* Hi. As I said in chapter 1, if you are not a fan of group sex, or sex outside of a relationship, this series is not for you. Thanks.
My saturday seemed to last about a month, as I idled around the house, day-dreaming about Jade and what she might be going through at the hands of our best friends Paul and Adele.
I watched a lot of sport, a couple of films and even tried to do some work at home, but I couldn't focus for more than a few minutes, before drifting off into lurid visions, my cock painful with hardness.
11pm came and went, as did midnight. No email. Then one o'clock passed, and sixty minutes later still nothing, but it wasn't as if I would be getting much sleep anyway. I began to think that maybe she hadn't had time to send me her detailed account of today's adventures, but I reminded myself that Paul would make sure we kept to the plan and, eventually, just before 4am, as I was starting to nod off on the sofa, I heard the 'ding' of a message received...
'Hi Luke,
Sorry it's taken so long to email but it has taken me hours to type everything, but I promised you EVERY detail. I will try to write it as accurate as possible, and include as much of the conversation, as I know you like that.
I woke up at ten o'clock, as demanded, and found a note on my bedside table.
'Slave,
Take the next half an hour to shower and prepare yourself for the day. Come down to the kitchen, naked, at 10.30am sharp, or you will be sent home.'
I did as I was told, before making my way downstairs, to find Paul and Adele drinking coffee at the table. They pointed to the sideboard, telling me to cook breakfast for three, so at least I knew I was going to eat.
I made the mistake of asking them what they had planned for today, and they quickly told me to speak only when spoken to, then they just ignored me as they continued their own conversation. I already felt a pulse in my clit, which was so deprived and desperate to be licked and rubbed and slapped until I spurted my cum.
After breakfast, I was made to tidy the kitchen, as they watched with sadistic grins, prompting me if I missed something or didn't carry out my tasks perfectly.
I was then bent over the kitchen table, as Paul inserted the anal beads into my ass again, spiting on them to at least give me some relief. As he did so, Adele calmly informed me that they were going out for a while and that I must clean the house from top to bottom, without touching myself or the beads. I was ordered to think only dirty thoughts the whole time, and if my pussy wasn't soaking on their return they would tie my to their bed and leave me until tomorrow, untouched.
I did just that, for almost three hours. At first, my ass was very sore, but eventually I became accustomed to the intrusion, and every time I bent over or moved in certain ways my pussy would twitch and lubricate, to the point I almost made a squelching noise when I walked.
They arrived home about 2pm and began inspecting my handiwork, full of praise for my efforts, with Paul pushing me against a wall, face first, almost as if to frisk me, sticking two fingers roughly inside my hole to confirm I had thought enough nasty things to provide them with a sopping cunt. Adele pulled the beads from my ass and fed them to me, as I was made to suck them. I had to force myself as I hadn't been touched today and wasn't yet pushed beyond that point of no control.
I was then sent to the bedroom, where Paul manoeuvred me onto my back as Adele rustled through some bags she had brought back from their outing, pulling out a massive black dildo. I knew where that was going, but it was thick and about twelve inches, so I hoped they would defile me enough to make my pussy stretch so wide, as I had only ever seen a real cock like that once before, and I told you about not being able to fit that inside me when I was younger.
Both of them stripped down to their underwear, Adele wearing black matching bra and panties, Paul already hard in his tight boxers, and it was he who began to insert the first half inch of the massive ebony member into my tunnel.
Adele came beside me, lifting my head onto her lap.
''Now, tramp, you are going to talk dirty to us about whatever we demand. If we feel you are holding back at any stage, we will shove this monster inside you in one stroke, so remember who is in charge here.''
I just moaned as the head of the dildo began to really open me up, now loitering an inch inside, with more girth to come.
''Who do you least like sexually at work and why?''
I told them Jason, the creep, because he thinks he can have anyone and he is always looking at me like with that fucking smile, like he can fuck me whenever he wants.
Adele told me to close my eyes and picture him fucking me. I was not sure why they were doing this, but I trusted them and began to call his name.
''Jason, stick that big dick inside me. I won't tell. You can do anything to me. You know you can have me whenever you want...''
As I went on, the thought of lowering myself to fuck such a snake began to blow my mind, and it made me desperate for real cock. Paul continued to work in and out of me with what felt like a tree trunk, and I always lost my breath as the helmet popped inside me.
''I want you to use me Jason, and tell everyone in the office about what a cheap whore I am. You can pick any hole you like.''
Adele didn't need to say anything as I was offering up the dirtiest and vilest of thoughts, as Paul pushed another couple of inches deeper..
''You can take pictures if you want, show them to your mates and snigger at me in the office. Please stick your big cock in further, Jason! I want you to treat me like a useless cunt.''
Adele told me that I was to stop when I felt I might cum, then asked me for another subject, this time closer to home.
''What about Luke's younger brother, Adam?'' said said. ''You told me he was always looking you over when you went on holiday with his family. Pretend it's his big, young dick.
This was so wrong, and the thought had never crossed my mind. As you know, he is 18 and a young 18 at that, but I did as I was told, spurred on by the fact that Paul was now moving six inches of thick, black dildo in and out of me, and he still had half in his hand.
''Mmm... faster. Your cock is so much bigger than your brothers. I bet you have wanked over me a thousand times you dirty little bastard. How does it feel to be fucking my cunt? Faster, Adam, please do me before your dad and Luke come back from playing golf.''
I was lost in my fantasy, and just kept asking him to fuck me harder with his young dick, forcing myself to believe it was him. I felt so ashamed by my actions but, as you know, the more I am coerced into doing things, the more I want to be abused. And the more I was digesting my words, the more I wanted to talk.
Paul was now reaming my fuck hole with seven inches of hardness, thumping it in line with my demands.
''I want you to empty your balls into me Adam, so I can feel you dripping out of me when we all have dinner tonight. I know your dad wishes he was fucking me now, I see the way he looks at me. You can take my panties with you Adam, and keep them to jerk into. Any time I am alone, just come around to the house and stretch me open.''
Soon enough, I had to put my hand down to my pussy and tell Paul to stop, as I was on the brink, but I still kept talking.
