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Pam

By: Shhh



I remember the first time I saw her. It was a Saturday in November - point of fact it was Neil Young's birthday. One of my best friends, Brian, was such a serious fan that every year he'd host Neil's Birthday Bash, at which the entire discography - Buffalo Springfield, Crazy Horse, CSN&Y, weird soundtracks for Jim Jarmusch films...everything - would be played in chronological order. Neil was, acording to Brian, invited each year but had thus far failed to show. There was always a big crowd, a wide variety of people and the party would last the better part of two days. Neil has made a lot of records.

Deja Vu had just hit the turntable (that's right, all vinyl until the Gold Anniversary Edition) when she walked in with her friends. It wasn't that they were all drop dead gorgeous or anything like that...they were very attractive, well dressed, Ivory Girl-lookin' smiles and nice hair...and there were four of them. 

I was standing at the far end of the entrance hall, wedged in the doorway to the kitchen, when the front door opened. A beautiful blonde head peeked through, as if to confirm she was at the right address, then turned back and spoke as the door swung in. The blonde stepped inside and moved just to the left as another girl, also very pretty with jet black hair, followed her through the door and stepped to the right. Two more girls behind them. I wondered where the inevitable boyfriends were. Four pretty, young women at an "All Neil, All The Time" party? Seemed unlikely...I love Neil, but they ain't playin' Rust Never Sleeps in the clubs for a reason. 

The final two girls were partially hidden from me as they all began removing their coats. It's interesting to watch someone take their first bearings in a strange place - it's very telling. Do they immediately begin introducing themselves to strangers? Do they shrink back into a corner, watching and waiting for a known face? I caught a glimpse of the third girl. One of them said something and she laughed as she doffed her coat. Long, thick red hair and sparkling green eyes...some Celtic sweetness with a contagious laugh.

As they hung their coats, I saw her. Dark, dark brown hair, with almond eyes and a big smile. Something quiet and mischievous in her eyes - it was her comment that set Red giggling. The eyes. I can't even tell you what she was wearing. I recall perfectly what the other girl's were wearing - can close my eyes and see them come through that door like I'm watching a videotape. But all I remember clearly of my first glimpse of her is her eyes and her smile. The way she smiled at me when she saw me looking at her...which is exactly what happened. I saw her and was hypnotized. She noticed me staring and smiled. The three other girls followed her eyes...there I stood, at the end of the hall, unblinking. The three of them burst out laughing and pulled the smile off into the living room. Well done. First impression, take two? Damn.

There were a lot of people at the party and I didn't see her or her friends again for awhile. Brian had a pool table in his basement, so I went to see about scaring up a game. When I got downstairs some guy with more money than talent had just won his second game of nine-ball and was yammering through his scotch that he'd play anyone in the house for twenty dollars a rack. One of the nice things about Brian's parties is the sheer number of strangers. This guy didn't know who was in the house.

I decided to watch for a few minutes, grabbed a beer from the cooler and quietly leaned against the wall. Nodded to another fellow I recognized from the downtown somewhere...couldn't remember exactly who he was...just as the loudmouth fluked the nine to win again, whining that there wasn't anyone willing to play for money. Then the guy I didn't recognize pointed at me and said, "You play him."

As soon as he spoke, I recognized him. He had stood and watched me shoot pool one night in a seedy little club downtown. I won five race-to-seven matches at $50 per, at one point running five consecutive racks while he watched. Afterwards he bought me a beer and complimented my game. 

Growing up around snooker tables tends to raise the level of one's game a bit above that of the average bar player. Not that I'm a pro...it's just very likely that I'm better than you are. I didn't want to get into a money game with a drunk at my friends party, so I just shook my head. But then two things happened. The first was that he began a muttered, drunken tirade almost on par with something you'd expect out of Mike Tyson.

"Buncha fuckin' pussies...nobody man enough to put a few dollars up against me on a game of pool. Sad ass party...no fuckin' women...Neil Young SUCKS!"

Now, it's one thing to be a drunken asshole. It's another thing to insult Neil Young. It's yet another thing to insult Neil on his birthday, at a party given in his honour, while Deja Vu is playing. I mean...talk about bad form! That was one thing he did.

The other thing that happened was I spotted those four beautiful young girls. And SHE was looking right at the asshole. And she wasn't smiling. Having had the pleasure of seeing her smile and now witnessing her not smile, I realized that I was exceedingly displeased with anyone who would make her stop smiling. So I asked the asshole how much he wanted to play for.

"How much you got?" He grinned.

"Name your price, pal, it's your table. If your stakes are too steep, I ain't playing."

"Well, how about $20 a rack? I don't wanna take ALL your money."

I pulled a cue off the wall and began racking the balls. "Lemme let you in on a little secret. The reason I don't want to play for more money is because you shouldn't be playing me for money at all. You aren't good enough. And I'll tell you something else, too...I would have walked away and not bothered with this at all, but you made her...," I pointed over at the my unsmiling beauty, "...stop smiling. For that crime, you're gonna have to part with some cash."

He positioned the cue ball for his break. "Is that so? I'll play you for whatever you want, big man," he goaded me.

"Your break," I replied. "Don't miss."

I walked over and introduced myself to her. Pam. Pamela. She was smiling again.

"Are you really playing him because I stopped smiling?" Pam asked.

"I doubt he's going to take losing very well, so I needed a good reason."

Mr. Personality had made a ball on the break, but missed his shot. I looked at the table and congratulated him on the break - nothing frozen, nothing on the rails. Eight shots later, he was down $20, racking the balls and muttering about how, "... anyone could have run that table out."

Pam whispered, "Nice shooting," and touched me on the arm as I took a swig from my beer. She was still smiling.

"So long as you keep smiling, I'll keep knocking balls in the holes."

My break. I made two balls, but it was going to be a very difficult table to play. Three balls had jammed up together...the one, eight and nine...leaving no way to make the one-ball. Now, when you have absolutely no reasonable shot, it's interesting to consider what will happen if you just wail the hell out of it. If you know your angles, you can predict where the balls are likely to go. Looking at this little mess it appeared to me that if I hit it good and hard, the nine-ball would be thrown two rails...pretty damn close to a kiss off the seven-ball and into the side pocket. A natural. A damn complicated natural...most folks would never look for it, much less see it.

You don't have to call your shots in the game of nine-ball, but Mr. Personality was already down $20 and drunk, so I figured I'd mention it. "Nine, two rails off the seven." When balls are frozen like that, there's not much you can do except hit them hard or easy, but I didn't want to appear too cavalier about it. I feathered the shot, struck it...nine-ball, two rails, off the seven. Minus $40, and racking the balls again.

Pam was wide-eyed. "That was an amazing shot!" she exclaimed, "You're really good at this game!"

"Actually, that was nothing more than a fluke I could see coming," I admitted, "but you're right, I am good at this game." I laughed and Pam touched me on the arm again. I was beginning to hope Mr. Personality had a lot of money.

Pam and I were making small talk: What are you studying, who do you know at the party, where are you from...that sort of thing. Mr. Personality was itchy to get on with it, so he hollered across the table, "Come on! I haven't got all day to wait for you to get lucky again!"

"Excuse me one moment," I smiled at Pam, "I'll be right back."

I walked to the table and took my time positioning the cue ball - just a couple of inches from the side rail at the baulk line. Solid contact on the one-ball...ideally the one goes in the opposite side pocket, the nine maybe finds a corner, white hangs in the middle of the table so you have a shot. The break shot sounded like a lightning bolt. As the balls caromed around the table the yellow stripes rolled slowly toward the corner and dropped.

"That's $60," I said, "Rack 'em."

I walked back over to Pam. "Sorry to have been gone so long."

She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. I was hypnotized again. She started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked

She just looked over my shoulder and then down. I turned to see her three friends, the redhead mimicking me for the other two, here eyes wide open and unblinking...rocking back and forth on her heels like a zombie. The other two were laughing, even harder when they saw me watching.

"They've been teasing me about you ever since we got here," Pam whispered.

"Sorry about that. But you must be used to men staring at you. You're really quite breathtaking."

"They're teasing me because I didn't give you my Ice Queen look and ignore you."

"HEY!" Mr. Personality was apparently lonely. "Are you gonna talk or shoot pool?"

"You're in an awful hurry to part with money I haven't even seen yet, buddy...are you sure you can afford to gamble like this?" Nothing shuts up a sore loser faster than asking him to prove he can afford to cover his loses. Now he has to actually pull out some cash and wave it around in order to get me to keep playing. He threw a $100 bill on the table.

"More of that's mine than yours," I said, "is that all you've got?"

He threw another hundred on the table. "And there's more where that came from," he sputtered arrogantly. 

I smiled. "You won't need any more than that. $200 is my going rate for lessons. When you've lost that, you're done."

"Shut up and break," he snarled, "we'll see who gets whose money." 

And we did. Three racks and one double-or-nothing wager later, Mr. Personality was two hundred dollars poorer and hopefully more respectful of the talent that is Neil Young. Pam's smile was back, too and beyond my wildest hopes, focused in my direction.

"So...show me the Ice Queen look," I grinned at Pam, as I grabbed us each another drink, "and what do I have to do to deserve it?"

Pam laughed. "The Ice Queen look is reserved for men who stare at us like we're rotating on a spit and they haven't eaten in a week. It's one thing to be looked at...all women like to be noticed...but it's another thing to have a total stranger stare at you like a piece of meat. When that happens, I usually just look right back, like I wouldn't use him to scrape off my shoe, and then walk away."

"Is that how I was looking at you...like you were a piece of meat?"

"No," Pam smiled again. Ahhh, that smile. "There was something different about the way you looked at me. You looked at me like...like you had never even seen a woman before. I didn't feel threatened or objectified at all...I felt...flattered and...I don't know how really...but just...pretty."

"Well, I fooled you," I leaned in close and lowered my voice, "I was totally undressing you with my eyes and thinking to myself, 'Now THERE is one hot little hunk of love.'"

Pam burst out laughing. She knew better. "Actually," she said, "that's exactly what Alison and Megan have been calling you since we got here. Over and over again, 'Pam...where's your big hunk of love?' They're so used to me not giving guys a chance, when they saw me smile at you they were shocked."

"So why did you smile at me? My skill as a pool hustler was still a secret...I was just standing there looking like an idiot."

"Why are you asking why?" Pam leaned into me, "Some questions don't have answers."

Lady has a point, I thought. Whatever her reason for smiling at me, might it always be so.

Pam and I sat and talked for the next three hours...about everything. School, politics, music, relationships, jobs, family, home towns...the conversation flowed easily. She looked me in the eye the whole time. There was not a single uncomfortable silence, not one awkward moment. It was like spending time with an old and dear friend I'd only just met.

We finished our drinks, the last of many, and Pam asked if I felt like getting something to eat. I was starving and two hundred dollars richer, so I told her that dinner was on me. We grabbed our coats and without saying a word to anyone walked out into the crisp night air. Rather than hail a cab, we decided to walk. It was one of those clear, late autumn nights. You could see your breath, but it wasn't too cold. As we walked, she slipped her hand into my coat pocket and laced her fingers through mine.

Pam leaned into me, playfully shoving me offstride, "What made you stare at me like that when we came into the party?"

How do you answer a question like that? I opted for the truth...heck...might work. "I don't want to sound like I'm trying to flatter you, which would be fine, I'm really just telling you what I thought at the time. When you and your friends walked in I thought, 'There's a group of pretty girls...wonder where their boyfriends are?' But when I saw you, I stopped thinking entirely. I just...sort of...froze. I mean...I'm sure guys tell you how beautiful you are...but what got me was your eyes. I was almost hypnotized. I think I even knew that I was staring like an idiot...I just couldn't stop."

I felt Pam squeeze my hand inside my pocket. "You can look at me like that anytime."

We walked quietly through the streets, talking about nothing in particular until we were in front of one of the ritzier hotels in the city. 

"Since the meal's on Mr. Personality," I said, "I don't think we ought to let him skimp on some cheap, greasy diner food. I think it's only fitting, after his coarse behaviour this evening, that his money be well spent in a more refined setting than his sort is likely to appreciate, much less be permitted entry."

We went in. Unfortunately, ritzy hotels are not generally in the business of operating their finer dining establishments at freakish hours of the night. The restaurant was closed. I was disappointed and made a mildly sarcastic comment about starving hotel guests, to which the desk clerk snootily replied that twenty-four hour room service was available to the hotel guests. 

"Coffee and donuts?" I asked.

"No, Sir," he dripped, "the full menu is available to our guests after hours. Just not to the public."

"Why didn't you say so? We'll take a room and a menu. Do you accept cash?"

Pam burst out laughing. "You're not going to get a room just to eat!"

"Sure I am. I want something to eat from that restaurant. Only way we get it is to rent a room, so I'm renting a room. Mr. Personality is not getting off without having his money utterly squandered!"

Desk Clerk was nonplussed at this display of extravagence. "I'm sorry, Sir, but we have nothing available at the moment."

Sometimes you get something in your mind and you can't let it go. It would have been an easy thing to simply say, "Okay," and walk away, but I seemed to be in a mood for jousting. Neil's birthday always brings out the best in people.

I put my palms on the counter and looked straight at Desk Clerk. "You have nothing available?"

"Booked full, Sir." 

His tone was enough to inspire momentary fantasies that would make Sam Peckinpah nauseous, but who needs to be cleaning up that sort of mess on Neil's birthday?

I spoke slowly and very quietly. 

"If the manager of this hotel walked in here right now and told you that he needed a room, would HE get a room?"

"Well, of course, Sir. He's the manager."

"It's 3:30 in the morning, buddy...the manager ain't coming. I'll take HIS room."

I put the two hundred on the counter and waited. The desk clerk looked at me, looked at the money and then reached for a key. He asked if there was anything else, so I asked for a menu. With that in hand, Pam and I strolled over to the elevators.

"That was interesting." Pam grinned. "'He's not coming, I'll take his room.'...do you always get what you want?"

"Not always," I replied, "but if you try sometimes, you just might find...you get what you need, oh yeah..."

We sang along to the Rolling Stones as the elevator doors closed. The last thing I saw was the look on the face of the clerk. He looked certain that in a matter of moments, for some as yet unknown reason, our neighbours would be calling him to complain. But it was too late for that, now - we had the key and his fate was no longer within his own control..

I've never been in hotel room I thought was worth the money they charged for it. This one was no exception. Hotel's are hotel's. Unless you're in the high roller suite in Vegas, they're all pretty much the same. Couple of double beds, big colour television...one nice feature, though, was a separate huge bathtub and shower stall, all marble.

While I scanned the menu, Pam flipped on the television and began scanning around the channels. She sort of coughed and yelped when she found the pay-per-view porno previews. They trailers didn't show much, but Pam was watching. 

"Call up and order one if you want, Pam," I laughed. You look like you've never seen a porn film before."

"I haven't," Pam said, "ever. Alison took one from her boyfriend's place once and we were going to watch it, but then they had this huge fight and she pulled the tape out of the cassette before we ever did."

"Well, here's your chance, doll," I laughed, "If you wanna watch a porno movie, fill your boots."

There was that mischievous look in her eye again. She took it almost as a dare.

"What would you think of me if I ordered up a porno movie. I'm already in a hotel room with you and we just met tonight. How did you get me up here anyway?"

"Food," I groaned, "I enticed you up here with offers of food."

Pam reached for the phone. "I'm ordering a movie!"

"Not before I order food!" I dove for the phone and snatched it out of her reach.

A few minutes later we were waiting for pan fried scallops in white wine sauce, strawberries and cream and a chilled bottle of champagne. Pam was flipping through the porno trailers trying to appear discerning in her selection. I began to tease her.

"That one looks like a gloomy period piece...probably has subtitles....That one was panned by all the critics for having a shallow plot....I think that one was nominated for the Palm D'or at Cannes....That one won a Grammy for the wahwah-pedal guitar soundtrack: chuka woka chuka woka...."

Pam was laughing out loud. "You pick one!" She tossed the remote to me.

"Me? You're the one who wants to watch porno! I'm here for the scallops!"

Pam slid up next to me on the bed and sprawled across the mattress. "Do you watch porno?"

"I've seen a few. Bachelor parties, you know."

"Sure..." the sarcasm just dripping, "...bachelor parties. Wouldn't rent one yourself. Perfectly fine for other people. I bet you have a collection at home!" She was grinning at me with those eyes again.

I picked up the remote and began flipping through the selections. "Got it...got it...need it...got it...got it...need it...need it...."


Pam



At forty-one Pam is still an attractive woman. With 40DD breasts and flaming red hair she still turned a few heads.

Like a typical redhead Pam had milky white skin sprinkled with a dusting of freckles and large delicate rose colored aureoles.

Pam still had a large sexual appetite. We had engaged in a few threesomes with other men and while she had been reluctant at first she soon could not get enough of our guest's cock. 

It had always been a spur-of-the-moment thing. We would be out of town at a bar and after Pam had had too much to drink I would approach a lonely man to share her with.

I encouraged Pam to dress provocatively showing a lot of her succulent breasts. With her nipples almost popping out of her dress she was excellent bait for horny studs. 

Our anniversary was approaching and I wanted to do something special for my wife that she would not forget.

"These guys are worth every nickel!" Butch said, "They have made a dozen videos splitting white chicks open."

Butch managed an escort agency. He had recommended two of his black escorts that boasted twenty-five inches of cock between them.

He told me I could have Tyrone and Lloyd ravish my lovely wife for two hundred dollars an hour.

"They will fuck her bare cock if you want." He added.

Of course it would be bare cock! What would be the sense of having Pam fucked by black cocks unless they cum in her?

"Friday night about nine." I ordered my wife's surprise.

"C'mon, you gotta tell me what it is!" Pam pleaded.

I had told my wife I had a surprised planned for her Friday night. We were going to celebrate our anniversary and she was to spend the day at the spa preparing.

"It's going to be something you've never had before." I told her.

Pam was getting more excited as Friday night grew closer. Friday afternoon she was booked into Roberto's for the complete treatment. Roberto himself was doing her hair. She was down for a manicure, pedicure and trimming of her treasured firebush. Pam was proud of he fiery red pubic hair and refused to shave it. She liked it trimmed into a small patch over her labia; between her milky white thighs there was not a strand of hair. 

I had deliberately withheld fucking my wife for the past four nights putting a keen edge on her sexual appetite. I knew she would be dying for a cock by now. 

I had carefully selected the guest list for our little celebration. Murray Joss had assured me he would be there as had Pete Herzick.

Murray Joss is a guy whom we had picked up and he had fucked Pam several months ago. Afterwards Pam had admitted Murray was "her type" and had made her cum a lot.

Pete Herzick is a long time friend who I suspect would like to get his cock in my wife. Pete's wife Rita is a good-looking woman I wouldn't mind jabbing if she were willing.

These were the friends I choose to witness Pam's encounter with over two feet of black cock!

Pam looked stunning. I had gone all out on the black peignoir set that concealed her fiery nest but displayed her beautiful tits in all their glory.

I managed to get a couple of stiff drinks in her before our guests arrived. 

Pam was still a bit jittery when our guests arrived but didn't seem concerned about her clothes, or lack of clothes. Pete's eyes were wide open checking out the grade "A" fucking prancing around in front of him.

My wife still had no idea what I had in store for her. I guess she thought we were going to fool around a bit and she may get another chance to sample Murray's cock.

A few more drinks and she was totally relaxed, dancing with our company with her large almost bare tits intoxicating them.

Rita was dressed somewhat more modestly. She wore a bottle green silk dress with no bra beneath. Her bare tits were visible as she bent over. Rita was more slender than Pam with perhaps 36B breasts. She had broad hips and looked like a good fuck. She seemed quite friendly and I thought there was a good chance she was ready to play.

I kept my eye on the clock; it was about half an hour before the performers were due to arrive. It was time to get Pam ready.

Murray and Pete had their hands all over my intoxicated wife. I could tell she was so horny she would fuck anybody.

"Why don't you take the guys for a ride?" I suggested.

Pam is a woman who likes to be in control. Her favorite position is on top with her cunt stuffed with a hard cock.

