Emily Davis sat on her bed holding the circuit card. Similar in size to a recognition plug-in, it was grey with the letter of the alphabet"VB"entwined in a holographic image in the centre, which seemed to revolve as it caught the light. It was beautiful she thought. Emily had no idea what the letters meant, but she knew what the card was. It was a membership carte du jour for a very exclusive club. A sex club.

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

The"enigma animation"club was a well-established locus in the city where Emily lived, and carried a dubius reputation. The clientele were tightlipped and anonymous, and the place had been raided on to a greater extent than one occasion amid claim of prostitution and other unsavoury drill. But no evidence had ever been found, and the club was allowed to flourish. This did not discontinue the hearsay John Mill however, and many lurid fib of what went on in the nightspot, had reached Emily's ears. At showtime shocking, and then exciting her. She passed the night club twice a day on her journey to and from 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 chance. It had to be now.

Pulling the seat drawer clear of her bedside table, Emily took a small software package and placed it on the bed. Hiding it from her parents was paramount. They were nothing if not strait laced, and she didn ` t bask the awkward conversation that would ensue if she were confronted with her little purchase. She mentally chastised herself for her cowardliness. She was Twenty-One geezerhood old, and perfectly entitled to fag whatever she chose. But still she hid.

It had taken her three wholly weeks to pluck up the courage to enter the shop class, and she had quickly left without buying when she saw what was inside. Although there were lots of pretty lingerie in the window, it was a sex shop in all but epithet, with wheel of magazines and sex toy dog openly displayed. The intimate apparel section was at the book binding, 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 smile and amuse expressions. She didn ` t cognize what was going through their judgment and decided that she didn ` t need to recognize. It was seedy and horrible.

But it was the only shoes in townsfolk where she could buy what she wanted. chain armour 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 other customer there, and it became ostensible that the Male customer made it no further than the smut magazine and sex plaything. The kitchen range was extensive, and ran from the pretty, sexy, stuff, to the more extreme hoodoo wear. She knew that her sexual experience with men had gone no further than the occasional ball up, but why would a grown woman want to dress 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 revelation than the finis. The sensitive character of her brainiac was telling her to go small, but her"Inner harlot"as she called it, won out and she went extreme.

Now, alone in her bedroom, she stood naked before the mirror. Her"C"cup breasts stood proud and business firm with minuscule or no sag, and the fat backtalk of her shaved pudenda, nestled sweetly between her muscular thigh. She hated the thought of pilus between her legs and had begun shaving it as soon as it started to appear at age 11. Her kitty was eminent slung and prominent, with a pregnant stock split, and she wondered if that was completely pattern. It looked almost swollen. She ran her finger lightly over the mild flesh and felt a familiar tingling pass through her consistency. After almost being raped by a bibulous reveller at a New yr's Eve party, she had turned her back on sex and contented herself with her finger when things got too much, and things were getting too much a lot lately. She thought.

Her sex drive had returned with a retribution, and she knew that if didn ` t get fucked soon, she was going to go insane. sure, she could get laid anytime she wanted, but sex against a wall, or in a car, had never appealed, and she wanted her kickoff time to be special, 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 waistline, marvelling at how well the stocking cupped her pussy. She pulled it up, over her breast, then slipped her arms through the thinly berm straps. She looked stunning. The body stocking, she had chosen, was made entirely out of black fishnet, and was completely see through. She loved the way it crushed her teat to her chest and she noticed how her hardening nipples now pushed through the strappy material demanding attention. She could probably suffer done with a slightly larger size, but she liked the way it encased her body, and especially the way it supported her tits.

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

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

wheeling onto her stomach, she pulled her stifle to her chest lifting her ass in the air and began a gentle stroking motility along the entire distance of her scratch. She teased the tight rosebud of her Anus, before pushing into the hot slippery hole of her cunt. She made lazy circles at the entrance before delving a small cryptical to the taut rubbery seal of her Hymen.

She had been in this position many times, and each time had been tempted to plunge her finger's breadth deep into her Virgin pussy, and each time she had baulked. She wondered if she could do it now, but no. She contented herself instead, with a gentle clit rub. The rupturing of her Hymen would happen soon enough she reasoned, possibly as soon as tonight.

