0 comments/ 71548 views/ 3 favorites Valediction By: hard_throb2001 Vanessa smiled as she noticed the discomfort of the professor out of the corner of her eye. Tongue darting in and out of her red lips, she pretended to be taking her notes down as she saw Dr Tan trying desperately to adjust himself behind the desk. The rest of the class, as usual, were oblivious to this, as they dutifully copied down the text flashing across the screen. She had been teasing him for several weeks now, and he had to be at breaking point. She first saw him at the Freshmen Orientation Tea, and knew there and then that she had to have him. But it would be on her terms. Always, her terms. The wedding band on his fourth finger didn't deter her – it never did. She noticed his intelligent eyes, easy manner with faculty and students and confident manner of speech, and couldn't wait to get started. It wasn't difficult getting him to notice her – in her short denim skirt which showed off her tanned legs to great advantage, and a fitted long sleeved white shirt with the top two buttons undone, she knew she looked good enough to eat. An added advantage she had over the bimbos fawning over him, and who wanted the same thing she did? She had actually READ Dr Tan's book on socio-cultural relations between Singapore and the United States, and so could engage him on level they couldn't. Ever. One by one, the bimbos slunk away as she started talking about specific points made in his book. She monopolised him throughout the tea, and by the end of the half hour event, was grabbing his arm to emphasise her points, laughing, sharing private jokes; she also detected his eyes straying to her cleavage, where she knew he could just make out her white lace bra. Five times. In the first month, she made it a point to sit right in the front row, where she could work on him directly without anyone else knowing what was going on. In a succession of short skirts and dresses, she flaunted herself on a weekly basis, making the most of the three hour sessions to drive Dr Tan to the point of distraction. She credited him for being to stay mostly on topic, though of course he couldn't help looking her way whenever she crossed her legs slowly right in front of him, and keeping her knees slightly spread if she was feeling especially naughty. Those were the times he stammered and lost his way. She also (of course) visited him regularly in his office, to check on the inevitable queries she had. It was a game for her to scope his room, and imagine where they could be having sex (his table, sofa, and right up against the window overlooking the library compound) or where she could be giving him a blowjob (just about everywhere). In his office, with the door closed, she would always make her way to his side of the table, hair falling over her face and just brushing his as he tried to explain the finer points of his theories. Thigh pressed against thigh, she noticed with satisfaction his sharp intakes of breath when she unwittingly placed her hand on his leg, or when she moved in closer to take a look at a diagram. It was always just a matter of when. It would be today, she decided. She had a four hour break before meeting her project group, and she knew that he had some time off on Wednesday afternoons. Besides, all the things she was doing to him had an effect on her too, and she usually found herself wet and horny after teasing the good doctor. She hadn't had a good fuck in ages – she knew it was imperative deny herself until the right one came along – from experience, the sex was that much better for the short period of abstinence. Vanessa knocked on his door, and without waiting for an answer, walked right into his office, and closed the door behind her. He was typing away on his laptop, and, she knew, trying furiously to affect some sort of nonchalance at her arrival. She sat down on the sofa facing his desk, placing her things on the floor, and waited for him to acknowledge her presence. "Ah Vanessa, there you are. So what do you have for me today?" Dr Tan smiled at her. He pushed his laptop to one side, clasping his hands and, Vanessa thought wryly, tried to hide his erection behind his desk. She returned his smile. "Dr Tan… I was wondering… in the last four weeks or so, how many times have you actually jerked off while thinking of me?" Vanessa found the most direct approaches often bore the sweetest fruit. Besides, she had waited long enough. His smile disappeared immediately. "What…what do you mean?" She saw the sweat forming on his brow. "I mean," she said, leaning back into the sofa, " that all this time, during the seminars, you've been enjoying an unobstructed view of my legs… and more." She slowly spread her legs apart, enough for him to see the black panties she had on. Unbidden, his eyes darted to between her legs, then back to her. "I just thought it was time that you get a proper look – for as long as you want." She delighted in his speechlessness. As he stared open-mouthed at her, Vanessa brought her right hand down to between her legs, and started stroking herself lightly. "Do you want me to stop? I can leave right now, if you want. Or do you want to see the pussy you've been dreaming about for the last month? The pussy you really want to slide your cock into while you're fucking your wife? Hmmmm? It's your choice Dr Tan…." All the while she was speaking, Vanessa played with herself, caressing the black lace panties she had on. "You… have to stop. Please. I can't do…." "Is that what you really want? I've been thinking about you too, Dr Tan. How nice your cock would feel inside me. I get sooo wet in your seminars, it's all I can do not to touch myself right there and then in the room." Vanessa stood up, skirt falling back to cover her, and walked over to his side of the desk. She swung his chair so he was facing her, then bent herself so she was inches from his face. "Don't you want to see how wet I am now? Don't you want to touch me? Taste me?" She breathed into his face, biting her lower lip. She stayed there for a few more seconds, then got down onto her knees, between his legs. Placing her hands on his thighs, Vanessa continued. "Are you hard right now? Do you want to show me? Do you want to feel me?" She unbuckled his belt, carefully unzipping his pants so his bulge remained untouched. Dr Tan groaned, but made no move to stop her. "Please Vanessa, don't do this. The door – it's not locked. Anyone can co…" "All you have to do, Dr Tan, is say you don't want any of this, and I'll just walk away. Just say the word. Otherwise…" Vanessa pulled his underwear down, watching hungrily as his erection sprang into view. It was a nice size, certainly not the biggest she'd ever seen, but it'd do. Just the thought of playing her lecturer like this would be more than enough to get her off. She moved her lips to within an inch of his cock, letting her warm breath flow over him. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and the look in her eyes, staring straight at him as she lowered her head and stretched her tongue towards his cock was too much for him to take. Without actually having been touched by her, Dr Tan unloaded himself with a strangled gasp, hands gripping the arms of his chair. Hips off the chair, he thrashed about spastically for some seconds, his cum spurting and flowing down his prick. Vanessa remained where she was, a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. When his orgasm had subsided, cock still rock hard, she bent forward and beginning at the base of his cock, licked his cock in broad strokes, slurping up his ejaculate. The professor placed his hands on her head, only for Vanessa to move her mouth off his cock for long enough to say," No touching me unless I say so – or it's over," before applying herself to her task again. Cleaning him thoroughly, she licked the head of his cock again, and, pursing her lips, slowly swallowed him inch by inch, all the while keeping eye contact with him. Through gritted teeth, Dr Tan found himself jerking his hips towards her hungry mouth, willing more of his cock into her warm, wet, wanton mouth, biting down his urge to scream in ecstasy as her tongue laved the underside of his cock. He had never remained this hard after cumming, this desperate to fuck someone. Then his mind went blank as he came for the second time in five minutes, this time unloading his cum into Vanessa's mouth and throat. Sucking greedily, she swallowed it all, keeping his cock in her mouth as he slowly grew flaccid. Removing her mouth with a soft plop, she licked the sides of her mouth daintily before getting back on her feet. "Did you enjoy that? I did. I almost came just sucking your hard cock." It was a lie of course, but she found it was one that seemed to work for the men. She looked at his dishevelled state, a destroyed man slumped in his chair, and totally wiped out by her ministrations. "See you next week?" She adjusted her skirt, strutted over to the sofa, picked up her things from the floor, giving him one last look at her panties stretched tightly over her pert butt, and walked out the door. A few days later, he took her on as his personal assistant, though given the amount of control she possessed over him, it was sometimes unclear who was the employee. She teased him unmercifully in countless ways, denying him release, and for three months, only, ever, gave him blowjobs or handjobs, even as he begged her for more. She was an efficient assistant, of course, and managed her work with aplomb even as she stroked him to orgasm while he was fully dressed in his office, or car, or lift; even as she brought him off under the table at the University's charity ball; and even as she made him cum in class when she discreetly lifted her skirt and spread her legs, only for him to see she was wearing nothing underneath. When they finally had sex, it was at his house, when his wife was away on a business trip. In one completely decadent weekend, Vanessa made it a personal goal to have sex in every room in the house, christening every corner with the smell of their mingled sex. Dr Tan wasn't the best lover she'd ever had – he was competent enough, but hardly imaginative or forceful, the way she liked, even as she tried her best to change habits forty years in the making. But a decently sized cock was a decently sized cock, and the man knew enough to bring her to orgasm a few times, if not quite as many times as she'd like. Six months into her University like, Vanessa liked what she had – her main lecturer twirled right around her little finger, sufficient thrills in the sack, and grades that were well on the way to getting her that valedictorian award she had her eyes on. Til Jason came into the picture. Jason Rodriguez was an asshole. Everyone knew that, but for all his attitude and cockiness, he was sometimes a lovable asshole. Of mixed parentage, born of an ex-singaporean beauty queen and an American telecommunications tycoon, he'd had it easy his whole life, in no small part due to his father's connections and money, and his good looks, which had gotten him into, and out of, trouble many a time. To say that he was popular with the girls was an understatement. They flocked around him, cooing and fawning in a manner that Vanessa thought pathetic and disgusting. She could see where and how they found him attractive – physically, at least – but she couldn't for the life of her get him. What on earth did they see in him? If boys were stupid, girls could sometimes be worse. He had his pick of chicks, and it would be fair to say that in the six months she had known of him – he was a senior – he had gone through a good portion of his groupies, fucking and leaving them in equal measure. Vanessa was no slouch herself in the looks department, of course – she knew the boys talked about her, she was told she appeared on a good many of their pitiable Top Ten lists (of Girls They'd Like to Fuck), and she'd had offers, both decent and indecent, but had ignored them all. She had caught Jason checking her out quite often, but for some reason, he'd never approached her. Chicken, she thought, though she would have loved to have him approach her, and shoot him down in front of everyone. She reviewed these thoughts of him as she saw him swaggering across the dance floor, panicking slightly as she realised Dr Tan – John – was at the bar getting her a drink. They'd become bolder in recent weeks, actually going on dates, albeit at slightly out of the way and secluded nightspots. The club they were in had a makeup of mostly expatriates, so they thought they'd be safe. But here was Jason, having arrived at their table the same time as an oblivious Dr Tan, who smiled nervously at him. "Weee-ellll! Look at what we have here! How you doing, Dr Tan? Come here often? Didn't expect you to be here. AT ALL. Luckily I didn't go down to Zouk tonight!" He leered at Vanessa, who was dressed in a baby blue halter dress with a hemline that was two thirds up her thighs. Barebacked, she had chosen not to wear a bra, and was sorely regretting the decision now as she felt Jason's gaze lingering on her erect nipples poking through the thin material. "Let me buy you two a drink? You've already got some? Ah – no matter, let me get you some more…" He signalled to the bartender, whom he obviously knew. A huge tray of drinks was brought to the table, and Jason made himself very comfortable, wedging himself in between Dr Tan and Vanessa. He chose not to notice or comment on their obvious discomfort and jitteriness, plying both the professor and Vanessa with alcohol. The professor wasn't a good drinker, and was soon a little high. He proved to be a quiet and sleepy drunk. Barely four drinks later, he was swaying and swooning, and more than a little unsteady. While Vanessa looked at him worriedly, wondering how on earth she was going to get him home, Jason started getting really forward with her, grabbing her by the waist as he chatted inanely. He dragged her to the dance floor against her wishes, saying the professor would be in safe hands, as he asked one of the waiters to keep an eye on him. By that time, it was almost midnight, and the place was packed. He held her hand as they moved into the centre of the dance space, and pulled her close to him as the band struck up a rock number. The crowd ensured they were pressed against one another, and as much as she despised him, Vanessa had to admit that at least he smelled a lot nicer than most guys, and the firm, muscular body under the snazzy shirt was…. nice to hold on to. She started trying to share the story she had come up with about how Dr Tan and her had come to be at the same table, when he shushed her, pushing himself against her even as his hands, clasped at the small of her back, pulled her to him. She felt a sizeable bulge against her tummy. Was that HIM? "I know." She looked at him, puzzled and fearful. "What?" "I know – about you and him. ALL about you. And the good Dr Tan." "There's nothing to kno…" "SHUT UP." Jason spoke quietly, but with force and menace. "The two of you think you've been so discreet, yes? Huh. Well, I've known since the beginning about you two. I've got my contacts. Little birdies who perch on my shoulder and sing little songs in my ear. And who show me the little pictures they've taken." Jason grinned broadly as he felt Vanessa go stiff in his arms. Pictures? She felt her knees go weak, and a slight nausea overtake her. Dr Tan's job; both their reputations; her future; her valedictorianship; everything. Gone. Just like that. Oh god. "Need to sit down?" She nodded without looking at him, sparing her at least the smirk he had plastered on her face. She felt close to crying, and as she looked to the professor for comfort, found him slumped over the table in a stupor. The next half an hour was a blur: a mix of bills paid, people both strange and familiar talking to her, being led out of the club into fresh air that did little to clear her head. When she gathered some of her senses, she found herself