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Introduction:

Amber's good nature gets her into a good amount of blackmailed trouble.

All the fictional characters in this fictional story are 18 years old or older.

Raped Next Door Neighbor

Part 1

Chapter 1

“Shit!” Eric yelled out in frustration as the wrench he was holding slipped from his hand and smacked him on the head, making a loud noise as it hit the asphalt.

The 18-year-old teen was lying down on his father’s driveway while working under his car that was up on lifts.

The wrench cut him, and he could feel the blood dripping down from the top of his head and down the side of his face as he got to his feet.

Not having a rag or a towel to stop the bleeding, he took his tank top off and pressed it to his head.

Then, he heard the concerned voice of his neighbor, Amber, call out and ask, “Are you ok. Eric?”

Eric looked over and saw his neighbor, Amber, several feet away, standing beside her car in the driveway beside his own.

She had been walking back to her house after getting a few letters from her mailbox.

When she saw his blood, the 35-year-old blonde nurse quickly made her way across the narrow strip of manicured grass that separated the properties.

Eric ensured that the tank top on his head wasn’t blocking his view of how Amber’s EE-sized breasts bounced up and down under an oversized white tee-shirt she wore as she ran toward him.

From the way her tits were independently dancing around under the thin material, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Since it was a very hot morning and she was not expecting to see anyone, Amber left her house only wearing that oversized white tee-shirt and thong panties she had slept in the night before.

He felt his cock begin to harden just being this close to the concerned blonde beauty.

Eric had been jerking off as often as he could every time he saw her since she moved in next door after marrying his neighbor Jack Madison 5 years ago.

They both had pools in their backyards, and whenever Amber was out in her bikini, Eric and his older brother Billy texted each other to check her out through some gaps in the hedges separating their backyards.

Neither one would call Amber skinny, but neither would call her fat.

Eric’s past girlfriends were all thin and bony, so he loved how soft and curvy Amber looked, especially her ass.

Billy had both blonde hair and big tit fetishes, but he had never been able to date a girl that was as blonde or had as big tits as Amber, so he always went out of the way to get a good look at her.

Amber reached up and innocently placed her two hands on his bare shoulders and said, “Let me take a look.” as she pulled him down for a better look.

Eric had never been closer than a handshake away from her before.

Her green eyes, cute little nose and always wet red lips were all framed in shoulder-length curly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders.

Her beautiful face was now within kissing distance, turning his growing 8” hard-on into solid steel.

Feeling her fingers move through his short black hair while she accessed his injury was thrilling to him.

Since Eric was 6”1” and she only stood 5’5”, Eric had to bend down quite for her to be able to let her see his wound correctly, but he didn’t mind because it meant that his face was pressed into her cleavage.

The softness of her breasts and the scent of her perfume kept his mind so occupied that he felt no pain from her touching his wound.

But Amber was so focused on being a good nurse that although she realized that the teen’s head was snuggled between her breasts, she didn’t let that stop her examination.

“Oh, that’s not too bad. Deep, but you don’t need stitches, I think. But it’s going to be difficult for you to see it and clean it up by yourself. Is anyone home that can help you?” she asked.

Reluctantly, Eric lifted his face from between her breasts, pressed the tank top back against his wound and answered, “No, my Dad and Billy won’t be home until later in the afternoon.”

Oblivious to how she was sexually tormenting her “patient", Amber stood inches in front of the aroused teen with both hands still resting lightly on his naked and sweaty chest while she spoke.

It was then that she noticed how muscular Eric was.

Just last year, he was a skinny little thing, not the tall, ripped young man standing before her today.

Amber always liked Eric.

He was always polite and respectful, unlike both his older brother and father, who Amber thought were both creeps.

From the rumors she heard in the neighborhood about the abuse that the mother suffered at the hands of her husband, Brad, she didn’t blame Eric’s mom for running off with her pilates teacher several years ago and leaving the family behind.

They both stood in awkward silence while her soft hands left a small trail of his blood mixed with sweat as they slowly trailed down his full pecs and chiseled abs.

Her husband was 42 and exercised constantly, but he didn’t look this good.

No man she had ever been with looked this good.

Her heart was beating wildly while her nipples were hardening.

“Why can’t I stop touching his chest?” she asked herself.

Then, after her eyes lowered to look more at his chiseled abs, she noticed that Eric had an erection that was barely contained under his loose shorts.

“Oh, my god! It’s huge!” she thought.

Amber's initial reaction was anger that he was being disrespectful, but then she realized where his face had been, where her hands were now, how old he was, what she was wearing and how close she was to him.

“It’s not his fault. He’s just a boy being a boy. Or a man, by the looks of what’s in his shorts,” Amber thought with a naughty smile.

Embarrassed, she suggested, “Why don’t you come to my house then? I have what you need. For your cut, I mean! I can clean it and bandage it properly.”

“Sure. Thank you,” Eric replied, happy to walk behind her and look at how the bottom of her tee-shirt barely covered the round bottom curves of her ass.

Eric’s obvious sexual reaction to her greatly boosted Amber’s self-confidence, and she needed it.

After she turned 35 last month, she felt like her previous life of being the most attractive and desirable woman in the room was coming to an end.

Being a nurse and always dressing in scrubs robbed her of being able to feel sexy at work, but constantly seeing how the other younger nurses, despite wearing the same thing, still managed to attract doctors of all ages made her feel like she had sexually “lost it”.

To make matters worse, Jack, her husband, seldom initiated sex anymore, which concerned her because when they were first married five years ago, sex with her was what he wanted constantly.

She used to laugh when he jokingly used to refer to her as a trophy wife, but now she wondered if Jack was being serious.

The thought that he might no longer find her attractive and no longer want to be married to her both depressed and scared her.

She did not want to get divorced and restart everything over again.

Once in her kitchen, she had Eric sit on a chair while she got the needed medical supplies.

Amber thought getting changed into some more appropriate and less revealing clothing, but the thought of being so sexually desirable to such an attractive young man was fun and turning her on.

She often teased guys at work for fun, but they were all older and unhappy with their wives.

What was happening now was so innocent and yet also so naughty and exciting.

It was an emotional high that she didn’t want to end.

Before heading back to Eric, she pulled her t-shirt up higher on her shoulders so he could see the peach-colored thong panties that she was wearing.

After a furtive glance, she saw that the once enormous hard-on in his shorts that she had noticed before was much smaller but still there.

“Can I bring it back? And how? Would Eric mind if I tried teasing him? Should I even dare to?” she wondered mischievously.

Amber, once again but purposely this time, placed her breasts into Eric’s face while she looked at the cut on the top of his head.

“This alcohol is going to sting, but you need to stay still. Hold tight onto my hips, ok?” Amber told him in anticipation of feeling his touch while trying to sound as innocent as she could.

When Amber had come back into the kitchen, Eric had tried to keep from staring at Amber’s panties that were so sheer he could clearly see the vertical line of her pussy lips.

It was also obvious that she was entirely shaved bare down there as well.

Her legs were so smooth looking and didn’t have a wrinkle or blemish to be found.

Then, once again, her soft and full breasts were pressed into and around his face, and all he could smell was her sweet perfume.

This time, though, because he was sitting down lower, he could see her sexy legs and cute little feet.

The rubbing alcohol did sting, but Eric didn’t care because he was having the time of his life.

Eric had had several girlfriends of all different ages and was no stranger to interacting and flirting with women, so he sensed that something had changed with Amber since he had first sat down in her kitchen.

Was there something more happening at the moment than Amber being just a concerned neighbor?

“Is she teasing me? What’s going on here? This is unbelievable and awesome. I need to try my luck and see how far this goes. But I don’t want to ruin anything!” Eric thought.

When she told him to take hold of her hips to keep steady, he purposely grabbed her knees and then slowly, with firm pressure, slid his hands up her thighs and didn’t stop until he had a locked grip on her hips and had three fingers on each hand under the waistband of her panties.

When he saw the peach color of her panties suddenly get darker from the wetness coming from her pussy he could feel his hardening cock push down the elastic top of his shorts to free itself.

He wondered how Amber would react when she saw it.

Amber was so thrilled from the feeling of his strong hands slowly running up her thighs that she didn’t move and stopped breathing until Eric’s hands were gripped on her hips.

Then she suddenly felt a pre-orgasm sensation pass like a wave through her whole body that lingered and pulsed around her vagina.

She said nothing as she felt his hands move forward in tiny increments until it was no longer just her hips that he was holding but also halfway around the curves of her ass.

Her pussy was soaking wet now, and she hoped that Eric could see that from where he sat.

Moving slowly because she didn’t want what she was feeling to end and was also afraid of what might happen when she was finished, she cleaned and dressed the wound on his head.

Eventually, Amber said, “All done. You can let go of my hips now, Eric.”

At that, Eric never let go of her hips and ass but only stood slowly, and while he did so, he slid his face against and between her breasts, making sure to graze one of her nipples with his mouth, which made Amber gasp out loud.

Neither one spoke, while Eric stared into her green eyes while using his iron grip on her ass to pull her close to him while he was grinding his massive 8-inch cock that was halfway out of his shorts against her pussy.

Amber’s sheer panties offered her pussy little protection from the effects of his cock head that was pressing hard against her clit and was driving her right to the edge of ecstasy.

Eric pressed his forehead against hers and continued to hold her tight.

She just shut her eyes and let Eric continue to have his way with her.

She could feel her soaking wet panties move to the side as just the head of Eric’s cock entered her.

She was sexy...

She was alive…

She was seconds away from an amazing orgasm…

She was……….. MARRIED!

Amber suddenly jumped back away from Eric and almost fell to the kitchen floor.

“No, no, no! We can’t do this! I’m sorry! This is all my fault! I didn’t….” Amber said in tears.

“No, no. No problem. It’s ok. Are you ok?” Eric asked her as he grabbed her wrist to keep her from falling.

“Yes! Let go of me, please!” Amber cried out.

“Amber, I was just trying to keep you from falling,” Eric explained as he reluctantly let go of her wrist rather than following his imagination and twisting it behind her back and forcing her to the ground.

At that, Amber collected herself.

“I know. I’m sorry. Thank you. But this shouldn’t have happened. I’m married. It’s wrong,” Amber replied, trying to convince both of them.

Eric tucked his still-erect penis under his shorts with an anguished look on his face that made Amber feel even worse about herself.

“Please leave,” Amber asked with tears flowing down her face.

“Ok. Thank you for taking care of my cut,” Eric said with a disappointed and angry voice as he walked out the back door of her house.

Chapter 2

Amber was ashamed of herself for what just happened.

But what was worse, she couldn’t stop herself from noticing every detail of the muscles on Eric’s naked back and legs as he walked out of her house until he was out of sight in his own yard.

She couldn’t stop herself from being just as horny now as she was before she stopped him.

She couldn’t stop herself from then dropping to her knees and furiously rubbing her clit until giving herself an amazing orgasm on her kitchen floor.

She couldn’t stop herself from crying and worrying about her husband, Jack, finding out for the rest of the morning.

After a long shower, Amber managed to pull herself together and reflect calmly on what had happened.

Standing naked in front of a full-length mirror in her bedroom, Amber looked at herself with a more forgiving eye.

She had no reason to think badly about herself anymore.

Her 34EE breasts were big, soft and round but barely sagged at all.

She had very few wrinkles or stretch marks anywhere on her body.

Her legs and hips were curvy but toned.

Her butt was just big enough not to be overpowered by her large breasts.

Her stomach was soft but with no bulges.

She wasn’t thin like a teenager but had no folds or sags either.

Her blonde hair was thick and curly, and her red lips were full.

She was beautiful.

Her husband was insane for not appreciating her anymore.

What happened with Eric revitalized her and made her feel like the hot and sexy woman she had always been.

And she had teased and aroused the poor boy before throwing him out of her house today without any kindness or explaining herself.

Amber thought he must be so confused and angry with her.

After quickly getting dressed in conservative clothing this time, despite the intense heat, she went next door to apologize to Eric.

She found Eric where he was when this whole thing started, under his car in his driveway.

He was wearing the same shorts but had a new tank top on.

“Eric? Can I talk to you?” Amber asked kindly.

After Eric got to his feet, he said, “Sure. That was pretty wild earlier. Are you still mad at me?” he asked with little emotion while he tried to look at her eyes and not her smoking hot body that he missed so much.

“No. I was never mad at you. I was mad at myself for letting it happen. You can’t blame me too much, though. You’re very handsome,” Amber added, trying to get a smile from Eric.

It worked.

Eric smiled and said, “That sounds good to me. Thanks.”

“Eric, it can’t ever happen again, and I have to ask you not to tell anyone what happened. Not even your family. I just got carried away at that moment. If my husband finds out, there is no way that he’ll understand,” Amber said.

“I get it. Don’t worry about that. It never happened,” Eric replied.

With that, Amber felt relief, and her anxiety faded away.

“Hey, I’m having a small party tonight before I leave for college in a few weeks.

My dad’s going to have a barbecue for everyone. Along with my friends and Billy’s, there will be a few neighbors you might know too. Dad’s famous for his margarita-making. You and Jack are welcome to come over and hang out and have some food and drinks. We might as well get the “never happened thing” over with.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Plus, Jack is out of town for work and won’t be home until tomorrow morning,” Amber replied with a frown.

“Well, you’re welcome to stop by anytime. Thanks again for taking care of my cut,” Eric said with a smile.

Amber smiled and walked back into her house, satisfied that everything would be fine.

After hearing Eric say the word margarita, that was all Amber wanted on this scorching hot afternoon.

