sexstories.com

Introduction:

During a summer party, a spiked drink and Beth's sexual infatuation with her son's best friend opens to door to the beautiful blonde being blackmailed, raped and tortured for several months until she finds a way out.

Story disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.



This story has 4 parts, has a little bit of everything, and is often extreme and unrealistic.

Blackmailed and Raped Mother pt1 of 4



Wednesday: 3 Days before the End of the Summer Party and the Blackmail Event

Matt enjoyed his job at the local supermarket, where he was always helpful to customers and was willing to do whatever needed to be done, whether cashiering, stocking shelves, or collecting carts.

Although he was only a teenager, he was 5’11” and had a good athletic build from being on the High School swim team.

Today, the young teen was having a hard time focusing on bagging groceries correctly for a particular customer. She was beautiful and kept smiling and talking to him. He was going crazy trying not to look directly at her huge breasts, blue eyes, full, glossy red lips, long blonde hair, or anything else about her that would give him an embarrassing erection, as she had many times before.

The customer that was causing him so much hormonal distress was Beth Stone, the mother of Patrick, one of his best friends.

The 5’6” blonde former yoga instructor kept her body in shape, and no matter if she was wearing a dress, a yoga outfit or, like today, just jeans and a colorful top, she always looked absolutely stunning.

Matt has had a massive crush on Beth ever since she had given him his very first erection, and Beth knew it too.

In fact, the lonely 33-year-old housewife used that crush for her entertainment. She often touched Matt’s arm or leg while speaking to him or playfully ran her hands through his wavy brown hair as she passed by him.

And whenever he was at her house, which was all the time, she would often “accidentally” reveal parts of her breasts or ass whenever possible.

She wasn’t in any way mean about it, but the more uncomfortable she could make Matt, the bigger sexual thrill she got.

And Matt, of course, loved every minute of it.

But she knew that she had gone too far with her teasing a few weeks ago.

Matt was often over at her house to spend time with Patrick.

And one hot summer day, when both boys were in the pool, Beth wanted to tease him, so she chose to wear a new and very revealing black string bikini that she had gotten to catch the attention of her husband, Chris.

Chris, as usual, didn’t even notice how little it kept her voluptuous body covered.

But Matt immediately did

As soon as she walked across the patio and laid herself down on a lounge chair, Matt’s eyes were on her like glue.

Her dark sunglasses prevented Matt from knowing that she could clearly see him staring at her body.

Because of his age, Beth thought that his crush on her was cute. Just a boy being a boy kind of thing. So she thought she’d give him something more to remember and sat up to give him a better view of her 32EE-sized breasts as she started to rub lotion on her shoulders and arms.

She could see Matt’s eyes start to get wider and wider as her large boobs began to bounce around, almost falling out of the small triangles that composed her bikini top as she moved her hands over her body.

Beth always got a little aroused every time she purposely teased Matt, but for some reason, today this little show was making her extremely horny.

Under normal circumstances, her nipples were very sensitive, and feeling them slide against her bikini top as she applied sunscreen under and on the sides of her breasts was driving her wild.

She knew that if she rubbed her pussy right now, it would feel amazing. But could Beth do it knowing that Matt was watching her every move? It would be so wrong on so many levels, but she wanted to so badly it was driving her crazy. Unable to resist, she slid her hand slowly down her flat stomach and gave her pussy a few squeezes.

Yes, she was soaking wet.

For Beth, it was amazing to feel the way she did right now, and for Matt, it was amazing to see what she was doing in front of him.

Just then, the oblivious Patrick got out of the pool and asked Matt to play an Xbox game with him as he went into the house.

Poor Matt just stayed where he was, afraid to get out and reveal to Beth the huge tent his hard-on was making with his swim trunks. It took Beth a few moments to also suspect why he wasn’t getting out, and then with a sneaky smile, she slid her sexy body into the pool next to him to find out if she was right.

Beth asked him if he could do her a favor and make sure that her bikini top was tied correctly behind her neck, and without waiting for an answer, she pulled her long blonde hair to one side and backed into him, placing his hard-on directly in between the cheeks of her full ass.

She knew now why he didn’t get out of the pool when she felt a good-sized, hard cock trapped by her bottom.

“How big?” she wondered as she barely kept herself from reaching down and checking.

Matt tried to be the perfect gentleman as he ignored how good his cock felt where it currently was and told her that the knot looked fine.

Beth was not letting him go that easily, though, and told him to untie it and then tie it again to be sure. All the while, she was slowly grinding her ass up against him.

Just as he tied the knot back up, Beth felt his groin jerk forward as he pressed himself hard against her.

Through the thin material of both his swim trunks and her bikini bottom, she could feel the head of his cock start to push into her pussy as Matt did a little grind of his own.

Beth was extremely horny even before she got into the pool, so she couldn’t stop herself from pressing her ass down to try to get a little more of him in her, and that’s when her orgasm hit her by surprise.

It was a small and quick one that made her cry out, leaving her shocked and afraid that Matt would know what had just happened.

Gathering herself together, she turned around to tease him about being so fresh with her like that and then immediately felt very guilty when she saw a strange look of fear on his face.

Beth just assumed that he was so embarrassed by his erection and what she was doing to him that he just wanted to get away from her as fast as possible, so she thought she needed to do or say something to ease his mind.

Matt, on the other hand, was sure that she was going to be very angry with what he had just done after he pressed into her like that.

But he couldn’t help it.

But then she placed her two hands on his chest, told him that he was a great help, and pushed her firm breasts against him as she kissed him on the cheek.

Just then, Patrick yelled out for Matt to come into the house and play the game, so Beth gave him a shove and swam away from him to the other side of the pool.

Dazed and confused, Matt walked over to the pool stairs and slowly stepped out.

He turned and looked at Beth, feeling immensely relieved that she didn’t seem to know what had happened just now.

It was a good thing for Beth that she was still wearing her sunglasses, or Matt would have seen her curiously staring at his groin when she saw that he no longer had a hard-on in his trunks, and she was trying to figure out why her little tease made it go away.

If anything, she should have made it worse.

As Beth was treading water, she finally realized what must have happened and started giggling while thinking about all the millions of sperm that she was swimming with right now.

After that, Beth felt a little guilty and left Matt alone whenever he was over her house.

So today, at the checkout, she was just an ordinary and friendly Mom of a friend.

She explained that what she was buying today was for the end-of-summer party that Patrick wanted to host for a few of his friends before school started, and she hoped Matt would be there.

Just as Matt said he was looking forward to it, his manager, Bob Riley, came over to her, shook her hand, and started flirting with Beth like he always did.

Bob was 55, tall, somewhat skinny, always sweaty, and balding with a comb-over.

Flirting with his attractive female customers was one of his favorite things to do, especially with Beth, because she was always too polite to shut him down quickly, unlike most of the other women.

After noticing an especially sexy female in the store, Bob would often go up to his office and use the store’s security cameras to zoom in and follow her around as she walked while he jerked off, looking at her.

Which is what he did today with Beth, and he finished himself off in his hand.

By the time he made it to the front of the store to flirt with Beth, his cum had dried enough to leave his hand tacky but not sticky.

The same hand he just purposely used to shake Beth’s hand just now.

She noticed that his hand was very moist but just assumed it was sweat from hard work, not from being covered with drying semen.

Beth always felt guilty for not liking Mr. Riley.

He was always very nice to her, but it didn’t take long for his eyes to start staring at her breasts, no matter what she was wearing.

Beth had gotten used to it.

Her breasts had gotten very large by the time she was an early teen, and a few years later, she had the most enormous breasts in high school, which included any of her teachers.

Matt hoped to use this moment to step away from Beth, but Mr. Riley wanted to impress her, so he ordered Matt to help Beth out with her bags.

Walking to her car as he pushed her cart was torture for Matt. As she walked in front of him, he just stared at her full, round ass that his dick had cum in between weeks before.

Her tight and stretchy jeans left nothing to the imagination as it showed her every curve of her ass perfectly.

And if she was wearing underwear, Matt couldn’t tell.

Beth, meanwhile, was feeling very naughty again as she always did around Matt and made it a point to sway her hips a lot more than was necessary, knowing that her sexy ass would be giving him happy memories later.

Once at the car, she had him pass each bag to her one by one as she showed Matt her butt and legs as she leaned way into her trunk before letting the bag go. As she put her first bag in and her back was to him, she quickly unbuttoned her top more than halfway down and waited to see his reaction when she turned around.

Matt couldn’t believe his eyes!

Somehow the buttons on her top came open, and now he could see the whole tops of her breasts and some of her nipples.

He felt that Mrs. Stone’s breasts were the most magnificent things he had ever seen, and he was dying to reach out and squeeze them.

After the bags were all in her trunk, she moved in close enough to push her chest against him, squeeze his arm, and said, “Thank you.”

Too shy to say anything, Matt just nodded and took the empty cart back to the store.

He went back to bagging groceries while constantly thinking about Beth’s ass and breasts both today and the day in the pool.

When Beth got in her car, she shook her head in disbelief because just that little tease got her so aroused.

After quickly looking around to make sure no one was nearby, she slid her hand under both her pants and g-string and rubbed her wet pussy.

The same hand that had just been tainted with Mr. Riley’s cum.

It only took a minute for her to have a mild orgasm.

“What was it about Matt that affected her like that so much?” she wondered to herself as she drove out of the parking lot.

The cashier Matt was working with that day was Dean, and the only employee who knew what Mr. Riley liked to do in his office with the cameras and what he called his “cum on the hand trick”.

Dean thought it was hysterical.

After his boss shook Mrs. Stone’s hand, he gave a wink to Dean, letting him know that he “delivered the package,” as he liked to call it.

When Matt got back to the register, Dean couldn’t stop talking to him about how hot-looking Mrs. Stone was and how much he would have liked to help her while making it obvious he wasn’t talking about groceries.

Matt liked Dean, somewhat. He was a lot of fun to work with, but Matt also thought he was kind of a dick. Their mothers knew each other, and the boys used to play together when they were little. However, since Matt was younger than Dean, they drifted apart as they got older. And Dean’s two friends, Eddie and Brody, were even worse, total assholes. So everyone in school was glad when they barely graduated last Spring.

“What did she say? Something about your friend Patrick having a pool party? Can I go too?” he asked Matt.

“Yeah, this Saturday, but other than Martha, the new cashier, I don’t think anyone you know will be there. Plus, it’s not my party and I can’t invite anyone,” Matt replied.

“Ok, I get it. But dude, can you imagine that MILF in a bikini? Damn!” Dean said.

“It’s…..really nice,” Matt said, smiling.

“You’ve seen it? Lucky bastard!” Dean said while punching Matt hard in the arm, before being called away by Mr. Riley to be trained on closing the store at night.

Matt walked back to the break room to see if the new schedule was posted yet and, to his dismay, saw that he was scheduled to work a complete shift on Saturday afternoon and night.

“No! The party! I forgot to ask for the day off!” he cried out and went to find Mr. Riley, who was still talking to Dean.

Unfortunately, Mr. Riley decided that this moment was the perfect opportunity to teach Dean how a manager can be strict about granting staff time off and said no.

Dejected, Matt walked away. He thought about quitting, but he knew his parents would be very angry with him if he did. “Shit!” he said out loud to nobody.

Then he heard Dean behind him, “Hey dude, that sucks. Look, I can probably cover for you on Saturday, but you’re going to owe me big time.”

“Anything you want! Let me know.” Matt said.

“How about getting Patrick to let me come to the party after I get off work. Just for a little while, so I can talk to Martha and check out Mrs. Stone. Don’t worry; if that MILF isn’t in a bikini, I’ll get the fuck out.” Dean replied.

“Ok. I’ll let you know tomorrow,” Matt said, not liking the idea of bargaining his night off so Dean could get a look at Beth’s body, but Matt was also desperate not to miss it himself.

“No fucking way! He’s an asshole.” Patrick said later that day, after Matt asked him.

“I know, but if he doesn’t, I’ll have to work and miss everything. He just wants to talk to Martha for a while and then leave,” Matt said, trying to convince his friend and leaving out the other reason why Dean wanted to go.

“Fine, but if he causes any trouble, it’s your responsibility to fix it,” Patrick replied.

“Deal,” said Matt.

Saturday: Blackmail Day 1

The weather for that Saturday afternoon was perfect for a pool party: sunny and hot.

Beth provided pizza, snacks, and soda for the kids, and for any adults that came, there was plenty of alcohol on a minibar and some better food.

She was very pleased with everything, except that her husband, Chris, was, as always, away for the weekend due to work. She knew that Patrick was also very disappointed about that. He always missed his father when he was gone, which was far too often.

Beth met Chris the summer after she graduated from High School.

They fell in love and were married with a baby on the way before the end of that same year.

Chris was several years older than she was, and by the time Patrick was born, he was already a Jr Executive at the company he worked for.

Beth missed Chris when he was gone, too, which is why she derived so much pleasure from all of Matt’s attention, who offered her his help quite a lot today.

She purposely wore the same black bikini as before for him, and even though she was also wearing a modest cover-up that mostly hid her breasts and ass, it still must have been driving him crazy.

At least she hoped so.

She thought about that day in the pool constantly now.

She masturbated a few times while fantasizing about how better it could have been for both of them.

Matt was also all she was thinking about the last time she had sex with her husband.

Throughout the day, kids and parents came and went.

Beth didn’t know all of Patrick’s friends. He belonged to many groups at school, and she used this party to meet and get to know them. She met Emily, a girl whom her son had recently started calling his girlfriend.

It was easy for her to see why Patrick was so interested in her.

Emily was a beautiful teenage girl with long blonde hair who filled out her bikini top very nicely, despite being so young and skinny.

If Beth had been able to look at Emily while they were both in front of a mirror, she would have noticed that Emily looked like a miniature version of herself.

When Beth looked over at the pool and saw Matt splashing and talking to a cute girl she hadn’t met yet, she felt a sudden rush of emotion.

“What?” she asked herself. “Am I angry? Jealous? No, that’s ridiculous.”

But she was.

Beth couldn’t help but watch them as they talked to each other, and hoped Matt wouldn’t stay with that girl all day.

A little while later, as Matt was alone and getting out of the pool, Beth asked him to help her by bringing an ice bucket that needed more ice into the house. They were alone in the kitchen, so she stopped him in front of the sink and ran her hand up and down his arms and bare chest, saying that his muscles looked so strong. Then, being a few inches shorter than Matt, she looked up into his eyes and seductively asked him if he could “do it.”

Matt was already melting just by looking at her blue eyes and glossy red lips as she was talking to him, so by the time he realized that she had asked him something, he blurted out, “Umm….what?”

“Could you do it?” She said again with a mischievous smile, knowing that innocent Matt didn’t understand her innuendo. “Could you pour the bucket of water out and fill it back up with ice?”

As he was pouring it out into the sink, some of the ice water splashed out and soaked the front of her top.

Matt was about to apologize, but then he just stayed still watching as she looked him in the eyes. She took off her cover-up and stood there in front of him in her bikini.

The ice-cold water made her nipples stick out under the thin material of her bikini top.

After looking around, she took a small dish towel and pressed it against her breasts to dry them off. The sensation of the towel pressing and moving against her nipples, coupled with the fact that she was doing it blatantly in front of Matt, made her pussy so dripping wet that she thought she’d have an orgasm if anyone touched her right then.

She kept looking at Matt as she rubbed her breasts and had an overwhelming urge to ask him to rub her pussy. He was just standing there, stunned at first from first seeing her nipples stand out as they did, and then just staring as her huge breasts rolled around under the small towel as she dried herself off.

Her mouth opened, and she was just about to say something to him that she knew she was going to regret, when Matt dropped the bucket, and it landed with a crash, sending the remaining water all over the floor.

Quickly kneeling down in front of him, Beth held Matt by his thigh and started to wipe up the spill on the floor, when she noticed that some water also got on the front of his swim trunks. Swim trunks that did little to contain the large erection that was almost touching her face through the thin fabric. Seeing it up close this time, she was amazed at how big it looked.

Big and long.

How long?

The thought that it was so big and so long because of her was driving her wild.

Then, unable to stop herself, she reached up to it with the towel and started to press it into him with the unsaid pretense that she was drying him off. Then, standing up, she continued to rub the towel into his groin while feeling the shape of his hard cock in her hand through the cloth.

It was so much bigger and harder than her husband’s.

They both stood there in utter silence.

Her face was so close to Matt’s that their cheeks were slightly touching, and her wet breasts bumped into Matt’s chest every time she pushed forward to grasp and squeeze his cock.

Beth let the towel fall so she could grip him through his shorts with her bare hand.

She could see his sweat on his shoulder, and she wanted to lick it off, to taste him.

Her other hand slowly moved in between her legs.

To Matt, it was a dream come true, how close she was to him.

So close that he could feel the heat of her body against his own.

Her lips were so red and glossy.

He felt that he could fall into her blue eyes.

He felt each of her hard nipples pressing into his skin as she moved against his chest.

He was intoxicated by the wonderful smell of the perfume on her neck.

But the inexperienced teenager genuinely believed she was just trying to dry him off and didn’t want to embarrass her by letting her know how amazing she was making him feel.

Still, he also wasn’t going to say or do anything to stop what was going on.

Suddenly, his knees went weak when the sensation on his dick got so much more intense.

He didn’t know that she had dropped the towel, and now only the thin fabric of his swim trunks kept her hand from touching his cock.

Matt’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see her start to rub her pussy with her other hand.

They were both on the verge of climaxing when suddenly there was a loud bang from a door opening in the next room, letting them both know that someone was coming.

Just as some party guests walked into the kitchen, Beth turned away and reached for another towel, saying that accidents happen and for him not to worry about it.

Matt reached down to pick up the bucket and used it to hide the enormous erection that he currently had as he walked over to the freezer.

Beth put her cover-up back on and walked back out to the patio, leaving Matt dazed and confused but very, very happy.

By the time it started getting dark, and the patio lights kept everything dim but visible, Beth was making drinks at the minibar out by the pool for the two remaining moms who were there with their children.

When a group of new kids walked onto the patio, one of the moms waved to the few kids she knew and said, “Looks like the ones that were working today just arrived.”

The women continued talking and went back to their margaritas.

Had Beth been paying attention, she might have noticed that 3 of those kids were much larger and a little older than all the others.

That was because Dean had also brought his two friends, Eddie and Brody, with him.

Those three spent most of the time at the food table talking to the moms, and it was almost 30 minutes before either Matt or Patrick had noticed that they were there.

When they did, they both made their way over to them, each of them expecting to hear that they were being jerks.

Instead, they were polite and thanked Patrick for letting them come.

Beth said to Matt, “Dean was just telling us how he covered your shift today. That was so nice of him.”

Dean smiled as he ran his fingers through his thick black curly hair and replied, “Yes, I was happy to help. Your home is beautiful, Mrs. Stone.”.

Dean was captivated by how sexy and beautiful Beth looked.

“Thank you, but I think I have to go help Mrs. Walsh find her way home across the street,” said Beth, gesturing with her hand as if she were drinking, to indicate that Mrs. Walsh was drunk.

When the women left, the three older boys shook Patrick’s hand and thanked him again for letting them come, which eased Patrick’s mind. He said it was no problem.

Matt asked Dean why he wasn’t working until 10, as scheduled, and Dean told him that it was a slow night and that Old Man Riley had let him leave early.

For the rest of the night, those three were quite content to stay quiet and not insult anyone or break anything and get along with everyone there.

They were up to no good, though.

All 3 had flasks full of almost tasteless grain alcohol, which they were determined to secretly pour into whatever drink Beth was having. But unfortunately, Brody screwed up and spiked Mrs. Walsh’s drink by accident, which is why she got drunk so fast.

The plan tonight was simple and one that the boys had used successfully with other unsuspecting females in the past: get Beth drunk and isolated somewhere so they could fuck the shit out of her and then leave fast.

By 10 PM, the only people left at the house were Beth, Matt, the few friends of Patrick’s who were spending the night, and Dean and his crew.

They were only able to spike two of Beth’s drinks partially, so she was drunk but not totally wasted.

When the rest of the kids went inside to watch a movie, the three young men stayed out with Beth on the patio, asking her all kinds of questions about herself to keep her talking and drinking.

Their goal at that moment was to get her to remove her cover-up.

That frustrating fabric only allowed them a tease of how incredible Beth’s breasts were beneath it.

All three of them had their phones' cameras ready in case it happened.

Dean asked her a few times if she was too hot and if she wanted to go swimming to cool off.

She declined swimming but agreed that it was hot, and she took off her cover-up, passing it to Dean while she walked to the bar to make herself another drink.

Dean brought it up to his face and breathed in the scent of her perfume.

The boys all smiled at their success and couldn’t take their eyes off the way her breasts bounced independently up and down at every step as she walked.

Beth’s breasts were massive but firm and overflowed her bikini top so much that she had both side and underboob showing.

She was wearing sandals with a slight heel that accented all her calves, thighs, and ass muscles.

Beth practiced yoga daily and regularly utilized all the equipment in a comprehensive gym located in her basement to maintain her toned and beautiful 33-year-old body.

Her legs were a little short but well-shaped, and they all enjoyed how her bikini bottom had fallen into the crack of her full and round ass.

It was as if she were wearing a G-string bikini now.

And her lightly tanned white skin was a perfect contrast to the black bikini.

They all smiled at each other again after seeing her pick up a bottle of alcohol for whatever drink she was planning on making.

At this point, it didn’t matter what bottle she chose because they had spiked every bottle on the minibar.

Meanwhile, Patrick had just made a juice and Sprite punch from a recipe he found online for his friends to drink while they watched the movie, and he decided to go a little crazy and throw in some booze too.

He figured that it would be safe to do so because no one here was driving, and no one was going home, so their parents would never find out. And if Emily, the girl he had just started dating, got a little drunk, maybe she’d kiss him and let him feel her breasts.

Beth had her back to the patio bar, so she didn’t see her son, Patrick, walk quietly over to it and take a bottle of vodka that had been spiked with grain alcohol. He made a shushing motion to the other three to be quiet, and they just nodded their approval.

Patrick didn’t know how much would be enough, so he emptied the rest of the half-full bottle into the punch.

Brody got up to see what they were doing and practically ran back to tell the others the good news that all those kids would be fucked up pretty soon and wouldn’t be bothering them so they could focus on Beth.

A while later, after Beth finished her drink, she was obviously shitfaced and struggling to tell them a story about a truck that her husband wanted to get.

Dean cut in and said that he wanted to go swimming, but he didn’t bring trunks. He asked her if it was okay if he wore his underwear or even if he could go skinny dipping.

While slurring her words, Beth told Dean that whatever he wanted to do was fine, and then she put her head back on the lounge chair, closed her eyes, and started thinking back about what had happened with her and Matt in the kitchen.

The boys watched her quietly for a few minutes.

Each one was smiling in anticipation and making rude gestures.

Eddie pointed to the little house next to the pool that he had checked out earlier. He found that, in addition to being a place to store all the pool equipment, it also had a nice changing room that locked from the inside.

The boys had all agreed that it made for a perfect little rape room for them to use with Beth.

They all took this moment to swallow a viagra pill.

They didn’t have any erection problems, and at their ages, they could easily have two orgasms before their dicks tired out.

They just used it for fun.

And much to the dismay of all their past rape victims, it made them rock hard and ready to fuck for hours.

That was what they wanted when they were fucking Mrs. Stone.

Dean gave them the thumbs-up sign to indicate that now was the time to make a move.

“Do you want to go skinny dipping, Mrs. Stone?” he asked, but she kept her eyes closed and didn’t answer.

“We should all head over to the pool shed and get changed. What do you think of that, Mrs. Stone?” Dean asked her.

Beth just moaned back something in response.

At that, Dean walked over, stooped down in front of Beth, and began untying one side of her bikini bottoms, then the other.

Beth didn’t notice what he was doing. She was in a drunken fog while remembering how good Matt’s cock felt in her hand and wondered what it would feel like in her mouth or, better yet, in her pussy.

Dean peeled the front of her bikini bottoms forward between her legs and gave them all a good look at her recently shaved pubic area.

Beth’s pussy slit was like a tight little line.

When Beth felt the sudden coolness of the air on her skin combined with all the dirty thoughts she was having about Matt, she spread her legs out a little and moved one of her hands over her pussy. One finger moved side to side slightly as it rested on top of her clit.

All three, now triumphant, boys had their phones out, taking pictures and videos of what they saw.

“Can we get her top off?” whispered Eddie as he walked closer to her.

“Not yet. She’s lying on the knots.” Dean replied.

Beth was now imagining what could have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted. Would she have pulled his cock out? Kissed him? Asked him to touch her where she was burning hot? Would he have? Now she was imagining herself leaning over the kitchen sink and showing her naked ass to him. Begging him to fuck her.

“Slide the straps down her shoulders?” Dean suggested to Eddie.

“I have a better idea,” Eddie said as he took a switchblade out of his pocket, cut the strap on her right shoulder and then pulled the small triangle-shaped material down to expose her breast.

He then ran the blade gently over her hard nipple, causing her mouth to open with a gasp when the cold metal touched her skin.

He was sliding the knife under the second strap when they heard Matt call out her name, and all three boys quickly stepped away from her, thinking that they had been caught.

A few minutes before that, Matt wondered where Beth had gone and decided to look for her, hoping to spend more time with her. So he quickly finished his glass of the spiked punch, and with a slightly spinning head, he stumbled out of the house.

He was not happy when he found her alone with Dean and the other two.

It seemed weird the way she was lying there, so quiet and still.

“Mrs. Stone, are you ok?” he called out.

The three boys were pissed that he had interrupted their fun, and Brody started to walk over to him with a look of rage on his face while Eddie was rolling the knife in his hand.

But when Beth heard Matt’s voice, she suddenly stood up and walked over to him, not even noticing when her bikini bottoms fell to the floor and that one of her breasts was fully exposed.

She gave him a long hug when she reached him and ran her fingers through his hair while kissing him full on the mouth.

She took his hands, placed them both on her bare breast, and squeezed hard before telling him that she needed him. Then she grabbed his hand and walked bare-assed in front of him into the house.

The other three looked at each other, absolutely stunned.

“What the fuck just happened?” asked Eddie.

“I don’t know. Did anyone record it?” asked Dean.

“Not me. Fuck! Let’s follow them,” said Brody.

The boys walked into the house but didn’t see either Matt or Beth. They looked all downstairs, including the entertainment room, but all they saw were several drunken kids passed out in front of the TV with the movie still playing.

They were eager to find Beth and Matt but were immediately distracted when they saw Patrick’s girlfriend, Emily.

She was leaning up against Patrick on the couch with her bikini top pulled down and her breasts exposed.

Patrick had even gotten his hand between her legs just as they both passed out.

That would have been interesting all by itself, but it was even better because Emily was so small, but her tits were so big that she looked like a porn cartoon character.



But the boys were on the hunt for a much better prize, so they continued their search upstairs and finally found them in the master bedroom.

They quietly pushed open the door and were greeted by the sight of Matt sitting on the bed while Beth was naked on her knees between his legs, giving him a blowjob.

They saw her trying to get his whole dick in her mouth, but it was just too long for her, and she started gagging whenever his cockhead reached her throat.

She was moaning loudly and fingering her pussy all the time as she sucked him off.

Matt had his eyes closed, and his hands were in her blonde hair, gripping her head.

Beth shifted her position slightly and forced her head down on his groin.

She didn’t stop until her lips were at the base of Matt’s cock, and she had successfully taken him in her throat.

All three boys had their phones out recording everything.

Brody silently walked across to the other side of the room to get a better camera angle.

They saw Beth deep-throat him a few more times and then take his cock in one hand and move her mouth down lower until she was licking and sucking on Matt’s balls.

After she covered them in her spit, she stopped, pushed Matt so that he was lying on his back, and straddled his face while constantly telling him to lick her pussy while she held onto the headboard and ground herself against his mouth.

The three boys were going out of their minds trying to stay quiet while watching all of this.

They had been confident that they were going to have fun with Mrs. Stone tonight, but nothing as great as this.

Beth could not get Matt out of her mind when she closed her eyes after lying down on the patio. She wanted him so badly she couldn’t think of anything else.

When she heard his voice, she suddenly made up her mind to fulfill his every fantasy and hers as well.

Drunkenly oblivious to everything else around her, she took his hand and led him up to her most private and most intimate place: her bedroom.

After sitting him down on her bed and pulling down his trunks, she was ecstatic to finally be able to see and feel the object she had been lusting after.

And she wasn’t disappointed.

It was long.

A glorious 8 inches!

Almost twice as long as her husband’s.

And it was so hard!

Harder than her husband’s had ever been for her.

Her pussy was dripping in anticipation.

She wanted him in her mouth, to feel his texture, to taste his flavor, to devour him.

While looking at his eyes the whole time, she licked it up and down, wanting to taste him on the outside before taking him in her mouth.

His moaning as she sucked while moving her head up and down thrilled her.

But she wanted more of him in her mouth.

She wanted all of him.

She started making herself gag as his cockhead hit her throat, but she didn’t stop until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.

Then she pulled back until just his perfect cock-head was in her mouth before ramming her head back down.

Hearing his positive reaction, she did it again.

And again.

She could have done only this with him all night and been extremely happy.

But she wanted more.

She only pulled away because her pussy couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him inside her, but wanting to save the best for last, she decided to straddle his face first.

The room was spinning for her as she rode his mouth, but she didn’t know if that was from alcohol or pure lust.

She screamed and moved her pussy rapid-fire over Matt’s mouth as she had one of her first of many orgasms of the night.

Her legs were shaking wildly from it as she moved herself down Matt’s body and positioned her pussy right over the top of his rock-hard cock. She looked at his smiling face, literally covered in her pussy juice, and she started licking herself off him while asking him if he wanted to fuck her.

Matt was on a never-ending whirlwind of blissful sexual firsts.

After taking him to her bedroom, she said she wanted to apologize for what had happened at the sink earlier.

Matt told her that it was his fault for spilling the water.

That’s when she put her finger on his mouth, slipped her hand into his trunks, wrapped her hand around his full erection, and said, “No, I mean for leaving you like this.”

Then she pulled down his trunks, dropped to her knees, and took his stiff cock into her mouth.

And she kept his cock in her mouth the whole time as she took off her bikini top and tossed it to the floor.

When she had half his cock in her mouth, Matt thought it was the most incredible feeling he had ever felt.

When she suddenly started gagging, Matt almost stopped her, thinking that something was wrong, but then suddenly he felt an even tighter sensation on his cock as it slid in and out of her throat.

Since this was Matt’s first blowjob, he didn’t know that what Beth was doing to him was something most men would spend their whole lives wishing for.

He just thought that it was amazing.

Her mouth was so hot and felt so good.

If she didn’t stop when she did, he would have cum then and there.

But she did pull her mouth away, and then she was riding his face with her pussy.

He didn’t even know what to do, but she kept saying, “lick it, lick my pussy” so he did.

He could feel something small and hard with his tongue near the top of her pussy that Mrs. Stone seemed to especially enjoy whenever he touched it, so he tried to focus his tongue on that.

He had never seen a woman’s pussy outside of porn until today, and now he was eating out his first one.

By her reaction, he knew that he had done a good job.

“Squeeze my tits, baby! Do whatever you want with them!” she cried out as she reached down between her legs, taking hold of his cock and rubbing the head from the top to the bottom of her soaking wet slit before lowering herself down and taking his whole 8-inch cock all the way into her pussy.

“Unbelievable!” she thought as she had another orgasm, “He made me cum again, and I haven’t even started fucking him yet!”

Matt was in heaven, squeezing and sucking on her huge tits.

It was all he had thought about doing since she had given him his first-ever hard-on.

There was so much tit-flesh that he couldn’t even get both hands fully around one.

He loved how soft they felt as compared to how hard her nipples were.

Matt took one in his mouth and instinctively started sucking on it, making Beth moan and push her breast down on his head until his entire face was buried by it.

Then his cock felt the perfect warm sensation of her pussy sliding down and engulfing his whole length as Beth lowered herself on him.

“Her pussy is even hotter than her mouth! This is amazing.” Matt thought.

While kissing his face constantly as she rode him, she said, “Let me know when you’re going to cum, baby. Let me know so I can cum with you too, alright?” she begged him.

“Ok,” he answered, “but if you keep moving like that, then it’s going to be really quick.”

At that, she kissed him and never took her mouth off his as she ground herself into him and twisted her hips, trying to make her pussy feel as good as she possibly could for him until at last, he moaned into her mouth, and she could feel his cum spurting up inside her.

That triggered another intense orgasm for her that left her collapsed and gasping on top of him.

The room was spinning for Matt, but it wasn’t because of the sex.

Having never had so much alcohol before, Matt felt like he would fall fast asleep if he closed his eyes, and he didn’t want to miss any time with Mrs. Stone.

But he couldn’t help it.

He closed his eyes and passed out.

Beth lay still on top of Matt and couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Not only because it was a totally wrong thing to do, but also because of how perfect it felt.

“But!” she thought. “This is my son’s best friend! And he’s only a teenager! What did I do?”

She was drunk but not so drunk that she didn’t know what she was doing.

She just wanted it.

She wanted it so badly.

She is always so lonely, and Matt always makes her feel so sexy and needed.

She was drunk, but she could have stopped it at any time.

Her anxiety was starting to sober her up mentally, despite being so strangely tired.

She also knew that her son and his friends were in the house, so she had to get up and check on everyone and get Matt out of her bedroom.

But when she tried to get off Matt by sliding off to the side, she started giggling when she found that Matt’s cock was still hard and inside her.

Thinking that she had time and not wanting to leave him in such a state, but also feeling too tired to ride him a second time, she gently took his cock out of her pussy and then moved herself down until one side of her head was on his stomach and his dick was in her mouth.

With her eyes closed, she sucked him off slowly this time while gently massaging his balls with her hand.

Eventually, Matt’s cock started pulsating as it released his second load of cum into her mouth. When that happened, she just swallowed everything that he gave her.

As she lay there quietly, she let a feeling of contentment wash over her, and she fell asleep with his cock still in her mouth.

At this point, the three boys, who had been moving in closer and closer while all this was going on, stood up and just tried to take in all they had just witnessed.

They hurriedly whispered to each other:

“That was fucking incredible!”

“I’ve never seen such...”

“Did you see how she…”

“Look at those huge fucking tits!”

“What the fuck are we going to do now?”

“We have to do something.”

“I want to…”

“I’m going to….”

“Let's….”

Eddie was the first to make a move. He reached out and started stroking her leg up and down from her ankle to her hips. Then he moved her leg out wide and rolled her off Matt’s body.

“Help me get him off the bed,” Dean said to Brody as they slid Matt over to the edge of the bed and then dropped him to the floor.

By this time, Eddie was naked and about to get into bed with Beth when Dean told him to stop for a minute.

“What the fuck, man? Why?” Eddie asked, suddenly incredibly pissed off.

“I don’t want to fuck her when she’s asleep. That’s boring. I want what this kid just got,” Dean told him. “Think about it. He’s only a teenager. We all have her fucking the shit out of him recorded on our phones. She’s married! We can use that to blackmail her. Do you remember what we did to April and Brenda after graduation? Got them both passed out drunk and fucked them all night. It was fun but also boring as fuck. You both said so. And then the opposite. Do you remember that waitress we grabbed and fucked in the back of Brody’s car?” Dean asked.

