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Chapter 4 – Don



Don sat in his chair and quietly banged his head on his desk as the phone next to him continued its shrill ringing. The sound of the front door opening just caused him to sigh and wonder what was next on this completely horrid morning.



The mayor of the town stood just inside City Hall and watched the Utility Clerk stop banging his head and answer the phone. Once Don had dealt with the phone, Mayor Ray addressed him, “So… busy morning?”



As Don opened his mouth to reply the phone rang again. With a mighty growl Don snatched the offending instrument and barked a mean good morning into it. He could see Ray chuckling to himself on his way out the door and his thoughts darkened even more.



Fuck Sharon for quitting yesterday! And fuck Wanda for taking today off to go fucking shopping! And then fuck the damn Mayor for laughing at him after Don helped him fuck his wife into shape last night!



That sweet memory though caused him to pause and reflect while blocking out the annoying voice in his ear. That memory led to the one of ass fucking Sharon yesterday too. A huge sigh filled him as he pushed it all aside to do his job.



The next time the door opened the vision that greeted Don caused all memories and thoughts to flee his mind. Long golden hair drifted softly down to a tiny waist. A soft pink sweater molded lush large breasts while a floaty skirt danced over nicely rounded hips and the longest legs Don had seen in a long time. As Don’s mouth started he water he jerked his eyes back to the face belonging to this knock out body. Huge green eyes that twinkled with an inner humor met his as full, pouty lips smiled.



Don stared, unable to speak, unable to react as this goddess walked around the counter. She quickly leaned over and answered the phone at the reception desk with a pert, “Good morning, this is Kathy; how may I help you?”



Don’s thoughts spun erratically as he watched that short, thin skirt sway over one hell of a sweet ass. Kathy from the library? The same Kathy that he drooled over every time he saw her? A Kathy that looked like no librarian he had ever known. He tapped his pen against his desk ignoring the phone that again ringed at his elbow.



When Kathy hung up the counter phone she turned to him. “Okay look, Ray asked me to help you out today but I’m not doing all the work, buddy boy.” She stared right back at him, daring him to say something.



“Ray sent you?” His lips pursed in thought as the front door opened to a customer, so he finally turned to answered the insistent ringing. He continued to watch Kathy as she dealt with the customer. Observing old man Finley leave with a sparkle in his eye and a bulge in his pants caused Don to become aware of his own partial stiffy.



It was a nearing noon before the two finally got a break from the every day business of running City Hall. Kathy had just stepped right in and went to work like it was something she did everyday. Customers had been surprised but very pleased to see her and everyone she dealt with and left with a smile. Especially the men.



“You seem to have worked in here before,” Don commented.



Kathy laughed, “Yes I have. Sharon’s had me in here when you were gone so I could help Wanda.”



“I bet that was fun.”



“Wanda is a little difficult, but I like Sharon and didn’t mind giving her a hand.”



Don let the image that had greeted him yesterday of Wanda with her face buried in Sharon’s muff pass through his mind. He wondered just what kind of “hand” Kathy had given Sharon in the past. And then he wondered what kind of “hand” he could convince her to give him.



“There’s something I’d like to ask you but it’s a bit personal. Would you mind?” Kathy nervously twisted a pen in her fingers.



“Not at all, ask away.”



Kathy took a deep breath as if to steady herself but this caused those very pretty breasts of her’s to push even harder against her sweater. Don just got a glimpse of rock hard nipples and the old man in his pants twitched again. “Sharon sent me an email yesterday that had a video attached that was very informative. And then when Ray called me this morning he just acted kinda weird, like he knew that I had received the video. Did you know Sharon was going to send it to me? It seemed like something she’d want to keep quiet, or personal maybe.”



As Don’s eyes hadn’t left the front of Kathy’s sweater so it took him a moment to process what she had said. A feeling of dread began to fill him. Without bothering to answer Kathy he jerked open his desk drawer and pulled out a key to Sharon’s office.



Jumping up, he headed over to the office door and opened it. After flicking on the lights, it took only moments before he located the camera. “Fuck!” he swore viciously, at the same time giving the bitch props for being so clever.



Hearing the front door open and Kathy greeting a customer gave Don a few minutes to think. He rounded the desk and booted up the computer. It took no effort at all to find the video, Sharon had left it in plain site. Pulling up her email he clicked open the “sent” folder and his eyes widened at what he saw there. It seemed Sharon had neatly informed a few different people of yesterday’s antics.



As he sat drumming his fingers on the desk, Kathy came in the room. “I uh, I locked the front door for lunch. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to upset you.”



Don shoved his fingers through his thick black hair and leaned back in the chair. His blue eyes staring at the computer screen, his mind searching for words to say that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete idiot. “I ah… had no idea she did that. Sharon kind of surprised us all yesterday.”



“Yesterday? That happened just yesterday? Wow. And in here too,” Kathy sat on the edge of the desk beside Don as she looked around the office. Her skirt rode up her thighs exposing creamy skin to Don’s gaze. “So where are Sharon and Wanda today? Why aren’t they here at work?”



Don couldn’t help himself, his hand went to all that warm waiting skin and settled on Kathy’s knee. “Sharon quit yesterday after her little session and Wanda’s out shopping for new clothes. What all did you see in the video?” His hand gently stroked the softness beside him, his fingers sliding and caressing Kathy’s leg.



Kathy unconsciously let her legs open slightly wider, “Umm… uh, just you and a woman that I assumed was Sharon. Her head was kinda cut off by the camera angle. But you were… oh mmm…” She moaned quietly as he hand slid softy up her thigh.



“God you have the most gorgeous legs. Why the hell are you a librarian?”



“Well, when I came back after college I needed a job and, uh Mary gave me one.” She was breathing heavier, her legs falling apart even farther.



Don continued his stroking of her leg letting his fingers glide higher and higher. He couldn’t believe how silky smooth her skin was; it fascinated him. He now had both hands on her leg, running them up and down. Kathy’s small, high pitched sounds made under her quickened breaths combined with the faint musky scent coming from under her skirt had him rock hard.



He glanced quickly up at her face, to check her reaction. Kathy’s head was tilted back, her eyes closed, she leaned back on her hands, causing her nipples to strain against the tight sweater. With her legs now wide open and her skirt riding up nearly to her crotch, Don decided to see how far he could take it.



Leaning forward, he laid his lips on her leg just above the knee. Kathy gasped and a soft, “oh yes,” could barely be heard. Don let just the tip of his tongue reach out to taste. Strawberries! Oh god she tasted like fresh strawberries.



“If you’re going to stop, me do it now,” he growled, fingers tightening on her legs.



His words seemed to bring Kathy back to awareness. Her green eyes snapped wide open and met his, full of swirling emotions. As Don’s thumbs made little circles on the inside of her knees, Kathy eyes cleared. She reached down and pulled her skirt all the way up, exposing her lack of panties and bare, shaved mound to Don.



“When Ray called and asked if I’d come in, I wore this outfit on purpose. And I didn’t wear any panties on purpose.” In one quick move she pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the desk. “And I wore my prettiest bra on purpose. That video of you made me so hot that I made myself cum twice last night just thinking about you doing that to me.”



Don quickly stood up and captured her lips with his. Tongues twisted and twined together. Kathy’s hands tangled in Don’s thick black hair, holding him close. It seemed that an explosive fire began to rage inside Don. This woman’s lips were causing electric currents to flash straight to his gut like none had ever done before.



When the kiss finally ended, he leaned back to look deep in those green eyes. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m going to have you.”



Kathy leaned farther back on the desk, giving him full access. As Don’s mouth assaulted her neck and shoulders, breathing and tasting that sweet berry scent, his hands came up to enclose her breasts. Big and firm, they felt so good in his hands. Nipples poked into his palms like little pebbles.



His fingers pulled down the thin pieces of pink lace and gently rolled and pulled on those pebbles. As Kathy’s moans increased, Don left a trail of kisses across her firm mounds in search of the pleasure giving nubs. Taking the berry in his mouth and sucking felt like coming home. His hard cock pulsed in time to his suckling, fingers massaging each breast as if milking them for more.



Kathy’s breathing had turned to ragged gasps, those quiet wails, encouraging. As Don licked his way across to the other waiting nipple, he wrapped his arm around her to help support her. Gently, oh so gently, he bit down and the small dark nub and swirled his tongue around her aureola.



A harsh groan emitted from Kathy and she suddenly started bucking her hips and shaking with an orgasm. Don raised his head in surprise but dropped a hand down between her legs and tweaked the moist clit he encountered. He was amazed at the amount of fluid that quickly coated his fingers. He had never in his life known a woman to orgasm just from sucking her nipples.



After a few short minutes, Kathy relaxed against him. Her head laying heavily on his shoulder he could hear her quietly whispered ,”oh gods.” He stroked her back, helping her calm down, simply amazed at this warm bundle of woman shivering in his arms.



“Does that always happen?”



Kathy shook her head. Looking up at him she said, “Something happened when you touched me. I just kind of exploded.” Inside her head, Kathy’s thoughts swirled. What had just happened here? No man had ever caused her to react like that. She felt like her body wasn’t her own anymore, just a raging, hot, wet mess that seriously needed to be fucked.



“Well normally, I’d be happy to give you several more explosions, but I’m about to have one of my own in my pants unless you could help me with that.”



A sly smile crept across those lush lips. Don felt a hand squeeze the front of his jeans and drew a deep breath to keep steady. “You do seem to have a slight problem down below.”



“Slight?” Don asked incredulously. At Kathy’s giggle he stepped back and jerked down his zipper to release the pressure of his pants. He made short work of the fastenings, but before he could reach in to pull out his iron stiff pole, Kathy’s dainty hands were pushing his out of the way.



Don’s cock was slender, but long. Kathy used both hands to hold his length and still didn’t cover the purple tip. “Oh sweet heaven,” she whispered before sliding off the desk and dropping to her knees. After taking a long swipe with her tongue from base to tip, Kathy slid the long pole into her mouth.



Dale had to grab the back of the chair beside him as his knees nearly buckled at the intense feeling. It felt like his guts were on fire. Reaching down with his other hand, he tangled his fingers in those long golden locks, gently encouraging Kathy’s wondrous sucking.



He marveled at this beautiful creature before him. As his gasps filled the air, he watched as she took more and more of his cock into her hot wet mouth. No woman he’d been with had ever managed to take all of him without gagging, but so far she appeared to have no problems at all in that area. With her hands massaging his heavy ball sack and thighs, Kathy sucked the last of his rod into her mouth, he could actually feel the tip edging down her throat.



Only a few more sucks and he was groaning, “I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m gonna cum.”



Those words seem to spur Kathy’s sucking on even more, pulling him hard and deep into her mouth. As Don felt his balls grow hard, the eruptions began. He shot load after load down her throat, gripping the chair back hard as the spasms shook his whole body. Don wondered if he’d ever stop cumming as Kathy’s tongue slid and slipped its way around him. He could feel the movements of her throat as she swallowed every drop.



Finally,she drew back, carefully pulling him from her mouth, making sure she left no creamy fluid behind. With a last stroke of her hands, she stood again as Don collapsed down in the chair. He pulled her into his lap and buried his face in her fragrant hair.



It was a few minutes before he was able to think and speak coherently again. He gave her a soft kiss and ran his hands through her long locks. As blue eyes met green, Don suddenly realized that this woman, that he’d known only distantly, had touched him as no woman ever had.



“I uh…” Don started to speak but Kathy’s fingers gently touched his lips stopping his words.



“Lets go get some lunch, finish the day and if you want, we’ll talk tonight after work.” Kathy didn’t want this precious new thing between them analyzed too hard just yet. She’d never experienced love at first sight and wasn’t sure she believed in it, but something fragile was growing between them and she wanted to savor it for a while.



Don was stunned. A woman that didn’t immediately want to talk things over, dissect everything? And she seemed sincere enough that he didn’t even smell a trap! He couldn’t seem to form words into a sentence, so he just nodded his head and allowed Kathy to stand.



After they both put their clothes back in order, she took his hand and led Don from the building. They went to the local diner, grabbed a quick lunch and headed back to the office. Once there, Don opened the front door again and settled back at his desk.



They hadn’t spoken much more than to discuss lunch and how busy the day had been. Kathy acted like nothing unusual had happened. Don was more confused now than ever. As he stared at the back of Kathy’s skirt a sudden flash went through him as he remembered there was nothing underneath it except a smooth bare pussy and a generous handful of ass cheeks. Almost immediately his dick was rock hard again.



Don sighed and resigned himself to an uncomfortable afternoon. As the hours passed, Don’s thoughts were deep. Back in high school he had been heavily into sports and so getting girls had been relatively easy. Also, in college, on a sports scholarship, he enjoyed many romps with many different girls. Even now, he had retained enough of his looks and form, that getting his “itch scratched” wasn’t difficult to do.



But just one touch from Kathy had him spinning out of control. What was it about her that was so different? And why was he so bothered by the thought that what happened between them was meaningless? (it was just a bit awkward) She was so warm and responsive, so soft and sweet. And that ass… oh my god that ass!



Just at that moment, Kathy dropped the pen she was using on the floor and bent to pick it up. Don had a quick flash of rounded white cheek and had to stifle a groan. That skirt should be outlawed, he thought to himself darkly. Then, just as darkly, wondered why he should care if her skirt was too short.



Tapping his pen on the desk, he considered the day’s events. Sure, he’d known Kathy for some time now, but he’d never actually spent time with her like this before. As the memory of the taste of strawberries drifted through him, he decided that he wanted more. More time, more tastes and certainly more getting to know each other.



Casually he rose from his desk and went to the counter to stand beside Kathy. Grinning at the customer and joking about the weather, Don slowly let his hand settle on the round firmness of Kathy’s ass. Feeling the slight jump under his hand told him that she was also quite responsive to his touch.



Very carefully, so as to not draw attention to what he was doing, Don began to bunch the thin skirt up, drawing it up inch by inch. Kathy dealt with the customer and wished him a good day as another came in the door. Don kept on raising the skirt, not allowing anything to show on his face what he was doing.



A few short moments later, his fingers felt bare skin. Kathy’s voice cracked a bit as she chatted with the customer, but Don felt her legs part very slightly. Letting his fingers draw little patterns on her creamy smooth skin, Don leaned against the counter and prepared to enjoy. Kathy thew him a discrete glare and he only smiled in response.



For once fate seemed in his favor as customers continued to come in, just frequently enough that Kathy couldn’t move away. At this point Don’s hand was completely under her skirt and creeping slowly down between her legs. He could see that her nipples were hard points under her sweater and she would bite her lip in concentration to do the computer work.



If this old bat doesn’t leave so I can kill him, I’m going to reach across this counter and bitch slap her. Then I’m gonna bitch slap Don,Kathy thought to herself as her pussy got wetter and wetter due to Don’s wandering fingers.



Don shifted against the counter so his hard on wasn’t trapped against the hard workspace, and nudged Kathy’s hip into his crotch. This also let his fingers dip into that dark musky crack. He could feel Kathy lean her hip into him and shift her legs father apart while still managing to keep her thoughts under control even though her breathing had quickened.



His fingers found the tight puckered little hole they had been seeking and gently stroked. He heard Kathy’s quick gasp and took over speaking to the current customer so she wouldn’t have to. As he gently assaulted that sensitive spot, Kathy’s hips began to move with his fingers.



As soon as the customers had cleared the office, Kathy rounded on Don and grabbed the front of his pants, stroking him. She leaned in and pressed those firm breasts against his chest, rubbing up against him. He quickly discovered that the turn-about play went straight through his system as the heat flash shot through him.



“You are a bad bad man. Until it’s time to lock this door, get back to your desk,” she panted.



“No.” Grabbing her hand, Don jerked Kathy around the corner out of sight of the public and pulled her to him for long hot kiss. Pushing Don back against the wall, Kathy raised one long leg and wrapped it around his waist, grinding her hips against his. As the two wrapped around each other, oblivious to the world, an embarrassed cough was heard.



At Kathy’s jerk, Don moved quickly to keep her held tightly against him. They turned to see who had invaded their stolen moment. A few feet away, shuffling his feet and staring at the floor to hide a huge grin was Fred, the Street Supervisor.



As Kathy’s head dropped to Don’s shoulder to hide, he growled at Fred, “Dude, I got a freaking hot woman in my arms and we have maybe 5 minutes before the next group of old farts comes in, what the hell do you want that can’t wait?”



Fred’s shoulders were shaking with his struggle not to laugh. “I was just gonna turn in this paperwork to Sharon. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

All through my life, I have always been told, how do you know unless you try? Until I began writing this story, I never thought about much about this say. However, this is an accurate description of our, Yvette’s and Brad’s sex life, and our sex life has always been exciting with a youthful willingness to explore our sexual boundaries. If you were to look at us now you would probably never guess that we have a healthy appetite for exploration. The experience I am about to retell involves a threesome that happened during the summer of ’96.



My wife, Yvette is eight years my junior. She is short around 5’1 with naturally curly shoulder length light auburn hair, green eyes and a curvaceous figure. Her breasts are 36B with a small nipple lie almost flat when not aroused but grows several time their size when aroused. While her skin is light similar to people of Irish, English, or Nordic descent. If you were to look at Yvette, your first guess would probably be mid-20 but the reality is she is closer to 40. She is almost eight years my junior and we met shortly after her graduating high school.



In contrast to her simple features, Yvette’s personality is quite complex. Probably the most interesting aspect of her personality is when you talk to her she comes across very progressive in her ideology but beyond her progressive mask her values regarding relationships are quite conservative. This comes about, I feel, because of her mother divorcing then remarrying in a short period when Yvette was young. For Yvette, I feel, this created a home with competing values. Also, I feel she was never was able to resolve the competing values and instead incorporated them into her overall personality.



An area where this dichotomy of competing values shows up is in her way of relating to people. Yvette is an outgoing individual who is quite confident. She is a patient and understanding individual who demonstrates a lot of tolerance for differing opinions. In contrast, in her personal life, she will listen to differing opinions but believes there are certain rules, regardless of how illogical or out of date they maybe, that must be followed. The conflict between adherence to rules and being tolerant of differing in opinion comes through when it comes to sex.



Yvette feels as though she must strictly adhere to society’s concept of femininity, being a wife, and being in a heterosexual relationship. While, there is another side of Yvette, a side that wants to push the limits of sexual exploration and become a sexually empowered woman. An example of this conflict, between pushing sexual boundaries and adhering to rules, continues to play today as she tries to find a balance between the two of them. For example, when we met, she already had a bisexual experience with another woman and she even participated in a two female threesome where she was the other woman who did not interact with the male. Oddly enough, I was the first guy she was ever with even though when it came to men she was quite flirtatious and remained flirtatious even after being married. However as time went on, she began shedding the need to push the boundaries in favor of adhering to standards society define but there are still times when the desire to push the boundaries comes through in her behavior. These internal struggles and opposing views makes Yvette a dynamic individual.



In comparison, I am quite taller than Yvette with darker hair, blue eyes, and my skin tone tends to be darker in complexion similar to Eastern European or Mediterranean in descent my experience included some two male threesomes, an open relationship, and being in a friend with benefit relationship before meeting Yvette. Unlike Yvette’s experiences, I have only had straight experiences. Also unlike Yvette who has competing views on life, I have always kept an even keel being open-minded while maintaining a consistent liberal outlook. However, as I get older I find when it comes to financial issues I am becoming more conservative but I still maintain a very liberal outlook on social issues. For me, I believe this comes about from my education and having a more stable family life as I grew up.



In our relationship, I tend to be the voice of reason while wanting to do more exploration that is sexual but not go into areas where I feel there is too much risk. Whereas, Yvette early in our relationship started out being sexually adventurous that resulted in us having a few two male threesomes. However, as the years passed she became more of the traditional American wife, developing issues with body image, not wanting sex as much, wanting a career, and preferring to spend time together instead of sex. Even with her becoming more traditional in her views, sex has always remained exciting and she still flirts with the idea of having another threesome.



So how did we get to the point of having a few threesomes in our relationship? As I reflect on them, I feel they were, for us as a couple, a bridge between married life and putting aside our youthful wild side. As individuals, I feel for Yvette, it was a confirmation that she was desirable and being able to put aside her past. For me, it was a chance to have a few more threesomes and allow Yvette the ability to explore this side of her sexuality.



At the time when most of our threesomes occurred we were like many couples just starting out, affording a mortgage was not possible so we chose to live in an apartment complex. The complex had several buildings, with a courtyard that had a pedestrian path, which led to a nearby park, and an outdoor community area. As a multi-unit housing complex, it nicely landscaped with large trees lining the border of the complex in order to give some privacy. Adding to its beauty it was located outside of the city that we work, which meant we had a long commute. However, its location and layout was perfect for helping us to unwind after work. Moreover, living in an apartment complex gave Yvette the opportunity for going on walks and in the summer occasionally lying out in the sun getting that perfect bronze tan.



The warm weather, that year, started earlier than usual, in mid-April, typically it did not start getting warm until lat May or early June. The early start to the warm weather gave Yvette an early start on her outdoor activities. On one of her walks, she met Jim, an older individual about 10 years older than Yvette and took an immediate interest in her. If my memory serves me correctly, Jim lived in a different building in a basement apartment. Jim is average height, with average build though he had some muscle definition especially in the upper-arms and chest and has short brown hair. Appearance wise he was a smoker whose face aged faster and usually has a days worth of beard growth. His clothes shows a bit of age and his jeans appear to be baggy on him giving him a bit more rough appearance. Normally this type of man could not get Yvette’s attention but there was something different about Jim. In contrast to Yvette and me, Jim was a bit cruder in his behavior than us. For Yvette, it provided a bit of a risk due to neighbors finding out, the attention from flirting is something she enjoyed, and made it a bit of an adventure for her.



Anyhow getting back to how Yvette’s meeting Jim led to a memorable sexual adventure, as spring became warmer the time she spent taking walks became longer. After noticing this, one day casually I asked her what was the reason and she began to tell me about Jim flirting with her. Probing a bit deeper I asker her, “Would you like to fuck him?”



To which she replied, ” no.” She said, “I enjoyed the attention and it makes me horny. But, nothing would come from it. I am a good girl and would not anything like that” After saying that she grabbed my wrist, without saying a word, she pulled my wrist towards her and then sliding it down her pants so that it touched her pussy. Normally her pussy does get moist when mildly aroused and it takes a bit of foreplay to get her really wet. This time it was so wet, when thinking about the experience, it reminds me of how wet she would get when should would talk about fucking other guys before she met me. She then smiled at me, blushing a bit, and said to me, “see.”



At this point, using my knowledge about our relationship, I knew this was a situation with potential but at the same time, it was fragile. This meant pushing the idea too much of her fucking Jim would destroy any possibility, regardless of how remote the possibility was but to increase the possibility, the idea needed nurturing. Nurturing meant, being supportive and encouraging it where possible while not appearing too eager. Also, this meant knowing when to ask about the flirting and when asking becomes too much. Essentially nurturing amounted to an art whereby instinct, listening, and it became vital by trying to put together the pieces of information to know how to proceed. For Yvette, it meant needing time to become comfortable with the idea and feeling secure with the idea before going through with it. Therefore, for the next few weeks, I kept quiet and letting her go about her daily walks.



About three weeks passed without me not saying anything. It was just after the Memorial Day weekend, at the end of May; Yvette started regularly tanning outside in the community area of the apartment wearing her size pink size 10 bikini with spaghetti straps that showed off her breasts. One day, I was outside on our deck grilling a 24 oz t-bone steak for me and grilling an 8 oz sirloin steak for Yvette. In the distance I could see Yvette lying face down on her beach towel but unlike the previous year, this time Yvette was tanning near Jim’s basement apartment window with the tie on her bikini top undone. Seeing her lying like with her string undone and lying in a different area intrigued me. The change in her behavior indicated to me this was a time to push the idea of her fucking Jim a bit further but stopping the conversation at the moment I hit resistance. When she finally came in, I mentioned what I had noticed. Oddly, mentioning what I had observed did not surprise her, as I thought it would, and her reply was a bit unexpected. She tells me, “Jim was still flirting with me through his window and he teasingly said I looked like a good fuck. I did not make much out of it.”



Again, I ask, “Would you like to fuck Jim?” I was expecting that she would give me her typical reply.



Instead, she said it, “It is tempting, quite tempting and I would love to feel another cock in me. But, I cannot go through with it. I mean it would be cheating and I could not deal with myself after it happened.” She continued, “How would we do it? I mean, everyone in the complex knows I am married and seeing me with him would look bad.” These statements told me that she was considering the idea at some level. However, the barrier seems to people finding out and she may have some issues about cheating. For me, to move it forward means supporting her is working and I need to give her some more time.



In order to help move it forward and attempting to address the relationship barrier I told her, “You know, it is not cheating if we agree to it, I am told beforehand, and provide you stick the boundaries we agree to then it is not cheating.”



“When you get married, you are not supposed to have sex with other people,” she said.



“I understand what you are saying and I love you no matter what you decide. However, I can tell the idea tempts you and I find it arousing. Maybe, we can find a compromise?”



She did not respond to the last statement and that told me she had hit, what I call information overload. By not responding to the last statement, it told me time to end that part of the conversation. The attention Jim was paying her was wearing her down and by not making a fuss over it seem to provide her with some more reassurance. During the next few weeks, our conversations revolved if she should go through with fucking Jim what would it mean for her. One conversation I recall her saying, “When I was out I was really tempted to say to Jim fuck me now but I held back because I did not how you would feel.”



“If you fucked him, I would not hold it against you because I know that is what you want and I would find it a turn on.”



She thought about it for a moment by not saying anything and she looked as though she was considering what I had made sense. “I know it would turn you on, me too but I could not go through with it. I wish that I could.” With the more recent conversations, Yvette went from telling me it was not going to happened to wanting to go to his apartment to fuck him but at the last moment deciding not to act on her impulses. A few moments later, she says to me, “You know, the attention Jim is giving me is quite a turn on. I love you but I enjoy the attention and want to know what is like to fuck him. If you know what I mean?”



“I know what you mean and it is something you want. Loving you and being married to you is different from just sex. Why is it wrong if you want to have one fling?” What Yvette was saying it was not our marriage was the issue but she feels she needs to fit in the role of wife thereby not giving in to her urge to have sex with someone else. After a few weeks of talking about it and having a few incidents where she was preparing to go through with it only at the last moment changing her decision, she finally decides that will approach Jim about her idea.



After approaching Jim about her idea, she talks about the conversation she had with him and if I remember correctly, the conversation went something like,



“You know Jim, I find you physically attractive and I am curious about what it would be like to be with you once,” she says.



“You are?”



“Yes, once. No one is to know about it and it is one time with no begging for more afterward.” Then she went on, “One more thing, before anything happens I need to be sure my husband is alright with it and nothing happens until he gives me the green light.”