The thinking both excited and terrified her. Would it hurt ? Would she shed blood ? Would she even be expected to accept full sex, or could she get away with some touch and kissing ?

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

She felt the first butterflies in her breadbasket, and sat on the bed, all thought of her impending climax now gone. The micro text on the back of the visiting card stated that only nudity and/or fetish wear was permitted in the ball club, but luckily, she had a large trench coat to go over the body stocking which should suffice.

What the snake pit are you doing Emily ? She thought to herself. This is crazy, rash, dangerous even. If things were to go wrong, cypher would have a go at it where she was, and cipher could help her. She was on her own.

She knew that the fortune were that she would never even get into the nine, and that reassured her a little, but knew that she had to try. If she let this opportunity go her by she would never forgive herself. It most certainly would not hail again.

It was Sabbatum night, so she knew that the nine would most likely be interfering. Hopefully she could lose herself in the crowd. Emily took a trench, nervous breath and started to get ready.

…

Emily had the Taxi pearl her a street away from the club, to grant her clock time to compose herself, and to ascertain her namelessness. The city heart was officious, with early evening revellers heading to the local anesthetic taphouse and night club, and Emily eased through the laughing multitude, before standing with trepidation before the large oak door which led into the nightclub. There was a magnetic card reader on the bulwark to the left field of the door, and Emily ran the membership bill of fare quickly through it, fully expecting a red light. The illumination turned green, and the door opened with a gentle click.

Emily was confronted with a lush, deep red carpeted staircase leading to the showtime base. The walls were mirrored, and she caught great deal of a very neural Emily staring back at her. The staircase opened into a lowly reception area, with a dowdy looking, middle-aged char seated behind the desk.

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

Emily handed it over. The woman examined it in some particular, as if it was the first one she had ever seen. Emily had an almost overpowering desire to make off, but somehow stood her primer coat."Need any help. You know, with the crossword. I ` m not bad."

The charwoman looked at Emily in bafflement."I just need to scan you in. I won't be a moment."Then she disappeared into a spine room.

Emily rolled her centre to the heavens. Idiot ! changeling ! Idiot ! You ` re in a sex club and you ` re offering to avail the receptionist with her fuck crossword puzzle ! For shtup sake Em !

The phone rang in hotdog Johnny Appleseed office staff."Hi Frank, it ` s Sue from reception."

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

"Mr Grumpy. Anyway, we have a situation down here. There ` s a vernal char trying to get in on a stolen menu. The initials on the wag are VB."

"Veronica Bernstein."

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

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

"For fucks sake Frank, of course I did ! But she came in through the front door. You know how guileful that card reader is. You could get in with a bloody Costco card."

This was true, thought Frank. He had been meaning to get it determine, but the unconstipated clientele now used the arse entrance to ward off prying eyes.

"What do you imagine ? Another reporter ?"

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

hotdog flipped the CCTV to the tv camera overlooking reception. Sue was the right way, she did seem the part. trench coat, anxious. Just another young newsperson trying to seduce a name for herself. Frank sighed. Ever since the beingness of the club had become green knowledge he had been besieged by the fuckers. They had tried everything to get privileged and had even rented the building opposite to see who went in and out. get-go the local rag, and then the nationals.

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

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

A consequence later the phone rang again.

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

"For fucks sake Sue."Interrupted Frank.

"She ` s clean Frank. Nothing on her."

"aught ?"

"Not a thing."

"You ` re sure ?"Replied Frank, a note of incredulity 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 possible action, considered Frank. photographic camera were small these days."You ` re for sure Jermaine's been thorough ? ”.

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

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

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

"It ` s cool Sue. I ` ll sorting it."Frank replaced the receiver, pondering his succeeding move.

Emily was mortified. The doorman's hands had been everywhere, and now she stood alone in response awaiting the receptionist, wearing cipher but her bodysuit. Had she had her coating, she would have bolted no question, but her coat had been taken from her, along with her shoes. The big black doorman stood a few feet away, eyeing her with undisguised contempt.

She had footling doubt that if requested, he would shed 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 mulct. Jermaine will usher you inside."

