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Matthew and Marilla may not be sure about Anne, but Anne takes one look at Prince Edward Island's red clay roads and the Cuthberts' snug white farmhouse with its distinctive green gables and decides that she's home at last. But will she be able to convince Marilla and Matthew to let her stay?

Armed with only a battered carpetbag and a boundless imagination, Anne charms her way into the Cuthberts' hearts--and into the hearts of readers as well. She truly is, in the words of Mark Twain, "the dearest and most lovable child in fiction since the immortal Alice. These are stories ranging from shaving her knuckles in grade school, to a shopping trip gone horribly awry, to internet garbage, to parsing the trajectory of fears and anxieties that pressed More upon her immigrated parents and bled down a generation.

Stories of returning to India where her parents grew up, and ultimately about trying to find her place in the world. With a sharp eye and biting wit, Scaachi explores the absurdity of a life and culture steeped in misery. And through these intimate, wise and laugh-out-loud funny dispatches, a portrait of a bright new literary voice emerges.

One boy. One boat. One tiger. After the tragic sinking of a cargo ship, a solitary lifeboat remains bobbing on the wild, blue Pacific. The only survivors from the wreck are a sixteen-year-old boy named Pi, a hyena, a zebra with a broken leg , a female orangutan--and a pound Royal Bengal tiger. The scene is More set for one of the most extraordinary and beloved works of fiction in recent years. As this novel-within-a-novel twists and turns through love and jealousy, self-sacrifice and betrayal, so does the real narrative, as both move closer to war and catastrophe.

But the surprisingly good news is that we have solutions to these problems. In the past 50 years, a remarkable number of environmental problems have been solved, while substantial progress is ongoing on others. The Optimistic Environmentalist chronicles these remarkable success stories. Thousands of new parks, protecting billions of hectares of land and water.

The salvation of the ozone layer, vital to life on Earth. The exponential growth of renewable energy powered by wind, water, and sun. The race to be the greenest city in the world. Remarkable strides in cleaning up the air we breathe and the water we drink. A circular economy where waste is a thing of the past. Past successes pave the way for even greater achievements in the future. Providing a powerful antidote to environmental despair, this book inspires optimism, leading readers to take action and exemplifying how change can happen.

More the storm touched. The Perfect Storm is a real-life thriller that makes us feel like we've been caught, helpless, in the grip of a force of nature beyond our understanding or control. Why not the world? More not alone. She had never seriously ridden a bicycle before. She had no athletic experience or corporate sponsorship, but with just eight months of preparation, Juliana Buhring departed from Naples, Italy, in July aiming to become the first woman to circumnavigate the globe. She set out believing she might not ever return, but that she had nothing to lose. She traversed small-town and big-mountain America, Australian desert expanses, South Asian rainforests and villages, and Turkish plains.

She suffered innumerable breakdowns, severe food poisoning, hostile pursuers, and the international longing for a good Italian espresso. First published by Houghton Mifflin in , Silent Spring alerted a large audience to the environmental and human dangers of indiscriminate use of pesticides, spurring revolutionary changes in the laws affecting our air, land, and water.

Even if Heinrich Harrer, already one of the greatest mountaineers of his time, was climbing in the Himalayas when war broke out in Europe. He was imprisoned by the British in India More but succeeded in escaping and fled to Tibet. Settling in Lhasa, the Forbidden City, where he became a friend and tutor to the Dalai Lama, Heinrich Harrer spent seven years gaining a more profound understanding of Tibet and the Tibetans than any Westerner before him.

He sought to explore the effects of deep solitude on the body and mind and to find the spiritual answers he'd been seeking all his life. With only More a cat and his thoughts as companions, he wrestled with inner storms while the wild forces of nature raged around him. The physical challenges were immense, but the struggles of mind and spirit pushed him even further.

In April a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. More months later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter. How McCandless came to die is the unforgettable story of Into the Wild.

At twenty-two, Cheryl Strayed thought she had lost everything. Four years later, with nothing more to lose, she made the most impulsive decision of her life. With no experience or training, driven only by blind will, she would hike more than a thousand Told with suspense and style, sparkling with warmth and humor, Wild powerfully captures the terrors and pleasures of one young woman forging ahead against all odds on a journey that maddened, strengthened, and ultimately healed her. This unsettling novel is set thirty years in the future, in the wake of a third world war.

One of the survivors, a former soldier nicknamed Mercy, suffers from PTSD and is haunted by guilt and lingering memories of More his family. His pain is eased when he meets a dancer named Ruby, a performer who breathes new life into his carefully constructed existence. But when his long-lost brother Leo arrives with news that Mercy's children have been spotted, the two brothers travel into the wilderness to look for them, only to find that the line between truth and lies is trespassed, challenging Mercy's own moral code about the things that matter amid the wreckage of war and tragedy.

The Noonday Demon examines depression in personal, cultural, and scientific terms. Drawing on his own struggles More with the illness and interviews with fellow sufferers, doctors and scientists, policy makers and politicians, drug designers, and philosophers, Andrew Solomon reveals the subtle complexities and sheer agony of the disease as well as the reasons for hope. He confronts the challenge of defining the illness and describes the vast range of available medications and treatments, and the impact the malady has on various demographic populations—around the world and throughout history.

He also explores the thorny patch of moral and ethical questions posed by biological explanations for mental illness. With uncommon humanity, candor, wit and erudition, award-winning author Solomon takes readers on a journey of incomparable range and resonance into the most pervasive of family secrets. His contribution to our understanding not only of mental illness but also of the human condition is truly stunning. In The Hours, Michael Cunningham, widely praised as one of the most gifted writers of his generation, draws inventively on the life and work of Virginia Woolf to tell the story of a group of contemporary characters struggling with the conflicting claims of love and inheritance, hope and despair.

The narrative of Woolf's last days before her suicide early in More World War II counterpoints the fictional stories of Samuel, a famous poet whose life has been shadowed by his talented and troubled mother, and his lifelong friend Clarissa, who strives to forge a balanced and rewarding life in spite of the demands of friends, lovers, and family.

The Bell Jar chronicles the crack-up of Esther Greenwood: brilliant, beautiful, enormously talented, and successful, but slowly going under -- maybe for the last time. Sylvia Plath masterfully draws the reader into Esther's breakdown with such intensity that Esther's insanity becomes completely real and even rational, as probable and accessible an experience as going to the movies. Such deep penetration More into the dark and harrowing corners of the psyche is an extraordinary accomplishment and has made The Bell Jar a haunting American classic Less.

It tells the riotous and poignant story of how one man regains his memory and comes to terms with the magnitude of his wife's betrayal. During the years he spends in a neural health facility, Pat Peoples formulates a theory about silver linings: he believes his life is a movie produced by God, his mission is to become physically More fit and emotionally supportive, and his happy ending will be the return of his estranged wife, Nikki.

When Pat goes to live with his parents, everything seems changed: no one will talk to him about Nikki; his old friends are saddled with families; the Philadelphia Eagles keep losing, making his father moody; and his new therapist seems to be recommending adultery as a form of therapy. When Lucia starts hearing voices, it is Miranda who must find a way to reach her sister. Lucia impetuously plows ahead, but the bitter constant is that she is, in fact, mentally ill. Lucia lives More life on a grand scale, until, inevitably, she crashes to earth.

Miranda leaves her own self-contained life in Switzerland to rescue her sister again—but only Lucia can decide whether she wants to be saved. The bonds of sisterly devotion stretch across oceans—but what does it take to break them? From finding your breath to feeling grounded, these practice-based exercises make integrating mindfulness into your routine easy.

Reduce stress, improve mental health, and stay present no matter what the day holds when you practice Practicing Mindfulness offers effective, modern meditations and exercises to start practicing everyday mindfulness, today. In the months after his father's suicide, it's been tough for sixteen-year-old Aaron Soto to find happiness again—but he's still gunning for it.

With the support of his girlfriend Genevieve and his overworked mom, he's slowly remembering what that might feel like. But grief and the smile-shaped scar on his wrist prevent him from forgetting completely. When Genevieve leaves More for a couple of weeks, Aaron spends all his time hanging out with this new guy, Thomas.

Aaron's crew notices, and they're not exactly thrilled. But Aaron can't deny the happiness Thomas brings or how Thomas makes him feel safe from himself, despite the tensions their friendship is stirring with his girlfriend and friends. Since Aaron can't stay away from Thomas or turn off his newfound feelings for him, he considers turning to the Leteo Institute's revolutionary memory-alteration procedure to straighten himself out, even if it means forgetting who he truly is.

Carly MacIsaac, in collaboration with illustrator Izzy Treyvaud, releases her debut collection of poetry reflecting on the turbulent journey towards self-forgiveness; striking a match to the past, sitting amongst the ashes - and ultimately finding the bravery to rebuild. Under the influence of their charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at an elite New England college discover a way of thinking and living that is a world away from the humdrum existence of their contemporaries.

But when they go beyond the boundaries of normal morality their lives are changed profoundly and forever, and they discover how More hard it can be to truly live and how easy it is to kill. Following the curves of history in the first half of the twentieth century, Fall On Your Knees takes us from haunted Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, through the battle fields of World War One, to the emerging jazz scene of New York city and into the lives of four unforgettable sisters. The mythically charged Piper family--James, a father of intelligence More and immense ambition, Materia, his Lebanese child-bride, and their daughters: Kathleen, a budding opera Diva; Frances, the incorrigible liar and hell-bent bad girl; Mercedes, obsessive Catholic and protector of the flock; and Lily, the adored invalid who takes us on a quest for truth and redemption--is supported by a richly textured cast of characters.

