Emily Davis sat on her bed holding the card. Similar in size to a credit board, it was grey with the letters"VB"entwined in a holographic image in the centre, which seemed to rotate as it caught the light. It was beautiful she thought. Emily had no idea what the letters meant, but she knew what the poster was. It was a membership card for a very undivided golf-club. A sex club.

The banner across the top of the card read"The mystery Life"and had a small-scale red heart and soul next to it with a tiny letter"F"inside, which Emily assumed stood for"female person ”, as it was a"female person"who had dropped it in the shop where she worked. Initially believing it to be a recognition notice, Emily went after the cleaning lady, but when she realised what she held, she deftly pocketed it and returned to her counter.

The"secret living"club was a well-established venue in the city where Emily lived, and carried a dubius reputation. The clientele were closemouthed and anonymous, and the berth had been raided on more than one function amid claim of whoredom and other unsavoury exercise. But no evidence had ever been found, and the club was allowed to flourish. This did not stop the rumour mill however, and many lurid taradiddle of what went on in the lodge, had reached Emily's ears. At first shocking, and then exciting her. She passed the cabaret twice a day on her journey to and from piece of work, and she had always longed to see inside, and now she had the means to do so. But dare she ?

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

Pulling the bottom drawer clear of her bedside tabular array, Emily took a pocket-sized software program and placed it on the bed. Hiding it from her parents was paramount. They were nada if not strait laced, and she didn ` t relish the inept conversation that would result if she were confronted with her trivial purchase. She mentally chastised herself for her cowardice. She was Twenty-One twelvemonth old, and perfectly entitled to wear whatever she chose. But still she hid.

It had taken her three whole weeks to pluck up the courage to go in the workshop, and she had quickly left without buying when she saw what was inside. Although there were scads of somewhat intimate apparel in the windowpane, it was a sex store in all but name, with stand of magazines and sex toys openly displayed. The lingerie section was at the back, but she never made it. Embarrassed beyond belief, she turned around and headed straight back out. There were men inside, and she remembered their wry smiles and diverted expressions. She didn ` t have sex what was going through their minds and decided that she didn ` t deprivation to cognise. It was seedy and horrible.

But it was the only place in town where she could buy what she wanted. Mail order was out of the doubtfulness to avoid nosy parents, so she had to go back.

Steeling herself, she headed straight for the intimate apparel. There were no other customer there, and it became apparent that the male client made it no further than the porn mag and sex miniature. The range was extensive, and ran from the pretty, sexy, stuff, to the more extreme point hoodoo wearing. She knew that her sexual experience with men had gone no further than the occasional fumble, but why would a adult charwoman want to set as Alice in Wonderland ? Emily found it all bizarre and confusing, but she knew what she wanted.

She selected three bodysuits, each more disclose than the conclusion. The sensible share of her brainpower was telling her to go minor, but her"Inner bawd"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 backtalk of her plane pudenda, nestled sweetly between her muscular thighs. She hated the idea of hair between her wooden leg and had begun shaving it as soon as it started to come along at age 11. Her twat was high slung and prominent, with a important split, and she wondered if that was completely normal. It looked almost swollen. She ran her fingers lightly over the gentle flesh and felt a familiar tingle pass through her dead body. After almost being raped by a drunken merrymaker at a New class's Eve party, she had turned her back on sex and contented herself with her finger's breadth when thing got too much, and things were getting too much a lot lately. She thought.

Her sex drive had returned with a vengeance, and she knew that if didn ` t get fucked soon, she was going to go insane. for sure, she could get laid anytime she wanted, but sex against a wall, or in a car, had never appealed, and she wanted her get-go clip to be particular, memorable even. She needed someone who knew what they were doing, and that eliminated virtually every male person she currently knew.

Emily stepped into the body stocking, and pulled it to her waist, marvelling at how well the stocking cupped her pussy. She pulled it up, over her nipple, then slipped her limb through the thin shoulder shoulder strap. She looked stunning. The torso stocking, she had chosen, was made entirely out of Shirley Temple Black fishnet, and was completely see through. She loved the way it crushed her breast to her chest and she noticed how her hardening nipples now pushed through the strappy material demanding care. She could probably have done with a slightly larger size, but she liked the way it encased her eubstance, and especially the way it supported her tits.

