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The BBQ – Chapter 13


Professor grinned broadly and said “how about we flip for it?” He produced a gold dollar coin, and told Rich to call it in the air.  “Heads!” he shouted as the rapidly spinning coin landed with a slap on the back of Professor’s hand.  He lifted it to reveal that Rich had won the toss, who grinned as he said in a low voice “I believe I will have her mouth first”.  He walked around to her head and opened his pants, exposing his semi-erect cock.  Grabbing a fistful of hair, he jerked her head up and rammed his cock into her open and salivating mouth.  In two short pumps, he was fully erect.  He continued to fuck her mouth, driving deep into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and gasp for breathe with every retraction.

Professor had risen, removed his pants and walked up behind Amelia.  He caressed her ass cheeks gently, rubbing over her bright red markings.  His hands slowly slid to the side, caressing her womanly hips.  He paused for a brief moment and then plunged his hard cock deep into her awaiting pussy.  He proceeded to pump himself fully in and out, moaning at every warm, wet stroke.

After a few glorious minutes in this rhythm, Rich opened his eyes and almost breathlessly asked, “Is it time to switch my friend?”  Professor nodded, also seeming slightly out of breath. Both men removed themselves from their respective hole and danced past each other to their new locations.  Amelia used the respite to catch her breath.

She only had a brief reprieve before Professor shoved his cock into her mouth.  “Like the taste of your pussy, my love?  The salty tang of your own juice on your tongue?”  Amelia, unable to talk with her mouth full of Professor, responded with a muffled groan.

Rich, having completely removed his pants as he stood behind Amelia, removed his belt from the loops.  He stepped to the side, raised his hand that held the doubled over belt, and came down with a crisp SWACK! across Amelia’s auburn ass.

Not expecting the hit, Amelia violently jerked, causing Professors cock to fall from her mouth.  Professor found this utterly displeasing and landed a swift hand across her unprotected cheek.  “Best NOT loose concentration again, dear, or you will get much worse than that,” he warned her as he drove his cock straight to the back of her throat, holding it there, causing her to fiercely gag.

Rich had slid the belt under Amelia’s hips and now used it as reins to pull her back onto his still-erect cock, which now occupied her hot pussy hole.  He pulled and pounded stroke after stroke, deeply penetrating with each hip thrust. Amelia let out a small whimper as he hit the back of her deep hole with each blow.

After a few delicious minutes in these assault positions, Professor grunted, “I have a serious need to cum on this bitch.  Are you ready?”

“YES!  Me too,” panted from Rich’s mouth.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 12


Amelia was wildly writhing in her seat, gasping and moaning like she was drowning.  At the peak of her excitement, Rich lifted his head and rammed the wood toy into her open cunt.  Her whole body convulsed in a violent shuddering spasm, as her pussy released its juices in a powerful gush, running down over the chair and wood pieces underneath.  The panting breath emanating from her lips was shallow and erratic, failing to deliver any substantial amount of oxygen.  Amelia felt herself beginning to float.

Rich leaned in, so his forehead pressed against hers and asked, through his own panting breath, “Are you my Fuck Girl?”  Before she even had a chance to answer he snarled, through clenched teeth, “I KNOW you ARE!” and yanked her out of the chair by her hair.  He stood her in front of him and took her nipple between the fingers of his free hand, and powerfully twisted and pinched it, causing Amelia to drop to her knees as she reached another mind-blowing orgasm.

Professor had thrown the chair across the room and kicked the cum-soaked wood to the side.  He had replaced it with a sturdy narrow table.  He walked over to the other two, and with Rich’s assistance, brought Amelia to her feet and draped her over the table.  Professor began binding her wrists to the two legs on one side as Rich bound her ankles to the two legs on the other.  The men walked to a work table and retrieve two leather floggers.  They walked around to Amelia’s head and pulled her face up by her hair.  Her eyes opened wide at the sight of the floggers, and a weak smile grew across her face as she whispered, “Yes, please, Sirs.”

