threesome

The good thing about having a good looking set of girlfriends is that you have to do less than half of the work to get picked up. Generally, several men will come over and try to work their charm on said girlfriend, and within the first minute she will pick one and go with it. That leaves all of the rest for the average scavengers like myself. Don’t feel sorry for those of us who are less awe-inspiring in looks. We know what we are. We know that when we DO get the one of the hottest men in the room, we need to be proud of ourselves and allow the subtle cloud of ego to surround us until morning when we realize he must have been drunk.



However, since the hottest man in the room usually goes to my friends, we have to settle for the next best thing. That is how I met Scott. And Scotty.



I was at a bar called 555 years ago, when 555 was the cool place to be. The men had flocked around my friend Greta and were fanning their peacock feathers as far as possible, and she was enjoying the attention (ignoring me) and making her choice. I kind of sat back in my chair and sipped my Cosmopolitan, watching her do her thing with complete admiration. Someday, I wanted to be like Greta.



Suddenly, someone grabs the back of my hair and bites my neck with a gentle nibble. “What the….?” I quickly turned around to see who it was. He was tall and skinny with dark hair and dimples so adorable I instantly wanted to put my tongue in them. He said “Those guys have it wrong. They should be working on you.”



He had me at hello.



He continued to flatter me, telling me he could tell I was smart and he appreciated that I wasn’t throwing myself at all of the guys… and that the only reason all of those men were paying attention to my friend was because of her boobs. Everyone knows that was true, but I still tried to defend her. “She’s super nice too!” I told him.



His name was Scotty and he was just moving here from California. He was meeting his friend at 555 sometime that night, and would I like to have a drink with him while he waited? Hell yes I did. Greta didn’t even notice I was landing a hotty of my own, and I was glad – because had she noticed, I’m sure she would have turned her charm on him and I’d be back to my Cosmopolitan once again.. It was the way of the world.



At some point Greta stumbled over and introduced herself, but Scotty was short with her and made it clear that he was into me. I ate it up because that NEVER happened. He said his friend Scott would be there soon. I don’t think she was willing to wait to see if he would top her current piece of eye-candy, because she threw a $20 on the bar for the bartender, blew him a kiss, grabbed the arm of the winning peacock that night, and they were out the door.



Scotty and I hit it off, and when his friend Scott arrived, I was totally comfortable with them both, and we were having a good time. It was getting late though, and they talked me into going to another bar for last call.



Last call came and went, and they knew the owner so we had another. But it was time to end the night, and none of us were ready for the party to end. It was just getting started. Scott invited me to his place for some late-night hot-tubbing. This was getting better with each minute, and without many responsibilities at that time, I had no problem with the idea of spending naked time in a hot tub with two near-strangers.



Scott’s house was gorgeous – though quite a few miles away from downtown Lansing. His hot tub was on the back deck and I shyly hid behind a towel before slipping into the suds. Both of them were naked but I pretended I didn’t notice. We smoked a joint in the hot tub and chatted and looked at the stars and flirted. Scotty made his move and kissed me, while Scott watched.



Finally, we went downstairs to a media room and had some drinks while listening to reggae. It was very fitting, I thought and giggled, since I don’t smoke very often. Scotty was all over me, and Scott was doing what I usually do when I’m the third wheel. He was working hard at not being insignificant, the poor little whippersnapper. Eventually, however, it was obvious that Scotty and I wanted to be alone, so Scott slipped out of the room.



Scotty was the perfect combination of rough and tough and his penis was just a little too large for my body. Which meant it was perfect. We screwed around for at least an hour before I realized that Scott had somehow sneaked back downstairs, and was sitting on the corner of the sectional sofa watching all of the action. When I saw him, I feigned a shocked surprised look, but continued to ride Scotty, all the while staring Scott in the eye.



“Fuck this” Scott said, and ran up the stairs. Scotty just shrugged and kept going at it. He really was amazing in bed. Then Scott come back downstairs, and his pants were off and his penis was in one hand, a bottle of vegetable oil in the other.



Yep, you know where this is going.



I had never had anal sex before, much less two men at once! But he didn’t really ask and didn’t really give me the opportunity to protest, because as I was riding Scotty, Scott sort of slipped his cock right into my ass, as if I were a porn star and do it all the time. I was appalled, and struggled a little to get away, but he held my head back by my hair and continued to pump his fat cock into my ass. Scotty was staring right into my eyes, holding my gaze, willing me to trust them, and eventually I stopped struggling. The thought about how slutty I was behaving turned me on even more. Scotty grabbed my chin and pulled my mouth down to his and he asked me if I wanted them to stop. I couldn’t believe it, but my answer was “NO, absolutely not!”- and I knew it was the right answer when he bit my lip and called me good girl.



A few more minutes, and both cocks were in my face and I had the challenge before me of making them both cum. I worked very hard on this, and eventually was rewarded with two streams of hot white cum dripping down my chin and onto my tits. The three of us fell into a heap on the floor and I erupted into a fit of giggles, which I only do when the sex was really really good.



I slept the rest of the night with Scotty in his bed, and he fucked me over and over again. Most of the time, a one-night stand, especially one that has such interesting content, ends quickly with an embarrassed last glance and a walk-of-shame. This one didn’t end for three months.



That’s right. I had two boyfriends, and I fucked them both often for three months until Scotty moved back to California. Literally – movies, dinner, drinks and sex with both of them for three months straight. Sometimes it would be all at once, but usually, I’d fuck one of them, and then I’d sneak into the other’s bedroom and take care of him, too. It was one of the best relationships of my life. And also one I KNOW my friends would not understand, so I didn’t tell anyone. It was my own dirty little secret. Until now. Now you know, too.

The cold steel gave her goose bumps as she sat in her cage, naked and shivering. Normally, she lived in style with her handler and the rest of the girls on her handler’s deep space cruiser, but every time he sent one of his girls in to see a client he insisted they be caged. He said it was “humbling,” that clients didn’t want to see their escorts arrive in more style than the clients themselves could provide. She usually didn’t mind, but she had never been kept waiting this long and the cage was freezing! Plus, she hated to have her wrists shackled and chained every time she was bought for a night. Her handler said it turned clients on and gave them a sense of power, but she found it degrading. She reached out her hands, groping for the bars in the dark and shivering. Her cage had been covered as soon as they reached the palace and she had been left in the blackness ever since, only aware of sounds and movement. They had moved her frequently the first hour or so, but for the last few hours she hadn’t heard a soul and hadn’t been moved an inch. Every time she shivered, her pussy contracted and made her aware of the Tightener.



It was a new piece of technology that was inserted in the vagina as far back as it would go and it released a chemical that continually contracted the vaginal muscles. Her handler insisted she wear it from now on, that way her pussy would always be tight and he could charge more for her. The Tightener wasn’t painful, but she wasn’t used to it yet. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be so tight that it might be painful getting used to a client. Not that it mattered what she wanted. This gig better be worth it, she thought to herself, tired of waiting and ready to head back to the cruiser already so she could tell the other girls about the mysterious new client and sink into a hot bath.



Her name was Celestria, translated to Evening Moon in English. Her given name had been forgotten long ago, and the other girls just called her Moon. Her handler called her Tits or Melons. She had never learned his name, for all the girls he managed were told to call him Master at all times. In reality, he was just a lower-level employee for the Bombshell Comets Escort Service, Inc., a company run by a billionaire that the girls would never meet in person. Master was assigned a ship, ten girls, and a salary to troll this region of the galaxy soliciting business. He had friends in high places and low places throughout the region, and his girls were kept very busy turning tricks for everyone from drug-dealing insectoids to Paladian royalty. She hadn’t been to her birth planet in twelve years, and hadn’t seen Earth in two. Not that she cared. Neither of those planets had been any more of a home than the one she was on now.



She had been born on the small planet Mystalica, the daughter of a low-class barmaid and a no-class drifter. She was given up to government care immediately, and only survived in her nation’s foster system until she was six, at which point she stowed away on a huge merchant carrier bound for Earth. Earth was an intergalactic superpower with two hundred times the population of her tiny planet, and it was the trading center of the Larger Galactic Planetary Nation. The American Interstellar Union had controlled the planet for millennia, and stories of the success and happiness to be found under Earth’s banner abounded among the downtrodden of Mystalica. She was sure Earth would become the home she never had, the home of her dreams.



That, of course, was not the case. Not even close to the case, actually. The ship docked in New Berlin, the European financial hub of 90 million people. Once there, she was just another urchin in the crowd: begging for scraps, bouncing from charity to charity, and living on the street. She made few friends and barely survived, owing most of her progress to an elderly priest that always fed her when she was at her lowest lows. He first found her almost starved to death in a filthy dumpster, scrambling to catch roaches for protein. That priest brought her to the church, saved her life, taught her English, and educated her—teaching her how to live and survive on Earth. He never knew where she came from and never asked, choosing to focus on her present and future rather than her past. He was the only parental guide she ever had.



For some reason, she was always thankful the people of Mystalica so resembled humans from Earth. No one stared at her or even noticed her in a crowd, and the more patriotic humans were better inclined to give charity to other humans than aliens. In fact, she didn’t see much of a difference between the two peoples at all until she hit puberty. Her breasts filled out, her hips flared, her legs grew longer, and her body quickly readied itself for reproduction. Mystalican women mature quickly, and are considered full adults at age fifteen. Thus, by the time Moon was nearing twelve years old, she was developing in ways that most Earth girls her age wouldn’t see for another year or more. That’s when things started to fall from bad to worse.



A year later, when she was somewhere around thirteen, the old priest died. Thanks to his teachings she had made a place for herself among New Amsterdam’s homeless, and she felt that she owed him much more than her life. His was the only funeral she had ever been to, and she had bawled. All the guests stared at her to no end, such a spectacle did she make. She wailed and cried until her voice gave out and her eyes dried up, sitting there in her old salvaged clothes and knotted hair. She stuck out like a sore thumb among the aging, respectable crowd of mourners, but she didn’t care. Even if she had, she still couldn’t have stopped crying. No matter what, the man in the back would have noticed her.



He was a truly lecherous character, one of the old priest’s failed attempts at philanthropy. Like Moon, the priest had taught him and fathered him, but once he became of age, the priest could do no more for him. He was quickly arrested for drug trafficking and soliciting prostitutes, as well as pimping, and spent most of his young adulthood in prison with criminals from countless different nations and planets. Once there, his condition deteriorated. Earth’s prisons had stopped being humane with the first influx of alien prisoners, and one had to do all he could just to survive. He had done unspeakable things to creatures that would give most thirteen year old girls nightmares for weeks. He only attended the old man’s funeral out of some lingering sense of respect for the only person that ever cared for him. Had Moon not caught his eye, he would have ducked in and out in a few minutes and been back on the street, drugs in hand, off to his next crime. One look at her, however, and his drugs were forgotten.



Within minutes he had decided she was indeed Mystalican. To the untrained eye, she would’ve looked like any other homeless waif, but he knew the signs. Before he went to prison the second time for human trafficking he had spent time with a wealthy handler dealing solely in Mystalican women. Once in prison, he learned even more about them. Scant few men knew the actual name of the planet from which these girls were gathered, so small is the population of Mystalica, but almost all men who had ever been close to a red-light business knew of the girls themselves. To the public, they were known only as Angels, for reasons evident to the man as he looked at Moon where she weeped in her pew.



Even at thirteen he could tell she was no Earth female. For starters, her skin was perfect. She had been crying for hours and her face was neither red nor puffy. She didn’t have a blemish to be seen, and though it was winter he could see she was tanned from all the way across the church. The other signs were there as well: her figure was already curving; her legs were long and lithe, even tucked underneath the bench like they were; her hair, though tangled, held a gloss no homeless girl ever attained; and her breasts were that of a fully developed woman, not those of a snot-nosed little girl. He couldn’t be sure, given her hand-me-down sweater, but he guessed them to be at least a high C-cup already. The processors at the trafficking office would make sure his assumptions were correct, but he knew they were. Smiling, he slithered out of the church and waited outside. He waited for hours as the guests left, and was sure she was the very last living soul to leave the church when she finally crossed the threshold. Despite the wait, he had a warm smile as he slinked up to her and put his arm around her shoulder. Grinning the whole time, he explained how the late priest was one of his best friends and he could tell she was a friend too and would she like to sit in the warmth of his car and talk about the old guy? She couldn’t say no.



She grimaced as she sat in her cage, remembering him. An hour after she climbed into his vehicle he was parked outside the warehouse that served as the local processing center for every being unlucky enough to be captured and spirited away for profit. A leering doctor with groping hands and dirty nails drugged her, then untied her and undressed her. He was a pervert but no pedophile, and merely affirmed the church stalker’s claim that she was indeed an Angel.



Strangely, for all the signs, there’s only one sure fire way to positively I.D. a Mystalican woman, aside from DNA testing. It is an extra reproductive hole, situated right above the vagina, taking the place of the clitoris at the apex of the labia. Though it is larger than the clitoris, the pussy lips still join above it. Thus, Mystalican women have slightly longer vaginas with larger labias, encompassing two holes instead of one. In immature Mystalican girls, it is impenetrable, but as they age it loosens and becomes functional. The tunnel angles slightly downward and ends in a thick bundle of nerves just before it intersects the vaginal pathway.



A long penis inserted in the vagina can press upward on the bundle of nerves in the smaller hole, but the best stimulation comes from penetrating the actual hole and bumping that bundle directly. It is a hole functioning solely for the pleasure of lovemaking. Its walls secrete a concentrated lubricant that warms the male organ, and no matter how many times the hole is penetrated, it never loosens thanks to the extra thick muscles surrounding it, ensuring that the penetrator always feels it at its tightest. Countless sex toys have emulated it, but none even come close to the real thing. In Mystalican it is called the “maxiavula”, in English the “superior vaginal orifice”, and in the vernacular it is known only as the “honey hole.” The presence of the maxiavula is one hundred percent conclusive proof that a girl is a genuine Angel. That is what the stalker knew the doctor would find, and indeed the doctor did. Two days later Moon was sold to the Bombshell Comets buying agent for a huge profit. She was drugged into such a stupor she never even knew she had left Earth. By the time she woke up on the Bombshell Comet recruit ship she was light-years away and officially the property of the Bombshell Comets Escort Service, Inc. They were glad to pay for her: Angels are extremely rare to find, rarer to get in the escort business, and rarer still to arrive as virgins.



She spent her fourteenth and fifteenth birthdays developing on her assigned Master’s ship. He had the largest region to cover in the whole reach of the BCE Agency, so his superiors knew she would get the most use and the most publicity working there. Those first two years she was a cabin assistant to the other girls, waiting on them hand and foot while they taught her the art of forced escortship. Moon was surprised to find that the girls lived in lavish excess. For being technically property, they were treated like queens when they weren’t working. They were the best of the best at the BCES, and they knew it. By the time Moon turned sixteen, she had accepted her position and was eager for some of the fortune they enjoyed. At sixteen, she got so horny in her cabin that she masturbated herself to her first orgasm. This was no surprise. Any time the escorts did not have clients they were expected to pleasure themselves often. Several of them would gather in the common areas of the ship and mutually masturbate, and those that didn’t went to their rooms and used the variety of dildos and simulators available to them. Of course, Moon being an Angel, her orgasm was much stronger than any the other girls would ever have. As a result of that mind-blowing experience, she became willing and ready that night. The next day, she began taking clients from whatever planet was rich enough to pay for her. There was no looking back.



She was lucky that the person to take her virginity was the ruler of a province on a distant planet, one populated by a dwarfish humanoid race. His status meant he was clean and his stature meant that his penis was small by human standards, so he didn’t hurt her or stretch her terribly. Seldom would being clean and having a regular cock occur in the same client: Many of her Master’s best customers made their money from illegal activity or stole it, and they were rarely concerned with hygiene. There were also thousands of species in the galactic region with genitals that would make most, if not all, human men look shriveled. Since that first one, she had fucked many of them and had few regrets. That was the great thing about being an Angel, she discovered. She truly loved sex and the male reproductive organ, whether it was a bud, penis, tentacle, probe, or any other number of members.



Therefore, when this client called, Master knew she was the perfect choice. After hearing that Moon was an Angel, the client readily agreed and forwarded his deposit for her services on the spot. Moon had no choice in the matter. The client himself was new to the Bombshell Comets service, and Moon did not have even a basic knowledge of his species. The more she talked about him with the other girls, all older and more experienced than she, the more mysterious he seemed. She was only eighteen and had a long career ahead of her, so she relied upon the testimony of her fellow escorts, but they fell short in this instance. Only the oldest, an alien woman named Chalise, knew anything about the species in general. The two women bathed together and talked about it, the elder eager to fuel the imagination of her younger peer.



Though Chalise was only thirty-five or so by Earth years, she had peddled her wares far longer and more distant than Moon had. She washed her three heavy breasts, smiling and telling all she knew as Moon cleaned her back. All Moon could say for sure beforehand was that the client was a lord for the nearest planet, the leader of a private and reclusive species. No Earth ships had even been allowed on the planet before, and very few of the native species emigrated, so not much was known about them. Chalise abounded in rumor, however, and had heard every theory possible surrounding this planet.



She said the name of the species in their own tongue wasn’t known, but they were commonly known as Dragons, though she didn’t know why. Some said they were green, others that they were red, so no one knew for sure, but everyone agreed that it was a bald species. They were a proud people, and their men tended to be strong and tall. Chalise hesitated here, before continuing. Though the information so far had been brief, even more so was the intelligence regarding their reproduction. All the tips she had garnered from other escorts across the universe boiled down to one brief sentence: They are not small in that area, and be prepared for multiple penetrations and one hell of an orgasm. That was it for info on the new client.



A few days later, as Moon shivered in her cage awaiting his arrival, she knew no more than she had before in that bathtub. She was deep in the inner rooms of a foreign palace, inhabited by a species no one knew about, ready to fornicate in who knows what way, and more than a little scared. She gently reached down and ran a finger between the lips of her twat, smooth and closed around her holes. She whimpered as the digit passed over her vagina and pressed against the rim of her honey hole. At any other time, she would have immediately began to become aroused, thanks partially to her Mystalican libido and partially to the libido pill all the girls were made to take daily. On this day, even that failed to warm her, however, and she went back to clutching the bars, unable to masturbate in her anticipation.



When the cloth was finally removed from her cage, she stared around her in wonder, squinting against the sudden light. Once her eyes adjusted, she could see she was in a luxurious room, high ceilinged with stone floors and intricately carved columns along the walls. A heavily-clothed servant stood beside her cage; cover in hand, ready to open the door when necessary. She couldn’t see anything through the clothing wrapped around him except for a pair of bright yellow eyes, glaring out from light green skin. So, they’re green after all! She thought, smiling grimly. Rich tapestries hung from the ceiling, woven with words she couldn’t read. There were cushions around the room as well, but the only thing in the middle of the room, the only piece of real furniture, was a strange sort of bed. It was almost waist high, with slender legs, and it wasn’t overly large. Moon would have decided it was a table if it were not thickly padded on top. Her intuition told her she might be spending some time on that bed, and she appraised it carefully, finally finding it satisfactory. On the other end of the large room, opposite from her cage, was a curtained door, the only other entrance to the room aside from the one she had been placed in front of. The curtains were thick and heavy, and she had just started to look at them closely when they rustled. Moon’s breath caught in her throat and she stared intently, nervous and excited as her client finally walked into the room.



Her mouth fell slack and her eyes pored over him as he strode toward her across the cavernous hall. He was surprisingly humanoid, but obviously not a human. His arms, legs, and musculature were identical. He had the same number of limbs, the same number of facial features, and his head was in the right spot. There the similarities ended. His skin, as she expected, was a light green in color, and covered in small scales from his neck to his ankles. He was tall and lean, showing some impressive muscle tone, and his torso was long and sported an extra pair of abs, which flexed nicely as he walked. His hands, feet, and face were also long, ending in slender digits and a pointed chin. Moon couldn’t see a strand of hair on his body, she supposed because of the scales. In sharp contrast to the servant at her side, the client was scantily clad, to say the least, but whether that was his normal attire or just due to her purpose she didn’t know. All he wore was a loose loincloth that wrapped around his hips and hung between his legs. She studied that loincloth closely as he walked, but it revealed no extra bulge or movement. She was glad he had the muscular appearance of a healthy human male, but she still had no clue how he had sex! By the time he stopped in front of her she had finished her examination and found herself to be actually physically attracted to him! She smiled up at him happily as he glared at her with those yellow eyes.



With a wave of his slender hand the servant opened Moon’s cage and quickly exited the room without a sound, leaving the naked Angel with her buyer. As she stood, relieved to be out of that god-awful hunk of metal, she stretched and smiled, trying to work circulation back into her legs. His eyes now roamed her body, taking in her shimmering black hair and silver eyes, her slender neck leading down to a massive pair of DD size tits. Even he, on this closed planet, had heard tales of the Mystalican breasts, and he smiled slightly as he observed them for the first time. Dark pink nipples jutted out proudly from the mountains of flesh, little nubs of pleasure that emerged from large, equally dark areolas. They were surprisingly perky for such large tits, and they bobbed and swayed continuously as she moved and breathed. Goose bumps rose on her skin again as she felt his eyes drive into her and inspect her like a piece of property.

Her pubic mound was as naturally smooth as the rest of her body, a soft little triangle ending in her closed lips. He was eager to see her ass as well, and the hole it provided for his pleasure. The Dragon women could take anal, but due to the scales their men could not, for fear of grating their dicks like cheese. Before he was finished, he would take every hole she could offer.



His thin lips, darker green than the rest of him (as were his palms and the soles of his feet) broke into a white smile, showing short, blunt teeth except for his canines, which were long and fanged. It fit his general appearance, and since he had found her very suitable, she wasn’t scared. She smiled back and batted her eyelashes. He then reached out and took her hand, leading her toward the bed. She followed him confidently with long strides, glad to stretch her legs. Once at the bed, he jerked her toward him, pulling their bodies together while grabbing her temple with his other hand. Her huge melons pressed against his chest, which was hard but surprisingly smooth and warm. His fingers tightened around her skull, and for the first time she was afraid. Forcefully, he brought her shining eyes up to his intent gaze, and established the link.



It was a form of telepathy often used by the Dragons when a language barrier existed. It allowed them to communicate basic information and needs without talking, while at the same time gaining a primal sense of what the recipient of the link was feeling. In her, he sensed energy just below the surface: excitement, arousal, and imminent pleasure. Somehow he knew it was a Mystalican constant and would never change, no matter how well he pleasured her. What it meant, of course, was that he could have a blast trying, and he would do so.



He had let go of her and backed away slightly, still letting her nipples brush against the warm scales of his chest. When he communicated his own information, she didn’t hear a voice, though he could choose to talk directly into her mind if he wished, at which point she would have heard one. Instead, it was like she just knew what he was telling her. One second she was clueless, and the next she knew. It floored her, but excited her as well. If he could penetrate her mind, her aching pussy would be no problem. She beamed at him and nodded that she could understand. He had given her his name: Ferros.



He smiled as well, and now he did turn, pulling her behind him to the bed. Upon reaching it, they stood at its side, and he pressed hard on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. Her face was a few short inches away from his loincloth. Her honey hole began to tingle with excitement, dampening slightly, always Moon’s first symptom of arousal. Slowly, smiling broadly, she reached forward to remove the only obstruction between her and her pleasure.



As she drew his loincloth down his legs and threw them behind her, the first thing she noticed was an absence of scales. After his palms and the soles of his feet, the only other place Ferros lacked scales was a wrinkled pouch between his legs. It was as bright green as the rest of him, but had the texture of a raisin. To Moon, it looked like a scrotum minus the balls, and for a split second she thought he might be castrated! She looked up at him in alarm, hoping for an explanation. Immediately, though, she calmed down, sensing from their telepathic link that it was a normal part of his functioning genitalia. Her worry faded and was replaced by an immense curiosity. She couldn’t wait to see his orgasm!



Even odder than his bald pouch, however, was his lack of any visible cock! Once again, she started to worry, but almost instantly noticed the two horizontal slits in his scales, about an inch above his sac, one opening above the other. Sensing their purpose, she knew now what she needed to do, though whether or not it was woman’s intuition or a product of their link she didn’t know. Tentatively, she leaned forward, extending her tongue toward his scrotum while at the same time laying her palms flat over both slits, still shackled together. Moon had a longer tongue than any human woman, and she used it well, curling it around his pouch and lapping at the soft folds on its surface. Her hands—smooth and firm—pressed on his slits, and she slid her palms up and down from the top of his sac to the top of his pubis, rubbing vertically against the openings. After only a few minutes, as her hands warmed from the friction of their rubbing and his pouch grew moist from her licking, he began to react.



The slits, as she had divined almost immediately, were twin sheaths. By rubbing the outside of his loins, she was grinding her palms up and down the shafts of the limp phalluses they hid. A low growl escaped his throat and he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in, feeling her hot breath on his pouch. She felt a definite swelling under her palms as his cocks began to grow, and laughed aloud, joyful that she had chosen the right actions. She could feel his cocks through their scaly sheaths as they grew from flaccid to hard, much like she could have felt a boner through a pair of pants, pressing the fabric down around it. She pushed her nose into the wrinkles of his sac, running her tongue from the bottom of it all the way back to his anus. Her forehead pressed against the backs of her hands, adding even more pressure to his groin. He bared his teeth again, staring down at the top of her head, grimacing in pleasure. Every time the tip of her tongue flicked against his asshole he tightened his grip on the back of her head, driving her face into his soft sac. Finally, she felt upward movement under her hands through the smooth flesh of his groin as his cocks began to slide up and out of their sheaths, coming to erection.



She pulled back from his scrotum, missing the salty taste of his smooth skin, but watching his arousal with delight. She pressed harder with her hands at the top of his pouch, helping to push his members up and out into the open, where they bobbed and pulsed, curving slightly to the ceiling. They were identical in every way: 7″ long and a very normal width (much to Moon’s relief), dark green like his lips, soft and smooth and covered with a slick secretion. Rather than a ridged head, the cockheads of his dicks attached smoothly to his shafts, like the knobs on the tops of bedposts. His heads were also pointed at the tip, and the whole effect was that of a lopsided teardrop shape attached to a stiff green stalk. His cock holes were situated on the undersides of the heads where they curved upwards, facing Moon, about halfway between the tip and the connection of the head to the shaft, small slits in his taut organs. The phalluses were odd but not ugly in the least, and his green veins looked almost black as they wound around his shaft under the skin. She couldn’t wait to feel the pointed heads of his cocks in her every hole.