She flopped back onto the bed spreading her legs before the mirror. The hole in the textile seemed larger over her pussy. She grinned to herself as she realised why that was. It was big enough to enable a man's peter to run 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 knocker and rubbed the palms of her script over her swollen mammilla. She longed to have a lip licking and suck at her boob. What would it finger like ? She had tried sucking her own titmouse, but it was hopeless. something was missing.

pealing onto her stomach, she pulled her knees to her pectus lifting her ass in the air and began a assuage stroking motion along the stallion distance of her pussy. She teased the pixilated rosebud of her Anus, before pushing into the hot slippery pickle of her cunt. She made indolent lap at the entrance before delving a little deeper to the taut rubbery seal of her Hymen.

She had been in this position many multiplication, and each prison term had been tempted to launch her fingers deep into her virgin pussy, and each meter she had baulked. She wondered if she could do it now, but no. She contented herself instead, with a aristocratic clitoris rub. The rupturing of her Hymen would pass off soon enough she reasoned, possibly as soon as tonight.

The thought both frantic and terrified her. Would it spite ? Would she phlebotomise ? Would she even be expected to have replete sex, or could she get away with some touching and smooching ?

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

She felt the first base butterfly stroke in her stomach, and sat on the bed, all thoughts of her impendent coming now gone. The micro text on the back of the poster stated that only nakedness and/or fetish wear was permitted in the club, but luckily, she had a large trench pelage to go over the body stocking which should suffice.

What the the pits are you doing Emily ? She thought to herself. This is crazy, reckless, grievous even. If things were to go wrong, nobody would have intercourse where she was, and nobody could aid her. She was on her own.

She knew that the chances were that she would never even get into the club, and that reassured her a little, but knew that she had to try. If she let this chance go her by she would never forgive herself. It nigh certainly would not come again.

It was Saturday night, so she knew that the club would most likely be meddlesome. Hopefully she could lose herself in the crowd. Emily took a deep, neural hint and started to get ready.

…

Emily had the Taxi bead her a street away from the club, to turn over her time to compose herself, and to ensure her anonymity. The urban center centre was meddlesome, with betimes eventide revellers heading to the local anesthetic pubs and clubs, and Emily eased through the laughing throng, before standing with trepidation before the large oak door which led into the club. There was a magnetic wag subscriber on the rampart to the left of the door, and Emily ran the membership card quickly through it, fully expecting a red light. The sparkle turned fleeceable, and the door opened with a conciliate click.

Emily was confronted with a lush, bass red carpeted staircase leading to the maiden trading floor. The bulwark were mirrored, and she caught sight of a very unquiet Emily staring back at her. The stairway opened into a little reception area, with a frumpy looking, middle-aged fair sex 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 item, as if it was the starting time one she had ever seen. Emily had an almost overwhelming desire to abscond, but somehow stood her dry land."Need any help. You know, with the crossword. I ` m not bad."

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

Emily rolled her heart to the celestial sphere. Idiot ! cretin ! Idiot ! You ` re in a sex golf club and you ` re oblation to help the receptionist with her fucking crossword ! For fucks sake Em !

The phone rang in Frank Chapman position."Hi dog, it ` s Sue from reception."

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

"Mr Grumpy. Anyway, we have a spot down here. There ` s a young char trying to get in on a stolen card. The initials on the card are VB."

"speedwell Bernstein."

"The one and only. V ` s already inside. I issued her with a new card only an 60 minutes ago."

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

"For shag sake wienerwurst, of course of instruction I did ! But she came in through the look door. You know how dodgy that card reader is. You could get in with a bloody Costco card."

This was avowedly, thought Frank. He had been meaning to get it fixed, but the regular clientele now used the rear entrance to avoid prying eyes.

"What do you call back ? Another reporter ?"

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

dog flipped the CCTV to the camera overlooking receipt. Sue was right, she did expect the part. trench pelage, nervous. Just another Thomas Young reporter trying to pull in a epithet for herself. Frank sighed. Ever since the existence of the club had become coarse knowledge he had been besieged by the fuckers. They had tried everything to get inside and had even rented the edifice opposite word to see who went in and out. low gear the local rag, and then the nationals.

"Sue have Jermaine hunting her. If he finds any photographic camera, wires notepads etc, have him cast her into the street. And I mean throw."

Jermaine was one of the bouncer, or hall porter as they liked to be called now. Completely trusty and well paid to stay so.

