Date: Wed, 29 Sep 1999 17:54:57 PDT
From: D C Wooten <decal02@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tutoring Billy 6

Tutoring Billy
by decal (decal@hotmail.com)

Part 6

The next day I was standing at the front door of the Matson mansion at 2 PM
sharp.  Nervous?  You bet I was.  And aroused, very aroused.  Not that my
dick was hard or anything...it wasn't.  Rather it was that arousal that
permeates every other part of your body...and washes throughout your brain.
Of course, let someone just brush against my groin...well, let's just say
I'd be ready for action in a matter of seconds.

See, in spite of everything that had happened over the last few days, one
thing remained constant: I wanted Gwyn Matson...and I wanted more than that
quick fuck in the hallway...the one where she left me feeling like I was
just some human dildo.  I now knew from Arnie that she wanted me real bad.
I liked the sound of that.  Even if all she wanted was a big dick to
stretch her cunt, I'd fool myself into thinking she wanted me as me.  I
knew myself too well.  But whatever.  Bottom line, I wouldn't settle for a
quickie this time.

Of course, I knew that this visit wouldn't be 'this time'.  Arnie's warning
was very clear: do nothing with Gwyn without his arranging it.  But my body
was in no mood for warnings, not with Gwyn Matson asking me over for a
visit before Billy got home from school.  If my cock had its way, it would
buried in Gwyn's snatch moments after she answered the door.  Luckily...I
figured ol' Arnie would be around to keep things in check until he was good
'n ready to let us at each other.  The part of me that saw the perversity
in all this was no match for my churnin' gonads.

I rang the doorbell.  Gwyn startled me by opening the front door almost
immediately.  She greeted me with warmth and a smile.

"Andy, so good of you to come."

Gwyn stood before me in a short, silk robe, loosely tied at the waist.
There was no question she was naked underneath.

"Uh...well...not a problem," I said, immediately angry at myself for
stammering like some kid.  'Why the fuck does she have this effect on me?'
raced through my mind.

"I was just on my way out back for a swim.  Come along.  We can talk
there."

I followed her through the house, absorbing myself in the movement of her
hips and ass under the thin fabric.  I imagined my hands touching that ass,
first through the silk, then slipping underneath the robe.  She'd spread
her legs just enough to give my fingers access from behind to her warm,
moist sex...she'd quiver uncontrollably at my touch.  Those thoughts took
me right over the edge.  By the time I was sitting down across from her, a
small glass-top table the only thing between us, my cock was noticeably
lengthening and thickening in the now too-tight confines of my Dockers.
She gave a lingering glance through the glass at my lap.  I gave my dick a
flex.  She smiled.  'God, Andy,' I thought, 'you're a fuckin' slut.'

"Rosita makes the best sangria," Gwyn said.  "Want some?"

"Thanks."

As she reached for the large pottery pitcher, the tie that held her robe
together loosened, revealing both of her breasts.  The aureoles were large
and dark, which I love.  But what caught my eye was a large, fresh bruise
clearly visible on her left breast.  A vision of Arnie biting, abusing and
sucking on that breast flashed through my brain...that morning? maybe only
moments ago?  Was she showing off that badge of passion?  Of course, she
was.  And it was having the desired effect on me.  She was declaring a
competition, and I was primed to prove I was the better man.  All this
flashed through me in the couple of moments it took for her to pour sangria
into the two glasses.  As she did so, the tie gave way totally.

"Hope you like it," she said as she passed a glass to me and settled back
down into her chair, her robe now barely hanging on her shoulders.  She
made no effort to hide her nakedness.  Lithe, athletic...she was fuckin'
gorgeous.  Hard to believe she was the mother of a 16-year-old.

"I'm sure...I will."  I took too big a gulp and just barely kept from
choking.

"Please get more comfortable, if you'd like," she offered as she idly ran
her fingertips over her belly, letting them dip down almost to her pubics.
"Remember, it's very private back here."

"Oh, I'm fine," I replied.

"More than fine, I'd say," Gwyn said, as she slowly squeezed first one bare
nipple, then the other.  She gave just the slightest moan each time.  This
time the flexing of my dick was involuntary.  She noticed and smiled,
clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me.  She pinched both nipples
with her fingernails, really pinched them.  Her eyes closed briefly at the
self-inflicted pain.  Through the glass I watched her flex her pelvis and
noticed moisture around bright-red lips of her sex.  Without even thinking
I reached down and grabbed the outline of my hidden erection and squeezed.
I felt pre-cum escape into my briefs.  Another squeeze and I knew a wet
spot would start forming on my Dockers.