“She was a bitch. I still have scars from the scratches she gave me.” Eddie said.

“Yeah, because she wasn’t drunk at all and fought back. What we have here is something right in the middle. A perfect fuck bitch. No, a blackmailed sex slave that will do anything we want whenever we want.” Dean said.

“Yeah, maybe. But what if she wakes up, calls your bluff, and tells us to fuck off? Then I don’t get to fuck her at all. I say we fuck her first and then blackmail her.” Eddie countered.

“He makes a good case,” said Brody as he was squeezing one of her breasts and roughly twisting her nipple in his fingers. “I want to make sure I fuck her too.”

“Ok, how about this? You both try to fuck her, and if she wakes up for either of you, then we blackmail her,” Dean countered. “But you HAVE to follow my lead on this. I have a perfect idea how to blackmail this slut.”

After they all agreed, Eddie slid himself in between her outstretched legs and started thrusting his monster of a 9-inch hard cock into her pussy.

Eddie was 6’2” and all muscle.

He was brutal, throwing his body into her as he fucked her.

“These tits are like fucking mountains! They barely flatten out when she’s on her back, too. Look at them shake all around as I fuck her. Amazing!” Eddie said as he sank his face into one of them while biting hard on her nipple.

They were all enthralled by her breasts.

The other two moved in close, sat on her bed, and started to squeeze and play with them like they were made of dough and not flesh.

No girl in their high school ever had breasts so large.

“Look at this fucking slut! She’s not thin, but she’s not fat. You can almost see her ribs, and every part of her feels so smooth and soft,” Dean said in awe as his hands roamed the parts of her body that were not under Eddie.

Brody took the nipple that Eddie wasn’t sucking on into his mouth and started to suck and gnaw on it as he wrapped both hands around her breast and started to twist it.

No girl that they had ever known or had sex with had tits as big as Beth’s.

Beth started to move her head around as all the rough treatment to her breasts awakened her.

Her eyes opened, but her head was so foggy that it took a full minute to comprehend what was happening to her.

“What the hell?” she yelled as she pushed Eddie and Brody off her and scooted her body up to the top of the bed away from all their hands and tried to cover her breasts when she saw Dean taking a video with his phone.

“Get the fuck out before I call the cops!” she screamed.

Eddie and Brody looked at Dean and let him take charge as they agreed.

“Hang on, hang on. Think about this. If you do that, then we’re going to have to show the cops the videos we all have of you having sex with a teenage boy,” Dean said smugly.

“What? I didn’t…” she started to deny it, but then Dean showed her a picture on his phone of her with Matt’s cock in her mouth.

“This was just at the end. We have everything that happened before this, too. You’re quite the slut, Mrs. Stone,” Dean said with a smirk.

“What do you want?” she yelled in a panic.

“Oh, you know what we want. We want you to do for us what you did for young Matt over here,” he said, pointing to Matt, who was lying naked on the floor next to the bed.

At that, she jumped up with her big boobs bouncing around and made her way to Matt to make sure he was ok. She calmed down when it looked like he was just sleeping, and she covered him with a blanket.

“No. Get out. I don’t care who you tell,” she told them.

“Really? Aren’t you married to…. Chris? Isn’t that his name? He’ll divorce you for this, most likely. And what happens when Patrick finds out that you fucked his best friend? Matt’s parents aren’t going to be happy either. Wait till Patrick’s whole school finds out. And the parents that brought their kids here tonight won’t appreciate hearing what went on. Imagine telling Patrick why you’re getting divorced. Patrick will probably have to stay with you, too and not with his Dad. That’s going to really fuck up his head. And we haven’t even gotten to you having sex with a drunk teen yet. That’s mandatory jail time, I assume. Think Patrick will visit you in prison?” Dean said, smiling.

Each sentence he spoke made Beth realize the enormity of the wrong she had done that night.

It was true.

These three boys had her whole life in their hands.

Everything she cherished and held dearest could be absolutely destroyed if she didn’t do whatever they asked.

Beth was standing by the side of her bed, desperately trying to cover her nakedness with a small pillow blocking her breasts and a hand covering her vagina while she looked at the lust-filled faces of the three young men who stood before her.

Only hours before, they were polite gentlemen, but now they were evil-looking and threatening to destroy her life and her family unless she did what they wanted.

“What did they want? Sex?” she thought so, but she couldn’t think clearly.

Her head was spinning.

“Why was it spinning?” she thought. “I didn’t have that much to drink. I need to think……”

“What’s it going to be, Mrs. Stone? You play nice and do what we want or….” Dean said, but didn't finish the sentence.

“If I have sex with you… all, then you’ll delete the videos and leave me alone?” she asked.

“Maybe. You’re going to fuck us, but we’re not deleting the videos just yet. That depends on how good you behave,” Dean replied as the three moved in closer.

Eddie grabbed the pillow and yanked it out of her hands.

She stood there with her hands outstretched in a vain attempt to keep the boys away from her.

No, not “boys,” she thought. These are men. No, monsters.

“Wait! I need to check on my son. Please!” she begged.

“Yeah, funny story about your son,” Brody told her. “He took some vodka and got his friends drunk while they were watching a movie.

“So, they’re all passed out now. You might have noticed and stopped him from doing that if you weren’t so shitfaced and fucking a kid,” Dean said cruelly.

Hearing all this filled her with absolute anguish, and she dropped her head and hands in defeat.

“Mother of the year,” Eddie said as he stood before her, cupped both of her breasts with his hands and casually played with her nipples with his thumbs as he raised them up and down like they were toys. “MILF of the night. Now suck my cock, slut!”

The room was still spinning, and she had lost all will to resist.

Since Eddie was already naked from fucking her while she was asleep earlier, Beth slowly dropped to her knees, wrapped her hand around his enormous, hard cock, and put his member in her mouth.

Eddie told her to look up and smile as he took some pics.

After getting naked, Dean and Brody stood on either side of Eddie and made her stroke each of them off with her hands.

When one of them wanted Beth to suck him, they would move forward and poke one of her eyes with the head of their cocks until she took them in her mouth.

Pretty soon, her whole face was slick with her spit and their pre-cum.

Eddie grabbed a fist full of her hair and raised her face up off his cock.

“You’ve only got half my dick in your mouth slut. We’ve all seen that you can deep-throat the whole thing. Now fucking do it!” he yelled at her.

She started crying, not knowing for sure if she could do what Eddie wanted.

His cock was so big!

Beth could do that for Matt. Her overwhelming passion and desire for him made anything possible.

She felt absolutely none of that for these animals, but she knew that she had to try.

Beth took as much of him into her mouth as she could until she started gagging and then backed off before trying it again with the same results.

Eddie slapped her hard in the face and told her to do it.

She tried again and again but failed.

And Eddie slapped her so hard each time that her long blonde hair was soon wrapped around her face.

It was hopeless.

She could barely deep-throat Matt’s cock, and Eddie’s was even longer and thicker.

Beth tried it again, but this time, when Eddie heard her start to gag, he pulled her head into his groin as he thrust his hips forward and didn’t stop until her lips were at the bottom of his 9-inch cock.

Eddie never let his cock leave her throat as he continuously rammed himself in and out.

Beth was just about to pass out from the lack of air when Eddie yelled, “Here I cum, you fucking cunt! Swallow it! Swallow it all or I’ll fucking kill you!” as spurt after spurt of his cum shot out and went directly into her stomach.

When he was totally spent, Eddie stepped back and slapped her one last time as the other two stood her up and pushed her by her breasts onto her bed before both of them jumped on either side of her.

Dean and Brody both started sucking on her tits and rubbing her pussy.

With hands wet from her pussy juice, they played the rock, paper, scissors game to see who would fuck her first.

Between every round of the game, they each tried to get as many fingers as they could into her pussy at the same time.

Beth was in so much pain from all of this that she begged and screamed for them to stop.

But they kept playing.

Brody won 4 out of 7.

He got between her legs and stroked his cock in anticipation while looking at the gorgeous body that he was about to enjoy.

Brody was the shortest of the three at 5’5”, with a short, shaggy beard and a fat stomach from being overweight and out of shape.

Beth was revolted as she looked at his cock and wondered how its shape would make her feel when it was inside her.

It was 6 inches long, very thick, and its head resembled a giant mushroom that someone had stepped on.

Remembering that she had to be very good to get them to delete the video, Beth started kissing him on the lips as he lay on top of her.

Brody’s breath was so horrible that it made her nauseous, but she forced her tongue into his mouth anyway.

She spread her legs wide, grabbed his fat ass, and pulled him as deep into her pussy as he could go.

Brody fucked her hard and fast, all the while squeezing and biting her massive tits.

He was obsessed with her breasts.

She felt someone get into bed with them and slide her body, so her head was at the edge of the bed and then saw Dean’s cock inches from her face.

“We never said it would be one at a time, slut. Get your mouth busy,” he told her as he grabbed her head and got the whole thing in her mouth with one shove.

It didn’t take long for Brody to shoot his load, and he rolled off her to give Dean his chance with her.

Dean told her to get on top and ride him like she rode Matt.

Beth lowered her pussy down over Dean’s cock and started to move herself back and forth while rocking her hips side to side as she did with Matt, trying desperately to make Dean happy and make him cum fast.

Dean couldn’t get over how huge her tits were, especially now that they were hanging down over his face. He punched them lightly and enjoyed seeing his fist sink into her tit-flesh.

Brody got back into bed with them, kneeled by her side and moved her head down until his still cum dripping cock was in her mouth, and he told her to clean him off.

Beth was revolted as she tasted herself on his dick.

After several more minutes, Dean used both hands to spread her ass as she rode him and motioned for Eddie to join in.

Beth had no idea what was about to happen to her as she felt the mattress shift as Eddie got into position behind her.

After rubbing his spit over his cock he pressed the head against her unsuspecting asshole and pressed in, hard and fast.

Dean knew what was about to happen, though, and how she would react, so he held her body tight to keep her from moving away as Eddie began to force his cock into her ass.

Beth screamed in agony around Brody’s now hardening dick in her mouth as more and more of Eddie's massive 9-inch cock entered her virgin ass.

She screamed in pain as Dean squeezed her boobs and cruelly pulled her nipples with his fingers like he wanted to twist them off.

She screamed in fear as she couldn’t breathe after Brody stuffed his fat cock all the way into her mouth and held it there until she had to breathe through her nose to survive.

Dean couldn’t last any longer and shot his load into her pussy.

At about the same time, the sensation of her mouth vibrating from all her screaming around his cock almost got Brody off for the 2nd time, but he wanted to save it for her asshole, so he pulled it out of her mouth.

By this point, Eddie had gotten his full nine inches into her ass and was fucking her so hard that the bed was hitting the wall.

Each time he started to pull out of her, he could see her anal ring gripped so tightly around his cock that as Eddie pulled out, it held on and pulled a few inches out of her body before he slammed it back in.

Dean started calling her all kinds of names while he was sucking and biting her tits, enjoying the feeling of her nipples trying to pull away from his teeth as Eddie rocked her body back and forth on top of him.

Beth was crying and begging for them to stop, but Eddie went on raping her ass for several more minutes until, at last, he came deep in her shitter.

Matt woke up when Beth started screaming as Eddie was forcing his dick up her ass.

He just lay there listening to everything and wanted to help her, but his whole body felt like lead, and he couldn’t move. He could hear Beth screaming, crying and begging them to stop. He heard Dean and Eddie saying horrible things to Beth. A few minutes after Eddie was done fucking Beth’s ass, Matt passed out again.

Dean had stayed where he was and was enjoying sucking on her tits as Eddie pulled his softening cock out of her.

“I never agreed to let you fuck my ass,” Beth said pitifully as her face fell on his chest.

Dean grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head down to look her in the eyes, and said, “You don’t have a fucking say in any of this bitch. You’re a Fuck-Toy that does what she’s told. What are you?”

Beth didn’t reply, so he shook her head roughly by her hair and slapped her across the face before asking her again, “What are you? Say it slut!”

Knowing that she had no choice, Beth replied, “I’m a Fuck-Toy.”

“Very good, Fuck-Toy. Now get off me. I want to fuck that ass too.” Dean said after giving one of her nipples a final twist.

The boys all changed positions.

Dean fucked her ass, Brody her pussy, and Eddie her mouth.

Eddie took special pleasure when he saw the disgusted look on her face after she tasted traces of her shit on his cock.

After Dean and Brody came inside her ass, they were each done for the night.

But Eddie wanted one last fuck with her pussy and rolled her over on her back.

He was just as brutal fucking her pussy as he was with her ass.

It was like he wanted to hurt her with his cock with each and every thrust into her.

Every time Beth screamed at him to stop, he stopped, but only to slap her face and punch her tits.

Beth stopped screaming after he hit her a few times and stayed silent while he raped her.

Since he had cum twice already, it took him a long time to cum again.

Eventually, he couldn’t hold back any longer and flooded her pussy with his cum.

While Eddie was ravaging Beth, Dean took a piss in the bathroom off the bedroom. After that, he opened the cabinet behind the mirror over the sink and checked what was inside. He found some valium, Percocet and her birth control pills. Saturday’s birth control pill was still in the package, and he popped it and Sundays out and flushed it down the toilet.

Dean had future plans for Beth and thought it would be funny if they could get her pregnant.

When Eddie was done with her, the boys started getting dressed to leave.

Beth stood naked in front of her bed, holding her abused pussy with one hand and her sore breasts with the other, and asked them with a quivering voice if they were going to delete the videos since she did all they asked.

With an evil grin, Dean explained, “Then you wouldn’t be our Fuck-Toy anymore if we did that, which would be a shame.”

“No. You’re our MILF Fuck-Toy now. We’ll be back, and when we do, you’re going to fuck us all again, and in any way we ask. It might just be one of us or all three. Who knows. A Fuck-Toy shouldn’t care.” Dean said.

“You can’t come back. My husband, or Patrick, can’t…” she started to say, but Dean cut her off.

“Yeah, we’re not going to ruin a good thing like this. We’ll try to make sure that no one is home, but no promises,” he said while laughing.

As she was standing there crying in despair, Brody and Eddie started sucking on her massive tits while Dean cruelly squeezed her clit between his fingers.

“What are you?” Dean asked.

“I’m a Fuck-Toy.” she said while weeping.

Dean pushed two fingers wet with her pussy juice into her mouth and said, “Yes, you are.”

And then they left.

Crying constantly, Beth checked on Matt, and after seeing that he was fine, she put on a bathrobe and went downstairs to check on Patrick.

Her ass and pussy hurt so bad that it was tough for her to walk, and she felt sick to her stomach when she felt cum from the boys start to drip down between her legs, down her thighs, and even to her ankles.

She saw that her son and his friends were asleep in front of the TV, just like Dean had said, but she was shocked to see what Patrick and Emily had obviously been doing.

She quietly fixed Emily’s bikini top, lay her down on the couch away from her son, and covered her with a small blanket.

Satisfied that everyone was just sleeping and safe, she returned to her bedroom to take a shower.

As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she could see bruises and bite marks on her breasts, and her face was red from all the slaps, but she didn’t think it would be noticeable by tomorrow.

But her main concern was her abused asshole.

It burned like fire from all the multiple anal rapes that she endured.

Because it hurt so bad, she expected it to be bleeding, but other than being swollen and sore, she thought she would be ok.

The long hot shower felt good on her body, but didn’t slow down thoughts like “What am I going to do? Chris would divorce me for sure. How can I end this? They’re coming back? Oh my god!” that raced through her mind.

Beth then tried to move Matt to another room, but he was too heavy, and she was so tired, so she left him covered on the floor, locked the bedroom door, and fell asleep in bed.

Sunday: Blackmail Day 2

When the morning sun woke her, she just lay still and replayed last night’s events in her head.

She smiled, thinking of the wonderful and magical time she had with Matt, but then started sobbing as she thought about all that had happened after.

It was her crying that woke Matt.

Keeping the blanket wrapped around his waist, he stood up and saw her lying on the bed, crying and was worried that she was crying because of what they had done.

Being a little more comfortable with her after last night, he sat on the bed, placed his hand on her sheet-covered shoulder, and asked her, “Are you ok, Mrs. Stone?

Beth didn’t answer. She only turned around and continued crying after putting her head against his bare chest.

Matt didn’t know what to do, so he held her and rubbed her shoulders and back.

It took several minutes, but eventually, she sat up and said, “Yes, thank you.”

She knew she had to talk to him about what happened last night, but Beth was at a loss for words and wasn’t going to tell Matt about what Dean and his friends did to her.

“Are you crying about what we did last night? It’s ok. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” Matt offered.

“Well, yes, you mustn’t ever tell anyone what we did. Thank you. But no. I’m not crying because of that.” Beth said while wiping her eyes.

Matt needed a moment to think about how he would bring up the next topic with her, so he excused himself and went to the bathroom to relieve himself.

When he sat back on the bed with her, he said, “I woke up last night, but I couldn’t get up because the room was spinning. Why was everything spinning? And I heard you and….” he trailed off before continuing. “Mrs. Stone, I heard Dean saying horrible things to you just before I passed out again. Is that why you’re crying? I wanted to stop him, but I literally couldn’t stand up. I couldn’t move! Why was he saying those things, and why was he in your bedroom with us?”

As Matt talked, Beth realized that she couldn’t keep what had happened to her a secret from Matt.

Knowing his good nature, he would most likely confront Dean at work and possibly ruin everything for her.

So with a deep breath and a heavy heart, she told him all of what happened after they made love last night and what she would have to do in the future to keep them silent.

When he heard the whole story, Matt jumped up naked from the bed with tears in his eyes, saying, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” over and over again while pacing the room.

Having no idea why Matt would be so upset, Beth had to pull him back down on the bed and ask several times what was wrong before he explained frantically, “I’m the reason Dean was here last night! Me! I told him how beautiful you looked in a bikini, and he said that he wanted to see you in it. He promised that he would leave as soon as he saw you. I am so sorry! This is all my fault.”

Beth took all this information in and realized that she had to calm him down to plan out what they were both going to do.

To get him to stop talking, she kissed him on the lips.

And then again, but longer.

And then a third time until he was silent.

“Listen to me. This is not in any way your fault. I love that you think I’m beautiful in a bikini. I love that you would tell someone that,” she said as she held his head and looked him in the eyes.

“I was the one who took you to bed,” she continued, “And I was the one who wanted to have sex with you. Dean took a wonderful thing that we had together and made it bad, not you!”

And then, seeing that he was getting upset again, she tried to get him to think about better things, so she asked, “Well, what was your favorite thing about being with me last night anyway?”

Matt laughed out loud and said, “Everything! Well, what I can remember anyway. Some parts are not too clear.”

Smiling, she moved her hand down and grasped his cock, marveling at how quickly it grew in response.

Giving it a few gentle squeezes, she said, “I think he remembers it all very well. But let’s review. I want you to remember last night perfectly.”

“First, I licked your enormous dick from top to bottom,” she said, taking her bathrobe off and then moving her head down to his cock and kissing it. “Then I tried getting the whole thing in my mouth, but I couldn’t because you’re so big and long.”

“Oh, is that why you were choking?” he asked her as she was licking his cock.

“Yes, but I figured it out. Do you want to see?” Beth asked, and before getting an answer, she started sucking on him while getting more and more of it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, and she started gagging like before.

“Sound familiar?” she asked playfully.

Matt reached out and grabbed her hair while pulling her mouth back down over his cock.

She took that as a cue to start earnestly deep throating him like before.

Sensing that he was about to cum she stopped, stood up, and asked him, “What did we do next?”

“You told me to lick you. Lick your pussy.” Matt replied, smiling. “I remember that you really seemed to like it.”

“I loved everything that you did to me, baby,” she said as she positioned her now dripping wet pussy over his face like before.

“You made me cum more and harder in one night than I ever have….” then she gasped as his tongue pressed hard against her clit.

Beth couldn’t remember any of the horrors from last night now.

Her breasts no longer felt any pain, only pleasure, and the burning pain from her asshole was temporarily a forgotten memory.

She started this round of sex to relax Matt, but she needed this far more than he did.

Sliding her body down his, Beth mounted his cock like the night before.

She was overwhelmed with the same orgasmic frenzy that got her into trouble in the first place.

Like before, she came as soon as he was fully inside her.

Like before, they climaxed together at the same time.

Like before, she collapsed on top of him with her whole body shaking in orgasmic pleasure.

But this time, neither one fell asleep.

This time, Beth stayed on top of him as they kissed while Matt’s hands roamed all over her body.

This time, she told him how incredible he made her feel.

This time, he laughed out loud and told her that he wanted to “do it” again while emphasizing “do it” to let her know that he now understood her joke in the kitchen.

This time, she rolled over onto her back and urged him to mount her on top.

This time, they climaxed together for a second time.

Matt stayed on top of her and casually kissed her breasts as they discussed what they needed to do and what not to do.

Beth urged him not to confront Dean at work or even let him know that he knew anything that had happened.

She told him that if Matt kept quiet, she hoped that Dean might say something to him by accident that would help them out.

And she told him to leave it to her to figure out a way to get them to stop.

When they heard noises from the kids coming up from the kitchen, they knew it was time to leave the bedroom, so Matt kissed her breasts one last time as he reluctantly got off her.

“They’ll be wondering what happened to you. Tell them that you fell asleep in the spare bedroom after you were looking for the bathroom last night,” Beth told him. “I’ll be down in a few minutes after you.”

The rest of the day was uneventful as the kids played in the pool.

Matt was the last to leave because he couldn’t find his shirt, and Beth gave him a goodbye hug that was much longer than it needed to be.

She found Matt’s T-shirt on a chair next to the pool while cleaning the house.

She pressed it into her face and smiled when she could smell Matt on it.

Initially, she planned to give it to Patrick, but then she decided to keep it and store it in a drawer in the spare bedroom.

When Chris got home from his trip, he noticed that Beth seemed distant. So when they were getting into bed, and she declined to have sex, he asked her if she was feeling ok, and she responded that she was just exhausted from the weekend and fell asleep.

Monday: Blackmail Day 3

After Chris left for work and Patrick for school, Beth took a long, hot shower and wondered if those three evil boys had decided against blackmailing her. All day yesterday, she kept expecting to see them walking into her backyard, causing trouble, but they didn’t.

Maybe they were just going to drop the whole thing.

She hoped so.

After putting on a robe, she picked out some clothes to wear for the day and then rubbed moisturizing lotion on her legs.

That was when she heard a wolf whistle from behind her.

Turning quickly, she was horrified to see all three boys walking into her bedroom.

“Well, well, Mrs. Stone. Glad to see you getting yourself ready like this for us,” Dean said with a smile.

“What are you doing? You can’t just…” she stammered.

“Yes. Yes, we can. The back door was unlocked. We thought you did that for us. Didn’t you? Weren’t you going to welcome us in? I hope so. If not, that would have made us angry, right, Eddie?” Dean said, nodding to his friend, who took out his switchblade and waved it threateningly like he would cut her with it.

“My husband…” she started saying while holding her robe closed tight with two hands.

Brody was behind her, rubbing her ass with his hand under her robe.

“We saw him leave. Patrick, too.” Dean countered while walking directly in front of her and lowering her hands with his own.

“Don’t you have school?” she said, trying to find any reason for them not to be here now.

“Nope. We all graduated. Eddie and I don’t have to be at work until 1:00, and Brody here has the whole day off, but he’s our ride, so...” Dean said as he pulled open her robe to get a good look at her huge naked breasts.

“We can go if you want us to. I mean, we’ll just have to come back later when your family is home and watch some videos. Do you want us to leave? Or do you want us to stay and fuck the shit out of you?” Dean asked her.

“Stay,” she replied.

“And do what?” Dean asked, smiling.

“Please stay and fuck the shit out of me,” she said softly while looking down at the floor.

Beth started crying as Dean bent down and started sucking on one of her nipples while Brody started fingering her pussy from the rear as Eddie stripped off his clothes.

For the rest of the morning, Beth never had more than a moment when a cock wasn’t inside her.

They were all especially focused on depositing their first load of cum in her ass.

And her asshole was still a little swollen and sore from the last time they all anally raped her.

Luckily, this time she convinced them to use the moisturizer by the bed to make it less painful than before.

After they all had fucked her ass, Brody was fucking her pussy as Dean sat on Beth’s face and pushed her massive tits around his cock.

“Lick my balls, you stupid fuck toy!” he yelled at her as he tried ripping her breasts off as he tit-fucked her.

Beth never stopped screaming in pain until Dean finally came between her tits.

When they were both done, Eddie had her lay on her back, so her head was hanging off the side of the bed.

He wanted another session of brutal deep-throating.

As before, Beth wasn’t able to swallow the whole thing and started choking on his cock.

So Dean picked up his belt and whipped her across both of her fat tits.

This sudden pain distracted her and caused her whole body to jump momentarily, allowing Eddie’s cock to enter her throat until his balls were pressed against her eyes and nose.

As he was throat-fucking her, Eddie wrapped his fingers tightly around her neck so he could feel his cock moving inside her.

When he was done, Dean took his place, followed by Brody.

Dean took this moment to check her birth control pill package in the bathroom again.

He had thrown away the Saturday and Sunday pills and saw that Monday was still there.

“Maybe she takes them at night?” Dean wondered.

He popped out today’s pill and flushed it.

At around 12:30, after they had fucked her so much that their dicks were worn out, Dean slapped her on her ass and said they were done for the day.

They left her face down on the bed, barely able to move with cum leaking out of both her pussy and asshole.



Tuesday: Blackmail Day 4: 9:30 AM

Beth said goodbye to Patrick as he left for the school bus.

She was sick to her stomach all morning, thinking that what happened yesterday would be a daily occurrence.

Beth just sat at the kitchen table, trying to drink a cup of coffee, when she heard the patio door slide open and saw Dean walk into the house.

He was 5’11”, and although he wasn’t in shape, he wasn’t out of shape either.

Under normal circumstances, Beth would have considered Dean very attractive with his wavy black hair, chiseled jaw, dark eyes and a close-cut beard.

But all she saw walking towards her today was a blackmailing monster.

“Just Dean?” she thought and hoped.

“Good morning Fuck-Toy!” he said. “Just me. Sorry, I know you love getting gangbanged. And I have to get to work soon, so just suck me off, and I’ll be on my way”.

“Where?” she said weakly while looking around.

“Right here Fuck-Toy. Take off your clothes and get on your knees, quick,” he demanded.

Beth wasn’t wearing a bra, and as soon as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, Dean started groping her tits and never let go, even as she was pulling her panties down her legs.

“Damn, I fucking love these tits. So fucking big and soft,” Dean said as he mangled them in his hands.

“Ok, get to it, fuck toy,” he said as he pulled her down to her knees by her nipples. “And all the way, just like you did with Matt.”

As Beth was doing what he asked, Dean saw her almost full coffee mug and helped himself.

She was so good that he quickly felt himself getting close to cumming, so he pulled his dick out of her mouth, dipped it into the warm coffee, and then put it back in her mouth.

He repeated this several times.

“Now, every time you have a cup of coffee, you’re going to think about my dick in your mouth!” he said while laughing.

When she started to deep throat him again, he grabbed her head and held her close as he came down her throat.

“Thanks fuck toy!” he said as he left her there on her knees in her kitchen. “See you later!”

Beth stood up and started crying as she swallowed whatever coffee-flavored cum was left in her mouth.

Tuesday: Blackmail Day 4: 2:30 AM

Later that day, when Beth returned from picking up her husband’s shirts at the dry cleaners, she saw a car that she didn’t recognize parked in front of her house. Her heart sank when she saw Brody get out of the car and follow her into her garage.

She stopped him before getting into the house and said she couldn’t because Patrick would be home soon.

Brody never said a word.

He just pulled down his sweatpants and stood in her open garage with his dick hanging out for anyone passing by to see.

Beth quickly shut the garage door and started to kneel down, thinking she could satisfy him with a quick blowjob as she did with Dean.

But Brody stopped her, bent her over the hood of her car, pushed the bottom of her sundress up over her ass, and then pulled her panties down.

Grabbing her hips, he positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and put it all the way in with one hard shove.

Beth’s pussy was dry, and his cock was thick, and she screamed out loud in pain, but he never slowed down.

He fucked her fast and squeezed her ass the whole time.

It was a sweltering hot day.

The garage was always hotter than outside, and lying on the hood of a recently running car made it even worse.

Beth felt like her breasts were on a stovetop.

They were both soon drenched in sweat.

He grabbed her by her hair, used it to arch her back, and then threw his whole body into her so hard as he fucked her that he started to rock the car side to side.

He came in her pussy and stayed there, enjoying the feeling until his cock softened and slipped out.

He had her clean his cock with her mouth before he put his sweatpants back on and left.

Afterward, Beth recalled that he never said a word to her the whole time.

Wednesday: Blackmail Day 5, 9:30

Beth was an emotional wreck, being so anxious about what would happen to her today. She hadn’t been able to eat anything except a piece of toast.

And then, just like the day before, Dean arrived in the morning and demanded sex.

This time, he brought her into the living room, where he sat naked on the couch and watched her while she slowly took off all her clothes.

Dean then had her give him a lap dance like he had seen strippers do in movies while he squeezed and played with her tits.

She sat on his lap with her back to him, and soon the crack of her naked ass was slick with his pre-cum.

Dean spread her cheeks and loved watching how her asshole was slowly sliding back and forth over his cock.

He put his cock into her pussy and told her to keep riding him as he kept running his hands through her long blonde hair, down her back, and along the curves of her hips.

Other than a few moments on the bed when they first saw Beth naked, Dean had never taken the time to fully appreciate just how beautiful she was.

Her back was so smooth, her skin so perfect, and she had two dimples just where her hips started to flare out.

And those hips were like perfect soft handles to hold while she bounced up and down on him.

The other women/girls that he has had sex with were either bony or fat.

Blackmailing a woman who was as hot as Beth was like winning a sexual fantasy jackpot!

“Now turn around and fuck me while I suck on those big fucking tits,” Dean instructed.

Beth did as she was told, straddling his waist and moving her pussy up and down as fast as she could go in hopes of making him cum quicker.

Dean continued to suck and gnaw on her nipples as she rode him until tears started to well up in Beth’s eyes from the pain he was causing her breasts.

But despite the abuse, her body was betraying her as she started to get aroused, and she hated herself for it.

She knew that her nipples were always sensitive.

So much so that she believed that she could achieve an orgasm solely from her breasts being stimulated.

But she was thinking about an orgasm from love and attention, not by being crushed and gnawed on during a humiliating rape like she was now enduring.

When he finally did cum, Dean told her to stay where she was so that he could enjoy the feeling of his cum and her juices flowing out of her pussy and down over his balls.

He put his face between her breasts and started talking to her, “I have to get going, but I can’t go to work like this with cum and pussy juice all over my balls. Clean me with your mouth.”

Beth groaned as she got off him and kneeled between his legs.

She hoped that licking his balls like this wouldn’t be as disgusting as the last time when they were hanging over her face.

Beth moved her open mouth all over his groin and sucked up any cum she found.

Often, she had to put mounds of his pubic hair in her mouth to suck up the fluids that had reached his skin.

Dean spread his legs wider and told her to go lower.

The smell of his ass made her want to gag.

“I feel some drips on my asshole. Lick it clean,” Dean said.

Beth put her face in her hands, started crying, and begged him not to make her do that, but Dean just shifted his body, so half his ass was hanging off the couch to give her better access.

Hating herself for knowing that this was all her fault, she gently lifted his balls out of the way and started by giving his asshole quick kisses as she worked her way up to a lick.

Crying constantly, she pressed her tongue against his asshole and held it there before moving it slowly up and down.

“That’s it, you fucking whore. That’s fucking perfect. Lick and clean my asshole. Get your whole tongue up there,” Dean kept repeating while looking down and only seeing her blonde hair moving around between his legs.

Beth was sickened by what she was smelling and tasting, but she knew that she had no choice, so she pushed his legs wider apart and made her mouth go lower to give her better access to his asshole.

When he felt the pressure of her tongue pushing itself deep into his ass, Dean just started laughing, reveling in the fact that she would do anything that he asked.

Finally, he stopped her, got dressed, and left her kneeling and crying by the couch.

“I have to go take a piss,” Dean said and went up to her bedroom bathroom and flushed Tuesday’s birth control pill.

After he came downstairs and left, Beth brushed her teeth five times and took a long shower.

She couldn’t eat or drink or do anything all day because she was a wreck, wondering who would be next and what they would make her do.

But Dean was the only one that day.

When Patrick came home from school at 3:30, she relaxed a little and thought about getting dinner started, but she needed to go grocery shopping.

Her mood lifted when she thought she might see Matt, but it crashed again when she remembered that Dean worked at the same store.

So she drove to another supermarket in the next town to avoid seeing him.

Matt got to work at 4:00 that day and was nervous about having a conversation with Dean.

This was the first time they had worked together since before the party.

Mrs. Stone told him to act like he had no idea what happened after he passed out, and that was what he was going to do.

When Dean saw Matt walking towards him, Dean braced himself for a possible fistfight, but Matt just smiled and nodded hello.

Surprised by that, Dean very cautiously engaged him in chit-chat about the party while always expecting that a punch might be coming his way at any time.

Dean thanked him again for getting him an invite and said that it was a fun time.

Matt then told him about how Patrick spiked the punch and how he passed out in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and that Mrs. Stone wasn’t mad when she found him.

At that, Dean's eyes went wide, and he smiled as he said, “Yeah, she seems really nice. So that’s all you remember from the end of the night? Passing out and then waking up the next morning?”

“Well, yeah. Some crazy dreams, too. I think that was from the punch, though. So what time did you end up leaving?” Matt asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. After everyone left to watch the movie, I think,” Dean answered.

Then Mr. Riley called Dean away, and Matt went out to collect carriages.

They never talked about the party again.

Thursday: Blackmail Day 6, 10:00 AM

Beth was expecting Dean at 9:30 like usual, and when it was 10:30, she relaxed and figured that he wasn’t going to show up today.

It was hot out, and she wanted to work in the yard, so she was wearing a white tank top that barely contained her breasts and old loose yoga shorts.

She was so accustomed to the boys brazenly walking into her house that when the front doorbell rang, Beth never suspected it would be one of them.

But when she opened the door, Eddie was standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Beth was afraid of Eddie.

He was a little older and taller than the others, even with his buzz-cut hair.

Much more muscular, with several evil-looking tattoos covering his arms and chest.

One tattoo was a large black skull and crossbones on his right shoulder, and another with the word DEATH over his heart.

Eddie was always the most aggressive with her.

The most eager to cause her pain.

He was clearly the most dangerous one out of the three.

Unpredictable and easily angered.

She thought that Dean was the only thing holding him back from really hurting her, and Dean was nowhere to be seen.

She was all alone with him today.

And that terrified her.

To make matters worse, Eddie was a mess.

His face was sweaty and dirty, with sweat dripping down off his head.

Every article of his clothing was filthy, and his boots left a trail of dirt on the carpet as he walked into her house.

“Hello, slut. I’m hot. I’ll take a beer if you have it,” Eddie said with mocking politeness.

Beth was about to say that he was too young to drink, but then thought better of it and got him one.