A moment later the speech sound rang again.

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

"For nooky sake Sue."Interrupted Frank.

"She ` s clean hot dog. goose egg on her."

"Nothing ?"

"Not a thing."

"You ` re sure ?"Replied Frank, a banker's bill of disbelief in his voice. There had to be.

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

A possibility, considered wiener. photographic camera were small these days."You ` re trusted Jermaine's been thorough ? ”.

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

What to do."Sue let her in. We need to know what her plot is."

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

"It ` s assuredness Sue. I ` ll sort it."hot dog replaced the pass receiver, pondering his next move.

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

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

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

Jermaine pushed open the double threshold and allowed Emily to pop off. The receptionist made no attempt to return 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 wall. The corridor was short but full, with double door at the end. Emily glanced back at Jermaine, who ushered her through.

Emily found herself in a immense circular room furnished with a nighttime red carpet which felt luxuriously bass beneath her toes. diminished tables were scattered haphazardly about the way as were sofas, with raised divans between them. The light was subdued and the music mellow, and some vintage porn film was playing silently on the multitude of concealment hanging from the walls.

The club was interfering, with to the highest degree of the sofas and diwan occupied by naked and articulated lorry nude bodies. Everybody seemed to be on number one name terminal figure and seemed completely at ease with one another.

A womanhood wearing nothing more than than a leather lash strolled passed Emily, leading a au naturel man by his erect cock, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked. She laughed, as she was stopped in her racetrack by a younger male person, who greeted her by squeezing and mauling her tits. They kissed deeply as she gently wanked her captive.

Emily swallowed hard.

"The club rule are thus."Began Jermaine."The deglutition from the bar are gratuitous. That means they ` re liberal. You can have sex wherever, and with whomever you wish. Sex toys are supplied, or you can bring your own. Lube is also supplied. You will rule them at several Stations around the perimeter of the elbow room. See those doors ?"

Emily noticed a series of brown wooden doors set into the wall equally spaced around the room.

"These are playrooms. door with red handles are voyeur rooms. Go there if you like to watch or be watched but would like a lilliputian privacy. doorway with yellow grip are private suite. 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 entirely safe word we use here is no. No means no. You will respect the wishing of other sponsor 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 room, and as Emily made her way there, she drew a few smile and admiring coup d'oeil from the regulars. She did her effective to smile back but was very pleased when she reached the bar.

beingness virtually nude, didn ` t hassle Emily much. She knew she was a looker, and could tell from looking around the room, that she was a equal for any of the other adult female present, and she was quite possibly, the youthful. It was her lack of experience that troubled her the most. The sheer confidence and self-assuredness displayed by those around her, made Emily all too mindful of her own inexperience.

These people knew what they were about. Obviously experienced in all affair intimate, these masses would identify her sexual immaturity immediately. Would they laugh at her ? Would they laugh when they saw her virgin stemma on her firstly peter ? Emily was becoming More and more nervous but could think of no way of extricating herself from the situation.

Frank Chapman stood in the tail watching the hot blonde sitting on the barstool, a nude Veronica standing beside him.

"So that ` s the bitch that slip my posting is it Frank ?"

dog 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 jazz what the fuck to cause of her. She's got no recording equipment of any kind, and she ` s so Young. You would guess they would air someone older to a post like this."

Veronica laughed."They get bang young these years hot dog. She ` s probably had more cocks than me."

"I doubt that."Said hotdog truthfully.

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

wiener watched as her naked form slinked its way across the club, coxa 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 society, and pretty much had done so, many, many times. There wasn ` t many women left either, he thought ruefully.

As the owner, hotdog tried to remain distant from the goings on in the club. Of course, versatile extremity had tried to fuck him, but he had always turned them down, and now rarely left his office, relying instead on Jermaine and Sue to treat with emergence. But this musical composition intrigued him. He watched carefully, as veronica approached the bar.

"Hi."

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

"Sorry did I make you jump ?"Laughed the char, putting her hand on Emily ` s shoulder.

"Oh, just a little."Smiled Emily.

The woman was beautiful without a doubt, thought Emily. Her hair's-breadth was cut in a Bob, and her lips were a deep red and heavily glossed.

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

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

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

Veronica list forward and kissed Emily on the lip. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, and Emily felt herself blushing uncontrollably.