in the front seat of the familiar looking convertible that, she supposed, so many other girls had bounced around in. In the back, the professor was snoring. "I'll send you both back, don't worry. I just ah, need to get my car washed first. Have a wedding to help out with tomorrow. It'll just take ten minutes." She nodded mutely, still stung by the turn of events, and scared to death as to what Jason might do to the both of them. He'd been nice so far, but with this guy, one never knew. Jason pulled into the deserted station and waved to the two attendants. Good grief – was there anyone he didn't know? She slumped in the seat as the car was moved on the rollers into the wash area. She closed her eyes, hearing the echoes outside, feeling cocooned as the spray hit the roof of the car. "I'm waiting." Stunned out of her reverie, Vanessa opened her eyes and looked at Jason. "Waiting?" "You didn't think I was going to let you get away with it, did you? The way you've been snubbing me, turning your pretty little nose up at me the past half year. And now I've got the pics to frighten your little ass off. It's payback time." She stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "I'm a fair man. Heh. You do what I want – it's a… challenge of sorts – and if you win, I'll give you the pics and negatives, and we're all square." She sighed wearily. She knew it was too good to last. "What are you proposing?" Jason grinned and leaned back in his seat. "You make me cum, right here, NOW, before the car finishes its wash, and we're done. Cross my heart" A HANDJOB? That was what this was all about? A stupid handjob? "Time's ticking." Vanessa reached across the seat, and unzipped his jeans with some difficulty. Then she reached in and realised it wasn't that the jeans were tight – Jason Rodriguez had, hands down, the largest cock she had ever seen. It was easily one and half times the length of the professor's, and much thicker. She pulled him out of his pants, silently marvelling at its size – no wonder the girls kept going on about him in the restrooms. The bastard was fucking huge – he wasn't even completely hard yet, and already the monster was pulsing against his washboard stomach. She had her work cut out for her. Squeezing his cock in her right hand, she reached over with her left. "Only with your mouth." God he was an asshole. There was no way she could fit him easily into her mouth! Desperately aware of the time factor, though, she opted not to argue, and leant forward, gingerly licking his cock as he grabbed her hair roughly. The soap suds around the car meant little light came in, and Vanessa closed her eyes as she bent to her task. She smothered his cock with wet kisses, little licks, knowing that she was a good cocksucker, and that going by her prior experience, she had a pretty good chance of winning the challenge if she focused properly. As the almond smell of his cock and sheer length and girth presented themselves to her, Vanessa got on her knees, feet in her seat while she stabilised herself, right hand on Jason's chest, left hand on his seat, between his legs. Jason was using his right hand to direct her head and lips, while with his left hand, he slid her dress up over taut ass, exposing her white thong. Despite herself, the combination of alcohol, the sheer illicit nature of the activity she was engaged in, and the simple pleasure she found in fellatio, all worked to get her wet. Extremely wet, which fact did not escape Jason's attention, as he ran one finger over her butt, and stroked her panties, causing her butt to squirm from the attention. "My my, aren't we getting into this!" Vanessa winced as Jason smacked her butt, not hard enough to cause pain, but strong enough to feel the vibrations coursing through her body. Her cheeks burned as she thought of the field day he would have with this, knowing she had been turned on while sucking his cock. Valediction Ch. 02 Vanessa Lee shuddered as she lay back in her tub, wondering how she had gotten herself in this mess. Jason had just tossed her a towel to clean herself up, which she did in quiet embarrassment, trying to not think, or look at the petrol pump attendants who had these huge grins on their faces, and were high-fiving each other long after Jason had pulled out of the gas station. He had driven them to Professor Tan's house, leered at her as she got out, and didn't even attempt to help her as she tried to drag the professor's body out of the car. His wife was out of town, but a very disapproving maid made her way out to assist her. Vanessa had grabbed a cab home, resisting all the while the temptation to touch herself in full view of the cabby, and trying in vain to ignore her damp panties, and even damper pussy. The moment she got home, she rushed to the bathroom, drew a bath, and fingered herself to an orgasm the minute she hit the water. Now, thinking back on the evening's events, she held the shower spray under the water, directing it towards her cunt, and juddering as she replayed the scene, over and over again. Jason Rodriguez was a bastard, no doubt about it. But he had given her the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced, and he hadn't even touched her while doing it. No, all he'd done was dominate her, while she sucked on that big beautiful cock of his. Was he done with her, or was there more to come? Didn't he say that they'd have so much fun together? She half dreaded what that could mean. The next morning she found herself waking up an hour earlier than usual with butterflies in her stomach. She found herself wanting to reassert the confidence that had been in short supply the previous night. She chose her 'no-fail' outfit, the one that always got heads turning. A short flared denim skirt that came to just below her butt, which would have given half the staff and students a heart attack had she bent down to pick something up, and a tight tee with five buttons, the top three of which she left unbuttoned, showing more than a glimpse of her lacy demi-bra. Slipping on a matching pair of white thongs, she checked herself out in the mirror and instantly felt better. Knowing Jason, he would probably have spread last night's deeds to all and sundry, but as she strode into school, the (still) admiring looks she got from just about everyone told her that her reputation hadn't suffered all that much – yes, Jason had gotten the better of her that one time, but every red-blooded male still wanted to fuck her, and every girl still wished they could be her. Heads turned as she made her way to class, and Vanessa revelled in the attention. As she approached the school building, she saw Jason, his back facing her, even as the jocks he was with openly leered at her, sliding their tongues out and making lewd remarks. Jason didn't turn around at all, and she inexplicably found herself in a bad mood as she sat at her desk. That morning, she couldn't focus on her lessons, and though she amused herself by teasing the new teaching assistant by letting her legs drift open as the lesson progressed, she quickly realised by lunch that the one person she wanted lusting after her was acting as if she didn't exist at all. She decided she'd had enough, and cut afternoon class to go the college gym to work off her frustrations. Changing into her white tee and short shorts, she made her way down to the gym, which she knew would be practically empty this time of day. She limbered up, looking around at the machines and trying to mentally work out her schedule for the day. Starting with the bench press, she got on her back, grasping the bar with both hands, and inadvertently found herself thinking how similar Jason had felt in her hand the night before – smooth and hard. Instantly she felt a little moisture creep between her legs. Stop it, Vanessa. Just write off the damn incident, and thank your lucky stars he didn't try anything else. As she lifted the bar off its rest, a figure came into her view, and she started, almost dropping the weight in the process. Jason