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By: Dolfin



I knew, by the way he smiled as he unlocked the door that he was feeling frisky. Just a feeling I had. When you get to know someone, really, know someone you can amaze yourself with interpreting even the subtlest of hints. Like when his hand lingered in mine a little too long. A gentle rub of his thumb when his hand's on the small of my back. An intense look with eyes a bit out of focus, as if they were seeing something else. A certain way he smiled…like now. Yeah, I was getting pretty good at reading him. And I wasn't the least bit worried, as myself, well, I guess I was feeling a bit frisky as well.

When we got inside he took my coat and went into the kitchen to let Chewbacca out. The dog immediately came running over to me, wagging his tail so fast it knocked a birthday card over that was on one of the end tables. I laughed a little patting his hand and running my nails along his back. But it was just a formal greeting, yes, he knew I was here; yes, he would be back for a more appropriate length petting. Chewie as we affectionately call him, had nature calling him outside, and so he returned to his master.

"Wanna beer?" he asked, motioning to the kitchen.

I simply nodded my head in agreement as I made my way over to the fallen card. I picked it up standing it again upright proudly displaying the colorful "Happy Birthday" banner, and smiled. It was the one I had given him the night before. I could hear him in the kitchen with Chewie, the dog's nail clicking excitedly on the vinyl floor. Then creak of the back door opened as Chewie went racing off into the night to make sure the perimeter of the fenced in back yard had not been breached. 

The whoosh of air sound as the fridge was opened. I looked at the pictures that lined the walls. There weren't that many, graduation, high school and college, I noted. And the various police pictures. Academy, Promotions, special awards, and it filled me with a safe feeling. David had been a cop for almost six years. And from what his friends say, and his mother, but she's biased, he is a very good officer. One able to be relied upon in case a situation quickly deteriorated from bad to worse. I could never know for sure as I would never ride with him. But if a man was to be judged by the company he kept - this was a very good man. And that made me - one lucky woman!

I was taken out of my reverie by a beer suddenly appearing in my face, "I am so glad that's finally over with," he smirked taking a gulp of his own beer and looking briefly at the pictures.

I took my own sip of beer, "Your mother is so sweet," I countered with a grin.

"You don't know my mother that well," he came right back at me.

I grinned . It was true. We had only been dating a mere four months. Tonight we had went to his parents house for a somewhat formal dinner. It was for his birthday and his mom was very animated about cooking the favorite food of the birthday person. So, it was really our first meeting where we could sit and chat. And I did enjoy myself. And I did realize one dinner and a cup of coffee did not brand me as "knowing" the woman, but first impressions do count for something in my book…and his mother was very sweet.

"Well, maybe I'll get to know your mother well," I said with a devilish grin on my face.

He smiled and shook his head, "No way! I can't think of anything worse than you two conspiring against me!"

I opened my mouth in indignant sarcasm, "Conspire? Against you?" I laughed smacking my hand against my leg.

He set his jaw making his way towards me as I continued, "What? We have nothing better to do with our time? Because…" I laughed harder now teasing him, "…because our worlds revolve around yours?"

He grabbed me as I let out a short scream and laughed, and he threw me onto the sofa and waited patiently for me to compose myself.

It took only a couple minutes as that intense look that I described earlier? Well, it was back. Except it was more intense this time. I smiled at him as his hand slowly stroked the blonde locks from my face and neck. 

"Up for something a little different tonight?" he asked playfully.

I arched an eyebrow at him, teasing him again, "different, you say?"

He nodded and brushed his lips against mine softly.

"How different is different?" I said wanting his lips again.

"Want to play cops and robbers?" he asked hopefully.

Cops and robbers? He must have been mad! I haven't played that since I was a kid and more importantly - why would an adult want to play? I know I must have made a funny face as I processed what he had said because a look a disappointment settled on his.

"I don't get it," I said trying not to hurt his feelings…or his intelligence.

"You know, cops and robber," his head and shoulders moved back and forth in front of me, as if they could possibly help convey the meaning.

"Huh?" I said thinking this poor thing was going to hate me.

"You know, role play? Cops and robbers? You and me? Alone, tonight?" he said although, I knew he wasn't annoyed. And if he was, he would never let on…especially if he wanted any tonight.

"Oooh," I said grinning, "well, why didn't you say so?" I giggled at him tugging at his sides.

He squirmed, "Sometimes you are so blonde," he said attempting to tickle me.

I laughed, he always said that to me, but he was nice about. He knew I was intelligent and that blonde was a personality - not a hair color.

"Ok, so let me guess - you're the cop?" I said pushing him away so I could sit up, now intrigued by the thought of the game. I had role played a couple times, but somehow I knew, this game would be taken to a new higher level, and my quickening breath proved it. 

"Yes, I'm the cop," he said pulling the gun out that was tucked away safely at his back. A small sliver of fear ran down my spine. 'Ok, this was definitely a new level' I thought to myself.

"Don't worry, look," he said pointing to a small knob near the handle of the weapon, "safety - it's on. I can't pull the trigger see?" and he pressed on the half moon piece of steel that served as the trigger.

I nodded my head suddenly becoming more excited. I knew - I should be scared. I only knew this guy four months, we've only been banging for two, and he wants to play cops and robbers - with a real gun? Apparently the still 'young and wild' youth side of my brain was playing dominant over the 'keep it in reality' side.

I grinned, not being able to help myself, "I trust you," I said simply. And I guess I did. He was a cop after all, right? I had met his mother! Of course he would be careful. And I could feel the adrenaline start to seep into my blood. This was definitely going to be fun.

"Ok, robber," he said pleased with my answer, "I'll go in the kitchen, as I know my trusty partner Officer Chewbacca wants to come in, and I'll feed him and make his bed, and you find a place to hide. I'll come and find you," he said grinning but still with seriousness to his tone.

"That's not fair having Officer Chewie help you!" I stated with a laugh.

"No, no, he'll stay in the kitchen. I'll find you myself," he replied.

I watched him for a second, he was as excited as I was, "and when you find me?" I placed my hand near my mouth, one finger gently pulling on my lip.

"Oh, you're going to be punished," he answered softly.

The shivers that went down my spine were almost cold enough to take my breath. I was pretty certain now that look in his eyes and his smile before definitely meant he was feeling frisky.

I nodded my head, "the good guys don't always win," I quipped, slapping his ass as he went to the kitchen.

"We'll see," he replied grinning and rubbing his ass - as if it hurt.

Now I was faced with where I should hide. He had a small Cape Cod, not very much room, and certainly not many choices. I chose a closet in the spare bedroom. Probably the first place he would look but really? Wasn't it the purpose to get caught? And the sooner I did, the sooner he would get around to fucking me, because now I was also, feeling quite frisky.

I smiled as I shut the door mentally going through the steps of letting Chewie in, petting him, getting his food, setting up his bed, turning out the lights…

I heard a creak in the floorboard and my heart jumped and started racing. Oh god, this was so exciting! I couldn't see anything as it was pitch black but I could almost sense him in the room, just on the other side of the door. I smiled to myself trying to stifle the giggle that for some reason wanted to burst through my closed mouth. Then of course the more I tried to stop the giggle the more it threatened to escape. I had to put both hands over my mouth now, to control it. There it was again, the creak of a floorboard, closer this time. And the giggle finally repressed itself. It was almost time when he would find me.

I decided to surprise him instead of the other way around and I reached for the doorknob. I only hoped he wasn't standing directly on the other side. I pushed the door open and started running towards the doorway to escape from him. He was where I thought he was, just on the other side but far enough away so the door wouldn't hit him if it were suddenly opened. Good thing for him, because it had suddenly opened.

He didn't say a word and tackled me, my knees skidding on the carpet, thinking these pants had better not be ripped. I could feel his knee in my back as he grabbed my arms holding at the wrists behind my back. The rush of adrenaline was intense, "you didn't identify yourself," I mumbled trying to catch my breath from the rush.

He slapped handcuffs on me, loose enough that they wouldn't hurt, but tight enough so I couldn't pull my hands through. They were warm, he must have had them in his pocket. Somehow the reality part of brain didn't argue too hard when confronted with this - because we never really discussed handcuffs. But, could you play cops and robber for real, without them? And…he was using a gun by the way…

"Police, freeze," he whispered quietly in my ear. Menacingly enough to send another shiver down my spine. Suddenly, I thought, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end when he was really angry and meant those words.

"Get up" he said harshly pulling on my arms so I could stand. I've seen police do this before and the criminals always let out a small yelp, but he was gentle enough that it didn't hurt at all, and the last remaining twinges of doubt, were satiated with that act.

"You fucking pig," I spat at him trying to look as mad as possible.

"You got a bad mouth on you girl," he said with a wicked smile and pushed me up against the wall holding my chin tight with his hand, the other still on my arm. It hurt a little, the awkward hardness of the handcuffs pushing into my back, but I didn't mind, as the adrenaline was slowly taking care of that small nuisance.

"Yeah, well why don't you put your fucking dick in my mouth and I'll show you exactly how bad it is," I sneered at him, the comment a threat, not an invitation.

He closed the small distance between us and got very close to my face. His lower body was also forced against me and I could feel the bulge in his pants. It wouldn't be much longer…

"Maybe I'll put my dick somewhere else?" he said coolly.

I didn't want to, and I would normally never do what I did, but I was so caught up with everything…I did it anyway. I spit in his face, "fuck you…pig," I mouthed the last word slowly and smiled evilly. 

His jaw set in anger, mock anger I hoped, and he slowly wiped the spit off his face, which only made me grin more.

I decided to press my luck further, "Awww," I said batting my eyelashes and looking innocent, "is the piggy-wiggy gonna cry? Does the piggy-wiggy miss his doughnuts?" Then I laughed when I could see his jaw clench tighter as he wondered what to do with me.

He didn't say a word as he grabbed my arm and forced me in front of him. I of course, gave him a hard time about it, refusing to cooperate. He simply kept pushing on my back until he had maneuvered me in front of the stairs.

I laughed again, and he whipped me around and pushed me on the stairs, gently enough so it didn't hurt, but rough enough to wipe the smile off my face. He grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it until I winced, turning me on more than he knew. I noticed the gun still dangling from his other hand.

"Shut your mouth, girl," he said smiling that wicked smile again.

I narrowed my eyes at him, but did as I was told, and didn't say a word.

He pulled me up to a standing position again and turned me back around to face the stairs. "Move," he commanded. 

I rolled my eyes (that he couldn't see) and sighed but started up the stairs. My heart was pounding as he steadied me with one hand on my arm, for I had never walked up stairs with my hands cuffed behind my back. We reached the landing and he again pushed me forward into the main bedroom. It was dark and he lit a single candle that stood on the desk in the corner. It wasn't a large candle but it bravely shone it's light across the room, almost reaching the other side, and setting off flickering shadows. 

He walked over and stood directly in front of me and eyed me blatantly up and down.

"Very nice," he said condescendingly. 

"Fuck off," I replied nonchalantly.

He grabbed me and pushed me on the bed, "How about I fuck you and make you scream that really loud since you like saying it so much?"

I could feel his hot breath in my face, feel the bulge in his pants again, and feel the wetness starting between my legs. This was such a fucking turn on.

"We need a safe word," he said immediately, knowing himself this was going to be a passionate night.

"Whatever, I don't care," I whispered wanting him to fuck me right there more than anything. 

"Well, since you're doing such a great job acting, how about 'Action'?" he said with that intensity reflecting off the single candle.

"Fine. 'Action' it is," I said hurriedly wanting to continue the game, and I tucked the word into the back of my mind.

"Anything goes until the word," he said. And I nodded in agreement.

"I promise and you promise to stop if that word comes up, K?" he said seriously.

"I promise," I agreed grinning at him, the tingly feeling in my belly subsiding a bit because of the break in play.

"Set?" he asked.

I thought for a second, "Make sure you talk really dirty to me," I said.

He looked at me questioningly. I normally would never allow to be degraded, but something about crude dirty talk and being submissive, that was, in a fantasy sense - very appealing. And I trusted this man to get it done. 

"If you're sure," he said.

"Very dirty," I reassured him.

"OK, then you fucking bitch, time you paid for those rude comments from the hallway," he said pulling me up into a sitting position.

I grinned, "Gee, I would think you'd rather have a young boy than a woman," I taunted him.

He slapped me across the face, and I believe I was a bit shocked at first. I have never been hit before, even role playing.

He looked at me, lowering his head in a gesture like, 'was that alright'? I nodded to let him know it was Ok, and to continue. At most, I may have had some pink across my cheek, but considering what he was going to do to me? No biggie, there!!!

He pulled out another pair of hand cuffs and I eye them suspiciously. He grinned mockingly at me and pushed me down sideways on the bed and rolled me on my back, so my head was now at the top of the bed and my feet at the bottom, quite like they should be. 

With my full weight on them, my wrists began to hurt a little as the steel pinched them. 

He rolled me over a bit to my side, relieving the pressure and he snapped another pair of handcuffs on one wrist, "Don't fight and I won't hurt you," he said. After a second he added, "much." And unlocked the cuff on the same wrist, from the former pair.

He then rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me, straddled me, pinned one arm down with his leg and the other he dug into my side. He lay the gun down on the bed next to me and grabbed the free arm stretching it over my head. He did this swiftly and controlled. I struggled a little, but knew I didn't have a chance with is weight on me. Besides I wanted to conserve my energy for more pleasurable tasks.

I heard the ratchet sounds of the cuff being tightened and looked above and to the right of me. Sure enough, my hand dangled from one cuff, while the other was safely secured to the wooden headboard. I returned my eyes to his and he was grinning, quite pleased with himself. I guess he should have been. The only challenge would be how hard to fuck me, when the time came. And I would certainly never dream of stopping him.

"I assume you don't want your clothes ripped," he asked a bit of hope in his voice.

"No," I replied tersely. I worked hard and earned my money to buy the nice clothes I had. I did not want them ripped, especially in a fit of role playing cops and robbers!!!

He nodded and pulled the sweater over my head leaving it hanging on the arm that was cuffed to the bed. He roughly pulled my bra strap down and pushed me to the side to undo the hinges in the back. All the time, the gun stayed at his side, and he held my free arm tightly. He pushed the bra under the sweater, which still dangled near my head. He took my free hand and proceeded to cuff that one to the headboard as well. He sat back on my hips surveying me, like a prize. Like a hunter admired his stuffed 12 point buck head after being newly mounted. My head was on the pillow, my naked upper half was almost flat on the bed, and my arms were pulled to either side over my head. As if I were being crucified or offered for a sacrifice. 

"This make you feel tough copper?" I sneered.

He just grinned and got up on his knees. He moved down my legs securing them between his own and unbuttoned my jeans. 

"Get the fuck off me!" I hissed at him, but he only looked up at me and smiled.

My breath was coming quick now from him and from anticipation of what he was going to do to me. Helpless me, handcuffed to the bed…at his mercy. My belly was on fire, waiting for the first touch…

He started pulling my jeans down over my hips and I offered no help, only continued to leer at him. He finally managed them off and as the cooler air hit my legs I shivered a bit. He dropped the jeans on the floor and I lay there with my hands bound and only my black thong underwear on.

"Black thongs…aren't you the little whore," he said to me.

"One whore you'll never have," I challenged him.

He arched an eyebrow at me and started towards me. I tracked his movements but countered with none of my own. As I had none. He grabbed my thongs and pulled them down forcefully. I gasped a little at the roughness, and at the same time felt a surge between my thighs. I pulled my legs together reflexively. He dropped the thongs on the floor, putting one knee on the bed, coming closer to me. He put one hand on each of my knees and began rubbing them, gently working their way between my clasped legs.

"I know what you want, I know what aaalll you dirty little whores want," he spoke in soothing tones.

Moving closer. Rubbing. Taunting. Hotter. Wetter…

I relaxed my legs a little, just so he could feel it, and he did as a smile spread across his face. And I raised my feet putting them on his hips as he stood before me, and his smile widened. Then I pushed on them hard, "Fuck you," I said loudly sending him into the wall. As much as I wanted those hands on me, he wasn't going to win that easily.

"Oooh, what do we have here?" he laughed. "Look at you - the dirty little whore. Trying to kick me? Bad, bad whore," he shook his head back and forth. "Looks like you're going to be a lot more fun than I anticipated," he concluded.

My breathing was even heavier now that I had fought back. And a part me couldn't wait for the punishment. The way he looked at me like a piece of meat, for him to take whenever he felt like it. He moved swiftly, too fast for me to react, grabbed my knees and spread my legs, stretching them so tight I took in a quick breath, as my feet dangled uselessly in the air.


Action!



"That BITCH"! I screamed at no one in particular. I was in my trailer taking yet another unexpected break from filming my latest movie. The "bitch" I referred to was Monique, a fairly new actress with only few commercials and a pair of sitcom guest spots on her resume. Here we are on the fifth week of shooting a romantic comedy of all things and this third rate little community theater diva was insisting yet again that she needed some bullshit bottled spring water to get into character for a scene. Ok, in all fairness the scene did involve water, and I got to drench her in it. "Fuck it, let her have her water," I laughed, " I'll give it to her, myself."

Terry, our director had come up with some ingenious idea about shooting the scenes in order for this movie, an idea that could not have been worse. In the beginning of the film, our characters hate each other (easy enough) but we're supposed to find common ground and eventually fall in love. That was going to stretch my acting talent to its limit. Especially since we were supposed to shoot the love scene the next afternoon. I didn't think I could do it.

Walking onto the set the next day, I got the feeling I was right. I stepped out of my dressing room in my shorts and a bathrobe and was asked immediately to excuse her while she had a private discussion with Terry. "Fine," I said," I'll be in my dressing room."

Ten minutes later I got the call. I walked out to take my place on the bed concentrating on just getting through this scene so I could drown my distaste at a local bar. Monique was already on the bed we were shooting on waiting under the comforter.

I took off my robe and handed it to a stage assistant and took my place beneath the blanket. I propped myself up and waited for the cue to start the scene.

"Just so you know," Monique said in that prissy little tone I had grown to hate so much, "I really want to get this on the first take. If you drop a line, just make it look natural and ad lib, ok?"

"Fuck, Terry, Can we just do this? I have shot a couple of scenes before, you know." I was losing my stomach for this already and we hadn't even started yet.

"Action!" he yelled.

I began spouting out my lines mindlessly, just hoping I was believable. I had decided not to try too hard to hide my feelings, but rather to use them and hope the audience would misinterpret them when we were finished.

As I watched Monique deliver her lines I looked at her, closely, for the first time. It was amazing, I must say, that this spoiled little cunt could act so well. Her voice and face both had a softness in them that I had not been privileged to before now. 

When we ended our dialogue she drifted closer under the blankets. "Pretend it's someone you like," I thought. That was easy enough; I mean she WAS a hottie, about Five ten with silky, long, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin was exotically dark, and her body, oh my God! 

This was it! She lightly kissed me on the lips and I wondered if this was the same person that had thrown an onion bagel with cream cheese in my face on our third day of shooting. Slowly we built a passion in the kiss. Right on cue she broke away from me and pulled herself slowly under the covers. I was supposed to squirm around a bit and let the viewers make up their own version of what was happening under the sheets.

I started to position myself for comfort when I felt her hand on my shorts. My eyes flew wide open faster than the doors to Macy's on the day after Thanksgiving. She grabbed both sides of my boxers and pulled them off of me before I could wrap my head around it enough to object. Then she placed one hand on my belly, just above my stiffening cock and stuck her head out of the blanket. As she leaned up and pretended to kiss my neck she whispered discreetly "just go with it, we'll talk later", and for the first time I felt her naked breast rub lightly against my chest. In a flash she was back under the blankets and before I could decide how best to play this, the decision became purely instinctual. She licked me strongly from the base of my cock to the tip of its head in one quick movement. It was all I could do not to jump out of that bed, right then. 

I wanted to cry out, but I couldn't remember her characters name. I bit my lip. She sucked me into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, while her tongue was moving almost independently on the underside of my engorged pecker.

"Ok, come out and mount him, Monique," I heard Terry's voice call out to us and suddenly remembered the crew in the room. I looked around at the oblivious faces of sound tech's, gaffs, and personal assistants, and my head started swimming. 

Monique drifted up onto me and I immediately realized that she was also nude when I felt her clean-shaven pussy rub against my leg and settle on top of my cock. She bent to kiss me again and I attacked her with my mouth. I sucked her tongue into my mouth as she slid me inside her with ease. My God, she was wet! She pushed me down and began to ride me, desperately needing the orgasm she chased. She was flexing her cunt muscles and bucking so savagely at times that I thought the blankets would fly off and everyone would see our little show, but somehow I didn't care as long as she didn't stop. 

I reached up and wrapped my arms around her to hold her still and pulled her down for another passionate kiss. Her tongue was out before our lips were even close. I heard a couple of the crewmembers giggle as I rolled her over to take the lead. She eagerly complied and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her. As I pumped away at her, I realized she was moaning and looked into her face to see complete desire where only arrogance and discontent had been before. I thrust myself into her harder and harder. 

Suddenly she locked her legs around me and began to pull me into her with them practically screaming "Yes, Yes, Oh God, Yes". She came with a squeal that overloaded my senses and sent me over the top. I came a river into her as she kept on squealing in the throws of her own orgasm. I rolled off of her gasping for breath and barely heard her mutter her final line of the scene before Terry yelled, "Cut!'

Immediately the room was alive with shouts and murmurs about how good that shot looked. I looked up at Terry and saw the knowing smile as he ordered everyone out of the room except for Monique and I. As soon as they were gone and the door closed, Monique looked at me and asked which I wanted to do first. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well," she replied, "we can have the talk that I know you're wanting, or we can finish this. I don't care which we do first as long as we do both."

"Oh," I said, "Ok." Then I slipped myself down under the blankets and began to lick her clit. I gently outlined her pussy with my tongue, tasting our intermingled juices. She lifted her legs and kicked the blankets off. She pulled my head into her pussy as if she wanted to pull it inside of her, which was fine with me I found her clit and wrapped my tongue around it, suckling it like a nursing baby. I put one finger on the opening of her pussy and caressed her a few times to lube it up before I inserted it into her about an inch and began to rub the inside of her opening until I felt her trying to suck it farther in. Then I pulled it out and replaced it with my tongue, and used the finger to rub circles around her clit. With my other hand I reached up to knead her gorgeous tits, in turn, pinching her nipples and rolling them between my fingers. When she began moaning I took her swollen button between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth. I looked up to see her staring at me with half closed eyes. 

I paused for a second, but as I began to speak she shook her head no and grabbed my ears to hold me to her. I dove back in and worked her double time until I heard her start her now familiar squeals, then I used all four fingers to rub side to side across her clit very fast while licking firmly against the inner rim of her pussy. When she came again she drenched me with her juices squirting out like a waterfall. After she caught hr breath again she pulled me up to her by my long hair and kissed me deeply. Then she licked her juices off my face with a smile that told me she had tasted pussy before. Smiling she said, "That's for drenching me yesterday, now fuck me like the bitch I am!" and with that she rolled over on all fours and stuck her ass in the air, waiting for me to comply.

I did not have to be told twice. I mounted her and slammed my dick into her for all I was worth. I used one hand to pull her shoulder into me while I reached around and worked her clit with the other. In no time we were both coming again.

As we lay there in the afterglow she said, "I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I had this planned from the beginning. I worked it out with Terry at my audition, but I told him I'd only do it with you."

It seems she had seen a couple of my previous works and not only had she decided that I had potential, she had developed quite a crush on me as well. She said that with the right motivation I could be a star.

And I've decided that I might be able to work with her again!



Action!



It wasn’t my month. Hell, it wasn’t my year. Still worse, those who should have been supportive and helpful appeared to be destroying me. Looking back at that dark, stormy period, given hindsight and the perspective time provides I can say there was no evil intent. Instead, I suffered careless mistakes, miscommunications, and bad decisions – a string of horrible luck. It resembled the plight of someone who had offended a leprechaun.

For instance, don’t substitute sand for soap in the dishwasher. It will cost you a new dishwasher and new dishes. I also learned golf clubs don’t survive under the tires of a mini-van. One of the kids took the clubs from the garage, left them behind the van and I drove over them. Did your folks ever tell you to turn off the water? It is especially true for the bathtub. Someone left the faucet running in the upstairs tub. It overflowed ruining the floor, the downstairs ceiling, and the downstairs carpet. In these events, thankfully, no one was hurt. The only result was property destruction. Some items had sentimental value. However, given enough money and inconvenience, they were replaceable.

One incident, the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back, involved bodily injury, specifically, my body. My wife, Teri, asked me to do her a favor. She found several antique furniture pieces she wanted to purchase. After handling all the transaction details, she asked me to pick-up the furniture with my truck.

The person who sold her the pieces lived in a rural area about eighty miles from our home. BFC – Bum Fuck Countryside – would probably be a better description. When I thought I was in the right general area, there were still one to two miles between properties. Due to some other things she asked me to do around the house, I got a late start. The roads were dirt and thanks to a week of wet weather and some underlying clay, quite slippery. It gets dark early in our part of the country, so adding the low clouds and spitting rain, it was pitch dark by five o’clock. Teri gave me a sheet with everything I needed to know – the people’s name, their address, phone number, and directions. These weren’t your typical directions. For example, the directions included ‘turn left after crossing the bridge where you will see ducks swimming in the water’ and ‘go past the pig barn with the orange tractor in front’. I kid you not. There were no street names. Not that it would have helped; BFC locals haven’t heard of road signs. The directions also lacked distances between the quaint landmarks and would have been as helpful written in Greek.

The rain turned into sleet leaving an opaque film on the windshield making it more difficult to see. The roads were a mess but at least they weren’t busy. I hadn’t seen a car in forty-five minutes. Most of the properties had bright sodium vapor lights, same basic idea as streetlights, but the distance between properties negated any illumination help they might have provided. It was gloomier than a bomb shelter. I knew I was lost. Three times, I turned around in driveways and three times the truck almost bogged in the mud. I stopped and called Teri, but there was no answer at home or on her cell. OK, now I’m pissed. No one answered at the furniture place either.

I decided to forge on for ten more minutes before turning around. After all, I am a man. I will not stoop to ask strangers for directions. About five minutes later, a dog or coyote crossed the road right in front of me. Worse, yet it was on a curve. Between the curve, sleet and clay, the truck agonizingly skidded off the road like the surface was ice, not mud, and my stomach hovered in my chest for what seemed like hours but in reality was only a second or two.

One hard jerk to the right and I sat at a forty-five degree angle toward the passenger side and the nose of the truck pointed slightly downward too. The shoulder belt, tight against my chest, held me in place. Right before the truck stopped, I felt an ugly crunch directly under my feet. After anchoring my feet on the floor, I unfastened the seatbelt and put my shoulder into opening the door. I heaved on the heavy pick-up door fighting gravity to open it. After reaching for the MagLite that lived in my truck, it fell into my fingers and I clicked it on. It worked! A child could easily have left it on and drained the batteries. Something finally had gone right. I jumped from the truck while the wind and cold sleet found something warm and dry to penetrate – first the truck and then me. On the first step, the muddy road attempted to steal the boots off my feet. Each step required I extract my new and now unrecognizable boots from the sucking muck; a great sucking sound accompanied each extraction. They felt like more anvils than mud-covered boots. Actually, wearing boots was the second best thing that went right in the last two minutes. The suction would have ripped any other footwear from my feet.

After slipping and sliding my way to the front of the truck, I saw the left tire was barely on the road while the right rested halfway down a steep rock embankment. I could see from the alignment of the front wheels that something was seriously wrong with the axle. It was no longer a straight line. 

I stepped off the road and rested my left foot on a large flat rock about a foot below the road. Just as I bent at the waist to look under the truck my mud covered boot slipped off the rock. A couple of nasty things followed in rapid succession. When my foot slipped, I was completely off-balance. My momentum moved forward and down. I didn’t fall far. The grill of the truck stopped my face at the same time the bumper split my left collarbone. A blinding light exploded in my head and everything afterwards happened on instinct. The truck stopped my forward motion, but I was still falling. I reached to the ground with my right hand to ease my fall to the ground. I must have reached awkwardly. In sympathy with my truck axle, my right wrist crunched. It gave way at once and I lay still facedown on the muddy road.

I lay there for a few minutes. When I felt ready to move, I struggled to rise since neither arm really worked. I had to roll over onto my back to start. I could go on and on about losing the flashlight, the agony of getting my cell phone from my wet jeans pocket with a numb left arm and a useless right hand. Teri didn’t answer her phone and neither did my destination. I was so far out in BFC they didn’t have 911, not that I could tell anyone my location. However, I can give an extended description of walking two miles in one direction, before I turned around; and four miles in another, before I finally came to a farmhouse.

The final tally: fractured right wrist, broken left collarbone, badly bruised eye socket, concussion and pneumonia from wandering around for three hours in the cold rain. My truck got off easy – only a broken front-axle.

Before departing for the set of Deliverance, I asked multiple times if Teri was sure about the information. As it turned out, there were two turns missing from the directions. I told her multiple times to make sure her cell phone was charged, on, with her and ready receive a call if I had trouble. In fact, I went further and said, “Hon, I’m sure everything is going to work this afternoon, but if it doesn’t you will owe me big time. I mean really big time.”

After rolling her eyes and asking what could go wrong, she put her arms around my neck pressed her pelvis into mine, “Anything you say dear. I’m quite confident this will be a piece of cake. I really appreciate you taking half of your weekend to do this for me. If it doesn’t go smoothly, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I responded.

I spent two days recovering in the hospital, but it took only thirty pain-wracked seconds while waiting for medication to decide what I wanted. I spent the rest of the time planning. For the past couple of years I’ve been obsessed, about filming Teri and I having sex. I have tried everything to get her to go along. I told her, “I’ll make sure there are no faces or unflattering angles.” “We’ll watch it once and burn it.” “You like to watch us together in the mirror. The camera is only a mirror with a recorder, etc.”

Nothing convinced her. Next, I tried a couple of solo filming projects for her. When she was out of town, I filmed myself masturbating. At the same time, I spoke to the camera telling Teri what I’d like to do to her. I received many rewards following my outstanding amateur performances, but I did not achieve my ultimate objective. I want her, or her and me together on TV.

I love watching women, especially mine. The way I touch her. How it looks when I touch her. What she looks like when I touch her. What she looks like when she touches herself. What she looks like when she watches herself in a mirror. I’m much less interested in what I look like, but I think she’d be interested. How does my expression change when I enter her? What do her tits look like as touch them or mash them. I have as many unanswered questions as I have fantastic visions. 

