by T West
“You should just be grateful with what you’re getting,” said Kat, her tongue darting out to lap the pre-cum from his bell as it slipped up in-between. “Stop complaining. You know I’m a naughty girl but I’m just not ready to go all the way yet,” added Kat as she gave his nuts a playful squeeze.
The pressure of her fleshy mounds wrapped around his rigid rod was too much for Lance to take, and he erupted. Kat opened her mouth and put her lips around his bell-end just in the nick of time, and he shot his seed right into the warmth of her mouth.
“I’m a virgin. But I’m pretty sure I can keep you satisfied,” said Kat as she took one big gulp and winked at him, licking her lips and massaging his now-drained nuts. He’s lucky to have me, she thought.
Kat sneaked back into the house later that night and crept up the stairs, not wanting to wake her mum, but as she stepped past her mum’s closed bedroom door, the light under the frame and the squeaking noises coming from within told her that her mum was not asleep. Inside her own bedroom, Kat slipped into a casual top and boy-shorts, ready for bed, however the banging of the headboard next door coupled with the loud squeaks were too much for Kat to take.
There’s no way I can sleep knowing what they’re up to next door, she thought. Her mind wondered to Drake, and to what he was doing at that precise moment. Knowing that he had an erection at that precise moment was very distracting. So, she slipped on her white cotton socks and stepped down the carpeted staircase to the living room. I’ll just stay up for a bit and watch a movie.
Kat browsed the selection of DVDs on top of the player. My mum really needs to clean these up, she thought as her hand found an unlabeled one. I wonder what this is… blank with no label. Curiosity got the better of her and she stuck it in the player. She pressed play in the dim living room light, sat back on the comfy sofa, sweeping the mental images of Drake under the rug. But what she was about to witness was far more graphic than anything her imagination could portray.
“Oh my God… is that him ?” Kat whispered to herself as her eyes widened, transfixed on the screen. For there was Drake, in what could only be described as a homemade movie, indulging in, unbelievably, a circle jerk. He was standing naked, except for a pair of socks. Kat was glued, gazing at his muscular abdomen, the first time she’d ever seen him with his top off, and certainly the first time she’d ever seen his enormous dong as it stuck out as proud as a tree branch, veiny and throbbing, his full nuts swaying beneath sinisterly.
Standing with Drake were three big black guys, all of a similar stature although a couple of inches taller than him, all wearing tops, naked from the waist down except for their boots. Their enormous dongs were in hand, being jacked vigorously. What the hell?! There’s no way my mum can know about this, and if she did, surely she’d be quite upset, and as she pondered, her thoughts progressed. But then why is this DVD out? She’s obviously seen this before. Kat’s mind raced, she couldn’t believe that she was witnessing this. She couldn’t believe that this DVD actually existed, let alone was in her house. It was absolutely crazy.
The circle jerk continued, picking up pace as all four guys jacked their respective rods, facing each other. Still in absolute shock, Kat turned down the volume, as she saw all three pairs of big black nuts tighten and twitch, as the throbbing members pulsated. Two of the black guys shot their loads simultaneously, shooting their spunky milk downwards, and it sprayed into a strategically-placed bucket on the floor, little droplets splashing up against their puma-like thighs.
The third black guy erupted his load soon after, and his enormous tool ejaculated like a garden sprinkler, spraying his jizzy fluid into the quickly-filling bucket. Viewing this was apparently too much for Drake to take, and his mammoth cock, which Kat guessed was at least 9.5 inches, too shot its load, the trimmed hair above rustling as he splashed his load into the bucket below.
As all four guys drained their rods of the last drops, Kat was completely flabbergasted about what she had just seen, and the DVD suddenly went to black.
What the fuck. That’s some crazy-ass shit right there, Kat thought to herself. And without even thinking, she traced her hand down her smooth stomach and into her shorts to dally with her freshly-shaven pussy.