Once he was fully erect, he pulled her head back toward him, urging her to taste the fluid on his cocks. She started with the liquid on the upper dick. It was warm, as she thought it would be, but to her surprise, it produced a warming sensation as well! She was reminded of her own maxiavulan secretions, and couldn’t wait to find out how it felt when the two warming agents combined! It tasted salty and smelled of musk, but it was extremely slick and soon coated her lips and moistened her chin as it mixed with her saliva. Her lips and tongue tingled and felt hot as she went down on him, and the deeper she pulled his cock into her mouth the warmer her throat felt as well. After her initial experience yielded no displeasure, she eagerly grabbed his lower cock with both hands and began to stroke it as she inhaled the upper as far as she could go. He growled again, low, almost a purr, loving the feel of her tongue on his sensitive skin. The pointed tips of his members were packed with nerve endings, and every time she brushed the lower one with her fingers or bumped the upper one with the back of her throat his breath escaped in a hiss and he pulled her back and forth ever faster.



Her hands became coated in his penile juices as ten minutes turned to twenty, so she started to use one on his pouch, knowing that the warming would penetrate his smooth sac. She was right, and he loved it. His yells and snarls echoed in the massive hall, reverberating off the high ceiling far above the lustful humanoids. His scrotum tingled wonderfully and shone in the light with its coating of his fluid. Strands of it and her spit dripped from her chin onto her heaving breasts. She managed to keep control, though his hips thrust toward her wildly, and sucked and licked all the right parts at all the right moments. The area where his cockheads attached to their shafts was also extra sensitive, and she seized that opportunity early on. She gripped that band around his cock tightly between her lips and formed rings around the other one with her fingers. His eyes clenched shut and his jaw set, never having experienced both that sensation and the massaging of his tips as well. He didn’t sweat, for no Dragon did so, but she was surprised to notice that his scales became warmer to the touch. Every time she ran her hands up past his mound and over his flexing abs she found them to be hot.



It was only as she eventually began to use the flat of her tongue and her fingertips to rub over his piss-holes and his cock tips that she realized she was in trouble. With an animalistic cry he grasped her head with full force and drove his upper cock into her mouth, while pounding his lower one between her palms. She gulped on the narrowing head of his cock, tasting nothing but his salty musk and smelling his hot mound. Her chin smacked wetly into his wrinkled pouch, which somehow seemed bigger than before. His skin also appeared to be slowly lightening, changing from a light green to a pale yellow everywhere his muscles contracted. Electricity shot up his spine from his cocks as he probed her throat with his tips and stretched her lips with his shafts. Her mouth was veritably hot from the heat of his slick juices and the heat of his cock, and her palms were sweating, adding more ease to his thrust against her fingers.



Her outer labia had swelled and parted, giving way to her inner labia as it became engorged and poked out from her pussy. As it parted the outer lips, her honey hole also became visible; the tight sheath at her sexual apex that made the Angels famous. Moon was proud of her inner lips, though some men found them unsightly. She loved it when they were caressed and nibbled on, especially when a client pulled on them with his mouth. They framed her vaginal opening perfectly, somehow managing to be symmetrical on both sides. Moon loved her cunt. As she gagged and gasped against Ferros’ upper cock her womanhood began to grow damp and she yearned to caress it. She loved being used much more than playing a dominant role, and though her breath grew short she was loath to force the Dragon’s invading rods away from her hot tongue. Her maxiavula began to tingle harder, making her quiver. It was warming and flexing in preparation for the spears of his cocks.



After a few short minutes, as his dicks grew to their lightest green and long after his abs, pecs, and ass had lightened into yellow, he finally pulled away from her face, relaxing the muscles in his legs and letting his cocks fall away from her mouth and hands. They bobbed and pulsed hot in the cool air, more aroused than ever after such an intense blow job. His pouch had swollen indeed! It was hardly wrinkled at all, and about the size of a large tangerine, the same shade of yellow as his cocks. They both panted, and she looked up into his eyes, smiling weakly. Spit and cock juice dribbled down her chin and chest. Her nipples had been warmed from it long earlier and had hardened in pleasure. He thought they looked as delicious as she looked beautiful. Her raven hair was wonderfully askew in all the right places, and she was just beginning to sheen with sweat. He also noticed the change at her loins, and his breath quickened even more as he caught sight of her partnered holes. He looked down at his yellow skin, his bulging sac, and his concrete cocks, bobbing slightly but hard as tempered steel. Smiling at his own virility and the pleasures in store for both of them, he pulled her to her feet. Her massive tits swayed as she stood, and she smiled wide, as breathless as he was, swallowing the last of his hot juices and ready for more.



He swiveled her sideways, placing her ass against the bed, and then stood in front of her, grabbing her hips and lifting her up onto it. It was firm, but comfortable, and she quickly situated herself, leaning back on her elbows. She assumed he would bend down between her spread legs, eager to taste her sex after she had so deftly sampled his, but he surprised her again. With ease he strolled around to the side of the bed and clambered up, cocks catching and springing free from the edge of the cushion as he swung his leg over. Smiling gently, he bent his head to her left breast, tongue parting his lips. She gasped when she saw it, just moments before he licked her tender nipple. It was forked! The very tip of his tongue split in two, with each part moving independently. Using these, he first tasted her womanly flesh, caressing her breast lightly before licking hard on the nipple. He loved the taste of it, for to any creature but a Mystalican male the female’s nipples taste sweet, though the cause for the phenomenon is not known.



Each tip of the fork circled her nipple on its own, and they could pinch the nipple between them. His tongue was warm but rough; lapping at her smooth breast, and soon her nipple began to turn bright red: swollen and radiating pleasure. She moaned softly as he straddled her torso, cocks pressing into her stomach. His pouch pressed into her mound, soft skin on skin, and he switched tits, ministering to her right nipple for a while. He had just fallen into a steady rhythm, working first one sweet nipple then the other, when the curtain rustled behind her and another man walked into the room.



The new man walked quickly to stand at Moon’s feet, meeting her gaze where she lay. She was surprised to see him, only expecting one client, and she studied this new man intensely, excited and scared anew. It was difficult to concentrate, for as soon as Ferros sensed her distraction he picked up his pace at her heaving chest, flicking her nipples wildly. She moaned, arching her back and clutching his scaly head to her, but her eyes never left the new man.



He was huge! At least seven feet tall and broad to match, he towered over Ferros and Moon as he stood between her spread knees. If Ferros’ muscles were defined, the new man was ripped. His pecs jutted from his chest powerfully, and his abs were chiseled into his torso. Both her hands together could not have encircled his biceps. He was brown-skinned, but his whole body was covered with a short, soft coat of brown fur as well. It softened the lines of his musculature and his face, but somehow made him look more primitive. This affect was highlighted by the shaggy mane of hair falling from his head. It was trimmed around the face, ending just above his glaring black eyes, but it fell in heavy ringlets down to the middle of his back.



His chin was broad, his nose roman, and his lips thin and drawn. His mouth was wider than normal, seeming to stretch from ear to ear, or it would if he would smile, but he didn’t. To Moon, he was a cross between a bear and a human. He wore the same type of loincloth that Ferros had worn upon his entrance, but unlike the Dragon, this new man was hiding nothing with it. It bulged and strained between his legs, holding back what appeared to be a third arm. She was staring at it with relish, eager to taste him, when it moved! Slowly, the head of his cock pushed up past the waist of the loincloth and lowered the garment all on its own! Her mouth fell open and she gasped. His cock was prehensile! Like the tail of a monkey, it swayed and bobbed in front of him, curving from side to side, waving at her.



It was a huge organ, matching the size of his body, at least eleven inches long and extremely thick. The fur stopped at the base of his shaft, but continued on to cover his massive scrotum, housing three balls instead of the human pair. A sensuous trickle of fear tingled up her spine at his hungry stare, and she blushed. For the first time, a smirk graced his craggy face, and he waved at her with his cock, the erect brown head almost black with the blood pumping through it. An extra sharp nibble from Ferros brought her back to concentration, however, and she quickly accepted the new man to ravage her body, only a bit nervous about his size.



Soon after, amidst her soft moaning and gasping, the link told her his name. He was Reamur, a servant to Ferros and his right hand man. Once aroused, his species was required to procreate or die. Though he was not part of the night’s deal, the sight of his master licking her nipples on the table had started his reproductive process. Now he had to fuck her. Her whole body quivered in excitement, from her nipples to her toes, as Reamur stepped up to her thighs, his cock level with her loins.



Finally content with the tender, abused state of her nipples, Ferros moved as well. He slid up her body, dragging his swollen pouch from her mound up her stomach, sitting up as he straddled her chest, making room for Reamur at her crotch. His sandpaper tongue had rubbed her nipples red, and they shone wet and throbbing in the light, heaving atop her prodigious breasts as she groaned. She knew what he would do before he did it, and was ready as his slick lower cock slid between her tits. At her crotch, another member moved. Reamur was using his own erection to stroke her thighs, rubbing its heat from leg to leg, teasing her dripping pussy until she thought she would explode.



“Ohhhh, yes! Fuck my tits and pussy! I want your cocks! God I love this!”



Moon knew they couldn’t understand her, but she didn’t care. They got the point. Reamur’s eyes widened in surprise. What a horny little slut! It wasn’t often they found a woman that begged for his cock, and this one needed it like it would save her life! He smirked slightly as he rubbed the taut head of his brown cock against her exposed maxiavula, and then lowered it to tease her moist cunt.



Ferros grabbed her hands and pressed them to her own tits, urging her to push them together around his lower cock. It nestled perfectly between them, and he worked his hips back and forth in a rapid rhythm, spreading his hot lube between her melons. She moaned and arched her back, pressuring his lower member and reaching for his upper one with her mouth. Every time he thrust forward she was able to suck the head of it fully into her hungry mouth, and she loved the taste. Her lips and nipples tingled from his secretions and she loved it.



As Ferros drove his cocks against her chest and face, Reamur shoved two fingers deep into Moon’s pussy. He pushed in and out a few times, listening to them squish inside her, coated with her juices. Deeming her ready, he replaced the digits with the broad head of his erection and pushed inward.



She screamed at first, but lustily and immediately pushed back against him, smiling widely. She hadn’t been stretched in such a way for so long! His cock threatened to tear her loins apart, pounding into her newly tightened twat, but she adjusted quickly. Before long her pussy lips pressed into his furry mound and his massive nuts smacked lightly against her ass. Her pussy contracted around his girth, trying to cope, but all she felt was pleasure. Even his fur felt great as it tickled her thighs and ass.



Together the two males pounded her lithe body until she yelled in pleasure, wrapping her legs around Reamur like she would fall off otherwise and trying to suck all of Ferros’ upper cock down her throat. Ferros’ sac swelled between his thighs as he became more aroused, loving the sight of his cocks being serviced by the eager young whore, and it rubbed up and down on her stomach, squished against her abs. His skin had no tint of green at all by now, and was slowly turning orange on his cocks and muscles. His fiery skin matched his every temperature, and Moon found she was sweating under his hot thighs as she writhed between his legs. He growled continually, rubbing the sensitive tips of his cocks against her soft, hairless skin. Reamur growled as well, but it was deeper, vibrating from way down in his chest. Together, they growled, squished, and slid against her yelling body like it was a carnival ride.

Reamur’s massive organ felt like an arm inside her, twisting and bending against her tender walls. He would withdraw almost completely from her body, stopping when the ridge of his purple cockhead threatened to pop out of her, and then he would plunge back in to the hilt, making her squeal. Her pussy slurped hungrily every time he thrust, eager to devour all of his length. Somehow, he knew just where the bundle of nerves in her honey hole could be reached from her twat, and he targeted it with his cockhead. Once situated, he could bend his penis to poke and prod upward through her thin membrane to hit perfectly on the innermost depths of her Angelic sheath. At the same time, he dampened a finger with the juices running down his cock from her pussy and inserted it slowly into her honey hole, groaning as it squeezed his finger tight. She did more than groan, practically deafening Ferros where he sat fucking her tits. Her nipples were on fire, but the overwhelming sensation came from her honey hole, in which the nerves were tender and her opening tight. She thrashed mindlessly under the lustful ministrations of the two alien males, coming to orgasm within minutes of Reamur inserting his finger. They literally rode her orgasm out, pounding in and onto her body until she didn’t know up from down. For another fifteen minutes after the last shocks of her climax ended they thrust against her, Reamur reaming her cunt and Ferros beginning to turn red on her chest.



Reamur was the first to stop, pulling his rock-hard rod out of her twat with a smack and pulling his finger out of her succulent honey hole. Though he had just withdrawn one of the biggest cocks she had ever taken, her pussy immediately tightened again, thanks to the Tightener in its depths. His dick was covered from base to tip in her slick juices, and he wiped it off on her thighs. Never touching it with his hands, he used his cock to rub over her tight honey hole once again, just to feel her push back against it, desperate for penetration in what now felt woefully empty. Wordlessly, cock swinging lewdly between his legs, he knelt to satisfy her desire. For the first time, he opened his mouth.



What came out of his mouth caught her by surprise. To be sure, it was a tongue, but it was like nothing she had ever seen! It was flat and smooth, like a human tongue, but it was extremely thick, and the tip ended in a bulbous head not unlike that of a cock. It also showed no sign of ending, and disappeared deep in his mouth, unrolling from somewhere in his throat. She could only watch and feel in desperation as it pressed against her honey hole, insistently pushing its way inside. Pleasure exploded from down in her loins as his wet muscle parted the walls of her maxiavula, pressing on every nerve ending and prodding her closer to another climax.



Ferros finally dismounted as well, apparently to stave off his rapidly reddening complexion. She thought he looked gorgeous as he stood at her side off the bed, cocks, abs, and pecs a dark red-orange, the rest of him ranging from orange to yellow. The sac between his legs was quite large, at least the size of a large grapefruit, and only slightly darker in color than such. His hand moved slowly but steadily first up and down one cock, then the other, cooling down from the soft, slick mounds of her tits but still staying erect. He loved to watch Reamur work and loved watching Moon sweat and quiver even more, but he couldn’t wait to sink his pointed rods into her lusty holes. He leaned forward, licking the soft skin of her smooth stomach with his rough tongue, then smiled as she moaned, his fangs glimmering.



Moon was in a whore’s heaven. Reamur’s tongue was hard, yet soft; wet, smooth, and as long as he wanted it to be. With it, he forced her famous hole apart and purposefully drove the tip of it straight to her pleasure point. He wiggled it inside of her, massaging the deepest regions of her honey hole with its rounded tip. She tossed her hair, panting, twisting and rubbing her nipples with wild abandon. When they finally grew too hot and red she lifted them to her mouth, grabbing a handful of titflesh and sucking her own nipples gleefully. They fell back to her chest wet with spit and she was soon twisting them again, driven wild by Reamur’s tongue in her most favored hole. She wrapped her legs around his head, drawing it closer; letting his shaggy mane tickle her thighs and his facial fur rub her ass. It was only instinctual for her, of course. He could have given her more length from his mouth even had he been a full foot away.



She could have let him lick her maxiavula for hours, content to lay there and let orgasm after orgasm take her into oblivion, but Ferros was not so patient, only letting the furry giant lick for twenty minutes or so. He had cooled considerably just watching his servant service his escort, and was at a light orange hue by the time he touched Reamur briefly on the shoulder. The big man, knowing it was his boss’ desire to penetrate the young harlot, regretfully pulled his tongue out of her tightest of pleasures. She released his head, though she was feeling the tingling of another orgasm stirring within her, and looked at Ferros eagerly, ready for his barbed cocks. To her surprise, however, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward, telling her mentally that she needed to stand.



Stand she did, letting herself get pulled slightly away from the bed, wobbly on her pleasure-weakened legs. She supported her weight on Ferros, grabbing his shoulder for stability, but she didn’t have to wait long. Reamur moved quickly, laying down where she had been. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed, cock sticking straight up in the air like a monument to the manhood of his species. Ferros pushed Moon forward roughly, causing her to fall into Reamur’s lap, face pressed against his furry leg. “Mount him.” Her mind told her, communicating her client’s command. She smiled, ready for whatever they had planned for her, and obeyed.



She started to lower her pussy onto the giant cock beneath her, having clambered up over Reamur’s body on all fours, giving Ferros a perfect view of her toned ass and pussy from behind. Strong hands guided her hips, and she found that what the giant was really after was what his tongue had prepped her for already. His huge member pushed hard against the tight ring at the entrance to her honey hole, patiently pressing forward until the opening began to stretch wide around its girth. Moon yelled and arched her back, desperate for the penetration but scared of his size. She leaned forward and raised her ass in the air, pressing her soft tits against his hard torso as she fought to find an angle that didn’t resist him. She was so aroused, though, that the pain was slight, and she quickly realized that she could take him and love it. Even as his cockhead popped inside her honey hole, she was pushing back, hungrily swallowing his meat deep into her Angel’s depths.



She screamed his name as his width stretched her whole vaginal region apart, pushing down on her twat and spreading her lips as it was gripped tight by her maxiavula. No one that big had ever dared to fuck such a small hole, but he had done it and she was almost delirious with pleasure. He filled her like none other, and once inside he could move his cock, twisting and turning, without moving his body or pulling out. He bottomed out in her honey hole with room to spare, and just held her ass in midair with his organ while she panted against his chest. Weakly, she began to bob her loins up and down his shaft, feeling his cockhead rub her walls and bump her nerves. She collapsed, however, as her second orgasm rolled over her, causing her to clench his dick even tighter and leak juices down his shaft. She ground her nipples into his chest and bit his shoulder, mindless with lust as her climax erupted. He just lay there, twitching his cock in her honey hole, smirking at her delirium. Ferros slapped her ass, causing her to yelp and leaving big red handprints on her luscious globes, smiling at her orgasm but impatient to bury his cocks inside her as well. As her pinnacle faded and she was able to hold still for him, he climbed up on the bed, standing with his feet planted beside her ass. He bent and leaned forward slightly so he could hold onto her sides and reach her holes with his cocks.



The pleasure brought tears to her eyes as Ferros began to push at her two remaining holes, struggling to fit in her pussy due to Reamur’s girth. He worked faster, though, and was slicker, and soon had his cocks fully inserted in both her ass and pussy. As she suspected, their combined juices caused her pussy to tingle and warm delightfully, increasing the radius of satisfaction around Reamur’s furious activity in her honey hole. She had been triple penetrated before, but never with such a great combination, and as the two men began to thrust again she writhed between them, yelling and panting, oblivious to anything but the pleasure.



They alternated thrusts, with Reamur almost fully withdrawing before pounding his cock back into her tight upper hole, then Ferros doing the same to her pussy and ass. With Ferros supporting himself on her hips, Reamur’s hands were free to roam over Moon’s breasts. He kneaded the twin mountains like dough as he thrust at her honey hole, pinching her nipples just to see her squirm around all the cocks inside her. Once they got too sore for her liking, he sensed it, and would shoot out his tongue to soothe them, rubbing the flat of it against each nipple. She groaned constantly at the continuous influx of pleasure from her nipples and holes, rising to a yell every time Ferros spanked her and Reamur bottomed out in her maxiavula.



As Ferros shoved his cocks in and out of the nubile harlot he snarled, spanking her just to hear her yelp. The sensation of her lube on his lower cock was unbelievable, but more so was the feeling of her wrinkled asshole gripping his upper rod. He flexed his members inside her, stretching her even more. Her third orgasm was drilled out of her a scant twenty minutes after the second, ground out of her ass and pussy by Ferros’ members and rubbed from the nerves in her honey hole by Reamur’s monumental organ. It was the longest climax she had felt in a long time, and she quaked and shivered on top of Reamur as the three cocks never broke stride, stimulating her incessantly. She buried her head in the soft fur on Reamur’s chest, trying to keep herself from screaming in lustful satisfaction.



They waited until her orgasm had passed completely, content just to fuck her for their pleasure while she collapsed in her throes of passion, using her like a piece of meat. When she had finally regained some strength, however, and started to push her loins back at their thrusts, it was time for a change. Without warning, Ferros drove his cocks as deep inside her as they would go, leaning forward to grab her under the arms. He bodily lifted her off of Reamur, standing with his heels on the edge of the bed, sex locked with the Mystalican whore. She screamed in pleasure and surprise as Reamur’s cock was dragged from her tender honey hole with an audible pop and gravity drove her even deeper onto Ferros’ twin erections.



Reamur sat up, cock colliding with his fuzzy stomach, eye level with his master’s pulsating lower organ as it disappeared into Moon’s sopping cunt. He couldn’t see the upper one, but he knew it was buried just as deep in her asshole. She stared down at him weakly, her head resting back on Ferros’ shoulder, all her weight balanced on her well-used openings. Her tits heaved as she gasped for breath, sweat running down her chest, hair in total disarray. She groped for Reamur’s head, trying to draw his unique tongue back into her painfully empty honey hole, which was already starting to tighten again, but he leaned back. He would have loved to fuck the hole of the Angels once more with his tongue, but he had other plans.



He dodged away from her groping hands playfully, bounding off the bed and standing in front of her, looking up at her pleasure-ravaged countenance. She whined like a bitch in heat, trying to hump the cocks inside of her against gravity, desperate for the seed that was soon to come. Ferros teased her for just a moment longer, and then dropped to his knees, pushing her down onto all fours. The bed was just long enough for both of them to fit in a stable doggystyle position, and her head hung out just over the edge. This, of course, was Reamur’s plan, and as soon as Ferros was set and thrusting again the big man stepped up to Moon’s face. His cock slapped her on each cheek, then lifted her gaze to meet his, pushing up under her chin. She beamed at him, excited by his prehensile member, and opened her mouth wide. She knew what he wanted. He grabbed her by the hair and roughly shoved his cock deep into her throat. Fortunately, Mystalican women have no gag reflex, so Moon was able to just open her throat and let him go.



She could barely even groan around his huge dick, humming and drooling around it as two cocks impaled her bronze ass and velvety pussy. Spit dripped down her chin and matted the fur on his thighs and nuts, but he didn’t even notice, let alone care. His heavy balls knocked against her chin as well, making a wet slap in perfect tandem with the smack of Ferros’ body into Moon’s ass. Her tits swung heavily back and forth below her, begging to be held. This Reamur managed to do, leaning forward and grabbing them from the sides while humping Moon’s throat. Her nipples felt wonderful between his fingers, and her flesh was soft but firm, and very warm. His mound pressed into her forehead and flattened her nose, so by the time he finished with her breasts she was gasping for air.



He pulled out, letting her breathe, but quickly submerged his member again in the wet confines of her throat. He could feel the jizz boiling in his balls and was eager to feed it to her. He grabbed her head on both sides and fucked away, caring about nothing but his own orgasm. Not that he should have worried: Thanks to Ferros and the recent work on her supple tits, Moon was rolling in ecstasy. The twin cocks, now dark orange once again, stabbed her slick holes with a tireless rhythm, drowning Moon’s brain in a deluge of pleasure. She shut her eyes, unable to see anything but the brown fuzz on Reamur’s mound anyway, and concentrated on the heat and sensations emanating from the junction of Ferros and herself. The Dragon leaned forward periodically, laying his burning torso flat against her back, fucking her like an animal, and licked her neck and earlobes with the rough fork of his tongue. She tasted like sweat and female heat, and he loved it. Every time he did this, he reached around her waist and shoved two of his long, thin fingers into her honey hole, burying them to the knuckle in her satiny depths.



It was as he shoved his fingers in and out of her upper hole, completing the quadruple penetration, that her fourth orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her scream was muffled but audible around Reamur’s pistoning prick, and her arms and legs turned to jelly as the veritable train that was her fourth climax in just a few hours rolled over her young body. All her holes contracted around Ferros’ dicks and fingers, and Reamur could feel her yells vibrate all the way up his shaft. If the two men hadn’t been holding her up to fuck her she would have collapsed on the table, unable to stand or see or hear or even think from the sensory overload of her own orgasm. Every nerve ending on her body tingled, and the ones in her dripping cunt and honey hole exploded in satisfaction.



As her climax began, Reamur’s cock leaked its precum deep in Moon’s throat. He was close, and all her yelling and writhing only brought him further to the brink of his own orgasm. What was surprising to Moon, however, as her climax faded away and she was able to support herself weakly once more, was that she couldn’t feel him! Unbeknownst to the Angel was the sexual experience of Reamur’s species. His precum had slightly numbed her throat, allowing her to relax it even more and give him more room to thrust. Her tongue felt ungainly in her mouth as the shaft of his organ slid over it, but he loved the feeling. Her mouth had become a hole completely controlled by him, and it felt great. As she accepted what had happened and came to enjoy it, he buried himself to the hilt against her numb lips and released his fluid.



All Moon could feel was a new thickness in her throat and the rapid stretching of her jaw as the alien’s cock pulsed inside her mouth. He pulled out as he spasmed inside her, effectively filling her throat and mouth with his creamy cum. His snarl echoed around the room, and his whole body flexed and shivered as all his strength was bent on depositing his juices in the female’s gullet. His load was as big as the rest of him, and he only managed to fit half of it in her throat and mouth. The rest either spurted out the sides of her mouth and ran down her face, or was shot onto her shoulders and the tops of her tits. By the time his load was spent, his cock was already diminishing in size, fading from almost black to a medium brown and resting against his scrotum, flaccid but still moving back and forth.



Moon swallowed instinctively, sad that she couldn’t taste his seed. Just knowing it was cum excited her though, and she thrust back lustily against Ferros’ steady pounding. Reamur just stood to the side and watched, smirking. Moon was so wrapped up in fucking her client, it took her a few minutes to realize why Reamur was almost smiling, and why he hadn’t left. The numbing was worse! Everywhere his cum had touched, she had lost feeling. Her cheeks, throat, mouth, and face were all as senseless as raw meat, as were the tops of her tits. She tried to moan, confused but aroused at their toying with her, but found she couldn’t even speak! She stole a furtive glance over her shoulder at Ferros, her eyes wide and questioning.



The Dragon just laughed, pulling out of her pussy and ass with satisfaction, watching them gape slightly before slowly closing once more, tightening around his absence. She was notably crestfallen, and shoved her ass up in the air, pushing it back to try and find his rosy rods once more. He laughed at her desperation in spite of her confusion, and slapped her ass hard, leaving his palm print in her soft flesh. Her head rolled back and her mouth opened, but the yelp that should have escaped was silent. He laughed again and spanked her once more, just for good measure, then climbed back off the bed, pulling her backward with him.



She stood and turned to face him, grabbing his cocks with her hands and stroking them, feeling their heat with his palms. They were definitely red now, painfully aroused from his lengthy fucking of her pussy and ass, and they matched the rest of his skin almost completely. His jizz sac was engorged and heavy between his thighs, and he thrust unconsciously against her hands as she worked, trying to pull his cum from his loins. It was temporary, though, for he moved soon after, reluctantly pulling his members from her grasp and lying on his back on the bed, as Reamur had done before. His cocks laid flat against his stomach, one on top of the other, and he beckoned to her, telling her mentally to mount him in reverse.