Eddie stared at her ass the whole time as she walked away into the kitchen, and his cock started hardening, thinking that he’d be fucking that soon.

When she returned, he tipped the bottle back and didn’t lower it until he drank the whole thing.

“I missed you, Mrs. Tits,” he said as he reached out and started molesting her breasts and staining her white tee-shirt brown from the dirt on his hands.

“Why are you so filthy?” she asked him while standing still and trying to stay calm as he pulled the tank-top straps down off her shoulders, so her massive cleavage was showing.

“I work at a few different places. This week I’m installing fences. It’s been a busy week. That’s why I’ve been away the past few days. But I’ve been thinking about you, slut. I wanted to give you a special treat, so I haven’t showered or changed my clothes since Monday. It’s been in the 90s all week and humid. I smell so bad that I’m almost making myself sick. Now... take me to bed,” he ordered her while grinning.

“Eddie, please. Can’t you clean…” she started pleading with him.

“Take. Me. To. Fucking. Bed. NOW!” he roared at her as he pulled her tank top all the way down until her massive breasts spilled out.

“Take your shorts and underwear off and then take my hand and lead me to your bed. Does doing that sound familiar to you, fucking whore-bag?” He yelled.

“Yes,” she said quietly as she removed her shorts and panties.

“Might as well take off your top, too. Now do everything for me like you did to that kid Saturday night,” he commanded.

Taking his dirty hand in her own, she led him up to her bedroom.

Eddie stood next to her bed and told her to take his clothes off.

Beth looked at her beautiful bed and knew that everything she had painstakingly chosen to make it perfect was about to be ruined. Why did she have to choose stark white bedding?

She started from the top and removed his plaid shirt first.

When she opened it up and pulled it off his shoulders, the stink from his chest was nauseating.

Eddie raised his right arm and told her to lick his pit.

While Beth did, he grabbed her head with his other hand and rubbed her face all around.

“Now my boots and socks,” he said

The boots were tough to get off him, and when she did it, she was almost overcome with the stink from his feet. His socks were soaking wet with sweat, and she had to literally peel each of them off.

“Suck on my toes,” he said.

Having no choice, she had to prostrate herself on the floor and tried to suck them.

But her breasts were so big and raised her chest so much that she couldn’t get her mouth low enough to suck on them.

She could only bob her head down enough to kiss them, but Eddie didn’t really care.

“Now, take off my pants,” he said, laughing, waiting for her reaction.

Beth was on her knees as she unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so when the jeans came down, there was nothing to contain the overwhelming stink from his groin.

Beth started retching and then actually vomited a little into her mouth. It was so bad.

“Oh yeah. Forgot to tell you. I haven’t wiped my ass after any shit I took since Monday.” Eddie said, thinking it was one of the funniest moments of his life.

He threw her on the bed, got between her legs, and started fucking her.

Beth just started screaming in absolute horror at what was happening to her.

The stench!

The filth!

It was beyond her comprehension.

But despite her revulsion and her begging and pleading for the next hour, Eddie never stopped fucking her.

When he made her give him a blowjob, she vomited again, and it spilled out all over his filthy cock.

When he fucked her ass, he continually punched her in the back of her head until she actually passed out, but he still just continued fuck her prone body until his cock exploded in her bowels.

After that, he rolled her over on her back and then went downstairs to get another beer.

She was still unconscious when he got back, so he slapped her face hard until she woke up.

“Wake up slut! Almost time for the grand finale. I’ve been waiting to do this all week. Time to fuck those big fucking tits!” he said while barely able to contain his joy.

“Please, no more. It’s too gross. I can’t take it,” she weakly pleaded as he got into bed with her.

Eddie straddled her head and then sat on her face with his shit-encrusted ass.

Beth’s legs shot out wildly as she struggled to get out from under the putrid stench that engulfed her face as Eddie pushed her massive breasts around his cock and started tit fucking her.

The only time Beth had time to breathe was for the second or two when he moved his cock and hips forward, taking his asshole off her mouth, and she could gasp for air.

After a while, Eddie stopped moving and rested his ass on her face.

His asshole was directly over her mouth.

Beth heard him say the words that she was dreading.

“Lick my asshole, you fucking slut. Lick my fucking asshole clean,” he repeated until he felt a tickle on his asshole as her tongue started to move back and forth across it.

Beth was in hell.

Absolute hell, but she knew that the only way to make it end was to do everything that he asked her to do.

So she licked him and tried to get her tongue deep in his asshole as she did with Dean.

Eddie began tit fucking her again, and just when he started cumming between her tits, he also took a massive shit into her mouth.

“Eat it, you fucking cunt! Eat my shit! Slut! Eat my shit! You shit eating slut!” he screamed at her as he ground his ass over her mouth.

When he was done, he slid himself off her and looked at her shit-covered face.

His brown and black shit was in her eyes, up her nose, in her mouth, and all over her blonde hair.

Beth blindly got off the bed and somehow raced her way to the shower in the bathroom off her bedroom to frantically wash his shit off her face.

Eddie waited a few minutes for her to get her face cleaned off and then joined her in the shower, commanding her to wash him.

Despite the hot water from the shower, Beth’s whole body was shaking from the trauma of what he had just done to her on the bed.

She washed his hair, and then, using a bar of soap, she lathered every inch of his body from head to toe until the water running into the drain turned from a shitty brown color to a soapy white.

Eddie made sure that she was on her knees while she washed his legs and groin.

When he told her to look up at him and open her mouth, she did so without hesitation out of pure terror, but Beth was very confused because his dick was soft.

If he was going to have me blow him, she thought that there was no way that he was going to cum anytime soon.

That’s when he let loose a stream of yellow piss into her mouth and told her to swallow it.

She did, but the piss kept coming as he aimed it all over her face until he was drained.

Laughing, he got out of the shower and dried himself off.

“Listen up slut. I’m going downstairs to watch some TV. I want you to wash and dry my clothes and then make me something to eat while I’m waiting. You hear me?” he asked her.

“Yes!” she shouted, trying to keep control of her sanity.

When he left the bathroom, Beth stayed in the shower on her knees with her head under the hot water until all physical traces of Eddie’s filth were gone.

The mental scars, though, would stay with her forever.

Beth took Eddie’s clothes to the laundry in the garage and then went back and cleaned the bathroom with bleach.

Then she took the shit soiled comforter, sheets, and pillowcases off the bed and into trash bags that she put in the trash barrels in the garage.

Then she made her bed with clean bedding and an old comforter.

Going to the kitchen, she made him two sandwiches and brought them, along with a beer, into the entertainment room, where he was sitting naked on the couch watching TV.

“Sit here and give me a blowjob until my clothes are dry,” he said to her.

Like a mindless puppet and not daring to anger Eddie in any way, Beth took off her bathrobe and knelt naked between Eddie's legs and sucked and kissed his cock and balls while he ate his sandwiches and watched cartoons.

Thirty minutes later, when they heard the buzzer on the dryer signaling that his clothes were ready, Eddie told her to deep throat him.

A few minutes after that, Beth was swallowing a mouthful of his cum.

Eddie then got dressed and left her house without saying another word to her.

Absolutely traumatized, Beth moved slowly like a zombie as she went to the liquor cabinet and made herself a glass of vodka and orange juice.

It was 3:00.

The day’s events replayed in her head, but she refused to believe that it was real.

It must have happened to someone else.

An hour later, when Patrick got home from school, she was on her second glass.

She told him that she wasn’t feeling very well and to do his homework before playing any games, without even looking at him.

Two hours later, when her husband got home, she finished her third glass and told him to order a pizza for dinner and that she was going to bed.

She finished her fourth glass an hour after that and was lying in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling.

Two hours later, when her husband came to check on her, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

An hour later, after her husband fell asleep, she went back downstairs and made herself another drink.

She walked around her house looking for a place to lie down and relax, but when she went to the living room couch, she remembered Dean making her have sex on it.

And when she went to the entertainment room couch, she remembered what Eddie had made her do on it.

Beth went upstairs but couldn’t bear to sleep on her own bed after what happened on it today.

So she went to the spare bedroom and lay down, but only stared at the ceiling.

That’s when she remembered Matt’s T-shirt in the table drawer next to the bed.

She took it out and rubbed it all over her face, and breathed deeply, so happy to be able to still smell him on it.

So she curled up with it under her head and fell fast asleep.



Friday: Blackmail Day 7, Morning

When Chris found her the next morning and asked if she was ok, she responded that she wasn’t feeling well and asked if he would make sure Patrick was awake before he left for work.

He sat on the bed next to her, rubbed her arm, and told her just to rest today and not to worry about anything.

At that, Beth sighed and thought to herself, “I ruined those kinds of days forever.”

A while after that, Patrick came in to check on her before he left for school and asked if he could get her anything.

Beth sat up and pulled him in for a hug while telling him thank you and that she loved him.

“I love you too, Mom!” he replied.

After he left, she went to the bathroom, undressed, went back to bed, and then just stared at the ceiling and waited.

It wasn’t too long after that when she heard the back door open and voices coming from downstairs.

She made no effort to move and continued to stare at the ceiling.

It was Brody who found her and called out to his friends, “Found her!”

“Shit, Eddie, I think you broke our toy,” Dean said, laughing as he and Eddie joined Brody.

Beth said nothing and spread her legs while continuing to stare at the ceiling as they surrounded the bed.

“What’s the matter Fuck-Toy?” Dean asked.

“Nothing. I’m ready. Let's get this over with,” she replied with no emotion in her voice.

“Oh, really,” Dean replied as he thought of how best to respond to that while looking at her.

Brody and Eddie both shrugged, took off their clothes, and started to get into bed with her.

But before they did, Dean stopped them and said, “I don’t like this slut’s attitude. I think she needs a reminder of what’s at stake and what she needs to do to keep us happy. Bring her into Patrick’s room.”

At that, Beth came alive and told them all to fuck off and go to hell.

“See, that’s the kind of bullshit that needs to stop. Drag her in there if you have to,” Dean said as he walked down the hall.

She yelled and fought every step of the way, but eventually, the two boys had her standing naked in the middle of Patrick's bedroom.

All four of them stayed silent as they looked around at the Star Wars and Superhero items decorating the walls.

Patrick had his trophies on a bookcase and pictures of family and friends on a desk. There was a framed picture of Emily next to his bed that he must have just put there. And he was still using the blanket adorned with soccer balls that Beth had hand-made for him years ago for his 12th birthday.

Eddie and Brody stayed silent and more than willing to keep following Dean, trusting that whatever he was about to come up with would benefit them all somehow.

“Cute room. Patrick seems like a really nice kid. But, what is he going to say when he finds out that his mother is such a slut,” Dean said.

“I get it. I understand. I’m letting you fuck me. What more do you want from me?” Beth asked bitterly.

“See, that’s the problem. You’re always complaining. Waiting for our direction. Fuck-Toys should know what to do. How to act. What to wear. We shouldn’t have to tell you to do anything. Fuck-Toys are supposed to entertain us!” Dean finished with a yell.

“That night at the party, you were hot as fuck. Dressed in a slutty bikini. Your hair was perfect. You wore jewelry. Make-up. Perfume. You fucked Matt like the horniest fucking slut any of us had ever seen. But this week with us, nothing. Look at you. You’re a fucking mess. Not showered. Not dressed. You look like shit. You’re barely holding our interest,” Dean continued.

Which wasn’t true at all, judging from the raging hard-ons each young man had now, looking at Beth just standing there naked.

But Dean was a clever bastard.

He wanted to get everything he possibly could out of Beth and knew exactly how to pull the right strings.

“Look at this room, look at the perfect life you’ve set up for your son that you’re about to absolutely destroy by not making us happy!” he said while turning around and pointing at everything.

Beth was crying now and holding both of her hands up to her face.

“What do you want me to do?” she cried out.

“Entertain us! Take some initiative. You’re a Fuck-Toy. A whore. Start looking and acting like one. Greet us at the door in a slutty outfit or something. Brody said that you looked kinda hot in a short sundress the other day, but that you were wearing granny panties that he had to pull down. You shouldn’t be wearing panties at all unless it’s a slutty G-string or something that we can pull to the side as we fuck you. And stop resisting. Beg us to fuck you. Beg to lick our balls. Beg to lick our assholes.”

At the mention of licking their assholes, Beth’s face changed to anger, and she screamed that she didn’t deserve what Eddie did to her.

Dean got within inches of her face and started yelling at her, “Deserve? What do you deserve? What the fuck do you even do? You don’t work. All you have to do is clean a house for two people and spend your husband’s money. You’re just a stupid cunt who likes to fuck little kids.”

At that, Beth dropped her head, crossed her arms over her huge tits, and started trembling.

Dean reached out, lifted her chin, and looked her directly in her eyes.

“This is what we’re going to do—a test. You’re going to get into your son’s bed. Put your head on his pillow. Raise your ass in the air and beg us to fuck you in the ass. And then we’re going to fuck you one after another. If you don’t fuck us all back from beginning to end like it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt, we’re not leaving until your family comes home, and we all watch a few videos. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Dean said.



It took a moment for her to respond.

Standing in her son’s room like this broke her heart.

Patrick told her that he loved her this morning!

Would he after he found out what she had done?

Would he, after the chaotic divorce that would happen when Chris found out?

Would he, after his whole way of life was destroyed because of her?

Utterly defeated and wanting to show them that they had won, Beth opened her mouth and started sucking on Dean's thumb that was on her chin before she moved forward and kissed him passionately on his lips.

She took his hands, placed them on her breasts as she had with Matt, and squeezed them before she walked over to Patrick’s bed.

After putting her head on his pillow and raising her ass up high, she told them that she bought a bottle of KY to make it easier for them to fuck her ass if they wanted and that it was in her bathroom cabinet above the sink but that if they didn’t want to use it, that was ok too.

Beth lay fully on her fat tits, reached back to spread her cheeks with both hands, and said, “But do whatever you want to do. Your spit works fine, too. Please! Someone fuck my asshole!”

The boys all looked at each other and smiled as Brody went to get the KY.

“See? You took the initiative and bought KY for us. So, as a reward, we’ll use it. Good job, Fuck-Toy, very good,” Dean spoke to Beth as if she were a dog that learned a new trick.

Brody came back with the lube and got into bed with her to be first.

All three boys fucked her ass one after the other like Dean said they would, and each time, despite how much agony she was in from it, Beth threw her ass back at them with enthusiasm while begging them to cum in her ass.

After Brody was done, she told him that she wanted to clean any of her shit off his cock with her mouth as Dean was ass-fucking her and then did the same for Dean.

After Eddie spurted his cum deep in her shitter, she deep-throated his whole cock in her mouth to clean it off.

The boys all looked at each other and shook their heads in agreement that this was a nice change of attitude, and Eddie gave Dean a silent golf clap in appreciation.

When she was done with Eddie, Beth apologized that she hadn’t showered yet and asked them if they wanted to take a shower with her.

It was a tight fit, but the shower stall was big enough for the four of them. In addition to the traditional shower head, there was also a rainfall showerhead from above, keeping them all wet and warm with hot water.

As she washed her long blonde hair, Beth soon had six soapy hands running all over her body, paying special attention to her breasts, ass, and pussy.

Beth started to hate herself at her reaction to that.

For the first time ever with these boys, she actually started to get aroused because their soapy hands felt so good on her body.

Before she finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, she dropped to her knees and begged them to piss in her mouth.

Eddie and Dean both nodded their heads, yes, and they high-fived each other while Brody let loose a stream of hot yellow piss that filled her mouth.

Dean followed, aiming for her eyes that she tried to keep open.

Eddie put his soft cock entirely in her mouth when he pissed and kept it there the whole time as Beth swallowed as fast as she could until he finished.

Then the boys left her alone in the shower to finish washing herself and went downstairs to get something to eat.

After coming out of the shower, Beth stood alone in her bedroom and collected herself, trying to get ready for what she knew would be more perverse sexual acts.

She didn’t have much lingerie since Chris wasn’t into that kind of thing, but she did have a red nightie and matching g-string that she hoped the boys would like.

She dried and styled her hair like she had for the party and put on fancy earrings and a diamond necklace.

Her lipstick was deep red and glossy.

Just before she went downstairs, she remembered that Dean had mentioned perfume, so she sprayed some on her neck, between her breasts, and under the front of her g-string.

When she walked into the entertainment room, the young men went wild with cheers and yelled out all kinds of both complimentary and abusive comments.

Beth kneeled in front of Dean, who was sitting on the couch and started to suck his cock without saying a word.

Brody kneeled behind her and, after sliding her g-string to the side over her ass, started fucking her pussy from behind.

After they both came inside her, Eddie grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up to a standing position before ripping the flimsy lingerie off her body with one hard pull.

Once her huge breasts were uncovered, he started sucking and biting down hard on her nipples.

Before this morning, Beth would have cried out and tried to push his head away, but now she ignored the pain he was causing her and instead grabbed his head and pushed it into her breast, and begged him to bite her harder as she stroked his hard 9-inch cock in her hand.

Eddie then slapped her so hard across her face that she fell to the floor.

Dean and Brody thought that Eddie had snapped and started to get up from the couch to keep him from really hurting her, but they sat back down when Beth quickly took off her g-string, spread her legs, and begged Eddie to fuck her pussy.

Which he did, and then Eddie was absolutely stunned when he orgasmed quicker and harder than he ever had before.

He just collapsed on top of her, not believing how good that felt to him.

Eddie usually got off causing women pain, but to have a woman respond positively to his physical abuse was new to him, and he liked it.

Dean broke away while Eddie was fucking her to go upstairs and throw Beth’s Friday birth control pill away.

The boys didn’t stop playing with or fucking Beth’s body until almost 3:00 and kept her in suspense the whole time on whether or not she had pleased them enough not to show the videos to her husband.

“You did a good job today Fuck-Toy. Relax and enjoy the weekend. We can’t wait to see what you have planned to entertain us next week,” Dean said as they started to head for the door.

“Do you... Do you all want my cell number so you can text me when you're coming over? That way, I can make sure I’m at my best for you and warn you if someone is home?” she offered as she gave Dean her phone.

“Good idea, Fuck-Toy. Good idea,” he replied, and the three of them added her cell number to their phones.

While the other two were adding her number, Dean secretly added her phone to the GPS locator app on his phone. So now he could track her wherever she went.

When they were gone, Beth picked up the house and went up to her bedroom, lay down, and cried until she heard Patrick come home from school.

Friday: Blackmail Day 7, Evening

After dinner, while Chris was having a drink while watching TV and Patrick was playing video games, Beth was online trying to find whorish things to buy that would make Dean and the boys happy.

She had already ordered several sets of lingerie, slutty looking cocktail dresses, thigh-high stockings, and a few other things.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing now, looking at vibrators and dildos.

One of her friends talked to her once about how great it was to use a vibrator while having sex, but Beth was too timid to try it.

Now she was ordering one to entertain three blackmailing bastards.

When she searched for the word “dildo,” she was amazed and sickened by the variety in shapes and sizes.

But she ordered 2 of the strangest ones that she could find, figuring that the boys would be “entertained” when she used one on herself.

Then she went into her bathroom to take her birth control pill for the day.

It was already gone.

“Did I take it already?” Beth wondered as she tried to recall doing so.

She just shook her head and blamed not remembering it on all the stress and emotional trauma from the week.

When she and Chris were getting ready for bed, he told her his plans to repair some broken fence sections in the backyard on Saturday.

Just hearing the word “fence” made her think back with revulsion to her day with Eddie.

But when he also told her that Matt was coming over to help, her spirits lifted.

She hadn’t seen him since Sunday and wanted to know how it was going working with Dean.

And, she missed him.

Just then, Chris reached over and started rubbing her breasts, letting her know that he was interested in having sex.

Beth smiled, trying to hide from him that her breasts and vagina were still very sore from all the sex she had had with the boys today.

She wanted to tell him no, but she had been rejecting Chris’s advances all week and knew that she had to do something to please him tonight.

Beth pulled down his pajama bottoms and started to rub his cock with her hand as he began to suck on her tits, which caused her to gasp out loud and move her tits around, trying to reposition his mouth away from her sore nipples.

Luckily for her, Chris thought that all her moaning and moving as he touched her was from pleasure and not pain.

Her husband’s cock felt so small in her hand right now.

“Is it even 5 inches?”

She didn’t think so.

Beth had always enjoyed having sex with Chris and never thought much about his lack of size until she felt the pleasures of Matt’s monster cock.

Chris got on top and entered her.

Just thinking about having sex with Matt got her pussy juices flowing, and Beth grabbed her husband’s ass and fucked him back.

He climaxed in just under two minutes, rolled off her, told her that she was the best, and fell asleep.

Beth stayed awake, frustrated and looking at the ceiling.

She touched her clit, thinking she might masturbate, but it was still sore from today’s sexual abuse, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep while wondering how her life had gotten so messed up.

Saturday: Blackmail Day 8

Chris, Patrick, and Matt spent most of the morning removing and replacing a few fence sections in the backyard.

It was another scorcher of a hot day, and they were all eyeing the cold pool as they worked.

When Chris said he was taking the boys to Home Depot to get some more wood and nails, Beth asked if Matt could stay and help her move some pictures in the spare bedroom.

What she really wanted was time alone with Matt to discuss what was going on with Dean.

When Chris and Patrick left, she and Matt walked into the kitchen to talk about Dean and the other two.

After giving him a tall glass of ice water, Beth didn’t tell Matt any details about the rapes and other horrible things she suffered last week.

She just kept it mild with terms like “sex” and “naked.”

He didn’t have much to tell her except that he only talked to Dean once on Wednesday because he had been practicing with his swim team after school the rest of the week.

Matt then told her that he posted to an online discussion group a story similar to their problem about being a blackmail victim, asking for suggestions on how to get the videos off their phones.

“There were a few helpful suggestions,” Matt said. “One was if we could get a hold of all three phones and log into them, I could delete the vids from both the phone itself and any online storage. Since it was a sex video with a teenager, they probably won’t send it to anyone else or post it anywhere, knowing they could face jail time if they got caught with it. I’d also have to remember to delete it from all the trash folders, too.”

Beth didn’t want Matt involved in this, but she admitted that she wasn’t tech-savvy at all and would need his help.

“The problem is gaining access to their phones because we don’t know their passwords. And to do it all at the same time before they realize what we’re doing. So we’re kind of stuck,” Matt added.

“Well, that’s something we can work on, I guess. I had no idea at all before this, so it’s very helpful,” she happily said to Matt as she hugged him.

Matt wondered how he would or could even act around Beth when they were alone with each other, so he kept his hands away from her ass and boobs when she hugged him.



“Gross! You’re all dirty and sweaty!” she said with a laugh, but then suddenly felt afraid and sickened as she remembered what Eddie had done to her.

But this wasn’t Eddie.

This was Matt.

“Maybe…..” she thought, “Maybe if I replayed what Eddie made me do but with Matt, it would replace horrible memories with good ones.”

So she didn’t break the hug and kept his smelly body close to hers while she kissed him passionately on the lips.

Beth felt a thrill through her whole body when Matt ran his hands down her back and then slid into her shorts to cup her ass.

She pulled his sweat-soaked tee-shirt up and over his head before moving her head down to lick the sweat off his neck and chest while suppressing a trembling fear when she moved her mouth under his arm.

Like Eddie, Matt was sweaty and had a dank and musky smell that got more intense as she raised his arm.

Beth closed her eyes and pushed her whole face with her mouth open under his arm, and as she started licking, she expected the worst.

This time, though, there was no Eddie enjoying a perverted pleasure from her humiliation, but instead, Matt started laughing because she tickled him so much.

And Beth started laughing too as she used her mouth to tickle his other underarm.

Filled with relief, she unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra as she said, “You know, I don’t really need any help with pictures, but there is a bed up there, and they won’t be home for a while….”

They both laughed as they went up the stairs, with Matt pulling off her shorts.

They both laughed when they fell naked into bed with each other.

Then the laughing changed to moaning as they made love to each other.

Beth moved her mouth all over Matt’s sweaty body as she did with Eddie, but there was one thing that she was afraid to ask Matt for, but she desperately needed to replace an awful memory.

In preparation for what she needed to do and remembering Matt’s inexperience, she wrapped her breasts around his cock and gave him his first titfuck.

Once her tits were covered in his pre-cum she stopped, lay down on the bed, and asked him to straddle her face and tit-fuck her again while she licked his balls.

Matt once again thought he had died and gone to heaven as he pushed her firm, giant tits around his cock while her hot mouth licked and sucked his balls.

When he felt himself start to feel like he was going to cum he stopped moving and just enjoyed the sensation of what Beth was doing with her mouth.

When he felt her tongue running down to the very base of his cock below his balls, he lifted his hips a little as he wondered what she was doing.

And then when he felt her go even lower and start to lick his asshole, he was shocked at first, but then started to enjoy it.

When she grabbed his hips and pressed his ass down on her face until he felt her tongue going as deep as she could get it into his asshole, he felt himself getting ready to cum, so he pushed her tits back around his cock and shot out streams of cum that pooled on top of her stomach.

Matt leaned forward off her face and lay down next to her with his head on her thigh, which he immediately started kissing.

She just lay still and felt calm while thinking that even though what she just did was naughty and dirty, it was also a lot of fun to get Matt to react the way he did.

Beth craned her head forward and smiled as she looked through the valley between her moist breasts at the puddle of Matt’s cum on her belly.

She reached down and circled her fingers in it and then brought them to her mouth to taste him.

And then did it again and again until it was mostly gone.

And then she rubbed what was left of his seed all around her stomach and over her breasts.

She was going to rub it into her pussy, but Matt had spread her legs and started kissing it first.

“You know. It doesn’t seem fair that I finished and you didn’t. You seem to really like it when I do this,’ he said as he licked her slit. “Want to sit on me like before and let me make you feel good?”

“I do, baby,” she said as she rolled over on top of him in the 69 position, “but I think I can make you feel good at the same time.”

Matt was licking her slit before she finished talking, and soon Beth was rubbing her pussy across his mouth, desperately trying not to cum each time his tongue pressed hard into her clit.

His young cock started to harden and rose up in front of her face, demanding her attention, so she took him in her mouth and sucked on it gently.

Sucking on his cock like that gave her the distraction she needed to keep her from cumming too quickly.

She wanted to enjoy this as long as possible.

Matt loved licking Beth’s pussy.

He loved it when his face was literally covered in her juices.

He could tell by how she moved her soaking wet pussy all around to get the most pleasure from his mouth that he was making her happy.

He also loved the feel of her massive tits pressing into his stomach and how her hard nipples poked and dragged along his skin.

The thrill he felt when she took his rapidly hardening cock in her mouth made him grab her ass and try to get as much of his tongue inside her pussy as he could, which in turn made her body go wild on top of him.

Being in the 69 position with her gave Matt a perfect view of Beth’s tiny, light blonde asshole, and he decided to do for her what she did for him.

He moved his mouth off her pussy and started licking and pressing his tongue into her ass.

This brand new and unexpected stimulation took Beth by surprise and caused her to almost scream in pleasure around Matt’s cock in her mouth.

“Oh my god!” she thought as she realized that Matt was licking her asshole.

Beth had never experienced pleasure from any kind of anal sex before.

The violent and painful anal rapes that Dean and the boys subjected her to left her thinking that there was no female pleasure from anal sex at all.

But it felt nice.

Really nice.

She wanted him to stop and tell him that he didn’t need to do that for her, but he had an iron grip on her hips and wasn’t letting her move an inch away from him.

Beth could do nothing but moan and enjoy what she was feeling.

She felt him move back to her pussy and then start to suck on her clit, which also no one had ever done to her before, and she nearly lost her mind as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body over and over again.

Reluctantly taking her mouth off his cock she closed her eyes and lay her face on it as her whole body shook uncontrollably from the intense pleasure Matt was giving her as he continued to suck on her clit and roll it around in his mouth.

When she stopped shaking, Matt stopped sucking and dropped his head as she rolled off him.

Beth lay down next to him and kissed him as they talked about how good they made each other feel.

She sent Chris a text message asking when he would be home, and then gave him something to keep them from coming right home by asking if they could pick them both up iced coffee.

He texted back, “ok, but it’s going to be another 20 minutes or so.”

“20 minutes,” Beth thought as she looked at Matt’s still hard cock.

She looked him in the eyes and asked with a devilish grin because she knew what his answer would be, “Do you want to fuck me up the ass?”.



Less than a minute later, she was rubbing KY all over Matt’s dick.

After getting on her hands and knees, she directed him to press the head slowly into her asshole.

But it hurt her, and he was having trouble getting his massive member in.

When Matt heard Beth make a noise like she was in pain, he pulled away and asked her if she was ok, but Beth just smiled at his concern and lay down flat on her stomach, figuring that they would have to do it another day when they had more time.

But she didn’t say that to Matt.

He just thought she wanted to try in another position, so he straddled her legs, put his cockhead against her asshole again, and pushed in.

The angle was better for him this time, and he was halfway inside her after a few strokes.

Beth encouraged him to keep going and keep fucking her until he put all of himself inside her.

And Matt did.

Her first impression of anal sex with Matt was that it didn’t feel good, but it also didn’t feel bad.

He was slow and gentle, and the feeling of fullness when his long cock was all the way inside her let her start to appreciate what was happening.

It was after the third time when he almost pulled all the way out and then slid it slowly back in that Beth felt the change in how her body was responding.

It felt good.

She started to lift her ass up as his cock was coming down.

And it felt better.

She asked Matt to fuck her harder.

And, incredibly, it felt even better as she felt her orgasm building.

“Matt, you’re going to make me cum, baby. Fuck my ass as hard as you can!” she yelled out to him.

Matt couldn’t believe he was having anal sex with Mrs. Stone right now.

He had seen it on porn videos, but to actually do it a week after the first time he ever had sex was mind-blowing.

It hurt at first as he was trying to get it in her.

Like he was pressing his cock into something too small.

But once he was in, it made the effort all worthwhile.

His mind was just full of thoughts as he pounded her asshole.

“Her ass is so warm and so tight!”

“The pressure around my cock……...”

“Feels different from her pussy….”.

“Different from her mouth too…..”

“She just lifted her ass up, and I think I just went in even deeper!!”

“She’s begging me to fuck her harder. I have to really fuck her harder!!!”

Matt was moving his hips so fast his cock was like a blur as it slid in and out of her asshole.

Beth just started screaming “Yeeeeeeeeeees!” as she had her first-ever anal orgasm.

Matt shot his cum into her ass seconds after that and collapsed on top of her with his cock still in her ass and his face buried in her hair.

“Oh my god. That was amazing.” Beth whispered.



Matt moved off her and stood up on shaking legs until he sat back down on the bed.

“Wow,” was all that he said.

“Wow, is right,” she said as she went to get a warm, soapy, wet towel.

As she wrapped it gently around his dick and cleaned him off, she said, “We only have a few minutes before they come back. Get dressed. Let's say that we moved some pictures around, but I ended up liking them where they were, ok?”

“Anything you say, Mrs. Stone,” he replied.

At that, Beth kissed him on the lips passionately for a few moments and then looked him in the eyes and said with a smile, “I think that after all we’ve shared together, it’s more than fine for you to call me Beth, if you want.”

“Beth. Ok. But it’s going to be a little weird,” he said.

“This whole thing we’re doing is a little weird. Wonderful but definitely weird. Our wonderfully weird and secret thing,” Beth said as she kissed him again.

After fixing the fence, everyone except for Beth hopped in the pool to cool off. She came out a few minutes later wearing an older navy blue bikini.

She had to throw away the black bikini that Eddie destroyed.

This one was much more modest and covered enough of her curves that she thought Matt might not have any embarrassing moments in the pool like with the other one.

They all just relaxed and listened while Patrick dominated the conversation, talking about his girlfriend, Emily.

Later, when they were eating pizza on the patio, Matt asked Beth to pass him a can of soda.

When she did, he said, “Thanks, Beth,” and all conversation at the table suddenly stopped.

Chris looked at Matt and was about to tell him that it wasn’t allowed, but Beth smiled and said, “I told him to call me Beth. Mrs. Stone makes me feel too old.”

“Ok, but I’m still Mr. Stone,” Chris said sternly.

“No problem, Mr. Stone,” Matt replied, smiling.



Sunday: Blackmail Day 9

Beth was in a good mood today.

Patrick and Emily wanted to go to the movies, and while picking up Emily, she finally got to meet and talk to her mom, Maddie.

Maddie seemed like a nice woman.

She was quiet and polite, and they exchanged cell numbers in case one mom needed to reach the other.

Now, Beth felt a little better about their kids dating at such a young age.

After dropping Patrick and Emily off at the theater, she drove off to do some errands.

Patrick was holding Emily’s hand as they walked into the building, but he wished he were holding something else.

He only had a few blurry memories of what they did at the party last week, but they were good ones.

How they French kissed and how her bare breasts looked and felt.

They were so smooth and firm!

He only told Matt about the alcohol that he added to the punch that night, and no one else.

Patrick wished that he hadn’t added so much to make them both pass out, but he also knew that he wouldn’t have seen her breasts at all if Emily hadn’t drunk that night.

Before that, she was constantly pushing his hands away whenever they got close to her breasts or ass.

Unfortunately, Emily said that she didn’t remember showing him her breasts that night, and she was back to her usual hands-off self this week.

When Patrick and Emily were waiting to buy drinks and candy, Dean and Eddie happened to get in line behind them.

They couldn’t stop looking at how fuckable Emily’s ass was in the tight shorts she was wearing, and were hoping that she’d turn around so they could also get a good look at her face and tits.

Emily was so short and skinny that Eddie kept calling her a flesh light.

It wasn’t until they recognized Patrick with her that they remembered her.

Remembered her sitting on the couch next to Patrick with her sweet-looking tits hanging out of her bikini top.

As before, Dean played the part of a friend and not a predator and said hello to Patrick.

When the couple turned to respond, Dean made it a point not to look at Emily’s prominent breasts under her t-shirt, but Eddie just stared at her like he was going to rape her at any moment.

They chatted for a minute and found out that they were seeing different movies.

After Patrick and Emily got their snacks, they said goodbye and left them in line.

When they were far enough away that Emily thought that she wouldn’t be heard, she told Patrick, “Dean seems really nice, but that Eddie guy is a total creep.”

Unfortunately, due to the acoustics of the theater foyer, both boys heard her quite well, and Dean burst out laughing while Eddie stood there fuming in rage.

When the movie was over, Beth picked them up and brought them back to the house, where Patrick and Emily got changed into bathing suits and jumped into the pool while she checked on Chris.

Today, Chris had three of his friends over for a cookout and to watch the football game.

She was surprised to find that all four men were very drunk, and it wasn’t even halftime yet.

Beth knew that they had a tradition to all have a shot of whiskey whenever their team had a touchdown, but it was a low-scoring game.

“I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t eaten all day or not, but I only had two shots, and I am fucked up!” Scott announced.

“Yeah, I am too. Crazy dizzy. Chris, what the fuck are we drinking?” Bradley asked, also concerned.

Bradley was recently divorced and had Hunter, his 4-year-old son, with him today, and he didn’t want to get so drunk that he couldn’t look after him.

Taking a look at the bottle from the mini-bar on the patio next to the grill, Chris said, “It’s just whisky. Good whiskey, of course, but nothing special.”

