1 comments/ 20113 views/ 1 favorites Back to Work Ch. 01 By: Beejayne When Greg arrived back at work after being gone for three years he didn't know what to expect. When he'd left the company he'd been full of high hopes, he was going into the insurance business, he was going into a new career. Now here he was, coming back to the lab, certainly not with his tail between his legs, but definitely not a success. He knew the product better than the man he worked with, and always told the customer the truth, never fudged to make a sale, but he was no salesman. So here he was back at the old job, and rather relieved to be without the pressure. As he walked down the hall to the chief chemist's office he met Gary who he'd worked with before, and while they stood talking someone jumped on him and threw her arms around his neck. It was Liz. "You're back! I'm so glad!" She said. "We'll have to talk later." That was a pleasant surprise. When he'd left Liz had been in disgrace. She was pregnant and unmarried, and the talk of the lab. He'd always had a feeling for her, and while they'd been good friends, had never gone out together because he was married. Now he was divorced and hungry for sex, having been without for a while and he wondered what her situation was. In fact as she walked away he didn't hear what Gary was saying, because he was watching her, and thinking what a nice body she had, but he just stood there nodding and agreeing with him. Then as he walked on down the hall he wondered what he might have agreed to. The interview with the head chemist didn't take long, but he found that he'd been assigned to another part of the lab and wouldn't be close to Liz as he'd hoped. He settled in quickly, and that Friday was invited to a party at the apartment of one of the guys, Jack. It seemed everyone had been invited, including Liz, who was apparently still single, and had been out with several of the men who worked for the company. As the men sat around in the office during a break, discussing the attributes of the various women who worked there, her name came up. Jack said he had been out with her a couple of times. Had he screwed her? He was asked. A gentleman doesn't discuss such things, and he smiled knowingly. George, an older technician agreed with him. But he was pressed to tell more, and finally said: "She has the softest thigh, right here." And rubbed the inside of his thigh. Greg had talked to Liz a couple of times, and when he met her in the hall later she said yes, she was going to Jack's party, she'd see him there. Here was his chance, and as she walked away from him he thought she had the most well shaped ass he'd ever seen. Liz wasn't beautiful, but she had a nice slender figure, and in a skirt, beautiful legs, so it didn't matter that her breasts were on the small side. She had long auburn hair, but said her nose was too long. Liz wore glasses, and her eyes were grey and lovely when she took them off. The trouble was that without them she couldn't see across the room. Greg gathered that since she'd come back after having the baby, which she'd given up to adoption, her reputation had been bad. Several men in the company could claim to have slept with her, but she didn't seem to care. When she'd come back to work, after having the baby, which was reputedly by a black man, the gossip had really got going. So she told her friend Bobby, that since everyone thought she was a slut she might as well live it up, be a slut, and enjoy it. When he arrived at Jack's apartment things were just getting started, and it gave him a chance to renew some old friendships. He was talking to Gary again when Liz arrived. He thought how sexy she looked, and as she circulated and he watched her talking, especially to other men, he knew he had to have her. The party progressed and he watched her dancing, her skirt flaring out just enough to show those beautiful legs. He was sitting talking with another technician when Liz dropped into a chair opposite him. She'd obviously had plenty to drink, and as she sat carelessly he was treated to another glimpse of those legs, and the underwear she was wearing. "Having a good time?" She asked him. "Great, thanks to you." "To me, what have I done?" She was puzzled. "I've loved watching you dancing, and now you sit there showing off your legs. It could make a man very excited." He told her. She laughed and pushed her skirt down. They sat talking and he told her about this marriage and his life as a failed insurance agent. He told her how he'd disappointed his wife, and that she'd left him for another insurance agent, a man who had joined them in a couple sexual escapades, until she'd decided the other man was better at it than him. "You poor baby, you really screwed that up, didn't you?" Liz laughed. "Yes I did. And it was all my idea too. Now I've been without any for weeks." Greg said hopefully. "Surely there's someone who'll accommodate you." She said as they looked into each others eyes for a few moments. Liz broke the ice. "I've got to take a pee. Back in a minute." "Hurry back." Greg said. As Liz sat on the toilet she realized she was pretty drunk. She'd like to go home with Greg or should she take him to her apartment? The door of the bathroom opened. It was Jack. "Hey, get out! Can't you see I'm peeing?" Liz giggled. "I wondered where you'd gone. I've been looking for you. I was afraid you'd gone home with someone else." And he closed the door behind him. "You mean as I usually do." Liz said as she wiped and pulled her panties up. She tried to go out past him, Jack grabbed her and kissed her. She responded, then pulled back. "Let me out, someone's waiting for me." "I've been waiting for you, and now I've got you." "Once with you was enough, Jack. Let me out." "It was twice Liz, and very good too. I want you again." "Okay, twice. Now someone else is waiting for me." And she tried to push him away. But Jack was persistent, and held her and kissed her again, while he undid her blouse with his free hand. Liz was starting to enjoy his kisses, and when she felt his hand on her breast she felt the warmth rising through her body, but she thought of Greg sitting waiting for her. "Please Jack, let me go. Maybe we could meet some other time, but now let me go." He was rolling her nipple between his fingers now, though, and her knees were getting weak. She gave a moan, a sigh. "You are a bastard, Jack. I'll scream if you don't stop that." "You'll scream all right, my love. You'll scream with pleasure." More kissing and now his hand was groping under her skirt. He found the soft part of her thigh above just above her thigh high stockings. "You have the softest thighs, Liz." He told her. "Jack, please, no, no, no. I have to go." But she made no move to go as they kissed again, mouths locked together, tongues entwined in a deep French kiss. His hand had found its way past her panties, and found the wet crevasse between her legs. He started to finger her clitoris and she knew she was lost. She'd forgotten about Greg, and all she wanted was to fuck this