“Okay, I can agree to it.”



To which Yvette said, “In the mean time, if I hear this becoming a part of the gossip around here or you push me for a decision from my husband then all bets are off.”



“Understood.”



However, after telling me about the conversation she admitted, “I am quite nervous and I want it to happen naturally. I do not want to plan it out and I want to create a situation where it can happen without a lot of discussion. The more I discuss it the less like I am to do it.” So, we came up with a plan that she would start flirting with him but this time let the flirting go further by letting the flirting to become quite sexual. The twist this time she would suggest they go to Jim’s apartment to see if he is man enough to go through with what he says or if he is all talk.



“The two things that I ask. One, before anything I happens I want some notification so I do not worry if you do not come back right way. Second is I want you to tell me what happened.”



“Do not worry, you will know when it is going to happen and I will tell you everything.”



After saying that, unless she changed her mind or Jim started talking about their plans to other people in the complex, I realized that it was going to happen. I can remember the day. It was early July just after July 4th and it was in the low 100s. The air conditioning was on, and it was one of those days if you exerted yourself outside you put yourself at risk. Before leaving she spent, allot of time preparing.



Normally she does not shave her pussy but this time she did. Told me, laughingly, “If I did not shave down there he would be gagging on a hair and it would be embarrassing to dial 911 if he started coughing uncontrollably.”



As I saw her getting ready I asked, “Are you enjoying all of this preparation?”



“In some ways I am and I finding it arousing. In other ways I find it a pain and I am glad I do not need to do this all of the time.”



Seeing her spending a lot of time getting ready for someone other than me made me feel conflicted. A part of me found it arousing whereby I become rock hard with my heart racing, breathing faster, my palms definitely sweaty and being unable to sit still. Also there was a part of me that was a bit uncomfortable worrying about her safety and what it would mean afterwards for us.



It was not much longer before she was ready. That day she wore left wearing her pink bikini, taking her beach towel, and sunscreen. She must have tied that bikini tighter then normal because the tracing of her erect nipples shows under her bikini top. To this day I remember her saying, “I am going out to lay in the sun and with any luck Jim will be doing his best to keep out of the sun.”



A few hours passed and I knew what it meant. My heart began racing, palms sweaty, and I began pacing. A part of me was very horny and I wanted to save it for when she cam back. Another part of me, was worrying like a mother with a lost child. I remained in this conflicted state for a few hours until I heard in the distant the sound of the car door closing in the parking lot and followed by a few seconds later of Yvette trying to quietly walk down the hall as she approached the apartment. Once I heard that all worry subsided and I started to become excited to hear what happened. When she finally came through the door, I sitting in a chair with the lights off and the television on , I remember Yvette’s asking very quietly, “Are you up?” before trying to sneak into the bedroom.



Responding to that question, I tell her, “Where you actually expecting that I would be asleep while you were out fucking Jim?”



Yvette’s tone in her reply tells me that she is joking when she said, “no.”



The next thing I remember is her standing there. The light in the apartment accented her 36B breasts to the point where they appeared perkier than usual. To this day, I do not remember her breasts being perkier than normal that night. Finally, I remember the light showing a few love marks on her neck and her face flushed from embarrassment. I suspect her embarrassment was due to the fact I was still up hearing her get in and I believe she wanted to crawl into bed thereby me not seeing the marks on her neck nor smelling a musky fishy smell that I sometimes associate with sex.



Since I was up, she decided she would tell me about what happen. “After leaving the apartment, I wanted to be as causal as possible in order not to attract attention and I lay outside. A few minutes later Jim comes over and begins flirting.”



“So was he surprised that you were more flirtatious than usual?” I asked.



“Wait, I am getting to it,” she said.



“He begins by telling me how hot I look and that gets me horny. Then he says he would love to fuck both my pussy and ass. It becomes too much for and I told him that he would not last no more than one time.”



“Did that get him interested or did he loose interest?”



“Yes, he became quite interested and I could see he got hard. He did not want to become a part of the gossip grapevine of the apartment complex. Therefore, he told her that decided to take her to a nearby hotel and arranged for a cab to pick us up.”



“Was it a nice hotel?” I asked.



“No, cheap bastard” she said. She continued by describing the hotel as, ” One of those cheap hotels that you get for $29.99 a night that comes with a bed that looks as though someone died in which takes up most of the room, an old television that barely gets in 3 channels, and carpet from the 60s.” I could tell by her description she was not happy about his choice and it reassured me that this was a one-time thing.



Yvette went to some length talking about during the first hour they were both nervous, how they just talked while sitting on the edge of the bed and having a glass of wine. She went on talking about how he lacked confidence and beginning to doubt if this was a good idea. She tells me, ” I contemplated if this was a good idea since both of us were nervous. However, every time I began thinking about ending the evening, I would starting thinking about him fucking me and how badly I wanted his cock inside of me” She continued, “As I thought about what it would feel like if he fucked me it made me horny, which was enough to keep my interest.”

Please note this is a fictional story and bears no resemblance to the real world. Enjoy the story and any constructive feedback would be much appreciated. Thank You.



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He sits back on his grand throne and peers through the water which gives him a glimpse of the year 2062, and immediately next to it is another bowl of water depicting the year 450BC. On one hand he sees a colossal deep space station far from earth and populated with many sapient beings thriving in an unimagined manner.



Then he is looking to the Ancient plains of Egypt, he sees a young woman named Auletes, eighteen years old and laying on a rooftop in a bed naked and looking up to the stars in the sky. She lusts after something different and I see the depth in her eyes, awareness beyond her years, or her time in history.



Whilst turning his attention to the future he sees this woman named Alice, twenty five years old. She looks out of a window with the view of the large rotating masses of flat spherical appendages of a main sphere which contains all those whom govern this station. She too lays naked in her bed staring out into the dark abyss. Soon though their eyes had closed and they retired to the land of dreams, and now the time came to do his work. He summoned them and soon they appeared before him in a whitened room. They remained in a state of undress.



Auletes enquires, “Is this the afterlife?”



“Allow me to explain, my name is Aurrahbourn. I am keeper of the Mists and I have selected the two of you for navigation through the Mists of Time. The two of you may switch places for a period of one day. Then you may choose to stay or to return to your lives.”



“Are you God?” Alice enquired.



“No, and before you ask yes, there exists a group of deities, however they strive to preserve the balance and not take sides or intervene in the matters of sapient life,” he replied.



“Why have you chosen us?” Auletes enquired.



“I have seen knowledge beyond each of your years and your time,” He said to them.



“The last day,” Alice said to him in an inquisitive manner.



He let out a chuckle of laughter and shook his head.



“Oh the misguided nature of some humans, many dates have been issued and they miss the point time and time again,” he replied.



“Do you know when the end will come,” Alice asked him.



“No and neither do any of the deities; they will not pick a date and bring humanity or any other species forth for judgement.” He answered her.



“What do you mean by other species,” Auletes enquired.



“The planet you are on is not the only one and has never been the only one with life on it,” He said to her.



He then placed his palm on her forehead and transferred the knowledge of the universe in a limited amount as too much would have incapacitated and killed her.



Alice looks on and ushers me with a look in her eyes to do the same.



“The knowledge you need to live in each other’s time is now imparted to you, ready to begin?”



They both looked at each other and then back to him and nodded. He then dipped a hand in the water of their respective times.



“Alice lay down over there and Auletes you lay over here” he instructed them.



His hand dipped in the bowl portraying the future and slid it over Auletes body and created a sheen and as he cupped her gorgeously exposed breasts and slid his hand over her tight and flat chest moving down to her bushy vagina. He moved back over her navel and let a few drops fall in.



He then stepped toward Alice to repeated the procedure, it is precisely the same apart from Alice’s smooth shaven vagina. He stepped back and they were now teleported to their respective times. Auletes awoke to the void of space in her self-contained apartment within the deep space station.



She sees the window and the unprecedented view she now looks upon. Many a night she looked up and wondered what was among the stars and now here she was among them within the depths of the dark abyss. She looked down on her deliciously exposed body, Aurrahbourn had seen to it and it was now shaved. She garnered a view of it she had never seen before. It was quite eerie the quietness of the space station that now dawned on her. However, with the knowledge that was imparted upon her there was no trouble adjusting. She looked at the clock and realised she still had time to sleep and with that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.



(Meanwhile)



Alice found herself on the same rooftop as Auletes was on not so long ago, she could still feel the warmth from her body on the bed and in between the sheets. She was on the rooftop of a rather high class building in Egypt. She would later find out Auletes was the daughter of the Pharaoh’s brother and as such lived a lavish life. Alice looked around and for the first time in her life there was nothing electrical and she saw the night sky from a planet for the first time in a long while. She had visited earth and other planets a few times when she was younger but couldn’t remember much apart from a few details. The smell of the air and the sight of the darkened ancient city streets had awoken many hidden desires. She too laid her head to sleep and awaited the morning.



(Back to Auletes)



Auletes awoke with a great view and looked out and saw the images of a blue sky and rolling hills on the windows, she switched over to the view of the abyss and found it beautiful. She turned the sky back on and got dressed, she put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which flattered her figure and she soon got used to clothing she had never worn before. She grabbed the key which was a card to be swiped, slipped it into her pocket and walked out the door which slid open.



The corridor was well lit and illuminated the people of the station began to fill the corridor. Auletes decided to use another name she decided on Alina and went on her way.



She looked around at her surroundings and the many different aliens on the station. It was an amazing sight which, she met with excitement not fear. She soon got to a canteen and sat down for some breakfast and enjoyed the sight about her. She was soon greeted by a friendly alien, he looked mostly human however, his eyes which were completely silver and his chin had a slightly longer and tapered point.



They got to talking and soon they were back in Alina’s cabin and going at it. She slowly lifted up her t-shirt and tossed it to the floor and then locked lips with the alien and the soon found themselves on the bed, the alien lifted up and pulled her trousers down and pushed them one side. He nipped her chin and slowly kissed his way down her exposed naked body.



She soon pulled down his trousers and pulled out his cock which was surprisingly human in its look but the testicles were of course internal. She slowly licked and swirled her tongue around his cock and first put the tip in her mouth and soon she slowly inched her way to the base and repeated the procedure.



She then laid him on the bed and offered her juicy ass to him. He began to lick out her pussy with a surprisingly long tongue which was only surpassed in length by his cock, which she also had in her mouth and the sensation was sending shockwaves through her entire body.



He soon inched forward to the edge of the bed and soon stood up with her mouth still enveloped over his cock and sucking with what seemed like thousands of years of experience, little did he know. His strength showed as he had no problem keeping her suspended.



Soon she wanted to switch positions and moved her hands from his waist and placed them firmly on the floor. She removed her mouth from his cock and told him, “You can let go”. So he did and she then whilst standing on her hands she stepped two steps forward and gingerly and turned her legs one at a time and soon stepped on her feet and lifted her torso up and turned to face him.



“Wow, you are amazing,” he said.



Without saying a word she walked up to him and placed her arms around her neck and hopped on to him wrapping her legs around his waist. She then slid down on his cock and slowly moved up and down. She slowly increased the tempo and continued the lustful fucking. All the while their eyes were intently fixed on one another as the shared the ecstasy in the depths of darkest space.



The moved around the room and then placed themselves on a couch and continued the pace and she enjoyed the deed she was doing and was feeling the pleasure as her vagina wrapped around his cock and the feeling of repeated penetration thrilled and delighted her to no end.



She gyrated on his cock and felt the impending orgasm coming for both of them. Soon she let go as did he and they climaxed together seemingly in unison and as wave after wave of his alien jizz shot into her she loved the warm feeling. She got off his cock and spotted the green jizz dripping from her vagina and down her leg. She sat down on the floor and laid back, he lay down next to her and the both looked at each other and then out into space and the joy of their deed showed throughout their entire bodies.



Aurrahbourn looked upon the scene and smiled seeing the woman now known as Alina caught her breath after a great few hours of sexual pleasure. He saw she had adapted more than even he had expected. He now turned his attention to the events surrounding Alice.



She awoke in the large opulent bed seeming befit for royalty. A warm breeze flew in as she awoke on the rooftop Alina had fallen asleep on not so long ago. She had around her a servant, Akram had served Alina for many years, and in fact he pretty much raised her, being of royal blood she was certainly blessed with a life of opulence.



“A very good morning Ma’am,” Akram said in a rather formal tone.



He held a robe up for Alice and she wrapped it around her. She went down into the house and got properly dressed. A simple white rope with a purple ribbon wrapped around the waist. Her outfit wrapped around her left shoulder and exposed her right.



“Your father regrets he cannot be here today as he is meeting with the Pharaoh.” Akram said. “Thank you, Akram I shall be in the gardens for the rest of the morning.” Alice replied.



Alice stepped into the garden, her sandals rustling through the grass she basks in the sunshine and enjoys the feel on her skin. It was something she missed growing up on a space station. She spotted Imran one of the groundskeeper. He had a look which pleased her and she sought to have some fun.



She pulled him to one side they locked lips and the look in her eyes told Imran everything he needed to know about coming events. The found a small patch of shadow in a hidden corner and began to remove each other’s clothes. Alice pushed Imran against the wall and removed his robe and inserted his erect member into her mouth and she began to suck away with many thousands of years of experience.



She cupped his balls and tickled them slightly; all the while she continued to suck away at his throbbing cock. She removed her lips and began to stroke; she took some of the precum and licked it of her fingers. She then turned around and seductively bent over and turned her head to him and waved a finger indicating what he must do. So he slid his member into her pussy and started slow and steady.



He pumped away in slow steady thrusts and soon lifted the tempo and began to add some gusto to his actions and Alice responded in high spirits, very high spirits. She placed her hands on the ground to steady herself as Imran pumped away. Each thrust filled her with ecstasy and she enjoyed every single second of it.



The bright Egyptian sun soon illuminated the patch of shade they had started in. Alice as now on top of Imran and they were on the ground fucking away. She gyrated moved her body around on his cock and just leaned back and moved up and down with focused thrusts and with a determination with she had all through her life.



She went up and down building up to a climax her orgasm was imminent. She soon felt it ripping through her body and it felt beautiful. Soon after Imran was ready to blow and he did so in spectacular fashion as her vagina gripped around his cock and the hot jizz shot into her and left her dazed as she sat back on the ground catching her breath.



Aurrahbourn looked upon this spectacle on smiled. Desires were awoken inside him viewing these two women enjoying sexual liaisons. He looked upon them as they soon laid their heads to rest in their respective new lives. Their time was soon up and once again they found themselves naked and stood in front of Aurrahbourn yet again.



“How did you found it ladies,” He asked.



“It seems you watched us all the while,” Alina replied.



“That would be correct,” he replied.



“It was great to be on earth, I had never seen it before, thank you for that,” Alice replied.



“Well watching the two of you has awoken desires I thought have been long since dead. I feel intimacy is not really a problem for any of us especially at this moment.”



“We agree,” the ladies said in unison.



“Just to make it a little easier you should refer to me as Aaron,” He said.



The room then turned into the depths of space it was something that Aaron had the ability to do so. He wished to spend with the two of them as they would too become immortal.



A bed appears and the three naked forms took to it. Aaron leaned back on the headboard and watched as the two women locked lips and embraced in a passionate manner. The then turned to him and set about his cock in a lustful manner. Alina sucked his cock as Alice cupped his balls in her mouth. The feeling of a double blow job even made an immortal feel as though he could die right now and be contented.



The ladies then switched places, Alina began with her tongue around his balls and Alice’s cock sucking abilities seemed unmatched as she went up and done constantly ramming his cock against the back of his throat. This continued as the ecstasy filled their very souls at that very moment.



Alice got off his cock and placed her vagina on his face and Aaron began to lick away and Alice revelled in the pleasure that was flowing through her veins. Alina meanwhile had got Aaron’s cock buried into her asshole and began to move up and down. All the while she was increasing the tempo as she acclimatised to his cock in her ass. She had never tried it before and now loved every single second of it deep inside her.



Alice’s pussy juice was spraying out of her she felt the tongue of Aaron pleasuring every inch of her now gorged pussy. It was wet and tingling and really made her want even more from Aaron’s centuries experienced tongue.



By now Alina was up and down Aaron’s cock as she soon got off for Alice to give it a go. Alice started with her pussy and eased herself onto his cock, she face away from him as she signalled Alina to offer her ass to Alice’s awaiting tongue, Aaron pumped his cock in and out Alice as he lay on the bed. Whilst this went on Alice began licking Alina’s now gaping asshole and lapped all the moisture that was present. Aaron signalled Alina over to him and then edged his way to the bed’s edge and grabbed Alice’s torso with his left hand and gripped her right leg with his right hand.



Aaron them stood up and began to pump away as Alice grinned in delight. Alina, got off the bed and to her knees and cupped his balls into her mouth as Alice was being pounded by Aaron’s cock.



Alice let out primal sounds as the ecstasy continued its occupation of every neuron and synapse of her brain. Alina got up and grabbed Alice she turned her upside down, all the while on Aaron’s cock. Once she was upside down Aaron had gripped her legs, Alina lifted Alice till she was perpendicular with Aaron’s waist, she stood over Alice’s mouth and gripped her arms and Alice began to lick away at Alina’s pussy. This sensation was driving Alice mad as was suspended, pleasuring and being pleasured.



Alice seemed ready to blow, and she did and her orgasm rocked through her, it was soon followed by Alina and it was made extra special by her particular position. Aaron soon felt an impending explosion.



“You ladies want some cum,” Aaron asked.



“Yes,” the ladies replied in unison.



“Let me give it to you,” Aaron said.



Alina lifted Alice off Aaron’s cock and the got to their knees as he soon shot his load in each of their faces and it was substantial as it shot on to their faces. They each sucked the last bit of cum into their mouths.



“We need to wash this off Aaron,” Alice said to him.



Aaron then snapped his fingers and they were in a jungle next to a jungle pool and waterfall.



“Why don’t you dive in, it’s more than deep enough,” Aaron said.



Alina dove in first, a graceful swan dive into the pool below, her head emerged from the water and she watched Alice jump in, she then emerged next to Alina and they embraced each other. Aaron soon dove in and appeared next to the ladies.



“You two up for another round,” Aaron asked.



Both ladies gave an approving nod.

One long and boring afternoon I was sitting in my office in the city surfing the Internet. I looked at what seemed like a hundred different sites before I stumbled across one that featured nudism. I was quickly pulled in by the thought of mass nudity and eagerly logged onto the site looking for some fun photos. The site seemed very well constructed and allowed me to search for places to get naked. The site’s menu was great and allowed me to select a place based on its geographical region, state or city.



I selected my state and anxiously waited for the homepage to pop up. When it did I was almost shocked to discover there were five different clubs relatively close to me. One was a nudist resort / social club that was located less than one hundred miles from where I live and work. I selected the link and the site appeared before my eyes. The resort was located in a wooded rural area in the southern portion of the state. The site featured some great stuff and included a discreet aerial photo showing the tiny resort nestled quaintly away in the forest.



I clicked the “About us” bar from the page and a photo of a naked couple probably in their late forties or early fifties appeared. They were standing hand in hand beside a sign which read; Welcome to The Oasis, stay with us if you can bare it! The couple was average in size and appearance. So I continued to browse the site. I learned a great deal about the site as I clicked the various menu bars. I read on about the club and became very intrigued. After about fifteen minutes or so I decided to e-mail them.



In my e-mail I asked if I could attend one of their weekly open houses that were featured on the website. The site included a list of rules, a detailed map with directions on how to get there, a complete schedule of events and several very revealing photos of members enjoying the facilities. The resort featured a large outdoor pool and hut tub, clubhouse with a bar and a jukebox, a dance floor, foosball and pool tables, a large shower house, horseback riding, a small fishing pond, several cabin size cottages and much more.



Along with numerous photos were member testimonials, a schedule of events, and the club rules. After carefully reading the rules I determined the Oasis was indeed for me. I hate missing a good chance to see or be naked! The rules included that no one under the age of eighteen was allowed in and that it was an adult’s only social club. Always carry a towel with you, and do not consume alcoholic beverages openly outside of any of the buildings, and last but not least; couples and outgoing singles are always welcome. Most importantly outward displays of excitement and/or affection were not permitted in open areas. Without further hesitation I sent the e-mail. Later that day an e-mail alert appeared on my screen with a reply. I anxiously opened the message to find that I had indeed been invited to come and get my feet wet so to speak at the Oasis. The e-mail was from a woman named Jan. I also received a copy of an invite letter along with directions to show it to the person at the front gate upon my arrival. Presenting the letter would be the only way I would be allowed to enter their club grounds. I was very excited and couldn’t wait for the weekend to get here.



The open house went from noon until four every Sunday. The e-mail said that I would be given a guided tour the grounds and would be allowed to visit with the members and experience what the club had to offer before deciding whether I wanted to drop five hundred dollars for the cost of a single membership. Membership fees for a couple ran two hundred and fifty dollars. The e-mail also said that I could take the tour with my clothes on or off, it was my choice. Being a bit of an exhibitionist I didn’t struggle very long deciding how I would choose to take the tour.



When Sunday came I woke early, shaved, showered, and hit the road. The club was only about eighty miles away but the roads there were all country two lane. Filled with anticipation, I finally drove upon a gravel road about half mile off the state route. The gravel lane was marked only with the wooden silhouette of a palm tree painted black. I eased my SUV into the drive and followed the winding road almost a quarter of a mile before I came upon a small clearing with a large electric gate with a small shack with a stop sign outside.



I pulled up to the stop sign and stopped. A young well-tanned woman stepped out of the shack and approached the driver’s side of my car. She had curly thick auburn hair that flowed to almost the middle of her back. She was wearing cut off denim shorts and a black bikini top which did very little to cover much of her large round breasts, sandals and dark sunglasses, pretty normal attire for late August.



“Hello.”, she purred in a very sexy voice. “Can I help you?” she asked, politely flashing me a smile as she approached.



I told her my name and added that I was here for the open house.



“Well Richard, loose the last name.” she said. “People here are very discreet and last names are seen as an invasion of privacy and that’s kind of frowned upon. My name’s Carrie and I’ll be your tour guide”, she said as she went over and grabbed a clipboard from the tiny window ledge of the shack and placed a check mark beside my name. She then picked up the telephone and asked someone to take over for her at the front gate. She said the she had a tour and needed to be relieved.



Soon an older gentleman with salt and pepper colored hair appeared at a walk through gate located next to the shack wearing swim trunks and pulling on a white T-shirt.



“Thanks Wally, I needed a break.” she said patting him on the back.



The young woman then hopped into the passenger side of my Hummer and pointed towards the opening gate.



“Pull inside this gate and we’ll find a place to park.” she directed. Just inside the gate was good-sized gravel parking area with probably thirty or forty cars in it, but several open spots were still available.



A little beyond the parking area was a long wooden privacy fence with a building at one end. On the end of the small building there was a screen door and a sign that simply read locker room. We entered that building and were quickly greeted by a naked older woman who handed me a combination lock and a locker number.



“Come on, twenty seven is over here I’ll show you.” said my sultry chaperone. We walked down past two or three rows of lockers before she turned to her right. “Here we go.” she said as she opened the locker.



“Now get undressed and I’ll show you around.” she giggled while reaching back beneath her flowing hair to untie the straps of her bikini top from around her neck.



“I thought I had a choice?” I said teasingly as I kicked off my sandals.



“Not when I’m your tour guide.” she said with a smile as her top fell from her neck unleashing her impressive pineapple sized breasts. Her tits jutted impressively forward when she reached behind her back to untie the narrow cross strap. She unzipped her tight fitting denim shorts as I pulled my shirt over my head.



I reached down to unsnap my shorts as she wiggled out of hers. She wasn’t wearing any panties and was now completely naked except for a silver and turquoise choker pendant around her neck, and her sunglasses. Her pubic hair was a colorful match to her cascading tresses. Her pubes were thick but very neatly trimmed. I stepped out of my shorts and tossed them into the locker.



“That wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked glancing at my package as she stepped towards me with a large white towel. She continued to look me up and down. “We’re almost ready but first you need to bend over.” she said cradling a large rubber stamp and ink pad in her hand.



“Bend over? What for”, I asked somewhat confused.



“This is one of the three ways we identify our first time guests.” she replied as she stamped a large red butterfly on the cheek of my ass with a smile.



“Do you always stamp their asses?” I asked.



“No on the women we usually do their breast.” she replied with a smile.



“What’s the giggle about?” I asked. “Tan lines like yours are the second way.” she said with a naughty grin.



“What’s the third way?” I asked her.



“Erections.” she joked slowly shaking her head from side to side.



That’s when I remembered the web-site clearly stating that open displays of excitement or affection were not allowed.



“You’re not prone to erections are you?” She asked staring at my flaccid cock as she leaned against the wall near the exit door with her arms crossed.



“I’ve had a few.” I told her with a mischievous grin.



“I’ll bet you have.” she said as she motioned me towards the door. I followed her through the doorway and out into the bright sunlight. Her smooth naked ass was very well rounded and wiggled nicely when she walked.



We quickly encountered naked people everywhere. We walked into a large open area. In the middle was a huge in ground pool and hot tub. Lounge chairs and blankets were lying on the ground surrounding the pool. There were naked bodies scattered about.



A radio was playing in the background. Some people were reading by the pool while others were soaking up the sun. Most of the folks we encountered were very friendly and spoke, but there were a few who were less than cordial.



“Over here is the clubhouse.” said my sexy tour guide. “You can get a drink or a bite to eat here if you like.”



We strolled inside where five or six people were hanging out. An attractive blonde was shooting a game of pool with an older fellow, two or three men were sitting at the bar watching pre-season football on TV, and a young couple was playing air hockey in the corner. We sat down and ordered ourselves up a cold drink as Carrie introduced me to the barmaid.



“Richard this is Margaret.” said Carrie. “He’s a new guy.” she whispered playfully.



Margaret was quite attractive, probably in her mid to late forties about 5′ 8″ tall, with sandy colored hair cut just above her shoulders. She had firm slightly larger than average sized tits and a nicely shaped body with only a tiny little pouch in her mid-section. She was very well preserved for an older woman.



“I’ve never had a naked barmaid before.” I joked.



“Would you like to?” she teased. “My friends call me Maggie.”



“Behave.” Carrie told her.



“Damn girl, you can’t blame a woman for trying to get laid around here.” whispered Margaret. After a little small talk we said goodbye and exited the clubhouse.



We walked the grounds carrying our towels for about an hour as Carrie showed me all that the club had to offer, or so I thought. Occasionally Carrie would lean over in front of me to point out something trivial allowing her large round breasts to rub firmly against me.



