“Do you see it you slut?” I nodded and knew I could stop this at any time. He was a Black Swan, one of the men from the Society I had joined. In t...e back of my mind I knew that I could say the word, that one terrible word, and this would stop. Within the society, they gave me that secret word that would make any sexual encounter with another Swan stop instantly. But I didn’t want it to stop, but I also didn’t want to fully consent. I wanted to be forced into pleasure. The man, who felt very. Her arms were stretched up above her head as she lay there, the buttons on her shirt barely covering each of her nipples, leaving her naked in a line from her mouth to her pussy to her ankles. This realization sent a thrill down her spine, through her legs, and left her pussy tingling at its helpless vulnerability. Then she felt it: the head of her husband's penis on the lips of her vagina. "Your head is so big!" she started to say, but never finished; he thrust his cock so deep into her that. It was 1985 and the four of us were 16 years old. We were thin, moderately good looking, had parents with investment portfolios, and knew that we held the world by the tail. We were typical teenage idiots.Kevin met Marissa at a youth party just after the new year holiday. Most of the kids from the various schools went to those events. The party was supposed to be a way for the kids from different schools to make new friends but that never really happened. The private school kids hung out with. . and one morning :“Merry Christmas aunty.. how are you? ” what I heard from the ground floor! Is it Piu? But how is it possible? I rushed through the stairs and saw her. Yes, and this time too I could not believe my eyes. I was unable to speak any, rather hided myself from their stares. I saw Piu had done a hair-cut like a boy and looked just beautiful.“It is a great surprise to have you now. Atleast I now have someone to speak and laugh!”“Thank you aunty. It’s a pleasure from my side.