Emily Miles Davis sat on her bed holding the lineup. Similar in size to a credit circuit card, it was grey with the letters"VB"entwined in a holographic range of a function in the centre, which seemed to orbit as it caught the light. It was beautiful she thought. Emily had no idea what the alphabetic character meant, but she knew what the card was. It was a rank card for a very exclusive club. A sex club.

The banner across the top of the bill of fare read"The Secret lifespan"and had a minuscule red marrow next to it with a tiny letter"F"inside, which Emily assumed stood for"Female ”, as it was a"female person"who had dropped it in the shop where she worked. Initially believing it to be a course credit card, Emily went after the woman, but when she realised what she held, she deftly pocketed it and returned to her counter.

The"secret Life"golf club was a well-established venue in the urban center where Emily lived, and carried a dubius reputation. The clientele were secretive and anonymous, and the lieu had been raided on more than one affair amid call of whoredom and other unsavoury praxis. But no evidence had ever been found, and the guild was allowed to boom. This did not stop the rumour grinder however, and many shocking fib of what went on in the guild, had reached Emily's ears. At number 1 shocking, and then exciting her. She passed the club twice a day on her journey to and from work, and she had always longed to see inside, and now she had the way to do so. But dare she ?

She knew that the membership batting order would soon be reported as lost, so she only had a very small window of chance. It had to be now.

Pulling the bottom drawer open of her bedside table, Emily took a low packet and placed it on the bed. Hiding it from her parents was paramount. They were nothing if not strait laced, and she didn ` t relish the awkward conversation that would ensue if she were confronted with her picayune purchase. She mentally chastised herself for her cowardice. She was Twenty-One eld old, and perfectly entitled to wear upon whatever she chose. But still she hid.

It had taken her three whole weeks to soak up the courage to recruit the shop, and she had quickly left without buying when she saw what was inside. Although there were lots of fairly lingerie in the window, it was a sex shop in all but name, with single-foot of magazines and sex toys openly displayed. The lingerie section was at the back, but she never made it. Embarrassed beyond impression, she turned around and headed straight back out. There were men inside, and she remembered their wry grin and entertained expressions. She didn ` t know what was going through their brain and decided that she didn ` t wish to know. It was seedy and horrible.

But it was the only place in townsfolk where she could buy what she wanted. postal service order was out of the question to avoid nosy parents, so she had to go back.

Steeling herself, she headed straight for the lingerie. There were no former customers there, and it became apparent that the male customers made it no further than the erotica mags and sex toys. The chain of mountains was extended, and ran from the pretty, sexy, stuff, to the more extreme fetish wear. She knew that her intimate experience with men had gone no further than the occasional bollix up, but why would a grown woman want to dress up as Alice in Wonderland ? Emily found it all off-the-wall and confusing, but she knew what she wanted.

She selected three bodysuits, each more revealing than the last. The sensible section of her genius was telling her to go modest, but her"Inner Whore"as she called it, won out and she went extreme.

Now, alone in her bedroom, she stood naked before the mirror. Her"C"cup bosom stood proud and firm with little or no sag, and the fat lips of her shaved pudenda, nestled sweetly between her muscular thighs. She hated the thought of pilus between her legs and had begun shaving it as soon as it started to come out at age 11. Her kitty was senior high school slung and prominent, with a significant tear, and she wondered if that was completely normal. It looked almost swollen. She ran her fingers lightly over the soft flesh and felt a associate tingling pass through her dead body. After almost being raped by a drunken reveller at a New Year's Eve party, she had turned her back on sex and contented herself with her fingers when affair got too lots, and things were getting too much a lot lately. She thought.

Her sex parkway had returned with a payback, and she knew that if didn ` t get fucked soon, she was going to go insane. certainly, she could get laid anytime she wanted, but sex against a bulwark, or in a car, had never appealed, and she wanted her first sentence to be exceptional, memorable even. She needed someone who knew what they were doing, and that eliminated virtually every male she currently knew.

Emily stepped into the body stocking, and pulled it to her waist, marvelling at how well the stocking cupped her pussycat. She pulled it up, over her nipple, then slipped her blazonry through the thin shoulder strap. She looked stunning. The body stocking, she had chosen, was made entirely out of lightlessness fishnet, and was completely see through. She loved the way it crushed her nipple to her thorax and she noticed how her solidifying nipples now pushed through the strappy fabric demanding tending. She could probably feature done with a slightly larger size, but she liked the way it encased her organic structure, and especially the way it supported her tits.

She flopped back onto the bed spreading her legs before the mirror. The hole in the cloth seemed larger over her pussy. She grinned to herself as she realised why that was. It was big enough to enable a man's putz to take place through. She could be fucked while wearing it. She pulled the textile taut over her ass hole and realized that there was a larger hole there too. She almost blushed at the thought.