"You ` re shy ! How wonderful !"Laughed speedwell, clapping her hands in delight."I take it you have a patron ?"

"A… what ?"Stumbled Emily.

"A frequenter dear. The person who introduced you ?"

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

"pity 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 think on her feet.

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

"His what ?"stammered Emily.

speedwell sighed and rolled her eyes."His pseudonym. We don ` t use our real names dear. I ` m quite for certain that Emily isn't yours."

"No of course not. It ` s his pseudonym."She knew that if she said it was his real public figure, she would have to imagine of another, and things were complicated enough as it was.

"Never heard of him."Stated Veronica, her promising blue eyes glittering with malice.

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

Veronica pushed her forefinger under Emily's chin, forcing Emily to look her in the face.

"Kiss me."She commanded.

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

Emily felt a delightful shiver laissez passer through her body. She didn ` t dare come back the kiss in fear of looking foolish, but instead allowed the older woman to posses her, opening her oral fissure to the insistent glossa and meeting it with her own, albeit tentatively.

Lost in the kiss, Emily barely noticed the womanhood's script moving softly along her inner thigh, heading for her bare pussy. Almost too late, Emily snapped her thighs closed, trapping Veronicas hand a bare column inch from her unprotected cunt.

veronica broke the kiss, now nuzzling the nape of Emily ` s cervix, and then the lobe and the frail shell of her ear."Open up for me Emily. Let me feel your cunt."She hissed softly.

Emily tried desperately to relax, but in all of the fantasy that she ` d had about this place, it had always been a man she had been with, and now she had a woman old enough to be her female parent, forcing herself upon her.

It was hopeless. This was a part of sex, and she was just going to birth to take over it.

Emily lay her head upon Veronicas shoulder in surrender and allowed her legs to fall apart, and veronica found her hired hand wax of sassy affectionate cunt flesh. The slim fishnet material of Emily ` s bodysuit did nothing to protect her from veronica gentle manipulations, and Emily gave a soft moan of pleasure, as Veronica began stroking her hard-little clit.

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

Emily, still sitting on the ordure, wrapped her legs around Veronicas waist, opening herself fully to the woman's expert mite. There were whizz coursing through her physical structure that Emily had never felt before. Strong pulses of pleasure that rippled through her tummy and made her push herself further onto the older woman's penetrating fingers.

Suddenly veronica insidious forward motion into Emily ` s hot liquid interior was stopped. veronica tried again but could get no deeper.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God."Exclaimed speedwell, withdrawing her fingers."You ` re a fucking virgin."

Emily ` s ignominy was over."I ` m sorry."She muttered climbing from the dejection."I should never take in come. I ` m going home."

veronica pushed her back upon the stool."You ` re going nowhere. Why are you here ? Tell me everything and leave naught out."

Knowing she had no early choice, Emily did as she was told.

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

"hotdog, you are not going to trust this."She grinned.

…

"You ` re certain V ? She ` s here to get laid ?"

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

"Wow."Said Frank running his fingerbreadth through his thinning fuzz. He carefully watched Emily as she sat with her cover to him at the bar. She took a speedy glimpse at frank and then quickly looked away. Her nervousness was tangible."V, I think she would rather be anywhere than where she is right now. She looks ready to bolt."

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

"diddlysquat V. What do we do ?"

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

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

She glanced over her shoulder and saw veronica talking to some guy in a wooing. The only fully dressed somebody in the room. Must be the manager, she thought. Veronica seemed to think she could swing it for her. Emily wasn ` t so sure as shooting. But at to the lowest degree everything was now out in surface. They knew the lot. That in itself was a relief.

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

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

Emily was presented with a short naked brunet, probably early thirties, with large boob and a trim waist. She had an open well-disposed 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 follow and meet for a while. I was thinking that maybe you and I could play a little first."

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

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

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

Emily sat on the sofa and was immediately pushed back, so her capitulum rested on the man's lap, the Qaeda of his cock hard against her face. Emily felt the strap of the bodysuit being pulled from her shoulders, and felt it travel down her body, freeing her breasts and belly, and over her hips 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 nipple and her hairy mound rubbing vigorously against Emily ` s bare pussy.

Emily turned her head slightly and kissed the base of the cock. She so desperately wanted to take it in her mouth and suck the fat ballooning knob, but the large Hammond organ curved away from her and she was unable to progress to it.

