3 comments/ 14703 views/ 0 favorites The Limit By: pierced_boy This story has been written to challenge rather than titillate. Discussion on the Lit BDSM board has sparked the idea for this story. I hope all there see this. The author does not endorse the use of devices as described in this story. Do not try this at home! ----------------------------------- Ann looked at Gary standing gazing back defiantly at her. "What was this man doing?" Anne wondered. This was the fifth day straight of brat behaviour. Bitching and fighting over nothing, not completing agreed tasks and mean as a wild cat with her children. As if reading my mind he spoke. "You know what I need mistress, you know you need it too. Just put the little shits in bed and get on with it mistress. I am good and ready for it," Gary smirks thinking he is getting to me at last. I had resolved early in the week that I was not going to reward his bad behaviour again. Gary has become dependent on beating and was trying any tactic to get his way. Over the couple of years we have lived in our Dom/sub relationship his need for ritual has grown along with his taste for increasingly severe beatings. Sometimes he has drawn me way past where I was comfortable playing. We have drawn blood several times and once he was so ill it took several days for him to be able to work again. No more, I resolve to my self again. Our time together is nearly up. He sees my attitude and says, "As you wish mistress." He turns and goes to the living room where my kids are watching TV. Immediately I hear Sam burst into tears as Gary taunts him, calling him names. I go to the rescue taking Sam and Ellie off to clean their teeth before bed. Gary is sitting in his easy chair grinning defiantly once more. What has happened? He was so nice to us all a few months ago. I take the kids to bed taking some time to settle and soothe them. They are starting to hate Gary and I can understand. This is so exasperating! Gary was so right when Carol introduced us. ------------------------------------------------- I sip an herb tea trying to settle my mind. It is cool outside and the stars are bright, still and clear in the clear country air. I start to feel a little refreshed when suddenly Gary fires up the stereo loud, too loud for kids to sleep. I swear in exasperation and try to think before going to deal with the torrent of sound. Inside the noise is deafening so I just turn the amp off letting silence reinvade the house. I am seething and I yell at Gary to stand in the corner. "I will deal with you in a moment." We lock eyes and he is submissive immediately slipping into his role assuming he is going where he wants to go, hoping my anger will be reflected in his treatment. I go back outside and sit miserably. I am not going to give him what he wants. Maybe I should just kick his butt out of here right now. We would fight all night if I try. I don't feel strong enough for that, better I should do it when the kids are at school. Then I would have to find somebody to help me round the farm. So many issues, so much complexity. I try to gather my thoughts when a crack from the electric fence where an insulator is breaking down startles me. "Damn another job." I groan to myself. The moon rises then and starts to make its way across the sky. I watch enthralled and time seems to stand still. It is a big lustrous full moon creating pools of light and shadow in the garden, some places bright others dark and hidden. The fence cracks again and brings me back to the here and now, Gary standing in the corner inside expecting me to tie and whip him till he shrieks in agony /ecstasy. I have no stomach for that tonight. The fence cracks again and suddenly I have the answer. I go to our garden shed and find some soft tie wire and some old baler twine. "Right Gary let's bring you down a peg or two," I think still angry but determined to win this horrible little competition. I know exactly what I am going to do. "Slave," I snarl letting him understand the heat in my feelings, "take off your shirt and outside" He is submissive now, completely calm and in control of himself. He looks at me seeking clues but I hide the wire and twine, walking behind him as we head into the moonlit night. "Over to the gate," I order as he slows looking for direction. At the gate I bind him to the mesh using the baler twine at his wrists and knees, tying him as tight as I dare not wanting to cut off his circulation to much. He is placid and accepting, expecting that I am going to whip him here. When he is secured I open his jeans and pull them down a little to expose his cock and balls. He remains impassive but his cock starts to swell belying his outward appearance. I show him the wire and his eyes open wide but he still thinks I am going to hit him. I straighten the wire and bend it in half making a floppy wire switch, which I swing through the air. It makes a dangerous whistle. He looks at me admiringly at me thinking he is in for a new experience. We stand there for a few moments and eye each other off and he gets the smug look back on his face. Without warning I kneel and wrap one end of the wire around his balls and cock, firmly but not tight. He looks alarmed when I meet his eye now but as he takes me in he smirks again. I move to the end of the gate and switch the fence off isolating the house yard. I engage his eyes again and see fear now. The cockiness has evaporated and he gasps as I twist the wire around one of the hot wires, cool now but hot when I engage the switch. He tries to pull himself off the gate but the baler twine is strong. He calms himself and looks me in the eye again and I see him daring me. I undo my belt and zip reaching into my own pants to stroke my clit, feeling my heat rise quickly. His gaze never leaves my face and his cock hardens as he watches me masturbate. My other hand is stroking the switch. He groans, "You won't do it mistress," and he grins at me cocky once more thinking I am beaten that I am backing down from the edge again. "One pulse for each shitty day," I hiss at him through gritted teeth. I am close to climax now and I slow my movements seeking to prolong my pleasure and his discomfort. He still looks cockily staring right through me as I quiver on the edge. On the edge. My climax crashes through me and I move the switch to the on position and he looks incredulously at me as the first of my spasms coincide with a pulse in the fence. He spasms then in time with the fence pulse and me, jerking the dance of the machine. We crash through a barrier, over the edge. I switch off the fence and collapse to the ground panting, shocked by the power of my climax and raw depth of my emotions. After a few moments of this and I look up at Gary who is limp in his bonds, pale and shaking. Working quickly I cut him down and remove the wire from his body. He groans a few syllables but I cannot make any sense of them. All his power is gone now. -------------------------------------------- Gary has not spoken or eaten for two days. I look after him as best I can but he is in sub space deep. Deeper than ever before and I am worried. I ring Carol and ask advice but she says look after him and he should come through. I reflect on her advice and consider taking him to the doctor. If he is not better tomorrow that is what I will do. I take him to bed and stroke him gently talking soft words and telling him I love him still. He says nothing and cannot meet my eye. We sleep soundlessly. -------------------------------------------------- Somebody is watching me when I wake. Gary is lying on his side gazing at me through teary eyes. There is a big wet patch on the pillow. He has been crying for hours by the look of it. I reach out to stroke his tears away but he hisses in a pained voice, "Don't touch me." He starts sobbing great big heaving spasms. Wrenching sounds coming from deep in his body and soul. I feel his pain and touch his face. He screams at me, "How could you do that to me Anne? How could you be so cruel?" He rolls away from me and is standing beside the bed trembling and sobbing. I rise quickly and face him across the bed. He screams again, "How could you? Answer me, you say you love me but you did that to me." He launches into in a series of wordless primal screams getting higher and louder in his hysteria. I am shaken and afraid but know I have to get close, maybe slap him out of this fit. As I draw near he grabs my clothes and lifts me hurling my body away from him. Time seems to slow as I hurtle across the room. I see the door open and Sam looks through. There is screaming. I strike the doorframe and hear bones crunching. There is screaming Blindness Screaming Falling Pain Nothing H I look forward to feedback. The Limit This is a work of pure fiction and comes from within my personal fantasy ideas. I strongly dislike and disapprove the reading, showing or suggesting this information to persons of of incorrect age or those who can't stomach this type of material. By reading further you acknowledge and release all responsibility and liability directed towards the writer. As I said earlier, this is a fictional story that I fantasize about, maybe it will come true! Chapter 1 Will had his idea of a good time and was looking forward to the weekend ahead. After working almost 90 hours this week, Will was ready for a restful weekend. As he went home from work on Friday, he ran over in his mind his weekend coming events. Their was only a few things he needed to accomplish, mainly to clean his room and work on a web site he was designing for a non-profit organization. Will did side work with computers and internet programming, he needed the money. His regular job, paid well, but his ex-wife drained most of those funds as alimony and support. His side business allowed him to do extra activities, the income was illegally unreported. Will lived in a home owned by an older couple who rented him a room with his own bathroom and shared spaces. When he got there, no one seemed to be home which was fine with him. Although they were a nice couple, they sort of treated him like a son they never had and the inquiries towards his life were a little unnerving. As a result, Will didn't date much and of course never brought his date's home. First thing Will did was clean his room and make himself dinner. While he did this he checked his email, he was pretty good at multi-tasking. Besides the usual correspondence he noticed an unfamiliar email address. After doing a virus check on the media and attachments, he opened it. It was from someone named Paula and at first it seemed like a normal email. As he read the particularly long email he became intrigued, it simply invited him to a party on this Saturday night. She said she had gotten his email from his good friend Bob and decided to invite him. Bob actually was Will's best friend, mainly because he's known him for years. Bob was happily married and they often talked about getting Will a girl friend. Bob's wife, Jill, was the instigator of that school of thought and constantly tried to set Will up with other women. Will thought Bob's wife was a little nosy but for Bob's sake, he tolerated her. Bob's wife must have heard about this party through a friend and recommended that they should invite him. The email gave all the details right down to what he should wear. The party was at The Club Shack at 10 pm. Will had heard of this place before, at one time it was a Hip Hop dance club and another it was a Beer Taster's club. He wasn't sure what it was now but it had a reputation as being a little shady. He was instructed that dress was relaxed and comfortable; they preferred men to dress in work out pants and collared polo shirts. It also suggested coming with an open mind! Will decided it probably was a meat market, a place for unusual and strange men and women to meet. He didn't know how right he was! Will also decided not to go, he needed his rest and he needed time to work on the web site. By Saturday night, around 8pm, Will stopped working on the web site. He was getting a case of brain blockage, that's what he called his internet writers block. He looked around his room and decided to watch a little of the boob tube. He couldn't afford satellite or cable TV so he had about 8 channels he could actually watch. That is unless someone decided to turn on an electric appliance in the house. Then that destroyed what little TV picture he had and he usually just surfed the Internet.\ As usual, nothing on TV that interested Will so he turned his attention to the Internet. He opened his email and the email from Paula was still there. He must have forgotten to erase it and he went to delete it. Will thought I need to get out of this house, maybe I could go for a few minutes. I'll leave if it's as lame as I think it's going to be. He went and showered and got cleaned up, and as the email stated he put on a pair of his running pants and a decent, yet plain polo shirt. By the time he was ready it was 20 minutes after 9 o'clock. He looked at the directions he had printed, it would take him about 30 minutes to get there, traffic or no traffic. He steppe from his room quietly, the couple he lived with always went to bed at 9:00 pm and watched TV in their room. They always watched Jay Leno and the Tonight Show. He knew this because they always put the sound on their TV way up high. The real reason for this, Will considered, is they were having sex and didn't want him to hear. He got to the Club Shack about 10 minutes early and decided to sit and see what kind of people walked into the club. He didn't have to wait long, 2 women drove up, got out and walked into the club. Will was a little shocked, they both were very stunning women with excellent bodies. They looked like models! A minute or so later 3 more women arrived and were as beautiful as the first two. Then a couple guys showed up and Will compared himself to them, it was a bad habit of his. He always wanted to see if maybe he was different then other men, it was a pride thing. They were actually smaller in stature then him and dressed in the proper attire. Another guy showed up shortly after the last two, but something about this one was different. It wasn't that dark out because of the parking lot lights but their was something not right about this one. Putting it out of his mind, he decided no time like the present and got out of his car. As he walked up to the club, a woman walked up behind him and he turned to look at her. She was the spitting image of one of a Country music singer. For a second, he actually thought it was her. Of course it wasn't but she sure could have been her twin sister. He opened the door for her and she smiled sweetly at him and thanked him, touching him on his arm. Will was a little flustered after that, the touch sent a shock of electrical nerve pulse that bounced off of his brain and down to his penis. Will thought, now is not the time to get a hard on, calm down boy! The club was dark mostly except for the bar area and the restroom entrances. Otherwise, you could barely see people walking around, dancing or sitting at the booths around the walls. That was unusual; he noticed their no tables or chairs, just booths. Large booths too, probably able to fit a family of six in them with high backs so you couldn't see even a tall person sitting in them. He also noticed their were no waitresses or servers, just a female bartender who looked like she lost a fight with a ugly stick. He walked up to the bar and waited to be served. In a moment or so the bartender walked up. "Hi", she said, "You new hear I can tell. Well, just relax, Paula will be out in a second to announce tonight's events. My name is Pez, and if there is anything you need just ask. Meanwhile, what are you drinking? Will thought for a second and said, "I'll take a bourbon and water, neat, please". "One bourbon and water, neat", she over emphasized the 'neat' part. The she quickly put his drink together and handing it to him said, "Since you're new here, the first drinks on the house. Find a place to sit, or whatever and we'll be getting started soon". Once again he was a little perplexed, "get started?" What was that all about, is this party or a bar? This Paula must be in charge. As he was about to look for a place to sit, across the room a light came on through a door he didn't see when he came in. A dark shape came through and the light went out. As his eyes adjusted he saw the lady that he opened the door for earlier, the twin. She had changed clothes and was wearing a completely black latex body suit with gloves, high heeled boots and hat. The only thing she had in her gloved hands was a microphone, and she quickly called everyone to please quiet down. "Hi everybody, glad to see some of those that have returned for yet another fun evening", Paula began. "For those of you, who are here for the first time, Welcome to Club Shack?" If you came with open minds, you're sure to have fun! As you probably know by now, my name is Paula and I am the founder of the organization that rents Club Shack once a month to host our parties. " "Our organization is called "The Limit" and it is founded for those of you who have, um, certain desires and needs. You'll find almost whatever you want here and of course we do have some basic rules we need you to go by. First and most important, no one will be forced, coerced, manhandled or pushed into someone else's desire. I'm sure there are enough of us here to satisfy just