Already wet, her fingers rubbed her hardening clit, and suddenly the home movie started again with the next part of the video. The next part was unbelievably even more of an eye-opener, for there onscreen was a large muscular male, filmed from behind. As Kat perused his taut buttocks, her fingers continued to delve and she frigged herself excitedly, feasting her eyes on the eye-candy before her. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she tasted her own love-juice, and came to the realization that the man onscreen was Drake, as the camera panned-out revealing the back of his head and arms which were chained up and outstretched.
A large leather boot stepped forth and a dominatrix woman appeared. In her mid-thirties, she sure kept her body in shape, her large melons almost spilling out of her tight corset, her leather trousers and long leather boots shimmering in the dungeon light.
She struck her whip down upon Drake’s buttocks with force, making a loud thrashing sound. He winced in what appeared to be pleasure, as the whip came down on his butt-cheeks twice, then thrice. Relieved that is wasn’t her mother in the leather bondage outfit, Kat continued to dilly-dally with her sweet pussy, before the screen turned to black again, and she wondered what on Earth the next part of the video would be.
Next up, was perhaps an even more disturbing part than the previous two, but Kat couldn’t pull her eyes away, for there before her was a girl, similar in age to Kat, in her early to mid-twenties. She was on her hands and knees, naked, her pert plentiful tush up in the air, and behind her an enormous sex-toy neared its way to the pink of her welcoming pussy. As the large bell-end began to press its way into her incredibly tight snatch, inch by inch, she saw that the sex-toy was controlled by a handle mechanism. As the trigger on the handle was pressed, the toy rotated round and round, and the toy was being slowly but rhythmically drilled in and out of the girl’s flange.
The camera panned out, and Kat could see that the arm holding the toy was strong, muscular and very familiar. Jesus, its him again! thought Kat, although this time she wasn’t so surprised, given the previous two scenes. This guy must either be some kind of porn king or some kind of complete sexual deviant. I hope my mum doesn’t watch these with him, but on second thought, she must do. Either way, I should probably keep this to myself. Kat was unsure of what to do, but one thing was for sure - she couldn’t help but delve her digits in and out of her pussy, and she finger-banged herself with a sense of urgency. Her hand inside her shorts frigged excitedly, her eyes feasting on Drake as he drilled the young hussy.
It wasn’t long before Kat felt a remarkable climax rise up inside her, two fingers buried deep with her thumb rubbing her tingling bud. She came abundantly, and squirted her love-juice into her already-wet shorts, soaking them completely. Her squirt sprayed the insides of the cotton and dripped down into her smooth ass-crack. Bewildered about what she had just seen, but thankful she had not been over seen, Kat raised her fingers to her lips once again to lick them clean. She heard a door open and close from the floor above, and she hurriedly ejected the DVD, pretty sure there was still more footage. She would save it for another day, and she tip-toed up the stairs and past her mum’s bedroom, noting that the light was now off in there and the squeaking had ceased.
Climbing into bed, she closed her eyes, spent from her ecstatic orgasm, but the images of the home movie still flashing through her mind.
The next morning at breakfast, Kat’s eyes were hooked on Drake. She had now seen him in incredibly intimate situations, and as Kat left the house for her part-time day job, Jasmine glanced at Drake. “I think she’s starting to really like you,” she said, smiling.
“I hope so. I try my best,” said Drake.
That lunchtime at work, Kat was on the phone to Lance.
“Are you coming over tonight?
My saveloy needs your puppies,” chuckled Lance.
“Not tonight, baby. I’m pretty beat. I think I’m just going to chill out.”
“Are you sure? I’ll make it worth your while. I mean, I can always return the favor,” said Lance, trying to convince her.
“No, it’s ok,” insisted Kat. “I’m really just going to chill out tonight,” she said, blowing him off, figuratively. She had other intentions tonight. Knowing there was more footage at the end of the DVD she hadn’t seen yet, she was eager to watch that instead.
As she pulled into the driveway that evening, she was pleased to see that both her mum’s and Drake’s cars were not there. Upon entering the kitchen, she spotted a note on the island in the middle.
Hey hun, I’m out this evening, and I think Drake’s going to be out too. I’ve left some dinner on the hob. It needs to be heated up.