They dropped her head and immediately circled to her presented ass and begin an alternating assault.  SWICK! SWACK! SWICK! SWACK!  The floggers make a perfect rhythm as they turned her cheeks a deep crimson red.  After a battering that consisted of at least 40 lashes, they both stopped, stood back and admired their handy work.  Professor smiled as he noticed the streams of fluid flowing down her legs, emanating from her over-saturated pussy.

Amelia weakly lifted her head and meekly spoke.  “Please, Sirs.  Please fuck me now, Sirs.”

Professor walked over and squatted down next to her head.  He gently placed his hand under her chin and supported it while he looked lovingly into her eyes.  He tenderly kissed her lips and asked, “Are you ready to be fucked now, Baby?”

“Yes, Please, Sir” she begged.

He looked at her adoringly then glanced over at Richard and smiled.  Turning his head back to face Amelia, he chuckled and said, “Nope!  Not yet.  I need a beer.  How about you Rich?”  He dropped her chin and the two of them walked out of the room.  They returned shortly with two beers, pulled up a couple of lawn chairs behind her, reclined and began appreciating their drinks and the view.

Amelia waited patiently, draped and bound to the table, for whatever would come next.  Her desire to please was coursing powerfully through her body like never before.  The juices continued to run down her legs.  Her head was fuzzy, but her breathing had steadied.  She was totally consumed and floating in her glorious sub-space.  She just couldn’t wait another minute and began begging again, “PLEASE!  PLEASE, Sirs!  I NEED to serve your needs.  PLEASE use me, Sirs.”

As the two men smiled and finished their beers, Professor asked, “Rich, would you like first shot at her mouth or her ass?”

“Please, you choose.  It’s your house, and decidedly, your Bitch,” Rich light-heartedly replied.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 11


He led them both into the large garage on the side of the house.  It was his workspace, and even though she didn’t go there often, she immediately noticed something was different.  Only one light hung in the middle of the room.  Under it was a large round of pine firewood surrounded by a scattering of wood chips.  Clearly, he had been carving.  There was a sturdy, comfortable camp chair sitting next to the firewood round, elevated a foot or so off the ground on a neat stack of oak lumber.  In a flash, Professor spun Amelia around and kissed her hard.  As they kissed, he moved her across the room, almost like they were dancing.  When they finally stopped, Professor spun her around again and sat her in the elevated chair.  He moved swiftly around behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.  She was dazed by the feeling of floating across the room until she realized that he was now forcibly holding her in the chair.

“Sir, what is going on?” she asked quietly, still trying to get her bearings.

“Take off her skirt,” Professor instructed Richard.  Richard complied in one violent rip, leaving her skirt in shreds.  “Drape her legs over the arms of the chair,” Professor instructed again.

Rich again complied, but this time he leaned forward, placed both his hands on the arms of the chair in front of her legs and growled in her face, “Don’t move a muscle.  Do you understand?”

Amelia, now breathing harder with sweat dripping down her neck, hesitantly answered, “Yes, Sir.”

Out of his back pocket, Professor produced a clothes pin and handed it to Rich.  He began to speak with a familiar intensity to his voice.  “Put this on her clit.  Leave it there until the pain builds, until the sensation starts to be too much.  You will see it in her eyes and you will see it in her dripping, wet pussy.  Then, take it off, let the relief flood her….and just when she seems to begin to catch her breath, I want you to lick her until she cums….hard.”

Rich’s eyes darkened to a midnight black.  He pulled the firewood round up in front of her spread legs, sat down and stared at Amelia’s pussy.  He saw that it was falling open and sopping wet in front of him like a delicious buffet.  He smiled, clipped her clit and sat back to wait.

Amelia writhed with the desire and pain.  The pain of the pinch on her clit shot straight to her core.  She breathed harder, her heart raced, her pussy pulsed and her juices gathered to lubricate her inviting hole.  The intensity began building, continued some more, and then built even further yet.  She was beginning to think it was going be impossible to hold still.  She couldn’t speak.  She was reaching her ultimate limits.