She clutched at her pap and rubbed the medal of her hands over her swollen nipples. She longed to have a mouth thrashing and sucking at her titmouse. What would it feel like ? She had tried sucking her own tits, but it was hopeless. something was missing.

roll onto her stomach, she pulled her knees to her chest lifting her ass in the air and began a mollify stroking motion along the full length of her prick. She teased the tight rosebud of her Anus, before pushing into the hot slippery pickle of her puss. She made lazy circles at the entering before delving a footling cryptical to the tight rubbery sealskin of her Hymen.

She had been in this status many times, and each prison term had been tempted to plunge her fingerbreadth deep into her Virgo snatch, and each time she had baulked. She wondered if she could do it now, but no. She contented herself instead, with a mollify clit rub. The rupturing of her Hymen would pass off soon enough she reasoned, possibly as soon as tonight.

The consider both excited and terrified her. Would it offend ? Would she bleed ? Would she even be expected to have full sex, or could she get away with some touching and smooching ?

She didn ` t imagine so. None of the stories she had heard had ever mentioned those things, and she knew that she had to be prepared for matter to get sonorous. Very heavy indeed.

She felt the first butterflies in her stomach, and sat on the bed, all thoughts of her impending sexual climax now gone. The micro text on the back of the card stated that only nudity and/or fetish article of clothing was permitted in the club, but luckily, she had a large oceanic abyss coating to go over the body stocking which should suffice.

What the hell are you doing Emily ? She thought to herself. This is crazy, reckless, dangerous even. If things were to go legal injury, nobody would know where she was, and nobody could assist her. She was on her own.

She knew that the chances were that she would never even get into the baseball club, and that reassured her a piffling, but knew that she had to try. If she let this opportunity pass her by she would never forgive herself. It most certainly would not come up again.

It was Saturday night, so she knew that the clubhouse would most likely be busy. Hopefully she could lose herself in the crew. Emily took a late, nervous breath and started to get ready.

…

Emily had the cab drop her a street away from the club, to kick in her metre to compose herself, and to ensure her anonymity. The metropolis centre was interfering, with former even reveller heading to the topical anaesthetic pub and clubs, and Emily eased through the laughing throng, before standing with trepidation before the turgid oak door which led into the club. There was a charismatic placard reviewer on the wall to the left of the door, and Emily ran the membership poster quickly through it, fully expecting a red spark. The lightness turned unripened, and the door opened with a gentle click.

Emily was confronted with a lush, cryptic red carpeted staircase leading to the first floor. The walls were mirrored, and she caught wad of a very anxious Emily staring back at her. The staircase opened into a small reception country, with a frumpy looking, middle-aged woman seated behind the desk.

"Card please."She murmured, as she absentmindedly struggled with her crossword.

Emily handed it over. The woman examined it in some detail, as if it was the start one she had ever seen. Emily had an almost flood out desire to go off, but somehow stood her ground."Need any help. You know, with the crossword. I ` m not bad."

The fair sex looked at Emily in bemusement."I just need to scan you in. I won't be a moment."Then she disappeared into a back room.

Emily rolled her eyes to the heavens. Idiot ! changeling ! Idiot ! You ` re in a sex club and you ` re oblation to help the receptionist with her piece of tail crossword ! For ass sake Em !

The earpiece rang in weenie Chapmans role."Hi Frank, it ` s Sue from reception."

"Bloody hell, I know it ` s Sue from reception because your epithet comes up on my phone, yet you still feel the need to bloody well narrate me."

"Mr Grumpy. Anyway, we have a situation down here. There ` s a Lester Willis Young woman trying to get in on a stolen carte du jour. The initials on the card are VB."

"veronica Bernstein."

"The one and only. V ` s already inside. I issued her with a new calling card only an hour ago."

"And you didn ` t recollect to cancel the old one ?"

"For screw sake Frank, of form I did ! But she came in through the front door. You know how dicey that wit reader is. You could get in with a crashing Costco card."

This was unfeigned, thought hotdog. He had been meaning to get it fixed, but the veritable clientele now used the fundament entrance to debar prying eyes.

"What do you mean ? Another reporter ?"

"What else."Replied Sue."She certainly looks the part."

Frank flipped the CCTV to the camera overlooking response. Sue was good, she did wait the part. Trench pelage, nervous. Just another young reporter trying to defecate a name for herself. Frank sighed. Ever since the existence of the social club had become vernacular knowledge he had been besieged by the fuckers. They had tried everything to get at bottom and had even rented the construction antonym to see who went in and out. commencement the local rag, and then the nationals.

"Sue have Jermaine lookup her. If he finds any cameras, wire notepads etc, have him hold her into the street. And I mean throw."

Jermaine was one of the chucker-out, or doormen as they liked to be called now. Completely trustworthy and well paid to remain so.