She couldn’t straddle him fast enough, helped onto the bed by Reamur, who lifted her bodily onto the bed. Her horny little honey hole ached to be filled, so she guided half his sex into it, and the other half into her pussy, tight once more. He growled lightly as she lowered herself onto him, watching her ass descend to meet his pubic mound. He grabbed her ankles with his hands and lifted his hips slightly, hearing her gasp as he stretched her honey hole open with the teardrop head of his lower cock. His upper member submerged quickly into her damp cunt, gripped like a vise between her walls. Her lips hugged his shafts like they never wanted to let go. Only when he felt the sensitive tip of his lower cock hit the bottom of her maxiavula did he cease to push, growling and groaning at her unbelievable silky tightness wrapped around his manhood in both holes. She didn’t stop until she felt her ass hit his hot mound, and then paused for a few minutes, getting used to his length and width in her tight holes. By the time Reamur stepped in front of her she was ready to go, and leaned forward to meet the big man, eye level with him for the first time. Ferros took the hint and began to thrust; knowing that even his Dragon’s stamina was rapidly diminishing and feeling his sac rub against his thighs. He would give her a good run, though!

Jill slipped into her damp leather skirt, and then her wet bra and blouse. She shivered almost uncontrollably. The sweatshirt, though, was still reasonably dry and clean.



Jill pulled the sweatshirt over her wet clothes. The sweatpants, having acted as a seat cushion and sponge for the last two hours, were completely soaked and reeked of sex. She rolled up the sweatpants and placed them in the bag with the dildos.



Jill’s feet were slick as she put her high-heeled sandals on. Her calves and thighs were on fire as she stepped out the door of the video booth. She worked out regularly, but had never worked out those muscles in quite that way.



When Jill entered the store from the video booth area, the ceiling lights seemed to be at their fullest intensity. Jill bumped into a magazine rack and then a lubricant display stand, sending bottles of Astrolube rolling around the floor.



“Well, well, Red.” Officer Friendly smiled. “Do I get to add Public Intoxication to the list, too?”



“I’m not drunk,” Jill answered.



“Well, we’ll see.” Friendly pulled the bag from Jill’s hand. “What have we here? What’s your fascination with dildos again? Oh, wait… they’re for a bachelorette party, right?”



Jill stood and stared, shivering slightly.



“Red, you look the crack whore if I ever saw one. What else you got in this bag? One form of ID – probably fake – and $1200 cash?” Friendly put the ID and money in his pocket and handed the bag back to Jill. “You been turnin’ tricks, Red?”



Iris came from the back room. Dee followed.



“Here’s the tape. We didn’t mean nothing by it.” Iris said, handing a security tape to the police officer.



“Only copy?” Friendly asked, knowing that T.J. recorded everything digitally these days.



“Mmmm hmmm.” Iris answered in the affirmative.



Friendly turned to Jill. “I don’t want to have to cuff you, but I will.”



Jill’s eyes widened.



“You’re arresting me? For what!” Jill said sternly as a new trail of come formed down her inner thigh.



“Well, let’s see… Public Indecency, Prostitution, Public Intoxication, Falsifying Identification, to name a few,” Friendly smiled, reaching for his handcuffs.



“I’ll take you down to the station, let you make your phone call, and we’ll run your prints to see what other trouble you might be into.”



“No. Please don’t. I’m telling you the truth. This is all a big misunderstanding.” Jill pleaded.



“We’ll see.” Friendly turned Jill around and put her hands behind her back. He held her bag under his arm while he locked the handcuffs in place.



Jill had never been arrested in her life. The cold steel on her wrists was heavy.



Friendly’s grip on her upper arm was firm, but not painful, as he led her into the pouring rain.



“You all have a fine morning,” Friendly nodded back to Iris and Dee. They just looked back at him shaking their heads disapprovingly.



She waited until the door closed, and then Iris looked at her brother. “Was tapping that 38 year-old white woman worth getting mixed up with Friendly?”



“I ain’t had nothin’ like it,” Dee said. “I’m gonna have to get her outa this, though.”



“Awe, shit.” Iris said. “You best play it cool, Romeo.”



“Yeah. No shit.” Dee said.



“As fucked up as T.J. is, he sure called this one, didn’t he?” Iris asked.



“Yeah, he’s a fuckin’ psychic, all right.” Dee almost believed. “He’s just been doin’ this shit so long, he’s gotten good at it. Between him and Friendly, I can’t figure out why they haven’t made enough money off this shit to retire, already.”



“Well, if you gonna do somethin’, you can start by cleaning up those booths.” Iris smiled.



She knew Dee was heading out the door to help Jill. Iris could see it in his eyes. Usually, T.J. was the icebreaker, and Dee didn’t get involved. The fact that Dee was actually fancy on this older redheaded woman worried her.



Iris had helped make at least a dozen movies the same way, and it never ended well for the girl.



They’d come in, usually out of the rain, drunk or high, and lost.



The next thing they knew, they’re sucking dicks in the video booth for taxi fare. Friendly “busts” them, but ends up working something out so he doesn’t have to take them to jail.



Soon, they’re making more movies, or the center of attention at private parties. Their families and friends never hear from them again – not always because they died an early death from drugs or suicide, but because they’re too ashamed to go home after everything they’ve done.



Dee knew there was something different about Jill, though. The most she was doing for money was putting on a show; masturbating, just so she could keep the video going. She invited him in that booth because she really wanted to get fucked. She had no idea that he had come close to orgasm several times simply by the way she kissed him. Only one other girl had ever kissed him like that.



He knew she had a life, a husband, a daughter, and a job. He liked to think his momma raised him better than this.



Yet, for some reason, he would like nothing more than to fuck that redhead again.



But not on Friendly’s terms.



She was older, and probably wouldn’t last more than one or two trains before Friendly broke her for good. He wondered how many thugs Friendly had already called tonight, that were shaving their balls in preparation for another movie.



“Please don’t take me to jail, officer.” Jill pleaded. “This is going to ruin my family.”



“You should have thought about that before you put that big black dick inside you.” Friendly said to the rearview mirror.



“Surely, there’s got to be another way,” Jill asked. “Can’t I just pay a fine or something? I’ve never done anything wrong in my life!”



“Well, now that you mention it, you’ll probably only get community service.” Friendly smiled. “That ain’t too bad. You know, maybe cleaning a park, helping the homeless… or sucking my dick when I tell you.”



Jill’s eyes widened. Friendly looked at her closely in the rearview mirror, and then pulled over.



“You think you can suck my dick when I tell you?” Friendly asked. Jill remained silent.



Friendly threw the gearshift in park, stepped out of the patrol car, and swung open Jill’s door. His hand found her throat and squeezed tightly. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the rain blew into the back seat.



“I asked you a fuckin’ question, Red! Can you suck my dick when I tell you?” Friendly screamed into her ear.



“Yes! Yes! I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me!” Jill cried.



Friendly relaxed his grip on her throat.



“I don’t want to hurt you, Red. We’s just needed to come to an understanding. I think we got’s one now, right?” Friendly slid his hand between her legs. Jill instinctively pressed them together.



“Open your fuckin’ legs, bitch!” Friendly yelled. “You beginin’ to piss me off.”



Jill spread her legs wide. Friendly pushed three fingers into her wet pussy.



“Hmmm. Dee sho’ did on number on you, huh? Boy’s got da biggest dick in town. Wonder he don’t pass out every time he gets a hard-on, huh?”



Without realizing what she was doing, Jill began to slowly gyrate her hips, easing Friendly’s fingers in and out of her.



“Awe, hell yeah. Dat’s better, Red.” Friendly pushed a fourth finger inside and Jill let out a grunt.



He pulled his hand from her pussy and put it up to her mouth. Jill licked his fingers as if he had dangled four cocks in front of her face and was taking turns between them.



She wasn’t surprised to taste Dee’s come mixed with her juices. She wished he were there now.



Officer Friendly drove to a motel that looked like it had been closed for years. Half the rooms had their numbers removed from the doors. There were no lights on outside the building, yet several cars filled the parking lot.



“Red, I’m going to give you a chance to fulfill your community service tonight, if you’d like. You do okay, here, and I’ll take you home before sunrise. What you say to that?” Friendly asked as he helped Jill out of the patrol car.



“It doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice.” Jill said, shaken and on the verge of tears.



“Now don’t be like that, Red.” Friendly guided her up the stairs. The rain soaked her hair and her make-up streaked down her cheeks. “We all have choices. Sometimes, you got to pay for your actions. Sometimes your actions are how you get paid.”



Jill wasn’t sure what he meant, but knew at a minimum, she’d have Friendly’s dick in her mouth, if not everywhere else.



Friendly unlocked one of the motel room doors and held it open for Jill. She stepped inside and was surprised to see it reasonably well kept. The bedding looked clean, the room didn’t smell of smoke, and the furniture didn’t reflect the building’s 1970′s exterior.



Community service may end up being bearable after all, Jill thought.



Jill was about to sit on the bed when Friendly grabbed her by the handcuffs behind her back. The jerking motion threw her off balance and she stumbled to the floor.



“Don’t even think about sitting on that bed until you’ve cleaned up, Red.” Friendly said as he started to undress. Jill glanced at his service pistol as he placed it on the dresser. She had hoped he hadn’t noticed.



When Friendly had taken off all of his clothes, he turned toward Jill, proudly displaying his tight, muscular body. His dick wasn’t nearly the size of Dee’s, but it was respectable – perhaps even attractive. It was only the second black dick Jill had ever seen in person, and she began to wonder how she would ever be able to please her husband if she continued to be fucked by these larger dicks. Would he notice that she wasn’t as tight as she used to be?



Friendly walked up to Jill and held the back of her head as he guided his dick into her mouth. Unlike giving head to Dee, she was able to get Friendly’s cock head and four inches of the shaft into her mouth and down her throat without gagging. Friendly eased his length in and out of Jill’s mouth, pushing a little more down her throat each time until she eventually did gag.



“Oh, that’s good Red. That’s real good.” Friendly smiled as he allowed Jill to catch her breath. “You got eight of my nine down your throat. What do you say you take it all now?”



Jill opened her mouth, waiting. Friendly grabbed a handful or Jill’s wet hair and pumped steadily into her mouth. Each time, he’d let his long dick sink down her throat a little deeper until her tongue was pressed against his balls and her nose was pressed against his sparse, curly pubic hair. He held her tight against him for several seconds, and then slowly pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. Jill maintained a tight seal with her lips around his shaft as he filled her mouth with come. She instinctively swallowed, and then began bobbing her head up and down on Friendly’s shaft.



“That’s the spirit, Red.” Friendly smiled as she coaxed his cock back to erection.



He pulled his tool from her lips and walked over to the dresser. He returned with the handcuff keys and reached behind Jill to remove her bindings.



“Do you want to fuck me now?” Jill asked as she subconsciously rubbed her clit.



“Not yet, Red. Not yet.” Friendly helped Jill to her feet. “Take off those dirty clothes and get in the shower. Clean yourself up, inside and out. When you get out, I’ll have something for you to wear.”



Jill unceremoniously stripped in front of Officer Friendly.



As she bent over to unbuckle her thin high-heeled sandals, Friendly caught a glimpse of her pink asshole.



“You know how to use an enema, right?” He asked.



When Jill finished with her shower, she was as clean inside and out as she could have possibly been. The enema was an unusual experience, but she hadn’t had much to eat, so there wasn’t much to “cleanse” out of her system.



Friendly handed her a soft, white terry cloth robe and opened a toolbox full of make-up supplies. It looked as if someone had stolen a facial kit from a department store.



“We got about twenty minutes before we get started. Make yourself look nice, okay?” Friendly said in a businesslike manner.



Jill wasn’t sure why Friendly wanted to wait to have sex with her. She wasn’t being reluctant. He was attractive in his own way, and although she would never have looked twice at him crossing the street, now that he was naked, he was very easy on the eyes.



She almost felt disappointed when he wrapped a towel around his waist.



Jill found her same shade and brand of nail polish and touched up her fingernails and toenails. Friendly stepped into the bathroom to see her progress and Jill knew she had done well by the dick pushing his towel up.



Jill began to feel as if she had gotten off easy – as far as her unnecessary punishment was concerned.



That feeling ended when the door blew open and T.J. stepped into the room.



“What we got, here?” T.J. blurted loudly. “Oh fuck! You? This is gonna be the shit, here.”



Four college boys stepped into the room behind T.J. Two of them looked just like the young, skinny black men in the first video booth movie she had watched. The other two were white and looked like boys her daughter was friends with in high school. One of them – Mark, she believed – may have dated her daughter at some point.



None of the young men looked a day over nineteen.



A middle-aged white man walked in seconds later, carrying a tripod and camera case. Behind him, two girls, one black and one white, and neither barely over nineteen.



“What’s going on?” Jill asked sheepishly. As soon as she spoke, she could tell one of the white boys recognized her. He looked at her as if to tell her to be quiet.



“We’re going to see how you do with a professional photographer, Red.” Officer Friendly waved his hand at the young men, motioning them to undress. “We got the spy camera footage bullshit, but this is gonna be the good stuff.”



For the moment, Jill was relieved to see T.J. leaving his clothes on.



As the young men undressed, they took turns in the bathroom, shaving, relieving themselves, showering quickly, and then standing before one of the girls. The girls remained clothed, but kneeled in front of two of the young men and used their mouths to bring the young, hairless cocks to erection.



“Red, you ready to pay your debt to society?” Friendly asked.



Jill remained silent. She stood up, walked in front of the bed, faced the cameraman, and let her robe slip off her shoulders.



The white girl deepthroating one of the black boys stopped and turned to look at Jill. Jill suddenly recognized her as April, one of Andi’s friends from freshman year of high school that had to change schools because of rezoning. She had seen April at the mall from time to time, always wearing nice clothes – nicer than her parents could afford – and usually on the arm of a black boyfriend. It made sense to Jill, now.



“All right. What do you want me to do?” Jill asked.



That was the last thing she said for three hours.



The black boys were first to lick, suck, and fuck Jill. Their cocks were long, but not very thick. Their tongues on her pussy made Jill cry out in pleasure more than their tools inside her.



The white boys were even better at going down on her.



T.J. directed Jill through scene after scene, in various combinations with the four young men. They fucked her repeatedly, but never climaxed. Jill, however, came at least a dozen times. She couldn’t help herself. The boys were half her age and full of energy.



Each time one of the young men was about to climax, he was told to pull out or pull back. It appeared that come shots were not the highlight of this movie, at least not the men’s come shots. Jill, however, had soaked half the bed.



The larger white boy, Wayne was underneath her, filling her pussy as Mark knelt behind her, easing the head of his bulbous dick into her asshole.



The black boys had each fucked her anus twice, but their cocks weren’t nearly as wide as Mark’s.



“Fuck, Ms. Jill,” Mark panted, “You’re asshole is tighter than Andi’s!”



Jill’s body shook with waves of orgasm and Mark used the opportunity to push his full length inside her.



Jill bucked hard, her pussy spasming on Wayne’s fat shaft as her sphincter held tight around Mark’s cock. She shuddered again moments later as she felt Mark fill her bowels with semen.



A stream of come oozed from her asshole and down Wayne’s shaft as Mark stepped off the bed.



“Awe man, why’d you have to go and do that?” Wayne complained.



April had a warm washcloth ready and wiped off Mark’s tool before sucking him back to rigidity.



The black girl took another washcloth and wiped off Wayne’s dick and the crack of Jill’s ass. She gave Jill a quick kiss on the ass cheek as she stepped out of frame.



“That’s alright, Mark.” Friendly said. He had been sitting in the background, not saying a word the entire time T.J. was directing Jill. “We’re almost done for tonight. You did good, hoss. You deserved a nut.”



Mark resumed his position and the two continued fucking Jill for another fifteen minutes.



The two black boys were climaxing in the mouths of the two girls as Mark stepped off the bed.



Jill collapsed on Wayne, and he politely rolled her off of him, laying her on her side.



As Wayne stepped off the bed, Friendly stepped on.



“I think that’s a wrap, T.J.” Friendly said without argument.



“Shit, we got enough for a double-feature. If she sells well, we might have to offer her a regular position.” T.J. smiled as he helped pack up the camera equipment.



The young men showered and dressed, and then escorted the girls out of the room, followed by the cameraman and T.J.



“Red, it’s just you and me, now.” Friendly smiled as he lifted one of Jill’s legs.



His cock was every bit as big as Mark’s now, as he rubbed it against Jill’s asshole.



Jill reached back and lifted an ass cheek invitingly.



Friendly may have been a bastard toward Jill since the beginning, but now, he was fucking her with finesse. He sucked on her toes as he rhythmically slid more of his thick tool inside her. He reached down to her sopping wet, and loose pussy and pressed firmly against her swollen clit.



Wetness gushed between his fingers as Jill orgasmed, but Friendly maintained his rhythm.



He turned Jill in several positions, each new one allowing more of his long cock inside her than the previous, until finally all of his full nine inches was inside her.



“That’s a good white girl.” Friendly said as he began to fuck Jill’s ass faster.



The motel room door swung open, and Jill feared T.J. had returned to feed her his unwanted tool.



Instead, Jill’s eyes were both relieved and shocked when she recognized Dee.



“I think that’s enough, Friendly.” Dee said.



“Boy, have you lost your mind?” Friendly said without losing pace. “I brought you into this world, and I can take you out! Besides, your dick-sucking girlfriend has already left.”



Friendly continued to slide in and out of Jill’s ass as he waited for Dee to say or do something. April was actually Dee’s ex-girlfriend, and Friendly knew it.



Dee stood frozen, watching his father expertly fuck Jill’s bottom. Friendly then positioned himself under Jill so she was sitting on his cock with her full weight. He leaned back, and Jill leaned back against him. She raised her knees and placed her beautiful white feet on Friendly’s black upper thighs.



“Put your goddamned meat in her cunt and finish her off, proper like!” Friendly said from behind Jill.



Dee was hesitant, but Jill raised her head enough to let him know it was okay. She was doing all the work on his father’s manhood, allowing several inches of his shaft to be exposed before impaling herself until it disappeared back inside her.



Dee’s cock was full and firm within seconds of taking down his pants.



Jill’s clitoris throbbed as he twisted his cockhead and pushed it inside her.

My husband and I have had a really stressful last couple months of work, so we decided it was time to take a little trip. He researched on the internet to find a fun place to go that was within driving distance, so we didn’t have to spend too much money. After a few days, we decided upon Nashville. These little trips always get me excited because of the hotel sex I know that is my future. He always goes out and buys me a sexy outfit to wear one of the nights that we are away, something usually a little more risqué than what I would wear in a place that we may know people. I myself am 5’7″ with 34C boobs and a nice tight ass.



So as we arrive into Nashville, I ask him what the plans for the evening are. He is being secretive and won’t quite let on to what we are doing so my mind wanders.



After we check in, he pulls a small black dress out of his bag and tells me this is what I’ll be wearing for the evening. It is cut down to just above my naval and the hemline is way north of my fingertips. To complete the outfit, he has thigh highs and 4″ heels for me. While I sit there soaking my outfit in, he tells me we’re going to a strip club. Up to this point, I had never been to a strip club, especially not dressed like one of the strippers.



So the cab pulls into the lot of the strip club and we make our way towards the door. My head is all over the place not knowing what to think, especially since I am rather scantily clad.



We make our way in and I quickly order a cocktail. Up on the stage, there is a tall busty brunette doing her routine and I must say I am quite mesmerized. I’ve never really been attracted to women but what she is doing has me in a spell. I finish my first drink pretty quickly and order a second. Already I’m feeling a little buzzed. Staring at this woman, I’m feeling warm between my thighs. That’s when I look over to see my husband adjust his rather visible erection.



I reach over and grab it, asking if he likes what he sees. He nods his head and gives me a deep kiss, with his hand falling on my boob. Not wearing a bra, my rock hard nipples could easily be felt through my dress. The dancer saw the effect she had on us so she made her way over to us after her set. She came over and whispered something in my husband’s ear and then they both looked over at me with a devilish smile.



She then straddled me and rubbed her tits in my face. Never did I think I would be this turned on by a woman but I was soaking wet. She must have sensed it because her hand found its way down to my crotch and onto my clit. It seemed like she was straddling me for an eternity, but as quickly as she came over, she was gone. I looked around the club to find that most of the attention was on me.



My husband got up from his seat and went to go get us more drinks. A business man came over and sat down, saying that was quite the little show. I blushed, seeing he was clearly has turned on as I was. My husband came back and he introduced himself as Tom, a businessman here in town for the night. He seemed like quite a nice guy so we had drinks with him and continued watching the girls on stage. As the liquor started going to my head, I was reminded of my fantasy to be with two men at once. I’ve always wanted to try but never really had a good opportunity.



As we chatted, we found out we were staying in the same hotel. We decided it was a good time to head back to the hotel. When we got back, I was feeling really horny from the events of the evening and the booze, but wasn’t ready to part ways with our new friend. I invited him up to our room for a nightcap.



When we got there, we all sat on our bed. I leaned over and gave my husband a deep passionate kiss and felt his erection begin to grow. I looked in his eyes and he looked back, both knowing what was about to happen. I then leaned over and kissed Tom, grabbing hold of his thick erection. He was no boy that’s for sure. While I stroked him through his pants, my husband reached over and began to play with my tits. He pulled them out and began to suck on them. It felt so good, his tongue swirling around my nipple.



I pulled Tom’s large cock out of his pants and slowly took it into my mouth. It swelled in size as I took it into the back of my throat. I then got on my hands and knees and began to suck him hard. My husband pulled my dress over my ass and began to eat my drenched pussy. He licked me, top to bottom, stopping at my butthole, working his tongue around the outside and down into the middle.



He had never eaten my ass before and it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. He then worked his way back to my clit and I exploded into my first orgasm of the evening. Tom’s cock was quivering in my mouth so I slowed down, to make him last longer. Next I felt my husband line up his cock with my dripping pussy and plunge in. Never before had I had a cock in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time. I felt like a dirty little slut between these two men and I loved it. My husband pulled out of my and moved me so I was straddling Tom. Tom sank his huge member into me and I gasped to accommodate him. He started pistoning in and out of me and I exploded again. Right as I was coming down, I felt the tip of my husband at my ass. He slowly eased into me and stretched me out. Finally I had been double penetrated. I felt so full, full of cock. They began working in and out of me and I could feel them rubbing together through the thin membrane that separated them. I had lost total control while orgasm after orgasm washed over me. I began to feel the men swell inside me and my husband shot his load deep into my ass. Tom slide out from underneath me and shot his massive load on my face.



It was more than I could have ever imagined for my first threesome. Needless to say, I love Nashville now.

Kyle drops me off at my apartment. I am somewhat surprised to see my car back at my house. I’d assumed that not only would Tisha be out all night, but that I’d have to beg her to bring it back to me in the morning since our mother was out of town.



“I heard about what happened with Sean and the guys.” Kyle says and shakes his head.



“I’m a big girl,” I say before getting out. “I can handle myself. Besides, that’s just Sean being Sean from what I gather. And Ian and Luke are his flunkies,” I add with a shrug.



“I would have never done that to your sister.”



“I know.” I don’t know why but I kiss him on the cheek before leaving.



When I get into my apartment I saw Tisha and Kevin sitting on the couch laughing. I am surprised to see him. They are looking at each other. They start kissing and I am shocked.



“Uh…” I murmur to get their attention.



“Hi,” Tisha says nonchalantly. “We’ve been waiting for you.”



“Have you? Kevin, Kyle just left. So why were you waiting for me?” I take a seat in the arm chair.



“I decided to get Sean and his friends back for what they did to me,” Tisha says. “And since I figured you wouldn’t help me I found someone who will.”



I look Kevin over. I sigh, “Sean is a powerful man, his father’s governor or something. He has a lot of pull. Just let it go.”



“I’m not going to let it go.”



“So how are you going to get him back?” I roll my eyes.



“Have him drugged and then fucked… seriously fucked.”



“You’ll never get close enough to him. His circle doesn’t include… people like us,” I say politely.



“Kevin’s going to help me,” she runs her hand through his hair. “He’s my man now.”



“What about Tee?”



“He took care of him,” she says with a smug smirk. “And all he asked for the Sean job is one little thing, less than what it took for the Tee thing.”



“And what did that take?”



“A quick dick suck. It was kinda hard, I mean, he’s hung like a horse! But you already knew that. Yeah, I know all about that night.” She shakes her head, “I guess I’m not really surprised.”



“So what’s this Sean thing going to take?”



“Some ass…YOUR ass.”



I raise an eyebrow, “Excuse me.” I chuckle, “YOU pimp ME out? Ha. That’s funny.” I get up and head to the bathroom to take a shower. “And like you’re better than me. The hood whore is gonna judge me? I don’t think so.”



In my master bathroom I strip out of my clothes and throw them into the hamper before getting into the shower. I hear her attempting to open the locked door as I shower. I laugh to myself. She’s always been a bit high strung and illogical, like I was dumb enough to leave the door open.



“Go away,” I call.



“Open this door,” she demands. She starts banging on the door.



“Stop!”



“Open the damn door!”



“No.”



“Kevin come open the door.”



The banging stops for a minute; then it sounds like the cops are trying to break my door down. I hear Kevin slamming against the door. “Stop it! Stop before you break my door.”



“C’mon Kevin, break it down. Don’t you want that ass? Think about how big and full it is. Don’t you want that pussy? Slam into that ass?”



“Ass… Ass… I want ass…”



“I know you do. So take it. Come on Kevin, take it, for me. Do this for me. Please.”



Within seconds my door flies open, splinters in the corners of the wood. “Stop! Tisha, this is too much!” I protest as I am yanked from the shower.



“Look at those big tits, babe,” Tisha says as she starts to stroke Kevin’s cock through his boxers. She’s standing beside him in a bra and panty set. “Look at that wet pussy.”



“Pussy,” he repeats.



“Tight, wet, and sweet pussy. Don’t you wanna suck those tits, babe?”



“Tits.”



“You’ve got him so hard,” Tisha says as if I can’t see the bulge in his pants. “He can get harder. Can’t you babe? Don’t you wanna see this freak BITCH from the back,” she says harshly while staring me in my eyes. “Kevin, turn her around and give her all of this,” she squeezes his cock.



He steps towards me. I try to rush past him to no avail. He turns me around and grabs me by my arm and hair, pushing me against the vanity. I close my eyes to not see my reflection in the huge mirror. “Tisha,” I whine.



She grabs Kevin’s cock and rubs it against my ass. It grows even more. “You like how that cock feels against that ass? You like how soft that black bubble butt is? Smack it. Mmmmmm. You see how it shakes? Look at it jiggle. Smack that ass again.”