Melanie went to sour on Emily. Kissing her cervix and working her way down to her succulent pink nipples, licking and sucking the hard-little buttons of pulp. Emily lifted her knees and locked her legs tightly around Melanie ` s waist, exposing more of her miss pussy to Melanie ` s humping cunt.

The pleasure was becoming intense. Emily ` s tongue was now licking as lots of the straining light beam as she could reach, which wasn ` t very very much, but it was enough. She loved the tranquil silky tegument, and the insensibility just below the aerofoil. This was the cock that was going to take her virginity. Rip her up. power its way into her hot unsullied hole. Emily felt an orgasm construction in her loins. I can ` t come like this can I ? She thought. At the manus of another charwoman ? But she knew that she could, and it was going to happen very soon.

Melanie pushed Emily ` s legs back against her tit, opening her fully, and thrust her eagerly licking spit amongst the soft sheepcote of her cunt, ravaging her hole and rear clitoris. That was the trigger.

"Oh my god."Gasped Emily, as the intensity built, and finally exploded, tearing through her body at lightning velocity, causing her to squirm crook and finally cry her pleasure into the cock against her face.

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

"Oh my gosh, I ` m so sorry."Said a horrified Emily, putting a bridge player 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 piddling surprise for Emily."Said speedwell, suddenly beside the sofa.

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

looking at over her berm at the man still stroking his cock. She called :"You can jazz me if you want."As she was pulled along. Further away from his prick. Her cock, she reasoned. She didn ` t have a go at it what veronica had in store for her, but she felt like she was being deprived of her first fuck.

Emily was dragged to the early side of the room where she eventually stood before a naked black 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 vocalism."And smell at that dent. Isn ` t it just the most wonderful thing ? And guess what Emily. It ` s all yours."

Emily shook her head, panic creeping into her voice."I can't Veronica it ` s too big. It ` ll tear me. Please don ` t make me."It wasn ` t a shit or a dick. It was a schlong, a limb, spearing out from his jetty. His balls were the size of hen ` s testis, now attract tight against his body.

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

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

Leaving wasn ` t an option anymore. She knew she had to see it through now. Even if it killed her, she was going to possess to ask it.

Jermaine regarded her with an reflection niggling shortly of disgust. He seemed nettled that she was even standing before him, and highly inconvenienced that he was being asked to bed 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 prepuce, causing the boss to bloom even larger, and pointed his immense erection at the ceiling.

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

A crowd had begun to tuck, and Emily felt hands on the backrest of her thighs. Strong male hands. Emily took a trench breathing spell and nodded her assent, as she was hoisted into the air, her legs lifted and parted, and carried to the waiting cock.

"You ` re a fucking prosperous cunt Emily."veronica hissed, as she aimed the giant cockhead at Emily ` s vulnerable subject hole."Never have I met a man who shoots more than spunk than Jermaine here. He just comes and comes. He ` s going to fill you up. You ` re going to remember this for the rest period of your life."

And without further ado, speedwell gave a curt nod to her two confederate, who dropped Emily straight down onto the boneheaded spearing putz. For a here and now, a millisecond, Emily ` s integral weightiness was centred on that thin web of skin barring the way into her cunt, and then he was through, the immense cock barrelling its way into her depths, forcing apart the walls of her snatch that had never before parted to the invading cock.

Emily screamed. A white flack of pain hit her behind the eyes, as she squirmed and twisted her body, despairing to break away the impaling rooster which filled her idle Virgo channel.

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

In the true, Jermaine was in pain. He had been unprepared for the turncock stripping activity of her miserly cunt as his organ plunged into her body. But he had to take on that it made a nice change from the loose, well-travelled puss that he was used to. As she moved madly on his burning at the stake shaft, Jermaine felt the spreading mouth of her pussy caressing his testis, sliding over them, lubricating them, almost sucking them into her dead body. God, what a beautifully fat snatch she had. He was going to enjoy this.

Emily had stopped moving and was gritting her teeth against the pain, her ponderous tits heaving as she took inscrutable breathing time, 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 alleviate a little.

A gentle round of applause went around the room, and she managed a smile. It was done. She was now officially a cleaning woman. Her breathing began to slow, as she leant forward on her hands offering Jermaine her tits, gasping as she did so, feeling the shaft wood file painfully along her torn 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 between her branch.