A bit later the phone rang again.

"Hi, Frank, it ` s Sue fr-."

"For shag sake Sue."Interrupted Frank.

"She ` s clean Frank. nada on her."

"Nothing ?"

"Not a thing."

"You ` re sure as shooting ?"Replied frankfurter, a eminence of incredulity in his voice. There had to be.

"weenie she ` s virtually naked. Unless she ` s got a camera stuffed up her wotsit, she ` s clean."

A possibility, considered dog. Cameras were small these years."You ` re sure Jermaine's been thorough ? ”.

Sue chuckled."Too rightfield he has ! She ` s been well felt up, the perv !"

What to do."Sue let her in. We need to have intercourse what her secret plan is."

"No frankfurter you can ` t It ` s-"

"It ` s poise Sue. I ` ll sort it."dog replaced the recipient, pondering his side by side move.

Emily was mortified. The doorman's mitt had been everywhere, and now she stood alone in reception awaiting the receptionist, wearing nothing but her bodysuit. Had she had her pelage, she would have bolted no question, but her coat had been taken from her, along with her horseshoe. The big dim doorman stood a few feet away, eyeing her with undisguised contempt.

She had niggling dubiousness that if requested, he would fox her back onto the street dressed exactly as she was now. Emily shivered at the thought. It was still daytime outside and there was nowhere to hide.

The receptionist returned with a smile that was anything but friendly."Thank you, that ` s fine. Jermaine will show you inside."

Jermaine pushed open the doubling room access and allowed Emily to hap. The receptionist made no endeavour to come back her membership carte, and Emily decided not to ask. She was getting a very bad feeling about this.

Emily found herself in a plushily carpeted corridor with computer generated fire leaping up the bulwark. The corridor was short but all-embracing, with double doors at the end. Emily glanced back at Jermaine, who ushered her through.

Emily found herself in a huge circular way furnished with a shadow red carpeting which felt luxuriously cryptical beneath her toes. minuscule tables were scattered haphazardly about the room as were sofas, with raised divans between them. The lighting was subdued and the music mellow, and some time of origin porno pic was playing silently on the hoi polloi of screens hanging from the walls.

The club was busy, with most of the sofas and divans occupied by defenseless and semi defenseless bodies. Everybody seemed to be on start gens terms and seemed completely at ease with one another.

A womanhood wearing nothing more than a leather thong strolled passed Emily, leading a naked man by his erect stopcock, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked. She laughed, as she was stopped in her rail by a younger male, who greeted her by squeezing and mauling her nipple. They kissed deeply as she gently wanked her captive.

Emily swallowed hard.

"The club rules are thus."Began Jermaine."The beverage from the bar are complimentary. That means they ` re free. You can have sex wherever, and with whomever you wish. Sex toy dog are supplied, or you can bring in your own. lubricator is also supplied. You will see them at various stations around the margin of the way. See those threshold ?"

Emily noticed a series of brown wooden room access set into the bulwark equally spaced around the room.

"These are game room. Doors with red handles are Peeping Tom suite. Go there if you like to watch or be watched but would like a little secrecy. doorway with yellow handles are private elbow room. There are no locks on these doors. A red tag means occupied so you do not go in. Got it ?"

Emily nodded.

"And finally, anything goes. The lone prophylactic Good Book we use here is no. No means no. You will respect the wishes of other frequenter at all times. If anyone hassles you, you see me. Got it ?"

"Got it."Replied Emily.

Like a ghost, Jermaine was gone.

I need a drink. persuasion Emily. The bar was located at the far side of the way, and as Emily made her way there, she drew a few smiling and admiring glance from the regulars. She did her best to smile back but was very pleased when she reached the bar.

Being virtually nude, didn ` t bother Emily much. She knew she was a smasher, and could tell from looking around the elbow room, that she was a mates for any of the other women exhibit, and she was quite possibly, the youngest. It was her lack of experience that troubled her the most. The sheer self-confidence and self-assuredness displayed by those around her, made Emily all too mindful of her own inexperience.

These mass knew what they were about. Obviously experienced in all matter sexual, these people would identify her sexual immaturity immediately. Would they laugh at her ? Would they laugh when they saw her Virgo line on her first rooster ? Emily was becoming more and more nervous but could think of no way of extricating herself from the situation.

wienerwurst John Chapman stood in the shadows watching the hot blonde sitting on the barstool, a nude Veronica standing beside him.

"So that ` s the squawk that stole my card is it Frank ?"

hotdog sighed."Let ` s just say found, for now shall we V ?"

"You think she ` s from the press ?"

"I thought so at first. But now I ` m not so sure. Truth is, I don ` t recognise what the fuck to pull in of her. She's got no recording equipment of any variety, and she ` s so young. You would think they would send someone older to a blank space like this."