caught the bar, and gently lifted it back onto the rest. "Damn you Jason! I could have dropped the bar on me!" Her anger ignited as she recovered, and realised how close she'd come to harm. She was further incensed by his grin, which showed no trace of apology. He merely spread his legs on either side of the bench, so that his crotch was almost directly over her head as he bent down, and spoke to her. "You'll need a spotter. I'll help." He lifted the bar once more, and kept his hands on it as she grabbed the bar, and slowly eased it to her chest, breathing in deeply as she did so. She couldn't help noticing the smell that emanated from his shorts, the one that had intoxicated her the night before. It was just inches away, his manhood, and she could make out its faint outline – twitching slightly? - in his shorts. She tried to focus on the weight in her hands, and did so with a modicum of success, but performed the exercise fairly routinely, all the while very much aware of Jason's cock just hovering out of reach. She had to squirm slightly as her panties grew damp again. Apart from his eyes straying occasionally over her body as she heaved the weight, Jason hadn't behaved inappropriately at all, and she was experiencing mixed feelings as she ended the routine. He directed her silently to the free weights, where he chose a set of dumbbells for her. Vanessa faced the huge mirror that ran alongside one entire wall of the gym. Looking at herself, slightly sweaty from her efforts, and cutting one hell of a figure in the tee that now clung to her body, and the shorts that showed off her beautifully smooth legs to great effect, she knew it would be one strong willed man who wouldn't want to jump her. But Jason merely took his place behind her, holding both elbows close to her sides, as she did her arm curls. She could feel his soft breath on the back of her neck, and as the strain of the dumbbells began to tell, he moved in closer, so she could hear him breathing; he used some of his strength to help her with the weight, and she could feel his muscular arms tightening around her, almost in a an embrace that might have come across as suggestive had they not been in a gym. She could also feel something else. Pressing against her lower back. Insistently, with a heat of its own. Instinctively she arched her back and pressed her ass back against him, gyrating almost imperceptibly, squeezing her thighs as she felt her desire spread throughout her body. Still Jason did nothing, and it was a pattern that repeated itself over the next hour; him putting her through her paces in the gym, holding her waist and hips, brushing his hand across her exposed tummy, stretching her legs, and running his hands up and down her thighs – all to ostensibly make sure the proper form and posture was kept as she worked her body. Her body was burning at the end of the hour, and she was very sure most of it wasn't related to the strain from the weights. She went off to get some water, and when she returned, Jason was seated at the instructors' desk on the second level, which overlooked the entire gym. She walked up to him, and rested her arms on the metre-high partition that separated the instructors' corner from the rest of the gym. Over the loud music blaring from the speakers, she saw him mouth some words, but couldn't make it out. Leaning forward, she motioned for him to repeat himself. "Get over here and suck my cock." "What?" Stunned, she just stood there staring at him dumbly. She couldn't believe what he had just said, and looked at him uncomprehendingly. "Get. Over. Here. And. Suck. My. Cock. Now." He leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head. "We both know you want to." Shaking – from anger? From fear? Lust? – Vanessa's mind went blank. He was crazy if he thought she was going to give him a blowjob in the school gym, with the ten or so people scattered across the large room. Last night was one thing, but this was... "Now. I won't tell you again, Vanessa. Come over to other side of the partition and get on your fucking knees." Unbidden, she obeyed him, a maelstrom of lust and anger whirling inside her. She gave a quick glance around at the others in the gym – mostly buff male homosexuals preening in front of the mirror – and walked over to the desk. A few metres away, she stopped. And knelt, unsure of what to do next, and if she was really going through with this. "Take your shirt off." She complied, tossing it onto the floor beside her. "Good girl." He spread his legs. "Crawl over here and take my cock out." Vanessa moved gingerly on her knees over the 2 metres or so that separated them, and placed her hands on his thighs. Undoing the sole button on his shorts, she reached in with her right hand and drew his tool out. In the light, it looked even larger than she remembered. Without waiting for his bidding, she leant forward, and was on the verge of taking him into her mouth when he grabbed her hair roughly, holding her a few inches away from his cock. "Beg for it." Resigned, she proffered, "Please." "Not good enough." She sighed inwardly. She knew what he wanted, and was initially loath to give in to him, but figured he wasn't going to let her get away with it. "Please Jason, let me suck your cock." He relaxed visibly, and let go of her hair, though he still kept a hand on her head. She bent to her task, opening her mouth as wide as possible to receive his monster dick. He slid in more easily than she thought he would, and the taste of his cock enveloped her mouth, and whole being, as she sucked on him, torn between taking her time with his stunning cock, and wanting to get him off as quickly as possible in case anyone approached the desk. In any case, there was no hiding the pleasure she obviously derived from having him in her mouth, and she was glad that the loud music drowned out her groans as she reached her hands behind his back, pulling herself onto him, and swallowing more of his cock than she thought humanly possible. Inch by inch, she took him, suppressing her gag reflexes until she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose. She was drenched in sweat, and the realisation of the gratification she was providing him, and she found herself desperately wanting to please him, and give him a blowjob that he wouldn't forget in a hurry. Caressing his scrotum lightly with her long fingernails, she felt a familiar twitch, and a tightening of the grip on her hair. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum – I want you to suck it all up..." She redoubled her efforts and was soon rewarded with a gush of hot semen in her mouth, which she tried her best to swallow. But there was too much, and some dribbled out of her mouth onto her chest. Jason scooped up his cum from her chest with two fingers, and directed them towards her mouth, which accepted his fingers readily, and Vanessa continued sucking on his fingers long after they had been licked clean. Obediently, she buttoned him up, and put her t shirt back on, but remained on her knees, her eyes locked on his. "Get cleaned up, and meet me in the men's shower room in five min. I'm not done with you yet." Jason stood up, and walked off, leaving Vanessa on her knees. Shortly after, she entered tentatively into the shower room, which was empty except for one cubicle, from which she heard the sound of water running. Making her way to the cubicle at the end of the room, she peered in and saw Jason naked, showering, the soap and water cascading off his leanly muscular frame, his cock that had lately been in her mouth jutting out at an angle. He opened his eyes, and crooked one finger at her. Without even bothering to take her clothes off, Vanessa walked into the shower cubicle, the strong warm spray soaking her immediately from head to toe. Grasping her shoulders, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her roughly, one hand pulling her head towards his, the other at the small of her back, pressing her body