“Has it been out in the sun? Maybe it’s skunked or something? Does booze get skunked like that?” suggested Rob, feeling dizzy himself.

Beth said, “I don’t know. I just wheeled the bar out from the pool shed before I left. The last time it was out in the sun was for the party last weekend……..” she stopped talking, suddenly realizing why she and Mrs. Walsh got drunk so quickly at the party.

“Those fucking bastards did something to the liquor!” thought Beth.

“Ok. Let me throw this shit and the other bottles away and make some food,” Chris said as he fired up the grill.

While Chris was grilling steaks and burgers, his three friends were sitting around a table by the pool, trying to clear their drunken heads and not to obviously stare at Patrick’s girlfriend, Emily, in the pool.

The petite teenager was in a bikini and had her straight blonde hair, which usually fell to her waist, up in a ponytail.

She was a tiny little thing, standing at 4’ 8” and only weighing 75 lbs without an extra ounce of fat on her that didn’t make her look adorable.

Under usual circumstances, this wouldn’t be anything to catch any unusual attention from these men, but Emily had been gifted with full D-cup breasts that looked enormous on her tiny body, and the cold water from the pool was making her nipples look like tiny pencil erasers under her bikini top.

Rob asked his friends, “Holy shit. How old is that girl anyway?”

With an obvious look of lust on his face, Bradley said, “I don’t know, but she looks like she’s 13 with fake tits that a 23-year-old stripper would have,” which got them all laughing.

“You put way too much thought into that,” laughed Rob.

“Damn, Chris. I hope you spoke to Patrick about the birds and the bees already,” Scott joked.

“Are you guys really checking out a little teenager? That’s creepy,” Chris answered.

“No way. Look at them. Those do not look like teenage tits,” Bradley continued while continuing to stare at them every chance he got.

Bradley liked them young.

His ex-wife was 15 years younger than he was.

Before he got married, he was always dating girls almost half his age.

Some of his favorite memories were from when he was 36 and was hooking up with a teenage cashier who worked at Target.

He had a good eye for picking out women with daddy issues, too, which made hooking up with them easier.

They all just had a particular look about them.

And little Emily had all those markers.

Hunter, like his father, also wanted to play with Emily, and she agreed when Bradley asked her to watch his son in the pool.

Later, as they were all eating, Bradley thanked her for keeping Hunter safe in the pool, and she replied, “No problem. I learned about pool safety in all the babysitting classes I took.”.

After learning that she has often babysat other children in the past year, Beth suggested that Bradley hire Emily to babysit Hunter.

“You mentioned that you always have a hard time finding a babysitter, and you saw how good she was with Hunter today,” Beth said.

“Well… I have a dinner party for work this Friday night. Are you interested?” he asked her while also thinking how great it would be to see that smoking hot little body again.

“Sure, but let me talk to my Mom first,” the petite blonde replied.

“Ok. Here is my cell number. Have her call me if she wants to meet with me or look at my place first, since she doesn’t know me.” Bradley suggested.

Later that night, before she went to bed, Beth unwrapped her deliveries and looked at all the whorish online purchases she had made to “entertain” the boys this week.

She hoped that it would be good enough for whatever they wanted, as she put it all in a box and hid it in her closet.

Monday: Blackmail Day 10

In the morning, she received a text at 9:45, simply stating “30 min”.

Beth showered and styled her hair before putting on her first sexy outfit.

It was a black sheer mesh camisole crop top that looked like a sports bra made out of fishnet stockings.

The spaces between the mesh were wide enough so that each of her nipples wasn’t covered at all.

For underwear, she had a black G-string that looked like it was made from dental floss.

She put on her makeup, perfume, and different types of gold jewelry before stepping into black high heels.

When she was done, Beth was shocked when she looked at herself in the full-length mirror and didn’t even recognize who she saw in the mirror.

She didn’t even know how to describe herself either.

Whore? Slut? Prostitute? Stripper?

No. She thought. The best name to describe how she looked was what they named her: Fuck-Toy.

Then she heard the front doorbell ring.

Beth looked out the side window.

It was all 3 of them.

Before opening the door, she took a deep breath and prepared herself to play the part of a whore that the boys demanded.

To say that all three young men were ecstatic about how she looked was an understatement.

Their whole tone and the way things played out during the day were different from last, too.

The boys still fucked every hole that she had (multiple times), but it was a lot less brutal and slower-paced.

It was as if they didn’t want to ruin their own enjoyment of how amazing Beth looked.

And several times while they fucked her ass or had her lick their balls, she remembered how it felt with Matt and found it almost enjoyable.

When they left the house at 1:00, Beth was surprised and happy that she was just tired and not in pain.

Tuesday: Blackmail Day 11

She got a text at 10:00 AM only saying “30 min”.

She was ready like the day before with perfect hair and makeup, but wearing a different outfit.

This one was a super stretchy white strapless tube top dress that wrapped around every curve of her body like she was poured into it.

It was only high enough to cover the top half of her massive tits, barely covering her nipples, and only came down low enough to cover the top of her thighs.

She finished the look with white fishnet thigh-highs and white heels so high that she had trouble walking in them.

Dean was by himself, just like last Tuesday, and he stood by the front door, clapping at her before walking in.

“Outstanding again, Fuck-Toy. Outstanding. I don’t even know where to begin fucking you today,” he said to her while taking pictures of her with his phone.

The boys often took pictures and videos of her when she was naked or while fucking them.

So much so that she had gotten used to it, but yesterday and today were different.

They made her pose in her outfits, and for some reason that she couldn’t describe, that was even more humiliating to her.

Dean had them spend the morning in her bed, and he never took her dress or thigh-highs or heels off while fucking her.

He’d pull the top of the dress down when he wanted to suck her tits, but for the most part, he kept her breasts covered up.

It was sexier to him.

The bottom of the dress was up to her waist the whole time, though.

As she was sucking on his neck while he was on top fucking her, she asked him if he wanted to fuck her with a dildo that she had bought to entertain them.

Of course, Dean said yes.

She had bought two, but only took one out of the box in her closet.

That one was a 7-inch-long replica of a dog’s cock with a large knot at the base.

She didn’t know that it was a dog cock when she bought it, though.

She was so stressed while trying to find clothes and other things that she hoped would entertain the boys that she wasn't paying too much attention to what she was getting.

She only thought that they were both weird-looking and would excite them.

Both dildos came with a suction cup that screwed onto a base, but Beth didn’t know what that was for, so she threw them away.

The other dildo was black and also oddly shaped.

It was supposed to be 5 inches, but she must have clicked the 11-inch one by mistake.

She didn’t know what it was a replica of, though, because Beth had never seen an erect horse cock before.

No matter, she wasn’t letting any of them know about that one.

As Beth was lying on her back on the bed, Dean had her suck on the dog cock and lick it each time after he pushed it deeper and deeper into her pussy.

He was fascinated by watching her pussy lips stretch and move around the odd shape of the dildo.

He was also fascinated by how the large knot at the bottom was just a little too big to get in her.

He slowly twisted it inside her, making her feel its every bump and curve.

Beth thought it felt strange but not unpleasant as she closed her eyes, trying to enjoy it and thinking of Matt.

When all of it except for the knot was in her pussy, Dean moved up and started sucking on her now aroused and erect nipples.

For the first time ever with any of the boys, she felt a wave of pleasure sweep over her body, and she moved her hand down and started to rub her clit.

Her other hand gripped the back of Dean’s head, and she legitimately urged him to keep doing to her breast what he was doing.

It felt amazing.

She lost herself in the moment and felt herself about to cum when…she screamed!

But not from an orgasm.

Dean had suddenly hit the bottom of the dildo hard with his palm and sent it entirely into her pussy, knot and all.

Laughing while he held her wrists above her waist, he rolled her over on her side and pushed his cock into her asshole while the dildo was stuck in her pussy.

Assfucking her like this was a super turn-on for Dean, and after a few minutes, he shot his cum deep in her ass.

He rolled her back onto her back and refused to let her take the dildo out.

While Beth cried, he just sucked on her tits and waited for it to fall out by itself.

But after 5 minutes, it hadn’t moved.

So he reached down and grabbed it by the little stub at the base that was left outside her pussy and tried pulling it out.

But he couldn’t pull it out.

“Hang on,” he said as he got up, grabbed his phone, and recorded Beth trying to take the dog dildo out of her pussy.

Beth also couldn’t pull it out by the little exposed part, so she had to press her fingers into the sides of her pussy until she got a grip around the knot and pulled hard.

Nothing.

It was stuck

Beth was panicking now, thinking that she’d have to go to the ER or call an ambulance to remove it.

But at last, with an audible “plop,” she was able to pull it free.

Dean laughed and went into her bathroom for a minute to remove a birth control pill.

He then got back into bed and sat on her face after telling her to lick his asshole while she dragged the sopping wet dildo all over her body as he told her how the boys had decided to divide up the week.

She’d entertain all 3 of them on Monday and Friday.

Dean would be alone on Tuesday.

Brody had Wednesday, and Eddie had her all to himself on Thursday.

Beth, playing the part of Fuck-Toy perfectly, thanked him for letting her know and then begged him to let her suck his cock before he left or to at least piss on her.

Unfortunately for Beth, her asking him made Dean notice that he did have to take a piss and let her lead him by his cock into the shower, where she kneeled and opened her mouth.

Dean loved the way her white dress looked around her tits when he soaked it with his piss.

Wednesday: Blackmail Day 12

She got a text at 9:30 AM from Brody’s number saying, “20 minutes. Wear mom clothes”.

“Mom’s clothes”? What does that even mean?” Beth said out loud.

She went to her closet and put on a long summer dress with a floral pattern that she wore to her nephew's 1st birthday party last month.

It was sleeveless and had buttons on the front that went down to her waist.

Sandals?

“Maybe a floppy sun hat too?” she wondered in frustration. “Brody has always been so fucking quiet! I have no idea what he's asking for! Definitely no underwear. He complained about that last time, and g-strings aren’t mom clothes. Fuck, does he have a mommy fetish?”

Taking a chance that he might, Beth grabbed an old breastfeeding bra that she saved as a joke from when Patrick was a baby.

If he has a fetish, he’ll be happy, and if he doesn’t, maybe he won't even know what kind of bra it was.

Brody did, in fact, have a mother fetish.

Big time.

After taking her to Patrick’s room, he got naked but told her to keep her clothes on.

He told her to call herself his mommy and pretend he was her son.

He knew exactly what kind of bra she was wearing, and he exposed both her nipples as soon as she unbuttoned the front of her dress for him.

Brody wanted to be held by her like he was her baby as he suckled her breasts while she held and gently squeezed his cock.

They did this for over an hour as he came twice from her hand, and now all had cum all over his stomach.

Brody had Beth clean him with a wet towel and then, just before he left, a blowjob.

Beth dropped to her knees and said over and over things like “how big my boy has gotten” and “fill mommy’s mouth” as she licked and sucked him off.

After he left, just before noon, Beth just sat on Patrick’s bed and shook her head.

“That was weird but quick. Brody didn’t take any pictures either. Probably too embarrassed? And I’m not in pain anywhere, so….I’ll take it,” she thought to herself.

She wondered if it would be different like that with Eddie tomorrow, too.

Thursday: Blackmail Day 13

It was not different with Eddie in any way.

He was the same vicious and brutal sadist he had always been with Beth.



She got his text at 10:00 AM, and it said, “20 minutes. naked”

Beth had learned by now not to stray from Eddie's instructions, so she greeted him at the door, completely naked, as he had told her to.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” he ordered.

After doing so, Beth heard the clinking sound of metal and felt something close around both of her wrists.

Handcuffs!

Eddie had handcuffed her!

She wanted to yell out, but she knew better and just stayed silent while she tested the strength of the cuffs.

They were real.

He spun her around and slapped her face.

And then slapped her again.

And then again until Beth was crying, but too afraid to speak.

“Those cuffs are padded. I didn’t want you to have to explain why your wrists were so bruised. Aren’t you going to thank me?” he asked her.

“Thank….” she started to say just as Eddie punched her hard in her stomach.

It caused Beth to bend at the waist, and she was struggling to breathe from the blow.

He made her stand straight by pulling her up by her hair and then punched her right breast, marveling at how his whole fist sank into her tit-flesh.

Eddie pushed Beth up against the balusters of the stairs, took out a strip of fabric from his pocket, wrapped it around her throat, and tied her to the handrail.

Beth was begging him to let her go, to stop punching her.

“But I love punching you. So soft. My fist just sinks in,” he said as he punched Beth’s other breast.

And then he punched her stomach multiple times.

Eddie saw several family photos on top of a table down the hall, and he placed them all on the floor between her spread legs.

“Piss on them. Piss on the pictures, you fucking cunt,” Eddie told her.

Beth was crying now for a whole new reason as she was trying to make herself piss while quietly begging Eddie not to make her do this.

He put his forehead on hers and said nothing as he looked her in the eyes and waited.

It took a minute, but then he heard the sound of her piss splattering over her family photos and all over the floor.

Moving her blonde hair away from her face, he asked her where the dildo was that Dean told him about.

Beth could barely breathe, but she managed to tell him where the box was in her closet.

When Eddie went upstairs to get it, he first went to Patrick’s room to look at the picture of Emily that Patrick had next to his bed.

“Fuck, she’s cute. Fucking bitch,” he thought as he took a picture of her picture with his phone.

Eddie found the dildo that Dean told him about, but then started laughing when he saw the one under it.

“Holy shit! Perfect!” he said as he took them both and went back downstairs to Beth.

“Well, you fucking cunt bag. I found the dildo, but I also found this!” he said as he pushed the head of the 11-inch long horse cock dildo up over her stomach, between her tits, and then hit her in the chin with it.

“You like fucking this, you fucking whore?” he kept asking as she tried to move her head away to keep him from banging her chin.

“Yes,” Beth said, knowing what usually happens when she says “no.”

Eddie tried pushing the head of the horse dildo into her pussy, but the semi-flared head was too big, and he couldn’t get it in her at all.

She kept begging him to use lube or petroleum jelly or anything to ease what she knew would be incredibly painful once he got that thing into her.

He dropped the horse one onto the piss-covered floor, and after a few hard shoves, he forced the dog one up her pussy as he was sucking on her round tits.

He took his hand off the dildo for a second and then kneed her between her legs, jamming the whole thing, including the knot, into her pussy.

Beth started screaming in both fear and pain.

Eddie started to wildly punch her in her tits and stomach until Beth was too weak to stand.

As her knees got weak and started to bend, she began to strangle herself against the fabric tied around her throat.

Beth felt the fabric go tight around her neck, and she started to panic when she could no longer breathe and started to pass out.

Grabbing her by her breasts, Eddie used them to lift her back up on her feet.

“Well whore, time to get fucked,” he told her as he untied the fabric from around her neck.

Eddie kept her in handcuffs and made her walk up the stairs to her bedroom with the dildo still lodged in her pussy all the while slapping her ass with the horse cock dildo.

When they got to her bed, Eddie gave her a hard shove forward, and she fell on her face with her hands still handcuffed behind her back and the dog dildo still in her pussy.

He poured lube all over the head of the horse cock and pressed it into her asshole.

It took a while, but eventually, Eddie got the first four or five inches into her shitter.

But Eddie didn’t stop fucking her ass with the dildo until he had all but the last inch inside her.

Then he stepped back off the bed and took off his clothes while looking at Beth writhing around on the bed.

Beth was in absolute agony.

From the beating of her breasts and stomach to feeling like both her ass and pussy were going to rip wide open, she was losing her mind.

Because her hands were still cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t even move off her belly and just had to stay still and endure whatever else Eddie wanted to do to her.

When he rolled her over onto her back with her head at the edge of the bed, she screamed out loud, feeling like her shoulders were being dislocated as she lay on her arms.

When he straddled her face and told her to lick his asshole clean, Beth was terrified that he was going to shit in her mouth again.

He didn’t.

After a while, he moved back and then put his cock in her mouth.

Eddie was aggressively rubbing her breasts as he started to fuck her mouth while both dildos were still inside her, and didn’t stop until he came down her throat many minutes later.

Eddie uncuffed her and then used his phone to record her removing both dildos.

First was the long, horse cock-shaped one in her ass.

Beth stayed on her side as she reached behind her ass and pulled it out inch by inch.

After each pull, she had to let go of it and then reposition her hand up closer to her ass before pulling more of it out again.

Her hands kept sliding down the shaft of the dildo from the lube and slimy streaks of her shit.

Finally, the last 4 inches popped out all at once.

For the dog-shaped one, she rolled over on her back and spread her legs in the middle of her bed.

After digging her fingers into either side of her pussy she got a firm grip on the knot and pulled.

Eddie had a fantastic shot of sweat running down her face as she was moaning and gyrating her hips as she tried to work the dildo out of her pussy.

He zoomed in as the knot stretched her pussy lips wide before quickly shooting out onto the bed.

Eddie left her to recover as he went downstairs to look for something to eat.

Beth lay still for a while and then slowly walked into the bathroom to look at herself in the full-length mirror.

She had a slight red mark around her throat, her stomach and breasts were red from Eddie’s punches, and each of her wrists had a red ring around them despite the padding on the cuffs, but she didn’t think any of the marks would last long.

Eddie was eating an apple when he returned. He said that he wasn’t going to fuck her because her pussy and ass were probably “loose as fuck now” and told her to get on her knees and deep-throat him.

It didn’t take too long for him to cum in her mouth for a second time today, and when he was done, he gave both her tits a hard squeeze and left the house with her there still on her knees.



When Eddie was gone, Beth took a long, hot shower, and while she was in there, she washed off both dildos before putting them back in the box.

Holding the horse one, she couldn’t believe so much of it went up her ass, but then the constant stinging pain she felt down there reminded her that it was true.

She wished that she had thrown the horse one away on Sunday.

But she couldn’t, now.

The boys will probably ask for it and punish her if she doesn’t have it.

Her private areas were so sore after Eddie’s abuse that she only wore a robe when she went downstairs.

And as soon as she rounded the corner, she fell to her knees, crying in despair.

She had forgotten that Eddie made her piss all over her family photos.

Crawling over to them on her hands and knees, she picked up each cherished framed photo and shook her urine off of each one.

After getting a soapy towel, she washed them and tried to salvage what she could.

Only four out of twelve were fine.

The glass and the frame protected those photos.

But all the rest she would have to throw away.

Her urine had seeped through any gaps and ruined them.

Beth held the urine-stained 2nd-grade class photo of Patrick against her breasts and cried for an hour.

That night, she wanted to drink heavily again like she did the last time she endured a whole day alone with Eddie, but decided instead to spend as much time with her family as she could.

Also, that night, Bradley met with Emily and her mother and gave them both a tour of his house as they arranged for Emily to babysit Hunter the following night.

Everyone was very encouraged when Hunter never stopped holding Emily’s hand during the tour, so it looked like there wouldn’t be any problems with her watching him.

And Bradley had no problems watching Emily.

Looking at her long blonde hair, blue eyes, tiny nose, and pouty mouth, he constantly imagined what it would be like to get a blowjob from her.

And the conservative clothes that she was wearing couldn’t hide the smoking hot body this little minx possessed.

How a girl so small could have breasts like that was amazing to him.

Emily caught him staring at her a few times, but she just smiled, lowered her eyes, and looked away.

He learned that Emily’s mother and father were divorced, money was tight, and Emily was saving her babysitting money for college.

Bradley lied and said that he didn’t know how late his work party would run, and they all agreed that Emily would spend the night in a spare bedroom next to Hunter’s if he got in very late.



And also, that night, Dean, Eddie, and Brody were drinking on the loading dock in the back of the supermarket, listening to Eddie brag about how badly he destroyed Beth today.

Dean shook his head and said while laughing, “Remember. If you kill her, then we can’t fuck her.”

“Well, maybe not you, but I’d still fuck her,” Eddie replied, not smiling, “but check out this fucking bitch.”

Eddie was showing them both a pic of Emily on his phone.

“I need to rape this cunt. Calling me a creep? Fuck you, you bitch! Let's find her, grab her and rape her in a parking lot somewhere. I don’t give a fuck where, anywhere.”

“I’m not going to jail, so count me out,” said Brody.

“Yeah, dude. She’s like only a teenager. We get caught, we're in deep shit,” cautioned Dean.

“Fuuuuck!” yelled a frustrated Eddie as he threw his empty beer bottle at a nearby dumpster.

“But, wait a minute. Let me think about this,” Dean said, smiling as a few ideas popped into his head.

Friday: Blackmail Day 14, Morning

Beth woke up exhausted.

This was the third night in a row that she had woken up multiple times from nightmares.

In her dreams, she was chased by monsters who wanted to hurt her and rape her body and soul.

It was obvious to her what the source of the nightmares was.

Beth had showered and finished styling her hair before Patrick left for school.

She watched him walk to the bus stop as she looked out her bedroom window.

The bus had driven away, and Beth was still staring out her window, but not looking at anything.

Her mind was racing with thoughts and questions.

She had to end this madness, but how?

Maybe Chris would forgive her if she just told him?

No, he was so righteous about everything.

A betrayal like that he would never forgive.

Maybe she could convince Chris to move away when Patrick went to college.

Oh my god, that’s not for two more years!

Could she just run away by herself? Leave her family behind?

No. She couldn’t do that either.

Holding back tears, she knew that she was at the mercy of those three boys until who knows when.

Beth got a text at 9:30 AM saying, “30 min. Look like a whore. No underwear. Heels. Shitload of makeup and perfume.”

Thirty minutes later, her reflection in the mirror sickened her.

Today’s outfit included a black “shelf” bra.

Beth had never even heard of this type of bra before she ordered it last week.

Nothing was covering her breasts.

The bra basically cupped her breasts from the bottom and lifted them up, so they looked like two perfect huge globes sticking out of her chest.

Her nipples were erect from the cool air in her bedroom.

She was wearing sheer black thigh-highs, a garter belt, and high-heels.

Her long blonde hair was up in a bun with a few long strands spilling out that fell down the sides of her face and back.

She had on a rhinestone choker necklace, large gold hoop earrings, and an ankle bracelet for jewelry.

Fake eyelashes, makeup, and red lipstick completed the whole whore look.

As the doorbell rang, she was spraying herself with perfume.

Their reaction was what she expected.

Total and absolute lust.

But none of the boys even touched her at first.

They all took pictures and videos of her in slutty poses.

Then Beth was told to get on her knees and suck them off while they had her frequently stop to take pictures of their cocks in her mouth at various depths.

Each one also wanted a picture of her face and her red lipstick around the base of their cocks.

They made her stop sucking their dicks before anyone had an orgasm.

Then made her crawl on her hands and knees up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Dean wanted to tit-fuck her while her makeup and hair looked so perfect, and had Brody take pictures using Dean’s phone.

The shelf bra she was wearing kept her breasts up and together even when she was lying down flat, making them look perfect for a tit-fuck

As always, he cruelly pushed and molded her breasts like clay around his cock as he slid back and forth through her cleavage.

Soon, his pre-cum slime was all over her tits and necklace.

When he felt that familiar feeling start to build up in his balls, he moved up, pushed his cock past her bright red lips, and shot his cum into her mouth.

Beth made sure that she swallowed every drop.

Brody just wanted to fuck her missionary style.

Beth guessed that what he did with her when they were alone was something Brody wanted to keep secret from the other two.

She wondered if she could use that to help her get out of the blackmail in any way, but didn’t have any ideas.

As he was pounding away on top of her, Beth looked to her side and saw Eddie just sitting on the small chair at her makeup table, holding a backpack and watching them.

To Beth, this absolutely terrified her.

“What was he planning?” she thought, getting more and more fearful, “What is he going to do to me?”

She started to suck on Brody’s neck to keep herself from looking at Eddie.

After a few sudden gasps, Beth could feel Brody’s cum spurt inside her as he collapsed on top of her with his head between his breasts.

She was trembling in fear as Brody got off her, and she saw Eddie reach into his backpack to pull out some long lengths of nylon rope and some PVC adjustable straps. He tossed some to Dean, and they both moved to either side of the bed.

“You were so nice to buy outfits for us, and we thought we’d buy some stuff for you too. These are going to cuff your wrists to your thighs,” Dean explained.

Beth sat on the mattress in a ball, wrapping her arms around her nylon-clad legs, and looked back and forth in horror between the two boys.

The last time Eddie tied her, she suffered horribly.

“Give me your hand, you stupid fucking cunt,” Eddie told her.

“Me too, Fuck-Toy,” Dean said.

A padded black fake leather cuff went around both wrists, and another cuff went around each of her thighs.

A small metal clip then bound them each together.

Then they tied the ropes to her ankles and spread her legs out wide on the bed.

Eddie kneeled on the bed by her side and showed her what he had in his hand.

It was an O-ring gag.

“See this cunt?” he said to her as he put it in her mouth and then adjusted the strap that went behind her head, “It keeps your mouth open. No matter what.”

Beth’s mouth was held so wide open by the gag that her jaw started to ache immediately.

Eddie started to strip.

Beth’s mouth started to fill up with her spit, and she found that she had to swallow constantly.

Dean reached over and put a clip on her nose that swimmers use to keep water out.

Now, Beth could only breathe through her mouth.

Eddie got into bed and knelt with his knees on either side of her shoulders.

His erect 9-inch cock and hairy balls were hanging over her breasts.

His asshole was right over her mouth.

Beth’s legs started shaking from hysteria as her eyes darted back and forth between Dean and Brody, silently pleading for them to save her.

“Do you remember what happened the last time my asshole was over your mouth, you fucking cunt?” Eddie asked her as he started squeezing her tits. “Oh yeah. Can’t talk. Moan once for yes and twice for no.”

Beth loudly moaned once.

“Think about that happening today with your mouth forced open like that, you shit eating slut,” he said as he lowered his asshole, so it was right over the “O”.

Beth was so out of her mind in terror at what she thought he was planning to do that she suffered an intense panic attack and lost control of her bladder, sending a stream of yellow piss over the end of the bed and onto the floor.

“Holy shit! Look at that!” cried Dean.

Eddie kept squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples like he was going to pull them off her chest.

“Here’s a preview,” he said as he farted directly into her open mouth.

Beth screamed incoherently as her whole body started thrashing beneath him in a vain attempt to get him off her.

But the ropes, straps, and Eddie’s body weight kept her in place.

Dean looked over at Brody to make sure that he was recording all of this, and Brody gave him the thumbs-up sign.

The sight he was recording was perfect.

An absolutely beautiful 33-year-old woman was tied up in her own bed at the absolute mercy of three young and extremely deviant young men.



“And there are three of us today. Imagine three guys! Each one taking a shit into your mouth. You’re going to have to eat it to breathe, too. But you probably fucking want to do that, right? This is going to be interesting,” Eddie continued as he let loose another fart into her mouth.

Beth didn’t react or even move after he did that.

They were wondering if she had passed out.

“Or,” Dean interjected, “You do something for us, and none of that happens. A small effort on your part to show how much you want to make us happy. What do you think about that Fuck-Toy? Want to do us a favor and avoid being a shit toilet today?”

Beth moaned once as loudly as she could while buried under Eddie's ass.

“Sounds like a yes,” Dean said.

Eddie got off her face and untied her ankles before positioning himself between her legs.

“Anyone mind if I fuck this cunt while we tell her what she needs to do?” asked Eddie, and without waiting for an answer, he started ramming his hard cock into her pussy.

While Eddie was fucking her, Dean took removed her O-ring gag and nose clip.

“Anything! Please, I’ll do anything. Anything! Please!” Beth begged while desperately trying to look at Dean around Eddie’s head.

“Small thing, really. We all want to gangbang Emily, Patrick’s girlfriend, and you’re going to make that happen. Sound good?” Dean said while smiling.

“Yes! Anything. Anything you want!” Beth said, not fully understanding or even caring about what they were asking her to do at the moment.

“We want you to get her to stay overnight at your house. Then give her a drug that will make her sleep. Then text us when she's ready to get fucked.” Dean told her.

“I can’t..” Beth started to say before Eddie slapped her hard across the face.

“You say “can’t” again, and I’m going to lose my fucking mind!” Eddie screamed into her face as he dug his fingers into her breasts and started fucking her harder.

“Arrgghhhh! How?! What drug?!” she asked.

“How is up to you. I’ll give you something to put into her food or drink that will knock her out for several hours. I guess you could give it to her in the morning, but it’s going to be tough to explain to her why she slept all day. Do it at night before she falls asleep, and she’ll never know.” Dean continued. “You see, you’re our cover. Our alibi. When she wakes up and wonders what the fuck happened to her, you’re going to make it all better.”

Before Beth could say anything else, Eddie groaned, and she could feel his cum flooding into her pussy.

Eddie got off her and kneeled between her spread legs.

He was watching her pussy and waiting for his cum to drip out of her.

“You have two weeks to make it happen. After that…” Dean said while holding the O-ring gag in front of her face.

“That only gives me two weekends. Please, I need more…ARRGGHH,” Beth began, but then screamed after Eddie punched her in her pussy.

“Keep my cum in your snatch, you fucking whore!” he yelled at her as he ground his fist against her.

Beth tried moving her arms to protect herself, but they were still bound to her thighs, so she just had to lie there and endure whatever was done to her.

“Jesus, Eddie!” Dean laughed. “Yeah. Weekends are our best bet with this. And you’ve got to get your dear husband out of town, too. So we’ll give you the next three weekends, and if by then we haven’t all fucked Emily……. then you’re our shit-toilet. Now, Eddie, help me flip this bitch over so I can fuck her ass.”

Dean fucked her ass while Beth was face down on her bed and unable to move.

Then Brody ass fucked her.

And then Eddie.

As they were getting dressed and about to leave, she was still face down on the bed where they had left her with their cum leaking out of her asshole.

“You can’t leave me like this,” Beth pleaded.

“We can. We should. That would be funny. Imagine Patrick’s reaction if he found you like this,” Dean said.

“I wonder if he’d fuck her,” joked Eddie.

Brody walked over to her and started to rub her naked ass and said, “Maybe. Some guys would love to fuck their own mom.”

Beth stayed silent, fearing where this discussion about Patrick was going and praying that it would stop.

Luckily, it did, and soon Beth was untied and being led into the bathroom shower.

She knew what they liked to do, so she silently got down on her knees and opened her mouth.

The three of them took turns urinating on her.

All over her face, in her mouth, over her breasts.

Dean had her move her head forward so he could press his cock into the fancy bun she had shaped her hair into and pissed into it until his warm urine ran down her face.

As she knelt in the shower, with her whole body dripping in piss, she rubbed her sore wrists while listening to Dean.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy. Good job today. Get going on setting Emily up for us,” Dean placed on the sink two paper packets containing something.

Beth had no idea what.

“This is what you’re going to need to knock out Emily and probably Patrick, too, if they are both together. It’s a powder. Put it in their food or drink. It has no taste, so she won’t notice it. When that happens, you text me right away. She'll be unconscious or totally fucked up in about 20 or 30 minutes. It will last for several hours. Understand me Fuck-Toy?” Dean asked her.

“Yes,” was Beth’s only reply.

And then all three boys left.



Friday: Blackmail Day 14, 6:00 PM - Interlude: Emily the Molested Babysitter #1

Bradley opened the door to his house and welcomed Emily in as Hunter ran forward and hugged her.

Emily was wearing tight, stretchy yoga pants and an oversized tee-shirt that hid most of her adorable tits.

“Well, that sucks!” thought Bradley.

He was hoping to get a better look at her sweet little body.

“But like Emily, the night is still young,” thought Bradley with a smile.

Bradley still had to get ready for the party, so he took a shower while Hunter showed Emily the things in his room. Just knowing that he was naked while that petite teenager was in the next room gave him a hard-on. He stroked his 7-inch cock a few times, thinking of when she was wearing a bikini last week.

When he was out of the shower and finished shaving, he heard the two of them start to walk down the hallway to go downstairs.

Bradley quickly wrapped a small towel around his waist and walked to his bedroom, making sure to pass Emily in the hall.

Her eyes went wide as she couldn’t miss seeing the tent his erection was making under the small towel as she passed him.

Emily was so short that the top of her shoulder was just at the bottom of Bradley’s sternum as she passed him.

Since the hallway was narrow, he put his back to the wall and said, “excuse me,” as he moved to the side while making sure that his hard cock brushed up against her arm as she passed by.

As soon as she touched him, he secretly flicked open the knot at his hip that tied the towel together, making it fall off him.

Emily immediately said sorry, thinking it was her fault, and instinctively tried to catch it before it hit the ground.

She did catch it, but as she did, she also lowered her face enough so that her cheek bumped into Bradley's hard cock.

Emily stood up, handed Bradley back his towel, and said sorry again, her face red with embarrassment.

Bradley noticed that she didn’t run away and that she looked like she was waiting for him to yell at her.

He slowly took the towel from her and only half covered his groin.

Reaching out, he touched her shoulder with his hand, noticing that she winced.

“Did she think I was going to hit her?” Bradley wondered.

“This keeps getting better!” he thought.

Bradley said that it was ok and that accidents happen.

As Emily and Hunter continued back towards the stairs, Bradley stood there looking at Emily’s cute little ass and blonde ponytail swaying back and forth as she walked.

“This is all fucking perfect!” he thought.

When Emily got to the top of the stairs, she looked back and gave Bradley a nervous smile, hoping that he wasn’t mad at her for being so clumsy.

She also couldn’t get the image of his penis out of her mind.

Does Patrick’s penis get that long and hard, too?

Is every penis that big?

Patrick always says that his penis is hard and hurts because of her and that she needs to touch it to make him feel better.

But why was Bradley’s so big?

Was it because of her, too?

The thought of an older man like Bradley noticing her at all filled her with excitement.

When Bradley was dressed, he came downstairs and asked Emily, “How do I look?”

She blushed, only thinking about how his penis looked, but managed to smile and say, “Looks good, Mr. Adams.”

“Thank you, Emily. Your opinion means a lot to me,” Bradley lied, purposely trying to falsely show her how much he valued her.

Just from the few times they had met and from speaking to her mom, Bradley knew that Emily missed her dad, who never sees or calls her, and was probably starving for fatherly approval in her life.

The quicker she could see him as a father figure, the faster Bradley could start to exploit her daddy issues and have some fun.

Bradley thought that how she reacted in the hallway and blamed herself was very promising for him.

“Ok, I should be home by 1:00 AM or maybe 2:00 AM. We went over everything for tonight. You have my cell if you need me, but I know you can handle anything that comes up, Emily,” Bradley said as he rubbed Hunter’s hair.

Figuring what the hell, Bradley hugged Emily goodbye and loved how her breasts felt squished against his stomach.

Then he kissed Hunter on the head and left.

Bradley left the party early and was home by 11:30 PM.

Emily was watching TV and came out to the kitchen when she heard him come in.

Bradley had a hard time keeping himself from jumping on her as soon as he saw her.

Her hair was no longer in a ponytail and fell down over her shoulders and halfway down her back.

She had changed into her pajamas, which was really just a long T-shirt with a sparkly unicorn on the front that barely went down to the top of her thighs.

Her breasts were big enough to keep her hair away from her chest and to lift the front of the T-shirt up to show the pink panties that she was wearing.

Pink panties that were just above the good-sized thigh gap between her thin legs.

Pink panties that were just sheer and tight enough to faintly show the little vertical slit of her pussy.

