits inside her
perfectly. She can teach you a few things, like what she's
doing to you right now, so you should pay attention." It
turned me on to hear Joe talk about Sherry's pussy and how
it felt for him so I was ready to explode when Sherry's
tongue hit my clit again. I came hard, arching my back and
pushing myself up into her face so she wouldn't stop
licking and fingering me too soon. 

"You made the slut come, now you'll be rewarded," Joe said
to Sherry and increased the intensity of his strokes. 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 messy pussy onto his stiff cock. 

Paul groaned. "You all 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 in line?" 

Kevin laughed and walked over to us. "Maybe you'll find out
for yourself soon enough." Kevin 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 and
nothing like the spankings I had received as a child before
my dad left the house.

"Did you watch me fuck Sherry's ass?" he whispered in my
left ear. 

(spank)

"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, hot and tingly 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 moaned quietly. "All your talk of fucking this slut's
ass is gonna make me come. Oh God!" he groaned and threw
his head back against the couch. I felt Paul's come shoot
up inside me so I stopped moving, my forehead resting on
his shoulder. 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 of debauchery. 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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