A few hours later, after spending most of the day planting flowers and pulling weeds in her yard, Amber sat under the cabana next to her pool and sipped on a margarita of her own creation.

Next door, she could hear Eric and Billy setting up for Eric’s birthday party.

By the time she finished her second drink, the sun was heading towards the horizon, and she could hear party guests playing in the pool and could smell all the delicious food that his father, Brad, was grilling next door.

That was when she realized that she hadn’t eaten all day.

When she stood up to go inside to get some food and almost fell over, she giggled when she realized how much the alcohol in her drinks affected her.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in her kitchen to eat that appealed to her.

Then she saw Eric’s tank top, which she had washed and dried, sitting on the table.

If she weren’t well on the way to being drunk, Amber would never have thought to return the t-shirt tonight.

But now, with the sounds and smells of people having fun next door, it sounded like a good idea, so she went up to her bedroom to shower and change.

Eric, with absolute glee, told his brother all about what happened with Amber as soon as his brother came home.

“What a fucking bitch! Cockteasing slut! How could she leave you hanging like that?” Billy yelled.

“I know! I was so pissed off and disappointed, but it was still fun. Her ass is so full, and her tits are so big and soft. Billy! Her huge tits are like giant soft and silky pillows or marshmallows that you just want to wrap around your face and sleep on.” Eric said, knowing that his brother was obsessed with Amber’s tits.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! I can’t believe you felt them before I did. You bastard. I’d wrap them around my dick, not my face, you stupid fuck,” Billy said with a laugh.

“Ha! Ha! She smelled nice, too, and her pussy got soaking wet so damn fast,” Eric said, hoping to annoy his brother some more.

“Fuck you. Unlike you, I wouldn’t have let that bitch go. I would have pushed her down on the floor and raped the shit out of her,” Billy shot back.

“No thanks. Unlike you, I’ve never been in jail. I’d like to keep it that way,” Eric said.

“Raping her would be worth it. I can’t wait until Dad hears your story. He gets a hard-on around her, too. He’s totally obsessed with her ass. Remember when she was wearing those little booty shorts while washing her car last month? He almost lost his mind,” Bill declared.

“Yeah, that was hysterical. If the slut’s husband didn’t come home when he did, Dad probably would have gone over there and raped her right in front of us and asked us to join in after he was done,” Eric replied.

Amber tried on several outfits before finding one that she thought would be age appropriate for her and still get a nice reaction from Eric and maybe his friends too.

Had she been a little more sober, she would have realized how wrong the whole idea of going to see Eric again so soon after their last encounter was.

The first few outfit choices that she passed on would have been fine, but the alcohol from her two margaritas, combined with remembering the memory of how good it felt to tease Eric the way she did, made her horny again.

“It was nice feeling sexy! Jack isn’t coming home until tomorrow morning. He’ll never know. Why not do it again? Eric said his friends would be there too. What if I can get a rise out of some of them as well? Or all of them. I just won’t let it get out of control like what happened with Eric. If I make a fool of myself, I’ll just excuse myself and walk home. It will be fine. It will be so much fun too!” She thought as she tried on more and more outfits.

Two final outfits were laid out on her bed.

She had no intention of ever wearing one and only took it out to reminisce about the last time she wore it.

It was a white fishnet tube dress that stretched tight around every curve of her body.

The netting had openings wide enough to allow her nipples to poke through and had an elastic at the bottom that wrapped tightly around the curves of her ass cheeks.

It was absolutely whorish.

She only bought this dress as a fun surprise for Jack in bed.

His reaction, though, was much more than she expected.

Rather than thinking it was fun and sexy, he got super aggressive and told her that if she wanted to dress like a whore then expect to be fucked like a whore.

That night was the closest Amber ever felt like she was being raped despite being a willing participant while having sex with her husband.

Although Jack had fun, there was no enjoyment on her part from the way Jack brutally fucked her with no consideration for her feelings.

When she told him to stop and that he was hurting her, he only told her that she was asking for it.

She was humiliated and never wore that slutty outfit again despite Jack asking her to wear it again multiple times.

Jack had never been so aggressive in bed before; after getting a taste of it, he wanted it again.

If Amber had known, her refusal to wear that dress again or anything like it was one of the main reasons he was losing interest in her sexually.

Why she didn’t throw it away that night, she’ll never know.

Looking at how it looked on her now in the mirror, she knew there was no way she’d ever wear that tonight and go next door to the party, but it was fun to think about.

What kind of reaction would she get?

Drunkenly, she thought it would be extremely positive.

But no, she wouldn’t.

She was drunk and horny but not that drunk and horny.

The other dress was simple but still sexy, and in the end, what she was going to wear.

It was a mid-thigh black and red floral sundress with spaghetti straps over the shoulders.

The cleavage from the dress alone would be enough to catch Eric’s attention.

And if he or anyone else were lucky enough to get a peek under the dress, they’d easily see her nipples through the sheer material of her half-cup black bra.

The little dress was loose everywhere except where it was stretched from barely being able to contain her large breasts.

Amber tried on some 5-inch stiletto heels but decided they were a little too slutty and went with black open-toed 3-inch heeled sandals that laced up to her mid-calf.

With her long blonde hair pulled back away from her face with a long banana clip, Amber thought that she looked incredibly sexy but not too slutty.

Tragically, she couldn't have been farther from the truth.

Had Amber not been as drunk as she was, she would have noticed how thin and transparent the material of her dress and bra were.

In the right light, her panties and nipples were easily visible.

Nonetheless, after dabbing some perfume on either side of her neck and between her boobs, she went downstairs, grabbed Eric’s tank top and happily made her way to the party next door.



Chapter 3

Eric’s dad, Brad, couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his neighbor Amber walk into his backyard through one of the gaps between the hedges that separated the two properties.

He always thought she was smoking hot and often invited her and her husband, Jack, over for drinks or a barbeque only so he could get a good look at her.

But they seldom did.

Jack always seemed interested in going, but Brad knew that Amber didn’t like him at all after catching him always staring at her large breasts no matter what she was wearing.

And he was staring at them now as they strained to rip open the front of her dress, bouncing into each other as she walked across the patio.

“What is this fucking slut up to? She’s never come over by herself before. Is she… no fucking way! Is she going after my son again? I bet the bitch is. This will be awesome!” he said to himself as he lowered the grill cover and made his way over to say hello.

The closer she got to him, her floral dress seemed to transform around her as she walked.

The remaining light from the setting sun made Amber’s dress so see-through it was like she was wearing clear plastic for clothes.

Sadly, that fantastic visual effect was fading, and by the time Brad shook Amber’s hand in welcome, it had returned to normal, and he could barely see her nipples and areolas.

Brad started laughing to himself as he replayed in his head what his son Eric told him about her today, especially the part where she didn’t want her husband ever to find out.

He had every intention of trying to fuck with her about that as much as he could with it.

“Hello, Amber. Glad you decided to join us. Eric told me all about what happened today between the two of you…” Brad said with no emotion in his voice.

Amber’s eyes widened at that, and her heart started beating wildly as he continued, “That was quick thinking not to let it get out of hand like that….”

Amber’s head was spinning from both the alcohol and the anxiety from what she was hearing.

She felt her whole world crashing down around her, and her eyes were on the verge of tears.

“If you just left him hanging, he’d probably still be bleeding. I can’t thank you enough,” Brad finished with a smile.

The realization that Brad was only talking about how she tended to his son’s wound and not his dick left Amber feeling elated and smiling.

It was still a moment before she could collect her thoughts enough to reply, “No problem at all. I was happy to help. He left his tank top at my house. I thought I’d return it in person and maybe have some of the wonderful-smelling food you’ve been barbequing.”

“Holy shit!” Brad thought, “She’s fucking drunk! Or almost. I can hear it in her voice. Ha! Ha! This could be good!”

Brad wasn’t the only one to see the fading sunlight's special effect on Amber’s dress.

Soon the beautiful blonde and Brad were joined by two of her other neighbors, John and Walt, along with Brad’s older brother Don.

John was an optometrist, and Walt owned his own accounting company.

Despite the fact that John lived ten houses down the street and Walt was three streets over, neither one had ever met Amber or her husband.

Don had flown in from out of state and was staying with his brother for a few weeks.

Brad stepped away for a few minutes and left Amber to the leering eyes of the three other men.

With the outfit she had on, each man needed little imagination to picture what she looked like naked.

They were all very complimentary, but if Amber had been in her right mind, she would have noticed that many of the comments were sexual and inappropriate at her expense.

Amber didn’t want to be rude, but her goal wasn’t to hang out with men that were 20 years older than her. She was here to tease the much younger Eric and maybe his friends, but she didn’t see him anywhere in the backyard or pool area.

As she stood up and looked around for Eric, all three men, including Eric and Billy, got a text at the same time.

If Amber had been paying attention to them, she would have noticed them all trying to hold back from laughing.

The text was from Brad, telling the men all about what Amber had done with Eric earlier today.



Brad immediately returned with a margarita and a plate of some of the best-tasting and saltiest food he had been grilling.

After sitting beside Amber, he sent out a second text and included his sons, “Guys, I spiked her drink like crazy! If she finishes it, she’s going to be halfway to totally being shitfaced!”

When Amber asked him where Eric was, Brad replied that he was in the house with his brother and some friends but would be coming out in a few minutes.

At that, John commented about how hot and humid it was and if Amber was going to go swimming.

Don put his hand on her bare thigh and commented on how good the cold pool water would feel.

Annoyed at his blatant touch, but just before she was going to push his hand away, Eric and eight others came out onto the patio, and Amber stood up on unsteady legs to go over to him.

The eyes of four horny older men followed her like wolves looking at a prey as she walked away.

With a friendly smile, Amber handed Eric his shirt and while Eric and two of his female friends talked to Amber, his brother Billy called the other guys away and told the few young men, who hadn’t heard, about what happened between Eric and Amber.

After that, there were now ten horny men at the party, who thought the very worst about the sexy blonde neighbor.

Gabby and Mia were both eighteen and friends of Eric from high school.

Both girls had long, straight brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore bikini tops and cotton shorts.

Gabby was 5’8” and had C-cup breasts that filled out her bikini top well, while Mia was 5’5” with just barely B-cups.

Both were attractive by anyone's standards, and both were athletic and very skinny.

Each of them looked at Amber with jealousy, both from her well-endowed physical beauty that surpassed them at every level and because of how much attention she was getting from all the men at the party.

Gabby was especially annoyed at Amber because she was at the party, specifically because she was interested in dating Eric.

So seeing Amber practically molesting her potential boyfriend did not sit very well with her.

When Amber started touching Eric’s chest while she giggled at everything he said, Gabby was filled with rage and wanted to leave.

Mia hoped to help her friend by making several negative comments about what Amber was wearing, but every time she spoke, the other males quickly came to Amber’s defense with compliments and praise.

Amber was in heaven.

She was surrounded by young men, some of whom were every bit as physically built and handsome as Eric, and it was evident from the bulges she saw in their swim trunks that she had captured everyone’s sexual imagination.

The thought that her husband was losing interest in her was laughable now, she thought as she finished her drink.

The evil looks and negative comments she was getting from the only two other females at the party only confirmed her confidence.

Those girls were younger with perfect skin, pretty faces and were rail thin, but neither one came anywhere close to her sexuality, let alone her breast size.

After one especially mean comment from Mia, where she referred to Amber as a cow, Amber just said that she was “really hot” and pulled both her dress and bra straps down off her shoulders.

At that, most of the young men around her moaned and sighed in lust.

Only the tightness of the dress around her chest held gravity back and kept her boobs covered now.

Billy stood before Amber wearing nothing but his swim trunks, and she got a good look at Eric’s brother, who was the same in every way as Eric except for being 20 lbs heavier, not nearly as attractive and having longer and messier black hair.

He was carrying a tray full of jello shots in little paper cups.

“Vodka Jello shots, people! All different flavors,” he said with a flourish.

Gabby saw this as a chance to get closer to Eric and take the attention away from Amber.

“Eric, want to take a shot off my stomach?” Gabby asked him while pressing his palm against her belly.

“Sure!” was his reply.

After laying on her body down over a recently cleared folding table, Gabby took the jello shot and dumped it onto her stomach just above her belly button.

Eric put his hands behind his back, bent down and took the entire shot into his mouth while letting his whole open mouth press down and kiss and suck on Gabby’s stomach.

This triggered a fit of giggles from Gabby until he lifted his head with a smile on his face and said, “Now’s my turn. You do one off me.”

They changed places, and he dumped a jello shot above his belly button.

Gabby put her hands behind her back and repeated what Eric did to her, which also got Eric giggling.

Amber saw the slight bulge under Eric’s swim trunks after Gabby had her shot and thought that she could get a much better reaction.

Much to Gabby’s chagrin, Amber asked with a sexy smile, “Before you get up, can I have a shot too?”

Eric stayed where he was while Amber took a paper cup from Billy and purposely dumped the jello shot below Eric’s belly button.

She then pulled her long blonde hair back away from her face and tightened it with the hair clip behind her head.

Amber placed one hand on Eric’s stomach and the other on over the waistband of his swim trunks which also included the top half of his now rapidly hardening penis.

While Gabby opened her mouth wide in both shock and rage at where Amber’s hand was, Amber opened her mouth, enveloped the jello with her lips and started sucking on Eric’s lower abdomen while she gently squeezed his cock through his shorts.

Everyone watching, and realizing where her hand was and what she was doing, erupted in laughter, except for Gabby and Mia,

Gabby, with a disgusted look on her face, called Amber a total slut.