At the exact moment before it became too much, just as she was on the brink of using her safe word, Rich removed the clip.  The rush of blood and relief was blazingly intense.  He quickly massaged her bright pink button, then smiled as he leaned forward and began to feverishly lick her.  His began with long, broad licks, using the full width of his tongue.  The sensation provided almost instant relief for her aching clit.  He then began varying his patterns.  Sometimes soft flicks of the clit with just the tip of his tongue.  Sometimes he made small circles, first one way, and then the other.  And sometimes he left her clit all together and plunged his tongue deep into her sopping wet hole, nearly causing the total loss of Amelia’s ability to breathe.

Amelia was completely engrossed in the pleasure coming from Rich’s extremely talented mouth, when she was shocked back into awareness as Professor took out his pocket knife and split her shirt open from neck to navel.  He stabbed the knife into the wood under her chair and began to roughly fondle her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples with great aggression.  They were tortured, pinched, tugged, pulled and pushed with the full force his nimble fingers.  Amelia began thrashing in the chair as she felt herself moving ever closer to her total release.

Professor reached under a crumpled towel next to him on the floor, and retrieved his latest wood creation.  It was a perfectly carved and sanded sexual specimen.  It was long and thick, with rows of perfectly shaped bumps for serious stimulation.  He ran its smoothness across Amelia’s neck and plunged it between her breasts.  He then instructed Rich, “As soon as she cums, jam this hard into to her convulsing, wet pussy and fuck her as fast as you can.  I want her to squirt, and I want it big…I want it to gush down all over the lumber she is sitting on.  She has asked me to make a toy for a friend, and I want it Richtened with her juices before I build it.”  Rich smiled with his eyes, his mouth never breaking contact with her pussy, and took the wood toy from Professors hand.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 10


As Rich made his way back to the bonfire, Scott came out of the house.  He noticed Rich heading to the fire with an armload of wood, and thought he would assist.  Unnoticed by Professor and Rich, he headed around the corner and through the wood room door.  He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Amelia hanging there.  She let out a gasp but quickly locked eyes with him and gave a small smile to reassure him.  He opened his mouth to speak, but she silenced him with a soft and gentle, “I am OK.  I promise,” and the coy smile grew slightly on her lips.  Without saying a word, he stepped further into the wood room and walked slowly past Amelia. He gathered a good load of wood in one arm and turned to exit.  As he walked past her again, he hesitantly reached with his free hand and lightly swept it across her breast.  With an even bigger smile on her face, Amelia whispered, “Thank you,” as he walked out the door.

Scott walked up to the fire pit and added his wood to the existing pile.  Professor and Rich shot frantic looks between each other.  Scott just smiled and said, “Thought I would help you out and grab some more wood.”

Professor gave a knowing but questioning smile and said, “Why thank you, Scott.”

Scott returned a slightly awkward smile of his own.  “No, Professor, thank you.  It was certainly my pleasure.” and the smile on his face doubled in size.


Amelia hung there waiting patiently, thankful that the mosquitoes weren’t out in earnest yet.  She could hear everyone laughing and talking around the fire.  She didn’t have to wait long before Professor came around the corner again, smiling at her as he stood in the doorway.  “Well, my pet, have you had your fill of hanging around?”  From the look on her face, he didn’t think she was as amused by his joke as he was.

He stepped up in front of her and reached to begin unbuckling her wrists, but he stopped, and brought his hands back down to his sides.  “Before I let you down, I need to check something.”  He ran his hand around her waist as he circled around to her back.  He squatted down so his face was level with her alabaster ass.  “Looky there, she is such a good listener.  It’s still right where I left it.”  She felt the plug in her ass begin to move in a circular motion.  Slowly and carefully, he pulled it out, pausing to reinsert it just once.  She experienced the sensation of its total removal, followed by a bit of relief that she had been able to adhere to his directions.  He began softly massaging and giving the lightest of kisses all over her bottom.  She began to breathe heavier and push her hips back to meet his mouth.  “No, no my love.  We have a party to get you back to.”  He gave her bottom a light swat and released the rope from the cleat on the wall, slowly lowering her arms.  He gently and lovingly unshackled her wrists and softly rubbed them in his very large hands.  He used his finger to tenderly lift her chin as he kissed her inviting lips.