She moved to kiss him, to bear on her tongue between his sassing, but he turned his face away. He didn ` t wishing to kiss her. He wasn ` t interested in her lip. He just wanted her tits and cunt, and in a unknown way, that was ok. She wanted to be used by men. She wanted to be zero but a sleeve for their cocks. She wanted them to void their ballock in her.

She leant back and closed her middle, tilting her face to the ceiling. Composing herself, she began to impress. Gently at first, just as much as the bother would allow, and then after a sentence, with greater importunity, flexing her hips and driving herself up and down on the vicious spike. She had no interest in her own joy, only in forcing Jermaine to give up his spunk. To shoot inside her, to experience it pullulate into her unprotected uterus. She had to finish the union.

Jermaine felt it too. This was the miserly, slickest cunt he had ever been inside, and he ` d been inside a few. The bulwark of her pussy seemed to roll around his cock as she moved, teasing, and caressing it in her sleek wetness. Jermaine could palpate his orgasm building, but it was too soon. He desperately wanted to prolong this, but she was moving too much. He tried to prevail her still on his throbbing pecker to allow his rage to abate, but she wriggled spare and drove herself up and down with renew vigour, taking his entire length deep inside her body.

It was too of late. Gritting his teeth, Jermaine ` s integral torso stiffened, stomach muscles trembling as he began to orgasm. His mind, his being, his intact world, was centred around his throbbing spasming creature, as it began to pour, tug, and spurt his spunk into Emily ` s unprotected hole.

Emily noticed the variety. Jermaine was staring at her with glassy, luxuria filled eyes. His jaw was set, and his dentition clenched. His thighs quivered between her widely spread legs, as the huge organ began to pump its freight into her lecherousness wracked torso. She felt the hot spattering's deep inside her puss, and a public exposure warmth 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 exculpate of the gushing cock, she positioned the cockhead against the star of her Anus. Relaxing as practiced she could, as she allowed gravity to aid its penetration, as she slowly slipped down the midst prick, the tightly clenched ring of her ass reluctantly expanding, and allowing the spurting cockhead to put down her virgin interior. Their fuse juice, lubricated, and eased her descent until their bodies bumped together, Emily now fully impaled on the still cumming organ, as it jerked and poured the finally of its essence inside her stretch asshole.

An almost reverential silence descended on the elbow room. wiener and Veronica looked at each other open mouthed, quite unable to believe what they had just witnessed. A placate ripple of hand clapping began which quickly escalated into to the full blown cheering, as people began congratulating Emily on her braveness and fortitude.

Emily smiled in maliciousness of her exertions and received a grinning and a venerating nod of the chief from Jermaine, whom she felt, no longer hated her.

Emily leant forward resting her body against Jermaine, her mouth nuzzling his neck, and her knocker crushed against his sinewy thorax. She could sense his softening cock slowly being expelled from her ass. She could find it making its slow forward motion down her rectal tube, before exiting with a gentle plop, and a sudden gush of sperm. She felt the tight pack of her ass snap shut behind it, only not quite as tightly as before. It would never be the same again.

She felt intemperate male hands on her articulatio coxae lifting her to her knees, and a hot hard cock probing in the cum soak snap of her ass. She rose obediently to her genu, arching her back and lifting herself to receive him. She didn ` t know which hole he wanted to use and didn ` t care, as Jermaine ` s finger's breadth began playing around her wet pussycat hole and arduous little clit.

The cock hovered around her pussy, before suddenly pushing into her well lubricated ass. He was a footling pocket-size than Jermaine, and for that she was grateful, and the magnanimous sum of natural lubricator, meant that he entered easily, and with almost no irritation to Emily.

He worked quickly, using curt jab thrust. Like a rabbit, thought Emily, as Jermaine ` s fingers brought her closer and closer, to orgasm.

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

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

frank Chapman tore at his dress. He had to have her. Of all the erotic tantrum he had witnessed in the golf-club, this was without doubt the most erotic, and he didn ` t callback 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 hands and knees, facing frankfurter ` s formidable cock.

The thick cockhead brushed her lips, and Emily knew what he wanted, and what she had to do. Wrapping her fingers around the substructure of his shaft, she suddenly realised that she didn ` t have a clue what to do next. She glanced quickly left and veracious seeking stirring, when she suddenly heard a intimate voice close to her ear. Veronica.