"My, my, Andy, it wants out so bad.  You sure...?"

"...I'm sure!" I said too loudly as I pulled my hand out of my lap, and
reaching for the glass, almost knocked it over.

"Well, suit yourself," she said with a little pout and gave her tits
another squeeze.

"You wanted...wanted to talk about Billy?" I asked.

"Oh...Billy?  Billy.  Oh, that's right. Yeah.  I just wanted you to know
how pleased I am with his progress.  He's bringing home B's now.  Got a
call from the school.  They've really noticed a big change in him.  He pays
attention, isn't disruptive."

"That's really good news," I answered.

"You've obviously figured out how to get through to him."

"Well, he's a good kid."

At that moment, two gardeners came around the corner of the house.  One
carried a shovel and a bag of mulch.  The other, much younger, pushed a
wheelbarrow filled with potted plants.

"Excuse me," Gwyn said quickly and got up, pulling her robe together and
tying it.

I watched as she walked up to the older guy...a large, virile man, he
looked mid to late 40s.  His sweat-stained shirt was unbuttoned, revealing
a hairy chest with the first signs of gray.  As they talked, she touched
him several times on the chest, letting her hand trail down to his belt.
It was a familiar gesture, almost seductive.  The younger man, a little
older than me but not by much, looked ill at ease.  In fact, I could've
sworn he was glaring at Gwyn.  It crossed my mind that these might be the
gardeners who gave Billy a lift to my place the day before.  As Gwyn
returned to the table, the gardeners headed back the way they came.

"Told 'em to do the new plantings tomorrow," she said as she slipped off
her robe and laid it over the back of her chair.  She picked up the pitcher
and poured us some more sangria.  Her groin was at my eye-level, her soft
brown pubics crowning the moist, very moist folds of her cunt.  She was
close enough that I could smell her sex.  "Arnie wanted me to fire them.
You've met Arnie, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess...sure."

"Anyway Arnie hates that guy Benson, the older one.  But, hey, he's a good
gardener."

She put down the pitcher and still standing there, started playing with her
nipples again.

"Where is Arnie?" I asked, trying to make it sound like idle conversation,
which it wasn't.

"Hell if I know," Gwyn snapped.  Then in a much softer voice: "Come on,
tutor, let me see it."

"I don't know if..."

"He's really got something on you, doesn't he?"

"What?"

"Arnie's told me all about it," she answered.  "One of his little games.
You're off limits until he says so.  Even challenged me.  Told me I
couldn't get in your pants.  Is that true, college boy?"

I didn't answer...didn't know how to answer.  Anger flared up inside me.  I
was one of Arnie's 'little games"?  And he was baiting her with this
challenge...like I was some pawn in their sex fun?

"You're not going to let Arnie push you around, are you?" she cried out
suddenly.  "Come on, take it out.  Show that bastard who's really boss."

Common sense gave way to my wounded manhood.  My hands pulled at my belt.
Then my zip.  I reached into my briefs, wet with the pre-cum I'd emptied
into them, and brought my cock out into the open.  Proudly I stroked it
slowly a few times before looking up at her.  She stared down at my cock,
hunger in her eyes.  She had one hand working her breast, the other now
probing her pussy.  I watched as she slipped her middle two fingers in and
out several times, then stop to rub her clit.

"Oh...you're bigger than I remember..." she said.  "God, I want to feel you
inside me.  Look, he doesn't have to know.  Just our little secret, OK?"

If she hadn't said the word 'secret', I'd have taken her right then and
there.  She wanted it bad, and God knows, I was ready.  But that single
word brought the enormity of Arnie's threat crashing down on me.

"Secret?" I laughed.  "Shit, he's probably watching us...hi, Arnie!...or
videotaping us...waitin' to see if you can break me.  Hell, I'm the only
loser in this game."  With considerable effort I pulled my briefs up over
my erection and started trying to stuff everything back into my pants.

"How do you know he hasn't told me?"

I froze and looked up at her face above me.  "What do you mean?"

"What he's got on you," she answered.  "I could ruin you, too, you know."

"You're bluffing," I said softly, suddenly afraid.

"What'd you say?" she asked.

"Bluffing...you're bluffing."  Much louder this time.

"I don't bluff," she said very firmly.  Then softly: "In some demented way
I'm glad I got you and Billy together."

"Ah, shit," I muttered.  "Shit...shit...shit."

"Cut the crap, college stud.  All you fuckin' care about is keeping that
dick of yours happy.  You're no different than Arnie and me.  No fuckin'
different at all.  But, hey, you seem to like Billy.  Maybe you even give
him a chance to think you love him.  That's better than anything I've ever
done for him.  But, boy...you cross me and I'll blow the whistle on you so
fast you won't know what hit you."