man whose finger was in her vagina. "You bastard, you bastard, take your hand out of my pants. Let me go." There was a knock at the bathroom door. "Hey hurry up!" Someone shouted. "Are you going to be all day in there?" "Come on." Jack told Liz. And taking her hand opened the door and pulled her behind him. She lowered her head, but whoever it was recognized her, of course. They walked past the crowd without anyone saying anything, but Liz knew they must have been noticed. Once inside his bedroom Jack wasted no time, he pushed her back on the bed, kissing, kissing, while he pulled her pants down, then off. His fingers worked on her, and soon Liz was very hot and her juices were flowing. She spread her legs for him, and he went down and started to lick her vagina. She moaned with pleasure and resigned herself to the fact that Jack was going to fuck her, because she wanted him to. However, she thought again of Greg sitting there waiting for her and thought maybe she could get this over fast and go back to him. She was in a drunken daze, though, and soon found herself almost naked, with Jack on top of her and just going to stick his penis into her. "Stop!" She said suddenly. "You don't have a rubber on. Put one on." "I haven't got any." "I don't fuck without a rubber. I'm not on the pill." There followed a heated discussion, while Liz explained that she was still with a doctor who wouldn't prescribe pills for single women. "Well, since you're the one who's so worried about getting pregnant, go see if one of the women out there has one." Liz was getting dressed to go back out with the others. "Fuck you Jack." She said as she put her panties back on. She was going to dress and go back to the party. She had her blouse on when she changed her mind. She wanted to have Jack fuck her, then she'd go back to the party. But she needed a condom. She was half dressed, blouse, panties and stockings, so she opened the door and peered out. There was Nina, but bad as her sight was without glasses, she couldn't see who else was there, but thought she'd chance it. She slipped over to Nina and whispered, asking if she had a condom. "No I don't seem to." Said Nina as she searched in her purse. "How about you Greg?" Oh no, she hadn't seen Greg, who was staring at her. "No." He said coldly looking away from her. "I got one." It was Phil, sitting in a chair a few feet away. She didn't like Phil. He was always trying to date her, always makig suggestive remarks, but now she had to accept his offer. She walked over and reached for the package, "Nice outfit, I like the stockings!" He laughed and pulled it away so that she'd have to reach over him and as she reached her blouse fell open and her breast fell toward him. He pulled it farther away, until her breast was right in his face. He leaned forward to kiss it, and when she tried to move away, took her nipple between his teeth. "Ow! You prick." As she grabbed the rubber and pulled away. She ran back into the bedroom where Jack was lying on his back with an erection pointing straight up. She ripped open the package, rolled the condom on to his penis then took her panties off jumped up on the bed and lowered herself on to his hard erection. "Oh God." She groaned as it slid deep inside her. "That's so good." "Man, you've got a nice warm, wet cunt Liz." Jack muttered, as he felt her soft, warmth surround his penis. She rode up and down on his hardness for a few minutes, but soon Jack had her on her back, legs spread wide. They were both eager for sex, and as Liz lay there, her legs open, Jack shoved his hard penis into her. She sighed deeply, all that had happened before forgotten. He was fucking her, slowly at first, but soon he was pounding her and she was loving it. Jack was groaning with pleasure as their mouths met and sealed to each other, with saliva dripping out the corner of Liz's mouth. "Baby, baby you're a good fuck." Jack told her as their mouths separated. "Just fuck me sweety. I love it when you fuck me." "Do you love me, or just my cock?" Jack asked her as he paused from pounding her. "Of course I love you, you bastard. Just don't stop." Liz couldn't remember what happened after that except that they were fucking, fucking, fucking. One moment she was on her knees with Jack taking her from behind, then she was on her side, next she was on her back, and opened her eyes to see who was fucking her. She'd had more than one orgasm and the pleasure was almost unbearable. As she lay on her back again with Jack between her legs, she felt him come. He gave several hard thrusts, and groaned and groaned with the joy of it. Then he was still, her legs wrapped around him. In the living room they could hear the noise from the bedroom. "It sounds as if our host has gone to bed." Someone chuckled. "Yes, I saw him and Liz come out of the bathroom." Sandy, a chubby little blond girl said. One of the men turned up the music to cover the sound. "I'm going home." Greg said. He was really angry at Liz. That should have been him fucking her, and he wanted to smash Jack in the face. In fact, to beat them both up would have given him great pleasure. As he walked out to his car he thought of ways he could get back at them. He'd never talk to Liz again, of course. She was an absolute slut, and maybe he'd tell her that to her face, first, then give her the silent treatment -- forever. And Jack. How could he fix Jack? Maybe screw up something he was doing in the lab. Or how about doing something to the car he was so proud of. He'd think of something. Liz fell asleep or passed out. She woke up some time later to find Jack on top of her again, with his penis inside her, fucking her, then, in spite of the pleasure she was feeling, she drifted off again, and lay in a daze as Jack continued to fuck her. It felt so good lying there half asleep and enjoying the warmth that filled her body, then waking for a moment to have a gentle orgasm, then drift off again. The living room was almost empty, and when the regular pounding from the living room started again the last couple got up and left, leaving Phil alone. The sound from the bedroom was making him very horny. He took his cock out. It was rock hard, and as he listened to the sounds of Jack screwing Liz he stroked it gently. He thought of just masturbating right there. It would be fun to just let his sperm shoot on to the floor, so he got up and started to jack off, when he heard a muffled groan from the bedroom then nothing. He walked over and listened at the door. Silence. This was no fun, but maybe if he went in he could get in bed with them and........ The door opened and he found himself face to face with Jack. "Hi, I was just wondering if I came in if I could get in on the fun." "That would be okay with me, and right now I don't think Liz would know the difference. She's passed out." Jack told him. "It's okay with you then?" Phil asked Jack. "Go ahead, fuck her." As Phil went in Jack said. "Got a rubber?" "No, I gave you my last one." "Well, I lost it in the bed somewhere. If you can find it you can use it." Jack laughed softly. He thought for a minute, then said, "Go for it!" It would give him a kick to see her pregnant again. Liz was lying on her side with her back to him, so Phil lifted the covers and grasping her hips pulled her toward him, toward the edge of the bed. "No Jack, that's enough." She murmured softly. He paused, then pulled her back some more until her ass was hanging over the edge of the bed. He took out his stiff cock and felt around between her buttocks until he found her vulva, and slipped his cock into her slippery, wet slit. Liz gave a deep sigh: "Jack, oh Jack, not again." But it felt so good she moved back toward him. Phil started to fuck her and she responded, moving her bottom to his rhythm. Phil heard the bedroom door open quietly behind him. Jack was having second thoughts. If she got pregnant she'd blame him and he hoped to stop Phil before he got too far, but Phil was getting right into it, and Liz whimpered with pleasure as he quickened his pace. He was so worked up he couldn't last long, and soon gave her several hard thrusts, and grunted aloud as he shot his sperm deep into her vagina. As he pulled out Jack handed him Liz's blouse which was lying on the floor, and he wiped himself off on it. "Mmmmm..nice." Liz murmured as she felt his cock pulling out of her. He dropped her blouse on the floor and went out. That had been so good, maybe the fact that she didn't know it was him added to the pleasure. "You like that?" Jack asked. "Good stuff." Phil answered him. "I'd like to try it again some time." "I started to worry because you weren't using a rubber. She's not on the pill." "Oh shit! I thought it was disease you were worried about. Do you think I might have knocked her up?" Phil was worried. Jack smiled. "How would I know? And yes there is VD. She fucks around a lot and who knows what she might pick up. But if she gets pregnant she'll blame me, and I'll come looking for you to help out. She's already had one kid, and will probably want to get rid of another one." "Yeah, okay, I'll help. That was a good fuck though. I'm about ready to go back in and do it again." "Goodnight Phil." Jack said firmly. "Okay, I can take a hint, 'night Jack." And as Phil went out the door Jack locked it behind him. Jack went back to the bedroom where Liz was lying just the way Phil had left her, on her side with her ass hanging over the side of the bed. That's lovely, he thought. He could see her pubic hair peeking out between her thighs. He reached down and touched it, felt her moist labia in the middle of the wet matted pubic hair. He sniffed his fingers. "Whoa, nasty." He said to himself as he smelled the mix of sperm, sweat and the natural vaginal odor. He'd like to go down on his knees and follow where Phil had left off, but thought he should try to find the condom first. He pulled back the bedclothes, moved Liz over, felt everywhere in the bed. Liz moved sleepily as he moved her around. "Let me get a little sleep." She said. But no rubber. He got into bed beside her, naked, and held her bare body. Bare except she still had her stockings on - still. His penis was hard again, and as he held her from behind his cock nuzzled her anus and he thought of sticking it in there, but fell asleep before he could make the move. When he woke up it was light already, and Jack's penis was hard. He was lying next to this naked woman and wanted more of her. She rolled on to her back, and seeing her breast in front of his face he kissed it, then taking the nipple in his mouth he sucked on it gently. Liz stirred, he sucked, she moaned: "Ooooh. Oh yes." His hand slipped between her thighs and she spread her legs. His fingers found their mark and he rubbed her clitoris. Liz opened her eyes. "Jack, Jack, Jack. Just once more. You are such a greedy bastard -- so am I." He rolled on top of her and soon they were going again, but not as fervently as before, but long, deep strokes. They went on and on, her legs first clasping him, then spreading. Then, as his pace quickened, wide open and then over her head. They were both sweating as they kissed and his fingers explored her body, her other hole, and he kissed and sucked her breasts. Liz grunted to the rhythm of his strokes. She loved to fuck and this was going on and on. "Uh..uh..uh..uh.." She grunted, interspersed a couple of times with groans of ecstasy as she had an orgasm. "Aaaah, yes, oh yes.................aaaaaaaaaah." Then with a couple of hard shoves and a moan Jack came, shooting his load of sperm deep into Liz's vagina. She didn't realize that this was unprotected fucking, and used her muscles to squeeze the last drops out of his softening cock. They lay locked together for several minutes, and Jack noticed that she still had her stockings on. There was something sexy about that, and he stroked her silky leg with his hand. Liz shoved him off her and realized that she had to pee badly. She jumped out of bed and ran down the hall naked. As she sat on the toilet Liz suddenly realized that there was a lot gooey stuff leaking out of her vagina. "That son-of-a-bitch didn't use a rubber the last time!" She thought. But then there was something else coming out of her, and she started to feel nauseated. She reached between her legs and feeling something strange, pulled it out. The rubber! "Yucch!" That son-of-a-bitch had come inside her. Her head was swimming. She started to sob. "You'd better not have made me pregnant!" she said aloud. Back to Work Ch. 01 Oh God, she was such a mess, she couldn't believe he'd had such a load, not knowing that it was Phil as well as Jack. She marched back into the bedroom, the condom dangling between her thumb and finger. Jack was lying on his side, eyes closed. He felt a drop of liquid hit his face and opened his eyes to see Liz's crotch, her hair covered vagina right in front of his face. Then, splat! Liz dropped the sperm-covered condom on his face. "Here's the rubber you were supposed to be wearing that last time. You didn't have it on, and shot your load into me. If I get pregnant you're going to pay to get rid of the baby. Then I'm going to come over here and cut off your balls." She got dressed quickly as Jack sat there in the bed, protesting. It still turned him on to watch her as she put her clothes on and he wanted her again, but couldn't think of the right words in his sleepy stupor. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought I had it on. It must have come off. I'll pay for whatever you want to do. I love you Liz. Don't go like this. I'm sorry." He wanted to tell her that it wasn't just him, but Phil too, but knew that would make matters worse. With a slam of the door Liz was gone, leaving Jack sitting on the side of the bed, with slime dripping down his face, holding the used condom in his hand. "Man, that was a good piece of ass." He muttered. End Part I Back to Work Ch. 02 After the party at Jack's Liz decided to stop sleeping around. She was good-looking, slim, took care of herself and she knew how men admired her, especially her legs. She could have any man she wanted, so why did she fall for losers like Jack? The truth was, and she admitted it to herself, she just loved to fuck. Once a man kissed her, and got his hand her breast or under her skirt she was gone. Jack had called her a couple of times but she wouldn't talk to him. Well at least she hadn't got pregnant, she'd sweated that out for a month. Of course everyone knew and talked about that evening at the party but now a friend had told her that Phil was bragging about fucking her too. She was sure he hadn't been there, although when you're drunk who knows what could happen. Greg had heard about Phil too, and just shrugged it off. He'd decided he'd have nothing more to do with Liz. That she was a slut wasn't the point, it was the way she'd treated him that night. She left him sitting there, saying she'd be right back. When she suddenly appeared again, even though she only had on a blouse, panties and stockings, for a moment he thought she'd come back to him. His instant fantasy was that in spite of Jack she had come looking for him, but instead she was looking for a condom for Jack to use. He laughed at himself. What a fool. When he heard the noise from the bedroom he had left, and had avoided her ever since. Liz resolved to go straight from now on. No more one night stands, she'd find a nice guy who she'd see regularly, maybe move in with, and no more slutty behavior. But just to be sure there were no mistakes, she found a new doctor who prescribed pills for her. After a couple of months she felt really good about herself. She'd been to a couple of parties, had plenty to drink and had gone home alone. Then one evening after work a group of people from work met at a bar for a drink where she got into conversation with Fred, a German who worked in another lab. She'd always found Fred interesting and that evening they talked a lot. Fred was a big good-looking guy of about 40 with hair grey at the temples. He had a really good line that evening, and even though he was married, as they stood at the bar talking, his hand was on her ass. Liz liked the feel of his hand and was getting warm, so when he suggested they leave together she said okay. He followed her car as she drove to her apartment, and as soon as they were inside the door grabbed her and starting kissing her. That's all Liz needed, and soon her panties were off and she was spreadeagled on the bed. No condom this time and she liked the feel of his penis, the fleshy feel, in her vagina. Fred could really fuck, and after no sex for so long she was in heaven, grunting and moaning, and: "Oh God that's good." And so on. However he came quickly and she felt the warm sperm shoot deep inside her and loved the feel. "Sorry, got to run. Momma's waiting." He said as he pulled out of her, and she felt a sense of loss as she watched him pull on his pants, kissed her quickly, and was gone. She said to herself "Okay, I went without sex for two months. I'll just have sex with Fred. No more pickups at bars or parties." And she was good again for a couple of months, seeing Fred every couple of weeks. One night after Fred had left for home and his wife, Liz again felt that feeling of loss. She had the whole evening ahead of her, a Friday evening at that, and when her room mate Bobby suggested she go with her and Clem to have a drink with some of their friends, she jumped at the chance. Clem was in the navy stationed at the nearby base and he and Bobby had been going together for nearly a year. He was a tall skinny Southern guy, a great contrast to chubby, New York Jewish Bobby, and he was completely devoted to her. Liz had once had sex with him and another sailor, when they'd all been drinking, but Bobby knew nothing about it, and never would. The bunch of sailors were a lot of fun, and soon there was dancing and laughter. And Liz was drinking too much. One nice looking guy latched on to her. They dance together a few times, and then all the time. When things started to slow down, about one o'clock in the morning, he wanted to go home with her. They were within waking distance of her apartment, so they started to walk. Halfway there he stopped and pulling her toward him, kissed her. She loved it, and reaching down felt his rock hard penis. She was doomed! They quickened their pace, and were soon climbing the stairs to the apartment she shared with Bobby. As she opened the door he kissed her again, this time with real passion, all tongue. They went to her room, and he had her panties off and was feeling her vagina before she knew it, and they were fucking while she was half undressed. She felt a great sense of relief that they hadn't had to go through the condom question, which always broke up the romance of the moment. She had a super orgasm, and after he came she held him wrapped in her encircling legs. "He'll probably leave now." She thought. But instead he asked if he could stay the night, and she readily agreed. They had sex at least once more, and then in the morning he was ready again. When she got up to pee and make coffee she met Bobby. "Did you have company last night?" Bobby asked. And when she said "yes" "I thought I heard you. Who was it?" "Oh God! I don't know his name." Clem had stayed the night too, so they all had breakfast together, and for some reason the guy's name didn't come up, and after he'd left, Clem said he didn't know him. So Liz felt a little strange, she couldn't remember ever fucking a guy without at least knowing his first name. Again she resolved to stop being so easy. She'd been pretty good so far, but every time, it seemed, she slipped again. Maybe it was being on the pill that made it so easy, but at least there was no, or very little, chance of getting pregnant. About a week after her sex with the unknown sailor she started to get an itchy vaginal discharge. At first she thought it was a yeast infection and treated it as such, but when it persisted she went to the doctor. She had a thing about her new doctor. He was younger and sort of good looking, and the first time he'd examined her she was rather turned on getting up on the table, skirt up undies off, putting her feet in those stirrups and opening her legs for him. But this time she didn't feel the same, and wished he didn't have to examine her leaking itchy vagina. He took a smear of the discharge and had her wait in the waiting room while it was checked. Then the nurse called her back in. "You've got gonorrhea." He told her. "But it isn't the end of the world." He reassured her when he saw the shocked look on her face. "The disease is easily treated these days with antibiotics. However we'll have to make a report to Public Health, and notify the last person you had sex with." Liz was aghast! "I don't know who it was! Or at least I know who it was, but don't know his name or how to get hold of him." "Well you have to provide some information, so maybe you can find out. I assume there was only one." He said looking at her disapprovingly. "Well, actually there were......oh God no. Could it be Fred?" This was awful, she realized