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Blue Light

By: the_jester



We're sitting next to each other on the couch, watching as the television steals the conversation. I glance over at you as the translucent blue hue of the TV plays with the shadows on your face, throwing the light around to give you an almost incandescent glow. I follow the light around the curves of your body, almost silhouetted against the screen, tracing an image in my mind of what you'd look like in that light without the skirt and top on. You turn to seem me staring at the hem line of your skirt and I glance away, embarrassed, hoping that you can't see my face turning red in the darkness or the growing bulge in my jeans. Much to my horror, I notice your eyes dart downwards, towards the source of my chagrin, the ever-tightening stretch of fabric across the front of my jeans. Then, to my complete amazement, just at the height of my embarrassment, an impish grin sneaks across your face as you shift slightly, sliding the hem of your already enticingly short skirt up another few inches. In the same movement you place your hand comfortably on my thigh, excitingly close to the growing warmth between my legs. 

Feeling brave, I slide my hand onto your thigh, gently massaging your leg with my fingers. Feeling even braver with every passing instant, I turn my body to meet yours, my hand slides around your waist and our lips meet in the middle. Your lips are wet and I can taste your lip gloss, cherry, on my tongue as our tongues massage each other in your mouth, in my mouth, in between our mouths. Your hand moves from my thigh to my belt buckle as one of my hands slides under your shirt, feeling your smooth abdomen, and the other slides under your firm rear, lifting the hem of your skirt above your cheek and then begins to slowly finger your thong. 

You've undone my belt buckle by now, somehow, and have begun to unzip my fly. I'm so hard that as I feel your hand grope around my waist I'm almost afraid I'm going to come right there. You undo my pants as we continue to make out, and I help you out of your shirt, exposing your white bra and bare stomach to the blue light cast out from the TV. I stand, hurriedly stepping out of my jeans and pulling off my t-shirt, exposing my bare chest to the night air and the TV's half-light. I'm standing in my boxers, before you, as you're sitting on the couch, in your bra and that oh-so-short skirt. I lean in and kiss you, deeply, passionately, caressing your check with my palm, running my fingers through your chestnut hair, the pale, moonlit glow of the now-muted TV causing our shadows to merge and play, much like our bodies are merging and playing on your couch. I kiss your lips, a long, wet kiss, and then your cheek, a little peck, teasing you oh-so-much. Then I kiss your neck, licking it, knowing that it turns you on, and watching as you close your eyes, letting me take you someplace you've never been before, but have always wanted to visit. I kiss the tops of your breasts, while you help me take off your bra, exposing your perky nipples to the flickering blue light, and then to my lips and tongue, as I kiss them, take them into my mouth, tracing them with my tongue. 

I kiss down further, tracing down your soft, smooth stomach with my lips, all the way down to the waist band of your skirt. I pull and you inch out of it, slowly, nervously, almost shaking with anticipation. You're wearing nothing but you're thong now, a cute little thing, whose colour I cannot discern in the eerie blue half-light. I kiss your waist, peeling the thong down further, past your mound, so soft and delicate in the dark. At long last, you're sitting before me, clothed in nothing but the ever-changing mix if blue light and shadows cast from the TV. Your legs are still pressed tight together, you are playing with my hair with one hand, and the other is at your mouth, your finger pressed nervously against your lips, your face distressed, nervous and excited at the same time. I stand, taking your hand in mine, and lean in close to your face. I kiss your soft, sweet lips, taking your other hand, dispelling your nervousness with my touch as my kisses relax you. I draw both your hands to my mouth, and kiss them, gazing into your eyes as I do. Even in the darkness I can see you blushing, but that you are also pleased. I smile, charming, as always, and slowly lower myself to my knees again, taking one of your hands and placing it on your thigh, so close to your already wet sex that I can smell it, taste it in the air. I kiss your thighs, slowly, easing you to spread them apart, allowing me access to what we both want. I take your hand, and guide it between your legs, encouraging you to touch yourself, to feel yourself. Your other hand continues to twirl my hair in your fingers, nervously, excitedly, as the hand between your legs finally becomes acquainted with your wet sex. You let out a small sigh as you slowly begin to rub yourself where it feels the best as I continue to watch, growing more and more aroused with every passing second. 

Your legs continue to spread wider, your body relaxing more and more with every smooth, rhythmically stroke. I lean in and kiss the inside of your thighs, already damp with perspiration and something else, an exotic taste, and sweet, like the juices of a fruit. I lick further up your legs, closer and closer to where your hand has busily gone to work, so wet, so ready. At long last I am face to face with your sex, the pink folds of flesh spread wider by your loving hand, glistening wet in the blue glow of the TV. I kiss it, softly, gauging your reaction. A tiny moan escapes your lips, the hand caressing my scalp stops, and you lean back, closing your eyes, begging for more. I kiss your wet inner lips again, longer this time, harder, pressing my lips against the ones between your legs, and this time I add my tongue to the mix. 

The result is pleasing to both of us. 

You gasp, arching your back, the hand between your legs sliding harder against your own wet flesh. I kiss it again, with more tongue, tasting your wetness, licking the edges of your lips, probing your warm, moist inner depths with my tongue, causing you to writhe and squirm above me on the couch. The TV light catches you in almost a strobe pattern as you begin to arch your back, gyrating to the rhythm created by your fingers and my tongue, your eyes closed, your breath coming in panting gasps, beads of sweat dripping off of your body, and a delicious wetness dripping from between your legs, from my tongue, staining the couch. You begin to come, bucking your hips against my face, your fingers all the way inside you now, I kiss them, lick them, as I kiss and lick your dripping sex, your throbbing clit, harder and faster, until at last, you explode. You gasp out loud and I feel your body tense and shudder. Your hand goes limp between your legs, but I do not stop, I continue, my tongue flicking in and out of your wetness, tasting you, pleasuring the warm, wet flesh. You come again, stronger this time, your whole body quivering, as you gasp for breath. I finally stop, the licking becoming less intense, finally dying down to a single, soft kiss, on your soaking wet outer lips, just like it began. I stand and lean towards you, drawing my face up close to yours. Your breath is still coming in ragged gasps; your body is still reeling from the explosions of pleasure that rocked you like waves upon the beach. 

I smile and kiss your, tenderly, at first, then with growing passion. Our parted lips mesh and our tongues dance. You taste yourself on my tongue, and you feel me, my body pressed up against yours, growing ever harder. Your hand slides down below my waist line, to the bulge continuing to grow in my boxers. I slide a hand down your stomach, cupping your mound, sliding a finger inside of you as you do. Your head tilts back and your eyes close in ecstasy as I massage your wet clit. Your hand has found me and begins to slide up and down my hard shaft. I gasp in pleasure. You smile at your newfound talent, and we turn, so that I'm sitting on the couch and you're leaning over me. My hand leaves the warmth between your legs, but you gently push me back as I lean forward to continue pleasuring you. 

You take one of your fingers and place it in your mouth, sucking on it. Then you withdraw your finger and insert it into the wet slit between your legs, sliding it up and down, eye level with where I sit on the couch. You continue to please yourself as you slowly move down to your knees on the floor in front of me, your eyes on my long, hard shaft. I gasp in amazement as you kiss it, then swallow it whole, withdraw it and softly blow on it. The sensation is indescribable. You lick me up and down, all the while fingering yourself in the artificial glow of the TV. Your mouth takes me whole, your wet lips caressing my manhood, your tongue working wonders on me. The pleasure builds and builds until I can no longer hold it in, and gasp and a moan; I release it, into your mouth. 

You swallow most of it, some of it spilling out of your mouth, dribbling down your breasts. You stand, my cum still running down your breasts, your hand still slowly, rhythmically massaging that wonderful wet place between your legs. You sit next to me on the couch, curled up, our naked bodies pressed against each other. I lick my cum off of your breasts, and we kiss, and I taste myself in your mouth, just as you must have tasted your own juice in mine. Our hands and mouths and tongues continue to explore each other's glistening bodies for hours, discovering pleasure such as we have never known, before, at long last, you fall asleep with your head on my shoulder, your arms wrapped around me and mine around you, in the ever-flickering blue moon-lit glow of the TV…

Blue Light Special



I knew I should have stopped at the third drink. I had not eaten anything since breakfast and the rum went straight to my head, eliminating any common sense. And there I found myself, standing on top of the table at the Alibi Lounge Bar and Grill, announcing a "Blue Light Special" on blowjobs. 

I love giving head, and the rum just prompted me to share my love of it. I announced to those in earshot, "a quarter a suck, a dollar a blow." Suddenly, there was a line of men, all ages, at my booth, quarters and dollars in hand. I giggled with delight and told them I'd take them in order of inches, the longer the dick the shorter the wait. With that, zippers came down and dicks came out. Most of the parading peters were erect already, which made them easier to size up.

I told the eager guys that I would measure them with my tongue. I had them line up and I licked each dick, timing in my head just how long each lick took. It didn't take me long to put them in order. I was thrilled at the number of long-dicked men that wanted my mouth.