There was nothing hot or fiery about this kiss.  This kiss was the connection between two people, two hearts and two souls.  When it broke, he handed her all her removed clothing and opened the door into the house and instructed, “My love, go inside and freshen up.  I will take care of all these toys.  And please hurry.  I need you next to me by the fire.  I am not complete without you.”  She gently kissed him again and went inside.  He closed the door and she ran through the house, anxious to return to him.

As the evening wore on, the guests slowly began to thin out.  There had been lustful glances and brush-by touches, but everyone had remained around the fire, enjoying the evening.  Finally, Professor and Amelia bid farewell to the last of their guests and locked the front door.  Rich was the only one that remained, he wouldn’t head for home until the morning.  Since his arrival was a surprise, Amelia quickly excused herself and readied the guest room for him.  The men poured themselves bourbon over ice, and retreated to the comfortable loungers on the deck.  When Amelia finally joined them, they were deep in a conversation about trees, lumber, and woodworking.  Both avid craftsmen, Professor decided he wanted to show Richard some of his latest wood projects.  He asked Amelia to join them.  All she really wanted to do was sit and put her feet up, but when he extended his hand to her, she knew she couldn’t refuse.  At the touch of his fingers, she tingled deep in her core, knowing the type of “wood projects” he had created in the past.  Not knowing what this latest creation might be, she felt fairly certain its use might revolve around her.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 9


The door opened slowly and there Rich stood.  He entered, shut the door, glanced around the room and then looked Amelia up and down the full length of her naked, hanging body.  “You have been a VERY BAD girl, haven’t you?” he grumbled as he strode a slow circle around her.

“No, Sir.  I haven’t.  I promise.” She pleaded with a look of bewilderment across her face.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.  Not only have you behaved badly, but now you are a liar too, aren’t you?” his tone becoming harsher still.

“NO SIR!  I don’t understand Sir.  I have been good and I wouldn’t lie to you, Sir.”  Her words were pleading and panicked as she twisted in the cuffs trying to follow his face as he continued to circle her.

“Lying Little Slut!  You lying Bitch!  You are going to MAKE me punish you, aren’t you?  You HAVE been bad and you HAVE lied.  Here’s the proof!”  Rich snatched up the little vibrating toy from on top of her neatly arranged clothing, and thrust it up to her face.  “Didn’t I tell you NOT to take this out?  And you did!  That makes you a bad girl and not admitting to it makes you a liar.  Now, hush yourself, and accept your punishment.”  Rich reached behind a small pile of boxes and retrieved a short, black, leather riding crop and wrapped the strap around his wrist, securing the handle firmly in his grip.

“No, Sir,” she quietly pleaded.  SWACK! As a stinging bite of the crop crossed the back of her thighs.  Through her gasp, “I didn’t do it!”  SWACK!  Another blow landed across her ass.  Through another gasp and muffled whimper, “Professor, he took it out Sir.”  SWACK! Across her reddened ass again.

“I know he did,” Rich whispered as a smile grew across his face and he gently placed the crop and toy on top of her clothes.

“Then why did you punish me?” Amelia softly inquired.

Rich sauntered up in front of her, pressed his body firmly against hers, wrapped one hand around her waist and drew her closer.  His other hand seized the hair at the nape of her neck and he passionately kissed her.  He kissed her hard.  His tongue plunged in and out of her responding mouth, twisting and turning like it was seeking the only thing it needed to survive.  He gently pulled his face away from hers and looked deeply into her wanton eyes.  With barely enough volume to even be heard, he whispered, “Because you wanted me to.  And here is the glorious proof.”  He released his hand from her waist and slid it down her belly to her soft mound, where his fingers found her slit, glided inside and lingered where all her juices were freely flowing.  With a satisfied smile across his lips, he lifted his dripping wet fingers to her face.  Amelia gazed at his shining fingertips for a moment, and then raised her head to lock eyes with Richard.  Without breaking their dark and desiring stare, she slowly leaned her head forward and took his fingers down her throat, sucking them clean as she slowly pulled her head back.