this must look terrible to the doctor, but it was just running out of her mouth. "Two men? Recently?" He was surprised. "Well, yes, Fred took me home. Then I went out in the evening with my room mate and met this sailor and..........and oh my God, Fred's married. That can't be possible." "Well, none of this is my business." The doctor said tersely. "Just see my nurse and she'll help you fill out the necessary forms." She took care of the paper work, even giving Fred's name as a recent contact, then as soon as she could, called Fred. He was furious and said he was sure it wasn't him, but that he'd get checked out anyway. It was a nightmare, and even though the antibiotic cleared the disease up quickly, she avoided men altogether because she felt unclean. She saw Fred at work, and they talked, but there was no mention of the venereal disease, until one day when they were alone he asked her if it had cleared up. When she explained that she was okay now he suggested that they get together some time. A couple of days later a group of people from the lab went out after work for a drink at the Hacienda and Liz went with them. Greg was there and they exchanged brief greetings. Then Fred came in, kissed her on the cheek and sat down beside her. Liz was torn, because while Greg had been civil to her, she'd hoped that after a couple of drinks he'd actually become friendly. But now Fred sat beside her and soon his hand was on her knee. She glanced over at Greg, but he didn't seem to have noticed Fred's possessive move. But he had. When he'd first come in and seen Liz there he had forced himself to remain aloof, but he wanted to speak to her, to tell her how nice she looked. He wanted to move so that he could see her legs as the hem of her skirt fell just above her knee when she crossed her legs. He tried to resist warming to her, remembering that night at Jack's place when she'd treated him like shit. Then Fred came in, kissed her, and plonked down beside her. Soon, out of the corner of his eye he saw Fred's hand slip from her knee under the hem of her skirt. He'd heard that Fred had been fucking her, and thought that there she was, screwing around again, this time with a married man. But as he watched discreetly he found he was getting aroused, he was feeling horny. When Fred turned to whisper something in Liz's ear his hand slipped under her skirt to her thigh, Greg saw it. She smiled and nodded. Fred got up: "I'd better be getting home. Goo' night all" He said and turning strolled casually out the door. Five minutes passed. "Me too." Said Liz. "I think I'll be going." As she avoided looking in Greg's direction. There was quiet for a moment, then: "How about that." One of the guys said. "I wouldn't mind being in Fred's shoes." "In Fred's shoes and Liz's pants." Someone else joked. One of the girls, Pat, said: "You don't know that." "Oh come on, they're screwing." Dan laughed. "How about it Phil, what's it like?" Dan asked. "What makes you think I know?" "Jack said you both screwed her that night at his party." "Hey! Were you the one who gave her the clap?" Gus asked. "What? Who said she had VD?" Phil looked worried. "Well that's the rumor." Gus went on. And the banter went on. Greg was deflated. He felt let down again after feeling so drawn to Liz, even if she was going to have sex with Fred, but now, with all this sordid stuff coming out again he just wanted out of there. Maybe he'd call Mandy, a girl he went out with sometimes, take her out to dinner, a movie, and then they'd have sex. Mandy was sweet, a little chubby for his liking, but a real nice girl. They went out every couple of weeks, then back to one of their apartments to fuck. Everyone was having so much fun talking about Liz they didn't even notice him leave. Meanwhile, Liz had arrived at her place and parked beside Fred, who was already there. They went up the stairs together and as they went in the door Fred pulled her toward him and started to kiss her passionately. Fred really enjoyed being with Liz. She was such a change from Ilse, his fat little hausfrau. Ilse had been voluptuous when they were married, but after two kids was getting fat, in fact he avoided looking at her when she was naked. She was a pretty good fuck still, but nothing like Liz. Now Liz, she could FUCK. She loved to do it and she let you know how much she liked what you did. And she'd do just about anything. Ilse would suck his cock when she was drunk, but otherwise avoided it. And even drunk, she'd spit out his sperm into a Kleenex. Liz would suck his cock dry. That VD incident worried him, though. She'd told him she'd fucked some guy the same day as he'd fucked her, and she caught the clap. Good thing it wasn't the other way round. It was a good thing the other guy hadn't fucked her first, then he, Fred, had had her, or he might have got the disease. The other thing was anal sex. She wouldn't let him fuck her in the ass, but he was working on it. In fact when he went into her bathroom to take a pee, he saw a tube of KY jelly on the counter. He picked it up and slipped it in his pocket. When he came out they kissed and kissed, as his hands explored her body. She took off her blouse and he fondled her breasts, her nipples. Then, while they still standing, his hand went under her skirt and quickly found her warm, wet vagina. Liz moaned with pleasure. "Oh, oh Fred. Oh God that's nice." "Take off your pants baby." He told her. She stepped back and did what he told her. "Now bend over the back of the couch." She did, and felt him flip her skirt up, and immediately felt his cock plunge into her. "Aaah.....aaah ...aaah" she groaned and his cock slid deep into her cunt. Then he started rhythmically pounding her hot wetness. He looked down at her lovely round buttocks; the stockings; the skirt carelessly thrown over her back, and watched his penis plunging into her pink labia. And between her buttocks he eyed her puckered anus. Fred took the KY jelly out of his pocket, and smearing a big glob on her anus and stuck first one then two fingers into it. "Oh!.....that's different." Liz said. Then after a couple of minutes he smeared another glob on, pulled out of her vagina, and in one thrust pushed his cock into her asshole. "Ow! No, no. That hurts. Stop, please stop Fred." She screamed. "You're hurting me!" But Fred held her firmly by the hips, and kept plunging his cock into her ass. She was in tears now. "Please, please stop. You'll hurt me back there." "Just a minute baby." He told her. "You're so tight I'll come in a minute. Just try to relax." She tried, but it hurt badly, then suddenly he gave a huge plunge, which felt as if it would split her open and she thought she could feel his sperm shooting deep inside her. Then he was still, his arms wrapped around her hips. "Oh, ow. That hurts." She sobbed as he pulled out of her. "That was so good, Liz my baby. So nice and tight. I'm going to have to clean up." He went into the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom Fred gave Liz a quick kiss. "Sorry, gotta run. Momma wants to go