about any desire". "Second, health and safety our very important and will be enforced as to the needs of the partner or partners, that is completely your responsibility. Third, anyone that becomes belligerent, violent, disobeys the rules, or does anything that constitutes a violation of our policies. Absolutely, will no longer aloud to a member of our organization or participate/communicate with the members. "Okay", Paula changed her tone, "the members know how this works. If you're new to The Limit, come see me and I'll get you started in the right direction"! Will was once again very unsure, shocked and thinking about running away. What did she mean specific desires? I don't have any desire's, just to get laid once in a while. Why would they need a special organization of people to take care of their sexual needs, if that's exactly what I think she's leading to. He started to head for the door when a voice called to him, "Will? Is that what you really want to do, or do you want to just see what we have to offer?. Will turned and realized it was Paul speaking to him. How did she know his name and who he was? He was certainly puzzled and he was about to say no thanks when Paul spoke again. "I know Bob and Jill very well and they spoke highly of you", Paula stated. "Why don't you come with me a second and see what it's all about?" Will figured, what the heck can't hurt ... or could it? He nodded and then proceeded to follow Paula to the first booth on the opposite wall. Paula said nothing they both just peered in to see what was going on. There were 2 men, one Will had noticed earlier, and 1 women. Will also realized that the tables in these booths had been converted to padded tops and seemed to be about six foot long. This made the booth look smaller but he realized it was just because of how dark it was. They had no lights in the booth just a glow from up above that was radiating from the bar. That's when Will noticed the activity in the booth, the women was lying on the table on her back. The first man was shoving his penis so forcibly into her pussy; the table was shaking violently back and forth. The second man had just climbed up on the table and was rubbing his penis between the cracks of the other mans ass cheeks. He had some lube on his penis and it was apparent he was preparing to enter the other man's ass. This situation, for some reason, excited Will. Paula grabbed his arm and they went to the next booth, same setup but 2 women in there. They were obviously lesbians as they were kissing wildly and feeling each other up. The one in front of Paula was squealing and moaning very loud and had what looked like the whole hand of the other girl stuffed up her pussy. Again Paula grabbed his hand but this time she took him to a booth across the room from this one. Inside was a man and a woman and he was busily sucking and licking her toes. The lady was sucking her own breasts which were the biggest breast Will had ever seen. He didn't know much about bra sizes but she would be well compared to another country singer he knew. Finally, Paul turned Will around and asked him, "Well, anything look good? You know what you want yet? Will frowned and said, "All that stuff was turning me on but I wouldn't want to do it. I like the regular sex thing, you know?" Paula replied, "I know what you mean will. Some people come here to just have sex so others can watch. Still some come to watch. It's all what you're into. My suggestion to you is pick a woman or man, and just ask them for sex! You can generally have whoever you want, but you have to ask for it. Okay" Will shyly stated, "Well, there is one girl I'd like to have sex with". "Who's that", Paula requested, "I'll set it up"! Once again, Will said, speaking very quietly, "You". This caught Paula by surprise; Paula normally didn't participate on the nights we were assigned to run the show. This also meant Paula had to reveal her secret to Will. She hadn't planned on doing that for quite a while. Although Bob and Jill were very, very close to her. Will had never met her before but she had seen him a few times. She kind of had this crush on him for some time but was leery of confronting him. Paula knows new she must tell Will her secret and hope he doesn't runaway in terror. Paula knew she had to tell him she has the plumbing of a man. When Paula was 15, she realized she was a man in a woman's body and could no longer pretend. She went through every procedure and therapy known to man with the exception of the final one, castration, removal of the penis and plastic surgery to construct a vaginal. That was a fear she probably never face, the major surgery. Will took notice she was silent. She probably was thinking of a way to turn him down, he'd been their before! As he decided to let her out of his request, this time she spoke quietly. "Will, I'm all for being with you but there is some things you need to know first" He interrupted, "If you don't want to, I understand. She took over the conversation again by saying, "No, Will, that's not it at all. Why don't you come back with me to my office so we can talk". Will felt a little strange nut followed her to her office. He saw it really wasn't a office, so to speak. It did have a desk and a filing cabinet on the far side of the wall. It also had a very large and what looked very comfortable couch, coffee table, end tables, lamps and what look like a foot locker. Other than a few pictures on the wall of abstract art, little else was in the room. She sat on the end of the couch and indicated for Will to have a seat. Will sat a few feet from her, a little uncomfortable about the whole situation. He wasn't sure, but something in that back of his mind was lingering a weird thoughts. It was exciting him beyond relief. He had been sporting a hard on all night but now it seemed to be larger than normal. It even seemed to pulse, tenting the front of his running pants. Each pulse seeming to scream let me out of here! They both had been sitting for only about 30 seconds not saying a word but it felt like hours to Will. Finally, Will brought up the courage to speak, "So, what is it Paula, am not what you desire?" She smiled and went into her explanation. "It has nothing to do with what I desire anymore Will. My real desire has been met not to long ago, and my desire is only to be loved and romanced. This brings me to my secret." Will gulped, "Secret...?" Paula attempted to complete exposing her secret, so she interrupted him. "Yes, I have a secret that could possibly change your view of me. I have known you Will for a few months and have secretly had a crush on you. That's why I invited you tonight, to see your reaction to what we do here. That's not my complete secret though. Will was having a little impatience problem at this point, he thought, why can't she just tell me. Then she did. "Will, I used to be a man". She waited for a reaction, and she watched for facial clues. He looked stunned but he didn't runaway, yet. Will spoke slowly, "So now you're a woman"? "Yes, well sort of. I have every feature of a woman right down to my curvy hips and hairless body. From the outside, I look like a complete woman." Will tried to get a word in but all that came out is, "but", Paula continued. "Yes, but, I never had the surgery to complete my transformation. I still have a penis or what's left of it. The massive hormone treatments have shrunk it quite a bit." "Will" she hesitantly asked, "Would you like to see me?" His head was filled with thoughts, strange thoughts. He wasn't prepared for this, yet, he was very horny. His every brain process said this wasn't right but his excitement and sexual attraction for Paula was overriding it all. Then he spoke with a little stutter to his voice, sure of what he wanted to say. Though afraid what he his reaction would be. "Paula, you're a very attractive and sexy, um, lady". I want to see you, no, I have to. You have me in such a state that I can barely contain my feelings." She didn't speak a word; she just stood up and started to undress. Not an easy thing in the outfit she was wearing. She peeled it off from top to bottom. First the gloves and hat then she pulled the suit down revealing what Will later described as those mountainous globes. He thought she must be a medium bra size, but with larger cups, they weren't very tall but they ballooned out nicely. Even her belly button looked luscious, protruding out, like a large clit. Then she final reached her groin area and he was surprised to see what must have been a three inch penis with ping pong sized balls. His first thought was, "oh, how cute and adorable they were". Then he remembered he was looking at a penis, but it was a feminine penis. She finally removed the outfit and was standing before him naked, as the day he was born. She trembled a little and waited for him to make the next move. Still not making a sound Will reached up and cupped her balls softly. He caressed them carefully. With his other hand he wrapped his fingers around the base of her penis. She moaned very softly. He was increasingly intrigued and in wonder why he was not offended by her and actually became even more excited. He could feel the sticky mess his penis juices were making in his boxers. Their seemed to be more than usual for him and it grew a little cold in his boxers as a result. Will stood up, looking in Paula's eyes and smiled. She smiled back; she now knew he accepted her. He leaned forward and kissed her lips delicately at first. Their passion grew quickly now as they forced their lips to each other as if they wanted to make them as one. Her tongue speared out and separated his lips searching for his tongue. When they met they moaned together as if practiced before hand. Will's hands started to wander and he caressed her ears and neck, slowly working down till he got to her breast. He gripped each of them in his hands and used his finger to caress her nipples. Still kissing she let out the moan this time and pushed her chest closer to him. His penis made contact with her belly button and sparks once again flew for the both of them. Again, they moaned together except Paula's moan was more intense this time. Will dropped his right hand back to her penis and started stroking it. Paula came immediately all over Wills hand and thighs. This was the most she had ever come in a very long time and her pleasure over it was immeasurable. Will looked at his hand and his thigh and curiosity got the best of him. He wiped up the come from his thigh onto the hand that already had come on it and put his fingers in his mouth. Wow, he thought, I would have figured it to taste musky and a little nasty but it was delicious. Starchy and salty but with a flavor he really couldn't pin down. He cleaned his fingers, hands and thighs till their was nothing left. He turned his attention back to Paul. She had sneaked out of is grasp during the taste test and dropped to her knees in front of him. The Limits of Absolute Power Exiled. Banished. God, these words taste foul in my mouth. Fuck everyone who doesn't appreciate you, that's what I say. In case you're wondering who this is, I guess introductions are due. My name is Far. It's short for Farouche. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-tall, somewhat good-looking and slender young man with light brown skin, curly black hair and hazel eyes. My father Jonathan Farouche is Haitian and my mother Isabel Tremblay is French-Canadian. I was born in the City of Montreal, in the Quebec region of Canada, but grew up all over the place. For the past decade I've been living in Washington D.C. I consider myself a normal guy, except that I have a Gift. Being Gifted can be a curse, trust me on that one. At Howard University, where I study Criminal Justice, I'm surrounded by some of America's finest people. Students of all backgrounds learning in this world-class and mostly African-American school. They're snobs, for the most part, but some of them are cool people. As a mixed-race Canadian, I get mistaken for a lot of things and frankly I find it amusing. The fact that I speak French, German, Mandarin, Japanese, Spanish and Portuguese also confuse a lot of my so-called peers. I didn't tell them that I also speak Russian, Italian, Greek, Gaelic and of course my father's native Haitian Creole. Part of being Gifted means having a way with languages. Among other things. Sometimes I envy my peers. They're so normal. Of course, sometimes I think about all the shit that happens to normal people and I thank God that I'm not one of them. Since the beginning of humanity, there have always been Gifted people. We are all around you. We're Black, white, Asian, Latino, Native American, Arab, and everything else you can think of. We are in every race, every religion and every walk of life. Lately, though, it's gotten really tough to be Gifted because the Normals are feeling threatened by us. I can't say that I blame them sometimes. In January 1, 1999, the existence of the Gifted was officially revealed to the world when a young woman named Alexandra Kensington killed eleven men and five women from the Los Angeles Police Department after they shot her older brother James due to a mistaken identity thing related to a shooting he basically had nothing to do with. Just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. How did she do it? Merely from touching them. She turned them into skeletons with a simple touch. You see, Alexandra Kensington wasn't just a short, chubby Black chick from the hood. She had the Gift of Decay. What happened to her? She was eventually arrested, taken into custody by the United States Government and then exposed to the world. It was the first time in five thousand years of human history that all of mankind knew about our kind. Before that dark day, us Gifted people could live normal lives because the Normals didn't think we existed. Plenty of us used our Gifts to get wealth and fame. I won't divulge any names but have you ever seen a really awesome football player who's just too damn good? How about an eerily beautiful woman who's also smart as a whip? Maybe they're just normal people or perhaps they're members of my sub-species. The Gifted. Psychics. Those guys who win the powerlifting contests. Some of the world's fastest swimmers and track and field people. Yeah, odds are some of the people you worship in the NFL, the NHL, the WNBA and the NBA are like me. Born different. Gifted. Since the discovery of our existence, the United States Government has teamed up with the governments of Great Britain, Brazil, Germany, Cuba, the Republic of South Africa and China to round up the Gifted. As usual, Mexico and Canada were left out of the big leagues because they're not considered to be major powers by the big shots at the United Nations. Across the globe, it's illegal to be Gifted, apparently. In parts of eastern Africa and places like Saudi Arabia, we're executed on the spot when we are detected and apprehended. Elsewhere, men and women armed and trained by various governments are coming after us. And they won't stop until we're all dead or languishing in cages. The thing about us Gifted people is that we're not stupid, and we didn't survive these eons among mankind, the cosmos most intolerant species, by being anywhere near dumb. Most of us went into hiding. Me? I did no such thing. You see, I come from a family that was used to dealing with adversity. In the eyes of the world, Canada is a bastion of tolerance, openness and multiculturalism. Well, if you look deeper into it, you'll see that it's a racist, xenophobic nation just like every country where people of different races, religions and viewpoints have to coexist. We have the same problems that the States and other diverse, industrialized nations face but it's not considered kosher to discuss Canada's struggle with diversity and inclusion so we don't talk about it. I came into the world because a Black man from the island of Haiti moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, in search of work and education. My father met my mother at McGill University in Montreal, and they fell in love. Not to go all cliché here but even in the cosmopolitan Montreal of the late 1980s, interracial couples ran into their share of racism and prejudice. My parents endured hell from the local bigots, but nevertheless got married and had little old me. That should have been the end of it. I should have been a nice, normal guy. Born into a fairly unique family. I should have grown up in beautiful and diverse Canada, which emerged unscathed from the financial crash of the mid-2000s to become a new super power rivaling the United States of America. Instead, I was a freak. You see, every Gifted person only has one special talent. Some of us can change objects form and mass just by touching them. The Gift of Shapes. Others can do different things. It's quite rare to run into two Gifted people with the same ability. Our talents are as unique as our fingerprints. Both of my parents are Normals, and somehow they gave birth to the rarest of all Gifted people. The One with the Multiple Gifts. What can I do? I don't mean to brag, but maybe you should be asking me what can't I do? I first became aware of my abilities when I walked in on a convenience store robbery in the Queens boulevard area of New York City. I got shot five times by some random thug, a Puerto Rican guy in a ski mask. I should have died. Instead, I healed instantly. Yeah, my injuries