“Thank you, Sir.  You knew exactly what I needed.”  He softly kissed her on the lips, gathered an armload of wood and walked out of the wood room.

To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 8


The party continued as the sun began to set in all its amber glory.  Professor found Amelia and sweetly asked her to help him gather some wood from the shed to start the bonfire for their guests.  The wood shed was actually visible from the deck and the yard, but the entrance to it was hidden around the corner on the far side of the house.  Amelia lovingly followed, so they could get the traditional bonfire underway.  They rounded the corner of the house and approached the wood room door. Professor stopped and gallantly pushed the door open and stepped aside, allowing Amelia to enter first, as any good gentleman would.

Amelia inhaled sharply as she saw what hung in front of her.  From the rafters, where an eye bolt had been securely attached, hung a set of leather cuffs, tied with a long rope lashed to an anchor on the wall.  With anxiety flashing in her wide eyes, she slowly turned to face Professor, just as he closed the door behind him.

“Shhh. People will hear you.  You must be ever so quiet, my pet.” He whispered as he stepped forward, causing her to take a trembling step back, moving her even closer to the awaiting bindings.  In this wood room, there was an opening along the top of the wall that measured approximately ten inches, so if she made any noise, anyone on the deck was sure to hear.  “Hands up!” commanded Professor.

“But…” whimpered Amelia.  SWACK!  His hand came down across her cheek with great speed and precision.

“I didn’t ASK you, I TOLD you.  Hands up, Slut!” The growl and tenor of his voice was ferocious.  Uneasy about what would happen next, but knowing her duties, and knowing she was completely safe, she reluctantly complied with his demand.  With her hands above her head, Professor grasped the bottom of her shirt, drew it over her head and placed it neatly on a nearby pile of wood.  He then shackled both hands in the soft leather cuffs that hung from the ceiling.  Using the attached rope, he slowly raised her hands as high above her head as her tiptoes would permit.  Once the rope was tightly secured around the cleat, one gentle tug brought her skirt puddling at her ankles.  “Lift your foot, my pet,” he softly whispered.

“Yes, Sir,” escaped delicately with the action.

“Now the other, please.” And another “Yes, Sir,” followed.  Again he carefully arranged the skirt on top of the neatly placed shirt.  He circled her as his eyes ran the full length of her body.  “I understand you got a new present.  I don’t remember giving you permission to receive a present from another man.  Let me see this new gift.  Open your legs.”  With this command, she tried to part her legs but at her current extension, she was unable to open more than a few inches.  SWACK! His hand came down hard and fast across her left nipple.  “Now, Bitch!”

With that command, and through a muffled whimper, she quickly thought of another solution.  She raised her left knee and rested her foot on a nearby pile of wood and trusted that it would allow adequate access for him to retrieve the gift.  He plunged his fingers into her dripping wet pussy and skillfully withdrew the little vibrating egg.  He rolled it around in his hand for a few seconds, admiring its shape, size and wetness.  He silently set it down on top of her pile of clothing, gathered an armload of wood, and smiled a wry smile at her as he headed to the wood room exit.  Still smiling, he closed the door with his free hand, leaving Amelia strung to the rafters, naked, trembling slightly, and her mind racing with speculation over what might possibly be coming next.