He smacks the shit out of my ass. I scream. He smacks it again and laughs. Again and again. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. When he stops I finally try to catch my breath. “Kevin,” I whimper breathlessly. I feel a hand pull my back up by my hair. “Ahh.”



“What do you want from this slut Kevin?”



“Pussy. I like pussy,” he says giddily.



“Get that dick wet and then shove it up her ass,” Tisha suggests.



Before I know it I’m sitting on the counter of the vanity with my legs spread wide open. Tisha’s sitting behind me and holding my legs open by my knees while Kevin helps her push my legs apart. He lines his cock up with my pussy, still wet from the water of the shower and rubs his stiff horse dick up and down my lips.



“He’s going to split that ass in half,” Tisha whispers in my ear.



Kevin pushes the head of his cock into my pussy. I can feel his monster parting my lips as it struggles to go deeper and deeper. I close my eyes; I can’t bare to see his face as he assaults me. I think back to the last time he was inside of me. I loved it. But it’s embarrassing to have this happen in front of my sister. To know she sold my ass out for her own selfish plot against Sean.



Yes, I hated Sean as well, the way he treated me and would talk about me like I wasn’t there while he and his friends rammed me. The way my body betrayed me every time his cock was inside of my holes. But Kevin was easily manipulated. He was slow. And, now, Tisha is taking advantage of that. I feel sorry for him. But I feel even sorrier for me. He deserves better. I do too.



I place my hands on his chest and brace myself as his cock slides into me, stretching the walls of my pussy. I groan and moan as he pushes further into my hole. The size of his dick and the angle of my body on the counter makes his cock put pressure on my G-spot. I’m immediately turned on.



“Enjoy it while you can,” Tisha tells me.



I can tell she blames me for what happened last week, though I’m not sure why. Kevin pushes my legs further and further apart as he slides in and out of me.



“You like that pussy?” Tisha asks him.



He groans. “Good. Good pussy.”



“Fuck it baby.”



I grit my teeth as he starts to pound harder. “Uhhh… ahhh… Kevin.” My eyes shoot open. “Kevin,” I whine.



“She likes it Kevin. Make her love it. Go deeper.”



“No,” I moan.



“Go ahead,” she encourages. “She wants it. Don’t listen to her. She wants it deep in her stomach.”



“Deep,” he says and pushes all the way into me.



I scream. “AAAHHH FUCK!”



“That’s it babe,” Tisha smiles and places her hands around my mouth. “More. Again.”



He lunges in and out of my pussy, slamming deep with every thrust.



I scream into my sister’s hands. I grip his chest, which only turns him on more. He pounds with lust inside of me. My pussy starts to gush over his cock. I moan with ecstasy.



“You like my boyfriend’s cock in your pussy?” she asks as she takes her hands from my mouth.



“It’s… It’s…”



“Yes…?”



“It’s in my stomach! Oh God, his fucking cock is in my stomach!”



“Stomach!” Kevin hollers. “Deep dick, in stomach.



Tisha moves her hands to my tits and makes them slap together. She shakes and jiggles them. “Look at her titties Kevin. Look at those fat tits slap together. Watch me slap her tits together. You like that babe? You like those big black juggs?”



I open my eyes to find Kevin’s gaze fixated on my bouncing breasts.



“Grab em. Yeah, babe, grab those tits. Make ‘em slap.”



“UNH, UNH, UNH,” he grunts with each thrust as he replaces Tisha’s small hands. He grabs under my tits and slams them together while he pounds my pussy. He manhandles them as he breaks my pussy apart.



“Oh! Oh fuck!” I holler.



“Fuck her Kevin. Make her cum all over your dick. Make her cum.”



“Cum! Cum!”



“No…” I say breathlessly. “Oooh Kevin!”



“Deeper Kevin,” Tisha demands. “Give it to her until she soaks your dick.



“Cum!”



“Make the bitch cover your cock with her juice.”



“CUM. BITCH, CUM.”



“Tell her!”



“Cover cock with cum! Cum!”



“Make her get your cock ready for her ass.”



“ASS! ASS! ASS!”



“You want her ass don’t you?”



“ASS, ASS, ASS!”



“Then tell the bitch to cum.”



“CUM! CUM, BITCH!” he says as he stares into my eyes. He looks wild, like a lust filled mad man.



“Do it, lube his cock with your cream. Do it. Cum all over his prick you whore. Get it ready for your ass.”



“ASS! Ass, TITTIES!” He squeezes my tits.



I’m too exhausted to even scream. My mind is blank as I take his cock beating.



“Tits and PUSSY! Cum! Cum!”



“You heard him Shay, cum!” Tisha says as she moves her fingers to my clit, her other hand wrapped in my hair pulling my head back.



“Tisha! Not there. NO! Oh FUCK… I… I…SHIT!” I can feel it building in my body as Kevin fucks me deep, pressure mounting with each thrust against my G-spot. My pussy swelling, my clit throbbing as Tisha furiously rubs it and bites my neck. I can feel her humping against my ass, her wet pussy soaking through her panties. The sensation of him in my pussy and her against my ass is too much. I pant hard like a dog as I cum all over his thick, monster white cock. “TISHA FUCK!!!”



“YES, YES! That’s it, Shay, cream all over that dick.”



“Kevin, it’s time,” she says.



I barely have time to get myself together before I’m on my feet and turned around, my ass in the air, bent over the vanity once again.



“ASS! I want ass! Give me ass!” Kevin screams like an eager child as he manipulates my body into the desired position.



Tisha scoots forward onto the counter, replacing where I was. She spreads my ass open and spits down the crack of my ass. “Then take it baby.”



Kevin holds my ass open.



Tisha takes his cock in her hand and lines it up. “There you go baby, there’s that sweet brown butt. Take it. Push your cock in it. Fuck it! Cum deep inside it. Rock that ass! Fuck that ass, bust her ass out!”



“Kevin! Kevin!” I yell as his cock stretches my ass hole.



“She loves it Kevin. Give it to her! Fuck her!”



“But…” he hesitates.



“Kevin,” she says sternly, “She is just a toy. Just a fucking fuck toy. You tear her ass apart. You fuck this bitch and you fuck her good. You want to see these tits don’t you? Then fuck her.”



He pushes his cock into my ass inch by inch.



“KEVIN!” I scream. “MY ASS! Please, you’re gonna rip it open!”



“Don’t you stop,” Tisha commands. “That’s it, push it deeper. Push your cock all the way in her ass. Make that ass yours. This is what you wanted.”



“Titties,” he says and I see her bra pass my sight before it hits the floor.



“Yes Kevin, titties. Nice, pert, round, young black tits just for you. And a big black ass for your cock. You like that right?”



“Me like. Me like.”



“This turns you on right?”



“Yes. Yes.” He says as he starts to slowly fuck my ass.



“You like when I play with my tits, don’t you? When I pinch my nipples. If you fuck her ass it will make me cum. You want to see my face when I cum, don’t you baby? I love you, you know. If you love me, you’ll make me cum.”



“Okay,” he says like a pussy whipped puppy.



“Fuck her ass for me Kevin. That’s it. Stroke your cock with her ass.” She reaches down and pushes her panties to the side. She grabs me by the head. “You never did return the favor,” she says, as if I was the one who forced her to eat my pussy during the incident last week. She pushes my face into her pussy by my hair and grinds her sloppy wet cunt on my face. “Yes, yes, that’s it Kevin, fuck that ass. Fuck it baby. Ride that donkey ass. Fuck, you’re turning me on. I’m so fucking wet. Tell me you like that ass.”



“Ass good. Big black ass good.”



“You like it don’t you baby?”



I can’t believe my sister has my face forced in her pussy while this over endowed white man is butt fucking me like a lunatic. She’s creaming all over my face, really getting turned on by pimping me out. I am gripping the counter, trying to take the pain as he palms and slaps my ass, spreading my cheeks for easier access. Taking orders from Tisha on how to rip me a new one.



“Bust it open. Spread those cheeks apart. Give it to her. Pound that ass. Smack it. Spank it. Make it jiggle. Grab those hips and go deeper. Make it come out of her mouth. I want to see you deep up that butt. Fuck her! Oh, baby, yeah. Yeah! YEAH!”



“Fuck her face!”



“You like to see me ride this face. This pretty little slutty face. Anything for you, baby. Make those tits swing.”



He grabs my hips and pounds into my asshole. My tits slam against the counter top with each thrust. I moan and groan into my sister’s young wet pussy.



“Fuck this cum bucket!”



“My balls are tight,” he whines.



“Those balls full of cum?”



“Yeah.”



She moans. “Empty your load on her ass. Shoot it up her ass and all over that booty. Do it for me. Please.”



He starts to pound harder. He grabs my wrists and pulls my arms back. I scream into Tisha’s pussy as she grinds harder and faster on my face, while he slams into my ass using my arms as leverage. I grip my ass, the only thing my hands can get a hold of. Pain shoots through my body and resonates as pleasure in my pussy.



“Do it! Do it!”



“I gonna… I gonna…”



“Yes Kevin! Cum all up and over that black ass. Spray it! Empty your balls. Bust your nut for me. I want to see it. She wants it. She wants it all over her. She wants to be your cum bucket.”



“Cum bucket!” he repeats.



“Yes, she wants to be your cum dump…”



“Cum dump. CUM DUMP!”



“…Your cum whore.”



“CUM WHORE!”



“She needs it. Do it if you love me.”



“I do it! I do it!”



“Yes. Good boy. Good boy. Do it! Do it!”



Kevin pumps once more and then slams into me hard. “AAHH UNNHH!” he hollers as he spews his load in my ass.



“That’s it,” Tisha whine as she cums on my face. “Now blast her ass. I wanna SEE IT! I want to see you paint that ass white.”



I feel his cock slide out of my stretched hole, leaving it gaping as it struggles to tighten again. His sticky, hot, wet cum shoots in streams over my sore, reddened ass.



“That’s it!” Tisha moans as she spasms on my face. “Look at that cum on that ass. Fuck, that’s so sexy Kevin.”



“I did good?”



“You did great,” she says breathlessly. She finally lets my hair go, pushing me back into him. He catches me before I fall, holding me up.



“You can let her ass drop,” she says.



He hesitates.



“Drop her,” she commands.



I’m quickly released and slide to the floor.



“Let’s leave her to her shower,” she says as she slides off the counter. “C’mon baby, I’ll take you home. She’ll be fine. Get your stuff together. I’ll suck you off again; you’d like that wouldn’t you, if I put you to sleep?”



He nods.



“Then go. That’s a boy,” she says as he heads out the door.



She waits for him to leave and then turns to me as I stand up. I shake my head at her. “I don’t believe you. You—”



“You’re either with me or against me,” she says, cutting me off. “I’m going to get him back. I just hope you’re on the right side.”



“And what about Kevin?”



She thinks for a second then smiles a true, genuine sweet smile I hadn’t see lately. “I really do like him.” Her face turns serious again, “But, for now, it’s just business.”

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when Jenny, my 18-year old daughter, came into the room wearing her sweat shorts and tee shirt ready to go to bed after saying good night to her mom and dad. Jenny is a gorgeous little girl and being a former high school tennis player she had, what I call, a slightly over-developed body for her age. She has incredible thighs, 36C breasts just like her mother, a flat tummy, and golden brown hair. She is my princess and I love her with all my heart and soul. Since she turned 18 and started at the local community college I don’t get to see her as much as I used to. So these Friday evening family times were very precious to us.



Jenny walks in, says Hi to her mom, walks over to me and says: “What’s up ‘old man? Hey can we talk about my class trip to Europe dad?”



She sits on my leg but slowly slides into my lap like she has always done. She starts telling me about her day and plans for the next day and any juicy news. On this particular night she spent most of her time talking about why I should pay over ten thousand dollars for her to go to Europe for two months during summer. All the while she is squirming and wiggling and moving around in my lap. She does not sit still. She also knows that her daddy will do anything for her when she sits in his lap and bats her eye lashes and pouts her lips. Even at 18 it works on her dad.



My wife, Jenny’s mother, comes in the room wearing only a long tee shirt and panties and never a bra. This is my favorite outfit on her. She sits down on the couch opposite to us and proceeds to watch TV. A few minutes later she is more into watching the daddy-daughter interaction than the TV. My hands slowly stroke Jenny’s hair as my other hand slides around her waist and rests on her cute tummy. I involuntarily pull Jenny towards me. She snuggles into my lap deeper. I can feel her round butt in my lap and her whole body on me. Jenny loves to rest her head on my shoulders while I am contemplating a decision for her or she wants to be extra sweet to me.



As I have my small talk with Jenny she gets comfortable in daddy’s lap with little squirming, a bit of wiggling and some snuggling into me. My hand caresses her tummy, her gorgeous white thighs and just about any part of her body daddy feels need caressing. I look over to my wife to see if she has any opinion on her Europe trip but instead I see her having a flustered look on her. She looks all worked up. Her hand is snug between her legs pressing gently and she is slowly opening and closing her legs. She bites her lower lip a few times and I realized that she is getting turned on watching our baby girl sitting in her daddy’s lap. I smiled at her and got “oh daddy I love you” look back from my wife. Coincidently, just then, Jenny softly turns around, looks at me and says:



“I love you daddy.”



Did she notice her mother’s reaction? Did she somehow understand her mother’s unspoken words of lust towards her husband? Those words out of Jenny’s mouth simply melted my heart and made my cock harder.



I was nervous but I wanted to do more with Jenny. Show her how much I love and care about her. I also wanted to test my theory about my wife and started to take it a bit further and asked Jenny if she was enjoying sitting in daddy’s lap just like old times. Jenny said that she always loved sitting in daddy’s lap and that it makes her feel comfortable and real good. She looked back at me smiled.



Jenny: “Daddy I love you daddy.” and kissed my cheek. I said:



Me: “I love you too pumpkin,” and gave her a peck and then a kiss on the lips.



Jenny: “Oh that was a good kisses daddy.” And she giggled.



Me: “Only for my baby girl. And if you are a good girl, daddy will give you kisses like that every day.”



When I looked over at my wife hoping that she really enjoyed this additional interaction between daddy and daughter, I was surprised to see that her tee shirt was almost up to her crotch, and her legs were slightly open and her hand was pressed up against her pussy. Also her cleavage and half of left breast was almost exposed and hard nipples sticking out. She probably fondled them when I was talking to Jenny. Seeing my wife getting all worked up while watching Jenny wiggle and squirm in daddy’s lap made me very hard and it painfully pressed against my shorts. I am pretty sure that at this point Jenny could probably feel something hard and large poking her underneath but she didn’t say anything.



I continued to talk with Jenny and let my hands roam around her sweet body while keeping a sharp eye on my wife. She now had put a light soft throw over her knees so she would not accidentally expose herself to Jenny. However I could tell by the movement under it that my wife probably had her hand inside her panties and was rubbing herself fast and hard. Her eyes were slightly open and she was looking in our direction, her lips were quivering and she was breathing heavy. After about 10 minutes of intense workup my wife got up and went up to our bedroom. By this time, Jenny had already wiggled so much in my lap that I had a wet spot on my shorts, her shorts and panties were bunched up on one side and she was breathing heavy as was I. I kissed Jenny hard on her cheeks and neck and I walked her up to her room. We stood in her room facing each other. I gave her a tight hug that lasted over two minutes. My full body including my raging hard-on was pressed against her. I told her that she is an amazing baby girl and that she is daddy’s princess. After I heard, ‘I love you dad, you are awesome” from Jenny, I looked deep into her eyes and then gave her a kiss on her lips with our bodies still connected. After about a minute of me kissing her sweet gorgeous pink lips I looked into her eyes and whacked her cute butt a couple times and we both laughed. After I put Jenny to bed, I went to my bedroom where I found my wife standing there looking at me with the sexiest look I have ever seen. She was wearing a large tee shirt and no panties or no bra. She had let her hair down. I could see her hard nipples poking out of her thin tee shirt material. The room had a certain smell of sex all around.



Wife: So did you tuck Jenny in? Was she okay?



Me: Yes she is okay. She is a good girl.



Wife: Oh she is a very good girl I just lover her to death. Our angel. But she is a daddy’s girl first and foremost.



Me: She is a cutie pie. But you know how girls are. They adore their dads. I love her honey she is my princess.



Wife: Yes I know Mark. She loves sitting in your lap and wiggling that ass of hers for sure, and you seem to not complain. (Gleaming eyes, big smile)



Me: Are you jealous? Do you want to sit in daddy’s lap too?



Wife: (Serious looking) Yeah I do daddy. Are you going to disappoint your baby girl daddy or are you going to have her sit in your lap right now?



Me: (Looking deep into my wife’s eyes I give her a big grin and my cock is now raging hard) I am one never to disappoint my baby girl. Come here sweetie, come sit in daddy’s lap.



I removed my boxers, kept my tee shirt on and sat down on the chair. My wife smiled and walked up to me. She lifted her large tee shirt up around her waist exposing her sexy tight around ass and smooth pussy and sat down in my lap facing her back to me just like Jenny was earlier. She started wiggling her butt in my lap and calling me big daddy and giggling like a schoolgirl. I was getting harder feeling my wife’s hot ass on my cock. She lifted herself up from my lap long enough to put her own hands under her butt spread them wide and sit back down onto daddy’s cock. As my fat cock slid inside her tight crack, a moan escaped from her mouth and mine at the same time. She kept saying,



“I love you daddy” as she continued to wiggle her ass in my lap.



My thick cock was nicely snug in the crack of her ass and it felt great. The rubbery swollen tip of my cock was poking her ass hole and my balls were pressed up against her wet pussy gushing juices. My mind kept going back and forth between images of my wife and Jenny. I’d close my eyes and imagine its my sweet princess Jenny and then switch back to my wife just as I was about to cum. I couldn’t take it anymore I pushed my wife off of me, took my tee shirt off while she jumped into bed. That night she kept calling me ‘daddy’ and I fucked her at least for an hour before we fell asleep.

This story is a transsexual fantasy.







What if it were possible for a hypnotic therapy, in this case we’ll call it deblock therapy to allow the mind to become truly self actualizing and coherent and in so doing unleash the full force of what is called the law of attraction allowing the mind to co-create what it most desires?



Where might that lead?



In this story one such possibility is explored………



“Imagine starting to believe in yourself and your infinite possibilities. Imagine believing you deserve everything you want out of life. Imagine getting everything you want out of life.



Once you apply the ‘Law of Attraction’ everything is possible.”



My name is, or should I say was, James (now Jamie), and there I was, a 30 year old guy, who was a virgin, sharing a New York, rent controlled apartment with a 25 year old lesbian, Ashley, and she was a hot looking lesbian at that.



Ashley, although a lesbian had started to help me explore my feminine side, and it was becoming clearer to me with each passing day that Ashley was starting to fall in love with me as a woman.



I had mixed feelings about this because although from the moment I laid eyes on Ashley I fell for her, I felt that in the end our relationship could only ever be a disappointment to Ashley as I was not a biological woman.



Then in a surprise gesture Ashley had paid for a very expensive therapy for me called deblock therapy, and this therapy was supposed to help me realize my true potential, and indeed my art had suddenly become much more inspired, and soon an exhibition of my work would be shown pushing me onto the international stage.



Strangely, physical changes had started occurring to my body giving me a much more feminine appearance, and Ashley had recently capitalized on this getting me a job working as a waitress with her as a female.



Now as I was working as a waitress, spending time in the apartment with Ashley and preferred to paint in feminine attire I was actually spending more time in female form than male.



But it was in male attire that I went to a doctor’s appointment that morning, particularly conscious of my rapidly growing breasts under my shirt.



As soon as I was led into the office, I exposed my breasts to the doctor, who I had known for a long time.



“Look at these Bill,” I said, “they have been growing a few weeks now.”



“Hmmm…. They are quite beautiful aren’t they?” Bill commented, “Can I touch, just professional curiosity of course.”



As Bill felt my left breast, my nipple hardened automatically. “Well I see they are fully functional,” he said.



“Ok, let me take some blood tests and urine tests, and I will get back to you,” Bill said.



For the next few minutes I provided blood and urine samples to the nurse, and left.



That evening, as usual while Jeff was away we were joined by Ashley’s bisexual friend Jackie. Jackie loved to get eaten out by Ashley and myself, and showed her appreciation by returning the favor to Ashley and giving me a blow job.



So there I was flat on my back, being taken to heaven by the magic of Jackie’s expert mouth on my dick while I took long loving tastes of Ashley’s pussy with my long tongue. Ashley was writhing about on top of me and her pussy was very wet filling my nose and mouth with the smell and taste of sex.



Somehow Jackie was able to keep me on the edge of orgasm for prolonged periods without me actually coming whilst Ashley was coming in waves of orgasms one after another.



Finally I came strongly in Jackie’s mouth and she somehow managed to swallow it all, after which I lovingly ate Jackie’s pussy, bringing her to orgasm.



As we all lay exhausted on the bed, Ashley said, “That was incredible I just came nine times.”



“Hmmmm….”, Jackie said, “Jamie is certainly very talented with her tongue, I think we should reward her.”



At this Jackie and Ashley each took one of my tits in their mouths and started to suckle them.



As Jackie was suckling my left nipple, she stopped for a moment and said, “Jamie’s breasts are almost the size of a young woman’s now, and they look incredible.”



“Yes they do,” replied Ashley, “I am very pleased with them.”



“Look at how her nipples are so hard,” Ashley continued, “her tits are very sensitive.”



“You know what I would like to see?” Jackie asked.



“What?” Ashley and I asked in unison.



“I would like Jeff to cum all over Jamie’s beautiful tits, so I could lick it off them.”



“Euww,” said Ashley, “that’s gross.”



“I know it’s not your thing,” said Jackie, “but could you let Jeff and I have Jamie some time to indulge my fantasies.”



“Of course,” said Ashley, “we’re all friends here.”



I couldn’t understand why Jackie was asking Ashley for permission to use my body, but for some reason I liked the idea.



The following day I had a meeting with my artistic agent Annabel, about the upcoming exhibition of my art, which if successful would be shown nationally.



I arrived to see a very masculine looking guy leaving Annabel’s office as I arrived, the guy looked really pissed to me.



As I entered her office there was a question in my eyes, and Annabel answered my unspoken question saying, “I just broke up with him, he is a jerk, but I am a succor for a muscular physique.”



Annabel and I shared history, and was the only woman I had been on a date with that was still in my life. Like some other women I had had a date with, she had pointed out that I was not manly enough for her, even a bit effeminate. However in this case she had said that she understood it was my nature, and did not hold it against me, for that reason we still remained friends.



As I was reflecting on what Annabel had said, she suddenly interrupted my thoughts, saying, “I was thinking that maybe I should try somebody like you.”



“What!” I replied, “but you always said I was not manly enough.”



“That’s the funny part,” said Annabel, “you always did look like a pretty boy, but recently you look even more feminine, and that is what I now find attractive. I have always been bi curious, and while I never did more than kiss a girl in high school, I clearly appreciate an attractive female body, but of course I crave cock.”



There was something almost predatory about the way Annabel was talking that I found almost intimidating, but I quickly put this idea out of my mind as we planned my exhibition, two months in advance.



I had no vehicle myself so that day and so Ashley came to pick me up. I saw the signs of unmistakable attraction between Ashley and Annabel, and as we left Annabel gave Ashley her number, imploring Ashley to give her a call sooner rather than later.



Jeff returned from his business trip, which unfortunately brought Jackie’s nightly visits to an end and I resigned myself to not getting my nightly blow job. A few days later however I was surprised to learn that Jeff (my male role model), wanted Ashley and myself to come over and join Jackie and himself for some fun, as he called it. He also made it clear that he wanted me to come over as Jamie.



My initial reaction was to be angry at Jackie for telling Jeff about my feminine persona, but when I thought about it I realized that in any state of undress, the increasing size of my tits would be immediately obvious.



Ashley immediately agreed to us joining Jackie and Jeff, saying it was the least we could do for having the pleasure of Jackie’s company over the previous two weeks, and as I fondly remembered Jackie’s blow jobs, I could hardly disagree. So it was agreed that we meet up with Jackie and Jeff that evening.



That afternoon I got a call from Bill, my doctor, about my preliminary blood and urine tests.



First he assured me that I did not have any critical health problem, and then explained to me that what I had was a hormonal imbalance called ‘estrogen dominance’ explaining to me that both women and men could produce estrogen. He told me that while the estrogen levels I had in my body were uncommon for men it was certainly not unheard of and that further tests would be done on my samples to try to establish the underlying cause.



“In the meantime what do I do?” I asked.



“Well judging by the way your hardening nipples suggested you were becoming aroused when I touched them,” he said, “I would enjoy your beautiful tits while you have them.”



That evening Ashley dressed us both in matching short white sundresses, and paid extra attention to my makeup and styling my hair, we also wore matching strappy white shoes with 4″ heels.



On arriving at Jackie and Jeff’s apartment Jeff was amazed about how I looked.



“You make a shit hot girl Jamie,” he said, “like that you and Ashley look like twins.”



After a few drinks we retired to Jeff and Jackie’s bedroom where Jackie explained what she wanted to happen. Jeff had a fantasy where he wanted to see two lesbians and a shemale together, explaining that she wanted me to fuck her while I ate out Ashley.



It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to get to fuck Jackie, not just have her give me a blow job, but actually fuck her.



When we were all naked Jackie pushed me on the bed and then took my dick into her glorious mouth, and as she did this, Ashley covered my mouth with her now wet pussy. Looking over to where Jeff was sitting I saw the look of lust in his eye as he was slowly jacking himself watching us together.



Now that I was getting nice and hard, Jackie let my cock out of her mouth and prepared to mount my dick, at this point Ashley was already coming from the insistent flicks of my tongue on her clit and in her love hole.



Now Jackie slowly began to tease the head of my dick by rubbing the lips of her pussy against it, and then she started to ease my dick inside her. At that moment it felt like I was in heaven, my first experience of being inside a hot, wet, pulsating pussy. At that moment I was no longer a virgin.



I had been worried about my performance but I needn’t have as it turned out. In that position on my back Jackie was in total control of our fucking and she was expertly riding my cock keeping me at the verge of orgasm without me coming. Also as if I needed turning on any more Ashley’s insistent pussy, on my face ensured that I had to concentrate on eating her out and had no time to reflect on any insecurities I might have had about it being my first time.



Now I became aware that Jackie and Ashley were kissing each other passionately, their pert breasts pushed against each other, as their love holes were filled respectively by my dick and tongue. Knowing this only served to make me harder inside Jackie making me even more sensitive to the feel of her wonderful pussy.



After both Jackie and Ashley had come twice, Jeff who had been slowly wanking himself all this time as he watched us cried out, “I’m about to cum,” and Jackie dutifully removed my dick from her and went over to the edge of the bed, to finish Jeff off in her mouth.