"You...fuckin'...bitch," I spat out slowly.

"Why, Andy dear, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.  Now, take
it out."

I hesitated.  I was stung by her accusations but almost too numb for her
words to fully register.

"Better get a move on, boy, or the next sex you have will be behind bars."

"I do love him."

"Well, too bad for you and worse for him, don't you think?  Especially
since all this heavy emotional shit hasn't done a thing to that."

She nodded down at my lap.  My earlier efforts to push my genitals back in
my pants had been unsuccessful.  I was still very much aroused...even more
so if the truth be told.  And half my cock, crown slick with pre-cum, stuck
out over the waistband of my briefs.

"And it certainly hasn't done anything to what I'm feeling."  My eyes
focused again on her fingers, their tips just hidden by her cunt lips and
still massaging her clitoris.

"But Arnie will..."

"Make a deal," she said interrupting me.  "It's gonna be much hotter
Arnie's way, so let's say we don't spoil that.  OK?  We don't touch, we
don't break Arnie's rules.  Right?"

"I guess so.  But...?"

"Don't worry.  He'll go along.  I know the bastard...he'll go along.  Now
those balls of yours are about ready to burst.  Show me what you can do?"

She was right.  My balls were churning...had never stopped churning from
the moment I followed that ass of hers to the back yard.  I wanted to feel
her sex wrapped around my tool...desperately I wanted it.  But for now I'd
have to settle with masturbating in front of her, stroking myself as she
brought herself off playing with her tits and cunt.  I lifted up my ass and
pushed my pants and briefs down to my knees.  Spit on my palm...added it to
the natural lube that oozed out my slit as I squeezed my shaft while
pushing my thumb up to my large mushroom head.  I loved to jerk off.  And I
knew the load I was about to deliver would be unlike anything Gwyn had ever
seen before...I just knew it.

Her eyes were glued to my fist as it moved slowly up and down my cock.  My
fingers were long but they didn't completely circle my shaft.  She noticed
that, I was sure of it.  Often I jerked off with both hands, one fist on
top of the other, my cock head sticking out the top.  But this time I
wanted her to see, really see, my cock, see its thickness, see its
throbbing veins.  So I reached down with my other hand, grabbed my balls,
and pulled on and squeezed the twin sacs as I stroked.

Gwyn was now squeezing her bruised breast and stroking its hard nipple.  I
imagined attacking her other breast, my teeth nipping at the tit, hearing
her moans urging me on, chewing and sucking on her soft skin, raising my
own, bigger bruise.  I glanced down and saw more of her other hand plunging
deep into her sex.  The first signs of orgasm were starting to slightly
jerk her pelvis.  My fist picked up speed over my cock.  I heard her voice
crying out my name...then I heard my voice as if from a distance.  It was
calling out her name.  For those brief moments I could imagine that we were
lovers.

Suddenly Gwyn dropped to her knees, overcome by throes of orgasm.  As
spasms thrashed her body, her head dropped onto my thigh, her hair just
touching my fast-moving hand.  My balls were moments from releasing their
torrent up my cock.  I let go of my balls and roughly grabbed Gwyn by the
hair, lifting her face off my leg.  She opened her eyes just in time to
watch the first burst of cum shoot from my cock slit and land on the glass
tabletop.  Second and third shots quickly followed onto the glass.  But
before another could emerge, Gwyn had her mouth covering my cockhead,
sucking hungrily at my remaining load.  Within moments her body was wracked
again by orgasm, her fingernails grabbed and dug into my thigh, the
unexpected pain sending bolts of excitement through my groin and into my
chest.

Then as quickly as it started, Gwyn's orgasm ended.  Her mouth released my
cockhead, and she slowly slid down onto her back on the ground.  She was
having trouble catching her breath.  Her body was drenched in sweat, her
cunt lips raw and swollen from her self-abuse.  I looked down at myself.
Residual cum leaked from my cock.  Blood showed on my thigh where Gwyn's
fingernails had broken the skin.  On the table my load was liquefying as it
cooled.  My eyes focused on a sudden movement in the yard.  The younger
gardener, quickly pulling up his pants, disappeared from view.  I grinned,
amused and a bit excited at the thought that we'd had an audience.  What
if...?  Then I quietly freaked inside.  Gwyn had sucked my dick.  If Arnie
found out...?