Bradley was totally sober but acted very drunk and tired.

He faked losing his balance and used her shoulder and then her hip for support as they walked up the stairs while his hand massaged every part of her body that he touched.

They talked about how it went with Hunter as they walked up to his room and checked on him.

Bradley told her that he was too drunk to drive her home and that she should go back to watching TV while he changed his clothes.

Emily was not a fan of the effects of drinking.

Her mother would sometimes go out at night with some girlfriends and come home drunk and often verbally abuse her.

Sometimes she would say hurtful things to Emily, like that she was the reason her father abandoned them and would occasionally slap her for no reason.

If her mom remembered doing any of that the next day, she’d apologize, but most times, she had no memory of doing it.

Emily remembered every time, though.



But Mr. Adams seemed very nice and complimentary despite being drunk.

She felt safe with him and thought that he wouldn’t hurt her.

When he came back downstairs, Emily was sitting in one corner of the couch, watching her movie.

Bradley pretended to drunkenly sit down right next to her.

What he had changed into was only a bathrobe and a pair of crazy-colored socks.

Emily had no idea that under the bathrobe, he was naked.

Bradley put his feet up on the table in front of them, and they started talking about his socks.

Emily playfully put her bare feet next to his.

They were tiny in comparison.

Bradley didn’t have a foot fetish, but he would have loved to rub his cock all over her toes.

His thin robe did little to hide the raging hard-on he had from sitting this close to her, and Emily couldn’t help but notice the bulge as well.

Bradley leaned his head back and pretended to fall asleep while occasionally saying things like, “I missed you, baby,” “Why did you leave me?”, “I would never have left you.”

Emily knew that Bradley was divorced, and she thought he was probably just talking to his ex-wife in his sleep.

But what he was saying also pained her because it was exactly what she longed for her father to tell her, too.

Which was Bradley’s plan.

“This is it,” Bradley thought, “Now or never,” and he slid his left hand across his lap and onto her right thigh.

Emily was shocked for two reasons.

First was how Bradley’s hand was suddenly on her thigh with his fingers almost touching her panty-covered vagina.

And second was because when his hand moved across his lap, it pulled his bathrobe open to reveal his large and erect penis.

The innocent little babysitter didn’t know what to do.

Should she wake him?

She had to wake him!

So she put both her hands on his hand that was holding her thigh and shook it while calling out, “Mr. Adams! You need to wake up. Mr. Adams.”

Bradley made it seem like she was moving his hand and slid it up higher so that the side of his hand was pressed against her pussy.

“Baby, you feel so good. I missed you, baby,” he told her repeatedly.

The more she shook his hand, the more he rubbed his pinky against her slit until he was able to slip it under her panties and sink it in between her pussy lips.

Emily stopped when she realized where his fingers were going.

And blaming herself for it, too.

But it felt good.

She let Patrick rub her there once, and she felt something similar, but she was wearing pants then and didn’t feel much.

Now the finger rub was under her panties, and it felt so much better.

Bradley rolled over closer to her and kissed the exposed skin on her shoulder and neck while saying that he missed her, all the while continuing to rub her pussy and working her panties to the side to get better access.

When Emily didn’t try to move away, he reached out with his free hand, took one of her hands off his, and moved it on top of his cock.

He let go of her hand and waited to see what she would do.

Emily couldn’t believe what was happening and couldn’t understand why she wasn’t screaming and fighting to get him away from her.

Screaming and fighting back wouldn’t have been a problem if this were Patrick.

But having an older man give her such attention and telling her that he missed her felt so right to her.

Having a father figure give her affection of any kind was something that she had been longing for in her dreams for years.

And he was calling her “baby.”

She thought that her father used to call her “baby.”

Or maybe that was something that she invented in her mind.

Hearing him say that melted her resolve to stop him and melted her heart.

She also felt like he’d be disappointed in her if she stopped him.

That he wouldn’t want her anymore.

That she’d be the reason he'd send her home to her mother.

For some reason that she didn’t understand, she didn’t want that to happen at all.

So she wrapped her small hand around his hard penis and squeezed gently, foolishly thinking that she would use it to get him to wake up and stop what he was doing without making him mad.

Thrilled by his success, Bradley kept kissing her neck and moved his hand up under her T-shirt.

Then he wrapped his hand around what he had been obsessing about all this week: the unusually large and round tits of a beautiful teenage girl.

He was in heaven.

Her breasts were young, solid, and firm, and her nipples almost immediately hardened up like two tiny diamonds.

Bradley heard her gasp when he gently squeezed her nipples and then moan when his other fingers made their way fully past her panties and slid into her pussy.

When he started rubbing her little clit, Emily responded by squeezing the cock in her hand harder and instinctively stroking it up and down.

“Baby, you feel so good. You are so good. I missed you, baby. I love when you touch my dick like that,” Bradley said to her as he pushed her shirt up to her neck and then started sucking on her tits while his fingers began to get slick with her juices.

Moving quickly, Bradley slid her panties down her legs.

At that, Emily came alive and started to really struggle and to push his hands away, and Bradley knew that he had to make a move.

So with both his hands under her armpits, he lifted her 75lb body off the couch and placed her facing him while sitting on his lap.

Her naked pussy was now directly on top of the underside of his exposed dick.

Holding her hips, he slid Emily’s petite body back and forth so that her pussy slid along all 7 inches of his cock from the base right to the tip.

And Bradley’s mouth was constantly sucking on her tits.

Emily froze in fear, knowing that things had suddenly gone WAY too far.

She blamed herself but didn’t know how to stop him.

It felt so good when his mouth touched her breasts, and his fingers entered her vagina.

But now his penis was too close!

She was a virgin.

She could get pregnant.

Every time he moved her body all the way forward, she could feel the tip of his penis dip deeper into her vagina before popping out.

And it felt so good.

She was feeling something, something welling up in her stomach and her chest.

Nausea?

Was she going to be sick?

No.

It felt good.

Really good!

Bradley pressed her body down harder on his penis, and the feeling kept growing, but now it felt like she was at the top of a roller coaster.

Then Bradley bent her hips as he slid her back and forth while grinding her clit against the entire underside of his penis, and Emily screamed out, “OH MY GOD! Arrrrrrhhhhhhh!” as the little blonde had her first ever orgasm, which caused her to collapse on top of him.

Bradley was ecstatic with how things were going, but he wasn’t anywhere near done with her.

First, he moved his hands from her hips and ass up her back and then grabbed her shoulders.

Then he shifted his hips so that his cock-head was entirely under the opening of her pussy.

In one savage motion, he pulled down on her shoulders as he lifted his hips and shoved the entire length of his cock into her virgin pussy.

Emily’s mouth opened as wide as it could go as she felt a stabbing pain as his cock tore apart her hymen, but since she was still in the middle of experiencing the intense pleasure of her first orgasm, the pain passed quickly.

Bradley fucked his cock into her pussy several times before she even realized what was going on.

That she was having sex.

When she did, she started crying and yelled out, “No!”

That was when Bradley held her face and started kissing her on her lips.

“Oh, baby, you’re making Daddy so happy. I love you, baby. I missed you so much,” he told her.

Hearing him call himself her daddy and that he loved and missed her was all Emily needed to hear.

She calmed right down and actually started rocking her hips in the direction that Bradley was moving them as he pressed her clit against his pubic bone, trying to make her cum again.

With his middle finger, Bradley started to rub her asshole and gradually push it into her up past his second knuckle while his mouth never stopped sucking on her tits.

Emily’s mind and body were overcome with a mix of both pleasure and pain and the absolute joy of losing herself in a warped fantasy about her absent father.

“Daddy, yes! Yes, Daddy!” the little blonde yelled as she orgasmed a second time.

Not taking his cock out of her pussy or even his middle finger out of her asshole, Bradley stood up and carried the 75lb blonde teen up the stairs and into his bedroom.

After laying her gently down on her back, he started to fuck her with long and slow strokes while enjoying the tightness and the heat of her recently broken virgin hole.

Bradley kissed her constantly and kept calling her his “perfect girl” repeatedly as he quickened his pace and began thrusting himself inside her harder and faster.

He could barely suck on or even kiss her breasts since she was so short, they were too far down and away from his mouth.

He could only feel her tiny, hard nipples pressing into the top of his upper stomach when his body covered hers.

Soon, he was literally lunging himself on top of her.

Spearing her over and over again with his hard cock.

He was amazed that her tiny body could open up enough to take him all in.

At this point, Emily gave up all thoughts of resisting Bradley in any way and just wrapped her arms and legs around her “daddy” and hugged him like she would never let him go.

She was crying and moaning in both pain and pleasure.

Every time Bradley slammed himself into her, the weight of his body on top of her knocked the breath right out of her.

He was actually hurting her pussy terribly now, but she didn’t care as she felt another orgasm start to build up inside her.

Emily didn’t care about anything that he did to her.

All she cared about was that her “daddy” was with her, and she never wanted this moment to end.

They were both covered in sweat as Bradley pounded the little blonde teen girl like he was trying to break his bed by fucking her so hard.

Eventually, though, he felt himself getting close to finishing, and after a last savage plunge into her, he flooded her pussy with his cum like a firehose.

Collapsing on top of her, he kept telling her over and over again that he loved her.

The side of her head was pressed tight against Bradley’s chest, and she could hear his heart beating wildly.

Emily hugged him tight and said, “I love you, too, Daddy.”

Bradley rolled off her but kept her tight in his arms while cradling her in a spoon position.

Even sliding his spent cock out of her tight hole felt wonderful.

He needed to maintain the illusion that he was drunk, so he couldn’t ask her any direct questions as he continued to kiss her and tell her how proud he was of her.

He could see streaks of Emily’s virgin blood on his cock as he positioned it between the firm cheeks of her ass, and was wondering how best to proceed with her.

When she snuggled in close to him, held his arms against her, and wasn’t trying to run away to go home, he figured that he was in a relatively safe zone emotionally with her.

They rested quietly for a while until Bradley felt his cock start to harden again.

He started kissing her shoulders and then moved lower down her back until he kissed her hips and finally her ass.

Rolling Emily over onto her back, he got between her spread legs and started to gently kiss her lower belly and move his mouth all around the outer area of her pussy and inner thighs.

She only had a sparse baby soft patch of blonde pubic hair, and he playfully moved his nose through it.

Emily’s pussy lips were red but had already closed together despite all the relentless pounding it had just endured.

Bradley saw a slight drip of her blood and his cum coming out of the bottom of her slit and running down to cover her tiny asshole.

He used that slime as a lubricant and slid his middle finger all the way back up into her ass.

He wasn’t going to put his mouth near that mess coming out of her pussy, but there was something else he could do.

After pressing his mouth at the very top of her slit, he found the hard little nub of her clit and gave it a lick.

At first, she was scared because her vagina was still sore from earlier, but then Emily gasped and started moaning from all the wonderful feelings he was giving her.

His finger in her ass felt weird, but since he had done that earlier, she just thought it was how people made love and accepted it.

She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, if anything, so she just shut her eyes and didn’t move.

But when his other hand slid up her stomach and started squeezing her breasts, she instinctively spread her legs out wider and tightly grasped the blanket under her as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm begin to build.

Emily cried out as she came and kept crying out for several minutes as Bradley never stopped licking her clit.

When he finally stopped and started moving his body forward on top of her, she expected that they would have sex again, but Bradley surprised her by sitting on her stomach and pressing her breasts around his penis.

Emily had no idea what he was doing.

After giving Emily 3 or 4 orgasms, Bradley thought it was time to give himself another one as well.

He was torn about how to do it, though.

Fucking her ass would be awesome, but he didn’t want to press his astounding good luck so far by really hurting her.

Fucking her pussy again was a definite option, but he wanted to enjoy as many different things with her as he could if this was a one-time deal, so he opted for the tit-fuck and blow-job option.

Her tits weren’t really exceptionally large.

They just looked like they were because she was so petite and skinny.

They were still plenty big enough to push them together and make his cock feel good, though.

Once her tits were covered in his pre-cum he moved forward and pressed his hard cock on top of her face, and lay down on her.

Literally on her face.

His balls were under her chin, and the head of his cock was over the top of her forehead.

Bradley started to slowly rock his hips back and forth so that his cock slid over Emily’s face, rubbing over her eyes and against her nose until her whole face was covered in his pre-cum.

Sitting up, he took a fist full of her blonde hair and wrapped it tight around his dick a few times like he was fucking her hair before letting it fall back on the bed.

“Open your mouth, baby. Daddy loves this. Suck my dick,” Bradley said to her as he pushed his cock past her lips and started to fuck her mouth.

Bradley lay back down on top of her face, and at first, he fed her just enough of his cock to keep her from choking.

Then he started to force more of his cock into her until he hit her throat.

Once he heard her start to gag and felt her body start to buck underneath him, he pulled out and started tit-fucking her again.

Then he fucked her mouth again and let her gag a little longer before stopping.

“Touch my balls, baby. Gently hold them. You’re so good, baby. I’m almost there,” he told her.

Poor little Emily had no idea what was going on or what she needed to do for him.

His penis was so far back in her mouth that sometimes she couldn’t breathe, and it was making her gag.

But the way he was on top of her, she couldn’t move in any way other than to pound her fists against his butt and just had to take it.

When Bradley told her to hold his balls, she was able to get both her arms between his legs and cupped them in her hands.

Emily had never touched a man’s balls before and hoped she was doing what he wanted her to do.

Then all of a sudden, just as she started gagging again, her mouth was full of a horrible-tasting fluid!

When Bradley felt her cool hands touch his warm balls while his cock was so deep in her mouth that she was gagging and thrashing around under him, he lost it and flooded her mouth with his cum.

“Swallow it, baby. Every drop. You are amazing. Oh god, I love you!” he told her.

When he was done, he sat down on her tits and let his cock drip cum over her face while he caught his breath.

Then they curled up together again as Bradley kissed the top of her head and gently ran his hands all over her body while Emily pressed her face into his chest until they both fell asleep.



Emily woke up a few hours later and quietly got out of bed without waking up Mr. Adams.

She went downstairs to the couch and put her T-shirt and panties back on before getting into bed in the guest bedroom next to Hunter’s.

As she lay down under the blanket, she wondered how tomorrow would be.

Her vagina was so sore; she couldn’t even touch it.

Would Mr. Adams remember what had happened, or would he forget everything he said and did the next day, like her mother did?

If he remembered, would he blame her?

She knew he would. How could he not?

She blamed herself for what happened.

He was drunk and didn’t know any better.

He thought she was his ex-wife.

She should have stopped him.

But for a brief few hours, she felt like her daddy loved and missed her.

She had never felt that way before and liked it.

The last thing the confused young teen thought of before she fell asleep was that she would do anything to keep Mr. Adams from being mad at her.

When Bradley woke and found that Emily had left his bed in the middle of the night, he felt a crushing wave of anxiety about what would happen this morning.

What was he going to say to her?

What was she going to tell her mom?

The police?

“Shit!” he thought.

Then he heard her soft voice in the hallway talking to Hunter, and his mind eased a little.

She was still in babysitter mode and not rape victim mode, which was a good sign.

When Bradley went downstairs and met her in the kitchen, they engaged in small talk, and she told him what Hunter had been doing this morning.

Rubbing his head, Bradley asked her some questions to figure out what she was thinking regarding what had happened, “Emily, I was very drunk last night, and I had some wild and awesome dreams that felt very real. Was I…. inappropriate with you in any way last night? Rude or anything? Do I need to apologize to you for anything? I remember putting my keys on the table, but that’s about it.”

When she heard Mr. Adams ask her those questions, Emily was overcome with a feeling of relief.

“Awesome?” she thought, feeling very pleased with herself.

She had expected the worst with him yelling at her, and now it was like she had been given a gift.

After she paused and thought for a minute, she answered, “No. You were fine. We checked on Hunter when you got home, and then you went to bed.”

Now it was Bradley’s turn to feel relieved.

He had raped his son’s teenage babysitter multiple times last night, and she wasn’t going to say anything about it.

An hour later, when her mom came to pick her up, Bradley handed Emily an envelope with double the amount of money that they agreed upon for the job.

Bradley said that it was because he felt bad that she had to stay the night because of his drinking, and also because she did such a great job with Hunter.

But what he wanted to say was that it was because she was such a good fuck.

When he hugged her goodbye, he made sure to press her breasts into his chest and said that she could babysit for him again if she wanted to.

Emily said, with a smile, that she would love that, and then she left.

Bradley watched her cute butt as she walked down his driveway and thought, “Definitely going to break that ass next time!”

Saturday: Blackmail Day 15

Beth sat at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee and watching her darling son finish his breakfast.

She couldn’t believe the terrible thing that she had to do to Patrick’s girlfriend to avoid an even more horrible fate for herself.

“So, how are you and Emily getting along?” she asked him.

“Great! She was supposed to come over today, but she said she wasn’t feeling very well. She stayed overnight babysitting for Mr. Adams and was really tired,” Patrick responded.

“Hunter probably kept her really busy,” Beth added.

“Probably. So I’m going to Matt’s today. I’m going to be staying overnight too. See you tomorrow. Love you, Mom,” Patrick said as he ran out of the house.

After hearing his name, Beth sighed and thought she would also like to have an overnight stay with Matt.

Instead, she spent the day cleaning the house, doing laundry and running errands before going out to dinner with her husband, Chris.

Chris was going to take her to a very expensive restaurant to celebrate some big news he wanted to tell her.

Before they went upstairs to change for the night out, Chris poured himself a drink and commented to Beth that the liquor cabinet looked surprisingly empty and that she should stock it up when she had the chance.

Beth knew why it was empty.

Every time Dean or Eddie “visited” her, they left with a bottle of something.

She was having a hard time keeping the cabinet stocked.

As Beth was getting ready, she realized that those horrible boys had ruined even the fun of getting dressed up for a fancy evening out.

She used to love how she looked with her hair wrapped up tight on top of her head with a few sexy curls falling down over her face.

Now it just reminded her of getting pissed on.

A sexy bra and matching panties or a garter and stockings?

There was nothing sexy about that to her anymore.

Now she just felt like a whore wearing anything like that.

Makeup, perfume?

Ruined.

Shaving her pussy bare used to be a thrilling and naughty treat for herself, but now it was a blackmail requirement.

They even had her make an appointment this week at a laser hair removal clinic.

They demanded that she have a “bald pussy”.

And now, just wearing a revealing dress only filled her with dread, expecting to be sexually assaulted at any time.

But Chris was expecting her to dress fancy tonight.

“Why wouldn’t he?” Beth thought.

Going out for dinner was the only time that he showed any interest in how she looked.

Beth didn’t think it was because he was attracted to her, though.

He never showed any interest in her that could be described as lust.

She thought it was more than she was just a shiny toy that he took out to show people how successful he was.

“A toy! There’s that term again. Oh my god! Am I just some type of worthless toy to everyone?” she thought in despair.

Bob Riley, the manager of the supermarket where both Matt and Dean worked, was sitting alone at a table waiting for his date to arrive.

She was already 25 minutes late, and he was starting to get angry, thinking that she had stood him up.

His date was the prettiest woman he had ever asked out, and he planned on sparing no expense to impress her by reserving a table at the most expensive restaurant in town.

But now it looked like he was eating alone or leaving by himself.

That’s when a woman he recognized walked past him on her way toward a table by the windows.

It was Beth Stone.

“She is so damn attractive,” he thought as he watched her large breasts bounce beneath her form-fitting black dress.

Her long blonde hair was pulled up away from her beautiful face.

Her soft eyes, red lips and the smell of her perfume as she passed melted his heart.

Her breasts were large and moved so seductively up and down as she walked.

And how her high-heels made her ass look so full along with the thin line that went up the back of her stockings hardened his cock.

He watched her sit down with someone.

Her husband?

Probably.

Lucky bastard.

The light from the candle at their table was reflecting off her eyes, and to Bob, it made her look even more exotic.

Like a goddess.

He got a text from his date saying “sorry” and that she “changed her mind” about dating him.

Frustrated as hell, Bob paid for his drinks, took one last look at Beth and went home.

Chris’s big news was that he was promoted to VP of South Asian Regional Sales at his company.

By the time they got home, he was drunk, and Beth had to help him get undressed before getting into bed.

Chris was unusually horny that night, probably from the emotional high of the promotion and asked Beth to dress in something sexy for bed.

“Maybe,” he asked, “that red thing you wore once before.”

At that, Beth winced because that was what Eddie had literally ripped off her body two weeks ago.

After telling him that she might have thrown it away, she said that she had something else and put on a sheer white halter top and a matching G-string that she had bought to entertain the boys.

It was sheer enough that her nipples and the slit of her pussy could clearly be seen.

Beth quickly put on heels, out of habit now, made sure her hair still looked great and walked over to the bed to rock her husband’s world.

And….Chris was asleep.

Dead to the world, and she couldn’t wake him.

Not sure if she was relieved or frustrated, Beth went downstairs and got herself a very large and very strong drink.

She finished most of it while she was checking and responding to messages on her phone.

Before going back upstairs, she made another and then lay down in bed next to Chris.

He was snoring.

She looked down at her, what might as well have been naked, body and realized that she looked good.

Really good.

Beth squeezed her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her hardening nipples through the sheer material.

Her hand slid down her flat stomach and cupped her pussy.

The sheer material of the g-string did little to hold back her wetness, and her fingers were quickly soaked as she rubbed herself.

She had never masturbated next to her husband like this before, and it was a wild turn-on.

Beth pulled the g-string away to the side and alternated rubbing her clit and inserting one, then 2, and then three fingers into her pussy.

It felt good to her, but she wanted a little more.

She remembered the dildos she had.

Not the horse one, though.

That was too big.

“Or was it?” she wondered as she swallowed the last of her drink.

The now drunk and horny Beth brought the box with both dildos onto the bed.

The dog one was in her hand, but the horse one fascinated her for some reason.

Did she really take it all up her ass?

She remembered how bad it hurt for days afterward, so yes, she did, but how was it even possible?

She dropped the dog one and picked up the horse.

It wasn’t very thick and was very flexible, but it was as long as her elbow to her wrist.

The head wasn’t large, but it was misshapen and weird-looking.

Beth pressed it against her pussy and rubbed it up and down, coating it with her fluid.

She got the head into her pussy and then pulled it all the way out.

And then back in but deeper.

After getting about 5 inches inside her pussy she held the rest with two hands and started to fuck herself with it.

Beth looked over at Chris.

He was asleep, snoring and looking away from her, so she scooted herself up and sat with her back against the headboard.

Spreading her legs wide, she continued to masturbate with the horse cock shaped dildo until she was sweating and on the verge of a climax.

While the dildo was in her pussy she let go of it, and one hand rubbed her clit while the other squeezed her breasts.

Within seconds, she was screaming out loud from the orgasm she had given herself.

That woke Chris up enough to roll over and move his hand to cup her breasts.

Beth froze in embarrassed fear at his touch, but then relaxed when she saw that his eyes were still closed.

He asked her to do the “special trick,” which was their play phrase for a blowjob.

Beth pulled his pajama bottoms down to expose his cock.

It was barely three or so inches and only half-hard.

She took him in her mouth but also kept the horse dildo in her pussy.

As she worked on his cock with her mouth, she kept masturbating herself with it.

Chris had fallen asleep and started snoring again, but Beth never stopped.

When Chris was full-sized, Beth put his barely 4 ½ inch erection inside her mouth.

She never cared or thought much about the size of his cock until she started flirting with and then experiencing Matt’s monster.

It was like night and day.

Those extra few inches hit sensitive spots that she never knew she had.

Now that she was thinking about Matt again, she suddenly rammed more of the dildo inside her.

She sucked on Chris’s cock harder, and she tried to get more and more horse cock into her pussy.

At ten inches, she bottomed out and felt a stabbing pain as its head bumped into something inside her.

But that sudden pain set off an explosive orgasm that was ten times stronger than the previous one.

She was so far out of her mind in pleasure that she didn’t even notice when Chris came in her mouth.

Beth lifted her head off his cock and rolled around on the bed, thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy, trying to ride the orgasm as long as she possibly could.



After she lay there trying to catch her breath, she was afraid that she would fall asleep before putting the dildos away.

Beth cleaned the one she used and put them both back in the box in her closet.

She also removed her slutty top and panties before getting into bed and passing out.

Sunday: Blackmail Day 16

Beth and Chris were both hungover for most of the morning and barely spoke to each other.

He told Beth that he needed to travel to Asia for several days from this Monday night to the following Tuesday for work.

It was almost ten minutes before she realized how good that news was for what she had to do for the boys.

That gave her two nights this weekend to try to have, no to fucking make, Emily stay over at her house.

But how?

What possible reason could she create to make that happen?

Later in the afternoon, Emily came over to see Patrick, but he wasn’t back from Matt’s house yet, so Beth took the time to make Emily feel as welcome as she possibly could.

Beth hated herself for doing it, but asked Emily what her plans were for next weekend and if she was babysitting or not.

Emily told her that she didn’t have anything planned.

Beth wanted to plant some kind of a seed of an idea in Emily’s mind and mentioned that it was fun having her stay the night a few weeks ago, and suggested that she do it again.

Adding that, she and Patrick had the house to themselves Friday and Saturday night and would love it if she stayed over.

Beth only said “if she would stay over,” though, and not a group of friends like last time.

She wondered if Emily picked up on that or not.

Just then, Patrick got home, and they left Beth in the kitchen to go watch TV.

Once Patrick and Emily were on the couch, though, watching TV wasn’t what they wanted to do.

Much to Patrick’s happy surprise, Emily wanted to make out in a big way.

She had never let him feel her breasts before, but now she let him get his hands under her shirt, and hers were rubbing his cock through his pants.

Patrick didn’t know how to unclasp her bra, so Emily had to do it for him.

Feeling a girl's bare breast in his hands for the first time was breathtaking to him.

The way her hard little nipple kept flicking between his fingers was driving each of them crazy with lust.

She had one of her hands squeezing his dick over his pants, and the other was taking his belt off.

When Beth suddenly called out from the kitchen asking if they wanted anything to eat, they both jumped in surprise and quickly covered themselves, thinking that Patrick’s mom was about to come into the room.

After answering “no” and waiting a few minutes in silence to make sure Beth wasn’t coming into the room, they went back to undressing each other on the couch.

Emily smiled at Patrick and then asked him as she pulled her t-shirt up to reveal one of her breasts, “Are you sure about not wanting anything to eat?”

This made Patrick’s eyes go wide, and then he moved forward to start sucking on her tits.

While he was doing that, Emily got her hands in his pants and took hold of his dick.

Patrick’s cock was smaller than Mr. Adams’, she thought.

But it was more than big enough to fill Emily’s hand and was making her wet while imagining it being inside her like Mr. Adams’ had been.

When Patrick got his hand in Emily’s pants and touched her pussy, Emily winced in pain and told him to stop.

Her pussy was still a little sore from the hymen tearing pounding that it got two nights before.

Patrick didn’t see her wince and just thought she didn’t want to go that far with him.

But he was more than happy with what he was getting and went back to squeezing and sucking on her tits.

Just then, Chris called out from the garage, asking Patrick to come and help him move something.

“Are you kidding me??” Patrick said, “Sorry, I’ll be right back.”

By the time he got back, though, Emily was dressed and talking to his Mom in the kitchen about Mr. Adams.

Shortly after that, Matt and another friend of Patrick’s arrived, and they all spent the day in the pool.

Much to Beth’s disappointment, Chris kept her busy and by his side all day, so Beth never had any time alone with Matt to talk before he went home.

Sunday: Blackmail Day 16: Dean and his Boss

Dean was at work and in a meeting with his boss, Bob Riley, to discuss his yearly performance review.

Mr. Riley had nothing negative to say; in fact, he had nothing but praise for Dean and was very happy with how he had been stepping up lately, asking for more and more responsibilities.

Dawn, the current assistant manager, had given her notice, and Dean wanted her position.

He thought, after getting such a positive review, it was a good time to ask for it.

At that, Bob said that Dean could do the job with more training, but unfortunately, Bob didn’t have enough time to train him before Dawn left.

Plus, a few others who had more experience and had been working here longer also wanted the job.

“Jumping you over them would piss some people off, and I don’t want to deal with that. I’m sorry, Dean, but that’s how things work,” Bob told him as he caught sight of an attractive female customer walking in through the front doors.

“Check out the tits on this one!” he said as he used the security cameras to follow a woman with a bimbo figure in a tight dress around the store.

Bob had just installed an additional camera in the store’s vegetable section.

He was now able to record women holding cucumbers, zucchini, squash and eggplants from two different camera angles, and if he was watching live, he could also zoom in for a better shot.

Dean watched his boss enjoy his voyeuristic fetish when he had an idea that might get him the Assistant Manager position.

And that idea was Beth.

He had to be careful, though.

Mr. Riley was a pervert, but he wasn’t a criminal.

If Dean told him that he was blackmailing Beth, Mr. Riley might go all “white knight” on him and try to save her.

Fire him, too.

No, he had to be creative, and Dean was very creative.

“You know, Mr. Riley, what if I could give you something that would be more than worth all the extra time you’d need to train me properly to take Dawn’s place. And make it worth any hassle you’d get from the others if you promoted me?” Dean said.

Not looking away from the monitor as the bimbo in heels was reaching up to take a container of granola off the top shelf, Bob laughed and said, “What are you talking about, son? You’d have to be offering me a piece of ass like that for me even to consider suffering through that shit show.”

“Funny you should say that,” Dean said as he passed Mr. Riley his phone.

On the screen was a picture of Beth Stone posing in the white tube-top dress she was wearing when Dean had her alone on one of his Tuesdays.

Her blonde hair was practically glowing in the light of the room, and her massive breasts looked like they were trying to explode out of the skin-tight tube-shaped dress she was wearing.

Her super-high stripper heels brought out every muscle in her sexy legs, which were covered in white fishnet thigh-high stockings.

“Is that? Beth Stone? Holy fucking shit!” Mr. Riley exclaimed. “Where the fuck did you get that?”

“I took it. Mrs. Stone isn’t the innocent angel that you imagine her to be. She’s actually a kinky slut. Last month, I delivered some groceries to her house, and she greeted me at the door wearing a black bikini. It was 11:00 in the morning, and it was obvious that she had been drinking a lot already. She was fucking amazing, Mr. Riley,” Dean told him.

“You fucked her? No fucking way did you fuck her. You’re fucking lying,” Bob replied while reluctantly passing the phone back.

“I fucked her twice that day, and two weeks later, I fucked her all morning. Now she’ll text me whenever her husband is at work to come over. She does whatever I ask her to.”

“You are so full of shit!” Bob said, laughing.

“Hang on,” Dean said as he found and then showed Bob a video of her sucking him off from the same day.

But Bob wasn’t giving in, “That’s you? Right. Sure. Where’s your face? That’s probably just some porno you found that looks like her.”



Pausing to think for a moment, Dean said, “I’ll video call her now to prove it. What do you want her to be doing?”

Bob was staring at Dean, “If this is a trick or you’re fucking with me, it’s not funny………...but if you’re fucking serious………………….have her video herself taking her top off and sucking on her own tits.”

Dean texted Beth, “Video call me while taking your clothes off. now.”

“Do you want to press send?” Dean asked him after Bob read the text.

Bob did.

Beth’s phone buzzed, letting her know that she got a text, and her heart sank when she read Dean’s message.

“So much for not bothering me on the weekend,” she thought.

She was in the middle of her kitchen making grilled cheese sandwiches for four teenagers, but she knew she had no other choice.

After asking Patrick and Emily to finish cooking the sandwiches and making sure that Chris was still in the garage, she ran upstairs to her bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom.

She looked around and positioned her phone on a shelf that she hoped would let the phone show her whole body.

Beth’s heart was racing wildly, and her mind was filled with questions like “What was he up to?” as she pressed the FaceTime button.

The two men had constantly been talking while waiting for Beth to call Dean back.

Bob was looking at Dean with a smug “fuck you” kind of look as he said, “So Mrs. Stone is going to call you back and strip for you on camera just because you asked her to?”

“I just told you. She likes to role-play…” Dean said before Bob cut him off.

“Yeah, role play, that she’s your sex slave. You said that already. She’ll pretend that you’re forcing her to do this against her will? And that she's done this before with a pizza delivery guy? Mrs. Stone? The woman who always wears bright, colorful and happy conservative dresses? Sweet, innocent, never-has-a-bad-word-to-say-about-anyone Beth Stone is really a total slut nut-job underneath it all? You are so full of shit! Get the fuck out of my office, you fucking lunati…..” Bob said, but then stopped when Dean’s phone rang.

“Should I answer? Probably not since it’s all bullshit…” Dean teased.

“Answer it!” Bob begged.

“Ok, but stay to the side so she can’t see you,” Dean said.

“Hello, Mrs. Stone. Why aren’t you taking off your clothes?” Dean asked her.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Beth said as she started to undress.

“Holy fucking shit-cakes! It really is Beth Stone! Holy holy SHIT! SHIT!” Bob said to himself as he saw her pull her t-shirt over her head to reveal her two gloriously large and round naked breasts.

“No bra today, slut? Now the pants,” Dean commanded.

Beth hooked her two thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them, as well as her panties, over her full ass and down her legs.

She was bent fully at the waist as she struggled to pull the pants past her ankles, so both men got to enjoy the sight of her breasts hanging down and bouncing all around.

When she stood up naked, Dean told her to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples.

Bob quickly locked the office door and grabbed a pen and paper to write down what he wanted her to do, so Dean could read it and then tell her.

“Now rub your pussy until it's wet and then suck on your fingers,” Dean said.

Bob’s next note said, “suck on your nipples” and Dean gave him the thumbs-up sign off camera.

Beth made a face at this request because she wasn’t sure what he meant, but she cupped one of her breasts and lifted her nipple until she could get it into her mouth, and then she started sucking on it.

And then the other one.

Both her nipples were now wet and sticking out like they were begging to be sucked.

Dean read the next note out of the corner of his eye and said with a smile, “Now piss on the floor.”

At that request, Beth was less bothered by her humiliation and was more concerned about having to clean the floor, and she said, “Dean, can I put a towel down first? Please?”

“Sure, but piss standing up. I want to see the piss coming out of your pussy,” Dean replied.

Bob wrote two more notes as Beth put a towel on the floor, spread her legs, and started to piss.

“Look at the camera, piss on your hand and put it in your mouth,” Dean told her as he was reading Bob’s note while holding it to the side.

As always, Beth did everything that she was told, but the next command from Bob made her start to cry.

Her reaction made Bob concerned that they had gone too far with her, but Dean waved him off and gave him another thumbs-up sign.

Beth did as Dean asked and picked up the urine-soaked towel and rubbed it all over her tits and face.

And then she tilted her head back, lifted the towel up and squeezed it to make her urine drip all over her face and open mouth.

“What are you?” Dean asked her.

“A fuck-toy,” she answered.

“Whose fuck-toy are you?” Dean asked.

“I’m your fuck-toy, Dean,” she answered again.

And after making her suck her now piss-covered tits again, Dean ended the call.

“Well…………...I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry for what I said earlier. That was unfuckingbelievable!” Bob exclaimed while wiping his sweat off his forehead.

“I know. She’s….very impressive,” Dean said, smiling.

