Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

I logged out and closed the laptop. The first grade had appeared; it was an A, and that was the most difficult course this semester. That was good. No, it was better than good; it was necessary. There was no way I could afford to study mathematics at Harvard without the stipend, and the stipend required good grades.

I left my room. I was not the type to celebrate wildly, but I sure deserved a relaxing afternoon. I walked outside, without a clear aim, but soon discovered that I was approaching the library - not the university library, the public one. Not a bad idea, actually. I could check out a good book and find a cafe with outdoor seating, where I could read while indulging a good cake and a coffee.

At the library, I naturally gravitated towards the young adult section. Many of my peers would rather break an arm than admit that they still read YA. I did not give a fuck. When reading for fun I read for fun, not to appear intellectual. I checked my favorite authors for new titles, to no avail. Then I saw one of the featured books, an old one by Riordan: The Red Pyramid. I had already read it, but remembered it as good. And quite frankly, there is nothing as relaxing as rereading a good book.

"I recommend it, it's one of his best," a voice said.

I turned around and saw a middle-aged woman.

"Thank you," I said, and began to walk away.

"You must be Simon Ford, I would very much like to speak with you," the woman continued. "I am Marianne Huxley, by the way. I assumed you would be coming here after getting your grade, so I took the liberty of booking one of the meeting rooms."

This was a bit creepy. How could she know? Had she been spying on me? I considered making a fast retreat, but then what was the worst that could happen? A multi-level marketing scam? I had never heard of young men being raped by middle-aged women in libraries, so I nodded and followed her to the meeting room.

"Well, Simon, you are quite a remarkable young man. You got top grades at the winter exams, and now you are acing it again. You have a sharp mind. And you are quite athletic, if you trained a bit harder you might qualify for an athlete's stipend."

I nodded. "I've thought about it. That would mean a career as a professional athlete, with mathematics as a hobby. I could be a decent athlete, perhaps even a good one, but never world-class. I would much rather be a top mathematician who runs in his spare time."

"That's wise. You are also a healthy young man. People get old in your family, and stay healthy for a long time. And there is no history of mental illness, either. You have what people jokingly call very good genes."

"Okay," I said, not quite liking where this was going.

"My point is this. I know some very affluent women, who would be willing to pay quite a lot for your genes, for you to father their children."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I am not interested in contributing to your elite sperm bank."

"Oh, but the women I talk about are not into sperm banks. They would want to be fertilized the natural way."

"No way. I would much rather be a mathematician than a gigolo. Forget it."

I got up to leave and was almost at the door when she spoke again.

"A million dollars, Simon Ford. A million dollars."

I slowly turn around. "No-one in her right mind would pay a million dollars to fuck me. There must be some serious catch here that you haven't told me about."

"Of course there is a catch. Quite a major catch, actually. Come back, and let me tell you about it. But first I would like to tell you about our bail-out policy.

"You won't earn a million dollars just in one go, of course. You will earn it bit by bit. And at any time you can leave; you will not earn anything more, but you can keep everything you've gotten so far. For example, the first day will start with an introductory briefing. Attending it will earn you the first twenty thousand dollars. If you leave right after the briefing I will be upset and angry, and my customers will be very disappointed, but you will keep the twenty grand. Of course, if I thought there was any risk you would quit that early we would not be having this conversation."

I had been standing halfway between the door and the meeting table. She pointed at my chair, and I returned to it.

"So, the catch. And the million dollars. It's actually a bit more, there are bonuses like the 20 grand I just mentioned in addition to the million dollars. Well, we have this mansion with a large park around it. You will meet here for the briefing, then you will undress and then be released naked into the parkland. You'll get an hour's head start, then the women will be let out."

"How many?"

"How many women? Oh, ten to fifteen. But don't worry, only the one who catches you gets to fuck you. And they'll want some sport, so to motivate you to avoid being caught there is a bonus. Ten grand for every six hours you remain uncaught. You can probably hold out for a few days. The hunt will be paused for an hour every morning and every evening, and a drone will bring you food. And you will get seven hours of rest during the night, when the hunt is paused. At least the first two nights, if you remain free for that long we need to make it harder.

"Once a woman catches you..."

"How is she supposed to catch me? Just touch me, tackle me, or what?"

"You'll get those kinds of details at the initial briefing."

"If you don't want to tell me now, it's because you assume that I'd bail out if you gave me time to think about it."

She smiled. "Maybe. But mainly because we need to show you stuff to explain it. Anyway, that is how it is. You get the practical info at the briefing. Let me continue.

"Once a woman catches you, she gets to fuck you right then and there. That will earn you another twenty grand. And only then does the million come into play. She will take you home, and you will live with her. For a year. You will have sex with her whenever she wants, however she wants, within reason, of course. And you can still bail out, you will have earned one 365th of a million per day you have stayed. That is..."

"Three thousand dollars, give or take. I can do math," I interrupted her. I felt a bit inclined to be rude.