“I have one more special place I want to show you.” said Carrie as we headed down a narrow path towards the woods. “Watch the poison ivy, it’s a bitch if you get it in the wrong place.” she teased as she stepped into the brush.



She led me up a hillside quite a ways before we reached a small clearing at the top. Watching her ass swing back and forth in front of me as we ascended the ridge was beginning to give me hard on. I was semi-erect by the time we reached the top. The view of the wooded valley below was truly spectacular. I walked out to a large rock near the edge trying desperately to conceal my growing erection and to get a better look at the lush green valley below. Carrie walked up beside me with hair blowing in the wind.



“Isn’t it Beautiful?” she asked, placing her left hand on the cheek of my bare ass.



“Yes it is.”, I said with a bold move, lifting my right arm over her head and placing my hand on her shoulder. She leaned softly into me and I pulled her closer. Her breasts were warm and soft. Her pubic hair lightly brushed against my upper thigh as she placed her right leg in front of mine. Her hair continued to dance on the soft warm breezes that filtered through the trees. Her firm tan body shimmered in the afternoon sun while the island fragrance of her coconut suntan oil flooded my senses.



Without speaking another word our lips met softly. Slowly at first, then much quicker and much harder on the second kiss. Soon our lips and tongues were locked together and my hands were exploring her supple young body. Her nipples rapidly grew hard against my chest as I squeezed the cheeks of her ass. My growing cock pushed its way up between our abdomens. Carrie began dry humping my upper thigh as I fondled her ass. Before long the juices from her hot wet snatch were trickling down my inner thigh. Her breathing soon became very erratic.



I pulled back from her slightly and slid my hand around from her ass and placed it firmly against her hairy crotch. She moaned as my fingers brushed her clit in search of her warm wet opening. Her pussy lips were moist and swollen, and parted easily as I slid two fingers all the way into her wetness. The ball of my hand rubbed against her rigid clit. She began stroking my rock hard cock while I worked my fingers deeper inside her dripping twat. Within a matter of minutes she seemed to lose focus and soon her entire body was trembling.



This sexy young thing is going to come off right now in my hand I thought to myself. Not knowing how prophetic that thought would soon be. She began rocking her hips violently while she dug her fingernails into my shoulders. Her tits danced in front of me as she went off like a rocket then eased her frantic pelvic thrusts to a slow rhythmic grind. Gasping for breath as she slowly pulled away and placed her hands against my chest. She pushed me backwards until my bare ass came in contact with the large warm rock.



“Lay back.” she instructed as she brushed her wind tangled hair from her face. I expected her to mount up. I was ready to give the horny little bitch a serious fucking! Instead she laid her towel on the ground, knelt in front of me and pushed my knees apart as wide as she could. She licked her own juices from the inside of my thigh before placing her talented tongue against my balls.



I almost exploded right then and there as her warm heaving breath flowed across my crotch. My scrotum tightened with excitement. Her hands slid up and down my thighs as she mouthed eagerly at my balls.



She hoisted my rigid eight inches straight up into the air and ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, starting at the balls like it was an ice cream cone. Occasionally she swirled her hot wet tongue around the tip lapping up the tiny droplets of my sweet clear pre-cum which were rapidly accumulating.



After teasing me for quite some time, she pulled the skin tight against the base of my shaft with her right hand, cradled my balls in her left easing its swollen purple head between her lips. Her cheeks pulled in and she made a slurping noise as her head began to bounce.



I was fully erect and already throbbing, so I knew I wouldn’t last long. My cock began to glisten in the sunlight as more and more of it became wet and slippery with every exciting bob of her head. A combination of her saliva and my own juices trickled down the shaft and across her tightly clenched fingers.



She gurgled and gasped as she sucked and stroked me, occasionally coming up for air like a long distance swimmer. Her naked breasts pressed against the warm hard rock as she worked feverishly to please me. You could have driven nails with my cock it was so hard!



Watching the beautiful young girl suck my cock was quite a turn on and my orgasm lurked just around the corner. I moaned with excitement and closed my eyes. I could feel my release building and tried to fight it, but it was too late. I started wildly pumping her face. She gagged a little as I shoved my cock even further down her throat, but I couldn’t hold back. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure as the first burst of my hot load coated the back of her throat. It must have really taken her by surprise because she abruptly jerked her head up off my pulsing cock.



The second stream of cum splattered errantly against her upper lip and trickled down the side of her cheek. Trying desperately to control the gushing geyser she shoved my spewing cock back inside her mouth stroking it firmly until my entire load had been deposited onto her talented tongue. She swallowed, licked and sucked until my empty cock went limp in her mouth like a spaghetti noodle. She kissed my balls and wiped my cum from her cheek with the first two fingers on her right hand, then slowly released the tactical grip she’d had on my well-drained balls.



She climbed up on the rock and lay down beside me. “So what do you think of the Oasis?” she asked with a heavy sigh.



“Mmmmm, where do I sign.” I teased. She giggled as I wiped the sweat from my brow. We rested for a few minutes and talked about the awesome blowjob I had just received while I fondled her breasts. I told her it was great and that I was really looking forward to fucking her real good. “What?” she said, “Screw on the first tour? What kind of girl do you think I am” she teased, smacking me playfully on the chest as she jumped from the rock. I took her hand and we walked slowly down the path back towards the commons area of the club.



“Is everyone here as friendly as you are?” I asked. “



“Not everyone, but there are a few.” she replied.



“Who are they?” I asked inquisitively.



“I’m not going to tell you!” said Carrie kissing me on the cheek. “Because finding out for yourself is half the fun.” We took a few more steps before she stopped and said; “I will tell you this if you’re looking to score, during the week is usually the best time to find someone that you can make it with.”



Not long after we reached the bottom Carrie took me to the office and we filled out my membership paperwork. I put the five hundred dollars on my credit card and settled in by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Carrie discreetly said goodbye and resumed her duties at the front gate. I didn’t see her give another “tour” the rest of the day. I did however meet some very nice people, singles and couples, and my minor inhibitions about being naked quickly faded. I even found a few ladies that I would really like to hook up with if the opportunity ever presented itself.



I returned home and made a promise to myself that I would return the very next weekend. As luck would have it I was able to slide away from work at noon on Thursday and headed to the club for the extended Labor Day weekend. When I arrived around 4:00 PM, I signed in and even sprung for a cottage. The small cabin like structure was nice but simple. It had a cathedral ceiling with a large fan hanging in the middle, a queen size bed, a small refrigerator, a clock radio, a small dinette set and a deck with a couple plastic chairs. The club was almost deserted.



After sizing the place up, I undressed and headed for the shower room. As I started to enter, I heard voices and moans. I quickly stopped just inside the entranceway. I peered through a crack in the slat boards that formed a vision break near the door. I could see a man and a woman. The woman was probably in her late twenties, well tanned, with long blonde hair, a clean-shaven snatch, and the nicest pair of store bought boobies I had seen outside of a strip club. She was bent slight at the waist with her hands resting on her upper thighs. She was the one doing all the moaning. The man was much older, probably in his mid-fifties or so, with grey hair and an athletic build. He was standing behind the woman with his hands on her hips. He was the one doing most of the talking.



“That’s right you hot little bitch, take it all!” he commanded as he fucked her from behind.



“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it, fuck me harder!” she whimpered loud enough for me to make out over the sounds of her ass cheeks slamming against his abdomen. He grabbed a handful of her wet stringy hair with his right hand, yanked back her head and fucked her even harder.

My cock began to grow instantly as I watched this unsuspecting couple pleasure one another underneath the shower spray. Soon the action slowed and she stepped away from his cock to turn and face him. The old guy was pretty well equipped and still hard. She placed her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply on the lips.



He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and lifted her towards him. She responded by wrapping her long tanned legs around his waist. He reached down and guided his massive member into her hairless twat.



In no time at all she was sliding all the way up and down his rock hard cock. His balls bounced wildly as her pussy swallowed his entire length. It wasn’t long before he grimaced and groaned. She leaned back and squeezed his ass with her long shapely legs as he came inside her. They stood motionless for a moment before he eased her feet gently back onto the ground then kissed her passionately as he withdrew.



I wrapped my towel around my waist in a futile attempt to hide my excitement then coughed as I stepped around the corner into the open shower area.



They slowly separated as I entered, stepping under different showerheads without speaking a word. The gentleman quickly rinsed off then dried. He told his lover he would see her the next week, and exited the building. I fumbled with my shampoo and soap as the blonde washed her hair, I was desperately hoping that my throbbing cock would subside before I removed my towel but to no avail. I pulled off the towel and turned on the water. The horny little blonde simply smiled and winked as I turned to face her.



“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked me as she lathered her impressive tits. Knowing that I had been busted, I tried to act innocent.



“What do you mean?” I asked.



“Watching us fuck.” she said. “No one get a hard on like that anticipating a shower.” I started to apologize but she interrupted me. “It’s O.K., I like being watched.” she said as she turned to face the shower. “Maybe sometime you can repay the favor and let me watch you fuck.” she said as she turned away to scrub her cum drenched twat.



“Anytime you’d like.” I stammered with a smile in hopes that she might be ready for a second round after she finished her shower, but it wasn’t to be. She did however stroll over to me and grab my semi-erect cock in her hand and stroke it three or four times.



“My name is Nicole; I come here mostly during the week. I’d love to give this thing a test drive sometime but I’m running a little behind, so maybe we can get together later?” she asked.



“Sure, I’d love to.” I replied as my cock began to harden in her hand. She ran her hands across my chest, kissed me and then left the building. I proceeded with my shower while thoughts of sex with the sultry blonde raced through my mind. I dried off, dropped my stuff off at the cottage and began to explore the grounds. There were only a handful of people to be found. I seen a couple of older women playing tennis, a younger couple walking the nature paths, and only four or five naked bodies lounging around the pool. I was shocked to see such a small number of folks using the facilities. Nicole had apparently vanished to the private confines inside of one of the cottages since she was nowhere to be found.



Clouds soon began to overtake the sun and thunder could be heard off in the distance. Great, I thought, I’m here to enjoy the weekend and it’s going to rain. As the storm neared I began to consider seeking shelter. I strolled over to clubhouse and walked inside. The place was empty except for the bored looking barmaid, Margaret who Carrie had introduced me to the weekend before. She greeted me with a smile and patted the top of the bar with her hand, so I went over and pulled up a stool. Maggie as she preferred to be called appeared happy to see me. I figured as slow as things were she would’ve been happy to see anyone. Maggie poured us both a margarita then walked around from behind the bar and sat down on the stool beside me. We began to talk and watch the TV behind the bar, while outside it kept getting darker and darker. Maggie share with me that she was divorced and that she had a son that was attending college out of state.



She was an older woman but I was very taken by her beauty. Before long heavy rain began to fall outside, falling lightly at first then harder as it became driven by the increasing winds.



“Well it’s probably going to be a real slow night around here.” said Maggie.



As we chatted I revealed to her somewhat reluctantly in but in great detail, what I had witnessed in the shower house.



“That sounds like Arty and Nicole.” she said without hesitation. “They’re married, but not to each other. Nicole is a little bit of a tramp that enjoys watching others do it almost as much as she enjoys doing it herself, and Arty is a pretty well equipped rich guy from the city that doesn’t get any at home. He must have finally talked her into doing it.” I smiled and nodded. “He’s always after the women around here.” she added. “I’ve turned him down several times myself.” The rain began hitting the screens and Maggie hopped up and walked across the room.



“You know, hard rain really hurts when you’re naked?” she giggled as she walked over to windows and began closing them. I went over to help her. “Go ahead and close the blinds if you would.” she said. “No one will be coming in anyway as long as this storm continues.”



When we finished with the windows Maggie closed and locked the door and turned off the neon open sign glowing behind the blinds.



“That should be good enough.” said Maggie. “Do you shoot pool?” she asked placing extra sticks from the four pool tables in the huge room back onto the rack.



“I do.”, I told her, grabbing a straight stick from the wall.



“You break.” she said retrieving the balls from the return and racking them on the table. Her breasts jiggled nicely as she centered up the frame.



“Nice rack.” I teased as I chalked up my stick.



“I like a tight rack don’t you?” she teased back. Maggie gathered our glasses and pitcher from the bar and sat them a table closer to us as I scattered the balls with the break. We played a couple games and engaged in a great deal of small talk before things started to get really interesting. Maggie seemed as interested in my naked body as I was in hers.



Early into the third game, after a couple more margaritas and a bunch more rain, Maggie began to loosen up. While taking a shot directly in front of her I felt her soft warm hand caress my inner thigh. I missed the seven ball in the far corner. She squeezed my ass playfully as she stood to take her shot.



“Two can play that game.” I told her. She laughed and drove home the twelve ball. Three or four shots later she had to take a shot directly in front of where I was sitting. It was payback time. She surveyed the shot then leaned forward with her legs slightly parted.



I gently ran my hand across the firm smooth cheek of her ass. She took a deep breath and tried to stay focused. She made the shot then turned to face me leaning her stick against the table. She grabbed her drink and stepped forward facing me as I sat in the chair. She placed her left leg over mine then her right straddling my lap.



“That’s not fair.” said Maggie seductively as she grabbed my hair with her left hand, gently placing my head against her chest. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her closer applying warm wet gentle kisses to her growing nipples.



She grabbed the back of my chair with her right hand while hoisting her glass in her left, then stood wobbling slightly in front of me with a come fuck me look on her face. My cock began to swell with anticipation. I reached over with two fingers and rubbed a small amount of salt on her left nipple. “What are you doing?” she asked with a surprised smile.



I answered by simply placing my index finger softly to her lips. I then squeezed a slice of lime over her right nipple allowing the juice to trickle down across her belly. She bit her lower lip as the cold juices descended down over her sexy torso.



I pulled her to me slowly and placed my lips against her salty nipple swirling my tongue around the hardening tip. Then starting just below her breast working upwards I licked the lime juice from her other breast. She quivered, tilted her head back, and arched her back as I squeezed her shapely ass. As she leaned forward again I took the glass from her hand and sipped her margarita.



“You’re very bad!” she said taking back the glass. “Do you like all your drinks that way?” she asked.



“I do indeed.” I replied.



“Then have another.” she said with a naughty grin as she raised her eyebrows. She tilted her partially filled glass and let the tasty frozen treat pour onto her upper chest. Almost half a glass funneled its way between her tits down across her abdomen through her closely trimmed pubic hair and onto my growing cock before she stopped. She was obviously getting a little tipsy. I pulled her tightly to me and began to lick and suck the tequila-flavored substance from her naked body.



Placing my right hand between her legs I caressed her inner thighs and nuzzled my thumb against her swollen mound anxious to rub it strategically against her eager clit. She moaned with excitement as my warm wet tongue covered every tasty inch of her naked body from her tits to her hungry twat.



I was unable to reach much further south than the northern edge of the soft narrow strip of her pubic hair while she was standing. I was almost ready to lay her across the tiny bar table and eat her sweet sticky puss when she stepped back.



“My turn.” she said as she squatted in front of me. I spread my legs and slid my ass towards the edge of the chair in anticipation. Her pussy parted nicely when she squatted revealing all her sweet pink secrets. Not the least impressive of which was her very swollen and protruding clit. Her serpent like tongue made quick work of the sticky mess that covered the shaft of my smooth hard cock.



She placed her right hand on her pussy and spread the swollen wet folds of her labia with the first and third fingers of her hand. She plunged her middle finger deep into her wetness then withdrew it, coating her now fully exposed clit with her hot thick fluids. She stroked her snatch as she gobbled up my throbbing cock, first just the head, then more than half its length. Her hard nippled tits pressed against my thighs as she eagerly sucked my dick.



I wasn’t going to be taken like Carrie had taken me a week earlier in the woods. This woman, this gorgeous woman, was going to get fucked, and fucked hard!



I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her towards me. Our tongues met as she straddled me once again. My cock pressed against her pubic hair and rubbed her lower belly. I slid my hand down across her back between her ass cheeks and eased my middle finger into hot dripping snatch from behind.



Maggie squeezed me tightly with her thigh muscles as I swirled my finger inside her. She was a great kisser and the sweet smell of her hair was quite a turn on. She reached down between us and began stroking the soft sensitive head of my cock with the hand she wasn’t using to steady herself with against the back of the chair.



Her twat was growing soggy in my hand. She jumped and shivered with delight as I pulled my well-coated finger from her slippery snatch and slowly but firmly dragged it across the tiny crater of her anus. Most women are very sensitive there but are either too afraid or too ashamed to admit it to their lovers.



I patted her on the ass cheeks and she stood up. Grabbing the balls of her ass I lifted her off the floor and turned to deposit her luscious naked body atop the pool table. At the last second, and wanting to be different I decided to spread her out on top of the huge air hockey table in the corner. It turned out to be a very wise decision.



“Air hockey huh? I pictured you to be a pool table kind of guy.” she said teasingly as she leaned back onto her elbows with her legs from the knees down dangling over the edge.



“Did you picture this?” I asked as I reached down and turned on the table. The cold hard platform upon which she was sprawled quickly came to life. She gasped as jets of cool forced air massaged her naked body.



“Oh my god!” she said softly closing her eyes as I lowered her shoulders back against the table. I pushed her farther onto the table and further from the edge. Her areolas shrunk instantly and her nipples soon became hard like diamonds.



Placing my hands on the inside of her knees I gently spread her legs. I kissed the inside of her thighs moving from side to side as my lips slowly worked their way towards their final warm, wet and inviting destination. I slid my hands under the cheeks of her ass and lifted it slightly off the surface of the table as my lips touched her pussy for the first time.



I began kissing her well-manicured mound and lightly directed my warm breath across it. She moaned with excitement and grabbed a handful of my hair trying to force my face into her open crotch in hungry anticipation. I resisted her spirited tugs and remained in control.



I ran my tongue up one side of her moist hairy mound just past her clit, and then did the same on the other side. Then I pressed my nose into the folded crevice of her snatch savoring her very intoxicating scent, then dragged my tongue from just above her asshole all the way up along the inside of her sweet lips and across the fleshy folds that concealed her fully erect clit.



Eager for more she slid hers hands across her lower abdomen into her crotch and spread her tasty pink pussy open wide with her fingers while her thumbs retracted the cumbersome slippery flesh that normally shrouded her throbbing clit. She wanted it bad and she made it very clear.



“Eat me you fucker! Lick my pussy.” she whimpered. Always eager to please a lady I eased my tongue into her honey coated hole. Her juices were sweet and tangy just like a good southern style barbecue sauce.



My nose pressed against her painted fingernails and my excited breath flowed from my nostrils across her exposed clit while my tongue softly parted the tender yummy folds of her wet pussy lips. I slowly licked their outer edges in the pattern of a horseshoe. She continued to moan and started stroking the tip of her clit with her index finger. Before long her plentiful juices began pooling up behind that soft shiny narrow ribbon of pink tissue that separated her pussy and her ass.



She humped my face wildly grinding her clit against my teeth and upper lip. I quickly got the message and placed my tongue firmly against her aching love button. Her entire body trembled as I began to suck hard on her clit. Her ass cheeks quivered in my hands and her belly tensed with delight as the intensity of my sucking increased.



“That’s it Baby, suck my clit.” she moaned. Twice I brought her to the edge with my sucking only to stop seconds before she went off, so that I could plunge my hungry tongue deeply back into her wetness. She was ready to come and my teasing was about to end. Her juices were overflowing natures built in reservoir and cascading slowly across the forbidden puckered opening of her asshole.



I placed my thumb firmly against her slippery nubbin and worked it back and forth across it, massaging form left to right before I placed my lips against her clit again and began to hickey suck her rigid nubbin. Within seconds she was pounding the top of the table with one hand and shoving my face hard against her twat with the other.



My lips pressed her clit firmly against her pelvic bone. Her mound now enveloped my nectar coated face. She let out a prolonged scream that subside to a pleasure-riddled whimper then went limp on the table. The room was completely quiet except for the sound of her heavy breathing.



Before she completely regained her senses I pulled her to the edge of the table, lifted her to a sitting position and kissed her deeply on the lips letting her taste her own sweet juices. She responded with by shoving her tongue deep into my mouth. She reached down for my upright cock, balancing on the edge of the table.



Maggie muttered a broken “Oh-h-h-h!” as her trembling fingers guided me into her soaking snatch. She was so wet I went in all the way in up to my balls on the very first thrust. She rocked her head back and squeezed my neck. She then placed her heels behind my ass and pulled me closer and deeper as we kissed. My balls came to rest against the cool edge of the table.



I kissed her hard nipples as she leaned back delirious with excitement. I worked my cock rhythmically in and out of her soggy twat. It was hot, tight, and very wet. Wanting to get even deeper inside her I looked around for a better place to lay her heaving body. I picked her up in my arms and headed towards a small and empty round bar table across the room.



She wrapped her legs around me as I walked towards the corner table with my cock still inside her. The table was just big enough to lay her flat on her back. Her head was supported nicely while her ass hung over the other side by just a couple inches. It was just the right height for me to get some great leverage and still fuck her flat footed.



As I lowered her to the table she quickly caught on. She reached down and placed her hands behind her knees. She pulled her legs back spreading them wide to give me total access to her dripping love canal. She pulled them back as far as she could as I prepared to enter her. I teased her at first by slapping the underside of my hard wet cock against her mound then pushing it up through her pubic hair like a snake in the grass.



Her pubes were saturated with the sticky margarita drink. I pulled my cock back slowly dragging it across her clit as I went before sticking just the head of it inside her steamy slit. She gasped as I rocked back on my heels then rolled forward again, moving just the tip in and out over and over again. I started sliding a little deeper inside her slippery socket with every eager thrust that followed. I was almost half way in when her body tensed and her legs grabbed my waist. Eager for more, she flexed her well-toned thighs and roughly pulled me deep inside her. The head of my cock bumped hard against her tender cervix as my sticky balls pressed against her soggy ass cheeks.



I reached back and unlocked her ankles freeing her tangled legs. I placed my hands behind her knees and pushed them back firmly against her chest and hoisted her feet high into the air. I began deep stoking her hungry twat. I began to gyrate my hips in a circular and then slammed them up and down hard into her.



Before long her soaking pussy was making that somewhat embarrassing but very sexy sloppy squishing sound reminiscent of running barefoot through the mud. Maggie’s tits floated up and back on her chest with every full-length thrust of my plunging pelvis. She moaned, huffed and cussed for almost ten minutes according to the neon clock on the wall.



I was beginning to grow a little exhausted and my calves were on the verge of cramping when she finally got the “Big O”. She grabbed the edges of the table with both hands, lifted her head, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a long satisfying moan. I watched intently as her abdomen muscles constricted and her pussy tightened around me. She was cumming and cumming hard.



Maggie grimaced then shuddered as every muscle in her body convulsed. After a few seconds she collapsed with a tiny thud as her head and shoulders fell back against the table. Her arms flailed uncontrollably at her sides.



With her needs now fulfilled, I grabbed her waist and continued slamming my cock into her inviting snatch with reckless abandon. Maggie only whimpered and gasped while I pummeled her steamy twat. In less than a minute I was ready to explode. She must have sensed my impending eruption and she began to coax me

“That’s it baby, come! Come on my tummy!” she begged through her mental haze.



My orgasm was at hand, building deep within my loins. My balls ached, and my asshole tightened as the moment rapidly approached. The room went dark and my head spun as my hot creamy load began surging through my cock. I jerked back and pulled out. I grabbed my cock and lunged forward as cum began pulsing from its pink swollen head.



With the first burst I shot a huge hot stream across her belly button and up onto her breasts. The second fell short of her tits and splattered against her rib cage. The rest of my load, three or four ample blasts, surged from my cock and fell onto her still heaving lower abdomen. I squeezed every drop that I could from my once full balls onto her tanned naked body.



Maggie was splattered with cum from her tits to her clit. Her body was motionless except for her heaving chest. I pressed my balls against her sticky battered mound and laid my cock, still rigid but rapidly shrinking, on her belly allowing the last few sweet drops of my cum to ooze from its tender tip, smearing my load across her belly from left to right. That’s when we both heard a startling noise



“Bravo! Well done!” a voice in the darkness said. The voice was accompanied by the sound of a single pair of hands clapping, came from the darkness across the room. It was a woman’s voice. Breathing heavily we both turned to see who was there. A naked Nicole emerged from the darkness still clapping.



“The money shot was really great but could we do it again? Only this time over here.” she asked, pointing at her flat lean belly as she leaned back against the bar.



“How long have you been there?” asked Maggie.



“Hmmm, let’s see, ever since; that’s it suck my clit.” said Nicole. Obviously embarrassed a silent Maggie wiped a large splatter of cum from her breast with a cocktail napkin. Turning to face Nicole she asked her what she needed.



“Nothing!” responded the blonde very gruffly, “I heard screaming and was I just concerned about your well being. The back door was open.” I stepped back and Maggie slid still quivering off the edge of the table and placed her feet on the floor.



“So how about it cowboy, have you got another money shot in you?” asked Nicole.



“I don’t think so.” I replied as I pulled Maggie’s cum drenched body to mine and kissed her. “You see we’re just getting started.” Obviously frustrated by the spurned advance Nicole turned and headed towards the door.



“If you change your mind I’m in cottage number nineteen. I’ll be there the rest of the night,” she said shaking her hot naked ass as she left.



“Some times I hate that sexy little bitch.” said Maggie after Nicole left, thanking me for not going with her.



“Don’t thank me, I wasn’t lying, we’re not finished yet.” I told her with a playful smack on the ass.



We turned out the lights, locked the clubhouse and headed for the shower house. The rain had eased dramatically to just a light drizzle by then so we took our time and walked slowly arm in arm past the tennis court through the mud.



“That sounds familiar.” laughed Maggie biting me playfully on the nipple as we walked. We showered away the sticky remnants of our margaritas and money shot then plotted our next move.



“Your cottage or mine?” I asked.



“Let’s go to mine, I’m in eighteen, right next to Nicole.” she said.



“O.K. lets go.” I said; crouching to coax her to hop up on my back.



“Piggy back?” she asked with a loud giggle.



“Of course!” I replied. She hopped up and I grabbed the backside of her thighs.



With her arms around my neck, her tits pressed firmly against my shoulders and her pubic hair brushing against the small of my back we headed out. The slow sensuous walk to her cottage with her lower calves rubbing against my cock was almost enough to get me hard again. When we arrived I sat her down on the edge of the bed and pulled her tightly against me. I kissed her long and deep. She got up, grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and opened the windows while I collapsed on the bed with my feet near the headboard and my head at the foot of the bed.



She playfully leaned forward across my body and placed the cold beer bottle against my balls. I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. Her face pressed against my cock and her pussy hovered invitingly above me. Taking advantage of the situation I hoisted her right leg over my head and positioned her sexy ass squarely above my face.