She rode Murray first. On the couch with her gown up around her waist she impaled herself on his plump cock. While we watched his cock slid in and out of her tight hole. Pete joined them, sliding his dick into Pam's inviting ass. Rita watched while her husband fucked my wife's ass.

I was just considering approaching Rita to see if she was turned on when the doorbell rang.

It was the star act, Tyrone and Lloyd reporting for duty.

Both looked like Green bay Packers players. Over six foot tall with shaven heads. Both of them were over three hundred pounds of solid muscle. What was I turning loose on my precious wife?

Pam was still the filling in a meat sandwich when we returned to the living room. The sounds of her cries indicated that cum was pumping her into both of her receptacles.

Rita could not take her eyes off the two black men as they started to undress in preparation to stretch my wife to new limits.

Pam was blissfully oblivious of what lay in store for her as she enjoyed her orgasm with Murray and Pete. 

Rita's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when the guys pulled off their shorts. She beheld two of the biggest cocks she had ever seen in her life.

Tyrone and Lloyd's black glistening shafts stood at full erection menacing any female in sight. 

Rita's jaw hung open in disbelief, "Oh my God!" she gasped.

It was not Rita's turn to experience the two black beauties but Pam returning from her rapture noticed for the first time what awaited her.

"Jesus Christ!" she joined Rita in disbelief.

Pam was at a disadvantage, she was already naked and cum filled and she was fair game for the black cocks.

My wife reached up and took one black monster in each hand as they stood over her. They were huge, far too big for any woman to take inside of her body. First one black cock head and them the other went into Pam's mouth.

Pam continued to familiarize her mouth with the massive head of Lloyd's black home wrecker as Tyrone set out for the journey into her ass.

I watched while he spread my wife's legs and guided his huge rail-splitter between her fleshy ass cheeks. I saw his helmet forcing its way into her anus. Slowly her sphincter yielded to his attack allowing his entrance to her forbidden cavity. Pam's face winced as the monster entered her. 

While I watched Tyrone's cock began its trip into Pam's body. Millimeter by millimeter it begin to disappear inside of her. Her face strained as she was stretched beyond her wildest dreams. 

Pam returned her attention to the head of Lloyd's cock. Her mouth continued to caress and lick his glistening helmet.

Murray, Pete and Rita watched amazed as Pam hosted the two ebony serpents. Her milky white body was being contaminated by the black blight. 

My wife had fallen in love with black cock. The head of Lloyd's pecker glistened with her saliva as Tyrone's meat continued to disappear into her tunnel.

Tyrone was about half way into her; only about five inches of blacksnake remained to find its way into her sanctuary. Pam moaned as he continued to load her butt.

Her mouth could not manage much more than the oversize head of Lloyd's meat but she was sucking on it like it was a delicacy. I knew momentarily she would be receiving her reward. 

Finally Tyrone's balls entered Pam's butt crack, his cock was entirely inside of her. Nobly she devoted her attention to Lloyd as Tyrone began to fuck her. 

I could see her anus was stretched to its limit as Tyrone's cock slowly slid in and out of her. The look on my wife's face was one of sheer ecstasy, as the pair of black cocks possessed her.

Lloyd's rich cream was evident bubbling from her lips as he cum in Pam's mouth. Like a trouper she gulped down his crud like it was honey.

The tense expression on Tyrone's face signaled he was ejaculating deep into my wife's body. I envisioned his sperm seeping into Pam's bowels as Lloyd's cum entered her belly. My wife was truly a white slut for these black cocks and I never loved her as much as I did at that moment.

Murray, Pete and Rita were in awe at my wife's performance. She had accomplished what they had thought to be impossible. 

Pam was becoming relaxed and accustom to the gigantic size cocks. When Tyrone withdrew his spent cock from her ass she took him in her mouth and opened her legs for Lloyd. Lloyd chooses to fill her pussy with his dark meat.

Lloyd entered her without too much difficulty lubricated by Murray's cum. As my wife licked clean Tyrone's cock Lloyd fucked her insatiable cunt. I knew she would never be the same again.

Pam was enjoying the super-size cock working her fuck-hole as she licked Tyrone's knob like an ice cream cone.

My wife was so engrossed in her black companions she had forgotten we were watching. Shamelessly she gave herself over and over to be used by her black dominators. She eagerly gave of herself to be derogated and humiliated by these primitive animals. It was if their superior black cocks held a spell over her, forcing her to give herself to them for their pleasure. 

Their sperm glistened on her body and seeped from her every orifice as they drained their testes, like a sponge she soaked up every drop of their seed. 

An hour had slipped by since Pam had been introduced to her black friends. She had enjoyed every moment with them but not really creamed on them yet holding back for more enjoyment. I gave Tyrone the sign to make her cum.

Pam didn't have a chance. This time Lloyd filled her ass while Tyrone's pleasure giver slipped into her conditioned cunt. Together the pair skillfully D.P.'d my wife giving her the ride of her life.

I swear he screams could be heard half way down the street.

"Sweet fucking Jesus!" she cried as tears run down her cheeks.

The two black cocks exploded inside of her as her own juices flushed her orgasm over Tyrone's cock.

Rita was startled by Pam's display of bliss, Murray and Pate awed. I had never seen my wife so enthralled, as she was with the two black cum cannons discharging inside of her.

Murray and Pete enjoyed the spoils after Tyrone and Lloyd had left. Rita watched while her husband played in my wife's stretched fuck hole.

"Did you enjoy your surprise Darling?" I asked Pam in bed after the others had gone.

"Thank you." She said as my cock slid into her sloppy cunt.



Pam



Pam didn't start to have a mid-life crisis until she was in her early forties. She divorced her first husband after learning of his affair with his secretary. She didn't meet her second husband, Arthur, until her thirty-fifth birthday, almost fifteen years later. 

She was looking at birthday cards at a local card store, wondering which ones she might receive on this particular birthday. A handsome gentleman started a conversation with her in the card shop, which continued to a coffee shop, then a restaurant, and eventually her apartment. He treated her like a lady, and she was immediately taken with him.

Arthur's first wife had an affair with her boss, so it seemed they had something in common. He was well to do, went to church every Sunday, and had a charming 15-year old son named David.

Though Pam never had any children of her own, she tried to be a mother to Arthur's son, as well as a good lover and housewife. From the way Arthur's family embraced her, Pam was the best thing that ever happened to Arthur.

As David grew through puberty, his friends would tease him about his dad's trophy wife. Pam looked much younger than her age. Blaming herself as the cause for her first husband to stray, she made a point of exercising regularly, and developed incredible sexual stamina in an effort to always keep Arthur happy. 

Shortly after David began being teased by his friends, he began to experiment with masturbation. The things his friends said about his stepmother made him feel uncomfortable, at first. Later, he would dream about her, masturbate to thoughts of her, and even try to spy on his father having sex with her. It was during one of his spying attempts that Pam caught David watching her.

She had been sitting on Arthur's lap when she turned around to look at her form in the bedroom mirror. In the reflection, she could see the bedroom door move slightly and caught a glimpse of David's wide eyes.

Rather than upset her husband by stopping, she continued to ride him until he came inside her. She never looked away from the mirror, though. David was mesmerized and watched as she pleasured his father three more times before putting on a bathrobe and disappearing into the shower.

The last thing Pam wanted to do was upset her husband. She decided to talk to David privately about what he had seen, and hopefully explain to him that what she did with his father was a very private thing and that he shouldn't spy on them like that.

Unfortunately, their "talk" quickly turned into David's desires for his own sexual satisfaction. He pretended to innocently ask to see her breasts, as he had never seen a woman's fully developed bosom before. When she refused, he threatened to tell his father that she was having an affair. 

Not wanting to upset Arthur, even though she knew he trusted her explicitly, she obliged David.

She felt relieved when David began dating, but the relief was short-lived as he became sexually educated by means of extortion. It was always the same threat, but with a different request. How should he kiss? How should he neck? What's a blowjob? How does he make a girl have an orgasm? 

They developed a business-like agreement, and Pam found herself having some form of sex with her stepson almost twice a week. As he grew older, David's cock seemed to grow bigger, and Pam secretly began to look forward to her tutorial sessions. He would occasionally make a point of not showering after sex with his girlfriend so Pam was forced to smell her pussy on his dick. She wondered if he was always destined to be a sexual deviant, or did her carelessness with the bedroom door make him this way. Either way, she felt responsible and felt it was necessary to do whatever it took to keep both David and her husband happy.

This went on for two years until Arthur's death.

A few weeks after his fiftieth birthday, Arthur died of a heart attack while running at the local health club. Pam was devastated, but David's bargaining chip was finally gone. 

She was relieved, as David had just started showing an interest in anal sex – a subject in which she completely lacked any knowledge or experience.

After a lengthy period of mourning, she decided to work as a paralegal. Arthur had left her a substantial amount of money, as well as the house, three cars, a boat, and several properties around the country she never knew about. David was also left a large sum of money, as well as paid college tuition, and several lakefront rental properties. 

David was in his freshman year of college, and Pam decided to take a few college courses at David's school to fill the time. David rarely stayed at the big house, but Pam maintained a room for him in the event he ever wanted to visit. There was considerable tension whenever they were together, so his visits became less and less frequent. The majority of Pam's interaction with David was usually in passing at school.

It had been over a year since Arthur's death and Pam was finally ready for a fresh start. She looked young for forty-one, and couldn't help but notice the men half her age looking at her. At first, she thought they were making fun of her because she was much older than the average college student. She went so far as to confront one of the young men in the library that had been staring at her for almost 15 minutes.

"What are you looking at?" Pam asked. "Do you think I'm too old to be in college?"

"Not at all," the young man assured her.

"Well, why are you staring? There are plenty of people that are older than me at this school." Pam said.

"None of them are as hot as you, though." The young man said with a grin. "You're the number one MILF on campus."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Pam asked. She wasn't sure what a MILF was as the term was still relatively new.

"It's a big compliment." The young man assured her. "Do you party?"

Pam wasn't sure how to answer. She had friends her age that invited her over for coffee, movies, or card games. Sometimes they would go to the mall, but mostly she kept to her part-time job and her studies. She wasn't sure if she could keep up with the young crowd at a college party.

"I'm twice your age. I'm sure you don't want someone that old hanging around you and your friends." Pam answered sadly.

"You're only as young as you feel, and this would be a great opportunity to feel young again. Besides, you're twice as hot as most of the girls at this school. I'm sure you won't be without a drink all night." 

The young man dropped a library book. He caught Pam looking at his ass as he picked up the book and smiled at her. Her face turned red and she giggled, which was something she hadn't done in years.

"I'm not much of a drinker," Pam said, realizing the poor choice of words before she could stop.

"No problem. We have Coke's for designated drivers. Come on. Live a little." He said.

"I don't even know what to wear!" Pam said in typical form.

The young man wanted to tell her not to wear anything, but he didn't want to ruin the groundwork he had just laid. "Wear something light, just in case it gets warm."

She took down the address to the location of the party as the young man gathered his books and ran off to his next class.

Pam pondered the idea of going to a college party in her forties. She looked around at what girls half her age were wearing and couldn't see herself dressing like that at her age. Even when she was their age, she didn't dress like that. 

She asked a girl in one of her classes what she should do. The girl looked her over and explained it didn't really matter what she wore. She asked Pam if she used condoms, as if it was a required accessory for whatever outfit she chose. Pam was shocked at the question and asked her to explain.

"You have a great body. Guys are going to be all over you. You might like one or more of them enough to have sex with them. Bring condoms." The girl said as a matter of fact.

"Whatever happened to exchanging phone numbers, going on dates, and waiting awhile?" Pam asked frantically. As she spoke the words, her mind was actually thinking of how nice it would be to have an orgasm without the use of a dildo or vibrator. Then she remembered these were college kids, and probably could care less if the woman received any enjoyment from the experience. She was also twice their age. She really hoped they weren't just using her to buy alcohol.

"Hey, do what you want. Life is short, as if I have to tell you." The girl said, realizing how badly that came out. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way."

"That's okay. How many condoms?" Pam said in a professional manner. Twenty years ago, she would never have thought to speak those words.

"Depends on the party." The girl answered.

Pam showed her the directions and described the young man she met at the library.

"Oh…" the girl said with a surprised look on her face, "THAT place."

"What about THAT place?!" Pam asked frantically.

"THAT's a rich boy party. Gorgeous guys, big dicks, empty promises, and a lot of heartache," the girl answered in an experienced tone. "Bring a lot of condoms – not that they'll use them," the girl added under her breath. Pam couldn't believe she was actually having an open conversation about casual sex with this girl she barely knew.

"You've been there?" Pam asked.

"Yeah. Nice place. Everyone was overdressed, in my opinion. Not evening gowns and tuxedos, but not jeans and t-shirts, either. I don't know why they bothered dressing up. Most everyone had some or all of their clothes off by the end of the evening. 

"I was completely naked in front of everybody within two hours of getting there. They're masters of manipulation, so be careful. They convinced one girl that if she let them do her in the butt, she wasn't really cheating on her boyfriend. As soon as she agreed, about five of them lined up behind her." The girl stared off for a moment.

"Well, what happened to you, if you don't mind me asking?" Pam asked.

"I met a cute guy that said all the right things and was a great kisser. He had me so hot, I didn't think twice about letting him pull off my shorts in front of everyone. Before I knew it, he was going down on me in front of about twenty people. I came so hard the first time; I couldn't wait for him to do it again and again and again.

"Eventually, he stopped long enough for me to return the favor, but I guess I'm not that good at giving head, or not as good as what he was used to. He decided he'd rather fuck me, instead, and proceeded to bend me in positions I'd never seen."

"What was everyone else doing?" Pam asked.

"I guess they just watched us. Some girls were giving hand jobs or blowjobs. That one girl was taking it up the butt right across from me. I was afraid they were going to move onto me, next, not that I'm an anal virgin or anything," the girl said as if she was proud to have been fucked in the ass.

Pam felt herself becoming wet between her legs. She remembered the first, second, and third times she allowed David to fuck her. He was a quick learner, and had quick recovery time. 

Should she dare go to such a party? She'd been a respectable widow.

She had also been very lonely for the past few years. The manager at the local organic food store treated her to dinner a few times, and she returned the favor with several blowjobs, but it never went much further.

"I think you'll have fun, though," the girl added. "You're experienced, right? And you probably don't have to worry about getting pregnant." Once again, she regretted saying the words after they came out.

"Not much." Pam answered. "Thanks for the talk."

Pam left the library with a new burst of energy. She doubted she would actually participate in any sexual activity at this party, but she thought she would enjoy having young men flirt with her. She had just the outfit, too. 

She was relieved to learn she wouldn't have to find just the right jeans and t-shirt. The t-shirt especially worried her because of her 41-year old natural double D's. Today's t-shirts left very little to the imagination, in her opinion.

She decided to go to the tanning booth during the week, and spent an extra hour in the gym each day. By Friday, she looked like a new woman – or the same woman only sexier. 

She tried on several cocktail dresses of various colors, but decided her little black dress and pumps would probably fit in better with the younger crowd.

Pam had always worn a bra, but on the night of the party, she decided to go without a bra or panties. The exhilarating feeling of freedom made her wonder if her late husband felt the same way when he bought his first Corvette.

She called a taxi and packed a small pocket purse with bare essentials. As the taxi pulled up, she realized she had forgotten to put the condoms in her purse. She would just have to refrain from sex tonight, she told herself.

The drive took about twenty minutes.

When the taxi came to a stop, she thought there must have been some mistake.

She expected someone's house, or an apartment, or a fancy frat house. Instead, she was standing in front of a mansion. She was in a familiar part of town, but she didn't remember college kids living in any of the homes in this area.

As she bent over to pay the taxi driver, he just smiled as he looked down her dress. 

"That's plenty, thanks!" the taxi driver said as he sped off.

Pam's hips swayed seductively as she walked up the steps to the front door. Her tits still retained most of their firmness, but bounced enough as she walked to inform anyone looking that she wasn't wearing a bra. She took a deep breath as she rang the doorbell.

She waited a few seconds and was about to ring again when the door swung open.

"Hello?" a young man answered in a very polite manner. "May I help you?"

Pam was embarrassed that she never gave the young man at the library her name, and she didn't ask his.

"I was invited by a young man I met at the school library," Pam explained.

"Oh, that would be Danny. He told us about you. You're even more beautiful than I imagined. Come in. My name is Terrence, by the way. You can call me Terry, though," he smiled as he closed the door behind her.

"Thank you, Terry. My name is Pam."

"Can I get you a drink, Pam?" Terry asked.

"I don't – " Pam paused for a moment. "Actually, I'll take a Scotch and soda, if you have that."

"Any particular brand?" Terry added.

"Surprise me." Pam smiled.

Terry quickly returned with a drink and handed it to Pam.

"Impressive place for a bunch of college guys." Pam said.

"It's not ours, really. We just rent it every weekend. One of the guys has some kind of agreement with the owner, so it works out really well. Can I show you around?" Terry asked.

Pam was worried that she had arrived too early, but as they entered the kitchen, she could see at least five girls had arrived before her. They were as young as eighteen, but not older than twenty-one. Halter-tops and heeled sandals seemed to be the trend, but like Pam, they were sans undergarments.

One girl seemed particularly interested, or perhaps jealous of Pam.

"Are those real?" the girl called from across the kitchen.

Pam wondered if she was talking about the pearl earrings and necklace and held the latter in her fingers.

"Yes, they're real." Pam assured her.

"I meant your tits." The girl said snidely. She had very small breasts and was obviously intimidated.

"Yes, they're real, too." Pam smiled at Terry. "Any other personal questions?"

Before the girl could answer, Terry escorted Pam into the dining room, and then the grand room. She was impressed.

She could tell that college boys did not maintain this residence. Everything was immaculate, and she almost felt ashamed to be there. These kids obviously came from very rich families, and most likely didn't appreciate this room as much as she did.

As she walked around the room, looking out the windows, she was oblivious to the couple sitting on the couch behind her. She was too busy admiring the expansive manicured landscape behind the house. When she turned around, she almost dropped her glass.

There, on the couch, was Danny, the young man she met at the library. His pants were around his ankles and the girl sitting next to him had her face in his lap. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist and the fingers of his right hand were gently rubbing her pussy.

The girl gagged as she swallowed his come, and then continued to deep throat him.

"Excuse me if I don't get up," Danny smiled.

"Don't let me interrupt," Pam said, embarrassed.

"Not at all. Like the place? Terry taking care of you?" he asked and pointed at her glass of Scotch and soda.

"Very nice. And yes, Terry knows how to make a drink." Pam answered. She couldn't believe she was having a conversation with someone while they were receiving a blowjob. It was as casual as a conversation between two women getting manicures. Twenty years ago, she would have run out of there. Now, partly out of boredom with her life, and partly out of curiosity, she stayed.

"Oh, Terry knows how to do a lot more than just make drinks." Danny said as he shifted his position slightly. "That's it. All the way down," he whispered to the girl bobbing her head on his member. She gagged again, swallowed, and gagged some more.

"OK, that's enough for now, sweetheart."

The girl sat up and fixed her skirt. She crossed her legs and took a sip from the straw in her glass of Long Island Iced Tea.

"Where are my manners?" Danny asked. "This is Rachel. Rachel, this is – "

"Pam. Pleased to meet you." Pam was talking to Rachel, but was looking at Danny's thick cock. Her look was interrupted as Danny stood up and pulled up his pants. He could see the look of disappointment mixed with amazement on Pam's face.

"Don't worry. You may get the chance to see it again, later, Pam." Danny said with a grin.

The doorbell rang again, and more people arrived. Pam soon found herself surrounded by men that could easily have been models for GQ or Abercrombie & Fitch. There weren't nearly as many girls as boys. Could some of these young men be gay? 

The girls looked very young and undeveloped next to Pam. She wasn't fat or muscular, but she had curves in places the girls wouldn't experience for several years – if at all.

The girls were well maintained, though, and had the look of money. She was fairly certain that not all of them were from wealthy backgrounds, but they were doing their best to play the part in hopes of someday not having to pretend.

Most of the girls were blonde, with tans much darker and deeper than Pam's. Not one of them had breasts bigger than C cups, and if they weren't very skinny, they were very hippy.