Together they weave a tale of inescapable family bonds, of terrible secrets, of miracles, racial strife, attempted murder, birth and death, and forbidden love. Moving and finely written, Fall On Your Knees is by turns dark and hilariously funny, a story--and a world--that resonate long after the last page is turned.

The supermarket was supposed to change all that. An ordinary job and a steady check. More of his tortured mind are revealed. Because something there seems to be looking for him. A darkly funny psychological thriller, Supermarket is a gripping exploration into madness and creativity. Who knew you could find sex, drugs, and murder all in aisle nine Less. No one's ever told Eleanor that life should be better than fine. Eleanor Oliphant is, well, a bit of an oddball--albeit a loveable one.

She struggles with appropriate social skills and tends to say exactly what she's thinking. More wear the same clothes year after year , means that Eleanor has become a bit of a loner. But for Eleanor, nothing really important is missing in her carefully timetabled life of avoiding perplexing social interactions, where weekends are punctuated by frozen pizza, Glen's Vodka, and phone chats with "Mummy. When she and Raymond together save Sammy, an elderly gentleman who has fallen on the sidewalk, the three become the kind of friends who rescue one another from the lives of isolation they have each been living.

And it is Raymond's big heart that will ultimately help Eleanor find the way to repairing her own damaged one. Smart, warm, and uplifting, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine is the story of a quirky yet lonely woman whose social misunderstandings and deeply ingrained routines could be changed forever--if she can bear to confront the secrets she has avoided all her life.

But if she does, she'll learn that she, too, is capable of finding friendship--and even love--after all, if only she can learn to open her heart. Daisy Jones is a beautiful, broken girl growing up in L. But when she sings in a crowded, smoky club, you can hear a pin drop.

All she wants is to write her own songs, but the record studio has its own ideas. It's the early s and free More love and drugs are everywhere, and Daisy wants to experience it all. Billy Dunne and his brother have a band called The Six that won't be playing weddings for long.

They are ambitious, hard-rocking, hard-partying. When they land a record deal, Billy's girlfriend follows them to the west coast and life begins. But she finds out she's pregnant on the eve of their first tour, and the pressure of fatherhood and incipient fame make Billy go a little crazy on the road. Daisy and Billy's paths cross when a manager realizes that the key to skyrocketing success is to put them together. But oil and water don't even begin to describe how they mix. And what happens next will become the stuff of legend. What makes us who we are? What combination of memory, history, biology, experience, and that ineffable thing called the soul defines us?

In the spring of , through a genealogy website to which she had whimsically submitted her DNA for analysis, Dani Shapiro received the stunning news that her father was not her biological father. More She woke up one morning and her entire history--the life she had lived--crumbled beneath her. Inheritance is a book about secrets--secrets within families, kept out of shame or self-protectiveness; secrets we keep from one another in the name of love.

It is the story of a woman's urgent quest to unlock the story of her own identity, a story that has been scrupulously hidden from her for more than fifty years, years she had spent writing brilliantly, and compulsively, on themes of identity and family history. It is a book about the extraordinary moment we live in--a moment in which science and technology have outpaced not only medical ethics but also the capacities of the human heart to contend with the consequences of what we discover.

There was a mystery haunting award-winning investigative journalist Johann Hari. He was thirty-nine years old, and almost every year he had been alive, depression and anxiety had increased in Britain and across the Western world. He had a very personal reason to ask this question. When he was a teenager, he had gone to his doctor and explained So, as an adult, he went on a forty-thousand-mile journey across the world to interview the leading experts about what causes depression and anxiety, and what solves them.

It is , and London is still reeling from years of war. Fourteen-year-old Nathaniel and his older sister, Rachel, seemingly abandoned by their parents, have been left in the care of an enigmatic figure they call The Moth. They suspect he may be a criminal and grow both more convinced and less concerned as they come to know his eccentric More crew of friends: men and women with a shared history, all of whom seem determined now to protect and educate in rather unusual ways the siblings.

But are they really what and who they claim to be? And how should Nathaniel and Rachel feel when their mother returns without their father after months of silence—explaining nothing, excusing nothing? An audacious and powerful debut novel: a second American Civil War, a devastating plague, and one family caught deep in the middle—a story that asks what might happen if America were to turn its most devastating policies and deadly weapons upon itself. More But even she knows that oil is outlawed, that Louisiana is half underwater, and that unmanned drones fill the sky.

When her father is killed and her family is forced into Camp Patience for displaced persons, she begins to grow up shaped by her particular time and place. But not everyone at Camp Patience is who they claim to be. Eventually Sarat is befriended by a mysterious functionary, under whose influence she is turned into a deadly instrument of war. The decisions that she makes will have tremendous consequences not just for Sarat but for her family and her country, rippling through generations of strangers and kin alike. Caitlin Maharg, an only child, lives in a house by a water-filled limestone quarry whose gothic presence is elemental to the story.

With loving parents and what appears to be an idyllic upbringing, much has More been kept from her and she learns that her mother is dying. But there are things Caitlin knows in a wordless way, the way she knows every inch of the quarry. And when a series of family secrets emerges, Caitlin learns to rely on her inner strength. From Rupi Kaur, the 1 New York Times bestselling author of milk and honey, comes her long-awaited second collection of poetry.

A vibrant and transcendent journey about growth and healing. Expatriation and rising up to find a home within yourself. Divided into five chapters and illustrated by Kaur, the sun and her flowers is More a journey of wilting, falling, rooting, rising, and blooming. A celebration of love in all its forms. And yet we played on, because we had hope that we might be the lucky ones.

He promises her the world, More but when she discovers she is pregnant--and that her lover is married--she refuses to be bought. Instead, she accepts an offer of marriage from a gentle, sickly minister passing through on his way to Japan. But her decision to abandon her home, and to reject her son's powerful father, sets off a dramatic saga that will echo down through the generations.

Richly told and profoundly moving, Pachinko is a story of love, sacrifice, ambition, and loyalty. From bustling street markets to the halls of Japan's finest universities to the pachinko parlors of the criminal underworld, Lee's complex and passionate characters--strong, stubborn women, devoted sisters and sons, fathers shaken by moral crisis--survive and thrive against the indifferent arc of history.

In this generation-defining self-help guide, a superstar blogger cuts through the crap to show us how to stop trying to be "positive" all the time so that we can truly become better, happier people. He tells it like it is—a dose of raw, refreshing, honest truth that is sorely lacking today. Manson makes the argument, backed both by academic research and well-timed poop jokes, that improving our lives hinges not on our ability to turn lemons into lemonade, but on learning to stomach lemons better.

Human beings are flawed and limited—"not everybody can be extraordinary, there are winners and losers in society, and some of it is not fair or your fault. Once we embrace our fears, faults, and uncertainties, once we stop running and avoiding and start confronting painful truths, we can begin to find the courage, perseverance, honesty, responsibility, curiosity, and forgiveness we seek.

Nour has just lost her father to cancer, and her mother moves Nour and her sisters from New York City back to Syria to be closer to their family. What would it be like to free yourself from limitations and soar beyond your boundaries? What can you do each day to discover inner peace and serenity? The Untethered Soul offers simple yet profound answers to these questions.

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More transform your relationship with yourself and the world around you. By tapping into traditions of meditation and mindfulness, author and spiritual teacher Michael A. Singer shows how the development of consciousness can enable us all to dwell in the present moment and let go of painful thoughts and memories that keep us from achieving happiness and self-realization. In a series of concise, orally grounded and visually vivid poems, she introduces the mysterious avenger, Shee, who upends daily life, and all the lives, on an antebellum plantation.

Two brown girls dream of being dancers--but only one, Tracey, has talent. The other has ideas: about rhythm and time, about black bodies and black music, about what constitutes a tribe, or makes a person truly free. It's a close but complicated childhood friendship that ends abruptly in their early twenties, never to be revisited, but never quite forgotten, either. More Dazzlingly energetic and deeply human, Swing Time is a story about friendship and music and stubborn roots, about how we are shaped by these things and how we can survive them. Moving from northwest London to West Africa, it is an exuberant dance to the music of time.

Because for the first time in a long time, their dreams are finally off hold A riveting kaleidoscopic debut novel and the beginning of a major career: Yaa Gyasi's Homegoing is a novel about race, history, ancestry, love and time, charting the course of two sisters torn apart in 18th century Africa through to the present day. Two half sisters, Effia and Esi, unknown to each other, are born into two different tribal villages More in 18th century Ghana. Effia will be married off to an English colonist, and will live in comfort in the sprawling, palatial rooms of Cape Coast Castle, raising "half-caste" children who will be sent abroad to be educated in England before returning to the Gold Coast to serve as administrators of the Empire.

Her sister, Esi, will be imprisoned beneath Effia in the Castle's women's dungeon, before being shipped off on a boat bound for America, where she will be sold into slavery. Stretching from the tribal wars of Ghana to slavery and Civil War in America, from the coal mines in the north to the Great Migration to the streets of 20th century Harlem, Yaa Gyasi has written a modern masterpiece, a novel that moves through histories and geographies and—with outstanding economy and force—captures the intricacies of the troubled yet hopeful human spirit.

Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed. Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. More Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger.

Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr. But what Starr does or does not say could upend her community. It could also endanger her life. Celie is a poor black woman whose letters tell the story of 20 years of her life, beginning at age 14 when she is being abused and raped by her father and attempting to protect her sister from the same fate, and continuing over the course of her marriage to Mister," a brutal man who terrorizes her.

Celie eventually learns More that her abusive husband has been keeping her sister's letters from her and the rage she feels, combined with an example of love and independence provided by her close friend Shug, pushes her finally toward an awakening of her creative and loving self. Here is a book as joyous and painful, as mysterious and memorable, as childhood itself.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings captures the longing of lonely children, the brute insult of bigotry, and the wonder of words that can make the world right. Sent by their Louis, Maya is attacked by a man many times her age—and has to live with the consequences for a lifetime. An intimate, powerful, and inspiring memoir by the former First Lady of the United States In a life filled with meaning and accomplishment, Michelle Obama has emerged as one of the most iconic and compelling women of our era.

More most welcoming and inclusive White House in history, while also establishing herself as a powerful advocate for women and girls in the U. Along the way, she showed us a few dance moves, crushed Carpool Karaoke, and raised two down-to-earth daughters under an unforgiving media glare. With unerring honesty and lively wit, she describes her triumphs and her disappointments, both public and private, telling her full story as she has lived it—in her own words and on her own terms. Warm, wise, and revelatory, Becoming is the deeply personal reckoning of a woman of soul and substance who has steadily defied expectations—and whose story inspires us to do the same.

I wonder, said Hermes, what it would be like if animals had human intelligence. And so it begins: a bet between the gods Hermes and Apollo leads Suddenly capable of more complex thought, the pack is torn between those who resist the new ways of thinking,preferring the old 'dog' ways, and those who embrace the change. The gods watch from above as the dogs venture into their newly unfamiliar world, as they become divided among themselves, as each struggles with new thoughts and feelings.

Wily Benjy moves from home to home, Prince becomes a poet, and Majnoun forges a relationship with a kind couple that stops even the Fates in their tracks. Andre Alexis's contemporary take on the apologue offers an utterly compelling and affecting look at the beauty and perils of human consciousness. By turns meditative and devastating, charming and strange, Fifteen Dogs shows you can teach an old genre new tricks. Pride and Prejudice--Austen's own 'darling child'--tells the story of fiercely independent Elizabeth Bennett, one of five sisters who must marry rich, as More she confounds the arrogant, wealthy Mr.

What ensues is one of the most delightful and engrossingly readable courtships known to literature, written by a precocious Austen when she was just twenty-one years old. Humorous and profound, and filled with highly entertaining dialogue, this witty comedy of manners dips and turns through drawing-rooms and plots to reach an immensely satisfying finale. Motherhood treats one of the most consequential decisions of early adulthood--whether or not to have children--with the intelligence, wit and originality that have won Sheila Heti international acclaim, and which led her previous work, How Should a Person Be?

Having reached an age when More most of her peers are asking themselves when they will become mothers, Heti's narrator considers, with the same urgency, whether she will do so at all. Over the course of several years, under the influence of her partner, body, family, friends, mysticism and chance, she struggles to make a moral and meaningful choice. In a compellingly direct mode that straddles the forms of the novel and the essay, Motherhood raises radical and essential questions about womanhood, parenthood, and how--and for whom--to live. Anna Fox lives alone—a recluse in her New York City home, unable to venture outside.

She spends her day drinking wine maybe too much , watching old movies, recalling happier times. Then the Russells move into the house across the way More a father, mother, their teenaged son. The perfect family. What is real? What is imagined? Who is in danger? Who is in control?

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In this diabolically gripping thriller, no one—and nothing—is what it seems. Twisty and powerful, ingenious and moving, The Woman in the Window is a smart, sophisticated novel of psychological suspense that recalls the best of Hitchcock. Winner of the Scotiabank Giller Prize A dazzling, original novel of slavery and freedom, from the author of the international bestseller Half-Blood Blues When two English brothers arrive at a Barbados sugar plantation, they bring with them a darkness beyond what the slaves have already known.

Washington Black — an eleven year-old field slave — is horrified More to find himself chosen to live in the quarters of one of these men. But the man is not as Washington expects him to be. His new master is the eccentric Christopher Wilde — naturalist, explorer, inventor and abolitionist — whose obsession to perfect a winged flying machine disturbs all who know him. Washington is initiated into a world of wonder: a world where the night sea is set alight with fields of jellyfish, where a simple cloth canopy can propel a man across the sky, where even a boy born in chains may embrace a life of dignity and meaning — and where two people, separated by an impossible divide, can begin to see each other as human.

But when a man is killed one fateful night, Washington is left to the mercy of his new masters. Christopher Wilde must choose between family ties and young Washington's life. What follows is a flight along the eastern coast of America, as the men attempt to elude the bounty that has been placed on Washington's head.

Their journey opens them up to the extraordinary: to a dark encounter with a necropsicist, a scholar of the flesh; to a voyage aboard a vessel captained by a hunter of a different kind; to a glimpse through an unexpected portal into the Underground Railroad. This is a novel of fraught bonds and betrayal. What brings Wilde and Washington together ultimately tears them apart, leaving Washington to seek his true self in a world that denies his very existence. From the blistering cane fields of Barbados to the icy plains of the Canadian Arctic, from the mud-drowned streets of London to the eerie deserts of Morocco, Washington Black teems with all the strangeness of life.

This inventive, electrifying novel asks, What is Freedom? And can a life salvaged from the ashes ever be made whole? Ellie Mack was the perfect daughter. Rajarshi Bhattacharya is on the line''. Bachchu put some fresh oil on his palm and continued massaging my buttocks. After a momentary pause I could listen to Raja's voice.

He just wanted to tell me that he had safely reached his office in Delhi. In the meantime, Bachchu was kneading my oily buttocks from both the sides. Oh, not yet! Aparna-di came to me and I am late for everything. I replied. Raja was understandably in a hurry to finish the call. It was a long-distance call after all and he must be busy with his meeting or, the sweet-voiced female operator???

It was not possible for him to even wildly guess that I was getting a nude massage from my boy servant and at that very moment, Bachchu's palm was deeply buried inside my ass crack and was trying to locate my ass-hole. He carefully oiled me there too. I felt a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of my body.

Along with the pain, there was so much of an illicit pleasure in it! His hand almost touched my pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it. Thereafter, Bachchu started massaging the backside of my thighs. His fingers then rolled over to the front side of these. He was still not tired, but continued to grow in strength I felt. He went further on my knees, my legs, and my toes and even up to my toenails.

I just can't describe how wonderfully he did. You have to imagine that. My entire body was shivering in pleasure - something I had never experienced before. And where was my pain, because of which I had agreed to a massage in the first place? I tried to sense my backache, but believe it or not, I couldn't even feel a trace of it. I suppose I had already crossed the point where I could tell him to stop for the day.

By then, my cunt was feeling restless to accept the strong manhood of my servant, which was harder than a steel rod and. I had fully revived my sexual passion and I was desperately waiting for a hard rock like cock to penetrate me with a force. I felt that my heart bit was going to cross all possible limits. After finishing my toes and the nails, Bachchu paused. Both of us were speechless. There was an uneasy calmness, exactly the way it happens before a storm.

He hadn't yet massaged my dark hairy triangle and I was in no way prepared to leave that out. Perhaps he too was eagerly waiting for a signal from me. He rubbed his palm again on my nude body, this time moving up and sideways. His palm moved up to my thighbone and his fingers rested on my groin. Was he waiting for me to tell about further massage?

I touched his finger and slightly raised the left side of my body, leaning right ways. Still, I was a bit shy about exposing my dark hairy pubic triangle before him. Instead, I dragged his and my hand together and rested them on my bushes. That served two purposes. My hairy triangle was still hidden from his direct view and at the same time, I was getting a manly touch close to my pleasure zone. He must have sensed my wetness there.

He was looking so much excited. I sensed his body heat, which was melting more and more cum within me. I turned my body sideways and gave the first frontal view of my naked body from the front. My nipples were still very tight and erect and Bachchu was standing like a vessel containing vigorously boiling water. Being so much excited, he must have forgot that his job was to massage me and stopped moving his hand anywhere else. Also, how could he, because my left hand gripped his palm tightly. I was dying to tell him that I needed a massage in my most sensitive part, but what to tell?

I couldn't find a right Bengali term for that region which wouldn't sound vulgar. I tried to use a childish word to pretend a kind of childish innocence in the whole process. Hissi-r jayga ar charpashe ektu kore dibina? Won't you do it in and around my pee-hole? With renewed encouragement, Bachchu pressed his palm around my pubic triangle in a bid to massage there. His palm was getting thoroughly soaked with my cunt juice. Bachchu was standing quite close to me now. I could now touch his manhood.

I did. Was I touching a hot iron rod? I couldn't feel the direct heat, as his pyjama's fabric was protecting his cock. I unfastened its string as I myself lay down on my back parting my thighs wide apart. The sliding of his pyjama halted, as its top front portion was unable to slide past his massive erection. I started laughing wildly out of my own excitement as well as the big dirty fun that was involved with it.

I gave his pyjama a small jerk and then it. He wasn't wearing anything on the top and so, this made him completely naked. I was amazed by the magnificence of his dark, strong, rustic body of his. His cock head was pink and the overstretched skin on top of it was shining. I sensed he was about to lose his erection because of his nervousness, inexperience and unprepared ness of the situation. I touched him there, as his cock swelled up within seconds under my fist. His fingers went into my cave. His index finger touched my clitoris and I moaned, almost reaching my orgasm.