Hearing that, without looking up or taking her mouth off Eric’s stomach, Amber lifted her hand off his hard-on, gave Gabby the middle finger and then put her hand back on Eric’s penis with the tips of her fingers, now massaging his balls.

Furious, Gabby stormed over to the pool, took off her shorts and dove in.

Mia followed right behind her and did the same thing.

Amber finally stood up straight, tilted her head back and swallowed the jello as seductively as she could.

Not wanting to end the thrilling rush of sexual excitement that thundered through her entire body from doing what she just did to Eric, Amber wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said, “Who’s next?”

When it soon became apparent to the two girls that Amber was getting all the attention and no one was joining them in the pool, they gathered their things and left in a huff.

Brad, Don, John and Walt joined in the line to have Amber suck a jello shot off their stomachs and took plenty of videos of Amber in action, but after she did it with the last young man called Tank, she refused to do any more.

She made it obvious that the thought of doing something like that with any of the remaining middle-aged men with their paunchy stomachs covered with gray hair and wrinkly skin disgusted her.

Brad looked at his friends, who suddenly went from a happy mood to a furious rage at how Amber so rudely dismissed them, and gave them an “it’s ok” signal and asked the older men to follow him to the other side of the pool and shared with them some of the ideas he had about Amber.

That left six horny young men with hard-on tents in their swim trunks standing in a circle around Amber, wanting more from her.

A lot more.

But to their great disappointment, she was done teasing for the moment and told them that she needed to get a drink of water.

The alcohol from the six jello vodka shots she had just taken hadn’t wholly entered her bloodstream yet, but she was already feeling much dizzier than she was earlier.

Reluctantly the young men parted as she passed them by as she went to ask Brad for some water, but not before several hands reached out to feel her sweaty shoulders, the top half of her exposed cleavage or her upper thighs.

Amber made no effort to protect herself from their touches since every lingering finger sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

Humidity, the heat and what Amber had done, all had the boys covered in sweat by this point, so as a group, they all jumped into swimming in the pool.

Brad met Amber poolside and handed her another margarita.

When she requested water, Brad laughed and told her that there was ice in the drink.

Amber giggled at that, agreed and took a sip.

Her mind was too cloudy to realize how silly Brad’s logic was or if he had any ill intent toward her.

The four older men took the younger one’s place and circled Amber.

Each one hoped the drunk blonde teasing slut would fall over so they could catch her and molest her body while they kept her standing.

To keep Amber drinking, Brad asked her, with an obvious shit-eating grin, if she was enjoying her drink and said that he was incredibly proud of this one.

Amber didn’t know that all four men around her had each pissed a little of their urine into her wide sugar rimmed glass.

In addition to piss and the usual ingredients for a margarita, Brad added a large dose of tasteless Everclear 180.

No one had any idea where the night was heading, but everyone agreed that a drunken Amber was full of wild possibilities.

Chapter 4

Amber sipped her drink as she stood at the pool's edge, talking to Eric and his two friends, Tank and Ryan, while Billy and his two friends pretended to swim while using their lower position to look up Amber’s skirt to get a look at her legs and panties.

Brad noticed that Amber had little interest in any of the older men at the party and didn’t want to do anything to make her feel uncomfortable and want to go home, so they sat together away from her, smoking cigars and laughing every time she brought the margarita glass to her mouth, knowing that she was drinking their combined piss along with a lot more alcohol that she wasn’t aware of.

After giving permission and also several ideas to his sons to try to get away with as much sexual contact with Amber as they could, Brad made sure the two security cameras in the backyard had been recording everything in HD for the entire party.

In addition, all the older men had been recording with their cell phones every slutty thing Amber had done and were each ready to capture whatever else the night would bring.

John and Walt were also offering each other more and more money just to go over and shove her into the pool.

Meanwhile, Amber was putting on quite a show for the boys.

After announcing that she was too hot, she asked the ones closest to her to splash some water on her.

Soon, she was standing there with the front of her dress soaking wet.

The part of her dress that covered her right breast had fallen down due to the added weight from the water.

Her nipple, erect from the cold water, was popping out just above the top of her half-cup bra.

“No more! That’s good,” she said with a laugh before ignoring the condition of her dress and deliberately rubbing and squeezing her breasts like she was trying to get the water off them.

Amber knew that her left breast was exposed and made no effort to cover it back up.

In fact, she purposely made it worse by pretending to try and fix it by reaching down the top of her dress and under her bra and pushing the cup lower until her whole breast was exposed.

She made sure to be looking at all the boy's faces when she took her hand away so that she could see the shocked reactions.

Amber was not disappointed.

They were going crazy with lust.

“Turn around! Let us splash that beautiful ass of yours,” suggested Eric’s friend, Tank.

“Yeah! You have one hot ass! Let us cool it down!” yelled Zeek.

They all started chanting, “Ass! Ass! Ass!”

With no hesitation, Amber turned around, bent at the waist until she was holding her knees and shook her ass in a sexy invitation.

At that, a tsunami of water splashed out of the pool to soak Amber from head to toe.

As she turned, she seductively whipped her now wet blonde hair around and started squeezing her breasts again.

Eric asked her a few times to join them in the pool, but Amber declined each time, saying she didn’t have a bathing suit.

But Eric’s friend, Zeek, quickly responded that she was wearing a bra and panties, which is just like a bikini.

Amber’s drunken mind let her agree with him, and then all six young men in the pool started chanting her name, ”Amber! Amber! Amber!”

That was all the encouragement she needed.

Amber almost fell a few times while taking off her sandals and, after a little struggle, pulled her dress over her head and started stumbling over to the steps in the pool.

Had Amber not been having so much fun, she might have been more concerned about how much the alcohol that she knew she had consumed was affecting her.

As she awkwardly walked down the steps and into the pool, Brad and the three other older men stood up and moved closer for a better view.

Amber’s bra was see-through normally, but now that it was wet, it looked like she had nothing on.

And her breasts were so full and round that her 34EE bra wasn’t enough to cup them fully, and her tit flesh bulged out from under and on the sides of the bra’s frame.

Amber was all smiles as she took her dress off.

This was going to be her last and triumphant tease of the night.

She had six young men absolutely entranced ever since she got to the party, and she loved every minute of it.

Amber thought Zeek, who she thought was as handsome as Eric, was right when he said that a bra and panties were like a bikini.

Except a bikini isn’t see-through like her underwear was.

But that thought never occurred to her.

Instead, Amber was only concerned about walking into the pool without falling.

She knew she was really drunk now and was running out of time.

Her face was getting numb like it always did after drinking heavily.

Her head was spinning, she felt like she was moving in slow motion, and she couldn’t focus her vision on anything.

Amber hoped that the cold water would clear her head long enough for her to say goodbye and make her way home.

The pool water did clear her head slightly, but she was soon disoriented again from being surrounded by six horny young men and fending off twelve eager hands trying to cop a feel off her body.

Hands were everywhere, squeezing her breasts, her ass, her thighs, her hips.

Two boys swam underwater just to grab her calves and feet.

When multiple fingers pushed her pantoes aside and started entering her pussy, Amber didn’t protest and only arched her back and let out a loud moan of joy.

It took the drunken blonde several moments to realize the bra Billy triumphantly held in his hand was her own.

Amber had no idea when her bra was taken off and only realized that her panties were gone when her hands moved down to her hips to defend herself after she felt the first finger of many ram up into her asshole.

“No! Stop. Please. I need my clothes. Stop. Let me go…” Amber pleaded while she weakly tried to push the hands away.

Billy was suddenly standing before her with his hands gripping the blonde hair on either side of her head.

“Too bad slut, you’ve been asking for this all night!” he yelled into her face before pulling her close and started biting and sucking on one of her tits.

“Oww! That hurts! Please don’t…I uhhh…” Amber said weakly.

Bad things were happening to her, but her drunken mind kept her from responding until several seconds after it already happened.

Two boys on either side of her had a savage grip on each of her breasts and were pulling them away from each other as hard as they could while another held both her arms together behind her back.

She was lifted high over the water several times like she was crowd surfing, only to be unceremoniously dropped back down with a splash that knocked the wind out of her each time.

Billy tried to lift her up out of the water by only using his three fingers that were lodged deep into her pussy, but failed despite trying a few times.

By this time, the older men were at the edge of the pool to enjoy the show.

At first, Amber looked to them for help but only saw them all recording everything that was happening to her on their phones.

Tank and Allen had taken off their swim trunks and started slapping her back and face with them.

Whenever the wet material hit her bare skin, it made an incredibly loud “SMACK!” noise and stung her painfully.

Zeek was an ass-man, so he positioned himself behind Amber and unsuccessfully tried thrusting himself into her ass.

Ryan and Billy also removed their trunks and made Amber wrap her hands around their stiff cocks.

After several minutes Amber’s head was repeatedly pushed down into the water to have her face poked and rubbed against the boy's erections.

During all this, Eric was watching everything with a smile and waiting for a prearranged signal from his dad.

At last, Brad whistled and made the time-out signal with his hands.

At that, the boys reluctantly backed off and let Eric proceed with whatever plan was in play.

“Hey guys, stop! Amber, let me help you. The guys just got out of control. Everything is going to be ok. Let me take you someplace where you can get dressed and go home, ok?” Eric said to Amber while he held her steady and walked her out of the pool and across the patio toward his house.

“Yes, thank you. I want to go home now,” Amber said breathlessly.

While coercing her into his house, Brad tossed Eric a large pool towel to wrap around Amber to make her feel safe.

Once they were both in a spare downstairs bedroom, Eric made her sit on the edge of the bed while he positioned his phone camera to record whatever happened next.

With mock concern, he told her, “I’m sorry, Amber. Those guys are creeps. I won’t let them hurt you anymore. Are you ok?”

Amber didn’t answer at first.

She only stared at the floor in shock.

Eric doubted that she even knew where she was.

He started snapping his fingers in front of her face to get a reaction from her.

“Thank…thank you, Eric. Eric? Where am…room is spinning…” the highly intoxicated blonde mumbled.

Eric lifted her head by her chin and kissed her passionately on her lips.

When Amber started kissing him back, his hands roamed all over her naked body.

Amber tried to move her hands to touch Eric but found that she was so drunk that she could barely move her arms at all.

When he started rubbing her pussy, Amber began moaning and automatically spread her legs.

He stopped sucking on her massive breasts and biting her nipples to say, “You know, what you did to me earlier today wasn’t really fair. Do you want to make it up to me?”

Amber didn’t answer, so he asked her again after he pinched and twisted her clit to wake her up.

“Yes! How can I make….it up to…uummmm….oh my god….make it up to you?” she said lustfully.

“Will you do anything I ask?” he said.

“Yes, anything….any… you want. I’m so…sorry,” Amber said earnestly.

Eric just stood in front of her with his massive 8” dick in front of her face and said, “Suck it.”

Without thinking, Amber opened her mouth wide and let her head fall forward until his cock hit the back of her throat, and she started choking.

She did this again and again.

Each time, choking and gagging and choking, over and over.

Each time not being able to get more than half his long cock into her mouth.

“I’m not…I mean..I don’t …like…doing this. It’s…..what?” the blonde mumbled after he pulled his cock free and put it between her tits.

“Push your tits together around my cock. I want to fuck those big fat melons before my brother does,” Eric said with a laugh.

“Your brother? What do….you…mean..uh..not so…rough…that hurts,” she said after he started pinching and twisting her nipples.

The clip on her hair had come off in the pool so now her wet blonde hair cascaded around her face and wrapped around Eric’s cock that was between her tits.

It was an incredible sight.

“I want to fuck you now,” he demanded.

“Fuck me? No... I can’t. I’m….married…” she said softly.

Ignoring her, Eric shoved her backward onto the bed, and then he positioned himself between her wide-spread legs.

“You said anything, beautiful. I want to fuck. Tell me to fuck you. Now!” Eric said as he thrust half of his cock into her soaking wet pussy.

Surrendering to the overwhelming passion of the moment, Amber cried out, Fuck me, Eric! Oh my god, fuck me!”

Chapter 5

With her legs spread wide, Amber screamed in ecstasy while Eric masterfully fucked his beautiful blonde neighbor on the bed.

This whole evening was a sexual high like she had never experienced before in her life.

While teasing all those attractive young men, she had never felt so alive, powerful, or incredibly horny.

And now she was having the best sex of her life.

“Yes! More! Oh my God! YES!!!! I’m cumming! I’m cumming like I’ve never done before! Ohhhh YES!!!” Amber yelled in ecstasy.

Eric’s penis was so large and long!

It filled and touched places in her vagina that she had never felt.

Her husband had never fucked her this good.

“Wait, my husband? Where is he? Where am I? Eric, no. Oh, no, this is wrong…. It all went too far…have to…stop…” Amber’s drunken mind kept changing from lust to shame, depending on how close Eric was bringing her to an orgasm.

But then Amber cried out in passion, “Oh…MY…GOD!! Yes! Yes! Yes!” when Eric’s pelvis pressed down on her clit while he ground his hips against her while all 8 inches of his cock was in her pussy.

It was the third time she had come since they started having sex.

“Oh yeah! Fuck that’s good!” Eric yelled out as he collapsed on top of her when his orgasm followed seconds behind hers.

Amber closed her eyes in contentment as she felt the warm spurts of his cum in her pussy as he emptied himself into her.

While Eric was alternating between kissing her on the lips and sucking on her nipples, Amber tried to regain her senses and take back control of the situation.

She could barely open her eyes, though, and when she did, everything was blurry.

“I have to go…home now,” she tried to say.

The alcohol made her head feel like it was spinning like a top.