All of them were, pretty, in Pam's opinion. For a moment, she was proud to have been invited with the rest of these pretty girls. She just wasn't sure how many public displays of sexual conduct she'd be able to handle.

Pam counted at least fifteen young men at the party and only ten girls. Music was piped in to every room in the house, and the lights were dimmed to set a more relaxed mood. The couches were extremely comfortable and several groups formed on and around them. One of the girls seemed to be the center of attention in one of the groups as two young men sat on either side of her and listened to her intently. Pam could see they could care less about her political argument and were more interested in her shapely legs, pert breasts, and full, red lips.

As the evening continued, several of the girls lost their inhibitions as well as most of their clothing. When the heeled sandals or high heeled pumps became too much of a challenge, they discarded those, too. Pam was surprised to see the variety of piercing on the girls. Nipples, belly buttons, labia, and clits were pierced to varying degrees, and the jewelry was very ornate and unexpectedly tasteful. 




Pam



To Pam's disappointment, though, most of the young men remained fully clothed. Even when the four men on the couch fed their cocks to the talkative girl, they did so through the fly of their pants. 

Pam was surprised to see all of the girls had shaved or waxed their pubic hair. 

She thought she was being risqué when she waxed around her labia and the sides of her pubic mound, but she never thought of removing her pubic hair completely.

About three hours into the party, everyone was completely naked. 

Everyone, except Pam, that is.

She had taken off her high heels, showing off her pretty feet in an effort to tease anyone with a foot fetish. She had been very uncomfortable being around so many naked people in various stages of sexual interaction, but by her fourth drink, she found herself getting used to her surroundings.

Two young black men approached her and asked if she was enjoying the view. She was startled because she had just had a political conversation with these two young men only an hour ago. She had no idea they could be so well hung. She had never seen a black man's penis before, and now she was seeing two of them. 

"You're all very attractive." Pam managed to mumble.

"It's not all for looks, Pam." One of the young black men said as he lifted his long dick.

Just then, Terry walked up behind Pam and reached over her shoulder to give her another drink. His bouncing cock rubbed against her right ass cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum.

"Oh, sorry Pam. I got a little come on your beautiful dress. Why don't you take it off and I'll clean that off for you?" Terry said.

"Pretty slick, Terry. If you wanted to see me out of this dress, all you had to do was ask."

Pam looked back and forth between Terry and the two black men, and then slid her arms out of the dress, pushing it down over her hips, finally letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and walked between Terry and one of the young black men. She turned like a model on the catwalk and paused.



"Well?" Pam asked, hoping she wasn't about to be mocked or ridiculed. Her pussy instantly felt warm and wet, as the two black men looked her over.

"You look good enough to eat," Terry said excitedly. His erection was slightly raised and bounced in front of him, as he looked Pam over. "May I go down on you, Pam?"

Pam was only briefly shocked at the proposition, but given the fact that she just removed her clothing – what did she think was going to happen? She had a moment of self-acknowledgement that she must be drunk. She was no longer sober enough to do anything about it, though. She felt young again, and the idea that a man half her age was lusting after her 

She looked around and found an overstuffed chair to sit on. She put her feet on the glass coffee table, spreading her legs slightly. Her toenails were perfectly painted, and she took a moment to admire her pedicure even if nobody else would.

"I'll be back, Pam," one of the two young black men said as one of the girls grabbed both of them by their long dicks and led them into another room. She was barely five feet tall and Pam wondered where she thought they were going to put those things.

Pam looked up at Terry as she seductively slid a finger along her pussy lips.

Terry leaned over Pam and gave her a long tongue kiss.

Pam's pussy was practically gushing. He reached up and squeezed one of her large tits and pinched the nipple hard. Before she could object, he sucked the nipple into his mouth as his hand went lower, down to her pussy. There, he slid three fingers inside her and practically lifted her from the chair. She pushed the table back with her feet, and Terry knelt between her legs. He licked her inner thighs, out to her feet, and then back to her pussy. Finally, he let his tongue explore her depths until she shook with her first wave of orgasm.

Before she could recover, he stood up between her legs and pulled her head to his crotch.

He was being a little rough, and Pam was beginning to be afraid, but he let go of her hair as soon as she placed his cock in her mouth.

His cock wasn't the thickest she had ever seen, nor was it the longest, but it was big enough for her to practice old tricks. She had his entire length down her throat within seconds, leaving a faint ring of lipstick around the base of his erection. 

He came instantly.

Embarrassed, he pulled his dick from her mouth and said he was going to get another drink. Pam, satisfied with still being able to suck cock like the best of them, took a big gulp of her Scotch and soda, and swished it around her mouth before swallowing.

She hadn't planned on swallowing Terry's come, but he came while he was down her throat and there was nothing she could do about it.

She sat back it the overstuffed chair, putting her feet back on the glass table, and sipped more of her Scotch and soda. Terry quickly returned with another drink for Pam, followed closely by another young man. The young man was still dressed, and obviously very shy. 

"Pam, this is Drew. He's in one of your classes at school," Terry said.

"Hi, Drew" Pam said seductively as she leaned forward to shake Drew's hand. "Can Terry get you a drink?"

"No, n-n-no thanks, Pam. I don't drink" Drew stuttered.

"Drew, here, has had a crush on you since you came to our school. I'm sure seeing you naked right now is almost enough to make him come in his pants," Terry kidded.

Pam looked the 19 year-old over. He was cute. A little skinny, but he had a great smile, and Pam was always a sucker for great smiles. She knew she was the subject of his fantasies while he masturbated. Being the giving person that she was – and because she was drunk – she decided to give Drew a treat. 

Pam stood up and walked over to Drew. She took his hand and placed it around her waist as she leaned in to kiss him. Drew practically froze in place. She pulled his head down to her neck and he inhaled her perfume deeply. His hand dropped from her waist to the top of her thighs and she pushed it down further until his fingers were in the crack of her ass.

"Would you like to sit down, Drew?" Pam asked. Drew nodded and Pam removed his had from her ass and led him to a couch overlooking the large garden behind the estate. Terry half-heartedly bowed and walked toward the kitchen for yet another drink.  

"Do you fantasize about me, Drew?" Pam asked sweetly. "It's okay. You can tell me. After all, I am naked in front of you, aren't I?"

"Y-y-yes, Pam. I think about you." Drew answered.

"What do you think about? Do you think about touching me?" Pam asked as she gently took his right hand and placed it on her left breast.

"Y-y-yes!" Drew answered excitedly.

"Do you think about kissing me?" Pam asked as she took his other hand and gently put it on her thigh. Drew nodded and began to squirm slightly. Pam thought she might make him come before he even took his clothes off.

"Would you like to kiss me, Drew?" Pam asked as she slid away from him and got up from the couch. She was letting Drew see her entire body, and could see him practically salivating in the reflection in the glass of the over-sized windows. 

"I would like to kiss you all over, from your head to your…"

"Then do it, Drew!" Pam interrupted him. "Start at my head and end at my toes, and kiss every inch in between."

Drew seemed to momentarily go into shock. Pam snapped him out of it when she quickly straddled his lap and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him hard and swirled her tongue inside his mouth. When Drew was practically out of breath, Pam leaned back on the couch as if waiting for Drew to mount her.

Still dressed, Drew leaned over Pam and began kissing her forehead. Pam closed her eyes and allowed Drew to take his time kissing her face, ears, and neck. She let herself relax further as he kissed her arms, hands, and fingers. He worked his way back up to her breasts, kissing them softly. 

As he worked his way up and down her legs, it suddenly occurred to Pam that Drew was a virgin. As he worked his way down her belly, Pam pulled her legs back and spread them wide. When he placed his mouth on her clit and pussy, he may as well have been kissing her arm. But when his tongue momentarily – and accidentally – slid over her anus, her heart skipped a beat. She turned onto her stomach so he could kiss her shoulders, back, and ass cheeks, and she found herself trying to spread her legs to see if he'd slide his tongue over her asshole again.

When he did, Pam shivered and quickly sat up.

"Stand up, Drew, please." Pam asked. "This would be better if your clothes were off, too."

Drew stood in front of Pam, between her legs. As he unbuttoned his shirt, Pam undid his belt. As she leaned forward to pull down his pants, Drew began to shake slightly.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you." Pam assured him.

"I-I-I just don't want to hurt you, either." Drew said softly. He slowly pushed his pants and underwear down until his fat, pre-cum covered cock sprung out inches from Pam's face.

"Oh, wow!" Pam said in disbelief. The head of Drew's cock looked rather small compared to its shaft, which seemed about as long and thick as a Coke can. Pam gasped again, as she realized he wasn't fully erect, yet. 

She couldn't help but stare at Drew's thick cock bouncing in front of her face. A few seconds later, Drew stepped out of the rest of his clothes and unknowingly allowed Pam to look him over. He had a very slender build, but he wasn't unattractive. What he lacked in muscle elsewhere, he made up for between his legs. 

"Would you like me to give you a blow job, Drew?" Pam asked as she looked up at him. She pushed him to the side so she could kneel in front of him. 

Drew nodded without saying a word.

"Tell me, Drew. Tell me to suck your cock. I want to hear you say it." Pam said, admiring her reflection in the glass. The sight of her feminine frame next to this skinny young man with a large cock seemed to arouse her in a way she hadn't expected.

"Suck my cock, Pam. Put my dick in your mouth and suck it." Drew said with false confidence.

Pam licked at the head, tasting the pre-cum and absentmindedly swallowing.

"Mmmmm, tastes like boy," Pam said. "But I'm not convinced you really want me to blow you. Make me suck it, Drew." Pam could barely keep her balance, and realized she must have become very drunk. She began to worry what might happen to her tonight, given her lack of inhibition. Her thoughts were interrupted, though, when Drew grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed the head of his cock in her mouth.

"I said suck my cock, bitch!" Drew said loudly. He must have startled himself because he instantly felt ashamed and Pam began to feel his dick soften in her mouth.

Afraid she may have ruined the moment, she tried to salvage the situation by obeying his command enthusiastically. She quickly deep throated Drew's meat until her nose was pressed firmly against his pubic mound. His cock seemed to inflate in her throat and she began to choke. She did her best to maintain her composure as she pull her mouth off his thick dick.

"Have you ever been with a girl, Drew?" Pam asked, already knowing the answer.

"Just my second cousin, but we just kissed and touched each other." Drew answered ashamedly.

"Would you like me to be your first?" Pam asked before looking up at him and putting the head of his cock back in her mouth. She sucked hard, and then let her tongue roll around the tip. She knew sex with Drew would be quick, but she also knew that his would be the fattest cock to ever enter her pussy. Just the thought of it was bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

Without waiting for Drew to answer, she moved back onto the couch and made herself comfortable. Drew kneeled on the couch between her legs and she reached for his rigid cock. It had grown to about six inches in length, but the width of the shaft had swelled to the point of looking like two of Arthur's cocks side by side. Pam had never seen or felt anything like it.

Drew bent down and sucked on her nipples before kissing her neck and earlobes. Pam turned her face until her mouth met his and kissed him hard as she rubbed the head of his cock on her pussy lips.

Drew leaned in further, but only managed pushing in the head before the shaft of his cock began to bend. Pam was only able to get her hand around half of his shaft and turned it slightly. Drew pushed in further, this time meeting less resistance.  

"Oh God, you're big!" Pam said under her breath. 

Drew pushed in further until his full length was inside her. Pam shifted on the couch, turning slightly on her side and lifting her right led onto Drew's left shoulder.

"Now, take it slow at first so we can both enjoy it, okay?" Pam said between deep breaths.

Drew nodded and began to slowly pump in and out of Pam's pussy. His cock was getting harder than he ever remembered, and he could almost swear it was getting longer. Pam felt him getting longer and harder, also. He had to move farther back before each thrust, and each plunge seemed to go deeper than the last.

It may have been the slowest Pam had ever been fucked, but it didn't stop her from coming.

Within three minutes of Drew sliding into her, Pam's pussy convulsed around his cock. Drew continued a slow, rhythmic thrust as Pam's waves of orgasm rose and subsided.

Pam was certain Drew was going to come any second and waited for him to show some sign on his face that he was close.

But Drew's expression didn't change. It was a look of pain, shock, and disbelief, but he assured her it was the best feeling of his life. Pam moved into several positions on the couch, eventually ending up on his lap, straddling him. In this position, his girth was spreading her pussy wider than it had ever been spread, but she was able to control the speed. 

Her pussy was beginning to get sore. The gym had paid off and her legs showed no signs of tiring and she bounced up and down on Drew's cock. Her tits bounced in his face and he held her ass cheeks tightly, occasionally spreading them as if showing her asshole to the rest of the world. She thought this would have been over in less than five minutes, but that quickly turned into fifteen, then twenty. 

"Drew, are you sure you haven't done this before? You're wearing me out!" Pam said with an exhausted half-smile.

"I never imagined it would feel this good!" Drew exclaimed. 

He began to breath quicker as Pam bounced on him faster. She could feel his thick cock swelling and knew this time he was ready to come.

She sat up and lifted herself off his cock, then quickly kneeled between his legs.

Pam stroked his cock with both hands, guiding the tip to her lips. She doubted she would be able to get his thick girth down her throat without hurting him with her teeth. Instead, she fit as much of his member in her mouth as she could and pumped with her hands feverishly.

"I'm going to…" Drew said as he looked past his cock into Pam's eyes.

Pam looked directly back into his as she stroked and sucked as hard as she could. She took one hand from his cock and placed it under his balls. She pushed her hand further between his ass and the seat cushion, then carefully slid a finger against his anus, rubbing firmly.

Pam's mouth filled with come almost instantly. She was surprised at how much he was ejaculating down her throat. She had planned to spit out his semen into her glass, but his come was surprisingly palatable and she swallowed effortlessly.

Unexpectedly, Drew pulled her up and onto his lap, and kissed her deeply. She couldn't help but rub her pussy along the shaft of his flaccid, wet cock. His kissing was more passionate this time, and she felt her pussy throb as if it had a mind of it's own.

"That was incredible." Drew whispered. "Did I do okay?"

"You did great, Drew. Oh my God, you did great." Pam answered and put her face into his neck. After catching her breath, she kissed him on the cheek, then stepped of off the couch to stretch. 

She looked at her reflection in the window. Her hair was only slightly mussed, but her make-up still looked good. The reflection of Terry caught her eye and she turned as he presented her with another drink.

"Having fun?" Terry asked.

"Where did Drew go?" Pam asked as she turned to find the couch empty.

"He's very shy and hasn't quite perfected his social skills." Terry answered. "It looks like he's on the right track in the bedroom skills, though."

Pam felt embarrassed as she suddenly realized several of the young men and girls had been watching her and Drew the entire time. She was quickly reminded of Drew's girth as the soreness in her pussy returned.

"I think I'll take another drink, Terry. If you don't mind, that is." Pam said. Maybe another drink would dull the pain. She felt exhausted and figured it was time to go home. One more drink, a short rest on the couch, and she would leave.

"No problem, Pam." Terry said. "Scotch and soda, right?"

Pam nodded and carefully sat down on the couch. She pulled the glass table closer to the couch so she could put her feet up and stretch her legs out before her.

A woman in a traditional maid outfit suddenly appeared with a cleaning bucket full of paper towels and a spray bottle. She must have been only 10 years Pam's senior, attractive, and physically fit.

"Excuse me ma'am." The older woman said.

Pam lifted her legs so the woman could clean the floor between the couch and the table. The woman cleaned all around Pam, respectfully wished her a good night, and then quickly disappeared to some other corner of the mansion. There was something vaguely familiar about that woman, but Pam couldn't place it.

While Pam pondered the novelty of what had just happened, Terry arrived with a fresh drink. Pam accepted the drink with a wide smile as Terry sat next to her on the couch.

"You're an amazing woman, Pam." Terry started. "Why aren't you married or have a boyfriend, if you don't mind me asking?"

Pam paused for a moment, took a large sip from her drink, looked at Terry, and then paused again. Terry wasn't sure what to think, so he smiled uncomfortably. 

"Do you want to be my boyfriend, Terry?" Pam asked with piercing eyes.

"I think most of the guys here would kill to be your boyfriend, Pam. You kiss and suck dick better than any girl here." Terry said. "Family gatherings might be a little awkward, though." Terry added with a smile.

Pam smiled, but the smile quickly faded.

"So is that it? You guys invite girls here and take turns with all of them? You get them drunk so they put out and then what? Do you compare notes or something?" Pam looked almost angry.

"Something like that." Terry said. "But let's not kid ourselves. The girls are here to hook up with someone that might give them a better lifestyle down the road. But the chances of that happening are slim to none. They know that."

"But they show up, anyway?" Pam asked.

"Yes. They show up, anyway." Terry answered as if both admitting guilt and triumph at the same time. "They show up to drink, dance, laugh, and have sex with wealthy, disease-free college guys. The few that end up with one of us are usually from money, already."

"Like me?" Pam asked.

"Like you." Terry answered. "You're definitely a keeper."

Pam's anger began to fade as Terry continued to caress her ego. He explained that she should have sex with as many of them as she wanted, and that anyone she preferred would be happy to be her personal boy-toy. To be fair, though, he thought she should give everyone a fair chance to please her.

Pam's judgment was too cloudy to realize Terry was asking her to willingly allow herself to be with any young man that approached her that night. The idea of a personal boy-toy seemed funny to her at first. The more she thought about it, though, the more she felt like a queen surrounded by servants in this mansion that felt like her castle.




Pam



"What did you put in my drink?" Pam asked, then giggled.

Terry was barely able to conceal his surprise at this question. He smiled and said the brand of Scotch had to keep changing because she and several other guests had gone through several bottles. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Pam said as she smiled and closed her eyes.

She woke up to the feeling of a tongue in her mouth and another in her pussy.

She kicked and pushed away on the couch, and then realized she was still at the party. Kissing her mouth, face, neck and breasts was one of the young blonde girls with small tits and a really dark tan. Another girl, shorter and with well-rounded hips, was busy fingering and licking Pam's pussy.

"What the hell are you girls doing?" Pam asked, her head feeling dizzy.

"They told us we had to go down on you if we wanted to get fucked tonight." The blonde said from between Pam's tits.

"Am I doing this right?" The girl between Pam's legs asked sheepishly.

"Not really." Pam said, disappointed. 

"Well, I really like this guy, but he won't even touch me unless I get you off." The hippy girl said desperately. "Could you at least show me how to do this right?"

Even in her drunken state, Pam remembered what the girl in the library said about these parties being full of manipulators. She felt sorry for the girls having let themselves become manipulated into pleasuring her.

What she didn't realize was that the girls were actually manipulating Pam into eating their pussies. The skinny, tan blonde was first to sit on the couch, spreading her legs wide for Pam.

Pam moved the glass table far enough back to allow her plenty of room between the blonde's legs. The short, shapely girl knelt beside Pam, acting like an attentive student.

Pam proceeded to show the short girl how to kiss the area around the pussy before diving right in. When it came time to put her mouth on the blonde's pussy, Pam wanted to make sure she did it right. The short girl was in awe at Pam's technique and couldn't help but finger herself as Pam brought the blonde to orgasm.

The blonde had just enough time to catch her breath when Pam told the girls to switch places. The blonde wasn't nearly as attentive because secretly, she was already a very good pussy eater. Pam licked the short girls hairless pussy, anyway. The short girl orgasmed almost immediately, but the blonde girl said it happened too fast to see what Pam had been doing. 

Frustrated, Pam let the short girl relax for a moment before repeating the process. The blonde, in the meantime, repositioned herself behind Pam and began kissing Pam's ass cheeks.

Pam wasn't sure if this was part of the manipulation, so she allowed to blonde to kiss and lick her back, ass, and legs while she continued to lick the short girls pussy.

The blonde pushed down on the small of Pam's back, making Pam's ass cheeks spread and angle upward. Suddenly, Pam felt the blonde's tongue in her pussy, and the blonde's nose in her asshole. 

Pam shuddered, but wasn't quite to the point of orgasm. It was unexpected, but it felt good.

She angled her ass downward and the blonde's tongue slipped into Pam's asshole.

The short girl began bucking under Pam's mouth as Pam brought her closer to another orgasm.

Pam's ass cheeks began to shake as the blonde's tongue swirled deeper into her anus. 