I could smell my own juice and the drops that oozed out of his cock into my palm. With the rustic smell coming out of his naked body, the smell of olive oil from my own naked body and the combined smell of our love juices made the entire environment so seductive!!!

I was trying to suggest that I couldnt wait any longer for a coital pleasure. Instead of telling that directly, I tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's a part of the job that he had willingly volunteered. Madam, is it true? Bachchu was too excited to express his feelings beyond this. At this point, I wish to draw an analogy with an approaching storm, as I mentioned before. During the peak summer months in Bengal and in some parts of northern India , late in the afternoon, we find an accumulation of dark rain-bearing clouds in the sky.

After a lull, when a mild soothing breeze starts and the trees start dancing, you know that the storm is about to start. The storm was approaching as Bachchu came on top of me. His cockhead was now resting on my triangle. His body was shivering as he rubbed against my nudity. I grabbed his cock again and moved his organ close to my opening. It was thoroughly wet to guide him deeper and deeper down, up to the end of the tunnel.

Where was the pain that prevented me from coital relations so long? It was incredible. I revived. I was overjoyed. I wanted to cry out, "See Raja, look here, I can do it.. But, it wasn't Raja. It was my twenty-year-old boy servant, with whom I have just started an illicit relationship! I wanted to make the boy understand that fucking is just a part of the massage. I could then feel the trees and the leaves dancing.

And there was a storm in no time, as he started the rhythm. Do it, I --I never knew it would be true some day.. There was a storm all around me. A storm that was threatening to blow everything up and it did. I could hear the murmurs of the storm. Everything was deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It ended in rains, as both of us reached our ultimate climax and my cunt got flooded with Bachchu's love juice. I kissed this young boy before getting out of the bed.

He was looking at me with gratitude, as if to say that he had got the best possible reward for the wonderful massage that he had offered to me. I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the shower on and washed myself all over. I wanted to express my joy. I was humming some tunes that came to me instantly.

I again felt horny to think that I have two and a half days more to go. So, when am I going to invite my forbidden lover again? What am I going to do at night? Invite my servant to the bed, which I share with my husband. What am I going to do? I must have him again - that's what my body tried to say with a sense of determination. Again in the afternoon? I just can't wait! I tried to impose a self-discipline on me. Not today anymore. Since everything started with the massage, everything should be restricted to massage as well.

Erotic Massage Ch. I purposefully didnt wear any bra or panty. When I reached my bedroom, I found the air with hint of vanilla soothing music floats from the stereo, old hits of Mohamed Rafi on the pillow is a rose with a note from bachchu. I picked up the flower and inhaled its perfume, it was mind blowing, I was getting excited to open the note Good Morning Take off your clothes and lay down on your back I will join you I placed the flower and note on the stand, as per instructions, I started to take off my saree and my blouse and lay back on the bed I looked around to see him.

He was not around the stain sheets felt cool against my bare skin I tried to lay my head on top of the pillows and closed my eyes, I tried to imagine, the happenings of yesterdays event I started to feel my body getting hot and shivering. I started to get wet between my thighs. I let my hands gently run on top of my body. As I do that, I felt my body relax from my own touch. Suddenly I heard a voice. Enjoying madam?? I looked around to find bachchu standing next to my bed with morning coffee I smiled at him and nodded yes, I was playing back yesterday event in my mind.

He smiled at me I looked into his pyjama I am sure he is not wearing anything under that. Its rock hard Standing pole I simply smiled back at him. After tasting my coffee, I found him carrying a bottle of heated body oil, lightly flavored I asked him, what was that he simply smiled back. And he started to undress himself and sat next to me, I eyed his cock lying soft and content on his thigh I run my hand over it, enjoying its feel, its stirs slightly, becoming a bit fuller and thicker at my touch As I continue to play with his cock I started to feel the harden beneath my hand As I played with his prick, he takes the bottle of oil and turn it upside down over my breasts he squeeze the bottle, letting a small stream of hot oil run from the spout and onto one of my erect nipples I inhaled deeply at the intensity of the heat on my bare nipple he then moved the bottle to the other exposed nipple, leaving a trail of warm.

He leaned down and let his tongue draw circles around my erect nipples he started sucking and pulling my nipples, his tongue flickers lightly over them, sending sweet currents of arousal to my clit.. I moved my hips slowly as he sucked my nipples seeing my hip movements, he said, I think your clit is getting jealous I nodded my head silently As he sits back and took the bottle of warm oil from stand and again started dripping the stream onto my body over my chest and tummy and down to my neatly shaved mound. He massaged the slippery oil into my skin, letting his hands follow the path of the oil he left behind My nipples harden once again as his fingers grow closer to my pussy Bachchu asked me to open my legs and asked me to show him, how wet I have become I obyed him and shown him, how wet iam he then asked to hold my pussy open for him I was wondering, what he is going to do with that and once again obeyed, pulling my wet pussy lips open for him, let him to see how wet I am inside, he then took the bottle of oil and let the warm drops fall directly onto my aroused, exposed clit the feel of my tingling clit being drenched in warm oil made me coo and sigh.

He started touching and fondling my swollen nub, rubbing it in circles I moved my hips sensuously with each stroke of his slick fingertip on my quivering clit I opened my legs wider, as I did Do you like how I touch your pussy, madam. As I grow wilder and wilder, he pulled his fingers out of slit, and licked and sucked one of them, delighted by the taste of my wetness he then puts his other cum soaked fingers in my lips, and I started licking my juices from them He then kneel beside you on the bed, lifting one leg up to straddle my body, his hips hovering over my tits his cock, hard and thick, stands erect just inches from my face He took the oil and poured drips of oil onto its swollen head the oild drips down the sides of his shaft, his cock started gistening in the daylight Mmmmmm, he moans he started playing with his cock faster, his right hand going up and down in long, firm strokes the sight of his cock, so thick and full of cum, being stroked up close just enough for me to have another wild orgasm As he continued stroking himself, a few drops of precum appear on the head of his cock Do you want to taste me??

He then position himself behind me, placing his hands on my hips he spread my buttocks apart, and run a finger in between, spreading the oil all over he took his cock and run his hard shaft between my cheeks, stroking me up and down.. My juices drip all over him, and I felt the walls of my pussy tighten as I did, squeezing his cock, pulling it in further No longer able to hold himself back, he pushed himself as far inside as he can, and let his cock explode inside he watch my pussy cums on his cock, loving the sight of his beautiful face in pure ecstasy I looked back over my shoulders at him wanting to watch as he pump load after load of warm, creamy cum inside my dripping pussy..

As we finished, I fall forward, collapsing onto my bed he laid gently on top of my back, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy he leaned in and kissed me on the neck and cheek I smiled back warmly. Third day: We did it again. Luckily, Aparna-di didn't spoil my morning. So, we had a much longer massage and fucking session. Raja was supposed to return by the evening flight. How am I going to face him after all that had happened? Am I going to tell him everything? How do I start? I was getting more and more tense as the time of his arrival approached.

I was waiting alone in the balcony, as his office car parked in front of our building. Nandita had been successful in hiding the love bites she had received during her fuck-session with Bachchu. Her husband Raja was inwardly glad that Nandita had not wanted sex for a couple of days. He was totally ignorant of the ravaging his wife had received at the hands of his servant Bachchu.

However, Nandita noticed the difference in the behaviour of her brother-in-law and her maid towards her. Her brother-in-law had become bolder and at the slightest pretext would brush his hands against her bum, breasts, arms. Nandita felt insecure in his company now, and tried to avoid him as much as she could.

The maid had started demanding favours of Nandita, it had begun with small things like use of her lipstick, perfume, some money for a movie on her day off, but Nandita was aware that she could demand bigger things and then what should she do. He had no protection on, and she was scared that he may have impregnated her, after, all the semen Bachchu had pumped inside her. The thought of their wild fuck session would send Nandita's juices flowing. Nandita had loved the taste of cock, the act of sucking a prick, licking and feeling a man's balls greatly excited her.

She had tasted two magnificent pricks, Raja's and Bachchu. Nandita felt very guilty of her sexual tryst with Bachchu. She did not blame him, he had only taken advantage of her sexual weakness, she had been a willing and wanting partner. She felt fully satisfied with the fucking she had received but had resolved to never repeat such a dangerous game again.

The every thought of the dangerous game sent her shivers in her spine, she finally decided to settle huge cash to bachchu and send him away. But bachchu was very reluctant to quit his job. Finally nandita made arrangements and offered him a job at her fathers place, She also promised him, that they can continue thier fantasy, whenever she visit her father place.

Nandita was very happy, in making the arrangments, her mood had lightened considerably and the feeling of frustration gone. She took extra care in looking after her. She appointed a new cook in place of bachchu. She thought of repeating such a fuck-session, but with her husband. Her husband Raja was shy in these matters, however Nandita resolved to enhance their sex life by helping him to be more adventurous.

She started questioning Raja a lot to tell her all his past sexual escapades with his girlfriends. Raja had had no girlfriends and seemed reluctant to talk. On cajoling him, Nandita found out that he had been to whores before marriage and other than that, had no sexual experience. She also found out that he had thoroughly enjoyed fucking whores.

Nandita asked him if he could fuck her while fantasising about her as a whore and not his wife. He said he could not. Nandita replied leave it to me. She cajoled him to accept this idea. It will be fun, I promise, she said. That evening when Raja returned home in the evening, he found Nandita in the bedroom looking like a whore. She had dressed in the thin-strap short dress of bra or panties.