vanished ten seconds after I got shot. Apparently I possessed the Gift of Regeneration. I can heal from any injury. Sounds cool, right? Um, I can do other stuff as well. I can also block the powers of other Gifted people. I don't know how I do it. Like that time when this chick named Astrid Sanders came after me. Astrid, now that's one crazy bitch. Tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed. All-American beauty. And one crazy psycho bitch. Astrid has the Gift of Fire. She can set things on fire just by thinking about it. Oh, and fire can't hurt her. Astrid grew up in a rough home, folks. Her parents were abusive. Her first boyfriend Trevor tried to rape her and paid for it with his life. She burned him to a cinder. Astrid has been on the run ever since. She finally came to Washington D.C. and got involved with my buddy Jose, a Latino dude from Puerto Rico who has a serious craving for white chicks. First time I saw Astrid on the Howard University campus, I knew she was trouble. I kind of have a sixth sense when it comes to troublemakers. You see, it's got nothing to do with being Gifted and everything to do with the fact that I have lousy taste in women. Scratch that, I don't have good taste in guys either so I guess you could say I got lousy taste in people. My first girlfriend Sarah got sent to a mental hospital after burning down our high school gymnasium and Kyle, the first guy I hooked up with, well, he's currently at San Quentin Prison in California. Yeah, I attract psychos. So I knew Astrid was one because I thought the bitch was hot, with the kind of big round ass you rarely see on white women. Well, my suspicions turned out to be right. Astrid put my buddy Jose in the hospital, and took off with his car and money. I went after her. I don't have many friends at Howard University. Among the students of this predominantly African-American campus, it's not considered cool to be an openly bisexual guy who's neither black nor white, talks with a French accent, and collects antiques. I confronted Astrid near the D.C. airport, after she nearly burned the place to the ground and injured dozens of people. She tried to burn me, but somehow I temporarily turned off her power. Long enough to knock her out and I let the D.C. police have her. For that reason, I'm hated by the Gifted. I surrendered one of our own to THEM, the humans. The normal people. I'm a traitor to the community. I tried not to let it bother me. I only intervened to help a friend. Jose is the only normal person who knows that I'm Gifted. And he's cool with it. He's a womanizer and a loudmouth but he's a good friend. The fact that I'm bisexual doesn't bother him either, even though he's a staunch heterosexual and a macho Latino. That's cool, right? So here I am. Trying to lead a normal life at Howard University in Washington D.C. I got a job working as a security guard to help pay the bills because they're charging me international rates on account of my being Canadian and all. Jose keeps trying to fix me up with different girls but I tell him that the last thing I need in my life right now is the confusion that sex and romance bring. Oh, and no, I am not interested in meeting guys either. Both sexes suck, man, and not in a good way. The fact that my abilities are spinning out of control is also cause for concern. Originally, I could regenerate. Now I can do other stuff. I can generate and control fire, like Astrid can. I can also change form when I really concentrate. The other night I transformed myself into a cat. It was scary, and kind of cool. I switched back to human form an hour later because it was getting a bit creepy. And I have gotten this weird ability to always sense when a Gifted person is nearby. It's uncanny. The thing about having great powers is the fact that they seem to attract power-hungry fools and freaks far and wide. So, yeah. I've developed new powers. And all they've done is complicate my life. Someone told the United States Government that there is a Gifted person with extraordinary powers in the D.C. area so they're looking for me. I'll have to watch my ass even more than usual. Both the Normals and my fellow Gifted want me dead or captured. They will do anything to get me. And honestly, I am worried because I don't want to die or end up as a lab rat. All that, and I still have to worry about passing Criminology this semester. And you thought you had problems. Sheesh. Wish me luck, folks. My black ass is going to need it. The Limo After an amazing candlelight birthday dinner my husband and I left the restaurant and headed for our car. I was anxiously awaiting my big birthday surprise that he had been building up all day and throughout dinner. He had already given me diamond earrings at dinner but swore that one more big surprise was still waiting for me later that evening. After sharing 3 bottles of wine at dinner I was a little worried about my husband driving home but all my worrying was quickly put to rest when he led me to the stretch limo that was going to take us home. As we approached the limo, the driver got out and opened the door for us. We slid into the black leather seat as the driver closed the door. My husband informed me that the limo would be driving us around the city for the next two hours before taking us home. I had always dreamed about riding in a limo and now my husband had made my dream come true. We started driving and we poured each other a drink from the bar. We sipped our drinks and I snuggled in my husband's arms as we drove around downtown Chicago. The city lights and view from the limo was amazing. I had never been able to sit back and actually enjoy the beautiful skyline until this moment. It was incredibly romantic and I looked into my husband's eyes to let him know how much I loved him. He lightly ran his fingers down the side of my face, caressing my neck and the skin exposed from my low-cut dress. He slowly moved his hand around to grasp my bare back. I gave a slight moan as he pulled me closer, spreading my legs wider. We could feel each other's heat through our clothes. I reached for his manhood and could feel him already throbbing for me. One of his hands shyly slipped up my dress, working to get my black satin panties off. I gave him a devilish grin as I unzipped his pants. He slowly pulled down the zipper on my dress. I gave him a quick wink as he slipped the other hand up my dress. I felt a slight tug then hear the distinct rip of thin fabric as he dlid his hands down my legs with the remainder of my panties. He stifles my moans of anticipation with a deep kiss. I was powerless in his grasp and wanted it that way. I turned and whispered in his ear, "I want you…I need you to be in me." He inhaled sharply and buried his face in the soft skin of my neck. After kissing and biting my neck, he leaned back and gazed deeply into my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me, scratching my naked back. I could feel the burning trails of every nail. Writhing in a combination of extreme pain and pleasure, I slapped his cheek. At first not hard, then again and harder. He reached over and grabbed my waist. I smacked him again with my other hand. We are both enjoying this new strange pleasure. He grabbed my other hand and kissed me roughly on the mouth. I struggled slightly in his strong grip, wanting to tear his shirt open and claw at his chest. I surrendered completely at his mercy. He released my hands and we smiled wickedly at each other. I slowly put my arms around his neck and kissed him with my fingers running through his soft brown hair. Suddenly my kiss turned to a bite and I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back so our eyes had to meet. "Now! I want you inside of me now!" I demanded. He put his arms around me and pulled me so I was straddling him in the back of the limo. He thrust his massive throbbing cock deep inside me. He could feel my wetness as he slid his cock in. I released my grip and he buried is head in my tits. We rock back and forth with pleasure mounting every second. Our breathing was heavy and uneven. Moans and bits of words could be heard. He could feel every muscle in my body convulsing in ecstasy. The muscles contracting and releasing around his big hard dick. Moving as one being we are so close. He shot is load deep in my pussy. We both yelled out uncontrollably in the heat of orgasm. My husband's cock stayed so hard giving me multiple orgasms as we drove around under the city lights. We did not even consider that the driver might be watching or listening or both. In fact the possibility of putting on a show for the driver made the situation even more erotic. When my husband's cock could take no more, I slid off of him and next to him in the seat. Our breathing slowed as we held each other and kissed. Our faces were flushed and we hurried to put ourselves back together when realized we were turning into our subdivision. I just barely got my tits back in my dress and my husband's cock back in his pants when the driver opened the door. As we left the limo the driver gave both us a knowing wink and I could see the tent in his pants. After the show we put on I knew the drive would relieve himself as soon as he turned the corner. What an amazing birthday. The Limo John and Ann received a card from their best friends. Inside the letter was an invitation to dinner in a town approximately two hours away: To our best friends, Saturday night is your 20th anniversary and we want to spend it with you. Be ready at 5:00PM for a Limo ride to a four-star restaurant with our best friends. All of this is on us. Love. Tim and Kathy. "I told you I thought Kathy was up to something." Ann said putting down the letter. "She told me to keep this Saturday open." "Sounds like a real good time to me." John said thinking about the limo trip. He and Tim had tried to get the ladies boozed up in the past but they had always stopped before they really let go. "I'll call Kathy now and tell her we will be ready." Ann said as she walked to the phone. Tim was thinking the same thing as his friend John when Kathy was on the phone talking to Ann about their limo trip on Saturday night. His desire for Ann had reached a peak over the summer while they shared a beach house on the Jersey shore. He had left the beach a little after Ann did while John and Kathy enjoyed the waves. As he rounded the corner of the house he heard the outdoor shower running. He knew Ann was washing off the sand. He dropped his gear on the table next to the shower and looked under the shower door to see Ann's bare feet with water running off them. "John." She said. "Is that you?" Tim chuckled thinking he would pull a joke on her. "Yes." He lied trying to disguise his voice. "Good." She said as she suddenly opened the shower door and stood naked in front of him. Her hair was covered with shampoo and he could see soap all over her face. She couldn't see him. "Would you get me a clean towel?" She asked. Tim stopped and stared at her naked body. Her breasts were magnificent. They were so round and full. Her hard nipples pointed upward while resting on top of her mounds. Her soap-covered stomach was taunt and muscular as it led down past her navel to her blonde mound of pubic hair. He could barely make out her slit through the light fuzz. His prick hardened as he looked at his best friend's wife's naked body. Tim realized he needed to grab a towel. A pile of them rested on the table next to him. He grabbed one and quickly put it in her hand. She closed and locked the door. "Thanks honey." Tim moved into the beach house and took a shower inside. He masturbated as he closed his eyes thinking about Ann's body. Kathy lost sight of John as he dove into the large wave breaking down on them. She held her nose as she lowered herself in the water. The wave was the biggest one yet. So big, it tore off her bikini top, which she didn't realize until she the wave passed over her and her head came out of the water. She saw her top floating away towards the shoreline. She moved quickly to grab it but another wave hit her from behind and tossed her face down into the surf. She tried to breath but took a big drink of water which some of it got into her windpipe. "Cough, cough." She choked loudly as her upper body rose out of the water. Suddenly she felt John's arms move around her. "Take a breath." He said as he pulled her under with him just as another big wave cracked down on them. Her body was crushed against his and one of his hands curled around her bare breast. She knew he didn't do it on purpose. At least she thought he didn't do it. As they surfaced again his hand moved off her naked orb. "Are you OK?" John asked. Only their heads and shoulders were out of the water. He looked through the water and could see her dark nipples on her creamy tits. Her hands moved quickly to cup her chest as the water receded. "No, I've lost my top." She said in a panic voice. John tried not to laugh because she was so upset. He looked around and noticed it floating about 20 feet away. "I'll get it for you." Another wave mashed Kathy down and her hands moved off her breasts to enable her to keep her balance. As the water lowered her naked breasts once again moved out into John's glaze. She took her time this time covering them with her hands as she watched him moved slowly towards her. "Take your time why don't you." Kathy laughed as she realized how funny this was. She knew he had seen her treasures and it gave her a sexual rush between her thighs. "Is this yours?" He laughed as he held it up in front of him. "Yes! Give it to me." She cried while holding out one hand while her other arm and wrist tried to cover both breasts. John laughed and decided to see how far she would go. "Nope. Not until you remove your hands." "No way." She giggled. "What?" He said holding his hand to his ear. "No fucking way." She giggled again. "OK. If that's the way you want it." John said as he lowered his hand with the top into the water. He moved it down into the top of his swim trunks. His prick was sticking upward as he placed the top under it. "Now you have to find it." He said as he raised his hands up out of the water. Kathy's face went from laughter to fear. Shit. He put it in his trunks. She didn't dare reach down in there to pull it out. "Come on John. This is not funny anymore." She said as she moved deeper into the water. She knew she had to remove her hands from her breasts. "You know where it is so if you want it you have to get it." He laughed as he moved closer to her. Kathy looked quickly to the shore to see if Tim and Ann were still there. "They left about 15 minutes ago." John chuckled. Kathy had never touched another man other than Tim. "OK. But turn the other way." She said. Her face was bright red from embarrassment as she moved up behind his back. Her short arms reached around him, which brought her hard nipples to push into his bare back. John's prick was throbbing as he felt her fingers move down his flat stomach to the top of his suit. Her small hand moved slowly under the waistband. Kathy was breathing heavy as her fingers moved under the elastic band. She hoped to find the top and pull it out quickly before she touched IT. But, John had pushed it all the way under his balls. "You didn't make it easy did you?" Kathy asked as her fingertips moved into his large mound of pubic hair. She wondered why she had not touched his penis as her fingers moved down until she touched the base of his shaft. She stopped. She realized his prick was pushing his trunks outward because it was so hard. Her fingers continued down until she found his hairy balls. She knew she could not stop as her fingers moved over his family jewels until she finally found her top. Her fingers wrapped around the material and her hand moved back outward. She thought she was home free until another large wave hit them from behind knocking them both off balance. Kathy didn't know which way was up as her body was smashed by the wave. She tried to grab onto John and suddenly her hand wrapped around his hard prick. She held on to keep her balance. It throbbed in her hand. John's arms moved around her to stand her up straight in front of him. Her face came out of the water as she gasped for air. Her naked breasts were now only inches from his chest. He could see small goose bumps around her hard tips. Kathy opened her eyes and saw him smiling. She suddenly realized his prick was still in her hand. "You are so bad." She whispered as her fingers slowly moved over the edge of his prick's crown. She realized he was not circumcised as her fingertips exited the top. Tim was circumcised so this was the first time she had ever touched an uncut prick. "I'm bad?" John asked as he turned to watch her place her top on her bare breasts. "Yes." She giggled as she pushed him away and swam back to the shore. John had to stay in the water for a while to let his bulge go down. As he exited the water he noticed Kathy walking off the beach. Ann finished her shower and put on her robe. She tied her hair up in a towel and moved out of the outside shower. John must be inside she thought as she entered the house and heard the shower running in the hall bath. She needed the air dryer from the bathroom so she opened the door. She could see John's naked body in the frosted glass. She thought she would scare him as she slowly slid open the door. She froze as she saw Tim standing naked under the water spray with his hard shaft in his hand. He