to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him, feeling lightheaded as he jerked forward, his cock forcing itself against her covered cunt. Even through the material, she could feel the heat and the pressure of his cock, and as he ground his crotch into hers a few more times, the desire that had been threatening to spill over from the moment she had seen him that day, burst forth, and as she came, hard, she released her mouth from his kiss to groan incoherently, muttering "oh god" over and over again. He didn't stop his thrusting, and had her cumming two more times in the space of a minute as he clamped his mouth on the nape of her neck, biting down with savage pleasure as he felt her trembling, shivering body shake violently with the force of her orgasms. Setting her down, he let go of her when her feet touched the ground, and let her crumple slowly to the floor, the shower beating down onto her exhausted, spent, quivering form. Jason laughed, and walked out of the cubicle, drying and dressing himself. Squatting down beside her, he lifted her head up towards him, noticing with satisfaction the occasional spasm that racked her body. "This is turning out to be a lot more promising than I had thought, Vanessa. Friday night, there's a party at Deidre's. If you're a good girl, and do exactly as you're told," Jason grinned, staring at her as she fought to catch her breath, "I might just give you what you want – I'll fuck your brains out." Valediction Ch. 03 After the last incident with Jason at the men's shower room, Vanessa had felt deeply humiliated -- he had made use of her, had treated her like a rag doll to do with as he pleased. Had made her come so hard she still shuddered when she imagined his body thrusting against her clothed form, bringing her to orgasm as the jets of water rained down on the both of them. Vanessa's cheeks still burned at the thought of her trying desperately to cling to Jason even as he shrugged her off easily, dressed and left. Later that night though, warm and lying under the covers, her thoughts were on another thing entirely. The way his shoulder had felt as she bit into it, his back muscles bunching up under her fingers as she grabbed at them, how perfectly her legs fit around his waist, how wonderful his cock had felt as it pressed against her mound. She slid her fingers between her legs, feeling a jolt as her fingers met her clitoris. She was a frequent masturbater, but in the days since that very first episode at the gas station, she found herself constantly unsatisfied, even though she touched herself several times a day. It just didn't seem enough anymore, and it frustrated her, especially since she also found she couldn't bring herself off unless she was thinking of Jason and that cock of his. Nonetheless, nothing stopped her from replaying every moment that afternoon, her down on her knees and begging like a slut for the permission to take his cock in her wet, hungry mouth. She moaned softly as she stroked herself, denying herself the pleasure of cumming, as she wanted to prolong the sensations coursing through her body now, as her fingers grew slick with her own juices, tongue lashing out to lick her lips, the low groan in her throat gaining in volume and pitch as her hips raised off the bed to meet her fingers, both hands between her legs now as she thrashed about underneath the sheets. She flipped herself over, just in time, as a scream caught in her throat, her hips pushing down now in her fingers, into her bed, her squeals muffled by her pillow as she imagined Jason taking her roughly by her waist, lifting her butt up, and plunging down into her core as she scrabbled at the bedsheets, pleading him to fuck her harder. And harder. And faster. Til she came, again, and again, sobbing, her body exhausted beyond its limits. Panting, Vanessa decided that she couldn't wait til Deidre's party the next night, she was just too goddamn horny, and it had been too long since she felt in control. She opened her wardrobe, and went with sexy sophisticated. No college boys tonight, she was looking for men. She picked out a pair of pants that hugged her pert ass, but which was otherwise loose enough to be comfortable in, and which she knew she would look fantastic in when dancing. For her top, she choose a bustier with lace trimming she had saved for just such an occasion -- it showed off her creamy shoulders and narrow waist to great effect, and the back was entirely criss-crossed with lace-ups, which for some reason always excited men. Add in make-up to the mix, with her hair done up, and her four inch fuck-me pumps, Vanessa was ready for her night out. She knew exactly where she was headed. The clubs were out for her. The kids there wouldn't be able to appreciate her dressing, and in any case, the chances of her having to fend off pesky boys who were way out of her league were extremely high, too high for her to bother with. The hotel bar she had in mind had a good mix of out of towners, beautiful locals, with patrons would could chill or dance their hearts out as their fancies dictated. And, Vanessa mused, if things got interesting, there were more than enough dark corners for her to play in. When she got there, the long line spilling around the corner didn't bother her -- she knew the bouncer, and in any case the way she looked (and felt) she could have walked into any place tonight and not be stopped. She loved the envious eyes on her as she strutted through the entrance, the women wishing they had paid a little more attention to their dressing, the men mentally undressing her and wishing they had her by their sides. She choose a seat at the bar where she could view the action, and where she was in a position to be viewed. Sipping her margarita, it wasn't long before she had a couple of propositions, which she turned down. She was horny, but she wouldn't settle. Not tonight. Tonight, she was in the mood for games. "For you, miss. From the trio in the corner over there." The bartender set down another margarita, and Vanessa followed his gaze to three suited men in a dim corner of the room. They smiled and waved her over. Mid to late twenties, she figured, business types out on a trip, and looking for harmless fun. Kept themselves fairly well maintained, and were sharp dressers. Hmmm, she thought -- three? They looked fun enough, and on first glance, certainly didn't look sleazy. Why not? Vanessa smiled, and walked over to their booth seat. "Thanks for the drink, boys. I'm actually waiting for some friends, who are late as usual." She wasn't, of course, but she had found in her experience that a little lie like that could get her out of a spot if the situation grew dreary or out of control. "That's not a problem. We just thought it was criminal that a woman like you shouldn't be left by herself without a drink, or a companion. You never know what kind of people you find in these places." The first man's eyes twinkled as he said this. Not the best looking of the three, but she could already this would be the charmer amongst the three. He had a nice smile, and the body of an ex-athlete -- stocky, but well proportioned. "Hi, I'm Frank, and these are my colleagues, Kyle and Brad. Would you care to join us?" "Well, my friends might be here soon, so I ..." "It's fine," Frank cut in smoothly. "Your friends can join us too -- or if you find us terribly boring, well, we'll let you off if you can come up with a good enough excuse." Vanessa laughed and nodded. Frank immediately got up, and made space for her, so she was sandwiched between the three of them, Kyle and Brad on her right, and Frank on her left. It turned out they were consultants with an MNC, and were due back in New York the next day. Kyle was the good looking but shy one, an ex-college football player who must have weighed 200 over pounds, and who still looked like he could take on an entire team. Brad was the lean one, all sinewy muscle, who still ran marathons like when he was back in college, which was where the three had met. They were fun loving