Maybe it’s because I’m blind without my contacts and can never see anything in bed. I feel the female shape is the ultimate work of art. I don’t need to be with them but my eyes constantly caress their curves. Professional dancers often evoke the graceful, sensual, erotic images, but they can’t replicate the pure sexual pleasure in their sounds or facial expressions. You need to remove the clothes to see the muscles, skin, color and sweat. Our minds envision scenes and create the finest paintings and sculptures featuring nudes. I was looking for the same but with skin on skin, my cock slurping through her juicy pussy and my thighs slapping hers.

About the same time as my accident, I received an extra large bonus at work. My company is in a popular field. Being a salesman for a product with more demand than supply led to a hefty commission. We took care of some things around the house with the windfall and funded a good portion of the kids’ college fund. 

At the same time, I began researching video production companies that delivered a professional quality amateur video. Ultimately, a friend’s recommendation led me to Rainee and Charlene’s business, Couples United. They gave me an exhaustive run through of their operation and it had everything I wanted. Their company brought features to video production I didn’t know existed. Not to mention, I felt comfortable around them after about an hour. Comfort is important if you expect to be as exposed as Teri and I.

I set the filming appointment and scheduled an early dinner at a romantic Mediterranean restaurant for the same night. I told Teri the good news about the dinner. I also gave her the bad news the day of reckoning would come and she should prepare. With attitude, she said, “Bring it on. I made a deal, and I’ll live with it. You know the limits though.”

"What? Hold on. Limits? See this is why I wrote it in an email and sent it to you. I have it memorized so I don’t have to search for it, but you should feel free. Your commitment was ‘if everything didn’t go smoothly’ on the little furniture pick-up exercise, you would ‘do anything I say’. So which do you dispute? Are you suggesting the furniture pick-up went well? If the objective was to insert a metal plate in my cheek so I could pick-up radio stations in Cost Rica, then everything went fucking swell.”

I slowed and took a breath before I really lost it. ‘If I can get you to be honest and agree the furniture trip was a debacle, then ‘I will do anything you say’ is unambiguous.”

“You’re taking what I said out of context,” she retorted. She knew she was wrong but didn’t like where our conversation was heading.

“Then explain how I did that,” I challenged.

“I made a general statement you’ve turned into an absolute. I’m telling you, I won’t do absolutely anything. I’ll decide what I’m comfortable doing. Why do I suspect you want me to do something I don’t want to do?”

“Did I want to pick-up furniture or break my body into puzzle pieces?” I took another deep breath to dissipate my ferocity so I could diffuse the situation. “I’m disappointed you think I’d ask you to do something which would put you or our relationship at risk.” I decided to drop the discussion. Maybe surprising her would work better.

Several nights later, we dropped our kids at a friend’s house on one of our frequent child-sitting exchange programs. Teri knows I like to see as much of her body as possible and she delivered by wearing a tight fitting black dress with little spaghetti straps on her shoulders.

Heads turned as she strolled through the restaurant that provided romantic ambiance and served a wonderful meal. A quiet jazz band graced the stage set-up for weekend music. We actually did a little dancing, too. She always says she doesn’t dance enough these days. To my pleasant surprise, I discovered during the course of dancing there were no panties beneath the slinky dress. We shared a conspiratorial smile and my cock stirred automatically. She was very horny by the time the left and ready for me to take her home and satisfy her. Confusion replaced anticipation as we arrived at Couples United for our appointment. 

“What is this place? Is it some kind of private club? It looks deserted." Teri wondered aloud as we walked toward the building.

“No,” I replied as we arrived at the front door. “This is where you satisfy your end of the bargain; the promise you made without reservation. You and I are making love tonight in this building while someone films us in a safe comfortable environment.”

"What are you talking about? No way am I doing this! You tricked me," she retorted becoming very upset.

“Stop! We’re going in the door. Then, we’ll sit in the reception area and talk this through.” I entered the code Rainee gave me into the electronic keypad at the door. We moved into the reception area, Teri’s anger visible in every step. We sat on the leather couch. A small table lamp illuminated the cozy windowless room. I sat on the couch next to her and took both of her hands in mine. 

I knew I would have one chance at this dream in my lifetime. Hoping to magically exude charisma and persuade her to make my dream come true, I began. "I don’t do this out of anger, spite or revenge. Payback is usually hell, and it’s usually, because the harmed individual went through hell in the first place. I love to love you. I love to make love to you. I love to fuck you. Even though this is something you promised me or owe me, I don’t think you’ll find it painful. Ok, it may be a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but I sincerely believe by the end of the evening you’ll to say you enjoyed it.”

Seeing she was listening, I continued. “Look, it’s been a difficult year for both of us. I love you whether you fulfill this particular promise or not. I think you know this is important to me based on all the times I’ve discussed it with you. All I ask is you listen to the whole proposition. In some ways, we sacrifice some privacy, but at the same time, we gain so much more. Walking away tonight won’t hurt our relationship in any way. However, the experiences we share tonight will definitely bring us closer. Will you at least look at the entire proposal? Please. Think about how much you enjoy watching us in a mirror. It’s not too different.”

She never looked at me the entire time I talked. She simply nodded. I lifted her chin with my hand, so I could look in her eyes. "I love you," I said; my voice an emotion-wracked whisper. I tilted my head and kissed her, desperate to connect with her and re-ignite her fire at the same time. She refused to participate for a kiss or two but finally opened her mouth. Soon, the passion again shone through the clouds of reluctance. I grasped her breast and began massaging, gently tweaking her nipples.

She stood abruptly and said, "Let’s go." I swear I heard her mutter, “Before I lose my nerve.” We walked down several long corridors until we arrived at a room that looked like a movie stage complete with high-tech video equipment. There was a kitchen with an island and a dining alcove. A video camera about the size of a small boom box sat atop a wheeled tripod on the parquet floor of the kitchen. Next in line was a living room with several chairs, couches, lamps, tables, everything. There was a bedroom with a high 4-poster queen sized bed. Dim lights accented pieces of furniture or artwork on the walls. 

The other trait distinguishing the room was the pornography displayed on several sixty-inch plasma monitors suspended from the ceiling and angled towards the viewer. The action and angles were awesome and the quality of the display was incredibly detailed. Each screen showed a different couple engaged in every variation of foreplay. I moved behind Teri and wound my arms around her waist resting beneath her breasts. I stood still at first, but my cock was coming to life. It wasn’t long before I was grinding against the shimmering dress covering her bare ass. She too began to move in time to the scenes above.

Rainee and Charlene walked from the production studio room and approached us. I turned and winked at them as I heard them approach. Rainee wore shorts and a t-shirt advertising some piece of video equipment while his sultry French wife wore a tight fitting red tank top; it struggled to contain her luscious swelling breasts. Teri turned around as I introduced everyone and shook hands. Rainee started, “Teri, I’m Rainee. I’ve heard so much about you. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. I see you’ve been watching the video. What do you think of our work?”

Clearly uncomfortable with the situation, Teri glanced at the video screen before replying, "The picture quality is astounding. I don’t watch much porn, just occasionally with him, but I think a couple of things make it better. First, less is more. Give me fewer fake moans and orgasms, less silicone and no guys jacking off. Real is better. Give me real sex sounds of bodies and voices. The participants should be attractive. They don’t have to be models or Barbie and Ken. In fact, it’s better if they aren’t. I want someone within the normal height-to-weight ratio and an attractive face. That’s about it. No. No, one more thing; give me a spark. Those two are good looking individually and they look beautiful together. I can feel a spark between them. That adds a crucial element, at least for a woman.”

“Thank you very much, Teri. That is exactly what we try to achieve. You’re too kind about the couple, though." Charlene answered smiling at Rainee while taking his hand.

"She's a hottie isn’t she?" Rainee responded. Teri looked at me in confusion. I told Teri that Rainee and Charlene were the couple in the video. Teri craned her neck around to look at the screen and again to the couple in front of us, confusion written on her face. “No way!” She exclaimed. “It doesn’t look like you.”

The pair fucking with wild abandon on the screen had much darker complexions and dark hair while Rainee and Charlene had light skin with blonde and auburn hair, respectively. Charlene and I shared a laugh while Rainee beamed proudly like someone who had just won first prize at the county fair. He pulled a remote control from his pocket and clicked a button. “Now what do you see?” Rainee asked. When Teri looked at the screen again, her shock was obvious as her jaw dropped and she blushed crimson. The couple on the screen was Rainee and Charlene.

I began to fill in the gaps for Teri. “Rainee grew up loving three things – computers, video and sex. He later added Charlene to the mix, and all the ingredients clicked. He invented a way to easily manipulate video images. After the proper pre-programming and a couple of clicks on the remote control, the guy in the video can have a beard. Another couple of clicks and the woman can lose twenty pounds while adding a cup size. He can even substitute faces. If Charlene gets tired of watching herself get it on with Rainee, she can throw Brad Pitt’s face on his body on the screen or my face. Heck, she can substitute Jennifer Anniston’s face over her own. I could be doing Jenn, but it would really be Charlene and Rainee. It can get confusing, but it doesn’t stop there. If you don’t like the view, you can switch angles.” On cue, Rainee switched the camera viewpoint from the left side of the bed to the right.




Action!



“Or he can split the screen.” This time, Rainee changed the left side of the monitor to the foot of the bed showing only the bottom of Charlene’s ass with Rainee’s cock plunging in and his balls banging into her with each stroke. The right showed an overhead shot. Rainee’s back muscles coiled and uncoiled with each stroke; Charlene’s eyes shut tight in concentration.

"That view on the left is a little too close for me, but what about a strobe light effect?" Teri asked. "You know, the B52’s "Making Love Under the Strobe Light"?"

"Wow! That’s a great idea! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it. I’ll get to work on it immediately. It shouldn’t be hard, because it’s alternating extreme contrasts. I’ll call it TSE in honor of you – Teri’s Strobe Effect.” Teri beamed despite herself. Rainee’s charm had a positive effect.

I explained further, "The possibilities are endless. Rainee can’t enhance height or length, yet. It’s a complex problem he’s working to correct, but it’s about the only limitation.”

Rainee started to delve into an area I’d asked him to emphasize, “Look, Brian said you would have concerns about security. Everyone worries about security before making a very personal video. I invented a process to add a password to the DVD. If it falls into the wrong hands, there is no harm done. Only you know the code. In addition, our company passed a stringent security audit with a video production watchdog organization. The audit allowed us to purchase an insurance policy. It states if any material from this production facility accidentally makes it into the wrong hands, the insurance company pays the victims $1,000,000, and we go out of business. We are a growing company. If a couple uses our services and feels violated, we’re done. Charlene and I are having a great time so we intend to stay in business for a long, long time. Therefore, our security is tighter than most small countries.”

Teri nodded, but I knew she wasn’t yet convinced. The doubt on her face was more obvious than watching wrestling. I explained how the evening would work if she consented. “You and I will spend some time together on the bed,” pointing to the bed we passed earlier. “We won’t do anything out of the ordinary, just the two of us together. After we are finished on the bed, there’s another stage where we can pretend we’re outside. I chose a scene from our honeymoon to end the evening.”

Seeing Teri hesitate, I suggested, “I know you’re still thinking, so why don’t you hit the restroom and step into this mini-theater to consider it. I’ll return in a few minutes to answer any other questions.” As Teri stepped into the bathroom around the corner, I went into the theater to pour her a vodka and cranberry juice. I left the glass in the drink holder of the well-upholstered barstool sporting a couple of footrests at varying levels.

I joined Rainee and Charlene in the production control room. Hidden cameras dotted the theater Teri would occupy. I arrived in time to see Teri enter and sit on the chair. On another screen, the three of us saw images of men and woman involved in all types of carnal activity. In order to maximize my wife’s excitement level, I had Rainee tailor the vignettes to her taste. Each scene had one man and one woman. Each was beautiful and natural in face and body. Each couple engaged in relatively normal sexual activities using a variety of positions.

We watched her grow restless after about five minutes unable to sit still in the barstool. At this point, I had Rainee introduce our special guest. The ten-foot screen displaying the images faded to black. A very recognizable actor appeared on the screen wearing a tuxedo and looking very debonair. My wife has always had a crush on George Clooney. While she won’t admit it, I believe he’s the one man with whom she might consider being unfaithful. Based on Rainee’s computer simulation wizardry, I planned to enlist every weapon available to sway my wife. I would be Clooney for her. I studied my role for weeks learning Clooney’s mannerisms; I actually wrote a script. Rainee used my body outline and inserted Clooney's looks; Rainee digitally altered my voice to sound like George. The first time I saw the finished clip, I was 100% convinced it was George. It was that good. Rainee’s work transforming me into Clooney couldn’t have been more lifelike with the sexy smile and salt and pepper hair. On-screen George undressed deliberately, nothing seductive except his soft commanding voice. He described an extremely romantic rendezvous complete with candles, soft music, softer sheets, and gentle caresses.

"Look at her expression. She’s enamored. Damn, I love making people’s fantasies come true! Are you sure you don’t want to record this?" Rainee turned around to look at me, and I shook my head. I felt guilty enough about the three of us watching her while I enlisted G.C. and alcohol to overcome her reservations. I didn’t want to add taping without her permission to my list of offenses. Mesmerized by the image and my performance, I took my eyes off the camera aimed at Teri. When I looked at her a few minutes later, her skirt was around her waist and her fingers alternately rubbed and disappeared.

Virtual Clooney drawled through an entire seduction scene describing how he would slowly strip her. He detailed which of Teri’s body parts he planned to lick, kiss, poke, and prod. The entire time he stroked his hard majestic cock. As he described his own climax, his cum began pumping like a squirt gun. At about this time, Teri walks seductively into the scene wearing a shear negligee. During the taping, it was Charlene; but thanks to Rainee’s software, it looks like Teri. Standing on my right side so as not to block the camera, she takes her right hand and drags a finger across my hand and to the tip of my still-spewing cock, scoops some cum and rubs it over a stiffening nipple that has slipped over the top of her negligee. After rubbing her nipple, she brings the finger to her mouth and licks it clean. From the expression on her face, she looks as if she may cum any second. Instead, she turns her mouth to mine and starts a deep open-mouth kiss while she plays with her cum-covered nipple again. We slowly turn to face the camera with my softening cock dangling between her legs and I move both hands down the sides of her body as we continue to kiss.

I kiss one side of her neck and then the other side as I move to the tops of her breasts where they swell and the scene on the screen fades to black. In the control room, I look at Charlene. She looks at me with a very sexy smile that suggests anytime I want to continue our activity and more, I need to give her a signal. I had not seen the final product and was astonished at the quality. Taken aback by both Charlene and the video, I forgot my next move. The plan was for me to rejoin Teri in the theater as the scene finished. Rainee startled me by saying, “Go, and do your stuff. She’s ready for you. I’ll set the last thirty seconds, from the start of the kiss, on a loop.”

A quick glance at the monitor showed Teri staring lustfully at the screen while slowly working her clit. I hurried from the control room and walked into the theater. She had increased the pace on her clit by the time I arrived. Just as I entered, George broke his kiss and said, “I think your husband is coming.” 

The Teri on the big screen disengaged from George and replied, “I need him." She walked seductively toward the camera. I chuckled at the surprise ending Rainee inserted. The loop started over and I went to work. I stood behind Teri’s chair, reached over her shoulders, and began rubbing her breasts tweaking the nipples hard through the dress.

The final words Teri managed to gasp before the orgasm took hold were, “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Her breath shortened and she fought for air as her entire body clenched in pleasure.

After she rested for a few minutes, I told her, "Teri, that’s nothing compared to what we’ll create together. If you join me in the next room, we can make our own sexy show. You saw how sexy you looked. Your body is beautiful.”

“I have no idea how you did it, but it did look like me and it did look surprisingly good. George looked good enough to fuck. Was that Rainee?”

“Thanks, Honey. It was actually me with the help of Rainee’s magic. If you join me, not only do you get my hard cock in your pussy within moments, but when you’re home alone with your movie you can make it George as often as you like,” I said nodding my head toward the screen. “Then you’re not only getting a little cum licked off his hand and a few kisses. You get it all – from me and George!” I finished in a whisper ensuring my hot breath on her neck sent further shivers down her spine.

I walked around to the front of her seat, took her hand, and helped her to her feet. I was walking on thin ice until she was naked in my arms. The risk of failure churned the acid in my stomach. She slowed. What was wrong? Had she decided to go ahead or was she still considering? The best course of action was moving forward with total confidence. One misstep would ruin this chance at my dream. We slowly walked to a small table where a sheet of paper and pen rested. The fifteen-foot walk felt like fifteen minutes. “This is a waiver you must sign for the filming, Honey. I’ve read it thoroughly. It contains a couple of revisions our attorney recommended,” I said.

“You told Bill about this?" She asked in shock.

“Actually, Bill told me, if it makes you feel any better.” While absorbing the prospect of our nerdish attorney engaging in such activity, Teri thankfully didn’t attempt to read the small print on the form. There aren’t many quicker mood killers than legal documents. I quickly walked into the bedroom area holding Teri’s hand. Everything from this point forward was somewhat prearranged. Earlier, I gave Rainee and Charlene a general idea of my plan and they gave simple suggestions to improve the production quality based on their experience.

Once I got approval from Teri, we wouldn’t see the other couple until the filming completed in a few hours. Rainee gave me a micro-radio earbud so he could make suggestions if necessary. Due to the miniature size, Teri wouldn’t see it. Lighting was minimal and there were six nearly invisible high-resolution low-lux cameras around the bed. There was a small camera the size of a pack of cigarettes attached to each of the four posters. They silently slid up and down the posts and swiveled. The bed didn’t have a headboard. Instead, it was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Behind the two-way mirror was another camera. Finally, a camera connected to a boom above the bed currently nestled in the dark recesses of the open ceiling. However, Rainee could position this camera anywhere on either side of the bed or at the foot. Rainee maneuvered the cameras from the production room using six computer joysticks. The cameras fed a bank of monitors in front of Rainee.

I asked Teri to remove her dress wanting nothing more than to see her, touch her, and thank her. I also wanted to begin before second thoughts intruded. She reached behind her to unzip the dress telling me she ditched her bra when she went to the bathroom. She sloughed the dress from each shoulder, and to me, it fell in slow motion. There stood my beautiful wife in all her naked glory wearing only a pair of shoes. Her medium-length curly brown hair and large brown eyes beckoned me in a sultry wanton way. Her face, her entire body flushed with excitement. Her predominate Italian ancestry blessed her with dark skin and her body is fronted by two large firm breasts tapering to a narrow waist expanding to broad hips. A woman’s body must be the most pleasing sight in the world. A thin covering of brown hair partially obscured her swollen vulva.

I was overcome with realization my dream was coming true. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” is all I managed to say, but it certainly had a positive effect as I stepped to stroke her face before kissing her. As I enveloped her goose-pimply naked skin, my excitement was obvious. Teri quickly helped me undress straining buttons and zippers in her haste.

"I recall you promised me a hard cock, Boy. Well it’s time to pay-up!” She said as she lay horizontally across the bed, spreading her legs wide; her sopping pussy followed. I was nervous about her position and the camera angles.

Rainee sensed my hesitation and whispered in my ear, "She looks so very fuckable from here. Go! If you won’t do it, I will.”

I didn’t need another nudge and entered her with one swift thrust. She immediately clenched her cunt muscles and began to cum. Her head rose from the bed and the muscles in her neck strained with the pleasure pulsing through her. With all of the excitement of the last hour, I began pumping cum into her like an overeager frat boy conquering the untouchable blonde. We rested a few minutes and assumed the familiar post-coital cuddle position. Teri said, “Thanks George. Uh, I mean Brian. Thanks dear.” Looking down, her smile let me know she was joking, but there was a foundation of truth underneath.

After a short quiet recovery period, we began making love slowly. It really felt like we were in a big hotel room. I forgot about the cameras and Teri gave no indication she gave it any thought. We did what came naturally, a long gradual build of sensations followed by powerful climaxes for both of us. After catching her breath, Teri said, "That time I imagined George watched my perfect lover do his stuff. It was so hot, so naughty. George stood nodding his head appreciating how my body reacts to yours." She licked her lips and finished with a seductive wink. “I’m getting horny all over thinking about it.”

“Well, George might not have seen it, but I’m sure Rainee watched.” It felt like a little electric shock ran through Teri as she remembered two people watched her moments ago.

That reaction paled in comparison to the way she jolted when Charlene’s voice came from the speakers in the ceiling. “Rainee wasn’t the only one admiring Brian’s action and your reaction. With Rainee concentrating on his work, I resorted to my favorite toy to relieve the tension you two created. I can’t wait to see what’s next.”

Me either, but at the moment, I needed a break. I suggested we grab a drink and have a quick shower. "I think I’ll stick with water," Teri said; it sounded good to me, too. We moved from the bedroom, but Teri didn't know cameras covered every inch of the bathroom. The survey form I completed in the preparation phase was very specific about camera angle in the bathroom. I didn’t have any desire to watch anyone using the facilities, so I requested those cameras remain off. The shower area is another. Bring some extra cameras in there. A hot sudsy shower with an incredible sexy woman is never something to refuse either participating or watching. I made sure those beautiful breasts were spotless and her pussy glistened. She ensured she could eat off every crack and crevice of mine by the time she finished. My cock began to show signs of life, but still needed some work.

Wrapped in white fluffy towels, we walked into a room that looked like a movie set on the other side of the bedroom. The room had three blue screens with an outdoor recliner in the middle of the room. Sand covered the floor with a couple of seashells strewn about. “This dear,” I grandly stated, “is where we spent our honeymoon. Of course, this place looked nothing like where we stayed on our honeymoon.” The look I received told me I was crazy, absolutely insane.

Teri and I spent ten sun-soaked days on our honeymoon in the Caribbean; it was simply heaven on Earth. A constant breeze and refreshing water were sandwiched between marathon lovemaking sessions. The resort wasn’t new, since we were young and poor, but it had quaint South Pacific huts with thatched roofs and windows with no glass. It had two huge conch shell sinks in the bathroom and a shower stall large enough for about twenty people. It also had a fenced outdoor space. There were recliners in the sun and finally an outdoor shower. We spent many days sunning naked moving only to turn over or make love. During the warm humid night, we sat on the front porch drinking cocktails and seeking any little breeze while listening to the call of the ocean. One of Teri’s favorite activities is lying on her back outside looking at the Milky Way while I’m moving in and out of her and we certainly accomplished that several times on our trip.

I explained the set was the same type movie studios used. After final video production, the blue screens would show us in a Caribbean paradise. The set was warm but fans stirred the air to simulate a gentle breeze. Rainee provided a simple beach lounger as the only piece of furniture. I invited Teri to have a seat and loosened her robe to enjoy the naked view. I said, "Suck me hard," smiling at my own double entendre. Teri attacked me as if she hadn’t had sex in a week. She made my soft cock very wet and quickly sucked me hard with some help from her pumping hand.

Even though Teri appeared more comfortable with the situation, I wasn’t sure, so I decided to have a little fun to test her. "Say Rainee," I spoke aloud to the room in general knowing the sensitive microphone would easily record it. Teri lifted her eyes catching mine and silently questioning, but otherwise continued her mouth to cock resuscitation efforts. “Have you seen a more inspired effort?” I asked.

“No, man, as much as you two have had sex tonight, I thought you’d need at least twenty or thirty minutes of concentrated effort to get hard again. It took her no time at all. Speaking of inspiration, she definitely inspired Charlene. Thanks for the giving her the idea. She’s hitting the spot, if you know what I mean.”

“Rainee, it’s not her mouth, tongue and hand,” I said, “It’s the whole package. It’s the kinky hair, sexy eyes and beautiful breasts.” Slurping and sucking was the only sound both in front of me and from the speakers in the ceiling until Rainee’s amplified grunting filled the room.

It was a few minutes later before his voice sounded again. “Sorry. I was unable to speak or get the speaker turned off, but I didn’t take my eyes from the action. If you touch her, I bet you’ll find her wet and ready." I reached and her lips were indeed thick and puffy and her juices overflowed. Teri spread her legs wider to give me better access. She was ready and I was ready, so why wait? I carefully disengaged her mouth from my cock, knelt, and gave her a long passionate kiss with plenty of tongue while never removing my hand from her honey font. I inserted a second finger and moved them slowly in and out. Due to the angle and the fact that I wasn’t pushing them in too far, they stayed in constant contact with her clit. Some very aroused sounds reached my ears and my other hand moved to alternately tweak her nipple and knead her breast. I had her turn around and kneel on the lounger. What a beautiful sight. Her sopping pussy gaped invitingly and my cock twitched with anticipation and appreciation. I stood straddling the lounger and slowly entered her savoring every millimeter. Teri exhaled a satisfied breath. "Ah, that couldn’t feel any better than it does," I said as I stroked her sides and kneaded her ass.

"Brian," Rainee’s voice softly intruded, "you should see the look on your face. Then again, that’s one of the reasons you’re here, isn’t it?" He said with a snicker. I started slowly moving in and out of Teri as Rainee continued, “Charlene is a little involved in watching the two of you. She couldn’t wait. Right now, she is on the couch in the same position as Teri. She’s working a dildo into her tight pussy I adore so much as if it’s a well and she’s drilling for oil. I must say it’s hugely arousing to watch you two. You are so into each other and know each other so well; it’s definitely poetry in motion. Oh, there she goes again. Can you hear her?”




Action!



In the background were the muffled but unmistakable sounds of a woman cumming. I began furiously pumping Teri and she began to spasm, moaning from her own orgasm. I continued plunging into her while the sounds of both women cumming, one shaking under my assault and one sounding foreign and very far away, filled my ears. I slowed and removed myself from Teri and had her turn over onto her back. I spread my knees under thighs, lifted her legs, and thrust forward so I could return to her warm close confines as quickly as possible. Once safely enshrouded and moving in a slow gentle rhythm, I asked Rainee if he had ever heard or seen anything like.

“No, my friend, that was a first for us. Cumming in stereo!”

Still stroking with a gentle rhythm, I asked, “Ever consider selling your business? I’d make a serious offer.” Teri’s eyes popped open in shock wondering how we would explain my new career to our children. I winked at her.

“Nah, this isn’t my job. It’s my life, my calling,” Rainee insisted.

“OK, I can respect that. Ever consider taking on a second assistant?”

“Sometimes I need extra hands around here for parties. Why? Do you know someone who might be interested?” He asked.

I looked at one of the cameras, smiled, and nodded. “But right now, I better concentrate on pleasuring this beautiful woman in front of me or you’ll never be rid of us.”

"No hurry, I wanted you to know Charlene has assumed Teri’s current position and that dildo looks red-hot from friction. It tough to know where a guy should direct his attention.” He said with a smile in his voice because there was no wrong decision.

A vision of Charlene’s body floated in front of my eyes. Shorter and bustier than Teri, she writhed as my cock filled her. As quickly as she appeared, Charlene’s image faded. I’ve never been able to hold onto those fantasies for more than a few seconds when I’m with Teri. Increasing the pace, thigh-on-thigh slapping filled the air. I smiled thinking back to Teri’s comments earlier about real sex sounds. It was only a minute or two before Teri came again. She squeezed so hard this time I could hardly move my cock, so I gently laid myself on her kissing her neck and breasts. When her cunt finally released its death grip, I moved again. I had only slid a fraction of an inch before she grabbed my ass with both hands and would not let me move. She was still catching her breath and reaching her limit when I spoke. "I know you’re up to this challenge, Honey. In fact, I’ll make you a deal. I really need to cum one more time. As soon as you help me achieve one sweet final release, we’ll head home. Doesn’t sound too tough, does it?”

“I don’t have much left, Brian. Do you have any idea how I can do that or how long it’s going to take?” Teri asked.

“What? You have somewhere to be, do you?” I asked jokingly.

“I have a date with someone who can really satisfy me,” she smirked.

“Ouch. That stings. You know, I have you digitally recorded being satisfied multiple times over the last few hours. I think the recording will show you’re not the only one doing the satisfying.” A smile remained plastered on my face.

“This guy can satisfy me in ways you’ve never dreamed. We spend most of our time together when you’re asleep.” Teri insisted.

Concerned, I utter, “Huh?”

"He’s big, very big." Teri spread her arms a foot or two while she spoke. "He’s white and he’s something you will never be... fluffy."

"Fluffy?" I was very confused.

“It’s my pillow you big lug. Take me to him. I need him.”

Phew! I wasn’t sure where that was going and didn’t want to think about it. She got me good, but I was certain she would finish what we started. “We have some unfinished business and I happen to have some ideas how you might accomplish your objective.”


“Why am I not surprised?” She pondered.

“Do you want to hear it or do you want to be a smarty-pants… smarty-bare-ass?” I asked rubbing my hands along her thighs.

“OK, ok, ok. Tell me. Tell me,” she insisted.

I spoke in a hypnotist voice, but I think it sounded more like Dracula. “You want to climb on top of me, position your pussy directly over my cock and plunge the hard shaft into your sweetly fragrant and very juicy depths. You will receive further instructions at the appropriate time.” Dracula sounded like Barry White. I am so bad at voices. “But first,” I said, “I want to kiss beautiful mouth of yours.”

We sat on the lounger facing each other with our legs over the side. My semi-hard cock dangled between us, almost drooping to lay in front of her gaping pussy that looked so inviting with the wet matted hair. I kissed her hard, but quickly softened. Our tongues quickly darted in and out of each other’s mouths. I dropped my head to her breasts and she leaned and arched her back so I would have easier access. I never tire of those breasts and neither does my cock. I was achingly hard again and felt her temperature rising too.

I broke the kiss and she straddled me as Dracula instructed. She closed her eyes as she savored the sensations. In no time, she was moving hard and fast. Fact is, if she continued I would cum very soon and I wanted her to cum with me. Dracula detailed further instructions. Without losing contact with my cock, she put each foot on the floor. She slowly stood and crouched to see how high she could rise. She lost me once or twice and got into a rhythm. Once she was moving smoothly, she pinched her nipples. When both nips stood long and proud, one hand snaked down and rubbed her clit. The sight of my wife squeezing her breasts and massaging her clit was too much.

It felt like my cum originated in my toes propelled by fiery booster rockets. It was a long, slow journey struggling for speed and altitude, but it made an impression on both of us when it arrived. Teri felt my first blast and her orgasm hit at the same time. She opened her eyes in surprise and looked at me. Just as quickly, her eyes closed and she slowly licked her lips leaving only the tip of her tongue outside her pressed lips. I hope she didn’t bite her tongue. I had bigger problems, because my cock felt like a volcano in her cunt. I was sure the top of my cock would blow off and only a stump would remain. My volcanic cum burned so good. I pumped and she bounced in frenzy. She continued rubbing her breasts and flailed as though possessed. I couldn’t believe the energy in her legs. By some miracle, my cock stayed in her cunt until the end.