was stroking it. "OH!" She exclaimed as her eyes froze on his uncut prick. "TIM!" "ANN!" He yelled as he quickly turned his body away from her. She looked at his firm naked ass. "Oh, my god. I'm sorry. I thought you were John." She said as she backed quickly from the shower and out the bathroom door. Ann dried her hair in her room and moved out to sit at the table. She noticed the back door open and Kathy standing in the doorway. "Have a good time in the water?" Ann asked. She noticed Kathy's body was glowing red. "Ah. Yes. I guess so." Kathy mumbled feeling guilty about what had just happened. "I think I'll join Tim in the shower." John came in after Kathy walked into the bathroom. "What's wrong honey?" John asked seeing Ann's troubled face. "Nothing." She lied. The more she thought about it the wetter she became. When Tim came out of the shower later and saw Ann he looked to see if she was upset but saw a smile instead. She knew he had seen her naked and she had seen him. It didn't bother her. It excited him even more. "I really like being with Ann and John." Kathy said as they rode in the limo to their friend's house to pick them up. Kathy was wearing a long dress with the slit halfway up her thigh. Tim had noticed she put on her new Victoria Secrets sheer thongs and bra. "Me too." He said as he took another drink of the champagne. He hoped the three bottles would be enough to loosen up the women. Ann was also wearing a sexy dress that was very short. The hem came up to the middle of her thighs. She selected her black thongs and decided not to wear a bra. She giggled as she looked at her hard nipples poking out the front of her dress. "Hurry, they will be here soon." John yelled. She opened the top of her dress and lightly sprayed some perfume on her naked breasts. Why did I do that? She asked herself with excitement. Kathy's mind was on John's hard prick as she stroked the champagne glass up and down. She didn't complain as Tim moved his arm over her shoulder and down into the top of her dress. As his hand slid under her flimsy bra she moaned while it touched her hard nipple. He pulled the dress strap aside and her bare tit was exposed. "Tim." She whispered. "Can the driver see?" She looked ahead at the dark screen over the seat. "No honey." He laughed. Tim really wasn't sure but the thought of someone watching them have sex excited him even more. Tim's mouth moved down over her chest until his lips tightened around her hard nipple. They were so lost in their passion they did not notice the limo pulling into John and Ann's driveway. Suddenly the door opened and both the driver and Ann stood looking at Tim's mouth as it came off Kathy's breast. "OH!" Kathy exclaimed as she pulled the bra and dress up over her naked mound. "Luckily I was first." Ann laughed as she moved into the limo with John behind her. "What did I miss?" John asked. "Nothing." Kathy lied. She was embarrassed the driver, a large black man, had seen her naked breast. "Then why are you so red?" John asked with a chuckle. He suddenly realized the two- hour limo trip might be a good place to warm these women up. The limo driver said his name was James and for Ann and John to sit in the seats across from Kathy and Tim. The three bottles of champagne were on ice between them. At first the two couples were laidback and reserved. It took a few minutes to drive through their town. They realized they could see out the windows but others could not see inside the limo. Kathy told them the driver could not see or hear what was going on in the back. The two couples sat as their excitement grew and grew. "We didn't even give you guys a kiss." Ann suddenly realized. She moved off her seat and leaned over the ice bucket to kiss Kathy on the cheek. John reached over and took Tim's hand in his. "Yeah, we want to thank you both so much." Ann backed away to allow John to lean over to kiss Kathy. She watched as John's lips moved to her cheek and slowly to her lips. Kathy's eyes widened when his moist lips touched hers. Ann quickly moved her face forward so Tim could kiss her. They had both noticed their spouse's lips together and didn't blink as their own lips met. Kathy's eyes and mouth was open as John's tongue slithered into her mouth. She could see Ann and Tim's mouth also locked together. Her own tongue moved to find John's. He was the first man she had French-kissed other than Tim since she had been married. Ann didn't plan on frenching Tim but when his tongue pressed open her lips she didn't complain. His tongue sucked hers into his mouth. Kathy didn't know how long they had been kissing but suddenly the limo stopped. The two couples broke apart and fell back into their seats. Ann's short dress moved up to the top of her thighs. Before she could pull it down Tim had seen her black thongs resting between her milky thighs. "How about some champagne?" John asked as he poured some glasses. As Kathy leaned forward to take the glass from his hand her dress opened and he could see most of her naked mounds. The edge of her pink areole peeked out at him. It was almost a half-hour into their trip and after two glasses of champagne when the women really started to loosen up. Both Kathy and Ann were giggling and didn't care if their dresses were showing the man across from them their naked thighs and panties. John started the flashing first as he grabbed Ann's short dress and pulled it up over her panties. "JOHN!" Ann giggled as she tried to pull them back down. She wasn't upset at all and was excited as she looked over to see Tim's hard-on sticking up the front of his pants. Kathy was laughing as she watched her friend's feeble attempt to pull down her skirt. She stopped laughing as she felt the cool air on her own thighs. Before she could stop him Tim had pulled her dress up over her own sheer panties. She looked down to see her dark bush on display through the nearly invisible material. "TIM!" She screamed as her drink spilled down her arm onto her naked thighs and thin panties. If the panties weren't invisible before they were now. Even her pink slit could easily be seen through the damp material. "Oh god. I'm sorry honey." Tim said. "Take this." Ann said offering a cloth napkin. Kathy took the napkin and moved it to cover her nearly naked crotch. She pressed down to dry her panties and her fingers pressed against her swollen clit. They could all hear her weak moan and she pressed and moved the cloth over her soaked pussy. "Let me do that." Tim joked as he reached for the napkin. "You've done enough." Kathy said giving him a dirty look. She moved the cloth away and quickly dried her legs. She had reached the point of not caring if John or Ann could see her dripping bush or slit. She opened her thighs slightly to dry between them which gave away most of her pink secrets. She closed her legs and pulled down her dress. Her panties were still soaked. Kathy hit Tim on the arm. "Now my panties are wet!" She screamed. They all tried not to laugh at her statement and held back until Kathy realized what she had said. Suddenly they all broke out laughing. John poured some more drinks. He wanted to keep feeding the fire. "I can't sit here like this." Kathy said as she reached her two hands up under her long skirt and slowly pulled down her damp thongs. John tried not to watch as she pulled the thin rolled up silky panties off her feet. She was careful not to spread her legs. Both men now sported raging hard-ons. Both women had dripping pussies. "Want to dry them over here?" John asked Kathy pointing to the small vent by the door. "Sure." She said with a smile. She slowly rolled her sheer damp panties open and handed them to John. She did it to get back at her husband but to see John holding them by the vent was making her pussy wetter and wetter. "Wow!" This has started to be one hell of a trip." Tim stuttered. Tim was not a booze drinker himself and the two glasses of champagne was giving him a buzz. A "Good time rock and roll" song came on the radio and suddenly the two women were once again hopping and bopping on the smooth leather seats. John smiled as he watched Kathy's body turn and twist. She must have forgotten about her missing panties because she once again opened her legs as she twisted in front of him. John's eyes didn't miss the periodic flashes of her hairy pussy or her hidden pink slit as it peeked out at him. Ann could see the bulge of Tim's prick and wondered how it would feel. She had been a virgin when she married John and had never touched another man's hard prick. She could see Kathy flashing her husband her naked pussy and decided to do the same for Tim. John and Kathy were so locked into each other they didn't notice Ann's fingers sneak up under her short skirt. Her eyes were locked on Tim's face as she quickly pulled her black panties down and off her legs. She hid them in her purse and sat back up in her seat. Now things would be even. Her body movements soon matched Kathy's as her ass rose up and down on the soft seat. She knew when Tim got his first site of her blonde mound when his mouth opened as wide as his eyes. Ann decided to take the teasing to the next level. "I want to sit on that side." She giggled as she moved up and across. Tim thought she was going to sit on the seat next to him but suddenly her almost exposed ass landed on the large tent in his pants. "Ahh." He exclaimed as his prick pushed up against her soft cheeks. Her hands moved up around his neck and her braless breasts crushed against his arm. Kathy looked at John to see if he was upset with his wife's action but instead saw him motion for her to do the same. She didn't miss a beat as her body flew across and fell down on him. She expected to find his bulge, but instead found his hand waiting for her ass. He softly lowered her ass until she felt both the fingers and his hard-on pressing up against her. "Now we rock!" Ann yelled as her body rose and fell on Tim's lap. Her legs were facing away from John and Kathy and Tim's hand was resting on her bare thigh just under her short skirt. Her body shook and trembled with the music as her legs spread slightly to alert Tim of the open passage to her wetness. She didn't know if he would take the next step. Kathy felt John's fingers massaging her nearly bare ass and his fingers slowly pulling up the back of her dress. She thought he didn't have a chance since the dress was so long until his fingers suddenly found the slit in her dress. She gasped when his fingertips caressed her naked thigh just under her ass. He was only a couple of inches from touching her pussy. So far it had been teasing. Once his fingers touched her pussy she knew a new game was starting and she was not sure if she wanted to play. Ann wiggled her body to the side, which moved her thighs down Tim's hand. Even if he were afraid to move up under her dress she would do it for him. Tim felt the material of her dress move over his hand and froze as the soft hairs of her pubic mound brushed against his fingers. Ann's thighs opened more to allow his fingers to brush against her wet slit. Kathy's hand grabbed John's wrist to prevent him from moving his fingers up into her dripping pussy. But, he was too strong as his fingertips crawled under her soft ass cheeks to the small strip of skin between her ass and her pussy. The Limo Both John and Tim's fingers were spreading apart their best friends wife's pussy as the limo suddenly came to a halt and the interior lights came on. They all glanced through squinty eyes to see the men's hands moving from under the dresses. Kathy and Ann quickly pulled their skirts down and moved back to sit next to their husbands. They looked presentable when James opened the door. "Here we are." He said with a smile on his face. Although he could not see what was going on he could hear quite a bit of moaning. "I hope you all had an enjoyable ride." He smiled as he saw a pair of panties by the vent. "Yes. It was quite nice." John said while kissing Ann on the cheek. "Let's go to dinner." As soon as the two couples entered the restaurant Ann and Kathy went to the restroom. They didn't say a word as they entered separate stalls and took some toilet paper to dry their wet pussies. "Are you OK with this?" Ann finally asked from her locked stall. "With what?" Kathy answered knowing fully well what she meant. "I saw John touching you and you saw Tim touching me." Ann answered. "How do you feel about it?" Kathy asked unsure how this conversation was going. She would drop it in her friend's hands. If she felt it was OK then she would go along. "I think it was the champagne." Ann said trying to look for an excuse for her looseness. Kathy flushed her toilet and moved out to the sink. She waited for Ann to come out. "I don't want to lose our friendship." Kathy said holding her arms open to give Ann a hug. "Me neither." Ann said as her body softly merged into Kathy's. For the first time both women felt sexual desire for another female. They held the hug longer than a normal friend's type of hug. "John has been the only one." Ann whispered in Kathy's ear. She could feel the hard tips of Kathy's breasts jabbing into her own mounds. "Tim too." Kathy said as her lips lightly brushed Ann's earlobe. Both of their faces opened and turned until their lips were lined up together. Neither opened their eyes as their soft lips moved forward. "I've never." Kathy whispered as her mouth opened and her tongue moved forward to taste Ann's lipstick. "Me neither." Ann whispered, as she tasted a woman's mouth for the first time. They were lost in the moment when the restroom door opened and an elderly lady stood there looking at them kissing. The women put her hand over her mouth and stood as they broke apart and walked out of the restroom. They giggled as they walked hand in hand to find their husbands. John and Tim had a similar conversation but didn't end up kissing. "Hey man. Are you cool with all this?" John asked Tim as they sat in the small bar waiting for their wives. "Sure. I'm sure they will chicken out before it goes too far." Tim laughed as he slapped John on the back. But, they both took a sip of their beer and realized both men had touched the other's wife's pussy. They knew the ride back on the limo would be even wilder than the ride to the restaurant. The men kept ordering drinks for the women in hopes they would loosen up all the way. Both had thought they would be jealous seeing another man touch their wives but instead it made them hotter. Neither woman could finish their meals as they thought about the limo ride home. They had made a pact on the way to the table to not have intercourse. But, they both giggled when Ann suggested anything short of fucking. Normally a dinner in this restaurant would last at least an hour and a half. The four of them quickly ordered and rushed the waiter to bring each course. They were out of the restaurant in less than an hour and James was surprised when he saw them walking out the front door. He hurried to don his chauffeurs cap and noticed the two couples were not standing with their own spouse as he pulled the limo up next to them. Nothing was said as the couples slid into the limo sitting next to someone other than their spouse. They all knew it was time for some sexual experimenting. James closed the door and hurried to get the limo on the road. He quietly turned on the small intercom speaker and put his mike on mute. James unzipped his blue trousers and pulled out his 10 inch ebony prick. He wondered if any of the women had seen or had anything this big as he stoked it. At first the women just leaned over and put their heads on the shoulders of the men next to them. They closed their eyes and hummed the song playing on the radio. They had two hours and didn't need to rush. Foreplay was something that needed time. "Why don't we play Simon Says?" Ann asked as her eyes suddenly opened. They needed something to break the ice. The pretense of a game would make it OK in their minds. "OK." Kathy answered. The men didn't say a word. They wondered what she had in mind. "I'll be the first Simon and then we all take turns." She said. "Simon Says kiss the person next to you." No one complained as their faces turned and their lips locked together. There was no hiding the fact that tongues were now involved. All four were moaning loudly as their lips finally broke apart. "Wow." Kathy gasped. It was Tim's turn. "OK. Simon Says for the guys to whisper dirty things to the woman next to you." John smiled as his lips moved down to Kathy's ear. "I want to kiss your whole body. Your lips." He sucked on her earlobe. "Your neck." He sucked again. Her body shivered. "Your breasts." His tongue moved out to lick gently. "Your nipples." His lips sucked her earlobe into his mouth where his tongue flicked across it. She moaned. "Your stomach." He lightly pecked. "And, your…..pusssy." He whispered as his tongue snuck out into her ear canal. Tim took more of a direct approach. "I want to kiss you and fuck you." He whispered wondering what her response would be. He expected her to pull away but she kept her ear next to his mouth for more. "Where?" She whispered. Tim smiled as he answered. "In your mouth." His tongue moved into her ear. "In your pussy." His tongue moved again. He knew he should stop not knowing how she felt about anal sex. "Is that all?" She giggled teasing him along. "In your ass." He moaned thinking about having anal sex for the first time. Things got real quiet. "My turn." Kathy