out tonight." "Can't you stay a few minutes longer?" She wanted the company, but most of all she wanted to shower because after the anal sex she felt unclean. So when he insisted he had to leave she didn't feel too bad. She sat watching television for a few minutes after she'd showered, then Bobby came home. "You're showered early." Bobby remarked. "Got a date tonight?" "No I just had a date." Liz replied bitterly. "Fred?" Bobby asked. "Fred. And he did something nasty to me. Don't ask." "Oh, I see. Some men can be unpleasant sometimes." Bobby said sympathetically. "Men can be pigs!" Liz growled. Bobby and Clem were going out to a movie and she declined Bobby's offer to go with them. Going out with a practically married couple could be a drag. Besides she needed a shower and felt like being alone. Saturday was nice and bright, so Liz and Bobby went into the city and had fun shopping. They didn't buy much but enjoyed looking. In the evening Bobby and Clem were going out with friends, so Liz was alone again. She'd decided to break it off with Fred, but now, sitting alone she'd have liked his company, but he always had to "go home to Momma." She hated it when he said that. She had a good book and read for a while, then looked at the clock. It was only nine o'clock. She poured herself a drink, scotch and water -- good! She started to read again, then had another drink. "God I'd like to fuck." She said aloud, startling herself. "I'll get dressed up and go down to that bar on the corner, pick a guy up and bring him back here." She went into the bedroom and started to put on sexy underwear, stockings, garter belt, the works. "This skirt will do." It was short, but not too short. She didn't mind a guy looking up her skirt when she was sitting on a bar stool, but not while she was standing. Then, "I wonder what Greg's doing." Again out loud to herself. "No, fuck no! I've got to stop thinking about him. Anyway, he hates me" She went back into the living room, sat for a minute then picked up the phone and dialed Greg's number. "Hello?" She heard his voice and it excited her. "It's Liz. I want to talk to you." "That's a fucking joke. You want to talk to me, great! But you want to fuck someone else." "I'll ignore that. I'm feeling down and I need to talk to someone and thought of you." There was silence from the other end of the line. Then, "Okay, let's talk." Greg said. "Can't you come over? I'd rather talk face to face." "What, have you invited someone else over for the sex part?" "Greg, really, I'm depressed and want to talk to someone." Greg was enjoying this. He'd wanted to tell Liz what he thought of her for a while, and now he was making her twist in the wind. "Suffer bitch!" He thought to himself. "So you're feeling depressed. I felt depressed in Jack's place, waiting for you to come back. And the next thing I heard was the sound of two people fucking in his bedroom. The sound of Jack fucking you." "Please forgive me for that, Greg, I was carried away by the moment." "The moment and a hard cock. Come on Liz, be serious, why should I listen to you after you've treated me like shit? No I'm not coming over. Why don't you call up Jack or Phil, or the guy who gave you the clap? Or better yet go out and pick someone up and take him to your place and fuck his brains out?" "Okay Greg, stay home and jack yourself off. I AM going out and pick up someone up and fuck his brains out. Or maybe I'll just stay home and kill myself." And Liz slammed the phone down and started to cry. Then she got up, washed her face, skipped a shower, but gave her crotch a quick wash. "If they don't like the smell too bad." She thought to herself Then started to put make up on. Nice slutty make up; too much lipstick; lots of eye shadow; a little rouge in the cheek; then those cheap flashy earrings. There, that's good, I look like a hooker and with the short skirt I shouldn't have any trouble getting picked up. The phone rang. She ignored it, probably Greg apologizing. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw before putting on a blouse and a skirt. "No panties -- I won't need them. No bra, so my nipples will show." She laughed. The phone rang again. She ignored it again. She was walking down the stairs when she heard someone coming up. She stopped and when she saw a man coming up, a man who looked up at her legs. Can he see up my skirt? She wondered. "Can he see that I don't have panties on?" And she smiled. Men, they are so easy. Greg had tried to call Liz back. He was worried because she'd sounded so depressed, and when she didn't answer after the second call he wondered if she might really go ahead with what she had threatened. Not the bit about going out and getting picked up, but about killing herself. He drove over to her apartment building, but didn't know which one was hers. He was walking up the stairs when someone came out of one of the apartments. He stopped and looked up and saw nice legs and a short skirt. It had to be, yes, it was her. "Hi, I see you're on your way out." "I told you what I was going to do." She answered him coldly. "You also said you might do something else. I was worried." "Worried?" She was touched. "You shouldn't worry, I like life too much." Back to Work Ch. 02 "Do you have to go out?" Greg asked. "You're worried that I might pick up a strange man, too?" She smiled as she asked him that. "No, that's your own business. I just thought we might have that talk, and I thought I might be able to ease some of your depression." "Well, I was counting on having sex with a stranger, but I guess I can go out after we talk." And she turned back toward her apartment. "Come on then." They sat for a few minutes talking about work, then Liz came right to the point, "I take it you don't like me having so much sex with so many guys." "I don't mind how many men you fuck." Greg quickly replied. "I just don't like being left looking like a fool while the woman I was expecting to sleep with runs off with someone else." "Ah, that's it, I thought it was a morality issue. This is all about you. Hey, look, I'll fuck who I want whenever I want: Jack, Fred, the sailor whose named I never learned, my room mate's boy friend. Anyone." "Don't get so worked up Liz, fuck whoever you want. It's just that I'd like to be included." He told her. "When I came back to work you were one of the first people I met, and you greeted me in a very friendly way. I wanted you. I hadn't had any sex for a few weeks, and I was horny as hell. Then when you left me sitting there at the party I was jealous as hell of Jack, AND mad at you for leaving me for him. But I have to tell you that yesterday, when you were with Fred and I watched you two talking, and then his hand disappeared under your skirt I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Liz got up and went over to mix them each a drink. "Hope you like scotch." She said as she handed him one, then stood in front of him while he took a sip. Greg took a drink, then setting the glass on the coffee table, ran both his hands up her legs under her