“Where am I? Oh, with Eric….I have to go…where? Home, yes home…” She thought.

She kept trying to get up but couldn’t move.

“Why can’t I move? Oh, Eric is on top of me….He’s kissing my breasts…feels so good…want to stay…noooo! I have to go now..” she thought.

“Eric, please, let me up. I really have to go…” Amber said with a slur.

‘Sure. No problem. But first, I want to fuck you until I can’t cum anymore and then I’ll walk you home. Ok, Amber?” Eric said while gently rubbing her clit and making her arch her back and push her breasts into his face.

“Yes, anything,” she gasped, “but then I’m going home.”

Amber gently squeezed her breasts in contentment and kept her eyes closed while she felt Eric get off the bed and then come back to position himself again on top of her between her spread legs.

Suddenly, she felt him drop his whole body on top of her and felt his cock once again entirely fill her pussy in the first thrust.

“Oh, he’s so virile and strong. His penis is still so long and hard! Eric is fucking me even faster this time…” she thought.

She opened her eyes but only saw Eric’s long black hair while he was kissing and sucking hard on her breasts.

“Ohhh!” she cried out in pain.

Eric's hands were mauling her breasts so hard while he furiously fucked her that it hurt her terribly.

Amber tried pushing his hands away, but she was too weak to break his iron grip.

She grabbed his hair and tried to lift his head away from her to stop him from chewing on her nipples.

“No, Eric. Slow down…not so rough…you’re argh! Hurting me…stop…biting..Argghhh!! Me…” she cried.

He had such a death grip on her massive breasts while he fucked her that his fingers looked like they were digging into soft bread dough and not female flesh.

Amber’s pelvis started throbbing in pain from his groin smashing down on her as hard as he could.

She felt no pleasure or joy this time, only pain.

It was like he was fucking only to hurt her.

Eventually, she heard him start to grunt and felt his cum shoot into her pussy again.

Thankfully that he was done and the night was over, Amber tried getting up, but quickly she heard Eric say, “Oh no! I’m not done yet. I’m still hard. Get on your hands and knees this time.”



At that, Amber groaned weakly and submissively rolled over onto her side.

She felt strong hands grab her hips and savagely lift her up onto her hands and knees.

“Please, Eric. not…so hard…this time…you’re hurting…me…Ohhhh!”

Immediately, she felt a cock slam into her pussy from behind so hard that her arms bent, and her head fell into the pillows on the bed.

He was fucking her even more brutally than the previous two times, and every time she tried to look over her should to beg him to slow down, she was punched in the back of her head.

“Eric…Arrrghhhh…slow…um..owww..you’re hurting me...please…”, Amber mumbled.

“Tough shit! You deserve this from the way you were teasing me all night, you fucking slut!” she heard him yell.

“His voice is so deep and angry, and different? why? why ..is he so angry with me? Why is he hurting me so….”

The cock fucking her from behind sped up, and then Amber felt two hands start to maul her huge breasts while she was fucked from behind.

At the same time, she also felt her hair being pulled and her clit being rubbed and, despite all the physical abuse, could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building.

But just before she peaked, she felt the familiar warm spurts in her pussy that told her Eric had cum inside her again.

After making a loud sigh, Amber relaxed as she felt the mattress move from Eric getting off the bed behind her.

“At last. He’s done. It has to be over…no more...I…I..can’t move. Help me up, Eric.” she said in her thoughts since she was unable to speak.

Before she could lift her head though, a strong hand shoved her face deep into the pillow and she heard Eric say like he was on the other side of the room, “Nope, I’m still hard. You teased me quite a lot, Amber. You have to make my hard-on go away. Right? You promised.”

“Eric, please, I will ..But I can’t …take….any more. I don’t want this…You’re hurting me so badly! I want to go home,” Amber pleaded as she felt the mattress move again as he positioned behind her ass and felt a hard cock ram into her again.

“How? How, can …still be…hard. He’s cum..so many times…how many times? I don’t..everything is spinning…I can’t …see..no more…stop…” Amber moaned meekly.

Suddenly, she heard loud music start to play while the smell of cigar smoke filled the bedroom.

“Oh my god!...What …is ……..arrghhh!...happening?

Again, something was holding her head down while two hands were mauling her breasts while her clit was being rubbed all at the same time.

Even in her drunken state, she knew that all she was feeling wasn’t possible from one person.

In a fleeting moment of clarity, she realized that something was very, very wrong.

There were too many hands touching her!

“Arrgghhh!”Amber screamed when she suddenly felt something rudely pressing into her asshole.

As if from across the room, she heard Eric say, with a laugh, “Just my thumb in your asshole, Amber. Remember. You said I could do anything.”

The hands on her breasts were squeezing so hard, tears were flowing from her eyes as she thought that they were being torn off her body.

“Arrgrghhh! Oh…no! No more!! Please! Stop!” she screamed.

The hands on her breasts never stopped squeezing and pulling, but now she felt her ass cheeks being spread apart and something else entering her anus.

“That’s two thumbs in your ass, you fucking bitch! You wouldn’t do a jello shot off my stomach. You thought I was too fucking gross to do it with me. I know. I saw your fucking face. Now I’m spreading your ass. Does that hurt you teasing slut?” an angry voice yelled at her.

“Who? Eric? No..…..that wasn’t Eric! Who? Yes! It hurts…no…stop…no more…I’m sorry! Please! Take it out of my ass!” she screamed as she felt whatever was in her ass start to curl and move around inside her.

After that, she heard a loud groan behind her and felt the familiar warm spurt of an ejaculating cock inside her pussy.

Amber tried to collapse in exhaustion, but the two thumbs in her ass kept her in a face-down ass-up position.

“Here, clean your shit off my thumb, slut” she heard someone say in an unfamiliar voice.

But before she could think too much about it, the ninth cock tonight speared into her pussy from behind while two nasty-tasting thumbs were jammed into her mouth.

Amber’s heart was beating wildly in terror.

Something was wrong!

It’s not humanly possible!

How many times has Eric cum inside her now?

Four?

Five?

More?

And now again?

How is that possible?

It was after the sixth cock had cum in her pussy that Amber tried to come alive and fight back.

She was able to lift her head and look behind her, but the whole room was a blur.

Is that Eric in front of me, but he looks bigger?

And..I thought he was behind me, but I see him by my head now.

Who is fucking me now then?

How can he move so fast?

Do I hear other voices?

Who is that laughing?

Is there someone else in the room?

What is happening?

I have to go home!

She felt hands on her breast and shoulders lift her up to a sitting position while a cock was buried in her pussy from behind.

NO!

Stop!

What is going on?

After a hand grabbed her blonde hair and jerked her head back, a half-full bottle of alcohol was put past her lips and poured directly into her open mouth.

Amber had to swallow the burning liquid to keep from choking.

After the bottle was empty, she was dropped back to her hands and knees.

This time a hard cock was put into her mouth, and she heard a male voice say, “Suck me off, Amber! Suck me off, and we’ll take you home!”

Crying hysterically and desperate to end whatever horror was happening to her, Amber sucked on the cock in her mouth the best she could to make it cum.

But Amber wasn’t a very good cocksucker.

Each time the penis in her mouth hit the back of her throat, she started gagging, and whenever she gagged, hands holding her by her hair would pull her mouth off the cock, slap her face hard and then ram her head back down.

She was so disoriented from the face slaps that she never felt the cock in her pussy cum and then be replaced by another.

“No! This …isn…two…penises??? In me? same…time?…Oh..my..god! What…I’m getting…fucked..,by two…what is happening…” she thought hysterically.

The penis in her mouth pulled out, and Amber heard a voice that clearly wasn’t Eric’s say, “Nice! You got me rock hard again.”

Then she felt multiple hands all over her body as they lifted her up to a kneeling position on the bed.

While she felt the mattress move between her legs, Amber finally got a good look around her.

But what she saw wasn’t helpful in understanding what was happening to her.

She saw multiple large and blurry man shapes moving around her.

She recognized some, but not all.

She saw John and Don standing to her left next to the bed smoking cigars and Eric’s friend Ryan standing to her right.

“What is Ryan doing? Let go of,,,, my boob! Stop twisting! That…hurts…so…much…please STOP!” she tried to say but only drunken mumbling left her mouth.

She saw other men as well but couldn’t retain any more details about them other than some being fat and the others skinny.

The light in the ceiling was so bright it was blinding, and when she looked down, she saw what she thought was Eric lying on his back with his legs between her knees.

But his hair was too long.

“Oh my god! It’s Billy! Billy is fucking me too! Noooooo!” her mind screamed.

He was pinching both her nipples and using them to pull her breasts down toward his mouth.

Multiple and cruel hands lifted her up by her hips and ass and then lowered her until the cock beneath her slid all the way up her pussy.

“Yeah! I’m going suck on these puppies until Dad finishes fucking your ass, and then it’s my turn!” a voice below her said.

“Dad? Who’s dad? No!...Eric’s dad? Brad? All those shapes and men by the bed! Who else is here? Is that….what’s …happening…?

Amber finally figured out that something insidious was happening to her.

Unfortunately, it was also when the alcohol poured into her mouth earlier took her mind past the point of responding in any meaningful way to what was going on.

She could only scream at the top of her lungs when she felt an enormous intrusion that spread her asshole wider than it’s ever been.

With both a cock in her pussy and ass, Amber felt so full she thought her whole bottom was ripping open.

Amber spent the next few hours servicing ten rock-hard cocks with her ass and only stopped screaming because her voice had gone hoarse.

Several times she thankfully passed out halfway through her anal rapes but usually woke up screaming after each new cock intruded deep into her bowels.

After they ran a train on her ass, all ten men she had sexually teased all night brutally fucked her in any way they wanted until morning.

Chapter 6

When Amber awoke the following day, she felt the familiar pressure of a large body on top of her back and the intense feeling of agony in her asshole.

“Will this never end…where am I?” she wondered.

She could hear the man above her grunting in obvious and absolute lust while he rutted himself in her ass.

He was sucking and biting the back of her neck while squeezing her breasts despite her lying on top of them.

“Stop, no more,” Amber said hoarsely.

“Oh, now she’s awake, finally. Good. I want to hear your reaction while I fuck your ass. You just told me to stop! Ha! Ha! Now to fuck you harder and make you scream like your note said to do!” he said.

“Wait! Who was…is that Jack? Oh my god! Jack is on top of me and fucking my ass! I’m in my own bed. It’s daytime! Why is he doing this?” Amber thought as her mind raced to comprehend what was happening to her.

“Arrghhh!” Amber screamed after Jack started throwing his body up and down on top of her in a successful effort to get as much of his seven-inch rock-hard cock into her asshole as deep as he could.

After each downward plunge, he said multiple times in a row:

This!

Is!

The!

Best!

Thing!

You’ve!

Ever!

Done!

For!

Me!

“Jack! No more! You’re killing me!” she screamed.

“Fucking right! You fucking told me too! Arrrrgghhhh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming deep in your ass! Arrgghh Oh yeah!” Jack exclaimed just before he fell on top of her in a sweaty heap.

Amber couldn’t move with him on top of her like that, and Jack didn’t move or take his dick out of her ass, because he was still enjoying what he had just experienced and wanted to make the moment last.

She wasn’t drunk anymore but felt exhausted and extremely hungover.

She was back in her home.

Face down in her bed.

The party was…last night?

There was daylight coming through the windows.

Was her husband raping her?

Wait, did Jack say she asked him to fuck her in the ass?

What is going on?

With his face buried in her curly blonde hair, Jack said, “I can’t believe you did that for me. What a wonderful wife you are. To come home after working like crazy and to find you in bed waiting for me. Wearing that slutty dress that I find sexy as hell was great enough, but to read the note you left me. Telling me that your ass was mine and to fuck it as hard as I wanted to. To not stop no matter what you said. Fucking beautiful.”

“What the holy fuck is he talking about? What note?” Amber said to herself as she tried to wipe the tears of agony from her eyes.

Jack slowly moved off to her, and was constantly kissing her back while one hand massaged her ass.

“I love you, baby. That was a fantastic gift,” he told her.

Amber slowly rolled over to face her husband and thought, “Gift? Love me? Even after you find out what I did last night?”.

“I love you too, baby. Can you show me that note? I was a little drunk last night when I typed it out.” she said cautiously, not wanting to say the wrong thing before she discovered what was going on.

“I bet you were to come up with this. You still stink like alcohol and…cigar smoke? That’s weird.” Jack told his wife with a smile while lovingly nuzzling her forehead with his own.

“Can I, can I see the note?” she asked again, dreading what she was going to read.

“Sure, don’t forget the last line. I felt really bad I made that happen too, but I’m not going to miss my chance for a second time. Stud indeed. That was a funny word to use, baby, but it’s fucking accurate,” he said proudly.

Amber saw that the note was everything Jack said it was, an open invitation for anal sex when Jack got home from work in the morning.

“Last line?”, she thought, “what does the last line say? Oh, my god! Added bonus, if you make my asshole bleed you can do it again after I heal. You might never get another chance if you don’t break my ass today, stud!”

When she looked at Jack, he was holding the base of his half-hard cock so it was standing straight up.

It was covered from top to bottom in blood.

Her blood!

Her hand went to touch her swollen anus and also came back streaked with blood.

That was when she noticed that she was wearing the fishnet dress that her husband loves her to wear so much.

The same dress that she left on her bed when she went next door to the party.

“THE PARTY!” Amber screamed to herself as the most events that happened last night, that she could remember anyway, came flooding back into her memory.