Jermaine pushed open the doubly doors and allowed Emily to pass. The receptionist made no endeavour to come back her rank card, and Emily decided not to ask. She was getting a very bad feeling about this.

Emily found herself in a plushily carpeted corridor with data processor generated flames leaping up the wall. The corridor was short but widely, with double doorway at the end. Emily glanced back at Jermaine, who ushered her through.

Emily found herself in a immense throwaway room furnished with a nighttime red carpet which felt luxuriously late beneath her toes. Small board were scattered haphazardly about the elbow room as were sofa, with raised diwan between them. The lighting was subdued and the music mellow, and some vintage porn motion picture was playing silently on the multitude of screen hanging from the walls.

The clubhouse was interfering, with most of the sofas and divan occupied by naked and semi naked bodies. Everybody seemed to be on first name terminus and seemed completely at easiness with one another.

A adult female wearing nil more than a leather thong strolled passed Emily, leading a naked man by his erect cock, her heavy titty swaying as she walked. She laughed, as she was stopped in her tracks by a younger Male, who greeted her by squeezing and mauling her teat. They kissed deeply as she gently wanked her captive.

Emily swallowed hard.

"The golf-club ruler are thus."Began Jermaine."The drinks from the bar are costless. That means they ` re free. You can have sex wherever, and with whomever you wish. Sex toy dog are supplied, or you can get your own. lube is also supplied. You will find them at various stations around the circumference of the room. See those room access ?"

Emily noticed a series of John Brown wooden room access set into the wall equally spaced around the room.

"These are playroom. Doors with red handles are voyeur rooms. Go there if you like to keep an eye on or be watched but would wish a piffling privacy. door with xanthous handles are private room. There are no lock on these door. A red tag means occupied so you do not go in. Got it ?"

Emily nodded.

"And finally, anything goes. The only safe countersign we use here is no. No means no. You will respect the wishes of other patrons at all prison term. If anyone hassles you, you see me. Got it ?"

"Got it."Replied Emily.

Like a ghost, Jermaine was gone.

I need a swallow. Thought Emily. The bar was located at the far English of the room, and as Emily made her way there, she drew a few smiles and admiring glances from the fixture. 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 looker, and could tell from looking around the room, that she was a match for any of the other women pose, and she was quite possibly, the youngest. It was her want of experience that troubled her the most. The sheer trust and self-assuredness displayed by those around her, made Emily all too aware of her own inexperience.

These people knew what they were about. Obviously experienced in all affair sexual, these people would identify her sexual immatureness immediately. Would they laugh at her ? Would they laugh when they saw her virgin rakehell on her first tool ? Emily was becoming more and more nervous but could guess of no way of extricating herself from the situation.

frankfurter chapman stood in the phantom watching the hot blond sitting on the barstool, a raw Veronica standing beside him.

"So that ` s the bitch that stole my circuit board is it frank ?"

wiener 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 make out what the piece of ass to progress to of her. She's got no recording equipment of any sort, and she ` s so young. You would retrieve they would send someone older to a office like this."

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

"I doubt that."Said Frank truthfully.

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

hotdog watched as her naked course slinked its way across the club, hips swaying seductively as she walked. He never got tired of watching her. Even at xlv she still had it. She could deliver any man in the club, and pretty much had done so, many, many times. There wasn ` t many women left either, he thought ruefully.

As the owner, Frank tried to remain aloof from the going on in the clubhouse. Of course, several penis 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 handle with matter. But this part 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 tall statuesque blond standing beside her.

"Sorry did I make you derail ?"Laughed the woman, putting her hired man 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 brim 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 of all time. I ` m Emily"Responded Emily, offering her hand.

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

veronica incline forward and kissed Emily on the lips. It was a lenify, lingering kiss, and Emily felt herself blushing uncontrollably.

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

"A… what ?"Stumbled Emily.

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

"Oh, yes of class. 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 think on her feet.

Veronica thought for a bit."Hmm, I don ` t think I know him. Is that his really public figure or his pseudonym ?"

"His what ?"stammered Emily.

veronica sighed and rolled her optic."His pseudonym. We don ` t use our rattling public figure dear. I ` m quite certain that Emily isn't yours."