skirt. "Christ! You don't have any panties on." He laughed. "Well for what I was going to do I wouldn't need any, would I?" She sat down beside him on the couch and they kissed. "Well, this is going to save me going out and finding some jerk. Someone who is probably fat and ugly and has BO. I got a jerk right here." Liz said as she smiled at Greg. They kissed again, tongues meeting, exploring each others mouths. His hand touched her breast through her blouse. He felt the erect nipple. "And no bra, either. You really were ready, weren't you?" "There's nothing worse than having a guy struggling with your bra when you're hot" His hand slipped under her short skirt as they kissed again. Liz loved the feel of a man exploring under her skirt, and her heart started to pound as his hand caressed the soft inside of her thigh. When his fingers found the wet spot in her pubic hair she sucked his tongue and she spread her legs slightly to accommodate him. Their mouths were sealed together while Greg's fingers found their way over her soft, soft thigh and penetrated Liz's wet labia. He rubbed her clitoris and she sighed deeply. "That's nice." She whispered in his ear. Greg pushed her back on the sofa, pushed her skirt up, gazed down at what he saw under the skirt, then leant down and kissed her vulva. "Oh God," She thought. "I should have taken a shower." But Greg didn't mind. He liked the smell of her: the slightly sweaty smell; the vague smell of urine; the faint. sweet smell of perfume; and overall the smell of pussy. He spread her labia and started licking. He licked right from the bottom of her vagina, along the slit and to the top where her little nubbin of a clitoris lay. He licked and licked, concentrating on her clitoris while Liz moaned with pleasure and spread wider for him to reach her most sensitive spots. He pulled away and they kissed again. They were both ready to fuck, and Greg wanted to get her into bed, to see her naked, to hold her slender body. Leaning over he picked Liz up and carried her into her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. They both started to undress, but Greg told her: "Leave your stockings and heels on, it's a fetish of mine." Then as he moved toward her he asked "Do I need a rubber?" Thinking he was referring to her recent bout of VD, she told him no, she was okay now. They kissed and kissed as they each held and explored the others body. Then Greg rolled her on to her back, and as she spread her legs he slid he hard penis into her soft wet vagina, and she gave a deep sigh "Oooh, so good." From there on it was just fucking, fucking, fucking. Twisting and turning until finally she was on her knees in front of him, and as he moved to take her from behind she said: "Not my ass, okay?" But his eyes were on the red slit in front of him that was dripping wet and his throbbing cock hit its mark. Liz was very vocal during sex, and this was no different: "Sweety, sweety...............that's so good..........harder, harder.......yes, yes right there." And so on, until, "Fred...oh Fred, that's so good......fuck me, fuck me." Greg paused. Then went on pounding her, but whispered. "It's Greg!" "Oh God Baby, I'm so sorry, aah ...aaaah. Ah there it is." As she had an orgasm. He couldn't hold off any longer and soon shot a huge wad of sperm into her. He clasped her waist as his erection subsided, then they both rolled over and she turned to face him. "God that was good. Will you be able to go again?" "Maybe." "I'm sorry about the name," She said. "Fred is the only person I've been with lately." They kissed again, this time softly, gently, lovingly. "That's the best you can do, a married man?" Greg asked. "Fred's always been kind to me, and the sex has always been good with him. The trouble is it's always quick. He says, 'I've got to go home to momma.', and that really annoys me. Anyway, I won't be seeing him again." "You won't be seeing him, why not?" Because of him? Greg wondered. "Because he fucked me anally." She answered bitterly. "You didn't like it?" "It hurt and left me sore. He held me and wouldn't stop. He virtually raped my ass." "I'm sorry. But with all the experience you've had it must have happened before." The whole subject was making Greg horny, and he was getting ready to fuck her again. "This is one area where size really matters." Liz explained. "I've had it before, but never really enjoyed it. Fred has a big cock, like you," and she reached over and touched his now-erect cock. "But I don't want to talk about it any more. Just don't you get any ideas about doing it to me." Greg had other ideas though, and his hand went to her breast. "I love your tits." "They're small. Do you like that?" Liz asked him. "They are perfect. I don't like big droopy tits." As he kissed the nipple, then took it in his mouth. He sucked on it gently at first, then hard, pulling on it with his mouth, nibbling it with his teeth. Liz moaned. Then he rolled over on her naked body, and her legs opened to accept him. As his cock slid into her she moaned with pleasure again. Their lips locked together as Liz's vagina tightened on Greg's penis. Then they were off again, fucking, fucking, wildly and endlessly it seemed. Liz grunted to the rhythm of Greg's thrusting, hard penetration. She loved to have a man on top of her, taking control and loved the feel of his firm thrusts so deep inside her body. The intense warmth spread from between her thighs throughout her body. She had an orgasm, then another, but these were just frosting on the already delicious cake. She was helpless when a man was fucking her and would do anything to continue the wonderful feeling. Men had often taken advantage of her enthusiasm and need. Greg lasted longer than before, but when he did come it was so good it was almost painful. Liz held him in her arms as their heat diminished, then rolled over with her back to him and he held her in his arms as they both fell into an exhausted sleep, Liz woke early and realized there was someone in bed beside her. It had been a while since she'd had a man stay all night, who could it be she wondered. She got up on one elbow to look. Greg! It all came back to her as she looked down on him. The argument, the sex -- good fucking. As she looked at him she thought, "Not a bad looking guy, but a bit possessive." That had been good last night -- twice. She wondered if he could be aroused again, and reached down to find his limp cock. She stroked his penis gently and after a few minutes was rewarded as it started to thicken and get hard. He rolled over on to his back and muttered something incomprehensible in his sleep. She caressed his now-hard cock and he moaned and stirred. This was fun, she thought. Then smiled, could she get it in her without him waking? As she tried to roll over on top of him his eyes flickered open, saw her face above him and muttered: "You gorgeous slut. What are you doing to me? Can't a guy get any sleep around you?" Liz kissed him. "You don't need that much sleep. Get up and get busy!" Greg did as he was told, and oh it was