As soon as my cock slipped out, Teri collapsed. She had given everything and there wasn’t a calorie of energy left. Before she fell asleep, I put her into a silk robe and laid her on the lounger. I pulled on my own robe and went to talk to Rainee. He met me outside the office. I hoped to catch a glance of Charlene but there was no sight of her. “Is there a problem with borrowing the robes and returning them next week when I pick-up the DVD?”

Rainee indicated that was no problem. I grabbed my keys and gathered our clothes. The clothes I loaded in the back of the car. I opened the passenger side door and returned to retrieve my wife. I found Rainee standing over my sleeping wife. He gazed in wonderment. “What a woman,” he said. “You have unlocked some serious passion here, my friend. I hope you can handle it.”

“She certainly surprised me. I didn’t expect we’d get past the reception area and we’ve been here for hours. I don’t know how long.”

“About six,” Rainee replied.

“Six hours?” I was shocked. “It only seemed like two or three. I need to get her home. How the hell do I get her to the car?”

Rainee responded, “I’ll carry her.” I’m not a big guy. I make my money schmoozing and golfing. Chances are I’d hurt us both if I tried to carry her, so I accepted the offer. He gently lifted her and followed me to the front. His hands created indentations in the silk where they rested with her weight. He carefully set her on the seat. While I walked around to the driver’s side, Rainee strapped Teri into the seat. Looking through the windshield, it looked like her breasts received a quick gentle caress as he pulled the seatbelt across her chest. A contented smile graced her face and she nodded slightly. I reached across, shook Rainee’s hand, and said I’d call him early next week to arrange a pick-up time. “Let’s all meet for lunch,” he suggested. I agreed and he gave Teri a kiss on her forehead before shutting the door. Moving through the deserted streets, I took a deep breath. I was again hard as I anticipated watching our evening together for years to come from the comfort and privacy of our own house. I thought she was asleep; but from the darkened recesses of the passenger seat, I heard a whisper, “I did.”

Turning my head toward her, I asked, "You did what?"

Another whisper floated across the car, “Enjoy it.”



Action!



I received an instruction from Mistress Amanda (yes, there really is a Mistress Amanda) to write a very short story without plot, jumping straight to the action. So this is a little different to the other stories she has instructed me to submit ... enjoy!

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Mistress wordlessly pushed me back onto the bed and spread my knees as she crawled between my legs. I was already aroused from the sight of her, naked but for fishnet stockings and wicked knee high fuck-me boots. She drew her lips to the head of my cock and softly kissed, teasing my hardening shaft with her fingertips and nails. The soft warmth of her lips on me made me groan gently, wanting more. 

I did not have long to wait. With a breathy moan Mistress sunk her lips down over my cock, enveloping me in the wet warmth of her mouth. Fuck, I was in heaven. Her tongue seemed to play over the surface of my cock, her teeth dragging gently on the undersides and she began slowly moving her head up and down, seeming to really savour my taste. I was fully, completely erect now. Mistress released my cock, slurping pre-cum from its tip, and rubbed her soft cheek gently against the shaft before taking me into her mouth once more. 

She began sucking intently now, fucking my cock with her face, rapidly moving up and down, sucking in on each down-stroke, swirling her tongue over the head of my cock on each up-stroke. I alternated between leaning my head up to watch the amazing sight of my Mistress sucking hard on my cock, and throwing my head back, eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations. 

I was close to cumming now, and Mistress knew it. She lifted off for one last time, smiling as she licked her lips. She didn't move far though, and after about thirty seconds of recovery she draped her tits over my cock, one each side. Mistress has lost a heap of weight, so those tits aren't as big as they once were, but they are still plump and hang deliciously, with big nipples which just beg to be sucked. She cupped those globes to my cock and began tit-fucking me from above. Within moments my pre-cum made the valley between her tits slick, and I was sliding in and out of her cleavage as though it were her pussy. It was so hot. I saw Mistress pinching and teasing her nipples as she held her tits in place, and saw the unfocussed look in her eyes which told me she was loving this too.

Loving it heaps, or so it seemed. Just when Mistress had built me towards fever pitch again, she released her tits and scrambled up the bed, her knees either side of my head. She lowered her pussy to my face, drowning me in a sea of warm, flowing pussy juice. I began to lap it up, licking the juice from her thighs and slit, plunging my tongue inside, returning time and again to her clit. Mistress began bucking her hips against my face, riding me towards a peak. At first she was as gentle as she could manage, but as her needs took hold she became more firm, almost violent, grinding herself against my face, using me as nothing more than a device to get off on. And the harder she treated me, the more I loved it.

I could tell by the sounds Mistress was making that she was ever so close to cumming. She was grinding against me hard, cutting off my air. So close. Now! She moaned one deep, long breath so long it seemed she was moaning all the air from her lungs. Her thighs tensed against the side of my head and her pussy held tight against my face. I could feel her quivering as the peak rushed through her, and eventually relaxation as she came down from the edge. She swung off me, and I gasped for air. We were not done yet though, thank heavens.

A minute or so later Mistress swung over me again. She looked a treat, still in her boots and fishnets, her hair everywhere, the unmistakable "I just came" look on her face. She poised her pussy over my cock and gradually eased herself down, taking it all the way inside. My god it felt good. She was silky smooth and wet inside, and her pussy seemed to grip my cock like a glove. Once it was in, she lay down against me, on my chest, her hands gripping my shoulders. I knew this position – she wanted to be on top, but I was to do the work. I wrapped my arms around Mistress, and began using my legs and stomach muscles to fuck my cock up inside her. She loved it, and was soon digging her nails into my shoulders, goading me on to do more. 

I redoubled my efforts, enjoying her weight on my body, the sensation of her pussy wrapped around my cock, the pain from her nails. It was physically demanding, and hard to get close to orgasm, but then suddenly I was nearly there. "Please, Mistress," I begged. "Please?"

"No" she whispered, and suddenly sat, then lifted herself off me. My cock bobbed, suddenly cool in the air compared to the warmth inside Mistress. I groaned. Three times, now. Three times I had been so close!

Mistress was kneeling beside me. "Get up behind me and fuck me," she commanded. Now that is a command any slave can love. I knelt behind Mistress doggy-style and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She wasn't having any subtlety though, and immediately pushed back, wanting my cock inside her. I gripped her hips and began stroking in and out. Her body language said she wanted more, though. I began pounding her from behind, trying to drive my cock in further and further with each thrust. "Fuck yessss" she hissed. "Fuck me hard."

This time there would be no stopping me. I pounded her hard, feeling myself helpless slip towards orgasm. Permission or not, this was going to happen. "Please, Mistress," I begged, genuine desperation taking hold. Please can I cum? Oh, fuck Mistress, I'm going to cum now! Please?"

If she said no, I was fucked. I was going to cum without permission. Not just that, I was going to cum without permission deep inside her pussy. She buried her head into the bedding and gave me the command I was desperately hoping for. "I don't care, slave, cum, but KEEP FUCKING ME HARD."

Two more strokes was all it took and I was bucking wildly, piledriving Mistress's pussy so hard I momentarily thought it might hurt her. But she was thrusting back at me, the two of us colliding violently. Grunting like a wild animal, I began pouring cum deep into her pussy, every hard thrust contributing more. She kept going, not letting me stop yet. Her breathing was laboured and she was close again. Suddenly she slumped, emitting little high pitched squeals as another orgasm wracked her.

Finally permitted to stop, I dropped to the bed beside Mistress, exchanging occasional kisses and catching our breath. Fuck, it was hot. I was one lucky, lucky slave.



Action



Many thanks to Jedbeaker for editing this story.

*

We, my wife Lisa (36), our children Emil (10) and Stella (8) and I, Lucas Franzén (37) were an average Scandinavian, small town, VVV-family. That simply means that we had a house, a Volvo V70 and a dog. 

Lisa and I met at a party, fell in love, married 12 years ago and she is still a good looking woman but in no way outstanding among her middle class friends.

Our relationship was like many others; some ups, some downs but never any real problems,

neither economic or in our sex life. I never suspected Lisa was doing anything behind my back. And I had no intentions of doing something behind her back myself. Nobody knows if such rare things as perfect families really exist, but if so, my family must have been rather close to that.

Of course, we weren't living in some soap-bubble and received many insights into unexpected

relationship problems, when several friends and acquaintances parted for different reasons. The worst of them was when the wife next door was caught in her bed with her married boss, who happens to be a cousin of my wife. The fact that the ex-neighbor Anton Larsson was and still is my best friend and his wife Emma was good friend with Lisa gave us a complete view into both our friends' and my wife's cousin's dirty divorces. 

My own problems began in a totally innocent and unexpected way. Lisa works one Saturday a month which is compensated for, with free-time after lunch every Wednesday. She really likes that deal so she can take care of her many errands while the kids are at school.

That Wednesday, I remembered that I had forgotten to ask her about doing an errand for me.

So I tried call her at our home phone after lunch but got no reply. I thought she was out and called her cell phone also without getting a reply which made me slightly confused.

We had recently bought identical new advanced smart-phones. Lisa's main tool was the high class camera that she used a lot for including pictures to the large number of messages she sent to friends and relatives. She cared less for most of the many other factory included functions, several of them undeletable junk apps. I myself was more curious about all the possibilities and took my time to try most of those apps. Now, I thought was the right time to use an app called "Latitude" which would show me in a satellite picture where Lisa's phone was at that very moment. I had expected her to be at the mall or in the town center shopping area, but to my surprise, I could see she was in or at a house just outside of town. One hour later I could see she was still there, but the third time I looked, she was in the supermarket where we shopped.

Back home after the job when I asked why she hadn't taken my call, she took up the phone, looked at her missed calls and said, "Very strange, indeed, because most of that time I was at the mall, together with Lena Nordén, looking for a new skirt that I need to buy."

"Did you find any?" I asked.

"No, but I hope for better luck the next time." 

"Do you intend to spend the whole weekend in fashion shops?"

She smiled and replied, "No, it can wait until next Wednesday."

I didn't make any further comments, but knew for sure that Lisa had told me a lie. That started a warning bell ringing in my head.

The next day after work I took a drive past the place where she had been the day before. It was on a road a short distance out of town, with forest on one side and houses on the other. There were good distances between the houses so there couldn't be any doubt about the correct address where she had been. Then it was a piece of cake for me to find out that a schoolteacher by the name of Tommy Alm was the owner and living in that house. 

Further searching about him on the official sites on the web showed that he was 35 years old and had gotten a final divorce from a marriage without children only three months ago. He didn't work in our children's school so it could hardly have been any school matters that had brought Lisa to his house. So, whatever her reason was to see this Tommy Alm at his home, it must have been some kind of private matter that she preferred not to tell me.

Without any evidence that my dear wife was into some crap with that Alm I could not tell her I was using satellites and her own phone to spy on her doings. And neither could I accuse her of lying to me without getting further information about what she was into with this teacher, since it could be something totally innocent.

However, next week on her free Wednesday afternoon, I was better prepared when the app in my phone showed that she was at his house again. I took off from my job for a couple of hours and pretended to be a bird watcher in the forest on the opposite road-side from Alm's house.

Nobody saw me there hiding in the tight bush but my binoculars gave me a perfect view of the target. Though it was obvious that Lisa's phone was in that house, I couldn't see her car, only his silver metallic Audi. 

I rang Lisa's cell phone and when she replied after several rings I asked, "Are you at the mall or going there today?"

"Yes I'm in a fashion shop at the mall. Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I've hurt my back this morning. I wondered if you could buy me a jar of Tiger Balm at the pharmacy there at the mall." 

"Of course, my darling."

"I love you for that." I said, while my thought was what a lying bitch.

About an half hour later Lisa and a man came out from the house, got into his car and after a quick kiss in the front seat they drove away. Now it was clear to me that I had witnessed a part of a dirty game. It was not too difficult to imagine what had happened in the house.

I went back to my job, stayed one hour late to calm down and when back home, I had Lisa massage my back with the Tiger Balm she had bought. Though there was no real problem with my back, it was a good excuse to avoid having sex with her.

Now it was high time to make plans to stop this farce. After some thinking my decision was clear. I would do it alone, but if Anton Larsson offered to help me it would be even better. 

When Anton heard about my problems he shook his head several times and said, "I would never think that Lisa would do the same shit to you that Emma did to me. She must have gone crazy. She really must be totally nuts for terminating a marriage as good as yours."

Then he suggested to me what to do and offered to get me what I needed to do it. I accepted.

Who knew Lisa's intentions with Tommy Alm? Have a short-time affair? Or did she really love him and was waiting for the right time to dump me? For me it didn't matter a shit, she had already soiled our marriage much more than I could take with my honor left intact.

My dear wife had a strange look on her face when I declined her invitations for sex both Friday and Saturday evenings due to my "aching back". I promised to see a doctor if the back wasn't better on Wednesday, so that put her in a slightly better mood.

The next Wednesday was an exciting day. Both my friend Anton and I had taken off from our jobs after lunch and now were sitting in his brother's car. We were parked slightly off the main road only a short distance from Tommy Alm's house. Our main interest was focused on the display of my smart phone which showed that Lisa's phone had been at the mall for almost one hour and now was in the mall main parking lot. Then it began moving in our direction. 

"That damn bitch intends to do it again." I said.

Anton nodded but didn't say anything. We guessed Lisa had eaten lunch at one of the restaurants in the mall and now Tommy Alm had picked her up for their love session.

We gave them slightly more than fifteen minutes in the house before we parked in his driveway. Since the door was locked, we rang the bell. Nothing happened. We rang again and this time a male voice shouted, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Anton replied in a loud voice, "The Electric Power Company, we have to check your meter. It will only take a minute."

After a slight delay, the door was opened by a man in a black velvet dressing gown. That was the start signal for our action. Anton hit the man hard in his solar plexus, laying him out on the floor and held him down there. I rushed past them into the house with a five liter plastic drum in my right hand searching for the bedroom which I found a few seconds later.

The sight in there put the definitive full stop to my marriage. In the bed I could see a naked Lisa trying to hide under the sheet. Without saying a word, I unscrewed the cap from my drum and poured some of its contents, a terrible-stinking mix of pig-shit and pig-piss, over the pile of male and female clothes on a chair. Then a naked, screaming Lisa ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I continued pouring a fair amount of the stinking mixture on the very expensive looking bed, then some in a wardrobe and some on the soft carpet before I left the room.

Back at the front door, Anton was still holding down the man on the floor. When Anton saw me he stood up and shouted to the man on the floor, "Try to move and I will crush your balls."

Tommy Alm didn't move and Anton threw his dressing gown open so I could pour the remaining quantity of the stinking pig-shit & pig-piss mix, about one and half liter, on my soon to be ex-wife's naked lover boy. 

Before we left Anton warned Alm that the local vigilance committee would punish him if he or Lisa contacted the police. The local vigilance committee became well known after an action some time ago when a notorious drunk driver was found chained to a lamp-post early on a Sunday morning outside a former police station. For some reason it had taken a long time for the police patrol from the county capital to get there and as they didn't know anybody in town, it had taken an even longer time for them to find a locksmith to cut off the chains. That episode was well written about in our local newspaper and even mentioned in the national tabloid newspapers. Tommy Alm understood what could happen and didn't dare to challenge the committee.

Lisa stayed away from home until Saturday morning when she brought her parents with her. She signed the divorce papers without any arguing and packed up her clothes and other personal belongings. To my great relief she didn't try any bullshit such as, "It was not what you thought it was or I'm sorry it was a big mistake". 

We even agreed about our children and the sharing of our bank accounts. Thus was ended, our once upon a time happy marriage of twelve years.

Epilog

Now since this story was written, it has been nine weeks since I found my wife Lisa naked in Tommy Alm's bed and our divorce will be final in about four months. My life is still in a terrible turmoil and I'm sure it will take a long time for me return to a normal life again.

Lisa is living with her parents and Alm has moved into his house again. He had been living in a rented trailer on his front lawn while his house was restored after my attack with the stinking pig-shit/piss.

The love story between Lisa and Tommy Alm lasted only three weeks after she left our house. She never moved into his trailer or his house and spent only some nights there. These became fewer and fewer every week. Cheating might be an exciting and romantic experience but having a real relation with the lover isn't always the main highway to happiness. At least it wasn't for my soon to be ex-wife. 

The gossip from Lisa's friends says that she and Tommy Alm had a fling when Lisa and three other wives spent a long week-end in Barcelona, Spain, two years ago. And then they happened to meet again when he got a job and bought a house in our town after his wife left him. Her friends even said that a divorce from me had never been the goal for Lisa. She had only regarded Tommy Alm as a once in the lifetime a romantic fling and had intended to stop it the week before my action. But he had persuaded her to meet him one more time which she now regretted like hell. But she didn't know it had already been too late to save our marriage, even a week earlier. However, today she knows one thing for sure, cheating stinks like hell.



Action and Reaction



I sat watching the TV. USC was playing Nebraska. It was a close game heading into the 4th quarter. Without Reggie Bush and Lendel White, USC had their hands full. I notice my wife walk out of the kitchen. She had a sour look on her face. It seems like lately she always has a sour look on her face. Two months ago our youngest had just left for college and for the first time in 18 years we were alone with each other. 

I think any time we are alone her facial expressions change. My name is Bill Jackson and I am 44 years old living in sunny Orange County, California. My wife Sheila had spent most of her adult life as a housewife raising three kids. About a year ago she had decided to go back to work. 

It was at that time that I started noticing the subtle changes in her attitude. The frequency of sex started slowly dropping off. I never made a big deal about it. I just figured that was par for the course when you were married for 22 years. 

Soon after she started working, she joined a 24 Hour Fitness gym. She could get herself back into shape. I thought that was a great idea. So I started going back to the gym on a regular basis. I need to drop a few pounds. I spent too much sitting at a desk job and not getting out into the field. I needed to do something to tone up.

I feel better getting my work-out in the early morning before I start work. I seem to have more energy at that time of the day. If I worked out in the evening, I was normally too tired to enjoy it. My wife was the opposite. She hated getting up early and would either go for a workout during a long lunch break for go right after work before coming home. 

I began to realize our schedules were making us strangers in our own home. We had always participated in the kids' school and athletic activities but, now with the kids gone, it was apparent that we shared very little in common. I could see us steadily drifting apart into our own worlds.

I tried my best to remedy the situation but with much success. I suggest nights at the movies, going out to dinner, taking a cruise, but nothing seemed to draw her interest. I knew my marriage was in trouble and a divorce was looming on the horizon. All that was missing was a trigger to set it off. It was frustrating waiting for the other shoe to drop and knowing I couldn't stop the inevitable. 

Sheila's facial expressions when I was in her presence seemed to grow sourer as each week passed. Finally, one day I asked her if anything was bothering her and if she wanted to talk about it. She turned and looked at me and said, "I am not happy." When I asked why she was not happy, she looked away and said she didn't know. 

I wasn't stupid. I know one guy's good girl just might be another guy's bad girl! So my wife may not be so innocent and faithful to "death do us part." I seriously doubted that her sexual drive had lessened in any way. Her loss of sexual desire for me probably meant that she had either found some one else or was getting close, and may be even thinking that she married the wrong guy. 

Her depression from being around me may be due to her temporarily loosing the buzz she gets from being around the guy that she has been banging. I wonder how many soul mates she has previously banged in her search for Mr. Right. 

A few days later, after dinner, Sheila told me that she wanted to separate to "find herself." She tried to convince me that she may be able to save our marriage if she could just have some space, some time to herself. What I think she really wanted was to spend more time with her lover and rid herself of the restriction of living with me, but keep the security of marriage tucked away in a little box to be brought out at her convenience. 

That idea would fly right next to the "next cold day in hell." She probably assumed that I did not suspect the real possibility of her affair and her disinterest in sex with me would still leave her with 'good girl" status in my eyes. I guess she never knew me that she would so underestimate me. I knew that I couldn't let her play me anymore. It was time to take action!

It would be easy to catch her. I hid a few small voice activated recorders around the house and underneath the seat of her car. I also planted a GPS monitor in her car so I would always know where her car was. 

It only took a couple of days to find out who se was seeing and where and when she was meeting him. The guy's name was Bob Martin, married with two kids and worked as a salesman in her office. I wasn't as upset as I was disgusted with her actions. 

If Sheila would have told me, "Look Bill, this isn't working anymore. I don't love you, the kids have left, and I want to look for some one else to spend my life with." I would have been upset and hurt, but I would have respected her for her honesty and would have moved on without any animosity. 

But that is not what she did. She snuck around behind my back looking for a replacement while hanging on to the security and life style that I provided. She mad my life miserable with her sour attitude, she cut me off form her spousal duty of providing her partner with sex, and she trashed her marriage vows for her own selfish actions.

No, I will not go quietly into the night. The punishment will fit the crime. Now I had to decide what that would be. Time was on my side and I could strike unexpectedly on my terms and on my turf. 

Several days had passed and she had already met him twice more. The fucking and the excitement must be fun, but everything, good times and bad, comes to an end. I had ruled out murder. That would be too easy and they would be dead with no long lasting punishment. No, it would have to be something that would be such an embarrassment that they could no longer continue in their jobs or live in this town. I needed to come up with something that the newspapers would have a field day with and turn them into laughing stocks of the community. 

I spent a couple days pondering different courses of action and running different scenarios. I finally knew what I was going to do. The next day I told Sheila I had a dental appointment and would be going to work later this morning. I waited for my faithful wife to go to work and went then went to her computer. I downloaded her address file in Outlook and uploaded it into my laptop. I then created a distribution list consisting of many of the employees in her company, her friends, associates, and members of her family. This way with a few keystrokes I could mass mail any file I wanted. 

I went to the bank and closed all the joint accounts and credit cards. I took the money and transferred it to accounts in the Cayman Islands. She would get the equity in the house so we would have an equal split. And I needed to be liquid. 

Next I retrieved the hidden voice activated recorders. Her one-way conversation told me that they were meeting at noon at the Holiday Inn to fuck the afternoon away. This was the chance I had been waiting for. 

I need something to frighten them quickly into submission so packed my Colt 45 auto into a small bag. That should do the trick. I then threw some other essentials into the small bag, and a bottle of an extremely effective and fast working oral saline laxative, a cherry-flavored, magnesium citrate solution. I then headed out to Motel 6. There was only one in town, and there was a Starbucks about 1/2 block away. The coffee shop would be a perfect place to wait and watch the traffic. I got out my computer to monitor her car and I waited.

As it turned out I didn't need the GPS. I saw her car go by about 11:50AM and so I step out and watched her drive into the motel parking lot. I grabbed my bag and laptop and headed across the street to the motel. There she went right to room 6. I watch him let her in. I would give them about 10 minutes before I would knock on the door. 

I walked across the street and went to the room. I banged on the door and told them, "This is the police. Open up, now." I could hear the door chain rattling and the door opened. As the door opened, I shoulder the door open and the guy landed on his ass. He wasn't expecting some one to charge through the door. Sheila was on the bed naked and gasped when she saw me. I smacked the guy on side of the head with my 45 and told him to get on the bed, face up, and if he moved, he was dead. 

I opened my bag and took out a roll of duct tape and tossed it to Sheila. I then told her to shut up if she didn't want me to shoot her too. I said, "You whore, tape his hands and feet to the bed posts. Do it now!" I chambered a round and told her one sound and she was done for. When she had finished binding lover boy, I told he to go sit in the corner. I then added more duct tape to bind his hands and feet to the bed post. This dud wasn't going anywhere. 

I then told Sheila to lie on her back top of him with her ass on his chest near his face. I then put a couple of pillows on his legs for Sheila to rest her head in an elevated position. Next, I duct taped Sheila's legs to the bed post. They were both scared shitless because they thought I was going to kill them. 

I took out the bottle of the laxative. I had previously removed the label so she had no idea what it was. I told her to drink it down and if she spit it out I would drop her like a sack of bricks. She finished the bottle like a good girl and I told it was carbonated cherry flavored water and she had nothing to worry about. She seemed to relax. I told her to layback on the two pillows. I wanted her head and chest elevated above her stomach. I then finished duct taping her hands to the bed posts. 

I got out my Palm Treo and snapped a couple of photos of the cute couple. I took my laptop out of the bag and booted it up. I have a Satellite connection on my laptop through Sprint so I can access the Internet from practically anywhere. 

I then walked over and snatched her panties off the floor, stuffed them in lover boys mouth, and duct taped his mouth shut. I grabbed his jockey short and walked over to my wife and shoved them in her mouth and duct taped her mouth shut. 

I then walked into the bathroom and got a large glass of water and went to sit down in a chair. I drank the water quickly. I was thirsty. Well, I looked at my watch and figured I had about 10 more minutes to go. I turned on the TV and couldn't believe my luck. The Jerry Springer show was on and they had two fuglies battling each other over some skinny guy with no teeth - unbelievable! 

Just then I heard my wife start moaning into the jockey shorts. She started twisting back and forth and appeared to be in some discomfort. Then it happened. It was an explosion of epic proportions! A bowel movement exploded out of her ass, landing all over the Jerry Springer and her lover boy's face. I said to myself, "This woman must not have had a crap in a couple of days!" I told her this is really disgusting and she should go the bathroom more frequently. I snapped a couple of more photos. I had what I need. I down loaded the photos into my laptop, pulled up Outlook, attached the four photos to an email, put "Cheaters Caught in the Act" as the subject, attached the distribution list, and hit the send button. Was this a cruel and unusual punishment, perhaps, but perhaps not? I guess it depends on who is the judge. 

I then packed up my laptop and my other essentials. I said, "Hasta la vista, wifey, and have a good life! You shit on me and our marriage so I thought it would be fitting for Bob to experience being shit on too! By the way, you're shitting is now public so have fun living and working in this town!" 

Just before I border my flight to the Cayman Islands, I pulled out my cell phone and called Motel 6 and told the clerk that there was a couple in Room 6 that was in urgent need of his assistance. I told him, "I think the shit has hit the fan!"

I wonder if Sheila and Bob continued there affair? Oh well, if they did, it must be true love! But if I know her, it won't be too long before she shits on him again. Life goes on...

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Action at Omega Beacon



SOL 

2191 A.D.

Ajax hauled two passengers besides the load of “extra-formulated” Serenity tablets that he was paid to carry. The others were along for the ride and to provide company. Transit from Lalande 21185 was a 42 month nap in the icebox: a cold-sleep pod, the easy part. He shivered from the lingering effects at times but his passengers had fared worse. 

His female passenger was added to the log when Utbird 3, his Sokhoi-500 medium freighter, passed out of radio contact with the Transterran factory-stations churning out meds. Her name was Vexus and, unlike the man minding the engines, had not paid for her passage across light years. Ajax found her in the ship’s galley gnawing a ration-pack. Then and there the girl offered him a deal. Just as positive tendencies developed into good habits, the opposite was also true. His bad habits were anchored by well-buried roots.

The girl, Vexus, wept silently and strained against the cargo straps that spread her like Vitruvius Woman. She was anchored in space between the inner surfaces of the Utbird’s small pilot stateroom. The cuffs holding her to the straps were kept onboard as a precaution. Ajax trusted very few people, especially not when it meant taking stupid, unnecessary chances. Inside-job was a favorite of more than one pirate gang. 

Ajax studied her naked proportions and let his mind drift. What would a man with imagination do in this situation? Maybe I should start with what I wouldn’t do, he thought as he as he maneuvered around Vexus in zero-g. Not a bad looker. Those weak station diets always make them so thin. Nice ass, no bosums. “You’ve got an amazing body. How much time do you put on the gravity bike?”

“There isn’t much else on the station to do.” Vexus said as he wiped her nose with a cloth. The stray hairs that escaped from her tight brunette bun hung in space around her head. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. No need for tears, Vex. Now you’re part of the crew,” Ajax said and smirked when “maybe that’s what she’s afraid of” arrived by thought. “Enjoy yourself. This is going to be the best fun you’ve ever had in your life. Doing this in zero-G is a unique experience, believe me. There really is no wrong position.”

“Then how-come you haven’t untied me?”

“Because for this to work one of us has to be an anchor, otherwise inertia takes over and we go tumbling into things. Does that make sense? Basic Physics have to be taken into account. There’re a few sharp edges around that might hurt.”

“Do it.” Tears rolled off her eyelashes into perfect spheres that drifted away from her face. Behind the supplication in her brown eyes he could see a thousand nightmarish thoughts of things that happened to stowaways. 

“Patience, Vex, patience. A man has to have consideration when he’s presented with this sort of opportunity. That’s why we dropped out of transit early. The autopilot can get us through the beacon line at this point. We got weeks before we make planet-fall,” He drifted softly onto her back. She trembled at his touch as he reached around and cupped her breasts. His hot breath was on her neck. “I’ve been having thoughts, Vex.”

“Like what?” She said as he thumbed her nipples. His flaccid cock was cradled between her buttock cheeks and growing stiffer by the moment.

“Tell me what Transterran fems like,” He said. Vexus gasped as he ran a hand down her stomach to the thin plot of dark hair covering her sex-mound. He crooked a finger inside of her and found that the dampness he expected was missing. “I’ve never had Transterran.”

“The station sucks,” Vexus said as he lifted himself off of her and spun in place. “It’s all routine. School, work, play and family times are the same each station cycle. Every second of every cycle I have a place to be on the schedule.”

“What do you do in the play time?” Ajax said as he spit at his hand. The semi-liquid formed into a ball that bounced off his skin when hit touched. A cupped hand guided the glob between her legs and onto her sex. She twitched once as he rubbed in with his palm. 

Vexus closed her eyes as she felt a tingle. “There’s no privacy. We cram ourselves into one-person shower pods just so two can exchange pleasures. Our families arrange matches. If they are kind, sometimes they leave us alone together during family time, but that’s rare.” 

Ajax used a fingertip to circle her clitoris. “Are you a virgin, Vexus?”

“I lost it spinning in a multi-axis,” She gasped. “During zero-g training.”

“Do you like training?”

“Yes,” She bit her lip as Ajax slipped a finger into her, then a second. “All I ever did was go out tethered to a collar.”

“Were you scared?” Ajax said and planted a nibble on her smooth taint.

“At first, then I realized it was nothing to be afraid of.”

“Are you scared now?” Ajax said and paused his treatment.

“No.” She sniffled and shook her head.

“Good,” Ajax slid around her body until her pubic pelt was in his face. His erect penis was poised near her chin. She obliged by lowering her head until she took his first four inches between her lips. He groaned. “Very good.”

He locked his legs against her arms and buried his face in her vagina. Vexus made sounds of pleasure that mixed with the smack of wet suction on his manhood. He picked his head up as the ship’s PA system came to life with an automated warning. Because the ship was of Russian manufacture, the message arrived in Russian first. The translation software he’d installed repeated it in English.

“Proximity alert. Proximity alert. Proximity alert.”

