Chapter 2

It was in the early hours of Saturday morning when I got up to my apartment. My hair and skin were slick with Crisco and my anus felt strangely loose and open. I ran a shower; forceful and hot. I was no stranger to sex, having lost my virginity when I was about 15 years old. My school was located in a wooded area so there were many opportunities to have sex during the school day; it led to some of my friends being discovered. One of my best friends at the time, had been happened upon by a male guidance counselor while she was sucking a boy’s cock.

She said every time since then that she passed him in the hall, she just knew they both were picturing the scene in their minds. I had a threesome out there once myself. Anal sex was also quite common in the school, but I was not into it and my boyfriend never tried to initiate it. Guys seemed to like it and would pressure girls into it by pointing out the lack of risk of pregnancy. I had occasionally acted as a look-out in the girls’ room and had heard my fill of girls enduring the pain to please their boyfriends ... or sigh their boyfriends’ friends.

I soaped up in the shower and meditated on the unique experience to which I had just submitted. I had felt very attracted to Jack, hoping for a romantic relationship, and now found myself both scared and excited, and under no illusion that he felt any tenderness towards me. Yet I found myself getting sexually aroused in reviewing theis past night’s events and envisioning alternate routes our actions might have taken. It was strange how after knowing him for so short a time, I had complied with every instruction he gave me, parading myself in an exaggerated display of exhibitionism, culminating in his probing my rear. Even more exciting was the anticipation of what lay in store for me after next week. I still had in mind the idea of trying to spark a romance. Yet a dark desire for more of what I had experienced was also getting the better of me and I knew the two scenarios were not mutually compatible.

I spent the next few days in a state of constant arousal and excitement. Towards the end of the day on Tuesday, I found a note on my desk from Frank telling me to meet Jack the following evening at 8:00 with a given address. Perplexed, I went to the address and found it was a tattoo parlor and salon and it was closed for the night. Jack arrived a few minutes later and upon ringing a bell, a buzzer sounded and he opened the door, letting us in. Denise, a tall heavyset woman with colorful tattoos, ushered us in and led us to a back room, turning on the lights. I realized suddenly I was in a waxing salon.

“I want your private areas fully depilated”, Jack said. “It will make you appear more naked to me.”

I nodded my head, immensely relieved that he did not mean to have me tattooed. Denise had me disrobe and washed me with a mildly abrasive soap. I was offered a paracetamol which I refused. (Later, at home, I took some.) I had never undergone a waxing before, but it was my first of many to come. While uncomfortable in the process, the smoothness of the flesh of my vulva and around my anus was so refreshing and appeared highly erotic. Jack nodded approvingly and offered me a ride home which I accepted. He told me he would pick me up Friday evening at 6:30 and advised me to eat lightly. He cupped my breasts in his hands, then traced his hands down my sides and squeezed me gently yet firmly just above the hips. He kissed me briefly on the lips and told me “Good night”. I left the car and nearly floated my way up to my apartment with a new sense of anticipation for the coming week.

Friday finally came; I was on tenterhooks the whole day. Jack picked me up on time. I had only my handbag and a second small bag of some personal items. Jack handed me a pair of sunglasses to wear; strange since it was dark already. I put them on and realized they had been painted over in black. Wearing them, I was completely blind. He drove for about thirty minutes; we were both silent. From the increased speed of the car, I knew we had left town. We came to the end of the trip. Jack guided me by my elbow from the car up a driveway and removed the glasses. We were in front of a large house that stood alone. Although it was dark out, I could tell the house was isolated on a large plot of land. He opened the door with a key and motioned me in ahead of him and as we entered the foyer, he took my coat. Stepping out of the foyer, I found myself in a very large room, half the floor was tiled, and the half at the further end had a bright, shining waxed hardwood floor. Also, at the far end was some exercise equipment, including a treadmill, an elliptical, machines for adducts and abducts, a weight/double cable assembly, and a weight bench with assorted dumbells.

I was frightfully startled to see Frank suddenly appear, gazing at me steadily. He came slowly towards me. I shivered in fear; he looked like a malevolent stranger. At work we had a half joking and half flirting (on his part) relationship; now he looked hungry and leering, breathing heavily. Frank lifted my sweater upwards, paused a moment and in an abrupt motion, pulled my blouse apart, popping the buttons. He cupped my breasts, lifting them upowards. I looked fearfully at Jack for some sort of reassurance but he stared back impassively. I realized his light display of affection of two days before meant nothing. Frank played with my breasts for a while, uncomfortably rubbing and twisting them. Eventually I lost the sweater and the blouse.

Now topless, wearing only flesh colored see-through pantyhose and heels, Frank lifted me up in mid-air by my underarms and turned me to face Jack. While Jack watched, still with no expression, Frank switched his grip to hold me tightly against him with his left arm which squashed my breasts uncomfortably. He began to feel me up through the pantyhose with his right hand, stroking my inner thighs, working his way upwards to my vulva ... and then pushing in and out of my vagina with his fingers through the nylon. Dropping me, and bending me over, he paused to remove his shirt; he was very massive and solidy built; imagine an obese man, but when you touch him, he is more hard than flabby. He has a dark complexion and is covered fully with black hair; almost fur-like. He began rubbing my back and then went up to the nape of my neck leaning over me with his furry chest now rubbing on my back. He pulled back and straightened me up, with my back to him; I faced Jack.

“Pull your pantyhose down to mid-thigh”, Jack commanded.

Embarassed, I obeyed.

“Now crouch down.”

Frank came closer and crouched behind me, spreading my legs. Jack approached me from the front, removing from his pocket a pink egg shaped device with a long tail which he placed on the floor before me.

“Pick it up and insert it.”

I inserted the egg inside my vagina. The pink tail end protruded outside. Frank, firmly gripped me, one large hand each gripping a lobe of my behind from the bottom and lifted me as if I were a feather. He spread my buttocks apart as he lifted and carried me to the back of an easy chair and then lowered me, telling me to spread my legs so that my legs straddled the arms of the chair. Suddenly a soft buzzing sound started and the egg inside my vagina began to vibrate. Frank began massaging my breasts while Jack controlled the intensity of the vibration. I was getting very aroused. The vibration stopped and Frank began rubbing my vulva. He suddenly clamped me between the legs in a hard grip and looked up at Jack who began the vibration again ... this time it seemed to actually work in a thrusting motion. In my excitement I began making noises and thrusting my own pelvic region back and forth. Frank joined Jack in front of me to enjoy the show. With my pantyhose about my thighs and my legs spread on the arms of the chair I was completely exposed to them. My own lust went out of control as I continued to pump my genitals back and forth. Suddenly Jack increased the vibration way up and I began to scream in excitement, writhing in an uncontrollable excitement ... I threw back my head, my hair flying everywhere, jutted my breasts forward and shrieked in a shattering orgasm. Out of breath, I collapsed in a heap, my legs still splayed across the arms of the chair.