Phew, that’s a relief, thought Kat. I’ve got the place to myself. She walked into the living room and as she searched through the DVDs on top of the player, she noticed that a lot of them had been neatly put away. S he must have had a tidy up. Hopefully I can still find it…
Her hand landed on a DVD that looked very similar to the one that she had watched the night before. It was without a label. This must be the one, she thought to herself, as she placed it in the player and sat back on the comfy sofa, just wearing a pair of skimpy panties, a tight-fitting t-shirt, a pair of knee-high socks and a pair of white plimsolls.
Expecting to see the debauchery of the previous video, Kat was completely shocked and taken by surprise to see her mum onscreen, facing directly at the camera. Fully clothed, her mum started speaking almost like a newsreader, with a solemn stoic expression, as she looked directly into the lens, making eye-contact with Kat.
“Hello dear,” began Jasmine. “Drake and I know all about your little video watching episode of last night, and we are actually quite disappointed that you think it’s okay to watch Drake in such circumstances. Furthermore, we are aware that you probably rather enjoyed it. So, I’ve actually gone away for the weekend. And Drake has not. He has stayed behind.”
Kat felt her heart pounding in her chest.
Jasmine continued. “I know that you are rather promiscuous. In fact, you could even be described as a bit of a brat. And you need to be taught a lesson.” Kat couldn’t believe what she was listening to, she couldn’t believe her mother was saying this to her.
“That’s right,” the talk carried on. “Drake is going to bring you to womanhood. Let’s call this weekend… Boot Camp. I’ll be back on Sunday evening. Let me know how you get on then.”
The video went black. This is ridiculous. This must be some sort of a joke. Embarrassed that her mum knew, Kat walked up the stairs. I think I’d better go to Lance’s after all, she decided, as she grabbed her handbag.
Glancing out her bedroom window, she saw Drake’s car pulling up in the driveway. It parked and shut off the lights. Dismissing it as her imagination, Kat thought for a moment that she saw some large shadowy shapes in the car with him. Oh damn, I’d better get out of here .
Stepping down the stairs, she heard Drake’s loud heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Kat was greeted by his large hulking frame on the middle landing, standing over her and casting an ominous shadow. He looked different, slightly menacing, and Kat felt a familiar tingling between her thighs.
“Hello Kat.”
“Hi Drake. I’m just going out to Lance’s.” She tried to walk past him.
“Oh no you don’t. This is Training Day,” said Drake, not budging, standing there sternly.
“Training Day?! What the hell .” She felt his large arms wrap around her, half in a hug and half in a domineering grip. He lifted her up off her feet effortlessly, and walked her back up to the top of the staircase.
“What the hell are you doing? Get the fuckin’ hell off me,” Kat said half-assed, because she was secretly really enjoying this.
Instead of turning left to Kat’s bedroom, Drake took the right and carried her to her mother’s room, the master bedroom. He walked inside and plonked her down on the large four-poster bed. Kat scurried back on her hands and feet to the centre of the large double bed, unsure of what was in store. The term ‘Boot Camp’ didn’t sound too friendly, that she was certain of.
Her pussy quivered beneath her panties, already slick. Wearing a wife-beater and a pair of faded jeans, Kat’s eyes checked out Drake’s massive bulge. She knew what was under there, and Kat licked her lips impatiently, anxious to release his straining member from its denim prison. Drake’s large hands grabbed her toned thighs and pulled her panties down. She raised her ass up off the bed, allowing her knickers to be slipped off, down her legs and off her feet, before Drake tossed them onto the plush rug.
His eyes lit up as he gazed at her always-shaven pussy. It looked tremendously tight, the labia neatly tucked away, unspoiled. His large digits traced their way up her smooth thighs to her awakened pussy, and his middle finger started to delve inside. Kat let out a deep sigh and a moan of pleasure as she allowed his wide probing finger inside her. She guessed it was almost as big as Lance’s knob, and although she had never taken Lance’s knob inside her, she imagined that Drake’s finger was just as satisfying, as it thrust in and out of her, finger-banging her with intent.
Slipping his pointer finger in with it, he poked her vigorously, her tight pussy squeezing down upon his digits with loving force, encouraging him to continue, sucking him in further and further, all the way to the knuckle.