"Yes." If I was annoying her, she hid it well. "If you succeed in making her pregnant you will earn an extra hundred thousand as a bonus. And if you do it so early in the year that you are still with her when the child is born, another hundred thousand. In any case, the catch is that the child is not yours. You will have no rights as a father, nor any duties. No alimony, no visiting rights. And if you fuck any of her friends and make them pregnant, the same applies. What do you say to this?"

"I'll essentially be her sex slave for a year. How old are these women?"

"Well, the youngest will be in their mid twenties, your own age. The oldest will be in their early forties, but they are less likely to catch you."

"And what about my studies, can I continue following classes?"

"No. But you can get leave for a year without giving any reason beyond 'personal matters'. I suggest you do that."

"I'll lose my stipend, if I do that."

"And how much money is your stipend?"

I nodded, she had a point there. I sat for a while without saying anything.

"Fuck me, I have to think about this!" I bursted out.

"Of course, but not for too long. I need your answer within 48 hours, otherwise I have to find another candidate. Here is my card, call me. And please keep everything I said confidential. Not that anyone would believe you, but I still do not want any rumors."

I nodded, and we left the meeting room. I went home without checking out the novel, and sat for a while in a chair, considering her offer. It was utterly absurd, of course. After an hour, I said "Fuck it!" and picked up my phone. I called Haley, my sister. She was a year younger than me, and had just been admitted to the local community college in the anthropology program. We had always been rather close, and I needed to discuss this with somebody. And she had always been the wild one, if anyone would understand it would be her.

At least Haley did not laugh. But she did think it was insane, and most likely some kind of scam or hoax. But we could not see what they would gain.

And talking to Haley made me realize what I wanted to do. I would sleep on it, and then I would call Marianne Huxley the next day. And I would probably accept.

--- ooOoo ---

Three weeks later, I was waiting at the curb at 8 AM, as instructed. I was wearing practical clothes and good running shoes. I did not know if I would be allowed to keep the shoes on, or if naked meant barefoot. In that case, I would be at a significant disadvantage. Not that it really mattered, it was just a question of how long it would take them to catch me.

A Tesla pulled up, and the driver held the door while I got in. We drove for more than two hours, leaving the city for more thinly populated areas. Finally, we reached a large mansion with a wall around the grounds. A gate opened as we approached, and we pulled up before the stately stairs leading into the mansion, which was located on a low hill overlooking the surrounding parkland. Marianne met me at the top of the stairs, and led me in. I could hear voices coming from upstairs, but she led me to a meeting room on the ground floor. As we entered the room, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"You just got a notification, check it out," Marianne said.

I looked at the phone, it was a pop-up from my home banking app. Twenty thousand dollars had just been deposited to my account.

"I was supposed to pay you after the briefing, but you have not come all this way to bail out before listening to me. So as a gesture of good will, I have made the transfer now. Let's start the briefing with this map."

She led me to a large map of the grounds surrounding the mansion.

"We are here, this line is the wall surrounding our land. You are not allowed to cross the wall, doing so is paramount to quitting, and you forfeit any future payment. It you want to quit, just say so, that is easier than jumping the wall."

The mansion was located in one end of its rather large land, near the road and the entrance gate. Most of the area was on the back side of the mansion, and looked more wild.

"Here near the house, it is open parkland with solitary trees and lawns. Further back, it becomes wilder and more natural. Hear at the back, the land even becomes a bit hilly, and a small stream cuts through our land here."

She points at the map.

"After the briefing I will give you half an hour or so to study the map. Memorizing the main features might be advantageous. But for now, please come over here and sit down.

"So, at noon you will be released into the lands, naked. Today, there are fourteen hunters, all women of course, and they will be released at 1 PM. Their task is to catch you, your task is to give them as much sport as possible by avoiding capture for as long as possible."

I nod, "And this leads back to the question you did not answer last time. What constitutes a capture? Do they..."

"They have to shoot you," she said with a grin, and pulled a strange looking gun from a drawer. "With this one. It shoots darts like this one."

She held out a small dart, it had a point and a flat disk 1/4 inch behind the tip.

"It will penetrate your skin, but the disk will stop it. It will hurt, of course, but not much worse than getting a vaccination. Now the dart contains a toxin, and a small ball that pushes forward as the dart stops when it hits you, injecting the toxin. Don't worry, it is not dangerous, but it will paralyze you. One shot is not enough to paralyze a grown man like you, it will require a second hit, or maybe even a third. The toxin only affects the skeletal muscles, not your breathing, nor your heart, so it may be unpleasant but not dangerous. Also, it affects your head less, so you may still be able to speak.

"When she fires the gun, it will block for a minute, so she has to continue chasing you and get a second shot in to catch you a minute later. But it will also makes an electronic banshee wail that can be heard a mile away. That will attract all the other hunters, which is bad news for her, as one of the others may get you instead. And bad news for you, for the same reason. So avoid getting shot even the first time.

"Also, the first shot will not paralyze you, but it may slow you down. But if you escape her, then your body will have cleared the toxin in an hour or so. Is it clear so far?"

"Yes. I don't like it, but..."

"But we pay you well. Very well indeed. Remember in addition to the million dollar you get for being a sex slave for a year, we pay a bonus for every six hours you remain at large during the hunt.