so nice; no haste; nor rush; just slow deep penetration. Finally, as if by accident he felt the rush of an orgasm, and in two thrusts it was over. "Umm good." He murmured, as he drifted off to sleep. For Liz it was a surprise. She had no orgasm, but the warmth spreading from between her legs penetrated to every part of her body. As she felt him ejaculate she wrapped her legs around him, and in a few minutes they were both asleep again. Greg woke later in the morning to find Liz beside him -- what a wonderful surprise. He got up, and forgetting that she had a room mate, went to the bathroom, and as he went back to the room heard a door open behind him, and a voice said, "Hi, I guess you'll be here for breakfast." It was Bobby, and seeing his startled look, she went on, "Don't worry, this has happened before." It brought him back to earth, and he couldn't help wondering how many men had spent the night with Liz. It turned him on, thinking of her lying there with her legs spread and another man between them. He resisted the temptation to get back in bed, but started to get dressed. Liz woke up, saw him getting dressed, so threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed naked. "You are absolutely yummy, edible." Greg said. "and you meant what you said." "What's that?" Liz asked him. "You were going to fuck a guy's brains out." "You bet!" Liz replied. "And I did, didn't I?" After a leisurely breakfast with Bobby and Clem, he and Liz spent all Sunday together, taking time out to go over to his place and leaving his car, because she'd said to him, "Why not spend the night at my place again, and we can ride in to work together. Unless, of course, you don't want to be seen with me." "I feel honored to be seen with you, my love." When they got to his apartment Liz looked around and said something about cleaning house, then followed him into the bedroom. She laughed at his unmade bed. Then sat on it and bounced up and down. "You only make your bed because you don't know who's going to be in it with you that night." He told her "Bastard! But there's some truth in that." Greg leaned over and kissed her, and kissed her, and soon they were lying side by side on his unmade bed, his hand caressing her breast. Liz was wearing jeans, and his hand found its way to way to her zipper, but as he started to undo it she said, "No, wait." And her hand went to his pants, to his zipper. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his stiff cock with some difficulty, then bent down and took it in her mouth. "That feels so good." Greg murmured as she started to gently suck on it, and he rolled over on his back. He couldn't help thinking that she must have done this to many guys, but it felt so good. Liz knew what she was doing, taking it deep into her mouth, then up and down the rock hard shaft, paying particular attention to the ridge around the head. After she'd sucked on his penis for several minutes, Greg said: "You know my love, I can never get off this way." Liz backed off and looked up. "Really? I've never failed yet." He was up on his elbow, and she raised up and they kissed. "Now lie back and enjoy." Liz said as she went back to work. She took him back into her mouth, this time pressing the head of his penis hard against the roof of her mouth, and moving straight up and down she was rewarded after about five minutes, when she heard him groan as he uttered: "Oh yeah, oh God yes. Suck it! Suck it baby!" And she felt the gush of his sperm hitting the back of her throat. Liz continued sucking on Greg's penis, but gently now, because she knew how sensitive a man was after he'd ejaculated, and even though she hated the taste, she swallowed every drop. When his penis was finally getting limp, she pulled back, sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Greg was still lying on his back. "Where did you learn to suck a cock like that?" He asked her. She looked down at him and smiled shyly. "I've had practice." Greg and Liz spent the rest of the afternoon together. They drove down to the bay, then walked out along the jetty and watched people fishing, holding hands as they walked. To Greg it was idyllic, but he was brought up sharply when a voice behind them called out: "Liz!" They looked around. A bearded man stood there with a big smile on his face. "Liz, how've you been? It's been a long time." "It sure has. I'm doing fine. You?" "Great. Am I interrupting something? Can we talk for a minute?" Liz smiled, "Sure. This is Greg. Greg -- Bart." And after the men had shaken hands: "Do you mind if I talk to Bart for a minute Greg?" Greg watched them talking, and Liz smiling and nodding. Then Bart kissed her and walked away. "I'm sorry about that interruption, but Bart and I go back a long way." Greg was silent, fighting back his irritation. He knew he had no claim on her, but this meeting had spoiled a wonderful afternoon for him. Noting his silence Liz said, "You're mad, aren't you?" "Well yeah, I guess so. I mean, it spoiled things for me." "I warned you." She said, "I told you I did what I wanted." "Yes," He pouted, "And fucked who you wanted. Has Bart fucked you?" "Yes. A few times. We had a real good thing going for a while." "Are you going to meet him again?" Greg asked her. "Probably. If this is going to bother you I think we should both back off, right now, before it gets any.......well, you know, before we get any closer." "You can get closer than fucking?" "Don't be difficult, Greg, you know what I mean. Before you and I get closer emotionally." "Okay, okay, I'm not going to back off, but it's going to be tough for me. I'm already getting too close emotionally." On the way back to Liz's apartment they stopped off and had a burger and fries. Bobby and Clem were eating dinner when they went in the front door of the apartment. Liz and Greg joined them for a cup of coffee when they'd finished, and shared some of the apple pie Bobby had made. They talked for a while, then Liz said she was tired and was going to shower and go to bed. After she came out of the bathroom Greg excused himself and went to take a shower, then said goodnight and went into the bedroom. Bobby laughed as Greg closed the door. "They're like newlyweds." "Who?" Clem asked. "Those two, Liz and Greg. Didn't you hear them last night, and again this morning? But nothing wakes you, does it, or you'd have been after me." "They were making a lot of noise?" He asked. "You should have heard the noise. I thought they'd break the bed down. But I hope Liz and he get together, you just can't imagine how many men she's slept with." "Oh yes I can." Thought Clem, remembering the night he and Vince had both fucked her when she was drunk. Liz was already lying in the middle of the bed half asleep when Greg went into the bedroom. He looked down at her: "You're a fine looking woman, Elizabeth, but you're going to have to move over and make room for me." And he pulled back the covers to find her naked. She opened her eyes. "Take off those fucking pajamas and get in here and rape me!" And soon they were at it again.