She had overdone her make-up and put on a bright red lipstick. She wore 6 inch stilettos and had sprayed perfume all over her body. She spoke to him while saying, " Cost you 1 grand for a blowjob, 5 if you want to put it in, 10 if you want to stick it in my arse and 20 if you want to me to stay all night". Raja was flabbergasted and speechless. Nandita went on " I have'nt got all day, what's your answer, I can take my business elsewhere". Raja was still speechless.

On hearing such talk from his prim-n-proper wife, Raja got very horny. He immediately grabbed her to kiss her. But Nandita would not relent. Seeing her stubbornness, Raja opened his cupboard, took out 20 grand and slapped Nandita's face. Nandita started unzipping his pants and soon freed his semi-erect prick. Before Raja could realize, Nandita had taken his prick in her mouth and was busy sucking it, at the same time she was feeling and massaging his balls. Seeing his pretty wife with a cock in her mouth, Raja got very excited and could not control himself. He ejaculated in her mouth and soon went limp.

Nandita had only just begun, seeing her husband's shrivelled cock she was disappointed at him coming so soon again. She resorted to removing his clothes and nibbling, kissing and biting him all over. This went on for some time, Raja then pushed her aside and went for a shower. Coming out he had changed into a kurta n pyjama and wanted dinner. Nandita called the maid and asked her to bring their food in the room today. The maid seeing Nandita in that short dress again smiled knowingly at her.

That night for the first time. Nandita was feeling very horny, her cunt juices were flowing, her nipples prominently swollen. The idea of wearing this dress was making her feel sexy. Raja noticed the change in his wife. While he ate he reflected on this. He asked her if she felt dirty sucking his cock.

On the contrary said Nandita, I loved it. Raja thought, how could such a pretty and neat person resort to sucking his prick. Had she done it before? This thought kept playing on his mind. He outright asked her if she had experienced this before marriage. Nandita blushed and promptly lied by replying " You think I was sucking cocks before I met you, you bastard". Raja, satisfied with her answer, did not probe any further. After dinner, they watched TV for some time and then got into bed at each other again.

Nandita played with his balls and prick, while Raja was hungrily at her breasts. Nandita started sucking his prick again, but try as long as she did, it would not get fully erect again. Finally she gave up and they both slept the night away. Raja slept soundly, while Nandita tossed and turned in frustration. She had received no satisfaction. The fact of the matter being that since their honeymoon, she had not reached an orgasm with Raja.

He came too quickly and then could not get it up again.

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As the days passed, Nandita resorted to masturbation in the mornings to relieve her sexual frustration. But as further days passed, this too did not help especially having experienced such a thrilling and fulfilling sexual activity with Bachchu. She yearned for it again, but bachchu was away. It was at this juncture, when Nandita was most vulnerable that she got exploited again into something she would otherwise have never indulged in. Nandita became very edgy and irritable. The maid noticed this and being a woman herself knew that Nandita was in need of a good fuck. One day in the morning after Raja had left, the maid came into her room and asked Nandita if she needed a body massage before having her bath.

She added that her previous memsaab used to get massaged often by her before bathing. On hearing this Nandita agreed to give it a try. The maid who was named Meena asked her to lie face down on the bed and she would heat some oil and get the towels. On returning, Meena saw Nandita lying face down with her nightgown and night on. She told Nandita to remove them as the oil would spoil them, and she would too. Nandita had no undergarments on and went to the bathroom and changed into a bra and panty only.

Nandita had indulged in fantasises about the maid Meena while masturbating at times and she felt excited at the thought of being massaged by her. On returning to the bedroom, she found that Meena too had stripped down to her bra and panty. She saw Meena had pretty lace bras and panties on and Nandita realized they were imported. In her mind she thought that these were definitely stolen from her previous job. Meena was a small breasted, dark-skinned petite girl.

Meena too eyed Nandita in her undergarments, especially her heavy breasts that threatened to spill out of her bra. On seeing Meena stare at her, Nandita blushed and lay down on her stomach in bed.

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  • Meena began on applying oil to Nandita's shoulders and massaging them. She complimented Nandita on her flawless fair skin. She then unstrapped Nandita's bra from behind and started working on her back. Nandita felt real good at this womans touch and both of them chatted on, with Meena saying that none of her earlier memsaabs had such a lovely skin and figure. When her hands at last rested on my eager breasts and was pressing my hard erect nipples, I moaned loudly, expressing my passion, as she built up her strengths more and more. She started squeezing my breasts, moving both her palms all over them to make them slippery with oil.

    When she finished massaging my top half, I was so deeply engrossed in pleasure that it was difficult for me to leave it at that stage. And, I had to say at last, "Meena, it's wonderful. Now, I turned to her. She was too excited and speechless. I was ready to gift my body to her. I looked at her panty. It was soaked with her cunt juice. The bedroom was filled by fragrance of sweet odour.

    She asked me to lie down on my stomach. After I lay down on my stomach, Meena had to start her next part of the job. She finally asked me to remove my petticoat, the last piece of cloth I had on my body, My sexual tensions were at its peak, but still I hesitated for a moment to directly answer. Certainly, she was not courageous enough to remove my last piece of garment without my verbal consent.

    I desparately wanted my petticoat out of my body. Her fingers reached the knot of the petticoat string. I helped her to unfasten it and the rest was done by her. She pulled my petticoat down and down further, below my buttocks, thighs, legs and toes. She took out the ornament from my legs.

    I was completely naked, there wasn't even a piece of thread attached to my body, it was the body that God had gifted to me, with. Her hands reached my ass cheeks. I am quite fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of her fingers could penetrate quite deep into my flesh, all the way upto my bones. She was using both his hands, in a rhythmic way. As she pressed my buttocks, I could feel more and more pressures on my bare cunt, which was clearly spoiling the bedsheet underneath.

    With both of them feeling horny the talk soon turned towards sex. Meena ventured with saying that the new cook they had recently employed was a harami. By now Meena was working on Nandita's thighs and could sense her memsaab getting horny, by her sighs and little moans as her thumbs brushed her cuntlips while stroking her inner thighs.

    Meena could see that Nandita's panties were getting soaked. What do you mean by that" asked Nandita. Meena asked her to turn around, which Nandita readily did not realizing that her bra was off. Meena saw Nandita's heavy breasts with her nipples swollen now.

    She answered in a husky voice as she too was getting turned on. Nandita was truly turned on by now and was more vocal in her sighing and moaning. On hearing this Nandita immediately remembered that Bachchu and Raju's massive prick. Meena now clasped Nandita's panties and started pulling them off. Nandita raised her buttocks so as to help Meena in taking them off.

    Meena saw that Nandita's panties were thoroughly soaked and that her cunt-lips were engorged. She saw the lust in Nandita's eyes and could not control herself. She got down to taste Nandita's juices. On feeling Meena's lips and tongue fingering her cunt Nandita could no longer hold back she let out a wail as she came to a shuddering orgasm. Now Meena quickly removed her own undergarments and came over Nandita, grinding her cunt on Nandita's mouth. Nandita started sucking her cunt juices and flicking her clitoris with the rapid movements of her tongue.

    Meanwhile Meena had pushed her tongue deep into Nandita's cunt and was tongue fucking her. Both the women soon came to another climax. Nandita wanted to know more about the new chottu cook. Meena said she would talk about it only if Nandita allowed her to have a bath together in the warm tub.

    Nandita agreed and soon both the women were in the tub lathering each others naked bodies. Meena couldn't get enough of Nandita's breasts and continued playing with them while. She told Nandita that one night she had gone to his quarters to give him his bedding, since he had just joined that day. She saw him masturbating and was transfixed at the sight of his prick. While fingering Nandita's clitoris under the water, she mentioned how wet she had got seeing him masturbating.

    Nandita was moaning with desire imagining the prick. The chottu saw Meena and roughly caught hold of her. She then went on to narrate the screwing she received at the mercy of his prick. Nandita had another orgasm on hearing the tale. On hearing this talk Nandita could feel herself getting wetter n wetter, Meenas fingering and biting of her breasts were carrying on while narrating. She came to a shattering orgasm. Nandita had enjoyed her maid and vica versa.

    For once she did not feel guilty. She however felt a pang of jealousy, considering that the maid was regularly getting fucked by the chottu , while she being a memsaab had no sexual fulfilment. Nandita had enjoyed her sexual antics with her maid Meena. However, she was disturbed at the thought of the Chottu boy Mohan wanting to fuck her. This would get too dangerous, she thought. Her brother-inlaw , who was always trying to be near her might suspect something.

    She resolved to fire the new Chottu cook Mohan before anything untoward happened. The maid meena was harmless, Nandita could handle her. After all she wanted was, a few cosmetics, and she was a real good cunt- licker. Unknown to Nandita, the maid had narrated her whole fuck-session with Nandita to new cook Mohan. She had told him how memsaabs panties had got soaked at her mentioning the size of his prick. She further told him how Nandita had orgasms when she told her that be careful, Mohan is going to fuck you.

    This excited Mohan and that night he fucked the maid all night thinking of his memsaab. He was thinking of her fair skin, big breasts and above all the huge gaand. Being a poor fellow, his initiation into sex had been thru buggery and fucking a woman's ass, that too a rich bitch gave him a feeling of complete control and power, albeit momentarily.