Veronica laughed."They get fucked untried these daytime wiener. She ` s probably had more dick than me."

"I doubt that."Said Frank truthfully.

"No, you're right."Grinned Veronica."Let me speak to her. I ` ll get the truth out of the little Bitch."

hot dog watched as her naked mannequin slinked its way across the nightspot, hips swaying seductively as she walked. He never got tired of watching her. Even at forty-five she still had it. She could have any man in the nightclub, and pretty very much had done so, many, many times. There wasn ` t many women left either, he thought ruefully.

As the owner, Frank tried to remain distant from the release on in the club. Of course, diverse phallus had tried to fuck him, but he had always turned them down, and now rarely left his berth, relying instead on Jermaine and Sue to share with issues. But this piece intrigued him. He watched carefully, as speedwell approached the bar.

"Hi."

The voice close to her ear startled Emily, and she turned to see a tall statuesque blond standing beside her.

"Sorry did I make you rise ?"Laughed the woman, putting her deal on Emily ` s shoulder.

"Oh, just a little."Smiled Emily.

The char was beautiful without a doubt, thought Emily. Her hair was cut in a Bob, and her sass were a deep red and heavily glossed.

"You ` re new here."The woman stated, visually devouring Emily ` s exposed breasts.

"Yes it ` s my first time. I ` m Emily"Responded Emily, offering her hand.

"My dear."Smiled Veronica."That ` s not how we greet each early here."

speedwell leant forward and kissed Emily on the brim. It was a gentle, lingering osculation, and Emily felt herself blushing uncontrollably.

"You ` re shy ! How fantastic !"Laughed Veronica, clapping her hands in pleasure."I take it you have a patron ?"

"A… what ?"Stumbled Emily.

"A patron love. The person who introduced you ?"

"Oh, yes of course. He ` s not here. He ` s working away."

"shame on him. Letting you come here all alone. What ` s his name perhaps I know him ?"

"It ` s Humphries. Ken Humphries."Said Emily, desperately trying to believe on her feet.

Veronica thought for a moment."Hmm, I don ` t think I know him. Is that his literal name or his nom de guerre ?"

"His what ?"stammered Emily.

Veronica sighed and rolled her heart."His nom de guerre. We don ` t use our actual name dear. I ` m quite sure that Emily isn't yours."

"No of row not. It ` s his pseudonym."She knew that if she said it was his existent epithet, she would birth to think of another, and things were complicated enough as it was.

"Never heard of him."Stated Veronica, her brightly blue center glittering with malice.

"He doesn ` t come here much."Was all Emily could think of to say, and she said it weakly and without conviction.

speedwell pushed her forefinger under Emily's chin, forcing Emily to reckon her in the face.

"osculation me."She commanded.

Veronica incline forward and licked Emily ` s mouth with the tip of her clapper, gently, as their mouth came together.

Emily felt a delicious shudder pass through her body. She didn ` t daring turn back the kiss in fear of looking gooselike, but instead allowed the older womanhood to posses her, opening her mouth to the insistent spit and meeting it with her own, albeit tentatively.

Lost in the kiss, Emily barely noticed the woman's hand moving softly along her inner thigh, heading for her bare pussy. Almost too late, Emily snapped her second joint closed, trapping speedwell hand a bare inch from her unprotected cunt.

speedwell broke the buss, now nuzzling the scruff of Emily ` s neck, and then the lobe and the delicate cuticle of her ear."Open up for me Emily. Let me finger your cunt."She hissed softly.

Emily tried desperately to loosen up, but in all of the fancy that she ` d had about this place, it had always been a man she had been with, and now she had a charwoman old enough to be her mother, forcing herself upon her.

It was hopeless. This was a part of sex, and she was just going to feature to go for it.

Emily lay her head upon veronica shoulder in resignation and allowed her ramification to fall apart, and veronica found her hand full-of-the-moon of impertinent ardent cunt flesh. The dilute fishing net cloth of Emily ` s bodysuit did nada to protect her from Veronicas blue-blooded manipulations, and Emily gave a flaccid moan of pleasure, as speedwell began stroking her hard-little clit.

"There, that ` s not so bad is it ?"Whispered Veronica, as she hooked a finger into Emily ` s warm wet hole and began to push inside.

Emily, still sitting on the fecal matter, wrapped her legs around Veronicas waist, opening herself fully to the womanhood's expert ghost. There were esthesis coursing through her body that Emily had never felt before. Strong heartbeat of pleasure that rippled through her tummy and made her push herself further onto the older cleaning lady's penetrating fingers.

Suddenly veronica insidious progression into Emily ` s hot liquidity interior was stopped. Veronica tried again but could get no deeper.

"Oh. My. piece of tail. God."Exclaimed veronica, withdrawing her finger."You ` re a fucking virgin."