She wouldn’t have long to wait.  When Professor arrived at the fire pit, where most of the party had already gathered, he politely asked Richard if he would go get one more armload of wood while he ignited the fire.  “Of course”, Rich happily replied, smiled broadly and headed towards the wood room door.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 7


The pulsations continued throughout the evening.  No matter how prepared for them Amelia tried to be, Rich kept catching her by surprise.  She would stare at him, watch his hand intently and yet, he would somehow trigger the toy again.  The speed, pulse, rhythm and intensity of the vibrations varied with each occurrence.  Her legs continued to practically crumble beneath her, such that she had to lean on virtually every upright surface in the yard.  She found herself tongue-tied in the middle of more than one conversation, unable to complete her thoughts.  Luckily, most guests attributed it to one to many trips to the punch bowl.  Scott, however, decided he had better watch after her a little more closely.

After one of the most intense vibrations yet, Amelia retreated inside to the master bathroom to splash her face with some cool water.  After composing herself and completing a little primping in front of the mirror, she decided to return to the party.  As she departed the bathroom, she found herself face to face with Professor.

The look in his eyes was dark and penetrating, his voice commanding with a deep, low growl.  “On your knees!”  Amelia quickly obeyed and dropped to her knees, presenting with her back straight and eyes downcast, just as Professor always requested.  “Open your mouth!” he commanded.  She raised her chin, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.  He unfastened his pants, stepped forward and rammed his hard cock into her open mouth.  Thrust after thrust penetrated deep into the back of her throat, causing her to salivate excessively and gag repeatedly.  Just as she feared she couldn’t take it another second, he stopped.  “Get up on your feet!”  She quickly stood before him with her hands at her side, eyes downturned and drool dripping from her lips and chin.  Professor slowly strolled to her side and violently snatched a handful of her hair.  He used this leverage to slam her face down onto the master bed.  While propelling her face into the comforter, he commanded, “Don’t MOVE!”  He released her hair, but she didn’t dare move a solitary muscle.  She could feel the warmth of her breath against her face, still buried in the blankets.  She waited.  The long pause came to an abrupt end when she felt her skirt being pulled up to expose her bare ass.  “You haven’t let anyone else touch my ass, have you my pet?” he whispered as his left hand caressed her soft, smooth bottom and the right hand violently jerked her head up, so she could answer.

“No, Sir.  Never, Sir.  Not without Sir’s permission,” she implored.

“Good Girl,” he replied as he gave her left ass cheek a stinging SWACK and forcefully thrust her head back into the bedding.  “Just so everything is fair and even…,” he playfully uttered as another stinging SWACK came down across her right cheek.  Both sides of her creamy alabaster bottom were now tattooed with the bright pink imprint of his palm. “Now my pet, I have a job for you.”  Amelia felt a sudden splat of cold cream hit her exposed asshole, followed quickly by the pressure of something pressing against the lubricated opening.  “I want you to take what I am about to give you, and keep it EXACTLY where I place it until I remove it.  Do you understand?”  Again, a violent jerk raised her head so she could answer.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good Girl.”  As he replied, in one perfectly orchestrated motion, her head was returned hard to its place on the bed and a soft, violet plug was rammed past her tight opening, deep into her accepting hole.  He quickly withdrew it, and with one additional hard thrust of the plug, buried it deep inside her.  He tenderly kissed her ass and stepped away.

Her face still down on the bed, she heard a light tapping on the bedroom window and was abruptly overcome by the most concentrated pulsing and vibrating sensation she had experienced yet.  She didn’t dare move, so she shrieked into the comforter as she came in a most intense, prolonged orgasm, releasing her juices as they gushed down her legs and left a puddle on the carpet under her feet.  There was another light tap on the window and the vibrations stopped.  She panted heavily and her body continued to convulse for several more minutes.  She heard him move across the room toward the bedroom door.