Gwyn stretched on the ground below me and slowly got up.  Without a word or
even a glance at me, she gathered up her robe and headed toward the back
door.  At this abrupt dismissal of me, I felt my anger rise.  She stopped
and turned slightly.

"Use the pool to clean up," she said.  "Billy's due home any minute, you
know."

As she disappeared into the house, my anger became full-scale rage as I
pulled off my clothes and dove into the swimming pool.  I don't know how
many laps I swam before I started to get a handle on my feelings, but I did
finally start to get control.  Then I became aware of someone watching me.
I tensed in anticipation of seeing Arnie.  But instead it was Billy.  In
moments he was stripped naked and in the pool with me, splashing me
mercilessly one minute and trying to dunk me the next.  His innocent
playfulness was the perfect anecdote to the intensity of the previous hour.
But it was short-lived.

As we climbed out of the pool, Arnie appeared at the back door.  He picked
my clothes up off the chair and sat down.  I tried to stay calm as I walked
up to him, water dripping off my naked body.  He nodded but didn't say a
word.  He handed me my briefs.  I felt his eyes boring into me as I pulled
them on over my wet skin.  He handed me my Dockers.  As I leaned over to
pull them on, my gut was churning so bad I thought I was going to heave.
Billy came up beside me, wearing gray CKs, the rest of his clothes bunched
up in his arms.  For a brief moment I had this sensation that he was
standing guard over me, protecting me from Arnie.  That became even
stronger as he placed himself between Arnie and me after Arnie handed me my
shirt.

"You be sure to see me before you leave tonight," Arnie said softly as I
reached down to pick up my shoes and socks.

I didn't...couldn't...answer.  As I rose back up, I looked into his face.
Slowly and deliberately he set his fingertip on the glasstop and started
tracing swirls in the remains of my load.  He winked.  He mouthed the words
'You're mine'.

Billy broke the spell by grabbing my arm and pushing me toward the
backdoor.

"What's he talking about?" Billy whispered as we stepped into the house.

"Not a clue," I answered trying hard to hide the anxiety I felt, trying
hard to hide the truth.

"The bastard's up to something," Billy responded.  "I just know it."

I don't remember much about the tutoring that night except that Billy
seemed more engaged with his homework than usual.  Even his normal sexual
playfulness was subdued.  In hindsight it was if he knew something was
coming down.  But me...I was too distracted by seeing Arnie to pick up on
much.  'You're mine.'  In my deepest gut, I knew the truth of those words.
While my conscious thoughts revolved around plowin' Gwyn so good that sex
with Arnie'd never be the same for her, inside I knew he'd be pulling all
the strings...and I'd let him.

Billy'd been asleep for about a half hour when I crept out of his room.
After studying, we'd laid on his bed in each other's arms, chatting about
this and that, mostly what was going on for him at school.  At one point we
heard Gwyn cry out.  I made a comment about them getting at it earlier than
usual.  Billy responded by getting very serious.  He warned me to stay out
of Arnie's way.  It was clear he was worried, and I was touched.  After he
dropped off to sleep, I paced about the room, my anxiety building over what
I'd find outside Billy's bedroom.

Finally I was standing in the darkened hallway at the top of the second
floor stairs.  Soft music was playing from Gwyn's bedroom.  Dim light
filled that end of the hallway so I knew that her door was ajar.  Then I
started slowly down the stairs.  Arnie was there, a dark shape sitting on
the bottom step, his back to me.  I stopped.  I don't even think I
breathed.  Arnie patted the step.  I hesitated a moment or two.  He patted
the step again, more loudly this time.  I moved down the stairs and sat
down next to him.  He leaned back against the steps above us.  I glanced
over at him.  He was naked.  His dark hairy chest and legs glistened with
sweat.  His black cock lay across his hip, the foreskin completely covering
the head.  Even relaxed, Arnie's dick was at least 6 inches.  The smell of
Gwyn's cunt juices filled the air.

"Almost blew it today, didn't ya?" he said.

I nodded.

"Not to worry though.  It was so fuckin' hot, I gonna forgive this little
breakin' of the rules."

"You watched?" I asked.

"The video, kid.  First time with 2 cams.  If you want, I'll make you a
copy once they're edited together."

"She knew?"

"Jeez, what'd ya think?  For her efforts she got a damn good fuck tonight."
Arnie started fooling with his cock, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing
the pink head.  "But, Andy buddy, she gonna get more than my dick tonight."

My insides leapt in anticipation.  Sure it was late and I was damn tired,
but nothing was going to stop me once Arnie gave the go-ahead.

"I take it from that stupid grin, you're ready," Arnie said.  "But I sure
hope you didn't wear that thing out today.  Screw the boy?"