Then as Ashley continued to ride my face with her pussy, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jeff came inside Jackie’s talented mouth and Jackie swallowed all his cum.



Once Jackie had completely licked Jeff’s dick dry, I expected her to return and finish me off the way she had Jeff, but Jackie had other ideas. She got on her hands and knees and wanted me to fuck her doggie style while she ate out Ashley.



Now I became a bit worried about my performance again as this time I would be in charge of the fucking rather than Jackie, but Jackie was very understanding and did all that she could to put me at my ease. Firstly she put her hand behind her taking my rock hard dick and putting it inside her dripping snatch.



Then as I eased inside her wonderful passage I found that Jackie was able to help me with fucking her by rhythmically backing onto my dick. She encouraged me saying, “Just take it nice and slow Jamie, let me set the rhythm,” then, “hmmm, that feels delicious.”



Once Jackie was satisfied that I was comfortable fucking her, she got to work taking loving tastes of Ashley’s pussy, causing Ashley to thrash about. Jeff, despite having been drained of cum only minutes earlier, was already beginning to harden again being so turned on by the sight unfolding before his eyes.



Fucking Jackie was incredible but for some reason I didn’t feel in any way manly. I was crying out in my new girly voice and as I reached down to take Jackie’s pert tit in my hand, I was well aware of my own developing tits rubbing against her back.



Looking at Jeff as I fucked Jackie, it was clear that he also saw nothing masculine in me as he watched a beautiful girl fucking his girlfriend while his girlfriend ate out her lesbian play mate. Then finally after both Jackie and Ashley had several multiple orgasms, I came hard inside Jackie flopping exhausted onto the bed.



Jackie however was not done with me and lay back on the bed insisting that I clean up my own cum from inside her by sucking her cunt clean and as I did this Ashley rode Jackie’s face to another orgasm as Jackie herself writhed about under my tongue.



By this time Jeff was rock hard again from watching us and I was hard again from sucking my own cum out of Jackie’s cunt.



Ashley exhausted, now took a break, and now Jackie wanted to be spit roasted by Jeff and myself. Jeff knelt before Jackie’s face on the bed and Jackie took his large dick into her mouth again whilst I pushed back inside Jackie’s warm pussy again, grabbing her left tit as I fucked her.



As Jackie was getting fucked at both ends, my eyes wandered over to Ashley who was vigorously rubbing her clit as she watched us together. Then after Jackie had had two orgasms, Jeff announced he was ready to cum and Jackie pulled his cock out of her mouth and had me ease out of her and kneel in front of Jeff, then grabbing his big dick in her hand she vigorously wanked him until he came all over my tits.



As the hot cum landed on my pert breasts I heard Ashley crying out as she came over watching the scene in front of her. And after cleaning up Jeff’s dick in her mouth Jackie proceeded to lap the cum off my breasts, my nipples hard and standing to attention as she teased them with her tongue.



Then after she had finished cleaning up my tits she Jackie moved down to my still rock hard dick, taking it into her mouth, and as she did this, Jeff hard again from her cleaning his dick and watching Jackie lap his cum off my breasts pushed into Jackie’s waiting pussy as she sucked me off.



Now Ashley wanted to get back into the action again and pushed her pussy in my face, offering it up to my tongue. Then as Jeff fucked Jackie, who sucked me off, who ate out Ashley, we all came together in unison.



That night, Ashley and I curled up together exhausted in Jeff and Jackie’s spare bedroom.



Ashley whispered, “You know something?”



“What,” I replied.



“At first, I was pretty disgusted at the idea of getting cum all over your breasts and Jackie licking it off, I mean I would never want cum on my breasts and certainly would never want to lick it off. However seeing your tits get sprayed with cum and Jackie licking it off you really turned me on, even the way you fuck turns me on, it is so girly.”



That night I fell asleep very contentedly, knowing how much I could turn on my beautiful Ashley.



The next morning as we ate omelets together Jeff was full my praises saying what a beautiful woman I made and how sexy I was.



He was saying, “You know, I always thought you were a nice guy, very shy but a nice guy, but as a girl you are one hot chic, so fucking sexy it’s amazing, and you certainly made a big hit with Jackie. I mean I am not sure I would like Jackie to fuck another guy but with you it’s different, I don’t see you as a guy at all anymore.



I mean with your tits, your long hair, your rounded ass, your smooth unblemished skin, even your face and features seemed to have softened and become feminine, when you are naked I see a dick but I still see you as all woman. And don’t take this the wrong way but it’s a dramatic improvement.



I mean I always thought you were a nice guy like I said, but you didn’t really cut it as a man, your whole demeanor was too effeminate, as a girl you are a hot piece of ass though, I think all along that being a woman was your destiny.”



Then Jackie came in, “When I got to know you as Jamie I wanted to fuck you, something I have not felt with a guy since I met Jeff, I have sucked some of Jeff’s friends off in front of him, and some of my bisexual female friends have sucked him off, so sucking you off was no big deal.



But as for fucking you, I wanted Jeff to be ok with it and have him there. I told him about you and said that you were a shemale, and he could decide if he was ok with it. As soon as I saw the way he looked at you as Jamie, I knew it was ok.”



Finally it was time to leave and Ashley and I said our goodbyes and returned to our apartment.



The following day, working my shift as a waitress I could not help thinking about what Jeff and Jackie had said to me. For 30 years as a guy, I had had no luck whatsoever with women and had resigned myself to dying a virgin.



Now after a few months of opening myself to my feminine side, I got to eat pussy every night had received several blow jobs, and had just had the type of sex that many people only dream about, sometimes life was very hard to understand.



The only thing for certain was that I felt much happier in my own skin, although nowadays it felt very much a female skin. Yet I liked the clothes, the feminine way I walked, my new mannerisms, my gentle female voice. Working as a waitress, I liked my pretty uniform with the short skirt and high heels, displaying my long unblemished legs and getting looks of desire from men and quite a few women.



That night as I returned to our apartment I was feeling really good about myself. Then I discovered that Annabel was there with Ashley. I suddenly thought “oh fuck, she can see me in my waitress uniform,” but as Ashley introduced Annabel to me, as Jamie, it was clear that she didn’t recognize me.



Ashley continued, “Of course you know Jamie already.”



“I do?” Annabel replied.



“Well you see her regularly about her art work,” Ashley said in an amused tone.



Now Annabel took a closer look at me and suddenly it clicked.



“James?” she said hesitantly, “Christ, you’re beautiful.”



Ashley then said, “It’s funny, Annabel came here with 2 proposals for me:



1. That I help feminize so you can promote yourself as a female artist



2. That you in your feminized form and I become her lesbian lovers”



“As for the first,” Ashley said, “I think that you would agree Annabel that the task has been accomplished?”



“Fuck yes,” said Ashley, “she literally takes my breath away.”



“As for that second,” Ashley continued, “Well Annabel needs a cock and I need pussy, and I am sure you would not say no to getting sucked and fucked Jamie.”



Annabel went on to explain how all this had come about, it had all arisen when she began to notice my gradually evolving feminine look and mannerisms and this had got her thinking along two lines.



My art clearly came across as being feminine in nature and it appeared incongruous to have a male painter, and Annabel had come to believe it would be easy to feminize me for public appearances.



Her other thought was to fondly remember her lesbian experiences as a student, and with me feminized she could get both female look and cock at the same time. Seeing the beautiful Ashley arrive to pick me up had clinched the deal, with Annabel thinking she could have both cock and pussy and 2 women, but she had never imagined that I could look so good.



“You haven’t seen the best of it yet,” Ashley declared, “wait till you see Jamie naked.”



Soon we were in Ashley’s bedroom, and it was with a sense of great anticipation that Annabel waited for me to strip off my clothes, Ashley and Annabel were already naked.

It had been an enjoyable and undeniably ‘interesting’ day, but being without her man around, her mind – and body – had ‘wandered’ a little more than usual!



Dawn was lying on the bed — naked, apart from a light bathrobe. This was their holiday home in the countryside where they were a week into their annual vacation, and both of them had begun to wind down somewhat and enjoy things at their own pace. Alex was a little less unwound in that he had been attending to some business matters for the last couple of days, so Dawn was left to her own devices. He had arrived back a short while ago and was in the shower as she lay mulling over the day’s events, wondering how, or indeed whether, she should tell him anything – maybe even think about incorporating some of it into their rather ‘imaginative’ love-life.



The house was quite large, and there was just the two of them, so they could really stretch out and fill the space, in marked contrast to their comfortable, but compact, city apartment. Their bedroom was on the ground-floor, but elevated above the level of the garden at the rear, over which they had a wonderful view. Mainly areas of grass and trees, with a pond and some nicely laid-out flower-beds, the whole thing framed in a sleepy backdrop of rolling meadows and gentle hills in the distance. It was a fairly isolated spot, but it suited their need to get away from it all for a bit.



In the bedroom there was a large bay-window that Dawn could open and lean out of, taking in the view and the scents and sounds of this idyllic little hideaway of theirs.



The only other person around during the day was very much a stranger. He was José their new gardener. A handsome, if somewhat rough-looking, young Hispanic guy whose attitude to work was somewhat ‘variable’. He seemed to need frequent breaks, and, as it turned out, distractions, to get him through his working day. At odd moments during the afternoon Dawn had found herself straying again towards the open window and watching José. He was tall, had shoulder-length curly black hair, gorgeous eyes, a beautifully-sculpted muscular body and a semi-permanent bulge in his jeans! When he took off his shirt to mow the grass or do some other heavy work, she was drawn to observe those taut sweat-beaded muscles in action. She told herself it was ‘the artist in her’ that made her admire his form so much, but the fact that she would watch discreetly from behind the edge of the curtains, and that she frequently found she was stroking her rapidly wettening pussy as she did so, rather gave the lie to that little rationalisation!



Dawn was an attractive, very sexual woman. Looking younger than her 45 years, and with quite an appetite for the unusual — and risky — when it came to love-making. Her boyfriend Alex was a good deal older than her… on the surface conventional, and at times even reserved in his outlook, but he was never slow to reveal a fiery, passionate and imaginative nature when she was around! Their desires were very much complementary. Their love-life was certainly an interesting one!



She had thought her observing of José was going unnoticed, at least until yesterday, when she had her suspicions, and then again this afternoon, when, to her shock and delight she saw that he was taking up positions to sit that were hidden from the driveway and the immediate neighbours, but in full view to her at the bedroom window.



His reading material, which up until then she had assumed was just some kind of silly celebrity magazines, were now being unsubtly brandished in her direction while he had this lascivious grin on his face. There was absolutely no doubt about it, he was having fun with porn!



Yesterday he had — quite casually — let his hand drop between his legs and start scratching himself.. Well, that quickly developed into a very slow deliberate massage of his crotch and the visibly expanding bulge in his jeans! ‘He must surely know that she can see all this? Is it a little teasing game he is playing? Or is it just the behaviour of a very horny youth who needs regular sexual relief and is not too bothered who sees him getting it? He does know Alex is not around today… does he think he can chance his luck with me?’



This afternoon’s performance proved to her beyond any doubt that she was indeed the intended audience for his sex-play!



She had even got to know when his usual rest-breaks would take place, and she would situate herself accordingly. Today is Friday, so at least José wouldn’t be around over the next couple of days and Alex would be. That would surely get her back on a more even keel?



She caught herself wondering, with more than a hint of jealousy, which young whore would be having him over the weekend? He must have a girlfriend. Maybe more than one. He looked like that kind of guy. This sort of thinking set alarm-bells ringing for her. At some level she obviously had plans for him! Hmmmm….worrying!!



She did feel a little uncomfortable about having this lustful peeping habit with a guy half her age, and who was a complete stranger, but then again she realised that that was mostly what made it fun for her. In any case, Alex knew about her little flirtations, and was, for the most part, accommodating.



So, here she is, mid-afternoon, standing behind the curtains to one side of the window, her robe opened and her stroking already finding moisture in anticipation. Here he is! Her heart misses a beat, then thumps rapidly in her chest with the sheer wantonness of it all! He slumps down on one of the wooden benches near the pond. Legs wide apart in that macho way that young guys seem to love exaggerating. Pointing himself at the bedroom window, he puts down the magazines, a few bottles of beer and a pack of cigarettes. He opens the beer and takes a good long swig of it. Lights a cigarette and blows out the smoke with a contented sigh. ‘Not much more work getting done by him today’, she thought.



He flicks through one of the well-thumbed magazines until he comes to a double-page spread that is obviously a favourite of his. He looks long and hard at it, then shakes his head slowly and blows through pursed lips.



She was not prepared for what happened next… He starts massaging his crotch, but this time he soon gets to undoing the zip on his jeans and letting out his glorious cock! She is transfixed! It is growing in length and girth by the second…. It is truly magnificent! He slowly pulls back the foreskin to reveal such a shining, bulbous, throbbing beauty. She loves Alex’s cock, especially when he is deep-throating her, but this young man’s pride and joy somehow seems to have a special attraction. She just can’t take her eyes off it! There and then she decided – sooner or later she must have it!



He begins to get down to work, masturbating himself with long, slow, lingering strokes, then faster and more fiercely. Occasionally he glances up to where she is with such a look of ache and wanting. ‘Oh my God! He surely can’t see me? Maybe not, but he seems pretty sure I am here!’



What happens next, takes her completely by surprise.



Without a thought or hesitation, she takes one step forward, drops her robe to floor and places her nakedness in the centre of the window! For those last few seconds before he shoots his load into the air, all he is looking at is her gorgeous pendulous breasts and dripping wet pussy! Oh boy! She has really done it now!!



Alex arrived back no more than 30 minutes later, by which time she was still decidedly flushed and flustered – even after taking a shower and trying her best to pretend it had been ‘just a normal day’.



As soon as she gave him a ‘welcome home’ hug, he could feel it. There was a tension, a sweating, a distinct vibration about her that he recognised straight away. ‘What HAVE you been up to, Darling?’ he asks cheekily.



‘Oh God, is it that obvious?’



‘Well, I don’t really know what ‘it’ is, but yes it is very obvious’.



‘You go shower, Love… I’ll get you up to speed when you’re done.’



‘OK… can’t wait!’ He grins in that ‘little boy’ way that he does…



While she is waiting, she gets out one of her favourite toys… a recent acquisition. It is a really thick and anatomically accurate Silicone vibrator. All the veins and squidgy ribs and bumps you would expect…you could really imagine this was a live penis! It had continuously adjustable speeds and movements…and it could reach places, and behave in ways, that a real cock couldn’t. She had started experimenting with it in her ass, and found that a huge turn-on. She went through to the guest bathroom and washed herself out thoroughly and got herself lubed and ready for some hot anal action!



The next part was something of a set-piece, with variations she added as the situation demanded. They had been together long enough now to know each other’s tastes and needs, and so nothing was going to be too much of a shock. However, she always was especially seductive when she was trying to ‘sell’ a new, and in this case, much more adventurous sex game.



When Alex emerged from his shower, and having dried and fragranced himself, he was greeted with a powerful sight! Dawn at her best. – doing the kind of thing that sexually provocative daughters and girlfriends have perfected so well – special heavy-duty seduction and persuasion…whether it is to get an increase on their allowance or a late-night pass, or, as in this case, the go-ahead to indulge in the most daring sexual scenario they had engaged in so far! They had talked and fantasised about involving a third-party in their games, but never crossed the line into actually doing it. Would this be the one to break the boundary?



She was draped on the bed, legs apart, wearing those white sheer stockings that were his favourite turn-on. Just enough make-up on to take her natural good looks into a new zone of beauty and ultra-sexiness!



Once she had said her piece, Alex’s immediate reaction was not clear-cut. He was very good at feigning anger and disapproval when it was part of one of their ‘scenes’, and she hadn’t quite learned how to read him so accurately that she could be sure of what he was feeling. He did look and sound angry and VERY possessive. She always loved the possessive bit!



Finally he spoke: ‘OK, let’s run with it, Darling!. Is ‘lover-boy’ still around out there?’



‘Oh yes… I don’t think wild horses would drag him away… until he gets his dessert!’, she giggled.



‘OK, Babe… you get yourself over to the open window…. lean your elbows on the ledge and let it all hang out. You are looking like dynamite!’



‘Yes Sir!’ ..she gives him a mock salute.



‘Call him up to the window…. swing those tits and hips of yours…. make it hard for him to walk straight’, he chuckled.



She positions herself., elbows on the broad window-ledge, head and breasts projecting out on display, while her arched back thrusts her cunt and ass into the bedroom at Alex. She takes a couple of deep breaths. The cool evening air smells so good, and the gentle breeze against her hanging breasts sends a pulse of excitement through her entire body.



‘José! Come here a minute – I’ve got something for you!’…



José looked up from his semi-drunken fantasies. He looked startled, but he sure didn’t need to be asked twice! He walked as quickly and straight as his erection would allow, over the grass and up the few cement steps to bring himself close to, and level with, Dawn’s face.



She grinned at him nervously, suppressing a giggle, not sure what to say now, as she was waiting for Alex to make the first move.



It didn’t take long. He appeared behind her, pressed hard up against her rump, with the vibrator in his right hand.



José recoiled, and for a moment it looked like they had blown it… but no.



Alex, with a quiet, but very authoritative voice, simply said: ‘It’s alright amigo… we can share her…. OK?’



José nodded enthusiastically. For a moment you could see him trying to work out if this was a trick and he was about to have his balls blown off, or something equally excruciating, but he quickly got the idea and started his advances on Dawn from the front, while Alex was getting ready to do some serious business on her rear.



While José is poised over her eager breasts and waiting mouth, Alex is rubbing his hands all over her butt-cheeks and probing between her legs, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he encounters the major wetness.



José is still acting as if he can not believe his good fortune! But yes, it’s true! This sexy girl is being offered up to him like a plate of meat, and he sure isn’t going to turn down such a feast!



Alex switches on the vibrator. He hands it to Dawn to adjust it to her favourite speed and sensation. She gets there instantly, knowing just the right pitch and feel for her. Then Alex takes it and begins sliding it round the sensitive rim of her already lubed ass hole.



‘Ohhh yess!! That is so good!’, she purrs. He gently and gradually probes the quivering entrance, and within a short time she feels her sphincter relax and let the throbbing glistening Silicone cock deep inside her. Now she is really moaning and squirming with lust and pleasure, and this acts as a Green Light to José to start his end of the deal.



He is grinning lecherously at her… stroking her breasts with the palms of his hands, tweaking and fondling her exquisite nipples – quite tenderly at first, then much more roughly when he sees that she is so turned on by it. The tip of his shiny cock is already moist with pre-cum, and he begins rubbing it against her nipples and between her cleavage. She is immediately transported into paroxysmal spasms in her cunt – writhing inside, aching to be fucked. He then begins to work on her mouth. She licks her lips slowly and gives him such a dirty come-on look! He responds by running his finger over them, bending towards her and pushing his tongue into her mouth. She kisses him passionately. She is French-kissing a total stranger and practically begging him to face-fuck her! She can not believe it!



After what seemed like ages, he finally stops the kissing, which she would normally want to go on and on, but right now she is just dying to feel his massive cock deep inside her mouth and throat. She grabs it and pulls it to her lips, sucking in the head and taking in the smell and taste and feel of it. It is an electric moment! She kisses the tip, flicks and teases it with her tongue, before settling into sucking it in earnest. She almost makes him come, so she slows down and pushes herself further towards him, moaning and rolling her half-closed eyes, encouraging him to push it deeper and deeper in her mouth. Now it is in all the way, and she gags with the sheer size of it.



Suddenly she feels a thump in her rear and it is Alex thrusting his rock-hard cock into her cunt. It is as though he is sending a message to José that this is a huge privilege he is getting to be allowed to do what he is doing, and that the important thing for him to remember is that Dawn belongs to Alex! She loves that! She always gets so excited to feel possessed, controlled and used by him. She knows he loves her very much, and she trusts him completely. She also knows he will never hurt her and always protects her, which makes her feel safe in getting him to do this kind of stuff.



And now she is a writhing, moaning, squealing, cumming mess! Every orifice is filled, stretched and stimulated to the max. As if to emphasise his ownership, Alex is using his cock and the vibrator in a kind of pincer movement grasping a hold on her ass and cunt, and making her feel things so intensely it’s like she is going to burst! In fact, she has already burst several times, and the waves and spasms still keep on and on!



They are behaving together like some kind of uncontrollable wild animal! All their colliding and overlapping desires and passions rolled into one writhing, panting mass of lusting flesh!



Finally, with a roar, José comes!….flooding her mouth and throat with huge spurts of his juices. She swallows and sucks and licks every last drop of it. Savouring the taste and feel and smell of it… He strokes her lips and cheeks with his still dripping cock-head as he finally withdraws, then slowly traces a glistening wet path with it all over her breasts and nipples.. They exchange a deep smile that only comes when a man and woman have shared such moments.



As this is happening, Alex continues to piston hard into both of her rear holes.



As she looks back over her shoulder at him rutting her like a deer, the added tension of this twist of her torso amplifies the voluptuous sensations. Urging him on with every squeal and moan, she is fascinated by the look in his eyes. At once full of raw lust for her, they are shot through with a fierce challenge to the man who has been enticed into violating her. In that moment she is the meat in the sandwich, caught between these primitive forces. She has never felt so alive — so much the focus for men’s needs and passions.



Wild eyes wide open, panting deep and fast, frothy cum seeping through her teeth and lips, more cum dripping down her inner thighs and legs, she can feel, smell and touch the juices of ‘her men’mixed inextricably with her own intimate fluids. She has been completely overwhelmed, but at the same time has had them both at her mercy..



The competing emotions running through her grunt a command: ‘Go!!’



They separate from her like spacecraft – pulling back into their individual voids.



She is fully herself again. Enjoying the spoils – claiming her erotic wholeness.



Destroyed, yet now remade. Untouched, yet feeling everything!

Chapter 10



Formerly 29 & 30



San Francisco Weekend




As they rode in the cab after leaving the airport, Dutch explained to Rosa who had never been to the city before, that no matter how convenient it may seem they wouldn’t even consider driving.



“It’s not that driving is difficult,” he said, “it’s just that parking is nonexistent, well not really, but its premium prices everywhere for the privilege of parking in the city.”



Rosa’s eyes widened at that, for she was accustomed to driving everywhere around the L. A. area.



“Uh uh, not here,” He said. “Here we use public transportation. It’s available to almost everywhere and I think you’ll find hopping on and off the trolleys a lot of fun. And with With its crowded streets, bustling markets, mysterious alleys, hidden temples and busy restaurants,” he paused to take a breath, and the cab driver glanced over his shoulder and smiled in deference to Dutch’s knowledge of his city.



“You know this town pretty well huh, buddy?” The Cabby said with a grin.



“Yeah, I guess I do,” Dutch replied. I lived here for several years. And until very recently they were the best years of my life.”



The cabby nodded happily and swerved around a slower moving van.



For that comment, Rosa gave Dutch a big hug and laid a kiss on his cheek, leaving an imprint of her lips. She immediately began rubbing it with a tissue from her purse to remove the lipstick stain. Dutch didn’t mind at all. He was delighted to be back in a city that he truly loved.



“Los Angles is fine as far as it goes,” he said to Rosa, “but this town . . . this town has character. I mean, take Chinatown and Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. You gotta see the bridge shrouded in fog; it might be the most romantic setting in the world.”



She hugged his arm at the use of the word romantic, and promptly forgot the reason for their escape to this city, avoiding the police in their investigation of the Clarice’s murder.



Dutch continued his talking tour. “And the Japanese Tea Garden, absolutely beautiful, one of the finest in the world . . . you’d have to go to Japan to see anything better.”



“Are we going to see that today?” she asked.



“Why not?” he responded and then continued on. “First though, we’ll explore Fisherman’s Wharf and Ghirardelli Square. You can get some shopping in as we hop around town.” He smiled at her and she beamed back at him.



He picked up where he’d left off, “We’re not meeting Marilyn until tomorrow afternoon. We’ll have dinner with her someplace nice and the next afternoon we’ll fly back home.



“All this sounds great,” she said, thinking this was like a mini-honeymoon more than a brief escape from the potential notoriety of being among the last to see poor Clarice.



“And I’m saving Chinatown for tonight,” Dutch said, “Its San Francisco’s most colorful neighborhood. It’s also among the most famous, and it teems with visitors. Beyond all the tacky tourist traps, I’ll show you an authentic area well worth exploring.”



“Oh, Dutch, I love you so much,” Rosa said and they kissed and were still kissing when the cab pulled up at the Hyatt Fisherman’s Wharf, Hotel.



Rosa noted that the Powell and Mason Cable Car Line were across the street and that everyone was streaming toward what must be the wharf itself.



They registered and had their luggage brought up to their room on the 12th floor. Rosa was stunned by the view of the harbor and the spectacular waterfront in front of her.



“The view . . . it’s actually breathtaking, honey.”



“I was hoping you’d be impressed,” he said as he donned a pair of Nike sneakers. “Better put something comfortable on, we’ll be doing a lot of walking today.”



“Okay,” she said and opened her suitcase and drew out a pair of Addias walking shoes and began putting them on.



“And a sweater, I know it’s warm out right now, but the temperature changes fast and often in this town. It’s better to be prepared.” Thus warned, Rosa tied the arms of a cardigan around her slim waist and felt she was ready to take on San Francisco.



“I have to say that I’m getting hungry, could we eat first?”



“Sure, that’s what I had in mind for us anyway. How about something fishy?”



“Hey,” she smiled, “when in Rome . . .”



They lunched at Cioppino’s on the Wharf; taking a table outside and enjoying the cool breeze and the seagulls flying overhead. They both settled on the restaurant’s most famous dish and had what Dutch called, “the best damn cioppino in the city if not the world.”



As they dined, he told Rosa, “There’s no shortage of places to eat on Fisherman’s Wharf, or all around the city for that matter. I have serious doubts about getting a bad meal in San Francisco. But of course I do have my favorites. Aliotto’s is my all time favorite. They serve great seafood, have a beautiful view of the bay, and across the street is another favorite; the Boudin Bakery; which serves up steaming clam chowder in sourdough bread bowls.



But we can’t eat all day and night, we’ll explode,” he was looking at her and Rosa felt herself blush like a young girl.



“What?” She said with a shy smile.



‘You’re beautiful,” he said, “truly beautiful.”



“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”



Other diners heard the comment, and were smiling at the two of them. He stood up and holding his napkin in one hand waved the other to garner people’s attention. “I think this lovely lady is beautiful, do you folks agree?”



The surrounding patrons burst into applause. Even several passersby stopped and joined in. Rosa was mortified and delighted at the same time.



And then basking in a smile from Rosa that told everyone around them how much she loved him, he sat and they finished their meal without another word. But throughout the remainder of that meal, their eyes relayed untold pledges of love back and forth.