announced. "Simon Says…." She said thinking what to do next. She wanted to jump ahead but knew she should go slowly. "Simon Says for the men to lie down on the seat and have the woman next to you rub her body where ever she wants." So far no one had removed clothing. Both women moved off the long seats to allow the men to lay back face upward. Kathy whispered to Ann next to her. "Rub wherever you want with whatever you want." Ann giggled as she pulled up her short skirt and straddled Tim's waist. She lowered her bare pussy until her bush rubbed against his belt buckle. It felt cold against her steaming oven. She pushed back until her slit contacted his prick pushing upward. She moaned as she pushed down harder. If he were not wearing pants his prick would be moving up inside her. She started a slow up and down fucking motion of her pussy against his prick. His hands moved up under her skirt until he cupped her naked ass. "No, no." She said as she reached back to pull his fingers from her bare hips. "Simon didn't say to do that." She laughed. Kathy also pulled up her dress until her blonde pubes rested against John's covered hard-on. She matched Ann's motions as they dry humped strange pricks. First the first time she wished she had not made the no intercourse deal with Ann. All four were on the road to climaxing when Ann suddenly pulled off Tim's bulge. She moved her legs up and over him and pulled her short skirt down. "Next." She managed to say. Kathy didn't want to stop but forced her body off of John's rigid tool. Both men had huge wet spots from both inside and outside sources. John sat up and watched his wife's dress rise up her muscular tan thighs. From his angle he could see her glistening pubic hairs under her short dress. He imagined Tim's fingers worming their way through her full growth and into her pink lips. His imagination became real as he said. "Simon Says for the men to explore under the dress of the woman sitting next to you." God, he said it and wondered if everyone was ready for the women to be finger-fucked. Ann looked at Kathy who returned the glance. They both smiled at the same time and leaned back on the seat. Kathy looked over at Ann's legs as they slowly widened apart. As Ann's hairy nest premiered Kathy pulled her own long skirt up until it was bunched around the tops of her thighs. Her slim thighs opened enough for Tim to see his wife's golden fleece. Both women closed their eyes and waited for the men to touch him. "Ah." Ann moaned as Tim's fingers lightly touched the fine blonde hairs on her thighs. Her body hair was so light and fine she didn't need to shave her legs. Besides, John liked to touch her blonde fuzz leading up to her yellow harvest. Ann could feel her passion juices flowing as Tim's fingers took their time moving up towards her pussy. She never thought another man would touch her like this except in her fantasies. Her clit was swollen and pushing outward through her swollen lips when Tim's fingertip lightly touched a curl of her golden mane. Her legs spread wider, which pulled her short skirt over her pubic mound. Her pussy was now out in the open for everyone to see. "OH GOD!" She gasped when Tim's fingers pushed against her vulva. Her mind was now lost as all her thoughts moved to his fingers touching her where only she and John had ever touched before. Kathy peaked out to see Tim's fingers moving north under Ann's short hem. John's hand moved to her thigh but froze as he too watched Tim's fingers slide into Ann's pussy lips. They had become voyeurs watching their mates perform a sex act so brazen and out of control. John's fingers pushed into Kathy's leg when Tim's fingers moved down and into Ann's open pussy. He watched as Tim's middle finger disappeared into the light blonde and pink flesh. Tim slowly removed his glistening fingers and Ann moaned. John's prick was about to explode as Tim finger-fucked his wife in front of him. He realized Kathy's body was squirming around next to him waiting impatiently for his own touches. He didn't let her down as his hand pulled up her dress and snaked underneath. He had imagined this moment for weeks since the day at the beach, which made it even more exciting when his fingers contacted her damp pussy hair. "Touch my pussy." Kathy whispered into his ear. John's fingers followed her command. He found her hard clit and lightly teased it. "OH YES!" She moaned as she pulled her dress up over his hand. She wanted Tim to watch as John finger-fucked her. She peaked over to see his eyes locked onto John's manipulation of her raised knob. She looked down to see two of Tim's fingers inside Ann's wet cave. Both women were at their zenith at the same time. "OH JEEZ! I'M COMING!" Ann screamed as Tim's fingers found her G-Spot just under her clit and rubbed harder and faster. "ME TOO!" Kathy yelled as John's fingers brought her over the edge. Her legs clamped down on his hand as her body tensed tightly and suddenly collapsed. Both women took their time coming back down to earth. As Ann and Kathy pulled their dresses back down Tim offered everyone another drink. "Does everyone want to keep going?" Ann asked knowing they were crossing a line of no return. "Yes." John said. Kathy whispered in Tim's ear. "Do you?" Tim looked at his wife and smiled. "As long as you do." He whispered back. She shook her head yes. "OK with us." Tim replied. It was Ann's turn for the second round. Ann had been thinking about Tim's hard prick since the day she saw him masturbating in the shower. She didn't know if Kathy did oral sex so she decided to leave it open. "OK, Simon Says for the women to do anything they want to the man's penis sitting next to them." She giggled as she took a big gulp of champagne. "Anything?" Kathy asked quickly remembering their deal of no fucking. "Oh no, I'm sorry." Ann said. "Anything but intercourse." Kathy still was uneasy about Ann's command. She had never given Tim a blowjob mainly because he would never let her try. She had tried when they first got married but Tim pulled her mouth up off his knob. "You don't have to do that." Was all he said. Kathy figured he had a hang-up allowing his wife suck his penis. She never pressed him again to allow her to do it. And, he never tried to give her oral sex as well. She had always wondered how it would be to suck a man's hard prick and how it would be to feel a tongue on her pussy. She was nervous as she watched Ann's fingers pull down Tim's zipper. Kathy wanted to watch but John grabbed her hand and guided it against his hard-on. She remembered how thick it was that day in the ocean. He was definitely thicker than Tim but she thought Tim might be a little longer. She would soon find out. Her fingers curled around his covered shaft as she delayed taking out his bare prick. "Let me help." Tim laughed as Ann reached in to pull his hard-on out through his zippered opening. She was having trouble since he was so hard. Tim unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. Suddenly his pants flew open and his bare shaft with Ann's tiny hand wrapped around it popped out. Even with Ann's fingers around him about five inches rose above her hand. John didn't want to watch his wife jerk off another man as he tried to pull his own hard-on out into the open. Kathy was taking too much time. He noticed her eyes watching as Ann stroked Tim's white tower of power. "Do me." John whispered as he guided her fingers into his opened fly. She missed the opening in his boxers as her fingers slipped off to the side. "Shit." John exclaimed. Tim smiled as Ann took out his large tool. He noticed the look on her face as she saw the size of it. He glanced over to see John forcing Kathy's hand into his pants. He was afraid Kathy was backing out and would soon stop things. They had talked about swapping with other couples in the past but she said normal people don't do those things. He never believed she would go this far. He hoped Ann would make him come before she blew the STOP whistle. Her fingers explored his grand salami and moved under to cup his balls. Ann was wondering how this long penis would feel sliding deeper into her depths than John had done before. She wanted to get her mouth on his tip but waited until Kathy caught up to her. Finally she saw John pull his hard prick out of his pants. She looked at Kathy's face and did not notice any surprised look. Had she seen John's prick before? She wondered. She couldn't wait any longer so she quickly moved her face down Tim's chest and stomach. He didn't realize her intentions until her small lips opened and closed around the tip of his prick. His eyes opened and his hands quickly grabbed her head. "You don't have to…" He started to say as he pulled her mouth off his knob. "But, I want to." Ann laughed as her mouth again dropped and sucked in his crown. Tim tried to object but his body told him to sit back and enjoy it. He looked over at his wife and noticed her eyes watching Ann's mouth moving up and down his prick. He thought Kathy would be totally pissed but instead saw her smile. Her eyes were looking at his as her head lowered and her virgin mouth opened. Tim watched as another man's prick entered his wife's mouth. Kathy watched Ann and mimicked her motions and movements. Show and no tell Kathy laughed to herself as she sucked on John's lollipop. The new exciting feeling of a woman's lips on his shaft was too much for Tim. He tried to hold back but felt the volcano about to erupt. "I'm coming." He said trying to warn Ann before he came in her mouth but, she didn't pull back. Her lips sucked as his hot cream exploded into her warm throat. "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Tim screamed as he came. John chuckled as he watched Ann bring his best friend off. He knew she was very talented and knew Tim wouldn't last long. He could tell Kathy had not had very much if any blowjob experience. Her mouth was not tight around his shaft and her motions were not uniform. It was actually giving him more pleasure as he looked at Tim who was amazed his wife was doing this. "Move your tongue." John whispered to Kathy loud enough for their spouses to hear. "Lick my balls Kathy." He said as he guided her inexperienced mouth lower. "Lick up the sides." He said louder. John was having so much fun. But so was James. James had been stroking his monstrous prick as he listened to the two couples playing the silly Simon Says game. He wished he could watch but only had to imagine what was going on. He was in control until he heard John's commands for the other man's wife to lick his balls. James body was in high excitement when he lost control of the limo and it caromed off the side of the road. He suddenly grabbed the wheel and tried to straighten it up but the rear tire hit some soft dirt and the limo went into a spin. Kathy's mind was already spinning as she gave John a blowjob. Suddenly her body was tossed one way and another. She didn't know what was going on and tried to keep her lips tight around John's prick but her body was tossed to the side door. They all thought they were going to die until the limo came to an abrupt halt. Ann was lying on top of Kathy's body and Tim was on top of her. John had been able to hold on and was sitting frozen in his seat. "SHIT! Are you guys OK?" He asked. He reached over and slowly pulled Tim off of Ann. "I'm OK." Ann said as she pushed up off of Kathy. "What the fuck happened?" Tim said as he pulled Kathy up to make sure she was OK. "You better put that away." Ann said looking down at John's prick sticking out of his pants. He did as she said just in time as the rear door opened and James stood there. "Is everyone alright?" He asked with a worried look on his face. "Yes." John answered. "What happened?" "I'm so sorry. I lost control of the vehicle." James answered. "What made you lose control?" Tim asked with a pissed look. "I'm not sure." James lied. "But, we are stuck in some soft dirt and will have to have a tow truck pull us out. Do any of you have a cell phone?" Ann picked up her purse and looked around inside. "Shit. I changed purses and forgot mine." "Me too." Kathy answered. "You don't have one?" Tim said loudly. Although James was a foot taller and more muscular Tim wasn't afraid of him. "When the limo spun around my phone fell and banged around. The damn thing won't work now." James confessed. "So what do we do?" Ann asked. It was late at night and not a whole lot of traffic was on the country road. "I saw a gas station a few miles back. I'll walk back and see if I can get some help." James answered. "Why don't you stay here with the women and John and I will go for help." Tim replied. He didn't trust James anymore and wanted to get help himself. "No sir. You stay and I'll go." James responded. "You've already fucked this up enough." Tim ranted. "Stay with your vehicle." James was fuming but kept his calm. "OK. You want to walk two miles in the dark be my guest." John remained quiet. He was still upset Kathy's blowjob was interrupted. "Let's go." The two men kissed their wifes and headed back down the dark road. "Will you two be OK back here?" James asked the women. He could see up Ann's skirt and noticed her blonde pubic hairs between her tight thighs. Ann saw where he was looking and pulled down her skirt. "Yes, thank you." She said. The Limo James closed the door and moved back to the front of the limo. At first the women were upset but as they thought about what had happened they began to giggle. "You should have seen the expression on your face with John's penis in your mouth as the limo spun around." Ann burst out laughing. "God. I thought it was just me." Kathy laughed out loud. "I had never given a blowjob before and suddenly the whole car was spinning." They laughed so hard their sides were hurting. "You've never gone down on Tim before?" Ann asked as they calmed down. "No, he would never let me." Kathy groaned. "God, it felt so wonderful." "He had gone down on you right?" Ann asked in amazement. Kathy's expression answered Ann's question. "He hasn't?" Kathy shook her head no. "God girl. You don't know what you have been missing." Ann whispered. James sat in his seat pissed at the predicament he was in. He knew he would probably lose his job over this and now was listening to the two white women comparing notes about oral sex. He felt the stirring in his loins again. Shit. He was stuck out in the dark road with two sexy women. He closed his eyes and again pulled out his long hard dong. He stroked it to its maximum 12-inch length as he listened to the intercom. "I wish I knew." Kathy said her thoughts out loud. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how it would feel with someone's mouth on her pussy. Ann had never thought about having sex with women until tonight. She didn't know if she had it in her to do what she wanted but she had to try. The men would not be back for at least an hour so why not? She looked at Kathy's long bare legs under her skirt and remembered her dark bush as John fingered her before. She quietly slid off the seat and to the floor in front of her best friend. She didn't know how to suck another woman's pussy but she knew it wouldn't be hard to figure out since John had done it to her many times. She remembered what felt good and what didn't. Her body moved forward until her face was just above Kathy's closed knees. She looked up and watched Kathy's closed eyes as her chin moved down to rest on top of her knees. Kathy felt something on her knee and looked down to see Ann's face. "What?" She started to say. "Let me" "Ann." "You need it." "But…" "No buts. I want to." Ann's chin pushed down until Kathy's knees slightly opened. "Don't." Kathy said unconvincingly. "Shhh." Ann whispered as her fingers moved up Kathy's calved to her two knee caps. Kathy's legs trembled as her knees were pulled open by Ann's hands. She watched Ann's eyes as they looked up her tan thighs to see her dark pussy. Kathy's legs opened wider and wider as Ann's head moved up between them. Ann's soft lips turned and lightly kissed little bits of fire along her thighs. "Ann…" Kathy moaned as her eyes closed. She didn't care whose lips were heading to her love nest. Kathy opened her eyes to see Ann's tongue pushing forward of her rosy lips until it touched her hairy slit. Ann's tongue pushed through the soft forest until it came in contact with Kathy's juices. "OH!" Kathy moaned. "Kiss my pussy." James couldn't believe what he was hearing. Shit. First they swap for blowjobs and now one of the women was kissing the other one's pussy. He held back his climax and slowed down his strokes. This was getting better and better. "Yes. Right there." Kathy moaned. Her hands were now on the back of Ann's head guiding her mouth to where she wanted it. Ann's lips sucked in Kathy's hard clit. "Oh god. Suck my clit." She cried. Ann was hot, as she tasted Kathy's flowing juices. She curled her tongue down until the tip entered Kathy's steaming hole. She pressed her face forward and hard until her tongue moved at least three inches inside of Kathy's pussy. Her nose was pressed against her hard knob. She moved her tongue in circles to touch the perimeter of the deep and dripping hole. Kathy moved down to lie on the seat. Ann wondered if Kathy would return the favor. One way to find out she thought as she hiked up her short skirt and moved her body up to lie on Kathy's facing down to her feet. She lowered her head to Kathy's dark bush the same time she lowered her own pussy