"Anyway, you will be out there for a while, and will need food and water. You will wear this smartwatch, it has a GPS and will constantly transmit your position to me. At seven PM it is dinner time, half an hour before dinner the hunters will be called back to the mansion, then at seven a drone will fly out to you carrying food and dinner. You have half an hour to eat, then at seven thirty your GPS coordinates are given to the hunters. At eight, they are let out from the mansion, so you have half an hour to put some distance between you and your dinner site.

"At seven AM, we follow the same procedure for breakfast, a drone arrives, breakfast ends at seven thirty, and at eight the hunters are released, with your GPS coordinates from half an hour earlier.

"Now for the first two nights, you get to rest from 11 PM until breakfast. The hunt will be paused, and you get to sleep out there if you can. The smartwatch will wake you at seven. We hope you can last for at least 24 hours, hopefully more, but eventually we have to force a finish. So after the second breakfast we make it more difficult. Now the hunters will be informed of your GPS coordinates every hour. The first time with thirty minutes delay, an hour later with 29 minutes delay, etc. Eventually, they will get your instantaneous position every hour. And after the first two nights, we will no longer call of the hunt off for the night. Some of the hunters will need sleep, but they will nap at different times, when they find it most advantageous. You will have to keep running, as they get your position every hour.

"But I'll be surprised if you last that long. Sooner or later, a lady is going to get withing range and shoot you. And then... well, I did not mention the interesting side effect of the toxin. A part from paralyzing you, it will give you an erection, lasting for an hour or a bit more. That was what gave us the idea for all this. It will make it easier for her to rape you. Once she has fucked you, you will get that bonus as well, and we will pick you up. When you have recovered from the toxin, she can take you home and have fun. Any questions?"

"Yes, will I only get two meals a day? And what about water?"

"Yes, only two meals a day, but they will be nourishing. And there will be water bottles, you can carry some of them with you and stash for later, if you want."

"OK"

"Now, once you are claimed by a woman, you become her sex slave. The main purpose is to get her pregnant, but she pays to have fun with you, too. But there are limits. She is not allowed to draw blood or cause damage to your body, neither permanent nor temporary. In addition, I have a list of things you may veto. However, you cannot choose them all, I'll only allow a very limited number."

She gives the list to me. It starts with 'Forced sex with other women' and 'Forced sex with other men', and continues with a long list of BDSM-like stuff.

"Where is 'all of the above'?" I ask.

She did not seem amused. "Figure out your priorities, and tell me the most important ones first. I'll stop you when you have no more slots left."

I looked at the list again, and made up my mind.

"One: Inflict severe pain or torture. I don't want that!"

She nods, and ticks it off on her own list.

"Two: Forced sex with other men."

"Three: Scat-play. That is just too gross."

She nods again, clearly agreeing.

"Four: Inflict moderate pain."

"Five: Period play."

"Sorry," she said, "but you are out of options. You only get the first four."

"Yuck. OK. I had a few more, but I can probably live with that."

"Otherwise, your safe-word is the word 'safe-word'. Say it twice, and she will stop what she is doing. Then you can together decide if you want to quit permanently, or just stop that activity. This is important, you can always stop her, or even quit all together. Remember your safe-word is 'safe-word'!"

"That is all for now. Please undress, then you have half an hour to study the map."

"May I keep my shoes?"

"No."

I stripped naked, and went to the map. Then, shortly before noon Marianne led me to the doors on the back of the mansion, and I was led out into the grounds. Naked, wearing only a black smartwatch.

--- ooOoo ---

I assumed fourteen women were carefully watching me from the windows, so I followed the plan I made when looking at the map. Instead of heading for the closest trees, I stayed in the open land as I ran as far away as I could, letting the women clearly see my course as I ran more or less along the center line of the park. Eventually, the open parkland ended, and I entered the woods. The best hiding places were obviously ahead and to the right, where the creek ran through the hunting grounds. So I turned sharply left instead, seeking out the denser undergrowth in the more wilder rear half of the hunting grounds. I had been told that there were no thorny bushes, and no poison ivy, but I still disliked how the twigs and undergrowth touched my naked body as I forced my way into a dense region of bushes.

Soon it was 1 PM, and the girls must have been leaving the mansion. A few would assume that I had been fancy, and had let them see me run for so far because I planned to turn around and hide near the mansion. But that would have worked badly for me, there were many trees there, but little undergrowth apart from the rhododendron bushes. Most of the girls would search here at the back, where all the good hiding places were. And while most would look first near the creek, nowhere would be safe. So I buried myself halfway in old leaves, hidden below a dense bush.

Three times I heard somebody move nearby. Three times I laid as still as humanly possible, and almost held my breath. Three times they moved on. The fourth time I was less luck, I could hear her begin to search the bushes I was hiding in. I prepared to jump up and run, hoping she would miss her shot; then I should be able to outrun her. But then a loud electronic noise was heard, almost like a siren, from the direction of the creek. Somebody had fired her gun - at a shadow, or at another hunter? It did not matter, she immediately abandoned her search and ran in direction of the noise. Not far away, I could hear another woman run in the same direction.