Emily ` s ignominy was staring."I ` m sorry."She muttered climbing from the fecal matter."I should never have come. I ` m going home."

veronica pushed her backbone upon the commode."You ` re going nowhere. Why are you here ? Tell me everything and will nothing out."

Knowing she had no other options, Emily did as she was told.

Frank watched as veronica came towards him, looking very much like the cat that got the cream.

"Frank, you are not going to think this."She grinned.

…

"You ` re sure as shooting V ? She ` s here to get laid ?"

"I ` m for sure Frank."Said speedwell, having relayed Emily ` s confession."It ` s not a musical phrase I like to use, but she ` s absolutely begging for it."

"Wow."Said hotdog running his fingers through his thinning hair. He carefully watched Emily as she sat with her back to him at the bar. She took a quickly glance at Frank and then quickly looked away. Her jumpiness was palpable."V, I think she would rather be anywhere than where she is right now. She looks ready to bolt."

"She ` s nervous Frank. She ` s scared, excited, frightened, all at the same meter. Bloody hell Frank, she ` s twenty-one and has never had sex. Can you imagine what that must feel like ? She ` s really built herself up for this. I don ` t think she can wait another day. If we don ` t fuck her somebody else will. Either way she loses it tonight."

"Shit V. What do we do ?"

"We fuck her Frank."Smiled speedwell."And I know just the man to do it."

Emily ordered another drink. Rumbled after only five minutes. All she had to do was hold open her frigging branch closed, that ` s all it would have taken and she couldn ` t even care that. So much for winging it Emily. Way to go.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw speedwell talking to some guy in a wooing. The only fully dressed individual in the room. moldiness be the manager, she thought. Veronica seemed to guess she could drop it for her. Emily wasn ` t so sure. But at to the lowest degree everything was now out in open. They knew the lot. That in itself was a relief.

affair were getting increasingly intimate in the club, and she noticed that many of the secret rooms had now been taken. She took a very nervous sip of her drink.

"Hi I ` m Melanie."Said a representative next to her.

Emily was presented with a short defenseless brunette, probably other thirties, with enceinte tit and a trim waist. She had an open friendly face, and Emily decided that she liked her. Emily introduced herself.

"It ` s just that I ` ve been watching you from across the way."Continued Melanie."And I think you look really hot. I- well my husband and I, were wondering if you would like to come and roleplay for a while. I was thinking that maybe you and I could play a piffling first."

Emily felt that she should have been shocked by the woman's target approaching, but she really wasn ` t. However, she could only nod and smile.

Melanie helped her off the stool and led her towards a boastfully sofa, where her naked husband reclined, stroking his redoubtable erection which curved hard onto his belly. Emily glanced across at the suit, who nodded once and smiled at her.

Emily gave a sigh of relief. It was going to be ok.

Emily sat on the lounge and was immediately pushed back, so her head rested on the man's lap, the base of his cock hard against her impudence. Emily felt the straps of the bodysuit being pulled from her articulatio humeri, and felt it travel down her body, freeing her tit and belly, and over her hip joint and legs, before being cast aside. Emily was naked now, and a laughing Melanie pushed between her legs and lay on top of her, tits on tits and her hairy mound rubbing vigorously against Emily ` s bare kitty.

Emily turned her header slightly and kissed the base of the shaft. She so desperately wanted to take it in her lip and suck the fat ballooning knob, but the large organ curved away from her and she was unable to reach out it.

Melanie went to ferment on Emily. Kissing her neck and working her way down to her succulent pinko nipples, licking and sucking the hard-little buttons of physique. Emily lifted her human knee and locked her pegleg tightly around Melanie ` s waistline, exposing More of her neglected cunt to Melanie ` s humping cunt.

The delight was becoming intense. Emily ` s glossa was now licking as very much of the straining lance as she could reach, which wasn ` t very much, but it was enough. She loved the liquid satiny pelt, and the insensibility just below the Earth's surface. This was the peter that was going to take her virginity. Rip her up. strength its way into her hot unstained maw. Emily felt an orgasm building in her loins. I can ` t get like this can I ? She thought. At the hands of another adult female ? But she knew that she could, and it was going to occur very soon.

Melanie pushed Emily ` s branch back against her tits, opening her fully, and thrust her eagerly lacing spit amongst the lenient folds of her cunt, ravaging her hole and tumid clit. That was the trigger.

"Oh my god."Gasped Emily, as the intensity built, and finally exploded, tearing through her consistency at lightning speed, causing her to squirm construction and finally shout out her joy into the dick against her face.

"You squirted me. You little minx."Laughed Melanie, with a line of pussy juice running from her shoulder to her tit.

"Oh my gosh, I ` m so sorry."Said a horrified Emily, putting a manus across her mouth.

"Don ` t be."Said Melanie, scooping it up, and rubbing it into her nipples.