When they left the restaurant, he inquired if she would like to get some shopping in and like a small girl she nodded affirmatively.



“Good,” he laughed, “I never for a moment thought you’d say no. So let’s start around the corner at the College Shop.”



“Lead on, McDuff,” she said, and spun around causing her skirt to flare out and up, providing Dutch and several passersby a revealing look at her magnificent legs.



They toured the College Shop and she selected several items sporting Stanford’s logo for Kathy’ three “T” shirts, extra large, one football jersey and a matching pair of shorts. Rosa thought of Kathy’s friend Peggy and also selected a sweatshirt for her with the University of California, Berkeley on it.



They also went into the NFL Shop, also located on Pier 39 and She selected what she playfully called “his” and “hers” Oakland Raider jerseys for Alice and Robert.



A short walk found them in Ghirardelli Square, once a chocolate factory, now considered a historic landmark that is home to an exceptional collection of over 50 specialty shops, galleries and award winning restaurants and breathtaking views of the San Francisco Bay and Alcatraz. They purchased boxes of Ghirardelli Chocolate for Mom and Molly and then returned to their hotel to set the presents aside and continue with their tour of the city by the bay.



First they boarded the Blue and Gold Fleet boat and headed out to Alcatraz Island. Enroute they learned Alcatraz is perhaps the most famous former jail in the world. Its name, taken from the Spanish for ‘pelican’, has become notorious since it housed the States’ most hardened criminals, including Machine Gun Kelly, Robert ‘The Birdman’ Stroud and Al Capone, who apparently lost his mind as well as his liberty there.



The island first became a prison back in 1854, but came into its own after the 1906 earthquake, promising unrelentingly hellish and inescapable conditions. In the 1920′s and 1930′s a new wave of crime had swept across the U.S. The problem was that, no sooner did law enforcement authorities manage to incarcerate the bad guys then their buddies in crime would bust them out. With this problem in mind, the U.S. Justice Department began looking into a maximum security prison that was inaccessible and thereby inescapable. When they found Alcatraz, it was almost too good to be true.



Both Dutch and Rosa were surprised to learn about the Indian occupation of Alcatraz in 1969 — 1971 after it had closed its doors as a federal prison in 1963. And the early military fortifications represented there as well. It was the first U.S. fort on the pacific coast; and featured the West Coast’s first (and oldest operating) lighthouse. As they toured the ground they came upon several of the island’s many natural features —gardens, tide pools, bird colonies, and a view of San Francisco Bay beyond compare.



They sailed back to the mainland utterly content, returned to their hotel, showered and changed for the evening.



Dutch surprised Rosa by hiring a rickshaw at the Chinatown Gateway, a dragon-crowned portal located on the corner of Bush and Grant. He seemed to know something about this areas history and proudly related to Rosa that the street was originally known as Dupont Street; and that the road was notorious for its opium dens and gambling halls.



“Ah,” he said, “but that was yesterday. Today, Grant Avenue is still notorious, but for a different reason. Try counting the number of shops selling jade jewelry; and see how many others sell clay Buddha statues and electronics and kites.”



Rosa was dazzled by it all and felt that she had been transported into a foreign land; which in some ways she had.



They left the rickshaw after winding up back in front of the Empress of China.



“Let’s have a cocktail here, Rosa,” he said and they rode the elevator to the sixth floor and passed a few straggling tourists eating in the dining room as they headed for the glowing green cocktail lounge on the left. Rosa sighed as she sat down in a deep swivel chair and Dutch spun her around to the magnificent view of Russian Hill.



“How did you ever find this place? It’s fantastic, honey.”



“I found it in another lifetime. I spent a few years here both before and after my navy days.”



The bartender, a petite Chinese woman approached them and Dutch ordered a pair of Jade Empress’s.



“I don’t get to order my own drink?” she said, teasing him.



“Normally yeah, you would. But right now I want you to forget your troubles by drinking one of these. It’s called a Jade Empress. It’s really Midori and coconut milk, and maybe some other secret ingredient.”



With her first sip, Rosa knew he was right. They each had another before moving on to dine elsewhere in Chinatown and on returning to their room on Fisherman’s wharf made lazy, unhurried love before falling asleep, leaving their worries behind them.



***



The next morning they set out to explore the Golden Gate Bridge from several aspects and found it swathed in fog. Still, Rosa was up to walking across it and hour and a half later they had a sumptuous breakfast in Marrin County, followed by a guided tour of Muir’s Woods that Rosa said, “took her breath away.”



They “hitched” a ride to Sausalito with a couple on their honeymoon and bought them lunch at a small restaurant close to a bevy of houseboats and a background of San Francisco’s skyline across the bay.



Later they said goodbye to the couple and walked along the shore until they grew tired. Eventually they recrossed the bay, this time catching a ride on a motor launch and found themselves back in San Francisco only several blocks from their hotel.



They took a short nap then dressed, eager to meet Marilyn, who to Rosa was a lady of mystery. To Dutch, a woman, who until Rosa, had been the best woman he’d ever known.



Rosa was elegance itself, in a gypsy-style blouse and organza off-the-shoulder dress as they arrived at Marilyn’s brownstone. Marilyn had shooed the girls out, arranging for them to spend the night at Tucker’s. She wanted Dutch and his fiancée all to herself.



The women hit it off from the very beginning. Both were pleased that they didn’t have to fawn over one another with false sincerity. They were pleased with the genuine feelings they seemed to share, and both kept looking at Dutch like proud parents.



Marilyn made cocktails for everyone and after the initial round of toasts, Marilyn, in her straightforward manner broke the ice, if there indeed was any to break, by asking, “So Rosa, how do you find this guy in bed?”



Rosa was nonplussed at the question and, squeezing Dutch’s thigh, said, “He’s the best I’ve ever had.”



Marilyn arched an eyebrow at this and Rosa’s fingernail lightly traced the growing outline of Dutch’s rising erection.



“I won’t ask if you’ve had enough to know,” Marilyn purred, showing her fangs for the first time.



“You don’t have to,” Rosa said with a smile and rubbed his cock. “This cock is the best I’ve ever tasted, the best I’ve ever had rammed in me and that includes my mouth, my pussy and my ass. Did he get to do you in all three too?”



“Yes, he did and I have to agree with you. He is the best. Why don’t you take him out of that confining pair of pants and let him breathe a little?”



Rosa was about to do just that when Dutch decided it had gone far enough. “We have reservations, don’t we?” He asked as he placed his hand over Rosa’s stopping her from unzipping him. “Let’s go eat. If you ladies want to unveil me later, fine, but right now I’m hungry and you both know enough to feed a hungry man, right?”



Both women were mildly excited, but agreed and after finishing their drinks rose to leave for the restaurant.



Marilyn had selected the First Crush Restaurant, located on 5th Street, just north of Market. They were seated in a corner and to everyone’s surprise no one was seated near them.



They ordered appetizers first, with Rosa choosing the Crab Cake, served over sautéed leeks and dressed with a mustard cream. Marilyn opted for Baked Cambozola, which proved to be a generous portion of melted camboloza served with toast points and sprinkled with green onion garnish. Dutch had decided on an all fish evening and selected the Seared Ahi Tuna, which proved to be a fine sushi-grade tuna, pan-seared and served on a bed of fresh sautéed roma tomatoes accented with shallots, capers and a dash of garlic.



He also selected the wine, knowing both women preferred white wine, he asked the server for the Kalin Chardonnay, Sonoma Valley, 1993. It was expensive at $85.00, but he felt it was an unusual occasion and that a good wine was called for.



The appetizers proved to be veritable meals by themselves and as they ordered their Entrees each person at the table secretly wondered if they would be able to finish their meal.



Rosa ordered Lobster Tagliatelli, which turned out to be flat ribbon pasta tossed with fresh Maine lobster in a rich cream sauce with a touch of cayenne.



Marilyn deliberately selected the Horseradish Crusted Salmon Fillet that was grilled & finished with a whole grain mustard sauce, and accompanied with julienne vegetables & dill mashed potatoes.



Dutch picked the Fresh local halibut on a bed of purple potato purée with a citrus beurre-blanc sauce.



No one finished their meal. Rosa did hers justice and Dutch demolished his halibut, but left everything else virtually untouched. Marilyn picked at her meal, seemingly savoring horseradish crust more than the salmon itself.



Dutch excused himself to go to the men’s room and when Rosa stood up to go to the ladies, Marilyn declined, saying, “You don’t mind going alone, do you? I have wanted to study that picture in the corner since we sat down.”



“Oh, no, not at all, I’m a big girl,” Rosa smiled at Marilyn, “I can go by myself.”



“You are certainly a big girl,” Marilyn said looking at Rosa’s chest, as she also stood. Both women headed in opposite directions, but as Rosa entered the powder room, Marilyn feigned having dropped an earring and went back to the table and casually knelt down as if searching for it, but carefully crept under the tablecloth and waited for them to return.



Dutch left the men’s room after empting his bladder and made his way back to the table to find a smiling Rosa waiting for him. Evidently he’d been gone long enough for the waiter to bring dessert and for Marilyn to answer her own call of nature, because she was absent and his cheesecake and hers were on the table along with Rosa’s fresh strawberries and a pot of coffee and three cups.



“Is she powdering her nose?” he inquired of Rosa.



“I guess,” she responded. “I left her admiring the painting over there,” she pointed at the wall near the entry. “It looks like a valuable original. I’m not sure, but it could be a Picasso, from his blue Period and it’s very impressive.”



The waiter reappeared and poured coffees for the two of them as Dutch regarded his cheesecake with some apprehension. He picked up his fork then decided he could wait. It wouldn’t take Marilyn that long, it never had in the years they were married.



He reached for his coffee, stopped himself when he felt a hand on his thigh. Jesus Christ, she was under the table! What was she going to do down there? He asked himself. And wasn’t that a stupid question, he answered right back. His eyes darted to Rosa, who sensed something was wrong.



“What?” She asked.



Before he could reply, all doubt vanished, the hand moved to his groin, fingers worked the zipper; and in seconds he felt her breath on him, and then she had him in her mouth.



To her credit, Rosa picked up on what was happening almost as quickly as Dutch had. Arching her eyebrows, she gestured under the table and he weakly nodded. A smile curled across her mouth and she held a napkin to her mouth to contain whatever sound she thought might escape.



This was delicious, she thought, Dutch surprised by a woman, utterly delicious. And she leaned back in her chair and studied his face.



He sat there, wondering if anyone in the room other than Rosa had a clue what was going on. Someone must have seen her getting under the table. Did it really matter?



Oh, hell, he finally decided, nothing mattered but the sheer pleasure of it, for Marilyn was exceptionally good at this; and apparently in no hurry either. He looked across at Rosa who was calmly spooning strawberries into her own luscious mouth.



She saw him looking at her and stuck her strawberry-covered tongue out at him, and then cast her eyes down to her plate. Feeling a bit devilish himself, he took a bite of his cheesecake.



God, it was exquisite, Marilyn thought, this feeling of utter submission, kneeling unseen before him, his fiancé sitting across from him as she serviced him anonymously, totally in control. Rosa must know. She must have seen something in his face that gave him away. She was a woman and women looked for signs like this. But she had spoken only one word: “What?” Obviously questioning some action on his part, that meant he’d had to answer her, but he hadn’t said a word. A gesture? It must have been a gesture. Perhaps he’d used his eyes to signal her. She knew . . .



Rosa knew she was under the table and hadn’t made a fuss. Dutch really had himself a good woman there. And she would reward her too before coming up for air.’



The thought made her giddy and she held herself in check, keeping from laughing out loud by thinking about the lovely penis in her mouth. An iron rod in a velvet glove, she thought, so sweetly soft on the surface, so iron-hard within.



She cupped his balls in her hand, ringed the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. He gasped when she tucked the tip of one finger into him, and she thrilled at that, and at the way the sphincter tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed . . .



Rosa tried to imagine what Marilyn was doing and how she was doing it only inches from her. The varied expressions on his face told her much, but she had to resist taking a peek under the table and to fight off a surprisingly strong impulse to get under there herself and wrest his precious cock away from her.

No, she told herself, we’d share him — that would be the proper thing to do. At the last, she let loose a shrill titter that she quickly covered with her napkin. Jesus, Rosa thought, now everyone will be watching, aware that something’s going on and it won’t take a genius to figure out what. It’s every man’s fantasy… well one of them’ and she giggled softly as Dutch glared at her in consternation.



Marilyn was completely in charge, letting him build to a climax, then easing off, tightening her grip on the base of his cock to choke off the orgasm before it could start. Then building again, moving toward the finish, and backing off, and resuming and… her mind wondered.



She knew there were women who refused to do this. But that in today’s climate they were fast becoming a minority group as younger women now tended to see a blowjob as an easy way to satisfy a man, not far removed from a goodnight kiss.



Dutch remained passive; almost expressionless as he looked at Rosa while inwardly squirming, trying to come, thwarted by Marilyn’s expertise at restraining his climax.



“Is she better than me?” Rosa asked after spooning the last of her desert into her mouth and daintily licking a tiny morsel from her upper lip.



Marilyn heard her and bit his cock in warning. Rosa saw him grimace and knew what had happened.



“Never mind, honey, I’m sure she’s very good at… what she does.” And smiled a Cheshire-like grin at his exasperated, almost hopeless expression.



Marilyn gave the bitten flesh a soft, gentle lick and decided it was time to let him come, after all she still had Rosa to finish off and she couldn’t stay under the table all day, could she?



This time she let his crescendo reach all the way to the coda, and his semen spurted and she drank it down, thinking that she could feel its energy radiating outward through her whole body all the way to her fingers and toes. She kept him in her mouth and sucked him, but more gently now, and felt him soften and shrink, and she sipped the last drop from him, wiped him dry with her napkin, tucked him back into his pants, and zipped him up.



Rosa heard the distinct sound the zipper made as it closed and wondered what she would say to Marilyn when she surfaced from under the table. But when Marilyn’s hand began to glide up her thigh Rosa’s startled expression told Dutch all he needed to know and he reached across the table and took Rosa’s hand in his and said, “Enjoy it, I’m sure she’s very good at this.”



I’m wearing pantyhose, Rosa told herself, how can she? And then she felt Marilyn’s breath on her crotch, and a moment later teeth were tearing at the fabric of Rosa’s pantyhose. The sexual tension in Rosa’s belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did nothing to stop Marilyn. She didn’t know how to, nor did she want to.



“Your ex-wife seems very casual about public sex,” she said conversationally to Dutch. Suddenly her eyes went wide as Marilyn reached through the torn hose and grabbed the crotch of her thronged panties pulling them to the side then opened her mouth to its fullest and covered Rosa’s entire mound.



Dutch just grinned, took a sample of the cheesecake and followed it with some coffee. Marilyn began licking Rosa’s pussy, bringing her tongue from the rear of her slit up to the top, teasing her enflamed clitoris each time she reached it.



Rosa began to squirm up and away but Marilyn held her thigh tightly with one hand and kept her face buried in Rosa’s crotch. Marilyn continued lapping away for several minutes, each time pressing her tongue harder against Rosa’s vulva, eventually separating her labia with repetitive upstrokes, and finally forced her tongue into her pussy.



After about 5 minutes of licking like this Marilyn took the engorged clit into her mouth and rubbed it hard with her tongue. Marilyn backed off and brought her fingers into play. And when her index finger brushed the side of Rosa’s clit and caused Rosa to shudder, she called out, sotto-voice, “Tell me Rosa, how do you like to be fucked?”



“Umm,” Rosa managed as Marilyn’s finger slid past her turgid clit and the tip dipped between the swollen lips and encountered the pool of lubrication building there.



“Slowly . . . gently,” Rosa gasped softly. Dutch saw her eyes close as the sexual tension took her higher.



Two of Marilyn’s fingertips were now sliding up and down her slimy slit. Rosa thought she’d die if they weren’t inside her, churning away at her and wondered if Marilyn had the necessary angle to accomplish it.



Marilyn teased her, stoking the wet, swollen labia’s lips but didn’t go inside.



Rosa bit her lip. “Shit. Oh come on . . . please?”



Marilyn obliged and slipped the tip of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was in to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew just as slowly.



And that was the start of a regular, slow, finger-fuck.



Rosa became hotter and hotter. Needing more, needing it faster. Knowing the wait would be deliciously good, but almost dying from the frustration. Marilyn slipped a second finger into Rosa’s waiting pussy and Rosa began to hump against them in a slow matching rhythm.



Rosa, bit her lip again and forced herself to keep her hands on the table. She knew it wouldn’t be long now. Marilyn lowered her mouth, pressing her tongue as far into Rosa’s cunt as she could, Rosa came hard and Marilyn wasn’t prepared for what happened as Rosa’s pent up juices spurted into her mouth. Marilyn felt them hit her tongue first and suddenly her mouth was full with this strange, hot, creamy liquid. She had no choice but to swallow, easing the flow down the back of her throat and only then did the opportunity to savor the magnificent flavor of Rosa’s feminine nectar.



Marilyn couldn’t have enjoyed Rosa’s orgasm more if it had been her own. After a long moment Marilyn called out softly, “Is anyone looking our way?”



Rosa was still in an enchanted bliss and didn’t or couldn’t respond. Dutch gave a furtive glance around, but answered, “I can’t really tell.”



“It doesn’t matter,” Marilyn murmured, and reached to remove an earring. She got out from under the table, holding up the earring in triumph, and refastened it to her ear before sitting down again.



“You amaze me,” Dutch said.



“If anyone was watching,” she said, “they saw a woman who dropped an earring and managed to find it again.”



He laughed, “Unless they’ve been glancing over here off and on for the last ten or fifteen minutes.”



“Is that how long I was down there?”



“You don’t rally care if anybody knows what just happened do you?”



“No.”



“You even get a kick of the idea.”



“A little, I’m a naughty girl.”



“I’ll say you are,” Rosa chimed in, with a smile that said it had been a wonderful experience.



“Would the two of you like to go back to my place and continue our threesome?”



“Rosa?” Dutch asked.



“Well, I’m thoroughly warmed up, so why not?”



***



Back at the Brownstone, Rosa removed her big earrings and unhooked her necklace, then laid them on a night table. At the same time, Marilyn was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. As she carelessly flung it aside, Dutch saw that her breasts, still contained in her bra, seemed to have gotten fuller since he had last seen them.



Then Rosa emulated Marilyn’s semi-strip, gradually opening up the top part of her dress, smiling at the couple watching her.



As if to counter Rosa’s performance, Marilyn unfastened her bra, shook her shoulders and let it drift to the floor. Then she kicked her little shoes off. Rosa shed her dress and stood there letting both of them see her shredded pantyhose before pulling them inside out to get them down and off.



Dutch had his shirt off and was lowering his slacks as Marilyn removed her skirt. She wore nothing beneath it and so was the first one naked. She sat down and stuck her legs up in the air. Dutch finished next, but only because Rosa stopped to gaze upon Marilyn’s charms for a moment and then descended upon her left breast, gripping it lightly with both hands before lowering her mouth to the nipple to taste her old rival’s nectar.



Dutch followed, and Marilyn felt a vibrating current running up and down her body. Her arms came up and encircled both her nursing lovers. Then Rosa’s mouth was on Marilyn’s and two vastly experienced tongues met for the first time, and during that kiss, both learned new tricks in the art of kissing.



Dutch remained on her breast, his tongue circling her aureole, his hand snaking downward across her stomach to rest on Marilyn’s shaven mound. Then he sent a finger stealthily moving down between the lips of her labia.



Time passed, Marilyn kept her eyes closed, resisting the urge to find out who was doing what, and where. She preferred to guess. The finger turned into two, then three, and she knew it was now Rosa’s hand working its way into her, for Dutch had just begun French kissing her while roughly squeezing a breast.



“Oh, yeah! Squeeze ‘em, Dutch!” She moaned and her legs began to open, wider and wider; her hips began to churn as Rosa’s fingers found their way into what was now a fairly slippery crevice.



She opened her eyes and saw Rosa’s tits hanging over her at a weird angle as she ploughed her fingers into Marilyn’s cunt. Marilyn reached out and started playing with the pendulous breasts, eliciting a long sigh from Rosa.



“I have a little something more to do,” Dutch said, grinning then he started kissing his way down her stomach. Marilyn let go of Rosa’s breasts and closed her eyes again. She felt Rosa’s fingers leave her and groaned at the loss only to gasp when Dutch’s face pressed against her loins. Then his tongue, his wonderful tongue, was sucking on the lips of her vagina.



“Nice!” She moaned, “Oh, so very nice!”



His tongue mooshed around hunting for her clit, and found it. Marilyn gasped again.



She had one hand on his head and the other on her nipple, pulling on it. Marilyn was having trouble accepting the waves of pleasure sweeping over her, and then, suddenly, Rosa was tonguing her asshole and the intensity of her pleasure doubled. She was coming. Her hips jerked spasmodically, but Dutch managed to hold her in place and continued to ravage her with his mouth. The tongues kept going, and Marilyn kept coming. And, an eternity later the sensation of the orgasmic waves subsided and an almost fully spent Marilyn pled with the two of them to cease.



“No more . . . God, no more!”



“We just wanted to get even with you for the restaurant.” Rosa giggled and then kissed her on the lips, sucking the lower one out just a little and then letting it snap back.



“You’ve got nice tits,” Rosa added.



“Thanks, yours are great too.”



“You’ll have to try them later.”



“I will, have no fear of that.” And Marilyn sign contentedly and stretched out.



“Fuck me Dutch,” Rosa said, her throat gone dry with her need of him. “I need you inside me!”



He kissed her, his tongue flicked her teeth and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She bit his upper lip and he moaned. She moved lower and took him in her mouth. Then she was rubbing his cock all over her face, especially her lips. Her cheeks slid over his saliva covered shaft and her eyebrows tickled his testicles as she took one and then the other into her seemingly cavernous mouth and toyed with his sacks.



From the other side of the bed, Marilyn watched with growing lust as Rosa’s nimble tongue swirled around his scrotum and then licked his ass.



“I’m gonna come soon if you don’t quit that,” he gasped, breathing heavily.



“Okay, okay,” Rosa huffed, “Put it in, go on, and put it in.”



Marilyn sprang into action, grasping his erection and directing it between Rosa’s spreading thighs. She noted the flesh of Rosa’s cunt was cherry red. As she steered his heavy prick into Rosa, Marilyn saw her labia pulled back, and glimpsed the fiery flesh inside.



‘I’m going to nibble on that in just a little while,’ she told herself as Dutch sank into Rosa’s grasping, clutching, foam-flecked sleeve.



He was fucking her spoon fashion. That is — they lay front to back, spooning as it were, and he was behind her but not on her. This enabled Dutch to hammer his prick into her, deeply and quickly, using rabbit-like strokes for as long as he could sustain them.



Dutch was startled by Rosa’s relaxed state. Usually she was somewhat tense, fighting with him for control, but at the moment she had conceded everything, letting him take the initiative, and total control. He found her so relaxed and so full of fluids it was almost troublesome in that it barely felt like a woman’s vagina he was surging into.



But Rosa’s pacific state didn’t last long. As Dutch continued to pump, the goo inside her spilled out, oozing between her legs and soaking the sheets. This improved the friction on his cock and the muscles of her cunt responded accordingly. Her face was grimaced in concentrating on the varied sensations rippling through her body. From the tips of her toes, to the tips of her nipples; vibrating through her belly and jaw.



Marilyn moved in and began kissing Rosa and this helped bring Rosa’s climax to the fore.



After what seemed an eternity Rosa’s orgasm seemed to have passed and she came back down, but her lover was still fucking her from behind, their bodies were both slick with sweat and she knew he must be tiring. Suddenly he groaned and squeezed her breasts. Rosa felt him swelling, and then there was sudden hard pressure against my pelvis, followed by a cascade of delicious warmth surging into her cunt. She pushed back against him until he finished and then collapsed on top of her.



Both women gently stroked his back, but after a moment or so, Marilyn slid down and took his shriveled prick in her mouth and cleaned him.



Dutch was breathing hard; so was Rosa. For a while they just lay there, eyes closed, until Marilyn revived them with cold drinks and loud jazz from her stereo.



Rosa and Marilyn began to talk about how it was odd that the both of them loved the Bisexual life style and discovered they both had had similar bad experiences, with their Fathers, when very young.



“Rosa said, “Oh, yeah, I’ll never forget how I cried myself to sleep the first time he took me.”



“Me too,” said Marilyn. I remember my asshole was bleeding, and I thought I was going to die.”



“Oh, honey!” Rosa said and put her arm around Marilyn to comfort her.



A tear rolled down Marilyn’s cheek. “The bastard did the same thing to both my sisters, and if he hadn’t been killed in a barroom fight I think I would have killed him myself.”



“And then,” Rosa went on, “I finally found a decent guy and he…” she stopped to compose herself. “He killed himself racing his damn car. The only thing he left me was my daughter, Kathy, who’s the apple of my eye.”



“Well,” Marilyn said, wiping another tear away, “we’ve both met this guy here,” and pointed to Dutch. “He’s a prince and not only a nice guy, but he knows how to treat a woman.”



“You’ve got that right,” Rosa said, smiling at her and then turning to smile at Dutch.



Marilyn shrugged her shoulders. “If I hadn’t been such an asshole I’d still be married to him.”



“Then I never would have met him . . . or you.” Rosa said softly.



“Yeah, it’s strange how things work out. I never thought I feel his cock in me again, but now . . .”



“I know,” Rosa said, “now you can get a little taste once in a while.”



“Thanks to your generosity,” Marilyn said and kissed her on the mouth and then lay back down.



After a short recess, Marilyn picked up where she’d left off, and hefted Dutch’s limp, but still formidable cock to her lips. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, she kept grabbing him, grabbing his thighs, pulling him towards her; grabbing the base of his prick as he pumped her mouth; rolling his balls, running her open hand with fingers spread wide up his sweaty chest.



And Rosa had settled in, worming her way between Marilyn’s legs to the “V” of her loins and went down on the woman sucking her fiancée. Marilyn pushed back against Rosa, a serpentine undulation that helped force Dutch’s prick even deeper into her mouth. Dutch found her mouth hot, slippery and smooth.



Suddenly Marilyn spat his prick out of her mouth. “Oh, man, oh, oh, oh!” But continued to pump his cock with her fist.



“Oh God, oh . . . God!” Only then did he realize that Rosa was doing a superlative job of cunnilingus on her.



Marilyn’s whole body grew flushed — turning red as a boiled lobster. Her feet pounded against the mattress, but she never relinquished her hold on his cock. In fact she was squeezing him so it had turned an angry shade of purple. This however, did not bother Dutch who was entranced at his ex-wife’s gyrations under the remarkable tonguing Rosa was applying.