She lifted my cock to her lips and began to softly suck it. I pressed my nose against her asshole and wiggled my tongue slowly and methodically into her sweet twat. We engaged in a wicked and at times extremely loud sixty-nine that ended with her tasty juices smeared all over my face and my tasty, but considerably smaller load pulsing down her throat.



Afterwards she turned around and lay down beside me. After a two-hour nap I awoke to her warm wet tongue encircling my nipple and her hand trying to coax my cock back to life. I pulled her over on top of me and kissed her. She straddled me and gently began rocking her hips, rubbing her short bristly bush back against my cock.



I squeezed her ass cheeks and sucked on her nipples until my cock began to harden once more. She sat upright then reached back behind her and massaged my balls until my fully erect penis rested firmly between her ass cheeks. Balancing on one knee she adjusted her position and prepared herself for my much anticipated penetration.



She eased slowly down onto my tender, but still more than willing cock. We fucked long and slow for what seemed like hours before simultaneous orgasms became a prelude to some much needed rest. We fell asleep after each of us had achieved our third orgasm.



The morning sun found us still in each other’s arms with her hand on my balls with mine still resting on her sexy ass. I spent most of the next day cat napping and sleeping by the pool as the holiday crowd began to arrive. I stopped and talked to Maggie that afternoon and we both agreed that we would have to enjoy ourselves together again.



I waited by the pool all day Friday and most of the day on Saturday hoping that Carrie, the auburn haired beauty that had given me the tremendous blowjob in the woods might arrive. Just before dark I stepped into the hot tub with a young couple and a single older woman. I introduced myself and we began to chat.



Ten or fifteen minutes after I sat down a pair of familiar hands began softly rubbing my shoulders from behind. I turned to see Carrie, naked of course, and looking even better than the week before. She said hello and stepped into the tub to join us. It wasn’t too long before her hand discreetly began stroking my cock below the waterline which bubbled beneath her erect nipples.



Over the next twenty minutes or so, the others in the hot tub exited one by one, leaving just the two of us. The grounds were overflowing now with nakedness and the crowd seemed much friendlier than usual. Carrie recommended that we grab a bite to eat and retire to my cottage. We stepped from the tub and dried ourselves off before heading to the clubhouse. A much older woman was behind the bar.



“Where’s Margaret tonight?” asked Carrie.



“She’s got the night off.” replied the woman over the loud music. We placed an order to go, grabbed a couple beers, and then found a table to sit and talk while we waited for our order. The dance floor was crowded with naked bodies undulating everywhere.



We grabbed our chicken dinners and headed off to my cottage. When we got there Carrie placed the dinners on the tiny table and kissed me deeply with a great deal of tongue. Her large full breasts pressed against my chest as I caressed her smooth round ass.



“Dinner is going to get cold, don’t you like it hot?” I asked her.



“You have no idea how hot I like it.” she replied dragging her middle finger across my left nipple. We sat down and had our dinner while we listened to the radio and talked some more. I found out that Carrie was just out of college with a degree is business management and that her mother and father, Jan and Bob, actually owned the resort. She told me that she had grown up in a nudist family.



What I didn’t find out until later was just how insatiable she could be. We finished our meal and strolled down to the shower house to freshen up before we got busy. Carrie maintained a great deal of eye contact with me entire time while I struggled not to focus too long on her gorgeous body. I was sensuously washing Carrie’s thick beautiful hair when in walked Maggie and another man.



We said our friendly hellos and exchanged idle conversation along with a few teasing glances. The situation was very cordial and nothing like I feared it might be. Carrie and I finished our showers, said goodbye and headed for the door.



“Keep an eye on him Carrie, he’s a handful Honey.” said Margaret teasingly.



Carrie squeezed the cheek of my ass and replied; “He better be more than a handful if wants to play with me.”



As soon as we reached the doorway to the cottage Carrie was all over me, rubbing my chest and shoulders with one hand while rubbing my cock with the other. I kissed her gently and began to fondle her large heavy breasts. She slipped away from me long enough to turn out the lights and light up some sexy tropical scented candles that she confessed she had planted in my cottage earlier before she joined my in the hot tub.



As she turned from lighting the last of the three candles I placed my hands against her shoulders and pushed her slowly down onto the bed collapsing on top of her. Her breasts settled slightly to her sides as our mouths met. I began eagerly exploring her warm naked body, squeezing her tits and sucking softly on her large dark nipples as her fingers combed seductively through my hair.



My cock pressed against her upper thigh. I ran my hand down over her abdomen until my fingers reached the fringe of her thick dark pubic hair. Her legs parted like a pair of French doors allowing my fingers to knead the soft meaty lips of her already wet pussy. She moaned softly as I ran the palm of my hand flatly over her swollen mound.



She reached for my cock and slid her hand along the under side of it’s shaft and began to stroke it with a flashlight type grip.



“O-h-h-h, Yes!” she groaned as I ran my fingers over her hairy mound again and slid them between the succulent pink lips of her snatch, penetrating the soft but dense bristle of her bush as I searched for her rapidly growing clit. She placed her right hand over mine and pressed it firmly against her firm swollen mound guiding my fingers to just the right spot while I continued licking and sucking her hard impressive nipples. Her skin was soft and golden brown. She smelled sweet like coconut and tasted like vanilla.



Eager to sample all that she had to offer, I climbed off her and knelt on all fours beside her on the bed. I dragged my hot wet tongue slowly downward across her firm flat tummy towards her beautiful twat. I pulled at the northern edge of her pubic hair with my teeth while I stroked the inside of her thighs with my open hands.



Soon my face was buried deep between her long tanned legs, and my lips were pressed against the soft dark edges of her meaty pussy lips. I began to rub her ass with my hands and she started moving softly beneath me. She threw her arms back behind her head as my probing tongue explored more and more of her succulent twat. She squeezed my head with her thighs and moaned loudly as I eagerly licked her tasty hole.



I wanted to take full control, unlike the last time we were together, so I climbed up onto the bed and hoisted my left leg across her body, straddling her chest facing towards her feet. Carrie spread her legs wide as I slid my hands up along the inside of her thighs until my thumbs and index fingers framed her hungry snatch. Carrie brought her arms from behind her head and placed her hands on the front of my upper thighs. She pulled my ass back towards her face and raised her head up off the mattress.



I wiggled a bit sliding my ass carefully towards her face until my balls made contact with her chin. She reached up and placed her hands flat against my ass cheeks. I felt her fingers tugging them apart to reveal my asshole as my tightly clinched nut sack moved closer to her hot wet tongue. I could feel her warm breath flowing softly upward between my parted ass cheeks



Carrie began kissing the backside of my balls as I continued to devour her hungry snatch. I placed my arms straight out over my head and told Carrie to lift her ankles into the air. She quickly hoisted her legs. I pulled my arms back until my elbows rested against the underside of her thighs and I wiggled them into perfect position against the backside of her knees.



By pressing my elbows firmly back as if I were swimming, I managed to spread her legs even farther which made her pussy gape open like a jack in the box to meet my dripping tongue. I grabbed her sexy ass with both hands, squeezing and spreading her cheeks with my fingers as Carrie began running her warm wet tongue upward along the backside of my balls towards the tightly puckered ring of my ass.



My fingers wasted little time moving their way upward to the outskirts of her eager twat. I slowly tugged at her pink meaty folds to expose the opening her slippery wet orifice and her gumdrop sized clit, both of which were covered with a sweet shiny, heavenly scented glaze that sparkled in the flickering candlelight and made my cock twitch with wild anticipation.



The combination of Carrie’s hot breath and talented tongue had relaxed my scrotum to the point that my balls were dangling freely above her face. So freely that she was lifting them one at a time with her tongue and letting them slowly roll off the tip and down across her chin. She mouthed at my balls softly then kissed her way slowly and knowingly upward along my bulging perineum.



I had purposely positioned my body atop Carrie in a manner that didn’t allow her any access to my rigid cock, which was still pressing against her chest. I was going to the one to decide where my load went this time! It was my turn to tease. Carrie reached around my legs and squeezed her impressive tits together enveloping the entire length of my rigid shaft between them.



I instinctively began to pump the soft warm fold between her breasts. Her hard nipples rubbed against my lower abdomen. Soon tiny clear droplets of pre-cum were emerging from the tip of my cock and dribbling between her tits. Carrie tried valiantly to reach them with her tongue but without success. I licked her twat until a large wet spot began to appear on the pristine cotton sheets beneath her trembling ass. Afraid that I might deposit my load on her breasts instead of inside her hot steamy snatch in an untimely fashion, I climbed off of her and stepped down off the bed. I knelt on the floor beside the bed and grabbed her roughly by the ankles, pulling her to me. She responded by pulling her knees back towards her chest to display her hot sexy ass which was now resting at the edge of the bed.



I hovered over her briefly caressing her tits as I pressed my upright cock against her puffy wet mound. She moaned and ground her hips pressing her hot humid cunt against my throbbing cock. I leaned forward and kissed her on the tummy before I pressed the head of my cock against the parted wet lips of her dripping pussy. She spread her shapely legs even wider in anticipation, sending me an unspoken signal that she needed me inside her.



Wrapping my fingers around the bottom of my shaft and pressing my thumb against the topside, I eased almost a third of my hard, thick eight inch cock inside her. She moaned with pleasure and grabbed the sheets, curling her fingers tightly as the next gentle push from my pelvis installed more than half its rigid length inside her.



After just a few more strokes my entire member was buried inside her hot wet hole and my balls rested against the now shiny and wet cheeks of her hot round ass. She rocked her hips with pleasure as I grabbed her ankles, hoisted her legs skyward and began stroking her long and deep. Her warm wet hole felt fantastic. I soon placed my hands on her waist and began to establish a steady fucking rhythm.



I was both turned on and amazed by the way the curtain like lips of her well lubricated pussy clung to the shaft of my cock like a fine leather chamois clings to the freshly washed surface of an Italian sports car. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth was open. Her body moved up and backatop the mattress. Her nipples again became fully erect and her huge tits rocked back and forth keeping perfect time with the rhythm of my powerful thrusts.



Carrie began to twist her upper body as she worked her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Before very long she was warning me of her impending orgasm. Her fingernails dug into my love handles pulling me closer and deeper as I took her right up to, but not over the threshold and then stopped.



“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop!” she begged. “I was almost there you Bastard.” Promising not to stop when she got close again, I hoisted her legs into the air once more until her calves looked like goal posts. I entered her again and began pounding her hot gaping snatch. In no time at all her breathing became erratic and her head rocked from side to side. I slowed my strokes to a crawl and she sighed with pleasure.



“That’s it slow and deep.” she pleaded with a lust filled grunt of approval. I eased more and more of my vein bulging cock into her until I was balls deep again. She screamed uncontrollably and smacked my chest with her open hand. “A-h-h-h!” she screamed just before I pulled my cock completely out. “You’re such a fucking tease!” she whined.



“Let’s do it doggy style.” I said smacking her firmly on her elevated ass cheek. Eager for release she rolled over and eased her hot horny ass back to the edge of the bed on all fours and spread her knees apart. I stood up behind her and stepped up to her dripping snatch. I placed both my hands on her buttocks, fingers to the sides and pulled her cheeks apart with my thumbs then eased forward sliding my hard throbbing cock into her hot needy hole another time.



Carrie enjoyed being taken from behind and quickly became very excited. She began meeting my thrusts with her own doubling the amount of sexual inertia that we created every time our blood gorged organs met.



“Fuck me you bastard.” she mumbled over the sound of her sweet meaty ass cheeks slamming back hard against my pelvis.



Her awesome breasts hung from her chest and swung like the pendulum on a Swiss clock as I banged her mercilessly from behind. She dropped down onto her elbows slightly changing my angle of penetration. It was the little something extra she needed to push her over the edge. She began trembling and her breathing became broken as her orgasm neared.



All at once and without warning, her body tensed as she let out a broken scream, and slammed her ass back hard against my pelvis. I shoved my cock in as I deep as I could and stopped, my hands clinching her tightly around the waist. Her hips gyrated against my pelvis as she sucked for air. A wave of warm liquid began flowing down across my balls towards the inside of my thighs.



After the fury of her orgasm began to subside, I pulled my cock slowly out of her quivering hole. She managed to push herself upright still wobbly onto her knees. Shaking slightly, she leaned back against my chest. Her ass cheeks pressed against my hard slippery cock. I brushed her long sexy hair to one side and kissed her softly on the back of the neck. She shivered as I kissed my way slowly down over her right shoulder.



“Did you come Baby?” I asked softly knowing full well the answer.



Carrie took my left hand and placed it on her left breast and my right hand on her tummy. I pulled my hips back slightly and slid my candy coated cock between her slightly parted thighs until the top of my hard slippery shaft pressed up against her dripping slit and the swollen spongy head bumped her now super sensitive clit.

“Oh baby, you’re not going to make me go to that stupid thing, are you?”



I looked up to see my wife, Janelle, giving me a pouty look.



“Why not, honey? I went to your stupid high school reunion. And that was in Buttfuck, Iowa.”



“Yeah, but at least my friends don’t hate you.”



“My friends don’t hate you.”



“No, they just think I’m a dumb bimbo who somehow seduced you.”



“I can’t see how they could think you’re dumb. You probably make more than all of them combined.”



“Uh huh, I’m sure working on Wall Street really goes over well with your Beatnik crowd. But regardless of anything else, I’m still the dumb, Midwestern, state school girl not a big-city Ivy Leaguer like the rest of you.”



“You’re just being silly. I swear, they don’t think of you like that.”



But, of course, they did. It was my tenth year reunion from Brown. And my friends, all dyed-in-the-wool liberals, still had a lot of weird attitudes about people from ‘flyover country.’ And it didn’t help that Janelle was typecast by her looks. Blond-haired, blue-eyed, and large-breasted she could have easily passed for a party girl. The fact that she had been salutatorian at her high school, earned a full scholarship to University of Rhode Island for grades and music, and worked like a dog her whole life did little to dispel first impressions.



The reaction when I started dating Janelle after meeting her in a Providence bar one summer was mild jealousy from my male friends, and loud disappointment from my female friends. I always figured that getting them together would make them close. They would see she wasn’t just a pretty face, and she would see that my friends were not just East Coast snobs, but it never really worked out.



The truth is, my friends were not snobby per se, but rather a combination of immature, insecure, and emo. My best friend Tara was always whining about not having a boyfriend, but she was also always making fun of how Janelle’s hair and makeup were always perfect. Celeste was always complaining about having a belly, but also made fun of Janelle’s obsessive workout routine.



But damn it, it was my tenth anniversary reunion, and I hadn’t seen the old gang in a while, and I wanted to share the evening with my wife.. and yeah, I liked showing her off as well.



I managed to talk Janelle into going, and actually we had a great day at Homecoming. It was fun seeing the campus again, and I even dropped by to see some old professors. We ran into a few friends, but everybody was mostly flitting about. That evening, we were going to get together for drinks and a dinner. Janelle and I were staying downtown, and made plans to meet up with Tara early at the hotel bar since she’d been working all day.



When I told Janelle the plans, she just sighed.



“What?”



“Tara hates me the most. You know that right?”



“You’re imagining things.”



She shook her head and laughed. “Really, Dave?”



“Look, she’s an old friend.”



“Did you ever sleep with her?”



“Tara? God no.” I hesitated. “What.. are you jealous?”



She laughed. “I sorta wish you had. You know Tara had a crush on you, right? She probably still thinks you’re the one who got away.”



“That’s crazy talk.”



“No, it isn’t. Girls can sense these things. And every time I’ve met Tara it’s been the same thing. She hates me because she thinks I am the cheap slut that stole you from her.”



“Honey, you are far from cheap,” I said with a smirk.



She slapped me. “Just remember, you owe me for this.”



We met at the bar, and Tara was the same Tara as always. Smart and generous, and slightly unkempt and overweight, and funny and whiny all at the same time. She gave Janelle a hug, but both the girls were more than a little stiff. But still we caught up, in a way that you can only do face to face no matter how many Facebook posts you read. Tara was in a dead-end, poorly paid, but emotionally satisfying job with a non-profit. She was still friends with a lot of the old crew. And she was still single.



After a couple of drinks, Tara was going on about how hard it is to meet men. Going on and on and on. I could remember these rants from back in college, and ten years on, they had only gotten longer and more bitter.



Finally, Janelle had enough. “Oh, Jesus, Tara. How is it that you could be a gender studies major and know so little about men? You want to meet a man? All you have to be is available.”



Tara sneered. “Oh sure, if you get all tarted up like a beauty queen, you can. But I’d like to meet a guy who isn’t just looking for a pretty face.”



Janelle looked over at me and shrugged. “I’m going to get a breath of fresh air. Give me your sweater.”



I watched her walk away and then turned back to Tara. “That wasn’t very nice.”



“I’m sorry. But she just doesn’t know what its like. Guys are always falling for girls like her, not matter how bitchy they are.”



“Janelle is not a bitch. She’s the sweetest…”



Tara put her hand on my forearm. “I’m not saying she isn’t,” Tara lied. “I am just saying it is different for normal girls.”



We changed the subject and reminisced about college for a while. Suddenly this woman sat down in Janelle’s seat.



“Hey, that’s my wife’s…”



She looked me in the eyes and giggled.



“Janelle?”



“In the flesh.”



She’d totally changed her appearance. Her hair, usually flowing past her shoulders in golden waves was pulled back into a sloppy bun, the kind women wear to go to Walmart or tend the garden. She’d taken out her contacts, and was wearing her decidedly non-designer glasses. She’d removed her makeup and added some dark circles under her eyes. And wearing my formless sweater made her look downright frumpy.



Tara shot her a dark look. “What is this shit?”



Janelle smiled sweetly. “Let’s do a gender studies experiment. Pick a man in the bar. Any man.”



“Well, sure, you can pick up a guy if you offer to fuck him the bathroom or some shit.”



“Tara, I’m not trying to show you up. I just want to show you something. You pick a guy, and then you can sit next to me. And if I do anything untoward to get his attention, then you call me on it. But I’m going to show you how easy it is to meet men.”



“Honey, let’s not do this,” I interjected.



“Oh come on Dave, it’ll be fun. Just play along.”



I sighed and nodded.



Tara scanned the bar. “That one,” she said, point to a middle aged guy in a suit at the bar. He was a big guy, over six feet tall, and barrel chested. His hair was thinning, but he was clean shaven. Lighter and younger he would probably have been ruggedly handsome. I have no idea why Tara picked him. But she did.



Jenelle instructed us to get seats at the bar next to him, so we could listen in, and then after a few minutes, she followed and squeezed between us and him.



She looked up at a hockey game on TV. “What’s the score?” She asked him.



He looked over at Janelle, and she apparently didn’t make much of an impression. “I dunno,” he said. “Wasn’t really watching the game.”



She continued to watch TV quietly, ostensibly waiting for the bartender to take her order.



The guy turned back toward her. “Are you a hockey fan?”



“Naw,” she replied lightly. “I was just curious.”



“Are you from around her?”



“No, up from New York for the weekend, visiting some friends.”



“Yeah, I’m down Boston on business.”



They talked like that for a while. Idle chit chat. They talked about New York vs. Boston. About work. About the best restaurants in town. His name was Tony and he seemed like a nice guy. Smart and sardonic. There was no overt flirting, not at first. Just two people, comfortable in their own skin chatting.



But then after a while, I guess she grew on him because he started getting more interested. He complimented her eyes — her glasses did little to hide them. She asked him if he worked out. He bought her a couple of drinks. They moved in closer to each other. I started getting uneasy. After a while, he checked his watch and then sighed.



“What’s the matter,” she cooed.



“I… I have to meet some people for dinner. Business.” He paused. She pouted. “But I really like you,” he paused. She smiled. “And well, since we’re both from out of town.”



She looked at him expectantly. He took her hand.



“I’d like to show you a good time,” he finally said, taking her hand and moving it to his crotch.



“Oh my,” she giggled, “is that all you?”



He took out his room key and placed it on the bar. “I need to go. But I’ll be back around 11:00, maybe 11:30. Come visit me. Room 1246.”



“Sounds like fun,” she replied in a sultry voice.



He leaned in and kissed her. A lingering embrace. She returned the kiss.



He walked away. Janelle turned toward us. Tara stared at my wife in shock, and I guess I did too.



She put her hand on my shoulder. “Sorry about the kiss, baby, it happened so fast, and I didn’t see a graceful way out of it.” She waved the key at Tara. “There you go. Nice guy. You picked him. He’s smart and employed. And all I needed to do was ask about a game he wasn’t even watching.”



“Well sure, if all you want is a one night stand.”



Janelle sighed. “There are worse things, you know, especially since I think he’s packing. But it would have been easy to get his number and arrange a date instead. I figured you’d be smart enough to get the point.”



I stepped in at that point. “Girls, girls, please can you two stop bickering? It is like being at home with my parents,” I said trying to lighten things up.



Janelle shook her head. “I’m gonna drop off this thing off at the front desk,” she said pointing to the key, “and go freshen up.”



She came back a few minutes later, once again put together, and returned my sweater. Happily it was time to get going and meet the others, which put an end to Tara and Janelle’s squabbling.



I had a good time that evening, though I was worried about Janelle. We ended up going to this cool Mexican-Japanese fusion place. The food was great, but my friends were being cold fish, especially after Tara circulated what must have been an embellished version of the events in the bar. Janelle ended up excusing herself several times to check out the decorations and the band that was playing out in the garden area. She was pretty quiet, and I could tell she was looking forward to the evening being over. I knew she wasn’t having fun, and I kept meaning to leave when another old friend would suddenly appear. But I figured she’d forgive me.



We went back to the hotel. I’d had a little too much to drink. Given how the evening had gone, I figured I wasn’t going to get any in any case. But she surprised me. When we got into our hotel room, Janelle casually slipped off her jeans and panties and walked around the room in just her clingy sweater while brushing her teeth.



“You look good enough to eat,” I offered.



“You talk too much,” she replied with a smirk.



I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. In addition to her other charms, Janelle has the tastiest pussy I’ve ever had. She’s always fresh and clean, her juices just a touch tangy. I lapped away for a while as she ran her hands through my hair.



“I want you,” she rasped.



I stumbled back onto the bed, and she roughly tugged at my pants. I was rock hard, and the moment my cock popped out, she was on top of me, impaling herself on my member. We fucked like that for a few minutes until she gasped in passion, collapsing onto my chest.



We slowly shed the rest of our clothes, my dick inside her the whole time, and then resumed our lovemaking in earnest. She was very wet and she fucked me hungrily, pumping her hips eagerly to meet my thrusts, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. I was drunk enough that it took me a while time to cum, but Janelle didn’t seem to mind even though it went on longer than usual. When I finished, it felt like a dam giving way, and dizzy from drink and exertion I collapsed onto the bed. We cuddled together for a while and drifted off to sleep.



I am not sure what woke me. Sex and booze usually knock me out, but good. But I guess being in a strange bed made me sleep lightly. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. I felt next to me and realized Janelle wasn’t there. For a moment, I assumed she was in the bathroom, but then the sound that had woken me popped into my head. It was definitely the door to the hallway. I got up, and yanked on a pair of jeans from the floor.



Sure enough, she wasn’t in the bathroom. And then like a shot, I had a weird vision. The bar. The man. The room key. Room 1246.



I went out into the hallway just in time to hear the elevator door chiming as it shut. I turned, spotted the stairs and sprinted up two flights to the twelfth floor. The door to room 1246 was slowly shutting on its mechanical arm, and I reached out at the last second to stop it from latching shut. I pressed my ear to the door.



“What, what, who is it?” Came a scratchy voice.



I saw the light go on.



“Who are you?” Continued the puzzled voice.



“I thought you were going to show me a good time. Sorry I’m late,” Janelle answered.



I hear him sit up on his bed. “Damn, girl, you clean up nice.”



I cracked the door open. She’d moved out of the entrance and into the bedroom. The room was lit, but dimly. He must have only had the reading light on over this bed. I slid inside and silently shut the door. I got down on my knees and crawled a few feet to get a view into the room. He was sitting on his bed, in his boxers, and she was standing before him in a short, thin, hotel robe which she holding together at the waist. Wordlessly, she released her grip, letting the robe come open, exposing her generous cleavage and closing trimmed blond muff.



“If I’d know you were hiding a body like that, I’d have ditched my dinner plans,” he said with a smile.



She stepped closer. Tony reached out and slid a finger up her inner thigh, and when she didn’t flinch, he pressed it up inside her. She gasped softly, her hips swaying sexily. He pulled out and rubbed his fingertips together.



“Somebody’s been a naughty girl already.”



She grinned saucily.



He pressed his finger into her mouth and she licked it clean. He pumped his finger back into her snatch several times, each time pulling out and feeding her a cocktail of her juices and my cum, which she swallowed eagerly. It was a sexy show, and Tony was enjoying it enough that he was stroking his rapidly thickening member through his boxers.



“Why did you think I’d appreciate sloppy seconds?” He asked.



She smirked. “I’ve never known a man to turn down a well-lubed hole.”



He laughed and pressed a second finger into her pussy. “You’re a hot little slut, aren’t you?”



“Let me see what you’re rubbing,” she replied in a sultry tone.



As he pulled down his shorts, his cock sprang out, standing at attention in his lap. It wasn’t some porno-style stunt cock, but he was definitely well-endowed.



“Mmmm, that’s a lovely prick,” cooed my wife as she dropped to her knees between his thighs.



Janelle is a world class cock-sucker. I hate to think about how she became that way. But the truth is, she could give lessons, and now she proceeded to pull out all the stops for Tony.



She started by licking his rod all over, getting it nice and wet, as she massaged his balls with her hands. Then she switched, sucking his sack into her mouth as he squished her hands up and down his thick shaft. She licked her way back up the underside of his cock, and then circled his cockhead with her tongue.



“Fuck, that’s good,” he growled, running his hands through her silky hair.



But she was just getting started. She took him deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as her hands continued to caress his shaft and balls. He began pumping his hips, trying to force himself deeper into her throat, but he was too big to fit all the way.



She rose up and kissed his belly, and then leaned forward and pressed his cock between her teardrop breasts, fucking his cock with her tits.



She looked him in the eyes. “If I finish you off, will you be able to get hard again to fuck me?”



“Baby, my dick’ll get hard just being in the same room as you.”



She pumping his cock between her tits a few more times, and then rubbed his cockhead against each of her nipples in turn, coating them with his pre-cum. Then she dropped down again and swallowed him deeply, fucking his dick with her mouth. He was moaning louder now, obviously getting close. Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she started pumping his shaft roughly, wetly with both hands.