The blonde slid three fingers in Pam's pussy and began to pump them in and out as she continued to lick Pam's asshole.

The blonde moaned into Pam's asshole as a young black man came up behind her and penetrated hers.

"Oh fuck, yes!" The blonde said through gritted teeth.

Pam was shocked at the savageness of the young black man. She continued to eat the short girls pussy despite being hit in the ass several times by the blonde's face. The short girl had another, more intense orgasm and collapsed on the couch.

Pam sat on the couch next to the short girl.

"Think you got it?" Pam asked.

The short girl looked up at Pam and smiled. The girl then slid to the floor and got between Pam's legs. "I guess I better try out what I learned, right?"

Pam moved over on the couch so the short girl would not get in the way of the wildly ass-fucked skinny blonde next to her. No sooner did the short girl put her mouth on Pam's pussy than another young man appeared behind the short girl. 

 The second young man was white, but incredibly muscular. He bent down behind the short girl and tongued her asshole. She responded by arching her back and angling her ass higher. She licked and fingered Pam's pussy like a professional, and Pam couldn't help but find herself approaching another orgasm.

As if to make sure Pam had a clear view, the young muscular man stood up and spread his legs. His cock was average in size, but looked small compared to his large frame. He bent his knees and squatted, pushing his cock downward. He squatted lower and lower until the head of his dick disappeared into the short girls asshole. He looked up at Pam and smiled as he stood up slightly. He then squatted, entering the short girls asshole again. 

"Oh fuck, finally!" The short girl mumbled into Pam's pussy.

The muscular young man's squats became lower and lower, causing more of his cock to disappear into the short girls ass with each thrust. He pushed the full length of his dick into her ass and leaned forward to hold the short girl's shoulders. Once he found his footing, the young muscle man began to pump furiously into the short girls bottom.

He looked into Pam's eyes. "Do you like that, slut?"

"Yes." Pam and the short girl answered simultaneously.

Pam reached down and pulled the short girls head toward her pussy, smashing the girls nose and mouth against her clitoris as she rode her first wave of an intense orgasm.

The short girl groaned as she felt the muscle boy unload his come deep in her bowels, triggering her own orgasm.

"Holy fuck, that was hot!" Danny said from behind the couch.

When Pam caught her breath, she quickly stood up and asked Danny to show her to the restroom. She really had to go, but it didn't stop her from glancing at Danny's long, thick cock bouncing in front of him as he walked. She momentarily looked over her shoulder and could have sworn she saw the blonde and short girl sucking the dicks that had just been in their butts.

"Gross." Pam thought to herself.

The bathroom was very elegant, and Pam thought she would really enjoy taking a bath in the huge tub. 

"Maybe some other time." Pam whispered.

As Pam sat on the toilet, the skinny, tan blonde suddenly appeared. The blonde reached in the cabinet under the vanity for a small overnight bag. She pulled a toothbrush from the bag and began brushing her teeth before looking in the mirror and seeing Pam sitting on the toilet behind her.

"Holy shit! You scared the fuck out of me!" The blonde said with a mouth full of toothpaste.

"Sorry. Nature calls." Pam said sheepishly. "Are you brushing your teeth because you performed oral sex on the guy that was just in your butt?"

"Yeah," The blonde answered, still brushing. "That, and because I had my tongue up yours."

Pam was a little surprised. She always thought she kept herself clean down there, although today was the first time anyone put their mouth on her anus.

"Wasn't it clean?" Pam asked. She almost forgot where she was when several plop-plop sounds came from beneath her.

"Well, cleaner than it is now." The blonde smiled. She spit the rest of her toothpaste out, rinsed her toothbrush, and then touched up her make-up and lipstick. Pam recognized the brand as she had the entire collection at home. 

When the blonde was finished, she packed up her little bag and placed it back in the cabinet under the vanity. She pulled something else out and handed it to Pam.

"An enema kit?" Pam asked.

"Hey, you never know when you might want to be really clean down there." The blonde said cautiously. "Follow it up with this and you'll be ready for anything."

"Flavor gel?" Pam asked. "What's this?"

"You rub it on a guy's dick if you don't think you'll like his taste. It also works great as a lubricant." The blonde said as if she was selling Mary Kay. "Squirt it up your ass and you kill two birds with one stone."

Pam had never heard of such a thing. In hindsight, though, she figured that's why the girls didn't mind sucking the dicks that had just been in their butts.

She wasn't ready to be poked or prodded in the ass, but she liked having her asshole licked. 

She liked it a lot. 

Pam waited for the skinny girl to leave before wiping and flushing.

She decided the enema would make her asshole as clean as it could be, and she might use just a touch of flavor gel as a surprise for any tongues wandered down there.

She followed the directions on the package and within 15 minutes, felt completely refreshed. 

Pam took a quick shower, making sure she didn't get her hair wet. She reached under the vanity and found enough make-up to touch up her face. She decided to go a little heavier on the eye shadow and before she knew it, she went from pretty, to undeniably sexy. Maybe even slutty.

Danny was waiting for her outside the bathroom door.

"What takes you girls so long?" He asked.

"Just had to freshen up a bit." Pam smiled as she gazed at his semi-erect cock.

"It's not polite to stare, Pam." Danny kidded.

"Sorry, but your cock is very attractive. I'm not an expert on them – even after tonight - but for some reason, I can't stop looking at it. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Pam said.

"That's okay. As long as you're looking at it because you like it." Danny smiled. "Are you glad you came?"

"To the party?" Pam giggled at the pun. "Yes, it's been very… enlightening."

"Pam, would you like to go somewhere more private?" Danny asked.

Pam found Danny very attractive. He had an excellent body. Tan. Nice hair. Great smile. Beautiful cock.

"Is there anywhere private in this house?" Pam whispered in Danny's ear. She reached down and stroked his cock lightly as his hand found the crack of her ass.

"Follow me." Danny said excitedly.

Danny led Pam down one hall after another. They climbed a flight of stairs and walked down two more halls. He opened a set of French doors, revealing an ornate bedroom that could have been decorated in the 1700's.

"Wow! Are we even supposed to be in here?" Pam asked like a little schoolgirl.

"It's reserved for our special guests and special occasions. I think this qualifies for both." Danny said expertly.

He picked up Pam like a husband carrying his bride and gently placed her on the bed.

He kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back. His cock became immediately erect and Pam wasted no time engulfing it her mouth.

Danny positioned Pam on top of him while he moved between her legs. Pam's head quickly moved up and down, taking the full length of his shaft down her throat. Danny wasn't sure where she had been hiding her newfound energy, but he wasn't about to ask her. 

He pulled her ass down to his face and allowed his mouth and nose to be smothered by her pussy. He licked, nibbled, and sucked at her pussy lips and clit until she began grinding her ass into his face. Danny was sure that Pam was trying to break his nose with her pussy, but the grinding stopped as she rode out her first orgasm with him.

"I'm going to come!" Danny said to Pam from between her legs.

"Mmmmmm!" Pam hummed as she swallowed and sucked the come from his cock.

"I could suck this cock all night, Danny!" Pam said.

"Don't you want to fuck?" Danny said, almost disappointed.

"Of course, Danny. What position would you like me in, first?" Pam asked as she scooped the last of his orgasm into her mouth. "I hear there's sixty-nine of them."

Danny smiled at her and pushed her onto her back. His cock remained stiff enough to guide itself into her cunt as he mounted her in the classic missionary position. Pam smiled as his cock felt as good as it looked. He fucked her at a steady pace for close to ten minutes, bringing her to orgasm twice. 

He turned her over and fucked her doggy-style for several more minutes. While not as comfortable as the missionary position, she took delight in the fact that Danny was enjoying the incredible view.

Danny spit on her asshole and rubbed his thumb around her anus. Pam enjoyed the feeling, but shrieked when he pushed his thumb into her ass.

"Ouch! Danny, no!" Pam yelled.

Danny, who was not used to hearing the word 'no', became both angry and embarrassed.

He pulled his cock from Pam's pussy and climbed off the bed.

"Wait, Danny!" Pam cried out. "I'm sorry. I just wasn't ready for that! Danny?!?"





Pam



The drip reminded Pam of the condoms, so she asked the four or five remaining young men if they had any. One of the black boys did, as did two other white boys. 

Pam pulled the black boy with a condom to another corner of the room and carefully sat next to him. The extra strong drink Terry had given her seemed to dull the pain of her stretched asshole.

The other young men watched from the opposite corner of the room as Pam engulfed the black boys small penis, transforming it into a long black rod. She looked bored as the black boy tried to return the favor by going down on her. Out of obligation, Pam pulled the black boy on top of her and waited patiently for him to reach orgasm. Less than ten minutes later, Pam escorted the black boy back to his friends.

The black boy was embarrassed at how pathetic he performed. He quickly said his goodbyes and left the room with his clothes under his arm. The Asian and Samoan soon followed. The party seemed to be dying down as only a few people remained. 

Pam looked around and found one girl jerking off two guys at once while another guy was underneath her, licking her pussy. Another girl was bent over the couch having her ass pounded by a black boy. She looked around some more, but didn't see any other girls.

More of the young men said their goodbyes, and Pam returned to the bathroom to touch up her make-up.

Pam didn't think she had been in the bathroom for very long, but when she came out, the lights were out and the music was off.

"Hello?" Pam asked quietly. "Is anybody here?"

"Just a few of us, Pam." Terry said quietly. He was fully clothed.

"Are you leaving already?" Pam asked. "Can I catch a ride with you?"

"I've already called for a taxi for you, Pam. Your dress and shoes are in the foyer closet." Terry smiled at her. "Taxi should be here in about an hour."

Pam smiled and leaned over to kiss him, but Terry turned his head causing her to kiss his cheek. He smiled again and waved goodbye as he closed the door behind him.

Pam was beside herself. She had an hour to sit around and wait. She wondered who was left, not necessarily to fuck, but to talk to. With the lights out, and music off, the mansion seemed a little scary to Pam. She wandered into the kitchen to make herself another drink but couldn't find any bottles of alcohol. She looked in the trashcan and found several empty bottles of the cheapest Scotch. She also found an empty prescription bottle. 

"Had they been drugging us all night?" Pam thought. "Or were they just drugging me?"

One of the remaining young men stepped in from the back terrace, startling Pam.

"Sorry." He said. "I didn't know anyone else was still here."

"I'm waiting on a taxi. I'm Pam." She said and held out her hand.

"Hello Pam. I'm Stephen." He said, shaking her hand.

Stephen was dressed in a bathrobe, but offered to take it off if it would make Pam feel more comfortable.

"Actually, I should probably just get dressed – in case the taxi arrives early." Pam said.

She walked toward the foyer, but didn't see any adjoining closets. Stephen offered to help her look in several other rooms, in case she had misunderstood what Terry had said, but her dress and shoes were nowhere to be found.

"Maybe the maid took my dress." Pam said.

"She might have, but she's gone for the night. She usually takes the dry cleaning with her and brings it back the following weekend." Stephen said.

"The following weekend?" How am I supposed to get home? In a bathrobe?" Pam was becoming frantic.

"Look, I'll pay the taxi driver to be very discreet, okay?" Stephen calmed her. "In the meantime, what do you say we enjoy each other's company on the back terrace?"

Pam walked with him to the back terrace. It was a beautiful night. He took off his bathrobe and spread it on a stone bench overlooking the estate garden. A cool breeze caused Pam to sit a little closer to Stephen to stay warm. He rubbed her shoulders and her arms, and she rubbed his toned stomach and legs. 

Before she realized what she was doing, she had his cock in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy and asshole. She had no idea what came over her. She hardly knew any of the men she had been with tonight and they had done more to her than any man she had ever known.

Stephen pulled his cock from her mouth and moved between her legs. He lifted her feet to his mouth and licked her toes as he buried his eight-inch cock in her pussy.

Pam felt like she was in heaven. His cock felt fantastic and he knew exactly where to place it to make her come.

He continued to fuck her through her orgasm and Pam yelled with delight.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Harder!" Pam shouted.

"Do you like anal, Pam?" Stephen asked.

"I love anal. Do you want to fuck my ass, Stephen?" Pam asked with sweat beading on her forehead.

"Doesn't everyone?" Stephen answered as he pushed all eight inches into her asshole.

Pam gasped, but quickly relaxed. She guided Stephen in and out of her ass at the speed of her choosing.

"Oh yes! That's it! Fuck my ass!" Pam was feeling faint.

Stephen fucked several of the girls in the ass earlier in the evening, but Pam was definitely the most animated. She was also lucky to have caught him right out of the shower, as the other girls had to contend with sucking his dick right after it had been in someone else's ass.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to come! I'm going to come from you fucking my ass!" Pam yelled.

And she did come. Hard. She came so hard she was practically crying.

"I'm close, too." Stephen whispered.

"Come in my mouth. Come in my mouth!" Pam sounded crazed.

Stephen pulled his long cock from her ass but before he could wipe it off on the bathrobe she was kneeling in front of him and jerking his come onto her tongue.

When it looked like the last spurt had left his cock, she swallowed and placed as much of his cock down her throat as possible. She held it there for several seconds, then pulled it out.

Stephen pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her fully on the lips.

"That was a perfect end to a perfect evening, Pam." He kissed her again and quickly stepped inside. 

She watched as he disappeared from view, then wiped her mouth on the sleeve of the bathrobe he left behind. A brown streak smeared the bathrobe.

"Oh god, is that shit?" Pam asked herself.

There was a rustle in the bushes and Pam jumped.

Was someone actually hiding in the bushes watching her?

"Relax. I was just taking a leak." A voice said from the bushes.

One of the remaining young men – a black boy – stepped out from behind one of the taller bushes. He had seen her swallow Stephen's load without skipping a beat and that apparently had turned him on. His thick erection stood out in front of him nearly ten inches.

"Come here, Pam. Let's go for a walk." The young black man said.

Pam started to feel the effects of the seven or eight drinks that Terry had made for her wear off. She stood up and followed the young black man out to the patio. She wasn't really sure where she was going, but she had a feeling she was about to get fucked and that long black dick looked painful.

He stopped on the darker side of the patio, not visible to the grand room, and Pam leaned over to kiss him. He quickly turned her around and bent her over, holding her arms at the wrists.

"I didn't bring you over here to kiss you, Pam," the young black man said.

He kicked her feet apart, almost as if he were a police officer conducting a search. He pushed her further down, holding her arms up and behind her back. As drunk as she may have been earlier, she instantly sobered and became afraid.

The young black man shifted his hips slightly and she felt his long shaft enter her pussy.

She let out a little moan and he pulled her arms up higher, causing Pam intense pain.

"Shut up, bitch. Don't you get off on my dick. You better not get off, yet," he said.

But it was too late. His long, deep thrusts into her pussy felt so good, she began to shake and her pussy tightened around his shaft.

"I fuckin' warned you, Pam," he said, and then removed his long dick from her pussy and quickly pushed it into her asshole.

Pam cried out in pain, both from his long dick in her ass and from her arms being pulled up behind her. He fucked her asshole hard and fast. Her tits hung like udders. He'd occasionally let go of one arm to slap or squeeze one of them. He slapped her ass several times, leaving red handprints all over her ass cheeks.

Just when she was sure she would pass out from the pain, another young man stepped in front of her. His cock was smooth and thick, and his balls looked like they had been recently shaved. There was something very familiar about his dick, and as she looked up, she froze in terror.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" David asked, knowing full well what she was doing.



Pam couldn't speak. She was being fucked so hard that her tits were swaying all over the place and she could barely stay standing.

The black boy in her ass pounded harder and Pam could feel his dick swell inside her. Within moments, she could feel spurt after spurt of his come leaving his body, traveling through his cock, and filling her bowels. He paused momentarily as he let his balls drain.

Pam panted, somewhat relieved that it was over, and smiled as she waited for the black boy to remove his long cock from her ass. Her smile quickly faded as he began to thrust into her ass again. Pam grimaced as she felt his long tool throb and stiffen.

"No more! Please!" Pam begged.

"Don't worry. We'll talk later." David said as he stepped forward and put the head of his dick in Pam's mouth. He took another step closer, forcing more of his handsome cock in her mouth. She was not in a position to object, and reluctantly deep-throated David's cock for almost ten minutes. David watched as she easily inhaled his full length, held it in her throat for several seconds, and then allowed him to pull back out.

"Mom, you always did suck a great dick, didn't you?" David said.

She wasn't being worshiped like a queen. She was being abused. Even though both of these young men were incredibly attractive, they had no respect for her. She had become their plaything, and Pam worried that they didn't take care of their toys. She looked at David with his dick down her throat. Her eyes showed just a hint of fear, although Pam tried to remain expressionless. No matter how good his cock tasted, she was still afraid.



The young black man finally stopped for a few seconds to let Pam catch her breath, and then pulled her up with her back against his chest. His long dick was still firmly seated in her bowels as he lifted her from under her legs and began raising and lowering her on his long shaft. Pam's arms fell limp at her sides. They were completely useless and Pam felt completely helpless.



David stepped forward and pushed her legs back farther, rubbing his dick against her clit.

He guided his cock into her pussy and Pam shrieked from the sensation of both cocks being inside her at the same time. He quickly put a hand on her throat and squeezed firmly.

Pam was afraid for her life. She began to squirm, but he only tightened his grip around her throat. She thought she was about to pass out, but David relaxed his grip in time for her to come back to her senses. 

Her legs flopped wildly as the two young men slid her up and down on their shafts.

Something about this position triggered an unknown pleasure for Pam, but she fought to conceal it. There was no doubt in her mind that her stepson and his friend were raping her. But at the same time, the two cocks, separated by the thin membrane between her pussy and asshole, felt incredible sliding in and out of her.

"Oh, fuck!" Pam blurted out. She was ashamed as soon as the words left her lips, but she couldn't hold back anymore.

"I told you she'd like two dick in her at the same time!" The black boy said. "Didn't I tell you?"

"Is that true, mom?" David asked. "Do you like riding two cocks at the same time?"

"I hate you, David!" Pam said hoarsely. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Fill me up with your cocks, damn it!"

David put his hand on Pam's throat, but this time he did not let go. She felt as if she was going deaf as she felt David fill her pussy with his come. Seconds later, she felt the black boy shooting another load into her bowels – and then she blacked out.



Pam woke up several hours later. She was naked, but in her own bed. She smelled of lilacs, which was the fragrance of the body wash she frequently used.

She tried with great difficulty to get out of bed and was shocked to see bruises all over her body. Many of the bruises were between her legs.

She hobbled to the toilet and was surprised to see blood in the crotch of her underwear. She still had periods, but they occurred less frequently thanks to her doctor's prescription. She wasn't due for two more weeks. As she sat and peed, she realized the blood had been coming from her asshole, not her pussy. She stuffed several pieces of toilet paper in the crotch of her underwear and stood up. She looked in the bathroom mirror and thought she looked like she'd been run over by a truck.

Pam walked into the living room and couldn't believe what she saw. The room was full of flowers. Many of the arrangements were designed for Mother's Day. They were all fresh and beautiful. She pulled one of the notes from a bouquet. 

"Thank you for sucking my cock after I fucked you in the ass. Love, Stephen."

She pulled another note. This one was very similar, but from Danny. Another from Terry, and yet another from Drew. There were at least thirty flower arrangements. She only remembered fifteen boys at the party. 

"Could some of these be from the girls?" She wondered.

She looked at several more notes, and there were names she didn't recognize.

One bouquet stood out, though. The note was from David.

"Dear Pam,

You put on quite a show last night, and I though you'd want to remember it, so I video recorded every minute. I even recorded you wiping your ass. Very sexy, Pam.

My mother – my REAL mother – and I think you've enjoyed dad's money long enough, and now we think my mother deserves her share.

Whenever it's convenient for you, please make a donation in the account listed below and we might forget last night ever happened. But, please don't take too long thinking about this, Pam. If mother gets upset, she'll be tempted to send out a DVD of your escapades to all of your friends and relatives whenever possible. Birthdays, Christmas, Mother's Day… you name it. If you think we're bluffing, we left a copy in your machine. Just press play and enjoy. 

Remember to make the donation substantial.

Thanks "mom"!