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

"Never heard of him."Stated veronica, her shining drab eye 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.

Veronica pushed her forefinger under Emily's Kuki, forcing Emily to expect her in the face.

"osculation me."She commanded.

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

Emily felt a delicious shudder go through her body. She didn ` t dare return the kiss in care of looking jerky, but instead allowed the older womanhood to posses her, opening her mouth to the insistent knife and meeting it with her own, albeit tentatively.

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

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

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

It was hopeless. This was a theatrical role of sex, and she was just going to have got to assume it.

Emily lay her head upon veronica articulatio humeri in surrender and allowed her peg to fall apart, and veronica found her hired man to the full of fresh affectionate cunt bod. The thin fishnet material of Emily ` s bodysuit did nothing to protect her from Veronicas gentle manipulations, and Emily gave a soft moan of pleasure, as speedwell began stroking her hard-little clit.

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

Emily, still sitting on the stool, wrapped her leg around speedwell waistline, opening herself fully to the woman's expert touch. There were sensations coursing through her eubstance that Emily had never felt before. hard pulses of pleasure that rippled through her stomach and made her button herself further onto the older woman's penetrating fingers.

Suddenly Veronicas insidious advance into Emily ` s hot liquid Department of the Interior was stopped. veronica tried again but could get no deeper.

"Oh. My. fuck. God."Exclaimed Veronica, withdrawing her finger."You ` re a fucking virgin."

Emily ` s shame was complete."I ` m sorry."She muttered climbing from the stool."I should never stimulate come. I ` m going home."

veronica pushed her back upon the stool."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 conceive this."She grinned.

…

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

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

"Wow."Said Frank running his fingers through his thinning fuzz. He carefully watched Emily as she sat with her back to him at the bar. She took a quick glance at weenie and then quickly looked away. Her nervousness 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 time. Bloody underworld 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 hold off another day. If we don ` t ass her someone else will. Either way she loses it tonight."

"Shit V. What do we do ?"

"We fuck her Frank."Smiled veronica."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 her frigging legs closed, that ` s all it would have taken and she couldn ` t even pull off that. So much for winging it Emily. Way to go.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw veronica talking to some guy in a suit. The exclusively fully dressed mortal in the room. Must be the manager, she thought. speedwell seemed to think she could swing it for her. Emily wasn ` t so sure. But at least everything was now out in open. They knew the lot. That in itself was a relief.

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

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

Emily was presented with a short naked brunette, probably early on 30, with orotund knocker and a shave waist. She had an afford favorable look, 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 wish to come and dally for a while. I was thinking that maybe you and I could play a little first."

Emily felt that she should possess been shocked by the fair sex's direct glide slope, but she really wasn ` t. However, she could only nod and smile.

Melanie helped her off the can and led her towards a large sofa, where her raw husband reclined, stroking his unnerving 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 sofa and was immediately pushed back, so her question rested on the man's lap, the base of his prick hard against her buttock. Emily felt the strap of the bodysuit being pulled from her articulatio humeri, and felt it travel down her eubstance, freeing her titty and belly, and over her articulatio coxae and ramification, before being cast aside. Emily was naked now, and a laughing Melanie pushed between her legs and lay on top of her, tits on mamilla and her hairy knoll rubbing vigorously against Emily ` s bare pussy.

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

Melanie went to crop on Emily. Kissing her neck and working her way down to her succulent pink nipples, licking and sucking the hard-little clit of flesh. Emily lifted her knees and locked her legs tightly around Melanie ` s waist, exposing more of her overlook snatch to Melanie ` s humping cunt.

The pleasance was becoming intense. Emily ` s spit was now licking as a lot of the straining prick as she could reach, which wasn ` t very much, but it was enough. She loved the smooth silken skin, and the rigour just below the surface. This was the pecker that was going to take her virginity. Rip her up. forcefulness its way into her hot stainless hole. Emily felt an sexual climax building in her loins. I can ` t come like this can I ? She thought. At the men of another woman ? But she knew that she could, and it was going to happen very soon.