By this time, the constant throbbing pain coming from multiple areas of her body intensified until her ears were blocked, and she was having trouble breathing.

Jack was looking at his wife’s sexy body that was stretched out next to him, and his cock started to harden in his hands.

He had never felt so masculine and so sexually exhilarated.

“I didn’t get home until 10AM, and was surprised that you were still in bed. And even more surprised that you were face down and wearing that fucking dress with your ass raised up by a pillow under your hips. I almost jumped on you right there and fucked you, but then I read the note on the side-table. I thought you were joking. Then I saw the open bottle of vaseline next to the note, and I was like, fuck, this is for real. We had never done anal before, so I used plenty of that jelly on my dick, but it looked like you prelubed your ass for me too. Did you?” Jack asked.

After a long pause to let her mind comprehend what he was saying, Amber knew she had to go along with everything to keep Jack from finding out why she was the way she was, so she lied and replied, “Yes. I wanted to make it easy for you.”

“God, you’re fucking perfect. It did. Your ass was still really tight, but I slid right into you all the way to my balls the first slide in. Your ass is so fucking hot. I mean that, literally. It was like putting my dick in a hot oven. Fucking awesome. What made you think about doing this for me?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know. I thought you were getting bored with me,” Amber admitted.

Her absolute submission to him this morning was an aphrodisiac to Jack, and he wanted more.

Normally, he never would have dared ask her to do the obscene thing that he was thinking right now, but it didn’t seem too extreme to him anymore.

To be honest, Jack had been getting bored with her sexually.

But now, knowing that she was feeling insecure, Jack doubted if there was anything he could do or ask for, and she’d say no.

“I was getting bored. But now I want more,” he said purposely to manipulate his wife into doing whatever he asked.

Not having any idea how she was physically or emotionally devastated at the moment, Jack pushed his hand through her long blonde hair and cupped the back of her head before saying, “I want you to clean my cock with your mouth.”

Normally, Amber would never have considered doing such a disgusting thing, but she was so tired and beaten down while being so anxious about what might and might not have happened at the party, she let her husband direct her head down to his crotch until her mouth enveloped his bloody penis and gave him a blowjob.

It was humiliating and gross tasting, but soon her blood, shit and lube was gone, and all she could taste now was the familiar taste of pre-cum.

Jack's hands had both wrapped around the back of her head and he was thrusting upwards with hips hard and expecting Amber to start choking like she always did.

Instead, Jack felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat and rather than gagging, his wife forced her head forward and tried to get more of him into her mouth.

It didn’t take long before he orgasmed, and she swallowed every drop of his cum.

“Oh yeah, a deep throat, and you swallowed my cum too! You never do that. You are the best wife ever!” Jack said as he fell backward on the bed and shut his eyes in total bliss.

Amber didn’t think she was doing anything different while having oral sex with her husband but did notice that she wasn’t gagging when he went deep like she usually did.

She just didn’t know that she had subconsciously learned how to take a hard cock into her throat last night after hours of being constantly raped in her mouth.

It was her body's self-preservation response to keep her breathing correctly.

Amber then hobbled off the bed and made her way slowly to the bathroom to urinate and then take a shower.

Thankfully, the flimsy fishnet “dress” was so stretchy that it was easy to take off in a way that didn’t rub against her sore, and in many places, bruised skin.

Looking at herself in the full length bathroom mirror was quite a shock.

Her usually well styled long blonde hair was a total mess.

A long night of constant cry had made her eyes puffy and bloodshot along with running her black mascara down her cheeks.

Her bottom lip was swollen, and her earrings were gone.

There were bruises, hickeys and bite marks all over both of her breasts.

Her ribs, hips and vagina hurt terribly but nothing compared to the burning agony that was her asshole.

The blood from her anus washed away with soap and water in the shower and didn’t return.

She prayed that there was no permanent damage.

Memories of last night were slowly coming back to her.

Amber could clearly remember having so much fun, trying on clothes, teasing the boys, infuriating the girls and drinking the drinks.

Jello shots!

That was crazy fun.

Despite every ounce of her body currently being in pain, the memory of sucking jello shots off of six young men’s stomachs made her smile.

Memories get a little hazy and jumbled after the jello shots, though.

There were scattered memories of asking to get splashed while standing by the pool.

I can remember the boys chanting my name and begging me to strip.

Oh my god!

I did, and put on a perverse show while doing so.

Why did I do that?

Why did I get into the pool?

Why didn’t I just leave?

What happened after?

I had sex with Eric.

Oh my god!

I cheated on my husband!

All the memories after that point were a scrambled mess that she couldn’t focus on right now.

She had to deal with the present.

How do I keep Jack from ever finding out?

When she was done in the shower, Jack was no longer in the bedroom.

After she looked out the window, her heart stopped.

Jack was talking to Brad in her backyard!

A short time later, while Amber was trying to stay still and not hurt herself while having a cup of coffee in her kitchen, Jack came back into the house and said he was going to take a shower.

“You ok? You look horrible. Don’t blame me. You asked for it,” he told her with a laugh.

“No, I am really sore but you’re right. I asked for it. For all of it. Was that Brad from next door I saw you talking to?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy, Amber. I don’t know why you don’t like him. He asked us over for a barbeque next weekend. I know we have nothing planned so I said yes. It’s not an all day thing. Plus, he offered his son Billy to help me fix the leaking faucet in the upstairs shower. Brad said he’s almost got his plumbers license,” Jack said.

When Amber didn’t say anything and only stared at the floor, Jack continued, “He also told me all about what you did at his party last night.”

At that, Amber stopped breathing and waited for the worst.

A mad jumble of Images flooded into her mind of everything that she could clearly remember and fragments of what she hoped were wild yet harmless alcohol induced dreams and nightmares..

“And all that you did with Eric.”

She felt lightheaded, like she was going to faint.

She waited for the damning accusations and questions that she couldn’t answer.

“All about why you went to the party.”

Her arms and legs started shaking and her heart was beating wildly while she was about to beg for his forgiveness.

It was over.

The life that she loved was over.

But then he said something that she never expected.

“I’m very proud of you,”

Her eyes flew open in disbelief.

“Taking care of his cut like that and then washing and returning his t-shirt. That was above and beyond. You’re an amazing woman and a good neighbor.” he told her after kissing her on her forehead and walking away.

Amber almost died inside hearing all of this.

“No! What the fuck is going on? What the fuck exactly happened last night? I wasn’t dreaming! I remember most of it, mostly. It all happened. I cheated on my husband. With Eric. And with so many others. I was beaten. I was raped! Raped! Thos fucking assholes all raped me! How did I get back home? Who dressed me like that and why? Who printed that note? Why didn’t Brad say anything to Jack? I know he was there! He raped me too! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???”

End of Part 1

Part 2

Chapter 7

For the next few days, Amber went out of her way to avoid any contact with her next-door neighbors.

She took on extra shifts at work to stay away from home and literally ran to and from her car in the driveway.

But the stress and anxiety from worrying about what would happen when she and Jack went next door for a barbecue on Saturday was becoming unbearable.

She tried to talk Jack into not going, but she didn’t want to raise his suspicion about anything by protesting too much.

Thursday morning, Amber stood in her kitchen drinking coffee while staring intently at two of her neighbors working on a car in their driveway.

The small flowering bushes separating the yards made it difficult for her to see who exactly it was, but she strongly suspected it was Eric and his father.

She wanted to go over there and confront them, but she was too scared.

What was she going to say?

What horrible things would she learn about what went on?

What horrible things about herself would she learn about?

But she had to.

She couldn’t live the rest of her life in constant terror about what she didn’t know.

With a shaking hand, she opened her side door and made her way across her yard to confront her rapists.

Brad saw her approach while he was wiping the sweat off his brow, and his face lit up with a big smile.

Unlike the last time he saw her, she wasn’t dressed like a slut today.

Instead, she was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt, white jeans and sneakers.

But the short sleeve shirt that was buttoned up to her neck still couldn’t hide the big tits she had underneath it.

Brad felt his dick start to harden with the memories of sucking and squeezing them to his heart's content.

After tapping Eric on the shoulder to get his attention, he said to her, “Well, hello, neighbor. How are you doing on this hot morning?”

With a look of anger and disgust on her face, Amber replied, “I think you know why I’m here. Is there any reason why I shouldn’t call the police and have you all arrested?”

That made Eric look at his dad in mild concern, but Brad just waved away what Amber said and replied with a grin, “For what beautiful? Having too much of a good time?”

With absolute rage but in a cool tone, Amber said, “You fucking bastard. You raped me. You all raped me at that fucking party.”

Neither man replied.

Looking directly at Eric, she went on, “I can’t believe you would do what you did to me. How could you?”

“Did what exactly? Fucking you like you begged me to?” Eric replied sharply.

Amber was expecting an apology or a denial.

What Eric said shocked her to her core.

After seeing Amber’s bewildered reaction to that, Brad said, “Look, lady. If you coming over to a party at my house, dressed like a slut, teasing the fuck out of everyone, putting on a strip show, getting shitfaced, and literally begging to be fucked is what you call rape, then, yeah, we’re guilty as charged. Just so you know, I have it all on video along with, what, 12 witnesses? Which includes two teenage girls that left because they thought you were being too much of an obnoxious whore and you sickened them. Good luck with that in court.”

Amber was flabbergasted and didn’t know how to respond while the two men moved to stand close to her.

“Come on. You LOVED it. Especially with me. Want to see how you called out my name each time you had an orgasm?” Eric said as he lifted his phone to her face and showed her wrapping her arms and legs around Eric’s body and screaming in ecstasy while she climaxed multiple times.

Tears started flowing out of the blonde’s eyes as seeing what she did on the video opened a floodgate of memories that she had successfully suppressed.

“I was drunk. I couldn’t consent. It was still rape,” Amber said softly but with no conviction.

“Show her the part that her lawyers and husband will love the best,” Brad told his son.

“Yeah, check this out,” Eric said.

It was the moment when Amber begged Eric to fuck her and agreed to do anything he wanted to do to her.

Emotionally shattered, Amber closed her eyes and tried to turn around and walk back to her house in shame.

But Brad grabbed her by the arm and said, “Oh, no. Let's get out of the heat and talk about what’s going to happen next.”

Still in shock, she made no attempt to stop Brad from escorting her into his house.

Once in the air-conditioned TV room, Jack asked her if she wanted something to drink, to which she declined and only stared at the floor.

Brad handed Eric a Pepsi and asked Amber, “What will you do when Jack finds out what happened? What are you going to say? He’s going to be pissed. Might even forgive you and come after me in a fit of rage. Just so you know, I’m always carrying. And so is Billy and eventually Eric.”

Just as he finished speaking, Brad lifted his t-shirt up off his waist to reveal a holstered gun that he took off and put in another room.

After he returned, both men sat on the couch while Amber stood and stayed silent while her mind was reeling.

Defeated, Amber said, “I won’t tell him. I won’t go to the police. I won’t tell anyone. Please don’t tell Jack. Please.”

“Did you hear something, Eric?” Brad asked his son while nodding his head and making an evil smile. “Someone said something, but it was so faint. Was that you, Amber? Can you speak up?”

Louder this time, Amber repeated what she had said.

“Yeah, it’s definitely you talking. Still tough to hear, though. It might make it easier for me to hear you if you take off your shirt.”

That made Amber come suddenly alive, look at Brad, and angrily say, “Fuck you! I’m not doing that! You both can go fuck yourselves!”

“Ok. Whatever. Eric, do you think you can get all the videos of Amber being a total slut and getting fucked from the home security cams and edit it all together with the videos you’re friends sent you to make a full-length movie?” Brad asked.

“Sure. It’s probably going to be over 4 hours long, though,” Eric replied.

“Yeah. That was a long night of fucking. I wonder if little miss I-won’t-take-off-my-shirt even realizes how many times she got fucked in one night and by how many people,” Brad said while sipping his Pepsi.

“Please, no..please don’t do this...I beg you,” Amber said to Brad before walking over to Eric and taking his hand while pitifully pleading, “Don’t do this, please…”

“There’s that noise again. I wish I could hear what it was. Eric, once you have that video made, we’ll hook up some outside speakers, hang a sheet between two trees in the back yard and project the movie so a large group of people can see it. Let’s do that this Saturday night during the cookout. Let's also make it so the sheet is positioned so Amber and her husband can see it from their backyard in case they decide not to attend. We can play it every night. Invite the whole neighborhood. Sell popcorn.” Brad continued.

Amber saw no way out of her dilemma and not a trace of mercy in either man's eyes.

With shaking hands, she reached up and undid the top button on her shirt.

Then the next one.

And then another.

When they were all unbuttoned, and she removed her shirt, both men said, “Fuck, yeah!’ at the same time.

A plain white bra barely contained Amber’s large breasts, and with her long blonde hair, jeans and sneakers, she looked like an innocent “girl next door” busty Playboy model.

“No more, please, no more,” Amber said weakly.

“Hey, I almost heard what you said. I think that bra covering your big fat tits is muffling your voice. Lose it,” Brad directed her.

Amber bowed her head, and tears that fell down from her eyes gave her cleavage a moist sheen.

When her bra hit the floor, both men clapped.

“Keep going,” Eric said firmly.

The defeated blonde kicked off her sneakers, pulled the zipper down on her jeans, and soon stood before them in only a pair of pink satin panties.

“God, look at those fucking tits! Hey! I can still see a bunch of bruises on them from the party. Ha HA! Lose the underwear, slut. Take off my shorts and straddle me. I want to fuck you and suck on those fat torpedoes while we decide what we’re going to do about you,” Brad said.



