Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

Jimmie released his iron grasp on her ass and moved them up to grab her tits, squeezing thern hard as he let go as well. Well sated, she slowed to a small bounce and then finally just a hip grind. She leaned forward on Jimmie's chest and kissed him deeply for several minutes.

It continued for over another hour. She got on her side with her legs intertwined with Terrance fucking her sideways while Conner face fucked her. She did a reverse cowgirl on Conner while she took on the other two with her mouth alternating between them, but never stopping jerking either of them. Jimmie got a turn on top of her with her legs wrapped around him and her head hanging off the edge upside down and Terrance sliding his dick into her mouth.

Conner got a little aggressive at one point and spanked her ass while fucking her. She encouraged him and told him to spank her harder. Needing no further reassurance, he slapped her ass harder leaving a red handprint on her white skin. After several more, she could feel the heat and knew her ass must be a bright pink. She directed him to switch to the other side.

The pain heightened the ramrod fucking and she moaned and threw her head from side to side, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. With her ass well-tuned up, she begged him to rub it and felt the sting spread through her. He started slapping her ass harder and she had to warn him to lighten up or she would quit. Before long all three had spanked her in different positions using what they had learned, and she responded with great enthusiasm.

She made all three of them eat her pussy repeatedly. Sometimes she would sit on someone's face while blowing another. She liked being on her hands and knees and making them bury their face deep between her pussy lips while licking her clit. She got a thrill making them hold their breath for a change.

She really enjoyed Terrance's expression of shock and awe when she pulled off while blowing him and let him cum in a giant pool on his stomach only to have her then lean down and lick up it all up. He had the sweetest tasting jism of the three, but sweet being a relative term. She still didn't love the taste of cum, but she had gotten so used to over the previous weeks that it didn't bother her much anymore. But like the other two boys, Terrance had never

seen a girl do this in real life and it clearly blew him away.

Her favorite position of the night had Conner on his back with his head at the edge of the ottoman. She kneeled over him in reverse with her pussy lowered down so that he could lick her clit with Jimmie standing and straddling Conner's head fucking her from behind while she bent forward jerking Conner with her left hand and blowing Terrance as he kneeled in front of her. Jimmie had to bend his legs and stay in a somewhat squatted position to accomplish it which made him really work for it. And she knew that with Jimmie having the lowest hanging balls, they were probably slapping Conner in the head while Jimmie fucked her. But nobody complained and everyone got pleasured at the same time.

When they finally decided to call it quits, each boy had cum either in her pussy or from a blowjob three times. She had been careful to make sure everyone got pretty equal treatment. Sarah really liked being in control, telling the boys exactly what to do. She treated them so well that none of them even thought about getting out of line.

Her nipples were a little raw and her pussy looked very red and swollen. Her clit felt like a swollen blueberry. All told, she thought she remembered having five orgasms, but she might have miscounted. She thanked all the boys for being well behaved and even suggested that they might try it again in the future if they all kept their mouths shut. She warned that if she ever heard about it at school, she would be forced to release the photo and they would definitely never get together again. They promised, kissed her, and left very happy. She watched through the widow as they walked back to Conner's car seeing high fives and lots of happy faces.

She went back into the kitchen and grabbed two more beers and headed up to see Mr. Michaels and get his opinion of the evening. He sat on the bed waiting for her. He had already gotten naked, and his computer sat off to the side. She knew he had watched every moment of the action and assumed he had recorded the whole sorted soiree.

She took a sip of her beer and stood back on one foot with her arms crossed with the beer still in one hand and said, "What did you think, sir? Did I do okay? Did that look like a sexy gang bang?" She tried to be contrite but had trouble keeping all of the sassiness out of her voice. She expected him to gush with compliments.

He looked at her for a second and then said sternly to her sudden dismay, "Get over here." He always had a way of shocking her. She went on guard immediately and she felt the floor drop out of her stomach. Was he mad? Did she do something wrong? As he moved over the edge of the bed with his feet hanging off, she stood right in front of him with her head down and her hands behind her back. She became immediately submissive again. Any bravado she had walking into the room after fucking three guys for the last two hours and bossing them around disappeared. She couldn't even breath for fear of finding out how she had disappointed him again.

He sat there staring at her for a long minute. If she could have shrunk into the floor she would have. All she had wanted to do was please him and she feared him scolding her again. "Why couldn't she get it the fuck right? What was wrong with her? Maybe she was just a dumb dumb slut!" she chided herself.

The waiting became interminable. When he finally reached out and pulled her too him and tilted her head up to kiss her deeply, ten pounds of rock lifted from her chest, and she felt like she could breathe. Not wanting to jump the gun, she returned the kiss but stood rock still. He could still throw her down and start spanking her. Or pinch her nipples with more clamps. Anything seemed possible. He held her closer still and his hands started roaming her body. The rest of the weight lifted, and she relaxed. He wasn't angry. He was just Mr. Michaels. A complete chameleon.

He finally broke the kiss and looked at her and asked, "You liked bossing those boys around, didn't you?" It sounded like an accusation. He had conditioned her not to lie. To lle meant punishment. He didn't tolerate any lying or half-truths.

"Yes. Is that okay?" "Sir." She had almost forgotten to address him properly.

"And you had quite a number of orgasms, didn't you?" Again, another accusation.

But he had given her permission, she thought guardedly. The protest caught in her throat, and she resolved to only answer. "Yes sir. She felt as timid as a five year old at that point.

"How many?" he demanded, a little more sternly.

Should she have answered with how many instead of just acknowledging? Her mind screwed up in knots again. "Five, I think sir. I kind of lost count, I guess. Was that wrong, sir?" she forwarded tentatively.

He took her head in his hands and broke into a big smile.