Rosa’s hands had Marilyn’s ass cheeks in a death grip. Marilyn’s breath was now coming in short, ragged gasps. But she continued to stroke his thickening member with renewed vigor, goading it back to its full size, readying it for another fuck.



Through the sexual haze that had descended upon him, Dutch heard Rosa growl at Marilyn, “I’ve been wanting to do this since you first touched him in the restaurant,” and watched her squirm as Rosa’s hands found her firm mounds, squeezed them, pinched the puffy nipples.



“Oh, honey, that. . . that feels so good,” Marilyn moaned, writhing under the silken touch of Rosa’s hands on her swollen tits — now caressing them with a gentleness she’d never known. And she released her hold on Dutch’s erection.



Marilyn’s pussy was literally steaming. Rosa could feel the juices flowing out onto her leg as Marilyn humped Rosa’s firm thigh; and was soon easily sliding her wet pussy along it.



Inspired by Marilyn’s uncontrolled wantonness, Rosa licked down her squirming body, down her neck, across the upper slope of her mounds, licking back and forth between them, her tongue leaving a slick trail in its wake, but she was careful not to touch the nipples with her tongue.



Finally Rosa could resist no more — opening her mouth wide — she swooped down on Marilyn’s left breast and enveloped the jutting nipple with her warm, wet mouth.



“Oh, yes!” Marilyn gasped as she felt Rosa’s hot mouth on her tit. The sensations caused by the clever little tongue lapping at it; swirling all around it were delectable. And doubled the pleasure as Rosa shifted her attention to the other one.



Rosa laved the panting woman’s tits with her tongue, near delirious at the totally new–totally wicked!–sensation of feeling this woman’s nipples in her mouth, incredibly turned on by the little moans of encouragement that Marilyn was wordlessly uttering. Rosa was convinced that if she took a moment to slip a finger inside herself, it would melt away–her pussy was that hot!



Knowing that Marilyn probably felt the same way, Rosa decided she would wait no more and began to slither down Marilyn’s body, which was now heaving with anticipation as the raven haired Rosa slid down her body, licking her stomach, flicking at her belly button with her tongue, making a slow journey to her ultimate goal.



Dutch stroked his penis slowly as he watched Rosa busily devouring Marilyn. Rosa was on her knees with her ass toward the window so that he could see her open cunt and her breasts hanging down beneath her. Her head blocked any view of what she was doing, but the spasms of Marilyn’s body told him all he needed to know. If their aim was to torture him through sheer excitement, they were winning the war.



He gazed at Marilyn’s face. Her eyes were tightly closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying to capture something as she came.



“Don’t tease me, lover,” Marilyn pleaded, entwining her fingers in Rosa’s black hair. “Come on, baby, do it, do it!”



Dutch looked on with interest. The two women were getting along much better than he had imagined they might.

Sarah and Tom went their separate ways to work and during Sarah’s lunch break, she nipped out to the florists shop just down the street to buy some flowers and a couple of vases. We she got back, Fred had a message for her. “Tom says he’s going to be a couple of hours late tonight he going out of town for a meeting and he won’t be back until about eight,” Sarah phoned him and confirmed all this.



“I’ll cook for eight then.” She said, “Make sure you call me if you’re going to be later!” He agreed he would. Come five-thirty when Kwik-Kleen closed, Sarah made her way to the flat. “Hi George!” she called as she walked through the vestibule of the block.



“Hi Sarah! I say, that was some beautiful girl you had with you the other night. Is she likely to be visiting you again?”



“You’re a dirty old man, George!” Sarah called out to him as she entered the lift, chuckling to herself. Once in the flat, Sarah got to work, placing flowers and moving the odd thing about to make the place seem more homely, rather than the bachelor pad that it resembled.



Five minutes to eight, the telephone rang, “I’m downstairs, I’ll be up in a minute,” She heard Tom’s voice in her ear. She quickly hit the button on the micro-wave nipped into the bedroom pulled off the housecoat that she had on and slipped her black silky nightdress over her head. It was the strappy one, short, which had a lace hem. The one that she had worn one night as a chemise when Tom took her to a nightclub. She heard his key in the door, she lit the candle on the dining table, dashed into the kitchen poured the hot sauce over the pasta, garnished it with a few herb leaves and carried the plates into the main room. The wine was already breathing in the table. “Hi honey I’m home!” Tom called out in very poor and corny American accent.



“Gee I’m sure glad to see you.” She replied in just as stupid an accent.



“Come and give me a ki……….. By the…..Sarah, you look gorgeous! Er do I recognise that nightdress?”



“You remembered.”



“After what you said to me about that nightdress, I am hardly likely to forget!” (She had told him that the next time she wore it he could rip it off her). They embraced.



“Dinner is getting cold.” She reminded him, “Sit down. Would you like some wine?” She bent over standing the other side of the table, so he could see right down the front of the nightdress.



“Sit down yourself or I will forget about dinner altogether.”



Dinner was a delightful romantic affair, the soft music she had chosen was just right, the candlelight flicker and reflecting in their eyes as they looked at each other. She had prepared a dessert which was a chocolate mousse. Afterwards they were on the settee watching the moon through the plate glass windows, finishing off the wine. He was sitting at one end of the settee, she was lying along the length of it, her head in his lap, her legs bent so her feet could rest on the other arm, this caused the hem of her nightdress to slide up revealing most of her thighs. He was fiddling with her hair – the perfect end to the day.



The door bell rang. “Bollocks!” exclaimed Tom “Who can that be? How did they get past George?” Reluctantly Sarah got up and started clearing the table as Tom went to answer the door. She heard him say “Oh Hallo, what are you……..come in, come in, do you want some wine?”



“Who can it be?” Sarah wondered and walked out into the lounge to see who had arrived. “Mina, what? OH Fuck!” I forgot to bring your stuff round, I’m so sorry!”



Mina said “No I’m sorry I’ve clearly interrupted a little romantic dinner, I’m sorry.”



“It doesn’t matter, I’ll get your stuff,” Sarah said.



“How did you get past George?” Tom asked.



“He recognised me. – From the CCTV? And he noted that I was wearing slightly more this time. He said as I was obviously a close friend he’d let me come up. I’m sorry I should have rung.”



“The cheeky bastard!” Tom said, “He’s no right to speak to guests like that and he should certainly have called us to let us know you were coming up.”



“I was about to have my nightie ripped off.” Sarah told her.



“No you weren’t.” Tom contradicted her, “I told you I wanted to rip it of in public and that is what will happen.”



“Do you want to walk down to the pub and do it tonight?” She asked him, then quietly “You know I want you to do it, don’t you?”



“Yes.” He said hoarsely. “Let’s do it! Coming Mina?”



“Of course!” she replied, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. But she’ll need a coat it’s quite chilly out there tonight.”



“I have just the thing.” Sarah announced and disappeared into the bedroom.



Mina and Tom waited for Sarah to emerge from the bedroom. When she did they both laughed out loud. She was wearing one of Tom’s jackets, an off-white linen blazer. “Are you really going to let him rip off your nightie in public?” Mina asked Sarah as they went down in the lift.



“Of course!” Sarah replied, “I don’t think I could stop him anyway. – Even if I wanted to. I am getting excited at the thought of it.”



“Excited?” Mused Mina.



Sarah giggled, “Oh! Well all right then, turned on if you like!” She linked arms with Mina, “you should try it sometime.”



“Oh, No thank you very much! I don’t want to be made a spectacle of! I don’t like the idea of people looking at me very much.”



“What about when you dance then?” Sarah challenged her friend, “You’re not wearing too much then, and you wear those Shalwar so low on your hips, it looks as though they might fall off at any moment.”



Mina chuckled. “They only look that way, I make sure of that. There is no way that they would drop without me meaning to let them drop.”



“So you have let them drop on purpose!” Sarah hooted, “When? Where?



“Never you mind!” Mina retorted, then quietly “It was a private dance for a boyfriend.”



“Did he fuck you?”



“Sarah!” Mina sounded shocked but she laughed and slapped Sarah’s arm.



“Well?”



“Yes he was rampant, I could hardly stop him.”



“Did you want him to stop?” Sarah pressed her friend.



“Er…..No….. I didn’t actually.”



“Where did this act take place? In his room, your room, where? Sarah was desperate to know.



“You don’t want to know.”



“Oh yes I do!”



Mina went quiet for a moment. “On the stage at a working men’s club.”



“WHAT!



“There was nobody in. I had the curtains closed anyway, I was rehearsing for a show coming up and he came by and surprised me.”



“I’ll bet he did!” Sarah exclaimed. “You were so surprised your clothes fell off?”



“At the spur of the moment I thought I would give him a treat.” Mina confessed. Sarah said nothing, then Mina continued. “I was not wearing my Kameez, the top half, I only had on a full black bra, and of course my trousers, the Shalwar. I let one of my bra straps slip and the look on his face encouraged me to let it go further. So I did.”



“Did you take off your bra then?” Sarah asked as they walked down the street towards the town centre.



“No, that came off while we were having sex. Actually he ripped it off, broke the clasp and everything.”



“How did you feel when that happened?”



“I didn’t mind.”



“Didn’t mind? I bet you loved it!” Sarah looked directly at Mina who had a sparkle in her eye. She nodded. “I knew it!” Sarah almost shouted out loud. “Can you not see how exciting it is when something like that happens?”



“I suppose………..”



“You suppose? Don’t you know that most women’s underwear is designed to be fragile and flimsy enough to get ripped off?” Sarah was on a roll now. “Anything I buy now, I always imagine it getting soaked, messed up or ripped or torn in some way. Especially now I’m with Tom!” She laughed.



“You’re not scared of him raping you?” Mina asked somewhat nervously, “or exposing you somewhere unsuitable?



Sarah replied immediately. “Number one, He cannot rape me, I will let him have me anytime he wants. Number two, as long as he makes sure I come to no harm, I have no worries about exposure. Number three, Of course, like any woman who knows what she is doing, I can make him want me anytime that I like!” Sarah took a breath. “And I suggest that you did exactly that when you dropped your kecks for the boyfriend!”



Mina grinned. “I suppose you’re right. The only nasty moment came when I tried to get back into our house with no bra on. My father engaged me in conversation in the hallway. I was petrified that he would notice.”



“How do you know that he didn’t?”



“He would have gone mad.” Mina told her.



“I don’t suppose by any chance he might have done anything like that when he was young?” Sarah asked somewhat sarcastically.



“No he had not met my mum until the wedding day.”



“That seems really weird to me.” Sarah commented.



“Lots of people of their age had arranged marriages.” Mina told her. “I think secretly he would like me to do the same, but it ain’t gonna happen!”



“That was all very interesting Mina,” Tom said, who had apparently been listening all along. “Now Sarah, please give me my jacket. I want you to make an impression as we enter the pub.”



Sarah happily complied. “Do you want the shoulder straps down the arms and me having to hold the slip up?” she asked.



“No, just wear it as it is, there will be plenty of time for exposure later on.” He told her.



Sarah looked at Mina, “you look overdressed, carry your coat over your arm and give me some support.” Mina shrugged and took off her bomber jacket, revealing a smart white blouse and slim grey skirt. They walked into the pub to find the place packed. It was almost standing room only.



Eventually they found a seat crammed into a corner. “This will be my treat.” Mina announced and disappeared towards the bar.



“I have something to tell you.” Sarah said.



“You’re not are you?”



She laughed and said “No! I have to go to a trade exhibition with Fred on Sunday in Harrogate. We have to go and meet some suppliers, you know press the flesh, get to meet face to face etcetera.”



“Are you staying overnight?”



“No we are going up and back in the day. We have to open as usual on Saturday and Monday, so Sunday is the only day we can go. Bigger outfits can free off staff to attend during the week, but we are too small for that.”



“OK, I see that,” Tom said, “You just be careful which bits of flesh you let these suppliers press.”



“Tom Ward, I believe you are jealous!” Sarah laughed at him. “You are quite happy for other people to see me half naked, but you don’t want me to shake hands with business colleagues!”



“I suppose I asked for that.” Tom conceded. “What will you wear?”



“A skirt suit, very professional.”



“And underwear?”



“Of course! I only go without undies when I’m with you.”



“Why is that?” He asked.



“Because you like me to be naked under my dresses.” She told him forthrightly.



“Don’t you like it?” he asked her, apparently concerned.



“I love it!” she replied.



“Then why don’t you do it when you’re not with me?”



She patted the back of his hand. “Because I like to keep some things special for us.” Just then Mina arrived back with the drinks, doubles for her and Sarah and two pints for Tom. “You’ve pushed the boat out a bit tonight!” Sarah remarked.



“Have you seen the crush at the bar? I thought I would save us a trip.” She hesitated. “I see you are still fully dressed, if that is a term which can be used for a woman wearing only one item.”



“I’m wearing shoes!” Sarah protested. “Besides, Tom is refused permission to do anything to this nightie until you have at least two buttons undone on your blouse.”



“Only two?” Mina asked sarcastically.



“Two will do for a start.” Sarah told her, grinning.



“Have a sip of your drink.” Mina told her trying to change the subject.



They all raised their glasses. “Here’s to nudity in public!” Sarah announced.



“Nudity in public” the other two said in unison looking a little surprised.



The crowd was getting bigger so that their little table was in danger of being overturned. Certainly no-one was taking any notice of the three squashed in the corner. Mina felt a hand caressing one of her breasts, looking down she saw that Sarah who was squeezed between her and Tom was running the palm of her hand over her bra covered nipple. Mina let it continue confident that no-one was watching. “You likee?” Sarah asked in a pale pink voice.



Mina shifted round to face her friend, “You know I do.” She let Sarah undo one button on her blouse. It revealed nothing. Sarah undid another, a little of Mina’s brown skin could be seen, but nothing that would raise any comment. Sarah quickly undid the blouse to Mina’s waist, but as it was tucked tightly into the waistband of her skirt, it stayed resolutely closed, except that a little of the lace on her creamy bra was now visible in her cleavage. “Satisfied now?” Mina demanded of Sarah.



“Not really but I suppose it will have to do.” Sarah admitted.



Tom leaned in and said to both women. “It’s too crowded in here, shall we go?”



“Let’s finish our drinks first.” Mina suggested, then added, “She might be lucky to get out of here with the nightie still intact, such is the crush.”



“Mina! You’re brilliant! Tom exclaimed. “Rip up the side seam on your side to above waist level and I’ll do the same this side, then we’ll see how she gets on pushing through the crowd!”



“I thought you said others could look but not touch me?” Sarah asked of Tom. “I’m going to get felt up by everyone leaving like that!”



“She has a point.” Mina agreed



So a compromise was reached a tear up each side only as far as the top of her thigh would be allowed. In fact both of her “friends” allowed themselves the privilege of a rip up to her hip. They finished their drinks and Sarah braced herself for the struggle towards the door.



They struggled to their feet and started to make their way through the crush towards the door. Sarah led the way (of course), followed by Tom with Mina bringing up the rear. “Scuse me!” Sarah said several times as she pushed through the crowded room. As she did so, the open sides of her black nightie were pulled round and back exposing her legs to hip level, but such was the press of the crowd, no-one really noticed anything. That is except Tom who was getting a little frustrated at the lack of exposure.



They gained the door and were soon outside on the pavement. Mina was a little flushed as her undone blouse had pulled open and one of her breasts, albeit cocooned within her bra, was now outside her blouse. “Nice one Mina!” Sarah grinned, “Let’s see the other one!” They all chuckled at that as Mina pulled her blouse back over the exposed bra cup. Tom noticed with a smile that she did not actually button up the blouse however.



“Where now?” Mina asked.



“The obvious place.” Tom suggested, “the nightclub round the corner.” He handed Sarah the jacket that she had brought with her. “You can put it on if you like, but a word of warning, don’t check it in to the cloakroom.”



“You mean she might need it in the club?” Mina asked.



“I think he means I definitely will need it in the club.” Sarah giggled “Goodbye black nightdress!”



“Where better,” asked Tom, “than the dance floor?”



“Wow!!” exclaimed Mina. “I can’t wait to see that!”



“If you want to watch, there is a condition,” Sarah told her, “You have to lose your bra.”



“But this is a white blouse!” Mina protested,



“And you can tuck it into your skirt, but no buttons done up.” Sarah continued.



“So you can rip it open at anytime I suppose!” Mina suggested.



“No!” Sarah exclaimed, “Not at all! Tom will do it!”



“How come this plan to get you naked in public, involves doing the same to me?” Mina laughed.



Ahh! Come on it’ll be fun!” Sarah urged her friend. “Besides you’ll love it!”



“I will love it?” Mina exploded, “I will do no such thing!”



“Don’t be coming with all that false modesty.” Sarah told her, as they walked towards the nightclub, “Don’t forget Tom has seen your tits before – and er played with them, so you won’t be showing him anything he hasn’t seen and fondled before.”



“It’s not him I’m worried about.”



“So you’ll have him strip you off again will you?”



“Yes but.”



“Ah-hah!” Sarah said triumphantly “if you want that to happen, you will comply with my tiny request.”



“I don’t know why I let myself be talked into things by you.” Mina replied resignedly.



They arrived at the door of the club, there was no queue, so either it was a slow night, or it was already packed. It was the former, there were no more than about twelve other people in the club already. The girl on the cloakroom counter had asked, “Check in your coat? It’s very hot in there.”



“It’s going to get a damn sight hotter in a few minutes!” Mina mumbled under her breath. Once inside, she disappeared to the ladies to do Sarah’s bidding, whilst Sarah and Tom headed for the bar.



“Are you happy for all this to happen in here?” Tom asked Sarah.



“I’ve told you before, as long as you control the situation, you can do what you like to me, or over me, in public or in private. Actually I’m getting quite excited at the prospect of you stripping me under the disco lighting.” She replied giving him a hug and a kiss, plus a quick feel of his groin. “Just don’t do it too soon, let’s get in the mood for it first eh?”



“Will I do?” Mina had reappeared. Her blouse was tucked into her slim skirt and it looked closed, but she eased the front open so that they could see there were no buttons fastened.



There was no crush at the bar, so they had several drinks before Tom suggested the two girls went off and danced. Sarah left the jacket with Tom as they pranced away to the middle of the dance floor. They were soon joined by four other girls who danced together. Tom was very happy as he watch Sarah and Mina, he could see that they were enjoying themselves too as they laughed and joked around. The torn slits in Sarah’s nightdress showed up well, her tanned legs looking really good in the lights. Mina’s white blouse took on a fluorescent quality under the ultra-violet elements.



After some time, the girls rejoined Tom and Sarah told him to dance with Mina whilst she went to the ladies’. “No funny stuff with her – at least until I get back!” was her final instruction. As they went on to the floor, the music slowed, so it seemed natural that they should put their arms around each other.



“Have you known Sarah long?” Tom asked.



“No, she’s never been taller than she is now!” Mina was laughing at him. “Look you don’t have to make small talk with me, just give me a hug.” He did just that as they danced. Mina was very happy. They danced for a while and then noticed Sarah watching from the bar. She was sitting on a high bar stool, with one knee crossed over the other. This revealed almost more of her legs than there were legs.



“You two looked like lovers.” Sarah mused when they joined her. “I’ve got another round of drinks in, because if you are going to do what you plan to do, I need at least another one or two if I am going to exploit the situation fully.”



Tom quickly ordered another round. “What do you mean, exploit the situation?” He asked.



“Well,” she began, “This is not something that is going to happen to me everyday, so hope I can have the courage to carry out a bit of a plan. I do not want to run off the dance floor immediately, I shall carry on until either I have had enough or until the management intervenes. That is why I want you to dance with Mina again, before you do the dastardly deed.” There was a slight hesitation before she said, “Come on Mina, let’s give ‘em a bit of a show!” With that, taking hold of Mina’s hand she hauled her into the middle of the floor.



The girls were having fun again as Tom guarded the drinks mounting up on the bar. Not that there was much prospect of anyone taking them, only one other couple had come into the club since they got there. Mina started flicking up the hem of Sarah’s nightdress, flashing a bit of thigh but little else. Tom was unable to gauge whether anyone else had twigged on to the fact that the garment was all that she was wearing apart from shoes. Most of the other women in the club were either braless or wearing push-up bras that threatened to tip their breasts out of their tops anyway.

Things took a turn for the good when Tom saw Sarah grab the sides of Mina’s skirt and hoist it halfway up her thighs in revenge for the flipping that Mina had been doing to Sarah. Mina was sufficiently in drink not to mind this and didn’t push it down again. They were giggling and laughing throughout all this and clearly having a whale of a time. Eventually they rejoined Tom in the relative darkness of the bar. Sarah perched herself on the bar stool again. The tightness of Mina’s skirt prevented her doing the same, but it did not prevent her trying, much to the hilarity of Tom and Sarah and the amusement of others in the club. “If you took it off you could do it.” Sarah suggested.



“I am not stripping down to my panties just to sit on a bar stool!” Mina retorted. So she stood next to Tom and slipped an arm around his waist. “Besides, I have a better place just here right now.”



Tom took advantage of her closeness to slide his hand over her hip and down her thigh until he was able to touch her hose covered thigh. She did not object. Neither did Sarah as she watched him do it. Tom’s fingers lipped over the hem of Mina’s skirt and threatened to pull it further up her leg. “Tom.” Mina said quietly, or what passed as quietly in the noise of the club. He looked at her, and she kissed him full on the mouth. “you’re being very naughty!”



“But she likes you!” Sarah hooted clearly enjoying the situation. She waved her hand palm upwards up and down as an apparent instruction to her boyfriend to lift her pal’s skirt even higher. He put a bit more tension on the hem and it released a bit more of Mina’s thigh. Eventually it got to the point where the resistance was such that he felt if he pulled anymore, the stitching would part. Had this been Sarah’s skirt he would not have hesitated, but he was not sure of his ground with Mina, so he relaxed his grip. In reaching for his drink with the now released arm, his other hand brush against Mina’s breasts. “Get her tits out!” Sarah encouraged him. He confined himself to slipping his hand inside her blouse and fondling her right breast. “She likes that too!” Sarah suggested.



“Shut up Sarah!” Mina said sharply, but did not pull away or ask Tom to stop what he was doing.



“I told you she likes it.” Sarah confirmed. Mina simply let her head fall to one side and rest against Tom’s shoulder. The music had livened up “Why don’t you two go and dance?” Sarah asked.



“I’m quite happy her…..re.” Mina grumbled.



“Dance!” Sarah instructed her.



Tom extricated his hand from inside Mina’s blouse and taking her hand moved to the nearest part of the dance floor to the bar. The fact that his hand had been inside the blouse meant that it was not quite as tightly tucked into her skirt as it had been. This became apparent as she moved to the music. She looked down and saw the movement of her breasts against the prominent white of her blouse, looked at Tom and smiled.



As they danced, Tom attempted to release a bit more of the blouse from the waistband of her skirt. He met with some success, but was helped on one occasion when she pulled a bit more out herself. Now it could be seen, when viewing from directly in front of her, that she was naked under the blouse. Her brown skin glistening with sweat as it ran down between her breasts. Suddenly she pulled him close and shouted in his ear. “If you’re going to do it – Do it!” With that, she pirouetted away from him so he was forced to follow him to a darker corner of the dance floor. As they moved to the music, she virtually presented herself to him, shaking her breasts from side to side. They nearly came out of her blouse of their own accord, but not quite. Tom was moved to reaching to her waist and wrenching the blouse away from its protection of the skirt. The only people who saw was Sarah, who was watching like a hawk and the disc-jockey who was amused but not shocked to see a pair of Indian tits on the dance floor.



Mina held her blouse closed as they walked towards Sarah. Then Mina put her mouth very close to Tom’s ear. “If you and Sarah don’t work out, ……. Remember me Tom!” Tom was shocked by this but kept silent. They rejoined Sarah at the edge of the floor. “Satisfied now?” Mina demanded of her.



“Satisfied?” Sarah sounded incredulous. “Satisfied? Absolutely not! You clear off to the darkest corner and cover yourself immediately. I don’t call that flashing at all!”



“I suppose you’re going to do better!” Mina retorted.



“Damn right I am! In the middle of the floor under the brightest lights or it doesn’t happen!” Sarah turned to Tom, “Get that?” Tom nodded. “Right let’s finish our drinks and get into action.”



Finishing their drinks took a little longer than they thought as there were so many lined up on the bar. Eventually they, having taken their time, downed the remaining drinks. Nobody was feeling any pain. In fact they were all very jolly. Mina had pulled her blouse completely out of her skirt and had fastened only the very bottom button, which was way below her waist. The effect was good from Tom’s point of view as her cleavage was completely in view, although her nipples were hidden. Sarah commented “I don’t think they get to see much daylight nowadays, do they?”



“No,” Mina admitted, “things have been a bit slow lately.” Then she added, with a snort, “But it’s not daylight in here anyhow!”



“Shall we dance madam?” Tom asked Sarah.



Mina gave a whoop of delight. “Do it to her Tom!”



Sarah slid off her stool allowing the hem of her nightdress, so similar to a cocktail dress in the poor light, slide way up revealing her body to above waist level. “I want to do something first.” Tom told her. She turned to face him her arms spread wide. He reached over and snapped both shoulder straps. Almost automatically Sarah brought her hand to her chest in order to stop the garment from falling to the floor. “Good!” Tom said. “I want you to try and stop it from falling off no matter what happens.”



“Really?” Sarah was nonplussed.



“Really, you won’t succeed, it will fall off and I will still dance with you as long as you want me to.”



Sarah kissed him. “I’m getting turned on by the thought of you stripping me in my home town, where people know me, feel me, I’m wet through!”



“I’ll do that.” Mina interjected. She turned to Tom “she’s right!, she’s ready.”



Tom walked into the middle of the dance floor and beckoned Sarah towards him. As he did so the music changed to a slower number and took her in his arms. They were joined by another two couples, taking advantage of the chance to smooch a little.



As they moved, you could hardly call it dancing, to the music, it was still a little too loud, but that gave Tom the chance he wanted. He reached behind Sarah, and gripping the top of the back of her nightdress, ripped through the top seam, just enough to get it started for later in the dance. She allowed him to do the same to the front bodice. Still holding it up to stop it falling she looked at him with bright clear eyes and said “I love you Tom.”



She fell into his arms again and he very slowly eased the tear in the back of the dress further and further down her back he stopped a little below her waist. The two sides fell away to reveal her perfect back. She kissed him, “I’m yours Tom. Yours completely, I want you to know that.”



“I do know it, and I love you Sarah for letting me do this.”



“Then do it.” She insisted.



The disc jockey must have thought they’d all had enough smooching so he upped the tempo a little. All the couples moved a step apart from each other and began more dance-like movements. This involved Sarah spinning round in front of Tom and he saw for the first time how far down her back the tear had gone. He moved in to grab her, but she twisted away from him, one arm in the air the other clasping her dress to her chest. Sooner or later of course he caught her, or she let him catch her, whichever view you might take of it. He caught her in his arms and she was side on to him. He reached round to one of the tears that he and Mina put into the dress in the pub, gripped it and extended it right up to the armpit stitching, which held.