I waited perhaps ten minutes, then I abandoned my hiding place, suspecting that she would come back to finish her search. It was only mid afternoon, it would be hours before I would get my dinner break. I sneaked through the forest, constantly looking and listening for the women who were hunting me. When I found a small clearing, I feared to enter it. But some kind of plant was growing there, more than a foot high, with yellow flowers and broad leaves. It did not look like much of a hiding place, but so much the better if it worked. I slowly walked in between the plants, careful not to leave an obvious trail. Then I laid down, hoping the plants would hide me. 

I had hardly been hiding for ten minutes when I heard somebody move into the clearing. Through a small gap I could see a woman walk along the edge. Then she stepped a few feet into the woods, hiding between the trees but with a good view of the clearing. She clearly hoped to catch me moving into it, had she come fifteen minutes earlier, she would have succeeded. Now I had to lie very still between the plants. I could feel an ant crawling on me, then two. I tried to ignore them.

It felt like hours had passed, but I did not dare to move enough to look at my watch. It was a minor miracle that she had positioned herself just where I was able to glimpse her between the leaves, had she been anywhere else I would probably have moved enough to give myself away. Suddenly I heard a beeping from her phone. She cursed, mumbled "I'll be back" or something like that, and left. Dinner time had saved me.

I stayed among the leaves for another ten minutes, then I got up. To annoy her, I chose the exact spot she had been standing as my dinner spot. Soon a drone arrived with food and water, I ate hungrily. I looked at my watch, in five minutes my GPS coordinates would be given to the hunters, then I had half an hour to move on before they were let loose. I waited six minutes, then I got up and ran towards the creek. They had been very active searching that are before dinner, perhaps they would concentrate on other spots now. I crossed the creek, there was not much water in it. I looked for good hiding spots when I saw a large tree with heavy foliage. It looked realistic to climb it, even barefoot and naked. In daylight, I would easily be seen, but it was getting quite dark now. I climbed, and found a comfortable branch to sit on.

Twice I saw women move right under me, none of them saw me. By then I had realized my terrible mistake. If they were to shoot me while up here, I would fall to the ground and get hurt. No climbing tomorrow!

At least I could look at my watch, and at 11 PM I knew I was clear for the night. I climbed down, and made a nest in some old dry leaves to sleep. Sleeping naked outdoor is not recommended, the insects were annoying, but somehow I got some sleep. Then breakfast, and then the hunt was on again.

The second day passed much as the first, but in the mid afternoon I was almost caught. I was hiding in some bushes when a woman in her thirties began searching them. I saw no other option than jumping up and bolting. She fired her gun, and I felt a sharp pain in my butt, but kept running. She was no match for me, before her gun allowed her to fire again I was out of range, but with all the hunters at my track. The toxin made my limps feel heavy, but did not really slow me down, and while my dick swelled a bit it fortunately did not get fully erect.

I had been running as fast as I could in a random direction, and now I was close to the outer wall. I changed direction, and ran as silently as possible parallel to the wall, in direction of the mansion. My plan was to get back to the more cultivated parkland, follow the wall hiding between the trees and bushes growing close to it, pass around the mansion and up the other side, thus avoiding the swarm of hunters drawn to the region of the forest where the gun was fired.

I soon realized the flaw of my plan. There were gaps where I could be seen from anybody standing in the open land. And a hunter was standing there, close enough that I could clearly make her out. It looked like one of the middle-aged women. Turning back was not an option, I would certainly get caught, so I waited. Eventually, she looked away and I ran past the gap, I no longer felt the effects of the toxin. It took me hours to make my way down to the gate in the wall, and up again on the other side. I am sure I was seen from the mansion, but all the hunters were out so that did not matter. On my way back up, I had to pass another gap, and the woman from before was standing on a small hill, looking this way. Dinner was only an hour away, and I was reasonably sure no-one was following me, so I stayed put, and had my dinner there, close to the mansion. Hopefully that would cause a few hunters to waste time searching this area, where I would certainly not return.

As soon as I had finished dinner I ran close to the wall and into the forest at the back, where I quickly found a hiding place. No-one was even close to finding me before the hunt was closed for the night. My last night trying to sleep naked in a forest. If I made it through the next day, the hunt would continue throughout the night.

I did not make it through the next day.

It was not even noon when I had to abandon a hiding place as a careless movement attracted the attention of a woman dressed in camouflage. I bolted, and escaped before she came within firing range. But as I ran, a second camouflage-clad woman appeared before me, and fired her gun. I was hit in the chest. I pulled out the dart and turned sharply right, trying to avoid both women and reach open land. But the first woman ran diagonally and got close enough to fire. I took the second dart in the thigh.

Now I felt the toxin, my legs felt like lead and clearly slowed me down. The two women gave chase, and had no problems keeping up. I, on the other hand, found myself stumbling over branches and other stuff on the ground, and sought towards more open and grassy land. Soon their guns were ready to fire, one of them increased her pace until she could fire the third dart into my ass-cheek. It hurt like hell. I yanked the dart out, but my gait was getting wobbly. I stopped, and sank to my knees, before collapsing in the grass.