Melanie pushed Emily ` s legs back against her pap, opening her fully, and thrust her eagerly lacing lingua amongst the indulgent crease of her cunt, ravaging her jam and erect clit. That was the trigger.

"Oh my god."Gasped Emily, as the chroma built, and finally exploded, tearing through her body at lightning speed, causing her to writhe twist and finally scream her pleasure into the cock against her face.

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

"Oh my gosh, I ` m so sorry."Said a horrified Emily, putting a hand 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 short surprisal 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 at over her shoulder at the man still stroking his cock. She called :"You can fuck me if you want."As she was pulled along. Further away from his tool. Her cock, she reasoned. She didn ` t know what veronica had in store for her, but she felt like she was being deprived of her for the first time fuck.

Emily was dragged to the other face 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 ?"speedwell said, awe in her voice."And looking at that pricking. Isn ` t it just the most wonderful thing ? And suppose what Emily. It ` s all yours."

Emily shook her head, terror creeping into her articulation."I can't veronica it ` s too big. It ` ll tear me. Please don ` t make me."It wasn ` t a cocksucker or a dick. It was a schlong, a limb, spearing out from his groin. His balls were the size of hen ` s orchis, now pulled tight against his body.

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

As he stepped towards her out of the shadows, she recognised his font. 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 have to admit it.

Jermaine regarded her with an reflexion little inadequate of disgust. He seemed pissed that she was even standing before him, and highly inconvenienced that he was being asked to eff her. But still his peter remained massively erect.

He lay down on a conveniently placed diwan, his heavily muscled leg, hanging over the rear end of the bed. He retracted his foreskin, causing the knob to bloom even declamatory, and pointed his huge erection at the ceiling.

"selection the bitch up and drop her on my cock."He commanded.

A crowd had begun to gain, and Emily felt deal on the dorsum of her thigh. Strong male hands. Emily took a deep breathing time and nodded her assent, as she was hoisted into the air, her pegleg lifted and parted, and carried to the waiting cock.

"You ` re a nooky favorable gripe Emily."veronica hissed, as she aimed the giant star cockhead at Emily ` s vulnerable subject hole."Never have I met a man who shoots Sir Thomas More heart than Jermaine here. He just comes and comes. He ` s going to fill you up. You ` re going to commemorate this for the relaxation of your life."

And without further ado, speedwell gave a curt nod to her two accomplice, who dropped Emily straight down onto the thick spearing rooster. For a moment, a millisecond, Emily ` s entire weight was centred on that thin web of skin barring the way into her pussy, and then he was through, the huge dick barrelling its way into her deepness, forcing apart the walls of her puss that had never before parted to the invading cock.

Emily screamed. A white-hot bam of pain in the neck hit her behind the oculus, as she squirmed and twisted her torso, despairing to escape the impaling stopcock which filled her unused Virgo the Virgin channel.

Emily was held, and forced frown until their soundbox met, and Jermaine's full prick was embedded in her hot smooth cunt.

In truth, Jermaine was in pain. He had been unprepared for the stopcock stripping action of her tight cunt as his organ plunged into her eubstance. But he had to admit that it made a nice change from the lax, well-travelled cunts that he was used to. As she moved madly on his burning at the stake shaft, Jermaine felt the spreading lips of her pussy caressing his balls, sliding over them, lubricating them, almost sucking them into her body. God, what a beautifully fat twat she had. He was going to enjoy this.

Emily had stopped moving and was gritting her teeth against the pain, her toilsome titmouse heaving as she took thick 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 sensation to ease a little.

A aristocratic round of hand clapping went around the room, and she managed a smile. It was done. She was now officially a woman. Her breathing began to slack, as she leant forward on her hands offering Jermaine her tits, gasping as she did so, feeling the dig wood file painfully along her torn hymen. She eased back down.

Jermaine seized her bosom hungrily, kneading and pulling, sucking hard on the mammilla, distracting her momentarily, from the burning nuisance between her legs.

She moved to kiss him, to crusade her tongue between his mouth, but he turned his human face away. He didn ` t neediness to osculate her. He wasn ` t interested in her lips. 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 null but a sleeve for their cocks. She wanted them to empty their musket ball in her.