I counted twenty guys. Two had dicks about nine and a-half inches long. Eight had nine-inch cocks, Five had eight and a-half inch peters, three had eight inchers, 2 were proud owners of seven and a quarter-inch dicks, and one had a perfect seven inch staff. 

I told them that we would have to go back into the private party room, but that they could all watch each other if they wanted. I invited any of them to touch me anywhere they liked while they waited. They got in a circle and I sucked each of them dry. I was not in a hurry, allowing each a perfect suck. Occasionally, while I was giving head I could feel hands on my breasts and fingers being slipped into my pussy and into my rectum. During the course of sucking dick, I reached out and grabbed a dick in each hand and stroked to the rhythm of my suck. 

I was in heaven and didn't think anything could feel better, and then I heard one of them say to the other, "She's got an ass that needs fucking." I heard a number of guys agreeing and then one of them pulled me off the dick I was sucking and told me to get on all fours. I was obedient and did so. Each of the guys then slapped my ass while walking in a circle, they kept slapping me harder and harder until one of them said, "Now!" and jumped down behind me, slipping his cock in to my ass and pumping away. "Yeehaw," I heard the crowd of men hollar.

My ass was rode like it's never been rode before that night.



Blue Light Special



It happened so fast I almost lost control of the car. Immediately behind me and filling my rear view mirror blue light strobed.

"Oh, shit," was all I could think or say. I had many traffic violations and was even on parole. This was terrible. 

We were doubling with a friend and his wife. We'd been to a bar dancing and shooting pool. I wasn't even sure I could pass a sobriety test. Running was out of the question. I'd tried it once before and learned quickly that my driving was no match for a cop's.

I put on my turn signal and pulled into a convenient vacant rural church parking lot. I was scared shitless, but I thought I'd try to charm myself into nothing more than a traffic citation. At this point I wasn't even sure of why he stopped me. We were miles from anywhere on a back road just going home from a neighboring town. I didn't think I had been speeding or weaving.

I stopped and he stopped in a manner that seemed to block any quick escape attempt on my part.

The cop came alongside the car and I lowered my window. I was startled to see a second cop outside my wife's window. Neither looked friendly.

"License and registration." 

I nodded. "The registration is in the glove box," I told him. 

"OK, but have your wife lower her window before you open the glove box." 

I nodded at Sandy and she opened her window. The cop on her side moved into a 'ready for anything' position. I opened the glove box and dug around for the registration. I found it and fished my license out of my wallet. I handed both to the cop who took them back to his car.

I held my breath until he returned. I could see it wasn't going to be good. 

"Step out of the car," he commanded. 

I did and before I knew what hit me I was spun around, pushed up against the car, and handcuffed. I didn't say anything. I figured I could only get myself into more trouble.

He looked at Joe in the back seat and repeated the command. Joe got out and was treated to the same reception. Now we were both up against the car and handcuffed.

"What are you doing?" Sandy's voice squeaked as she forced the words out. 

"Be quiet and stay put," was the reply. "You're on parole, your car was weaving, you were speeding and I can smell the booze. You're going back to jail for a long time, boy!" 

"No," Sandy shrieked and popped out of the car. 

"You were told to stay put," yelled the second cop. 

Sandy turned to face him. He grabbed the front of her and made to push her back into the car. Sandy spun to get away, slipped and fell to the payment landing flat on her ass.

The cop still had hold of that skimpy sleeveless shirt she had been wearing. It had torn up the back and left him holding it; it left her topless save for a very sexy bra. She covered herself with her hands and scrambled back into the car. 

"Give me my shirt back." She was almost in tears. 

"No, I think I'll keep this as a souvenir," was the gloating response.

Becky from the back seat pleaded, "We were just out having a little fun. Please just let us go home. We'll be real careful. One of us will drive."

"Just out having some fun? Not with us. How come you weren't planning to include us in your fun?" asked the first cop. His name tag identified him as Blakey.

"Uh, sure we could have some fun together." Becky offered, not sure what she was offering. "Would you like to go back to the bar with us?"

"No, I thought we could have some fun right here and maybe if we have enough fun, we could forget this ever happened."

Becky sucked in her breath audibly, but didn't say anything. 

"What's your name, honey?" 

"Becky." 

"You can get out of the car Becky. Let's take a look at you." Things had deteriorated quickly and once he got a good look at Becky, I didn't figure they would get better. Becky was a real hot piece of ass and she was dressed to make just that point.

I'd hardly been able to take my eyes off her all evening. When she moved, I'd get a hard on. Joe had noticed and just smiled. "She's something else," he'd agreed as though I'd actually said something. He wasn't shy about reciprocating with lavicious stares and a few comments about Sandy.

"First we need to take care of your boy friends." 

With that we were hustled off to light poles in the parking lot and handcuffed with our hands in back and around the pole. He was bound to one and I to another.

"Becky, walk over there and stand under the light." He gestured to a pole some distance from all of us. She obeyed and as she walked, he trained his flashlight on her swaying ass. "OK, come back over here." This time he highlighted her boobs. She flushed, but said nothing.

When she got back, she asked in a small voice, "Can we go now?"

"In a minute. We're not through yet. What's your friend in the car's name?" 

"Sandy" 

"Get out of the car, Sandy."

"Can I have my shirt back first?" 

"Do as you're told. Get out of the car."

Sandy hesitantly opened the car door and slowly stepped out. 

"You do the same thing. Walk over to the light and stand there." 

Sandy moved more slowly than had Becky. The officer trained his light on her ass the way he had Becky. When she got to the light pole, she stopped, but didn't turn around.

"Turn around, Sandy." It was more of a taunt than anything else. Sandy turned slowly until she faced us. "Becky, I want you to do something for me." Becky blinked then just stared wide-eyed waiting for her assignment.

"Bill has Sandy's shirt. I want to have her bra. Go over and bring her bra back." 

Becky looked astonished, made a move toward Sandy and stopped. "No, I can't do that," she said in a voice almost too low to be understood.

"Ok. Bill let's take these boys in. We'll take the car keys and leave the girls here. We can send someone to pick them up."

Even before he finished saying it, Becky was on her way. When she reached Sandy, Sandy turned her back to us. 

"Turn this way, Sandy," There was a leer in his voice as he said it. "Becky, leave that bra on until she turns around." 

Sandy turned and put her hands up to cover her breasts. "Put your hands by your side." It was that same leering voice.

Becky undid the clasp and removed the bra. Sandy's breasts spilled out. Her nipples were hard as her hands went back to cover them. 

"Keep your hands at your side!" 

She complied.

"Now Becky you stay there and let Sandy come back over here." 

They did as he instructed Sandy walking with her hands rigidly at her sides. The cop's flashlight lit her swaying boobs. When she got back, she stopped several paces from him. "All the way, honey," he said as he gestured her to come closer to him. When she complied, he reached forward and took her nipples using them to raise her breasts. He leaned and took first one, then the other in his mouth.

Sandy's breath was short and raspy, but she didn't move.

Bill, the other cop, leered at Becky and called to her to come to him. She did. She was allowed to stop further away than Sandy had been. By now Blakey was pawing Sandy and sucking her breasts. He looked up as Becky stopped. 

"Take off your shirt," Bill hissed.

Without question Becky moved to unbutton the first of three buttons. "Slowly, I want to enjoy it." Slowly she opened her shirt. It hadn't covered much to begin with. As her bra came into view it was apparent why. Her skimpy bra barely contained her boobs. I was so hot my head was spinning. 

She shrugged letting the shirt fall to the pavement. She stood in her bra which covered little. 

Bill stepped forward and took first one breast, then the other out of the bra. He stroked them and played with her nipples until they too were hard. "Take your bra off." By the sound of his voice it seemed as if he were about to come in his pants.

The now useless bra fell to the payment to join the blouse.

"I believe the boys are enjoying this too. Right boys?" 

Neither of us said anything, but we were both staring at the lovely, half naked women before us.

"I think you girls should let them go free so they'd be more comfortable watching, don't you agree?" 

The girls vigorously nodded. 

"Fine, then. Go and set them free." He waved his hands as if they girls were to go to us and set us free. They hesitated. 

"We need the key," Becky observed, still seeming confused.

"Oh, no. I didn't mean to release them from the light poles. You need to release their cocks. Go over and take off their pants so their cocks aren't pinned down. Go on! Becky you do the driver and Sandy you do the guy in the back seat. I'll bet they've been wanting you around their cocks all night."

I could see the apprehension in Sandy's eyes, but Becky actually looked me square in the eye and licked her lips! She came over to where I was secured to the pole, went around my back and rubbed her tits on my open palms. My cock shot straight up! She came around and looked me in the eye again with that same mischievous look and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "You're right, this does need to be freed," she whispered as she unzipped me. I felt cool night air as she reached in and rubbed me more. I almost came in my shorts.

She unsnapped my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down and off leaving them in a pile alongside me. Another mischievous look and a last stoke of my cock and she moved away. I was rock hard.

A glance at Joe and I could see that Sandy had left him in the same condition.

Now both girls returned to our tormentors and stood in front of them.

"I want to see your panties, both of you." 