“So……..what are you….proposing?” Bob asked him with a much gentler tone of voice. “You want to bribe me with Mrs. Stone?”

“Bribe? What the fuck, Bob? No! You said that I could do the job, but that I needed more training. Training that you didn’t have time to give me. I bet that you can find the time now! All I want is to give you something to motivate you to train me and to ignore any complaints about me getting the job too fast,” Dean explained.

“So what is this “something” you’re offering?” Bob asked.

“I’m offering several hours alone with Mrs. Stone at her house where she’ll do whatever you ask her to,” Dean said.

Bob thought quietly about this for a long while.

“I get you. And sounds amazing, but that’s still fucked up, though. I don’t think I can, Dean. My ex-wife cheated on me. It’s a horrible feeling, and I don’t think I can participate in doing that to her husband,” Bob said with a profound look of sadness on his face.

“Well, ok. I tried. I’m seeing her this Tuesday morning, though, if you change your mind,” Dean said, wondering if Mr. Riley was going to end up firing him over all this after all.

Monday: Blackmail Day 17

It was 8:30 AM, and Beth was worried.

Not only had Chris not left for work, but he hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.

Then she remembered that he had told her last night that he was taking Monday off to relax and prepare for his business trip.

“Shit!” she thought. “I should have texted the boys last night about that.”.

Texting them now, she said, “I’m so sorry, but my husband is home all day today!”

“Why?” Dean texted back

There was no way in hell that Beth was telling the boys that Chris was going away for a week.

“He just wanted some time off to relax.”

The next text didn’t come until 9:30 AM, “No problem. But you’ll have to make it up to us.”

“Make it up?” Beth thought. “Fuuuuck!”

At a restaurant later that morning, Beth and Chris had just finished ordering their breakfast when she saw Dean walk in through the front door.

Chris had his back to the door, and Dean smiled at her as he walked by her table.

Overcome with anxiety, she felt her heart start to beat so fast that she thought it would burst out of her chest.

Was Dean going to say something to Chris?

But Dean kept on walking, and she saw him go into the men's bathroom in the back.

Seconds later, Beth got a text from him that said, “I’m waiting, last stall.”

Beth couldn’t believe it.

How did he know where she was?

Knowing that she had no choice and that it would be a while before their food was ready, Beth quickly excused herself from Chris and said she had to go to the bathroom.

Praying that no one saw her go into the men’s room, she practically ran to the last stall and knocked on the door.

Dean opened it, pulled her inside and told her to get on her knees.

He had just taken a piss, so his pants were already unbuckled, and his dick was hanging out with a drop of urine hanging off the tip.

Beth’s legs were bare under the dress she was wearing, so she could feel the sticky slime of what she assumed was old urine on the floor as she kneeled and took his whole cock immediately into her mouth.

There was no slow build-up this time on her end.

She rammed his cock all the way into her throat on the first try.

Her fingers were rubbing his balls and his asshole, trying to give him as much stimulation as she could.

She needed to make this the fastest blowjob she had ever given and get back to her table before Chris noticed that she was gone too long.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and two men walked up to the wall of urinals opposite the stalls to each take a piss before they left the restaurant.

The two friends were talking to each other about what they needed to do later in the day.

Beth continued to suck Dean’s cock as silently as she could as they spoke and prayed that neither one would look over to the last stall and notice her bright red platform shoes practically sticking out under the stall door.

However, one did notice her shoes.

He stopped talking and nodded to his friend.

They both watched how her shoes and the parts of her legs that they could see kept moving back and forth slightly.

One guy walked over and even looked through the crack by the door to see Beth’s head bobbing up and down over Dean’s groin.

Dean gave him a silent smile and a thumbs-up sign.

Both guys laughed and stood by the urinals.

Each one never took their eyes off the stall door.

Each one was dying to see what the woman giving the blowjob looked like.

At that moment, Dean purposely let out a large groan and shot his cum into her mouth.

Beth was both elated and frantic.

She was elated because she got the blowjob over in record time.

But also frantic because she didn't hear those men leave.

Are they still out there?

Beth stood up and wiped the small traces of Dean’s cum off her lips before brushing off her knees.

She opened the stall and planned to make a mad dash back to Chris, but found the exit door blocked by two very large, muscular men.

“Holy shit! She’s beautiful,” one of them, who was wearing a baseball cap, exclaimed.

“Yeah, I did not expect that,” said the other.

They both moved in closer to Beth as she tried to make her way to the exit door between them.

One of them reached down under her dress and grabbed her ass as he pulled her body up close to his own.

“Hey baby, how about taking care of us too?” he asked while holding her head with one hand while cruelly digging his middle finger into her asshole with the other.

The other one with the baseball cap quickly pulled her dress up to her neck, got both his hands under her bra and started mauling her breasts.

The one squeezing her breasts looked over at Dean and asked, “You have any problem with this?”

Dean smiled and replied, “No problem at all. She loves this kind of shit.”

Beth started to cry out, “Let me go or I’ll scre...!” but then realized that she couldn’t do that.

If she did and anyone called the police, they would ask too many questions about why she was in the men’s room.

And Dean was still here.

And Chris was just outside.

So Beth didn’t scream.

Not even when her panties were ripped off her and tossed to the floor.

Not even when one man spun her around and replaced his finger in her asshole with his cock.

Not even when the other man with the baseball cap put his cock in her pussy at the same time.

Beth was now sandwiched between large men and getting fucked in both holes while standing up.

Her feet were barely even touching the floor.

It only took a few minutes before Beth first felt her asshole, and then her pussy get flooded with the cum of two complete strangers.

Both men zipped back up and left the restaurant as fast as they could with smiles on their faces.

After they were gone, Beth held onto the sink for balance and picked up her panties.

Seeing that they were too torn to wear, she tossed them in the trash and looked at herself in the mirror, trying to fix her hair and dress before going back to Chris.

Dean was leaning against the stall door and was smiling at her.

“That was unexpected, Fuck-Toy, but as always, you handled it well,” Dean told her.

Beth wanted to scream at him.

Tell him to eat shit and to fucking die, but she couldn’t.

She just held back her tears and kept her mouth shut.

Just then, the bathroom door started to open, and Dean slid himself back into the stall and listened.

It was Chris.

When he saw Beth, he was startled and looked at the “Men” sign on the door to make sure he was in the right place.

“I, umm...what are you doing in here?” he asked her as he looked around what he thought was an empty room.

Thinking quickly, Beth answered, “There was a line for the Ladies’ room, and I just couldn’t wait.”

“Oh, ok. Err...I need to really go as well. Are you all done in here?” Chris asked her, having no intention of urinating in front of her.

“Yes. It’s all yours.” Beth said as she walked out.

Chris quickly relieved himself, washed his hands, and returned to his table just as their food arrived.

Luckily for Beth, he didn’t notice his wife’s torn panties lying at the top of the trash in the barrel in the men’s room.



After the trauma of getting double raped in the men’s room and orally taking care of Dean, Beth was too nauseous to eat anything as she watched Chris eat his breakfast.

All she could taste was Dean’s cum in her mouth.

And without her panties on, the part of her dress that she was sitting on and the chair’s fabric beneath her was wet from a puddle of two men’s cum that was dripping out of her pussy and asshole.

Dean walked out of the men's room and stopped right next to her table while looking at his phone before continuing to walk out of the restaurant.

Beth started to choke on the tea she was drinking when she saw her panties hanging out of the back pocket of Dean's pants.

She managed to eat some toast and finish her cup of tea by the time they left to buy Chris new clothes for his business trip.

At the store, she separated from Chris and found a pair of panties that she could wear.

That was when she got a text from Eddie: “go to men’s changing room #3. now”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Beth thought. “How the fuck do they know where..? Fuck!”

The men’s dressing room area was empty as she knocked lightly on door #3.

Eddie opened the door, let her in and locked the door behind her.

He was naked from the waist down and pointed at his erect cock, making it obvious that he expected a blowjob.

Beth wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, so she dropped to her knees, but Eddie reached down and lifted her sundress over her head.

Then he pointed to her bra and then her shoes, and Beth took everything off.

There were full-length mirrors on three of the walls in each changing room.

Beth was surrounded by reflections of herself as she was naked, kneeling and sucking on a cock like a total slut.

Eddie was also enjoying the fantastic view in the mirrors of her large breasts bouncing around as he forced her back and forth as he fucked her mouth.

Just then, they heard the man in the room next to them call out, “Beth! You there, Beth?”

It was Chris! He knew what she was doing!

In utter panic, Beth almost started choking around the dick in her mouth and tried to pull away while standing up.

But Eddie was having none of that, and with an iron grip on her head, he kept her on her knees as he continued fucking her mouth.

“Beth?” Chris called out one more time before saying under his breath in frustration, “These pants are too short. I thought she was supposed to be helping me.”

When Beth realized that he didn’t know she was in the next booth, she calmed down, but then panicked again when she heard the jingle of his car keys.

“Shit! He’s getting his phone!” she thought.

“Eddie won’t let me move! Where is my purse?” her mind raced as she shot out her hands along the floor, trying to grab her purse by touch alone.

Finding it, she unzipped it quickly, “Where is my phone? Damn-it! Got it!”

Holding the phone in front of her eyes while her mouth was full of Eddie’s cock, she desperately tried to find the tiny silent switch.

She turned it on only a half-second before her phone received Chris’ call.

It made a little noise as it vibrated, but Beth used both her hands to smother her phone between her breasts to block even that sound.

The vibrating stopped, and then Beth felt a different vibration telling her that Chris had sent her a text.

Reading it the same way she found the silent switch, with a cock fucking her mouth, she saw that he was asking her to come to the changing room to help him.

At that moment, Eddie pulled out of her mouth, lifted her to a standing position while he got behind her ass, and after rubbing her slit until it was wet, he pushed his long 9-inch cock into her pussy.

Beth was bent forward and supported herself with both hands by holding the mirror in front of her.

Eddie had both his hands on her hips and was fucking her hard enough to slightly shake all of the changing room walls.

The fact that her husband was only a few feet away as he was fucking his wife was driving Eddie crazy with lust.

Eddie grabbed her tits and squeezed them both harder than he ever had before as his cock erupted cum inside her pussy.

Beth wanted to scream in agony from the terrible abuse of her breasts, but she forced herself not to make a sound and just take it.

Eddie kept his cock inside her as he ran his hands all over her ass and lower back while he enjoyed the moment of looking at Beth’s naked body in all three mirrors.

When they both heard Chris gather his things and leave the booth, they both got dressed, and Eddie left the room with a big smile on his face.

Beth waited a few minutes and then cracked the door a little to look around.

Not seeing Chris anywhere, she darted out and sat on a bench close to the changing area and responded to Chris’ text, “Sorry, Honey. Phone was on silent, but I’m there now”.

Beth sat on the bench and waited.

Every time she breathed, she could still feel the pain from the pressure on her breasts from Eddie’s crushing grip on them.

A few minutes later, Chris came around the corner holding two pairs of pants that he wanted to try on.

“Oh, there you are. I’m almost done. Let me know how these look on me,” Chris said as he walked into the same changing room that Eddie had just fucked Beth in.

Chris noticed that there were women's panties on the floor of the men’s changing room.

He thought it was odd, but he just kicked it to the corner of the booth.

He also noticed two chest-high handprints on one of the mirrors and thought that the store should do a better job at keeping things clean.

After they purchased his pants and walked back to the car, Beth felt the now too familiar feeling of a man’s cum running out of her pussy and down her legs.

“Shit! I forgot all about buying those panties!” Beth thought.

But she was glad that Chris had no idea of what had happened in the clothing store.

Chris then said that he wanted to grill a few steaks for dinner before the limo his work provided showed up at the house to take him to the airport.

He pulled into the supermarket.

The same supermarket that Dean worked at.

“Shit!” Beth thought and then said to Chris, “I’m staying in the car.”

“Oh no. I need you to get those potatoes we all love. I have no idea what they are,” Chris said.

Sighing, Beth got out of the car and walked in behind her husband.

Dean was at home, sitting on his couch in front of the TV and using the GPS app that he had paired with Beth’s phone last week.

That was how he knew she was at the restaurant this morning, and later it let him tell Eddie that she was in the clothing store.

When he saw her pull into the supermarket parking lot where he worked, he actually had an overwhelming sense of fear.

Dean didn’t think that she’d ever shop there again.

Did Beth tell her husband what was going on?

Was he here looking for him?

Looking for payback?

Shit!

Thirty minutes later, Dean got a text from Mr. Riley and knew that everything was just fine.

Perfect even.

Bob Riley couldn’t believe who he saw walking through the sliding front door of his store.

Beth Stone!

He also recognized her husband, whom Bob saw that time at the restaurant when he was stood up by his date.

They parted, with the husband going to the butcher section and Beth to the other side of the store.

Bob wanted to say something to Chris about what he had learned about his wife last night.

Having been cheated on himself in the past, Bob knew that he would have wanted someone to tell him.

So he left his office and went to speak to Chris.

Chris was in a hurry.

He wanted to get his steaks and get home as quickly as possible.

But there was no one working behind the meat counter, and there were three people waiting in line before him.

Fuck! This fucking place was ruining the nice day he wanted to have with his family before he left for his business trip.

Now, who is this asshole coming up to me?

Probably trying to sell me something.

“No, I don’t have time for you. But, wait, you’re the store manager? Can’t you do something about this ridiculous line?” Chris arrogantly asked Bob.

Unfortunately, Mr. Riley told Chris that he had something more important to do than dealing with the line.

When Bob said “more important,” he meant that he had to tell Chris about his wife.

But Chris thought Bob was saying that Chris himself wasn’t important.

At that, Chris snapped and started to verbally abuse Bob in front of customers and Bob’s staff.

Chris made fun of Bob’s physical appearance, questioned his sexuality and said he was a failure at a job even a child could do.

Bob took all of Chris’s abuse and didn’t say anything to him other than “sorry” as he got behind the meat counter and waited on the customers in line.

When it was Chris’s turn, Chris said that he didn’t want someone like Bob touching his food and wanted someone else to help him.

By that time, the employee covering the butcher shop returned and got what Chris wanted.

Without a word to Bob, Chris left to find Beth so they could pay for their items and go home.

Bob held in his rage and just stood where he was as Bob walked away.

At least ten of his employees saw Bob being treated like a bitch, and Bob knew that by the end of the week, everyone who worked for him would have heard the story.

Bob went back to his office and watched the video of Beth when she was in the vegetable aisle while her husband was being an asshole to him.

He thought that she was so sweet and beautiful looking today.

The dress she was wearing showed off her curves, but it wasn’t slutty looking at all.

Then he thought of how fucking hot she looked when she wore a black dress and high heels that night at the restaurant.

The thought of her that night made his cock start to harden.

Then he remembered seeing her get naked and sucking on her own tits in her bathroom.

Then he remembered when Beth had her own piss dripping into her mouth.

That made his long cock so hard it hurt, and he had to unbuckle his pants to adjust himself.

Bob knew he was a mess physically.

He was too old to attract any young and attractive females.

He was also tall, balding, and both skinny and fat at the same time.

But he had a good-sized cock.

Or at least he used to.

Age had taken its toll even there.

He used to have a ten-inch monster that no woman would quickly forget.

But even that didn’t stop his wife from cheating on him.

After their divorce, he didn’t date anyone for years and just worked.

Now he was too old and out of shape to ever get a date that didn’t look like they got run over by a car.

He texted Dean, “If tomorrow is still a go, I’m on board. Text me what I need to do.”

After getting back to the house, Beth and Chris both went upstairs.

Chris was changing his clothes before starting to pack, while Beth took off her clothes to take a shower.

Since they were both naked as she was walking by him, Chris stopped her and started to kiss her passionately while his hands roamed all over her body.

Beth silently groaned.

She knew that Chris always wanted to make love before he went away on business trips, but she was hoping to take a shower first.

Beth desperately wanted to wash away all the filth on her body from already having sex with four men today.

But Chris wasn’t going to wait, and he was in a cocky mood after yelling at Mr. Riley, so he pretended to be aggressive as he pushed Beth backward onto the bed.

He got between her legs and then did something he had only done a few times before in all the years of their marriage.

He started licking her pussy.

After only a few minutes, he moved up her body and started sucking and nibbling her breasts harder than he had ever done before, until he was almost biting her nipples.

Chris positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and decided to shock her by shoving his cock all the way inside her with one shove.

Hearing Beth gasp out loud after he did that made him feel like a beast, and he imagined himself as a lust-crazed burglar who broke into the house and was ravishing his wife.

When Chris abruptly pushed Beth backward onto the bed, she passively fell back and spread her legs.

She had gotten so used to being treated like a slut the past few weeks that it didn’t feel unusual to her when her husband suddenly started to treat her the same way.

Just as she realized how his behavior towards her had changed, she felt Chris start to lick her pussy.

He almost never licked her pussy.

But he was today.

The same day that her pussy had two loads of other men’s cum deposited in it.

Beth knew it was gross and was going to tell him to stop for his sake, but before she did, he moved up and started sucking on and biting her breasts.

“Oh my god! Did he just bite my nipple?” Beth thought as she closed her eyes and held her breath, rather than yelling at him as he made her feel like a piece of meat.

She’s felt like just a piece of meat four times today already!

When he suddenly rammed his cock inside her, the force from his body as he landed on top of her knocked all the air out of her lungs and left her gasping.

He was pounding her pussy like he had never had before.

Chris had never treated her like this.

Never.

She hoped that it wasn’t the beginning of something new with him.

However, Beth knew that things were back to normal as she felt his cum shooting into her less than a minute later.

Later that night, after dinner, saying goodbye to Chris and then goodnight to Patrick, Beth lay down and spread herself out on her bed.

She was exhausted.

“What a crazy and horrible day!” she thought.

And her week was just getting started.

She still had to figure out a way to get Emily to stay overnight.

And then what?

Drug her?

Her son, too?

Then let that little girl get gang-raped by those three animals?

It was too much to think about, and she closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep.

That was when she got a text.

It was from Brody telling her that he was in her backyard and that he wanted a blowjob.

“Fuck!” Beth said out loud.

“Think, think, think,” she thought. “They mustn’t find out that Chris is gone for a week. That would trigger a whole lot of trouble for me!”

Beth looked outside at her backyard.

All the house lights were out, so everything was fairly dark.

She texted Brody to meet her by the back of the pool shed.

Brody would think that since Chris was home, it was a good place to be out of sight from the house.

Beth stripped and then put on her robe and slippers before going outside to have sex with man number six today.



Tuesday: Blackmail Day 18

Beth got a text from Dean at 9:00 AM saying, “30 min. Nice normal black dress. black thigh-highs with a line up the back. g-string. heels. red lipstick. hair in a bun. makeup and perfume.”

Beth reread the text and shook her head.

Dean always requested thigh-highs.

That was his thing.

There were a lot of specific “requests” today, she thought.

“Requests”? She corrected herself.

Nothing is a “request” from those boys.

It’s all demands.

Demands that she has to follow.

“Nice black dress? Huh? Not a slutty one like usual?” she thought as she grabbed the dress she had worn when she was out for dinner with Chris last week.

Dean didn’t say anything about a bra, so she put on the black shelf bra.

This dress was a little stretchy, and that bra made it wrap around the curves like it was spray-painted on.

In 25 minutes, she was dressed and looking at herself in the mirror.

Beth was actually impressed with how good she looked.

All her little “baby fat” as she jokingly called it, was gone, and now her face looked sexy as hell.

She knew that she had lost 12lbs during the past few weeks but who wouldn’t have from all the stress from being blackmailed, humiliated, raped and beaten.

The dress she was wearing now used to be tight enough that she considered not wearing it anymore, but now it was perfect.

Maybe even a little too loose around her stomach.

When the doorbell rang, she let Dean in.

He held a clipboard with a stack of papers and a plastic bag from the supermarket where he worked.

The bag was full of vegetables and two bananas.

Dean was in an excellent mood and complimented Beth on how she looked.

“We’re celebrating today, Fuck-Toy,’ he said as he squeezed her ass as he walked past her to the liquor cabinet in the living room.

He grabbed a whiskey bottle and then went into the kitchen, where he filled two wide-mouth glasses with ice.

“I’m not old enough,” he said with a smile as he handed her the bottle. “Would you care to pour us both a glass, Fuck-Toy?”

Beth did, and with a frown, she asked, “What are we celebrating?”

“I’m getting a promotion at work tonight,” he replied.

Normally, Beth would have said congratulations, but she just looked at Dean and raised her glass to her mouth.

“Wait. Take these first,” Dean said as he handed her two pills.

“What the fuck is this?” Beth asked him, suddenly very afraid, “Patrick will be home at 3:30. I can’t be drugged up…”

“Relax. It’s just ecstasy. Low dose too. It will make you happy and relaxed for a few hours. I’ve only ever seen you stressed the hell out, and I want a change today. It’s safe. I’ve used it before. You should be over it by 2:00,” Dean said as he reached into his pocket and swallowed his own pill.

Beth had never tried ecstasy, but she had read some articles about it a few years ago.

It was supposed to be fun, and if she didn’t keep taking it, she shouldn’t get addicted.

And, like everything else with Dean, she had no choice.

Seeing him take one of the pills made her feel a little at ease, so she swallowed the two pills and then finished the glass of whiskey.

“You won’t feel anything for about 10 or 15 minutes, so just relax,” Dean told her.

The pill Dean took for himself was just a low dose of ecstasy.

But Dean lied about the two pills he gave Beth being a low dose of the drug.

It was actually the strongest MDMA that he could get his hands on, mixed with ketamine.

Dean told Mr. Riley that Beth liked to get herself fucked up before Dean got to her house to have sex, and he wanted to make that part of the story true.

“Come here. I need you to fill out and sign some papers,” Dean told her as he put the clipboard on the kitchen table and passed her a pen.

“What am I signing?” she asked him.

“You are co-signing my car loan,” he answered with a grin.

Beth just stood there, not comprehending why he wanted her to do that.

Dean took that as a refusal, and he sighed as he asked her, “Would you rather I make you buy me a new car? Or maybe make you give me the money to buy it myself?”

“No… “ she answered questioningly.

“The way I see it, if I make you give me money or buy me something expensive, that’s going to look like I’m obviously blackmailing you. But if you co-sign a loan for me? That’s fucked up enough to make my story that we were having a consensual relationship sound true. And my car is just about dead,” Dean explained.

Reluctantly, Beth read and filled out the forms and co-signed the loan as Dean was standing behind her with his hands down the front of her dress, squeezing her breasts.

“Don’t worry, Fuck-Toy. It shouldn’t be a problem for me to make the payments after my promotion. Oh, and about that. I need you to do something for me today to make it happen,” Dean said to Beth as he handed her another full glass of whiskey before putting his hands back on her tits.

By this time, Beth was beginning to feel the effects of the ecstasy, ketamine and alcohol.

She felt very relaxed and calm, agreeing with whatever Dean said.

“What?” she asked, dreading what horrible thing he was going to say.

“I need you to fuck my manager,” Dean said as he was rubbing both her nipples in between his fingers.

Hearing that, Beth should have reacted strongly, but she just sat there and wondered what it would be like to have sex with Dean’s boss.

“Isn’t his knowing what you’re doing to me going to ruin it all for you?” Beth asked, only just starting to feel mildly concerned about more people finding out what she did.

“Why am I not more concerned about that?” she wondered.

“Ok, listen up. I didn’t say anything to Bob about me blackmailing you because you were fucking your son’s best friend. No. That would not be good for either of us. I said you were a kinky slut that likes to fuck delivery guys,” Dean said as he showed her the grocery bag full of vegetables.

“I deliver food to you, you invite me in and fuck my brains out. I told Bob that you like to role-play. That you pretend that you’re my slave and do whatever I tell you. Repeat that back to me,” Dean told her as he squeezed both her breasts hard.

“Oww!” Beth cried out in pain before she repeated back what Dean had just said.

“I told Mr. Riley that I am going to order you to take him up to your bedroom and rock his fucking world. He loves watching sluts like you handle long vegetables. I brought a bag full of them, and I want you to fuck yourself with every one of them. UNDERSTAND,” Dean finished with one last pinch of both her nipples.

“Yes! I’ll be good, masturbate with vegetables and do whatever he says!” Beth cried out.

“Good answer, Fuck-Toy. Now finish your drink and wait for him by the door. I told him to get here at 10:30,” Dean said as he checked his phone and texted Mr. Riley that everything was a go and to knock on the door when he’s here.

Bob Riley received Dean’s text while waiting in his car a few houses down from Beth Stone’s.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been so nervous as he drove into her driveway.

What was going to happen?

Just sex?

A blowjob?

Or really anything he wanted?

Dean told him everything he had done with Beth, and now Bob’s head was full of ideas that he had always wanted to try but never had a woman who would do it.

Was this a joke?

A setup?

His hands were shaking as he took the keys out of the ignition, and he looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

He was 55 years old with a comb-over that looked ridiculous, and his face was all sweaty despite the car’s air conditioning.

Bob was happy that he took Dean’s suggestion and took a viagra before getting into his car this morning.

The hard-on he had now from anticipating getting to have sex with Beth gave him the courage to walk up to her door and knock.

What he saw when the door opened almost made him cum in his pants.

Beth was dressed as she had been at the restaurant last week.

Just like he had told Dean, how he wanted her to look.

This was real!

This was really going to happen!

Beth stood inside her front door and was having trouble keeping her balance.

But it wasn’t because of her extremely high heels, though.

The drugs and the alcohol had her head in a fog.

Dean’s boss was about to come through the front door.

Who was his boss again?

Bob something?

Yes, the guy with the bad hair and sticky hands.

Beth started giggling a little, and the feeling of her nipples rubbing against her dress as she was breathing was starting to turn her on.

There was a knock on the door, and she drunkenly walked over, let Bob in, and gave him a long kiss on the mouth.

Bob was normally several inches taller than Beth, but her heels elevated her enough to let Beth kiss him without making him bend down to her level.

Beth rubbed her hand over the bulge that she felt in his pants and legitimately asked, “Oh my god! How big is this thing?”

Dean interjected and welcomed Bob properly, and introduced him to Beth.

“As you can see, Bob, Beth is already fucked up like usual. She’ll probably need help going up the stairs to her bedroom. Her son doesn’t get home until 3:30, so try to be done and gone by 3:00. She should be sobered up by then unless you keep her drinking.”

“I’m going to leave you two alone and go pick up my car. Bob, have fun. Remember that Beth will do everything that you ask her to. Anal, oral, deep throat, piss in her mouth, take a shower, make you lunch or a drink, or whatever sick and twisted fantasy that you’ve had in your head happens today if you want. Don’t tell me tomorrow that there was something that you regretted not asking for because this is it.”

Dean lifted the bag of vegetables off the table and said to Beth, “Fuck-Toy, don’t forget to show Bob what you like to do with your deliveries.”

Beth had to hold on to the wall in the hallway and the backs of two chairs to keep herself steady as she walked over to Dean.

When she took the bag, Dean spun her around, so she was facing Bob and put his hand down the top of her dress and started squeezing one of her breasts with one hand while his other hand slid her dress up to reveal her totally bare pussy.

She was already wet, and after he rubbed his hand up and down over her pussy lips, he had her lick herself off his fingers.

“Just a reminder of how good it is with her, Bob. She’s not a lady today; she’s a total slut. It’s her kink, fetish, whatever. Don’t have to ask or be nice, just take. I mean, you can be nice as well if you want. She might like that too, but it seems like a waste to me. Just don’t leave any marks that she can’t explain away to her family. Understand?” he asked Bob.

Bob just smiled and said. “Yes. You are the luckiest fucking bastard in the whole world, do you know that?”

Dean replied, “I do. And now you are too.”

When Dean got back to Beth’s house at 3:00, Beth was wearing a robe and making her bed in her bedroom.

She had obviously just taken a shower, and she looked exhausted.

Beth walked over to him with a fake smile on her face and started to unbuckle his pants while asking him if he wanted to fuck her or should she drop to her knees and suck him off.

Dean told her to lie in bed and spread her legs and that he wanted to fuck her while she told him how it went with Bob.

He didn’t want all the details, but just if she thought Bob was happy with her or not and if she had said anything that she shouldn’t have.

As Dean was fucking her, he noticed several faint hickeys all over her breasts and stomach and on the inside of her thighs.

Beth told him that she thought Bob was very satisfied, and she kept to the slut story Dean had created.

A few minutes later, Dean’s cock showed her that it was satisfied too when he shot his cum into her pussy.

Dean left shortly after and went home to wait to hear how this was going to turn out.

Dean had the whole day off and was waiting to hear from Bob via text or phone call, but it wasn’t until 8:00 PM that night when he got a text from Bob asking him to meet him at work as soon as possible.

“Well, here we go,” thought Dean as he drove to work in his new car.

When Dean got to Bob’s office, Bob closed and locked the door.

He just stared at Dean as he gathered his thoughts and said, “For the next three weeks, I’m going to spend all my free time training you on everything you’ll need to know to be the new Assistant Manager. Take notes and ask questions. I’ll announce your promotion in two weeks. Those first two weeks will allow the staff to see you in action, so they won’t be too surprised by your rapid advancement. I expect that you’ll make mistakes, and that’s fine. That’s how everyone learns, but if you start fucking off and stop caring next week or next month or next year, I’ll fire your ass like anyone else, no matter what “gift” you offer me. Comprende?”

“Absolutely,” Dean said as they shook (dry) hands on it.

Beth lay naked in bed after Dean left and looked at the obvious hickeys on her breasts and inner thighs.

She didn’t think Chris would notice them.

She had already cleaned the house from her “activities” with Bob.

He seemed like a nice guy, but he definitely worked out all his sexual frustrations and fantasies with her today.

Bob was older and slower than the boys, but the two of them did almost everything in one day that the boys had done to her since the blackmail started.

And his penis!

His penis was so damn long!

It was almost as long as the horse cock dildo she had bought, but his was thinner.

Their first hour together, he had her keep her dress on but lifted it up over her hips while she fucked herself with all the vegetables and bananas in the grocery bag.

Dean said that was Bob’s fetish, and it was obvious to even Beth's drugged-out mind that it was true.

He had her clean everything that she put into her pussy or ass with her mouth.

And when she had a cucumber in her pussy and a zucchini in her ass, Bob made her suck his dick until she made herself cum.

Bob kept asking her questions about her husband, too.

Beth thought that was so weird.

He kept asking her to tell him how much better he was at sex than Chris.

He’d ask her what Chris liked to do, and then Bob would do it to her and have her tell him that it was better with Bob than with her husband.

Beth didn’t have to lie about any of that, though.

Maybe it was the drugs or the size of his penis, but Bob easily made her cum several times during the day.

Chris never directly made her cum, she had to use her fingers on her clit to make herself have an orgasm.

When he asked her how long Chris’s penis was, and she told him, Bob literally stopped fucking her because he couldn’t stop from laughing hysterically.

After he had fucked her pussy and then her ass, he asked her to deep throat him while her head hung over the edge of the bed.

She remembered how his penis looked so long as it grew right before her eyes as he rubbed the length over her face.

Beth couldn’t clearly remember much after that, though.

She knew that he got his whole 10-inch penis in her mouth because she remembered seeing and feeling his wrinkled, hairy balls smash into her nose and eyes several times, but she couldn’t remember much more after that.

Beth thought that she must have passed out, but wasn’t sure because it felt like she was awake but not there.

Like she was in a zone where she was both awake and asleep?

She wondered if it was the ecstasy that did that to her.

When her mind came back to her, Bob had her in the shower, getting her all soaped up from head to toe.

Beth remembered him pushing her down by her shoulders to her knees, and she automatically opened her mouth to accept his urine like the boys had trained her.

She remembered Bob putting ½ his penis into her mouth until it was at the back of her throat, and then how he took a long piss and didn’t pull it out until he was done.

By this time, Beth’s mind was clearing a little, and she started to fear that Bob would tell Dean that she didn’t do enough for him, so when they got out of the shower, she got into bed and asked him if he wanted to titfuck her.

Of course, Bob said yes, and Beth told him to do it while sitting on her face so she could lick his asshole too.

She remembered seeing Bob smile at that before he straddled her face.

Beth licked his balls and asshole for 20 minutes until he finally came between her tits.

Bob also did one horrible thing that even the boys hadn’t thought to do to her.

Later in the afternoon, as he was fucking her up the ass for a second time, and while his entire 10-inch cock was buried deep, he stayed perfectly still for almost 5 minutes before Beth felt an incredible feeling of heat spreading through her bowels.

Bob was urinating inside her ass!

And then, without ever taking his cock entirely out of her ass, he fucked her hard and long until her now liquefied shit squirted out through the stretched ring of her anus every time he jammed his cock all the way inside her.

Beth wasn’t sure what happened after that or when Bob left her house, but she must have blown him because she remembered the taste of her own shit in her mouth.

And the brown stains all over the comforter and down her neck reminded her of what had happened, too.

She also remembered them both coming downstairs to eat and drink sometime during the day, but nothing about what they actually had.

Although she noticed the whisky bottle from the morning was empty, they must have been drinking it.

When the drugs she took in the morning finally wore off just after Dean fucked her and left her house, Beth felt sore, and her body ached.

Taking Bob’s 10-inch cock in her ass multiple times left her feeling like her asshole was on fire.

Beth just lay there feeling the pain in her body with every heartbeat until she heard Patrick come home and start to walk right up to her bedroom.

With a groan, she put her bathrobe back on by the time he got to her door.

“Hi, Mom. Can I talk to you?” Patrick asked.

“Sure, honey. What’s up?” Beth asked.

“I’d ask Dad, but since he’s away, I need to ask you a question. Actually, I feel easier asking you rather than Dad. You know how you always tell me I can ask you anything?” Patrick asked.

Beth felt an overwhelming feeling of Mother’s anxiety when he asked that and confirmed that he could talk to her about anything.

“Emily and I have been talking about having sex. She says that she’s on the pill, but I think I should use a condom as well to be safer. So I’m going to need some money for that. I’m also hoping that we could have some alone time this weekend.” Patrick asked his mother, expecting to be told a harsh no.

To his surprise, though, his mother thanked him for asking her and for wanting to be safe.

“Yes, I’ll give you the money and tell you the best kind to get. When did you want some alone time?” Beth asked him.

“This Friday would be perfect. Is that ok?” he asked.

Beth paused before answering as she realized that this was the opportunity she was waiting for to do what the boys wanted her to do and give them a night of sex with little Emily.

But was she really going to use her son’s first time to do it?

Knowing that she had no choice, she said the words that sickened her, “You know, a person’s first time should be special and not rushed in the backseat of a car or trying to stay quiet and not be heard by your mom. So why don’t you invite Emily to stay the night? I’ll stay upstairs. You can use the pull-out bed in the TV room, watch movies, order take-out, make love slowly and enjoy the night. Then, wake up in each other’s arms. It will be very romantic. She’ll love it.”

To say that Patrick was stunned that his mother suggested all of that was an understatement.

“Ok, I’ll ask her. Thanks!” he said.

“If she needs me to talk to her mom about staying over, I will. But I’ll leave out the sex part, though,” Beth said, trying to put Patrick at ease and make him laugh.

“Maybe Emily should lie a little and tell her mother that others are staying over too, even though no one is,” Beth added, hating herself when she thought that, yes, others would, in fact, be staying over.