She put her foot on my hip, and rolled me over on my back. She smiled as she saw my now fully erect dick pointing towards the sky, as I laid helplessly on my back.

She pulled out a small radio. "I, Penelope Lorean, claim victory in the hunt. I claim this young man for myself, and for my sister Stacia!"

Then she put her radio away, and pulled off her pants. I looked at her, she was a slim and athletic woman around 30, of European descent and with long black hair bound in a braid down her back. She was pretty, surely being caught by her was not the worst outcome.

She had now removed her panties too, revealing a pussy covered by a thick, black bush. She knelt over my face.

"Make me ready to fuck you," she ordered, and lowered herself over my face.

I began licking her. She had a faint musky smell of sweat and woman, and a salty taste. Her smell grew as my tongue played with her pussy lips, and her clit emerged from its hood. Soon, she was quite wet, and stood up. She squatted over my dick, and impaled herself. She rode me eagerly, and soon I felt her come. That did not slow her down, she continued until I finally came, too, filling her with my seed. Then she got up.

"Your turn, sis!"

Her sister had stripped completely naked. She, too, had dark hair both above and below, the former reaching down to her shoulders. Her tits were quite large, with big dark areolas. Her left hand was massaging her tits, and her right hand her clit, and she did not need the help of my tongue before she was ready for my dick.

As she was riding me, I found myself wishing that my hands were not paralyzed, so I could fondle the tits dancing above my head. She saw where I looked, and took a short break from riding my dick while she lowered first one breast and then another to my mouth. I sucked them both, pleased that the muscles in my head still worked. Then she resumed fucking me, and eventually I came inside her, too.

By then a crowd had formed around us, around ten women watching me being fucked. And some kind of intermediate between a golf cart and a gardener's pickup truck arrived from the mansion, driven by Marianne. She got out, and looked at me as Stacia unmounted.

"Penelope has claimed you for herself and her sister," she said. "That is most irregular, but I am going to allow it since they live together, and since you did not veto being forced to have sex with other women, so Penelope could just let Stacia fuck you anyway. You will still only earn one million, but I'll allow for two pregnancy bonuses if you get them both pregnant."

"OK," I say meekly.

Then four women grabbed me by the arms and legs, and put me on the back of the vehicle, and I was slowly driven back to the mansion with a crowd of women following the cart. I was then put on a stretcher, and carried to a large room where I was placed in a sofa. Penelope and Stacia were now fully dressed again, Penelope grabbed a chair and sat next to me, fondling my private parts with one hand. My dick was still hard, but I could feel the effects of the toxin beginning to subside, and could wiggle my fingers.

"You'll get him as soon as the toxin has worn off, and the doctor has checked him up. It won't be long," Marianne said.

Penelope did not answer, instead she bend over me and began licking the head of my dick. Then she took it into her mouth, and began sucking it, while everybody else watch with interest. My dick got rock hard again, and soon I came in her mouth. She swallowed.

"Can you move your arms now?"

It turned out I could, with great effort. My legs were still completely paralyzed, but ten minutes later I began regaining control of them, too. As soon as I could sit up unaided, a female doctor arrived and checked me up. She fondled my dick more than I would have thought necessary, checked that I could stand and walk, and that my blood pressure was OK. Then she turned to Penelope and Stacia.

"Take these suppositories, but use them with care. They contain priapinol. If you give him one in the ass, it will quickly be absorbed, and he will get an erection within five to ten minutes. It will last for an hour or so. It is extremely important that you do not overdose him, that will cause permanent damage. At most four within any 24 hour period. And you must wait at least three hours since the last one, and at least one hour since the last erection was fully gone, before you give him one more. You have all been vetted before allowed to participate in the hunt, so I trust you will be responsible. But let me still warn you. If you give him more than this, and cause permanent damage, then the D.A. will just LOVE to come down on you with full force of the law. He knows about our little operation, he just can't do anything about it unless we give him an opportunity. And unfortunately, he does not take bribes."

Penelope and Stacia promised to behave, then Marianne asked them if they would need my clothes.

"No, he will not be using them," they answered.

Then I was taken to their car. Penelope drove, I sat in the back with Stacia, who pushed her hand under my ass and squeezed it a bit.

"You might as well get used to it. We will touch you whenever we like, wherever we like."

We drove back towards Boston, and eventually through a clearly affluent suburb. We stopped in front of a large house, with a walled garden. Not quite a mansion, but close. As we entered, I saw expensive art on the walls. Stacia had told me that she was 29 and Penelope was 31, they had inherited a substantial fortune from their late father, who had died in an mountain climbing accident. They were now living comfortably of the interests of the fortune. Very comfortably, I could see as we walked through the house.

"This is my bedroom," Penelope said. "Stacia's is over there, but I guess we will convert it into a guest room. For the next year, we are all three going to be sharing this bed. The bathroom is over there, there is one more upstairs next to the atelier. Downstairs is a kitchen, that is the domain of Maria and Tanya, our maids and chefs. They know about you, and will not be shocked to see you naked, but don't push it, and don't harass them."