I knew something like that was in the offing.

The girls were dressed as cowgirls with short skirts.

"Becky, tuck the front of Sandy's skirt in her belt so I can see her panties." The girls were half naked and looked defeated. Becky moved around behind Sandy and dutifully tucked the hem of her skirt in her belt revealing panties that barely covered the lips of her pussy.

"That's very nice. Now you, Sandy." 

Sandy did the same for Becky revealing panties with more lace that did no better a job of covering.

"Sandy, I want to know if Becky's enjoying this. Stick your finger in her pussy and come over here so I can see how wet she is." 

Sandy looked terrified, then in slow motion she barely stuck the tip of her index finger under the fabric of Becky's panties.

"I want to see that finger go in up to the hilt!" he roared. 

Sandy jumped and pulled the panties completely aside. Wide-eyed she slowly pushed her finger in. The look on Becky's face was near orgasmic.

She pushed her finger all the way in and slowly pulled it out. Becky's hips twitched violently once, then she seemed to get control. It wasn't wasted on Bill. 

"Better do that several times just to be sure." 

Sandy turned questioningly toward Bill. She didn't get it, but Bill said, "Again. Push your finger in again and don't stop pushing it in and out until I say so."

By the fourth push, Becky had to brace herself by putting her hands on Sandy's shoulders. Sandy didn't stop and Becky's breathing and hard nipples gave away her body's response. It was a noisy orgasm when it came and Becky fell into Sandy. 

"You can stop now, Sandy." 

Sandy stopped and pulled her finger out. A little rivulet ran down Becky's leg from her pussy.

Both Joe and I were dripping too.

"Becky, I want you to check out Sandy the same way."

Becky turned Sandy so that all four of us could see what she was doing. Instead of simply pulling the Sandy's panties to one side, standing behind Sandy, she grasped the waistband and slowly began to expose Sandy to all of us. As her slit came into view I could see both cops rubbing themselves. If they had wanted a show, Becky was all for giving it to them.

With Sandy only partially exposed Becky rubbed the exposed part of Sandy's pussy. Sandy went wide eyed and grabbed hold of the light pole. Becky moved Sandy's hips back a pace or so bending Sandy slightly. The cop played his light on Becky's hand as she now circled and teased Sandy's clit. Sandy's hips were in motion. 

Becky stopped and exposed more of Sandy. Bill took his cock out and continued to work on it. Becky rubbed Sandy again until her hips responded and a moan accompanied their motion. Again she stopped and this time completed the task of exposing Sandy by sliding her panties slowly down her legs and off.

Immediately Sandy spread her legs. Becky continued finger fucking her from behind while we all watched, our breath ragged while the cop's flashlight highlighted the fucking of Sandy's pussy.

Becky slowly rubbed her clit with one hand while fingering her with the other. Her eyes glazed, her mouth open Sandy looked as the ground. Her hips gyrated; a bit of drool came from her open mouth. She moaned. Becky kept up the finger fuck while we watch raptly. My cock was so hard it hurt.

Sandy screamed and clutched the pole as her orgasm tore through her. Becky kept on through another screaming orgasm, then slowed.

The first cop pushed Becky aside and forced his cock in Sandy's pussy. Missing hardly a beat he picked up where Becky had been forced to leave off.

Bill was not to be left out. He grabbed Becky by one arm. "Get your panties off," he commanded. 

Becky quickly complied. She almost tore them off herself and threw them aside. She bent at the waist, grabbing the pole with Sandy and presented herself to her rapist. Immediately his hard cock disappeared into her cunt. He was in a frenzy. In moments Becky cried out. Her cries and moans mingled with Sandy's as Joe and I watched our wives exploding with orgasms as they were raped.

Cries from the cops let us know they had filled our wives with their cum. The motion slowed and the cops withdrew, their dicks glistening in the lamp light. They began to feel the girls' tits. Bill slid his dick back into Becky and slowly moved in and out as he played with Becky's tits. The dick on the second cop wilted only slightly as he watched. He unzipped Sandy's short skirt letting it fall. She was naked and dripping. Only her shoes remained.

Bill's motion had increased. We watched as one hand gripped Becky's breast while the other massaged her clit. We watched as his cock pounded Becky while his hands found her other vulnerable places. At almost the same moment sharp cries heralded their orgasms.

Bill withdrew after a few moments. She turned to face him. "Give me your skirt." It was almost a request.

She unzipped it, let it drop and stepped out of it handing it to him.

"He needs a good blow job," Bill commanded as he gave Becky a slight push in my direction.

"You," gesturing at Sandy, "go give him the best blow job he's ever had. He pushed her in Joe's direction.

Sandy hesitated. Before she had made the first move toward Joe, Becky was beginning to kneel in front of me. She ran her hands down from my face, along my shirt, and around my cock. Holding my cock she began to masturbate me while nuzzling and licking my groin. Then as she caressed my balls, she took my cock in her wide open mouth. At first I felt nothing, then her hot breath and the tip of her tongue on the head of my dick. Her lips had not touched me until she clamped them down and began to suck voraciously. Her tongue glided over the underside as she sucked in. Her tongue found the tip as she let it out. I banged my head on the pole as my hips kept up with her incredible sucking, licking mouth.

I came and she didn't stop. I kept coming and she kept licking, sucking until I was dry. She let my cock slide almost out then grasped the head with her lips and explored the tip with her tongue. She wanted more and she got it. As she felt my orgasm approach, she grasped my cock tighter and held it to her lips stroking it with her tongue. I came again. Her tongue felt for every last bit as her hand slid up and back along my cock milking me completely.

She stood smiling and kissed me. I tasted my own cum as I kissed her back. "Will you do that again sometime?" I whispered. 

"Anytime, just ask," was the whispered answer. "I'll show Sandy how to do it, too."

With that I looked at Sandy. Joe had apparently come, but not in Sandy's mouth. His cum puddled in front of him. Sandy was standing. Both were looking at us. Joe had a knowing look. Sandy seemed almost horrified.

Becky went to Joe with a smile and took his still hard cock in her hand. She turned, bent and inserted his cock in her pussy then gently rocked back and forth never letting his cock loose from the grip of her pussy.

Bill came up to Sandy. "Grab your ankles," he growled and even as she complied he rammed his cock into her as he watched Becky fuck her husband.

Finally, Becky let Joe's cock go from her pussy and dropped in front of him. She quickly took his cock in her mouth and I suspect gave him the same treatment she had given me. Soon he, too, was violently fucking her mouth and when he came, she continued sucking and licking until there was no more.

Bill finished with Sandy and the other cop took her once more.

They had the girls pick all the clothes strewn around the parking lot and put them in their car. Then when they released me, Becky was forced to finish stripping me naked while Sandy stripped Joe. They took those clothes as well leaving us with only our shoes.

One last thing. Alcohol. They measured an amount of bourbon greater than the legal limit and forced each of us to drink. For good measure they rubbed the girls' breasts and pussies with the bourbon and made the girls put some on Joe and me.

"OK, get going." 

We drove off as quickly as we could hoping to get home before someone found us stark naked reeking of booze.



Blue Light Special



There is no sex in this story. Sorry. 

*

Callie and I had been at it for two days now, arguing that is. One of our close friends, Ben Sorensen, was having a birthday celebration and my wife's old boy friend, Clay Bixler, was going to be there. Clay, Callie and I all went to high school together. Callie and I became a couple after she broke up with Clay over something I don't even remember. Clay went to Yale and I went to MIT. Although Callie and I remained a couple she still continued a relationship with Clay. I never really knew how close the connection was between them but I always resented it. Even after Callie and I were married, Clay's presence continued to haunt me. 

"Who the hell invited him anyway? You know damn well I don't like it when he is fawning all over you."

"Bruce, you have to get over this crap. You know very well there is nothing going on between Clay and I. I married you. I love you. Clay is just an old friend who is fun to be with. You are taking this far to seriously for far too long."

Callie was pushing thirty and looked great. Her hair was shoulder length and had an auburn tint to it. She was dark, sort of Mediterranean looking, with full eyebrows and pouting lips. Not too skinny and not too fat. She worked out a couple times a week, ate right and knew how to groom herself to look her best. The sex was good but we were in no hurry to start a family. We were saving to buy a house first. Callie worked in an insurance office and I was busy inspecting refineries and storage facilities around the Area. 

"Sorry as hell, Callie, but I just don't trust him around you. How come he never married? How come he never even dated? I can't help believing that you were the only girl that ever mattered to him and I also believe he would do anything to get you back."

"See what I mean, Bruce. You are getting paranoid about this. Clay and I are just friends and you know that. I am a little annoyed that you don't seem to trust me. Clay is coming to Ben's party and we are all going to have a good time. Now get a hold of yourself."

Clay got a degree in American Literature and had an entry level teaching position at a community college about two hours drive from us. I liked to get my hands dirty and ended up with a degree in petroleum engineering. I was hoping to use it to travel but decided it was better to stay close to Callie. There was plenty of work within a days drive but it was a little mundane.