“Always when I’m eating,” Ajax sighed with disgust. He detached himself from Vexus and floated toward the hatch. His first duty was the safety of his ship. The autopilot had been programmed with specific parameters about things requiring pilot attention. Objects passing close-by raised a red-flag in the ship’s rudimentary A.I. He caressed Vexus on the flanks as he floated past. “Patience, Vex, I’ll be right back.” 

***

Ajax zipped his flight suit and slid into the pilot’s acceleration couch. Once the alarm had been silenced he brought up the sensor log and did a often practiced review. The cause of the alarm was immediately obvious.

“What the hell is going on up there?” The engineer called up from the engine room. “What was that alarm for?”

“My fixer was right, I’m picking up a gap in the radar coverage, those beacon stations must’ve been drifting. Good news for us. How are you holding up back there? Did you face stop swelling?”

The reply was a belch over the ship’s intercom. 

Kupier regions outside Sol system were places that, if mapped like ancient explorations of Earth, would have been marked as unknown territory with the warning, “there be dragons here.” Neptune marked the theoretical inner boundary. 

“Once we’re through this, it’ll be an easy burn the rest of the way in.”

“Reactors stable,” Todt called up from the engine compartment with a belch. He was the best star-drive engineer available when Ajax had launched from the Lalande 21185 system for Earth. His real name was Todt but he matched the other well. “If I get caught in Sol system, it’s SolMax for both of us.”

“Quit worrying, Toad. I’ve shot this line a dozen times with no aborts,” Ajax said and extended the sensor array from its housing. “You’ll be back on Mars in time for the twelfth hour news. I need you to focus on keeping that reactor cooking.”

Lessons learned from 30 years of trial-and-error helped him anticipate things. Life had become a constant process of insight and adjustment. 20 cumulative years spent in cold sleep didn’t show. The deep lines creasing his face were from concentration.

“Standby for main engine start,” Ajax said. Utburd 3, his abused Sukhoi freighter, flared as it emerged from the displacement tunnel created by its transit drive, an ex-military TIL unit that was reliable and took parts that were commonly available. “The beacon can detect the flare. Customs will send a detachment to have a look around.”

“Nozzle temperatures are in the safe range.” Todt said. He had started the celebration of his return to Sol early and was smashed on Centauri brandy.

“No wonder I got you so cheap, Toad.” 

“A trained monkey could run this system,” Todt retorted. “I’ve been babysitting an automation since we jumped. What did you expect me to do?”

“Know how to push the reactor shut-down switch if we start going critical.” Ajax said and listened to the hull groan as he flipped a toggle. The drone on the freighters outer hull detached as he fired the 120-pound thrusters, inducing right rotation to turn the Utburd’s tail toward distant Sol. The drone, a robotic decoy had taken up the forward docking ring- now there was no getting off the ship except by life-pod, space-dock, or soft landing.

Carried along by the Utburd's inertia, the drone powered up and initiated transit twelve seconds after launch, continuing on the heading that Utburd 3 was curving away from as Ajax fired the main engines and decelerated.

The spray of heavy Lithium and Berylium atoms produced by the drives provided .003 G constant. Larger, more powerful boosters generated enormous thrust for high-speed running but devoured fuel. He’d installed massive tankage for extended maneuvering.

“How’s it look up there?” Todt called up. “Tell me when we’re through so I can start open a fresh bottle. The last one was only half full.” 

“We’re not even officially in-system yet,” Ajax said as the first signals coming into his passive sensors showed a radar gap between the Omega and Tau beacons four hundred kilometers wide. He usually snuck in through other, more time consuming approaches, but his fixer at Horseman Station clued him to the secret route. “But as long as they concentrate on the drone we should be able to slip right in. Get your bottle and both of you strap in. We’re gonna be maneuvering.”

“Fuel system primed.”

Ajax shook his head as Todt hiccuped. Zero-gravity made one gassy but the man had been overdoing it. The ship rattled as a two-minute main engine burn oriented the Utburd’s shield of RADAR-absorbent-material to the signals from the distant sensor outposts, putting them on a vector to shoot through the static haze at the fringes of the outposts electronic sights. 

Why can’t they all be this easy? Ajax thought as he watched the signal wave from the beacon on the virtual oscilloscope. As a last resort, the ECM arrays mounted on the trailing face of the Utburd would actively disrupt any attempt to localize him while he broke contact. No trace. The Customs Authority console-jockeys fighting sleep at their posts might not even notice first contact. There would be no second.

“It’s about time,” Todt said while Ajax checked the temperature of the engine nozzles. All the man seemed to know besides engines was how to make demands. “We had a deal. You fly the ship, I work the engines. Do you get where I’m going with this, Kinkaid?”

“Helm online, navigation online,” Ajax said and pulled on his harness to make sure it was locked down. “Hold onto your lunch-paste, Toad, here comes gravity,” His eyes dropped to the countdown on the engine display. “In ten…”

Todt groaned. “The crushing hand returns.”

“Nine,” Ajax boosted gain to his primary dish as the second-hand speaker wired to the nearest bulkhead came alive. His eyes shifted to the sine wave that rippled across the sensor display. Ajax rubbed his cheek as he considered the implications and said, “Hold on. I think we might have something.”

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

There was another signal coming in over the one from the beacon, the sensors picked up a fan of energy and translated it to audio and visual form. A constant tone rose and fell in volume with a corresponding wave.

“We’re being scanned by something close. Real close.”

The peak power on the signal was 60GHz in the XV-band and getting stronger as the source got closer. He was alone in the cockpit and the chill spreading through his body only reinforced that fact. Toad’s face disappeared as he put his head against the camera.

“What?”

Ajax removed the goggles, unlocked his harness and slid out of the seat in micro-gravity, easing his head into the observation dome built into the hull. It gave him a bubble view of open space and filling the void before him was a fleet, three big cruisers in close, line formation surrounded by smaller escorts: fast destroyers. 

“Do you remember that one percent chance I was telling you about before we jumped out of Lalande?” Ajax said, referring the chance that they’d be spotted. “I think it just caught up with us.”

“Don’t play with me, Melvin.”

One of the escorts had broken off from the main group and was approaching on an intercept vector. The range finder built into the dome indicated that it was twelve hundred kilometers away and closing in. He had no room to attempt an evasion. Unlike Utburd and Utburd 2, both agile F-300 fighters, Utburd 3 maneuvered like a sick whale.

“Ship registry zero-six-zero-four-seven-two-charlie, this is Devonshire, you are in a restricted area. Reduce your speed and prepare to receive customs inspectors.” A voice blared out across the Guard channel. Everyone kept one ear on it for it was the one everyone listened to.

“Ajax, what’s going on up there?” Toad called up from the engine room. “Tell them to chew your drive nozzle. I think it means ‘I-surrender’ in Terran dialect.”

“That slime set me up,” Ajax whispered to himself. He’d been betrayed. There was only one person who knew his timetable so precisely- Flick, his Centauri fixer. Ajax eased the yaw control stick to the side, firing the 50 pound thrusters at the nose and tail, rotating the ship to point the main engines at his direction of travel. “If I get out of this I’m going to find him and flush him out an airlock.”

“Why are we decelerating?” Toad called up from the engine room again. “I thought you done this a hundred times before.”

“They’re already maneuvering on us. If we even look like we’re about to start an evasion attempt they’ll pop us without a second thought. Hop in a pod if you want to take the chance. They might never find you out here, and I mean never.”

“We’re on the Sol system boundary. I’ll take my chances.” Todt said and his face disappeared from the vid screen.

“Toad, wait!” A red warning light went off as a life-pod was ejected from the dorsal surface of the spacecraft. Ajax silenced the alarm and watched the end coming. 

The trailing warship resembled a long slab with turrets and engines attached to one end. Its approach face was brightly lit by a corona of reflected sunlight, close enough for him to see turret weapons trained in on him.

“Attention ship, registry number zero-six-zero-four-seven-two-charlie, this is RN Devonshire. You are in a restricted area, reduce speed and prepare for boarding. Reduce your speed and prepare for boarding."

Ajax put revenge out of his mind and pondered his few options. Utburd 3 was larger than Devonshire but not a warship. The only armament the ship carried was a turret mounted HEPAC (High Energy Plasma Acceleration Cannon) to ward off pirates.

A light of potent intensity streaked across the freighter's nose, tinting the control cabin with a red glow. The sensors identified it as a shot from the ventral turret on the Devonshire- a 300 Gw HEPAC. He had received his last warning.

"Devonshire, cease fire, I am complying, I am fuel critical,” Ajax said as he tried to keep his voice from shaking. “I’m set for a gravity capture with Jupiter and cannot abort." 

“If that’s true you have our deepest sympathies, sir. Our readings indicate you hold a level-one controlled substance in your forward spaces. Our directives in this case are quite clear.”

Utburd 3 shook with impacts as the Devonshire engaged its main-guns. The Transterran goods in his hold were banned from the Sol system like the company that manufactured them. If not confiscated, they would be destroyed, along with the unfortunate ship that carried them. The nearest escape pod was on the next deck. Ajax unstrapped himself and made haste for the hatch.

He was pulling himself into the pod when he heard someone screaming: Vexus. His plethora of invectives was insufficient to describe the rage he felt at his own stupidity. Instead, he saw ugly red symbols appear in his mind dripping feces, things painful to look at. He pounded a fist on the nearest hull support. “Goddammit!”

The Utbird issued a scream of its own, first a Hepac strike, then the sound of groaning metal. A compartment near engineering had just been vented. He pushed himself out of the pod and scrambled up the ladder toward the forward deck like swimming through glue. He took his military knife from a cargo pocket as he paused at the hatch. It opened half-way but froze when the engineering deck was hit and the ship lost power. He clenched the blade in his teeth and squeezed through.

Vexus stopped screaming as Ajax drifted into the pilot’s stateroom arrested himself with a cargo strap. He took the knife from between his teeth and applied its fine blade to the strap. In less than ten seconds, Vexus floated free. Ajax caught her by the wrist and towed her toward the hatch.

“What’s going on?” She said as the ship shuddered again. 

“You saved your own life, kid.”

They were in the pod and away before Devonshire’s guns inflicted catastrophic damage but had a courtside view of Utburd3 being shot to pieces. Ajax contemplated his fate. His string of successes had ended.

An armored shuttle appeared outside the single viewport before an hour had passed, using a manipulator arm to drag the pod into the rescue bay. A security team removed him and placed him in restraints for the trip to the Pallas asteroid and the SolMax facility dug into its surface. Vexus was taken into custody. Toad was gone.



***

USS Constellation

“Tactical, conn. Sound General Quarters.” The XO called out.

“Sound general quarters, Aye.”

“Hey, Jena, it’s showtime,” The navigator, Tali, called back. “You know what I think? How can they tell us we don’t have the best gear?”

It cost the fleet a million credits to get you this far. Don’t tank it now. Mitchell- Jena- C- US301073F- USVF/NORCOM thought and wiped her sweaty palms on her legs of her light vacuum suit. “You got it right, Tal.”

She slid her finger under the plastic safety cover on the console at her hips and flipped up the lid, settling her fingertip on the button beneath it. Pushing the key until it clicked, she braced, waiting for the GQ horn to sound. The battle lights would come up first, so as the bridge dimmed and the shadows turn crimson, she took a reinforcing breath. The klaxon was mounted right over her duty-station so she jumped as the alarm went off. It was loud, and at a maddening pitch, one just right to spur instant action. 

“Tactical control to section O-I-C’s, red alert. Status update… go.” She said. The siren would stop when all sections reported in and she delivered her summary report to the deck officer.

C'mon, c'mon. She mentally urged on those who she could hear but not see- those crewmen racing to their duty stations and the petty officers hurrying them on.

“Tactical, sensor control. Configuring high-gain array, initiating boom extension… stand-by… secondary receivers in position… negative contact.”

“Sensor, tactical,” Jena said as the first reports began coming through her station. “Increase power to mass detectors and continue to monitor. Tactical out.”

She closed one comm-channel and then allowed another signal through.

“Tactical, weapons control. ‘Cuda A.I.’s loaded in tubes one through five and decoys in six, seven, and eight, ready to go. Main batteries charging and on standby. Secondary batteries charging and on standby. Close-in systems on standby. Thirty seconds to main battery charge.”




Action at Omega Beacon



The channel was closed. Another check was completed and noted in the automated log monitoring her station. 

“Tactical, ECM control. ECM shield online. Jammers on-line. Screens charging, two minutes.”

Three down now.

“Tactical, engineering. All systems are nominal. Reactors are running at seventy percent combined capacity. Our drive core at eleven hundred degrees centigrade and stable. Wait one… I think we might have an issue down here.”

“Not surprising engineering. We’re fresh out of the yard.” Jena said as she brought up the engineering display and scanned it for irregularities. There were none that she can see, but the engineering team from Northrop Space Systems was still flushing out gremlins. In a potentially hostile situation, Constellation could not afford to be hamstrung.

“We’re starting to get some fluxes in the main pressurized coolant line for drive three. Core temperature is starting to rise. I just got warning lights across the board.”

“Engineering, tactical. What is your situation?” Jena said as she noticed Commander Ellison, the 1st Officer, frown and hold the ear-piece of his comm-set closer. He listened in for a moment then started her way. She could hear a coolant pump thumping over the open channel and the beat of her heart accelerated to match its pace. The inner-workings of warships were not supposed to thump.

“Tactical, engineering. It looks like there’s crack in the coolant pump for drive number-three. The core temperature just spiked into the warning zone… safety interlocks are set at two-thousand degrees and will run the automated shutdown routine in ten seconds.”

“Helm, tactical. We’re about to lose number three. Be ready to compensate.” Jena said and waited for the "fault" alarm on her mimic panel to light. Constellation had twelve main engines. Each one was a Starhorse 1200 beefed up with the TIL military boost conversion, they were grouped in clusters of four and pushed “Connie” through the vacuum. The nozzles were arranged for optimum performance beneath the engine shroud and the loss of one was a minor handicap. If all twelve cut out, so would the artificial gravity. 

“Tactical, helm: standing by,” Ensign Bradley called back from the controls. “I’m getting new engine settings from the command node.”

Bradley was a lanky kid from New York and never said much past reports or answers to questions. Once Jena asked him why he joined. His answer was “desperation.”

Jena quickly reviewed the data and said, “Accept new settings.” 

“Tactical, commo. Omega beacon reports no contacts for plus thirty hours and no new bearings.”

“Commo, tactical. Log it.” Jena said. The core temperature for drive #3 was reaching into the critical zone, the heat level heading past magma towards solar-flare. The Starhorses were powered by the clutch of Confederated Fusion pods squatting in the engineering compartment. 

“Engineering, tactical. Talk to me.” She said and focused on the sensor display. Their sister-ships, the Independence and Audacity, were creeping up from its position aft. Constellation wore #22 on her engine shroud and she had the better tech so led the action group in.

Passive sensors were sniffing hard for a trail of waste; heavy ions: Lithium or Beryllium spewed into the void from atomic powered drives, crystalline clouds of sewage vented into the abyss and flash frozen by the absence of any heat. They had been looking for twelve hours and come up with nothing.

The Indy trailed by 20 Km, well behind and below the radioactive wash of Connie’s glowing drives. Audacity was 20 Km behind her, also Intrepid-class but wearing different colors- that of the Royal Navy. The destroyer Hoel was a far-off spot, running sensor picket at 6000 Km.

"Engineering, tactical- sound off." Jena said as the engineering display beeped an alarm as the #3 drive overheated and went off-line.

“Conn, engineering. We have to shut down number three for an auto-pump replacement. There's a crack in the pump housing. We snuffed the reaction in the drive-core with high-pressure Argon.”

“Engineering, tactical. How will this affect our ability to maneuver?” 

“Tactical, engineering. Control thrusters will be unaffected. We could vent some reactor mass to try and get number three restarted, but I wouldn’t recommend it right now. We’re checking all the spares for defects."

“Engineering, tactical. Wait one." Jena said and opened a new channel, then rubbed her fingers on the legs of her uniform. Just forward of her position was the Nav station. “Nav, tactical. Is your system adjusting?"

The navigator, Lieutenant Tali, a diminutive brunette with Asian features looked back from the navigator's couch and gave her a thumbs-up.

"Tactical, nav. That's affirmative," Tali said smartly. "Our current trajectory is unaffected and if we go into transit minus one engine, it shouldn't throw us off by much, eight minutes off the plot per parsec is my read. I can live with that. We're not going to Alpha Centauri."

"Nav, tactical, roger that." Jena said and closed the channel. Jena would have rechecked the calculations of anyone else. "Engineering, tactical. Go ahead."

"Tactical, engineering. We're starting to get a temperature buildup in the other engine cores. I’ll have to divert some coolant from the climate control system. It'll take up the slack, but it’s going to get hot.” 

“Engineering, tactical… wait one.” She said as a signal from the ECM pit lit the mimic board that surrounded her, so she routed it through with the touch of an icon.

“ECM, tactical. Go.” She said and adjusted the flexible boom mike jutting from the jaw-pad of her helmet.

“Tactical, ECM control,” The ECM officer said. “Screen capacitors at maximum charge.”

“ECM, tactical. Out.” She said and cleared her throat, turning to look for Commander Ellison. When Captain Crites was off of the bridge, Ellison ran the show. He stood behind her, his arms clasped behind his back and a quizzical look on his angular face.

“Sir, engineering reports that drive number three has been shut down… there’s a crack in the primary coolant pump. The other engines are compensating, but it will affect jump performance and climate control.”

“Start thinking critically, Lieutenant. When you’re in charge and this happens, what are you going to do?” Ellison said as the front stretch of the circuit he paced took him past her station.

“I’d put a rush on the engine, sir. We don't know what's we're up against," Jena said. "In a combat environment, we'd need to be at one-hundred percent.”

“I concur. Get engineering on it, and remind Mister Dreedle to keep his men alert. Make sure they have our mass detectors online.”

“Aye-aye, sir.”

“And Mitchell,” The XO said and paused as he keyed his command code into an auxiliary terminal to silence the alarm.

“Yes, sir?” She said. Her voice overwhelmed the quiet buzz coming from the other bridge stations as the obnoxious honking suddenly quit.

“You got your summary logged and delivered in less than five minutes this time. That’s outstanding work. The less I have to listen to that damned noise the better.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jena said. “I think that’s the best time we’ve logged yet.”

“Keep it up and it could mean some extra shore leave when we get to Mars.” Ellison said. The crew knew that in him they had an advocate, fortunate because the CO, Captain Richard Crites, was an angry man. A bomb with a fuse shortened by a low-tolerance for any failure except his own, Crites knew what being Captain was about, there was no way but his way.

“Roger that, sir,” Jena said and allowed herself a tiny smile. “I’d trade it in to get those engineers to work harder on the coolant pump though.”

“Be careful, Lieutenant,” Ellison corrected as he walked past the Helm and Nav stations. “The line between high speed and hoo-shah is very fine.”

“Yes, sir.” Jena said and grinned.

“The good officer knows how to walk it and when to step down on either side.” Ellison said over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir,” Jena said and dropped her head as she felt a warm flush race through her face. There are plates on all the consoles, a stylized logo with three letters, USA, a symbol of Constellation’s pedigree.

She traced the raised edges on the plate with a finger. The new Intrepid-class design came out of the United Space Alliance shipyard were intended to replace the aging Fast-class heavy cruisers in the Northern Combine fleet; decaying, Neo-colonial hulks, drifting in massive orbital depots: bone-yards where they waited to be slagged. Ellison stopped as he spied her musing.

“Changing times brought a need for better weapons, better systems, and better speed,” Ellison said as he paced the rail beneath her. “The Intrepid-class has all of that, plus longer range and increased power.”

“Lockheed delivered the conceptual plans, sir, and Northrop does the tests,” Jena said. She spent most of her off-duty time reading manuals. “Boeing assembles the primary hull and Rockwell puts in the rest. Thirty six months from keel-laying to launch.” 

She put her head up when she heard the hiss of the seal breaking on the hatch behind her and turned to see who had switched it open. 

“Captain on the bridge!” Ellison loudly called. Everyone within earshot pulled it together. They had to when the old man was around.

“Carry on, Mister Ellison, I have the conn,” Crites said as he jogged up the short ladder to the command chair and settled into position. “Lieutenant Mitchell, tactical report, please.”

His voice chaffed when he called her name.

“Quickly, Lieutenant! If this were combat we’d be dead by now!” Crites called down. Jena took a deep breath. 

"Sir; all stations manned and ready, AI’s loaded and on stand-by, all guns charged and trained out along last known threat bearing, sensors functioning nominally, no contacts yet on watch record. Engine number three is down for a coolant pump replacement. Engineering estimate six hours to repair."

She completed her summary report and surveyed the rest of the bridge. Her station was an acceleration couch mounted in the middle of a semicircular pedestal. Banks of quick action keys were mounted within easy reach; petals on a high-tech flower warmly lit by a halo of hanging monitors. Luminous spouts showered her in the radiance of flowing information.

The other bridge stations were less grandiose, just pits in the decking. The crew was jammed in next to the instruments arrayed in horseshoe fashion around the command island. It was a grand position but one at the center of the Captain’s sight.

“If you do nothing else this watch, Mitchell, keep me informed about the status of that engine.”

“Yes sir.” Jena said. The command chair where Crites controlled them all was behind her, against the bulkhead, and required a short ladder to climb up to. 

“Tactical, nav control,” Tali radioed back. “We’re coming up on our last checkpoint, initiate maneuvering burn on my mark in ten…”

“Tactical, helm control. Navigation uplink received and locked in. RCS primed and on stand-by, firing in eight…” Bradley declared from his. They sat at the front of the compartment and were an unlikely duo. 

“The marvel twins are wired tight today.” Jena said with a quiet laugh shared by Ellison and both looked forward toward the helm station. Tali hated the name but she and Collins worked so well together that it fit.

“Conn, sensor. New contact at eight-hundred thousand kilometers. The target is moving at point two five AUH, approach vector two-seven-four-zero-two-seven. We’re picking up multi-spectral radiation. It could be a jump flare. I think we caught someone coming out of transit.”

“Sensor, this is the captain speaking, report.” Crites ordered from the command chair. The sensor pit is to her left. When she looked down on it, most of the sensor team was absorbed in the data stream from the sensors, sorting the pertinent chaff from the wheat and sifting for nuggets that should not have been there.

“New contact, jump flare. Independence got the initial detect, we just confirmed it.” Chief-of-Boat (COB)Dreedle said. He drilled his team hard but they were precise. The Intrepid-class boats needed the best.

“You’re team needs to be moving faster, senior chief,” Crites said. “We just lost points for that.”

She watched Dreedle make his rounds, pacing from one end of the sensor pit to the other. She lost sight of him as he turned down the back aisle in the pit, but every two-minutes on the step she would see his face emerge at the other end.

"Come on, Connie, show me what you got." Sensorman-3rd Timmons said from his station just below her. A wizard with the synthetic aperture array, if Dreedle was on the backstretch, Timmons would coax out its secrets with words.

“Keep it quiet unless you get something, Timmons." Dreedle snapped as he passed, cuffing the sensor tech on the back of the helmet as a reminder.

"Aye, aye, Chief. Negative trace since initial event,” Timmons said as he straightened his headgear. “Whoever it was, it looks like he got away clean."

“Conn, commo. We’ve picked up a message from Omega beacon. Priority urgent- text only.”

“Put it through.” Crites said and the printer in the commo-pit started scrolling. The secondary receiver, a small parabolic-dish mounted on the bottom of the long hull, continuously tracked in on the nearest ground-control transmitter.

“Contact report from Omega beacon. They’re picking up some displacement waves,” Ellison said and scanned over the sheet as he tore it away from the printer and walked it to the command-island. “It looks like what just came out of transit went right back into it.”

“He might’ve dropped out to get a positional fix, sir.” Dreedle said, though Jena had heard Timmons forward the idea.

“This area’s restricted. If we catch him, it’s an automatic impound,” Crites said and gave the hardcopy back to Ellison once he had looked it over. “If there’s any contraband on board, maybe we’ll get a share. Log it and continue to monitor,” He lowered the VR helmet over his seat into place over his head. “What’s problem down there, fire control?”

"Conn, fire control. We just got a "fault" alarm on tube one." Lt. Florez called in from the fire-control pit to her left. He was a ten-year veteran with a frontier deployment in his records, and had come to the Constellation from the Fast-class cruiser White Plains, as a full Commander.

"Damn it! Does nothing on this ship work right?" Crites snapped and pounded a fist on the arm of his command chair. “I’m logging a complaint with the shipyard when we get back.”

Constellation, only nine months out of the Victory Luna construction yard, was still undergoing builder’s trials when the call to action had come. Jena snickered as a Northrop tech tinkering in an open panel beneath her station shot Crites a mal look. 

"Fire control, conn. Reload tube one and run systems checks on all torpedoes in the magazine." 

The shielded communications room and the ECM control were the prongs on the horseshoe around the command-island, behind her and out of sight. Only voices in her headset kept them from being out of mind.

Jena detachedly listened and watched on her Engineering display as core temperatures crept upward. Crites was increasing speed to cover more search area in less time, they’d need to refuel before much longer, but the mission had tanker support.

Peltier coolers mounted to the hull drew waste heat out of the circulating coolant, transferring it into the thick RAM armor to be radiated away. The system worked adequately, but the interior of the ship often got hot enough to cause heat exhaustion, or conditions even worse. Optimal power allotments were still being determined.

“Excuse me, sir.” She said and got Ellison’s attention with a wave as she wiped at the line of sweat beading on her forehead. He was beneath her in moments; face up with an inquisitory look.

“Yes, Mitchell?”

“The Captain might want to keep an eye on the temperature, sir," Jena said. "If it gets much hotter, people are going to start getting dehydrated, even more so when we finish our maneuvering burn and go back to micro-gravity.”

“Excellent thinking,” Ellison said and nodded his agreement. He moved to the nearest intercom. “Engineering, conn. What’s the status of the heat index? When will it stabilize?” 

The head of engineering was Captain-2nd Nolan. Captain-1st Crites riled at having an equivalent rank on board but Nolan was rarely seen outside of the engineering spaces.

“Conn, Engineering. Look for it to level off at about ninety-two degrees Fahrenheit,” Nolan replied. “If the good captain wants to know, I’d say we’re radiating about seventy-percent of our total signature right now.”

“He’s been advised,” Ellison said and closed the audio-link. “Just be thankful that our total signature isn’t much.”

Jena believed that a weapon used improperly was as dangerous to the user as it was to the target, learned from endless nights awake reading the classics; “Studies in zero-g maneuvering,” and “Astro-navigation Fundamentals.” Her junior year in the program was a discourse on “The Art of War.” Her ship was being applied improperly. 

The Constellation, used to the doctrine and mission designed for, was an assassin’s knife. Until she activated her search radar to unleash torpedoes and main-gun fire, she was a shadow on the starfield- the black RAM armor absorbed radar signals from 10GHz to 200GHz.

"Conn to all section O-I-C’s,” Crites called. “Make your head index red. Double water rations to all personnel. The heat index is red.”

Jena removed a ration packet from a storage bin beneath her console and punctured the foil package with the beveled end of the plastic straw provided with it. Power from the atmospheric controls was being transferred to weapons as the systems cleared for action.

"Conn, commo. There’s a message coming in from Omega beacon. It’s a redbird.”

"Increase alert status,” Crites said as he tugged on the strap across his waist. “Decode the signal and put it through to my station.”

“We’re already at maximum readiness, sir,” Ellison said. “We were running an exercise when this came in. What’s the reason?”

“Our control zone is hot today. Omega beacon just got another hit on some unauthorized traffic,” Jena said and established a hotlink, putting the sensor feed from the beacon through. “Multiple signatures, they got three good returns before they lost contact.”

“Mitchell, have you identified them yet?” Crites called down.

“Sir, the shipping index says that they're destroyers- Kormorant-class,” Jena said as the computer matched the signal characteristics to known EuroCon designs. “It could be Seven Kreigsmarine.” 

“What the hell is going on here?” Ellison said and walked the rail until he stood below her station. “Mitchell!”

“Sir?”

"What combat groups have Kormorants assigned?" He said. 

"There's only two, sir. Five Kreigsmarine and Seven Kreigsmarine." She said, entering the hull type into the computer. The processors in the logic core did the rest, bringing up a list of all the EuroCon squadrons known to float that type of ship.

"Where does the latest intelligence put Seven Kreigsmarine?” Ellison pondered as he looked up at her, rubbing his chin, an unconscious movement she’d come to recognize when he was thinking.

"New Saxony. At least the bulk of it is," Jena said. "Kormorants have been reported doing convoy escort. They’ve got serious pirate problems there."

"Is there a transit corridor to that system open?" 

Jena brought up the navigation display and touched on the dot tabbed as TAU CETI. She found the answer when the data file index opened.

"Yes, sir," She said, taking a moment to reaffirm the data in her head. "For the next fourteen days."

"Do you think it could be them?"




Action at Omega Beacon



"I'm not ruling anything out, sir." She said.

"Smart girl. What about Five Kreigsmarine?" Ellison said and crossed his arms over his chest. Sweat was beginning to soak his uniform and hers.

"The bulk of Five Kreigsmarine is still in orbit around New Haven. They send out patrols once a month but they never go far, one or two light years out at most," She said and scrolled through lines of data. “The high command is probably keeping them pretty close to home after the uprising there."

"That’s what intelligence thinks,” Ellison said and slid his boot into a foot-strap secured to the deck. “So where do you think those renegades went? It's been twenty years." 

“I doubt that they left on a vector for Avalon and just disappeared, they had to go someplace and I'm still working on that one, sir. Maybe they shot the Big Deep.”

“The what?” Ellison said, sounding very surprised that she could imagine such a thing, a common reaction. 

“The Crucible Rift, sir. If they didn't change course and didn't hit Fifty-five Cancri, the only thing past that is the Crucible Rift," Jena said. It was the simplest answer in her mind, though Ellison chuckled at her revelation. “The Big Deep. If that’s where they went they might still be in it.” 

“Perhaps you think too much, Mitchell.” Ellison said.

“It keeps me sane, sir.” Jena said and smiled convincingly to hide her own doubts. The truth was that it just kept her mind occupied.

“Then carry on, lieutenant,” Ellison said as he resumed his slow rounds. “By all means carry on.”

“Conn, sensor control. New contact.”

Jena sprang at the mimic board and jabbed at the icon to route the data from the sensors through. 

“Sensor, tactical. What have you got?” She said with not as much indifferent professionalism as she would have liked.

“Tactical, sensor. We have a single contact at eight hundred TK. The signal analysis gives it a mass of about five hundred tons. We could find out more, but we’d have to go active.”