sorts, and a couple of tequila shots in, Vanessa was having the most entertaining night in recent memory. Their easy banter and charisma got to her, and her mind raced as she tried to figure which of the three she'd take home tonight. They were somewhat free, if respectful, with their hands -- she found their hands on her arm, shoulders, and waist, but nothing to suggest they would be up to anything funny. An hour in, all mention of her 'friends' had been quietly dropped, and she suspected that these were three guys who knew the game, and played it pretty well. As she would soon find out. "So Vanessa, here's the thing," Brad started the ball rolling. "and I know for a fact these other two pussies here are too afraid to ask -- are you in any sort of relationship at the moment? Husband, boyfriend, lesbian lover, maybe that scary hairy woman over at the bar who's been giving us the evil eye the past half hour or so? I mean, you're a very attractive woman, and we can't imagine why someone like you would not be in a relationship of any kind." "Well, Brad, and your two 'pussy' friends over there, all I can tell you is -- I'm too young to get into anything serious, and I am dating -- just, you know, not exclusively. At this stage in my life, I'm pretty much up for anything." She let that hang in the air for a while. "Anything." After a short, slightly awkward pause in which the three guys cleared their throats and exchanged glances, Frank made his move. "So here's another thing, Vanessa. We've been on many trips together, the three of us, and we've met, well, lots of women -- but the moment we set our eyes on you tonight at the bar, well, let's be honest here: our dicks got so engorged with blood we were real glad we're sitting here in this dim corner so noone could see us making, uh, adjustments." The men laughed uproariously, and Vanessa found herself joining them -- they had such few hang-ups about the whole situation, and of course she was mildly flattered at their comments, even as she was sure they had tried similar lines out on dozens of others before her. Frank continued. "And actually, before we sent the drink over to you, we had a bet amongst ourselves, as we always do, as to the colour of... your panties." Vanessa looked up at him from her drink, bemused. Smiling, she asked, "And do you boys ALWAYS bet on the same thing?" "It's a... tradition." "And who always wins?" "WE all do!" the three cried out in unison, laughing and slapping each other on the back. They looked at her expectantly. "Well?" "Well... what did the three of you bet on?" "Ah well," Brad grinned. "We'd tell you, but you might cheat..." "Geez, you men... ok. It's white. So who won?" "Not yet. How do we know you're not lying?" Mock sighing, Vanessa motioned them closer, and leaning forward onto the table, pulled the waistband of her pants down slightly so the top of her white lace thong was showing. "Happy?" "Well, it's so dark in here... you can't really see anything in this light..." They murmured their protests, while she shoved them back, giggling despite herself. "And what do you boys want then?" "Well, Vanessa," It was Kyle, of all people. "Why don't you take them off and show it to us? Just, you know, to make sure that we're all in agreement on this. There's a hundred bucks riding on this. Serious money." She looked at each one in turn. "You're serious about this?" "Go to the ladies' room. And take off your panties. Now." Kyle's tone changed abruptly, not to something that was threatening, but a voice that was used to being obeyed. The mood had transformed, and the repartee and chit chat had been replaced by something else, a tension that Vanessa could feel all the way from her throat to between her legs. She didn't have to touch her panties to know they were completely soaked. Wordlessly, she got up, Frank making way for her. Her heart was pounding as she made her way to the restroom, found a clean cubicle, and sat down. Her thong had hooks at either side, so she didn't have to remove her pants to take them off. The smell of her sex permeated the cubicle, and she stuffed the damp thong into her handbag. The soft material of her pants felt good against her aching cunt, but she wondered how long it would be before her juices soaked through that as well. Her entire body was trembling -- Kyle's words and tone had struck a chord inside her, and she was amazed at the speed with which she followed his instructions. She'd never thought of herself as someone who enjoyed being dominated, but since Jason had come into her life, thoughts of letting go, and submitting to a virile, alpha male, one who knew how to push her buttons, tease her, toy with her mind til she could think of nothing else but to give in and let him have his way -- she knew now that was all she wanted. She'd come to the bar tonight to reclaim some measure of control, but what the night held for her, she could only guess. When she got back to the table, there was definitely an air of expectation present. They made way for her again, and as she slid into the booth, she slipped her panties into Brad's waiting hands. "Well, whaddya know guys -- they are white!" He passed them around, and Vanessa felt the slightest thrill as they took turns checking the thong out, then looking lustily at her. "What wouldn't I give to see you prancing around in nothing but these..." Frank enthused. "Vanessa, you want to know what you've done to us?" Without waiting for a reply, Brad took her hand and placed it on his crotch. A little surprised at his bluntness, Vanessa nonetheless kept her hand, noting how good his bulge felt in her hand. She gave it a light squeeze, and was rewarded by the sight of Brad jerking once involuntarily. Her left hand was now occupied with Frank's hard on, while on her far right, Kyle looked on silently. The two men whose cocks she was fondling leaned into her and started nuzzling the nape of her neck, one on either side. Her weak spot. She came, right there, her hands grasping at the two men who were kissing her neck, licking her behind her ears, all four arms stroking her tummy, her waist, her thighs, the tops of her breasts.... Luckily, the music was loud enough for her groans not to be heard, as she threw her head back, eyes closed, feeling her pussy contract, tingling all over. She opened her eyes to shit eating grins on the faces of the three men. Before she could say anything, Kyle, who had been watching all this while, grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor, where a hypnotic beat had started playing. He pulled her close to him, her head reaching to just below his chin, his bear arms wrapped around her, one on the small of her back, the other, cupping her right buttock. She could feel his sizeable erection pressing just against the top of her mound. And wanted, no needed, to feel more of him. She strained against him, lifting herself on tiptoe, hands around his neck so she could slide up and down his muscular frame, pressing herself, pressing her cunt against Kyle's bulge, which was growing by the minute, and pushing ever more insistently on her pussy, which was on fire. Her movements would have been awkward had not Kyle's strong arms been lifting her slightly, so she was assisted in her efforts. Vanessa was so engrossed in her little 'dance' with Kyle, that she only realized there was someone else behind her, when she felt a breath on the back of her neck. She turned her head, and through lust-laden eyelids, saw Brad taking his place, pressing the entire length of his body against her. Or rather, she felt him -- his hands encircled her waist, helping to lift her a few centimeters off the floor. He was a little shorter than Kyle, so his cock fit perfectly in the crevice between her butt cheeks, the two men grinding their cocks, dry fucking her right there on the dance floor. Vanessa could only imagine what she must look like to the rest of the bar -- a wanton slut who was close to ripping her clothes off and begging to be fucked by two, if not