Callie wanted to mess around that night after we went to bed but my heart wasn't into it. She was a little huffy when I rejected her advances but she seemed to be trying too hard, like she felt a need to compensate for something. I guess I was getting a little nutty about the whole thing.

Sunday night arrived sooner than I wanted it too. Callie had been on the phone with Ben's wife, Amy, several times making party plans. I didn't like Amy too much. Ben and Amy had a daughter about three years old and for some reason I never thought the girl was Bens. From remarks that Callie had made a few times I got the feeling Amy cheated on her husband. Big problem was she was just about the only friend Callie had. 

It took an hour to get to the Sorensen house. There were about a dozen people there including Clay. Ben was a CSI buff and that was the theme of the birthday party. I tried to be congenial to Clay but it was strained. Callie and Clay were chatty and friendly most of the night. At times I felt she was baiting me. When present time came everyone gathered in the living room. For some reason Amy insisted I sit aside of her on the couch. Callie and Clay were standing together on the far side of the room near the patio door. Everybody was cheering Ben on as he started unwrapping. After about ten minutes I noticed that Callie and Clay were gone. I started to get up and Amy grabbed my arm. 

" Don't leave now Bruce. We are just getting to the best part."

Her attempt to keep me there was very transparent and I was now getting seriously concerned. I tried again to get up but again she insisted that I stay. About that time the lights went out. 

In the dark we all heard Ben. "Here comes the best present of all; the UV blood and semen detector. Everybody look for the blue glowing evidence." The room burst out in giggles as Ben flicked on the probe light. As the guests backed out of his way Ben passed the unit back and forth around the room. Amy and I moved off the couch as he came near and everyone broke out in laughter when they saw the couch covered in bright blue spots. 

"Looks like we can't keep that a secret anymore." Ben joked as he continued around the room. 

All of a sudden we heard Callie. "What's going on? What is all the laughing about?"

Callie and Clay had just come back into the dark room from the patio. The room got completely silent as Ben turned the light toward the couple. Callie's mouth, chin and the front of her blouse were all covered in the bright blue glow. The front of Clay's pants also had a streak of blue. After a few seconds someone in the room broke the silence. "Girl, you are so busted."

Callie looked down at her blouse and realized what the remark meant. As the room burst out in laughter again I was making my way out the door. I believe I was halfway down the street before anyone noticed I was gone.

On the way home my cell phone rang about four times before I turned it off. Luckily I didn't get a ticket because I made record time. While I was getting my stuff together at the house the land line phone rang a half dozen times before it stopped. I grabbed everything I needed from the file cabinet, my laptop and all the work clothes I could carry. I left the suits and pretty stuff for Clay. It took less than thirty minutes and I was on my way to the cheapest motel I could find. I sure was glad Ben had his party on a Sunday because I had a lot to do the next day. I hadn't even stopped to think about what had occurred. I was moving on adrenaline.

The sun was shining on Monday morning. I guess I should have made a checklist but I was in too much of a hurry. The phone, water and electric companies opened at eight so I cancelled them effective Friday. I grabbed a prepaid cell phone at Wal-Mart right after I had a quick breakfast. Chester Bunt was the only lawyer to open before nine so he got the job of setting up a quickie divorce. I signed the blank forms and prepaid him. Closed out both cell phones next and paid a hefty fee for early cancellation. By that time the bank was open. It took twenty minutes to close out three credit cards as well as the saving and checking account. I took it all. Finally I went by work. I explained the situation in detail to my boss and he understood. Got a check for sick leave, vacation time and wages that were coming. No place to cash it, but I could use it to open a new account wherever I ended up. He called a friend in Galveston and had me a job in less than ten minutes. As I was leaving work Ben Sorensen pulled up next to me and rolled down his window. 

"Bruce. It's not what you think. It was a setup, a joke. You have to let me explain."

"Sorry Ben, too late to explain. By the way do, a DNA check on your daughter." The last remark was totally out of character for me but I was really pissed off at his attempt to smooth things over. I regretted saying it. Bens face went pale as I drove away.

At noon I was eating lunch at a Cracker Barrel on 81. At last I was able to relax.

One of the smart things I did at college was join a fraternity. Not only did it help me get through a tough course of study but I also made some good friends. I called a few brothers the first chance I got and explained my situation. They promised they would take care of it for me.

For the next seven months I was busy doing safety inspections on off shore oil platforms. I would fly out to the rigs and stay about a week. Between tours the company had a few trailers at different sites where I stayed. I called Chester every few weeks to check on the status of the divorce. Callie refused to sign it but did not file one of her own. I asked Chester what my options were but he didn't have any ideas worth a shit. Some of the guys told me a detective had been snooping around looking for me. Next week I was in Aberdeen, Scotland. The North Sea is cold even in August but I stuck it out for almost a year.

I had to come home eventually. My old boss welcomed me with open arms. He was hoping I was back for good. I thanked him for all his help but told him I couldn't stay yet. Chester Bunt turned out to be a dud of a lawyer. I was still married and he had no idea what I should do. Looks like I needed a new lawyer. I had a good bid of dough saved up so I decided to take some time off. 

Callie was no longer working at the insurance company and she was not at the house. It was hard to ask anybody anything without letting them know I was around. I was trying to lay low. I drove down to check if Callie was with Clay when I found out some interesting news. About a year ago Clay was fired from the community college. They found three thousand pictures of naked children on his school and home computers. Although he denied any knowledge of where they came from or how they got in his computers he was let go. There was not enough proof for a civil trial but enough to get him fired. One of his coworkers said he moved to Iowa. I love my frat brothers.

I used to be clean-shaven and well groomed. Now I was sporting a full beard and a ponytail. I was about ready to move on to something new when I ran into an old high school buddy. He didn't recognize me but I knew him right away.

"Tony Cordetti, Wow I haven't see you since high school. How are you doing?"

He looked at me trying to figure out who the hell I was. "Bruce, Bruce Terrell"

"Damn Bruce, you sure look different. I never would have recognized you."

We ended up having coffee and talking about old times at school mostly. He was married with three kids and sold farm equipment. I was looking for a way to steer the conversation around to Callie when he mentioned Ben.

"What ever happened to Ben, Tony?"

"He is still around. Last I heard he was still over at Kemp's Floor Coverings. I think he got divorced last year but I don't know for sure."

"Are you on good terms with Ben?"

"Sure, we are not the best of buds but always got along ok."

"Tony, let me tell you a story and maybe you could help me out. OK?"

For the next ten minutes I told Tony everything that had happened. He seemed interested, in fact he seemed flattered that I would confine in him about it. He was more than happy to help me.

Three days later Tony met me at the Waffle House parking lot. He handed me the small voice recorder that I had given him.

"Good luck with that Bruce. I'm not sure it is what you wanted to hear but he sure was willing to talk about it. I don't think you should go see him though because he is really pissed off at you."

"Why is he upset with me?"

"He claims you cost him his marriage. Anyhow it is all on the tape. Next time you are in town call and we will get together for supper."

"Thanks Tony, I appreciate it."

I picked up a pizza and six-pack before I got comfortable in my room. The first ten minutes or so of the tape was just meet and greet stuff before Tony was able to steer it around.

Ben, what ever happened to Bruce Terrell? I haven't seen him since high school. I heard he married Callie after college but he sort of disappeared.

Yah, well I am glad he is gone. That son-of-a-bitch cost me my marriage.

How did he do that?

It's a long story. Do you have a few minutes? 

Sure. 

Well, when we were in high school, Carrie was madly in love with Clay Bixler. In the middle of the senior year they had a fight and Carrie latched on to Bruce to make Clay jealous. She and Clay got everything straightened out but Callie kept things going with Bruce and eventually she even married him.

Who the hell did she love Clay or Bruce?

I don't know. I think she wanted both of them. She knew Bruce was going to amount to something but I think she liked being with Clay. Anyhow after they were married Callie kept teasing Bruce about Clay. She would do and say little things to get him riled up just for the hell of it. I am not sure but I think she was still sleeping with Clay when she could, according to my slut ex-wife. Callie and Amy used to confine in each other but Amy didn't tell me much. I know why now.

How did it come to a head?

Well I was having a birthday party. Amy and Callie decided to play a joke on Bruce. Amy got me one of those semen test lights for a present. It came with a vial of test fluid so you could calibrate it. While I was opening my presents Clay and Callie went out on the patio and Callie smeared some test fluid around her mouth, chin and shirt front. Then she put some on Clays zipper. When the lights went out they came in and said 'what's going on?' I shined the light on them and when Bruce saw the blue he freaked out and left. We tried to stop him and tell him it was a joke but he was long gone and wouldn't answer his phone.

Man that was cold.

Well, we all thought it was a good joke, all except Bruce. I found him the next day coming out of work. I stopped him and tried to explain but he would listen. He said 'Sorry Ben, too late to explain. By the way, have a DNA check done on your daughter. Man that hurt. It was the last time anyone saw him.

What did he mean by the DNA crack?

It turned out that Amy had an affair and the kid wasn't even mine. We ended up getting divorced because of it and I blame that on Bruce.