“Oh God,” he growled loudly. His hand grabbed a firm handful of her hair and held her in place. Not that he needed to because Janelle was eagerly sucking down his seed all on her own. I could see her swallowing gob after gob as he twitched repeatedly in passion.



When he was finally done, she straightened up, her hands still gently fondling his shaft.



“How long were you saving that up?” She giggled.



He laughed. “A few days. Maybe more, I guess.”



“That’ll be enough protein to last me a week,” she replied. Though she immediately belied that comment by swooping down and lapping up every stray drop of jism that appeared from his slit.



He softened noticeably, and Janelle took the opportunity to swallow him whole, taking him balls deep into her mouth. She worked his cock slowly. Long, deep, wet strokes that quickly brought him back online. In less than five minutes, his member was again rigid, jutting out proudly.



“I need it inside me,” she hissed and climbed into his lap.



He grabbed her hips and roughly impaled her on his cock. She threw back her head and gasped loudly.



“God, you’re big,” she moaned as she ground into him.



They fucked hard. He was a powerful man, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. His hands were all over her. He squeezed and slapped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and tickling her asshole. He mauled her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth until the areolae were puffy, wet, and swollen. He kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, and bit her neck hard enough to leave marks.



And she loved it. She was squealing like a porn star, grinding her hips into him to meet his thrusts, her arms wrapped around his head, her eyes shut tight in concentration.



Without warning he grabbed her by the ass and flipped her onto her back on the bed. She obligingly pulled her knees to her chest, her feet pointed toward the ceiling, opening herself completely for him. He climbed on top and began to jackhammer his thick cock into her pretty little snatch.



Her high-pitched squeals were soon joined by his loud grunts. Then the mattress began squeaking as they bounced up and down. And finally, the headboard began banging against the wall. From next door came a muffled voice, and a the sound of a palm slapping the wall urging them to keep it down.



Janelle and Tony burst out laughing.



“Something different?” she asked through giggles.



“Let me take you from behind,” he suggested.



He disentangled from between her legs, and she leaned forward and loudly slurped his slimy cock into her mouth several time before flipping back over onto her hands and knees. Her pretty little ass waved back and forth as he repositioned himself. Grabbing an ass cheek in each of his beefy paws, he thrust hard and buried himself in her swollen pussy.



“Ooof,” she gasped, throwing her head back.



Releasing her ass, he grabbed a thick handful of her hair and began hammering away, the sounds of their slapping flesh now filling the room. She was grunting and squealing, and her large breasts were swaying wildly beneath her.



He leaned forward and let a thick gob of spit drip down into her butt crack.



“Ewww,” she exclaimed. “Why’d you…”



But before she could complete the question, he answered it, coating his thumb in saliva and plunging it into her ass.



She growled ferally and began to shudder in passion.

This is the fourth chapter of the “Jamie The Black Sheep” story. I hope you enjoyed the first three. If you’re starting here, I suggest you move back so that you can meet the cast of characters.



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After a few minutes the astonished stares from the kitchen table went away as people refocused on our drinking game. Rachel and Emily were certainly attempting to have their fun for the weekend. Their respective boys were paying them all sorts of attention. Every now and then one of them would spring up, like some nervous twitch. It was clear there was something going on under the table, but I mostly let it wash over me. I leaned back, sipped my mixed drink, and let the game go one without me.



“Ladies, are we going to make a night of this?” the boys said as they got up from the table. It was pretty obvious they were both sporting some wood. Emily and Rachel must have been giving as well as they received.



“Definitely,” Emily and Rachel said in unison.



“In that case there something we need to go grab at our place. Give us about ten minutes.”



“Sure thing.”



I turned my head to see that I had Emily and Rachel’s rapt attention.



Emily started it off, “There’s no way we’re letting that comment slide. What did you do? Or what did you not do?”



“I shouldn’t have said anything,” I said meekly. I was too tired to get started on this. Plus, I still wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I’d get from these two. They had been my friends for a long time, but I knew that if I laid out the whole story there’s a good chance our relationship would take a serious blow. This goes back to who these girls were: mostly good girls who had the occasional moderate dalliance. What I could tell them would go leagues beyond what they’d consider appropriate.



“Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy. Listen Jamie, we know what kind of weekend you’ve had. First Will, then Ryan, and now apparently this married dude. That’s one helluva weekend! I know you think we can’t handle something like this, but we HAVE to know.”



“I know Jamie, I’ve been so pissed that I haven’t had any fun this whole weekend,” Emily added in.



“Emily, you had plenty of fun the first night.”



“Wait what, I passed out before anything could happen, or that’s what I remember.”



“Yea, you passed out alright, but there was a lot that happened before that.”



Rachel looked at Emily and gave her a, “You little slut. Playing Ms. Innocent all day long.”



“I don’t remember! What did we do?”



“Well, after Rachel and Claire left we all started the dance party again. Will had hidden a mostly full bottle of vodka, and we started passing it around taking shots. Soon enough, we were all shots off each other.”



“The boys really cranked it up then.”



“Not just the boys Emily, you poured booze down my front and licked it clean.”



“No way, I’ve never done something like that to a girl.”



“Girl, you had almost my whole boob in your mouth. When I returned the favor, I couldn’t get half of one of those massive things in my mouth.”



“Good lord, what happened next?”



“Your naked, horny ass led an equally naked and horny Andy and Ryan to the pullout. You were begging to get double teamed, so I went to the bedroom with Will. The next thing I know Ryan comes into the bedroom and announces you had passed out.”



“Damn! I missed it. How did the girls find me with my clothes on?”



“Andy and Ryan put them back on you. They figured it would probably end badly if Claire and Rachel came home to you naked on the couch passed out, them naked sitting around, and Will and I going at it in the bedroom.”



“Look at foxy lady now!” Rachel screamed. “Jamie, all day Emily’s been swearing up and down that she was prim and proper last night. Looks like she was leading the charge of the Slut Brigade.”



“We were all right there together.”



“Alright. So now we know about that. Here’s what we DON’T know! What happened with Mr. Hot Dad from the pool?”



“Guys, I don’t know…”



“You’re going to tell us. Listen Jamie, we promise: no judgment, we just want to know. We won’t tell Claire.”



I had forgotten about Claire. God, she was such a problem. All of us were sitting and having a good time, Claire was on the chair (the same one I was bent over and nearly fucked on this morning) reading a book.



“Ok, ok. So we were at the pool, talking all afternoon. We started drinking. Then after a few hours in the sun stuff started heating up. We made out in the hallway going to the bathroom. The next thing I know we’re back at his condo, starting to get it on.”



“Where was his wife?”



“She was out looking at properties with her sister. She’d told him they were getting back late that night. I guess the plans changed.”



“So she caught you?”



“Yea, that was the humiliating part.”



I had to stop to think about that. It was totally humiliating, but not kind of humiliation a kid gets by peeing their pants in school. This was a savory humiliation. This was falling from a pedestal. I was the lowest of the low as those two astonished women looked on. A fallen woman. My body’s reaction was just like the rush of adrenaline hanging over a ledge. I had felt my stomach drop. There was a static fuzz in my mind. It was kind of like the moment before you think you’re about to crash. Total fear. But that quickly washed away and left me feeling very turned on. There’s no way I could tell these girls that.



“That’s some serious shit, Jamie. And totally fucking hot! And let’s not let you drop the admission that he was ‘buried in your ass.’”



This was going better than I’d expected. No revulsion. They both still seemed into it. And they’re genuinely curious about the anal. Maybe I’m not giving these girls enough credit.



“Yea, it wasn’t something I expected. It just kind of happened, and that’s when she walked in.”



“Did it hurt?”



“Like hell, at first.”



“Then?”



“Fucking amazing. One of the hardest orgasms I’ve ever had. There were some other factors at play. I’m not sure if I could even describe it. He was fantastic though. So much so that I doubt this was his first go-round on the cheating scene.”



“Mmmm,” they both let out in an approving way.



Just then the boys returned. They had grocery bags filled with some stuff.



“Ladies want some dinner?”



Just then Claire came back into the picture, “What? I thought we were all going out. Guys, we’re only here another two days. We only went to eat the first night!”



Claire did have a point. This was our vacation and we had been spending most of our time here in the condo. But at that moment I saw a deflated look on both Emily and Rachel’s face. They wanted to stay. They wanted the boys to stay. At that moment, I knew I was going to have to fall on this grenade.



“Claire, why don’t you and I go out? These boys brought some food. We shouldn’t waste it. Rachel and Emily, you two stay and eat. We’ll all go on a girls’ night tomorrow night.”



Smiles erupted from the four sitting at the table. Claire looked mildly displeased, but I think she knew by everyone’s expression that this wasn’t going to be a battle she was going to win.



“Ok Jamie, let’s go party and let these homebodies miss out on some fun! But girls’ night tomorrow!”



Somehow I doubted our fun would outpace what was going to happen in this condo, but I put on a good face and decided to make the best of the night.



*****



I stood naked in the bedroom by myself. I heard the others outside, really picking up the pace of their drinking. I had just taken a long, luxuriating shower and it totally really recharged me. I did a great job straightening my hair. Next, I put on a good amount of makeup. Not complete slut mode, but enough to demonstrate that I meant business that evening.



Hmm, what to wear? I had no idea what Claire was planning to do, so I had to be ready for any occasion. Claire didn’t drink or put out, but that didn’t mean she was predictable. She was always game to go to the new or hip place in town. I think it was mostly so she could make appearances and then brag to whoever listened to her about those kinds of things. People at her work? Who knows.



I picked out a short little purple dress. It had really thin fabric with a plunging V neckline that tied around the back of my neck, leaving my back almost bare. I don’t have the biggest amount of cleavage, but this dress worked a little magic to make me look pretty damn hot. You can’t really wear a bra, so I put on some stickies that would give me some lift (and some volume!) but still not be seen. Next, the panties weren’t a big decision. I had to go with a small thong, because the dress was so tight and thin. The only hitch was that the skirt was pretty shot and flared at the bottom, so there was a chance of flashing people. Decision made: go with the tiniest thong I own. My final touch was the most exciting addition. Well, at least for the girl in me. I put on a pair of beautiful black, strappy Christian Louboutin heels with bright red soles. The heels were really high—at around three or four inches—but they were gorgeous!



With my outfit complete, I checked myself out and knew I looked ready for the club!



*****



When I walked outside, I realized that Claire was not ready for the club. I had apparently seriously misjudged the situation. Claire was standing there in a cute, albeit extremely ordinary, top. The real kicker was her jeans. They were totally “mom jeans”—the kind that go up way too high above your hips, make your ass look flat, and not hug your frame at all. Uh, this was just sad to see.



“Jamie, wow I didn’t know we were getting so dressed up! I thought we were just going to dinner.”



“Oh, I thought after dinner you wanted to go do something. I can go change.”



“No, if we wait too much longer all the restaurants will be slammed.”



“Ok, point the way.” With that, Claire and I headed out the door. As I left, I turned and gave the four remaining a wave and a wink. Emily and Rachel waved goodbye with great enthusiasm.



“Don’t hurry home.”



Right before I closed the door I saw one of the boys pull some kind of baggy out of his pocket.



*****



Claire selected a semi-nice place to eat. The appetizers were delicious, the ambiance was nice, and the wine was excellent. I ordered a whole bottle of white wine expecting to share it with Claire.



“No thanks, I’m still probably going to drive home.”



“Claire, we can just cab home. You can sit back and enjoy yourself if you want.”



“I may have a glass, but you go ahead.”



Debby fucking Downer. We sat through the rest of the meal making very small talk. We completely avoided all of the incidents that had occurred over the past few days and talked about nothing. It was pretty lame. What I did succeed in doing, however, was finish my bottle of wine. As the check was coming, I saw Claire hadn’t even touched her glass. When the waiter took our final bill, I reached over and downed Claire’s glass.



“Let’s go grab another drink!”



“Jamie, wait! I thought we were going home.”



“Oh Claire, just one drink. I bet the people at home haven’t even finished eating yet. Let’s not disturb their dinner.”



“Ok, but just one drink.”



“Definitely, and you’ll be more than fine to drive.”



*****



Ten minutes later Claire and I were in line for a very exciting looking club. The line outside was populated by very attractive people. All the guys looked really hot and the girls were dressed in their full club gear. Some had taken that idea to the extreme. I looked tame compared to a lot of them.



It took us another ten or so minutes to get to the front of the line. There were only three people left in front of us, and the bouncer was checking their IDs and taking the cover charge.



“Jamie, I really have to pee!”



“Ok, you head straight for the ladies room. I’ll run to the bar and get us some drinks! Let’s meet next to the DJ booth, there’s always one of those.” It seemed like a good enough plan and we both nodded our assent.



I gave my ID and cover charge to the bouncer. As I walked inside, I glanced around and saw Claire doing the same thing. I looked down to put my ID and wallet into my clutch ***Whoosh*** Wow, inside the club’s front door was a whole new world. The lighting was amazing. The people were all dancing like crazy. Most of all, the music was so powerful you could feel the bass beat move through you. This place was amazing.



God, everything about the place was nice. The temperature was set perfectly: warm enough so the girls could wear close to nothing but cool enough so that the place wasn’t a sauna. The dance floor was mostly comprised of these big, smooth dark panels. In between those were ambient lights shining up. It made the floor seem to glow. I had never seen anything like it.



I looked over and the bar was jammed with people so I scampered over to jockey for position. After a few minutes of elbowing my way to the front, I finally had some real estate at the bar. On either side of me were two stunning girls. They were both trying to win the attention of the bartenders by leaning over and giving them as much of an eyeful as they possibly could. Three can play at that game! I leaned in, pushed my forearms into the outside of my boobs. That pushed them together and created as much cleavage as I was going to have. I wasn’t the first one of the three of us chosen to give our order, but I was the second.



“Two Cosmos, please,” I said while handing the bartender a $50. He came back with the change and my drinks. “And you can keep the change.” I left him a fat tip hoping that he’d remember me and serve me as quickly as possible in the future. This place was too much fun to just have one drink!



I started moving to where I thought the DJ would be. It took a while to get there. There were tons of people dancing and moving through the crowd. I had to be extra careful, because I had two drinks that were very spill-prone. Somehow, I made it to that end of the club without spilling. I looked up, and the DJ booth was on a balcony overhanging the club’s dance floor. It wasn’t sticking out too much, but enough so that the DJ was looking out over everyone. You could tell he could see if people were into the groove or if he needed to change something up.



The music was amazing. I started sipping on my drink and moving with the music. It’s tough to dance while you’re double-fisting drinks, so my moves were a little limited. I did get some offers to dance though. I brushed them all aside, because I continued to scan the crowd for Claire. She should be pretty easy to spot in this crowd. The girls all looked ready for their stripper auditions, and the guys all had their shirts open.



As I waited longer and longer, I began to sense that something in our plan had gone awry. She should be here by now. I was at the bar for a pretty good while before I got served. Oh well. The girls’ bathroom is probably the biggest X factor in any bar or restaurant. Sometimes, the line takes forever. That must be what’s happening. I took out my phone to see if I could get in touch with her that way. I clicked on my Blackberry, and it showed that I had no signal. Crap. No way to call her.



I leaned back against the cloth covered wall to take a little pressure off my high heel-covered feet. Quickly, I found myself leaning back a little too far. I was falling through the cloth! There wasn’t a wall behind it!



I somehow regained my footing and hoped no one saw that. I had come pretty close to falling right on my back and spilling our drinks all over myself. Luckily, no one seemed to notice. I looked back through the cloth and saw a staircase going up. I figured it was the stairs the DJ took to get to his platform. Being a little bold after a whole bottle of wine and half a Cosmo, I headed up the stairs.



At the top of the stairs, I saw the little gate that led to the DJ booth and equipment. The stairs veered to the right and went a little higher to some other room. I decided to stay here. From this vantage point, I could see the whole club: the dance floor, the bar, and the restrooms. It was neat, because you could see all the lights, speakers, and inner workings of the club from this angle. Down on the floor it was a bright, loud blur if you looked up. This would be the best place for me to spot Claire in this place. So I hunkered down and started eyeing the crowd.



About a minute later I heard someone trying to get my attention. It was funny, you could actually hear pretty well up here. Down on the floor, you would have to scream in someone’s ear to pass a sentence. Up here, however, you were above and behind the speakers pointed down at the floor. I looked over and saw the extremely cute DJ waving me over. I walked through the little gate and over to where he was standing.



“Hey lady, what are you doing up here? Bringing me a drink?”



I looked down and remembered I had two drinks.



“No, I’m just looking for my friend. She was supposed to meet me right below here, but I can’t find her. So I came up here to get the bird’s eye view of everything.”



“Technically, you’re not supposed to be up here, but exceptions can be made. What’s your name?”



“Jamie.”



“I’m Luc.” [as in Luke]



Luc was incredibly handsome. He was a little over six feet tall and strong built. He had his headphones on, but one of the earpieces was off so that he could hear me. He didn’t really look like what I thought I DJ at this place would look like. He had on nice slacks and a Polo. I figured a DJ would be a Jersey-ed guido, but this guy had conservative prep frat star written all over him. Just my type!



We chatted it up for a little while and immediately hit it off. I found out he graduated from college a few years ago (like me) who was really into all kinds of music. His family was somehow involved in running or owning the place, but I couldn’t get specifics out of him. Oh well, I wasn’t interested in that. I figured I made more money than he did.



Ten more minutes passed, and I realized that I’d subconsciously finished my own drink and had started sipping Claire’s Cosmo. More than that, I only had a sip or two left. Damn, if I found her I’d have to go get another round!



Luc saw that my drink was near empty. “Hey, can I get you another? What’s your pleasure?”



I didn’t know if I wanted him to buy me a drink. The past few days had been pretty crazy, and on some level I was kind of glad that I was out with Claire. When this night started, I figured there was no way I’d get into any more shenanigans. For one, I didn’t think my body could take it. I could still feel the tingle in my pussy and ass and interpreted that as soreness. If I took any more abuse, I might not be able to walk straight for a week.



He sensed my hesitation and said, “Hey, don’t worry about it. The drinks get comped for the entertainment. If I don’t enjoy them, it feels like a waste. I’m having a scotch, what can I get you?”



“I’ll take a Cosmo, thanks.”



He radioed down for someone to bring up our order and turned back to me.



“So where’s your friend?”



“I have no idea. I kind of forgot about her! Is that terrible? I suppose I’m a terrible friend.” I said that with some modicum of genuine concern. I didn’t think Claire was all that fun, but ditching her at a club was something else.



“No, I distracted you. What’s she look like? What’s she wearing? Maybe I’ve spotted her. I get a pretty good look at most people in this place.” He finished that line with a little smirk that gave me the impression he was hiding something behind his words.



“Well, she’d probably look a little out of sorts. She didn’t know we were coming to a club, so she dressed a little down. She’s in jeans and a pretty ordinary top.”



“Oh,” Luc said with an embarrassed/worried face. “There was something on the club radio about a girl getting turned away outside and making a little fuss. Something about her friend being inside. I suppose that’d be you?”

“Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.” I looked at my phone’s clock. I’d been in here close to an hour. I also saw I still had no signal.



“You’re not going to get a signal in here. All the wiring, sound stuff, and lights somehow make this a lead box that the cell towers can’t pierce. It’s really annoying. But I hope you don’t go, you should stay with me. I bet she’s left by now.”



“I bet she has. We have some other friends who stayed at home. She’d probably go join up with them.”



“Perfect! If you want you can stay up here with me, get all the free drinks you want, and maybe learn a little about mixing.”



As if on cue, a really cute waiter emerged with two drinks on a serving platter. In a graceful, fluid motion, Luc grabbed my drink and handed it to me. In the same motion, he started his glass up for a toast. “To a wild fucking night!”



“Cheers to that!” Vacation Jamie was back. Claire’s depressing cloud was gone, and I started psyching myself up for a fun night.



*****



This was fucking awesome. Hell, I had a hunk DJ, free drinks, and an amazing view for people-watching. The bottle of wine and (now) four Cosmos had me seriously buzzing. The conversation—or should I now say full blown flirting—with Luc was really getting heated. Every few minutes he’d have to pay attention to the vast array of music controls, but overall I was surprised by how little he had to do.



“DJing doesn’t involve much does it?”



“Ah no, no, no. It’s really hard actually. I do a ton of work with mixes and songs before I ever begin. I plan everything out, so when it comes time to play I just have to piece it together. I also have to work with the lighting and sound tech guys. They’re behind that window right there [as he pointed to a big windowed room filled with guys right behind us]. The greatest thing about it is changing it to match what’s going on around me. If the crowd gets really into something, I can extend it, repeat it, or speed it up. If the place feels more sexy and chill, I can slow it down and let people grind it out. I can add vocals mid-song, change beats…I have control over everything!”



“Wow, sounds like you’re the master of us all.” I said it like a little vixen. I licked my lips and finished off my drink. Ball’s in your court, Luc.



“Alright, time for my set break.”



Luc made some adjustments on his computers, mixers, and other controls, and we went out the other side of the DJ booth. On that other side, there was another flight of stairs going down. As we descended, I could tell that this flight was definitely longer than the flight I had climbed to get to his booth. At the bottom, there was a very large bouncer guarding a large, service-looking door. It looked innocuous enough. Luc gave the guy a nod, and the door was opened for us.



Inside, there was a luxurious lounge. This had to be the VIP area or something. Everywhere, the furniture was nice, the lighting was very dim, and there were personal servers moving through the very small crowd. It was about the size of the dance floor. In fact, everyone was pretty well dispersed in the very large room. But it wasn’t a big, square room like the dance floor. There were a lot of little alcoves and nooks and crannies with big couches and tables. You could get a lot of privacy in here if you wanted.



More than the entire decor, I could smell a little sex in the room. It was very faint, because the overall smell was lovely—a mix of fine foods and scented candles. But I knew that smell very intimately now. I was like a shark smelling a drop of blood in the ocean. It triggered my predatory senses, and I felt my body getting warm. I was on Luc’s arm, and that small touch was all that was needed to get me craving more.



“Oh fuck!” I looked up to see all the people in the club right above us! All those large black panels on the ground must have been pieces of one-way glass. And the ambient light pointing up from between the panels illuminated everyone from the ground. More specifically and shocking, it gave us a perfect view up the skirt of every girl on the floor. A perfect view. I could point out every girl going commando. There were hundreds of bare pussies grinding up against the pants-clad boys. It was so fucking hot. Porn movies couldn’t shake a stick at something like this. There were just too many people; the scene was too epic!



I had the biggest, turned-on grin on my face. My eyes were darting to different scenes all over the ceiling. Subconsciously, I moved closer to Luc and pressed firmly against him.



“So, you’ve seen our VIP fish tank? What do you think?”



“I think it’s hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”



Then I leaned into Luc and passionately kissed him. My arms wrapped around his neck and brought him to me. His arms encircled me, and I could tell it was going to take a lot to break us apart. We kissed like that for a few minutes before he broke away from me. He reached around without looking and grabbed two drinks that were waiting on the serving tray of our waiter. We hadn’t even asked for them. They just appeared.



Luc led me over to a private chaise lounge set aside from the main area and set our drinks down on a table. The lounge was almost flat. It was about three feet wide and came up at a slight angle right about shoulder height. He leaned back into a deep recline and looked up. I lay down next to him and put my head on his chest. We looked up at the crowd above us. Tiny thongs, boy shorts, and one pair of granny panties were all present. I spotted at least twelve girls without panties in really short skirts grinding away on guys. We saw everything you could imagine: fully shaved, landing strips, Brazilian, tattoos. A few of them were even getting fingered!



We lay there and sipped our drinks for a few minutes. No one needed to say anything. The voyeuristic delight that was happening ten feet above our heads never seemed to get dull, never seemed to slow down, and never ceased presenting a shock! Damn, a girl was getting fucked right there! I knew instantly both of us were focused on her. The very well-endowed guy was just going to town in and out of her glistening box. The lights gave it a surreal glow. The people around them may have noticed but didn’t let on. Mmm, my attention switched to Luc. I could intimately feel Luc’s arms wrapped around me. We were laying down holding each other as closely as two people possibly could.



Ah, my pussy was absolutely dripping! And Luc had barely touched me. He hadn’t fondled my breasts—like I wanted him too. He hadn’t stroked my pussy—like I wanted him to. We hadn’t even kissed for a few minutes. Then, I figured it out. He knew he didn’t have to. He was letting the taboo of watching this debauched scene get me wound up tighter than a spring. It was working!



I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood straight up on the love seat and straddled his legs. From this vantage point, he couldn’t see anything untoward. Then I started slowly taking steps forward, so that my feet were getting higher up his body. When I got to just above his hips I crouched down so that my cunt was hovering right over his package. I didn’t dare get low enough to touch him. If he wasn’t going to physically tease me, I wasn’t going to tease him. Two could play at this game!



“So you like looking?”



“I enjoy beautiful scenes, yes.”



“Well, why don’t you give me your opinion of this scene?”



I stood up and inched farther up his body. Finally, my feet were straddling his head. I stayed in that position for a second then started swaying to the very sexy music playing in the background. He had a perfect view right up my dress to my drenched, thong-covered pussy. Next, I crouched down again and stuck it right in his face. I wanted him to get the full musk of a woman. The kind of intimate detail you couldn’t get with the glass separation. Then I stood right back up and moved back down his body. I stuck my high heel right on his throat, pressed down ever so slightly, and asked, “So Van Gough, how do I measure up?”



“You’re the most beautiful girl in this place. I noticed you the second you walked through the crowd. When I saw you standing next to the booth, I knew fate had sent me something amazingly special for the night.”



“Good answer.”



I took my heel off his throat, and I slowly hiked my dress up around my hips. Then I slipped my thumbs on either side of my thong’s elastic sides and slowly started inching it down. One side, then the other—alternating with the rhythm of the music until I could feel the cool air waft over my bare pussy. Once my thong got to my knees I let them fall. My legs were just close enough together so that I could step out of them. I felt like the most powerful woman in the world. I was standing there baring my naked lower half to a beautiful man that I had just met. His eyes could have been feasting on a hundred women just above his head, but he didn’t break eye contact with me.



“What do you want now?”



“I want you to take three small steps forward. Then I want you to lower yourself down again. Then I want you to experience immense physical pleasure.”



This boy knew what momma wanted. I took my three small steps forward, crouched down, and covered his face in my broiling cunt. Immediately, his tongue started whipping around, stimulating every fold of sensitive skin I possessed. He worked around the outside and then moved towards the center. He took a deep, long lick right between my folds moving from the bottom up. He finished at the top of my pussy and found my engorged clit. He flicked it for a few agonizingly pleasurable moments. Then he delicately bit it! That was new. But it was just enough of a pinch to send me flying. I pushed down harder on his face without even thinking about it. I didn’t care if I smothered the guy. I wanted to monopolize and control him. If he needed air, he could tap out. Until that point, I was going to enjoy what he had to offer.