David"

Pam was furious, but also helpless. She walked to the 60" TV in the living room and found the remote for the DVD player. She pressed play and watched as she walked away from the taxi and bounced up the stairs to the front door of the mansion.

She pressed the fast forward button and watched as she went down on more guys than she remembered. David even had a camera inside the toilet. She felt sick.

She pressed the menu button on the remote and could see that David had categorized the scenes by blowjob, fuck, anal, ass-to-mouth, girl-girl, MMF, and bukake. He also numbered the scenes. There were thirty-five of them.

Pam ran upstairs to her bedroom closet and rifled through some of her late husbands old shoeboxes. There, in one of the boxes, was a picture of his ex-wife. She dropped the photo and began to laugh and cry at the same time.

"I thought I recognized that maid from somewhere." Pam said to herself. "I thought I was fucked last night, but guess I'm really fucked now. That son-of-a-bitch!"



Pam



My friend Chandra was in town and I was excited to go out with her. My boyfriend Al had always had a crush on her, but I knew it wasn't anything to worry about. After all, she only dated black guys.

I jumped into the shower while Al watched TV in the living room of our apartment. I took my time to carefully shave my legs and pubic area; I was planning on wearing a skirt and didn't want to have a nick on my legs.

Chandra always looked good when we went out, and I didn't want her showing me up. I found a shiny purple shirt and black skirt to wear. I knew from wearing it one other time that the shirt showed a lot of cleavage especially considering how it plunged below my breasts. Normally I would have put on some double sided tape to hold it close to my chest, but I didn't have any.

"Wow," Al said whistling as I walked into the living room. 

"Do I look ok," I asked, already knowing what his answer would be.

"Too good! You should be going out with me tonight. You're going to have all kinds of attention from guys dressed like that," he said checking me out.

"Good," I responded grinning. Just for good measure I lifted my skirt and flashed him my thong.

Chandra texted me a few minutes later to tell me she was waiting out front.

"Bye honey," I said leaning over to give him a kiss.

"Oh my gawd, the guys are going to get a show tonight," he said looking down my shirt. I playfully slapped his cheek and left.

Chandra and I had fun catching up as we drove to the club. The place was just starting to pick up when we walked in. Several guys turned and watched us walk in. Chandra was wearing a black leather skirt and tight shirt which showed off her full breasts. 

We ordered our drinks at the bar and walked over to a table.

Fifteen minutes later a couple of guys offered to buy us a drink. They weren't all that attractive but we figured we would at least get our free drink out of them. They left a short time later after they realized they didn't have a chance.

Chandra and I each had a shot and then went to dance. Several guys moved around us showing their moves as the DJ pumped out the music. I noticed Chandra smiling and grinding against a large muscular black man who seemed to be enjoying himself. The song ended and Chandra whispered something to the guy who nodded.

I went back to the table and Chandra followed. 

"I invited Charles and his buddy to come over to our table," Chandra said licking her lips. Before I could protest the two men appeared each carrying an extra drink for us.

We sat around and talked. I learned the other guys' name was Joe and they were both college seniors. I had never dated a black man before, but Joe was extremely attractive and funny. We had a couple more shots and went back to dance again.

Joe was a great dancer, showing off some moves and keeping rhythm with me perfectly. When the 'Thong Song' started playing I teased him by lifting my skirt and showing my thong.

"Damn girl, you have a great ass," he said running a hand along my back side.

I turned around and faced him shaking my hips to the beat. I got a little carried away with my moves and my shirt shifted exposing my left breast. Joe gasped as he watched me cover back up.

"Girl, you just hot all over," he said licking his lips and smiling. We walked back to our table. Chandra and Charles were still out dancing.

"Damn I wanna see that again," he whispered in my ear. He moved his hand slowly to my shirt. I made no move to stop him as the thought never really crossed my mind. He slipped his hand inside my shirt and cupped my breast. I have full c-cups but his big hands easily were able to hold my entire boob. He nudged the material aside freeing my breast for him to look at. I could feel a couple of other guys staring but didn't care.

Just as slowly and carefully as he had freed my boob, he covered it back up. 

"I need a drink," he said standing. He returned with two more drinks and two shots. 

"Hey guys," Chandra said drunkenly as she sat down with Charles. I could tell she was having a good time. "Charles invited us over to their apartment for an after-hours party."

Joe looked up at Charles who winked at his friend.

"Yeah, why don't you girls come over?" Joe added.

"Come on Pam," Chandra whined looking at me. I knew I wasn't going to get out of it.

"Sure, why not."

It was getting close to closing so we left. Charles rode in Chandra's car and I went with Joe. It was only about a ten minute drive. Joe led me in and turned on the light. I was surprised at how nice it was, especially considering two guys lived there. In my experience guys weren't usually good about keeping their places clean.

Charles and Chandra showed up just as Joe got me a drink. We listened to some music and had a few more drinks. I was drunker than I had been in a long time. I briefly thought about texting Al to let him know I would be late coming home, but let the thought slide.

Chandra and Charles were kissing on the couch. 

"Damn Chucky, get a room man," Joe said with a deep laugh. Charles' middle finger rose up to greet his friend.

"I have a TV in my room," Joe said taking my hand.

"I take it no one else is coming to the after-hours party," I joked, already knowing the answer. Joe grinned slyly.

He closed the door and turned on some music. "I want to see some of those moves again you had at the club," he said dancing around his room.

"Which one? This one?" I said moving my hips around. 

"Or this one?" I did a booty shake for him.

"Maybe I should play the Thong Song again," he said smiling. He looked thru his iPod and Cisqo started singing. Being drunk, the moves flowed all the freer. 

"Oh yeah baby," he said staring as I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. His eyes were glued to me as I pranced in my thong. My breast had popped free of my shirt but I didn't care. Joe moved over to me and placed his mouth over my nipple. His rough tongue felt perfect.

I ran my hand over his crotch and felt his stiff pole sticking out in his pants. I unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. I gasped at the huge shaft pointing back at me!

He helped me out of my shirt and laid me on the edge of his bed. He hooked his fingers in the waist of my thong and slid it down my legs. Shivers shot up my spine as I felt his tongue lapse against my opening. He proved to be better at oral than any other guy I had ever been with. My first orgasm was so intense I almost blacked out!

Joe had by far the largest cock I had even attempted. My pussy was soaked and his massive cock slid in easily, stretching me further than ever had been.

"Oooohhh gaaaawwwwddddd that feels good," I panted breathlessly as he rhythmically moved in and out. His massive hands massaged my breasts expertly sending me into orbit. 

"OOOOOHHHHHH FFUUUCCCKKK," I cried experiencing my second orgasm of the night. Joe couldn't hold out any longer.

With one final shove and grunt I felt his stream of cum hit me deep inside. Exhausted, he lay down on the bed next to me and we both fell asleep. 

I awoke early the next morning. Joe was still lying beside me.



Pam



Pam

Pam is a character from a couple chapters of 'Epiphanous'. Her circumstance fueled a storyboard in my mind that I think was worth exploring. This is not a story of great wrongs and retribution. There is no bitch burning and from my perspective there is no judgement of right or wrong. These are people who might do what others would not or not do what others might rush into.

There were no real people harmed in the writing of this story and it is not a collection of my experiences in any way except in understanding the emotions involved. I am going to leave anonymous commenting open for now but will probably delete those comments that are not constructive and adding to any fruitful discussion.

This could have gone into 'Loving Wives' but I think it fits much better into the 'Romance' category even though the character is pulled from a story in the former.

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David from The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 6

When we entered the hotel I noticed Kiera sitting at the bar talking with a couple of men but she didn't see me come in. Rather than distract her, I went up the elevator with Pam still at my side. She had left her work case in my room rather than lug it to her home before we left. When we entered the room, she went to the suite bar and poured herself and me a glass of wine and stretched out on the chaise. I changed out of my work clothes and slipped on a pair of shorts and a polo for comfort. When I came out of the bedroom, she looked like she was about to fall fast asleep. I moved her drink out of her hand and to the table and scooped her up in my arms before taking her into the bedroom.

"Why David, are you inviting me to spend the night again?"

"Pam, dear, if I let you out the door, you'd fall asleep and be in the ditch before you hit the drive. You need a good night's sleep."

I laid her down and began undressing her and removing her clothes. It was definitely not an unpleasant chore. She sat up and helped me with her bra and when she laid back down I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties and slipped them off her perfect ass. I then bent down, kissed her belly and then her lips and told her to sleep tight.

"Motherfucker" she whispered and then pulled the sheet up over her.

I think she was asleep before I ever got out the door.

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Pam

I think back to those disturbing thoughts on occasion. It isn't an often occurrence and now, with the passing of several years, it is mostly a sad remembrance. I had just finished what I thought was a mind blowing sexual tryst with my regular lover and had barely towel dried my hair when I received the call. It was from Bob's sister, Margo.

"Pam, sit down, OK?"

I glanced over at my rendition of Sven or at least what I pictured a Sven to look like and he had his monkey sex grin on his face.

"Margo, I'm OK. What's going on?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before I heard her weeping, almost uncontrollably, and I instinctively knew my worse fear had come home. There is something in a soulmate's heart that knows without speaking. Many of us understand it and some just go with it but when the strike to the heart comes, it is indescribable.

"Pami, it is Bob. We lost him. He was killed."

The long pause was on my end that time and I looked back at the empty shell of Sven and felt as if I had been suspended in some sort of trap. He just lay there naked looking back at me and the overwhelming urge to express my modesty with whatever cover I could lay hands on expressed itself with a grasp of the bedcovers.

"Margo ... I'll call you ..."

I set the phone down and without any emotion, at least any that I could reveal, I told the man next to me that I needed to go. An emergency had come up. A bomb had gone off. An asteroid had crashed to Earth. Any excuse to leave would do but the truth.

In the fog of building grief, I dressed and gathered my belongings before escaping to the long corridor and then to my car. The human psyche can take only so much. I sat in in the parking garage of that hotel and I burst into my own deluge of tears and weeping. My body heaved with grief and gut wrenching sobs deep from where the intimate soul abides. There is nothing like it really. The wail of grief is a heart stricken sound, one usually reserved for the loss of parents, close siblings and friends. This grief was worse. It was for my husband, Robert Daniels, Bob to me.

I called Margo back when I finally got home but only after I somehow pulled myself together in order to have the call. She is the greatest sister a woman could ever have, bar none. Bob and I had an agreement. If anything ever happened to him, the Marine Corp would notify Margo first and she would then tell me. He didn't think I could handle it directly and he was probably right. Margo and I had our own agreement. She would call me no matter where I was or what I was doing or when. She also knew that I would have to call her back if she ever had to tell me. 

Margo was his older sister who had raised him after their parents were killed when he was fourteen. She was seven years older and despite her youth, persevered in keeping them together. I always looked to her as our rock when we needed one and this was no different. She handled all the funeral arrangements and literally held my hand through the worse. I would have been lost without her. She carried me through that first night and propped me up through the succession of days that followed.

She and I had a sit down some months later. I was quite depressed still and having a difficult time coming to terms with the loss. I got to the point where I would uncork a bottle every night and finish it. Being in the midst of Napa didn't help matters. Whatever the case, I was drinking too much and staying in all the time. Margo walked me through that as well. I think she identified what was eating at me.

"Pam, it's the arrangement that's killing you now, isn't it?"

The Arrangement. That is a good way to explain it. Bob was sent to Afghanistan twice. He was away from me for a total of two years by the time he was killed although he was back a month or so between assignments. His unit worked out of Böblingen, Germany and would rotate into the field for deployments. Before he left, we had a long sit down and most people can't understand this but Bob insisted I find a safe, satisfying fuck buddy while he was gone. There was no love involved. It would be nothing more than a good fuck.

The problem, if it can be called that, is that Bob and I were both fucking insatiable. Yeah, it sounds like an old cliché but it is true. When we were together it's what we did for recreation. We fucked each other silly. Everything was on the table between us and I like to think we had the most satisfying love life any couple could have. When two people are wired like that, everything is perfect until something throws a wrench in the works. That's what Afghanistan did. So, he sat me down on his lap and told me to find someone safe, satisfying and discreet. The only rules he gave me were that it had to be safe with someone I trusted and he didn't know and that I would never bring him into the house. Oh, and no falling in love. That would really fuck it up. I ended up telling him I would think about it but I didn't know if I was comfortable with my American Hero fucking some Fräulein on the other side of the world. That was the other side of the coin, of course.

"Margo, you remember when Bob came back that first time? We had some issues to hammer out. You know, I had been sleeping with Jared and it was getting to be a regular thing. There was no love thing there. It was just a good physical fit and it worked. But I still felt like I was cheating and I knew Bob was fucking somebody when he came out of the field. Well, we talked through that and he made me realize that he was not threatened by Jared. He didn't want to meet him or know him but he wasn't threatened at all. He knew I was his wife, his woman and no man would ever take me from him.

I don't know that I felt the same for his Hilda or Ingrid or whatever the fuck her name was. Whatever the case, he knew what we needed at the time and he was right. We both probably would have cheated on each other even though we never would have done that if we were together.

Does that make sense, Margo?"

She looked at me and just smiled.

"Fuck, yes, it makes sense but you know not many people could have done that and still had a marriage!"

"Oh I know that but Bob and I were special. I'll never have another man like him and Margo, at this point, I don't ever want another man in my life like that."

"Pam, you don't mean that. Someday, not now maybe, but someday, you will meet another man who won't be Bob but he'll be different and just as good for you."

I think I just laughed for a while but I also knew deep in my heart I was right and Margo was wrong on that count. As for the Arrangement, I look back on it and I don't feel guilty. I simply remember the good memories and cherish them. The one thing I wish hadn't done was take that fucking call from Margo right after I had just fucked my Sven substitute. I felt soiled and dirty in my grief and that took a long time to get over.

"Margo, when you called me that night, I had just finished fucking another man and it has been eating at me ever since. The guilt of what I did while my husband was dying or already dead, Jesus, I don't know. It's killing me."

"Baby girl, look at me. For all we know, Bob had done the same thing a while before that. Would you want him to feel the guilt that you have? Of course not. So toughen up, get back in control in your life and let's conquer the world or at least our little part of it, OK?"

I looked her right in the eyes and kissed her full on the lips and cried but they were tears of relief more than anything else.

Well, I got control of the drinking, processed my grief and started to take a fresh look at life. One of the decisions I was sticking to was that I was not going to remarry again. That didn't mean my libido disappeared. It meant I didn't want another husband. I only have one husband and his name is Robert Daniels. I also didn't want a shrine erected for Bob. I wanted him in my private place and because of that I started using my maiden name, Giardone. 

My fitness training picked up and I started getting really buff. I could fit into anything. The job was great. I was traveling around a good deal. Life felt good and then my sister decided to go and get married and remind me of what I lost, my Bob and the closeness we shared.

I was the maid of honor at her wedding to a wonderful man named Stephen Hitchcock. He reminded me of Bob in a way. He was a former Navy pilot and now had a real estate investment firm that he ran out of Clearlake, just north of Napa. By all accounts he was doing great, Cindy was head over heels in love and he had a comfortable swagger about him. I remember thinking Cindy landed herself a bull of a man and she confirmed that in some of our later conversations.

The reception was a wild party, a major kegger with several of Stephen's old navy buddies. I knew most of the people on my sister's side of the invite list so I was comfortable. Bob had been gone for a couple years by then and I had compartmentalized him into my own private space. The tears were gone. I wasn't lonely but fuck, I was beginning to get horny and with all these navy men around I started thinking of the opportunities for a bit of recreation. Then I was distracted.

Cindy pointed him out. He was standing next to one of the caterer's tables. As a man he was tall, slim but very fit looking with sandy brown hair. Next to him was an attractive woman, equally trim and fit along with two beautiful children, a girl and boy that looked to be the same age or close.

"That's David, Stephen's closest friend, and his wife, Marylyn. The two adorable kids are the twins, Joshua and Julie. Let me introduce you."

Cindy made the introductions and I hit it off with all of them. Marylyn was a training buff like me and David was a distance runner. They lived in Tennessee with both of them working in Finance. It was the kids that captivated me the most. That is what I wanted with Bob more than anything and these two were at that adolescent age that I loved.

They were thirteen years old and trying to be all of twenty four. I couldn't help but see myself in them struggling at that awkward age where the body is trying to be an adult but the innocence of youth is still clutching at them. As for David and Marylyn, they were a beautiful couple, the picture of what I had envisioned for myself once upon a time.

Eventually the kids ran off with new found friends, Cindy excused herself to attend to other well-wishers and the three of us sat down and opened a new Cab.

"Here's to the happy couple!" David toasted as we touched glasses. I looked at both of them and back to Cindy and her new husband. Marylyn must have noticed the bit of melancholy because she took my hand in hers.

"Cindy told us how wonderful you were and how much you love kids. Maybe you might like to visit us sometime back east. I think Stephen and Cindy are coming out sometime next month."

I caught a glance of the twins off to the side and told her I'd like that very much and David made another toast to good friendship. We chatted for a long time after that and when I excused myself, I felt refreshed with no melancholy lingering over the festivities. The cloud dissipated. I made the rounds, settled down with a table of Stephen's navy buddies and when the evening rolled around, I left ... but not alone.

"Oh my god ... just like that and don't fucking stop."

His tongue and lips were attacking my aroused clitoris while a couple of fingers thrust in and up on the roof of my vagina. All I could do was run my fingers through his hair and hope to keep that action pressed against my pussy.

"Mmmmm that is so fucking good ..."

Then I felt that first wave begin, that first quiver of a building orgasm. With his fingers in my pussy and a thumb buried in my ass, I fucked an orgasm onto his face and clutched the bedsheets to keep me grounded. 

"Motherfucker ... oh my god .... Fuck me, Baby .. fuck me now .. please"

My sailor boy did just that. He raised himself up, rubbed the circumcised head of his fat prick up and down the entrance to my wet kitty and slowly sunk every bit of himself into me. Then his cadence began and I fucked my ass up off the bed to meet every stroke until he just held me down and fucked it. He took me like I wanted to be taken and when it was his turn, he pulled out and brought his cock to my mouth where I milked his seed onto my lips.

I rolled over and pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lit it. It's the only time I ever smoke, the culmination of a really good fuck. There was no love making in this. It was pure fuck and the first time since the night I received the call. To tell the truth, I loved it and wanted more but I wanted it strictly on my terms. It was a physical desire.

He looked at me laying there. "You do know that you are the finest piece of ass in California right now?"

His blue eyes were sincere. His hair without a few specs of grey belied his age. His ample prick attested to his youthfulness. He was also smitten and looking for more.

"I'd like to see you again, Pam. Would that work?"

I didn't want to throw water on him. He had just jumped my bones as good as anybody and I was basking in post coitus pleasure for the first time in two years so I just said "Maybe, let's see what it looks like later. Right now, I just wanna do it again."

That's what we did. I sucked his cock to a wonderful erection and he took me hard, from behind. He was an alpha fuck and what I wanted, no, needed that night. I slept the night with him in the hotel bed and rose up before him in the morning. When I left his sleeping form, I kissed him on the forehead and slipped out the door.

I never did see him again. He was a pretty convenience that night, an attractive man, a good fuck but not really anything more. Cindy told me later that he asked after me a few times when he saw Stephen but I didn't hear from him or reach out to him either. It was best that way.

Following the wedding, I did take a trip east with Cindy and Stephen to visit with David and Marylyn. It became the first of several along with their trips west. I seemed to bond well with the twins too and at some point I was able to talk them into visiting me in Napa. I didn't have a big spread but I had a couple of horses next to a winery that a guy took care of when I was working or traveling. There was plenty of room. At first, Marylyn came out with them but before long the kids wanted to come out during vacations. I was all for it. David and Marylyn didn't mind and the kids were ecstatic. They were in Napa riding horses during the day, making friends in the neighborhood and having a great time. I took them into the city when I could for the sights and attractions. Stephen and Cindy just showered them with attention when they were around. So, I ended up being a second momma to them and I loved it.

The next few years were good ones. I worked as a wine consultant for several hotels and resorts in northern California, basically from the Bay area north. It was a profitable gig with several regular clients that kept me busy plus it gave me good access to the wineries. At some point, most of the business came by exclusive referral which is a very good thing in this business. It means you are pretty much at the top of the game. It also doesn't hurt to look really good in a short black dress and heels.