"Fuck you!" I spat out.  God, he knew how to change a mood real quick.

Arnie jumped me.  We struggled off the stairs, and although he was smaller,
he was much stronger.  He quickly got the advantage, pinning me face down
on the hardwood floor.  He had my arm firmly planted in the small of my
back (I couldn't believe he'd managed to do it again to me).  His body
covered mine.  I felt his hardening cock pressing against my ass.

"From now on, stud, you gonna be real respectful of me," he said into my
ear.  "Understand?"

"Yeah...yeah..." I muttered.

He licked my ear.

"Stop that," I said.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled.  I cried out.

"Respectful, boy.  Plus it'll be easier on you to just go along.  More fun,
too.  Trust me.  Now, tell me you're gonna co-op-er-ate."

When I didn't answer quick enough, he yanked my hair again.

"OK...OK," I cried out.

"Smart boy."

Arnie climbed off of me and was standing over me as I turned and sat up.
He placed his foot on my crotch.  Yes, I was rock-hard.  He let out a low
whistle of appreciation.  He rubbed my bulge for a few moments, letting his
toes trace the outline of my hard-on.  Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me
up.  He roughly unzipped my pants and reached into the fly.  He grabbed a
handful.

"We're goin' upstairs now and you're gonna get the pussy you been huntin'.
But you gotta understand something.  She likes watching 2 guys getting off
on each other.  Course you already know that, don't you?  I'm sure Billy
told you what happened to him."

"You fuckin' asshole," I cried out and spit in his face.  Arnie responded
by squeezing my genitals, squeezing them hard.  A loud, pain-filled groan
escaped my mouth.  Arnie was baiting me.  I knew it.  He knew I knew it.
And both of us were getting off on it.  He wiped my spit off his face and
rubbed it around his cock.

"Yeah, but you sure like the stuff this asshole taught ol' Billy, don't
you?"  He squeezed my genitals again.  "Don't you?"

"Yeah," I groaned in response.

"Now, as I was sayin', you and me gotta put on a little show, then she'll
let you have your way with her.  Only thing ya gotta remember.  Do
whatever...and I mean whatever...I tell you to do.  And you better do it
nice and respectful like.  Just keep rememberin' what we've got on you and
you'll do fine.  Hell, betcha even enjoy it."

Saying that, Arnie grabbed my head with his other hand and pulled my face
to his.  Our mouths met.  He started probing my lips with his tongue.  When
I didn't open to receive him, he squeezed my genitals again.  In pain my
lips parted and he attacked my mouth.  In retaliation I grabbed a hold of
his balls and yanked hard on them.  But that only excited him more.  I
started to fight his tongue and soon found my tongue sucked into his mouth.
At that moment I gave in and began kissing him with a passion that matched
his.  We released each other's genitals.  Our hands grabbed each other's
ass cheeks and crushed our crotches together.  As our tongues fought, our
cocks struggled for supremacy.  I was coming right to the edge and would
have shot a load off into my pants but for Gwyn's sudden appearance at the
top of the stairs.

"Hey, boys, get your asses up here!"

"Just getting' him warmed up," Arnie replied with a broad smile as he
released me and started up the stairs.

"What about Billy?" I whispered as I followed him.

"Just checked on him," Gwyn said.  "Out cold.  Anyway, he sleeps through
anything."

I followed them down the hall and into Gwyn's bedroom.  The television was
on with the sound muted.  Images of me and Gwyn that afternoon flashed
across the screen.  While I stood there momentarily mesmerized at seeing
myself working my cock, Gwyn pulled off my shirt and started kissing and
mouthing my nipples.  At the same time, Arnie had my pants down and was
rubbing his face against the front of my briefs and sucking at the head of
my cock through the cotton.  I pulled my face away from the TV and took
Gwyn's head in my hands.  Her lips were already parted when I kissed her.
Deep and passionately we kissed while Arnie stripped down my briefs.  As he
started to blow me, I kicked free of my shoes and pants.  Arnie's mouth
felt fantastic around my cock.  While he couldn't take more than half of
it, he expertly touched and stroked all the right places with his tongue.
His hands grasped and kneaded my ass with fingers straying down my crack
and touching my hole.  I tensed, fearful of what that touch might mean.
But then they changed places.  The soft urgency of Gwyn's mouth turned into
the hard roughness I'd experienced downstairs.  Gwyn was the better
cocksucker, taking me all the way until her lips were grabbing at the root
of my shaft.  No one had ever managed my 9-inches like she did.  And as her
tongue probed at my piss slit, I knew I was rewarding her with the taste of
ample pre-cum.