“I’ve got a lot more in store for you. This is Boot Camp after all,” said Drake as he withdrew his fingers and stepped over to the bedside cabinet. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a huge dildo, which Kat instantly recognized as being the sex-toy from the video. It was at least 11 inches, and she was sure there was no way she could take a thing like that. But she got the impression she wasn’t going to have much of a choice in the matter, and she wasn’t going to put up much of a fight either, as she longed to be probed once more.
Drake grabbed her by the hips, flipped her over and put his hand on the small of her back, causing her to push her pert tushy right up in the air. Her smooth crack opened, fully exposing her starfish in the dim bedroom light, as she heard a whirring noise behind her. Drake had pulled the trigger and the toy sprung to life like a pneumatic drill, vibrating dramatically, spinning around, as he pushed the big plastic bell-end right up against her virginal pussy. She had only ever taken her own average-sized dildo inside her. She heard a squelching noise and glanced round to see Drake unload a tube of lube on the long shaft of the tool. It trickled down to the bell-end. He pressed it up against her impossibly tight pussy, and she began to feel the helmet enter her. It hurt at first, but as the bell popped inside, she relaxed onto it and took another inch. Then another inch, and another, and before she knew it she was taking 6 inches deep, about half the toy.
Drake really cranked it up and screwed her with the whirring fucking-toy, rampantly poking 6 inches in and out of her, and Kat felt her juices escape and trickle down her thighs. Moaning, slightly in pain but loving every bit of it, Kat thought to herself, I think I’m starting to enjoy Boot Camp!
“There’s more in store,” said Drake.
Kat heard the bedroom door open, and as she looked into the bedroom mirror, she saw reflected a leather-clad female that she instantly recognized as being the woman from the bondage part of the DVD. The woman stepped into the room with an air of dominance. The bedroom light reflecting on the leather of her boots as she walked up towards the bed.
With the toy still several inches inside her pussy, Kat was fully speared, stuck, as the bondage woman took her whip from her belt. “Time for training,” said the woman as she cracked her whip.
“Oh Jeez,” gasped Kat as she looked into the mirror and saw the woman raise the whip above her. The whip lashed down upon Kat’s milk-white globes with amazing force, sending waves of pain up the small of her back, and sending waves of plea
sure down into her now fully-juiced-up snatch. Again the whip came down. And again, the lashings turning her butt-cheeks a crimson red. Kat felt her already-erect nipples harden even further and press against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. For there she was, just in a top and her socks and plimsolls, getting fucked and whipped in her mother’s bedroom.
She spontaneously reached down to work her burning nub, and as she flicked it from side to side she found herself eager for more penetration. She began to back her ass up, encouraging Drake to fuck her further, and fuck her further he did, as the fucking-toy squeezed in another inch or two, up to about 8 inches, screwing her royally. The woman put her whip down and smacked down a leather glove upon Kat’s butt-cheeks.
Feeling the toy being withdrawn from her flange, she immediately felt empty, longing for it to be back inside. She spun around, sat down on the bed and reached her hands forward to keenly unzip Drake’s jeans. She pulled them down, and feasted her eyes on the bulge in his white boxer shorts. Grabbing them by the hem, she pulled them down, allowing his erect cock to spring up in the air. It looked exactly as it did in the video - large, veiny, throbbing. She couldn’t believe it was finally right before her and she reached out, wrapped her hand around the girth and massaged it methodically, pulling the skin back and forth over the big shiny helmet, watching the pre-cum glisten.
The bondage woman sat down on a comfy chair, opened her legs and started to rub herself through her leather trousers, watching the action unfold.
“I need to feel you inside me,” gasped Kat. “I’ve never had a real cock. But now I’m fully prepared, I really want to feel you inside me.”
Drake was hungry to be her first time, and he kicked off his jeans and boxers and got on the bed, just in his wife beater vest. He lay on his back, with his head resting on the pillows, his muscular thighs slightly parted, his erect 9.5 incher sticking up in the air, waiting, his full balls throbbing beneath.