When Amber bent at the waist to remove her panties, Eric came up behind her, cupping each of her huge breasts in his hands like he was weighing them, and rubbed the hard-on in his shorts in between the crack of her ass.

“No, don’t touch..oh my god, please stop,” she whimpered.

“I stopped once after you teased the hell out of me. That’s never happening again,” Eric said as he squeezed both her breasts as hard as he could before pushing her toward his dad.

With trembling hands, Amber pulled Brad’s loose cotton shorts and briefs off, and she got a good look at his erect cock.

It was huge, just like Eric’s!

In absolute despair, she straddled his waist and positioned her dry pussy over his cock like she was instructed.

When Billy got home from a beer run, he waited by Eric’s car for his brother to return.

It was obvious from the tools and soda left behind on the car that Eric and probably his father too were coming back soon.

After 5 minutes, though, Billy got tired of waiting and went into his house to see where they were.

What he saw in the living room sent him into hysterics.

Their slutty next-door neighbor was naked on the couch and bouncing up and down on his dad's cock while his father’s face was entirely engulfed by her big fat tits while his brother was filming it all with his cell phone.

“Am I too late for the gangbang?” Billy asked with a laugh.

“Right on time, bro, but I’m next,” Eric replied.

After a loud groan that told everyone he had just cum in her pussy, Brad said, “Nice fuck, slut. Now get off me.”

“I’m next, Mrs. Madison,” Eric said with sarcastic respect, “Stay on the couch. I want one of the few things that we didn’t do last week, although others did. I want a titfuck and then maybe cum in your mouth.”

Amber submissively did whatever she was told.

She saw no way out of this hell.

She had to do whatever they wanted to keep them quiet.

As Eric straddled her waist and pushed her breasts together around his long and hard cock, she just prayed that today would be the last time.

Despite the large size of her breasts, Eric’s penis was still long enough so that its fat head was exposed while her tit flesh surrounded the shaft.

It didn’t take long for her tits to be covered in his pre-cum slime.

After several minutes, Amber’s breasts were sore from the crushing pressure caused by both her hands and Eric’s that were shaping her breasts.

She could see Billy standing next to the couch, naked, and waiting for his turn while looking at the erotic scene on the couch.

Billy’s penis was equally as long and hard as his brother's and father's.

It was one of the many things they had in common, like their willingness to abuse and rape the beautiful blonde next door.

When Eric felt he was about to cum, he quickly shifted upwards and rammed his entire cock into her mouth.

In one thrust, he was balls deep, and she could feel his cock bend downward as it went down her throat.

Usually, this would have caused Amber to choke and gag uncontrollably, but after last week's gangrape, Amber was forced to learn how to cope.

Entranced, Billy and Brad watched her throat muscles move as she swallowed spurt after spurt of Eric’s cum.

As Amber wiped her mouth after Eric got off her, Billy said, “Shit, I love those fucking tits too, but I already fucked those funbags a few times. Stay on the couch but turn around, get on your knees and stick your ass out. I want to fuck you from behind and see your ass shake while I pull all that fucking blonde hair.

And that’s exactly what he did for 30 straight minutes.

After he came in her pussy, Amber collapsed on the couch, praying that this nightmare was over.

The room was quiet, but Amber was keeping her eyes closed and didn’t see the three men whispering to each other.

“Can I go home now?” she asked softly.

After a long pause, Brad said, “Almost done. We just want to ask you a few questions.”

“Did your hubby like the gift we left him? The note was my idea. Did he fuck your ass until you bled? If he did, say thank you to me,” Billy said.

“Yes. Thank you, Billy,” she said with no emotion.

“Don’t be too mad at dear old Jack. Despite all the Vaseline we used, your ass was bleeding well before that. Shit, you were fucked in the ass so many times! Ten times in a row! Ten cocks, one after the other. You were screaming like mad. It was awesome. Then Billy and I had seconds before we flipped you over, and the rest of the guys fucked your pussy again,” Brad said.

“You’d think that fucking that tight fucking ass of yours would be my favorite memory, but, to be honest, it was when we all lifted you up in the air, carried your naked body into your house and dumped you down on your bed. Something about that whole scene was…just fucking unreal. I watch the video over and over all the time,” Billy said.

“Thank you, Billy,” Amber said, not knowing what she was saying thank you for.

“I loved fucking you on your own bed. It was a wild scene, and seeing pics of you and your husband on the wall and on the table tops. Ha ha! Did you notice what we did to your wedding photo? Tank dropped a load all over your face and then hung it back up on the wall. Hysterical. Do not take it down!” Eric added sternly.

“Thank you for doing that. I didn’t notice, and I won’t take it down. I promise,” Amber said miserably.

“You can thank me for putting that slutty dress on you. Were you thinking of wearing that to the party? Was that why it and the other dresses were on your bed? I wish you wore that to the party. We would have fucked you a lot sooner and a hell of a lot harder,” Brad said with a laugh.

“Thank you, Brad,” Amber said, unable to hold back a new flow of tears from her eyes.

“At the barbeque on Saturday, I want you to wear a dress but no bra or panties. Think of it as a dessert you can bring. Pray it’s not windy,” Brad said, making them all laugh.

“Yes, Brad. Thank you. May I go home now?” Amber asked, willing to say anything to make this day end.

“After you kiss the tip of each of our cocks, you can get dressed and leave. But leave your bra and panties,” Eric said, which earned him a high-five from his brother for his creativity.

Once back at her house, Amber collapsed on her living room floor and cried until she fell asleep. A few hours later, she woke, dragged herself upstairs to shower, and got ready for work.

She worked an afternoon shift today and was gone before Jack came home.

Chapter 8

When Saturday arrived, Amber was an emotional wreck.

Stress and anxiety had kept her from eating most of the week, and despite being extremely hungry, the thought of eating anything made her nauseous.

To make matters worse, Jack’s libido had kicked up into high gear, and he wanted sex all the time.

And he was so demanding!

He knew that she didn’t like to perform oral sex, but that was what he demanded without even asking nicely.

Amber didn’t dare to complain about it or say no to anything that he wanted.

Overwhelming guilt from what she had done and absolute fear of his finding out was keeping her from doing anything that would make Jack unhappy.

She was just grateful he didn’t want anal sex again.

Jack, on the other hand, was happy, almost buoyant, about his life at the moment.

Work was going well.

The weather was perfect all week for golfing before going home, and after last weekend, his wife had become very submissive sexually, and he loved it.

He had a free pass for another round of anal sex, but Amber had made it clear that she needed a lot more time to heal before risking doing it again.

That was fine with him because he enjoyed getting her to give him a blowjob on demand.

In the shower.

Just as he walked through the door from work.

In the car while he was driving.

One time in the middle of the night while she was sleeping.

Whenever Jack wanted a blowjob, he didn’t bother with even asking her anymore.

He would just push her down by her shoulders, and she would take his dick out and start sucking without hesitation.

No more gagging either, and she was swallowing his load every time, which was brand new.

It was like she was a totally different person as regards to sex, and he couldn’t have been more happy.

They were both in their bedroom getting changed to go to the cookout next door.

When Amber came out of her walk-in closet, Jack started laughing at what she was wearing.

“Any reason you picked that dress? I’m sorry, baby, but it’s not attractive at all. It’s too hot out to wear that. Pick something sexy. Tease the neighbors a little. Have some fun,” he told her with a grin.

After hearing what he said, Amber froze in disbelief.

Did Jack know?

He must.

Why else would he say that about her teasing the neighbors?

But no, he wouldn’t be smiling.

We wouldn’t be going to a party hosted by the men that violently raped her the week before.

Unless he knew what happened but didn’t believe that she was raped.

Was he taking her to the cookout just to humiliate her?

Amber’s mind was racing with all kinds of crazy scenarios.

She felt like she would faint but instead ran to the bathroom to vomit.

But since her stomach was empty, all she ended up doing was dry heaving over the toilet.

“You ok, babe?” Jack asked in concern.

“Yes, I’m fine. False alarm. I just need to eat something,” she replied.

Jack laughed when he thought he could give her his sperm to eat but decided to keep that to himself.

Maybe later.

“Good. Just wear a t-shirt over your bikini. You’re probably going swimming. I am. It’s still hot as hell out,” he suggested.

“Bikini?” Amber thought, “Oh no. I’m not wearing a bikini and going swimming over there, no matter how hot it is.”

And she knew that she had been commanded to wear a dress.

With no bra or panties.

How humiliating!

“I know, wear the yellow thing that you wore down in Mexico that time. It was super sexy,” Jack suggested as the thought of showing off his wife suddenly became a turn-on for him.

The “yellow thing” was a loose and silky sundress that was supposed to be worn over a bathing suit.

It had long spaghetti straps over the shoulders that showed plenty of cleavage and cut in a way to totally expose her back right down to her waist.

She had thought about wearing it to tease Eric but didn’t because she hadn’t had a matching bra.

In Mexico she wore a yellow bikini to keep her breasts from falling out if she moved too fast, but today she had to go with nothing.

Wanting to keep Jack happy, that was the dress that she wore.

Normally, she would have looked fine, but with no bra or bikini top, her large breasts shook in front of the dress like jello every time she moved and threatened to spill out from the wide openings on the sides.

“Oh, yeah, that’s much better, babe. Your boobs are driving me fucking wild! Get over here,” Jack said.

"No bra?” has asked after feeling her up.

“It’s too hot for a bra, I think,” she replied, hoping that he didn’t mind and grateful he didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing panties either.

He didn’t mind and didn’t notice.

Ten minutes later, after Jack had stopped kissing her lips while squeezing her breasts through all the openings, they walked next door to the cookout.

It felt like deja-vu for Amber as she walked with Jack to what felt like her doom.

She heard the same sound the grass made as it brushed against her sandals as she walked across the lawn.

She could smell the same smell of the food cooking on the barbeque.

Many of the same men as before were scattered around the patio and in the pool.

Brad approached them with the same welcoming smile.

“Here’s that beer that you like, Jack. And here’s a margarita that Amber had last week. It’s the same recipe. I think you said that you liked it,” Brad said, but leaving out that it was made without his piss this time.

“Why, thank you, neighbor. Perfect,” Jack said with a smile.

Amber said thank you as well while avoiding eye contact with Brad.

Once again, she was the only female at the cookout.

She didn’t see Eric anywhere, but his brother Billy was in the pool with two of his friends, who were just staring at Amber with an obvious lust in their eyes.

Jack was introduced to Don, Brad’s brother and two neighbors he hadn’t met before, but Amber had drunken memories of both John and Walt and what they did to her.

While John and Walt explained where their respective homes were in relation to Jack’s, Don stealthily made his way behind Amber, ran his hand under her dress and started squeezing her naked ass.

Amber forced herself to stay still and showed no emotion on her face while she felt Don’s fingers quickly slide between her asscheeks and curl into her pussy.

Out of the side of her vision, she saw the three boys in the pool erupt into laughter as they watched what was happening.

Don made his way back in front of Jack and Amber, put those same fingers in his mouth, and stared at her while Walt suggested that Jack should join him and Walt on the golf course someday.

When Jack was on his third beer and deep in a conversation about golf with John and Walt, Brad asked Amber if she could help him in the kitchen.

Amber reluctantly followed Brad and Don through the sliding door and into the house with great trepidation.

Within seconds both men were on either side of her, and four hands were molesting every inch of her body.

Don slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders to expose her huge EE-sized breasts.

“No bra or panties, as instructed. Good job slut. Now it’s time to suck,” Brad told her, pushing her down to her knees by her shoulders.

With tears in her eyes, Amber realized that she had to comply, so she pulled down his shorts and put his erect cock into her mouth.

Brad ran his fingers through her curly blonde hair and wrapped his hands around her head to force as much of his cock into her mouth as he could.

Don kept watch out the window to warn if Jack started looking for his wife.

It didn’t take long before Brad’s cock spurted a massive load of cum into the submissive blonde’s mouth.

Before Amber even thought about getting up off her knees, Brad’s cock was replaced with Don’s as they changed places.

Don took a little longer, but unlike his brother, he chose to shoot his load all over Amber's beautiful face.

The men held her wrists as they helped her to her feet and told her that she couldn’t wipe the cum off her face.

Amber could feel the sticky mess on her forehead, left cheek, nose and some in her left eye too.

“No, please. Jack, Jack is going to notice..” she said, trying to convince them to let her clean her face.

“Tough shit, slut. It’s so hot my cum will be dry before you get back to him,” Don said with a laugh.

Just then, Amber turned around in a panic when she heard the noise from the sliding door opening.

But instead of seeing Jack, as she feared, she saw Billy and his two friends walk into the kitchen.

They were all soaking wet from the pool, and she could see that each one had a large bulge in their swim trunks.

“Enjoy, boys. We’ll make sure that her hubby is occupied but don't take too long, and don’t let her wipe my cum off her face,” Don told them.

A while later, Amber stumbled out of the house.

She could feel the cum from the boy, that had just fucked her, slowly start to trickle out of her pussy and drip down her inner thighs.

Billy unknowingly followed his father and orgasmed while his cock was in her throat.

While the third boy, Allen, deposited his semen on her face just as Don did.

Knowing that she wasn’t allowed to wipe any of it away, she meandered slowly over to her husband while keeping her face pointed at the blazing sun.

By the time she sat down next to him on a chaise lounge, she could feel that the cum was dried from how it contracted her skin and hoped that it wasn’t noticeable.

While she was being made to have sex in the house, Jack had moved from drinking beer to liquor and was drunk enough so that when he asked Amber what was all over her face, he didn’t think twice about it when she replied that it was sunscreen.