three, men. And then she realized she couldn't care less. Every nerve in her body quivered, every fibre of her being was aching to be touched and licked and sucked and kissed. As Kyle kissed her roughly on the lips, and Brad nibbled on her ear at the same time, she exploded again, bucking helplessly against the two bodies, an endless series of contractions that resulted in a low guttural moan issuing forth from her throat, which the crowd could hear this time. Frank hurried up to the three of them, and murmured if it wouldn't be wiser to carry on their activities in a less public place. He headed out, and the three followed, leaving a trail of shocked, and extremely horny patrons in their wake. The three were staying at that same hotel, so it was a short walk to the elevator that would take them to their rooms. None of them said a word the whole way, though their bodies were buzzing with anticipation. The four of them piled into Frank's room, a luxurious suite that featured a large chaise lounge by the windows, and a four poster king sized bed that dominated the area. Vanessa was exhausted -- but not sated -- by her series of orgasms, but it had also cleared her head somewhat, and she was determined to take control of the situation once again. She motioned for Brad and Frank to sit on the bed, and Kyle to be on the lounge chair. Walking over to the entertainment system, she turned it on, slowly flipping through the various channels until she found one playing the music she was looking for, all the while aware of the eagerness of the three men, and decided to tease them until they begged for release. The bump and grind music slowly filled the room, and as the men watched her hungrily, she just took up a central position and started dancing by herself, pushing the men back when they attempted to join her there. She moved sensuously, running her hands up and down her body, over her breasts and between her legs, all the while still fully clothed. Still dancing, Vanessa outlined what she expected of them -- no touching her unless she gave the go ahead, no touching themselves unless she said so, and most definitely, no fucking her -- she was lucid enough to remember that she was supposed to meet Jason tomorrow night at Deidre's, and horny as she was at the moment, she knew there was really only one cock she wanted in her pussy. Their faces fell when they heard the rules, but they quickly figured what they were about to get was way beyond what they had expected when they had suggested drinks after dinner, so they dumbly nodded their heads. She motioned to the men on the bed that they could take their clothes off, which they did in double quick time. They sat back down on the bed, erections pointing at the ceiling. "Kyle," Vanessa began, "has been a good boy the whole night, so Kyle gets to play with me. If the two of you prove to be fast learners, maybe I'll let you play too." She stood in front of Kyle, in full view of the other two too, and moved her right hand down into her pants, making sure her eyes were on Kyle's the whole time. Her eyes fluttered a moment from the pleasure as her right index finger slid into her wet cunt. She drew the digit out again, and showed the finger, slick with her juices, to Kyle. "Do you want a taste?" Vanessa offered it to him, teasingly. Holding out her hand, she bent at the waist to move her digit closer. As he stuck his tongue out to receive it, she withdrew it, lifted it to her own mouth, and sucked on it, maintaining the eye contact. "Maybe later?" she smiled, and got on her knees between his outspread legs. Moving her hands along his pants, she stroked and massaged his thighs, moving closer to the bulge that was straining in his clothing. She could see the outline against his chinos. She reached for it, grazing it lightly with her fingernails, and heard his sharp intake of breath. Vanessa undid his belt, and slowly unzipped his pants. Kyle raised his butt off the chair to allow her to pull his pants off. He only had boxers on, and his erection, freed from the confines of his pants, was pointing skyward. "My... is that for me? Mmmmm. I think I'd really enjoy sucking it, Kyle -- but it's so big. I don't think it'd fit...." She loved the feeling of power she had at the moment -- it was as much of a turn on as anything else. Seeing this huge man, gripping the sides of the chair with hands that she knew would much rather be on her head, forcing her red lips onto his cock, got her so wet she could hardly think straight herself. "Maybe I can just kiss it instead? Can I kiss your cock, Kyle?" the strangled gasp seemed to indicate a definitive yes. Drawing it slowly out of his boxers -- my god, she thought, it's massive! -- not as large as Jason's, but still nothing to be ashamed of at all -- she couldn't help licking her lips. She planted a kiss right on its bulbous head, sucking lightly, before making her excruciatingly slow way down the underside of his manhood, her hand gripping where her lips weren't. She could feel his body tensing, eager for more, but she took her time. They had the whole night, and she fully intended to make them beg before she was done. She made butterfly kisses all the way down his cock, the licked lightly on his scrotum, as he squirmed in the seat. Down on all fours, she knew her swaying ass, with her pants pulled tight against her rump, made an inviting sight to the two men on the bed. But they could wait. At the moment, all her attentions were focused on Kyle's cock. She bent her head to the side, and gripping his cock between her lips, slid up and down, humming softly as she did so he could feel the little vibrations as she played with his erection. Valediction Ch. 03 Then, without warning, she slid her mouth over his cock, and in one smooth movement, swallowed the entire length of his cock, relaxing her throat muscles as she did so. Vanessa found the resulting groan from Kyle extremely gratifying, and she moaned in pleasure as she sucked even harder, determined to give him a blowjob he'd never forget. Hollowing her cheeks out, she exerted pressure on the head of his penis, then spread that pressure throughout his cock as she bobbed her head up and down, keeping her eyes on Kyle's on the while, and loving every tortured expression on his face as he fought not to come too quickly. It was a battle he had lost from the start. Vanessa freed her mouth long enough to look at him teasingly and ask, 'Do you want to cum in my mouth, or all over me?' while still pumping his manhood with her hand, and Kyle just lost it, spilling over with a growl. Vanessa clamped her mouth over his cock just in time to feel him spurting heavily into her warm, waiting throat, and she drank greedily as the big man finally took it upon himself to release his hands from the chair, and grab fistfuls of Vanessa's hair, forcing her deeper onto his gushing member. She sucked him dry, leaving him spent in his chair, then turned her attention to the two naked men on the bed. Their cocks were rigid from her slutty display, but rather admirably, they had held off from touching themselves as they watched her in action. She smiled approvingly, and still swaying sensuously to the beat of the music that thumped through the room, reached behind her back to undo the strings on her bustier. She slipped it over her head, so that she was now dancing topless, with only her heels and pants on. The two men were staring hungrily at her, open mouthed, their cocks jerking, waiting to be played with. She loosened her pants, letting them fall to the floor. They were loose enough that she could step out of them, still keeping her pumps on. She bent her head towards Brad, so their lips were almost touching, and he could smell her sweet breath, lightly scented with the alcohol they had imbibed earlier. She reached down to his crotch with her right hand, and made him gasp in pleasure as she gripped him tightly. Vanessa got onto her knees, taking Frank's cock in her left hand as she did so. Both men stood on either side