Why? He didn't cheat on you.

No, but I was better off not knowing. I hate the bastard for ruining my life.

What ever happen to Callie?

Bruce tried to divorce her, but she was so mad she threw the papers away. Clay lost his job teaching and Callie thought Bruce had something to do with it. When Clay relocated out west someplace, Callie went with him.

Where did they go?

I have no idea. Before our divorce, Amy told me that Callie went with Clay just to piss off Bruce for what he did to her. Amy seemed to think Callie liked Clay better than Bruce anyway.

Damn. That sounds like a mess. Guess I don't want to have anything to do with old Bruce. Hey. Good to talk to you Ben but I got to go.

Take care, Tony. Stop by if you need some carpet.

The pizza was gone and so was the beer. Knowing that Callie left with Clay convinced me that I had done the right thing. Sure would like that divorce though.

I started checking colleges in Iowa. The smaller schools held the most promise so I concentrated on junior colleges and community colleges. After pulling up the school web page, I checked out the faculties. In three hours I found it, a small Christian college near Ames. I left the next morning.

There were plenty of small apartments available in the area on a weekly basis. After getting settled I started checking out the Shepard of the Hills junior college. It seems they had a pretty strict hiring policy to insure that the students were not exposed to unsavory influences. Clay and Callie had rented a small cottage about a mile from the school and to my surprise Callie was about six months pregnant. With my beard and ponytail I was able to move about fairly easily with out being noticed.

About a week later I had a new divorce lawyer and the head of the Shepard of the Hills had a letter containing information about the background and present living arrangements of its newest English professor. Clay had not informed the school of the kiddy porn problem at his last school nor had he informed them that he was living with a married woman, not his own, who was carrying his child. According to the school hiring policies these could cause problems for my buddy Clay. I was sitting on a hallway bench during the closed-door session at the school. Callie gave me a funny look as she and Clay walked past me to enter the conference room. It was as if she knew me but she wasn't sure. I was actually able to hear bits and pieces coming from the room as Clay tried to explain himself. I guess he didn't do too good a job because they let him go immediately. I had my head hidden in a newspaper as they came out. Callie tried to look closer at me as she passed by but I was able to hide my face.

As they walked to their car a well-dressed man approached Callie and handed her an envelope and a small piece of paper. He nodded to her and walked away. She stood by the car, read the note and quickly called the man back. He handed her a pen and she signed the forms in the envelope on the hood of the car and handed them back to him. I was standing on the steps of the school as they drove by. Callie realized who I was and gave me a big smile.

It was sort of nice realizing that I was going to be busy the next year. I signed deeply as I looked at the divorce papers. In the signature block Callie had written, ' EAT SHIT AND DIE'. 



Blue Light Special



This story starts out with the obligatory description of us. We are a middle aged couple living the average American life. All things are good for us and we have a great life. Physical descriptions being a necessary component of an erotic story, I am tall, slender and 54 years old. My wife is 5'3", 120 pounds, well toned, red head and gorgeous. While she is 48 years old, no one knows it. She recently was at the gym and a 20 something physical trainer did not believe she was 48. He said he thought, maybe, 30 years old. She's in great shape, has a youthful appearance and is very limber as you will see.

We have a great sex life and fantasy is a large part of it, mostly on my part. She'd be just as happy to avoid fantasy, but she doesn't deprive me of it. This story, however, is not fantasy. It happened in South Georgia on I-75 and we will never forget it.

The day started with a trip to Atlanta, a little more than 120 miles away. We had gone there to do some shopping and as the night came upon us, we stopped at a restaurant for dinner. The restaurant was in the southern part of town and had a mostly black clientele, but that only accented our night. One of my fantasies is to have a gang bang in a crowded restaurant, but there is a reason why that is a fantasy, it's called arrest for public indecency. I made mention of that fantasy and my wife smiled and joked about it a little, with all the big, strong black males in the room. Several times she would reach under the tablecloth and stroke my cock through my pants, but not for long, as she would abruptly stop. Our dinner arrived and we enjoyed it, with the occasional tease about my fantasy or occasional groping of each other's crotch. I paid the bill and we headed home. 

No sooner had we gotten onto I-75 than my wife reached over and started caressing my cock. She whispered things in my ears, mostly about how thrilling it would be to have a big black cock in her tight little pussy. She said she knew I'd love to watch that. My cock was as large as it could get within the confines of my pants. She said "Oh, your little man needs some relief, doesn't he?" She freed him by unzipping my pants and releasing him. We weren't 10 miles down the road at this point. 

"Oh, he's big and hard now, but back in the restaurant, if he'd been a bad ass then, he'd have taken me on that table, then and there." She engulfed my cock in her mouth and began to suck up and down on him. With every other thrust or so, she'd come off and say something like "Oh, you'd love to see my ass getting pounded, wouldn't you?" or "Do you think those black guys back there ever had a tight, hot, redhead pussy?" Talking dirty to me is something she's great at, but it's always for me, not for her. I know that and I love it. She loves me and tries to keep me satisfied. For miles and miles, she kept up the terrific blowjob while giving me play by play commentary on various fantasies that we've enjoyed over the years. 

One of our favorite activities has been having sex in the car as we drive around. We've enjoyed car sex at 70mph, 30 mph, in a parking lot and at the airport watching the planes land. So this was nothing new, but this night was far different than most. She is so limber that climbing into my lap is as easy as putting on pants for her. 

Normally she can make me come in no time with her hot mouth, but this time she kept pressure on the base of my cock with her hand and wouldn't let me cum, which was fine with me so long as she kept sucking. She took a break long enough to remove her clothes, a risky feature as she is always worried that someone will see inside the car. At 70mph down a dark Interstate highway, I'm not too worried, and on this night, neither was she. As she resumed sucking my cock, her beautiful ass was up in the air, which lets me play with both of her holes. She was dripping wet and my fingers easily entered her tight little snatch. As I thrust my fingers into her hot hole, her sucking became even more enthusiastic. My cock was as hard as a rock as she bobbed up and down on it, though she continued to hold my cock by the base and keep enough pressure on it to keep me from cumming. 

She suggested we get off the Interstate and get a room, as she didn't want to wait for home. I was more than willing to do that so we got off the Interstate at McDonough, about 40 minutes south of Atlanta. She quickly threw on her pants and blouse, but no bra or panties, and she went in the hotel to check on the room as I waited. She told me to not bother zipping up until she had us a room. She came out a few minutes later and told me that there were no rooms for miles as there was a NASCAR race that weekend, which I had forgotten about. I directed the car back onto the I-75 and she disrobed again and proceeded to start sucking on my again erect cock. Between thrusts of her mouth on my cock, she mentioned that the hotel clerk was happy to see her, as her tits were erect and pointed, showing through her thin blouse. She commented that she knew he didn't have a room available as she could have gotten anything out of him. I commented that she might could have gotten us his office if she had agreed to bring him in, but she said she had all the cock she needed and continued to engulf my cock into her hot mouth.

I began to slide a finger into her ass, which really invigorated her blowjob. I was intent on cumming and blowing a massive load into her mouth, but while she was moaning and carrying on, she maintained pressure of my cock base and wouldn't let me cum. We were quite a sight for miles and miles, until we got to Forsyth, about 20 miles below McDonough, were we tried to get a room again. Same thing, she got dressed and went in, only to return with news that the "inn was full for the night" due to NASCAR. As she disrobed again, she mentioned that the clerk was a pretty little Hawaiian girl. She wore a t-shirt that said "Get Your Dream On In Hawaii." My lovely wife, who only occasionally mentions pretty girls, was so turned on by the miles and miles of sucking my cock, she now was talking about having a girl join us sometime for a threesome. With each thrust down my cock, when she came up for air she'd say something wildly erotic. "You'd love to see a pretty girl with a strap-on taking me from behind as I was suck you, wouldn't you?" or "One day I'm going to grind my pussy in a pretty redhead's face just for you." 

I don't know that my wife has ever been turned on that much before, but I was having the time of my life. At this point, it was a 80 mile blowjob that just kept giving and giving. I know it's hard to imagine going that distance, but she kept her hand on the base of my cock at just the right strength to keep me from cumming, but the ecstasy was immense the whole time. We had only gone down to Macon when she again said she needed a hotel room now! We weren't far from home, but she wanted a hotel room and I wasn't about to argue with that. Again she threw on her clothes, but her tight tits were clearly visible through her blouse. I mentioned that to her, but she said she didn't care, she'd even fuck the clerk if she could just get a room. In she went, out she came a few minutes later. This time she was laughing. She said "It's the fucking Cherry Blossom Festival now! No rooms available anywhere in Macon. I even told the clerk that "I'd do anything for a room" and he said "I'd love to take you up on it, but I've even rented out the owner's suite." I couldn't believe that my lovely bride was being this bold, but I didn't doubt her for a second, she was HOT and ready to get physical. She said "You're a luck boy, now I guess I gotta suck you all the way home." She disrobed and I threw the clothes in the back of car, telling her she's not getting out of the car again. She gave me a wicked smile and went back down on my manhood. My cock was throbbing, wanting to explode but she continued to squeeze him just enough to keep him rock hard and bulging. 