Before exiting, he stopped and turned to face the bed and warned, “Remember your commands and you may get up only AFTER I have left the room.”  Amelia heard a click of the door and remained motionless for a while longer.  Once she determined it was completely safe, she boosted herself up, dropped to her knees on the floor and crawled into the bathroom to clean herself up, before shakily returning to the party.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 5

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Amelia, now braless, rejoined her guests on the back deck.  Everyone was talking and laughing across the expansive backyard.  Amelia meandered from one conversation to the next, always keeping a watchful eye on her two troublemakers.  She was completely involved in a conversation with Scott and some other students, when she started as an unexpected hand touched her shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to scare you dear.  Just hoping I could steal you for a brief moment.  You guys don’t mind if I borrow my wife do you?” came dripping like sweet honey from Professor’s lips.  All heads indicated approval of him excusing himself and his wife, as he gently took her by the arm and led her to an area in the middle of the yard, where no one was currently standing.  He leaned in and whispered softly in her ear, “Your outfit doesn’t satisfy me either”.  Clearly he knew of the “adjustments” made by Richard.  “I want your panties off in the next 60 seconds, and you are not allowed to move a single step from where you stand right now.”

“What?  I can’t possibly…” she mumbled with a tone of panic in her voice.

“Tick-Tock my dear.  Only 52 seconds left.”  He smiled, turned to his left, waved another friend over and began talking.

Calm down and think, Amelia, she frantically told herself.  She quickly decided on a plan of action.  She began by tucking her shirt into her skirt.  While it appeared as a slight garment adjustment, actually she used the opportunity to shove her panties down over her hips, keeping them from falling to the ground by squeezing her thighs together.  She could feel them loosely hanging just above her knees, but she was running out of time.  In one smooth motion, she parted her thighs, releasing the panties, as she squatted to the ground, pretending she was looking for something in the grass.  A quick flourish of her skirt gave the cover she needed to slip the panties off each foot, ball them in her hand, and nonchalantly stuff them into her pocket as she stood up again.

Professor, never interrupting the conversation he was having, gave a quick sideways glance and a slight upturn of his mouth, letting her know that she had accomplished his assignment and met with his approval.

She smiled back, turned, and quickly walked away.

The party was now in full swing.  More guests had arrived than predicted.  There was food, conversation, music and laughter swirling all around the yard.  Everyone was enjoying themselves.  Amelia was almost gliding as she walked through the backdoor, into the kitchen, to refill a bowl of chips that had been emptied.  She made it exactly one and a half steps through the door when she was grabbed from behind by a set of strong arms that encircled her waist and covered her mouth.  She let out a muffled squeal and was quickly dragged through a nearby door into an unoccupied guest bedroom.  She was spun around to face the bed and thrown forward, landing face first on the pristine duvet.  She then heard the distinct click of the door being locked behind her.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 4


The early summer sun was dipping down as people began arriving, and the backyard and deck quickly filled with guests.  Professor was introducing Rich to all his students and local friends.  Amelia had been floating through the throngs, but now found herself needing to retreat into the kitchen to attend to the food.  As she extended her arm to reach a serving platter on the top shelf, she felt a body press against her back, hard, and the steam of warm breath on her neck.  She didn’t even have to look to know that it was Richard.

“I am still waiting for a proper welcome to your house.  I drove a long way, and I think that is the least you can do,” he growled in her ear.

“Really?  You don’t think that you were properly welcomed in my bedroom?” she quickly sassed back at him through her panting breath.

“That errant mouth of yours just got you in trouble, Little Girl.  You will be punished.” Amelia felt him move slightly and she inhaled abruptly as he reached around her and flashed a pocket knife in front of her eyes.  With a simple flip, an extremely sharp blade was gleaming in the kitchen light.  Amelia didn’t breathe.  “Now, about your outfit,” he spoke in a low growl.

Amelia finally inhaled to fill her lungs.  “What about my outfit?  Don’t you like it?”

“No, I definitely don’t like it.  Not the way it is right now.”  He continued to slowly move the knife around the side of her face, finally bringing it to rest against her left cheek.

“You had better be careful.  I have lots of guests, and someone might come walking in,” Amelia warned, a hint of panic in her voice.