I took on an occasional lover when I felt good about it but it wasn't frequent. I just wanted a really good fuck buddy and most guys wanted more. I also didn't want an empty one-nighter like with sailor boy. I pretty much coasted like this for a couple of years until I met Jim.

He was the beverage manager for one of the larger downtown hotels in the city. Somehow I just had that older man thing going at the time and he fit the bill. He was a big man in more ways than one. He stood at 6'6" and weighed about 250 but none of it was fat and for a 45 year old guy, that's pretty good. He also had the stamina of a 25 year old which was VERY good. Add all that up and throw in well hung to boot. 

Funny thing about him was that for all his macho presence and physical attributes, Jim was a lover. He wasn't an alpha bull although when he had his fuck game going he could compete. What he was good at was bringing me to complete satisfaction and do it over and over. I had a vaginal orgasm with the man every single time we fucked, no exceptions. Whatever other talents he may have had, satisfying a woman was at the top of the list.

So we were regular lovers for a couple of years, usually twice a week at his place or mine. What brought it to a halt was his wife. This was the wife I didn't know anything about.

"What in hell are you doing in my bed?" she asked incredulously.

"And who in hell are you?" I replied.

I was sitting cross legged on Jim's bed, topless, with my tablet in front of me and a cup of hot cocoa on the side table. Jim was in the shower and it was around 8 in the morning.

"Well, to start with, I'm the owner of this god damn house. For that matter, I own the damn bed you have your naked ass parked on."

I could sense this was going south real quick. Jim was still singing up a storm in the shower, oblivious to the carnage about to unfurl around him.

"I'm also that son of a bitch's wife. Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Pam and I'm, well, I don't know anymore." I stuck out my hand to shake but withdrew it pretty quickly when I saw the steam coming out of her ears. "I didn't know he was married, honest. I really didn't."




Pam



I gathered the sheet around my body and then said to hell with it. I hopped out of the bed, shimmied into my tee shirt and pulled my jeans on. As I was standing there trying to find my sandals, Jim came out of the bathroom naked with his cock sticking up in all its glory.

"Where are you going?? I'm ready again."

I just nodded toward the angry woman in the corner and said I'd be going.

"Not on your fucking life." She said to me. Now, I had already assessed her physically. She was a bit bigger than me but I was at least 15 years younger and as physically fit as a tigress. I could kick her ass but that's not what I wanted. I just wanted out. She told us both to be at the kitchen table in five minutes, dressed, and she turned around and stormed out of the bedroom.

I was at the table in about a minute and Jim came in a few minutes late.

"I'm sorry, Pam, I was going to tell you."

"Pam, Shit! I don't give a shit about Pam. When were you going to tell me, you fucking peckerwood?"

Jim stood there, all 6'6" inches of him, shrinking before this woman who was his wife. I threw caution to the wind.

"Hold on, Peckerwood and Mrs. Peckerwood or whatever your name is."

"It's Debbie."

"OK, Debbie, Jim or Peckerwood, I guess. Whatever. You fucking deceived me, Peckerwood. That's a good name for you too and I'm pissed. I wouldn't have touched that fucker in a million years if I knew he had a wife." I said it looking at her.

"He didn't have a ring on his hand. There was no sign of a woman ever living here so I assumed he was a single man suitable for what I was looking for. Obviously, I was wrong. So that said, I appreciate the hospitality, Debbie, but if you don't mind, I'll take my leave. As for you, Peckerwood, don't you ever."

I walked right by him and cuffed him on the side of his head on the way out. Mrs. Debbie just laughed. Looking back on it I guess I laughed much later but at the time I felt used. I mean I had spent two years with this man on a fairly regular basis enjoying fantastic sex and there was never even a hint of another woman in his life. 

I found out why a few weeks later. There was a buzz at my gate on Saturday afternoon and when I looked at the security monitor, I saw Debbie standing there. I didn't recognize her at first but when she told me who she was, I buzzed her in.

After the niceties we sat in my living room and she proceeded to explain how it was that she was never there and why she was pissed, aside from her husband fucking another woman.

"You see, I have my own company and expanded to Europe three years ago. I've been living mostly over there. I would fly back occasionally or Jim would travel over there but we were apart for long stretches. I guess it was just circumstances or timing that kept me from finding out earlier.

My Jim, you see, has an enormous sexual appetite but I guess you already know about that. He told me about the two of you. But, I was being really selfish too. I insisted on moving to Europe and Jim's career was just taking off downtown so we tried living in two places but as more time passed I just didn't get back much.

Worse, I know that Jim needed sex but I wasn't here for him and the same with me. I needed it too. The two of us sat down after I found you in my bed, well, Jim's bed I guess, and had a long heart to heart. OK, I don't know how to say it any differently so here it goes.

I want you to fuck my husband, fuck him regularly. No strings, just give him the fucking you've already been doing. I won't like it but I know that's the only way I'll be able to keep him."

Jesus H Christ! Now she was crying on my sofa. I didn't want to fuck him anymore. I don't like being deceived. If he had been up front with me, I of all people would have understood. I've had The Arrangement. Well, I proceeded to explain to her the ins and outs of my own experience with these arrangements and finally I got to the point where I told her I didn't want to fuck him. I think she understood when I was finished but she seemed a bit downtrodden when she left. I never did hear from either of them again and I know they have new beverage manager where he was working. Maybe she convinced him to go to Europe. Whatever the outcome, Jim was one of the best fucks of my life and I missed it for a while.

David and Marylyn made a visit out west a couple months after that, staying at Stephen and Cindy's place in Clearlake. I loved the both of them and their kids but if the truth were known then, I had a really strong physical attraction to David as well as an emotional desire that I was able to keep in check. Friends don't fuck their friend's spouses, at least without an invitation. In any event, David seemed preoccupied on that visit and I noticed that he and Stephen would huddle in conversation a lot.

Something about Marylyn seemed off as well but I couldn't put a finger on it. She was still her exuberant self but something was tugging at her. I counted it as merely bumps in the road between the two of them thinking maybe they had a fight or something. I can only remember one fight Bob and I had and in hindsight it was trivial. Nonetheless, we should have stayed home and worked it out before going out. It cast an air that I knew others were aware of.

I talked to Cindy about it after they headed back and she intimated that she guessed one of them was stepping out or something serious like that but that she didn't know for sure. She was staying out of it. I headed back to Napa.

He was eye candy, beefcake, my toy for the night. I had just turned 32 and I wanted a hard body to use for just a few hours. I would send him back to momma when I was done. If he was a day over 18 I would have been surprised but he turned out to be 22, blond, blue eyes, chiseled like an Adonis with a full multi-functional package.

It's probably a sin to take such a toy from the girls his own age but I was feeling greedy and he was perfect. I think we fucked each other silly until the wee hours of the morning and then he dressed and left me with a kiss.

"Will we see each other again?"

"Nope." I smiled. "But I'll always remember it."

When he was gone, I basked in the glow of being a satisfied woman. The kid was the first since the Jim and Debbie thing and I'd stay satisfied for a while. I felt sated. 

The work world shifted a bit. I was working with one of my newer accounts, the Meritage Resort in Napa and they had given me a free hand at stocking their wine cellar. The commission work on that was close to 15% and they were running through 1,500 bottles a week between the bar, two restaurants and the pub as well as retail sales. They were just one client among many. So, life was looking good. My workout regimen intensified when I shifted to bulking for a bit of body building. I started doing intense runs. My body hardened and I felt great.

I saw him when he walked through the lobby but he didn't notice me. David had a unique gait. It was confidence and purpose that he showed with his steps. One of the things I had noticed about him over the few years I had gotten to know him was his reserve and soft-spoken nature. He nodded a lot and pondered what you said to him. It might drive some folks crazy but I liked it. It defined his unique character.

Later that afternoon, I changed into skin tight yoga pants and a midriff tee to go for a run. I watched him head out to the trails a short while ago and followed him at a short distance. If he noticed me, he never let on. Eventually I caught up to him.

"You are getting a bit soft there, cowboy. So you just work when you want to?"

Without breaking stride, he replied. "It's one of the benefits of being at the top of the game. I get to choose my work hours and playmates."

Yeah, right. David is a workaholic if ever there was one but Cindy's comment about thinking one of them might be stepping out had me wondering about the last part.

"What's the application process for a playmate?"

"You have to be 5' 6", 110 lbs with dark hair and eyes and have a unicorn tattoo on your left shoulder AND know the difference between a Merlot and a Cabernet. "

"You bastard, you know my Tattoo is on the right shoulder!"

We both laughed and I took off at that point yelling back at him that I'd meet him for dinner later that evening. I did a few minutes of sprints and jogs and called it quits.

Knowing David was in town put a boost to my steps. It's probably irrational especially since he's off limits but he has always had that effect on me. There is an attraction about him that I think most women find highly appealing. It isn't a GQ thing or an alpha bull effect. I think it's that full confidence, attractiveness and knowing what path he is on that women find interesting. I know I certainly did.

I headed down to the lounge around dinner time and watched him from a short distance. He was chatting with an attractive, really big breasted woman around my age and as she moved away, she was flirting with him with her big toothy smile. She also put a bit more swing into those hips. I guess it's something we see in other women, our competitive nature.

"Enjoying the sights. David?"

He looked up at me and smiled and extended a couple flirty compliments that I had no intention of refusing. After chatting for a while, we chose a quaint little restaurant nearby, had a wonderful dinner and decided to stroll back along the greenway.

Right out of the blue he asked me the most direct question but in a disarming way.

"Pam, did you ever cheat on Bob or come close to it? Of course you don't have to answer that if you care not to. I'm just curious."

I didn't know how to answer him at first. Margo and Cindy were the only two people I had really talked to about Bob and how we coped with our separation. In the end I just jumped in head first.

"David, between you and I, yes, I cheated on Bob but he made me think of it as something else. It's hard to explain. He wanted me to even though later I felt horribly guilty, well, until he told me he had done the same thing."

Jesus, now I was starting to cry but I recovered pretty nicely.

"Don't mind the tears. They aren't for the guilt. They are for the happy memories. So, where was I? We both had sex with other people. He did it in Germany between field deployments and I did it here in California. There was certainly no love involved. For both of us it was a sexual release although I'd be quick to say it was a damn fun way to release tension. Now, we both struggled with it at first when he came back that first time but we got over it quickly. He showed me that what I had done was no threat to him and while I didn't feel the same at first, you know, my double standard, I came around with it."

I knew there had to be a reason for his question so I pushed back and he laid it all out there. When he finished his tale, I was shocked. Not in a million years could I have ever even made up what he told me. Marylyn had cheated on him with her boss over several months and was even planning on leaving him. The why was even worse. She didn't want to but felt she needed to rather than have him find out but he had already found out. What a fucking mess. Then the shocker. He burned them both and did it with her boss's own wife. To top it all off, they are trying to reconcile while having a ménage à trois relationship with the other wife. When he asked me what I thought, I just kind of looked at him and squinted with a sly smile growing on my face.

"Ha!! I think you are a fucking bad ass, that's what I think. When can I get some of that??"

On a more serious note, I told him what I thought, that if they were both happy or content with the relationship, to go for it and if it works great. If not, go your separate ways and make it good. Of course, that's just empty rhetoric from one who doesn't have to live through the fallout.

We shot the breeze a while longer until the jazz band started playing and I dragged him onto the floor for a few songs. After we returned, a young boy toy asked me to dance and while I didn't want to, David insisted I enjoy myself. If only he knew I WAS enjoying myself with him! So I went off with the little cutie and as soon as I was gone, the cute stacked blond David was talking to earlier got him out on the floor. Then it was a different one that actually ended up being a twin to the first one. OK, twin bimbos in short dresses and David was lapping it up. A worm had turned somewhere in his life.

I made a decision at that point and ditched the eye candy beefsteak. I headed for the table with David and the two bimbos. Introductions were made and I discovered that they really were not bimbos. They just looked that way. They were actually a couple of divorced twins, each of them investors and had decided to sit back and enjoy life. We actually ended up talking about my specialty, wine vintages and hit it off really well. That said, my hormones were kicking in and I let the dreamy eyes rest on David at every opportunity. I don't know if he picked up on it or not but the divorcee twins did. 

After they excused themselves, I got up and took David's hand in mine and told him. "Come on, we are getting out of here."

I nearly dragged him to the elevator and when inside, I threw my arms around him and told him in no uncertain terms.

"David, you are going to fuck the living daylights out of me."

And, that is what he did. He took me to his room. I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his trousers and pulled his growing erection to my mouth. It was beautiful, strong, potent and when he was ready he lifted me up, stripped my clothes off and laid me down on his bed.

"Motherfuck me ... yes, just like that. Hit it .... Oh my fucking god ... hit it.

Oh my fuck ... that is good ... fuck it, baby. Take it like you always wanted to ... oh honey Fuuuuuck I'm gonna cum ... Oh my God! Do it."

I milked him and stroked his cock until I felt my vaginal orgasm building and I then let go and fucked myself into a bliss. As soon as I started to come down, David emptied his nut deep inside me and I lovingly held him locked in my arms until he went soft.

Reaching for my post coitus bliss cigarette I said. "This is the only time I ever smoke and only after a really great orgasm."

We did it again and I let myself fall to sleep in his arms totally content and satisfied and feeling closer to him than ever. I let myself out in the morning after leaving him a note. That wasn't the only time I was with him that week. I slept in his bed the following night although we didn't have sex until morning. By then I needed to see a client in the city and wouldn't see him again on that trip. We cleared the air before we parted. There was no guilt. David and Marylyn's intimate lives had changed and David told me he would tell Marylyn about our intimacy. I told him I thought I needed to talk to her as well, woman to woman, and assure her there was no threat, even if I didn't totally believe that myself.

So off I went to my happy fulfilling life with a big smile on my face but with a tinge of sadness that a man I could easily fall in love with could never be mine. I think I tempered that sadness with the argument that I had already dismissed marrying again anyway but somehow that seemed empty.

I never did initiate the conversation with Marylyn. She beat me to it. Cindy and I were visiting friends in Nashville and later, we did a stopover at David and Marylyn's house for the night. She hit me right straight out of the blue.

"Do you want to fuck him again?" She asked me.

OK, I didn't know what to say really. These were good friends. I loved their kids. I spent a lot of time with them. I was at a loss for words. I was hoping to kind of slide into a discussion really low key at first, No, she just went right at it.

"Pam, it is OK with me if you do. I just want you to know that. David and  I talked about it a long time and I made it clear to him that that I know he loves you. We both do and if the two of you are together when he goes west, I really am OK with that."

She had tears in her eyes when she told me this. I knew that she loved her husband unquestionably but I also knew that the tears belied some other feelings that were deep inside. I clutched her into my arms and kissed her and whispered in her ear.

"Marylyn, I won't say what David and I did was a mistake. I can't. I will treasure that always. I do have a love for him and for you too and the kids. You are family to me. So, look at me when I tell you this." I raised her face to look into her eyes.

"Your husband and I will never be together like that again. As much as I would love to be with him every day, David is your man, your husband and whatever thing the two of you have going on now is between the two of you. What we did was a circumstance of that time in our lives, yours, his and mine and I can't replicate that again. He's your Baby and only yours. And, listen to me, I'm going to do what I can to make sure he is only yours. It might take some time but it's going to happen. Now, let's get cleaned up and enjoy the evening. Cindy is probably wondering what's going on."

I meant it too. When I saw the tears in her eyes I knew she wanted her husband back and a small ache began to grow in my heart for her. I had heard the full story by then and knew what she had done and what was done to her lover. I had heard about Sarah, the other wife, as well although I had never met her.

On David's next trip out west, we had dinner and a chance for a long talk. I think he half expected to make love that evening and it would have been making love and not just fucking. I had other thoughts.

"David, Honey, when are you going to go back to being man and wife?"

I don't think he knew what to say for a moment so he just kind of nodded.

"I guess what I mean is your wife, your bride, would give you any woman you desire on a silk pillow if it was in her power to do so but you know something? She hopes that it will always be her on the pillow. Her heart is breaking every time you go to that Sarah woman. I saw it in her tears. You know, she gave you to me, any time I want you and believe me that is a treasured gift if I were to accept it but I can't. I told her so.

David, at some point, you have to become man and wife again. It's been a year now and if you don't, I don't think you'll be together a year from now. Remember, when I told you it was OK if it worked for both of you? Well, it's not working for Marylyn even though she won't admit it. I can see it inside her. David, you need to save your wife."

He looked me over for a long time before he spoke.

"You know, Pam, I think you are the smartest woman I know. Let me share something with you. Marylyn sometimes quietly weeps herself to sleep. I know I've been the cause of it sometimes but other times I think it has been the grief she brought on at her own hand. I want to get her past all of that but I'm not sure how to do it."

"David, here is a thought. Move your executive operations out here. Don't you have offices in San Rafael? So, there is a solution. Leave Tennessee and move your immediate team out here. Bring Marylyn out here. Get away from the influences and environment back there. Bury the old ghosts, David."

"Pam, I'll give that serious consideration, I promise."

It was getting late so we hugged, kissed each other lightly and I told him I loved him and all of us out here would do anything we could to help out.

My experience with Marylyn was an epiphany for me. I was a single, widowed woman, 33 years old, with no lack of company if I chose. I had a thing for older, strong men yet satisfied myself with young beefcake when I got the urge. I had convinced myself I had no interest in remarrying but Bob had been gone 9 years now. What I saw in Marylyn was a fear of being alone. David's mention of her weeping alone at night convinced me of it. I couldn't help but wonder if I too might find myself weeping alone at night even when a hard body lay at the edge of my shoulder.




Pam



Margo called me out of the blue.

"Pami, I need your help. Please! Don't say no, OK?"

"Margo, of course you know I'll help you with anything. What do you need?"

"I need a date. I mean I need to find a date for somebody else. Let me explain."

So she explained and that is how I ended up at a marina restaurant in South San Francisco with Margo, her husband Dan, another couple and my date for the evening, Nigel. We had a great time, a fantastic dinner and I was able to show off my vino expertise. Afterwards, we went dancing at a jazz club nearby. By the time the evening wound down, I was ready to call it a night while Nigel was looking to get things heated up. The other couple was packing it in and I think Margo was waiting on me to decide if I was going to go with Nigel or call it a night too. I called it a night although I did give him my number when he asked.

"So, little girl, what did you think?"

I looked at Margo over the rim of my wine stem.

"About what?"

"Him, silly, Nigel."

Ok, he was a nice guy. Actually, he was a very nice guy but he didn't really push any of my buttons. He wasn't the beefcake variety I might take home to fuck the daylights out of. He was a bit older, conservative, polished in that English way. I had encountered a lot of his type in my business. They seemed all ledger and no play, if you know what I mean. Stodgy, some folks call them. Well, Nigel wasn't all that but he ran in those circles.

"OK, Margo, he was a great guy. Would I go out with him again? Maybe, but I think he was more focused on getting laid than I was, which I wasn't. That's OK too. Been there done that a few times. He was alright."

Well, we left it at that and hit the sack. I could hear Dan putting to her later and I felt just a tinge of jealousy that I had passed up my own entertainment but it was my own choice.

I hadn't heard from Nigel for a couple of weeks when he called me Thursday afternoon and asked if I would be interested in an outing on Saturday. I really hadn't given him any thought during that time but since I was free on the day, I agreed.

"Great, now I'll pick you up at 7AM sharp, we're doing the outdoors so wear something athletic and bring a change of clothes, OK?"

That didn't sound like the conservative Nigel I met earlier but I agreed. When Saturday morning arrived, I had packed a sport bag and was dressed in yogas and quick-drys while waiting for him with a latte. He pulled up to my gate in a Land Rover with two kayaks on top of it and a couple bicycles strapped to the back. As for Nigel, how do the English put it? He looked dashing and hardly recognizable from the earlier dinner date.

"I admired your muscle tone all evening the last time and assumed you might be up to something with a bit of vigor, yes?"

He had a broad smile on his face with his eyes hidden behind wayfarers and he was dressed in a similar fashion as me with tight shorts and a bikers top. He was actually buff, far more so than I would have guessed from our evening.