We tumbled together onto the king-size bed.  Gwyn backed away as Arnie
maneuvered me into a 69.  Arnie's massive black cock was now in my face,
it's foreskin pulled back but still covering most of the cockhead.  Before
I could think much about it, Arnie thrust his hips toward my face and his
Latin sex was in my mouth.  My lips stretched and strained around its
girth, my teeth scrapped against the sensitive skin of its head and shaft.
But Arnie didn't seem to mind.  He was more focused on devouring my cock.
I felt him straining to take more and more of it down his throat.  He was
cheered on by Gwyn, who was now kneeling over us, urging her lover to
swallow more and more of the 'college stud's meat'.  I tongued around and
under Arnie's foreskin, suddenly and intensely excited that a man's
cock...this man's cock...was buried in my mouth.  I started to work at
doing it right.  I relaxed my jaw and discovered that more of his erection
slipped deeper into me.  I'd already started to get the hang of controlling
my gag reflex with Billy, but controlling breathing was, I discovered, more
important with a cock as big as Arnie's.  However, my experimenting quickly
ended when Arnie, his mouth still wrapped around my cock, grabbed my head
and took matters into his own hands.  For several minutes with Gwyn's cries
of encouragement he fucked my face hard, almost brutally, only giving me a
break when he sensed my gagging was about to turn into heaving.  The sharp,
bitter taste of his pre-cum filled my mouth.  I loved it and hated him.
God, I hated him.  I began to sense that he was close to unloading and
tried to prepare myself for a flood of cum.  But then he suddenly stopped
plunging his monster into my aching, raw mouth.  He bounded off the bed and
started pacing back and forth.

"Oh, God, oh, God," he was crying out.  "Not yet, you fuckin' asshole, not
yet."  His 10-incher, dripping with my saliva, was bouncing and slapping
against his thighs.  It finally dawned on me that he had almost shot off.

At that moment, Gwyn pulled me on top of her and started kissing my face.
I slowly moved down her body, stopped at her breasts, the bruise on the
left one even more pronounced than before.

"Oh, yes, Andy, you know what I want," she cried.

I did.  I attacked her right one.  Her tit was aroused, was hard.  As I
sucked and bit on it, she moaned.  She slapped my head several
times...hard.  I chewed harder.  She bucked me with her hips, trying to
throw me off.  But when she grabbed my head, forcing me to take more of her
breast into my mouth, I knew she wanted me right where I was.  As I started
chewing and sucking on her soft white skin, Arnie moved up beside me and
started working on 'his' breast.  She cried and bucked and slapped our
heads and backs as we ravaged her.

Arnie moved down first.  I lifted my head and looked just in time to see
him wrap his lips over her pussy.  Gwyn lifted her ass up high off the bed
to meet his probing tongue.  I shifted up and planted my mouth on hers.
She sucked my tongue in and held it, suctioned it, almost painfully, deep
in her mouth.  My cock was now right there by her crotch.  Arnie pulled it
to his mouth and started licking and sucking it, bringing it right to the
opening of Gwyn's snatch.  He guided the head between the folds of her cunt
lips, all the while working both her and me over with his tongue.  At one
point, I tried to ease myself into her.  But he pushed me back.  He sucked
her juices off my dick and then guided me back to the entrance to her sex.
This time serious churning started deep in my testicles.  I roughly pulled
my mouth off Gwyn's.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried out.

Arnie responded by grabbing my balls and squeezing them hard.  Pain like
I'd never felt before raced throughout my body.  I almost passed out.  But
I didn't cum.  Arnie then pulled me down and planted my face in Gwyn's
crotch.  The ache in my groin soon passed as I lost myself tonguing her
sex.  She placed her hands on my head, trying to guide my tongue to where
she itched.  I teased her for awhile, avoiding that nub of supersensitized
flesh.  She cried out over and over, urging me to find it, to give her the
pleasure she needed.  I finally gave in.  Her body relaxed momentarily when
I let my tongue finally caress her clit, only to tense up again as I began
giving her serious attention.

About that time, I felt Arnie's hands on my ass.  They pulled my cheeks
apart, and Arnie buried his face deep between my legs, his day-old beard
tearing at the sensitive skin, his tongue probing at my hole.  I was both
shocked and thrilled.  Shocked because I'd never imagined anyone doing such
a thing...thrilled at the sensations that shot from that most private of
places.  For the next few minutes my attention shifted back and forth from
my mouth to my anus.