"Lick it Emily. poke that fat knob."She said softly."That ` s it. All around. shuffling him need to follow in your mouth."

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

"Now let him into your sass Emily, across-the-board now."

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

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

Emily did her proficient, and she quickly found a musical rhythm. She could hear hot dog groaning above her, and when he came, she found that she could eat up with ease, allowing the thick wad and hot gooey strands, slideway 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 wienerwurst shaft, before feeling it soften and fall from her mouth.

…

Emily John Davis sat on the front man seat on the upper deck of cards of the bus as she made her way home. Her body stocking hadn ` t been found, and she was naked beneath her hanker disgraceful trench pelage. They wouldn ` t even let her study a taxicab, and had instead, ushered her onto the end bus of the evening.

arrival into the deep air hole, she felt the jolting edges of her new membership card. Given to her by a very appreciative Frank. It wasn ` t the standard grey card that she had used to enter the club, but a gold one, which not only entitled her to unlimited use of the cabaret and its adeptness, but also admittance to affiliated clubs the human race over. This was Thomas More than she could have hoped for.

Not only had she gained a add-in, but a job also. Upon hearing that she was a clientele school and advertising graduate, Frank had immediately offered her a spot, as it was his intention to expand his business enterprise into early townspeople and cities and would need someone to help with that. The simply condition of her work was that he got to fuck her anytime he wanted.

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

He wanted her to set out cataloguing membership details and dealing with various mundane enquiry, so he could pursue early matter, and she was happy to do that. It would mean she would get to see the most private details of the fellow member, including their substantial gens and savoir-faire, and that stage of trust and province really appealed to Emily. She would, of course, have to fabricate a suitably reverential job to evidence her parents about.

If her prudish victorian parents knew the verity, she would probably be disowned. Oh, the disgrace it would institute !

The dissonance on the top deck on the in conclusion bus home was cacophonous, as it usually was on a Sat night, with sottish juvenility fooling around. But Emily remained alone on the front seat.

loosening her bang, she unfastened the release on her coat, allowing it to gawp open. She could see her partial nakedness in the windowpane reflection, but the young behind seemed unmindful to her raw state.

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

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

She rebuttoned her coating and tightened her belt as she saw her bus blockade attack. Her mother would be waiting with cocoa.

…

Barbara Dwight Davis sat alone in the big house that she shared with her hubby Henry Martyn Robert and daughter Emily. Robert was having a belated boozing with friends at his local, but she knew the real reason he wasn ` t there. He couldn ` t expression Emily tonight.

Their shock and revulsion was total when they saw her sitting on that bar stool in the cabaret, her tits and kitty-cat on display, and available to whoever wanted them. They had moved quickly into one of the individual rooms, where they had remained, only emerging to watch big black Jermaine take her exclusively girl virginity.

As she watched she had felt hands on the book binding of her thighs pushing her legs apart. She had leant forward on a table oblation her snatch to the unobserved probing prick. He had entered her suddenly, fucking her as she watched her daughter Emily riding Jermaine's big fat cock. And she came, as Jermaine came, feeling the terra incognita turncock spurting his juice into her well-travelled cunt. What sort of trollop mother was she, getting off on watching her daughter carry her first SOB ?

She shook her brain to clear the figure, but it was immediately replaced by a more disturbing one. Still in the throes of her orgasm, she watched her husband Robert pushing his way roughly through the crowd, his turgid raise harmonium swaying before him.

Barbara thought to scream to him, knowing his intentions, but knew that that would alert Emily. Positioning himself directly behind her, he pushed forward spearing into her ass, thrusting heavy and tight, desperate to orgasm before Emily could see her assaulter. He came hard, gasping and wheezing as he poured his incestuous nerve into her, Emily coming too, on Jermaine ` s interfering fingers. And then he was gone, disappearing back into the bunch, his mission accomplished.

They had left the club by the out of sight behind exit shortly afterwards.

Barbara didn ` t really bear in mind Robert fucking Emily. She was there to be fucked after all, and why shouldn't he stimulate his fun ? But it did stand for that they were going to give to be much more discreet now, and only give ear the club when they knew that Emily would not, or could not, be present.

Glancing at the clock, she knew that the live on bus home would have gone, so she looked out of the window, 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 machinate things.

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

THE END