“Sensor, tactical. Wait one, I’ll inform the deck officer.” Jena said and turned to call for Ellison but found him standing below her station.

“Well, Mitchell?” He said.

“A contact, sit, at maximum passive range," Jena said. "We could find out more, but we’d have to go active.”

“Don’t do that. We don’t know if they’ve detected us. If they haven’t, we don’t want to let them know that we’re here.”

"Right, sir." She said, then her monitors flickered once, twice, three times before the feeds from the passive sensors spiked, tripped into “safe” mode, and went blank. She had enough simulator training to recognize an active sweep when it hit the ship. When the sensors came back online, data about the event began scrolling across her situation display.

“We’ve just been painted by several microwave pulses, sir, a Type four-twenty-seven array. That's a Eurocon, one-hundred percent."

"Did they get us?"

Designed for low-detectability, the cost multipliers of every Intrepid-class cruiser were mostly in the advanced sensors and the pre-fabricated blocks of RAM armor. The Type-427 LONG SHOT radar might have gotten a return, but the logic core crunched the probabilities and figured most likely it had not.

"It's hard to say, sir. If they did, they only got a trace. My guess is that they detected Hoel and went active to see if anyone else was around." Jena said and dragged a hand across her forehead to wipe away the sweat beading on her hairline. The air scrubbers removed all the noxious gases and the smell of four hundred sweating bodies from the circulating atmosphere, but nothing could be done about the temperature. During combat, 86% of the output from Constellation’s eight reactors was devoted to the engines, weapons systems, and powered shields; sensors and life-support got most of what was left. Climate control got 0.75 percent of system power when 4.0 was needed for it to function at optimum level. 

“Why was there only one series then?” Ellison said. “If they found Hoel then they’d check again to confirm the contact.”

“Tactical, sensor. Pulse! Contact- seven-seven-zero thousand kilometers,” Timmons called in. “Same signal characteristics as before.”

"Sensor, tactical. Get a log running." 

"Mitchell, status report, please." Ellison called from his position below her, steps away from his assigned acceleration couch. 

“Sir, they got us," She said as the new detection probability came back from the logic core. "We’re being swept by three active arrays every eight seconds. Hotel Lima is moving into range and requests permission to engage.”

“Tell them to initiate their maneuvering burn on my authority.” Ellison said as he stopped his pacing and peered out of one of the thick plexsteel viewports around the bridge at something just out of her view. She shifted for a better vantage and beheld the Independence. Somewhere behind that ship was an enemy. Ellison stepped to the nearest intercom and brought his thumb down on the activation switch.

“Captain to the bridge, please.” 

“Tactical, sensor. I think we've got something here. They shut down active ranging after the last sweep and now we’re picking up some kind of phantom echoes. Contacts have topped out at three hundred. They're jamming us.”

Jena stiffened as hydraulics began to lift the door behind her.

"Mister Ellison, what the hell is going on here?" Crites said as he climbed into the bridge. His gaunt face was creased with the lines that years of cold sleep should’ve prevented but did not. 

“Sir, we detected an E-con intelligence ship at eight hundred thousand kilometers. It painted us for twenty-four seconds before shutting down and activating countermeasures. Hotel Kilo is on the way to the last known position.”

Crites leaned against the island instead of climbing to his chair. He used a bony finger to activate the ship's paging system.

“Commo, this is the Captain. Dial in Hotel Lima and get them back in line. That trawler is already gone. Send a message to headquarters, they’ll need to know what we’ve found. Has there been anything else?"

"No, sir."

"Then put the sensor record from detect to termination through to my quarters." Crites said and stepped away from his perch. 

"Aye-aye, Cap'n."

Ellison turned to her.

“Keep the sensor teams hopping, Mitchell. I’m going to see how the pump replacement is going while we have time."

"But," Jena said, starting with surprise, soon relaxed by the 1st Officer’s smile. “Are you sure about this?”

"Relax, Mitchell. If you detect anything, inform the Captain. Tactical has the conn.” Ellison said and pointed at her as he flashed a look at Dreedle that implied extra vigilance. Dreedle climbed up out of the sensor pit and took Ellison’s place on the deck.

“Aye, sir." Jena said and felt her heart race as he smiled and went out the hatch. She was in charge.

“Just try and relax, ma’am. Sure, we displace almost fifty thousand tons, but the ship pretty much runs itself. Just let it fly until you need to tell it what to do.”

“Thanks, chief.” Jena said. As the senior command branch officer on the bridge, until someone more senior relieved her, the USS Constellation was hers, but only temporarily. In ten years, maybe, she would have a command of her own.

“Conn, sensor. We’re starting to get intermittent sensor echos again. Two separate returns at five hundred thousand K and closing. They started popping up in a direct line between us and Omega beacon.”

“Sensor, conn. Nice job on the detection,” Jena said and scrutinized the return signatures. “Continue to monitor. Is there anything yet on mass detectors?”

“Conn, sensor. Negative, I’m picking up the nav beacons from Indy and Audacity but their masking systems have been engaged. Mass detectors aren’t much good past fifty thousand kilometers, anyway. Hold on, I’ve got blue-shifted contacts on the pulse Doppler. They just came out of nowhere.”

“Fire control, conn. Dial up the warheads on the torpedoes to maximum yield. Set them for auto-seek and bring all of your systems to active,” She said and sipped at her water ration. “Damage control, conn. Get all repair teams to their stations.”

"Fire control, aye." Florez called back. 

"Damage control, aye." The DCO reported.

“Commo, conn. Make sure the rest of the group knows about the contact,” Jena said as her mind went down a checklist that seemed hundreds of items long. “Retract the high-gain array. Fire control, conn. Bring all turrets to bear along last contact vector.”

"Commo, aye."

"Fire control, aye."

Jena saw an attack plan forming in her mind’s eye, only to be overridden by the orders Ellison had given her before he went out the hatch. She activated the PA system and said, “Captain to the bridge. Captain to the bridge.”

“Conn, sensor. New contact, designate group Delta, two intermittent signals at three hundred TK and closing. Sweet lock! Designate group Beta on a converging course with Omega beacon. They’re not trying to hide.”

“Weapons, conn. Be prepared to discharge full salvos on detect of any E-Con asset. Helm, conn. Stand by for maneuvering.” 

“What’s going on here, Mitchell? Where’s Commander Ellison?” The Captain-1st said. He had lost no time in responding.

“He’s in engineering, sir, gone ten minutes.”

"Conn, tactical. We have two contact groups, Beta and Delta. They're EuroCons, sir. Group Beta has just unmasked and is approaching Omega beacon.”

She stopped when Crites interrupted her.

"Helm, conn. Set intercept course for group Beta and close to weapons range. Fire control, conn. I want full salvoes from all turrets and full torpedo spreads on the lead ship as soon as possible.”

“Conn, sensor! Solid lock on EuroCon cruisers at two hundred thousand K! Targets designated as Delta one and two!” Timmons said, startling her. His voice was loud enough to be heard without her headset. “It's Five Kreigsmarine! I’m getting an energy spike on their forward weapons!” 

“Conn, sensor. We are tracking seven, no, eight inbounds.”

“Sound alert!” 

"Conn, tactical, confirm eight torpedoes." Jena said as she brought her finger down on the alert button. As automated systems cleared for action, armored doors slid down in front of the viewports ringing the bridge, blocking her view of the stars. Heavy pressure doors dropped throughout the ship to compartmentalizing any damage that penetrated the hull. Her instruments would have to be her eyes now.

She tightened the straps holding her in place and found a firm grip. The Hoel, out of position behind the three heavy cruisers, was vulnerable.

"Conn, sensor. The inbounds just went terminal," Timmons called from below her. The SGM-112 torpedoes began jinking when they got within kill range, making them more difficult for targeting computers to predict. “They’re tracking in on the Hoel.”

"Conn, sensor!” Dreedle reported from a station on the backstretch of the sensor pit. “Power spike! They're firing!"

“At us?” Jena said as she felt her stomach flip.

“Negative, they’re picking on the little guy. Hoel is getting borked.”

EuroCon lasers arrived nearly instantly, powering through a cloud of scatter-glass thrown out by exploding decoy-canisters, burning holes into the engineering compartment of their escorting destroyer. As the power went off, so did the hull screens, leaving only thin armor plating for protection. 

The icon indicating the track of the Hoel disappeared as the torpedoes hit. Her display fuzzed with static. When the effects of the 440 kiloton bursts cleared, the sensors showed her that a ninety-meter hole had been blasted out of the destroyer's belly. 

“They’re not supposed to have weapons with that kind of range,” Ellison said from the base of the command-island. “Maybe the torpedoes, but not the lasers. Reset the tactical node with new variables.” 

“Fire control, conn! Target Delta One. Fire torpedoes and charge the spinal mount! Helm, stand by RCS control!" 

The Barracuda torpedoes loaded into Constellation’s torpedo tubes were self-guiding. The AI nodes controlling each weapon were smarter than their namesakes, almost brilliant, and attacked targets by threat potential rather than proximity.

"Conn, fire control. Torpedoes away." Florez reported with more composure. Between the three heavy cruisers, twelve torpedoes were magnetically slung downrange by accelerators in the launch tubes. Once they were well clear of the formation, the rocket motors in the torpedoes fired. Seeker heads scanning for targets split CNA Grendel and CNH Meteor between them. The larger threat, the armored strike cruiser Grendel, drew the heaviest attack.

"Conn, ECM. Their jamming systems just went active. We’ll burn-through  in ten seconds. The ‘cudas saw right through it. No change in speed or bearing."

"Helm, conn. New heading, zero-one-zero-zero-one-three," Crites ordered. Bradley nearly jumped out of his seat as the captain snapped at him. “Quickly now!”

"Conn, helm. Zero-one-zero-zero-one-three, aye." Bradley called and swiftly keyed in course corrections. Constellation turned as Jena watched the target aspect change on the feed from the lateral sensor array. The boosters vibrated the ship when locked into full power. At lower levels, the voice of the drive-cores was subtle, an omnipresent but distant rumbling. When away from the ship, everyone over-talked until they adjusted to the absence of constant sound.

The destroyer Hoel continued to take a pounding. Another laser cut into the engine compartment, destroying the fusion drive and reducing her crew to zero-g. A beam from Meteor hit moments later, causing damage too great for the destroyer to absorb. When the reactor core went, so did USS Hoel, flaring like a mini-sun, but the backlash from the three cruisers was already on the way.

After a four-minute burn, the torpedoes from Connie went terminal. Despite corkscrew evasive maneuvers, two were destroyed by Grendel defensive systems, but three detonated. Each Barracuda mounted a 550 Kt warhead. They blossomed in stark fury against the armored hulls of the E-Con cruisers, mostly Grendel, though Meteor took an oblique hit that left a large charred spot but did not penetrate. Jena’s display, and every other one linked to the Constellation’s exposed sensor arrays, filled with harsh static as the radiation released by the blasts sizzled past at 300,000 kilometers per second. 

“Conn, commo,” Came through her headset. “Omega beacon reports that they are under attack by E-Con destroyer groups. They request immediate assistance.”

“Nav, conn. Get me the most direct line to Omega beacon. Helm, stand-by to maneuver," Crites said. All Jena could do was watch and analyze as the battle unfolded, despising her inaction. “What about that spinal mount, fire control?”

“Accelerator standing by.”

Once the sensors cleared, she could see that four torpedoes seriously hurt the Grendel, but not enough. The spinal mount weapon, an acceleration tunnel that ran the length of the keel and propelled a marble-sized ball of ultra-dense composites to .56 c, could inflict catastrophic damage. 

The enemy had spinal mounts too. Unlike torpedoes and HEPAC rounds, Jena would not see a shot coming until it punched through armor, pressure hull and anyone unlucky enough to be in its path. The bridge deck mounted more armor than place else in the ship.

“We’re out of their firing arc. They’re lining up on the Indy.” Jena called as she watched the Grendel maneuver.

The wounded HSOL broke out of formation as the three NorCom cruisers came into line, allowing all of their batteries to bear on the targets.

"Fire control, conn. Target Grendel and commence main battery fire." Crites said and wiped his forehead with a cloth thrust under the VR helmet.

"All turrets are over the rail,” Florez said. The HEPACs had turned to bear on the targets. He manually switched weapons toggles from standby to active. “Switching to auto-fire."

Turret-mounted 820 Gigawatt weapons loosed multiple salvoes before needing recharge. A rain of ionized plasma streaked out into the paths of the EuroCon ships. Grendel ran into four shots, Meteor met eight. From what the sensors sweeping over the E-Con cruisers were telling her, the precise fire had knocked out the Grendel’s forward torpedo launchers and a beam turret.

“Conn, fire control. Spinal mount charged! Main batteries are empty! Forty seconds to recycle!”

As Jena tracked the battle, she noticed an aspect change as the Grendel fired its maneuvering thrusters, bringing its remaining weaponry to bear and shielding the damaged side from further punishment.

“Helm, conn. Get us aligned with Meteor and stand-by spinal mount.” Crites said. Jena could hear his fingers drumming on the arm of his command chair.

“Conn, helm. RCS primed. Firing in three, two, one.”

As she listened to the maneuvering thrusters roar, a small tone from her console alerted her that there were other things out there besides the two E-Con cruisers.

“Conn, sensor. Contact! I have new contacts! Seven fighters, closing fast!”

“Where did they come from?” Crites demanded and switched one of his screens to the feed from her tactical display. Behind the fighters were eight tracks that she recognized immediately: inbound torpedoes, already in a hunting pattern.

“Conn, tactical. New contact is designated delta-three,” Jena said when the launch platform was identified. “It’s the Seydlitz coming in from one-four-five degrees. Those fighters are too fast to be Dassaults. The node doesn’t have a classification for them.”

"Fire control, conn. Divert partial power to the forty and seventy-five gig batteries,” Crites said. The smaller weapons would recycle in half the time. “Damn, where are our little friends when we need them?” USS Ranger carried the group’s fighter wing and had been detached for action elsewhere. “Configure ship to repel fighter attack.” 

“We’ll lose the charge on the spinal mount if we divert power.” Florez called up from the fire-control pit and Crites got quiet. He always did when subordinates questioned his orders.

“Fire control, conn. Divert power to the secondary batteries and configure the ship to repel fighter attack.” Crites said. If he had to repeat himself a second time it meant trouble.

“Conn, fire control. Aye.” Florez said as he shook his head. Jena checked her displays once more. The EuroCon cruisers had not been taken out of the fight.

“Sir, Grendel and Meteor are still active." She said, unsure that Crites heard her, silence was his answer. His mouth opened as if to speak, but his orders were interrupted by a salvo from the Grendel.

“Conn, sensor. Power spike from Delta-one! They’re firing!”

The lasers hit and burned through the forward anti-missile system and then into the hull, but the layer of crystalline matrix under the surface of Constellation’s RAM armor diffused the beams.

“Damage report now.” Crites demanded.

“Screens one and two are down to forty percent capacity. We have a hull breach on deck five,” Jena said and read down the list the computer provided her. “We’re venting atmosphere at forty cubic feet per second. Auxiliary steering is out. Forward anti missile system is out. Damage control teams are responding.”

“Conn, commo. Message from the Audacity, sir. They’ve taken several torpedo hits and report severe damage.”

“Fire control, conn,” Crites said, sounding dazed, white-knuckle gripping the edges of his command chair. “Continue to charge main guns.”

“Conn, fire control. Turret C is not responding. We have twenty-three seconds until turrets A and B reach full charge. Torpedoes are armed and ready to fire.”

In front of the ship, the entire length of Meteor was presented for punishment as it sluggishly turned to bring its weapons onto Indy.

“Torpedoes away!”

With the press of a button, Florez sent a full spread of AI’s gliding away from Constellation’s tubes. Jena followed the torpedoes all the way in to impact. All eight found Meteor, vaporizing chunks of armor and hull plating and taking some heat off Independence, but ECC Seydlitz and her fighter group had dropped on Audacity like a hawk. 




Action for the Third Wheel



So a while back I moved into the spare bedroom at a two story condo owned by a couple that I am good friends with, Stacy and Dave. Their place was pretty cool and only two blocks away from the beach, pier, and bars. I had been very good friends with Stacy for the last couple of years and friends with Dave since he started dating Stacy seven months ago. 

At first things were completely normal. I got along great with both of them and we were having a fun time living together. I had already been spending quite a bit of time at their condo before moving in so there really wasn't too much of a difference. We were having a great time cooking dinners each night, drinking beers, smoking weed, and just generally hanging out.

A few days after I had moved in something very odd happened. I woke up one morning after a decent night of partying with my roommates and some other friends to hear some weird sounds in the condo. I got out of bed, opened my door a little ways, and instantly knew exactly what I was hearing. Across the hall Stacy and Dave had left their door almost halfway open and they were very busy at what was most definitely some fucking. I could hear their bed creaking and the slap of flesh against flesh with every thrust of Dave into Stacy. I could hear Stacy moaning and groaning as it sounded like she was getting fucked pretty hard. If I listened carefully I could even hear the distinct sound of a hard cock squelching into a tight pussy.

I had no idea why they had left their door open, especially with how loud they were. All I knew was that hearing my good friend Stacy getting pounded was starting to turn me on big time. We have always been platonic friends but that doesn't mean that I am not attracted to Stacy. She had long blond hair, blue eyes and a sexy body that she keeps in shape with yoga every day. She's not a skinny girl but she has a nice, tight, curvy body with wonderful, grapefruit-size tits and a juicy ass that any black guy would love. Now, listening to Stacy getting fucked like a dirty tramp I could not help but grow incredibly hard. I couldn't help but pull out my fat eight inch cock (I'm quite proud of my thick member) and start jacking off to the sounds of their screwing. I jerked on my dick until the moaning reached a crescendo and I could tell by Dave's moaning that he was blowing his load. I blew a huge load myself into my wastebasket, quietly shut my door, and got back in bed to wait a few minutes before I came out of my room.

Five minutes later when I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, Stacy was in there making some coffee. She wished me a good morning and we went on with our morning routine as if nothing happened. My cock twitched in my pajama pants as I looked at Stacy knowing that she had just received a good fucking. She was wearing a small pair of pajama shorts and a too-small ratty t-shirt of hers that her breasts were straining to escape from. My prick suddenly sprang to attention when I noticed a thin trail of clear liquid running down the inside of her leg. There was no doubt in my mind that I was seeing Dave's cum leaking out of her freshly-fucked pussy. I knew there was absolutely no way Stacy would want to be getting pregnant so she obviously had to be on the pill. I did my best to hide my rigid boner as I waited for Dave to get out of the bathroom. I swear that at one point, when Stacy turned around to get something from the fridge, she glanced down and looked directly at my crotch. I could swear that she had even smiled but I figured it had to be my swollen cock playing tricks on my brain. As soon as Dave was out of the bathroom I ran in there, jumped in the shower, and quickly rubbed out another one because I was so horny.

The day went by as if nothing weird had happened but then there was another odd occurrence that night. We watched a couple hours of TV and at about 11:30 PM Stacy and Dave announced that they were going to bed. I watched TV for another half hour before I decided to go to bed myself and do a bit of reading before I passed out. As I walked into my room I noticed that Stacy and Dave had left their door partway open again. I thought nothing of it and went into my room and started reading.

After about ten minutes of reading I noticed that there was some noise coming from their room across the hall. I got out of my bed, crept across my room, and silently popped my door open partway. The sounds coming from Stacy and Dave's room were different from what I had heard in the morning so it was apparent that they weren't fucking again. It only took me about 15 seconds to figure out what was going on and when I did my cock instantly became rock hard. 

I was listening to the sounds of Stacy busily and enthusiastically sucking on Dave's dick. I could hear the slurping and smacking sounds as Stacy was obviously getting a mouthful of man meat. I knew for sure what I was listening to when I heard Dave speak.

"Oh yea baby, gag on my cock."

"Uuuummmpppphhhhhuuurrrrrrggggg," was Stacy's reply as I could hear her gagging on the meat shaft in her mouth. 

As I listened to Stacy giving a blowjob I could not believe how nasty it sounded. She was gagging and choking on his prick and constantly making spitting and slurping noises. She had to be making a mess of herself and the dick she was sucking. I enjoy watching some pretty nasty porn and from my viewing experience there was no mistaking the sound of Stacy pretty much getting mouthfucked by Dave. I couldn't help myself again and pulled out my own cock and started jerking on it for the third time that day. I was quickly on the verge of cumming when I heard Dave say the same pretty much.

"Fuckin drink my cum down you nasty slut!"

There was a sharp gurgling and choking noise made by Stacy as she was obviously gulping down a huge load of cum. I blew my own massive load and crawled back into bed as the noise subsided in their room as well. I could not believe that in the same day I had listened to Stacy get fucked and then give what sounded like a mean blowjob. I could feel my cock begin to swell again as I thought about the fact that Stacy enjoys getting filled with cum and gulping it down. 

Over the course of the next week I was treated to multiple shows. Just about every night ended and every morning began with Dave and Stacy leaving their door partway open while they had some nasty fun. Of course I could not help but listen in on the fun. My cock ached to join in on the plugging of Stacy but unfortunately all I could do was continuously jerk off. I actually found myself losing a bit of sleep because I would go to bed later than usual and wake up early so I could catch them in action.

After a week of this I could not take it anymore and decided to get a little ballsy. One night while Stacy and Dave were busy fucking I decided to see what would happen if I opened my door and went to use the bathroom. I made sure to open my door with enough noise that they could hear it and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. There was no acknowledgement from Stacy and Dave as they just kept on going at it in their room. After I flushed the toilet I walked out of the bathroom and started down the hallway. As soon as I was close enough I was able to get a peek through their partway open door. My cock instantly hardened at what I saw inside.

Dave was lying on his back on their bed and Stacy was straddling him and riding his cock in the reverse cowgirl position. It was pretty dark in the hallway and Stacy had her back to me and Dave could not see me unless he craned his neck back so I paused for a second to take in the sight before me. Stacy was leaning forward and I could see Dave's dick thrusting into her tight snatch as she bounced up and down on him. From the looks of it Dave had a pretty big prick and Stacy was thoroughly enjoying it as it pumped into her wet pussy. 

I pulled out my own big cock and started stroking it in the darkness of the hallway as I watched my best friend riding the hard shaft of my other friend. I was really enjoying the show when I suddenly remembered that Stacy and Dave had a mirrored closet that was directly in front of Stacy. Dave had no view of the mirror but from Stacy's position she could easily see the reflection of me standing in the hallway. I looked at her reflection to see that she was indeed looking at me in the mirror. In fact she was staring directly at my crotch where I was busy stroking my exposed cock. She must have noticed me notice her because she suddenly looked up and we made eye contact. I quickly darted back in my room and shut the door. I jumped into bed and waited to see if anything was going to happen. I half expected Dave to come in and kick my ass at some point or Stacy to yell at me but they just kept on fucking, finished up, and went to bed. 

The next morning when I came out of my room to face the music and see if anything was going to happen I found the normal morning routine going on. Dave seemed as if he had no idea that anything had occurred and Stacy was acting as if she had never seen me jerking my cock outside the door. Everything was going on just like usual except there was one thing different that I quickly noticed. Instead of her normal pajama pants or shorts Stacy was wearing some pretty sexy, lacy, lingerie-type booty shorts. I think she was wearing what they call boyshorts. They were the material of panties but fit like really skimpy booty shorts. Her pajama shorts could be kind of skimpy sometimes but they were nothing compared to what she had on. What Stacy had on was so tight that, aside from the fact that you could not see her snatch, were like she had nothing on at all. Each cheek of her juicy ass was accentuated for my viewing pleasure. I had no idea what was going on but it seemed very odd that she would be wearing something like that after she caught me jerking off to her getting fucked the night before. I immediately felt my cock hardening at the sight of her so I quickly ducked into the bathroom to take a shower and rub one out.

When night came around the routine began once again. About thirty minutes after we all "went to bed" I heard the sounds of fucking start emitting from Stacy and Dave's room. My cock was rock hard and I was feeling ballsy once again so I popped open my door and went out to use the bathroom. As I walked by their room I noticed that the door was left exactly halfway open this time. My view was blocked by the door as I walked down the hallway but from what I was hearing it sounded like Stacy was really getting it tonight. 

After I used the bathroom I walked down the hallway and stood in the darkness outside their door once again. I had a great view of the action and my cock became rock hard at what I saw before me. Stacy and Dave were on their bed and they both had their backs to me this time. Stacy was in the doggystyle position and Dave was behind her, pumping away at her puckered asshole. I watched in amazement as Dave's thick cock stretched out Stacy's tight asshole. I could not believe how nasty my good friend was turning out to be as I could not help myself and pulled out my hard dick. 

I stood there for a few minutes, jacking on my cock, as I watched Dave wildly assfucking Stacy. When it seemed as if Dave was about to most likely fill Stacy's bowels with his jizz I retreated to my room to finish jacking off. As I tried to fall asleep after blowing another huge load of cum I could not stop thinking about how nasty and slutty my friend, Stacy, was. She was rocking the trifecta of nastiness: bareback fucking, cum swallowing, and anal sex. Before I finally fell asleep my prick was already hard as iron once again. I seemed to be in a perpetual state of horniness. 

The next morning Stacy was once again wearing her sexy, lacy boyshorts. This time Dave was in the bathroom taking a shower when I came out to the kitchen so I had to hang out for a bit before I could escape to the bathroom for my morning jerk-off. We went about our usual small talk as she walked around the kitchen doing dishes.

We have a small TV in the back of the cramped kitchen with a chair in front of it for a person to sit in and hang out. I decided that it would be a nice idea to sit in the chair and wait for Dave to finish his shower. I could hide my stiff boner while still being able to enjoy Stacy's ass. As I went to squeeze by Stacy and head over to the chair she suddenly slipped on the kitchen floor and fell back into me as she lost her footing. As soon as she fell into me I could feel my almost hard cock press directly into her right ass cheek. I could not be certain but I swear that for just a second she pressed her ass against me and squashed my hardening cock into her ass cheek before she regained her balance and went back to making breakfast. She did not acknowledge that she had felt anything even though I knew there was no way she could not have felt my dick pressing on her ass even for a second.

I had no idea what was going on but if she was going to act like nothing had happened then I would do the same. Part of my brain wanted to think that there was something starting to happen here but I refused to believe since the idea just seemed to far-fetched. This sort of thing never happens in real life. For the most part the third wheel stays as the third wheel.

I pushed the dirty thoughts out of my head and sat down in the chair and turned on the TV. I put on the morning news and sat there watching as I waited for Dave to get out of the shower. After my cock's encounter with Stacy's ass cheek I was rock hard and ready to rub one out in the shower. Stacy was definitely not making things easier for me when I would look over to see what she was doing. She was doing the dishes and every time she would go to put a dish in the dishwasher she would bend at the waist and give me a great view of her lace-encased ass. In my opinion she seemed to be bending over a little more than necessary as if she was trying to give me a better view. At one point she seemed to have some trouble getting some dishes to fit and spent some extra time bent over with her ass for my viewing pleasure. With her back to me I allowed myself to look a little closer at the sight before me. I swear that it looked as if there was a slight wet spot spreading out from her crotch area. I crossed my legs to hide my rock hard cock as I thought about Stacy's possibly wet snatch before me. When I thought I could no longer handle being in the kitchen without exploding in my pants Dave finally finished his shower. I darted by Stacy while hiding my boner and shot straight into the bathroom and the shower. I blew a massive load of cum within a minute of turning the water on, I was so horny.

When I came out of the bathroom Stacy and Dave were back in their bedroom. As I walked down the hallway I could hear the sounds of nastiness coming from their room. Their door was cracked open a bit so I took a peek inside. Stacy was down on her knees on the floor between Dave's legs as he sat on the bed. I could not see most of him and he could not see me but I could definitely see what Stacy was up to. She was completely naked and was busy fucking her own mouth with Dave's fat cock. Stacy was busy rubbing his balls with one hand while she continuously shoved his shaft all the way down her throat, making some wonderful gagging and choking noises in the process.

I was instantly horny once again as my hard dick strained to be released from my pants. I couldn't help myself but let it loose and start giving it a good stroke. I watched Stacy giving Dave an amazing blowjob while I jerked on my cock. Every once in a while she would stop and let a bunch of drool flow out her mouth and over Dave's cock, keeping it nice and lubricated so it could slide down her throat easier. She was definitely making quite a mess out of their bedspread. I looked down to see that I also had a great view of her snatch as Stacy had her other hand down there busy fingerfucking herself. Stacy had a delicious looking pussy and all I wanted to do right then was walk in and shove my cock deep in there. It almost looked like she was trying to entice me to do just that as she would waggle her ass in my direction every once in a while like she was giving me an invitation or something. I was really enjoying the show when it sounded like Dave was about to cum. I watched as Stacy jammed his cock all the way down her throat as Dave started blowing his load. She gulped down every drop like a total pro.  Before Dave was done busting his nut I hurried back to my room and quietly shut my door. I wanked on my dick and blew another huge load of cum into my wastebasket. It was such a big load that I hated seeing it go to waste when there was an expert cum swallower right down the hallway.

That night we grabbed a case of beer and rented a funny movie. When were just staying in for the night we usually change into our pajamas so we can all be more comfortable. Once again Stacy was wearing some boyshorts along with a small, tight t-shirt. This was a different pair of boyshorts though that were even skimpier than the other ones. They were practically just panties as they rode up her ass crack and accentuated both her ass cheeks wonderfully. When I saw her from the front I could see that there was some major cameltoe action happening as I could see the complete outline of her pussy lips. My dick instantly started hardening as she walked around in her boyshorts.

The set up of the living room is the TV in the middle with a loveseat to the right in front of it. There is a comfy chair a little farther back and to the left of the loveseat. I always sit in the chair and Stacy and Dave share the loveseat. Tonight Stacy was lying on the left side of the loveseat which was closer to me. She was lying on her side and had her back arched so that the view in front of me was the TV with a nice view of Stacy's ass right below it. As we watched the movie I could not help but rub my dick through my pajama shorts as I spent part of the time watching the movie and the other part staring at her ass. At one point Stacy got up to get a drink and she almost caught me rubbing my cock but I don't think she saw anything because she made no acknowledgement of it.

About halfway through the movie I decided to make a snack. I waited until my dick got soft and got up to go into the kitchen. After about a minute Stacy came into the kitchen to get a drink refill and see what I was up to. 

"Hey Jeff do you think you could help me crack my back real quick?" Stacy asked me suddenly. Stacy's back cracking method involved her crossing her arms and putting her back against me. I'm supposed to wrap my arms around her and lift her up from behind so her back arches and hopefully gets the crack she is looking for. This sort of thing would put my dick in a very precarious position so I was hesitant but I knew if I said no it would seem weird.