As we neared home, she said she couldn't take it anymore and she moved over into my lap. I mentioned that she is limber, and boy is she. She's petite, has a tight little body and she can get into some really tight positions. She straddled my lap and clung around my neck. As she lowered her sopping wet pussy onto my dick, she whispered "Don't kill us." Her tight little twat sunk onto my throbbing dick as she lowered her body all the way down, slowly. She then rose on her hips and sunk back down. As my cock was fully slick now, she sank farther and farther with each lift and drop. We were 10 miles from home and I wasn't sure if she was going to let me cum in the car or wait until we got home. 

Then the blue lights appeared. I looked at the speedometer and realized I was going too fucking slow even considering I was in the right hand lane. My cock was shriveling up quickly but she was telling me not to stop. She meant screwing her, to not stop screwing her, but I knew I had to stop. I pulled onto the shoulder as she said "what are we gonna do? My clothes are in the back." In a flash, the officer was at the window, tapping on it with his flashlight. I rolled it down, hoping he'd see the predicament I was in and cut us a break. There sat my beautiful wife, completely naked, in my lap. He didn't miss a beat, "Sir, do you realize that you were going 35 miles an hour on the Interstate?" I tried to explain how sorry I was, but that my wife and I were acting like teenagers and we would gladly go home if he'd forget this whole thing. He said, "Most couples get a hotel room." I told him we'd tried to get one from McDonough all the way here, but with NASCAR and Cherry Blossom, none could be had. My wife just kept staring at the officer, never taking her eyes off of his. He, however, was using his eyes to size her up. 

He said, "Ma'am, get in the front seat of my car, I'll have to get some information from you." She asked if she could get her clothes out of the back of the car, but he said she wouldn't need any clothes for the interview, which I found odd, but the whole thing was odd and fascinating at the same time. He opened the door and she ran to the patrol car and got in. He told me, "Sir, pull up your pants and get in the back seat of my patrol car. Bring your wallet, as I'll need your license." I pleaded that this wasn't really necessary but he just said for me to do as he told me. 

As I got out of the car I sized up the officer. He was white, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, maybe 30 years old. He was muscular and obviously solid. He was not showing any expression on his face when I looked at him. He opened the car door and I got in the back seat. 

The back seat of his car was just like every other patrol car. Vinyl seats, very spartan and a plexiglass cage to protect the officer. It was March and it was a cool evening, but thankfully the officer had the heat on and my wife wasn't shivering as she sat there waiting for the questions. But there were no questions forthcoming. He climbed in his seat, leaned over and grabbed the back of her head, pulling his mouth to hers. He kissed her and she kissed him back. She wasn't pulling away. I was thinking that she ought to resist somewhat, but she didn't.

In about 10 seconds, with him holding the back of her head, her head disappeared into his lap. I heard his zipper go down and then I heard her slurping on his cock. No introductions, no small talk, nothing, just straight to giving head. She wiggled into her favorite position, her ass up in the seat and her face down, but this time it was on the officer's cock, not mine. He did the same thing I do, what most guys would do in that position, he reached over and started toying with her pussy and ass. I can see fingers disappearing into her holes from my vantage point, but I couldn't see her sucking his cock without raising up, which I wasn't inclined to do at that moment. Unlike when she was sucking me, she wasn't talking, she was all business. I assumed that the officer would get an incredible blowjob and we'd be done, because he sure couldn't do a report on this, could he? 

Apparently she was doing the same trick on him that she does on me, because he wasn't exploding as I thought. He fingers were busy going in and out of her holes, and she was moaning in ecstasy. After less than five minutes, she came up off of his dick and climbed over his console on top of him. He looked surprised but happy at the outcome. My cock was bursting at the seams at the sight, but I couldn't bear to touch it as it was just too strange to be jacking off to my wife having sex with another man. Just like she did for me, she lowered her body onto his cock and began to ride up and down on him. I could hear her pussy slurping on his rod as she went up and down, almost hitting her head on the top of his car. About then I saw more blue lights behind us and thought "Oh shit, this is getting nuts." 

My door opened and a big, black officer asked me to get out. He put my hands behind my back and cuffed me. I didn't say a word as there wasn't much I could say. The black officer opened the front passenger door and put me in the seat, where I could see my lovely wife riding up and down on that officer's cock. She was looking at me, smiling, almost laughing. She said, "Well, honey, this fantasy is really coming true. Hope you're enjoying it, I'm doing it all for you." 

The officer said "Oh my god, I'm cumming. She's a hot little piece of ass. Wait til you try her out." I realized he wasn't talking to me. She kind of sighed, which I knew meant that her tight little pussy had squeezed his cock out of that tight hole without getting an orgasm of her own. I've seen that look, but I also knows that it means she isn't finished. The black officer opened the driver's door and helped my wife out, where I saw cum running down her pretty legs. The back door opened and in went my wife and the black officer. The door had barely closed when he unzipped his fly, revealing a large cock. With no hesitation, she bent over and began sucking it. I didn't know whether to watch or look away. On the one hand, it was fascinating and a fantasy come true, on the other hand, I never actually thought we'd carry this one out. 

She was blowing the big black boner with gusto, although it barely fit in her mouth. It certainly stretched her cheeks out when she sucked on it, and he appeared to be enjoying the hell out of it, as I had many hundreds of times as well. After a few minutes of sucking, she abruptly stopped and crawled onto his lap, but she was facing me. His hands were massaging her tits as she stared at me. It was an absent minded sort of stare, the one that comes when she is working on an orgasm of her own. As she rode up and down on that black monster, I could tell she was approaching ecstasy. Her lovely pussy was being reamed by a big black cock in front of my eyes, her tits were being mauled, and her approaching orgasm was sure to rock her world. 

Their timing was impeccable. He blew his load at the same instant she came. It happens to us sometimes, but not enough. They both were panting for air as the car was kind of stuffy by now. She wasn't given much time to recover before they escorted us back to our car. No words were said and the two officers drove away, having never spoken to each other. We sat in the car for a minute and then I pulled back onto the road. In minutes we were home, not having said a word the whole time. I grabbed her and told her I loved her. She told me it was my lucky night, as she wasn't finished. She tossed me a tube of KY and my night was getting even better.



Blue Lightning & The Virgin



There are certain truisms of any world which has Superheroes. The first is: if a world has Superheroes it will also have Super villains and visa versa. They are two sides of the same coin. However this particular truism does not come into this particular story.

Another truism is that Superheroes will pair up, team up, join together to fight a common foe. Sometimes they join together in more or less permanent groups or teams, like a club, complete with a team name. 

Yet another truism is that Superhero teams will in turn, join together to fight world class menaces. 

*******

Blue Lightning sat alone at a table in the headquarters of the F.F.J. (Fighters For Justice) nursing a very large mug of beer. Indistinctly from surrounding rooms came the sounds that men and women make when enjoying sexual activity.

From across the table he heard a rather high feminine voice say, "Is it always like this?" He looked up to see who was speaking to him. It was The Virgin, a member of the Superhero team calling themselves HeroForce. The two teams had only hours before fought off an alien invasion. The Virgin was a white woman just a couple years shy of 30 yrs old but she had the face and body of a girl half her age. She was a whole 4 ft. 11 inches tall. Her Superhero costume consisted of a private school uniform. Plaid skirt, pure white button down blouse, ankle high socks in saddle shoes. The blouse, however, was pulled up and tied just under her barely there boobies, exposing her navel. Her shoulder length brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her deep brown eyes had flecks of green in them.

Answering her question Blue Lightning said, "Yes, it's always like this, whenever we get together with another Super team to save the world. Afterwards we end up here or at their headquarters and have a big victory party and it turns into a big orgy."

"And do you always get left out?"

"Yeah, my power is super speed. Women always assume that I'll be finished so fast that they won't get any pleasure out of it."

"I know what you mean about assumptions. Back when I chose the name The Virgin for my superhero identity I should have realized it was going to affect the amount of action I'd get."

Blue Lightning  asked, "You mean sexual action? But I heard that if you had sex you would lose your super powers."

"Well not quite. What the old gypsy said when she gave me my powers, was that I would lose them if a man's penis ever violated (her word) my vagina. But there are other ways of having sex."

"There sure are." said Blue Lighting, licking his lips, "and I'd like to explore some of them with you if you're willing."

She looked at the speedster, her lips curling in a mischievous grin, and said "Oh yes, I'm willing."

And between the 'n' sound and the 'g' sound of her last word Blue Lightning had gotten out of his chair, gone around the table, picked her up in a fireman's carry position, taken her to a room at the end of a long hallway and set her on her feet again. The room was furnished in nothing but cushions. A couple sofa size beanbag type cushions, several chair sized bean bags, many pillows of varying size and in the rooms center, next to where the two heroes were standing was a large mattress-like cushion. Blue Lightning said, "I promise, I won't violate your vagina with my penis, will you trust me to use my power to give you pleasure?"