"Sorry to break this up, but we have a little surprise for Emily."Said veronica, suddenly beside the sofa.

Melanie smiled and shrugged, as Emily was pulled unceremoniously to her feet and dragged along by Veronica.

looking over her shoulder at the man still stroking his cock. She called :"You can have intercourse me if you want."As she was pulled along. Further away from his cock. Her turncock, she reasoned. She didn ` t know what speedwell had in computer memory for her, but she felt like she was being deprived of her first fuck.

Emily was dragged to the other side of the room where she eventually stood before a defenseless ignominious man, his oiled powerfully built body, glistening in the subdued lighting.

"Now look at him Emily. Isn ` t he magnificent ?"Veronica said, awe in her voice."And look at that dent. Isn ` t it just the most wonderful matter ? And guess what Emily. It ` s all yours."

Emily shook her head, panic creeping into her representative."I can't speedwell it ` s too big. It ` ll tear me. Please don ` t make me."It wasn ` t a tool or a cock. It was a schlong, a limb, spearing out from his groin. His bollock were the size of it of hen ` s testicle, now pulled tight against his body.

"I ` m not going to make you do anything dear."Smiled Veronica."You can either shoot his shaft, or you can fuck off. It ` s up to you."

As he stepped towards her out of the shadows, she recognised his face. Jermaine.

Leaving wasn ` t an selection anymore. She knew she had to see it through now. Even if it killed her, she was going to have to exact it.

Jermaine regarded her with an construction picayune short of disgust. He seemed fuddled that she was even standing before him, and highly inconvenienced that he was being asked to fuck her. But still his cock remained massively erect.

He lay down on a conveniently placed divan, his heavily muscled legs, hanging over the bottom of the bed. He retracted his foreskin, causing the knob to bloom even big, and pointed his huge erection at the ceiling.

"Pick the bitch up and miss her on my cock."He commanded.

A crowd had begun to gather, and Emily felt custody on the back of her second joint. Strong male person hands. Emily took a deeply breath and nodded her assent, as she was hoisted into the air, her peg lifted and parted, and carried to the waiting cock.

"You ` re a ass lucky bitch Emily."speedwell hissed, as she aimed the giant star cockhead at Emily ` s vulnerable open fix."Never have I met a man who shoots more mettle than Jermaine here. He just comes and comes. He ` s going to take you up. You ` re going to recollect this for the rest of your life."

And without advance ado, veronica gave a curt nod to her two accomplice, who dropped Emily straight down onto the thick spearing cock. For a consequence, a msec, Emily ` s entire exercising weight was centred on that slight web of pelt barring the way into her cunt, and then he was through, the huge putz barrelling its way into her profoundness, forcing apart the walls of her cunt that had never before parted to the invading cock.

Emily screamed. A white blast of pain in the ass hit her behind the eyes, as she squirmed and twisted her torso, dire to elude the impaling rooster which filled her unused Virgo channel.

Emily was held, and forced lower until their trunk met, and Jermaine's entire prick was embedded in her hot fluid cunt.

In Truth, Jermaine was in annoyance. He had been unprepared for the cock stripping activity of her pie-eyed pussy as his reed organ plunged into her trunk. But he had to admit that it made a nice alteration from the informal, well-travelled cunts that he was used to. As she moved madly on his burn shaft, Jermaine felt the spreading lips of her pussy caressing his musket ball, sliding over them, lubricating them, almost sucking them into her body. God, what a beautifully fat cunt she had. He was going to bask this.

Emily had stopped moving and was gritting her tooth against the pain sensation, her heavy nipple heaving as she took deep breaths, praying and hoping that he wouldn ` t try fucking her yet. She needed to get used to having it inside her. She needed the pain to ease a little.

A pacify one shot of applause went around the room, and she managed a smiling. It was done. She was now officially a womanhood. Her breathing began to slow, as she leant forward on her hands offering Jermaine her titty, gasping as she did so, feeling the shaft rasp painfully along her pluck hymen. She eased back down.

Jermaine seized her tits hungrily, kneading and pulling, sucking hard on the nipples, distracting her momentarily, from the burning pain in the neck between her legs.

She moved to buss him, to promote her tongue between his lips, but he turned his face away. He didn ` t privation to kiss her. He wasn ` t interested in her lips. He just wanted her boob and cunt, and in a strange way, that was ok. She wanted to be used by men. She wanted to be goose egg but a sleeve for their cocks. She wanted them to empty their balls in her.

She leant back and closed her eyes, tilting her face to the ceiling. Composing herself, she began to move. Gently at first, just as practically as the pain would grant, and then after a prison term, with swell urgency, flexing her rosehip and driving herself up and down on the vicious spike. She had no sake in her own pleasure, only in forcing Jermaine to hand up his nerve. To dash inside her, to have it pour into her unprotected womb. She had to complete the union.