"We're heading to San Rafael. The Bay will be calm today so we should be able to get in a good distance. Then if you're up to it, we'll do some biking. Sound OK?"

Well, that was perfect to me so off we went. During the drive down I learned that Nigel served with the British Royal Marines in both Iraq and Afghanistan. That knocked me for a loop as I never suspected him to be the type. My Bob had worked with some of these guys before he was killed on that damn rock and knowing that, my estimation of Nigel soared.

Without going into details, I told him about Bob and his service and what happened to him. Interestingly, he didn't pour out his sympathies. Instead he talked fondly about a couple guys he knew who didn't come back and even showed me a picture of one of their kids that he had semi-adopted. By the time we got to the Bay, I had come to really enjoy his company.

Well, we filled the water bottles and put in, paddling for a couple hours before heading back. The water was calm but with mid-day approaching, the Bay was picking up. By the time we put out, I was starved and ready for a good lunch. I also felt great. The endorphins were up and it was a beautiful day.

I watched him across the table, more so than I did during our dinner a couple weeks earlier. Out of the jacket and tie setting, it was clear that Nigel was an athlete comfortable in an outdoors and sports setting. He also knew good wine and that was a plus. Most importantly, he knew how to talk with ease about a lot of things. There were so many dimensions to him.

I did learn that he had been married once before but divorced a little over five years ago after 10 years of marriage. As he put it, she found some other 'big eff'n bloke', cucked him good and flew off to Australia. They didn't have any children so it made it easy to start over and he hasn't heard a word from her since their divorce was final. Funny thing about Nigel. He didn't exhibit a shred of animosity toward her. When I asked him about that, his reply was simple. 

"I'm having the time of my life. I make more money than I ever imagined. I'm living in a wonderful place and I'm sitting across the table from one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."

OK, I could blush and I did but I loved the compliment and told him so.

We finished our lunch and drove down to the GG National Recreation Area and unlatched the bicycles. This was a more leisurely work out and we toured the whole area and had a great time. By late afternoon, we were done and heading back up to Napa. I invited him in and we both showered, separately, and I offered to cook a dinner. He insisted we go out so we did. We went casual and did wings and beer of all things. By the time he got me back home, I wanted to invite him in and to stay but I hesitated. My body said "fuck him, fuck him quick!" but something in my mind said wait. So, that's what I did

"Jesus Christ, fuck that big boy in there. OH MY GOD! ... Ohhhh you are going to make me cum. Jesus."

Nigel had something. He had a BIG fucking cock. He had stamina and a set of balls to match. He also had the most talented tongue. As for his dick, I had a large condom that barely fit him but it did the trick. He jumped my bones in a way that I hadn't felt in a long time. My old fuck buddy, Jim, didn't do it this good. When we finished, I was the most lushishly fucked little horny kitty cat in town. I couldn't even think straight. All I could do was giggle.

That was our third date and I remember kicking myself for sending him home after the second. Body should have covered mind.

From that point on, Nigel was a regular. We would go every week on either a Friday or Saturday and we would meet for lunch a couple times a week if we were close by. I was spending more time to the north and Nigel's job as a consultant was sending him south if he didn't have to fly somewhere. 

When we were together, we usually had the best sex I have had in years. I say usually because there were times when we didn't fuck. We were developing a relationship that afforded us to converse, see things together and enjoy life at our own pace. Sometimes, we would sit in a coffee shop and just argue politics with a neighbor, kiss and go back to our busy worlds. Were we exclusive? I wanted to think we were. I know I was but I didn't know about Nigel. I didn't have a lock on him and I had already told him I had not planned on ever remarrying after Bob.

I received my answer to that question on a week night while I was wrapping up some business in San Rafael with a client, a woman who owned a local wine retailer. We were just finishing up a couple glasses and an appetizer plate when I saw him come into the seating area of the restaurant we were in. There was no way he could see me unless he got up and specifically came looking. The trellis work and wine rack blocked his view.

The woman he was with was dressed to kill or at least to arouse and Nigel was certainly paying attention. She was all playground eyes with him and he was eating it up. As I watched them, I realized that we never made what we had exclusive so I shouldn't be feeling this way but it was eating me up. I thought he was out of town this week but instead, he was on a date. It actually upset me.

I walked out with my client and walked with her to her car. When I reached mine, I hesitated and debated going back in and dragging him out of there. Instead, I picked up my phone and called him. I got his voice mail.

"Hi Nigel, I just called because I need to ask you something. I know neither of us committed to an exclusive relationship but I want to know how you feel about that because, well, Oh hell, I'm being silly. Listen, I'll call you later in the week. Bye, Nigel,"

I had not even opened the door to my car when my phone went off. It was Nigel. I didn't answer and headed home instead.

The rest of the week was a blur. David and Marylyn called to let me know they were going to be in town over the weekend. I immediately insisted they stay with me and I spent a rushed Friday stocking up the pantry. Cindy thought they were going to stay up in their new place in Pepperwood Grove instead, so she loaded her car up with goodies and headed to my place. Between the two of us, we had the making of a bistro going on. David said they had some good news to share and I was as excited as I could be.

I had a call from Nigel earlier in the day on Friday and turned down a date with him that night. When I explained I had company he understood but he also wanted to talk to me about the message I left him. I asked him to give me a few days until my company returns home and I would give him a call.

It was really bothering me and I didn't know why. We were not exclusive pretty much at my insistence.

Cindy and I met David and Marylyn at the airport early Friday afternoon and by the time we got everybody loaded and on the way, David was ready to share his good news. He had taken my advice and was moving himself and Marylyn to San Rafael or at least some place in the area once they figured out where they wanted to live. His company, Phoenix Financials Group, was going to expand the offices of their parent company, Stanhope-Bishop in San Rafael, hence why they were moving there. He would be bringing several key members of his team with him and still leave the operations group in Tennessee. In fact a couple members of his team were arriving later and might join us on Saturday for a SF Bay cruise.

We arrived at the house and got everybody settled in. The twins still had some of their stuff in the guest rooms but Marylyn took care of that when she got settled. We had a gourmet menu planned and by the time Stephen arrived, we were ready to indulge. The men swapped stories while Marylyn, Cindy and I pounded ourselves silly with bottles of a fresh vintage I was marketing. Cindy and Stephen called it an early night and the remaining three of us sat out on my veranda cuddled up on the gliding chaise watching the stars and sipping wine.

"Pam, you did what you said you would do." She said and I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

I looked at David and he just nodded. I thought I could see his eyes misting just a bit but I'm sure he would claim it was the weather.

"He did just what you told him to do. He staked his claim on me and made me his wife again, exclusively and permanently. There is nobody else between either of us ever again and I have you to thank for that. He told me what you said to him and he rescued me from my pit, from my personal hell. We went to counselling for the past two months and decided to leave everything back in Tennessee that would remind us of our journey."

The tears were rolling down her cheeks now but they were happy tears and not the sobs of sorrow. However, I knew I was part of the sorrow so how did I fit in the picture? As if they read my mind, David spoke up.

"Pam, you are not part of what we are leaving behind. I've talked with Marylyn at length on this and we both agree. You are as close as family to both of us as well as the kids and there is no way in hell you are not going to be a part of us going forward. You are too precious to us."

OK, it was a group hug and cry fest at that point but eventually we ran out of tears and we finished the evening with mirth and a toast to new beginnings. 

We were all up early the next morning with a breakfast of sausages and eggs and mugs of coffee. David had arranged to go on a bay cruise if the weather was cooperative and it appeared to be a perfect day. We packed a couple baskets for lunch and set out. At the dock were three other people waiting for us. David made the introductions. There was Kiera Wilson who was one of David's senior analysts. She was late twenties, edgy looking but kind of hot in her way. The couple was Michael and Millicent Ethredge. She was another senior analyst, early thirties tops and actually from the Bay area here. Michael was an engineer.

Before the cruise was over, Kiera, Millicent and I were like the best of friends and Michael, Stephen and David were so immersed in man cave stuff, they paid us no mind. Cindy was trying to play both conversations as best she could but eventually just stayed with us girls. The rest of the weekend was a blast. I had not had so much fun in a long time. By Monday morning, we had to dry out and face the workweek. Cindy and Stephen headed back to Pepperwood and David pointed himself south with Millicent's rental and the two girls in back (OK, that was curiously odd). Michael went house hunting in Sausalito explaining that he had already accepted a position with an engineering firm in Marin City right next door. Millicent could look at it later was his reasoning. OK.

So, that left Marylyn and I for the whole day together and it was a great day. Sitting outside with morning coffee, Marylyn opened up to me and shared her story over the past three years. I listened, fascinated by it with all the intrigue, adultery, D/s as well as that complicated love triangle she found herself in. Then she quietly revealed the darker aspects of what had happened with her paramour's emasculation, her ultimatum at the hands of some men who carried out the deed and the horror of what she had been required to do. She revealed that it broke her completely. It had even bound her to what for her was an unnatural lust for submission. 

She revealed all this and then thanked me profusely for what I had suggested to David. If I had not done that, she might have left on her own and disappeared or worse still, done harm to herself. I think I felt closer to Marylyn than ever at that point and wondered how in hell this couple had ever survived that.

I had houseguests of varying levels through the rest of the week and by the end of the week, everybody except Marylyn had flown back east to finish the business moves and household goods. She was going to stay with either Cindy or me while David settled matters over the next few weeks.

The ring of my phone startled me out of my sleep Saturday morning. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30, way past my usual 6am rise time. The caller ID told me who.

"Hello, Nigel."

"Good morning, Pam. I hope I didn't wake you. I just assumed you would be up proper this morning."

"Oh no," I lied. "I'm just laying here trying to decide what to do. I have a friend staying over for a while."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Perhaps I should go then."

"No, Nigel, it's not like that. She and her husband are close friends and she is staying here until he gets back. Besides, I owe you a call."

"I suppose so, then. Listen, I was hoping we could meet for a coffee somewhere and talk about things. Maybe the shop on the corner in an hour?"

"That would be fine, Nigel. I just need to throw something on." I lied again.

We finished the call and I hit the shower and was sitting in the shop before he arrived. One of the regulars was hitting on me again, a regular pussy hound that is, but he was getting nowhere. I entertained him, smiled, flashed some thigh and wished I had been braless just to give his pecker a rise.

Nigel came in just as I was about to lick my lips and took the empty seat at the table. Pussy Hound looked at him and said, "Later". I just nodded, David style. He was rubbing off on me.

"So how are you doing?" He asked.

I looked him over.

"Listen, I really shouldn't have left that message. I had no right."

"Of course you did. I called you back immediately after you left it. I'm guessing you saw us at the Terrapin?"

"Yeah, but, Nigel, it was none of my business."

"Pam, let's be honest. It was every bit your business. We've been seeing each other for months and I always thought we had a good thing although I kept hoping for more. But I know the boundaries you have set for yourself. You don't want a serious long term relationship. I can respect that."

"Nigel, stop. That's not it. I saw you with another woman and I was jealous. I was the problem, not you."

He kind of kicked himself back in his chair and chuckled to himself.

"What is so funny?"

"You."

Now he had a really big grin on his face.

"You are jealous if I'm with another woman. Do you know how I've been feeling all week thinking you might be with another man? Bloody jealous is what I've been. I've had to slap myself to keep from calling you."

He leaned back into the table, clasped his hands together.

"Listen, the woman I was with was a lass I used to date before I met you. We ran into each other coming out of a pub and well, she knows of some of my particular talents, you know what I mean. She wanted to shag it again. If you hadn't called I probably would have. She's a hot little female when she turns things up.

But when I saw who was calling, you had already gone to voice mail, so I tried calling you back. I never spent the night with her. When I listened to your voice, I could hear you were upset and I knew then, you wanted something more than what I thought you wanted. I hope all of this is making some kind of god damn sense because this is hard for me.

Listen, Pam Daniels Giardone, I don't want to be with any other woman but you. I added your husband's name in there because I want you to be proud of him and not hide him in your secret place. Wear his name because you loved him and if I'm a lucky man, someday I intend to add my name to his. That might take me a lifetime but I'm a patient man and I know I'll never, ever fill his shoes. What I do know is that I can place my shoes next to his and make his widow proud of her choices.

OK, I've said it. Call me this evening."

With that, my proud Englishman rose up, walked out the door, turned and winked and headed down the street.

"Motherfucker" I thought. "Marge was right all along." I sat there with tears in my eyes for the longest time and a smile I couldn't kill if I wanted to.

I got up and walked through the door of the shop out into brilliant sunshine and it was as if an anvil had been lifted off my shoulders. I ran the 10 minute walk home in 3 minutes and bounded into the house.

"Marylyn, Marylyn!" I cried through the house. She came running into the kitchen where I was standing.

"Marylyn, do you remember what it was like to fall in love? I need to know. I don't want to make a mistake!"

"Jesus, Pam, what on earth are you talking about?"

"Love, Marylyn, love. I fell in love with Bob when I was 19 years old and it wasn't the same. It wasn't a crush. It wasn't lust. It was true love. Jesus, I feel like that now. And it hit me like a thunderbolt. I think the motherfucker proposed to me in his own unique way."

She just stood there and laughed.

"If you could see yourself now, Pam, you would burst. You are as giddy as a schoolgirl and you have lovesickness all over your pretty face. Why haven't you said anything about him before? Who is he?"




Pam



I fixed us both a glass of wine and after getting comfortable on the couch, I told her the story of Nigel. I didn't leave much out so there were the expected oos and ahhs and a giggle or two. I honed in on his character and the joy we had when we were together. As I was relating this to her, I realized I had not enjoyed anybody to the same extent since Bob and the love I felt in my heart speaking about him convinced me it was true.

"So did he actually propose or say he was thinking about it?"

Well, I think he did but I don't know for sure. He fucking winked when he left the shop, the motherfucker."

We both laughed at that and pulled ourselves together and fixed lunch. I did ask her not to say anything to anybody. I needed to process all this. She knew for years that I had always said I would never get serious about anybody else.

That evening, I called Nigel while lying in bed.

"Nigel, It's me"

"I know that, Pam"

"OK, then, about what you said. I'd like to be exclusive with you, OK? I don't know where it will go. I can't promise anything but I would like the two of us to just be the two of us, no previous girlfriends, no beefcake boys for me. Just you and me, OK?

"Pam?"

"Yes, Nigel?"

I'm coming over to make love to you now."

"OK"

That's what my man did. I let him in. Marylyn had already gone to bed. He proceeded to tear me up. He pounded me, fucked me, jumped my bones, screwed me, ate me, licked me again, plowed it and took it hard and soft. Then he kissed my bare nipples and held me in his arms as we slept. In the morning, I made him do it again.

After I washed him in the shower and dried him off, I took my man into the kitchen and made him a breakfast and showed him off to Marylyn. She just sat there and grinned.

"You two sure made a lot of noise."

OK, I turned a couple shades of red but Nigel just chortled and said 

"She's quite the screamer, isn't she?"

We enjoyed a good breakfast and Marylyn shooed us out of the house. Later that evening I called Margo.

"Well, hello, little girl."

"OK, Margo, how much do you know?" I knew Nigel and Dan were friends so if Nigel talked at all about us, she would know.

"Pami, I know he loves you and he is going to pursue you till hell freezes over and never, ever, take no for an answer."

"Well, you are probably right but do you remember that conversation we had many years ago when I told you I was never going to take another man seriously again? Oh wait, of course you do. You're gloating about it, aren't you??"

She just burst into that boisterous Daniels laugh I love so much. She and her brother had that same similar laugh. It was throaty and full and loud. I could pick it out from across a room.

"Listen, my little baby sister, I knew when I first met Nigel that he was going to be your love. There was just something about him that yelled Pam every time I looked at him and he is good to look at, isn't he?"

"OK, you won. We are an item, at least for now but I'm going to take my time with this and if just being together long term works, that's what it will be. If we end up with more, so be it. But, I wanted you to know, I love you for everything you have ever done for me over the years and, my big sister, thank you for introducing me to him. You are right."

We ended the call before we would have both burst into tears

The next several weeks were hectic. Nigel and I took our romance public among our friends and acquaintances and found ourselves invited to everything that everybody was doing. It was too much too fast, really, but somehow we absorbed it all. David and Marylyn closed on a large condo in San Rafael while Millicent and her husband bought a house in Sausalito. Kiera was going to live with them for a while although I got the feeling that both the girls didn't want to be separated from each other. Once in a while I would wonder if Michael was one of those lucky men who enjoyed the opportunities with two beautiful women in his house. 

I never asked.

Nigel asked if I wanted to move in with him but I deferred on that. I didn't think I was ready for that much. I still liked my independence and I also had the two horses as well as the twins when they visited. It was really nice to still be an independent woman living in Napa. Even still, I knew I was falling further in love with the man.

A couple of months later, a crisis of sorts appeared. Nigel worked for a business consulting firm, McKinsey & Company, and had transferred from the London office three years earlier. It was a path to a senior executive role if he was interested. Because of how these kinds of companies mentor and promote, the expectation was he would move on to take a promotion at another office. McKinsey wanted him to come back to London to head the operations for European business development. It was a lucrative opportunity, one he had been working toward since his divorce.

So he sat me down one evening and asked me what I wanted him to do or if I would ever go with him if he went back to London. To tell you the truth I was torn. I love him to death but my roots are anchored right here. All I have for immediate family is my sister Cindy. I told him all of this and let him know that I just didn't know. I cried like a little girl that night. Nigel hugged me close and told me he would work something out.

He didn't have to. Millicent used to work for McKinsey out of the same office before she went to work for her father and before Nigel transferred in. When David took over the Phoenix operations, he hired Millicent. With her influence, David offered Nigel a senior role with the company. Stephen had also offered to bring Nigel into the real estate business but David's offer was more tuned to Nigel's expertise. He accepted and we had a celebration dinner at a great restaurant that had just opened in the city.

Nigel invited everybody in our inner circle, David and Marylyn, Stephen and Cindy, Millicent and Michael, Kiera and a guy she was seeing off and on as well as Margo and Dan. Even the two twins were there. Everybody had a great time and before the deserts were brought out, somebody had bribed the Jazz trio playing off to the side to serenade all of us. It was wonderful. Then the music slowed and dropped a bit in volume. I looked to my right and Nigel was on his knees. He took my hand in his and he asked me in front of everybody.

"Pam Daniels Giardone, you don't have to tell me when or how long. I can wait forever but will you accept Nigel Miles Hegland as your husband to be?"

He opened the small box and the diamonds glistened in the soft light. He had a small tear in his eye and they were flowing out of mine. I knew back at the coffee shop that my answer would be yes when he asked but I didn't expect it that night. I stuttered but I got it out.

"Yes, Nigel Miles Hegland, I will be your wife."

He slipped the ring onto my finger and we embraced to the rousing cheers around the table and in the restaurant. I think the happiest face there besides Nigel and I was the face of Margo. She has always been my angel and probably my closest friend besides my sister. I look at her and I see Bob but it has become a happy memory rather than sad now. When I look at my husband to be, I see Nigel, as it should be. That's how I knew I could say yes.

 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 Two years later, one of them was sideways, which wasn't good. The other one, well she was just anxious. I went the easy route. The doctor gave me a local and a few minutes later, laid two wet babies in my arms for the first time before the midwife took them to clean them up and test them before swaddling them and giving them back to Nigel and me. They were two dark haired girls with dark eyes and porcelain skin and when we named them they became Margo Roberta Hegland and Cynthia Ann Hegland. Ann was Nigel's deceased mom. I wanted it for a first name but he insisted on Cynthia. He knew both names were my closest friends in the world. I wrote in the name Roberta when I saw Margo's face. David and Marylyn are their godparents and their daughter Julie now lives out here and is my perfect little babysitter.

Nigel still rocks me hard and 'Pussy Hound' keeps trying, the dork.



Pam and Bob



It was quite a few years ago when I was transferred to Arizona to work on a 4 month project. My wife moved to Arizona with me but elected to attend classes at a college in Tucson while I was working down in Bisbee. My company furnished a small studio apartment in Bisbee and Pam got an apartment in Tucson, where I'd spend the weekends with her.