of her, their turgid penises held fast in her small hands. She could her their laboured breathing as she took turns giving their hard lengths some oral ministrations, slurping their cocks noisily into her mouth, Kyle watching -- and recovering from his seat on the couch, his erstwhile flaccid cock slowly gaining firmness again as he observed this hot slut deep throating his friends. Frank grabbed her hair, damp with her efforts, and pulled her roughly onto his cock, forcing his entire length into her warm mouth. Vanessa groaned, sucking noisily on his penis while still holding onto Brad's cock. She felt a presence behind her, a revitalized Kyle who wanted more. She desperately needed a cock inside her, but knew that she wanted to save herself for Jason -- they could do anything else to her tonight, but her cunt was reserved for that one beautiful cock. Standing up, she moved over to the dining table, and sat on it, feeling the cool surface on her butt. She pointed at Brad, and silently motioned him over. As he approached, she moved back onto the table, bending her knees as she did til she could place her heels on the edge, and spread her legs. She lay back. Wordlessly, Brad knelt down before her, kissing along the insides of her thighs, worshipping the hottest slut he'd ever met, and trying to prolong the moment when he would bury his tongue in her sweet cunt. The other two men moved over to the side of the table, where Vanessa's head hung over the side, her mouth an open O as she felt Brad's tongue gently licking her clitoris. God the man knew his way around one. She had chosen well. As she started writhing uncontrollably on the table, Kyle and Frank moved to either side of her, and both bent their heads and turned their attention to her breasts, flicking their tongues over and sucking on her rock hard nipples. The increased sensations on her body drew forth a groan she was certain could be heard from the hallway, not that she cared. She could feel it coming. Brad and his wonderful tongue was bringing her closer to the edge, and as he lapped away noisily, she gave upself up to the feeling of six hands and three pairs of lips tongues mouths roaming all over her perfect body. Her moans were filling the room, but she managed to gather her thoughts long enough to gasp, "Oh God please cum all over me please ...." They didn't need a second invitation. Brad moved around the table so his cock was right over her face, while the other two stood up and furiously tugged on their erections. Between Vanessa's rapid moans and her frantic stroking of her clitoris, it wasn't before long that the men, one after another spurted their hot seed onto her. Frank was first, ejaculating onto her right nipple, followed seconds later by Kyle, who managed to spray his cum over both her breasts. But it wasn't until Brad came all over her cheeks throat mouth that she finally lost it, the sluttiness of the moment pushing her over, and giving her the strongest orgasm of the night, her entire body shaking uncontrollably on the table as two fingers of one hand were buried in her snatch, while the other rubbed the still hot cum over her nipples. Screaming as her orgasm overtook her, blood rushing into her head, Vanessa blacked out. The next morning She woke up, a little disoriented from the drink and sex, her body still tingling. She found herself in the large suite, which was empty. Smiling as she recollected the night's events, she strangely found herself naked and cleaned, lying between blue satin sheets. Stretching luxuriously, she found a note by the side of the bed: Thought we should clean up our mess (hur hur). We took our time washing you up, and tucked you into bed -- we even read you a bedtime story, but don't think you heard very much of it... was a FUCKING fantastic NIGHT -- give us a call soon, and we'll be prepared this time round! In awe of the hottest woman we've ever met xxxooo Brad Kyle Frank Vanessa laughed. Now for Jason. Valediction She struggled to fit her mouth around his cock, but was slowly able to slide down his pole – she knew she didn't have much time left, and she had to resort to the tried and tested. Jason had both hands on her head now, forcing her further onto his cock, which didn't seem as if it would end. But something else was happening to her – the wetness between her legs was growing, at an alarming rate, and she was suddenly hornier than she had been in a long, long time. She squeezed her thighs together to get some relief, but that only set her off more – just having this beautiful cock in her mouth was getting her so fucking horny, and she knew if Jason just slide a finger into her now, she would be shuddering to the biggest orgasm she'd had in the past year. But he didn't, his hands were firmly on her head, and as she worked his cock desperately, she realised frantically that he wasn't anywhere near cumming – the head of his cock wasn't swelling, his hip thrusting was still steady and unhurried, and she started to panic as she recognised that she might actually lose the bet. She redoubled her efforts, and was rewarded when she felt his hips lifting off the seat, and his hands grab her hair that much harder. Eyes still closed, Vanessa was still focused on her task, but was acutely aware of a change somewhere. She tried to put it out of her mind, but it nagged at her incessantly, distracting her. Then she realised. The cocoon. It was gone. No echoes. No sound of spraying. Her eyes jerked wide open and the bright lights of the car wash hit her immediately. Jason's hands still held her down, forcing her head up and down on his cock, and as she protested violently – they were out in the open, for goodness' sake! – her yells were muffled by the thick cock in her mouth. She felt a familiar trembling in her body, and her butt and thighs were aching from the squeezing of the past, what, ten minutes? and as her yells turned into moans, her hips thrusting outwards, desperately seeking stimulation in the form of a finger, a cock, anything, she raised her eyes, and looked straight at the two car wash attendants with their cocks out, masturbating furiously as they watched Jason's cock pound in and out of her mouth. And the knowledge that these men were getting off at the sight of her, and the aching and yearning between her legs, and the beautiful, beautiful hard cock she had clenched between her lips all reached into a place deep inside her, and she knew that she was lost, truly lost, that all she wanted that moment, was not even to cum, no, but to make these men cum with her body lips breasts thighs hair tongue ass cunt, to make Jason cum, right into her mouth, down her throat, and she wanted to suck every last drop out of his wonderful prick that was doing all these things to her, and just keep sucking it forever and she felt her body shuddering wildly, her whole body spasming uncontrollably, and what started as a tremor beginning between her legs burst out to envelope her entire being, and her ecstasy exploding, exploding into a scream that sent vibrations down Jason's cock and set him off and Vanessa's body tensed for a millisecond before falling over the edge and as much as she wanted all his cum in her she sucked as much in before she had to release his cock to give vent to a deep throated cry and his cock, still cumming, sent jets of cum up and over her lips and cheeks and neck, his own bellow accompanying hers and both bodies juddering as their orgasms overtook them, one pulse, one wave following the last so they were just one series of screams and spasmodic jerkings that carried on for what seemed like forever. Their bodies lay in the car, unmoving except for their heaving chests, Jason collapsed against the driver's seat, Vanessa lying across his lap, shuddering still from the force of her orgasm. He lifted her cum-spattered face from his thighs, her eyes still straining to focus, still caught in a haze of pleasure. "Vanessa Lee, we're going to have SO MUCH fun, you and I." Jason laughed. "I can't wait."