Wednesday: Blackmail Day 19, Morning

Beth got a text from Brody at 10:00 AM saying, “30 minutes, mommy.”

She groaned at what she knew he wanted, feeling relieved that Brody wouldn’t be hurting her sore body today.

Beth pulled her hair back with a wide red ribbon and put on a floral print dress with ruffles on the bottom. And, of course, her breastfeeding bra.

With red lipstick, Beth thought that she looked like a typical TV mom from the ’50s.

And so did Brody, Beth judged from his smile.

He had a bag of supplies with him this time.

In it were two adult diapers that he customized to function not like pull-ups but like the traditional baby ones that attached the front and back with tape.

As well as baby powder and a large tube of baby ointment.

“Oh…..my…..god…..! There’s no way he’s going to ask me to….” Beth thought as she realized what he wanted her to do.

But he did.

Brody lay down on his back in bed and had Beth undress him, and then put a diaper on him.

Then he had her lie next to him so that he could alternately place each one of her breasts in his mouth.

Brody sucked and played with her breasts for over 20 minutes while Beth had her baby ointment-covered hand inside the top of his diaper and squeezed his dick, and rubbed his balls.

Beth suddenly felt her hand get wet with a very warm liquid.

Brody had urinated in his diaper!

“Time for Mommy to change your diaper, baby Brody,” Beth said, trying to keep the sound of disgust out of her voice.

She opened up his now-wet and heavy, urine-soaked diaper and used some baby wipes to clean his whole groin area.

After putting the other diaper on him, but before she taped it closed, Brody told her, “Suck it. Suck my dick and lick my balls,”

Beth was glad that she cleaned most of the ointment away, but there was still enough of a residue to leave a nasty taste as she took his hard dick in her mouth.

“Use the ointment and put your finger up my ass while you suck me,” Brody said.

Brody was so excited about how he was getting one of his most secret fantasies fulfilled that he came after only a few minutes.

As Beth was swallowing the mouthful of cum that he deposited in her mouth, she wiped his dick and asshole clean with a wipe and then poured baby powder all over his groin area before taping his diaper closed.

Brody then curled up with Beth in bed and went back to sucking and playing with her breasts for a while before he stopped and said, “Mommy, I made potty.”

Beth raised both of her eyebrows when she realized what he just said meant.

And then the smell confirmed it.

She had to change his diaper again, but this time it was full of warm shit and not piss.

Once she had him cleaned up like before, she correctly assumed he was done and dressed him back in his regular clothes.

Brody never said another word and just left, leaving her with his two soiled diapers to dispose of.

Beth put the diapers in their own trash bag in the garage, and then, even though her body never touched anything, she took a long, hot shower.

Wednesday: Blackmail Day 19, Afternoon

After school, Patrick went to the pharmacy at the supermarket to get his condoms and was also hoping to see Matt.

They had both been so busy lately that they hadn’t really talked other than texts.

Unfortunately, Matt wasn’t working, but he did run into Dean.

They talked a little, and when Dean saw that he was buying condoms, he acted like a concerned older brother and told him that it was good for Patrick to take the steps not to get a girl pregnant.

Meanwhile, Dean’s mind was going crazy, knowing that Eddie was going to be pissed because Eddie was hoping that he was going to be the one to bust Emily’s cherry.

When Dean said that he hoped Patrick’s mom was doing well, Dean couldn’t believe his ears when Patrick told him that she was fine and added that his father was away until Tuesday night.

Dean thought that Beth had better be planning on setting something up for them to fuck Emily this weekend.

Pretending that he was interested in Patrick’s life, he innocently asked Patrick what he did during the week and if he was looking for a job.

Patrick told him that he couldn’t work because of school, and while lifting the condoms up, he added that he’d be with Emily on Friday night.

Dean almost burst out laughing when he thought to himself, “Fuck yeah, me too.”

Wednesday: Blackmail Day 19, Evening

Later that night, when Patrick was asleep and Beth was curled up in bed, she got a text from Dean: “is Patrick asleep?”

“Yes?” Beth replied, not knowing where this was leading.

“Open the patio door. I’m spending the night,” Dean texted back.

“What the hell? How does he know Chris isn’t here?” Beth thought in a panic as she quietly went downstairs and let Dean in.

When she asked him, Dean only answered her question with, “I know everything. Always remember that, Fuck-Toy.”

Beth locked her bedroom door and, expecting the worst, asked him what he wanted to do.

He just smiled and said, “You.”

Dean had taken a viagra and planned on holding and fucking Beth’s beautiful body every time he woke up until morning.

And that’s what he did, multiple times.

Nothing violent or rough, just gentle pleasure for both of them.

Beth didn’t want to admit it to Dean, but he made her orgasm two times.

Once when she was on top and once in the normal missionary position.

Dean’s only demand was that she would give him a blowjob in his sleep.

Beth actually wanted to kill him in his sleep, but she did as she was told.

Thursday: Blackmail Day 20, Morning

When they heard Patrick get up and get ready for school, Beth told Dean that she had to make Patrick breakfast or he’d suspect something.

Forty-five minutes later, Beth was back in bed with Dean.

He had her lie on her stomach while he spread her ass and looked at her asshole.

Dean was just constantly kissing her soft ass cheeks and tickling her inner thighs with his tongue and with the sides of his unshaven cheeks.

This whole experience with Dean confused Beth completely.

If she didn’t know any better, she would have described last night and this morning as passionate lovemaking with a caring partner.

And not with a blackmailing son-of-a-bitch.

“Eddie is probably going to be here in an hour,” she told Dean, trying desperately not to let Dean’s tickling make her laugh. “I have to take a shower. Are you staying all day?”

“No. I don’t want to ruin Eddie’s private time,” Dean said with a smirk as he blew a blast of air on Beth’s asshole and made her jump. “Let’s take a shower, and you can tell me what you have planned for Emily this Friday night.”

At that, Beth felt her whole world start to collapse in on her.

How does Dean know she was planning something on Friday?

How does he know so much about what I do?

Beth got Dean all soapy in the shower as she told him that it wasn’t definite yet, but it looked like Friday night would be the night.

“Well, don’t disappoint me, Fuck-Toy. Now I have to take a piss,” he said, expecting her to drop to her knees, take his cock in her mouth and swallow as much of his urine as she could.

And that’s exactly what Beth did.

As Beth was drying herself with a towel and Dean was getting dressed in some of Chris’s expensive clothes, she got a text from Eddie.

Dean told her to read it out loud, “30 minutes, cunt. Look like a slutty teacher.”

“He’s a charmer, isn’t he?” Dean said while laughing. “I wonder if...yeah, probably Mrs. Murphy.”

“Who’s Mrs. Murphy?” asked Beth.

“She was his 12th-grade English teacher. Bitch almost kept him from graduating. I would take some pain medicine now if you have any. He’s probably going to beat the shit out of you,” Dean suggested, sounding legitimately concerned.

“Oh my god! Can you help me? Do you have any more ecstasy pills you could give me? Please?” Beth begged.

Dean looked at her, trying to decide if he was going to do her this favor and if Eddie would mind if he did and said, “Sure,” as he went out to his car.

After getting the bottle of pills from his car, he grabbed a bottle of tequila on his way back up to the bedroom.

Beth was already dressed for Eddie,

She was wearing a sheer white button-up blouse with no bra and a skin-tight, stretchy black skirt that went down past her knees.

She had on dark red lipstick, a black headband, and a long pearl necklace.

Black thigh-highs, black high-heels and black-rimmed sunglasses that she popped the black lenses out of to complete the slutty school teacher look.

Dean gave her the bottle and said, “This is ecstasy mixed with ketamine. You won’t feel at least half of what he does to you. There are ten pills. Consider it a gift.”

As Beth swallowed 2 of the pills like she had before and drank a large glass of tequila, Dean told her, “Well, Fuck-Toy. I hope you survive the day.”

As expected, Eddie raped and beat Beth brutally all morning.

Knowing that her husband wasn’t coming home for several days, Eddie figured that he could hurt her enough this time to leave the types of marks that would take days to fade away.

He slapped her face and punched her tits and stomach repeatedly.

He bent and twisted her arms and legs like he wanted to break them until he thought that her neighbors would hear her screaming.

Eddie brought a yardstick with him and beat every part of her body with it while calling her Mrs. Murphy over and over again.

Then he fucked her pussy with the stick as well.

Beth’s pussy was bleeding from its rough edges that tore her delicate flesh.

Seeing her blood on the yardstick excited Eddie to no end, and he only stopped pushing the wood into her at 9 inches because he didn’t want to ruin her pussy forever for his friends.

The school teacher’s outfit that she had worn for him was shredded and lying all over the bedroom floor.

He even stuck one of the heels of her high-heeled shoes into her asshole while he was fucking her doggie-style.

Eddie didn’t even suspect that Beth was drugged up on ecstasy, ketamine and alcohol.

He thought back to how unresisting and passive she was when he ripped her red lingerie off her in the living room and figured that was what Beth was doing today.

Which just drove him crazy with lust, and he tried to hurt her even more to get a reaction.

Even when he started choking her while he was fucking her, Beth barely felt fear because of how the drugs were calming her mind.

Thursday: Blackmail Day 20, Afternoon

When Beth heard Patrick get home at 3:30 like usual, she struggled to get out of bed and picked up her torn clothes on the floor.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she saw that her breasts were painfully red and that her face and neck were also all red from repeated slaps and Eddie’s constant grip on her throat.

After getting dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt that covered her up pretty well, she went downstairs to ask Patrick if Emily was going to be staying over Friday night.

Patrick replied, “Yes. She told her Mom that I was going to have some people stay overnight to watch movies. Her mom was going out late with friends and was glad that Emily wouldn’t be staying home alone.”

“Well, good. Then it will be a nice private night for the two of you,” Beth said as she felt sickened at what she was setting up.

“Are you ok, Mom? You look kinda weird,” Patrick said.

“Yes, I feel sick. No, tired. I’m just really tired today,” she explained. “Are you ok? Nervous? Any questions for me?”

“Like what?” Patrick asked shyly.

“You know. Sex. Did your father explain everything? Or did your school?” Beth prodded.

“Well, Dad never said anything. School covered the basics,” Patrick said.

“The basics, huh? Well, here are my tips and tricks to make for an amazing time. Go slow with everything. Take the time to kiss each other. Especially down “there” with Emily. There’s a little hard nub called…” Beth said.

“I know!” Patrick said to keep her from going into detail.

“Ok, but it’s very important. She’s not going to be very happy if you ignore the nub,” Beth teased him and then went on for a few minutes about how a man can please a woman with his mouth.

“I am worried about one thing, though. When I….jerk off. It’s really quick. Like, over in a minute. I don’t want that to happen with Emily. How can I prevent that?” Patrick asked her with a worried look on his face.

Beth sighed as she sadly wondered if Patrick had inherited that unfortunate trait from his father.

She also hoped that he did get his father’s small penis size, too.

At once, though, Beth moved into protective mother mode and wanted what was best for her son.

“Your father has something that should help with that. You must have heard about viagra? It can make a man last a long time or perform multiple times. I can give you a pill before Emily gets here. It lasts 4 to 8 hours. Now relax. The only thing you have to do tonight is to have fun, ok?”

“Sounds great to me. Thanks, Mom. You’re the best,” Patrick said as he hugged her.

“I might be going to Hell, but I’m making sure my son’s first time having sex isn’t ruined by those three blackmailing assholes. Patrick and Emily will have their special time tonight. I give them the drug and text the boys. In the morning, Emily is going to be sore, but I’ll suggest that it’s always like that after the first time having sex.” Beth thought, trying to convince herself.

Thursday: Blackmail Day 20, Evening

At 11:00 PM, Beth got a text from Dean, “I’m out back. Let me in when Patrick is asleep.”

“God-damn-it! Not again!” Beth said to herself after she checked that Patrick’s bedroom door was closed and went down to let Dean in.

Once they were both in her bedroom, they kept their voices low, not to be heard by Patrick.

Dean said that he wanted to know what was going to happen on Friday night.

“Emily is staying over. She’ll be here at 6:00. They’re getting pizza. I’ll make sure that I put that powder in both of their drinks or food,” Beth said.

After she told him that Emily was staying over, Dean moved in close to her and took off her t-shirt and sweatpants while she talked.

“Do you remember how long it will take for them to fall asleep?” Dean asked her as he cupped both her breasts in his hands while he noticed all the bruises and even some teeth marks from her day with Eddie.

“You said twenty to thirrrrr, oooohh,” Beth tried to say before she was suddenly overcome with the wonderful sensation of Dean gently rubbing both her nipples at the same time with his thumbs.

“Thirty minutes?” she finished.

“Correct. And you text me as soon as that happens,” Dean said as he kissed her softly on her lips.

“Where are they going to be?” he asked her as he barely touched her clit and gently sucked on one of her nipples.

Beth told him, between her gasps, that there was a pull-out bed in the entertainment room.

Dean dropped to his knees before her, and for the first time ever, he started to lick her pussy, mainly focusing on her clit.

Soon his whole mouth and chin were soaked in her juice, and she could feel an orgasm building up inside her.

Beth was very confused and extremely anxious about the fact that Dean was about to make her cum so easily.

“Ecstasy doesn’t last that long, I’m no longer drunk, and I should be in pain after enduring Eddie's torment several hours ago,” she thought.

But her legs were getting weak and shaky, and when she squeezed her breasts, both her nipples were rock hard.

“What is happening to me?” she cried out in her head as she grabbed Dean’s head and had a massive orgasm while standing next to her bed.

Dean stood up and laid her gently down on her bed.

He was kissing her face and lips like he and Beth were longtime lovers.

When Dean’s cock slid into her wet pussy, she was expecting to feel agony from what Eddie did to her with the yardstick, but she felt only pleasure.

And as much as she tried to resist it, she orgasmed shortly before Dean came inside her.

Dean purposely fucked her slowly and easily.

Eddie told him what he had done to her and how she had been bleeding from it earlier.

His goal tonight was to give her as much pleasure as he could.

Sleeping with her this way brought a change in Dean.

When they had sex last night, it was slow and gentle.

He had never had sex like that before, and he liked it.

What he had found most erotic when he saw Beth and Matt have sex was how passionate they both were.

He was wondering if he could bring that out in Beth with him.

So when they weren’t sleeping or making love, Dean spent the night holding her in his arms, kissing her and stroking her hair like they were lovers.

Beth woke up in the morning to the feeling of a building orgasm as Dean was between her legs and licking her pussy.

Just as she started cumming, Patrick called out from his room, asking her if she could give him a ride to school today since he was late.

Trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible, she told him yes and that she would be out in a few minutes.

Dean looked up from between her spread legs.

He was smiling, and his face was soaked.

“That was different. I’m usually in pain after spending time with you,” she told him honestly.

“I’m not a total asshole. Just mostly. You’re absolutely beautiful, do you know that?” Dean told her as he lay down on top of her and started kissing her breasts. “These boobs are just fan-fucking-tastic.”

Refusing to acknowledge the kind and crude compliments, Beth said, “I have to get up. What time are the other two coming over this morning?”

“Oh, they’re not. You have the morning off, Fuck-Toy. We’re all saving ourselves for tonight’s entertainment,” Dean said as he got up and got dressed.

They both heard Patrick get into the shower across the hall, and Beth held the bathroom door closed as Dean walked by to leave.

He stopped and looked at her.

Dean’s expression went from a smile to deadly serious as he whispered, “Do not fuck this up tonight. You know what happens if we don’t fuck her.”

Blackmailed and Raped Mother

Friday: Blackmail Day 21, Emily all-nighter rape fest

Beth bought a new down comforter and several pillows for the pull-out bed. Along with several candles and two small floral arrangements to make the room look as romantic as possible.

The bed was facing the TV, so she positioned the candles and flowers so the two of them could see them throughout the night.

She also bought a Nanny Cam and hid it in the TV room, facing the bed.

Beth thought that if she could record the boys raping Emily, she might be able to use that to end the blackmail the boys were tormenting her with.

When Emily got to the house that night, she was scared and embarrassed by the fact that Beth knew what she and Patrick were planning to do.

Emily knew that this was the first time for Patrick and, like his Mom, she also wanted it to be special for him, but was also worried about what he would think when he found out that she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

She planned on acting like it hurt and would say that she was also surprised that she wasn’t bleeding.

Emily remembered bleeding for Mr. Adams.

It felt like she was having her period for the whole next day.

She often thought about that night with him and wondered what it would be like tonight with someone different.

Would it hurt again?

Would it feel wonderful again?

She felt both ways at the same time with Mr. Adams.

Emily thought it was amazing.

She was going to ask Patrick to lick her vagina.

When Mr. Adams did that to her, Emily thought that she was going to explode because it felt so good.



Later, Beth was starting to have a panic attack when she couldn’t figure out a way to get the roofie powder into their food or drink and still give them enough time to make love before they passed out.

They had already eaten their pizza and were going into the entertainment room to start watching movies.

She had promised Patrick that at this point, she would leave them alone and go upstairs.

SHIT!

Thinking quickly, she told them to wait and then offered a toast.

She ripped open the two paper packages and poured each into a wine glass without them noticing.

Beth then half-filled the glasses with champagne to ensure they would get the full dose.

With her heart pounding wildly and her hands almost shaking, she handed each of them a glass and then took her own.

“A toast to happy memories,” Beth said, and the three of them drained their glasses.

“You might as well finish it if you want,” she told them both as she handed Emily the bottle before she hastily went upstairs.

With tears running down her face, Beth tried to keep herself from vomiting at the disgust she felt with herself as she thought about the horrors she knew firsthand she was subjecting Emily to.

She texted Dean that they had each just taken the drug.

He texted back that they would be there in 10 minutes and for Beth to be naked and in high-heels when they got there.

“Oh my god. Why am I getting naked, too? What are they planning?” Beth wondered.

“Your Mom is really cool. This is….unbelievable.” Emily said, looking around the room as she sat on the bed while Patrick turned on the TV.

They both just awkwardly looked at each other as they finished their third glass of champagne.

“She wanted us both to be safe and relaxed. I think she did that,” Patrick said as he sat down next to Emily and started to kiss her.

Patrick’s cock was rock hard from both the viagra and the thoughts of what he was going to do with Emily tonight as he kissed her lips.

Emily spread her legs since she was expecting Patrick to proceed like Mr. Adams had and start to immediately touch her pussy.

She thought that there was only one way a man and a woman had sex, and Mr. Adams must know it best.

But instead, Patrick’s hands went under her t-shirt and started squeezing her breasts roughly with one hand while the other one tried unsuccessfully to unhook her bra.

Emily broke the kiss and then took her bra and her T-shirt off for him.

Patrick was on fire seeing her naked breasts, and he bent down to kiss them and suck on one of her nipples as Emily started rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

“Stand up and let me take these off you,” Emily said.

She pulled his pants and underwear down until his almost 6” erect cock was pointing directly at her face.

Emily rubbed her face against it as she remembered how it felt with Mr. Adams in his hallway.

Mr. Adams was bigger, she remembered that clearly.

And thicker too.

“Probably because Mr. Adams is so much older and experienced,” she thought as she put Patrick’s cock in her mouth before deciding to tease him and quickly taking her head away from it.

“What the fuck?” thought Patrick, disappointed and a little angry that she stopped like that.

He was about to ask her for a blow-job when Emily leaned back on the bed and asked him to take off her sweatpants.

Emily started to giggle as she felt the room start to spin a little as Patrick pulled both her sweatpants and panties off her.

Patrick was starting to feel dizzy, too, and almost fell over backward after he gave a final tug to get her sweatpants past her ankles.

“Lick my pussy,” Emily said while feeling very proud of herself for being so bold and naughty for asking like that.

Patrick lost his balance and almost fell on her before catching himself and lowering his face down between her legs.

“The nub,” he thought. “Don’t forget the nub.”

Emily arched her back as he licked her slit, and soon her pussy was dripping wet.

“There it is!” thought Patrick as he pressed his tongue against her clit like his Mom suggested and heard Emily cry out in ecstasy.

He kept on licking and sucking and putting a few fingers in her pussy.

The sound of her constant moaning as she gripped his head was thrilling to him.

After a little while, though, he noticed that Emily stopped moaning and moving.

Patrick was going to ask her if she was ok, but before he could, he passed out with his face in her pussy.

At the same time that Emily was asking Patrick to lick her pussy, Beth was quietly letting Dean and his gang in through the patio door and into the kitchen.

All three young men had shit-eating grins in anticipation of what the night would bring.

Ignoring Beth entirely despite her being naked and barely able to walk in her outrageously high-heels, they all walked up to the TV room door and listened for any sounds coming from the room.

Other than the TV, it seemed quiet.

They had Beth go in and check if Patrick and Emily were asleep.

Beth’s heart broke when she saw her son passed out with his face on Emily’s pussy, and she walked as quickly as she could over to lift Patrick off her before the boys saw how humiliating he looked.

But after hearing them all laugh behind her, she knew that she was too late for that, and she cradled Patrick protectively in her arms as the boys stared at Emily’s naked and spread-out body with predatory eyes.

Beth didn’t notice that Patrick had his mouth pressed into one of her nipples and that his rock-hard erection was pressing into the bottom of her other breast while she held him.

But the boys did, and Brody quickly took several pictures while Eddie started taking off his clothes.

“Ok, Fuck-Toy. Good job. Get us all, including you, some glasses and ice, and we’ll get this rape party started,” Dean said as he lifted and took a drink from a large bottle of whiskey that he took from her liquor cabinet on the way through her house.

Beth partially covered Patrick with the comforter and went to get the glasses.

When she returned, she found the boys were all around the bed looking at Emily and discussing how Eddie was going to fuck her.

It was agreed that Eddie would be the first one to fuck every hole Emily had tonight.

Dean poured them all drinks and handed them each a viagra pill and an ecstasy pill.

He gave Beth two of the same type of ecstasy pills that she had taken before.

Beth knew better than to argue, and after a toast, they all swallowed what they had.

“So, does this cunt have a virgin cunt or what?” Eddie asked Beth.

“I don’t know. The condom box is still unopened, so they haven’t had sex yet. But I have no idea,” Beth replied.

The boys looked at Emily and marveled at how hot she looked.

She was tiny yet full-figured.

“Look at her! So fucking small but with big tits. Let’s see,” Eddie said as he roughly put two fingers in her pussy and felt around. “Fuck! No cherry. Damn.”

“I bet her ass is still cherry, Eddie. Look at how tiny her hole is!” Brody said with a laugh.

“Yeah, we might snap our dicks off trying to get in there right away. Fuck-Toy, go get plenty of lube. Get some petroleum jelly too. It’s going to be a long night breaking her ass open,” Dean said while rubbing his balls.

When Beth returned, she was horrified to see Eddie and Brody sitting Patrick up against the headboard and making him drink from the whisky bottle.

“Stop! What are you doing to him? Leave him alone!” Beth cried out.

“Relax cunt. I gave him a viagra. He’s going to get lucky tonight, too,” Eddie told her.

“No!” screamed Beth. “He already took one! My poor baby!”

“Shit,” said Dean, concerned that a medical emergency might ruin the night. “Fuck. What dose did you give him?”

“Dose? I don’t know….100, I think,” she said.

“Ok, ours are 50. That’s probably the max he should take, but he’ll be ok,” Dean said as he walked over to Beth and started licking her nipples until both were hard. “You’re the entertainment for the others while one of us is fucking Emily. Speaking of, I think Eddie wants to fuck her pussy first. So why don’t you open her up and get her ready for him?”

“What do you mean…?” Beth started to ask.

“Lick her pussy!” Dean said as he shoved her towards the bed.

Not believing she was about to lick the pussy of the teenage girlfriend of her son, Beth spread the girl’s thin legs out wide and lowered her mouth down on Emily’s pussy and engaged in her first lesbian experience.

Emily’s body started to move around and moan loudly while Beth made her pussy soaking wet.

Beth was fascinated by how soft Emily’s body felt and how she tasted.

Beth ran her nose through the girl’s sparse blonde pubic hair before she started sucking hard on Emily’s clit.

That was when Eddie started rubbing Beth’s pussy and jeered at how wet Beth was from licking pussy.

It was true.

Maybe it was the ecstasy, but Beth was super turned on doing this to Emily.

Suddenly, Beth was startled when Emily grabbed her head and pushed it down while Beth was sucking on the girl’s clit.

“Oh yes, Mr. Adams! Lick my pussy again!” Emily cried out.

“Mr. Adams?” Beth thought, “What the hell does that mean?”

“Stick your finger in my ass again! I won’t tell anyone! Oh my God! This feels so good!” Emily yelled as Beth brought her to orgasm.

Brody asked Dean if Emily was waking up, and Dean replied, “No. Sometimes people on roofies sleep, and sometimes they’re active as hell. It looks like little Emily is going to be responsive. But, who the fuck is Mr. Adams?”

Beth didn’t answer.

She just kept on licking Emily’s little wet pussy.

“Ok. My time! Get off the cunt, cunt.” Eddie called out as he pulled Beth by her hair off Emily before taking her place with his hard 9-inch cock pointed directly at Emily’s slit.

Eddie went balls deep inside Emily’s tight young snatch with one hard shove while his friends cheered him on.

Eddie brutally fucked Emily, trying to hurt her as much as possible with every stroke.

She was moaning loudly in pain and weakly tried to push Eddie off her.

He grabbed both her ankles and moved her legs around like he was trying to rip them out of their sockets.

He pushed them up and bent her in half so that her knees were between her head while he was fucking her.

Abruptly, Eddie stopped and stood up.

“Hang on. I called this cunt a Fleshlight at the movies, and that’s what she’s going to be. Somebody give me a belt,” Eddie said to Dean and Brody.

Eddie then told Brody to hold her ankles and keep her knees on either side of her head while he wrapped his belt around her back and thighs and buckled it tight to keep her in that position.

Then he tied her ankles and wrists together over her head with her bra.

“There! She’s a god-damn real-life fleshlight!” Eddie said as he lifted her 75lb body up and tossed her to Dean.

“Holy fucking shit!” Dean said as he barely caught her and was laughing hysterically.

Brody was smiling, but didn’t know what exactly a Fleshlight was.

Beth didn’t know either and was horrified at how Emily’s arms and legs were being bent and held in place.

Eddie sat down on the recliner and motioned for Dean to hand Emily back to him.

He lifted her up and then slowly lowered her pussy down until all of Eddie’s 9-inch cock was inside her.

He lifted her up a few inches and then down as he fucked her on his cock.

Eddie would let her body go, and her pussy lips would smash into his groin.

Then he’d pick her up a few inches and let her drop again.

Then he put a little spin on her before letting her drop.

Soon he had rotated her 360 degrees before picking her up and laying her on the bed before fucking her hard and fast.

“Dudes, look at her fucking tits! One looks like it’s going to pop pressed into her thigh like that! And her nipple feels like a little fucking diamond!” Eddie exclaimed as he cruelly pinched and twisted it between his thumb and index finger.

The other boys both ran their fingers over the tight skin of Emily’s pressed breast as well as her diamond-hard nipple.

Then Dean told Beth to feel and suck it.

Beth crawled over the bed and leaned down to take Emily’s exposed nipple, which was pressed out under her thigh, into her mouth.

The boys were right.

Her nipple was hard, like a little pebble.

The ecstasy was making it impossible for Beth not to become aroused as she took as much as she could of Emily’s breast into her mouth.

Beth had her ass up in the air as she was sucking on Emily’s nipples, and Dean couldn’t resist rubbing his hard cock up and down her slit.

“Fuck-Toy is fucking dripping! What a slut,” Dean said.

“Get the fuck out!” Eddie yelled at Beth, “Now this bitch is going to get the raping that she deserves!”

With that, Eddie untied her and then fucked Emily as hard as he could while slapping her face and trying to rip her breasts off her chest by digging and twisting his fingers into her tit-flesh.

Several minutes later, he had his hands around her throat and choked her as his cock flooded her pussy with his cum.

After he rolled off her, Emily was left choking and trying to breathe on the bed.

At that moment, Patrick “woke up” to the degree that he only saw Emily’s naked body by his side, and he reached out and started squeezing her breasts.

“Emily,” he said, “Use your mouth on me now. Give me a blowjob.”

“Shit,” Dean said, “Look at his dick. Is it purple? It’s fucking purple.”

All three boys started laughing.

“What does that mean?” asked Beth in a panic as she broke away from Brody, who had been sucking on her breasts.

“It means you have to make his hard-on go away before the viagra damages his dick,” Dean said with a huge smile.

“No! I’m not. I will never…” Beth stammered.

“Well. It’s not really my problem,” Dean said as he rolled Emily over on her stomach and positioned her so her face was down and her ass was up.

“But the longer he’s like that, the more tissue damage he’s going to have. Doctors might have to cut his dick off to save his life,” Dean added, purposely trying to trick Beth to suck off her son by her own choice.

Sure, Dean knew that he could just order her to, and she didn’t have the option to say no.

That was the original plan when they gave Patrick the viagra in the first place, but if she did it on her own?

That would be awesome!

Eddie and Brody were laughing.

Once again, they were in awe of Dean’s manipulation skills.

But everyone got very quiet when Beth started to make her way over to Patrick and take his hard cock in her hands.

Patrick looked directly at her and smiled.

Beth prayed to God that the roofie would make Patrick forget what she was about to do as she lowered her head down to his groin.

Dean had his cock inside Emily’s pussy, but he wasn’t moving.

He was entranced by what he was seeing.

Brody was just standing there and staring with his mouth open and his dick as hard as iron.

He had forgotten to breathe.

Eddie was recording the whole thing on his phone.

Wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, she took his whole 6 inches into her mouth until her son’s cock-head was in her throat.

Patrick grabbed her head and moved her blonde hair out of the way so he could see his cock going back and forth into her mouth.

Closing his eyes as he enjoyed the pleasure that his mother was giving him, he almost passed out again but coming alive when he felt his cock get squeezed as it passed the entrance of her throat, Patrick forced her head down, hard, and kept it there until Beth was gagging and had to come up for air.

She wanted to yell and scream at Patrick for that, but she didn’t dare speak to him out of fear that he might remember it more clearly.

“Slide him down, so he’s lying on the bed and then 69 him,” Eddie demanded, “I want to see you deep throat your son’s cock. Brody, grab his ankles and give her a hand.”

“Straddle his face and tell him to lick your pussy!” Dean added.

Beyond mortified, she put a pillow under Patrick’s head.

Then she straddled Patrick’s face and rubbed her pussy over his mouth.

“Lick my pussy, Patrick,” Beth said, barely getting the words out while she was looking at his purple-colored hard-on right in front of her face before taking it in her mouth.

Patrick reached up and massaged his mother’s full and soft ass with both his hands while kissing and licking her sopping wet pussy.

What happened when Beth felt the touch of her son’s tongue on her clit took her by surprise, and she moaned loudly around his cock in her mouth as she had an orgasm that left her legs shaking.

“No! No! NO!” she screamed in her drug-clouded mind, “My son did not just give me an orgasm!”

But he did.

And then another.

And then another.

Brody whispered something into Beth’s ear.

“Yell it,” Brody demanded as he backed away.

Beth yelled out, “Put your finger in my ass, Patrick! Fuck my ass with your fingers, honey!”

Soon, Patrick had one and then two fingers inside his Mom’s ass while he licked and sucked on her clit the way she verbally taught him the day before.

Dean was enjoying the view while slowly fucking an almost forgotten about Emily. At the same time, Brody had joined Eddie, taking pictures of the insanely hot mother/son incest performance in front of them.

Beth was so delirious and weakened by her string of orgasms that she barely noticed when Patrick’s cock started pulsating in her mouth, and she tasted her son’s hot cum on her tongue.

After seeing that, Dean grabbed Emily’s hips and started jackhammering himself into her until his cock spurted his cum inside her.

Dean started laughing at how quickly he had an orgasm, “Fuck! I didn’t expect to cum so quickly. Quite the show Fuck-Toy.”

Brody moved in and sat with his back against the headboard as he positioned Emily to face him with his cock in her pussy.

This position was so he could fuck her and suck on her tits while he could see Patrick still licking his Mom’s pussy.

“Who are...where am…..I don’t feel…..stop..please..that hurts,” Emily started to say as she held onto Brody’s head and tried to push him away as he was biting all over her breasts.

When Patrick stopped and Beth crawled off him, Brady suddenly got pissed.

He wanted to see Beth fuck her son while he was fucking Emily and sucking on her tits.

It was all he wanted from the moment he heard what was planned for this night.

“No! Fuck him now. Fuck your son!” he yelled at Beth.

As she said “No!” and was starting to get off the bed, Eddie grabbed her by her hair, twisted her around and pushed her back towards Patrick.

“You fucking cunt! Do as he says! Your son’s cock is still hard. Ride him, or I'll cut his balls off! You hear me cunt? You know I fucking will,” Eddie boomed at her.

“Ok! Yes! I will,” Beth whimpered as she straddled her son’s waist and held his still stiff and cum dripping cock in her hands as she rubbed it against her slit.

With a face covered in her pussy juice, Patrick’s hands were running all over her body and especially squeezing her tits.

Beth gasped as she lifted her hips and then slid her pussy down on her son’s cock.

“I want to suck your tits!” Patrick called out happily as he took a firm hold of each of them and pulled her down over his chest until he could suck on her erect nipples.

“Oh, fuck! Your pussy feels so good!” Patrick exclaimed, thinking that he was fucking Emily as Beth rocked her hips and fucked her teenage son.

Dean leaned in and spoke into Beth’s ear, “You hear that Fuck-Toy? Your son loves fucking you. Does his mouth on your tits feel familiar, too? Like, when he was a baby? Do you wish you were giving him milk?”

“I hate all of you!” Beth cried out as she fought to hold back an orgasm that she felt was building.

Eddie took that as an excellent moment to whip Beth on her back and ass with his belt.

WHAP!

“Argh!” she cried out from the first hit of the strap across her back that made her arch away from it and press her massive tits into Patrick’s face.

WHAP!

Across her ass, which made her hips move down and take all of Patrick’s cock in her pussy.

“Yes!” Patrick cried out, “Do that again!”

So Eddie did.

Over and over again.

Every time Beth was struck, she cried out, but her body’s movements of agony only brought her son pleasure.

Patrick was in heaven, and because Beth was thrashing around so much from the whipping, he had to use both hands to hold one of his mother’s tit in place as he sucked hard and bit down on her tits.

“Oh, honey! Not so hard on my nipple! Please! It hurts!” Beth begged her son.

Patrick only took his mouth away for a moment to say, “Faster, I’m going to cum!”.

At that, Dean joined in and whipped her back as Eddie whipped her ass.

As Patrick started to cum in his mother’s pussy he bit down so hard on one of her nipples that she screamed, and her breast started bleeding.

When she felt her son cum inside her, she collapsed on top of him, and he grabbed her head and started kissing her on the lips as he continued to enjoy her pussy’s heat around his cock.

Beth was too weak to pull her head away and let him put his tongue in her mouth as he French kissed her.

Through all this, Brody was entranced by witnessing one of his ultimate fantasies come true.

When Patrick started cumming in his mother’s pussy, he picked Emily up like she was a rag-doll and laid her on top of Beth’s back and fucked the little girl until Brody orgasmed inside her.