Finally and unbelievably, I felt the tip of Arnie's tongue slip past my
sphincter and into my hole.  I released Gwyn's cunt and got lost in what
Arnie was doing to me.  A greased finger soon replaced his tongue.  I think
it was when he slipped a second finger into me that I realize that I was,
in fact, going to get fucked that night.  I immediately tensed at the
thought of taking his black monster.  I clamped tightly around the 2
fingers Arnie had buried inside me, and for the first time, I felt pain,
searing, hot pain.  I cried out...actually, I think I screamed.

"Relax, Andy."  It was Gwyn's soft voice.  "Just relax.  It'll be OK."

Arnie pulled his fingers out of my hole.  My whole body collapsed in on
itself as the pain abruptly ended.  Then Arnie's fingers were back.  Gwyn
stroked my back and talk soothingly, encouraging me to relax as her lover
worked over my hole, expertly slipping yet another finger in and slowly
stretching my tight, virgin muscles.  She told me I was about to experience
the best sex I'd ever had, fucking her while Arnie fucked me.

"No," I cried out as Arnie stretched my hole again.  "I can't."

"Sure you can," she replied softly.

I struggled to get up, to break free.  All I wanted was to get out of this
place.  But then I felt Arnie's hand clamp around the back of my neck.

"You move, my friend, and you might as well kiss your future goodbye.
Nothing I do to you tonight will be anything like you'll get when they find
out you're in for child molesting.  Trust me, I know these things."

The next few minutes were a blur.  Arnie used no more fingers.  The next
thing I knew his greased cock was sliding down my crack and pressing at my
hole.

"NO...NO...NO..." I cried out, almost sobbing.

Arnie shoved a towel into my mouth to shut me up.

"Relax, baby, please relax," Gwyn was saying.  "You're making it worse than
it needs to be."

There was no stopping Arnie now.  My sphincter fought but finally gave way
to his onslaught...and with one single plunge, Arnie's 10-inches rearranged
my bowels.  Why I didn't pass out, I don't know.  Instead I was suddenly
fully alert to all the sensations emanating from my ass.  It hurt.  God, it
hurt.  But I felt something else, too.  Before I could focus on that
something else, however, Arnie started to ease himself out.  But just when
I thought he was going to free me of this invader, he pushed back in.  Over
and over he did this.  Ever so slowly, giving me time to get used to this
new part of me.  He pulled the towel out of my mouth.

"You getting into this, stud?" Arnie asked.  I was...and he knew it without
my saying a word.

He then fucked me harder and faster for a minute or so.  It still hurt like
hell but that other feeling was getting stronger, the feeling that told me
I liked this.

"He's ready," Arnie said flatly and abruptly pulled himself out of me.

I immediately felt empty.  The strangest feeling.  Like something important
being taken away.  Arnie turned me over and took my now-soft dick into his
mouth.  The sensations in my ass, along with what his lips and tongue were
doing had me quickly fully erect.

"OK, big boy, she's all yours," Arnie said.  "And you're mine."

Gwyn was on her back next to me, her legs spread wide, fingering her cunt,
her butt at the edge of the bed.  I got up and stood between her legs.  She
reached up and took my erection.  As she guided it to the entrance of her
sex, I leaned over her, my hands planted on either side of her shoulders.
I looked into her eyes as I eased myself deep inside her.  She shut hers
tight and moaned as I filled her.

Arnie moved right behind me and positioned his cock at my now expectant
hole.  Again it hurt like hell as he pushed against the initial tightness,
but then he was in, sliding his full length deep into my gut.  At his
urging I started fucking first and Arnie moved with me.  Somehow my cock
felt bigger and thicker than it ever had before.  Gwyn was totally losing
herself below me.  Then Arnie started fucking me.  At first it was awkward,
and he slipped out a couple of times.  But then we got into a rhythm.  When
I was plunging into Gwyn, he was pulling out.  When I was pulling out, he
was plunging in.  Didn't always work but it was close enough.  After about
5 minutes of this, Arnie told me to stay buried in Gwyn.  Then he started
fucking the hell out of my ass.  I was totally at his mercy and strictly
along for the ride.  So was Gwyn.  I began to feel like my cock was now an
extension of his and wondered if Gwyn felt it, too.  Suddenly she started
to cum.  It was like no orgasm I'd ever seen in a woman.  Violently she
rocked and thrashed below me, her fingers clawing at my chest.  Then I felt
myself lift right over the edge.  I lost all sensation except for that
which rushed from my balls through my cock and into her womb.  And just as
my orgasm burst, I heard Arnie cry out and a tremendous heat filled my gut.

Moments later I passed out.