I nodded. Then Stacia looked at me mischievously. "I feel like raping him. Let's try out the bench!"

They lead me upstairs to their "atelier". I did not see any artist's remedies, but there was a bit of gym equipment including an elliptic cross-trainer, and a BDSM cross was mounted on the wall. There was also a low padded bench, they told me to lie on it on my back. They quickly fastened my ankles with leather straps, then a belt across my torso just under the arms. Finally, they put cuffs on my wrists, and fixed them to the side of the bench. Then Penelope released my right ankle, and bent my leg forward. She inserted a suppository in my anus, before strapping in my leg again. Then they sat on each side of me, playing with my dick until it got stiff.

Stacia was the first to fuck me, she did not need any foreplay, but impaled her already wet pussy on my now stiff dick. I could not do much as she alternated between rocking back and forth and lifting herself part-way off my dick. The stimulation was strong, and it did not take long before I came inside her. That did not slow her down, she continued for another ten minutes until she came herself. Then she sat there for a few minutes, sweaty and windy. I looked at her body, she was really quite beautiful, with full lips, brown eyes, and short dark hair, almost black, reaching down to her shoulders. Her breasts were large, with big erect nipples. She clearly neither shaved her pussy nor her armpits, which I found strangely sexy.

Eventually she got up, turned around, and sat down on my face. My nose pressed against her anus as her pussy rubbed against my mouth. I opened up, and began licking. A mixture of her pussy juice and my own semen flowed into my mouth, I had no choice but to swallow it. After ten minutes she came once more, and squirted into my mouth and over my face. Then she yielded her place to her sister.

Penelope started in the same way, by riding my dick until we both came. But she did not face-sit me, instead she continued to ride me until she came a second time, and soon after a third time. Then she just sat there. The priapinol did not allow my dick to go flaccid, but it was now quite sore, and I appreciated that she did not move around too much. I found her beautiful, too, and much alike her sister, although her face was a bit narrower and her eyes were deep blue. Her dark hair reached halfway down her back. As her sister, she was clearly athletic, and she did not shave either.

Penelope looked at her sister. "Let's watch the news."

Stacia nodded, grabbed a remote control, and sat down on my chest. A small pillow under my head made my neck bend just enough so my mouth connected with her pussy, and I began licking her. Penelope remained sitting with my dick inside her. For maybe half an hour, maybe an hour they watched the TV. My dick eventually went flaccid inside Penelope, and slid out of her, but they still remained. I could hear them switch channel, now they watched sport. Eventually Stacia looked down at me.

"I need to pee. Open your mouth!"

I obeyed, and she pissed in my mouth. I managed to swallow most of it, but the flow was strong, and some splattered over my face. The taste was bitter, and I felt disgusted. But admittedly it also felt very intimate and sexual.

"I hope you like drinking piss, you are going to do it a lot."

Not long after, Stacia got off my chest. Penelope then squatted over my face, I opened the mouth, and she too pissed. Her taste was sharper and saltier, and to my amazement I could feel blood flowing in my dick again. But not enough to make it really stiff, it had had a hard day.

They released me, and took me to the bathroom where we all showered together. Then they got dressed, and we went downstairs to eat dinner; Maria was serving it. She was a young blonde woman, and seemed completely unperturbed by my nakedness.

After dinner and a bit of wine, we sat chatting for quite a while as if we were just a normal family. Then they took me to the bedroom and undressed. Penelope laid down on her back with her legs spread, Stacia remained standing and watched.

"Can you get it up, or do you need one more pill in your ass?"

To my amazement, my dick was already rising as she said it, and I crawled into bed between her legs. I kissed her pussy, then her navel, and began playing with her nipples with my tongue. Soon I was ready, and entered her wet pussy. I fucked her in the missionary position, looking into her eyes as we both came.

"I just came, but I don't think there was anything left to ejaculate," I said.

She rolled over so I spooned her, and Stacia crawled in behind me. I could feel her breasts against my back. She pulled a blanked over us all, and soon we fell asleep.

Next morning I woke up, still sandwiched between the two women. I laid there feeling the warmth from their naked bodies. We all smelled of sex and of sweat, I kind of enjoyed the musky smell. Soon they woke up, and we went to the bathroom. I pissed in the toilet, but the two girls ordered me to kneel in front of them so they could piss in my mouth. The taste was even stronger than the day before, and I felt slightly sick. We brushed our teeth, and I expected to shower but instead we went back to the bedroom. This time it was Stacia who spread her legs, and after some licking and kissing I fucked her in the missionary position, while her sister watched. This time my dick delivered a proper load. Then Penelope got dressed while Stacia - still naked - prepared breakfast. We ate with Penelope being the only one dressed.

They took me upstairs to the atelier, and asked me to exercise while they watched. After lifting some weights I used the cross-trainer, the ladies found some chairs and sat down to watch. Stacia was still naked, and Penelope fully dressed. When I was done, Stacia took my place and I sat down next to Penelope as we both watched her sister's naked workout.

"Now I need a shower," Stacia said, and led me to the bathroom.