Pam and I had discussed swinging a few times but there was little hope on my part that she would ever go along with it after her very vocal opposition to it. The only thing she was even remotely interested in was a slight fantasy of her and another guy. She was too jealous to let me play around and it wasn't really something I was interested in anyway.

I'd been in Bisbee for a little over 2 months when Christmas came around. Bob, a co-worker of mine was going to go back to Boston to see his girlfriend over the holidays. Bob was a younger guy, about 22, while I was 29. He was fun to work with and we seemed to get along pretty well. He told me about his upcoming trip and told me the biggest pain was going to be driving up early enough Saturday morning to catch his 6 a.m. flight. He knew we had an apartment up there and I asked him if he'd like to go up Friday night and spend the night. It would at least cut off the two hour drive for him. He said that would be great but wanted to make sure it would be ok with Pam. I said I'd call her and ask.

I called Pam and she said it would be fine. There was not even a thought of anything happening beyond him spending the night and getting some sleep.

Friday morning finally came and the supervisor asked me to help him finish a project that was overdue. So much for me making it home that night. I called Pam and told her I would be working very late but I'd be up the next day about noon. She said no problem and she'd see me then. Bob still had some late work to do as well but made it out of there about 6 and headed for Tucson.

About 8:30, Pam called me and asked if it would be ok for her to go out to dinner with Bob, since he'd just arrived. I said sure, no problem and told her I'd see her tomorrow without another thought entering my head. Pam called me about 10 and asked if it was ok is she went out and had a drink with Bob. I laughingly asked if she was going to fool around with him. She just said no way and said goodnight. She would talk to me tomorrow. We worked till about midnight and I went back and crashed so I could get an early start the next morning.

I got to Tucson about 9 in the morning and Pam was still asleep when I got there. It had been a couple weeks since I'd been up there so I took off my clothes and crawled into bed with her. She slowly woke up as I was caressing her breasts and started to kiss her. She responded very passionately to my kisses and touching. She was pretty turned on by the time I started to play with her pussy. She must have been in the mood as wet as she was when I slid my finger inside her. 

I made my way down her neck, kissing and licking her breasts, lower and lower. At first she tried to hold me up kissing me and didn't want to let me move lower but I persisted. I love eating her. Pam was moaning and grinding her hips by the time I started tonguing her clit. She was so wet and so turned on that it didn't take her long to cum on my mouth. When I slid my cock inside her, she grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep inside her as she could, rocking up to meet my thrusts. That she was extremely turned on was pretty obvious. Finally, I shot a load deep inside her and afterwards we lie there in each others arms when she acted upset about something.

She said that the night before, when she was out with Bob, they had a few drinks and ended up going dancing. There, they had more to drink and before she knew it, she was plastered. Bob got her home and they were sitting on the couch talking when he leaned over and gently kissed her.

Pam hesitated to see my reaction to this and there wasn't much to see. I was in total disbelief. Finally, I just asked her, "Did you fuck him?"

She nodded and said I must hate her for what she had done. I only held her close and took her hand and placed it on my once again hard cock and told her that the whole thing was really turning me on and that I wanted all the details. Finally, after reassuring her a few times, she continued.

She was too drunk to resist and found herself kissing Bob back. The next thing she remembered was her blouse and bra off and Bob kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. By now, she was beyond the point of no return and found herself kissing Bob's hairy chest and sucking on his nipples. 

It didn't take long for them to make it to the bedroom where Bob was soon sliding his cock into her pussy. Pam said she couldn't help it and that she knew it was wrong but it just felt so good at the time. It didn't take Bob long before he started to shoot a load of cum inside Pam. He remembered that he didn't know if she was on birth control (She is) and pulled out, shooting the rest of his load on her stomach and the bedspread. Pam saw that it was a huge load and he must have spurted three times before he even pulled his cock out and she was still covered in his cum as well as everything around her. Pam was even more frustrated by the fact that he never finished her off and she never got to cum. By this time, it was early in the morning and Bob had to leave to catch his plane. Pam was too tired to even move and fell asleep.

When she came with me, it must have been the combination of her passion as well as having been left hanging a few hours earlier. We made love again before Pam went in to take a shower. While she was in there, I started thinking, and the more I tried to visualize what had happened, three things occurred to me. First, I realized that I'd arrived home a few hours earlier than Pam expected and if I'd been a little earlier, I may have been in for a treat. Second, when we made love she was super excited and third, I was turned on by it all and had another hard on.

Over the next two weeks, Pam related the story to me many times, and every time, we had great sex. We were both insatiable and fucked like newlyweds again. All she would have to say was something about what it felt like to have a strange cock inside her and I was a goner.

As the time approached when Bob would be coming back, we discussed if she should tell Bob that I knew what happened. We finally decided against it since I still had a month left of working with him. Then I asked her if she would like to fuck Bob again. She was pretty hesitant with the answer but finally said she would. I asked her if I could watch and she was even more hesitant. We both knew Bob was not one to go for a threesome and Pam wasn't sure if she was comfortable with it so we decided to just let it happen again with one little twist. This time I would hide in the closet and watch.

A week after Bob got back, and he hadn't mentioned anything to me about what had happened, I complained to him that I was looking forward to going home on Saturday but had to run some paperwork up to Phoenix and brief some people on where we were on the project. I also mentioned as an afterthought that I was really looking forward to the weekend because the "wife" had been horny as hell for the past few weeks. Now all I had to do was wait and see if he took the bait. He did.

As I was headed for Tucson, I called Pam on the cell phone and told her what had happened. She laughed and said that Bob had already called her to see how she was doing and to see if she'd told me anything about their one night affair. She told him I was in the dark and that she had had a good time that evening she spent with him. He asked her if she would be interested in getting together again, and she asked when. That's when he told her I had to run up to Phoenix for the day and that since he'd be leaving in a couple weeks, he didn't know if they would get the chance again. Pam told him to come on up and they'd play it by ear.

When I got to the apartment, Pam was literally dripping with desire. She was hornier than I'd ever seen her before. She even wanted a quickie before Bob got there. I told her there was no way since she wanted to be clean and fresh for Bob, and besides, he was probably only a half hour behind me. She finally agreed and we set up a chair in the closet. We closed the blinds and drapes so it was fairly dark but still light enough for me to see from my hiding space. Pam triple checked from the bed to make sure there was no way I could be seen. I'd even parked a few blocks away so Bob wouldn't see my car. I was all settled in, with my pants off, sitting in the chair when the doorbell rang. Bob had arrived.

I sat in there for a good thirty minutes before Bob and Pam made it to the bedroom, finally. She even made a call to my cell phone, which was turned off and "talked" to me to make sure I was in Phoenix. They were kissing heavily and fondling each other through their clothes when they came in. At first, I had butterflies in my stomach as I WATCHED my wife kissing and caressing another man. It was a lot different than just hearing about it. This was real. Soon the butterflies went away as my cock hardened and my eyes were glued to the show in front of me.

Bob removed Pam's blouse, (she wasn't wearing a bra) and shorts before removing his own shirt and pants. I could see the bulge in his underwear as she caressed it. When they were lying down, it took only moments before the panties and Bob's underwear joined the rest of the clothes on the floor. The first thing a guy does in a situation like this is to check out the other mans cock to see if its bigger than his. Bob's cock was like a rock but was somewhat smaller than mine. The big difference was the size if the head on his cock. It was huge and a deep purple. Watching Pam stroke it and watching his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy almost made me want to jump out of the closet and fuck her right then and there. Soon, they moved around and got into a sixty-nine, with Pam's head at the end of the bed closest to the closet. Pam looked up at me as she was licking Bob's cock and sliding the head into her mouth. She smiled and winked at me so I would know she was in some ways.. putting on a show for me as well and that I WAS part of the experience. I could see that Bob was getting close by his movements. Before Bob came though, Pam turned around and got on top of Bob, sliding his cock into her pussy. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth.

Watching as Pam raised herself off his cock and then slowly lower herself onto him time and time again was amazing. She increased the speed as they fucked, her giving him a great ride. I heard him moaning that he was about to cum. Pam only tightened her pussy and rode him harder until I heard him yell that he was cumming. I'm surprised the whole apartment complex didn't hear him. She continued to ride him till I could see cum leaking around the sides of his softening cock.

They lay there for a while and Bob told her that he should probably be leaving so she could get cleaned up before I got home. She surprised both of us when she said, "You aren't leaving this time till after I've gotten off. You aren't finished yet." With that, she started stroking him and playing with him till he was once again hard. This time it was his time to be on top. He hammered into her for what seemed like hours before I saw her body convulsing in the passion of her orgasm. Bob followed shortly afterwards and shot a second load into her. When he pulled out, I saw a stream of white cum dribble down towards the crack of her ass. This time he did get up and started to get dressed. "This time, I have to run. We don't want to get caught. (He was out the door in a matter of minutes.) I got out of the closet as Pam was getting up.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked smiling.

I showed her my cock, smiled and said, "I think this says how much I enjoyed it. How about you?"

"I can't believe how intense it was, knowing you were watching."

I embraced her and gave her a deep kiss, moving her back to the bed, caressing her breasts as she started to breath a little deeper. 

I leaned her over the bed and kissed her deeper as I caressed her body, gently touching her pussy. I kissed her neck and made my way down to her breasts, stopping briefly to suck on her nipples before I continued down. As my tongue licked its way closer to her pussy, she grabbed my head and pulled me tighter against her. I could see Bob's cum all around her pussy from the first time he came and what was pushed out when he fucked her the second time. I could smell the mixture of Bob's cum and Pam's pussy. When my tongue first made contact with her clit, Pam went nuts. The taste was nothing like when I had tasted my own cum. She grabbed the back of my head and crushed me against her pussy.

"Oh YES!" she yelled, as she started to cum. I could feel the muscles in her stomach contract as she pushed and the cum inside her was forced out and into my mouth. I had no choice but to continue to eat her or suffocate. As the spasms of her orgasm hit her, she went wild. My mouth was now filled with a combination of Pam's and Bobs cum. Out of nowhere she said. "Eat Bobs cum from my pussy baby. I want you to eat Bob's cum". As sloppy as her pussy was, she started to slide it around all over my face, covering my entire face in their combined cum. She must have cum for two or three minutes before she came down from that high. Then she asked me, "Did you like that? It didn't take me too long to move up and slide my dick inside her and fuck her harder and faster than I ever have. It didn't take me long before I was shooting inside her adding my own cum to what was left of Bob's. Afterwards, she moved up over my face and planted her pussy on my mouth. She was so hot she was insatiable. She ground her pussy around for a while and then I felt her muscles contract as she came again. 

Afterwards, we just lay there, too exhausted to move. Finally, Pam looked over and me and kissed me saying, "That was just too incredible to believe."



Pam



"CUM...taste me...lick me...pussy...suck my wet pussy...suck me, I'm cumming in your mouth! Oh yeah...Yeah...I love the way you suck me. Mmmmmmm." Pam shook and dripped and came on my greedy tongue. I tried to drink all of her, sucking and pushing my tongue as far inside her as I could.

"Oh...I like that," Pam breathed, as she lifted her wet sex from my mouth, "I really do love the way you lick me, you little pussy slut," she laughed.

I grinned as I saw the opportunity. Grasping each of her ankles in my hands, I simply sat up. Unable to move her feet, Pam rolled straight onto her back between my spread legs with her legs tucked underneath her. She couldn't move forward, and she couldn't move back. With one foot on either side my hips and her legs bent under at the knee, Pam's pussy, in all its wet, swollen beauty, was spread open in front of my eyes.

I grinned down at her. "No wonder I love being your pussy slut, Pam, look at what a beautiful pussy you have."

Pam tried to move and realized that she couldn't. I could tell she was slightly embarrassed at having her wet pussy exposed like this to my eyes, even despite the fact that only a moment ago she had been lustfully grinding her clit on my mouth. But she was also turned on. There were those eyes again, but with yet another look burning in them. My eyes caressing her exposed pussy was driving her insane with desire. She tried to move more strenuously, I merely increased the pressure of my grip on her ankles. She wasn't going anywhere. And as she realized that, I could feel her knees begin to rhythmically press against my hips...before my eyes her pussy began to thrust toward me...she was fucking my eyes! I could see her becoming wetter...her clit peeking out from under its hood. This woman was getting off just from me watching her pussy...the thrill of not being able to cover herself from my sight. 

"What are you doing, Pam?" I asked her, smiling.

"You're making me cum again...I can't help it. You're making me be bad."

"Do you want me to let you up?"

"YES!" She almost shouted, but even as the word spilled from her lips, her knees pressed harder and her pussy thrust a bit closer to me. "I know you can make me...show you," she gasped, "You don't have to hold me...just say it. Just...tell me....to show you. I will. You know I want you...to see. Look how wet I am! Oh fuck! You are making me...I can't stop you...."

"If I let you go, will you suck my cock, Pam?" 

"I'll do anything you want. I can't stop you."

"Do you want to stop me, Pam?"

She hesitated. I pressed another button. "Do you want me to let you go so you can be the slut you want to be?"

"You're making me a slut. You showed me dirty movies. You're making me want to be a slut...to be your slut."

"Do you want to suck my cock like a good slut, Pam?"

Pam's pussy was dripping. Her wetness running down her lips to her ass...there was a wet spot on the sheets underneath her sexy ass.

"God yes! Please make me suck your cock. Let me show you what a good slut I can be when you make me cum!"

I released Pam's ankles and she scrambled onto her knees between my legs. As she lowered her head, I heard her breath the words, "Thank you." Then I felt her mouth envelop the head of my cock. She sucked two or three times quickly and then opened her mouth wide and simply let the head press into the roof of her mouth. That's when I felt her tongue. It was a little confusing at first. I could feel only the head of my cock in her mouth, but I could feel her tongue stroking the very base. I whipped my head up to look. Substantially more of my cock than just the head was in Pam's mouth, but because she had opened her mouth very wide, the only sensation of contact was where the tip pressed against her palate. This sexy, sensual woman then extended her tongue and curled the tip into the underside to stroke me.

"What are you doing to me?" I gasped.

"Being bad," Pam replied, "Being your little slut and showing you what I do when you make me cum."

A few more flicks of her tongue and then Pam slowly took my entire seven inches into her mouth, all the way, until the head of my cock slid tightly into her pulsing throat. She held me there, milking me with her throat, and then slid back to take a breath, drawing it around my shaft as her fingers massaged my balls.

She alternated licking my cock, holding it in her hand and running her tongue up and down my length, with greedy, sucking, erotic strokes in and out of her throat. I had to feel her hot pussy.

"Pam, baby...you have to stop or I'm going to cum."

She mewled around my throbbing cock, obviously loving the idea that I would erupt in her hot mouth.

"Next time, Pam. I want to fuck you. I want to slide my cock deep inside your wet pussy."

Pam pulled off my cock and spun around, immediately lowering her head to the mattress, arching her back and thrusting her incredibly sexy ass, still covered by the most sheer black silk, up in the air. Her breasts were pressed into the mattress as she began wiggling her ass at me and spreading her knees even further apart.

Some women have an ass that's perfectly designed for fucking from behind and Pam was close to setting the standard. Two perfectly smooth, round, firm globes...her gorgeous wet pussy swollen, open and exposed save for the most sheer silk, there for my pleasure. Her tight, clenching ass, waiting for me to tease. Her trembling thighs, spread wide, inviting my pleasure.

I moved behind her and gently scratched my fingers up and down her back. Pam responded by rubbing her ass back against my hard cock and moaning, "Please, Lover...don't make me wait for it. I need you in me. Fuck me! Fuck my hot pussy!"

Gripping my aching cock in my hand, I ran the head up and down Pam's dripping, sucking slit. She pushed back, trying to push her wet sex back onto me. I held her hips with my other hand, pulling the wet head of my cock up to stroke her ass. Pam gasped at the contact and I slid my cock back down across her pussy and over her clit. I slipped one finger into my mouth and let the tip trail again over her tight rim. Pam gasped again.

The head of my cock was leaking precum as it pushed between her puffy labia, opening her for the that first, slow, wonderful stretching as she adjusted to the swollen head of my sex. I placed on hand on the small of her back, the other on her hip as I pushed forward, sliding my long, thick cock into her hot pussy. God, was she tight! Contracting, pulsing around me...hot, wet...pulling me deeper, I could feel my cock twitching inside her incredible wetness.

Pam moaned from deep in her throat as I entered her, pushing back slowly but firmly, taking me all the way until I felt the head of my cock pushing past her cervix to touch her deep inside.

"My God! You're so big!" Pam was moving her hips in tight little circles, stroking her inner walls on the head of my aching cock. "I feel so full. Fuck me...God! Fuck me with that lovely cock! Fuck me...cum in me...on me...I want it in me...ooooohhh fuck..."

I was slowly beginning to stroke my cock in and out of Pam's sweet pussy, the force of my thrusts increasing in proportion to the lusty words coming from my lover's mouth. I felt her hand reaching back between her thighs to caress my balls and play with her swollen clit. As soon I felt her feather touch on my ball, I knew I wouldn't last very long. When Pam's entire body began to shake and she moaned, "OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" I lost it.

Pam was moaning "fuck me...cum...make me cum...cumming...fuck...cumming...oh fuck..." and shaking beneath me as her pussy spasmed around my hot cock in ways I cannot begin to describe.

With my hands gripping her hips and my cock pounding in and out of her dripping pussy, Pam came. The scream actually scared me, it was so loud and so sudden, but even the adrenaline rush of being startled couldn't hold back my orgasm. With a couple of shaking thrusts, I buried my cock as deeply in Pam's hot sex as I could and released jet after jet of thick, hot cum.

Pam was babbling, "I feel it...in me...cum...cum in me...that's right, baby, fill me up...give me your sweet cum...in me...in me, baby...in my hot little pussy...cum for me...give it all to me...oh yeah..."

I collapsed forward as Pam slid out flat, my cock still in her, my weight supported by my arms and my pelvis pressed into her sexy, firm ass. She raised her head to kiss me as my cock softened and slipped from her. I rolled onto my back. The phone rang. I knew who it was.

"Hello? It's 5:00 am...whoever this is better have a damn good reason for calling."

"This is the Desk Clerk, Sir."

"What's with all the screaming going on up here?" I demanded sharply.

"That's why I was calling, Sir, you see we've had some calls..."

"I bet you have. Damn people up here screaming and yelling all night! How am I supposed to get any sleep? For the price of scallops and a bed around here, you'd think I could get some peace and quiet. We'll be checking out in about an hour, and I hope you have an explanation for all of this."

I hung up the phone, rolled over and kissed Pam. She draped her arms around me. Smiled again. Sigh.

"I just want you to know something," Pam said quietly, "...it's just that...I mean...we only met last night and...all of this...it's just..."

"Sweetness," I smiled back at her, "you and I are going to have a lot of time to explain why we wound up here, tonight, starting this. That is, assuming we ever decide it's one of those 'Why' questions that's really worth asking."

About an hour later, after a wonderful hot shower together in the marble bathroom and an unbelievable blowjob that Pam "forced" me to endure, we stepped off the elevator in the lobby.

Desk Clerk was wrapping up his night shift and calculated our bill. $260, all in. I tossed a fifty and a ten on the counter. As Pam and I stepped out into the street, she turned to me. "You never did get an explanation for all that screaming."

"I know," I replied, "but my mind is elsewhere just now."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Two things, actually. First, I want to make reservations for the same room, Neil's birthday, next year..."

Pam smiled at me. 

Second, I want to go back to the party...see if Mr. Personality is up for a rematch...way I have it figured, he still owes me $60 for the room."

Pam tucked her hand into my coat pocket and laced her fingers through mine as we walked slowly down the street, the morning after Neil Young's birthday.

-end-

All comments are welcome. Nasty comments are welcome so long as they exhibit creative use of adjectives. Cash contributions still running at zero; likewise dinner invitations and emails from nymphomaniac supermodels. Perhaps I'm setting my sights too high. Nah. The address to which you should send your donations (and please, don't let those party poopers at the PO tell you never to mail cash - that only applies when you expect to get something back - I simply intend to keep the money).... Damn...I may have just discovered a logistical problem which might explain the total lack of donations. Okay...how's this? Put all cash conations in a plain, unmarked brown paper bag. Await further instructions. AND NO COPS!