"Yea no problem," I replied as she came up to me and turned her back to me. She crossed her arms and waited for me to come up behind her. I had no choice but to move up behind, press my whole body into her back and wrap my arms around her. Her ass instantly pressed into my crotch and through the thin fabric of her boyshorts and my pajama pants I felt my already hardening cock slide in between her ass cheeks and come to a rest there. There was no way she could not feel my fat dick there as it was starting to swell up but she made no acknowledgement of it. In fact if anything she seemed to press her ass back into my crotch even harder. I was sweating bullets as I felt my cock swell to full hardness. Stacy was pressed so hard back into me that my thick shaft was actually spreading her ass cheeks apart. 

I still had to crack Stacy's back so I lifted her up and felt my cock press even deeper into her ass crack. I could not help but relish the brief feeling of my hard cock pulsating in between her juicy ass cheeks. I thought I heard Stacy let out a low moan of pleasure right before her back finally cracked but that could have been from the back cracking.




Action for the Third Wheel



"Thanks. That was great," Stacy said as she winked at me and went back out to the living room with her drink.

There was no denying it now that there was something very odd going on here. I know that Stacy felt every inch of my dick pressed into her ass crack a moment ago and it totally seemed as if that was what she had really wanted as opposed to the back cracking. I immediately went into the bathroom and probably set a personal best on how fast I blew a load of cum into the toilet. I flushed my jizz down and headed back out to the living room with my snack to finish watching the movie. Stacy was once again in the same position, giving me a view of the ass crack my cock was just squashed into.

I ended up drinking quite a few beers and spending the majority of the rest of the movie just staring at Stacy's ass. After the movie we all went to bed. I was planning on staying up to see if any action started but in my drunken state I quickly passed out. 

I woke the next morning with a major hard on. My brain immediately flashed to what happened the night before in the kitchen when I cracked Stacy's back. As I thought about it I became more and more certain that Stacy was teasing me and really enjoying it. There was no else explaining why she would let me keep seeing and hearing all of the action between her and Dave, the skimpy clothing she had been wearing, and especially when she seemed to thoroughly enjoy having my rigid cock pressed into her ass crack. I decided that if given the opportunity I was going to test her to see if there really was something going on.

I opened my door and could hear that someone was in the shower already. I could hear Stacy humming in the kitchen so I knew it was Dave in the bathroom. I thought about Stacy's ass pressed onto my prick and quickly worked up a swollen hard on. I grabbed a water glass near my bed and headed into the kitchen. 

Stacy was at the sink doing the dinner dishes from last night and she was once again wearing her tight, skimpy boyshorts. My cock swelled with blood as it strained to pop out of my pajama pants at the sight of her luscious ass. I decided it was now or never and walked up behind her.

"Good morning," I said as I reached around her to put my water glass in the sink. As I did this I lightly pressed the tip of my hard cock into Stacy's ass cheek. It was just enough for her to notice but little enough that it could also seem accidental.

"Good morning to you too," Stacy replied. A half second later I received the confirmation I was looking for when she very subtly, but definitely deliberately, pressed her ass back onto my hard cock. 

My cock swelled and my head swam with excitement as I moved past Stacy and sat down to watch some TV. I had a bit of a hangover from drinking the night before so I pulled out my pipe and weed and packed myself a bowl to help get rid of it. I sparked my bowl, took a hit and then offered the pipe to Stacy.

"That would be great," she said as she walked over to me. "Mind if I sit down?"

I was about to oblige and stand up to give her the chair when Stacy suddenly sat right down on my lap. I'm not talking about sitting on one of my legs either, but directly on my crotch. I felt my cock once again press itself into the crack of her juicy ass. I could not believe what was happening when she surprised me even more by starting to slowly grind her ass up and down on my cock while she was hitting my pipe. 

I was in shock as I sat there and relished the feeling of my cock pressing on to her snatch through the thin materials we had on. I started flexing my swollen cock so that she could feel it pulsating on her vagina. She responded by flexing her pussy lips so that they gripped my hard dick through the materials. 

"Mmmmm," Stacy moaned as she blew out a hit of weed. I couldn't tell if she was moaning from the weed hitting her brain or my cock grinding on her snatch. Either way what we were doing at that moment was taking definitely taking this "teasing" up a notch in a big way. 

"So I was thinking about making meatloaf and homemade biscuits for dinner tonight," Stacy nonchalantly said as she continued to grind her ass on my crotch. I was amazed that she was still acting like nothing was going on even though things were definitely going to a new level. All I could do was nod my approval at her dinner suggestion.

After a few minutes of smoking and Stacy giving me a grinding lapdance I was really getting worked up. Things came to an end though when we heard the shower finally turn off. Stacy hopped off my crotch and went back to doing the dishes, leaving me with a raging hard on. I looked down at my crotch to see that I had a nice wet spot which had to be Stacy's pussy juice. She had got all wet grinding on me. As soon as Dave got out of the bathroom I ran in there while trying to hide my boner and the wet spot on my crotch. As soon as I was behind the closed door I pulled off my pants and inhaled the musky sent of Stacy's pussy juice while I jerked off and blew a huge load. My mind was racing at the thought of what could possibly happen next now that I knew there was definitely something going on.

The rest of the day went on just like normal except that there were more than a few occasions where Stacy's ass would "accidentally" press into my crotch. She also seemed to be bending over in front of me for various reasons much more often than was necessary. Later that night she even asked me if I could crack her back again. This time when I lifted her up to crack her back I made sure to really grind my cock into her ass crack. She responded by pushing back onto my dick as hard as she could. 

After we all "went to bed" it was only about fifteen minutes before Stacy and Dave started going at it again in their bedroom. I popped my door open and once again they had left their door about halfway open. I used the bathroom and walked down the hallway to pause outside their door. They were fucking in the position I had seen the other night where Dave was on his back with Stacy riding him in reverse cowgirl. Once again Stacy was facing the mirror so that if she looked she would see me in the reflection again. 

This time, knowing that Stacy was definitely teasing me, I decided I did not care if she caught me watching. In fact, I was pretty sure that she wanted me to watch and that's why the door was always left open. I pulled out my fat, hard cock so that if she saw me she would get a good look at what she was doing to me. I started to stroke my dick as I watched her bouncing up and down on Dave's shaft. 

After a few minutes of watching I was getting pretty worked up when I saw Stacy suddenly notice me in the mirror. We immediately made eye contact and she gave me a smile and a wink. Now I really knew that she was putting on a show for me. Stacy's eyes went wide when she looked down and saw my hard prick grasped firmly in my hand. The head of my cock was red and swollen as I lewdly stroked my cock and aimed it at her. I saw Stacy lick her lips as she started riding Dave even harder. She was staring at my hard dick in the mirror as she started lifting up so that Dave's cock would almost pop out of her pussy before she would slide back down and engulf it in her snatch. The sight was awesome as this gave me a great view of Stacy's pussy being stretched wide by the thick shaft. I suddenly felt myself on the verge of cumming so I ran back to my room to blow a load.

The next morning I woke again with a huge hard on. I was hoping that Dave would be in the shower so that there might be a repeat of my lapdance action from the day before. I opened my door but heard no shower going this time. I was a bit disappointed as I walked towards the kitchen with my water glass. Stacy was in there again doing dishes but there was no sign of Dave. This time Stacy was dressed to go down to the beach. She was wearing a nice bikini that did not leave much to the imagination. It showed off her butt even better than the boyshorts did. 

"Morning Stacy, where's Dave?" I asked as I stood in the kitchen doorway.

"He left a little while ago to meet his cousin and talk about a possible job. He shouldn't be back for at least thirty minutes," Stacy replied as she smiled at me.

I grinned at the thought that Dave was not even here right now so maybe I could have a little more fun with this. I walked up behind Stacy and once again reached around her to put my glass in the sink. This time as soon as I lightly pressed my cock into her ass she immediately responded by grinding her butt back on to my hard cock.

"Enough playing around, just fuck me this time!" Stacy moaned as she ground her snatch on to my cock. I jumped back as I was stunned by what she had just said to me. Stacy looked over her shoulder at me and waggled her ass back and forth. "Don't look so shocked. I've had enough teasing and I want that fat cock of yours in me right now."

"Fuck it," I said as I reached into my pajama pants and pulled out my rigid cock. Stacy licked her lips as she stared at my hard prick.

"Oooh, it's so big and fat. I want it all inside of me," Stacy cooed.

I came up behind Stacy and pulled her bikini bottoms down to expose her dripping snatch to my waiting cock. Stacy arched her back and stuck her ass out to me as I aimed my hard cock at her waiting pussy. I could practically feel the heat coming off her steaming, wet cunt. Stacy groaned as I rubbed my cock along her snatch to coat and lubricate it with her juices.

"Please hurry and fuck me," Stacy moaned. "I need your cock in me now!"

I obliged her by slowly inserting the head of my cock into her snatch. I relished the view as I watched the bulbous head of my shaft slowly spread open Stacy's pussy lips. Stacy wasn't in the mood to go slow though as she suddenly pushed back from the sink and shoved me against the counter behind me, impaling herself all the way to the balls on my thick cock. We both moaned at the same time as I luxuriated in the feeling of my dick completely engulfed within the confines of her pussy.

"Oh God, I can feel it so deep inside me!" Stacy moaned as she flexed her pussy muscles around my throbbing member.

At that moment all of my frustrations from being teased and having to watch so much nastiness came pouring out of me. I shoved Stacy forward and bent her over the sink. Her pussy sucked at my cock as I pulled it out until just the tip was still in her and then I pounded my dick all the way to the hilt in her tight snatch. Stacy groaned as I put my hands on her hips and started pumping my prick into her with reckless abandon. She had to brace herself on the counter as I slammed my shaft into her twat as hard as I could over and over again.

"Ugghhh, fuck me! Slam your fat cock into me as hard as you can! I fucking love it!" Stacy screamed as I fucked her with a wild fury.

The kitchen echoed with the sounds of our fucking. When Stacy wasn't moaning you could hear the wet, squishing sounds of my thick cock pumping into her. I could not believe that this was happening. What started as a little teasing had become something much more. Dave was my friend but this snatch was just too hot for me to pass up. My cock swelled and pulsated with pleasure as I enjoyed the tight folds of my best friends sopping wet cunt. After about ten minutes of brutal fucking Stacy let out a loud moan, shuddered and, with more force then I expected, shoved me back against the counter again.

"Oh shit, I'm fucking cumming," Stacy squealed while my cock was stuck, buried in her cunt. I could feel her pussy walls pulsating and gripping my dick as her body shuddered with orgasm. I could feel the front of my pajamas starting to get wet as Stacy's cum juice flowed out her pussy. The feeling of Stacy's snatch gripping my cock was too much for me as I felt my own orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum too!" I yelled as I tried to jam my cock even deeper into her snatch.

"Fill me up with your load!" Stacy cooed. "I want to feel you're warm cum pumping into my cunt!"

Stacy's filthy talk was the final straw to send me over the edge. I let out a grunt as my cock exploded deep within her sucking twat. I moaned with pleasure as I pumped wad after wad of jizz into my friend's pussy. Stacy was moaning along with me as I filled her up with a massive load of cum. 

When I finally finished filling her with my seed Stacy slowly eased off my cock until it was released from the confines of her snatch with a wet sounding pop. We were both breathing heavily as I put my shrinking cock away and Stacy put her bikini bottoms back on. 

"That was fun," Stacy said as she placed her hand on my crotch. "I'm going down to the beach to take a swim and you should take a shower. Come down after to hang out if you want."

And with that she headed out the house. As I watched Stacy walk away I could already see a wet spot in her bikini forming towards the bottom where my cum was starting to leak out of her freshly fucked pussy. I felt my dick hardening again and jumped into the shower, quickly jerking off and blowing another big load of cum. I wondered if this was a one-time thing or if there was more fun to come. I sure hoped there was going to be more and I planned on doing my best to make sure it happened. 

The rest of the day went on like any other day. In fact it was too normal in my opinion. There was no more teasing from Stacy and no nastiness to enjoy that night after we went to bed. I was starting to get worried that what had happened this morning was a one time deal and that Stacy might actually be regretting what had occurred between the two of us. I went to bed thinking that all the fun might be over when in my opinion it had just been started.

The next morning I got my confirmation that things were definitely not over. I had just started waking up when my door suddenly opened and in walked Stacy. She put a finger to her lips to let me know to be quiet.

"Good morning. Dave just hopped in the shower and I'm in the mood for a morning snack," Stacy said as she pulled the sheets off me. Before I could say a word she got up on my bed and knelt between my legs. Stacy quickly reached into the fly of my pajama pants and fished out my already hardening cock.

Without saying a word, Stacy dipped her head down and engulfed my entire cock in her mouth. I moaned with enjoyment as Stacy's tongue darted out to lap at my balls while she kept my whole cock in her mouth. My dick was starting to fully harden but Stacy kept it all the way in her mouth, snorting air through her nose occasionally when she needed it. Even when I felt my cock harden to the point that it started pushing on the back of her throat she still maintained her position. I groaned as I felt the head of my cock push into the tightness of her throat. Stacy gagged a little but continued to force my shaft down her throat until I was completely hard and all the way in her mouth. 

Stacy looked so nasty and sexy with my cock buried in her throat and her nose in my pubes. Her mouth was stretched nice and wide as she was barely able to wrap it around my thick shaft. I could even see the bulge in her throat where my cock was. I flexed my dick and chuckled as I saw her throat bulge just a little more. Stacy looked at me to see what was so funny as she pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet sloppy pop.

"What's so funny?" Stacy asked as she spilled some drool out of her mouth. I could tell that I was probably going to have to wash my sheets after this.

"Oh nothing, your just awesome," I said as I put my hand on the back of her head and shoved my penis back in her mouth. Stacy let out a loud gagging, choking noise as I forced my cock down her throat again.

I got a good grip on the back of Stacy's head by grabbing a handful of her hair and slowly started to fuck my cock into her sucking mouth and throat. Stacy was letting out little moans of contentment in between gagging on my dick as she massaged and lathered my shaft with her tongue. I truly enjoyed the feeling each time my dick would push it's way down her tight throat. She had to be getting at least a good four inches of hard cock down her gullet with each thrust. I loved hearing the gurgling, choking, gagging sounds that Stacy was making as I continuously fucked her throat. Stacy was constantly spilling drool and precum out her mouth and I could feel how soaked my balls were getting. There was definitely going to be a mess on my bed after this. I knew I had until Dave was finished in the shower to blow my load so I did nothing to try and restrain myself as I slowly fucked my cock into my friends mouth and throat.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna fucking cum you nasty slut!" Stacy let out a gurgling sound of agreement and jammed my cock down her throat and held it there. I groaned as my dick exploded with a torrent of jizz. I could see Stacy's throat muscles working as she gulped down spurt after spurt of my gooey cum. I could not believe how much spunk I was unloading down her throat and that she was swallowing it all down like a pro. 

When my orgasm finally subsided Stacy just kept sucking away to make sure she got every drop of cum that remained. I almost thought I was about to get hard and possibly feed her another load when the shower turned off down the hallway. Stacy quickly pulled my cock from her mouth and jumped off my bed.

"Mmm, that was delicious," Stacy said as she licked her lips for any remnants of jizz that might have escaped. She gave me a wink and headed out my room. 

As I laid there on my bed and looked at the big wet spot on my bed that was the result of Stacy's sloppy, drooling blowjob my cock stiffened again just thinking about the tightness of her throat. I had just received the best blowjob ever from my best friend and I could not believe how ridiculously nasty she was. I had to jerk off and blow another huge load before I could head out of my room to start the day. 

From that point on I was in a constant state of horniness. Stacy and I would take every opportunity that we could to tease and mess with each other. I love how much of horny, nasty chick my friend was turning out to be. It seemed as if she just had an insatiable need for dick. She took every chance she could to press her ass on my crotch or give my dick a quick rub through my pants. Whenever I would walk past her and Dave was not around or not looking I would rub my hard prick on her leg or ass and make sure she could feel how excited I was.

That night we changed into our pajamas and posted up in the living room to watch another movie. Once again Stacy was wearing her sexy little boyshorts and she was positioned again so that I had a great view of her ass. About five minutes into the movie she teased me even further by yanked up her shorts so that they rode up into her ass crack and gave her a wedgie. This gave me an even nice view of each individual cheek of her ass. 

At one point Dave got up to go use the bathroom and as soon as the door was shut behind him I quickly fished my hard prick out of my pajama pants. It proudly stood straight up in the air as I sat there.

"Hey Stacy," I said as I gripped my hard shaft at the base and waved it in her direction. She looked back at me and her eyes went wide as she stared lustily at my fat prick.

"Ooh you are such a dirty pervert," she whispered as I lewdly waved my dick back and forth for her viewing pleasure. She licked her lips and stared hungrily at my cock. "I have and idea. Get up to make some popcorn in ten minutes."

As soon as the toilet flushed I put my dick away as Dave came back out and joined us. As soon as ten minutes had gone by I announced I was going to make some popcorn and that they could just keep watching the movie. I went into the kitchen, stuck a bag of popcorn in the microwave and started the timer. As soon as the microwave started I heard Stacy ask Dave if he wanted anything from the kitchen because she was going to grab a drink. Stacy walked into the kitchen to join me and quickly bent over the counter and pulled her boyshorts down partway, exposing her glistening twat to me.




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"Hurry up and shove your cock in me," Stacy said as she reached back and grabbed it through my pants. "Just make sure and be quiet."

I wasn't about to waste this opportunity as I quickly pulled out my hard prick and aimed it at Stacy's snatch. Stacy put a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan as I shoved my prick balls-deep into her tight pussy with one swift thrust. I made sure to keep my own moans super low as I started to slowly pump my cock into her tightly gripping twat. We both made sure to listen for any signs of Dave getting up as we silently fucked in the kitchen. 

"Ugghh, let me know when your about to cum," Stacy whispered as I reached around and started to grope and fondle her juicy tits through her t-shirt. 

Just as the popcorn finished popping I felt my orgasm begin to build. I let Stacy know I was about to cum and she quickly jumped off my dick and knelt on the kitchen floor in front of me. 

"Fill my mouth with your delicious cum," Stacy said as she opened her mouth wide for me. I frantically jerked on my cock and quickly felt a huge load come rushing up through my shaft. I grunted as the first wad of jizz shot out and nailed Stacy in the back of the throat. She gagged slightly but maintained her position as I emptied spurt after spurt of gooey spunk into her waiting mouth. I groaned as I could not believe how much cum I was producing. I felt like I was actually taking too long to get my load out and that we might get caught by Dave. Finally my orgasm subsided and I shook my cock to dribble the last bit of cum into Stacy's waiting mouth. Stacy knelt there for a few seconds and held her mouth open so I could see how full it was with my jizz. She swirled her tongue around for a couple of seconds before she closed her mouth and swallow down the entire fat load of cum in one big gulp. 

Stacy quickly stood up and took a sip of her drink. She swirled it around in her mouth and spit it in the sink so she could get rid of the cum smell that would have been on her breath. She pulled her shorts back up, winked at me, and headed back out to the living to join Dave. I pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and took it into the living room. As I looked at Dave I could tell he was completely oblivious to what just happened. I felt bad for what I was doing to my friend but it was too much nasty fun for me to want to stop. Besides Stacy seemed like such a nasty slut that I don't think she would let me stop without torturing me with her relentless teasing.

After the movie was over and we had "gone to bed" I quickly heard Stacy and Dave begin to start fucking in the room. Obviously Stacy had not received her needed fix of dick from our fuck session earlier. It sounded like they were really going at it but I was so spent from earlier that I decided to just go to bed instead of checking out the action.

When I woke up in the morning and headed out to the kitchen Dave was already dressed and in there eating some breakfast and Stacy was in the shower.

"Morning dude, your dressed all early today," I said as I grabbed a cup of coffee.

"Sup man," Dave replied. "Yea I have to go to court today to take care of some stuff for my dui." 

I quickly faced the counter and looked out the window so that I could hide my hardening prick from Dave. Him going to court would mean that I would have at the very least an hour to have some nasty fun with Stacy.

"I'm already running behind so just tell Stacy I will see her in a couple of hours probably," Dave said as he finished his last bit of breakfast. I nodded as he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out the door. 

I went in my room and waited for a few minutes so that I could make sure that Dave was totally gone and wouldn't come running back in because he had forgotten something. I stripped off my clothes and stroked my cock until it was nice and rock hard. I walked naked down the hallway with my fat prick leading the way in front of me.

I opened the door to the bathroom and walked in, shutting the door behind me. Stacy was in the shower with her back to me and did not hear me come in as she was humming loudly to herself. I lewdly stroked my cock as I watched the blurry form of her soaping and washing her naked body through the shower glass. I slid open the shower door and stepped into the shower behind Stacy. She turned around at the sound and smiled when she saw me standing there with my hard prick aiming at her.

"I see that Dave has left to go to court," she said as she reached down and grasped my cock with her soapy hands. "I was hoping you might come in and join me."

This was the first time that I was fully viewing Stacy's full nakedness in such close proximity. I grabbed her and pulled her into me and shoved my tongue into her mouth. My rigid prick was mashed into Stacy's pelvis as we hungrily kissed each other in the shower. I pinned her against the shower wall and ground my cock into her while I continued to kiss her. Eventually I broke off from kissing her to lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth. Stacy moaned as I sucked on her luscious tit while I aggressively fondled the other one. 

After a few minutes of groping and kissing each other I decided it was time to really have some fun. I broke off kissing Stacy and turned her around so she was facing the shower wall. She knew what I wanted and arched her back and braced herself on the wall, exposing her hungry snatch to me. I aimed my cock at her pussy and jammed it deep into her cunt with one thrust. Stacy moaned as I quickly pumped my cock into her a couple of times. After a couple of thrusts though I pulled my cock out because I had other plans.

A grasped Stacy's ass cheek in my hands and spread them apart, exposing her puckered asshole. Stacy knew what I was after as she giggled and pushed her ass back towards me. I grasped my hard shaft and aimed my swollen cock head at her tight shitter. We both moaned in unison as the head of my cock slowly pushed into her asshole. I felt her asshole gripping my cock like a vice as just the head of my dick was inside her ass. I looked down and marveled at the sight of my thick shaft protruding from Stacy's tight, sucking asshole. It looked huge as it was stretching her tiny butthole apart.

I groaned as I slowly started to push my cock into her juicy ass. I reveled in the sensation as I watched inch after inch of my fat prick disappear deep into Stacy's bowels. Stacy let out a loud moan when my entire dick was buried deep in her asshole.

"Oh God, your cock is so big in my fucking asshole! I can feel every inch of your fucking prick!" She mewled with pleasure as she pushed back into my pelvis to try and bury my cock even deeper in her shitter. "Fuck my asshole you son of a bitch!"

I needed no further bidding as I started to buttfuck my best friend. Her asshole was so incredibly tight as it would suck and pull on my cock every time I pulled out to thrust back in. I was grunting with exertion as I gripped Stacy's hips and pumped my fat cock into her ass. 

The shower was big enough so, while keeping my prick firmly buried in her asshole, I pushed Stacy to the floor so that she was on her hands and knees. From this position I was really able to start slamming my cock into her shitter and give Stacy a brutal assfucking. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure (and maybe a little pain) as I fucked her butthole as hard as I could.

"God you are such a fucking nasty whore!" I yelled as I felt my balls slapping against Stacy's pussy with each thrust of my huge member.

There wasn't really any friction on the shower floor and I was buttfucking Stacy so hard that she quickly found herself pressed against the shower wall with her tits mashed into the tiling of the wall. I pinned Stacy there as I continued to thrust my huge cock in and out of her clenching asshole. I pressed my thumbs into the small of her back so that her ass arched up more for me. I loved the sight of my thick cock spreading her tiny asshole wide as it pushed deep into her bowels.

"Uggnhhh, your cock feels so good, I'm gonna fucking cum!" Stacy screamed as her body started quivering with orgasm. At that moment I felt my own load start to build up in my balls.

"Fuck yea, I'm about to blow my fucking load!" I yelled as I pounded away at Stacy's asshole. She looked back at me a she thrust back to take my dick as deep as possible.

Oh yes, fill my ass with your seed," Stacy moaned. "I want to feel your cock spraying inside of me!"

I let out a loud grunt as I felt the tip of my cock explode and unleash a torrent of cum deep within Stacy's juicy ass. I could feel her puckered asshole milking and clenching my prick as I spurted a huge amount of gooey sperm into my friend's shitter. Stacy moaned with pleasure as I filled her up with my seed. When my orgasm finally finished I slowly pulled my softening cock out of her butthole. As my cock finally popped out I could see that her asshole was gaping open from the stretching my dick gave it. I watched as a big glob of cum started oozing out her ass as Stacy was still on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, panting from the assfucking she had just received. 

"You OK?" I asked. "That was pretty intense."

Stacy looked back at me and smiled. "I'm better than OK. That was wonderful. I just want to stay here for a few minutes and enjoy the feeling of my ass full of your cum."

I felt my dick twitch from Stacy's nasty talk. Instead I decided to give Stacy some time to enjoy her cumfilled asshole. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I left the bathroom and headed back to my bedroom. I didn't bother to put any clothes on as I laid down on my bed and rubbed my dick until it quickly got hard again. We still had plenty of time before Dave got back and I planned to utilize it.

After ten minutes Stacy finally came out of the bathroom. She had dried off and had just a towel wrapped around her luscious figure. As she walked down the hallway I came out of my room and grabbed her, catching her by surprise. I pushed her into my room, yanking her towel off her in the process. Stacy giggled as her naked body landed on my bed.

"Oooh I see your all ready to go again," Stacy cooed as my hard cock dribbled precum in her direction.

I walked over to her, knelt on the floor and spread her legs so that her juicy pussy was right in front of my face.  Stacy leaned back on my bed and moaned aloud as I licked a finger and inserted it into her tight snatch. Stacy forced her shapely thighs wider as I forced another finger into the wet folds of her dripping cunt. 

"Mmm, that feels so good," Stacy moaned as I dug my fingers into the hot passage that gaped hungrily at me and with a sudden lunge I leaned forward and, holding the soft lips of her cunt apart, I sank my mouth into the wet and trembling nest of Stacy's twat with a hungry lust. Her twat was delicious as I sucked and licked feverishly at the succulent treat, while I stroked my engorged cock with my hand.

Within a matter of moments, my tongue was noisily exploring Stacy's hot dripping snatch with a persistence that made her gasp and wriggle on my bed like a belly dancer. As I sucked at the sweet folds of her juicy twat, Stacy urged herself to and fro so as to work herself off against my eager mouth. I pushed my stiff tongue inside her dripping cunt and nibbled the tender lips that squashed themselves into my sucking mouth. Stacy put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face even deeper into the folds of her wet snatch.

My hand, grasping my throbbing prick tightly, rubbed and jerked like a piston down between my thighs as I knelt before Stacy and any minute I knew that my cum would be

ready to spurt from the head of my cock very soon again. I was in a daze of delight, sucking at Stacy's twat and jerking on my rigid cock. As I licked and sucked at Stacy's dripping snatch I felt and heard her beginning to approach another orgasm of her own. Her cries of pleasure became more and more frantic and her hips jerked and waved from side to side until I could tell that she was about to erupt.

"Oh God, I'm fucking cumming," Stacy cried as her back arched and she lifted up off my mattress in the throes of a huge orgasm. I released my throbbing prick, grasped Stacy's legs in my hands and forced them even wider open. I plunged my mouth deep into her flooding cunt and sucked for all I was worth at the stiff little button of her clit which poked out from the folds of her glistening pussy lips. My fingers dug into Stacy's smooth legs, making her a prisoner as I lapped at her clitoris with my feverish tongue, while her body jerked around in orgasm. 

The display of female cunt in front of me went wild and I held her struggling legs apart as I made a meal of Stacy's erupting slit. For what seemed like an eternity, I was almost smothered in the sweet flesh that spread itself eagerly over my face, rubbing and trembling as Stacy savored every last tingle of pleasure before falling back exhausted onto my bed.  I knelt there panting for a few moments as I gazed at the sopping wet pussy in front of me.

Stacy's glistening pussy just looked too inviting as I stood up with her legs on my shoulders and thrust my cock into her. Stacy gasped in surprise as she was suddenly filled with my entire swollen fuck stick. I lifted her ass off the bed and furiously started pumping my shaft into her. Her cunt was still so juicy from her orgasm that loud squelching noises filled my bedroom as I fucked her.

"Ugh..let me...ughn.....know when...uhnn...your gonna....ummph.....cum," Stacy gasped between thrusts. "Umph...I want to.....oomph......eat your load."

I enjoyed the view of Stacy's tits bouncing in rhythm with the pounding of my prick. I leaned down so I could take one of her juicy melons into my mouth. Her calves were still propped on my shoulders so in the process of leaning down I always able to fuck my cock even deeper into Stacy's sucking twat. She was moaning with pleasure as she raked her fingernails across my back, leaving some nice little scratches.

After a few minutes of some seriously sloppy fucking I felt another load of jizz rising up in my balls. I quickly pulled my throbbing member out of Stacy's pussy and, knowing what was about to happen, she quickly flipped around and took my cock into her mouth. I grunted as the first wad of cum exploded out of my cock. I grabbed Stacy by the back of her head and forced my dick down her throat so that I was pumping my sperm right into her stomach. She gagged for just a second when I did this but quickly recovered and resumed drinking down my man goo. 

After it felt like I had dumped a gallon of cum down my friend's throat my orgasm finally ended. I pulled my wet cock from Stacy's mouth with a sloppy pop. Stacy quickly grabbed my dick and stroked it until the last couple drops of remaining jizz leaked out which she quickly licked up. I smiled at her as she opened her mouth to show me that she had swallowed down my entire load.

"Wow you came so much," Stacy said as she laid back on my bed. "I can feel you're warm cum slopping around in my belly."

"Jesus, when did you get so nasty?" I asked as I laid down next to Stacy on my bed. "I've known you for two years and had no idea you were like this."

Stacy rolled on to her side and draped one leg over mine so that I could feel her hot, wet snatch pressed into my thigh. "Mmm, if I had known that you had such a nice fat cock you would have known much sooner," she answered as she gently rubbed my deflated penis.

"Bigger than Daves?"

"I think Dave has you beat by an inch in length, but you are definitely thicker," Stacy said as she wrapped her hand around my cock. "I hope Dave doesn't try to assfuck me tonight cause you definitely stretched me out."

I could already feel my dick beginning to respond again with Stacy's hand wrapped around it. "So have you always been such a nasty slut or what? From what I've seen and experienced in the last couple of weeks you are an absolute fiend for the cock."