Brody’s cum dripped out of Emily’s pussy, fell down and mixed with Patrick’s, which was leaking out of Beth’s pussy.

Brody got out of bed, and Emily rolled off Beth’s back and fell on her face next to her.

Dean demanded that Beth stay on top of Patrick and keep kissing him until Patrick passed out.

“That was awesome, but now I’m ready to break this bitch’s ass!” Eddie announced.

As he got onto the bed, he reached out and grabbed Emily’s ankles and got her ass in the position that he wanted.

He took a big glob of Vaseline on two of his fingers and forced them both deep into Emily’s tiny, virgin asshole.

Eddie’s viagra enhanced 9-inch cock looked especially enormous as it was pointed at Emily’s little round ass.

“Emily! Emily, are you there? Are you awake?” Eddie asked her.

Brody lifted her head up by her hair and threw his drink into her face to wake her up.

“What? What’s happening, Daddy? Why are you punishing me?” Emily asked weakly.

“Daddy wants to fuck your ass, bitch! Beg Daddy to fuck your ass until it bleeds!” Eddie yelled as he started forcing his iron-hard cock into her ass.

Emily started screaming in agony and started to try to crawl forward on her hands and knees to escape, but Eddie held her hips and kept her in place.

“Daddy! No! I’ll be good!” Emily screamed.

Patrick had finally fallen asleep, and Beth rolled off him and stood unsteadily on her high-heels next to the bed.

She watched in horror at what Eddie was doing to Emily, but then looked down as she was distracted by feeling Patrick’s cum drip out of her pussy and slide down her thighs.

Not giving her any time to focus on what was happening, Dean held Beth’s arm and walked her to the other side of the bed and had her sit down with her legs spread in front of Emily.

“Shut her up by having her lick Patrick’s cum out of your pussy. I mean, she’s his girlfriend. It’s her job to eat his cum,” Dean said with a laugh.

Beth propped up her back with some pillows and then scooted herself forward so she could pull Emily’s mouth down into her pussy.

Emily was still screaming in pain, but since her lips were now pressed into Beth’s pussy the sound was muffled.

Beth couldn’t believe it, but she was starting to feel pleasure from Emily’s lips moving over her clit.

Soon, Beth’s drug-induced mind had no qualms about forcefully moving Emily’s head around as Beth lifted her hips to try to bring herself to orgasm.

Beth came two times like that before Eddie finished himself in Emily.

The heat and pressure Eddie felt with his cock buried in Emily’s ass were driving him wild.

Eddie was also mesmerized at how Emily’s little anal ring pulled out of her body a few inches each time Eddie almost pulled his cock out of her.

To him, it looked like an elastic that was just about to break, and Eddie wanted to see that happen.

But it didn’t.

No matter how hard Eddie fucked her or twisted his body around for different angles, Emily’s tiny anal ring miraculously survived his attack.

When Eddie finally came, he spurted so many times that he felt like he was pissing his cum in her ass.

“Yeah! Take that, you fucking stupid bitch!” Eddie yelled just before he punched Emily in the back of the head.

At that, Emily’s mouth and nose smashed into Beth’s pussy and applied so much sudden pressure to her clit that Beth had her third orgasm from using Emily’s mouth.

“Who’s next?” Eddie asked.

“That would be me,” Dean replied, “But I need a few minutes. Brody?”

Brody declined by shaking his head.

“How about some beer, Fuck-Toy. Unless you’re too busy using her mouth to get yourself off,” Dean said to Beth.

After Beth came back with the beers, they all took a break.

The boys commented on what had happened so far this night while Beth helped Patrick into a more comfortable position on the bed.

Emily was left lying face down next to him.

Her asshole was so swollen and tight that none of Eddie’s cum had leaked out.

Just then, Patrick woke up and got out of bed while saying that he had to take a piss as he started walking to the bathroom off the kitchen.

Brody said he wanted to see Patrick piss all over his mom, and the others agreed and followed him while dragging Beth with them.

Beth’s drugged mind allowed her to be more vocal in saying how much she hated the boys and how she wouldn’t do what they wanted, but it also took away all her inhibitions to not do whatever they asked.

She soon found herself on her knees in the downstairs shower with her mouth open and full of her son’s hot urine.

His cock was inches from her face as he pissed all over her.

The few moments that Patrick wasn’t pissing in her eyes, she was able to look up and see her son’s smiling angel-like face.

Brody followed Patrick, then Eddie and finally Dean.

Dean pissed more on her massive breasts.

He always loved the way his urine ran down and between her round globes and dripped off her hard nipples.

Dean told her to take a shower as he went back to ass-fuck Emily.

After Beth finished her shower and fixed her hair, she put her high-heels back on and looked at herself in the mirror as she put on her makeup.

She hated what she saw.

She hated herself.

She was a monster for allowing all this to happen for the past few weeks.

If Patrick remembered any of this….

She couldn’t let herself think any more about that.

It was too terrible to imagine.

When she got back to the TV room, what she saw should have shocked her, but she had become so numb from all the horrors of the night that she only looked at it from a clinical viewpoint.

Patrick was asleep on a reclining chair at the other end of the room.

Dean was just finishing what had obviously been a violent rape of Emily’s ass.

Eddie handed him the champagne bottle as he got off the bed, and Dean drank whatever was left in it.

Then Dean and Brody moved to either side of Emily, with each one holding one of her legs out so wide that it looked like she was doing a split.

Eddie was between her spread legs and started fucking Emily in her pussy with the champagne bottle.

He got 7-inches of the long-necked magnum bottle inside her and was pressing in for more, but the increasing bottle width was keeping it out.

Each time he pushed it in as far as he could, Emily would start screaming, only to stop as he slowly pulled it almost all the way out.

Emily screamed again as he rammed it forward into her.

Beth thought she heard a “Thunk” sound when the top of the bottle hit something solid inside the poor girl’s vagina.

Eddie did that several more times until they all heard the sickening “thunk” noise.

“What if I stood on the bed and kicked it in?” Eddie suggested.

“Fuck Eddie! No! What is wrong with you?” Dean replied while laughing and shaking his head.

Dean and Eddie switched places.

Dean pulled the bottle out of her pussy.

The top 2 inches of the bottle were covered in Emily’s blood.

Dean started to push it into her ass.

He got even less of the bottle into her ass, though.

The width at the middle was just too much for either of her holes to let in.

Beth tried to stay absolutely quiet.

She was suddenly overcome with terror as she feared that the boys would think to try that with her.

Unfortunately for Beth, Eddie called her over, and to her horror, said that he wanted to compare how much he could get into her pussy.

Beth stupidly thought about turning around and running away, but quickly realized that would only make it worse for her, so she slowly walked towards what she knew would be an agonizing experience.

But she was saved when Dean got a text on his phone.

“It’s Ross,” he told the boys as he left the bottle buried in Emily’s ass, put his underwear and shirt on, and went to open the front door.

The other two boys got partially dressed as well.

“Ross?” Beth thought, “Who the fuck is Ross?”

When Dean got back, he wasn’t alone.

With him was Ross, Dean’s drug dealer, and two other men named Amado and Lynch.

Ross was 5’11”, in good physical shape with black hair and a trimmed beard.

Amado was the muscle.

He was a massive 6’6” Mexican with a shaved head, and looked like he was strong enough to flip over a car.

Lynch looked like Ross, except that his hair was white, and he didn’t have a beard to hide any of the scars on his face from a lifetime of physical violence.

Lynch was Ross’s uncle and the source for all the drugs that he sold.

Ross fucked up an important drug deal recently, and although Lynch covered his ass, he didn’t let Ross forget it.

But Ross knew that Lynch had a huge fetish for blonde teenage girls, and when Dean offered Emily to him as a payment for drugs, he saw that as a chance to get back in good standing with his Uncle.

Ross was all smiles as he looked at the bottle in Emily’s ass and how gorgeous Beth looked standing there naked in heels.

“I thought you were full of shit, man. Fuck!” Ross said to Dean.

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. This good enough for our deal?” Dean asked.

Ross looked over at his Uncle, who was almost salivating as he looked at the prone naked body of the adorable blonde teenager on the bed, and Lynch slowly nodded yes.

When Lynch pointed at Amado, Amado pulled out his 9MM and yelled, “Everybody get the fuck out of the room now!”

Brody and Eddie quickly picked up Patrick under each arm and carried him through the door and into the living room while Ross walked behind Beth and rubbed her ass.

Amado stood outside the closed door to the TV room and stood guard.

Beth didn’t know what was happening, but even her drug-clouded mind knew that something potentially dangerous for everyone was going on.

Ross never took his hands off her body.

He was constantly squeezing her tits and ass.

“Hey, man. Let me have a go with her,” Ross said to Dean.

“That wasn’t part of the deal. Do you want to sweeten my side of the deal?” Dean asked sternly.

Knowing that overextending his supply was what got him in trouble with his Uncle in the first place, Ross dejectedly said, “No.”

“Don’t be a pussy. You’re going to get to fuck the little blonde after your Uncle is done with her,” Dean said.

“If there’s anything left of her,” Ross added.

Beth couldn’t help but ask, “What does that mean?”

“It means, sweet tits, that my Uncle is going to give her something to make her even more fucked up than the roofie did. No sleep for her. Every nerve she has is going to be firing. She’s going to feel and respond to everything he does to her ten times more than normal. Just be glad he didn’t bring any knives,” Ross told her as he gave Beth’s breasts a squeeze before pouring himself a drink.

Beth poured them all drinks and endured their constant touching and squeezing as they waited for Lynch to finish.

They all heard Emily screaming at the top of her lungs like she was being tortured for that whole time.

And then silence.

Everyone in the room wondered if she was dead, and then Amado got a text from Lynch telling him to come in.

They found Emily wide-eyed and awake in bed, on her back and covered in sweat.

They could see her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and she was breathing so fast it looked like she was hyperventilating.

Beth ran over to her and called out her name, but Emily didn’t respond or stop looking at the ceiling.

Emily had bruises all over her body, and her nipples and pussy were so red!

“Did Lynch light them on fire?” Beth’s drugged mind went crazy trying to figure out what Lynch had done to Emily.

Lynch looked at Dean and asked, “Is that her mom or something? She’ll be alright. I just gave her something to counteract what I gave her earlier. It will take a few more minutes.”

Lynch took Beth by her arm, and after telling her that he needed a drink, they walked out into the living room.

Ross and Amado quickly stripped and fell on Emily like two wolves on a fresh kill.

Soon, they were spit-roasting her with Ross in her pussy and Amado fucking her mouth.

After Ross came inside her, they switched positions.

Amado fucked the petite blonde from behind with his monstrous 10-inch cock.

Amado was so large and strong, and Emily was so petite; she was suspended in the air as Amado lifted her by her hips as he fucked her.

Beth and Lynch came back into the room and quietly watched Emily’s ongoing rape.

Lynch stood behind Beth and gently kissed her shoulder while sliding his finger into her asshole and told her to get ready for a sight.

After Ross came down her throat, Amado kept his cock in her pussy and lifted her up like a doll by her breasts.

He walked around the room holding her like that as he used his grip on both her breasts to lift her body up and down to fuck her on his cock.

Amado wrapped both his arms around Emily’s breasts and squeezed hard as his cock shot his cum inside her.

He held her like that for a while until Emily started turning blue from lack of air, and his softening dick fell out of her pussy.

Using both hands, he lifted her up over his head and walked her to the end of the pull-out bed.

Her body was held so high that several times Emily’s nipples scraped along the popcorn ceiling.

Beth expected him to throw Emily onto the bed.

But then, with a mighty heave, Amado threw Emily’s naked body entirely over it.

She hit the wall above the bed so hard that the drywall cracked in several places before she landed on the mattress.

Beth, Dean, Brody and even Eddie stood there with their mouths open in shocked disbelief.

With a smile, Lynch had Beth clean the taste of her ass off his soiled finger with her mouth, said goodnight and left Beth’s house with Ross and Amado close behind.

The four of them walked over to Emily, fearing the worst.

But when Emily started crying, they knew that she was alive at least.

Eddie didn’t give a shit about her condition and took off his underwear and started to fuck her again.

Beth sat down on a chair and stared at the floor in total shock while Dean and Brody went to wake up Patrick.

“Who was that? What was that all about?” Beth asked out loud to anyone who would hear her.

“That was the guy I get my weed and ecstasy from. I used Emily tonight to buy myself enough for a few months,” Dean replied.

When Beth felt a hand on her shoulder and an erect dick pressing into her cheek, she immediately opened her mouth and started sucking it without even looking at who it belonged to.

She felt two hands run through her blonde hair and then wrap around the back of her head.

With a sudden shove, the cock-head hit the back of her throat and made her start to gag.

The hands in her hair pulled her head back until the cock was free from her mouth, and then Beth heard Dean say, “Slap her and tell your Mom to suck your cock.”

Just as Beth realized whose cock it was that she was sucking, she felt the stinging blow from Patrick’s hand as her son struck her hard across her face.

SLAP!

Beth’s hair was covering her face, so she didn’t see the second one coming.

SLAP!

“No!” she cried out with tears in her eyes as Patrick hit her a third, then a fourth time and then a fifth time.

With his mind full of the frustrating memory of when Emily took his cock out of her mouth, Patrick yelled at her, “Suck my cock, Mom!”

Hearing him call her “Mom” shocked her more than the slaps.

“No! Patrick, stop!” Beth begged her son.

Dean spoke again, “Looks like this bitch isn’t doing what you’re asking. You should spank her until she begs you to fuck her.”

With a sudden lust in his eyes, Patrick pulled his Mom to her feet by her hair, and with Dean’s help, they both pushed her face down on the bed next to Eddie and Emily.

“Yeah!” Patrick yelled out as Brody handed him his belt and directed Patrick to start whipping Beth on her thighs, ass and back.

Dean grabbed her ankles and Brody her wrists to keep her in place.

Whack! Whack! WHACK! WHACK!...

Harder and harder.

Faster and faster.

Patrick whipped his own mother from her ankles, up her calves and thighs, her ass and back.

But mostly on her full, round ass until it was streaked with red.

Dean had him stop and told Beth to beg Patrick to fuck her.

“Tell him to fuck his mother!” Dean yelled at her.

With tears from both pain and humiliation, Beth said, “Please fuck Mommy’s pussy, Patrick. Fuck Mommy’s pussy and make me cum.”

Brody and Dean rolled Beth over on her back, and Patrick practically jumped between his Mom’s outstretched legs.

Eddie had left his cock buried inside Emily’s pussy to watch the whipping, but when Patrick started fucking Beth, he started fucking Emily again.

The two females were getting fucked in the same position, but only one showed any sign of life.

Emily just lay there like a broken doll, but Eddie didn’t care.

He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of cumming in her one last time.

Which he did and then stood up to enjoy the fuck show Beth and Patrick were putting on.

Brody took Eddie’s place and started fucking Emily again while constantly looking at Patrick fuck his mom.

Patrick had a death grip on both of his mom’s enormous breasts and was kissing her deeply on the mouth while Beth gripped her son’s ass and kept pulling him deep into her pussy with every thrust.

Eventually, Beth felt Patrick’s cock spurt his sperm into her for a second time as he collapsed on top of her and passed out.

Eddie and Brody were done for the night, got dressed, and left.

But Dean got into bed next to Emily, stroked her hair, and kissed her lips.

It occurred to him that no one had bothered to even kiss this girl.

He thought that she was really cute.

Then he started to kiss her breast that was closest to him and gently licked her bright red and swollen nipple until it hardened up under his tongue.

He wanted to see, after all the abuse that she endured, if he could make her cum.

Emily was moaning pitifully, but Dean couldn’t tell if it was from what he was doing or just that she was in pain.

Her legs were spread, and he saw that Eddie’s cum was oozing out of her pussy.

Dean wasn’t touching that, but he gently ran the tip of his finger over her fire-red clit and smiled when Emily gasped.

He had brought a bottle of tequila to the bed with him, and he poured out a little into Emily’s open mouth and watched her swallow it.

Then he dripped some on her nipple and sucked it off.

He tapped Beth on her shoulder and told her to kiss Emily’s other breast and nipple like he was.

With a groan, Beth moved Patrick’s body off her and curled up next to Emily while Dean dripped the liquor on her other nipple.

After a few moments of gentle touching, Emily made sounds that grew increasingly like pleasure.

“Lick her pussy, but gently. I want you to make her cum. And then we’re done for the night.” Dean told Beth.

Beth ignored how the taste of Eddie’s cum in Emily’s pussy made her sick and concentrated as best she could on bringing Emily pleasure.

In a few minutes, Emily was clearly moaning with joy, not pain.

“Oh, Mr. Adams…...thank you, Daddy,” Emily repeated a few times before she arched her back and cried out as Beth sucked on her clit and Dean sucked on her tits.

The sun was starting to rise, and the morning light was coming in the windows by this point.

Dean got dressed and, with a sarcastic smile, wished Beth good luck with Emily today.

He also reminded her that they now had pics and videos of her fucking her own son, so she needed to remember what was at stake and do all they asked.

Beth nodded her head and told him that she understood.

Dean kissed her passionately on the lips for a long time before he left.

As always, Beth was confused by Dean’s ability to switch from absolute brutality to a loving persona.

She washed Emily from head to toe with a warm, soapy towel and then cleaned and rearranged the room to make it look like the two kids had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

Beth put pillows under their heads and covered them both with a clean sheet.

She folded Emily’s clothes and put them on a table where she could easily see them.

She tossed Patrick’s clothes onto the recliner.

Beth then purposely laid the champagne bottle on the bed, so they would both see that it was empty and would hopefully assume they had gotten drunk from it.

Beth then got some pills from a strong Percocet pre***********ion that Chris had left over from a back injury.

She crushed two up in a spoon with a bit of orange juice and put it into Emily’s mouth.

Then, after propping Emily up, she had her drink a full glass of orange juice before laying her back down on her pillow.

Beth didn’t like drugging her, but also didn’t want Emily waking up in agony and wanting to go home right away.

The day after the Emily all-nighter rape fest

(Saturday morning: Blackmail Day 22)

Beth let herself sleep for a few hours on the living room couch before sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and waiting for Patrick and Emily to wake up.

She heard the door to the TV room open and saw Patrick stumble out and head for the bathroom.

The house was so quiet she could hear Patrick’s urine hitting the water in the toilet, and it triggered the memory of him pissing on her face several hours earlier.

Even the coffee she was drinking now tasted like his piss to her.

“Good morning, sleepy-head,” Beth said with a desperate smile when he finished and came back into the kitchen.

She had to put down the coffee cup because her hand was shaking badly.

Beth was terrified that Patrick would remember anything about her from last night.

He only looked at his Mom and shyly smiled as he said, “Good morning, Mom.”

“Is Emily awake yet?” Beth asked.

“Not yet,” he replied.

“Did you two have a good time last night?” she asked with another forced smile.

“Mom! Come on. Yeah, it was good. I think it was awesome.” Patrick said with his face beaming with joy.

“You think?” Beth asked him.

“It’s all kinda hazy, which stinks, but that’s not your fault. Thank you so much. It was all perfect.” Patrick told his Mom.

“Hazy?” Beth thought, suddenly getting angry that he had no good memories with Emily. “So my son’s memories of his first time are hazy? That’s actually good considering who his first time was, but horrible that those are the “first-time” memories at all. And that he’ll have for the rest of his life.”

“Well, that’s good. That’s what I wanted to hear,” Beth said cautiously, waiting to hear her son say anything about remembering being with her, too.

But he didn’t.

Patrick just drank his juice and went back to lie down with Emily.

About twenty minutes later, “Mom, Emily needs to talk to you,” Patrick said to his Mom with a look of concern on his face.

When Beth asked Patrick for details before going in, he just shrugged.

Beth walked into the TV room and found Emily, covered by a blanket, lying on the pull-out bed.

“You ok, honey? Patrick said that you need to talk to me.” Beth asked her while she noticed several hickey marks on both sides of Emily’s neck.

Emily didn’t say anything right away, but then said, “I’m not feeling too well. I….hurt a lot from last night.”

Oh shit! Here we go.” Beth thought.

“Well, it often hurts from the first time…” Beth started to say as she had rehearsed all morning.

Emily cut her off and said, “It wasn’t my, I mean, it’s more than that. My vagina feels...torn...deep inside? Like into my stomach?”

Beth glanced over at the long neck of the empty champagne bottle on the bed and knew exactly why Emily’s vagina hurt as badly as she said it did.

“My arms and legs….my breasts are so sore. And my bottom…..” Emily didn’t finish.

I know, honey. I saw it all. Those fucking animals! Beth said to herself.

“I...don’t know what happened. We were having so much fun. We got naked. We were kissing. He kissed me….down there. It felt wonderful. I must have fallen asleep. Why can’t I remember anything after that? Why did Patrick do this to me?” Emily asked with anguish in her voice as she started crying.

No! No! NO! No fucking way is my son taking the blame for any of this! No fucking way! Beth yelled in her mind.

“Emily. A lot of things happened last night. I tried to make things special for both of you. The champagne bottle is empty. You both must have finished it and gotten drunk. Sometimes when people are drunk, they forget things.” Beth began.

“That’s no excuse for him to do what he did to me! I hurt all over!” Emily started to yell.

“I need to flip this fast! Use her twisted Daddy issues against her,” Beth plotted.

“No. It’s not. But I didn’t go upstairs right away last night. I heard you say a few things to Patrick. You asked him to… I’m sorry, but I’m just going to say it. You asked him to bite your breasts. To slap you. You were calling Patrick “Mr. Adams” and “daddy” and asking him to punish you. As I was walking away, I heard you asking him for anal sex,” Beth lied.

At the mention of “daddy” and “Mr. Adams,” Emily stopped crying.

“Did I ask for all of this? Anal sex too?” All Emily could think of now was when Mr. Adams had his finger up her asshole. “Did I ask Patrick to do that too? Did Patrick think I meant his penis?”

“It’s ok, Emily. It’s fun to let yourself get a little crazy when having sex. It’s also very common for a girl your age to fantasize about her father and older men like Mr. Adams. It sounds like Patrick did everything that you asked him to. Maybe he was too drunk to know he was hurting you, but he was only trying to make you happy.” Beth purposely blamed Emily for all of her physical pain while staring at Emily’s face, wondering if what she said worked.

It did.

“Mrs. Stone heard me calling Patrick my daddy???” Emily thought.

She was so embarrassed.

Emily was ashamed of herself and no longer blamed Patrick for anything.

“You’re probably in a lot of pain from when you fell down last night, too,” Beth said.

“I fell down?” Emily asked, feeling very confused.

“Yes, I heard a loud bang and the sound of something breaking. When I came downstairs, you had fallen in the bathroom. You fell over the toilet and into the tub, knocking over the table. At the time, you said that you were ok, but I’m guessing that you’re feeling the pain now. Yes, I can see the bruises on your arms and legs. It was a really bad fall,” Beth said, trying to give Emily reasons for why she was feeling the way she did.

Beth knew where the bruises came from and couldn’t get the memory of Emily being thrown across the room and the sickening sound of her body hitting the wall out of her mind.

“What do you remember from last night? After Patrick...kissed your vagina? Any images or sounds?” Beth asked, probing Emily for memories and trying to find out how to protect her son from being accused of anything.

At that, Emily smiled and said, “That felt wonderful, actually, when he did that. I remember feeling that way again a few times later, too, so he must have done it again. But nothing else, nothing but pain. I remember crying and….screaming? Was I dreaming? I remember dreaming about kissing...a girl….with really big boobs? I remember…..an angry devil face wanting to hurt me. I remember dreaming that I was flying. I feel like I...I don’t know. It’s all a jumbled mess.”

“It’s ok, honey. It sounds like you had bad nightmares, too. That sometimes happens after drinking a lot. Are you bleeding? Either from your vagina or your...butt? Beth asked delicately.

“Oh my god, I don’t think so. Why would I be bleeding from my...” Emily replied but stopped.

Emily had to keep the secret that Mr. Adams had already taken her virginity.

“The pain could also be your period starting. You could be feeling cramps,” Beth said, trying to fill Emily’s mind with as many reasons as she could to get Emily away from blaming Patrick for anything.

“Let me take a look, and then I can give you something for the pain,” Beth suggested.

With a sigh, Emily lowered the blanket to reveal her breasts.

They were swollen and covered in bruises and bite marks, and her nipples looked raw and red.

The crushing pressure from the pliers left them temporarily looking mangled.

“What the hell did that old man do to her nipples, anyway?” Beth thought angrily.

After Emily moved the blanket down further, Beth saw that both her vagina and asshole were incredibly swollen but not bleeding, which Beth thought was amazing considering how terribly Emily had been raped in both holes last night.

Beth didn’t see anything that Emily wouldn’t be able to explain away if her mother saw her body in the next few days.

Seeing it again, Beth was unable to keep the memories of putting her own lips on Emily’s soft pussy and licking her until it was soaking wet out of her mind.

Beth could remember how Emily moved her body in response to when Beth licked her pussy, and how Emily tasted.

Thinking back, having sex with Emily was the only moments of joy that Beth got from last night.

Beth put her palm over Emily’s forehead and lied, saying that she might have a fever too.

After covering Emily back up, Beth went to the kitchen and got her a glass of orange juice and one of her valium pills and another Percocet pill like before.

On the counter next to the glass of OJ were the two open paper packets of Rohypnol.

Beth stared at them and then tapped any remaining powder from each into Emily’s glass of juice.

“Try to get some sleep, honey. I’ll check in on you later.” Beth said, feeling horrible about manipulating Patrick’s girlfriend in this way.

She knew that each of these pills alone was far too strong for Emily’s weight, and combined with the added traces of roofie powder, would definitely knock her out, but she wanted to give Emily’s body some time to heal while she slept all day.

And if Beth followed through with what she had planned next, getting Emily doped up would give Patrick a chance to have some real and not imagined sexual moments with her if he really doesn’t remember anything from last night.

Back in the kitchen, Beth found her son making a smoothie for Emily and himself.

“Did you want a smoothie, Mom?” he asked her.

“I might have Emily’s. She’ll probably be asleep before you finish making it. Patrick, what do you remember from last night? Honestly. Tell me everything. I’m not going to judge anything that you tell me. It will let me help her better,” Beth said.

“Help her with what? Is she ok?” Patrick asked, suddenly concerned.

“She’s in a little pain and doesn’t know why. It’s very common for girls after having sex for the first time, though. You two did have sex after drinking the champagne, right?” Beth asked, trying to control the narrative of what Patrick remembered.

“Yeah! We got naked, and I did some of the things you suggested. She seemed to really like it. So thanks for that,” he said while smiling.

Beth smiled back weakly, remembering how Patrick had used her own oral sex advice on herself to make her cum multiple times last night.

“After that, things get hazy. I remember her using…..” Patrick paused, feeling very embarrassed talking to his Mom like this.

“It’s ok, Patrick. Just this once, I need to know in detail what you remember. It will help me to help Emily. She’s upset. I won’t ever ask again if you don’t want to tell me,” Beth said, encouraging him to talk.

“She used her mouth on me like I did to her. It was awesome!” Patrick said with his face beaming with joy.

Beth smiled back, but she was dying inside, hearing him say that, knowing that it was really her mouth that he remembered fucking.

“We had normal sex too. She was on top. It’s weird, though. I remember her boobs being so much bigger than they are. And a lot softer too. Really weird. Does champagne make you remember things differently?” Patrick asked.

“Yes! Sometimes. I mean, yes, it does,” Beth said, hoping to convince him that was true and very glad that her own breasts were well covered up at the moment.

“Well, she was amazing. She was so soft and smelled so nice. Actually, she smelled a lot like you. Mom. I’m really embarrassed to say this, but you said that she’s in pain. I might know why,” Patrick said.

Beth was relieved that he dropped by, remembering her perfume and tried to prepare herself for whatever Patrick was about to say.

“The second time that I was kissing her...down there...she begged me to put my fingers up her….” Patrick couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Bottom?” Beth suggested, knowing that it was she who had asked Patrick to do that to her with his fingers.

“Yes! Her bottom,” Patrick said, thankful for the more polite word. “Doesn’t that hurt sometimes. I’ve heard that it can hurt, I think.”

“Yes. I’ve heard that too,” Beth said quietly in shame while remembering the feeling of pain from Patrick’s two fingers forcing themselves inside her ass while he licked her pussy.

Beth couldn’t believe what she was about to say to Patrick, but the thought that all his memories from his first time having sex were false and actually with her broke her heart, and she wouldn’t stand for it. Not when there was an easy way for him to make some great real memories in the next room.

“Hopefully, if this works, these new memories with Emily today will replace any memories he has with me from last night,” thought Beth.

She also assumed that Patrick and Emily wouldn’t be dating anymore after what happened this weekend, and he would need those memories to help get over her.

“But that’s not the case with Emily. Late last night, I came downstairs to get a drink, and I heard Emily begging you to...I’m just going to say it, begging you to have anal sex with her. I couldn’t help but hear you two, and from the sounds of it, she really liked it. So she might be in pain, but it was something she wanted you to do. Do you remember having anal sex with her?” Beth probed.

Patrick looked so sad that it broke Beth’s heart when he said, “No. Not at all.”

“That’s ok. You can do it again with her in a few minutes. But right now, though, you’re missing one of the best times about having a girlfriend. The morning-after-making-love time. What you should do now is to go in there and lie down with her. Wrap your arms around her and let your hands roam and explore her body. Kiss her everywhere you want. Women love that.” Beth told him.

“What if she’s sleeping?” he asked.

“She won’t mind,” Beth paused, hating herself and not believing where she was going with this. “For women, having sex when they’re sleeping can be amazing too. You should try it with Emily now. She’ll either not remember or thank you. If she doesn’t remember what you do with her today, though, you should probably not mention it to her at all. Just enjoy it and keep it all to yourself. And Patrick, we all know now that she likes anal. There’s something called KY. It’s a fluid that you put on your penis to help you enter her… bottom. That way, it won’t hurt her. Let me get some for you so you can try it again. It will make it easier for both of you.” Beth said as she went upstairs to her bedroom to get some.

Patrick could not believe he was having this type of conversation with his Mom, but it felt so natural and really helpful.

The fact that he’s had a half-hard-on all morning made it a lot easier for him to listen and pay attention too.

And he was more than willing to have any kind of conversation with his Mom if it meant that he was about to have anal sex with Emily “again.”

Patrick opened up the door to the entertainment room and looked at Emily lying naked on her stomach on the pull-out bed.

The blanket had moved and was balled up underneath her, and one of her legs was spread over it.

He had a perfect view of her little butt.

Emily had the type of ass that naturally spread out to always reveal her tiny little light-brown butt-hole.

That, plus the way she was positioned, looked like she was offering her ass to him for another fuck.

He got into bed with her and started rubbing her ass cheeks and spreading them apart to look at how her asshole stretched.

Emily only painfully moaned in response to his touch, which, to Patrick, sounded like she was getting aroused.

He ran his finger along her slit a few times until it was wet, and then brought it to his mouth to taste her.

His cock was so hard now that it was starting to hurt him.

Patrick had no way of knowing that he was still under the effects of the two viagra he was given several hours earlier.

So he pulled down his pajama bottoms to expose his cock and gently pressed the head against her asshole.

Just then, he heard his mother cough and then speak to him from the doorway, “Patrick, I suggested going slow.”

Patrick jumped in surprise and quickly covered himself, “Sorry. That viagra you gave me is still making my penis so hard it hurts.”

Hearing that steeled Beth’s resolve to continue giving Patrick real happy sex memories.

“It’s ok. Sex is both crazy and wonderful at the same time, and this has been an especially crazy weekend.” Beth said as she handed him the bottle of KY and stopped to stare at Emily like the petite blonde teen was some kind of sacrificial animal.

“Coat your penis with this before...putting it in. You can’t use too much. She’s very beautiful, you know. Be gentle,” Beth said, feeling her soul die as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

After his mother closed the door, Patrick poured some KY over his dick just before pressing his cock into Emily’s tiny asshole.

It was difficult, and Patrick had to really force it hard to get it inside her.

He didn’t know that the tight fit was because her asshole was incredibly swollen from being raped multiple times by six hard cocks last night.

Had Patrick known how badly he was hurting her, he would have been a lot gentler, but he didn’t.

Patrick was only encouraged by Emily’s constant moaning while moving her legs around and grabbing the blanket.

She was unconsciously trying to get away from him, but Patrick thought she was getting off on what he was doing to her.

Soon, he was doing what he had recently seen in a porn movie and was lying on Emily’s back with her legs between his own.

This position allowed him to plunge his entire cock directly into her asshole at the best angle with the most strength.

When he came in her ass, Patrick thought it was the most wonderful feeling that he had ever felt, and he just lay there on top of her and didn’t move as he enjoyed the moment.

His cock never softened.

Patrick rolled Emily over on her back, lay between her legs, and started sucking on her tits.

He was amazed at how red her nipples were!

The bright color didn’t resemble anything he had seen in pictures or movies online.

Emily had tears of pain in her eyes from their anal sex and from what he was doing to her tortured breasts, but Patrick just thought they were tears of joy.

He mounted her pussy and started fucking her with slow strokes as he enjoyed the sight of her firm tits, only shaking slightly as he slid in and out of her.

Patrick fucked the unconscious Emily in her pussy and asshole so many times that morning that his cock was raw and sore for the rest of the day.

Later, while Patrick was fucking Emily in the ass for the second time, Beth got a call from Emily’s Mom.

Beth almost had a panic attack, wondering what she wanted.

But her mom said that she had tried calling Emily, but it went to voicemail, and she figured that her daughter’s phone was off or something. She explained to Beth that she met a great guy last night and that they were going out tonight too. And if it wasn’t too much trouble, could Emily stay one more night?

Beth couldn’t believe her luck!

Another 24 hours for Emily to heal before going home.

She told Emily’s mom that it was no trouble at all and wished her a good night.

It was almost 2:00 PM before Emily woke up and found Patrick curled up behind her and gently kissing her shoulder.

Her head was dizzy, but the drugs Beth gave her kept her from feeling too much pain or stress.

She told Patrick that she was hungry, and they both got up out of bed.

Despite knowing that Patrick had already seen her naked, she was very embarrassed as she dressed before him.

She noticed Patrick’s partial erection as she watched him get dressed and remembered holding it in her hand and putting it in her mouth, but nothing else about it.

Beth made them all lunch and told Emily how her mother had asked if she could stay another night.

Emily didn’t really want to, but the pre***********ion drugs that Beth had given her were keeping her loopy enough not to argue about anything.

Beth wanted to give Emily more pain meds, but also wanted her awake and happy with Patrick, so she gave her an ecstasy pill whenever she complained of feeling sore.

That worked out very well, and Emily and Patrick had a wonderful day curled up together under a blanket and watching movies while it rained all day.

A few times, as they were watching TV, the now always horny Patrick reached up under Emily’s T-shirt and massaged her breasts or got his hands under her pants and between her legs.

Emily was drugged just enough to let him do whatever he wanted, so long as he didn’t touch her nipples too much.

After some insistence, Patrick convinced her to give him a blowjob.

It was a quick one, and much to Patrick’s disappointment, Emily pulled her head away before he finished cumming in her mouth.

Patrick wouldn’t let that happen the next time.

End of Blackmailed and Raped Mother pt1 of 4

---