We washed each other, enjoying playing with each others wet bodies. It took quite a while before we dried off and went back to the atelier. Penelope had stripped naked, and was now working out, she was very windy and sweaty.

"I guess you need a shower, too," I said as she finished.

"I do. But I need a fuck more. Come!"

We went to the bedroom, and this time she was on top. Her body was still glistening with sweat, and it dripped from her tits onto my upper body and face. Her smell was now really strong and musky, and she knew it. She teased me by making me lick her armpits. We laid together for an hour or more, before she took me to the bathroom, pissed in my mouth, and shared a shower with me.

At lunch, I was the only one naked. Tanya served the food, she clearly was no more bothered by my nakedness than Maria.

They spent the afternoon reading, playing board games, and watching the news. Occasionally one of them would ask me to lick her pussy, or drink her pee. Then we had dinner, then sex before sleeping naked together for my second night in my new home.

A few days passed like this. Then one morning the doorbell rang. I was told to go to the bedroom and stay there. I could hear voices speaking, and noise as if they were getting some heavy delivery. More noise, now from upstairs. An half an hour passed, stuff was being carried down again, and they left. Penelope let me out.

"Come and see what we just got." She took me upstairs.

Instead of one elliptic cross trainer, there were now two.

"Now we can look at each other's naked bodies as we train. Let's try it out!"

I started on the old trainer while she stripped and got on the new one. Then we began training. I really had an excellent view of her beautiful naked body as she moved, and she clearly enjoyed looking at me. Stacia got a chair and sat down to enjoy the show. It did not take long before sweat was running down our bodies. Penelope's breasts were bouncing in a most enjoyable way. Stacia removed her pants, and began masturbating. 

There was also a new couch, so when we finally stopped we did not have to go downstairs, but could enjoy each others sweaty bodies in a 69 on the couch. Then we went to the bathroom, where Penelope and I stood next to each other while Stacia washed us. She seemed to enjoy washing her sister almost as much as washing me.

That evening the one thing I had been dreading a bit happened. As I undressed Penelope, I noticed a white cotton thread emerging from her pussy. She saw that I noticed it.

"Yes, it is that time of the month. And I expect as much sex as any other week. Now fuck Stacia first, then come back to me and pull it out."

Stacia spread her legs, and I began licking her until I was stiff and she was soaking wet. Then I entered her, and fucked her hard, once more in the missionary position. It has a reputation of being bland or even boring, but I have always found that it feels awesome. And watching the face of your woman as you fuck her until she comes is really something.

Once I had done my best to make Stacia pregnant, I returned to Penelope, and pulled her tampon out. We began making out in the bed.

"You don't get stiff."

"Well, I just came in your sister," I say defensively.

She got out of bed, and returned with a suppository. I bent over, and she pushed it into my ass. Then we made out some more. Soon I had a rock-hard erection. I saw that there were already a few smears of blood on my body as she climbed onto me, and began riding me. I played with her tits. Then first she came, and soon after I did. She sat briefly on me, with my still hard dick inside. Then she looked down at our crotches as she got up.

She stood in the bed, with one leg on each side of me. Her crotch was smeared with blood, and a drop was slowly running down her left leg.

"We need to get cleaned up," she said.

But instead of going to the bathroom, she turned around and went down on me in a 69. She licked my messy dick clean, and I began licking her. There was blood everywhere around the pussy and in the pubic hair, I licked it all until she was clean once more. The taste was metallic and a bit yucky.

Next morning I woke up between the two women. Penelope had bled freely into the sheets, it was all a bit messy, and she wanted sex before going to the bathroom. So we fucked until we both looked like a murder just had happened. Then finally I was allowed to shower. During the day, Penelope wore tampons, but whenever she wanted it changed, I had to do it. And whenever one of the women wanted to piss, I had to drink it. It was beginning to look like it would be a very long year...

Next morning, the bed was even more messy. Stacia's period had started, too, and both women preferred to sleep without tampons. I pitied the two maids who had to change the messy sheets daily, but they did not seem to complain. And I got used to days filled with messy sex, changing their tampons, and drinking piss. Soon the week had passed, and our sex got less bloody. Then they announced they were having a party for some friends.

They were having a small dinner party for five old friends, all female. Maria and Tanya would be doing the cooking, and I would be welcoming the guests and serving the food - naked of course. I was somewhat apprehensive as the doorbell rang, but opened as ordered and tried to smile. It was a pretty ordinary-looking woman around thirty, wearing a blue dress. She pretended being in doubt if she should shake my hand or my dick, but fortunately settled for my hand. I let her into the living room, where Penelope and Stacia were waiting. I had hardly given her a welcome drink (and received a pat on the ass), when the doorbell rang again.

This time it was a tall black woman in a bright red dress, with dark braided hair. There was something familiar about her, I was pretty sure I had seen her in magazines or somewhere. I couldn't place her, but it seemed reasonable that she was a model, she sure had the looks. Then a short somewhat overweight woman with big breasts arrived, finally two more nerdy women arrived together, clearly a couple in their mid twenties.