What neither of them knew was that Brad had been spiking his drinks just like he had with Amber’s last weekend.

That was when Eric walked into the backyard with Gabby and Mia on either arm.

Eric was smiling after reading a text that his father had just sent him asking him to see if he could guess what was all over Amber’s face.

As soon as the two girls saw Amber, they both angrily turned toward Eric and demanded to know what that whore was doing here and that they would never have come if they had known.

When Eric told them both that she was here with her husband and wouldn’t be like she was last week, both girls calmed down.

Gabby whispered into Mia’s ear an idea that she had, and Mia shook her head in encouragement.

As the three of them walked over to some snacks on a table by the grill, Jack almost fell as he stood up and announced that he was going for a swim.

Eric took that moment to walk over to Amber to see what his father was talking about while the two girls headed to the pool.

With a smile on his face, Eric asked Amber what was all over her face.

He was joined by Billy and his two friends, Allen and Zeek, who joined in her torment.

“I think I know,” Billy said, with a laugh, when Amber didn’t reply and only stared vacantly at the top of her second margarita glass.

“I definitely know. At least what’s on her right cheek, the top of her head and some spots between her tits, because I put it there,” Allen said as he high-fived Billy.

Zeek sat on the chair next to her and, after making sure they were out of the view of her husband who was in the pool, ran his hand up her thigh and stopped just below her pussy when his hand felt something sticky.

“Let’s see if I can find mine. Let me dig into that shaved pussy. There we go. I bet if I had time to fuck that sweet and tight ass, nothing would have dripped out,” Zeek said with a laugh.

After scooping up what he knew to be the cum he had just fired up her pussy, he brought it to Amber's lips and told her to suck his fingers clean.

Openly sobbing while sitting in the chaise with her back to her husband, Amber opened her mouth, moved forward and started sucking the cum off Zeek’s fingers.

Meanwhile, Gabby and Mia were standing at the edge of the pool in front of Jack, who was drunkenly looking up at them.

Both girls were obviously trying to tease him, much like Amber had done to their friends last week.

Gabby turned around and pulled her shorts down over her tight ass and then her long, lean legs before tossing them aside.

While adjusting her Brazilian-cut bikini bottoms that had ridden deep between the cheeks of her ass, she said she was “so hot” and asked Jack if the water was cold.

While he responded with a stupid grin, Mia undid the bikini knot behind her neck, let the thin straps fall and asked Gabby if she would put sunscreen on her back and shoulders.

Both 18-year-old girls had dark tans and whenever Jack caught sight of the creamy white skin under their bikinis, it drove him wild with lust.

While standing behind Mia, Gabby intentionally poured too much lotion on her shoulders and then slowly ran her hands all over Mia’s body in the most seductive way possible.

When her fingers ran down Mia’s flat stomach and dipped into the front of her bikini bottoms, she let her fingers linger and then asked Jack, “should I go lower?”

But before Jack could speak, she suddenly pushed Mia into the pool directly next to Jack.

Mia grabbed Jack by his shoulders like she was using him for balance, but she was really just rubbing her thin and now oily body against him.

“Oh, sorry, Mr.? What’s your name, Mr?” Mia asked with her hands holding his chest.

“Jack Madison, beautiful. That was mean of your friend. Do you want to get her back?” he whispered to Mia, while holding her ass and rubbing the side of his face against hers.

Mia pressed her small B-cup breasts against his chest and nodded her approval.

“Hey, honey, can you take this for me?” Jack asked Gabby as he pretended he was holding something out to her.

Gabby knew what he was planning and let him take her by her wrist anyway while giving him a great view of her breasts that were threatening to fall out of her top.

After a hard pull, Gabby fell into the pool next to him.

All three of them were laughing while the two girls pretended to adjust their bikinis under Jack’s watchful eyes.

Mia asked Jack to tie her straps back together behind her neck while making sure she was pressing her bottom against the rock-hard cock in his swim trunks.

Gabby had bigger breasts than Mia, but Mia had a bigger ass.

After Mia’s bikini was fixed, Gabby put her whole hand inside each of the cups of her bikini and pretended to adjust her C-cup breasts underneath.

Jack glanced over Gabby’s shoulders and checked to make sure that his wife was still on the lounge and facing away from the pool before asking Gabby if she needed some help with what she was doing.

At that, Gabby took one of his hands and put his palm under one of the cups of her bikini against her breast and asked him if he thought she was ok now.

Jack could feel her nipple under his palm.

It was hard as a diamond.

While he was massaging that breast with one hand and moving his other beneath the cup of the other, he asked them both how old they were.

“How old do you want us to be, Mr. Madison?” Mia innocently asked Jack while her hand reached down and pressed against the hard cock through the thin polyester material of his bathing suit.

Jack tilted his head back in joy at her touch and squeezed the firm breasts in his hands more aggressively.

As she was speaking, she and Mia were pulling down Jack’s trunks until he stepped out of them while they were all waist high in the pool.

No one else at the party had any idea what the girls were up to and no one was really looking their way.

They were the only ones in the pool and all the guys were just happy that the girls were keeping Jack distracted.

John and Walt were the only ones that Amber hadn’t been sexually serviced yet so the other’s formed a wall of bodies in front of the chaise to block Jack from seeing what was happening to his wife.

The men had positioned Amber on her hands and knees with her breasts hanging out and the bottom half of her dress pulled up to her waist so her ass was in full view.

Walt poured suntan lotion over her ass and used it to quickly get two of his fingers into Amber’s butt-hole.

Feeling this, Amber just put her forehead against the lounge and started crying from the anticipated pain from what she knew was coming.

As she expected, Walk rammed half his cock into her ass in one thrust and then started fucking her as vigorously as he could.

Amber bit her own forearm to muffle the sounds of her screaming from Jack.

While her husband was oblivious to her plight and ecstatic from feeling an 18-year-old’s breasts, Amber felt something warm surge into her colon as Walt emptied his seed inside her.

John quickly took Walt’s place and her second anal rape began.

By this time, Gabby was stroking Jack’s cock under the water while Mia was playing with his balls.

A quick glance over at where his wife was behind a wall of people told him that he was still safe to continue.

He couldn’t believe his good luck that his wife was so busy talking to those around her.

So he focused again on the unbelievable fantasy coming true with these two hot teenagers.

Jack had his eyes closed while both his hands were massaging each girl's asses.

Soon, he felt himself getting close to orgasming.

But, suddenly, just before he was going to blow his load in the pool, both girls were no longer touching him.

When he opened his eyes, he looked around and saw them both swimming to the other end of the pool and walking up the steps.

“What the hell?’ he thought.

“What the fuck!” he said out loud, when he saw Gabby holding his swimming trunks and then saw the men around his wife walk away from her to different parts of the patio.

“Shit!” Jack thought as his alcohol-affected mind wildly tried to figure out a solution.

Looking back at the girls, he saw Gabby standing before his wife’s chair and saying something to her before throwing his wet trunks at her face.

Both Amber and Gabby gave her the middle finger as they walked away.

“Holy fuck! What just happened?” he said to himself.

While Jack stood there in shock, Billy and Zeek jumped into the pool while Dan and Brad returned to the grill.

Eric had seen what Gabby had thrown and followed the girls into the kitchen to discover the story behind it and also, with his dad’s help, to set up a plan of his own.

Only a minute before all that happened, while still on her hands and knees on the chaise, Amber covered her ass with her dress and pushed both her breasts back into her dress top.

Seconds after she sat back down on her once again burning ass, Gabby was in her face and saying, “Fuck you slut! How do you like it? Your husband thinks so little of you, it only took me a few minutes to get him to take off his pants for me. You’re just a stupid bimbo, and your husband is a fucking perv. You two deserve each other.”

Amber was unable to comprehend what Gabby was talking about and was trying to stand up from the chaise when everything suddenly went black, and she heard a loud “SMACK!” noise when Gabby threw Jack’s wet swim trunks into her face.

Bewildered but also grateful for the opportunity, Amber used the wet trunks to wipe all the dried cum off her face before she stood up to find Jack.



Amber held her husband’s still-wet and now cum-stained swim trunks in her hand as she slowly walked over to the pool.

Her ass was throbbing in pain from the back-to-back anal rape she just endured.

Jack was smiling when she got there and said, “Those girls played a trick on me and made off with my trunks.”

“A trick, huh?” Amber asked, while both suppressing her anger at her husband’s infidelity and also trying to figure out a way to keep Jack from asking why Gabby was yelling at her.

“They both dared me, and I’m too drunk to say no,” Jack continued, drunkenly confident that he was convincing his wife.

Amber forced a smile, held her tongue, and only said, “Well, you did say you wanted to have fun.”

“You are the best wife ever! I love you.” Jack said in honest appreciation.

After she tossed Jack his bathing suit, he asked her, “What was she saying to you?”

“Nothing, really. She’s just a spoiled bitch,” Amber replied.

“I hear that. How about one more drink, and then we’ll head home,” he said while putting his suit back on while in the pool.

Amber dreaded being away from Jack.

She knew that she’d likely be sexually tormented trying to get him his drink, but she had no choice.

She saw Eric and Brad talking by the table where Brad was making drinks and slowly made her way forward.

While walking past Walt and John, they both commented how hot and tight her asshole was.

Trying to stay calm, Amber ignored their humiliating comments, and then Don’s, and then Zeek’s, Allen’s and Billy’s obscene threats of future sexual acts.

Finally, she stood before Brad and asked if he could make Jack another drink.

“Sure thing, sweet tits. How about another margarita for you too?” Brad asked her in a friendly tone.

“Yeah, fuck it. Why not? Stronger, the better,” she replied.

“Oh, look. I need ice for both of your drinks. Can you go into the kitchen and ask Eric for some ice for me, beautiful?” Brad asked her with an evil grin.

Amber stood there and stared at the cooler on the table that was full of ice.

With tears starting to well up once again in her green eyes, she pleaded with Brad, “Please, no. Don’t do this. Haven’t you all had enough?”

“No one can ever have enough of those huge jugs and that round ass, beautiful. Fuck! Your tits constantly look like they’re about to fall out. I want to wrap them around my head. You’re a fucking wet dream come true. Now, get me some ice!” he answered back sternly.

Resigned to whatever abuse awaited her, the defeated blonde walked back into the kitchen.

From behind, she heard Brad say, “Don’t worry. John and Walt will keep your hubby occupied and talking until you come back out.”

“You’re fucking serious? You’re not making this shit up?” Gabby asked Eric after she took her third shot of tequila for the day.

“100% serious. She’s a total submissive slut. Gets off on it,” Eric replied.

“So you fucked her? All the guys here have fucked her?” Mia asked incredulously while she finished her poorly self-made cosmopolitan.

“Well, yeah,” Eric said hesitantly.

He knew that Gabby had a crush on him, and he liked her too and didn’t want to ruin the possibility of having sex with her.

“I mean, the other guys all did. She just gave me a blowjob last weekend after you two left so suddenly,” he said, trying to make it sound like it was Gabby’s fault for leaving as she did.

It worked.

Gabby blamed Amber and not Eric.

“That fucking slut!” Gabby shouted furiously.

“So, will she do anything we ask too or just with guys?” Mia asked, suddenly getting a little horny from what she was thinking.

Mia was bi-sexual and has had a crush on Gabby for the past year, but she knew Gabby wasn’t interested.

Earlier, when Gabby was rubbing her body with lotion to tease Mr. Madison, it had gotten her so worked up that she almost had an orgasm when Gabby’s finger barely touched her vagina.

Mia thought that Gabby getting to experience a little lesbian action herself might make some of Mia’s fantasies come true, and it was something that she wanted desperately to try.

“Look, I just told my dad to send her into the kitchen and to keep everyone else out. We’ll be alone. Try something when she comes into the kitchen. Feel her boobs or tell her to feel yours, Do anything to her. Tell her to do something. She’ll do it,” Eric said.

“You’re full of shit,” Mia said but was incredibly horny by this point.

“I'd love to humiliate that big-titted bimbo slut some more, but I don’t know,” Gabby said cautiously.

“Gabby, you just threw her husband’s wet swim trunks into her face, and she just took it. What would you do if someone did that to you? You’d get up and kick that person’s ass. She liked it, though. She got off on it. I could see it on her face after you walked away. Look, here she comes. Both of you try something with her, or I will right in front of you,” Eric said to purposely push Gabby over the edge.

When Amber walked into the kitchen and saw Eric standing there with Gabby and Mia, she relaxed, thinking that, at worst, she might be verbally assaulted but not physically.

“Well, here’s the fat cow again. What do you want, fatty?” Gabby asked her with disgust.

Tired and not wanting to get into a fight, Amber merely said to Eric, “Brad said you could get me some ice.”

“Oh, did he? Did he really?” Mia said while moving to Amber’s side and running her hand up and down the front of Amber’s body so that Amber’s nipples started to harden enough to be seen.

Incredibly to the girls, Amber just stood there silent and staring at Eric in unbelief while Eric moved across the room and made sure no one could come into the kitchen through the sliding doors.

He didn’t care about Amber, Eric only wanted to keep the girls from stopping whatever he was witnessing before him.

Amber couldn’t believe that these two teen girls were now participating in her rape and torment.

Mia’s hands easily slid under the top of the dress and cupped and squeezed one of Amber's large breasts.

When Amber stayed silent and made no move to resist, Mia smiled, stood in front of her and pulled both of the dress’s shoulder straps down low enough to fully expose both of Amber’s full and round breasts.