Jermaine felt it too. This was the plastered, pat pussy he had ever been inside, and he ` d been inside a few. The rampart of her pussy seemed to wander around his cock as she moved, teasing, and caressing it in her silklike wetness. Jermaine could experience his orgasm building, but it was too soon. He desperately wanted to prolong this, but she was moving too much. He tried to give her still on his throbbing tool to tolerate his passion to abate, but she wriggled free and drove herself up and down with renewed heartiness, taking his entire distance oceanic abyss inside her body.

It was too late. Gritting his teeth, Jermaine ` s total body stiffened, abdomen muscular tissue trembling as he began to orgasm. His thinker, his being, his entire world, was centred around his throbbing spasming tool, as it began to pour, tug, and spurt his heart into Emily ` s unprotected hole.

Emily noticed the variety. Jermaine was staring at her with glassy, lust filled eye. His jaw was set, and his tooth clenched. His second joint quivered between her widely spread legs, as the Brobdingnagian organ began to pump its load into her luxuria wracked body. She felt the hot spattering's deep inside her cunt, and a spread passion moving swiftly through her loins.

She remembered speedwell saying that he came like a Bull, so there was still time. She knew what she had to do next.

Lifting herself acquit of the gushing cock, she positioned the cockhead against the star of her Anus. Relaxing as best she could, as she allowed gravity to aid its penetration, as she slowly slipped down the midst shaft, the tightly clenched anchor ring of her ass reluctantly expanding, and allowing the spurting cockhead to participate her virgin interior. Their combined succus, lubricated, and eased her declination until their bodies bumped together, Emily now fully impaled on the still cumming organ, as it jerked and poured the last of its essence inside her unfold asshole.

An almost reverential muteness descended on the way. Frank and veronica looked at each other open mouthed, quite ineffectual to trust what they had just witnessed. A appease rippling of applause began which quickly escalated into full blown shouting, as people began congratulating Emily on her bravery and fortitude.

Emily smiled in spite of her exertions and received a smile and a reverential nod of the head from Jermaine, whom she felt, no longer hated her.

Emily leant forward resting her trunk against Jermaine, her sassing nuzzling his neck, and her tits crushed against his powerful chest of drawers. She could find his softening dick slowly being expelled from her ass. She could find it making its slowly progress down her rectal pipe, before exiting with a easy plop, and a sudden gush of spermatozoan. She felt the pie-eyed ring of her ass snap shut behind it, only not quite as tightly as before. It would never be the same again.

She felt punishing male hands on her hip lifting her to her human knee, and a hot hard stopcock probing in the cum soak cleft of her ass. She rose obediently to her knees, arching her back and lifting herself to receive him. She didn ` t know which maw he wanted to use and didn ` t care, as Jermaine ` s fingers began playing around her wet pussy gob and hard minuscule clit.

The cock hovered around her pussy, before suddenly pushing into her well lube ass. He was a little low than Jermaine, and for that she was grateful, and the large amount of natural lubricator, meant that he entered easily, and with almost no discomfort to Emily.

He worked quickly, using short poke poke. Like a hare, thought Emily, as Jermaine ` s finger brought her closer and closer, to orgasm.

And then they were coming. Emily gasping and rolling her articulatio coxae, massaging the pulsating cock buried deep in her ass, and her assailant, pulling her cover onto his turncock as he emptied himself into her already slick asshole.

"She still has a virginity left if you want it Frank."Whispered Veronica.

dog Johnny Appleseed torus at his clothes. He had to suffer her. Of all the titillating scenes he had witnessed in the club, this was without doubt the most erotic, and he didn ` t recall ever being this turned on.

Naked now, he pushed his way through the crowd and stood before Emily, as Jermaine politely rolled away, leaving her on her men and genu, facing Frank ` s unnerving cock.

The thick cockhead brushed her backtalk, and Emily knew what he wanted, and what she had to do. Wrapping her finger's breadth around the stem of his shaft, she suddenly realised that she didn ` t have a cue what to do next. She glanced quickly left and correctly seeking stirring, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice close to her ear. Veronica.

"Lick it Emily. lap that fat knob."She said softly."That ` s it. All around. Make him want to do in your mouth."

Emily obeyed. There was a drivel of pre-cum leaking from the tip, and she quickly licked it away.

"Now let him into your oral cavity Emily, wider now."

Emily did as she was told and felt the hot silklike glans slide over her tongue.

"Now suck him Emily, show him how much you want it. Turn your mouth into a puss and drainage that cock."

Emily did her best, and she quickly found a rhythm method. She could take heed weenie groaning above her, and when he came, she found that she could swallow with simplicity, allowing the thickly wad and hot gooey chain, coast effortlessly into her stomach. She found that she loved the taste of come. The salty earthiness of it. She licked and sucked hard, fully draining Franks cock, before feeling it soften and declination from her mouth.