to Kathy's face. She smiled, as Kathy's tongue tasted her pussy before her tongue moved back into Kathy's bush. James was breathing hard as he heard the moans get louder and louder. Finally he heard one of them scream and soon after the other one. They had given each other mutual pleasure. He was lost in his own world imagining what they had been doing when the driver's door opened and the blonde hair women stood there. At first it didn't register but suddenly he realized he was jerking off in front of his customer. "OH God, I'm so sorry." He said as he tried to stuff his huge prick back into his pants. "Me too." Ann said with a shock look on her face. She turned and ran back to the rear seats. Ann quickly opened the door and closed it. "Holy shit. You won't believe what I just saw." Ann whispered to Kathy. "What?" Kathy asked as she grabbed her friend's arm. "James was jerking off when I opened the door. I was going to ask him if he had something else to drink." Ann said. Suddenly her face turned to laughter. "You should have seen his face." "God. He must have been shocked." Kathy laughed. "And. You aren't going to believe this but his prick had to be at least a foot long." Ann giggled. "Really?" Kathy asked. "I've heard stories about black men before but this one was real." "How can any woman take something that big?" Kathy said out loud. "Too bad we made that deal." Ann laughed. But, Kathy didn't laugh. "That deal only involved our husbands." Kathy whispered. "Yeah right. Like you would let him fuck you." Ann laughed thinking her friend was just joking around. Kathy didn't laugh. "You're joking right?" Ann asked. "Ann. We may never get another chance like this." Ann and Kathy both thought about her words. "Do you think he would…" Ann asked. "I guess there's one way to find out." Kathy said. She pulled down her dress and knocked on the dark screen above the seats. Suddenly the panel opened up. James looked back at them. "Can I help you madam?" He said with a smile. He had overheard their conversation. "Yes. Could you come back here please?" Kathy asked. "Be right there." He said and closed the panel. "I can't believe we are doing this." Ann said as she sat next to Kathy holding her hand. James knocked on the door. "Come in." They both said at the same time. James was smiling as he moved into the door. He moved into the large seat directly across from him. "James. We have a deal for you." Kathy said. James just sat there smiling. "We promise to not complain to your company about the incident tonight as long as you do something for us." Kathy said with a red face. "Hey. That would be terrific." James said. "I'll do anything you want." His prick was still hard in his pants thinking about the possibilities. "We want to see it." Kathy said with a giggle. Ann nodded her head yes. "Are you asking what I'm thinking you are asking?" He asked. "I think you know." Kathy answered. "Stop me if I'm wrong." He said as he sat back and unbuckled his belt. They didn't complain as he opened his pants and pulled down his zipper. He was not wearing underwear so his hard ebony shaft popped upward. Both women jumped back. "GOD!" Kathy exclaimed when she saw the size of it. "Touch it." Kathy commanded. "I can't do that." James said embarrassed. He had never masturbated in front of another person especially in front of two white women. "Remember the deal." Kathy said. James curled his large hand around his hard-on and moved it up and down. He smiled as he watched the two women's eyes following his fingers. "Is that all you want me to do?" He asked. Ann leaned over to Kathy and whispered. "Are you sure?" Kathy whispered back. "Yes." "We want you to fuck us." Kathy said softly. Her mouth was dry and her pussy was still wet from Ann's mouth. "I was hoping you would say that." James said. "Who's first?" "Me." Kathy said as she moved forward and pushed James onto his back. Her tiny white hand moved down and curled around his dark shaft. "I can't get my hand around it." She said to Ann who looked in amazement. Kathy moved her bare legs over his hips and guided the large tip until it pushed against her dripping hole. She slowly lowered her hips until the tip force opened her lips until the large crown slipped inside. "OH MY GOD. IT'S STRETCHING ME SO MUCH!" She moaned. She repositioned her body some and again lowered her ass. Her face showed the discomfort of the huge piece of meat violating her tight opening. "If it hurts too much, stop." James said hoping he would not hurt this woman. He didn't need to get into more trouble. "No, I have to have it." Kathy grunted as she lowered her pussy some more. He was now about four inches inside her. This went on until Kathy felt the tip of his prick touch the back of her hole. "I'm full." She announced. There was no more room at the Holiday Inn. "OH SHIT." Kathy moaned as she raised her pussy up his pole and gently back down. "It feels so fucking good." She cried as her pussy milked his hard-on. James looked down to see his dark pole disappear into her creamy while stomach. His eyes suddenly opened wide as Kathy's body quickened the pace. She held on to the top of the seat as she fucked his black pole. "OH YES!" She screamed as she climaxed. James couldn't hold back either as his full load blew out against the back of her pussy. "I feel it." Kathy screamed as she came again. Ann realized he had climaxed and she probably had lost her chance. "What about me?" She asked as she watched Kathy crawl off his tool. James smiled as he looked at his watch. "Your men will be back soon and I don't want to be back here with your white asses riding my rod." He laughed. "However, I'm off in two days and will gladly meet you anywhere you want." He said as he zipped up his trousers. "I won't even charge you for a limo ride." He laughed. Note: Hope you enjoyed the story. Don't forget to vote. The Limo Sharon and I have been married for several years. Every year I try to surprise her with something different on Valentine's Day. Of course, every year it gets more difficult. This year was no different; it seemed that I had run out of ideas. Just when I was about to give up and do the usual "flowers and breakfast in bed" routine, an old memory came back to me, and my idea began to form. I remembered one of her favorite fantasies was to be seduced in a limousine. She confessed this to me after we watched an erotic movie together with a scene in which the heroine, on the way to meet her husband, has a steamy encounter with her limo driver. After the movie ended, we had one of our most intense sexual workouts ever, with her enjoying several fantastic orgasms! Shortly before the big day, I began to hatch my plan; I called to rent a limo for the day, and told the owner that rather than having him drive to our house, I would meet him at his office. On Valentine's Day, I awoke my lovely wife with flowers and breakfast in bed, hoping that she would believe that this was the extent of her gift. I went off to work, and she left shortly after. Fortunately, I was able to leave work at noon and hurried back home to prepare my plan. I set out several notes for her to find, the clothes I chose for her to wear, and champagne for her to sip as she prepared, and went into the bathroom to fix a jet black hairpiece on my blond head. I then carefully attached the false goatee and put on the driver's tux that I had rented. I hurried over to the limo rental office and made the final arrangements. A few extra dollars in the owner's pocket and a pair of dark glasses and I was on my way to pick up my wife as "Nik" the driver. I really enjoyed my Valentine's Day gift this morning; Joe brought me a dozen roses and gave me breakfast in bed. Not as exciting as some previous Valentine's days, but what the hell; we weren't as young as we used to be, and it was a work night. I enjoyed my breakfast and hurried off to work. When I finally got home, I went right to our bedroom to change. That's when I found a note on my pillow. "Take a warm bath and relax. Then turn down the bed" was all it said. Reading the note, I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. I now realized that there was more to my Valentine's gift! After a relaxing bath, I turned down the covers, expecting to slide into bed and wait for Joe's arrival. Instead I found neatly laid out, a low cut black silk dress, as well as a beautiful black lingerie set and silky black thigh highs. The note folded on the dress instructed me to "Slip into something more comfortable and go down to the kitchen". I was now getting a little curious and more than a little excited! As I slipped into my sexy lingerie and stockings, I felt myself getting wet with excitement without even touching myself! I shimmied into the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. "Not bad!" I thought. "Still pretty hot for my age!" I picked out my sexiest pumps and sauntered downstairs, expecting to see Joe waiting for me. All I saw was a bottle of champagne and another note. "Have a glass of champagne and listen for the car horn" was all it said. Now I was really confused, but just as excited! Was he picking me up? Where were we going? * As I pulled up to the house, I beeped the horn and waited for my beautiful wife to come out to the limo. As she came out the door, I saw her smile that wicked smile that I know and love so much. As she got closer, her look turned to one of confusion as she realized that I was not in the back waiting for her. As Nik, I opened the door for her and handed her another note. She gave me a friendly smile and looked me over quickly, giving me an approving nod. Did she recognize me? Was she checking me out as Nik? Did she see the bulge in my pants? She slid into the back and opened the note. * After enjoying my champagne (and wondering what the hell Joe had planned for us), I heard a car horn. I looked out, expecting to see our car. I was shocked to see a big black limo waiting for me! I hurried out, expecting to see Joe step out, but as the driver stepped out to open the door for me, I noticed that the back was empty! The driver smiled and handed me a note as I stepped in. "Very handsome" I thought to myself as I gave him the once over. He was about the same size as Joe, but with jet black hair, a goatee and dark driving glasses. Very mysterious and exotic, I thought. As the limo began to pull away from the curb, I started to read. "The driver's name is Nik. He has been instructed not to speak to you. He will bring you to me. He will do whatever you ask, as long as you follow the instructions on this and the following notes. Please have another glass of champagne and relax." "Wow" I thought, "This time he's going all out! I might as well relax and enjoy!" As I finished my second glass of champagne and listened to the soft music playing, I found myself getting wet with anticipation again. Was it Joe or Nik my body was responding to? Then Nik handed me another note. "I will be with you soon, my love. In the meantime, please remove your dress." "Is he nuts? I'm not taking off my dress in a car with a stranger!" I thought. Then I read on; "Please trust me, darling; Nik is a professional. He will not harm you. This is our agreement. I know you; you are becoming excited at the thought of this. Please remove your dress. Now." I knew Joe was right; I WAS getting excited! Besides, if this was part of his Valentine's gift, I didn't want to ruin it! I unzipped myself and slowly slipped out of the dress, leaving me in a silky black slip, panties and stockings. I folded my arms across my chest, hoping Nik didn't notice my hardening nipples. Nik glanced back at me in the mirror and handed me another note. "Darling, you look beautiful this evening; please allow Nik to see you. Again, he will not do anything that you do not want him to." I smiled wickedly after reading the note; "He wants Nik to look at me!" I thought. I slowly unfolded my arms and dropped them to my sides. Nik looked back in the mirror and gave me a sexy smile. I felt my clit throbbing as Nik marveled at my voluptuous bosom. He handed me another note. "Play with yourself" was all it said. This time I didn't hesitate; I languidly slid one hand over my nipple as the other slipped between my legs. I felt my breathing quicken. As I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, my other hand had found its way to my clit, bunching the slip at my waist as I rubbed myself through my silky panties. I returned Nik's gaze in the mirror and licked my lips as he slowed the limo to a stop. He watched in fascination as I closed my eyes and brought myself to a climax in the back seat. As I came down from my orgasm, Nik handed me the last note and a blindfold. "I am almost with you, my love. Please put on the blindfold and wait for me." * As I handed Sharon the last note and blindfold she again did not hesitate; she had had her first orgasm, and I knew she wanted more! She slid the blindfold over her eyes, then slipped her hand under her panties and began to work on her second orgasm. In the meantime, Nik silently exited the front seat and opened the door to the back. He slowly slid his hands up her legs, and began to help Sharon massage her pussy and clit. As she moved her hand away, Nik gently kissed his way up her legs and began to nuzzle her pussy lips with his nose and lips. "Is that you, Joe?" she asked between moans of ecstasy. Nik did not answer, and frankly, I don't think she cared. She just slid her hands over his head and pushed his face into her pussy. As he licked his way over her clit and into her pussy she shuddered in another orgasm. As she started to recover, she removed her hands from his head and started to remove her blindfold. He quickly stopped her. "Uh,uh; he murmured, trying to disguise his voice. He slowly kissed and nuzzled his way up her belly and started kissing and nibbling on her breasts. He knew this would quickly get her excited again, and he was right; her breathing again quickened, and she sighed contentedly between jolts of passion. I knew she could feel the roughness of Nik's goatee, but she didn't seem to care. She just pressed his head to her breast as he suckled her. He slid two fingers into her sopping pussy as he nibbled and sucked on her breasts, causing her to buck against his hand until another orgasm hit her. He held her tightly as her climax subsided, then slowly withdrew. Nik slowly slid out of the back seat, removed his jacket, then grabbed the sport coat that was waiting on the front seat. He then quietly exited the limo, leaving Sharon to straighten herself. I quickly removed the black hairpiece, goatee and bow tie, combed my hair and threw on the sport coat. Minutes later, I entered the back seat, removed the blindfold and gave Sharon a slow passionate kiss. "How was your ride?" I asked. "It was fantastic!" she said. "I can't wait to tell you about it!" The Limo The plane ride had been sweet so far. I was dressed as He had instructed me, which made sure my thoughts were solely on what was to come. He had promised me a very special weekend. He had also told me not to speak, to anyone, no matter what happened. It was part of a lesson He was teaching me on obedience. Sir had bought for me a short, draping skirt, which ended just below the curve of my cheeks. For the trip I wore with no underwear, and a embroidered and jeweled bra with only a sheer blouse over it. The bra had removable tabs over my nipples, and Sir had instructed me to sew the rough side of velcro on the inside of the tabs, so that every move caused them to rub roughly over the tender skin. I found myself breathing harder from the arousal, which caused the velcro to stimulate me even more. A large ben-wa ball was nestled deep in my cunt, and the muscle control needed to keep it there made sure I was warm and moist. I knew the sage and musk odor of my pussy was evident, for the poor gentleman in the seat next to me was beginning to shift uncomfortably from a hard-on that was so obvious, I struggled not to stare. He finally leaned over me, brushing my breast with his arm, as he pulled a magazine from the seat pocket in front of me. "Whoever you're meeting," he whispered, "must know how to take care of you." I smiled and made a note to tell Sir the comment. He liked it when other men wanted me. But as the man leaned back, his hand lingered on my thigh. I looked at him and shook my head. His hand didn't move. "You're a slave, aren't you?" he whispered. My eyes widened, then I nodded. He grinned. "And you can't speak." He began rubbing my thigh, running a finger along the top of my thigh high. I squirmed and tried to push his hand away, without creating a scene. I looked around, but it was not a full flight. The seats across the aisle were empty. He brushed my hand away, and pushed his fingers under my skirt. I stared at him and shook my head desperately. He grinned. "I'm a friend of His," he said quietly. "He wants you really wet when you arrive, and I'm to report if you make so much as a whimper." He slid his fingers up, caressing my mound, squeezing it. "He also told me that I could try to make you whimper. But that you're not allowed to cum." His other hand closed tightly around one breast, grinding the velcro into my nipple. I closed my eyes, beginning to pant, as he pushed two fingers into my cunt, exploring the tender folds. His nails raked over me, then closed down hard on my clit. I writhed in my seat, trying to get away from his punishing fingers. Each pinch was making me