"Yes." she said, rather shyly. Suddenly she was naked with the exception of her shoes and socks and Blue Lightning in bare feet was even more naked than she. She saw his blue and indigo skin tight body suit laying on a nearby bean bag along with her blouse and skirt. (with her tiny tits she had no need of a bra and her panties were down by her feet, apparently that was as far as the speedster could remove them without tripping her.). She had known he was tall (about 6 ft) and well muscled (a runners build). She now saw that he had blonde close cropped hair (an unusual hair color for a black man) and deep blue eyes. His circumcised penis was nicely shaped and she guessed that erect it would be about 6 inches long. She stepped out of her panties and kicked them to one side but then without her seeing them move they had joined the rest of her costume on the bean bag. "That," she said, "is a pretty good trick."

His reply was, "See how you like this one." and swiftly he was gone, but not gone. She felt a tingling all over her petite body and looking down at herself she saw an undulating brownish blur. It lasted for several seconds and then he was standing just behind her and he whispered in her ear "I call that the tongue bath." and she realized that she was very damp from her chin down to the tops of her socks. She felt her nipples harden. He placed his hand on her hips and leaning down he gave her slow deliberate kisses on her neck and shoulders. He slowly moved his hands up her body until they rested on her small tits. He again whispered in her ear, "If you'll lay down on the mattress I can show you another super speed trick."

She lay on her back on the thick cushiony mattress. He kneeled down near her saddle shoe clad feet and taking a leg in each hand pulled them wider apart. He placed his tongue on her inside left ankle and unhurriedly licked along her calf, past her knee, along the inside of her thigh until his mouth reached it's goal. A pretty pink pussy, not shaved, but completely devoid of pubic hair. With his tongue he leisurely and thoroughly explored her vagina. 

"As you can see there are some things I enjoy doing slowly." he said. "But I promised to show you another of my tricks." And he placed the tip of his tongue on the tip of her clitoris and proceeded to vibrate his tongue (and with it her clit) at super speed for about three seconds. Then he stopped and looked up to be able to see her face. It took her non-super speed nerve endings several more seconds to recognize the stimulation they had received and it was only then that she experienced the first orgasm. 

What followed was a full two minutes of multiple and simultaneous orgasms. The Virgin was screaming her pleasure at the top of her lungs as Blue Lightning lapped up the juices gushing from between her legs. As the orgasms subsided and she was trying to catch her breath Blue Lightning with deliberate slowness kissed and licked his way up her body, pausing for a good while and giving complete attention to her navel and then again at each of her breasts. When his mouth had made it's way to her mouth they kissed passionately. She said, "What you did. That was amazing."

"There's more." he said, and as they continued to kiss he eased his finger into her pussy. He slid it in and out a few times at a slow pace and then added a second finger. When he added the second finger, still moving them with purposeful slowness he again gave his oral attention to her little pink nipples. As he moved his two fingers in and out of her hot pussy he began to vibrate them as he had his tongue earlier, at super speed (although now it was a much slower super speed).

She had often pleasured herself with a vibrator and this was very much like that, only a hundred times better. She was again screaming out her ecstasy. Whereas before her cries of pleasure had been inarticulate, now they came out in a stream of profane words and phrases, many of which she would be surprised that she even knew. 

There can be such a thing as too much pleasure and Blue Lightning was very careful to stop his ministrations just short of that. Being an attentive lover, while she lay there recovering her strength, he kissed her on the forehead and then ran out and got a couple of damp towels. In seconds he had given her a sponge bath and then given one to himself. Then he ran out again and got them both a snack.

They each enjoyed a sandwich and some grapes. He washed his down with a beer and she with a popular cola drink. When they had both finished he leaned over and kissed her lightly. Then his face close to hers he said, "I enjoyed what we did very much and I... and I just realized I don't even know your real name."

"Jennifer" she said.

"Nice to meet you Jennifer, I'm Brandon. Like I was saying, I enjoyed what we did very much and I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it too."

"Now that is an understatement!" she said.

"Well Jennifer, there's one other thing I'd like to do with you. You've got such a pretty little ass. I'd really like to fuck it."

"Of course, Brandon." said Jennifer, as we can now call her, "I'd like that very much."

"Okay, there's something you'll need to know, or it might freak you out. Remember I told you that women assume I'd climax at super speed. It's true. What they don't realize is that I also recover at super speed."

"I don't get it."

"I cum, and then before my cock has a chance to grow flaccid I'm horny and hard and cumming again. For all intents and purposes it's as if my cock stays erect. I could stay that way for hours except no woman would have the stamina to keep up with me. But don't worry I'll be very careful with you, the way I was when I tongued your clit and when I fingered your pussy."

"Okay." she said kissing him, "but why did you think that would freak me out?" 

"Because," Brandon said, "there's lots of cum involved. Lots."

"Okay," she said again, positioning herself comfortably with her ass up on one of the larger bean bag chairs. He ran from the room got a bottle of lubricating oil and was back again before she even knew he had gone. His hands wandered over her body and then he was fondling her lovely white ass cheeks. His cock was really quite stiff now and he liberally covered his rod with the oil. He pushed the head of his thick, stiff dick into her tight little butt hole and pushed little by little until his 6 inch shaft was completely engulfed in her creamy flesh. As he continued fucking her ass he knew his super speed would not really kick in until his first ejaculation.

Meanwhile Jennifer was encouraging him verbally, "Oh my ass feels so good filled with your big black cock. Oh yes that feels so good. Oh YES Oh God YES fuck my ass Stud fuck my ass!"

And then he was cumming and his super speed kicked in. For him it was a succession of orgasms, one following the next. For her it was as if her ass was being fucked twice as fast as a normal man was capable of moving (she was being fucked much much faster than that but the sensation was as if it were double normal speed.) And then the cum was cumming. Quarts and quarts filling her and then when she was fully filled quarts and then gallons gushing from her, down her legs and down to the floor.

He was grunting his pleasure and she was again screaming obscenities. And then he knew it was time to stop. He removed his still erect cock from her sweaty, flushed, exhausted body and tenderly kissed her cheek.

And from the direction of the doorway came applause. He looked to see the source and filling that end of the room were all of their teammates, clapping. "Nice work, lad." said Colonel Strong.

"But what, how...?" said the still naked Blue Lightning.

"It's simple enough," said Princess Amazon. "We all came running when The Virgin was screaming from the first of her orgasms and when we realized what was going on we didn't want to disturb you, but we have been enjoying peeking in on you discreetly."

And as Blue Lightning saw the look in Princess Amazon's eye, and that of Miss Atomic, and Merry Maiden, and some of the heroines of Hero Force, he had the feeling that he was going to be much more popular in the future.



Blue Lightning vs. Beautiful Dreamer



Sgt. Frank Murphy of the Centerville Bomb Squad cut the blue wire and watched as the counter on the device in front of him snapped from 3 to 2.

"Guess my number is up." he thought; and he thought of his wife and how much he loved her.

There was a blue blur before him and then the device was gone. He didn't get it. Then there was a hand on his shoulder. Attached to the hand was a blue sleeve. He followed the sleeve up to a face. The face of Blue Lightning. "You okay Sarge?" asked the Superhero who's power was super speed.

"Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot." said Murphy, "So where did you take the bomb?"

"I didn't have much time," said Lightning, "so I dropped it off in the derelict factory building on Brinkman Street."

"The one scheduled for demolition? Yeah, that makes sense."

Just then Lt. Harris strode up. "Got a message for you, Blue Lightning, just came over the radio. Seems there's a letter or something for you sent care of the precinct."

The 'letter or something' read: "Please come see me at Dolphin House Prison. Friday 6:30. Bring a large vegetarian pizza." it was signed, "Ana Mishuni, A.K.A. Beautiful Dreamer."

Some months previously:

     Headline: BLUE LIGHTNING CAPTURES BEAUTIFUL DREAMER.

     Headline: D.A. PROMISES CONVICTION OF NOTORIOUS SUPER VILLIANESS. GIVES CREDIT TO BLUE LIGHTNING.

     Headline: DREAMER CONVICTED

     Headline: BEAUTIFUL SUPER VILLIAN TO SERVE SENTENCE IN SPECIAL FACILITY.

Friday 6:30. Blue Lightning, complete with pizza, was at Dolphin House Prison. "I'm here to see Ana Mishuni." 

"Yes, we were told to expect you. Please follow me." The woman in the guard uniform was rather attractive, Blue Lightning noted. Hispanic, he thought, although he had known Italian and Greek women who had similar complexions and bone structure. She was saying, "As you know, our facility is specially designed for the imprisonment of super powered criminals. There is a very effective power dampening field. Unfortunately the effect does not discriminate. Visiting heroes are also unable to use their super powers while they are here. We hope this won't be too uncomfortable for you."

"I'm sorry," he said, "but where are we going? I thought the visitor center was down that way?"

"It is," she replied, "but the conjugal suites are down this way." Seeing the expression on his face she added, "I'm sorry. I assumed you knew. Miss Mishuni scheduled you for a conjugal visit."

"Oh." was all he could think to say. Then he added, "I thought conjugal visits were for husbands visiting their wives."