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    He was aching to have his way with the memsaab. Also unknown to Nandita, were her brother-in-laws plans to fuck her. He felt cheated that she get fucked by somebody else and come home. If his son could not fulfil her want, surely he should have the opportunity he thought. That way it would remain in the family.

    His sexual drive had been awakened seeing this sexy thing roam around. He had resorted to fuck a few prostitutes to relieve his tension but was dying to fuck Nandita. He had a friend who ran a hotel near the New Delhi Railway Station, and had used the rooms to fuck prostitutes.

    Suddenly, Ken shoved his youngest son in front of Lori and gave one demand. It was like a vision from the heavens and she felt a caring passion towards the boy. It was her duty to nurture and reward the teen and her dainty hands went to the long, slim shaft. Troy uttered a sound of pure happiness when Lori squeezed his pecker and his hips jerked rapidly attempting to reap more joy. The size of the boy's cock surprised Lori and she was slightly hesitant to put her mouth to the lustrous head.

    Suddenly Ken grabbed the back of Lori's head and shoved it towards the target. In one motion, the flared head disappeared and slurping sounds radiated throughout the enclose backyard. Lori wanted desperately to stop the immoral affair but knew that would be impossible with three, strong men having physical control over her. Her mind was resigned to the fact of their superior strength and that they were capable of making her follow a planned routine. The young hips thrust to and fro and without any real willpower until her throat captured the intruding rod.

    The boy had watched the previous erotic events and his stamina was rated in seconds instead of minutes. He desperately pinched the nozzle shut hoping the session would last a long time but the volcanic heat of Lori's mouth quickly overcame his resolve. The cock jumped in Lori's fists and she realized the teen was having an orgasm. It was a first for Troy, to have someone suck his cock and his head was about to explode when he released the load of virile semen.

    The fountain erupted and Lori drank and swallowed rapidly in an effort to prevent choking on the gooey liquid. Out of the corner of her eye, Lori could see a camera in Ken's hands and instantly knew it was too late to go back. She realized the bastard would have new evidence to hold against her and would surely use it to fulfill his many fantasies.

    Lori felt sorry for herself and sobbed with shame and embarrassment from having to be a sex slave for three evil individuals. She swallowed the vast quantity of cum from the loins of the youngest teen and listened to the voice of her abductor. Christ Troy, you're going to drown the bitch if you keep filling her belly with cum boy," Ken said laughingly to his son. Everything in her logical mind told Lori that it was wrong and immoral, yet, she marveled at the magnificence of the boy's pecker.

    It was long, so long and slender that it seemed surreal, like the lance of a warrior. The extended shaft fit easily into her dainty hands like it belonged, not like his father's thick penis, Lori thought. Knowing she was milking the cock and bringing the young teen as much joy as possible only added to her guilt. A momentary wish came from a genie and Lori quickly brushed it aside. What do you think he will say when I show him this movie? She could only imagine what she looked like paying homage to a meager teenager in such an immoral fashion.

    Lori's innocent mind didn't believe he would show anything to her husband but Ken's plans had been formed long ago. His scheme included getting the upper hand on her husband and making him a willing participant in Lori's demise. Ken's stomach quivered like crazy when he thought of getting Andy agreeable to assist in having Lori sexually used and abused by himself and his sons. Ken considered his plan shear genius and was very confident it would work exactly the way he had it scripted. He saw Lori's two large titties bouncing up and down in a most seductive manner and yearned to feel the silky, sculptured boobs.

    He had looked forward to this day for a long, long time. The boy cried out loud with every blast of steamy, hot cum and his body shuddered with a newfound passion. Lori was well aware of his colossal satisfaction and clung to his hard pecker as if to keep her head above water. When hands circled her body and wanted her to move, to shift over to the side where another body was waiting, she cooperated like a submissive servant.

    Her fingers were almost ripped from Troy's burning flesh and Lori found herself standing with her feet on either side of Ken's wide hips. From far above, she looked down at the disgusting man and saw that he was thoroughly aroused to where his hard cock was standing erect. It hovered at an angle above the man's hairy, flabby stomach and confirmed once again what Lori already knew, it was measurably bigger than Andy's. Lori looked at Ken and saw his lips moving but she didn't hear a sound. Suddenly her mind shifted into the present and the gruff voice appeared.

    It's time you became a real woman and got fucked by a real man," the most hated man in Lori's life said. His degrading words filled her with disgust but she did not turn away. Ken lay on his back and motioned with his hands while he spoke. He wanted Lori to sit on top of his hips so he could watch her. He wanted to see her body, her glorious tits bounce and sway in time with him fucking her. Ken didn't want to miss one second of his sexy neighbor's demise as he prepared to realize a dream come true.

    Do it! Do it now, bitch! I want to make that tight, little pussy feel a man's cock right now," he said. Suddenly gave a stern order. Move it now, slut! He thinks he can do anything he wants and thinks he can make me want his disgusting body, she told herself. Mustering one last challenge to defy the man, Lori stared in his direction with fire in her eyes. Lori was totally amazed when her legs collapsed. She sank downward until she was sitting on top of the man's throbbing penis.

    Sobbing could be heard and it became apparent to Ken and his sons that someone had conceded defeat. Her legs were bent at the knees with one on each side of Ken's hips. Lori shivered at the sensation caused along the open crack between her legs when she felt the hardened cock rest in line with her swollen labia. Her body weight was enough to cause the thick, round shaft to easily spread her wet, pussy lips and the tormentor robbed Lori's sanity.

    His iron rod was instantly covered with oil and slipped even deeper into the narrow crevice to give Lori further torture. Now lift that bare ass up and grab hold of my 'Johnson'. I want my slut to put it in her pussy all by herself Is that clear, bitch? Lori was positive she did not lift her body to follow the man's directions but suddenly her pelvis hovered above Ken's.

    Her hand was somehow around the hard pecker and Lori shuddered when her eyes noticed how it was aimed exactly at her most vulnerable crotch. The bulbous head of Ken's cock was guided to the puffy pussy lips and forced them open to reveal the pretty, pink flesh. It was totally surprising when the head was moved to and fro through the wetness in an almost teasing fashion and Lori didn't know how that could happen. Her hand was the only thing touching the massive manhood and she believed there was no way she would do such a taunting thing.

    Suddenly her breathing halted and she cried out to someone for help. Don't put your thingie in, not like this, please stop," she whispered with a most desperate tone. When her breathing restored, it came in ragged, broken gasps and she realized that somehow the head was inserted just inside her vagina. She never gave her consent or so she believed, but the fact remained, her hated neighbor was about to fuck her.

    Lori's heart was doing an exhausting marathon and it pounded madly in her chest. She could not understand how her emotions could soar to such great heights without love and affection from someone like her husband. Yet, from the plateau she was on, Lori could see the top of the world. Her soul was suspended, threatening to devour her gladiator's weapon like a Greek goddess.

    Slowly and inch by inch her body lowered, her pussy stretching around the thick cock, spreading the walls of Lori's honey hole like never before until she felt her pelvis contact the hard, bone structure of Ken's raised pelvis. Everything stood still and all relished the enriching moment.

    The teenagers envied their dad and knew he was about to screw their sexy neighbor. Savoring the wonderful feeling of his cock buried in a genuine woman for the first time in months, he desperately wanted to keep things exactly as they were. When a sharp spasm shot through Lori's loins, she realized the end was near. She could not remember feeling so stimulated, so aroused and more tremors rocked her lithe body. Her claws searched for something to hold on to. She gave a final struggle to stave off her destruction and dug her nails into the vile man.

    It merely inflamed Ken to a higher summit and he suddenly began thrusting up and down like he was possessed by the devil, ramming his thick weapon in and out of her ravished cunt hole. Lori felt like a virgin, a love struck woman seeking fulfillment from a gallant gentleman. She imagined that all the erotic adventures and love sessions in her life had been performed for the purpose of getting her ready for Ken.

    An orgasm erupted from the deepest reaches of her inner soul and Lori fully welcomed the large intruder to her secret grotto. Her eyes were glazed, looking straight ahead at the crest of ecstasy. She saw brilliant flashes of light on the far side and it was a most comforting feeling knowing this man, this wonderful man was taking her to the land beyond. Lori would remember the fantastic orgasm for an eternity. He had named her 'bitch' and at the moment of conception, she knew the term was accurate. She gazed into Ken's eyes and saw something for the first time and it frightened her. Lori was suddenly a woman with uncontrollable urges for lust, a woman willing to be this man's sex slave, to do with as he pleased.

    She knew she should fight and resist Ken, realizing that her unrestrained craving for more ecstasy from him would soon bring about her absolute, total surrender. With their eyes locked as they fucked he said, "You're mine, all mine and now you are going to be my faithful bitch.

    I have never creamed like this," came the dire words of a beaten adversary. Lori felt her womb accept the dog's seed and knew she was tied to Ken for a long time. Ken held his hips thrust upward, his cock pressed tightly against and then through her cervix while he jettisoned his hot lava directly and deeply into his Lori's womb. All her life Lori had to hurry to keep up with her man, not wanting to miss out on a rewarding climax.

    That was mainly due to her sexy body and appearance, which turned a man's stamina to quicksand. With Ken, Lori was also rushing to stay ahead of her lover and every demanding thrust by the vile man merely heightened her pleasure and enjoyment. Exhaustion overcame the two when the roller coaster of lust roared down from the mountain of ecstasy. Lori fell forward with her upper body over Ken's and she felt no strength to struggle out of the man's grasp. With a hint of pride and embellishment, he thrust his spent hips up and down a few more times as if to say, you'll always be my bitch. The head of his weapon remained inserted in Lori's cervix and her tummy quivered every time Ken twitched or moved.