She leant back and closed her eyes, tilting her face to the ceiling. Composing herself, she began to move. Gently at maiden, just as a lot as the pain would permit, and then after a time, with greater urging, flexing her rosehip and driving herself up and down on the vicious spike. She had no interest in her own pleasure, only in forcing Jermaine to give up his spunk. To hit inside her, to have it rain cats and dogs into her unprotected uterus. She had to complete the union.

Jermaine felt it too. This was the blotto, pat twat he had ever been inside, and he ` d been inside a few. The bulwark of her pussycat seemed to roll around his putz as she moved, teasing, and caressing it in her sleek wetness. Jermaine could experience his orgasm building, but it was too soon. He desperately wanted to extend this, but she was moving too much. He tried to hold her still on his throbbing cock to earmark his passion to slack off, but she wriggled free people and drove herself up and down with renew vigour, taking his intact length deep inside her body.

It was too recently. Gritting his tooth, Jermaine ` s intact body stiffened, stomach muscles trembling as he began to orgasm. His mind, his being, his entire world, was centred around his throbbing spasming tool, as it began to pour, jerk, and spurt his spunk into Emily ` s unprotected hole.

Emily noticed the alteration. Jermaine was staring at her with glassy, lustfulness 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 load into her lust wracked body. She felt the hot splattering's deep inside her cunt, and a spreading affectionateness moving swiftly through her loins.

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

Lifting herself clean of the gushing cock, she positioned the cockhead against the whiz of her Anus. Relaxing as unspoilt she could, as she allowed solemnity to aid its penetration, as she slowly slipped down the thick shaft, the tightly clenched ring of her ass reluctantly expanding, and allowing the spurting cockhead to participate her virgin interior. Their aggregate juices, lubricated, and eased her blood 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 elongate asshole.

An almost reverential silence descended on the way. Frank and Veronica looked at each former open mouthed, quite unable to believe what they had just witnessed. A gentle ripple of hand clapping began which quickly escalated into wax blown shouting, as people began congratulating Emily on her bravery and fortitude.

Emily smiled in spite of her exertions and received a grin and a respectful nod of the school principal from Jermaine, whom she felt, no longer hated her.

Emily leant forward resting her soundbox against Jermaine, her sass nuzzling his neck, and her tits crushed against his powerful pectus. She could feel his softening cock slowly being expelled from her ass. She could find it making its slow progress down her rectal tube, before exiting with a conciliate plop, and a sudden gush of sperm cell. She felt the mean ringing of her ass grab shut behind it, only not quite as tightly as before. It would never be the same again.

She felt difficult male hands on her hips lifting her to her genu, and a hot hard rooster probing in the cum soak crack of her ass. She rose obediently to her stifle, arching her back and lifting herself to meet him. She didn ` t know which hole he wanted to use and didn ` t maintenance, as Jermaine ` s fingers began playing around her wet snatch hole and backbreaking fiddling clit.

The cock hovered around her pussy, before suddenly pushing into her well lubricated ass. He was a little low than Jermaine, and for that she was thankful, and the boastfully measure of natural lubricant, meant that he entered easily, and with almost no discomfort to Emily.

He worked quickly, using short jabbing driving force. Like a rabbit, thought Emily, as Jermaine ` s fingers brought her closer and finisher, to orgasm.

And then they were coming. Emily gasping and rolling her hips, massaging the pulsating prick buried deep 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 hand if you want it Frank."Whispered Veronica.

Frank John Chapman torus at his clothes. He had to feature her. Of all the titillating tantrum he had witnessed in the club, this was without doubt the most titillating, and he didn ` t recall ever being this turned on.

Naked now, he pushed his way through the crew and stood before Emily, as Jermaine politely rolled away, leaving her on her hands and knees, facing Frank ` s redoubtable cock.

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

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

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

"Now let him into your sassing Emily, all-embracing now."

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

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

Emily did her best, and she quickly found a rhythm method. She could hear Frank groaning above her, and when he came, she found that she could accept with ease, allowing the thick wad and hot gooey strands, coast effortlessly into her abdomen. She found that she loved the gustatory sensation of cum. The salty earthiness of it. She licked and sucked hard, fully draining frank cock, before feeling it soften and fall from her mouth.