By now the other couples on the dance floor had noticed what was going on. The only staff member taking any notice was the guy running the music. The “Floor Supervisors” having a quiet night were in a huddle, swapping jokes away from the main floor. The next thing the watchers saw was Tom spinning Sarah round so he could do the same ripping on the other side. By now, the front and back of the garment were only held together by the stitching under the arms. As both participants were seemingly enjoying what they were doing, no-one raised any alarm.



Tom and Sarah realised they were being watched, so added a bit more show to the spectacle. When Tom tore down the front of her dress, the hem stitching held together. Sarah manfully held the rags to her bosom with a single hand as Tom spun her round again and ripped the back tear right down and through the hem. Now she was effectively naked, certainly from behind. He grabbed hold of the remains of the nightdress and ripped it out of her hand.



There was a cheer from the observers, strangely this did not alert the security guys, who continued their tête-à-tête. Sarah was in her element now and the disc jockey moved to a different track which enabled Sarah to exploit her nakedness. She went on dancing for a full minute before one of the floor managers noticed her. Even he was transfixed for a few seconds before images of his licence being questioned prompted him to step in.



The manager got booed by the other dancers, as he escorted Sarah and Tom to the side of the floor. “Have you got anything to put on?” He asked. She nodded. “Well put it on and you can stay.”



“Really? I thought we might get thrown out.” Sarah told him.



“It’s a quiet night, nobody seems to object, so put something on and stay. But no more stripping!” He told her. He walked away to tell his mates what he had seen and said. His face when he saw he wearing Tom’s linen jacket was a picture. He half heartedly took a step towards her, then stopped, shrugged and waved his hand despairingly as he turned away.



Needless to say, the jacket didn’t stay fastened for very long, but nobody minded. Especially when Sarah and Mina danced together, as somehow the single button on Mina’s blouse came undone too. The group of girls who were together got the giggles when one of them lifted her top to reveal her bra covered tits, soon they were all doing it.



The main event being over Tom and the two girls decided to call it a night, especially as Sarah was hot for a fucking. They walked down the street towards Tom’s apartment block. “Are you coming back up Mina?” Tom asked.



“Nahh. It’s too late now.” She replied.



“But you came round for your stuff.” Sarah protested.



“I’ll get it some other time.” She told them as she buttoned up her blouse which had still been open up to that point. “I’ll leave you here. I’ll give you a ring Sarah.” With a kiss she was gone.



“I think she enjoyed the evening.” Tom said.



“I bloody well know she enjoyed the evening!” Sarah told him. They walked in silence for a while before she said. “I feel very naked in just this jacket, after all it is not very long.”



“Don’t you like being nearly naked in the street?” Tom asked, somewhat concerned.



“When I’m with you, I love it.” She answered, “really love it!”



“Would you have danced on longer in the club, if the manager hadn’t stopped you?”



“Definitely, I was getting really turned on, it was all I could do not to finger myself!”



“Like this?” Tom slipped his hand to her groin and found her labia, still slightly damp.



“Exactly like that!” Sarah hugged him, “In fact the way I was feeling just a that moment, if you had thrown me to the floor and fucked there and then I wouldn’t have stopped you.”



They had reached the apartment block. “How about a fuck in the lift?” Tom suggested.



“You are such a romantic!” Sarah told him sarcastically, his fingers still working their magic inside her. Then “Aren’t there CCTV cameras in the lift which George monitors?”



“Yes.”



“Then it’s a definite yes from me!” Sarah almost shrieked. “Are we going to walk in the front doors with your hand still up my cunt?”



“What do you think?”



“I think you would if you could!” she pushed his hand away, “but you can’t.”



Sex in the lift did not last long because, the trip was not long enough. They finished their session just in side the door of the apartment on the floor. She was still wearing the jacket as he pumped her full of his seed. They were both exhausted as well as being more than a little drunk. They slept where they were, his penis still inside her, but now flaccid and soft. The mixture of sperm and her juices ran out of her on to the cream coloured linen jacket.



After a while, she woke and eased him off her. He then woke and saw the mess on the jacket. “That’ll need cleaning.” He muttered.



“I’ll take it in tomorrow,” she told him, “In fact I’ll wear it into the shop. I like the smell of you on me.”



The next evening, as they sat eating a pizza in front of the television, “I have something to tell you.”



“What again?” He asked.



“No! Not that, – at least not yet.” She giggled. “About this exhibition at the weekend. Fred and I have been invited to dinner on the Saturday night. Fred has accepted, so It means we are to travel up after closing on Saturday and meeting up for dinner, then staying overnight. Do you mind?”



“Double room?”



“Absolutely not!” She laughed, “I love Fred dearly but not to the extent of sleeping with him!”



“So you are going to leave me all alone on my own, with no-one to wank me.” Tom said sadly.



“I’ve been thinking about that,” She said.



“Really?”



“Yes really.” She put down her pizza and reached across and kissed him. “I love you with all my heart, and trust you implicitly.”



“You mad fool!”



“Shut up and listen.”



“One thing before you go on.” He held her hands.



“What?”



“This dinner with the suppliers and Fred.”



“What about it?”



“I want you to be naked under your dress.”



“If that’s what you want.”



“It is.”



“OK then, but listen.” She took a breath. “Mina is having a bad time at the moment, what with one thing or another, she need cheering up.”



“She seemed pretty cheerful the other night.”



Sarah sighed, “She was and she certainly enjoyed our company, and what we got up to. Would you take her out for dinner on Saturday evening? Please? For me?”



“Just for dinner.”



“Well you could always bring her back here for coffee and the like.”



“Coffee and the like?”



“Use your imagination.!”



“What exactly are you asking, telling me to do?”



“Anything goes.”



“Anything?”



“So if she wants to spend the night here that’s ok?”



“Of course!” She replied, And if she wants spend the night in your bed, that’s ok too.”



“You know what’s likely to happen, if she spends the night in my –our bed.”



“Of course!”



“You don’t mind?”



“Of course not, I love the pair of you and let’s face it, it won’t be the first time you and her will have had sex.”



“But you were there last time.”



“I know, but I also want to give Mina a good time.”



“I thought that was a job you were giving to me!” Tom laughed.



“Don’t act stupid!” She slapped him on the arm.



They went to bed that night and made soft passionate love, there was no hard fucking or severe shagging, they slept in each other’s arms after truly consummating their love for each other.



The next couple of days went by without incident or comment from either of them. On the Friday evening, she modelled her dress for the Saturday evening dinner. It was a long translucent deep vee necked pale green dress with lots of tiny pleats which helped to prevent it being see through. “I will have to wear stockings with it, so I have bought some white hold ups. Do you like the back?” She turned round to show it was almost completely backless. There was a ribbon tie between the shoulders across the back to secure it, but she hadn’t done them up.



“Wear it like that.” Tom said hoarsely



“Like what?”



“Without that ribbon thing done up.”



“They’re there to stop it slipping off my shoulders.”



“I know! Wear it like that please!”



“OK but I’ll have to do something with them, I can’t have them hanging down.”



“Cut them off.”



“I can’t, this dress belongs to my mother!”



“Is she ever going to wear it again?”



“I wouldn’t think so.”



“Does she want it back?”



“Probably not.”



“Then cut the bloody ribbons off!”



Sarah looked at him, “I’ll unpick them, then I can sew them back on if necessary.”



“It won’t be necessary.”



“Anyway,” She said turning to face him, I haven’t shown you this.” This, turned out to be a slit in the skirt up to the top of one thigh. “Like it?”



“Love it! Wear it out for dinner with me next week.”



“I thought you might say that, of course I will.”



“Have you got everything else ready?”



“Yes, But I had to buy a new suit, I’m hoping that Fred will let the business pay for that, it was very expensive, the old one was too shabby.”



That evening Tom phoned Mina and asked her out to dinner the following night. She seemed surprised and delighted to be asked, but was a bit reluctant to commit until she had spoken to Sarah. It turns out that Sarah phoned her on the Saturday morning and gave her blessing, after which Mina phoned to accept the invitation. “Nice quiet dinner this time, no disco either if that’s what you’d like.” Tom had told her.



“We’ll see.” She had replied



Tom popped into the shop to let Sarah know it was all set, and jokingly to warn Fred to keep his hands off Sarah. “You can look, but not touch.” Tom said with a smile.



“She’s my secret weapon, I’m hoping that we can do a deal on Saturday evening and make a start back after lunch on Sunday.” Fred told him.



“She won’t be any secret if she wears the dress she showed me!” Tom guffawed.



“Really I am most intrigued.” Fred replied scratching his chin and looking at Sarah in a new light. Sarah smiled angelically at them both.



Mina arrived by taxi at the apartment block, she didn’t want to be picked up from her house by Tom. George rang Tom to say she had arrived. She was wearing an outdoor coat and a wrap. “Can I go up as I want to leave my coat in the apartment,” she asked George.



“Of course.” He replied and phoned Tom again to tell him the new arrangement.



As a consequence Tom was waiting for her at the lift when she arrived at his floor. “Why the coat?” he asked. “It’s not that cold is it?”



“No.” She replied, “I just didn’t want my Dad to see my dress.”



“Really?” Tom said with a smile, then a smirk, “May I take Madam’s coat?”



“Mina WOW!” He was taken aback by the sight before him. She was wearing a white crotched dress with large holes at the front of her midriff and progressively smaller ones at crucial places like where her nipples and pubes were, but there were holes there too. It was a halter neck style and backless to below her waist. The brown skin of her belly sported a jewelled stud in her navel. The skirt of which there was not much, was full in the sense that the hem was a longer measurement than the waist measurement, but it was comprised mainly of holes rather than wool. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra and while he was trying to work out if she was wearing a thong or not, she put him right on that score.



“Sarah said if she was not allowed any underwear tonight, neither was I. So here I am. You like it?” She did a twirl which caused the skirt to flutter. “Don’t worry, I can twirl a lot faster than that!” She did a fast spin and the skirt few out almost horizontally.



They descended in the lift. She had her long printed muslin wrap round her shoulders, in fact it was so long she had folded it three times to make it a reasonable length, even then it reached her thighs when round her shoulders. “Just in case anything happens to the dress!” she joked. At least he thought she might be joking.

Tom called a taxi and took Mina to a high level restaurant and nightspot a few miles out of town. Their booked table was not quite ready, (they were early) so they sat in the bar. “This is very kind of you Tom, taking me out like this. It looks very expensive here.”



“It’s a sort of dry run.” Tom replied. “I am trying it out for when Sarah gets back. If it works out OK I’ll bring her here too.”



“So I’m a sort of guinea pig!” Mina said, trying to sound annoyed but failing.



“But a very beautiful one.” Tom told her squeezing her hand.



The waiter brought the menu so they could order at their leisure. Mina was wearing her wrap so that the revealing nature of her dress was not immediately obvious. Only the amount of thigh on display indicated how short the skirt was. They took their time deciding what to order, the waiter helping them decide, telling them about each dish. They finally settled on their meal and soon the Sommelier arrived. She was a beautiful long haired brunette wearing a very classy, but sexy black dress. She was brilliant, lavishing attention on them both with equal measure. She helped them select both a main course wine and a dessert wine. It was a bit extravagant, but Tom told her that Mina and him were having a very special date, but he did not elaborate.



After she’d gone, Mina offered the opinion that the Sommelier had fancied Tom. “I don’t think so.” He said, “She just fancied my wallet.” He took another sip of his drink, “anyway she certainly liked you, she was giving you a really good look over.”



“I suppose she was wondering what a gentleman like you saw in a woman like me.”



“You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the room,” Mina was just taking a sip of her drink when Tom continued, “and no doubt she was weighing up her chances with you!”



Mina choked on her drink, with some of it coming back down her nose. “Tom!” she scolded him, “Stop it!”



They sat talking for a little while longer then a syrupy waiter suddenly appeared, telling them their table was ready. Neither of them saw him coming, it was as if he appeared out of nowhere.



Mina followed him with Tom bringing up the rear, watching the smooth wiggle of Mina’s buttocks hardly hidden at all by the crocheted skirt. They were shown to a corner table , where they could both sit and face out into the restaurant. The food arrived as if by magic with three people waiting on them, two men and a young woman. As quickly as they appeared, they were gone, leaving the couple to enjoy their meal.



Tom reached under the table, “Mina, give me your hand.” She did as she had been bidden. “You know when we were dancing in the nightclub and you said that if ever things between Sarah and I didn’t work out, you’d be there for me?”



“Don’t remind me Tom, it was an awful thing to say, Sarah is my best friend and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or try to break you two up.” Mina was almost in tears.



“Mina.” Tom began.



“Please let me finish, Tom,” Mina pleaded with him. “I know why I said it, and it has more than an element of truth in it, but I would never forgive you or myself if we were to cause Sarah and you to part.”



“Thank you for saying that Mina,” Tom replied, “Sarah and I are not going to break up, so you can relax on that point. I know that you and her go back a long way and I have no intention of coming between you and her. I wants us all three to be the best of friends.”



Mina smiled at him through tear filled eyes. “You are a lovely man Tom and I hope you and I can become good friends too.”



“I’m glad that that is settled, Tom said softly, “now enjoy your meal and the rest of the evening, because later on I want to shag the arse off you!”



Mina laughed out loud at that, causing some faces to be turned their way in the restaurant. “Sarah told me to wear a “Fuck me” dress tonight, because she would have done if she was here.” She whispered.



“Are you looking forward to having sex whilst still fully clothed in the bath?” Tom asked her.



“If that’s what you want Tom.”



“Oh no!” Tom exclaimed. “This night is about you and what you want, do you understand that?”



“In that case Yes to both counts.” Mina said wearing a big wide smile.



“On the other hand we could go out into the grounds and fuck against a tree.” Tom looked at her as he made the suggestion.



“That too if you like, Surprise me.” She told him.



It surprised them both how quickly the time had passed, and by the time they were having their after dinner coffee, they had been there almost three hours. “Shall we try and find the ballroom?” Tom asked.



“Yes, that would be nice. Do you want to show me off to the other guests?”



“Definitely, are you up for that?”



“Tom,” she sounded a little exasperated, “Have you seen how I’m dressed? Of course I’m up for that!”



“How long have you had that dress by the way?” Tom asked her.



“A couple of weeks, I bought it off the internet, intending to wear it only at a small intimate party. I never imagined wearing it in public!”



“I’m glad you did.”



“I did it for you, Tom.” She sighed “Sarah has told me to expect that anything I might wear may not survive the night. So tonight what’s mine is yours. Just get me home safely.”



“I will.” Tom told her as they walked through the corridors of the hotel, “although not necessarily dressed.”



Mina laughed, “That’s why I brought the wrap.”



“Even that, is only muslin and see through.” He noted.



“Precisely. I didn’t want to spoil all your fun.” She snuggled up to his arm.



They heard the sounds of a dance band and followed them to the ballroom. It was busy, but not overcrowded. They were playing a waltz. “Let’s dance Mina.” She melted into his arms and their bodies moulded together, their pelvises gently nudging each other. “I wonder if you are the only one on this dance floor not wearing panties.” He whispered into her ear.



She gently slapped his shoulder, “I bet I’m not, have you seen how tight some of those silk dresses are? I haven’t seen a VPL at all yet.”



“Are you trying to turn me on?” he asked, “Telling me that most of the women surrounding me are naked under their dresses? Some of them look like really classy women.”



“They are the worst.”



They continued dancing for a long time, luxuriating in the smooth sounds of the band. “Do you want a drink Mina?”



She shook her head, “Now I am very happy as I am. I don’t want the dancing to get any faster, I like it here in your arms.”



“You realise that we are going to have to do some quickstep or even Rock’n'Roll don’t you, I want everyone to see that neat little arse you’ve got.” He told her.



She shuddered slightly and murmured “I know!”



He detected the shudder, “do you not want to do it?” he asked.



“Yes I do!” she told him emphatically, “None of my boyfriends has ever asked me to do anything like this. I’m so excited at the prospect, of people seeing me displaying my body for my partner. In fact I’ve changed my mind, I would like a drink, a big stiff one and I will be ready.”



He guided her over to the bar and sat her on a high bar stool. She crossed her legs, but he manipulated them so that one thigh crossed the other about half way up. She felt uncomfortable, but was delighted that her legs were so exposed and that she was getting some attention.



It wasn’t long before the tempo of the music increased sufficiently that some dancers were jiving. “Your time has come Mina, leave your wrap here and let’s flash some flesh.” Tom said to her.



She almost wet herself with delight as she slid down from the stool and her dress caught up on it, momentarily exposing her bum cheeks. Tom handed her wrap to one of the barmen and told him to keep it for her. There were a number of mostly older people standing round the edge of the dance floor watching the more energetic ones jiving. Tom had to push his way politely through the three deep audience reaching behind himself to pull Mina along. She needed no pulling she was as anxious as he was to get dancing.



They started in a fairly conservatory fashion. But he loved the way she spun round and her skirt flew out. He could see her breasts moving inside the holey dress and he was getting very excited at the prospect of a nipple flash. They weren’t used to each other’s dancing so no ambitious moves were made. But every now and then he put his arm around her and displaced her dress allowing either her bum to be seen or almost a whole breast. After a while they realised that many more people were watching than dancing, indeed some of the dancers had stopped to watch him and Mina. She was getting her wish to put on a show, there was no doubt in the minds of anyone watching that she was naked under her dress. It was clear that the band were going into the big finish so her tried the through the legs move where Mina slid down through his legs and was pulled back so her legs were thrown into the air. Luckily Mina twigged on to his plan and co-operated.



She pulled her feet together and slid her legs along the floor between his. Her dress caught a little on his trousers and she ended up exposed from the waist down. The return move relied on him pulling her back with such force that she would be thrown into the air, holding on to his shoulders. Again as this happened, her dress slid up her body almost to breast level exposing her bum and pussy to all. She landed back on her feet to a rapturous round of applause from most who were watching, some of the women looked disgusted, but they were more than countered by those who enjoyed the show.



They made their way back to the bar and found drinks being bought for them. One man came up and said what a wonderful show they had put on, but someone had complained to the management about her nudity, but he had been dissuaded from acting on the complaints by those who had enjoyed the dancing.



The barman offered Mina’s wrap back but she told him to hang on to it for a little longer. After a refreshing drink, slow dancing was back, the main lights had been dimmed and only the wall lights round the room remained on. This gave an intimate feel to even such a large room. Mina and Tom smooched their way round the floor. Their arms wrapped around each other. Tom put one hand to the back of her neck and kissed her for the first time that night. Her response was her tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for a moment or two. She pulled her face away from his sufficiently to say, “It’s a hook and eye, Tom.” He realised that he was holding the halter top fastening of her dress. “It undoes like a bra.” She whispered. He needed no further instruction and moments later the halter had slipped forward and their body pressure and his hand on her breast were all that was stopping the dress from falling off. He was enjoying himself, but she was in heaven!



They danced until the band packed up and left. Her halter was reconnected and her wrap collected. “Would you like a walk in the grounds, or shall we go home?” Tome asked her.



“Let’s go home.” She said quietly. They were really lucky with a taxi. One had just dropped off some guests who were staying at the hotel having been out somewhere else for the evening. The driver was very pleased to pick up a return fare.



George was on station in reception (does he ever go home?) “Evening Mr Ward” he greeted Tom and had a smirk on his face when he saw that it was not Sarah on his arm. “Had a good night sir?”



“Thank you George, yes we have.” Tom told him as they waited for the lift doors to open. As they stepped inside the car, Tom suggested to Mina that she had been wearing her dress for long enough that evening.



“I thought you wanted to throw me into the bath whilst I was still wearing it.” Mina responded.



“That was only one of a number of options.” He told her, reaching behind her neck to unfasten the clip.



Mina grinned at him as she spread her arms wide and let the garment slither to the floor. She pulled her wrap round herself and said “Satisfied now?”



Tom looked at her encased only in the beautiful printed muslin wrap, “I am only disappointed that you did not wear that on the dance floor instead of your dress.”



“I’ll show you.” She said. She unravelled the wrap and wound it round herself to form a sort of dress. “You like it?”



“Bugger me!” Exclaimed Tom, If I had known you could do that, I’d have insisted that you would have come out with me dressed like that.”



“Sorry, kid, you missed your chance.” She was laughing at him.



“Would you have done it?” He asked



“Yes, I think I would have, going where we went tonight, although jiving would have been out of the question of course.”



They arrived at the correct floor and stepped across the hall way towards the apartment. “Wave at George.” Tom told her indicating a CCTV camera in the corner. She did as he said and did a little curtsey to the camera.



Inside, he took her in his arms and said “I’ve had a whale of a time tonight and if you have,” She nodded, “and want to leave it there,” (she shook her head), “then I suppose we could go to bed.” (she nodded again). She took his hand and led him to the bedroom where she threw herself on the bed.



“Make love to me Tom.” She said softly and watch as he slowly disrobed, determined to build up the atmosphere. He was right to do so as she was more than ready for him when he joined her, naked on the bed. “You’ll have to unwrap me.” She told him.



She had made such a good job of winding the wrap round herself and tucking it in that he was a bit nonplussed as to where to start. She giggled “I learnt to tie a sari many years ago and it came in handy tonight.” She made him fight his way into the garment, while she collapsed in a fit of giggles. Eventually he had her free of any encumbrances and he lay on top of her kissing her gently. “Thank you for tonight, Tom, it’s been lovely.”



“Lovely?” He questioned.



“And exciting.” She added, “It was great to think of all those people seeing me.”



“I should think so too!” Tom told her, “I was proud to be seen with you, you beautiful, sexy woman, you. You liked being exposed in next to nothing to strangers.?”



“I did and Sarah told me to expect to be shown off, so I went with it and loved it!” She laughed, “to think last week I was reluctant to take off my bra! Now you have opened a Pandora’s Box, you have turned me into a right exhibitionist.” Tom smiled. “What are you smiling at?” she asked.



“Sarah said she had been hoping to meet someone like me, who would allow her to indulge in her latent wish to play risqué games.”



“Right, Tom, turn over and let me indulge you for a moment.” He rolled over on to his back and she slid down his body and took his penis into her mouth. She hesitated for a moment. “Would you like me to be a really dirty girl for you?” She received a grunt in reply, which indicated his acquiescence, so she lifted his leg and started to lick his perineum which is the patch of skin between the scrotum and the anus.



He jerked so much that he knocked her head with his thigh. “No-one has ever done that to me before!” he gasped. He lifted his legs higher in an invitation for her to continue. She needed no second bidding and ran the flat of her tongue along the reddish, slightly sweaty, skin. “Ahhhh,” he moaned, then she took one of his testicles into her mouth and just gently gripped it with her teeth. He was writhing in a mixture of agony and ecstasy this was a new experience for him and he was somewhat horrified at what might happen, but not wanting her to stop what she was doing. She teased him with her teeth, threatening to bite, but still using her tongue on the part of the scrotum in her mouth. She clearly could not talk while she was busy, so she reached above her head and found his penis with her hand. Pulling his foreskin back, found his stigola, the hole in the end of the urethra, with her fingernail and waggled it back and forth. She was giving him quite a few new experiences this night and he was not sure quite how much he was enjoying them.



She relaxed after a while and then took his penis in her hand and began to wank him whilst looking directly at his face. She smiled, in fact displayed a wide grin. “I have other tricks.” she said.



“You are some girl Mina!” he groaned. “Where did you learn to do that?”



“My brother.”



“Your brother!?” He sat bolt upright.



She burst into a hearty laugh, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” when she had stopped laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, she said, “Your face! It was a picture!” When she had got his full attention, “actually it was one of my aunts, who told me how to do it.”



“Your aunt?”



“Yes, in our culture we are taught how to treat our men, and it is often the aunts that teach the younger girls in the little things that can please men. You have heard of the Karma Sutra?” he nodded, “well,” she said with an enormous wink, “not all things are written down.”



“Blimey!” Tom uttered, “How long have you been doing that to men?”



“You are the first.”



“Wow!”



“Did you like it?”



“Well it was certainly stimulating. I’m still making up my mind whether I liked it or not. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unexpected. You certainly are a girl of surprises.”



“Maybe, I can try it again sometime, perhaps later, after you have pumped your seed into me.”



He made a grab for her, “now that is something that I enjoy!” He rolled her on to her back, lifted her legs, which she curled round his body and slid his extremely erect penis into her.



They made soft gentle love, a sexual meeting of two lovers, no-one was in a rush to climax and that made it much more enjoyable. After a while they began moving in a gentle rhythm working in harmony to each satisfy the other. The orgasms, when they came were almost simultaneous, she having her first before him. This spurred him on to greater effort and he injected three, four, five streams of ejaculate into her willing body. She clamped him hard in her and held him there until his hardness had gone.



He rolled on to his back and she clambered on top of him allowing the mixture of her juices and his sperm to run out of her all over his chest. She then slithered down and rubbed it over him with her breasts. He pulled her to him and they kissed for several minutes, tonguing each other, her arms around his neck and his hands caressing her buttocks. His fingers found her anus and he began to run his finger round her rim. “That’s something that no man has ever done to me.” She whispered, “would you like to try?”



“Give me time to recover first sweetie.” He murmured, “you have no idea what you have taken out of me tonight.”



“Of course.” She whispered, “but when you do, be gentle with me.”



“I’ll be as gentle as a lamb.”



They lay in each other’s arms for some time, before she started playing with his penis again. It began to show signs of life, which she took as an encouraging sign and eventually of course he developed a decent erection, he looked at her “ready?”



“Yes, but…..” she hesitated, “could you find something, to … to help?”



“A lubricant?”



“Yes.”



“OK then.” He got up and disappeared out of the bedroom.



“Mina!” he called from the other room.



“What?”



“I’m coming ready or not!”



She got off the bed and knelt on the floor, with her legs splayed out and her torso across the bed. He knelt behind her she felt something cold, soft and creamy being applied to her backside. “It’s cold! What is it?”



“Don’t ask!”



She giggled but stopped doing so almost immediately as she felt fingers applying the cream, to the edge of her rectum. The fingers were then replaced by something bigger and harder. He stayed at the very entrance of her anus. “You must tell me if you want me to stop.” He instructed her. “I mean it!”



“Yes!” she gasped. “do it!” she gave a sharp intake of breath as he ease slowly into her. It felt wet and messy, and tight but slippery. It felt as though her whole body was being invaded. She felt his groin touch her buttocks and knew he was right in. She was sure that she could feel his prick pushing against her womb. This was obviously impossible and just a feeling, a feeling she was beginning to like. “Tom.”

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