I arched my back and stared up to the ceiling. The couple fucking were right above me. Ah, I knew she wasn’t enjoying that as much as I was enjoying this. I reached back and untied my dress straps behind my neck. I let the straps fall and my covered tits sprang out. Stickies aren’t the sexiest thing in the world, so I peeled them off and threw them to the side. Now my dress was bunched around my belly.



I don’t know how he could have seen me unfurl the top of my dress, but his hands moved up and began massaging my tits. I put my hands on top of his and worked them harder into my boobs. His fingers tickled around my nipples.



As I looked down from the ceiling and back to Luc, I noticed our waiter standing in the dark a few feet away. I wouldn’t say he was staring, but he was certainly watching us. I focused right on him and grinding my hips into Luc’s mouth. The rocking got hard enough that Luc had to put his hands down. I replaced his hands with my own on my tits and furiously rubbed them. I didn’t break eye contact with the guy standing about ten feet away. I had watched the crowd above me earlier. Now this guy was going to watch me!



“You like watching?”



No response.



“Huh. A professional, eh? I need to get fucked up, get me another cocktail!” I demanded as I continued to writhe on Luc’s face.



Without the slightest facial expression, he moved away. Moments later—faster than I could believe—a tray with an ice cold cocktail was right next to my hand. Also, right next to the cocktail was a small saucer with a little pill on it. I looked at it questioningly for a moment. “Pure MDMA ma’am,” was the waiter’s response. I had never taken any kinds of drugs before. Hmm, that presented a new intriguing element for the evening. Was I that bold? Was I kidding, of course I was. As turned on as I was in that moment, I knew I would have done anything to increase my level of pleasure. Balls to the wall, right?



All this service—while getting professionally eaten out by a handsome stranger—I could get used to this! I popped the pill in my mouth and took the drink in one gulp. That surge of cold must have tripped something over the edge for me. The muscles in my inner thighs and around my cunt started twitching. If his dick had been inside me, I’m sure the feeling it would have bestowed would have been legendary. I was falling over a precipice, and that precipice was a huge orgasm.



“AHHHH!!!!” I screamed. I noticed some others were now around us enjoying the show. I didn’t worry about them for a second. I let their longing eyes enhance my own pleasure.



I crouched there motionless for a moment, then slowly backed off Luc’s face. When I saw it, his face was absolutely covered in my juices and cum. He had a huge smile on his face. I straddled him fully naked. I looked down and realized that he hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing. I felt a little bad and wanted to reciprocate.



“I think it’s about time I repaid the favor,” I offered.



“Actually, my set break is almost over. I have to get back to the booth.”



Disappointment tumbled through my brain. I wanted to feel his cock. I hadn’t even rubbed it through his pants. God, what a tease I was. Taking everything for myself and then not paying any of it back.



I stood up beside the lounge and let him get up. The waiter appeared with a warm, damp towel, and Luc wiped his face clean; he even gave me a cool glass of water. So refreshing! Luc stood all the way up and took me in his arms. He gave me a long, deep kiss. My dress was still bunched around my waist. His hands moved all around my body. I finally used my hands to knead over his dick. He was so hard! And his dick felt so wonderfully perfect in my hand, even though there was a thin piece of cotton between us. A perfect size. It was big, but not one of those freak things. Perfect.



Luc turned around still holding my hand and led me to the door. As we approached the door a well-dressed couple in the their mid-30s came up to us. “Luc, good to see you down here for a change. And with such fine company.” Luc nodded and looked longingly in my eyes. I felt both the couple’s eyes scanning up and down my naked body. I did nothing to cover myself. I figured that I had just put everything on display so there was nothing they hadn’t already seen. Not to mention the hundreds of up-skirt views you could get just by tilting your head up.



The man’s lady companion piped in, “Those are beautiful shoes. Are those.?.”



“…Christian Louboutin. I picked them up at his Paris boutique last spring,” I calmly and confidently added.



“They’re fabulous, and they make your gorgeous legs look even lovelier. Honey, I think I know your next gift for me.”



“I’m sorry I got you in trouble,” I directed at the man.



“That’s quite alright Jamie, she’s worth it. Plus, I’ll insist she wear them exactly as you are now.”



They walked away and Luc and I continued toward the door. At this point, I figured I had to fix my dress. This room seemed like it was fairly private, so I didn’t want to cause too much fuss as I walked out. I pulled the skirt down and retied the straps around my neck. I thought for a moment about the bra and thong I’d left behind. Fuck ‘em. I wanted to be easy access for Luc. As we got to the door leading back to the staircase, Luc turned kissed me again. “This night isn’t over yet.”



***************



MEANWHILE:



Claire stormed away from the club’s entrance mad as fire. The bouncer flatly turned her down when she got to the front door. Even though she had her ID and cover charge, he gave her one up and down and told her to move along somewhere else. “The gall,” she thought. After several attempts to convince him that she her friend was inside, he told her he didn’t care. He’d get fired if he let me in dressed like that. “No jeans,” was the rule he kept repeating.



Claire took out her cell phone and tried to call Jamie on the inside. “She won’t get that,” the bouncer informed her. “Cell phones for some reason don’t work inside. I’ve never seen one that gets a single bar of service in there.”



“Then let me in real quick so I can let her know I’m out here.”



“No can do. Would you please step aside?”



Claire clicked “Send” on her phone and tried Jamie just in case. Straight to voicemail. “Hey Jamie, it’s Claire. You just got in the club and they denied me—assholes—could you come outside if you get this? The bouncer said you may not have signal. I’m going to wait another ten minutes or so. If I’m gone, can you just get a cab home? Or call me, I’ll pick you up.”



Claire stood by the entrance for about fifteen minutes. After that amount of time, she figured that Jamie didn’t see Claire get turned away and had gone to go get the drinks. With how long the line was out here, Claire figured Jamie might have to wait a while to get drinks. It could be ages before Jamie figured out what was going on.



Resigned to that fact, Claire told the bouncer that she was leaving. “If some girl comes out and asks for Claire, tell her I went home.”



“Ok.”



Claire abruptly turned and walked away. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. There was a long line of people who saw the whole confrontation who couldn’t control their snickers. Claire got to her car, opened the door, and slammed it shut. “Ah! Why can’t anything on this trip go right?”



Claire sped home on the verge of tears. She kept checking her phone to see if Jamie had checked in. Nothing.



Claire rolled up the condo and was looking forward to just going to sleep. This day needed to end for her. Tomorrow, they could go to the beach and then they’d have their girls’ night out on the town. She wouldn’t get turned down then!



*****



Claire swung open the door and immediately knew something was amiss. The closet next the bathroom was open and a lot of its contents were spilled out on the floor in front of it. The kitchen table was covered in empty beer cans and a frozen pizza box. “Some dinner,” Claire thought.



As Claire got farther inside the condo, she began hearing the moans and cries that could only mean sex. “Damn, I wonder which one of them got loose and is hooking up with her guy?” Claire peeked in the bedroom and was completely astonished at the sight inside.



The whole bedroom was in disarray. All of the sheets had been stripped from the bed and cast off onto the floor. All the lights were on, but one of the lamps had fallen off the bedside table. There was a plastic tarp covering the bed. And there, right on top of the bed, both Emily and Rachel were fucking their guys. Both of them!



That wasn’t all. All four of them were butt as naked and covered in some kind of oil. They were all writhing in it and smothering it on each other’s tits, dicks, and wherever else it would go. Claire saw one of the guys turn over the last of a bottle of olive oil on Emily’s chest. She was riding his cock and furiously rubbing her tits. She let it run off onto the guy’s chest and rubbed it on him. The oil was everywhere. The tarp was keeping it off the mattress, but it had otherwise splashed on the walls and dripped onto the floor. It was surreal.



And they were screaming. Everyone was calling each other sluts and telling them to give it to them harder and faster. After watching for about thirty seconds, Claire saw the girls switch partners. “Oh my god, they’re all crazy,” Claire thought as she stood in utter disbelief. Before tonight, she had just seen Jamie that one time act like a complete slut. Now this. It was a Roman-style orgy. There were no boundaries, no partners, and no semblance of decency.



Claire’s tears welled up and she started sobbing. The events of tonight and the previous days just overwhelmed her. “How could they do this?” She moved over to the pull out sofa, lay down, and continued bawling. She curled up in a little ball, and tried to put her hands over her ears, but she couldn’t push tight enough to keep the noises from reaching her mind.

“Ahhhh, rub my clit!”



“Yea Emily, eat her box.”



“Rachel, get her in a 69!”



“Fuck me harder!”



After an hour, Claire couldn’t even differentiate who was saying what. It didn’t matter, they were all equally guilty of some monstrous act. Why would these girls do this? They had never acted this way before. Or had they? Did Claire know any of her friends? She had to get out of here. But where would she go at this time of night?



As she chewed on that thought, Emily and one of the guys came out to the living room, dripping oil. Emily’s blank eyes looked up and saw Claire, but there was no recognition. She was frenzied and focusing on the boy—still rubbing her hands up and down his skin.



“Excuse us,” the boy said as he grabbed something on the table that was right in front of Claire. It was a plastic baggy. He toweled off his dick so it was relatively clean from the oil. Then he took a spoon and scooped out some white powder and put it right along the length of his dick.



Emily got down on both her knees in front of him and proceeded to snort the whole line of coke off the guys throbbing hard on. Emily never broke eye contact with Claire.



“Rachel,” the guy yelled, “come get yours before we run out.”



Rachel scampered out of the bedroom shimmering in the glow of her oil-covered skin.



“Oh shit, Claire.” Then Rachel started giggling. “You weren’t s-s-supposed to be home yet. We’re fucked up. You want to join us?” Rachel had the same blank eyes as Emily. God knows how drunk and high they were.



Then Rachel got down on her knees and took a line off the guy’s dick. “Their blow is so amazing. You won’t ever want to stop fucking!” She finished it off by taking the whole length of his cock in her mouth to clean it off.



“No, I think I’ll pass,” was all Claire could muster.



“Suit yourself.”



The strange guy grabbed both Emily and Rachel’s asses and led them back to the bedroom. A few seconds later the moaning and cries resumed.



Claire laid down and prayed for sleep to come. She was too stunned to move.



***************



BACK AT THE CLUB:



Luc and I climbed back up to his DJ roost that hovered above the crowd. This view was so diametrically opposite from the one we’d just had. Whereas a few seconds ago we were looking up at all these people, now we were looking down on them from above. It was such a cool perspective, because we could pick out some of the couples we had seen hooking up from below. It was fascinating. “Look, there’s the fucking couple.” Damn, you couldn’t even tell! Skills.



Luc flipped his controls and laptop back to life and eased himself back to controlling the music. The crowd didn’t even notice. Then Luc got on the PA, and with the assistance of a voice distorter asked the crowd, “Everyone ready to get wwwiiilllddd?!!”



There was a huge surge in the music and the crowd at that moment. Everyone, including Luc, was bouncing up and down. The lights had shifted so that the DJ booth was illuminated and everyone below could see what was going on up here. I started dancing. I had to. I couldn’t be the one person not rocking out.



“Let me introduce to you our lovely club dancers, The Nymphomitons!”



On cue, four scantily clad girls walked out on gangplanks that were on either side of the dance floor. Each had a spotlight attached to them as they moved. They were all gorgeous. They had mini bikini tops on with booty shorts that could hardly be classified as shorts. They were shaking everything they had, and they looked awesome.



Ah. I was getting heated all over up again. I had an amazing euphoric feeling washing completely over me. I was sweating a little more than I normally did. Then I realized the pill I had taken earlier. This must be what happens. I just had an irresistible urge to dance, and touch, and BE touched! I got behind Luc as he was controlling the music and started grinding behind him the way guys normally do to me. I had my hands all over his chest, cock, and ass. I was trying to be careful to not bump into his hands so he had an unobstructed path to the music controls. A couple of times, though, I bumped him. He was being great about it, so I decided to let his arms be. How did I do that? I got down on my knees in front of him.



With an incredible urgency I zipped his fly down. I don’t know if he could have protested, because his hands were spinning those simulated records, clicking his mouse, and changing mix levels. Without any protest, I reached into his pants, over his boxers, and unfurled his cock to the sultry club air. Ah, finally! I let it sit there a moment—breathing like a fine wine—before I started going up and down against its hard cock with my fingertips. Then I switched to the my palms, working him up and down. The excruciatingly sensual excitement was electric. I registered every never cell that fired telling my brain something wonderful was happening to my body. I put my face even closer and lightly brushed his cock against the soft cheeks of my face. I knew he was getting turned on, because I felt the moisture of his precum oozing onto my face. Heaven.



I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my mouth and took his entire cock in my mouth. I had to really open up to get him all in, but even the feeling of my lips straining to get around him was emitting an intensely gratifying feeling. I made sure his entire shaft was slicked up by my mouth and started mixing up my technique: Sucking up and down with mouth; a little hand play; the ever popular balls in the mouth. I did it all. I went at it for a song or two and realized that he was getting close. I wanted the taste of his warm cum in my mouth. It would give me another one of my senses the chance to overload my brain with delight.



Then Luc backed away. “Babe, you’re amazing,” he said as he longingly looked down at me with his cock still springing out of his pants. “You want to try something else? I saw you shaking that thang back here. You want to dance for the crowd?”



Uh, he wanted to put me on display. That was so hot. All the alcohol, along with that little pill, had me feeling that I had to keep the stimuli flowing through my body. I stood up and nodded my head for him to lead me forward—into what I have no idea.



Luc had on a headset and screamed, “People! We’re having a tryout for a new dancer! Give her some noise!” All the other girls moved down the planks and came right for me. I was in the front and center of the whole club. People were looking up at me; I could tell. I couldn’t really see them, because the spotlights and alternate lighting were practically blinding me.



Luc had apparently gone back to the DJ board, because a new, very powerful beat pumped through the speakers. It was a very intense piece of house techno. The shockwaves of the woofer were coursing through my body, and I started to dance in its wake. By then, the other four dancers were on either side of me. They were allowing me to control the pace and gyration of the dance, but they complemented it really well. These girls knew how to shake it. Then I turned to one side, presented my ass to one of the girls and my front to the other. The girl behind me grabbed me and started grinding up and down my ass the way a guy does, but it was with the tenderness of a woman. The girl in front of me somehow interlocked our legs and we were gyrating in an extremely erotic groove.



There were hands flying everywhere, but gracefully. I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job of holding my own against these girls who did this for a living! Then I saw a lot of the back and side lights turn down and the spotlight max out its brightness. Just then, the girl in front of my locked onto my lips and wrapped her arms around me. The dancer behind me started feverishly continued to thrust forward as if she was fucking me. Ah, it was so sexy. I’d made out with a few girls a few times just for a laugh, but this girl was serious. She was making out with me like she wanted to fuck. And I was too!



The crowd was going absolutely nuts. Of course, some of them were concentrated on their own groove, but the vast majority of people had their eyes glued to the scene happening above them. I spread my legs a little further open to let the girl in front of me get her leg further inside. When I did that, there was a loud, male cry of approval. Fuck! I bet they can see right up my short skirt. I am twenty feet above them. They’d have the perfect view.



Uh, I didn’t care, I spread my legs wider. Let them have it. I had seen all them from below. Quid pro quo, bitches.



“I think she’s ready guys,” one of the dancers signaled to the others. Without any request or permission, the two girls I had been really close to spun me to face the crowd. They had their hands working all over my body. On my skin, above my dress, and even snaking underneath every now and then. I felt a loosening of my dress from my neck and chest. They were untying my dress strap! Let them. I wanted it. If they could put more skin of their skin on my skin, then I’m all the better for it.



I realized that all the lights and movement had really heated me up. I wouldn’t say that I was dripping sweat, but I would admit that I was glistening with moisture. Everything about me wanted to be displayed, and everything wanted to be exposed.



“Ladies and Gentlemen,” I had heard Luc behind me blast in his voice distorted chant, “we give you HOUSE!!!”



At that instant the girls ripped my dress in half along its vertical center starting at the V neckline. I was completely exposed, utterly naked to the crowd. The only thing I had on were my high, high heels, and I thought that just made it even sexier. The lights bathed me in white hot, unobstructed glory for a few seconds, just long enough to let it register with the crowd. Everyone: girls, guys, and even the rafters seemed to explode. It was like I’d been reborn in front of everyone, and here I was as naked as I was my first birth.



Just as I started to work my hands down the front of my sweaty body, Luc quickly ramped up the music to the hardest house beat I’d ever heard. The lights on us went down and the club went absolutely dark. Every now and then there would be a pulsing light in one corner with the beat, but other than that there was pitch dark. I could only imagine what was happening beneath me. If there had been any people scared to act out on their desires before, they certainly wouldn’t have that trepidation now. I heard moans and cries of ecstasy. And I was jealous!



The other dancers had quickly moved off the planking to go wherever those girls go when they’re not dancing. I stood there on the walkway for a moment unsure of what I wanted to do. Part of me really wanted to go down in the crowd. The thought of hundreds of people brushing against my naked body—and all the perverted license people would take with me—sounded delicious! On the other hand, I really wanted to go back to Luc. He was so sexy. He was so right when he said he was in control of all these people. He had used me to whip them up into a frenzy, and that made him so appealing to me.



I meandered back behind the booth. I had no idea where my dress was. I didn’t care. The whole place had seen the goods by now, what should I be ashamed of?



“You were amazing out there!” Luc said as he wrapped his arms around me.



“Thanks, that wasn’t what I expected, but it was so hot!”



“I’m glad you’re not upset.” Then he got very close to my ear and whispered, “It is such a turn on to find a strong, beautiful woman who will announce to the world that she’s not ashamed to indulge in a little physical pleasure.”



I wrapped myself even tighter around him and kissed him furiously. “This train isn’t stopping now,” I thought. I eased my fingers around the bottom of his shirt and started pulling up. He helped me by sticking his arms straight up in the air. In one flourish his shirt was off and my hands were massaging his chest.



Next, I worked his belt off in one quick pulling motion. I stood there with if for a second and tried to crack it like a bull whip. I didn’t get the snap I dreamed of, but it served its purpose. I tossed the belt aside and unbuttoned the slacks. I didn’t have to unzip him; I’d already done that. So I pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He had apparently planned ahead and slipped off his shoes. We were both completely naked now, holding each other as tightly as we could.



His fully engorged cock was flipped up and slithering against my stomach. It felt so good there. I knew that’s what I wanted at that moment.



“Give me some of this dick,” I begged him.



Without a word, he started pushing me backward to the back of the booth. I supposed he was going to pin me against the wall. It was a little hard to stutter step backwards in these heels, but I managed to scoot back with him and maintain a passionate kiss. Then my knees hit something solid—like a block—and it forced me to sit down on it. But this block was pulsating! The vibrations were so strong, rhythmic, and consistent.



“It’s the woofer. It provides all of the bass for the club. It’s pointed down, so it’s not as powerful right here,” Luc explained.



Oh my god. The thing was so strong; it had my pussy tingling in seconds. There’s the old wives’ trick of fucking on the dryer to get that vibration, but this was industrial strength!



“Holy shit Luc, give it to me!”



There had been so much start-and-stop foreplay to this point that he didn’t hesitate. He just drove his cock right into me. I could tell that he didn’t have it in him to try and tease me anymore. I had given him one hell of a blowjob earlier. But it hadn’t been me that left him hanging, it was his request to go back to DJing that cut that off.



I wrapped my legs around his waist and interlocked my ankles to get my grip. He drove harder and harder into me. It was earth shattering. Each thrust was perfectly timed with the beat, but it wasn’t on the beat. He lunged forward on the intense techno’s downbeat. So as he pulled out the bass would fire. It created a situation where every second there was some kind of rippling sensation moving through me. It was a constant, ongoing assault of pleasure. Let this never end!



The pummeling continued for a song or two. He never let up. He changed his technique as his preprogrammed music changed. And he anticipated all of it. He was conducting the music for everyone else and conducting this fuck for me. It was truly watching a maestro at work.



“Ah, pinch my nipples!” I screamed.



“Fuck me!”



“Harder!”



I kept pleading with him to continue, and he did. He wasn’t a talkative lover, and that was fine by me. He didn’t ever have to say another word to me if he kept up this barrage of pounding. I felt the tingling pressure build up in my body. I knew that I was going to cum soon. And he just kept going, like a metronome. Ah!



“I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.”



Finally, I let out a high pitch squeal—the kind that an opera singer makes at the height of the crescendo and breaks a wine glass next to her. The muscles in my pussy were contracting and loosening. It was like my body was shutting down, because it didn’t know how to handle what was going on. It was glorious.



Luc just kept pounding. I thought my orgasm would ebb, but somehow he sustained it. After about forty-five seconds, I was getting light headed. Could someone go into shock from pleasure? I knew it happened with pain, in accident victims. Right when I thought I was about to lose it, Luc drove one last lunge right to the core of my cunt. I knew he was cumming. I could feel the twitching, and I could feel the bubbling moisture coming around his cock and down my legs.



He tried to get up, but I kept my legs wrapped around him. I gave him the most passionate kiss I’d ever given anyone. I wanted it to serve as a thank you he’d never forget. Finally, he worked his way out of me, turned around, and made some changes to the music.



For a moment I just sat there with my legs spread open wide. I hadn’t moved. I didn’t think my muscles would respond if I asked them to. I was so exhausted that I turned over and laid my chest down on the woofer. The vibrations started to give my nipples a little loving, and it was a nice feeling. My head was hanging over one side of the speaker, and my legs were over the other. It was so comfortable.



*****



After a few songs though, I had regained most of my strength. I couldn’t just lay here for the rest of the night. But I didn’t want to move. The vibrations were started to really get my nipples excited. And the corner of the woofer was wedged right in my pussy. It was like I was straddling a two-ton vibrator. Out of some depths, I knew that my night wasn’t over.



As I looked around, I saw our waiter come and ask if there was anything he could get for me. This guy was no waiter; he was some kind of personal manservant. No minimum wage bonehead cared this much about the job.



“You know, I think I will need something.”



I reached my hand up and grabbed him by the belt. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.



“Interested in a tip?” Then I took his whole cock in my mouth. I don’t know why I did it. I just wanted to. Somehow, I knew Luc wouldn’t mind at all. He had shared me for the pleasure of others all night. Wasn’t I just continuing that?



I remained plastered against the speaker while I worked his dick up and down with my tongue and lips. He didn’t even have to touch me to get me turned on. The speaker was doing that.



From behind, I felt another cock poking around down near my pussy. I popped the waiter’s cock out of my mouth and turned around. It was Luc. He was standing there hard as a rock sliding his dick against the folds of my lips. Mmm, that felt nice, but I didn’t want to move my legs. My clit was perfectly pinned against the corner of the speaker, and it was perfectly placed to send continuous shocks right through me. I didn’t want to lift myself up to let him enter from behind. Oh well, I guess that leaves us only one option.



“I don’t want to move my clit off this thing, just fuck my ass!”



“What?” Luc said.



“Fuck. My. Ass.”



As I said it, Luc had held out his radio headset. I have no idea why. I didn’t think about it for long, because I turned back to finish what I’d started with the waiter. I gobbled him down for a few seconds, and then I heard it over the speakers.



It started as a new song, with a female voice singing in the background. Then, I heard my own voice. “Fuck. My. Ass.” It was perfectly mixed in the song. Ah, that rat! He’d recorded me demanding to get ass fucked and mixed it into the song. Sexy! He returned a moment later with some kind of lube and started working it around my little opening. He was very tender, and after a few finger pokes he had the opening stretched enough to begin working his cock in.



Wow, this was a first for me. I now was being tag teamed. Emily had been asking Ryan and Andy to do it to her, but I never thought I’d do it. One waiter’s cock in my mouth: check. One DJ’s cock in my ass: check. This was some fucking club!



As Luc started working his cock inch by inch into my ass, I really concentrated on the dick in my mouth. I knew after a while, the pleasure of the ass fucking would take over and I’d lose all focus. I had to get this guy off quickly. So I really started working his balls with my hands and his head with my tongue. I’d dive down hard on his cock and let it slam through the back of my throat. I gargle it for a few moments until I needed to get a breath, then back out. It didn’t take long. Soon enough, he pulled his cock out and started furiously jerking himself off. After seven seconds, I saw the first of six rounds of jizz coming hosing at my face. He actually got it mostly in my hair. That was a little disappointing, because I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted that salty taste. It’s the little things.

Jonas was just finishing his second cup of coffee after breakfast as they began their decent. He always found the timing of the flight from Dulles to Sao Paulo’s Guarulhos International Airport convenient….a late evening departure with a mid morning arrival meant a nice nap on the overnight trip and a chance to arrive refreshed. He had been upgraded on today’s trip from the usual business class to first class. Jonas didn’t think the extra touches on the food and drink service were anything special, but the extra inches on the lie flat seat in first was priceless.



He smiled thinking about Rose, who would great him at the airport. Rose was the firm’s outside counsel for business in Brazil over the last several years. She had also been Jonas’ lover for nearly as long. He traveled to Brazil for business several times a year. He loved the country, but he certainly also loved spending time in the bedroom with Rose. Although happily married, she sought out sexual adventure with Jonas. Her appetite for sex was incredible, even for the experienced Jonas. He almost felt sorry for her husband, a pleasant and likable engineer. Jonas was certain he simply couldn’t keep up with her sex drive. In fact, Jonas often wondered if he could too on a permanent basis. The occasional trips were perfect.



He immediately spotted Rose outside of customs. She ran over to greet him with a big hug and a generous kiss on the cheek. However, this was Brazil after al where public displays of affection were much more common, even among professional colleagues. Her behavior would not have drawn any suspicions to a casual observer. Rose was the opposite of Jonas’ tall and imposing frame. Petite and short with fantastic dark, brown hair. Her fit body, with an ample yet tight ass and perky tits was a perfect combination to her seemingly endless energy. This morning, she wore a simple, attractive white blouse and a relative short, but professional miniskirt; Jonas was quite certain that panties would not be part of her outfit. “Jonas dear, I’ve missed you so much that I have a small surprise for you this morning!” was the greeting that she met Jonas with today. “You’ll have to wait a few minutes until we get in the car though.” Jonas smiled. While he had no idea of what she had in mind, he had no doubt that the surprise would be sexual in nature and would likely provide a nice energetic antidote to any jetlag that he might have.



They quickly fetched Jonas’ priority checked bag and Rose phoned the driver to bring the car around. Jonas knew the car would be a simple black car variety with dark, tinted windows. Anything too expensive or flashy looking in Brazil was simply not wise given the unfortunate crime rate. Jonas also knew that any driver working for Rose would be discrete as he had had fun with her in the back seat on more than one previous occasion.