"Mmmm, I love hearing you talk dirty to me like that," Stacy cooed as she ground her dripping slit against the side of my leg. "The truth is I am a slut. I love cock and will take it any way I can get it. I guess I'm addicted to sex but how can it be a bad addiction when it's so much fun and I get exercise from it too?"

"I totally agree with you," I nodded. "If you're addicted than so am I!" I rolled Stacy so that she was on top of me, straddling my hips, and ground my hardening prick up on her pelvis. 

"You are addicted you nasty perv!" she said as she started to drag her wet slit up and down the length of my cock. 

I was getting ready to insert my fuck stick into Stacy for the third time that morning when she looked at my alarm clock and jumped off me.

"Oh shit! I didn't realize what time it was. Dave could be home soon so we should get dressed," Stacy said as she walked out my room, leaving me with another raging woody. 

It was a good thing that we didn't start fucking again because Dave walked in the door about 15 minutes later. I had decided to not jerk off and relieve my hard problem on the chance that I might be able to stick it to Stacy again sometime today. I was a predator who was going to take any chance he could to nail his prey. As soon as Dave turned his back my cock would be inside Stacy.

Unfortunately I never had a chance for the rest of the day. We ended up spending most of it driving around running errands. Stacy did not make things any easier on me. Every chance she had she would take to brush her fingers on, rub, or give my cock a quick grab through my pants whenever no one was looking. She was working me into a frenzy as my dick was in a constant state of arousal all day long.

That evening when we got back Stacy had a yoga class to go to. She went in to her room to change and when she came out my dick sprang to attention at the sight of her. She was wearing a new pair of black nylon yoga pants that were incredibly tight. They hugged every curve of her ass and legs like they were a second skin. Instead of her usual tank top she was wearing a sports bra, showing off her fit body and tight abs. 

Stacy came out to the living room where I was sitting and watching TV. She had her shoes on but they were both untied so she came and stood in front of me and, bending at the waist, went down to tie her shoes. Her luscious ass cheeks strained at the fabric of her yoga pants as she gave me a wonderful view. I could hear Dave in the kitchen chopping vegetables so I reached out and cupped one of her ass cheeks with my hand and gave it a squeeze. Stacy sighed as I caressed her ass and started rubbing my thumb on her snatch. 

"Mmm, you gotta stop that," Stacy whispered. "Your gonna get me all wet before I go to class." Even as she was saying this she contradicted herself as she sat down in my lap and ground her crotch onto my quickly hardening prick. 

I grabbed Stacy by the hips and pushed her down onto my pelvis as I pressed my cock into the wetness of her snatch. We were starting to have fun when we heard Dave coming down the hallway. Stacy quickly jumped off me and straightened out her pants.

"You ready to go babe?" Dave asked as he walked into the living room. Stacy looked a bit flustered as she nodded to him. Still, Dave seemed to know nothing as they headed out to give her a ride to yoga. I thought to myself that she was very lucky those yoga pants were black as I'm sure she had a bit of wetness starting to spread through her crotch.

When Dave returned he went back to making dinner. He is one of those rare guys who likes to cook so occasionally he will make a crazy meal. Tonight was one of those nights. It was getting close to the time when he would need to go pick up Stacy when he called me in to the kitchen.




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"Hey dude, I'm running a little behind on making this stuff. Do you think you could pick up Stacy from yoga?"

"Sure man, no problem," I nodded. "I actually need to grab some gas and hit the bank real quick, you mind if we lag a little?"

"Take your time man if you got a couple of errands," Dave replied. "Dinner is gonna be like another hour so you have time."

"Cool man, see you in a bit."

"Have fun!" Dave called as I walked out of the kitchen. It seemed like an odd thing to say when I was going to pick up his girlfriend but I decided to think nothing of it. What I knew was that I had been given an opportunity and bought myself some time to have a little fun with Stacy.

I pulled up in front of Stacy's yoga studio and she was waiting outside. She jumped in my car and I told her that Dave had asked me to pick her up and that we were going to take a little longer because, using air quotes, I needed to get gas and hit the atm. Stacy giggled and smiled as she knew exactly what that meant. 

Stacy was sitting at an angle in my passenger seat so that her ass was directly facing me. While keeping one hand on the wheel I reached over and started groping her juicy ass. Stacy moaned as I groped and mauled her tight butt with my right hand. I grabbed the top of her pants and was able to yank them down far enough to expose her wet cunt. Stacy groaned as I sunk two fingers deep into the folds of her pussy. As I started fingerfucking her Stacy reached back with her left arm to start rubbing and stroking my hard cock through my pants.

Within a couple of minutes we reached our spot. I had gone to a place that up until now was where Stacy and I would occasionally go to smoke a bowl. It was a dark culdesac with no working streetlights. The houses on both sides did not face the side street and they had high side walls. It had been the perfect smoke spot and now it was going to be the perfect place to fuck.

We were insanely horny due to all our groping and quickly jumped into the backseat so that we could have more room. Stacy yanked her yoga pants down around her ankles as I did the same with my pants and boxers. My hard fat cock sprang free and stood straight up. Stacy turned back and gave me a wicked look as she lifted her waist up and slowly sank herself down on my lap. I was in heaven as I felt inch after inch of my prick slide into her wet pussy as she slowly impaled herself on my fuck stick. Stacy let out a long sigh as her ass cheeks crushed into my pelvis as she had the entire length of my man meat filling her tight snatch. We sat there for a couple of minutes just relishing the pleasure of being so stuck together by our sex.

"Yeessss, I love being so full of cock," Stacy moaned as I flexed my throbbing member inside of her. I groaned as I felt Stacy respond by working the muscles within her pussy along the length of my cock. I pushed down on Stacy's waist as I tried to shove myself even deeper inside of her. 

Stacy was panting as she started to gyrate her hips against my pelvis. Her sexy ass was sliding around as her wet pussy was juicing all over my crotch. My swollen cock felt like it was becoming even more engorged with blood as it seemed to swell even bigger within her sucking snatch. Stacy leaned forward and lifted herself up until my dick was about to pop out of her. With a groan of pleasure she sank herself back down onto my shaft. She started repeating this, slowly fucking herself on my cock. 

I knew we did not want to take too long with our fucking since Dave was waiting back at the place with dinner so I just sat back and allowed myself to fully enjoy Stacy's tight twat. After a few minutes I quickly felt a big load starting to rise up.

"Ungh, I'm gonna cum Stacy. Where do you want it?"

"Fill with your seed baby," Stacy said as she sat down and impaled herself on my prick. "I need to take a shower anyways and don't want to spoil my dinner with one of your big loads."

I grunted in agreement as I felt my cock explode inside of Stacy's snatch. I groaned with pleasure as I sprayed my seed deep within my friend. Stacy was groaning too as her pussy milked every last drop out of my dick. I felt like I had unloaded so much jizz inside of Stacy that it was going to come out her mouth. Stacy sighed as we just laid there for a few minutes as my cock slowly shrank within the confines of her snatch.

We quickly dressed and straightened ourselves up before we headed back to the place. As soon as we walked in Stacy said hi to Dave and went straight into the shower. I imagine she did not want him to notice the big growing wet spot on her crotch from where my cum was starting to leak out of her freshly-fucked cunt.

After Stacy was finished with her shower we ate dinner and watched a movie. I was so worn out from all the fucking I had done during the day that I passed right out as soon as my head hit my pillow. I was pretty sure I had heard Stacy and Dave start going at it in their room but I fell asleep too quick to be positive. 

The next morning when I woke up I could hear that Stacy and Dave were definitely going at it. I popped open my door and headed down the hallway to use the bathroom. As I walked by their room I glanced in and was surprised to see that their door was completely open. I was even more surprised to see Stacy on the bed with Dave behind her fucking her doggystyle and they were both facing the open door. I made quick eye contact with Stacy and she waved at me. I was dumbfounded as I quickly went into the bathroom to take a piss. I was well aware of Stacy's teasing and putting on shows for me but this was even weirder. I decided that I should probably just go straight back to my room and wait for them to finish up otherwise things could get really awkward. As I quickly walked down the hall to my room I heard Stacy call out to me as I passed by her room.

"Hey Jeff, come in here!" she called out as I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around and slowly walked into their bedroom. Stacy was still on her hands and knees with Dave behind her, pounding away. Stacy smiled at me and Dave nodded and wished me a good morning.

"So I'm sorry to say...oomph....that I've been playing a.....unggh....little game with you and........uumpph.....I think the game needs to.....uuuhhnn.....end and the real fun begin," Stacy said as Dave pumped into her. I just stood there with a stupid, confused look on my face.

"What she's saying dude is that she needs to get double stuffed right now," Dave said as Stacy looked back at him and giggled. I still just stood there with my mouth hanging open.

"I can...uunnggh...see your confused," Stacy grunted. "The truth is Dave....ummphh....has known about our nasty....ooophh....fun all along."

. 

"Dude I love Stacy but she is fucking insatiable," Dave said as he nodded in confirmation. "I can't give her all the action she wants and need a little help. I could use a little help keeping this nasty slut occupied. Come on man, do you really think I would let Stacy leave the door open when were fucking or wear her sexy outfits around the house if I wasn't cool with it?" Dave stopped fucking Stacy as they both looked at me to see if I was going to freak out.

"What we're trying to say is that, as much fun as it was, no more of this sneaking around stuff," Stacy said as she ground herself against Dave's crotch and the hard dick that was still buried inside her. "I want your hard cocks all day, every day as much as your willing to share them with me." Stacy reached over and started rubbing my dick through my pajama pants. "And what I really want right now is to feel both your fat dicks inside of me!"

I spent about five seconds thinking about what had just happened. So while I thought Stacy was cheating on Dave with me she actually already had his permission. At first the thought of sharing Stacy with Dave struck me as weird but I quickly got over it as I thought about all the fun I would really be able to have now instead of having to wait for a chance. I had been involved in a couple of small gangbangs in the past so I was comfortable being around other guys as long as nothing gay was going down.  

Stacy grinned as I showed her my agreement by pulling out my quickly swelling member. I got up on their bed and knelt in front of Stacy's face as she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. Dave gave me a smile and a wink as he suddenly thrust forward into Stacy, causing her body to move forward and my dick to force itself down her throat. Stacy choked on my prick at the unexpected intrusion of her throat.

I groaned as Stacy quickly recovered and started working the length of my shaft with her throat muscles. I started to slowly fuck her mouth as Dave resumed pounding her tight pussy from behind. With every thrust from Dave her head was forced down on to my cock. With help from Dave I was really giving Stacy a good facefucking. Stacy moaned with my prick filling her mouth as we got a rhythm going, plugging Stacy from both ends. After a few minutes of this nastiness Stacy pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me.

"I want you both deep inside me," she groaned. "I want to get doublefucked by your fat cocks!"

"We better give the lady what she wants," Dave said as he pulled his dripping cock out of Stacy's twat. "So Jeff, you want her asshole or cunt?"

I thought about how Stacy had tricked me and what would be the most punishing for her. "I'm gonna fuck this sluts tight little butthole," I said as I started stripping off my clothes. I knew my thick cock was going to stretch her out nicely. 

"Hmmm, I have a feeling I'm going to have a hard time walking after this one," Stacy said coyly as she leaned back on the bed and spread her just-fucked pussy lips so I could see her wet snatch. 

Dave climbed up on the bed next to Stacy and laid back so that his hard cock was standing straight up in the air. Stacy rolled on to him and straddled his hips as his prick ground itself into her pelvis. Stacy lifted herself up and Dave aimed his cock at her sopping wet cunt. She slowly lowered herself down, sinking inch after inch of man meat into her sucking snatch. Stacy let out a low moan when Dave finally had his entire shaft crammed up inside of her. 

I stood there stroking my rock hard cock at the sight of the lewd display in front of me. Dave reached around and grasped Stacy's ass cheeks, spreading them apart so that I could see her tight puckered asshole winking at me. Stacy looked back at me with a smile on her face as she waited for me to come complete her double stuffing.

I got up on the bed and positioned myself behind Stacy. She sat there with Dave's cock still inside her as I aimed my prick at her waiting butthole. Stacy moaned and I slowly pushed by swollen cock-head into her tight anal entrance. I remembered her ass being incredibly tight before but this with Dave's dick buried in her vagina it seemed to become even tighter. I groaned as the head of my fuck stick popped into her luscious asshole. I slowly started to ease my cock into her ass until I finally had my entire prick buried deep in Stacy's bowels.

"Oh God, I'm so fucking full of cock," Stacy moaned as she slumped down on Dave. She was completely pinned between us with a foot and a half of throbbing man meat buried inside both her holes. Stacy was totally impaled with massive cock. 

Stacy arched her back and started letting out some seriously animalistic noises as Dave and I started to pump our cocks in and out of her. It took a couple of minutes to get our timing right but we eventually had a nice rhythm going as we alternately thrust our cocks into her tight asshole and snatch. The feeling was wonderful on my cock as I felt her asshole sucking at it every time I pulled it out just to shove it deep back inside of her. 

All three of us were doing a lot of moaning and grunting as we really started to pound our cocks into Stacy in unison. We were all hot and sweaty and having an incredible time with this insatiable slut. Stacy suddenly let out a low scream as her body started to violently shake with a massive orgasm. The throes of her orgasm caused her asshole and pussy to grip our cocks even tighter and I felt my own orgasm begin to brew.

"Shit, I'm gonna fucking cum!" I yelled.

"Fuck! Me too!" Dave yelled in agreement from under Stacy.

"Fill me with your hot seed you motherfuckers!" Stacy groaned as her body was still quivering with her orgasm.

Dave and I both let out a loud grunt as we both simultaneously exploded inside Stacy. I felt my cock erupt and spill a huge amount of cum deep inside Stacy's ass and I knew that Dave was doing the same inside her pussy. We grunted and groaned as we filled Stacy up with so much jizz that I thought it might come out of her mouth. All three of our orgasms finally subsided as Stacy collapsed on to Dave in exhaustion.

I pulled my cock out of Stacy's asshole with a wet sounding plop as she rolled off of Dave releasing his shrinking dick from the confines of her snatch. I watched Stacy as she lay there breathing heavily, her juicy tits heaving up and down with each breath. Her entire naked body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from all of the exertion. I felt my dick twitch as Stacy spread her legs to show off her freshly fucked pussy and asshole. I watched as our cum slowly started to ooze out of her orifices. 

What Stacy did next truly amazed me as she reached down and scooped up a big glob of cum. She brought it up to her mouth and, looking right at me, proceeded to eat and lick of the jizz off her fingers. Dave and stood there in awe as we watched Stacy retrieve as much cum as she could from inside of her and eat it right up. This sick, depraved sight instantly had both of our cocks nice and hard again.

Stacy grinned when she saw us both standing there with are throbbing members sticking out in front of us. She finished scooping her gooey treat out of her orifices and grabbed a pillow off the bed. She came to the front of the bed, tossed the pillow down on the floor between us, and got off the bed. She knelt down on the pillow in between Dave and myself and grabbed both of our hard cocks, one in each hand.

Dave and I stepped in closer to Stacy as she looked up at the two of us and started to gently stroke our dicks. She leaned over to Dave and took his cock into her mouth while she continued to stroke my shaft. As I watched Stacy slurping on Dave's cock I thought about how this would be a good time to give her a little more punishment for tricking me.

"Hey Dave," I said, looking over at him. "What do you say we make a mess out of this dirty slut right now?"

"Sounds fun to me," Dave grinned. He looked down at Stacy with her lips wrapped around his dick. "What do you think slut? Do you want us to make a nice little mess out of you?" 

In response to Dave's question, Stacy let out a nonsensical gagging noise around his cock. It did not sound like she was objecting to me.

"I think that was a gag of approval," I said as I put my hand on the back of Stacy's head and shoved it towards Dave's crotch. She let out a loud choking noise as the full length of Dave's prick was forced down her gullet. 

Dave groaned as I kept my hand firmly on the back of Stacy's head so she could not release the cock from her throat. Stacy let out a loud snort through her nose as she struggled for breath with her throat full of man meat. I held her there for a few more seconds before I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head away from Dave's cock. Stacy gasped for breath as Dave's prick popped from her mouth and a copious amount of drool spilled out of Stacy's mouth and ran down her chin, on to her tits and belly. 

I gave Stacy a few seconds to catch her breath before I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face towards my waiting cock. I aimed my shaft at her open, gasping mouth and shoved my entire prick down her throat in one slowly thrust. I felt her throat muscles tighten on my cock as Stacy gagged on the thick meat forcing itself down her gullet. Her nose buried itself in my pubic hair and I enjoyed the feeling of my cock deep down her throat. I waited a few seconds and then started pumping my cock into Stacy's mouth, fucking her face. Dave reached down and held her head steady so I could really start slamming my cock down Stacy's throat. I was being pretty brutal but I could tell by the look on Stacy's face that she was enjoying her throatfucking. She truly was a nasty slut.

"All right, my turn," Dave said as he pulled Stacy's head off my cock. She let some more drool spill out of her mouth before Dave shoved his cock down her throat. 

I held Stacy's head like Dave had done for me as he started to facefuck his girlfriend in front of me. Stacy stroked on my cock while she gagged and choked from the throatfucking she was receiving. Stacy took the nastiness like a champ and knelt there on the floor letting us abuse her pretty face. She used one hand to stroke the cock she wasn't sucking while she inserted a couple of fingers in her pussy and started fingerfucking herself with the other hand.

After another minute Dave yanked Stacy's head back by her hair and shoved her towards my cock again. Stacy drooled all over my prick as I grabbed her head and shoved it back down her throat again. I could feel my saliva coated balls slapping against Stacy's chin as I brutally fucked her pretty face. She was making the most wonderful, sloppy gagging sounds as I could see her throat bulge with every deep thrust of my dick. 

For the next ten minutes Dave and myself proceeded to pass Stacy back and forth, roughly fucking her face. She had drooled out a ton of saliva from having her throat fucked and her tits, belly, and pelvis were a dripping, slimy mess. I could tell she was loving every second of our roughness though because, in between her gagging and choking, she would moan happily as she frigged away on her snatch with a couple of fingers.

"So Stacy is quite a mess Dave but I think she needs some cum dumped on her pretty face," I said as I felt my orgasm building.

"You know what? I have never given Stacy a facial," Dave said. He looked down at Stacy with his cock in her mouth. "What do you think babe? Do you want us to splatter you with our loads? Were gonna cum real soon."

"I want you guys to shower me with your cum," Stacy said as she pulled Dave's cock from her throat. "I want to be drenched in your jizz!"

Dave and I moved in front of Stacy so we had our throbbing cocks aimed right at her pretty face. We started jerking on our pricks as she continued to fingerfuck herself. I knew I had already blown one load but I felt another huge orgasm building in my balls.

"Shit I'm gonna explode!" I yelled. "I'm gonna splatter you, you fucking slut!"

"Oh fuck, me too," Jason grunted as a huge wad of jizz shot from the tip of his cock and caught Stacy right across her entire face. 

A second later I felt my dick erupt and my first blast of cum nail Stacy in the forehead and streak across her blond hair. Dave and I grunted and groaned as we both unloaded equally huge loads of man goo all over Stacy's face, hair and tits. By the time we both collapsed back against the wall with our dripping cocks Stacy was a cum drenched mess. She couldn't open one of her eyes because there was such a big glob of spunk. Her face was streaked and splattered along with her juicy tits. She even had a few long streaks of jizz in her hair.

As Stacy sat down on the floor and started eating the cum off her face I couldn't help but be amazed at the sight before me. I had always been a horny pervert who watched a little too much porn but I never thought I would meet such an incredibly nasty slut in real life. I never thought one of my best friends would be like this but Stacy's lust for cock was unbelievable and my mind raced at all the thoughts of what fun could be had with her. The last few weeks had been great but I knew that now that everything was out in the open that this was only the beginning. I knew that the real nasty, perverted fun was only just getting started.




Action for the Third Wheel



To Be Continued..............





About the Author:

I'm a chill guy in my late twenties. My friends and family know me as I nice, funny, easy-going guy but I am also a nasty pervert. I can't help but I think about sex constantly. And not just any sex but nasty perverted fun. Nothing ridiculously crazy but pretty nasty stuff. I love meeting chicks who enjoy being depraved sluts.

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Action in the Theatre



What a lousy end to a long weekend! I could only blame myself for waiting until Monday morning to check plans with my friends only to find everyone busy already. As if mocking me, the sky had clouded over as well, spoiling any thoughts I might have of going to the beach or walking. My mood darkened along with the clouds as I aimlessly drove around town, hoping something, anything, would catch my eye and provide some distraction. Lately, a cloud of boredom had been hovering over my head that nothing seemed to dissipate.

The blare of a horn startled me, adrenaline rushing through my system though it had not been directed at me I saw. Glancing around, I grimaced as I realized I had ended up in a slightly seedier part of the city. I hadn't spent much time here, usually driving through, so I was curious. Three pawn stores on one block, a bottle return store with a line of people down the block and several boarded-up storefronts caught my attention first. Street people loitered everywhere, some hyper-active, others vacantly staring into space and others who looked perfectly normal. I mentally slapped myself for that last thought; of course, there were all sorts of people. Who was I to judge?

Up ahead, was a movie theatre and the marquee caught my eye. "Demolition Woman"? I hadn't heard of it, but loved "Demolition Man" as well as other action movies. Was this a sequel or perhaps a remake with a woman in the lead? I was intrigued; here was a way to spend a pleasant couple hours on a cloudy day off! My luck was looking up as I found rock star parking in front of the theatre. At least I wouldn't worry about my car while enjoying a movie. I put in enough money for three hours, not knowing how long the movie was, ensured the doors were locked and headed to the ticket booth. An obviously bored man handed me my change ticket and I smiled widely at him, hoping to perk up his day.

"I just love action movies!" I picked up by ticket, pocketing the change. He looked startled, and then gave me a smirk.

"Yeah, I love this kind of action." He laughed. "Enjoy the movie, ma'am!"

Bemused, I shook my head and walked inside. Bypassing the refreshments, I stopped first in the ladies room to freshen up, and then walked into the darkened theatre. Faint lights were up as trivia and ads played on the screen. The room was fairly empty, but I wasn't surprised to find I was the only female. Traditionally, women weren't interested in action movies and I was an anomaly, I knew. I wasn't surprised either that the whole room looked a little worn considering the area. Looking around, I decided on the last row in the back, off to the far right. Considering the explosions in the first movie, I wanted my ears to be ready for this one.

I had barely taken my seat when the lights lowered, signalling the movie was about to begin. Happily, I settled myself more comfortably, enjoying this decidedly positive shift to the day. Sure, I could definitely get into a pleasant afternoon in a movie theatre with my favorite genre of movie. I hoped it was as good as Stallone's original. Sequels and remakes had a tendency to disappoint. Frowning slightly, I concentrated on the screen as the opening credits began, unfamiliar production companies appearing one after the other. I hadn't heard of any, but I mentally shrugged because who knew them all? 

Finally the movie began and I settled back again. The movie certainly didn't open with a bang and it seemed decidedly low-budget. Intent on getting every nuance, I jumped slightly when someone took the seat next to me. Glancing quickly, I saw it was a man, taking in his shirt, worn jeans and an impression of a fair height before settling on the screen again. Unbidden, my eyes wandered over the nearly-empty theatre again, where he could have sat anywhere. Mentally, I shrugged; perhaps, like me, he had expected lots of explosions. Explosions that weren't coming, I realized as the acting, if you could call it that, droned on and on. Starting in the future, global warming had made it impossible for women to reproduce. Okay, so Wesley Snipes' character would come in sometime here instead of it starting us in the past?

In the next few moments, I realized my mistake; the clerk's smirk and comment now made sense as I realized I had wandered instead into an adult movie. Grimacing at my naiveté, I stared at the screen as the first sex scene began unfolding. From what I heard from others, it would only be the first of many and I found myself in a quandary. Never having watched porn before, did I now sit through the movie I had paid to see just to say I had seen one or walk out like a prude. I'd never considered myself to be a prude, just a little more reserved than others. Not one to take the lead in sex, I had never asked for anything more from the three men I had been with to date than they had been prepared to initiate. Oh, the sex had always been ... nice and I had enjoyed myself sometimes more than other times, but I'd had to fake orgasms with them. On my own, I could bring myself to orgasm fairly quickly and more than a couple times if I was exceedingly worked up. Several times, I had left their arms to bring myself off because I had been so worked up, but found no release with them.

Curiously, I watched the screen after a quick glance around again at the theatre and the man beside me. In my head, I had thought men went to these movies to jack off, but I sensed no movement from anyone and I relaxed, mentally chuckling to myself. On screen, the heroine was on her knees, giving an enthusiastic blow-job and I watched her, thinking of my own pathetic attempts in the past. I often tried to content them with more licking and moving my hand since moving more the tip into my mouth caused me to gag. How romantic and sexy to have a girl throwing up on your cock! As I watched her head bobbing, I found myself envying her methods as much as the man on-screen was enjoying them. I was unprepared for the tingle that began between my legs and in my nipples, the warm pooling and hardening buds signalling my enjoyment of what I was watching. Perhaps there was something to this watching porn after all, I thought, crossing my legs. I found myself wishing I had worn jeans instead of the short skirt and thong, their stiff material could provide some delicious friction right about now.

Intent on the screen, I jumped when a warm male hand clasped my thigh just above my knee. My eyes stared forward, frozen on the screen, as I caught no other movement around me and realized it was the man next to me. My mouth opened and closed twice as I tried to find both the courage and my voice. I started trembling as his fingers tightened. In warning? A quick glance around established that we were isolated in the back corner, no ushers strolling the aisles and everyone else intent on the screen. My turmoil decreased when his fingers loosened, thinking he would remove his hand. Instead, tension began coiling inside me as his hand began slowly inching up my thigh. Gasping, I put my hand over his, thinking to stop him, but his hand kept moving inexorably closer, fingers pressing against the top of my skin. 

As his hand slid smoothly under my skirt, I bit my lip, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. I pressed my legs tightly together hoping to deter his movements and discovery of how I was affected by the scene on the screen. By now, this had changed, the male on-screen had her legs over his shoulder, his tongue and fingers busy in her pussy. This, too, they seemed to both enjoy though, again, my own experiences had been swift, pleasant and unfulfilling. My distraction with the screen was brought swiftly to a halt as the strong male fingers suddenly pushed between my loosened thighs. I gasped as they pressed against my warm mound, instinctively tightening my thighs around his hand. A soft exhalation, suspiciously like a chuckle, told me of my mistake as his fingers were forced tightly against me. I quickly uncrossed my legs, this second instinct proving my undoing as his fingers moved quickly, sliding under my thong and between my wet folds. 

I bit my lip again, this time to hold back a moan as his strong fingers expertly glided up, circling my clit once, twice, before pressing against it through the hood. An answering flood of juices welled out of me and I heard a growl of male satisfaction as his fingers tracked it, two fingers suddenly pushing deep inside me. My breath quickened, adrenaline shooting through my veins at the combination of this attack and my own growing arousal. Was it an attack though? Could I claim rape? I was letting him, wasn't I? Shaking my head, I tried to regain control of the situation, closing my legs tightly again, legs that had somehow spread apart of their own volition! The movement drove his fingers deeper inside me, a move that caused mutual groans from both of us. I turned my head away from him, ashamed of my body's reaction and my own seemingly inability to stop him. 

Abruptly, his fingers withdrew, but before I could protest, I felt their slick touch on my face as he gripped my chin, pulling my head around. Startled, I opened my mouth to protest, but his firm mouth covered mine, stilling my words, his tongue meeting mine in a move determined to conquer. My eyes closed tightly, I moaned into his mouth as he turned in his seat, bringing his right hand around and under my skirt. If I had thrilled to what he did with his left hand previously, his right hand was obviously his dominant. My thighs parted willingly as he plunged three fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy, circling it as his fingers began stroking in and out. His touch demanded my surrender and even I was wondering why I was holding back. My head kept telling me this was wrong, but my body was reacting stronger and quicker to his touch than with anyone else. 

I felt his male growl of satisfaction as I lifted my hips, trying to impale myself on his fingers to drive them deeper. His thumb pressed firmly onto my clit, rubbing it now with strong pressure as his fingers spread open, stretching my inner walls, dragging against them with each plunge and retreat. "Good girl," he muttered against my mouth, his tongue plundering inside as his fingers did the same. The combination was driving me higher, faster, my head spinning as I whimpered into his mouth. I had never come so close to orgasm with a man and, oh god, I wanted to come so bad right now. It was a pivotal moment for me and I forgot the men around us, the dark theatre, the fervent moaning on the screen as I felt my body tightening, heat coursing everywhere. My juices were soaking his fingers already and I shuddered as he withdrew his touch for a moment, my muttered "no!" lost in his male chuckle as he suddenly plunged four fingers inside me. The extreme stretching which I had never had before, combined with the constant pressure on my clit pushed me over the edge, and his fingers kept moving through the hard orgasm that rocked my body. His mouth swallowed the sounds I made, sounds I had never made before as my body stiffened up out of the seat, riding the waves of pleasure he had caused. 

Fire coursed my veins; a fine sheen of perspiration covered me as I sank down, my breasts bouncing as my lungs sought to draw air. He drew the kiss to a close and I sank back, breathing heavily as sensations began easing. He withdrew his fingers slowly, my pussy gripping them tightly so there was a soft popping sound when he pulled them out. He chuckled again and I turned my face down in embarrassment, feeling the fire in my cheeks. I had behaved like a whore, wantonly accepting him. What was wrong with me? How could I hold my head up to walk past him and leave? Worse, would my legs even carry me? 

My embarrassed reverie was disrupted as he moved back, impatiently pushing the hand rest up into the seats, leaving nothing between our bodies. My breath hitched as he pulled me closer, his muscled arms snaking around my body, my breasts pressed tightly between us. A moment later, I felt his warm hands under my blouse against my heated skin, moving in soothing circles. I shuddered against him, confused by his gentle, soothing touch after the scene that had just passed. I felt his lips press against my shoulder close to my neck, then trail up, his lips closing against my neck as his tongue flicked out, soothing and arousing me at the same time. I was confused as hell. I should not be enjoying this. I should be fighting him! But, with my body still seething inside from my orgasm, I was having trouble moving away or reconciling the various emotions.

The soft sound caught my attention though I didn't know why. A moment later, I heard the distinct sound of a zipper opening, the metal teeth clicking as material parted. I started, his arms tightened around me or, rather, one arm did. The other, I realized, was gone and a quick glance down told me why as his erection sprung into view. I stared, fascinated, as the thick shaft stood straight up, rooted inside his jeans still and I wondered how he had felt with it trapped in there. As I stared, the flickering screen caught a single drop glistening at the head and I licked my lips, an unfamiliar desire to taste it. My hand moved out of its own accord and I dropped it quickly only to have him grab my fingers and place them directly on his cock, curling his fingers around mine then sliding to my wrist, leaving my fingers where they were.