    Lori's senses were alive and she seemed to notice every little thing around her. A tiny shiver ran through her body with the realization that sex with her devoted husband was great and something she cherished, but for some unexplained reason, sinful lust overrode and trumped everything in her past.

    She seemed to know and understand exactly what the three strong, virile males wanted and needed. It was her body they desired and it was apparent by their heightened emotions that she could bring them satisfaction. Her conscious memory was vague and foggy, as she offered no resistance to any and all sexual advances. She was not even aware of how many times she sucked a hard cock or how much hot, steamy fluid flowed down her throat into her belly. It seemed like her soul suddenly belonged to these three disgusting, vulgar individuals and Lori was not able to keep the intense lust under control.

    They used, abused and took liberties with Lori far above and beyond anything imaginable. The awful part for Lori was the way her body and her mind accepted, indeed relished what they did to her. She fully welcomed their caresses and touching and cooperated with all their depraved demands without hesitation. Lori could not phantom how she could feel passion and desire for her three hated neighbors.

    Nearing the end of the evening, Ken had the urge to forecast Lori's future. The disheartening words made Lori winch and she uttered a gasp of astonishment. Ken grabbed her by the hair and spoke directly in her ear. Tell me what will happen," Ken whispered. Lori knew what he wanted to hear and without holding back, she fulfilled another one of the man's perverted fantasies.

    Oh gawd, your filthy dog is going to make me his bitch just like you did," she moaned in a shaky, quivering voice. She could have stopped but that did not happen. Sinking to her neighbor's perverted level Lori said, "Rex is going to rape me like you did and fuck me with his big, throbbing dog cock. Her cunt yearned for a hard cock and there was one for her to have right at her fingertips.

    She rotated her body until she was above a teenage boy. I need you now," she said and held the bully at the entrance to purgatory. In a blink of an eye, the boy slammed his ramrod into Lori's waiting channel and he heard a whish of air escape her lungs. As it had earlier, the thrusting pecker stole Lori's dignity and she welcomed her teenage lover without breathing. Rudely and roughly, he almost threw her on her back when he twisted his body when he decided he wanted to be on top.

    Lori landed with a thud. In one thrust, Sean embedded his cock deep in vagina to demonstrate his ultimate superiority. Willingly the older woman spread her legs wide to accommodate the young stud, and when the head of his big cock pierced her cervix one last time, the orgasm was instantaneous. Lori was a very fortunate woman to experience multiple orgasms, but this evening was nothing like anything in her past.

    It seemed her ecstasy rode a plateau surrounding one climax after another. Until now, she didn't think a woman could experience so many incredible orgasms. She tried not to think of repercussions or what she would tell her husband, but merely lived for the moment of wanton coupling. Lori was possessed by the teenager and completely opened her spirit to the boy. It proved to be one more time when she acted like an immature schoolgirl and climaxed well ahead of the man.

    When Sean did finally orgasm, Lori clung to his demanding body in an effort to reward his bravery. Ken decided to implement the next phase of his plan and it would start with reassuring Lori that he was not a storyteller. Ken figured that Andy may not accept the fact his wife had intercourse with his teenage sons so it was imperative to keep the fact from him.

    Inevitably it would serve a dual purpose. Somehow he would convince Andy to have his charming wife seduce an innocent teen. He had the video of Lori with Sean and Troy to blackmail Lori into complete obedience. Lori thought about what he said and agreed that keeping the boys out of her confession was a good idea.

    Trusting Ken would definitely haunt Lori, but her mind was too upset and confused to think straight. Not much was said when everyone started getting dressed and ready to put an end to the evening's licentious affair. Before donning her clothing, Lori noticed the numerous abrasions on her coveted flesh and wondered how she would explain them to Andy?

    The marks that stood out the most were the numerous large, red hickies on her breasts. Try as she might, she could not remember who or how the incriminating marks got put on her womanly titties. It was one more detail, she realized, that would require clever answers. Ken ushered Lori to the door and watched the gorgeous woman get into her car and leave.

    She drove home in a daze and pondered the things she was going to say to Andy. Ken was the consummate planner and it had taken weeks to get all the details worked out so he would have full control of his innocent victim. He had complete confidence in his blackmail scheme against Lori and forged full steam ahead. Two days ago he and his sons ravaged Lori's sexy, desirable body, but he was a greedy man. Day and night he dreamed of the historic evening, treasuring the experience as having the best sex of his life. Lori was now a cherished prize, a prize he had coveted and yearned to possess for many years.

    She was his conquest and for the taking. Contemplating the next phase of his evil plan, he wanted Lori's husband to give his consent to what would happen between his gorgeous wife and himself. When Ken was done with the couple next door, he and his sons would fuck Lori anytime, anywhere and anyhow they desired with Andy's full consent. Andy and Lori broached the subject of what happened with Ken a few times but never got very far into the raunchy details. He couldn't keep his hands off Lori's body and just the thought of another man having sex with his enchanting wife inflamed his mind.

    Thinking how his vulgar neighbor sucked his wife's titties and marked them with his trademark filled Andy's mind with extreme envy. The dark, red hickies were like precious jewelry tattooed on Lori's body and Andy marveled at the enticing beauty of the marks. It was apparent that Ken did it to demonstrate his control over Lori and Andy wistfully wondered what his erstwhile, faithful wife did when their vulgar neighbor degraded her in such an offensive fashion.

    Lori was all too willing to please her husband and to Andy's delight, lovingly sucked his cock more than usual. She hoped he would forgive her for what she considered a most unfaithful affair. True, she had resisted the vile man she reasoned, but she also knew full well that before the fateful night had ended that she too was an all too willing participant in the wanton fornicating.

    Recollections of the intense, passionate pleasure she had received at the hands of the three Paterson males filled her with unremitting guilt. The recollection of what the disgusting man did to her and what he made her do with his teenage sons was a most momentous memory. There was no way Ken could invite the neighbors over to his place with his wife, Helen, home. It took time and convincing but he eventually talked her into visiting her parents for a few days. The fact that Helen's father had a few health issues aided in persuading her to take a small vacation without him.

    She was barely out the door when Ken put his carefully crafted plan into motion. Helen's absence would give him three full days and all the freedom in the world to implement his devious scheme. The first requirement was to convince Andy to go along with his perverse plan. Day One started with a strange, suspenseful meeting when the two neighbors saw each other. Andy was in his backyard puttering away with yard work and Ken was pretending to trim the hedge between the two properties.

    Seeing Ken, Andy realized he was looking at the man who had ravaged his wife's body just a few days ago. Seeing Andy, Ken wondered how Andy really felt about Lori having sex with him during the "photo shoot". Ken pondered about what was the best method to approach the subject of getting Andy's assistance. He wanted to coerce Lori's husband into allowing Sean and Troy as well as himself another opportunity to have sex with his adorable wife. What the hell, he decided, Andy was a fairly passive individual and not one to put up much of a fight against superior opposition.

    Ken felt a renewed sense of supremacy over the man. They soon fell into a dialogue about the weather, news of the day and neighborhood happenings. When they were both at ease, Ken asked the pertinent question. You see, Helen is away for a few days and frankly, I don't like to drink alone," he said with a chuckle implying that was the main reason for his invite. Andy was very happy with the news of Ken's wife not being present, as he really didn't like the disagreeable woman.

    She was extremely unfriendly and always seemed to treat Lori badly, most likely because she was jealous of her, he reasoned. The two men concluded the meeting and discussion with one last request from Ken. She looks absolutely ravishing in it," he told the beaming husband. Andy wasn't sure whether it was a request from Ken or an order, but he quickly reasoned that his neighbor merely wanted to see his delectable wife in something sexy and revealing. The fact Ken even knew of the scanty bikini got lost in Andy's aroused brain.

    Correctly appraising Andy's reaction to the bikini request Ken said, "Man to man, you're a very lucky man, Andy to have a sexpot like that for a wife. Hope you won't be offended Andy, but damn, that woman of yours gives me a hardon every time I see her. Andy's heart beat rapidly with the certain knowledge that his brutish neighbor had already fucked Lori, several times, and probably wanted to have sex with her again.

    When Andy explained what was on the schedule for the evening to his lovely wife, Lori's reaction was one of dire fear and apprehension. She knew Ken was a predator and most likely had wicked intensions. That made her very hesitant to agree with her husband's planned visit.

    Lori shivered with fear thinking of the bikini request. She only wore that one when sun tanning in the privacy of her backyard and certainly didn't consider it decent enough to wear in public. Lori decided to reason with Andy. He is going to put his filthy hands all over me and what are you going to be able to do? Andy quickly brushed her protests aside as he was far too enlightened and aroused for any rational or logical excuses. He's not that bloody asinine or bold," Andy stated but it really didn't make Lori feel any relief.

    Oh, come on honey, you know how much it turns me on when another man desires your gorgeous body. Let's go for awhile and have some fun," he pleaded with his wife. She prayed that it would be a true hot tub party with some drinks, some other neighbors and that was all. It was with great trepidation that Lori dressed, if one could call putting on a skimpy bikini dressing, but she did slip on a terrycloth robe to give herself some security.

    She joined Andy at the back patio door, and without a word, they slowly went to the gate between the two properties. Ken's rugged, smiling face greeted them and the first thing he did was shove a beer at Andy. He invited them into the hot tub area and asked Lori what she wanted to drink.