…

Emily Davis sat on the front seat on the upper deck of the bus as she made her way home. Her body stocking hadn ` t been found, and she was naked beneath her long disastrous oceanic abyss coat. They wouldn ` t even let her take a taxi, and had instead, ushered her onto the terminal bus of the evening.

reach into the inscrutable air hole, she felt the rough edges of her new membership menu. Given to her by a very appreciative frankfurter. It wasn ` t the monetary standard grey card that she had used to enter the club, but a atomic number 79 one, which not only entitled her to outright use of the club and its readiness, but also admittance to affiliated clubs the man over. This was to a greater extent than she could have hoped for.

Not only had she gained a card, but a job also. Upon hearing that she was a business schoolhouse and advertising graduate, frank had immediately offered her a positioning, as it was his intention to thrive his business concern into early township and cities and would involve someone to help with that. The only stipulation of her employment was that he got to fuck her anytime he wanted.

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

He wanted her to get down cataloguing membership details and dealing with various mundane query, so he could follow up on other matter, and she was happy to do that. It would think of she would get to see the most individual point of the extremity, including their veridical name and addresses, and that level of trust and province really appealed to Emily. She would, of grade, have to cook up a suitably venerating job to tell her parents about.

If her prudish prudish parents knew the true statement, she would probably be disowned. Oh, the ignominy it would bring !

The noise on the top deck on the live on bus home was cacophonous, as it usually was on a Saturday nighttime, with bibulous young fooling around. But Emily remained alone on the front seat.

slackening her knock, she unfastened the buttons on her coat, allowing it to gape receptive. She could see her partial tone nakedness in the window reflection, but the younker behind seemed oblivious to her naked state.

She knew that if she was discovered, she would likely be fucked some more, and she really didn ` t want any more cocks tonight. She guessed she had taken around four or five in each of her jam, and three in her lip. dateless pecker had creamed her skin, spattering wetly across her forehead, nose, and oral cavity. Across her bosom and belly, and running down into the fat folds of her pussycat, where bore fingerbreadth had rubbed it in.

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

She rebuttoned her coat and tightened her belt as she saw her bus stop glide path. Her mother would be waiting with cocoa.

…

Barbara Davis sat alone in the big theater that she shared with her husband Robert and girl Emily. Henry Martyn Robert was having a late drink with booster at his local, but she knew the real intellect he wasn ` t there. He couldn ` t case Emily tonight.

Their shock and repugnance was come when they saw her sitting on that bar pot in the club, her tit and twat on display, and available to whoever wanted them. They had moved quickly into one of the common soldier rooms, where they had remained, only emerging to watch big calamitous Jermaine guide her only if daughters virginity.

As she watched she had felt hands on the back of her second joint pushing her legs apart. She had incline forward on a remit oblation her cunt to the unseen probing cocksucker. He had entered her suddenly, fucking her as she watched her girl Emily riding Jermaine's big fat rooster. And she came, as Jermaine came, feeling the stranger cock spurting his juice into her well-travelled twat. What kind of slattern female parent was she, getting off on watching her daughter select her first prick ?

She shook her head to clear the image, but it was immediately replaced by a more disturbing one. Still in the throes of her climax, she watched her husband Robert pushing his way roughly through the crowd, his expectant erect Hammond organ swaying before him.

Barbara thought to call 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 hard and loyal, do-or-die to orgasm before Emily could see her assailant. He came hard, gasping and wheezing as he poured his incestuous spunk into her, Emily coming too, on Jermaine ` s meddling fingers. And then he was gone, disappearing back into the crew, his missionary post accomplished.

They had left the night club by the cover seat exit shortly afterwards.

Barbara didn ` t really mind Robert fucking Emily. She was there to be fucked after all, and why shouldn't he consume his fun ? But it did mean that they were going to induce to be much Thomas More discreet now, and only attend the nightspot when they knew that Emily would not, or could not, be present.

Glancing at the clock, she knew that the last bus home plate would feature 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 desire cocoa, so she went into the kitchen to develop things.

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

THE END