They settled into the back seat of the car, a late model Chevy sedan, and began the long, traffic-ridden trip into town. Jonas was surprised to see that the driver today was a quite attractive brunette who greeted him warmly. ‘Is this part of the surprise,’ Jonas wondered. Rose immediately set to work on James, kissing him aggressively and passionately. She was a great kisser with a strong and attentive tongue. Soon his hands were inside her shirt and unhooking the clasps of her bra. Her breasts, while not large, were terrifically firm and fun to play with. Soon her bra was off and Jonas was cupping her left tit with his right hand. Her nipples were rapidly hardening like bullets and he pinched each gently. Rose had likewise gotten under Jonas’ shirt and started to run her hand across his chest. She too, engaged in a bit of light nipple pinching. Neither Jonas nor Rose paid any heed to the driver. While she was clearly aware of the antics in the back seat, she simply focused on the task at hand, driving to town through the traffic. The first time he had fooled around with Rose in the car, he had felt incredibly uncomfortable. Rose had only been able to give him a hand job on that occasion due to Jonas’ reluctance to perform with another person in the car. While Jonas was not an exhibitionist by nature, he had grown to like the periodic back seat fuck with Rose with a driver present. By this time, Jonas’ cock was hard and straining against his pants. Rose unbuckled his pants and quickly shuffled them down to his ankles. Today, Jonas was incredibly turned on by the presence of a female driver. He quietly positioned himself in his seat so that the driver could easily see his cock and balls in the mirror. Whatever Rose had in mind for Jonas, he wanted to enjoy letting the driver watch.



Jonas reached up Rose’s skirt. Sure enough, she was not wearing panties. Instead, he quickly found the soft trimmed hair of her bush. Jonas absolutely loved the way Rose trimmed her bush. In his opinion, it was simply perfection. Rose was already damp when Jonas started to finger her. He slipped two fingers inside her and then withdrew them. He sucked her juices from his index finger and offered his middle finger to Rose. She sucked his finger aggressively and said, ‘My Jonas, was a tasty slit you’ve gotten into…I need to suck on something else.’ in a moment, she was kneeling on the seat besides Jonas and sucking his cock. Jonas considered himself significantly more experienced sexually than most men. That being said, Rose gave incredible, aggressive head that drove him wild. Thankfully he was well along into his 30′s and able to enjoy her attention to his erect member. He often wondered if he would have lasted 90 seconds of a Rose blowjob in his early 20s. Rose knew about Jonas’ fetish for noise. She made sure to make his blowjob very wet and noisy, pausing from time to time to spit, loudly, on his balls, something that Jonas loved. Jonas caught Rose looking up towards the rear view mirror a few times. There was no doubt, the driver was very discretely enjoying the show while keeping her eyes on the heavy traffic. Jonas was nearly certain that he saw the thin outline of a smile on the driver’s lips more than once. While it was unclear to him how she could be the surprise with her driving duties, it was clear to him that she and Rose were up to something. Well, he would be in town for a week, there was plenty of time for more than one surprise.



“What about that surprise baby,” Jonas inquired. Rose looked up, smiled and asked, “have you grown bored of my cock sucking skills darling? OK, let me show you something.” Rose rolled her skirt up to her waist and turned around on the seat. Still kneeling on the seat, but now facing away from Jonas with her fantastic ass facing him. There, stuck into the middle of her asshole, was a ruby colored crystal anal plug. Jonas laughed. Of course, here was the surprise. Rose loved anal sex, but was extremely tight. Although Jonas cock was only slightly larger than average, she still needed to stretch her asshole for anal play and this took time. Her pre-planned plug put her in ‘ready to assfuck’ mode for their drive. Jonas started to play gently with the plug. He loved the fact that she had obviously gone into the airport to wait for him with her anal plug in place. He popped it out of her ass and was surprised by its weight. He leaned over and tongued Rose’s asshole. It was well stretched now and ready for sex. Still, he wanted to have some fun first. He continued with his tongue….he was able to stick it in her ass fairly deep as a result of the plug’s work. He used a spiral motion to push the plug in and out a few times. The moans from Rose were a clear endorsement of his approach. He stroked his cock in preparation for her ass.



At this moment, the driver announced, ‘we’ll be arriving in about 20 minutes.” This time, there was no mistaking the smile on her lips or the direct eye contact that she made with Jonas via the mirror. He was certain, this would not be the last he saw of her this trip. “Ok baby, you’ve got just enough time to fuck me in the ass and cum in my mouth before we need to freshen up.” Fortunately, Rose was quite petite and actually perfect for the confines of the sedan. She sat on Jonas’ lap and lowered herself onto his cock. Rose was not the first Jonas lover to remark on the size of his cock as being perfect for anal sex. With his hands on her hips, Jonas fucked Rose in the ass for several minutes. The driver now hid all pretense of anonymous discretion. She was clearly enjoying the show in the back seat. “Jonas, this is Fernanda. Show her how well you can fuck me in the ass. You’ll have a chance to get to know her better this trip too.” Ah, Jonas had been right, the driver was clearly more than just a driver.



They exited the freeway and entered city streets. Rose took this as her cue to hop off Jonas’ cock and replace her ass with her mouth. “How does your ass taste baby,” Jonas inquired. “Let your friend Fernanda know too so she can try it later.” Fernando smiled broadly in the front seat and said nothing. Rose responded by sucking his cock more aggressively. Jonas knew he would come soon. Rose started to finger the base of his balls to help bring him to orgasm. With a loud groan and full body spasm, he unloaded his balls into Rose’s mouth and down her throat. “Jonas, you taste great as usual, but you had too much to drink on the flight last night,” teased Rose. Jonas responded, “that was great baby, what a way to kill jetlag! But I didn’t have time to make you cum baby!” Rose smiled, “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to do that before you leave, and if you don’t, I’ll just hide your passport until you do! Welcome back to Brazil!”



Just a few minutes later, Fernanda brought the car to a stop in front of the Hotel Unique, a boutique hotel with a terrific rooftop bar. Soon, Jonas and Rose strode into the lobby, just two tired travelers ready to check into their hotel to freshen up for the business meetings ahead. The desk clerk offered them a mint candy while she checked them in….’no thanks,” said Rose, “I’ve already used my favorite mouthwash and don’t want to ruin the taste.”

Lauren was on day five of her ritual. It was October and unseasonably cool as she walked back to her dorm from the library. She could feel the pressure inside her, a gentle push, a gentle reminder. This would be her first time doing the ritual since starting college that August. She was 19, slim, somewhat plain of features with the exception of incredibly beautiful white skin, the color of milk. She had kept her blond hair shoulder length and straight since high school and tended to dress rather conservatively for her generation, preferring skirts and tops that her peers may have considered a bit librarian-ish. She always wore bulky clothes during the ritual, favoring a dark sweater and sweat pants.



There were a few students sitting outside the dorm building as she approached, smoking cigarettes and talking. She avoiding making eye contact and quickly maneuvered past sitting and standing students, showed her ID to the desk as she entered, and headed toward her room.



Lauren was somewhat fortunate in that her roommate had already dropped out and moved on. Her previous roommate, Amanda, had gone a little crazy during the beginning of the semester. Amanda had thrown herself full force into partying, started missing classes, and by the end of September found herself hospitalized for alcohol poisoning after a frat party. Amanda’s parents came that weekend and took her home. So Lauren had her room to herself.



She entered the hall and moved toward the end where her room was. A few girls were bullshitting in the hallway and some looked over to acknowledge Lauren as she passed. She hadn’t made many friends yet. Lauren never really partied in high school, though not because of lack of desire. Her parents were fairly strict and Lauren never really knew anyone in the “party crowd” to get involved with. Everyone seemed to party at college. She’d been to a few parties with Amanda before she left school, had a few drinks, smoked a few cigarettes, but she really didn’t understand the appeal of the whole thing. There was a buzz on campus that started on Thursday and culminated in Friday night take-it-to-the-next-level boozing and drugging that left the campus completely dead on Saturday mornings and early afternoons. Lauren felt apart from it all somehow. All the girls on her hall seemed to go out every night and she hadn’t really had a chance to get close to anyone.



She entered her room, turned on the lights, got her iPod stereo going (a random playlist of pop stars of the last few years) and laid down. She could feel the pressure in her bowels. Sometimes she could even convince herself that she felt it getting bigger moment by moment. She gently rubbed her belly through her shirt. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. She squeezed her anus tightly.



The ritual started in high school. Lauren wouldn’t shit for six days. At first, Lauren would almost be staggering in pain by the sixth day. She would be incredibly uncomfortable, dressing in bulky sweaters for those last few days, and think constantly of what was inside her. It was incredibly difficult to resist the urge to evacuate her bowels by day four. She’d feel the urge to go come on suddenly and powerfully and would have to strain with all her might to hold it in. She’d had a few accidents but had gotten much better over the years. The ritual had been modified over time as well. She now managed her diet during the six days consuming massive amounts of fiber and little to no water. On day six she would drink a bottle of Milk of Magnesia and that night would erupt.



Lauren dazed up at the ceiling while absentmindedly stroking her stomach. She could feel the shit inside her, she could feel the urge to make shit, she could feel the weight of it pushing on her colon. She could resist it. She had been worried about what might come of the ritual when she left for college but Amanda unexpected departure allowed Lauren the kind of privacy she needed.



The other problem that prevented her from performing the ritual was the set-up of the dorm – this particular building had group bathrooms for every hall. Lauren had considered either waiting until late at night or doing it in her room. She settled for doing it in her room as she was absolutely terrified of the possibility of being found out if she did it in the bathroom. She would have to push the waste down the sink afterward and make sure the odor was taken care of, but she felt pretty confident that if she waited until the early morning all the other girls would be asleep.



Lauren got up, undressed, checked her email, and went to bed.



Today was the day. She felt very uncomfortable and decided to skip her morning classes. When she showered that morning she gently and lovingly stroked her stomach, amazed as she always was with the pot belly that she had developed in six short days. She had a little difficulty walking and hoped no one would notice – the sense of discomfort was quickly escalating to pain. She sat, naked, freshly showered on her bed in her room considering whether or not she should go to her afternoon class, distractedly and gently rubbing her thighs and pussy.



She eventually decided she wouldn’t go, composed an email to her professors telling them she was sick, put on her sweats, and laid down to watch TV. Despite the pain in her bowels she drifted off to sleep.



A few hours later she woke up when someone knocked on her door. There was a moment of horror and surprise, quickly followed by composure.



“Hello?” Lauren asked from her bed.



“Hey Lauren, it’s Jake. You weren’t in class today – thought I’d drop the notes off.”



Lauren sighed softly. Jake had been trying hard since the semester had started. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, but that was also just it, she didn’t really find anything particularly attractive about him. She got up slowly from the bed, feeling the flares of pressure and pain deep her bowels. For a split second there was a moment of absolute terror as Lauren felt a sudden and powerful push from her insides. She could feel the shit on the other side of her anus, pushing, demanding to be let out. Normally she’d totally focus on the sensation (as it was best on day six, reaching an almost unbearable intensity) of pain and discomfort and think about the waste struggling to get out, that which was part of her but not her, and would feel pleasure on the edge of the constipation induced pain. Her eyes widened, she steadied herself, and the sensation passed.



She opened the door. Jake stood smiling and handed her a few notebook pages.



“Are you ok?” Jake asked. “Heard there’s a stomach flu or something running through the dorms.”



“Uh, yeah,” Lauren said, looking away, “Just feeling blah today. I’m ok. Thanks for the notes, I’ll bring them to class after I copy them.”



Jake kinda forced himself in her room and she shut the door after him. He sat down on the mattress that used to be Amanda’s and tossed his book bag in the corner.



“Dude, Patterson’s class this morning was bullshit anyway, he just gets up there and babbles on and on about his stupid stories, you didn’t miss anything. Are you going out tonight?” Jake asked.



At Lauren’s school people were very likely to go out drinking even if they had been sick all day. Everyone else seemed to experience this excitement that pushed them, body and mind, to throw themselves in to the college experience. Lauren was somewhat mystified by it.



“No, probably not,” she responded, slowly sitting down on her bed opposite Jake. “I’m trying to not spend too much money this month.” That was one of the only excuses that the partiers would accept for staying in on a Thursday night.



“Yeah, heard that,” Jake said. “Did you hear about what happened to Preston and Frank last night?” Without waiting for Lauren to respond he started telling her.



Lauren zoned out a bit. He did this often, telling her stories about other people she didn’t know and didn’t care to. She wasn’t sure what she could do without being rude or mean to get Jake to leave her be. Suddenly and without any warning she felt it come on. The pressure rose from the background with a fury and Lauren suddenly felt her anus struggling to stay closed. She gasped despite herself and groaned softly.



Jake stopped and looked over at her.



“What’s up? Are you OK?” He looked over nervously. She felt her eyes tearing up against the monumental effort required to hold her anus closed. She groaned softly, again despite herself, and looked up.



“Please, you need to leave, please..” she started.



“Are you ok?” Jake said, his eyes becoming more and more concerned.



It was becoming unbearable. She couldn’t hold it, she strained against it, it was so painful. The effort required to keep her ass closed was incredible.



“Please…” she gasped. “Jake get the fuck out.”



Jake stood and moved to her bed.



“What’s up? Do I need to call a doctor?”



“Jake, get the fuck away!” she shrieked as he sat on her bed.



She felt it. It was like her anus just caved in. She felt it open, and all the while straining with all her might to stop it, she felt it, warm, slide out into her sweat pants. She groaned, closed her eyes, in rapture, and let go. The shit came in waves and didn’t seem to stop, like a single unbroken log being pushed into her underwear. She convulsed and inadvertently pushed harder, moaning, feeling the wet warmth against her thighs, her pussy, the sensation of her anus obliterated as she only felt the shit. She couldn’t stop now that she had started.



Jake stared at her.



“What the fuck?”



“Please,” she gasped. “Please leave, now, please leave now.” She heard herself and she sounded hysterical. She couldn’t stop. The smell started. She closed her eyes and pushed.



Jake jumped off her bed. She could hear him, but it was on the periphery, she relaxed her anus entirely and gave herself over to the sensation, feeling the shit thundering past her anus, moaning now turning to screaming. She tried to pull her sweats and underwear down but couldn’t fuly concentrate with the pleasure. It kept coming and coming, six days worth, filling her pants.



There was a break and suddenly she was aware of Jake again. She slowly opened her eyes, panting now, covered in sweat, the smell unavoidable. Jake stood by her computer, eyes wide, staring.



“What happened? What is that smell?”



“Jake, please leave,” she started to cry. The shit started seeping through her sweats, the smell was becoming unbearable and incredibly obvious.



He stared at her. She was sitting on her bed, drenched in sweat, her legs somewhat spread, a stain on her pants. The smell was horrible. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She sat crying.



She was crying in shame and humiliation but even now she couldn’t stop herself. She reached down and started pulling off her pants and underwear. There was shit everywhere, getting on her comforter, dripping on the floor. She stood with her underwear and pants around her ankles, shit smeared on the inside of her thighs, against her pussy, she could feel it clinging to her ass, dripping from her ass crack. Her anus closed slowly and painfully, pushing the last of it, a fully formed lump, out and onto the floor of her dorm room. She took off her sweater and kicked off her underwear, standing naked and clad in shit next to her bed. She couldn’t make eye contact with Jake and turned around, crying.



He stared at her naked from behind. Her ass was covered with shit and the smell was horrible. The whole room suddenly felt very warm, like a jungle. There was a mound of waste coming out of the small pile of clothes on the floor, shit piled in a short stack on the bed. She was crying. As he stood silent and amazed, Lauren reached around and put her hands on her ass cheeks, gently smearing the shit. The touch, the smell, the feeling of dirty shit clinging to her ass, her thighs, filthy shit on her pussy, the wrenched stink – all of it, together, she couldn’t help herself, and felt her pussy warming. She moaned, softly, and still standing with her back to Jake, pulled her ass cheeks apart, slowly bent slightly forward and pushed. Liquid shit rushed out in a spurt, spraying on the floor, down her thighs, covering the thicker shit already there. She groaned.



There was silence. Jake stood staring, unbelieving, his mouth open with disbelief. Lauren stood up straight but did not turn around. She could hear him breathing. She inhaled, deeply, slowly, and gently started to rub her breasts, smearing her beautiful white skin with shit. She ran her hands down her stomach, feeling the tightness there that replaced the pot belly she had only ten minutes ago. Her anus felt on fire, she could feel it quivering slightly, a bit of diarrhea slowly dripping out and her pussy felt wet from the inside. She concentrated on the sensation of the warm shit on her pussy lips and smeared some into her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. The smell was overwhelming, disgusting, and in a sudden moment of clarity she wondered if the smell was obvious from the hallway. She gasped, held her arms at her sides. Oh, god, no, no, no, what have I done! She heard Jake clear his throat behind her.



Jake moved slowly to pick up his book bag. He looked at Lauren, naked, dripping with sweat and shit, her back to him, grabbed his bag and moved to the door. Lauren, still facing away, said nothing. He quickly opened the door and left.



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The cleanup was horrendous. She hadn’t had time to properly gather her cleaning supplies and set up beforehand. Her bedspread, sheets, and comforter were all ruined. As were her sweats and underwear. The shear volume of shit was also a problem – how could she transport it out of her room without anyone seeing or smell it? Then there was Jake.



She waited until midnight. At midnight all the girls that were going out were out and all the girls that were staying in were in. There was a window from midnight until about 2 AM during which time few if any students would be in the hallways of the dorms. She would of course have to be careful about girls headed to the bathroom.



It took almost two hours of carefully carrying trash bags downstairs and out to the dumpsters while avoiding other students, security guards, and randoms. She spent the next two hours carefully cleaning and sanitizing her room. Luckily the shit hadn’t penetrated through to the mattress, which was a good thing as she knew she’d have to explain if she tried to get a new one. At about 4 AM she deposited the last trash bag, got a shower, remade her bed, and fell asleep.



She laid in bed until noon. She stared at the ceiling and listened to her music. She was both angry at herself for ruining the ritual and humiliated that Jake was witness to her filth. She wasn’t so much worried about Jake telling other people – she suspected he wouldn’t and felt pretty confident that few if any people would believe him if he did – she was upset and somewhat mystified at her behavior. The ritual was personal, it was private, it was for her and no one else. And now it was ruined. What really bothered her, though, was that she performed for him after it all started, performed for him despite herself.



At noon she heard a knock followed by Maureen’s voice inviting her to eat lunch. Maureen lived on the hall, was nice enough, though a bit obsessed with joining a sorority for Lauren’s taste, and always wanted to get a group together for lunch. Lauren accepted.



She ate with Maureen and her friend Alison. Lauren found Alison, who lived on the hall as well, incredibly irritating but generally good natured. She lived for boys and was rumored to have already fucked a bakers dozen since August. The fraternity boys all seemed to know her on a first name basis. Lauren had never really talked to Alison on a meaningful level and didn’t care to. However, she and Maureen were decent company for lunch as they were up on the dorm gossip and felt it was their duty to make sure everyone else was too.



After about an hour of discussing the week’s hook-ups, both actual and rumored, Alison met Lauren’s gaze and out of nowhere asked:



“So, what’s up with Jake Henderson? I saw him leave your room yesterday with the weirdest look on his face. Are you guys dating? Are you guys fucking?” asked Alison. The way she said it suggested she had been waiting to ask since she first saw Lauren.



“There’s nothing going on, Alison, he was dropping off notes. I don’t like him like that.”



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Back in her room Lauren wondered about Jake. What did he think about what happened? Would he bring it up when they saw each other again? What should she say?



Maureen had convinced her to go out that night. Normally she probably would have stayed in on Friday night but she was feeling oddly trapped in her dorm room and didn’t want to spend the whole night there. She was also feeling pretty good from eating a lunch that wasn’t selected for its incredible fiber content. Her body felt relieved after the purging of shit. She loved that part of the ritual, that sense of being new somehow afterward, transformed by pushing out every gram of feces in her body, purified. She felt good.



She stared at her body naked in her mirror as she got ready. Turning to her side she observed her slimness restored, the pot belly completely gone, only a smooth stomach now. She turned again until her ass was facing the mirror before grabbing a smaller hand mirror and moving to the bed. Laying down she positioned the mirror so she could see her anus and vaginal lips. She stared for several minutes, gently flexing and unflexing her anus, softly rubbing her pussy, watching the juices slowly gather on the lips. With one hand she continued rubbing her pussy while with the other she started stroking her anus, slowly, in small circles, before wetting a finger in her mouth and slowly sliding it in her ass. With one finger in she flexed and unflexed her anus, watching it in the mirror. She pulled her finger out and examined it for any particles or colors and smiled when she judged it to be clean. She smelled her finger, smelled the gentle stink of her ass on her finger, that particular and peculiar smell that she loved over all others. She wondered if her ass smelled better than other people’s asses. It wasn’t that her ass smelled like roses – it smelled like ass and sweat and pussy – but it was like a pheromone or something designed specifically to arouse Lauren. It didn’t quite smell like shit but had its own unique stink. She would often penetrate her anus with her right middle finger (to the second joint, always) in the morning, carefully avoid washing it the rest of the day, and smell it inconspicuously throughout her day. The ritual was born out of the impossible fantasy of saturating herself completely with that smell.



Laying in bed, she put down the mirror and tried to stop thinking about Jake witnessing her the previous day. She found it to be difficult. She gave up and focused on continuing to get ready for that evening.



She was supposed to meet Maureen downstairs at 10 and had about fifteen minutes left by the time she had finished putting on her makeup. She was wearing a pink skirt an inch longer than any other skirt she knew she’d see at the party and a simple white blouse. She decided on her designer flips flips and her favorite purse. Checking herself out in the mirror she knew she was ready. She looked cute but conservative and secretly hoped she was boring enough to be able to blend in at the party.



The party sucked. It was at some frat guys house a few miles from campus. When they arrived it was already packed, the music was terribly loud, and they only served cheap beer. Lauren had trouble hearing Maureen over the music, refused to drink the beer, avoided talking to boys, and decided at midnight to walk back to campus alone. She spotted Maureen on the back deck making out with some random and decided that Maureen probably didn’t care if she left without telling her. She maneuvered through the crowd, pushed out the door, and started off down the street toward campus.

Let me start with a little background. After nearly sixteen years of marriage, I went through a nasty divorce. Happy to be moving on with my life, I quickly realized that being single again was going to be quite an adjustment. However, dating again turned out to be a lot of fun and I found that older, more experienced women were much more sexually adventurous than younger women. I try to maintain my looks and my physique and I have been called ‘good-looking.’ As a successful commercial banker, money wasn’t an issue and I didn’t have any trouble finding attractive women willing to go out with me…



Although I could tell you about some of my more interesting dates, this is a story about an encounter that happened at work. It started while I was still married. I had only been at the bank for a short time, and one of my initial projects involved dealing with the IT department. My previous encounters with people from the IT area usually meant nerds with little to no worldly experience.



To my pleasant surprise I was assigned a project manager that was anything but what I expected. Her name was Linda and she was an attractive woman in her 30′s. She was easy to talk to and easy on the eyes as well. She had an air of confidence and got things done in a professional manner. During that project we were all business. I was new to the bank and there were a lot of things to do so I didn’t have time for anything but getting the task at hand done as quickly as possible.



It was hard not to admire her sexy body though. She was about 5′ 6″ tall and 130 lbs. She had short, dark hair, and a small mouth with lips that you couldn’t help picturing wrapped around your cock. She was not well endowed on top, maybe a full B cup, but below the waist she was perfection. I’m a leg man, and Linda had everything that I could ask for in that area. She never wore high heels, but her legs were so perfect that she didn’t need anything to enhance them. She wore fairly tight, short skirts for a professional work environment and all the men turned to look whenever she walked by. Her ass was just the right size for her body, with an upside down heart shape. That tight ass, flat tummy and perfect set of legs definitely caught my attention.



After we got done with the project I asked her to join me for lunch to celebrate the successful completion of the work. I truly wanted to thank her for her efforts and maybe find out a little more about her. I found out she was a divorced mother with one teenage daughter. She told me that she appreciated my take charge management style and my aggressive approach to getting things done.



I told her I enjoyed working with her and said she was different than any other IT person I had ever dealt with before. She took that as a complement saying that she tried to be a little different from others. She also said that she was willing to take some risks to get the most out of life. I assumed she meant risks at work, but I wondered what risks she would be willing to take in her personal life, specifically her sex life. It would take a couple of years, but I would find out first hand she was definitely willing to push the envelope. It turned out that my aggression and her risk taking attitude were very compatible sexually.



Over the next three years things improved at the bank as many of the changes I implemented took effect. However, my marriage deteriorated due to my wife’s drinking and eventually I filed for divorce. I had very limited contact with Linda as we were in two totally different areas of the bank that were actually located in buildings on the opposite sides of town. Eventually, I wanted to implement some more changes to the banks loan approval process that required some more IT work.



I immediately thought of Linda and called her supervisor to request her assistance. He told me she was available and said it would be a good use of her skills. The next week we met for lunch to talk about business and catch up on our personal lives. She mentioned hearing that I had just divorced and she was very supportive of what I was going through. She had also just ended a relationship and I sensed that she was open to my advances if I wanted to pursue it.



I obviously found her very attractive, but I was concerned about getting involved with a fellow employee due to my senior level position at the bank. She was also almost twelve years my junior and I wondered if I could keep up with her. I decided to take a chance and asked her if she would like to go out with me in a non-professional capacity. She said she was flattered that I found her attractive and we agreed to start dating quietly without telling anyone else at the bank



One week later, she called me to tell me she had drawn up some initial project plans and wanted to know when we could sit down to go over them. My schedule was really busy and the only time I had during the next week was at the end of the following Thursday. We set up a meeting in my office at 5:00 p.m. to look at what she had put together. She knocked on my office door on the 25th floor precisely at 5.



When Linda walked into the office she took my breath away. Her hair and makeup were flawless. I couldn’t help noticing that her lips were painted ruby red, beautifully accenting her sexy pout. She was wearing a skirt that would definitely be considered too short and tight for an ‘official’ business meeting. The bottom of the skirt was at least six inches above the knee and tight enough to suggest that she was either wearing a tiny thong or nothing at all underneath. She obviously knew what her best assets were and was just as obviously willing to give me a good look at them.



As she spread out her papers on the conference table in the corner of my office she bent over to give me a view of her perfectly sculpted ass. She was wearing three inch heels that accentuated her toned thighs and calves. Sex appeal oozed out of every inch of her spectacular body. I immediately started to think that this meeting might be more interesting than originally planned.