Once everybody had arrived, Penelope announced that dinner was ready. I went downstairs to the kitchen to fetch the appetizers. Normally, Maria and Tanya were treating me as a completely normal person, pretending that I was not running around naked. But once I entered "their" kitchen, their attitude towards me changed. They commented on the look of my dick, and grabbed my ass as I walked by. I did not protest. Penelope and Stacia had made it perfectly clear that they would treat me nicely as long as I did not enforce any kind of personal or sexual boundaries, and I did not want to jeopardize that. So I allowed the two maids their fun.

Once I was back upstairs, I served the appetizers. The guests were quite uninhibited in their groping, they touched me everywhere and I almost constantly had a hand on my balls or my dick as I served them. Then they moved over to the sofa for coffee.

"Come and lick my pussy," the black model said.

I looked at Penelope, who nodded. So I got down on all four in front of her, and put my face under her dress. I reached up and removed her panties, and then she spread her legs to let me in. Her pussy was smoothly shaved, and already quite wet. I licked til she came, and squeezed my head with her thighs.

"Can't we gang-rape him or something like that?" the short curvy woman asked.

"We most certainly can," Penelope said. "Simon, help me carry the bench down."

Once the bench was down I was asked to bend over while Penelope pushed a priapinol suppository up my ass. Then I was securely fastened to the bench. Soon my dick was hard as a rock, whether I wanted it or not. One by one, the women mounted me. The black lady and the curvy one stripped completely naked before fucking me, the rest just removed panties and pulled up their dresses or removed their trousers. When everybody had had their turn, they just started over. For more than an hour I was constantly having a woman sitting on me, with my dick deep inside her. I was sore when it finally went flaccid.

"Can't we give him one more of these ass-pills?" one of the women asked.

"No," Stacia said. "He is our toy, and we are not going to damage him. You'll have to make do with his tongue from now on."

So they got back on the sofas, in varied states of undress (a few completely naked). And I had to go down on them, one by one, for the next hour or so. Finally, the party ended, the guests went home, and I could go to sleep between Penelope's and Stacia's naked bodies.

Two days later, their mother was coming over for dinner. Once again, I had to open the front door completely naked, and greet a woman I had never met before. She looked up and down my naked body.

"Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all!"

This time I was participating in the dinner just like the three women, except that I was naked. And Alma, their mother, constantly came with teasing comments about my looks and my nakedness.

"You can borrow him, if you want to. Stacia's old room is now a guest room, take him there and fuck him."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Alma said. "I don't think fucking my daughters' boyfriend is a good idea."

"As you wish. But if you change your mind, you are welcome!"

After dinner we moved to the sofas, for coffee with Cognac and Sherry. The three ladies got somewhat tipsy, and at one point Alma looked at me, then at her daughters.

"Is your offer still valid?"

"Sure," they said, and offered her their guest room and my body.

Once we were alone, she asked me to undress her. I slowly removed her clothes, until she stood naked in front of me. She was in her mid fifties, and of course her breasts were sagging somewhat, and her belly was not as smooth as her daughters. But she was still in good shape. I kissed her on the nipples, then just above her pubic hair, before I pressed my face against her bush and began playing with her slit with my tongue. She spread her knees to give me better access, and moaned. Then she led me to the bed, where I played more with her body, licking her tits and her pussy. Eventually she rolled over on her back, and spread her legs. I fucked her thoroughly until we both had come. Then we laid together while catching our breath, before she got up and dressed herself. We returned to her daughters, who grinned as they saw us.

"Not bad at all," Alma said. "Not bad at all!"

Eventually, Alma went home and Penelope and Stacia went to bed with me. My dick was a bit slow to react to their touch, so they gave me one of the suppositories before they both fucked me. My dick remained stiff once they were done, and I had to lie on my back while Penelope fell asleep on top of me, my dick in her pussy.

Some weeks passed, and one day Stacia began to bleed again. We had messy sex all day, and Penelope joined in. Next morning, Penelope had still not begun bleeding, and was now a few days overdue. She took me to the bathroom and ordered me to kneel in the shower cabin. She found a pregnancy test, and took out the strip she was supposed to piss on. I was to hold it with lips, and she stood right in front of me, her pussy in front of my face. I knew what was to come, and moments later a warm jet of piss hit my face and my hair, spattering all over me. I had to sit all wet with her piss for a few minutes, until she could read the test.

"Bingo!" she said with a grin. "Now stand there until the piss has dried on your skin. Then come back to the bedroom.

When I returned to the bedroom ten minutes later, my hair still damp and my skin smelling of piss, I found that Stacia had left but Penelope was waiting naked for me. She rode me hard until I came inside her, then she laid down on my piss-smelling body, and relaxed for a while. Finally, I was sent to take a shower. When I was clean, I was sent upstairs where Stacia was exercising in the gym. We trained together until we were both sweaty and smelly, then went downstairs for sex.

That evening I fell asleep between the two naked sisters, knowing that I had fulfilled half of my task. I still had many months to make Stacia pregnant, too. I felt safe and happy between their warm bodies. They treated me well, as long as I obeyed them whenever they wanted sex.

It was not a bad life. At least not unless they would come up with something really nasty...