    Ken escorted the couple to the cedar decking around the hot tub and went to the makeshift bar on the patio to prepare Lori's drink. The hot tub jets were bubbling away and steam was floating through the air giving a nice, peaceful appearance to the area. Without an invitation, Lori swiftly removed her robe and stepped into the hot water, slumping down to fully cover her nakedness below the surface of the water.

    Andy quickly joined her and much to Lori's amazement, Ken didn't attack her. He merely got into the tub and acted as if nothing drastic was really going to happen to Lori. The two men carried on like they had been friends for years but much of it was due to Ken's devious scheme. Ken kept a beer in Andy's hand at all times and it had the desired affect after the first hour. Andy's speech got somewhat slurred from the beers and numerous shots of liqueur that the guys gulped down every ten minutes.

    Andy was far too keyed up to even realize what Ken was up to as his mind was dreaming about seeing Lori with another man. Ken was not a stupid man and made sure to fake most of his drinking and in reality, barely consumed any liquor. He wanted to remain fully cognizant and sober for the impending session he had planned down to the minutest detail.

    Lori had to give the disgusting man credit. He did have the gift of gab and easily carried the conversation for the first hour or so. Suddenly he got out of the tub to get another round of drinks, asking Andy to join him at the bar. Lori welcomed the loneliness and watched the men converse with Andy merely nodding his head in agreement at whatever Ken said.

    Andy found it hard to hide his immense excitement from Ken's suggestions that they turn the evening into an erotic orgy of sorts. Ken told Andy that they could both fuck his desirable wife and at the same time, Andy could watch his wife have sex with another man. The fantasy never ceased to get Andy aroused and knowing Ken already had sex with Lori, it was a perfect opportunity to watch it happen with his own eyes.

    The men returned to the tub and unknown to Lori, her fate had been sealed in a gentlemen's agreement. Her devoted husband had fallen into a trap and had vowed to support Ken's sexual advances towards his wife. Lori sensed that the two men were up to something as they both seemed to look at her with evil intent in their eyes.

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    Andy wasn't helping matters as he put his arm around Lori and kept hugging her tightly even with Ken watching. Twice she had to scold him for feeling her breasts and once he even slipped his fingers under the flimsy, pink material. We've both seen your gorgeous boobs. You don't have to hide them from us," Andy said in taunting fashion hoping to convince his wife to remove her bikini top.

    Lori was getting a little concerned at the rate her husband was drinking and noticed that he made short work of every drink. His eyes burned with desire from watching his sexy wife soak in the hot water and he kept glancing towards Ken to see that he, too, was eyeing Lori.

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    Ken finally decided it was time for action. He wanted a short time with Lori so he could explain the specifics of what was going to happen. He was going to put demands on Lori and blackmail her into being his faithful servant. Ken already knew that the threats of revealing her past indiscretions from the other day would force her to obey his every whim. He waited a merciless few seconds for his words to sink in and noticed a puzzled look on Lori's pretty face.

    Lori stared at the man and felt her stomach turn a million summersaults with the possible, drastic scenarios Ken could place on her. Nervously she glanced to Andy for support but the dazed look on his face told her that he was in another world. It was a world where he was delusional with lust and desire and a world where too much liquor clouded his logic and reason.

    Ken signaled her to join him. She almost stumbled getting out of the tub and a shiver ran down her spine when she noticed Ken ogle her body as she moved. The wet bikini clung like a second skin to her flesh and it didn't hide very much at all. Ken observed and studied every curve and shape with the knowledge he would soon feel each and every one.

    She looked in his direction as if she needed to hear more. He said that you had talked about it many times in the past," he said making her cringe. She cursed Andy for letting out such intimate details. Things like that were usually said in the heat of the moment and not something to reveal to strangers. All Lori could do was make a valiant attempt at calling his bluff. He would never condone someone having sex with me right in front of him," she said in hopes she would convince Ken to reconsider.

    He decided to play his trump card right away and merely held up a CD, waving it in the air. It is a depiction of you sucking Troy's hard cock and it's in living color," he told the stunned woman. Lori was unable to speak and pleadingly looked at Ken with her eyes. He can call the shots, so to speak. So you won't have to worry about doing a thing, just let things happen," he told Lori. It was time to get on with it and Ken decided to take complete control. She was numb. Ken handed her a fresh drink and Lori returned to the tub on legs that trembled so bad she found it hard to walk.

    Surely Andy must see that something was wrong, she mused but saw that there was an intense, excited look on his face. The three continued drinking and chatting but the air was electrically energized with highly charged ions causing each to anticipate something erotic soon would be happening.

    With a sound that drew everyone's attention, the patio doors of the home opened and all eyes turned to see Ken's two sons and Rex, their dog, enter the backyard. Ken was the one to break the silence. Suddenly he ordered the frightened woman to get the new arrivals a drink. Ken planned the timing of what was happening down to the second. Looking directly into her eyes, Ken whispered ever so softly. Do what I say, or else," he told Lori. Sean will have a beer and Troy a coke," came the request that Lori knew was not going to be repeated.

    Lori looked for help. She pleadingly stared at Andy but the hopeless look on her husband's face said it all. Do what the man's wants honey, or he will kick the crap out of me in a heartbeat, was the silent statement from her husband. Slowly, Lori rose and got out of the steaming water attracting every male eye in the yard.

    She could feel the eyes and also the fact the fabric of her bikini bottom was sucked deeply into the crevice of her bum. Lori desperately wanted to straighten her bottoms but didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to her plight. The young boys gawked at the sexy woman with intimate lust in their eyes. Ken almost laughed out loud at his devious scheme. It was going to be priceless watching his oldest son give Lori the spanking of her life, then when the boy made her orgasm right in front of her husband, Ken was sure Andy would blow his load right in the hot tub.

    Lori quickly got the drink order from the makeshift bar but remained with her back to the four for as long as possible. She knew that they were getting the view of their life of her shapely backside but she dreaded seeing the aroused faces of the four animals. Lori could feel their prying eyes burning into her flesh.

    She didn't want to turn around so they could ogle the front of her body, as she was well aware that her big, hardened nipples would most certainly betray her like they always did when she felt excited. She could hear Ken clearing his throat and knew he was ready to insist she obey his demands. Turning on her heel, Lori slowly took a few steps towards the boys while holding their drinks in her outstretched hands. She looked at Sean as she handed him his beer and immediately noticed the boy's obvious excitement by the tent in his pants.

    A most vivid memory flashed through her mind of the past evening with the teen. The obvious effect her scanty attire had on the teens made Lori feel embarrassed for acting in a shameful manner. At the moment, she felt like a common floozy strutting around in front of four virile males. The sound of Ken's voice shocked Lori out of her dream state. You teased the poor lad so that he has a hardon that's ready to explode," he stated much to Lori's dismay.

    It was as much a statement as a question. Andy quickly nodded his head in agreement even though he didn't know what the hell the man really meant. The fact his wife was almost nude in front of a strange man and now two boys was driving his mind crazy with desire. There were many things Lori wanted to yell at Ken but held her tongue fearing a worse reprisal from the evil man. Ken sensed his ultimate goal was within reach and pressed in for the kill.

    I think poor Sean should give her a spanking, don't you? Andy pictured his beautiful wife over the teenager's knee, and it looked absolutely enchanting in his drunken mind. Lori sobbed and gave Andy a most distraught look. She realized that there was not going to be a viable solution coming from her husband so she looked in vain to Ken for salvation. Ken had gotten out of the tub and moved in Lori's direction.

    Whispering to her so that Andy could not hear Ken said, "You know what I have against you. What do you think? Will Andy want to see his precious wife spanked? It brought tears to Lori's attractive eyes knowing she was lost. Andy was far beyond reason as the alcohol fed to him by Ken had removed most of his willpower and logic. I am a grown woman, with two kids and a family. I can't let a 18 year old kid spank me," Lori pleaded with Ken.

    Oh please, I'm a woman," she said in a desperate tone trying every excuse she could think of. Lori looked into Ken's eyes and saw her dilemma worsened. But don't you remember what happened the last time you played with that boy's pecker? His insinuating comments made Lori blush a bright red when she remembered back to two nights ago. Suddenly, Sean stepped closer to the delectable servant.

    Lori squirmed to stay out of his grasp and wheeled to run from the teen, but instead she felt big, strong hands grabbing her bodily and wrestling her down to the soft grass. Troy was helping his brother and between the two, they easily placed Lori over Sean's legs as he sat on the ground. Lori's suit was wet and the first slap resonated throughout the enclosed yard causing everyone to take a sharp breath. It took Lori's breath away and the next couple of slaps made her fight for her freedom with all the strength in her body.

    Sean was crude; he was clumsy but he managed to hold Lori in a compromising position over his outstretched legs. His eyes bulged out at the sight of Lori's skimpy bikini barely covering her coveted flesh. The bottoms were askew with one side wedged between her bum cheeks exposing one entire cheek of her ass to the aroused teenager. He promptly spanked the bare flesh first lightly, and then harder which drew loud protests from the punished woman.

    Lori yelped for sympathy but no volunteers came forward to help her out. The boy couldn't understand how he could be more aroused and excited than he was the other evening when he experienced so many orgasms with Lori. But it seemed his insides were now quivering with a maddening anticipation that got worse with each spank. It was strange to all how Lori's arms and legs were wildly flailing about yet she didn't try to get away from Sean.