Mia held one each in one hand and lifted them each up and down like she was weighing two large cantaloupes in a grocery store.

“They’re so big. And soft. And heavy. I’d play with them every day if they were mine. Can I lick them?” Mia asked.

When Amber stayed silent, Mia’s soft hold on Amber’s breasts turned into a savage grip.

Mia’s long fingernails dug into Amber’s tit-flesh like daggers, and Amber screamed out, “Yes! YES! Please lick them!”

With total glee, Mia licked and sucked on both of Amber's nipples while Amber stood with her arms by her sides with tears running down her face.

“This is fucking crazy. What a slut,” Gabby whispered as she got next to Amber’s side and slid Amber’s dress all the way down to the floor.

The submissive blonde now stood naked before the two teenage girls.

“I told you, she loves this shit. You can do anything to her. Can you blame me for having some fun?” Eric said to his female friends.

“Having fun?” asked Amber with a shaking head, “You mean when you…”

Eric got her to stop talking by quickly putting a finger to his lips and shaking his head.

With sudden relief, Amber figured out that the girls weren’t in on the blackmail rape.

They were told that this was Amber’s kink.

That she got off on being sexually abused.

Knowing this, Amber allowed herself to relax somewhat.

Too much.

While both teenage girls were squeezing and sucking on Amber’s breasts, they let their hands wander over her naked body.

Unlike the men, the girls' hands were soft and gentle.

They stroked Amber’s skin the way they wanted to be touched, which had an immediate effect.

Amber had to keep herself from moaning and letting the girls discover how much she enjoyed what they were doing to her.

But when Mia’s fingers stroked Amber’s pussy slit and discovered how wet Amber was, the secret was out.

“Holy! She’s soaking wet. Feel that, Gabby,” Mia laughed.

“I don’t know,” Gabby said, but Mia took her hand and pressed it up against Amber's soaking wet pussy.

“Shit. You are a slut. You love this,” Gabby said.

The alcohol the girls had consumed earlier was sufficient to lower their inhibitions enough that once they got going, neither of them was stopping.

Mia wouldn’t let Gabby take her hand away, and soon both their hands were entwined with each other while they both fingered Amber’s vagina at the same time.

Amber instinctively spread her legs wider to give them more access and felt her knees weakening as she felt an orgasm building.

Amber started moaning, reached out and pulled Gabby’s face deep into one of her soft breasts while Gabby was sucking on her nipple.

Mia took this opportunity to grind her body into Gabby so that her pussy was rubbing against Gabby’s thigh and hip, as well as cupping Gabby’s ass under her bikini bottom with her free hand.

Letting herself enjoy the moment, Amber’s free hand slid down Gabby’s flat stomach and dipped into the front of her bikini bottoms and felt how Gabby was just as wet as Amber was.

“OH, MY GOD!” Amber cried out when her orgasm suddenly ripped through her body.

Before Amber had time to recover, Mia stepped out of her bikini bottoms, pushed Amber down to her knees and pulled Amber’s face into her pussy.

“Lick me!” Mia demanded.

Amber could feel the little nub of Mia’s clit against her upper lip, so she raised herself up a little and pressed her tongue hard against it and started furiously making rubbing motions.

Thirty seconds later Mia was crying out in ecstasy just like Amber did a minute before.

Meanwhile, Gabby was just standing there in awe at the erotic scene she was seeing before her and one of her hands slowly slid into her bikini bottom to rub her pussy.

Embarrassed, she looked at Eric like he’d be disappointed by her actions but he was just staring wide-eyed at her with a look of lust on his face while Gabby began to furiously masturbate before him.

Mia told Amber to stay where she was, stood behind Gabby and positioned Gabby’s unresisting body in front of Amber.

“You have to use this bitch’s mouth. It’s amazing!” Mia said as she untied Gabby’s bikini bottoms and told Amber to do it again.

Just before Gabby was about to resist and stop what was about to happen, Amber's mouth engulfed Gabby’s pussy and started sucking on her cunt lips and clit while Mia cupped both of Gabby’s breasts from behind.

“Oh, my, god! Don’t stop. Yesssssss. Oh fuck!” Gabby said over and over again as Amber’s mouth and Mia’s fingers took her to one of the best orgasms of her life.

Eager to find out what her friend’s pussy tastes like, Mia grabbed Amber by her blonde hair, pulled her feet and started french kissing her.

Meanwhile, Eric had taken down the two cameras he had set up before Amber walked into the kitchen.

“Gabby. Mia. We’re out of time. There’s an empty bedroom down the hall. Do you two want to continue this with me?” Eric said while stroking his erect 8-inch cock in front of them.

After a quick look at each other, both girls silently nodded, picked up their clothes, and followed him into the bedroom, leaving the naked Amber dazed and confused in the kitchen.

After putting her dress back on, Amber walked out of the house and was handed a margarita from Brad as soon as she was on the patio.

“I can’t wait to see what’s on the two cameras Eric set up in the kitchen,” he told her.

But Amber barely heard him.

The sun had barely moved in the sky.

Jack was in the pool enjoying his drink while talking to John and Walt about getting together to play golf.

Don and Billy were playing corn-hole while Zeek and Allen were diving into the pool.

That unexpected, surreal sexual experience took place in less than 15 minutes.

Her head was reeling.

She thought she was living someone else's twisted life.

Without thinking she drank half of the margarita and walked slowly towards her husband.

The sun was still two hours away from setting, but Brad was walking Jack and Amber back to their house.

Due to all the spiked liquor, Brad had given him, Jack was so drunk he could barely stand.

On the way, Brad asked Jack if he could have their cell numbers in case he saw something wrong with their house or if he needed Amber “for anything” and offered to give them his cell as well.

Amber stayed silent, but Jack, not comprehending what Brad meant regarding needing Amber “for anything”, happily gave him both their numbers and thanked Brad for an “awesome time”.

“No problem, buddy. I hope we can do it all again real soon,” Brad said as he was staring at Amber's breasts.

“Definitely!” Jack said with a slurred voice.

Brad held Amber back a few paces behind Jack and told her, “Once you get Jack settled and he’s asleep, you’re to come back here and entertain us again. Got it?”

“Yes, Brad,” Amber said with no emotion in her voice.

She expected that was going to happen when she saw how drunk Jack was getting.

“And make sure you’re wearing that slutty fishnet tube dress this time. We all want to see you walk across the yard wearing that,” Brad added.

“Yes, Brad,” Amber said.

She did not expect that particular request, but still didn’t react.

She was emotionally dead inside.

End of Part 2

Part 3

Chapter 9

Seven Years Later…

Under her dress, Amber could feel long drops of sticky and wet cum slowly drip out of her pussy and roll down her inner thighs while she stood in her driveway.

She was silently watching Brad drive away in his truck while leading two moving company vans behind him.

Brad had offered her bare pussy to the six workers as an incentive to be extra careful and also in lieu of a tip.

Both vans were packed perfectly and in record time and so was Amber’s pussy a short time later.

Amber had always especially hated the taste of Brad’s semen and now the fresh load of cum that Brad had deposited in her mouth, as his final farewell, threatened to make her gag as it swirled around her tongue and made her want to vomit.

There was no rational reason why Amber was following Brad’s last command not to swallow it until his truck was out of sight, but she did it anyway.

After seven years of being his sex slave, it just seemed natural now.

“Oh my god! Has it really been seven years?” thought Amber as she kept her mouth shut and tried to suppress the rush of horrible memories that flooded her mind.

Amber’s new life started that night at the 2nd summer party at Brad’s house.

After getting brutally gang-raped by her neighbors and their friends all night for a second time in a week, she crawled into bed next to her drunk and passed out husband to sleep.

A few hours later Amber was once again woken up by the relentless pounding against her bruised and naked body as Jack fucked her with total abandon.

It was an experience that repeated itself so often over the years, that eventually she thought it was normal.

The following days and weeks, she was getting texts from all three of her neighbors whenever they were horny and could see from the cars in her driveway that she was home from work, but Jack wasn’t.

Usually, it was one on one but often the two brothers liked to team up on her.

Only rarely did Brad join in with his sons to gangrape her.

He preferred to take his time and appreciate all the soft curves of Amber’s body, especially her EE breasts.

For most of the summer, her rape sessions were long and involved.

Each male had a long list in their head of the type of sex they wanted from her and what perverted fantasy they each wanted to do to her.

For the most part, they weren’t cruel and didn’t hurt her unless she ever said no to what they wanted to do to her.

Amber quickly learned that just letting them have their way with her was the quickest and least painful way to bring her forced sexual encounters to an end.

The first summer was the worst for her.

Usually Brad was alone, but sometimes when she answered his text summons, she found either John or Walt or both of them waiting in Brad’s house to use her as well.

Both sons often had their friends with them too.

Gabby had experimented with some lesbian sex acts with Amber at Mia’s insistence but didn’t find it to her liking and moved on to another group of friends.

So Mia started hooking up with Eric and then his brother Billy for the sole purpose to earn the right to be able to enjoy Amber’s submission to all Mia’s lesbian sexual fantasies.

There was seldom a day of the week when Amber wasn’t being forced to have sex.

And to make matters worse for Amber, her husband wanted to fuck her constantly as well.

After unknowingly benefiting from his neighbor's anal sex prank on Amber, Jack was extremely turned on by Amber’s new sexual submissiveness.

Amber was so fearful of Jack finding out what was going on with the neighbors next door and all she had already done, that she did whatever Jacked asked in and out of bed without question.

Whatever Jack wanted, no matter how distasteful or extreme, Amber did her utmost to keep him happy.

It didn’t take long for Amber to have enough slutty and sexy outfits to open her own lingerie store.

Most days, she’d rush home from work, run next door and after possibly giving one of her neighbors a quick blowjob in their garage or missionary sex on the kitchen table, Amber ran back across both lawns to be the good wife when Jack got home, only to often be bent over the arm of a couch by him for a violent pounding of anal sex.

Amber’s sexual abuse started to slow down during the fall due to Eric leaving for college, Billy moving to another part of the state for a job and Brad’s brother Don traveling back home.

Brad still regularly fucked her once or twice a week, but even John and Walt were too busy with their own lives to bother with Amber for more than a quick blowjob or titfuck once a month.

Through the following winter and spring, whenever either of the two boys were home, Amber got an increase of text summons for sex, but Amber had become comfortable with it by then.

She never received sexual gratification from any of her blackmailed sex sessions, but her growing submissiveness kept her from being upset or depressed about any of it.

Being so sexually submissive also allowed her to realize that her life was to be nothing more than a sex toy for multiple men, and accepting that let her remain sane.

Amber knew that it was also the reason her husband was ecstatic about having sex and being married to her so she made no effort to correct it.

The next summer, Amber was back to having sex so often that she thought that she was on her back or knees more than standing up.

When Eric returned from back college, he brought several months of sexual frustration back with him and took it out on her.

Especially her massive breasts.

When Billy got married, Amber was the sole performer at his bachelor party which was a three day event at a vacation lodge in the woods where she had to lie to Jack about going to a conference for work.

It was in the 5th year when Amber announced that she was pregnant.

To her surprise and luck, Jack was happy about it and was looking forward to being a father.

Amber and Jack had agreed when they were married that neither one wanted to have kids and she had religiously taken birth control but it happened anyway.

Amber legitimately had no idea who the father was though.

It could have been her husband or the other half dozen guys she was regularly getting fucked by.

When she gave birth to a son with curly black hair, Amber knew that she could now narrow it down to three possible men and it definitely wasn’t her husband.

Thankfully, Jack believed her made up story that black hair ran in Amber’s family.

Her pregnancy also gave her temporary relief from being her neighbor’s sexual toy.

None of the men next door had any interest in fucking her after she started to show and they all felt too guilty to bother her until after she had the child.

A few months after that though, it started up again slowly with blowjobs and handjobs.

Unfortunately for Amber, Brad found that titfucking her large breasts, that had gotten bigger from being swollen with milk, was a super turn on.

He’d often squeeze them so tight around his dick that both his hands, dick, balls and entire groin area were soaked with breast milk before he came.

Once she slimmed down the sex texts started coming in more frequently.

Last year she repeated her three day long bachelor party performance when Eric got married.

Then six months ago, Brad told her that he was retiring and moving away.

He admitted to her that he could have done all this a year ago but it was her tits, pussy and ass that kept him from making any changes.

From that day forward until today, Brad tried to cram a lifetime of sex into the remaining six months he had with her.

But Amber didn’t mind.

She was just thrilled and jubilant that this nightmarish part of her life was coming to an end.

Now, when the last one of Brad’s moving trucks were out of her sight, Amber swallowed all of Brad’s disgusting cum that filler her mouth and smiled.

It was over at last.

She looked around her.

It was another hot and beautiful summer day, very reminiscent of the day when Eric cut his head while working on his car when her whole ordeal began.

She couldn’t believe it had been seven years!

Seven years of her life were ruined because of one horrible mistake she made.

Just as she turned to go back into her yard, she heard the sound of a large moving truck pulling up to and then stopping before Brad’s former house.

Curious about who her new neighbors would be, Amber watched the movers start to unload the truck until she saw a car pull into the driveway.

But then she couldn’t understand why she saw Brad’s brother Don get out of the car.

As he walked over to her with a huge grin on his face, Don said, “Hey, there, slut. Guess who’s going to be your new neighbor?”

Hearing that, a panic stricken Amber, bent at the waist and vomited his brother’s cum out onto the grass by Don’s feet.

“Well alright, then. Out with the old and in with the new. We’re off to a good start,” Don said with a laugh as he took Amber by her arm and walked her into his new house.

The End

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