flow, and keeping the ball in place was becoming harder and harder. Suddenly, the attendant started down the aisle, making her last minute check before landing. With a grin, he pulled his hand away, licking his fingers. "He'll be pleased." Then he laughed and put a magazine over his lap. I was a bit drier by the time the plane had landed, but my fight to keep the ben-wa ball in place made my hips sway sassily. And, walking through the airport, I knew other men were looking, and I was proud Sir had dressed me so well. The four-inch heels exaggerated my walk, and the thigh highs peeked out from under the skirt as it swayed. I had only one carry-on bag, so I went straight out the door, where Sir was waiting with the limo, as He had promised me. He was in the back seat, and watched me get settled before telling the driver to move off. "Are you ready for me?" He asked. I nodded, and He smiled. "Show me." I slid down a bit in the seat and spread my legs, lifting the skirt. With two fingers, I spread my pussy, for Him to see the wetness there. He nodded. "Good girl. What else?" I slipped off my shirt and removed the tabs from my bra, exposing the reddened and aroused flesh. Sir smiled, "I see Larry did a good job on the plane. Did you enjoy it? Feeling exposed?" I nodded slightly, then Sir leaned forward and pinched the nipple that Larry had abused hard. I wasn't expecting it. And I gasped. He frowned. "Was that a sound?" My eyes widened, and I nodded. He shook His head. "Has my sex pet forgotten her training so soon?" I shook my head desperately, but He merely sighed and snapped up the lid on His briefcase. I took a deep breath; I knew all too well what was in that case. He took out the nipple clamps and motioned for me to lean back against the seat. I did, and He tightened them on each nipple, a small weight on the chain pulling down hard. I chewed my lip to keep from crying out as the pain racked through each tit. He cuffed my hands behind me, and tied my elbows together, so that my breasts arched high. "Since you haven't learned your lesson yet, slut, we have to do this the hard way." He inserted a ball gag, pulling it tightly against my lips. He stroked my cheek, then slapped me. "Just a reminder," He whispered, and I nodded, obedient. Sir then lifted one ankle and inserted into the strap over the door, the other into a strap He had attached to the back seat. He sat back to watch. The driver could see everything, and I could see his grin in the mirror. Sir liked that, having me on display, especially if I had been disobedient, because He knew the humiliation I felt from it. Once, at a party for several of His friends, He'd had me strip in front of them, and then had tied me, spread eagle, to the dining room table so they could explore me any way they wanted. And they had. But that's a story for another time. With my legs spread and my pussy open to the air, I was getting more aroused, and I couldn't stop the ben-wa ball from easing out of my soaking cunt. Sir took it and rubbed it over my face, smearing me with my own scent. "What do you think, Jim?" He said to the driver. "I don't think she's learned her lesson. Do you?" The driver's face was red with arousal. "No, Sir, I don't think so." I realized then that Jim was another of Sir's pets. Sometime special was, indeed, planned for the weekend. Sir pulled a multi-tailed flail out of the case. He used the handle to spread my pussy, teasing my clit until I squirmed. Then he turned it and raked the tails over my thighs and pussy, my tits and neck. "You think a dozen will do it, Jim?" Sir was smiling at me, loving having me open and at the mercy of another man as well as Him. "Maybe, Sir. It's a start." The first blow came on my thigh and I jumped, fighting to keep from moaning. Then He slapped it down on my thighs, my belly, my cunt. The hits to my already punished tits sent an agonizing heat through me, but I managed not to make a sound. My pussy flowed as the pain and pleasure spread over me as the blows fell harder. I lost count before He stopped. He slid the flail over me again, from face to pussy, gently. "You're learning, my little slut. But we aren't through with the lesson just yet." He then pulled a massive dildo out of the case, and with a sudden motion shoved it deep into my cunt. I writhed against my bonds, against the gag, and He pressed the dildo in, holding it. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" I nodded weakly. He eased it out, and looked at it, lubed by my juices. He moved it down, spread my cheeks, and pushed the tip into my tight ass. I shook my head, pleading in my eyes. He grinned. "You're my sex pet, slut. You do what I want." He pushed it in farther and I whimpered, the pain searing through me. "I want that cunt as tight as a drum when I fuck you." I could only nod, as the dildo went deeper. Deeper. He held it there as I shuddered. "You'll learn to like this, too, my pet." He sat back and watched. I could see His huge cock erect in His pants, and He saw me looking at it. "Want it, do you?" I nodded. My body was flaming with pain and desire, my pussy so wet my skirt and the seat were sopping. "Not just yet," He teased. "No reward yet." He pulled out another clamp, and spread my pussy lips, rolling my swelling clit between His thumb and forefinger. He glanced at my face as He pinched and pulled it. I closed my eyes against the agony and He dug His nails in. "Don't close your eyes," He instructed and I opened them. "This belongs to me," He said, "just as the rest of you does. Yes?" I nodded, and He closed the clamp over my sore and hardened clit. The piercing fire shot through me and I bucked against the restraints, but no sound emerged. He watched, smiling, then tightened my nipple clamps and slid His fingers over my cunt, pinching the lips, flipping the clamp so that pain lanced my bud. I was panting, but still gave up no sound. "Want to be fucked?" He asked. I nodded, desperately. He played some more driving me mad. I whimpered. "Beg me," He said, his fingers probing my pussy, teasing me. My eyes begged. "More." I strained against the bonds, my hips arching up. "I'm not quite sure she's learned yet, Jim. Do you?" The driver's grin was manic. "Maybe just a bit more, sir." The flail landed again, against my pussy, two, then three hard blows. My head rolled back and my eyes closed. I was light-headed and I knew I would soon pass out. Then I heard His zipper, and with one motion His huge, swollen cock was in me. My head shot up as He grabbed my hair, pulling it hard as He slammed into me over and over. I bucked against Him, wild with the passion. The clit clamp raked me raw and I came, hard, just as He did, our juices flowing over my thighs and ass. Breathing hard, He eased out of me, sat back and looked me over. "You're the best slut, my pet." I smiled. "And now," He said, His eyes dancing as He closed His pants again, "I have a surprise." My eyes asked the question, but He just grinned. The car made a turn and stopped, and the driver got out. Sir opened His door, then reached and stroked my thigh. "Jim wants a turn. He's been very good this week, and I promised him a reward." My eyes widened as He stepped back, and Jim, a huge man with a bulging crotch, got in. Sir got in the front seat and I looked desperately at Him in the mirror, as Jim dropped his pants, pulling out a large, hardened cock. Sir smiled at me and turned to watch as Jim picked up the flail. "By the way, pet. We're in the limo garage. Jim has a few friends he wants you to meet." He settled in, watching, as Jim landed the first blow on my wet and aching pussy. The Limo We are together in the back of a lavish, new, black limousine, driving from a delicious dinner back to our hotel room, when traffic in the city comes to a complete halt. The night was warm so we got out of the limo to wander around and we make some small talk with the driver who stays seated in the car but with the front door open. You are wearing a long black gown with a deep plunging neckline. The top of your gown is loose fitting which becomes flirtatious to men as you turn at your waist to allow even more of your breasts to become exposed; yet never allowing all to be seen. As we chat with the driver, a gust of wind comes through the canyon of the high rise buildings and blows the loose fitting top of your gown to expose one of your breasts to the driver and to me. Your nipple is suddenly peaked with an erection as the wind whisks across it. The driver and I look at each other and simply smile. We both silently agree between gentlemen that what we saw was a rare glimpse of such a gorgeous breast. We say nothing to one another just a smile. You in turn smile also, not at all alarmed by the sudden wind-swept exposure of one of your breasts. All three sets of eyes make contact as if we knew what was about to happen and allowed our natural instincts to take us to whatever would lie ahead. I lean over to you to kiss your cheek. You turn your head just in time to allow me to kiss your full lips; a deep passionate kiss it is. You reach out with one finger to the driver who is still in his seat to offer your index finger for him to suck on. He does just as you wish. He sucks on that finger as I bury my tongue deep into your throat. Both the driver and I reach for opposite breasts and gently massage them through the material of your gown. But no, you want more; you reach up with both hands and pulled apart the material that covers your breasts to expose both of them to the world and all who must be watching from the cars around us. The driver and I oblige your demand and place our hands on your breasts to your delight. You respond by looking straight up into the space of the night sky above as we caress each of your breasts. I begin to kiss you more and extend my tongue deeper into your mouth hoping to go deeper than before. Your tongue tangles with mine as we search for each other's oral senses. You respond to my kiss and our tit play by pulling up on your on gown allowing the hem to inch upward on your legs. As your hemline slowly exposes inches at a time up to your knees my cock begins to harden. Your legs are so nicely shaped and slender and covered in black stockings. Such a sight is rare indeed, bare breasts being lit by the city street lights and neon from near by restaurants and clubs and your legs being exposed to the world beside our limo. The driver with his other free hand reaches over to your leg and touches the inside of your right knee and tries to reach up higher on your thigh. You respond by pulling your dress even higher to expose the alabaster smooth skin of your upper thigh as it is now apparent that you are wearing the most elegant of thigh high stockings tonight. The driver reaches farther up your thigh in hopes to reach his target and discover if, and yes, you pull your dress to your waist as he fondles you and exposes that you are not wearing any panties; you proudly display your freshly shaven pussy to us both. I grab you and carry you over to the hood of the limo. I lay you back over the fender so that you are seated on the fender and you lie back across the hood exposing your breasts to the God's above. They lay gently as firm pillows across your chest. Your nipples are erect receiving the kisses of the wind as you lie there. I pull your gown back up to your waist; I want to see your shaved pussy in its full glory for myself. I bury my face deep inside, taking in your sweet scent at first and then the ever so sweet taste of your juices. I hear car doors around us opening and then closing. One is the car door of our limo as the driver gets out of his seat to stand by us. I look around and there are several men standing and watching intently as I again bury my face deep between your thighs. The softness of your thighs on both sides of my head is dreamlike. The taste of your juice and the feel of your shaven lips are too much to handle. My mind wanders while I drink in your passion and taste you for the first time. This must be a dream. The crowd around us is getting larger. Two men walk over to the limo and, as if written in a script, begin to fondle each of your breasts. Your response is to reach down and unzip them each and pull their cocks out of their pants so that you can yank on their cocks. These men now begin to suck each nipple while I continue to eat your pussy and drink its delicious juice; and you have a tight grip on a cock in each hand. Seeing this other men in the crowd unzip and pull down their pants to masturbate at the lustful sight that is before them. Women now appear and remove the hands of the owners of these cocks and begin to please each one personally with the deepest of deep throat action. Within minutes some of the men take the woman giving them oral pleasure and lay them on the street or across the hood of their cars and eat them as well. What a sight, you across the fender of our limo, me eating you, two men you never met sucking and fondling your breasts, you pumping their cocks, men and ladies all around us lustfully devouring each other, all exposed to whoever was watching from the buildings above and surrounding cars. I can not take any more; - you are about to reach an orgasm and I drop my pants and ram my cock into your very wet and waiting pussy. I ram it hard. You look at me and whisper, - "harder, harder!". I oblige and with all my might I thrust my cock deep inside of you. The men sucking your nipples began to lightly nibble on them, this does it for you. A spasm drenches you from head to toe as I ram deep inside of you. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the overall sense of what is happening to you and me and what surrounds us in lust is too much for me. I let out a scream as my cum shoots through my cock and fills you with my warm sperm. You scream as you reach your peak in waves of spasms. Moans and screams of sexual satisfaction can be heard all around us as we all heave a final time to release our cum into the mouths or pussy openings of the women we share for this moment in time. I pull out of you ever so slowly as I become limp after expending my load of cum. As I pull out, our driver takes my place and shoves his giant cock deep into you. He pumps and pumps for all he is worth. You arch your back as another wave of orgasms digs deep into your soul. You and the driver yell loudly as you reach your sexual peak at nearly the precise moment with one another. He shoots his load deep into you. You grab his shoulders and hold him tight to your chest. He sucks on your nipple and you scream again with another wave of orgasms. Yours is the last scream of ecstasy to be heard in that concrete canyon this night as we all lie limp in the street waiting for traffic to clear. The traffic begins to move ahead and we all get off the cars, the street, wherever we are lying to rest and begin to enter our cars. I pull up my pants and pull your gown down to your ankles and pick you off the fender and sit you back on the ground. We walk over to the door and hurriedly our driver pulls his pants up and opens our door for us. He looks at me as you enter the car and says, "Sir, the ride is on me tonight. Thanks for the wonderful tip." I wink and enter the car and we drive off to our hotel to explore each other in our bed for the rest of the night. The Limo The afternoon finds you a little peeved at me. Just a note saying I would see you later and a map tied to a bottle of wine. As much as you enjoy these games, you really thought I had plans and reservations to our favorite restaurant downtown. You realize it's another year I've fucked it up. As long as you've known me now it's always a little unsettling at how I manage to skate around planning something definite then come through with flying colors at the end. It's exciting, yes and very much a turn on at the right times, but there are other times that it becomes frustrating and this is one of them. You had even mentioned to your friend where you would be and might have met her there. You look at the map. It doesn't even lead near downtown parking. Damn him you think. Still, you are curious and that is your burden. You dress, an extra layer of clothes and cover the boobs just because you are pissy. If he wants hot cleavage then he can do things up front (a pun your mind doesn't fail to appreciate). The map sends you around the back end of the Opryland Hotel and near the side door. You park (per instructions) and step out into the warm still night air. There are several possibilities here and you glance around to see which one might be the one I picked. It turns out it's the limo as the driver calls your name. That brings a smile and a lessening of the peevishness. You're so easily swayed into adventure it almost makes me blush at my own audacity. Almost. What it most certainly does do is cause a reversal of blood flow throughout my body. I'm imagining your reactions and they're almost exactly as I imagine them. That beautiful flush is blooming up your neck as the driver hands you a flute of champagne and opens the door for you. Inside is a tray of appetizers and a picnic basket with a sheaf of papers inside and over the food. It's a story and you can't wait to read it. Curiosity, however, is one of your stronger drives. Fortunately this is tempered by a stronger sense of morality and fairness. One of your finer combinations of inner drives and motivations. I appreciate it that way, anyway, and nearly as much as your sex drive. Before you do more than glance at the papers, you are asking the driver "what's going on? Where to first? What are your instructions?" Nosy. He tells you what he knows – which is not much. His first directive is just to drive to the mall and to not tell you any more than that. You are sharp enough that that ends your questions and you turn to the papers. You get though the first page which is just a tout of all your qualities and gifted ways and means as told by one who wonders and marvels at them. The car stops as you are flushing completely, feeling the sensation all over and you look up to see me getting in the car. What timing – as always! Lucky me I get the benefit of the feelings you have up and down your body. The kiss, perfect as always and the feel of you so completely overwhelming me that I would have you right here and now if I already didn't have other plans for you. As I break apart from you ever so slightly and ask if you are ready. You whisper in my ear, pulling me even closer "yes". It makes me shiver all over. Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. I take the pages from you and invite you to sit next to me. As we settle in, my thoughts running rampant and flying back and forth between chaste delicious teasing and bald sexual exclamation, I begin to read to you. A story of an adventure. Just for us. I've timed it to take nearly all the next hour and ten minutes and it does. It tells of the limo and the ride with your hands on me and the pauses in the reading for deep, passionate kisses and light roaming hands. It tells of sitting together so close that the electricity shoots back and forth between us in ever increasing jolts. How the nearness, the champagne, the story has us so completely turned on it would take just moments of touching to orgasm. The story goes forward to the stop at Lookout Mountain and the picnic set up in the park. The wonderful talk about anything and everything. The gentleness and the closeness as dark comes. The touching and the talk while gazing at the stars. My hand in your hair and massaging your scalp until you need me so badly you can't stand it and turn on me forcing a kiss, pushing your tongue into mine and your face pressing into mine. The melt of your body and the way you practically take me inside you by grinding your hip into mine. I'm shivering fully now and so tingled and electric that I feel as I would cum if you touched me – and you do. Stretching your fingers out, you touch the tips to my penis and outline it through ,my pants. Your other hand reaches up to my tie and strokes it in a way so provocative I wonder that I haven't cum and how I could be so completely lost to you without orgasm. The moan that escapes my lips is a whole body moan. Torn from me by the moment, your beauty of self and soul, my need for you, yours for me. The picnic ends with the driver giving a gentle cough to remind us he is on time and has his own plans and the connection between us is so extreme that to break apart and move toward the limo is a personal little agony we both go through together. My lips tingle and ache for you – a feeling I've come to know so well and so often. Every nerve in my body is firing and flitting. As we seat ourselves and set the basket on the floor, we are so close it's an exquisite dance of fire between flesh and touch. My hand touches, reaches and takes yours, our fingers intertwine and we're off into the night. You remember the story and reach for the picnic basket as I run my hands over your arm and onto your thighs. You give me that impish half smile and ask "is there really one in here?" I challenge you back with "would I do that?" To respond, you move right up to my ear, delicately place your lips right to me and while barely touching my skin whisper "yes". My hand has found the mounds of your bottom and the other your hair. You arch into me and kiss me like I'll never need another – again. I move myself to position you beneath me. I love the shine and dance of your eyes as you look up at me. You know I'll never have enough of that and you play it up with your motions. My lips trace your neck and onto your shoulders. It's funny how you manage to reach down and pick up the basket while allowing my lips to travel down between your breasts and to your navel. My hands running over your body and moving your clothing aside for my lips and tongue. How wonderful you feel! I am absolutely lost in the feel of you and your hand touches the back of my head to emphasize how lost I am. You're wearing the skirt I had asked you to wear and as my lips move lower, the skirt comes up in my hands. I can feel your bare legs under my fingers and palms and I can feel the heat from between your thighs. The feel of your panties make my cock leap and I find they are crotchless! That's new. "Just got them", you whisper. My penis gives another humongous jolt. As my lips graze your curls I feel you shudder and another bolt of electricity jumps through my member. How incredible that you seem to feel just as I do. I can feel tremors moving through your softer parts and the delicate folds of skin. As I separate them with my tongue, your tremors grow more intense. Your hand has been trying to rummage in the picnic basket but now you grab at my head with both hands and gasp as my tongue leaves your sopping lips and slides across the smooth silky petals to your slippery nub. Guided and pressed by your hands and fingers pulling and pushing at my hair, I lick and suck your clit until I feel you about to burst. With a last nibble, sucking your swollen clit into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue I feel you lose all constraint, shuddering and spasming. The feeling so takes me that I can't press myself inside of you fast enough. Just at your entrance, however, with your juices pouring out over the head of my dick and my pants at my knees, you remember the story and turn me to sit in the seat. In one swift and furious move you impale yourself on me and it's all I can do not to cry out in anguished ecstasy (there is still a driver there). You knew how this would drive me to the edge because of the story (again, the story that had you so turned on all the way down here). You reach down, a little more frantic now with your hand rummaging in the picnic basket and another on my scalp giving me thrills and mutter "it better be in here'. I arch up to whisper in your ear "oh, it is." Just as you triumphantly pluck the vibrator from underneath everything. With a gleam in your eye and a heaving breast, you turn it on and lay it on your clit. My cock leaps inside you as your muscles undulate in a rhythm to the buzzing and I arch up as far as I can to feel your nipples against my chest. I whisper to you how incredibly hot I find you. Your gorgeous body and your beautiful soul. Your full, delicious breasts and wonderful witticisms. I tell you I can't get enough of you. I can't hear your words or read your verse. I can't feel your touch or see your smile enough. I tell you how you make me insatiable and I feel your inner muscles working in waves and your gasps come more like whimpers and as I feel the electricity shooting off you I can no longer feel any semblance of control for myself and we cum together in a desperate violent hush. You kiss me hard to keep from crying out or to keep me from crying out – all the same - and it only makes it more intense. I am so totally lost to you as wave after wave of utter joy crash through me and you collapse in my arms. There is little of the drive left to Nashville, but I spend it cooing to you about how I want to take you for dessert and feed it to you in an open restaurant. Then take you home and give you a slow delicious massage in candlelight before having you as close as you can be for all the next two days we have together. How we will write our next adventure together at some point of our conjoinment. Over dessert we talk about the feelings and the wonder of our trip and I think how inconceivable perfection must be if this isn't it. The Limo You've planned a special night out for us, you tell me. Wear the low-cut dress to work, heels. You will pick me up at my car in the parking lot at 6pm. When I round the corner I see a vintage white 1945 Buick limousine parked next to my car. I smile to myself, this should be nice, as I open the door and climb in next to you. There is champagne on ice and soft music playing. You pour me a glass and watch as I take my first few sips. Then you direct the driver to head out having already given him his directions before I got there. I'm sitting next to you demurely, with my legs crossed at my ankles, sipping my champagne, wondering what you have planned. You reach over and run your hand ever so lightly up my thigh, your thumb glancing my lips through my panties. "Open your legs, never sit with your legs crossed when you're with me," you instruct me. "Yes, Lover," and I immediately do as you say. You pull the skirt of my dress up and I can see the driver glancing at me in his rear view mirror. With my legs open I'm sure he can see my pussy and I blush. You're watching him, too, and you push aside my panties to get to my juices. You comment how wet I am and how much you like that. "Yes, Lover, my pussy juices are yours," I say shyly. I can see the driver smile, and I realize not only can he see what we are doing, but he can hear us, too. We drive for awhile, you occasionally stroke my thigh, have me suck your fingers, pinch my nipples through my bra and dress -- just enough to make sure your pussy stays wet. I'm waiting for you to have me suck your cock, but again you surprise me. You tell me you're going to fuck my pussy tonight, to get down on all fours for you, and present my ass to you. "Please, Lover, I beg you, please fuck me," I tell you as I crawl off of the seat to the floor. "All fours, with your head up," you demand. I hadn't noticed the car had stopped. You raise my skirt over my ass and pull my panties down to my knees. Your hands caress my ass cheeks and you begin to address the driver. "Driver, this is Jane. She is MY whore and MY slut. She is here purely for my pleasure, to allow me to fuck her any way I like, as many times as I like. She welcomes the pain from being fucked over and over again. You'll see, she'll beg for more. Because all that matters to her is that she is MY whore and MY slut. Enjoy watching her lovely tits. Enjoy watching how I fuck MY whore." I feel your hard cock between my cheeks. You reach your hand between my legs and into my pussy. As you had told the driver, I start to groan and whisper your name. Your first thrust of your cock goes deep inside me and I'm groaning your name loudly. You start slowly, two, three, four strokes, each time making sure I feel the full length of your cock. You stroke faster and faster, each time slamming your hard cock into me. "Please, Lover fuck me, please Lover, let me come, fuck me, fuck me," I plead. "Not yet, you are MY slut, not yet," you reply in a controlled tone. Before either of us cums, you stop. I see the driver is surprised, too. You speak to him again: "Driver, this is MY cocksucker. She cums when I decide; she cums only after I have been satisfied." I've already turned around, knowing that by addressing me as YOUR cocksucker that is what you demand. You never stop talking to the driver as I take your hard cock covered in my pussy juices in my mouth. "Watch her lick her juices off of my cock. Watch MY cocksucker take my hard cock in her mouth and stroke it. She isn't a housewife. She is MY cocksucker and knows how to please me. Watch her ass move as she sucks me. Are you wishing you could fuck that ass? Listen to her. She is such a good whore, my slut, my cocksucker. She's going to take my warm cum, all that I'm going to shoot, because she's MY cocksucker." And with that, you run your fingers into my hair, pull my head back, and release your warm cum in my mouth. I'm making soft contented noises as each stroke releases more cum into the back of my throat. "Driver, would you agree she was an especially good whore tonight? Did you cum, too? Were you imagining it was your cock in her pussy and her mouth? She is MY good girl. Let me show you how you reward a good slut." You reach down and shove your fingers in my cunt, while using your thumb to press on my hard clit. It only takes a few minutes before I'm crying your name out loud again in total pleasure and joy. You feel my pussy pulsing as my cry turns into a satisfied whimper. "Driver, we're done here. You can take us back to the parking lot." The Limo You get a text message on your phone, with only a time, an address, and details on what to wear. "Midnight. At an old factory. Wear only a blindfold (from the time you leave your house)." You do as instructed and walk outside, with a blindfold in hand. To your surprise, a limo is waiting for you, the driver holds the door open, and instructs you to tie your blind fold on, tight. As you are finished, he places a restraint on your neck, which has wrist restraints behind you. He locks your hands into place, and guides you into the car, and shuts the door. As the car pulls away, music comes on; dance, bass pumping music. You spread your legs and start to grind into the hump in the middle of the seat. When the song is over, you hear breathing in the cab. You are not alone. The next song starts, and you slowly get back into it, trying to put on a show for whoever is there, for whoever is watching. You feel the car pulling into a driveway of some sort, and the car stops. The music stops and there is silence. The door opens, and the driver guides you out by clipping a leash to your new collar. The air is warm, as summer air is, and you can smell a campfire nearby. The smell is getting stronger as you get closer, you can hear the fire crackle, and some music is playing. The driver whispers in your ear. "Say nothing, or it will be over for you." You nod your head, and he sits your down on a padded bench that feels like a padded massage table, but with a velvet covering. He takes off your restraints, and lays you back. He stretches out your hands above your head, and ties you in. He pulls you back down the table and you can feel your ass is right on the edge of it. He places your hands in the stirrups, and straps your feet in. You can feel someone else placing a strap around your waist, and snugs it up. You can't move. You can't speak. You don't know who is there. The fire is close; you can feel it on your skin. The music gets louder, and the bass is pumping. You can feel it going through your body. Suddenly, you feel a feather tracing its way down your tummy, to your already moist and throbbing clit, and circles it. Slowly. You feel someone else turning your head and holding your mouth open, and you can smell 'sex'. You stick out your tongue and feel the tip of a cock, already wet with precum. The cock moves closer to you, and you take it in. He holds your head, and pumps your mouth. You feel the feather person still teasing your body on your nipples now. You can feel them moving between you and the fire, up to your hands, and they slowly lower themselves onto your hands. You feel a moist pussy, with plump large lips, already spread, and you begin to tease her clit, and probe her with your fingers. A third and 4th person are now at your pussy. Rubbing it. Spreading it. You feel your cheeks spread, and someone slowly inserts a plug in your ass. You moan, with the cock in your mouth. You now feel the plug vibrate. Many hands are now rubbing your pussy. Pinching your clit. Pulling on your lips. You are about to cum...and the music stops. The people leave, and you are there, alone. Aching for more. All you hear is the crackling of the fire. What feels like forever, you wonder what is happening, as you hear vehicles in the distance leaving; 2, you count. When all is silent, you feel a tongue on your clit, and smell the familiar scent of my cologne. You moan as your pussy in taken and tasted. The anal probe is removed, and you feel a tongue on your ass, licking all your juices away. I untie your feet. I untie your hands. I sit you up, and kiss you. Deeply. I grab you by the back of your head, and pull you down to my cock, already hard, already wet. You take it in and cup my balls, and grab my ass. As I am about to cum I pull you away from me and I release on your face. Warm, wet cum is dripping down your nose, your cheeks. I pull you up to my face, and I lick the cum off of you. You can feel that I am still hard. I turn you around and bend you over the table. I spread your legs, and bind your feet. Next I bind your hands behind you, over your ass. I rub my cock between your cheeks, and I pull away. I put my cock head on your pussy and in one hard stroke, I am in you. I slap against your cheeks with every hard stroke. You can feel my balls hitting your clit. You moan, like you are about to cum, and I stop and pull out. I start fucking you again. Harder. Faster. I am all the way in you and you are about to cum and you do with such force. The fucking doesn't stop though, and your orgasms continues, like waves of a boat. 2, 3, 4, 5, then you feel me tense up, and I cum deep inside you. I pull out, and lick your pussy, teasing your clit some more, and you cum one last time. You can hear me leave, walking away. You can hear someone coming. It is the driver, he unties you, leashes you and leads you away to the limo, and guides you in. You sit down, and as I take off your blindfold, we drive away.