Suddenly, Rich moved the knife, grabbed her by the face and spun her around so she was looking directly into his burning eyes.  He raised his hand and barely pressed the side of the knife blade to her lips.  “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Darlin’.  Your husband and I have that covered.”  With a smirk on his face, he slid the back of the blade slowly down her jaw and rested it against her exposed collar bone.  “Now, about that outfit.”  He used his extended pinky to move the collar of her blouse to one side and deftly slipped the knife under her bra strap.  With the tiniest of flicks, the razor sharp edge easily sliced the strap in half.

“What the Fuck are you doing?!” spit like venom from her lips. The knife instantly flashed in Richard’s hand, and flew up to Amelia’s lips, barely touching them with the glistening razor sharp edge.  Fear flashed in her eyes and she didn’t dare move, not even a single breath.

“Who do you think you are talking to, Bitch?  I will do anything I fucking want to do, and you best not forget that again,” anger and annoyance permeating his words.  He reach up with his free hand, angrily pulled the neck of her shirt off the other shoulder and sliced the remaining bra strap.  Thrusting his hand down the front of her shirt, he pulled it up over her breasts and used the knife to cut her bra between her massive tits, watching the severed pieces fall to the floor.  “There!  Much better, don’t you think?” he said with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Yes, Sir,” was all she could meekly manage between her heavy, labored breaths.

Rich leaned in, kissed her right breast, moved across and bit her left nipple, then neatly pulled her shirt down.  Again, he silently turned and walked away.

Amelia’s wobbly legs insisted that she continue to use the counter for stability for the next several minutes.  It wasn’t until she heard other guest talking and entering the kitchen that she found the strength to snatch her bra pieces off the floor, shove them into a rarely used drawer and grab a dish towel, giving the appearance that she had been cleaning up a cooking mess.  She was all smiles when they reached her, but a single drip of sweat trickled down her now braless back.


To be continued…

The BBQ – Chapter 3

The BBQ 3 of 14

Amelia, alone again, laid down, closed her eyes and tried to compose herself as her head began to wildly spin with memories of the past.  This twisted triangle of a friendship had begun some 20 years earlier.  Professor and Richard had met and become great friends right out of college.  They had met up at their first jobs after graduation and forged a lifelong friendship.  Miss Amelia came into the picture some ten years later.  Professor and she had quickly developed an unbreakable connection based on mutual respect, trust, desire, and an undeniable love.  When they married, Rich had even served as their Best Man.

There had also been an almost instant attraction between Amelia and Rich.  It came into full bloom one year when they all went to elk camp together.  The boys were out in the woods hunting and Amelia remained in camp.  On a midafternoon break, the boys had returned to camp and Professor prepared water for Amelia’s shower.  The shower was a primitive affair, just a blue tarp wrapped around three trees and a bucket, hung high on a sawn-off branch. A make-shift hose and sprinkler served as a shower head, and dispensed just enough water to rinse quickly.   Amelia stepped behind the tarp, undressed, and began to shower.  She hadn’t noticed that the low-angled afternoon sun allowed for a perfectly back lit view through the thin tarp surrounding her shower.  Professor pulled up a chair, motioned for Rich and whispered, “Pull up a seat, my man, and enjoy the show.”  Amelia was unaware of the viewing party until Rich wickedly commented loudly to her, “Do that thing with the soap again.  I really like that thing with the soap.”  The edge of the tarp moved aside as Amelia’s wide eyes peaked around the corner to acknowledge her audience.  With a smirk and a wink, she then returned to her shower and ran the soap the full length of her body, now fully aware of the eyes watching and her own growing arousal.

Over time, the attraction between Richard and Amelia became impossible to ignore.  While Professor knew deep in the core of his heart that she completely belonged to him, then, now and forever, he found great pleasure in releasing her to his closest friend for his enjoyment.  Amelia relished this special arrangement.

Amelia blinked open her eyes and rejoined the present world.  She realized she must have drifted off to sleep, and jumped out of bed to quickly rush into the bathroom so she could touch up her tussled hair and makeup.  She found the light blue cow-neck blouse and knee-length paisley peasant skirt she had laid out earlier, and hastily dressed so she could go and greet the guests that had already arrived.


To be continued…

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