I came awake with an urgent need to shit.  I was lying partially on top of
Gwyn.  Arnie was on his back beside me.  I eased myself up off the bed and
got to the john in the master bathroom just in time.  After I was through,
I stood for a few minutes looking at myself in the large mirror over the
sink.  I was a sweating, stinking mess.  My chest showed the marks of
Gwyn's fingernails.  I smiled to myself.  I'd have to keep my shirt on at
the frat for awhile unless I wanted to be forced to entertain the guys with
the story of this encounter...all except the getting fucked, of
course...which was the best part though, wasn't it?

I climbed into the huge glass shower (2 showerheads yet) and let the hot
water wash over my aching, satiated body.  I soaped up, paying particular
attention to my battered ass.  The soap stung a bit as I stuck my finger up
the still-stretched hole.

It wasn't until I was standing outside the shower, drying myself off that
Billy crept into my exhausted, sex-crazed brain.  And with that image came
searing pain in my chest, tears burning my eyes.  The realization that they
had done this to Billy struck me with a power that dropped me to my knees.
How old had he been when Gwyn first did this to him?  15? 14? 10?  A vision
of his helplessness washed through me.  With a certainty that I'd never
felt before, I knew that I had to get him away from them.

I made my way back into the bedroom and found my clothes.  Gwyn and Arnie
awake now, Gwyn sitting up against the headboard, Arnie sitting at the foot
of the bed.  I dressed without a word as they gushed over how great I was.
I'm just like them, I thought...that's what Gwyn had said.  And she was
right, she was fuckin' right.  How could I even think of rescuing Billy
from them, when I was 'them' too?  Then my growing despair got suddenly
interrupted.

"I can't wait to introduce you to the Blankenships," Arnie said.

"Huh?  What did you say?" I asked, suddenly alert.

"No way we can keep a stud like you to ourselves, ol' buddy," Arnie
answered.  "Anyway, you can't tell me you didn't love it, every fuckin'
minute of it.  Besides that, there's good money in it for you.  Better than
what she's payin' you to tutor the kid.  Oh, you'll do well, very well."

"You mean you'll do well, you goddamn pimp!" I lashed out.  "No way.  Not
interested."

I fought the urge to plant my fist in his face.  Instead I turned to leave.

"Oh, Andy, Andy," Arnie said before I could even take a step.  "You forget
something."

I turned, my fists clenched at my side.  He stood up, looking confident and
relaxed.

"Forget your blackmail?" I shot back.  "Not a chance.  But, with the choice
you give me, I'll take my chances...your word against mine."

"I had hoped to spare you this, my friend, but you leave me no choice."

Arnie ejected the Andy/Gwyn show out of the VCR and inserted another tape.
He motioned to Gwyn, who'd grabbed the remote off the end table, to hit
play.  Billy and me filled the screen.  His bedroom.  Billy was sucking me
off.

"This is pretty tame compared to what else's on the tape.  Seen enough?  Or
should Gwyn fast-forward a bit?

I was devastated, in shock, frankly terrified at what I'd gotten myself
into.  I was trapped.

"How did you...?"

"God, Andy, you're one dense guy," Arnie said.  "I'll explain it to you.
Billy.  He's in on all this.  Fuckin' set you up."

"You..." I started.

"LIAR!"  Billy was suddenly in the room and attacking Arnie with both
fists.  Gwyn screamed.  I was frozen to the spot.  Arnie recovered first,
grabbed Billy by the arm, twisted it, and planted a clean blow to his
stomach.  Gwyn screamed again and I started to lunge at Arnie.

"If you move, Billy will get it again!" Arnie shouted at me.

I stopped.  Arnie still had Billy's arm twisted...I knew he was strong
enough to break it.  Billy was doubled over in pain.  When he glanced up at
Arnie, I saw no tears in his eyes...only rage.

"Let him go," I said as calmly as I could, my voice quavering.

"Get out of here!" Arnie yelled.

"Not without Billy," I said.

"9-1-1," Arnie shouted to Gwyn.  "NOW!"

Gwyn reached for the phone.

"Please, Andy.  Go!" she begged as she hit the 3 digits.

"Andy," Billy said.  "You gotta leave."

"An intruder!" Gwyn was crying into the phone.  "Please hurry."

"You can't help me," Billy pleaded.

"But..." I pleaded right back.

"I'll be OK.  Go...now!"

I turned, rushed from the room and down the stairs.  I was in my car and
off the Matson property with few moments to spare.

When I got back to the frat house, there was a phone message on my door:

"No tutoring this week.
Blankenships. 8 PM Saturday.
Call for directions.
Arnie."

(to be continued)