I walked out of my office to see if my secretary had anything that needed my attention before she left for the night. She was looking at Linda when I approached her desk. I could tell she was a little disgusted with the way Linda looked. Rumor had it that most of the women at the bank did not like her because they considered her pushy. I couldn’t help thinking that they were just envious of her tight, sexy body and the way she was willing to show it off.



My secretary assured me that everything was under control and I wished her a good night as she cleaned off her desk to leave for the day. I noticed everyone else was getting ready to leave as well. It was the middle of winter and already dark outside so everyone was anxious to get back to their families and the warmth of their homes.



I decided to stop at the men’s room before going into my meeting with Linda. After a long day at work, I wanted to wash my face, brush my teeth and comb my hair to look my best for this beautiful woman waiting in my office. I was thinking that I might ask Linda to join me for a drink or maybe dinner after our meeting and I was hopeful that it might lead to something more.



Just in case, I wanted to be ready so I popped a Cialis pill that I had with me into my mouth. I guessed that Linda probably dated younger men than me and I wanted to be able to perform at that same level if the opportunity presented itself.



I walked into my office and closed the door behind me. Linda was standing next to the corner conference table where she had neatly arranged two piles of papers. She was staring out of the windows in my office which overlooked the rest of the city. I couldn’t help staring at her perfect figure in that short skirt and heels silhouetted against the reflective glass. My cock twitched a little and I knew that it had nothing to do with the yellow pill I had just swallowed.



I asked her if she enjoyed the view from up here. She answered that it was definitely better than the view from her cubicle in the operations center near the airport. I told her that I liked the way everything was lit up at this time of night. It made life more tolerable in the winter when the days were so short.



She pointed out the fact that you could see into the rooms of the hotel that was right across the street from my office. I laughed and said that most of the time there was nothing interesting to look at, but there had been a couple of occasions over the last couple of years where I did see some intimate encounters when I was working late. Linda seemed interested in that and asked who and what I had seen.



I described a few couples who didn’t seem too concerned that they were putting on a show for others to see. All of the couples were heterosexual except one time two women seemed to be enjoying each other and once where there were three men pleasuring a woman. She said that the view would definitely make working late more tolerable.



She asked me if I thought that the people in the rooms with their drapes open were doing it on purpose. I said I guessed that was the case, but that they might not even think about who could see them that high up. She agreed that some people are exhibitionists and having other people watch adds to their excitement. I liked her answer and wondered if she was one of those people because she seemed a little too interested.



We decided that we should really get started going over the work plan for the project that Linda had put together. As I expected, it was thorough and well thought out. It took us about half an hour to go over everything and set up additional meetings to bring in some other people from the bank to begin working on it.



After we were done, Linda got up and walked up to the windows in my office and asked if I thought we might see someone in the hotel across the street fooling around. It sounded like she was really interested in a little voyeurism and I walked up behind her to see if I could help her locate a couple in one of the rooms. To my surprise I located a room one floor below ours that had a couple having a drink while sitting on a sofa in the room. I pointed it out to Linda and told her to watch and see if anything developed.



After a minute or two, I suggested that we sit on my office sofa and see what might happen. Linda sat down on the end closest to the window and I sat next to her. Sure enough, within a few minutes the couple put down their drinks and started to kiss. That lead to some groping and pretty soon clothes were being shed. Linda was watching closely and I could tell she was getting excited because her breathing was getting more rapid. I decided to use this opportunity to move closer to her and put my arm around her shoulder. She didn’t seem to mind as she continued to watch the couple across the street.



They were down to their underwear and I leaned over to her ear and whispered that I thought this was very sexy, hoping she was enjoying it as much as I was. Then Linda did something that took me by surprise. While she continued to watch the couple make out, she reached back to my lap with her left hand and began rubbing my groin. With the couple across the street getting naked and a beautiful woman groping my junk, it didn’t take much more encouragement for my cock to begin to grow.



I decided to go for it and I reached over Linda’s shoulder to caress her right breast while leaning in to kiss her neck. As soon as I did, she let out a little groan that told me I should keep going. I continued to play with her boobs with my right hand and moved my left hand down between her legs and under her short skirt. She immediately spread her legs, causing the skirt to hike up more and giving me better access to her crotch.



Her left hand continued to play with my cock through my slacks and, with the Cialis kicking in, it was straining to get out. The fingers of my left hand met her bare pussy, revealing the truth about whether or not she was wearing panties. I immediately began to rub her moist crotch with the desired results. She began to rotate her hips and turned her head away from the couple across the street for a few seconds to kiss me. Our tongues wrestled like two snakes fighting as the petting got heavier by the minute.



I noticed that the lovers in the hotel were both naked and I whispered to Linda that I didn’t think it was fair for them to have shed all their clothes and we were still fully dressed. She laughed and agreed saying that we should put on a show for them.



“I guess that if we can see them, they can also see us. Do you think they would notice us?” she teased.



Given that they were focused on something else at that moment I wasn’t sure if they would be looking for another couple in the office across the street, but that didn’t mean that someone else wouldn’t see us putting on a show. I was game to join in and I told Linda that we should go for it. I got Linda to stand up and I started to unbutton her blouse. She reached over to me and untied my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Linda undid my slacks and pulled them off leaving both of us down to our underwear. Linda looked spectacular in her bra, pantyhose and heels. I was excited to finally see her out of her clothes and my cock showed its appreciation by sticking straight out of the front of my boxers.



Most of the way out of our clothes, Linda and I turned again to see what the hotel couple was doing. They had moved from the sofa to the bed and the man was kneeling between the legs of the woman playing with her pussy. That looked like a good idea so I lead Linda over to the round conference table. I told her to lay down on the table after I pulled off her panty hose. As she lay on the table I got down on my knees to stick my head between those beautiful legs. As Linda turned her head to watch the hotel couple I began to kiss and lick her thighs, slowly working up to her pussy. As I got close to her pussy I could smell the scent of feminine arousal coming from her soaked groin.



As I began to lick her pussy, Linda let out a sigh of approval and cried out, “that’s it, keep doing that! You’re doing the same thing that the guy is doing in the hotel. I can see him licking his girl’s pussy and I know exactly what she is feeling. We can see what they are doing and they can watch us as the same time. I can’t believe how exciting it is to watch someone else have sex and doing the same thing so that others can watch.”



I could only mumble in agreement as my face was plastered up against her steamy groin, working my tongue up and down the slit of her pussy. The smell and taste of her juices was like nectar to a hummingbird. I couldn’t get enough of this woman who apparently shared my interest in voyeurism and exhibitionism.



All of the women I had recently dated had either closely trimmed or totally shaved their pussies. Linda’s was definitely more of the retro look. It was like I was looking at a 70′s porno starlet. Her thick bush was trimmed but very different from what I was used to. I buried my nose into her thick dark pubic hair and aimed the tip of my tongue for her sensitive clit. I was not surprised that it was already swollen and sticking out. I began by running my tongue up and down her whole pussy tasting the juices that were already seeping out. She tasted wonderful and I dove in with full force. The second I touched her clit she let out a moan and spread her legs more to give me better access.



“That’s it, Baby” she said, “Your tongue feels so good, I love what you’re doing. They can see you licking my pussy and it feels so nasty! I love it.”



I started to play with her clit, tonguing it with slow, steady strokes. Linda began to grind her pussy into my face, indicating that she wanted more so I increased the pace and intensity. The harder I licked, the more she responded to my actions. She even grabbed my head to make sure I was hitting the right spots. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm so I increased the pressure on her clit and within a few seconds she was cumming. She arched her back and her entire body stretched out in a spasm sending a flood of juices out of her pussy into my face.



“Oh Baby, that was amazing. I can’t believe how turned on I am knowing that I can be watched while watching another couple at the same time. We need to get you in on the fun too. Doesn’t this turn you on?” her voice was husky and slightly out of breath after her powerful climax.



I was also excited at the thought that we were putting on a show, but I didn’t know if anyone was actually watching as I had been concentrating on getting Linda off. I looked up from between her legs to the lights of the hotel rooms across the street. I saw the other couple we had seen earlier still going at it, oblivious to our joining them in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. However, I did see some people in a couple of other rooms who had noticed our activity. I saw two men in individual rooms and a couple in another room looking out at us. Linda also saw them and pointed out a fourth I had not seen.



I got more excited by all of the unexpected attention. Linda moved me closer to the windows and got down on her knees to take my hard cock into her mouth. I had been waiting for this moment ever since I first met her during the first couple of weeks on the job. Seeing my cock slip in and out of her mouth was almost enough to make me cum right then and there. What her tongue was doing to my cock was even more amazing. I looked over at the hotel and saw that the couple we had originally watched was doing the same thing we were. I told Linda to look over at the other couple and she took her mouth off my cock for a second to tell me that we were both doing the same thing.



Then she surprised me by saying, “Let’s try to do what they are doing for as long as we can! It will be like a game!”



I said it sounded like fun if she was up for it. Her response was returning to sucking my cock with additional enthusiasm. I was getting close to cumming, but Linda sensed my excitement and slowed down her movement. I figured that she was not going to let me cum unless she saw the guy in the hotel blow his load into his wife or girlfriend. I looked over again and unfortunately the guy appeared to have lots of staying power as they kept going at it.



Linda looked up, taking her lips off my cock and said, “You don’t cum until he does. That’s the rules of the game.”



I wanted to cum badly, but laughed and nodded, just enjoying the feel of a beautiful woman’s lips surrounding my cock. My prick was as hard as I could ever remember it and it was not just the Cialis I had taken about an hour ago. I was definitely getting off on this exhibitionist game. Knowing that several strangers were watching us having sex and playing a copy cat game with another couple without them knowing it was turning out to be an aphrodisiac that I never imagined it could be.



I leaned back against the sofa as Linda continued to give me a slow, sensual blow job. She reached up to juggle my increasingly bloated balls with her fingertips. Because of the sexual teasing Linda was doing, they felt extra sensitive; like they were about to explode. Part of it was probably due to the fact that I had not had an orgasm in about a week, but I’m sure the majority of it was Linda’s lips and tongue playing a symphony on my tool. Linda was definitely getting into this game and kept on bringing me close to orgasm before backing off again. She must have done this five or six times before I was close to begging her to get me off.



However, just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I looked over to the other couple in the hotel and saw that they had moved to the bed and were beginning to have sex. I tapped Linda on the shoulder and pointed to the hotel. She took notice and got up off her knees. I leaned down to give her a deep kiss. Her bright red lips that had been sucking on my cock for the last ten minutes were full and inviting. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and played with her tongue. She responded with equal enthusiasm and it was like an electrical current surged through our bodies.

A special thanks to H M for the time spent editing and smoothing out the rough spots.



Heidi walked into a dark room, heads turning in her direction. She had agreed, reluctantly, to come to this party with her new boyfriend, Joseph. He was a tall, well-built man with dark hair and strong features. They had met a few weeks before at a shoot – Heidi did some modeling on the side – and something about the man intoxicated her. She could not resist him and since that day he had brought her to a new sexual level. Last week he mentioned the party, said it would be fun. When Heidi asked what kind of party it was, he smiled coyly.



“Well I guess you’ll have to come to find out, won’t you?”



Heidi now walked through the crowd, sticking very close to Joseph. The party was being held in a decent sized loft, with large windows overlooking the bright lights of the city. The walls were mostly bare, the floor hardwood. There were couches and oversized chairs spread amongst tables of food and drinks. The lights were dimmed very low with soft music playing in the background. It was hard to see the people because of the lighting, and the fact that they talked quietly and closely in small groups.



“What kind of party is this, Joseph?”



“My friend throws it every year. It’s kind of a,” he paused briefly to consider his explanation, “let loose and relax bash. We all get together and we have a little fun.”



Heidi crinkled her nose. She wanted to impress Joseph’s friends, so she wore a tight fitting black dress. It had two tiny straps that tied behind the neck and was cut so as to emphasize her already impressive cleavage. The dress was short, ending halfway between her waist and knees with a six inch slit up one side. Her blonde-brown hair was down, flowing over her shoulders and framing her beautiful face with loose curls. Between the lighting and chatting, no one was noticing her beauty. Joseph seemed to perceive her thoughts even as they came to her.



“Don’t worry, baby. Everyone is going to see just how beautiful you are. I wouldn’t take you and not want to show off that nice body of yours.” He eyed her up and down, placing his hand on the small of her back. It slowly slid down, gently cupping one of her cheeks. He gave it a squeeze.



“Stop!” Heidi said, teasingly. She smacked him softly on the chest. “You can’t do that here.”



As if this were a challenge, Joseph cupped more fiercely, squeezing as he pulled her body to his. He began kissing her before she could object, using his free hand to massage her breast.



“Joseph, what are you doing?” Heidi managed to reply between kisses. He didn’t seem to care, continuing to fondle her body. She glanced around the room. Her eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness and she looked at the group nearest her. They were paying her no attention. Heidi was puzzled, she thought they weren’t being discrete at all, but then the mass of bodies shifted and Heidi realized the girl in the middle was totally naked and the three men surrounding her were involved in some heavy petting. She saw Heidi watching and winked as one of the men bent down and sucked on her tits while another kissed his way down to her pussy. Heidi couldn’t even comprehend as Joseph slid one hand under her dress and started massaging her clit. She closed her eyes and let her head roll back as she ground her hips against Joseph’s hand. He was moving fast now and she kissed his neck, up to his ear where she bit the lobe. Her left hand fell down to his crotch and she rubbed at his growing erection.



Just as Heidi felt her climax coming, along with the urge to tear her clothes off and get fucked, Joseph stepped back. Her mouth dropped and she swayed slightly, her knees trembling from the experience.



“Okay babe, I’m gonna go find the host.”



“Wait, you’re gonna stop now? And leave me here alone, in the middle of this orgy? I mean, I’m about ready to, well…we need to finish.” Her rising voice quickly hushed as the last few words came out. She was embarrassed and afraid to raise her voice amidst the crowd.



“I know, I know, and I’m sorry. But I have to say hi. Besides, if you’re scared of being alone I could make sure you have some company. And a little more, to keep you happy.”



“What do you mean?” A mischievous grin flashed across Joseph’s face; he did not answer. Instead he led her over to one of the large sofas. This one had a nice high back and looked like it came out of a 1930′s movie theatre lobby, bathed in dark red velvet. As Heidi sat down Joseph disappeared. Seconds later he was back and there were two rather large men with him.



“So babe, these are my buddies Lance and Keith. They’ll keep you occupied, er, I mean company, while I’m gone.” The men sat, one on each side of her. Both were much larger than Joseph, at least 6’5″, and both were built as well, with short brown hair and chiseled jaws. Heidi was formulating her complaint, and reason, to keep Joseph by her side when he handed her a glass with a kiss and vanished.



“Hi guys, I’m Heidi.” Neither of the men replied, they only stared. “Well…nice to meet you, too.” Heidi was getting downright pissed. She had agreed to come out to this “fun” party only to find it was a sex party. And then right as she was about to cum, her date takes off. Perfect. She took a large swig from the glass. It was sweet, almost too sweet. She swirled the cup, watching the red liquid all the while. She took another large sip and felt something. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was like a dazed state mixed with warm, tingling feelings. She felt her head get lighter as she swallowed the rest of the drink, but the fuzzy feeling in her stomach intensified. She started to notice how soft and smooth the couch was. Definitely velvet. She stroked at it absentmindedly. She vaguely noticed Lance, no it was Keith, take her empty glass from her hand and set it aside.



She was leaning all the way back on the sofa now, her eyes closed as her head rested. The warmness was increasing and she could feel wetness on the tiny sliver of her thong that ran between her legs. She was thinking of Joseph, out in the crowd and rubbing her clit. She shivered a little thinking about it, the fire in her belly rising even more. She imagined his hands, squeezing her ass, then her tits. Waves of pleasure were coming from her left breast- it was like he was there playing with it now. She slowly opened her eyes to see that it was not her imagination, and not Joseph but one of his mates. A large hand was kneading her tit through her dress. She felt a hand on her right thigh and watched as the other man, Lance, began to slide it up between her legs.



Lance slowly drove two fingers into her. Heidi was torn with confusion. Some strange man was violating her, but she didn’t seem to care. Her head was trying to speak, but her body wasn’t listening. She was dripping wet and ready for anything. As he worked his hand in and out he drove the palm up and rubbed it on her clit. Heidi was moaning audibly now as Keith pulled her dress down, exposing her breast. He sucked on her nipple and squeezed while Lance began banging her forcefully with his hand. She was gasping now and couldn’t resist grabbing his wrist and forcing him to move faster. She laid her head back and closed her eyes again. That strange, dazed feeling took her over and she almost passed out. Shocks of orgasm brought her reeling back to the room. Lance had his face buried between her legs, sucking and licking her clit while his hand moved feverishly in and out of her. Keith was standing up, undoing is pants.



Their performance must have been drawing attention, as there was a collective gasp from the room when Keith unsheathed his huge member. It was pointing out and down, building to full erection, and was already eight inches in length. He grabbed a fistful of Heidi’s hair and turned her face towards his hips. Without any command she engulfed his cock with her mouth. Lance was working her back to another orgasm with his skillful tongue and she lusted for cock. Heidi had grabbed Keith at the base and was attacking his prick. She bobbed her head back and forward, trying to take in every inch. She felt the head slamming against the back of her throat and fought gagging. The member was slowly growing in length and swelling in size. Heidi bobbed faster, but it wasn’t enough. Keith grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her face. At first he moved quickly, putting only about half of his entire length in. Heidi clasped one hand to his ass and he began to thrust more violently. He was slamming the pretty woman’s face with his hips. The thick smell of pubic hair and crotch was overwhelming her nostrils while saliva, mixed with precum, leaked from her mouth and ran down her chin.



Keith backed away as Heidi was hit with another orgasm. Her whole body tightened and she opened her mouth, as if to scream. Moans and gasps were all that came out. She felt two rough hands pull her up to her feet. She could barely take in what was happening. Her head was spinning and her body was throbbing from orgasms. She watched Keith slide to one side of the couch. Lance laid her sideways, right in the middle. She was now laying on her side – one tit hanging out – while her hiked up skirt exposed her sticky thighs. Keith was sitting by her feet while Lance disrobed and sat by her head. She felt Keith pulling her legs apart and repositioning her hips. While still on her right shoulder, he pivoted her lower half so her stomach was on the couch. He pulled her legs apart and moved in between them while Lance slid under Heidi, so her head was right over his lap. She looked down at his cock. It was at least as large as Keith’s, if not bigger, and it was pointing straight up at her face.



She absently reached a hand down and started to stroke his shaft, up and down, in a gentle motion. She felt the cushion sag as Keith moved towards her. Tingles ran through her pussy as he rubbed his throbbing head against her clit. Heidi started to moan again. Lance had been busy sliding the top of her dress down, so her beautiful tits now hung freely. Heidi didn’t notice. She was squeezing Lance’s cock with her left hand as Keith began to slam his huge erection into her. She closed her eyes and moaned even louder, her mouth wide open. She felt the swift movement of a hand to the back of her head and, before she could inhale, Lance’s cock filled her throat. Heidi didn’t lose a beat, sliding back up the base and sucking with her all might, before diving back down. She pressed her nose into Lance’s pubic hair and slipped her tongue out and over his balls.



Keith lifted her right leg up on to his left shoulder. She was now spread wide, lifted slightly off the couch, her body in an awkward position as she continued to bob up and down on Lance’s stiff prick. She pulled her head up, still grasping Lance’s saliva-covered cock, as Keith began to slam his hips into her. He was driving deep inside, the position allowing him to stuff his entire cock into her. He hunched forward, the echo of their skin hitting again and again filling the room. Lance was pushing Heidi’s face back into his lap, all she could do was gurgle and squeeze with her hand, as Keith grunted with the force of the fuck. He began to grunt and his body quivered. He pulled back from Heidi, still holding her legs, and slid her away from Lance. She was on her back as Lance straddled her chest. He grabbed her beautiful tits and squeezed them together as he drove his dick into the soft flesh. He fucked her chest as violently as he had her cunt. Her tits were aching as he worked faster and faster. He stiffened up and pushed all of his weight into her breasts.



Sliding back he thrust again, sending loads of cum squirting onto Heidi. It pooled on her neck and around her chin and mouth. He pulled back and squeezed more of his load onto her tits. Heidi lay motionless, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily.



Lance did not wait for Heidi to catch her breath. He stood over her and pulled her head back into the soft cushions. He directed his dick to her mouth and began to slide in and out. Her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft while he worked back and forth. He was leaning forward, groping Heidi’s tits in his hands. Lance fucked her mouth in hard strokes, slamming his head in the back of her throat. He withdrew and again pulled her up. She was sitting on her knees in the middle of the couch. Lance leaned down and kissed her, directing her hand to his erection. She jerked him slowly while his tongue probed her mouth. After only a moment Lance turned her towards the arm of the couch. She scooted forward until he pushed her down. She was leaning over the arm now, her tits pushed up on the arm as she let her weight fall forward.



She looked back as she felt saliva run over her anus. Lance had spit onto her ass and was rubbing a finger up and down the crack. His cock was dripping with saliva as he put the tip to her tight opening. He slid in gently as Heidi bit her lip. He was so big and she had never done anal. She felt like she was splitting in half as Lance put more and more of himself into her. He was staring down at the beautiful shape of her ass, admiring the sight of his dick sliding in. He quickened the pace, little by little.



“Oh god, I can’t take it!” Heidi shouted as Lance finally pushed his entire length insider her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, locking them in one massive hand. With the other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He used her like a counterweight, pulling back on her arms and hair while driving himself into her ass. It was so tight, he couldn’t get enough, so he thrust harder and faster. Veins were bulging up his neck and across his forehead, sweat starting to run down his face. Heidi was now bordering on yelling from the force working into her. She was being displayed to the crowd by Lance, her face and pushed up tits rocking back and forth with the fucking. She barely registered movement in front of her, followed by familiar sounds. Another cock, this one not so thick with smell, pushed into her open mouth. The taste was one she recognized.



“Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?” Joseph asked as he slowly fucked his girlfriend’s face. She tried to answer, but opening her mouth more only prompted Joseph to thrust deeper. Heidi again found herself overwhelmed with ecstasy, being fucked at both ends by two large cocks. She tried to adjust her head so as to take in all of Joseph’s girth. Her squirming only made Lance pull with more force and fuck twice as hard. Joseph had one hand on the back of Heidi’s head, the other resting on the couch as he worked in and out. Lance began to release Heidi, leaning onto her back and grabbing her hips. He was close to cumming, grunting and panting much like Keith had. Heidi was waiting for him to pull out and paint her with another load of cum, but it never came.



Instead he pushed himself all the way within her, his hands digging deep into her hips. She felt him explode inside her, the warmth filling her insides. He slowly slid out, trails of semen stringing from his tip to Heidi’s crack. She knew she should feel violated; instead, waves of pleasure rolled through her, along with the severe pain of popping her last cherry. Sperm leaked slowly down her crack as her muscles relaxed.



Joseph pulled out of Heidi’s mouth and sat next to her. Her tits glistened with cum while it leaked from her ass. She was sweating and some of her hair had matted to her forehead. In one fluid motion Joseph lifted her up. He spun her so she was facing away from him and set her on his lap. She straddled his legs, his erection sticking straight up against her pussy. She slid up and down on the shaft, guiding it in with her hand as she found her rhythm. Her other hand reached back to the couch for balance while she slid up and down. With a little push from Joseph she rose a little higher and came down, his cock sliding deep inside her. Joseph grabbed her hips, directing her up and down. She spread her legs and reached both hands back for the couch. She shifted her weight up and down, faster and faster, slamming into Joseph’s lap. Her body was heaving, her beautiful tits bouncing up and down with each thrust. She felt herself cumming again. She gushed over and over, screaming Joseph’s name.



Before she could finish, Joseph threw her roughly to the floor. She lay flat on her stomach, exhausted and fulfilled. But Joseph wasn’t done. He grabbed her hips and angled them up at him, sliding a small decorative pillow under her stomach. He let her fall down and grabbed his member, maneuvering back into position. With a hand on each side he thrust into Heidi, no preamble or hesitation. He fucked like a madman set loose, the waves of force traveling up Heidi’s ass to her back. She could only lay there and take it, feeling Joseph swell inside her. After only a few minutes she was on her back again, Joseph straddling her chest. He beat furiously over her, the veins in his forehead visible even in the dark of the room. He sighed, releasing his load. It sprayed, streaking from her lips, up across her nose. He kept up his pace, squirting more and more cum onto her face. The pumping slowed as his he spent the rest of his seed. He stood up and sat back with a loud thud against the couch.



“Wow, you weren’t kidding. This is quite the party,” Heidi said.



Joseph smiled. “I told you it would be fun.”



“And you were right. Can you cover me up? All that fucking has me about to pass out.”



Joseph laughed softly at this. “That, or it was the drink I gave you.”



“What was in the drink?” Heidi tried to raise herself up on one elbow, but found herself too weak. Her eyes were quickly weighing down, and she felt sleep coming.



“Nothing for you to worry about, just something to help you relax. And you can sleep, but I can’t cover you up. A few of the guys still want a turn. But don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on you.”



Heidi did not like the sound of this at all. Indeed, as she laid there covered in cum, a man knelt down to the floor, grabbing he wrists. She tried to fight, but didn’t have the strength. Despite her inner protest, she found that warm fuzzy feeling still very strong in her stomach. It was like her body had overloaded on horniness. This new stranger lowered himself over Heidi in the missionary position. He began fucking before she could say anything against it. She felt herself falling asleep as the man convulsed with orgasm. As soon as he was done another body was on her, and she drifted to sleep.



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Heidi staggered drunkenly to a room in the back. Her dress was pulled down at the top, shoved up at the bottom, and barely covering her midsection. She was covered in cum, from head to foot. It dried in her hair, causing the ends to stick out at weird angles. It was dripping and drying all over her chin and forehead, plastered on her tits and dripping from her ass. After taking on six men, Heidi had decided she needed to get off of the cum-covered floor and grab a drink. At the bar she spotted two men, built like Lance and Keith, and just couldn’t resist. They were tall, black men with huge arms and close trimmed haircuts. Their chests looked as if they had been chiseled from granite, standing out through their light, silk shirts.



The three were walking to the bath attached to the main bedroom. The room itself was decorated much like the living room, in big furniture with black and gold silk sheets covering the bed. The bath was no less impressive- a massive, marble whirlpool tub was set to one side with a stand up shower on the other. This too was marbled, with benches and plenty of room. Heidi hit the hot water and watched as jets sprayed from all different angles, lining the walls and ceiling. She slipped out of what was left of her dress and stepped into the foggy retreat. As she was rinsing clean, her company joined her. Both men were already erect. Not nearly as big as Keith, but their cocks were thick and meaty, fully hard and pushing eight inches.

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