I swung my eyes to him and back to his cock, mesmerized by the soft, hot skin covering the steel within. My touch was tentative, fingers loosely curled around the hard shaft as I slid them down and then up, enjoying the dichotomy of soft skin around thick strength. I could feel the veins along the underside pulsing, hear his labored breathing as I explored. With wonder, I realized I had rarely had the chance to explore my lovers' cocks and I mourned the loss of that time now. I could feel everything, every ridge, vein, the stiff, yet soft, bristly hairs at the base of his shaft, the jarring touch of the metal zipper that had my fingers moving up again. He briefly buried his head in my neck and I heard his harsh whisper "harder!" but my fingers continued their soft exploration. 

Impatient fingers covered mine as he curled them firmly, stroking the shaft between my hand. His cock leapt against my hand and his answering groan told me I was giving him pleasure. Surprisingly, this helped to soothe my conscious. After all, I had allowed him to give me so much pleasure and my first orgasm from a man. The least I could do was do the same, right? Pushing aside ideas of right and wrong, I leaned against him, my fingers tightening, my hand following his rhythm as his own hand fell away, continuing to pump the hot flesh. My thumb wandered when I reached the head, drifting over the top of his cock, smoothing the liquid there, smearing it around the head and I had an intense desire to taste it. Raising my hand, I touched my tongue tentatively to my thumb, letting the salty, musky taste spread before drawing my thumb into my mouth. My eyes met his and I had an impression of strong lines and glittering blue eyes, but his face remained in shadows. I faltered, withdrawing my thumb, letting my subconscious out for a moment.

His hand closed on the back of my neck, strong fingers pressing firmly and I felt him pushing my head down. It didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what he wanted and I resisted, shaking my head violently. My protests were futile as his hand pushed my head down until my mouth was aimed perfectly at the head of his cock. Trembling, I licked my lips, keeping them closed, remembering the taste, but knowing I would not, could not do this. His fingers slid under my hair, tangling in them and closing around the hair at the base of my scalp, tightening painfully and my mouth opened in protest. In one smooth move, his hand closed around his shaft, holding himself as he sharply pushed my head down, his cock head pushing into my mouth. I struggled, in vain, as he kept his hand tight in my hair, letting his cock head rest just inside my mouth. He kept me firmly in place as well as his hand on his cock holding it so I could not withdraw. 

Suddenly, he thrust his hips up, pushing his cock further into my mouth. Tears sprung to my eyes both from the cock filling my mouth, the familiar gagging beginning, as well as the fingers tightly pulling my hair. I opened my mouth wider to try to try to protest, my thought processes somewhat jumbled as to how I could get any words out around a mouth full of cock, and he took the opportunity to thrust in deeper. I heard his soft groan barely through the rushing in my ears, my tears tracking my cheeks as I struggled to take the unfamiliar thickness. A push of my head allowed more of his cock to slide in and I thrashed by body as my air was cut off. Adrenaline again took control, pushing the familiar feeling of fight or flight and I stopped moving, breathing heavily through my nose, swallowing around his cock, trying to soothe myself. 

The pressure let up on my neck and he allowed my mouth to slide up his cock. I felt myself relaxing, believing he was going to stop, but he only let my mouth slide back so far and then pushed down again, the thick cock pushing back inside. I struggled again, briefly, remembering to breathe through my nose before relaxing, swallowing strongly. A sound above me led me to believe he enjoyed that even though it was helping me not to gag. I swallowed again, my mouth and throat muscles working around his cock and felt a sharp push on my head. My lips met the hairs at his crotch as my mouth engulfed his whole cock, the tip pushing easily into my throat. I shifted my body and felt my neck straighten, the new position helping rather than hindering. With a shudder, my body signalled to him and I felt the acceptance, too. His hand loosened, fingers stroking and soothing my scalp. 

I slid my mouth up his cock and his fingers tightened once in warning, but I knew now that I could do this. I tried to focus on the hard flesh inside my mouth, the saliva that had gathered when I gagged still flooding my mouth so his cock was surrounded by wet heat. I waited until just the head was inside my mouth, and then tentatively sucked on it. His answering groan told me this was the right move and my femininity responded, wanting to please the male beside me. I boldly slid down his cock, relaxing my throat now that I knew I could, taking the tip deep inside, my tongue pressed up against his hot flesh as his cock sank deep. My cheeks hollowed as I pulled my head up, lips tight around his cock as I sucked tightly, letting him feel constant pressure. I felt the shudder run through his body and knew I was doing it right. 

We stayed like this for a while, me sliding my mouth slowly up and down his cock, enjoying the feel and taste as I practised my new-found skills on him. I was enjoying the feel of his hot shaft inside my mouth, the skin slick against my tongue and inner cavity, the head hard as it hit the back of my throat with each thrust. My nose would bury in the hairs at the base, his musky scent filling my nostrils as it brushed the crisp nest. Every time I slid my mouth up, I would stop at the head, my tongue probing around the edges and sucking, enjoying the taste as more drops poured out. The tastes, scents and motions mingled and I felt my body responding, heat pooling between my thighs again. I moved my legs, restlessly scissoring them to create friction and soothe my pussy. I felt greedy, but the orgasm was still fresh in my mind.

I felt him shift and the hand at my neck tightened, signalling a change. His hips thrust up and his cock buried in my throat, the now-familiar thickness filling my mouth and throat. I moaned and felt his cock twitch. Emboldened, I did it again and felt the answering twitch again. From the back of my mind, I remembered some long-forgotten conversation about blow-jobs and began a low, quiet humming. A muttered curse above me told me it was the right move and I swallowed, letting my throat work his cock before humming again. I was amazed at how good this made me feel, too, and a little guilty, but glad he was enjoying it, too. 




Action in the Theatre



I felt the heat off his body as he stiffened against me, muttering something as he began guiding my head, his hips thrusting up off the seat. His pace picked up and I tried to keep up, my head now bobbing up and down as my mouth slid up and down his cock. Instinctively, I tightened my lips to ensure he didn't slide out, trying to keep pace. It seemed he had left my movements behind and between his hand and his hips, I was no longer giving him pleasure, he was taking it on his own. The though skittered across my mind that he was using my mouth ... no, he was fucking my mouth. I know, I should have felt dismay, so why did this cause a new flood from my pussy? My own arousal grew in sync and proportion with his movements. I was glad that he was controlling me, thrilled he was using my mouth and eager for the flood I hoped he would give me. 

I felt his movements speed, both hands on my head now as his hips pumped, forcing his cock deep and hard. It was all I could do to keep my mouth and lips tight around him, the precum steadily flooding my senses. My only warning was a final hard thrust, burying his cock deep inside my throat and a hot rush of liquid began spewing inside. Swallowing instinctively, I felt the hot jets hit my throat, the taste flooding through my mouth. I whimpered as a few drops inched out of the corners of my mouth, greedily wanting it all. My tongue worked feverishly trying to catch whatever escaped my throat and I kept swallowing, my lips tightening to hold it inside. When he finally slumped in his seat, my nose stayed buried at the base of his cock, my breath in sync with his as I struggled to keep his cock inside and still breathe! 

His fingers loosened their hold and he stroked my hair, his fingers gentle. I began sliding my mouth up his cock, stopping to flatten my tongue against the shaft, feeling him shudder at my touch. His cock appeared still hard though not as it had been and I took my time cleaning it, my mouth gentle, my tongue teasing, seeking out each drop. When I got to the head, I kept it inside, my tongue probing, soothing as I gently sucked against it. I felt his fingers tighten briefly, but I wrapped my own around the base of his cock, tightening them around him. His answer was a deep chuckle "greedy little girl" I heard above me and I knew he was right. I wanted to do this again. My own greed was guiding my movements, encouraging me to keep his cock hard. In that moment, I saw myself, naked on my knees, a line of men in front of me, my eager mouth open and begging for their cocks. I shivered, desire mixed with revulsion coursing through me. The word "slut" skittered across my mind. Ever the good girl, where were these thoughts coming from?

Giving his cock head a last slow lick, I felt like a wanton woman. Something inside me shifted and I think it was my old reserve slinking out of me. As I sat back up, I let my breast brush against his arm and was rewarded with that warm chuckle again. I glanced up through my eyelashes, a slow smile curving my lips, moistening them and again tasting his essence. Leaning forward, his whisper in my ear was a purred growl. "Such a lovely little cock-sucker. I'll bet that made you wet, didn't it?" My breath caught as I spread my legs for his fingers and he laughed lowly again as he brushed against my sodden pussy.

Anticipating, needing his fingers again, I gasped as he grasped my waist with both hands, hauling me effortlessly onto his lap. As I struggled to catch my bearings, he settled me, sliding his hands down to my thighs and pushing them wider apart. Cool air curled tendrils around the heated moisture of my pussy and thighs. A strong arm wrapped around my ribs, capturing my breast, massaging it as he drew me back against him. My legs were spread wide, draped open around his legs which he moved apart, spreading me even wider. Biting my lip, I looked around the theatre, not surprised now to see jerking movements from a few of the men shadowed there. 

"Reach forward, grab the back of that seat and don't let go," I heard the thread of steel running through his hoarse whisper and obeyed instantly, my fingers curling into the padded back. Doing so forced me to lean forward over his legs, bending my body in half. Trying to keep my balance, I hooked my feet around his seat, my ass lifting slightly off his lap. "Good girl," He murmured as he thrust two fingers into my exposed pussy. I groaned, my head dropping down as my soaking pussy gripped his fingers. Impatiently, I tried to push down, but couldn't do so without letting go of the seat and his low chuckle told me he knew this as he pushed his fingers deep then withdrew them completely. 

"No!" I groaned, my voice louder than I meant to, but I was beyond caring. "Please, please, put them back!" I looked over my shoulder, not even upset by the wanton positioning of my body. A huff of laughter was my answer as his fingers bit into my ass cheek, lifting me slightly. A strangled moan was all I could manage as the blunt thickness of his cock head pushed inside my tight, wet sheath, stretching me open. Deep shudders rocked my body as he pushed steadily, forcing an inch inside, then another inch, before withdrawing. I wanted to weep in frustration, pressing my knees into his, hoping to convey how much I needed this. Oh, God, I did! I needed him to fuck me! Deep down, I knew he wasn't wearing a condom, but babies and diseases took a far-off place in my head next to how much I needed his cock.

The only warning I got was his fingers biting into both sides of my hips as he suddenly thrust up, his thick, hard cock pushing up inside of me. I yelped, my head tossing back, a croaked "Yes" rising out of my lips. Licking them, I concentrated on the feeling as his cock impaled me, his hips rising out of the chair to seat it as deeply as possible. I shut my eyes as my senses were overwhelmed by the perfume of our combined scents, the heated hardness of his cock, my juices sliding down his shaft and dripping down my inner thighs, the wet noise as he pulled out a little and thrust hard. My whole body shook with the force and I welcomed it, gripping the seat back tighter, all my senses trained on him, his cock inside me.

My breath hitched as he began fucking me, fingers holding my body as he slammed in and out of my wet, swollen folds. There was no gentleness here and I didn't want any. Bent as I was, every slam forced his jeans up against my clit, rubbing it as his cock plunged in and out, the sensations driving me higher and I knew he would send me over into another orgasm, my first with a man. My mouth dropped open, lips slack, eyes still closed as I sucked air inside in noisy pants. I didn't care what I looked like now or if we were noticed. All I cared about was the cock inside me and the man fucking me hard and fast.

The snicking sound of a zipper barely penetrated my consciousness, but the hands gripping my head did and my eyes flew open as a cock was thrust in-between my lips! Another man stood before me, standing up against the seat I was gripping, pushing his cock into my mouth. The visual I had earlier flashed through my head and my pussy clenched around the cock drilling inside it. This man's face was in shadow, the screen of writhing bodies behind him and I didn't care. Opening my mouth wider, I tightened my lips around his cock and began sucking him like a pro.

The men began working together, one at either end of me, cock filling my mouth as it was withdrawn from my pussy, then pushing into my pussy as the other pulled out of my mouth. I felt like a toy, pushing and pulling between two men, but, oh, fuck, yeah, how good it felt! Wet, heated liquids were coating the cock in my pussy as I gripped it greedily, mimicking my mouth as I took the thrusting cock deep into my throat. Both men were groaning softly and I was whimpering around the cock in my mouth, needing more. Faster. Harder. Rougher. My legs began shaking as I gripped his knees, pushing down as best as I could and I was rewarded as he shifted down in the seat, giving more power to his thrusts. 

The cock in my mouth was hardening and swelling more; intuitively, I knew he was close to cumming and I took my hand off the seat to cup his balls. His low groan would have made me smile if I could with my mouth distended around his cock. A smack on my bare ass shocked me and I jumped, my hand fumbling for and gripping the seat again. "Bad girl" I heard behind me as his knuckles rubbed across my ass cheek. I felt it slide down my ass crack, rubbing against my rosebud and my cheeks tightened instinctively. He chuckled, dipping his finger lower, sliding my juices up along my crack, wetting it thoroughly. 

"Fuck, yeah," I heard over my head as fingers tightened on my hair and he began fucking my mouth hard and fast. I barely had a chance to prepare as thick, hot jets of cum shot into my throat, forcing me to swallow quickly. He thrust his cock deep inside my mouth, his whole body stiffening through his orgasm. Preoccupied with swallowing his load, I jumped hard as a thick finger suddenly pushed inside my virgin anus, not stopping until his hand was flush against my crack. I tried to scream, choking a little on the cum still flowing down my throat, but the softening cock was still filling my mouth and this guy wasn't letting go of my hair. My ass clenched tightly around his finger, throbbing as the hard ring of flesh was penetrated for the first time. 

Finally, the cock was pulled from my mouth, my hair loosened and I felt a pat on my head as I leaned down, breathing heavily. Strangely, the finger wasn't hurting me now and I tentatively moved against it. He withdrew it a little then thrust again and I groaned as a whole new sensation started. He had stopped fucking me and I hadn't realized until he thrust up into me at the same time as he plunged his finger into my ass. Hissing out a breath, I could feel the orgasm rising, spurred by all the new sensations between my pussy and ass, my clit hitting against his jeans. When he pulled his finger out of my ass, my head jerked around to protest only to drop slackly as a second finger joined the first. 

I was undone in that moment and could no more hold back my orgasm than a Mack truck. He slammed his cock and fingers in and out as he rode me through the best orgasm of my life. Nothing compared to this feeling of being filled so well that I swore I could feel them touching. I whimpered and mewled as my body flopped like a rag doll, no longer caring what he did to prolong this feeling only that he not stop. I heard a low rumble behind me as he suddenly thrust up hard, my pussy clenching around him as he came deep inside me. My whole body was shuddering as another orgasm hit me and I shook my head in disbelief as waves of pleasure racked me yet again. My inner walls were gripping his cock, milking more out of him as I rode out the waves, my legs quivering with the force of holding myself taut against him.

Finally, I slumped down, my forehead pressed against my arm, hearing my own harsh breathing mirrored in him behind me. His softening cock pulled out, earning a groan from both of us and I could feel our combined juices slipping out, down my thighs and, I'm sure, soaking his jeans. I sucked in a breath as he pulled his fingers from my ass and I could feel the ring throbbing, a little uncomfortably, but in a good way, leading my mind to other things that could enter. I heard rustling sounds from him and saw a tissue hit the floor in front of me, presumably from him cleaning up a little. Then his fingers moved to my waist, tightening slightly and tugging. A whispered "let go" was all I needed to loosen my grip on the seat before I was pulled back into his arms. 

My mind was spinning, my body alive in a way I could not describe easily. His strong arms banded around me, sliding possessively up and down my sides, over my breasts as his chin rested on my shoulder. Hot breath puffed against my ear when he spoke, causing tingles of excitement down my body. "Damn, you are a good fuck!" I gasped at the words, but could not deny that the shock was offset by other feelings. My body was sated by three orgasms, my mind slowly replaying the whole episode, but, strangely, my subconscious was quiet and I was glad. Call me a slut, but if this is how being a slut made me feel, I could definitely see the appeal.

Bemused, I looked up to the screen and saw the credits running up. I don't know if there was a plot on-screen, but this story in the seats definitely had a happy ending! Men were leaving and I felt a few curious looks as I lolled against the man behind me. I knew they were guessing what we had been up to, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Reluctantly, I shifted and I heard him sigh as he helped me shift back to my own seat. He touched my cheek with the back of his hand and then he was gone, the house lights coming up in time for me to appreciate a firm ass encased in jeans as he slipped out of the door. I grinned to myself, hoping he had tucked himself away first.

Picking up my purse, I smoothed my skirt down, heading for the ladies' room to clean up. It took several paper towels, wet and dry, before I felt presentable. I finger-tousled my hair into some order and walked out of the room, feeling color high in my cheeks, but determined to leave proudly. As I passed the ticket cage, the same clerk was there, the same smirk on his lips. "I hope the action was to your satisfaction, ma'am" he said and my steps faltered, but I caught myself quickly. 

"Yes, I enjoyed it so much, I'll be back for the next feature," I practically purred as I headed to my car.



Action Jackson



My name is Bill Jackson. I am a 42 year old manager in a construction firm in Los Angeles. I had met my wife, Ellen, 12 years ago when she was 21 and worked as a file clerk outside my office. 

What had caught my eye were the tight jeans she wore that hugged her shapely ass. She also had a nice set of tits. Nothing fantastic but I had guessed they were 34 C's. She was quite attractive and gave a good overall impression. 

I had been divorced from my first wife for about 4 years and had no children. I always wanted to have children so things just seemed to fall into place with Ellen working outside my office and taking care of the project files. 

Ellen and I began to going out to lunch and after a couple of weeks I asked her to spend the weekend with me. The weekend was enjoyable, and the sex and companionship was great. We began to date frequently and soon became exclusive. A couple of months went by before Ellen told me she was pregnant. I asked her if she wanted an abortion or if she wanted to get married. She said she did not want an abortion. We were married the next weekend in a private ceremony. I was very happy because I knew it was time to start a family. I was 30 years old and I wanted to have kids while I was still young enough to enjoy them. I wanted to be an active part of my kids' life.

I had noticed that Ellen had become very quiet and withdrawn during the pregnancy. It was not an experience she enjoyed. What I didn't realize at the time was that Ellen had married me to escape living with her mother, and that she no real interest in having kids, having previously aborted two from a past boyfriend. 

About three months before our first son was to be born, Ellen quit her job to stay home as a full time housewife and soon to be mom. Our second and third sons followed quickly and within 3-1/2 years we had three healthy sons. 

With three active young sons, Ellen was extremely busy and was often exhausted by the time I cam home. I did appreciate her efforts at being a mom; however, the decline in her desire to have sex left me a bit on edge. 

I notice that Ellen's attitude began to change when she turned 30. The kids were now all in grade school and I had assumed Ellen would be able to relax a bit more and pay more attention to me. Unfortunately, our sex life continued to remain at a low ebb. 

I never really knew what Ellen was doing during the day with the kids in school. I looked back at what my mom used to do - cleaning the house, doing the laundry, shopping for food and the kids' clothes, taking the kids to soccer practice. I assumed Ellen's day would be pretty much the same as what I had seen my mom do.

One day, Ellen approached me after dinner and told me she would like to find a part-time job. She said she was getting bored staying at home by herself during the day. I was a little concerned because I didn't see how she could she could make lunches, get the kids off to school, clean house, do the laundry, take the kids to soccer practice, go shopping, and still find the time for a job. I was worried that her health may suffer from plain exhaustion. 

Ellen spent a few weeks looking and then by word-of-mouth found a part-time job as a book keeper for a small local gym. She told me that she would be given a free member ship and would only work from 8:00AM until noon. This would allow her to get the kids off to school and come home after work to do the necessary chores before the kids got home. She told me that if there was ever an emergency at school, the school could reach her at work and she would only be 10 minutes away. Ellen's appeared to have thought this out carefully and I could find no flaw in her logic. So I told her, "Go for it." 

Ellen started work and seemed to get an emotional lift from having to interface with adults at work. Things seemed to settle into a well-established routine and Ellen demeanor substantially improved.

A few months after her she started work, Ellen approached me with a request to take advantage of the gym's free membership. She wanted to go to the gym early in the morning from 4:30AM to 6:00AM to exercise then come back home to get the kids off to school and then head off to work at 8:00AM. Because of my commute, I had to leave the house at 6:30AM so I really didn't see any conflict with the family's overall schedule. 

A few months went by and I began to notice Ellen getting her old figure back. She had dropped 20 lbs and was now carrying 120 lbs on her 5'-4' frame. When I complemented her on her efforts, she surprised me by telling me she felt her boobs were too small. She told me she wanted breast enhancements to make her boobs perky again. 

I realized after having 3 kids, she deserved the implants especially if it would improve our stale sex life. Ellen got her implants and it took her a couple of weeks to fully recover. Apparently, the surgeon inserted the implants through her arm pits to make them look and feel more realistic. He did a very good job and she was ecstatic with the results. Ellen again returned to her part-time job and early morning workouts. Things got back into the grove of every day family life. But that was soon to change dramatically.

It was early Saturday morning and I was cleaning out Ellen's car. As I took out the floor mat on the driver's side, I noticed a small cellophane bag underneath the car seat. I pulled out the small bag and notice it was partially filled with white powder. I had no idea what was in the bag but the possibility that the bag contained drugs crossed my mine. I began to get an uneasy feeling. Where would Ellen get drugs? Could the drugs belong to a friend? What in the hell was going on! What was Ellen doing during the day? 

I decided not to tell Ellen what I had found. I need to time to think things out and talk to an old friend who lived life walking on the fence. If the substance in the bag was a drug, my bud Tommy would know. 

That afternoon, I asked Ellen if she could take the kids to their soccer games because I needed to get an oil change for my car. I told her I would be back in a couple hours. I left the house and headed across town to Tommy's apartment. 

Just as I was about to knock on Tommy's door, the door opened and Tommy bent down to grab his newspaper. It had been a couple of years and Tommy was surprised to see me. I told him the kids, family life, and weekend soccer games was keeping me busy and chasing skirts with my old single buds was probably not practical. When he laughed, I told him I needed a favor. He told me, "That's what friends are for."

I entered his apartment and I showed him what I had found under Ellen's car seat. He open the bag, wet his index finger, and tapped the white substance. He brought out a small amount on his finger tip, looked at it, and touched it to his tongue. Tommy casually said, "Meth."

I stood their stunned. What was Ellen doing with Meth? And who had given it to her? I must have looked bewildered for Tommy told me to sit down. Tommy saw the look in my face and asked me about Ellen. I told him she was working part-time as a bookkeeper at a local gym. He laughed and said, "Gyms were a haven for drugs - steroids, meth, and cocaine were the usual suspects, and the most trainers wind up banging their housewife clients. It is very common." 

But he mentioned this may just be the tip of the iceberg of Ellen's shenanigans. I started to get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I think Tommy saw the blood drain from my face. Tommy looked at me and said, "You need to hire a PI. They will be discrete and are professionals. If you follow her and find her having sex with some guy, what are you going to do? Punch the guy out and get arrested for battery; and you may even lose the fight and give him a "Get Out of Jail Free" card to beat the hell out of you claiming self-defense? Punch her out and get arrested for felony spousal abuse? You're the one who would go to jail, and you're the one who would suffer as Big Bubbas's bitch. All you would do is leave the door wide open for Ellen to continue her affair and she would probably have the guy move in to your home while you were in jail. When you got out you would have nothing. California is a no-fault State so her adultery would be ignored. But it gets worse. If you could not support her and your kids because you were incarcerated, the courts would take your 401K and retirement funds to use for spousal and child support. And remember, there is nothing to stop you wife from using those funds to support her lover. You would have effectively thrown away your life up to this point. When you are finally released from prison, you would carry the stigma of being an ex-con to every potential employer you contact. Unless you can start your own business, which is highly unlikely, you will be forced to take a job, if you can even find one, at a fraction of the pay of your current position. 

Tommy went on, "We have been friends for a long time so I want you to hire a PI and I want you to bring me all the information he finds. If she is taking drugs, you need to get her into a rehab facility for the sake of your children and the stability of their home. However, if she has committed adultery and you have done nothing to encourage that particular behavior, then she has lost respect for you, and has disregarded the welfare of her children. If that is the case, you will never gain back her respect and you need to take the kind of action that will allow you to walk away with from this situation with your pride and your balls intact. No woman is ever sorry she cheated on her husband. She is only sorry that she got caught. A woman who is unfaithful fully intended her actions. She knew exactly what she is doing. It is a selfish act that totally disregards the feelings of her husband and family. And remember, the next time for her gets easier and easier. However, if she was drugged, then she was not cheating, but she was involuntarily raped." 

Tommy continued, "Women are different than men. From their late 20's to their late 30's, women's hormones are running wild. They are at the same runaway hormone level as an 18 year old guy. Any woman, who has been married for a few years and hits that cycle, is looking for "strange cock." Whether they successfully find it is another question. With the divorce rate in the Los Angeles basin at 65% (with 85% instigated by the wife) for first marriages and 80% for second marriages and with an overall female infidelity rate of 50%, equates to a lot of wives fucking on their first and second husbands with no remorse. It appears that few women learn their lesson but most continue their infidelity in subsequent marriages. Remember, not only does it get easier and easier, but the grass is always greener on the other side of the hill until you have to mow the lawn. Well, Bill, that is why I stayed single. I just saw too much in my line of work as a PI. With the divorce laws the way they are, men, in general, are fighting an up hill battle. And remember, Bill, it is a war -a war to get the upper hand. Men don't marry partners. They marry adversaries and spend the rest of their lives "suffering in silence." 

I left Tommy's apartment that afternoon shaken to the core. I took the business card of the PI Tommy handed me. I would call the PI Monday. I wasn't going to be emotional and mentally abused by anyone's runaway hormones. 

Two weeks later I stared in disbelief at the PI's report. Apparently, Ellen was meeting a trainer from the gym during her early morning workout. They had a routine worked out where they met at 4:30AM, spent a ½ hour fucking in the back of her car, and then went in for a workout when the gym opened at 5:00AM. It had never occurred to me to check what time the gym opened. I felt like an idiot. I had trusted her and she had deceived me and the kids. I was not sad nor was I heartbroken. I was experiencing ice cold rage. The trainer turned out to be a small-time drug dealer who dealt in steroids and meth. 

I called Tommy and told him I would be stopping by with the PI's report. The drive through cross town traffic was miserable. Forty-five minutes later I was ringing Tommy's door. 

Tommy opened the door, invited me in, and motioned me to sit down. Tommy slowly digested the PI's report and gently handed it back to me. He told me to listen very carefully. "First," Tommy said, "You must not do anything that will make her suspicious." It is imperative that she does not suspect you know anything. This coming Monday, I want you to ...............

I work early Monday around 4:15AM. Ellen was just getting out of the shower and went over to put on her gym shorts and top. I wondered if she was even wearing panties - probably not. I lay in our bed pretending to be asleep. Once she went down stairs, I quietly got out of bed, slipped into my clothes and waited until I heard the garage door open. I heard the garage door close and I quickly went down stairs, put on my gloves, grabbed my camera with a telephoto lens, and went into the garage. I opened the truck to my car and pulled out Ellen's original plastic bag and two additional plastic bags of meth that Tommy had given me on my last visit. I took the bags and my camera, laid them on the passenger seat of my car, opened the garage and headed down the road towards Ellen's gym

As I approached the gym I killed my lights and parked about 50 yards away from the gym's parking lot. I picked up my camera, the 3 bags of plastic, and exited the car. As I approached the parking lot under the cover of the bushes, I noticed Ellen's car parked a slot away from an older Ford Bronco. I couldn't see anyone in the Bronco but I did notice some movement in the back seat of Ellen's car. 

I crept up to the Bronco and slowly opened the driver's door and tossed two of the plastic bags into the passenger's seat. I then kept low and snuck around the front of the Bronco and tossed the last plastic bag on the ground by the back seat of Ellen's car. I looked up and I could see Ellen's head by the far window. She getting pounded doggy style by a male I had never met. I assumed it was her trainer. 

I crept back out of the parking lot and went around the corner. I pulled out the untraceable cell phone I had purchased with 30 minutes of time and dialed 911. I gave the operator a fake name, the address of the gym, and told her that I was witnessing a rape and child abduction in progress. I told her the male suspect may be armed. 

I ran across the street and hid in the bushes poised with my camera and telephoto lens. In less than 3-1/2 minutes 2 squad cars pulled up without their sirens and with their headlights off. Simultaneously, they drove into the parking lot and turned on their headlights on the two cars. The cops opened their squad car doors and stood behind them with their guns drawn. I could hear the cops through the bull horn telling the occupants of the car to exit the vehicle now with their hands on top of their head. 

An unknown male emerged first wearing only his boxer shorts. Ellen, still topless, came out next wearing her gym shorts. Both occupants were told to turn around and place there hands against the car. Two cops, under the cover of the other two cops, approached Ellen and her friend, grabbed their hands one at a time, and handcuffed their hands behind their back. 

I saw one cop bend down and pick up a plastic bag. He then showed it to the other cop and motioned for the other two back-up cops to come over. Two of the cops went over to the Bronco and opened both front doors. One cop came back holding 2 additional plastic bags. The cops conversed for a couple of minutes, ran a check on the license plates of the two cars, and checked the driver licenses they had found in Ellen's car and the Bronco.

Although, I didn't have much light, I was snapping pictures as fast as I could. I then saw the cops take Ellen and put her in the back seat of one squad car and her friend went into the back seat of the other squad car. Then the squad cars drove away.

I headed back to my car and drove home. When I got home, the kids were still asleep. Six o'clock came around so I woke the kids up to get them ready for school. At 7:30 AM I drove the kids to school. I thought to myself that I was doing a pretty good job as Mr. Mom. 

I drove home and called my boss to let him know I would not be coming in that day. About 11:00AM I got a collect call from a sobbing Ellen telling me she needed to be bailed out of jail. She and her trainer had been arrested at the gym for possession of an illegal substance.

I said I would find out what her bail was and see what I could do. She was crying as she hung up. I called my attorney and told him I wanted to file for divorce that week and to request supervised visits for Ellen. I also wanted him to obtain a restraining order against Ellen to stay away from the kids and not come within 100 yards of my home. Finally, I let out a sigh of relief. 

I walked over to my liquor cabinet, took out my bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label, and poured about half my glass. I went into the living room and, as I looked at her smiling photo, I quietly said, "You fucking filthy whore, you can rot in jail. You will never come back to my home." 

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