"That was the original intent, but most prisons these days allow for some latitude. Discreetly of course."

They had been walking as they were talking and the pretty Guard now stopped in front of a door. "Here we are. I'm authorized to disclose a couple of items from Miss Mishuni's medical file. She had a recent physical and she was found to have no S.T.D.'s and she has a birth control implant. I need to lock up the door after you. Take as much time as you want. Enjoy yourself. When you are ready to leave just press the intercom button and the guard on duty will let you out."

She opened the door, he stepped through it, and the door closed and locked behind him. Somebody had made a real effort to keep the room from looking like a large jail cell. The same somebody had managed to keep the room from seeming crowded.

There was the bed, of course, just big enough for two. The bedclothes sported an understated pastel floral pattern. Feminine but not so much so as to make a man feel uncomfortable. She was not on the bed. There was a kitchenette area. Sink. Microwave. A couple cabinets and drawers. A half sized refrigerator. She was not in the kitchenette area. Near the kitchenette area was a small table, complete with tablecloth, and two chairs. He set the pizza on the table. She was not sitting at the table. There was a love seat. Beige corduroy, thick cushions. She was sitting on the love seat. Or perhaps lounging. Or posing. Blue Lightning couldn't be sure. But she definitely made a pretty picture.

Her Japanese ancestry was evident in her delicate facial features, her coal black long hair, and her petite stature. She was wearing a close approximation of her Beautiful Dreamer costume. A scarlet colored tube top and matching Capri style pants. Her feet were bare. Her feet were almost always bare. Her toenails and her fingernails were painted the same scarlet as her clothes.

As soon as he had seen her she was on her feet rushing at him. Her arms were around his neck. She had had to jump up to get her arms around him and he found his arms instinctively going around her, lifting her. And she was saying, "You came, you came, you really came, I was so worried you wouldn't come."

And he found himself saying to her, as if comforting a child, over and over, "It's alright, it's alright, I'm here now." His senses were assaulted by the closeness of her. Her scent faintly familiar and hinting of lemons. His eyes taking in the black of her hair, hints of her creamy skin, and a deep bright red of her outfit. But most of all there was his sense of touch. The weight and feel of her in his arms. The pressing of her body against his torso. He was especially aware of the pressure of her firm round breasts against his chest.

She was now saying "I was so worried you wouldn't come but now you're here and you brought the pizza like I asked. So I guess we should sit and eat." Blue Lightning reluctantly set her on her feet. "They gave us some wine. Sit down please. I'll bring over the wine." she continued.

The superhero, considered a moment, took off his face mask and sat at the table. Watched the woman walk over to the kitchenette area, pour the wine into two glasses and bring it over. He stood and waited as she set the glasses on the table. When she sat he sat. They ate pizza in silence, sipping wine.

Blue Lightning broke the silence. "There's something I need to know. Why me? Why me for this type of visit?"

"Because," she said, her eyes dropping shyly, "because I've had a crush on you since the first moment I saw you. I know it doesn't make sense. You were trying to put me in prison and I only ever saw half your face before today, but as soon as I saw you, well, I've wanted you. And you," she continued, "You didn't leave when you found out it was a conjugal visit. You've taken off your mask. Does that mean you intend to stay? That you intend to be with me tonight?"

Suddenly he realized that that was precisely what he wanted, what he intended. That from the first time they had clashed over three years ago he had been intrigued by this petite and gorgeous woman. "Yes, I very much want to be with you tonight. But..."

"What, but what?"

"Well, it's this power dampening field they've got here. I got my super powers when I was still a teenager. I've always been able to rely on my powers when I wanted to give pleasure to a woman. I feel like I'll be, well, like I'll be working without a net here."

Ana laughed at this, a dainty melodious laugh., and then she said "You mean to tell me you have some super speed sex tricks? Yes, I guess you do. Maybe some day you can show them to me. But for tonight we'll just have to do things the usual way." She reached over and touched his hand. "Please don't worry. I would be happy tonight if all you did was kiss me and tell me you think I'm beautiful."

He stood up, walked around the table, with his hand on her chin he encouraged her to stand. He said "Then let me make you happy, because you are very, very beautiful." and he kissed her. First a soft kiss on her upraised lips. Next a tender kiss on her cheek. A few gentle kisses down the nape of her neck. As he placed a gentle kiss on her chin he put his arms around her, pulling her to him, lifting her feet from the ground. Again his lips sought hers. This time not gently but with the force of his desire for her. The passion of his kiss was met, her lips to his, her tongue entwining his.

As she wrapped her legs around his waist she felt her toes curl in her pleasure. He withdrew from the kiss long enough to tell her once again how beautiful he thought she was and he was startled to see tears of joy in her eyes.

He carried her over to the bed, laid her down softly. They continued kissing. They kissed with the fervor of two people who just discovered what kissing was. His hands discovered and explored her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. Her fingers were now in his close cropped blonde hair, now tracing the line of his jaw, now just lightly stroking his ebony cheek.

He pushed up her top exposing twin orbs of sculpted beauty. His lips left hers. He kissed one perfect tit and then the other. They sat up together and Ana cooperated with him in completely removing her tube top. They kissed again as his hands wandered over her now naked breasts. She unzipped and helped him remove his shirt. She planted kisses along his chest and stomach. With her hands she directed him to lay back on the bed. 

The women who had been known as Beautiful Dreamer got off the bed to help Blue Lightning remove his boots. Having accomplished that task she unzipped his pants and pulled them and the jockey shorts off together exposing his erect penis. .

Still positioned between his legs she removed her own pants and then the tiny pink lace thong that had been beneath them. His breath caught at the sight of her completely naked before him. She crawled back onto the bed. She ran her scarlet painted fingernails along the inside of his thighs sending delighted shivers through his body. With her nails she combed his pubic hair before grasping his erect shaft in one hand as she began licking his cock head. She wondered at his pubic hair. The same blonde color as the hair on his head. Such an unusual hair color for a black man. She wondered if it was natural or if perhaps it might be another result of whatever had happened to give this man his super speed powers. (in this surmise she was indeed correct).

Her tongue first found his mushroom tip. The rich flavor of his pre-cum. Then she was licking his entire shaft as a child would lick a fudgecicle. As she surrounded the head of his cock with her mouth she was pleased to hear his gasp of pleasure. She began to suck his cock in earnest all the while teasing his balls with finger tips and fingernails. 

And when she felt the approach of his orgasm, with one fingernail tip she traced the path between his anus and his scrotum. With each stroke of her fingernail there was a spurt of his cum. She felt it in the back of her throat, tasted it filling her mouth. And she swallowed it as if it were the most precious of fluids. 

When she had drained him she continued to suck on his cock. Licked up and swallowed every drop of cum which had escaped her lips. When his cock had lost the last of it's vitality she kissed it and continued to kiss up the length of his body. 

Her small body now rested atop him, her head now pillowed on his chest. They lay together fully aware of the contact of their bodies, re-gathering lost strength. 

Blue Lightning lay back thinking that sex without super powers had it's advantages. First advantage had been having his cock sucked for the first time in his life. Next, that a single orgasm could last so long had never before been his experience. It made it seem so intense. 

{an aside to the reader: if you also read my first Blue Lightning story you will be able to guess why with his super speed powers functioning he had always felt that enjoying the receiving end of oral sex was too dangerous to allow.}

When he had rested for a time he rolled over laying Ana on her back. He repositioned himself and lifted her foot to his mouth. He lovingly kissed the entire foot beginning and finishing with her toes. With the first kiss she had laughed gently. But with each additional kiss her amusement turned to a more sensual pleasure. Her breath grew heavy. First her right foot and then her left foot got the same attention. 

He marveled with delight when he approached the soft pinkness between her legs. The delicate, fine hair in the vicinity of her pussy was, if anything, darker than that on her head. He let his tongue wander her pussy lips. He thought them delicious. With deliberate slowness he pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. His hand resting lightly just below her stomach felt the tremor of her bliss. He wiggled his tongue and the tremor returned along with moans of pleasure. She pushed her pussy into his face and wiggled with delight. He emitted a low laugh of pure pleasure and continued to give this gorgeous woman's gorgeous pussy the attention it deserved. Soon she was screaming with joy. At first she cried out in inarticulate noises of happiness but these were soon followed by shouts of "Fuck me fuck my pussy fuck it."

So of course he did. Their lips met as she guided his cock head into her wet waiting snatch. "Oh Blue Lightning, I want your cock in my hot little pussy."

"My name," he said, "is Brandon" Now the outside observer will no doubt think that Blue Lightning has been acting rashly, first removing his face mask before a known Super Villain and now telling that same Villain his true name. Let us remember that the Superhero is, under the mask and costume, a man. Let us take into consideration that the man may have thoughts and motives that differ from those of a Superhero agenda.

As the hero/man's cock was sliding into her, out, and in repeatedly she was saying "Yes Brandon, my wonderful Brandon, my handsome Brandon."

And they came together, each crying the name of the other.

{watch for further Blue Lightning adventures}