…

Emily Davis sat on the front buns on the amphetamine pack of cards of the bus as she made her way home. Her body stocking hadn ` t been found, and she was naked beneath her yearn shameful deep coating. They wouldn ` t even let her get hold of a taxi, and had instead, ushered her onto the survive bus of the evening.

stretch into the deep pockets, she felt the uncut edge of her new membership card. Given to her by a very appreciative Frank. It wasn ` t the standard grey scorecard that she had used to enter the club, but a gold one, which not only entitled her to unlimited use of the club and its facilities, but also access to affiliated clubs the world over. This was more than she could have hoped for.

Not only had she gained a card, but a job also. Upon hearing that she was a business school and advertising graduate, Frank had immediately offered her a position, as it was his intention to expand his commercial enterprise into other towns and cities and would require someone to facilitate with that. The only circumstance of her employment was that he got to fuck her anytime he wanted.

She had accepted immediately. Frank seemed like a gracious guy, and she wasn ` t sure if he was joking or being grievous about the lowest bit but decided that it didn ` t really matter. He could fuck her if he liked.

He wanted her to bulge cataloguing membership detail and dealing with various mundane enquiries, so he could pursue former matter, and she was felicitous to do that. It would mean she would get to see the most private item of the members, including their real names and name and address, and that grade of faith and obligation really appealed to Emily. She would, of course, have to fabricate a suitably respectful job to tell her parents about.

If her prudish straight-laced parents knew the truth, she would probably be disowned. Oh, the shame it would bring !

The randomness on the top deck on the hold up bus nursing home was cacophonous, as it usually was on a Saturday Nox, with boozy juvenility fooling around. But Emily remained alone on the front seat.

laxation her belt, she unfastened the release on her coating, allowing it to gawp open. She could see her partial nudity in the windows reflection, but the juvenility behind seemed unmindful to her nude state.

She knew that if she was discovered, she would likely be fucked some more, and she really didn ` t want any more rooster tonight. She guessed she had taken around four or five in each of her holes, and three in her mouth. interminable cocks had creamed her skin, spattering wetly across her forehead, nose, and sass. Across her tits and belly, and running down into the fat folds of her pussy, where eager digit had rubbed it in.

Her ass and pussy were sore now, and still leaking cum. She ran her hands lightly over her sore boob, watching as the dried cum flaked off and landed on her puss. Even the dry out stuff was trying to get in there, she thought wryly.

She rebuttoned her pelage and tightened her belt as she saw her bus check approach. Her mother would be waiting with cocoa.

…

Barbara Davis sat alone in the big house that she shared with her husband Henry M. Robert and daughter Emily. Robert was having a late drink with friend at his topical anesthetic, but she knew the material reason he wasn ` t there. He couldn ` t look Emily tonight.

Their electrical shock and horror was full when they saw her sitting on that bar stool in the club, her tits and twat on video display, and usable to whoever wanted them. They had moved quickly into one of the buck private elbow room, where they had remained, only emerging to take in big black Jermaine take her but girl virginity.

As she watched she had felt hands on the back of her thighs pushing her ramification apart. She had leant forward on a prorogue oblation her snatch to the unseen probing prick. He had entered her suddenly, fucking her as she watched her daughter Emily riding Jermaine's big fat prick. And she came, as Jermaine came, feeling the unknown cock spurting his succus into her well-travelled cunt. What kind of slut mother was she, getting off on watching her daughter take her first cocksucker ?

She shook her foreland to clear the image, but it was immediately replaced by a more disturb one. Still in the throes of her orgasm, she watched her married man Robert pushing his way roughly through the gang, his large erect electric organ swaying before him.

Barbara thought to call to him, knowing his intention, but knew that that would alarm Emily. Positioning himself directly behind her, he pushed forward spearing into her ass, thrusting hard and fast, heroic to orgasm before Emily could see her assailant. He came hard, gasping and wheezing as he poured his incestuous tinder into her, Emily coming too, on Jermaine ` s busy fingers. And then he was gone, disappearing back into the crowd, his mission accomplished.

They had left the ball club by the conceal rear exit shortly afterwards.

Barbara didn ` t really mind Henry M. Robert fucking Emily. She was there to be fucked after all, and why shouldn't he stimulate his fun ? But it did think of that they were going to have to be much more discreet now, and only advert the golf-club when they knew that Emily would not, or could not, be present.

Glancing at the clock, she knew that the finish bus abode would have gone, so she looked out of the windowpane, and saw Emily making her way slowly home under the glare of the streetlights. She knew Emily would want cocoa, so she went into the kitchen to prepare things.

Emily put her key in the door, head full of membership lists, and the secrets contained therein.

THE END