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Company Picnic

By: standingstones



My wife's company was having their yearly picnic. I normally am pretty bored at these affairs, so I drive separately from my wife and leave after a few hours. This year was a bit different. When we arrived, I asked my wife who the woman with the long, dark, hair was, sitting at the picnic table in front of us.

My wife told me it was the new receptionist, Lisa. So that was the person with the sexy voice each time I called to speak with my wife! Lisa had long, curly brown hair down to the middle of her back. She had small tits and a tight ass, from what I could see of her. She was also sitting alone. My wife was busy chatting with her work friends, so I sat down next to Lisa.

Lisa and I seemed to hit it right off the bat. She was new and didn't know hardly anyone there. That was the same feeling I got every year. I didn't know these people so I sat there bored out of my mind.

However, it worked out for me that day. Lisa and I decided to leave the picnic at the same time. I told my wife I was going and she kissed me goodbye. I walked down the trail, to where the car parking lot was, with Lisa. I decided to make my move. I took Lisa by the hand and led her off the path. Once we were isolated, I started to kiss her mouth. 

Lisa didn't put up a fight. She returned my kiss with passion. We started to grope each other like two teenagers. Lisa then brought me up short.

"Not here, let's go to my place," she whispered to me.

I followed Lisa back to her apartment and we went inside. Once there it didn't take long to get stripped down. Lisa led me to the bedroom and told me to lie back. 

"Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you," Lisa said.

I did as I was told and the next thing I knew I had handcuffs around my wrists. Lisa then cuffed me to the bedposts. I didn't know if I quite liked what she was up to. She told me to enjoy this. Lisa then spread my legs wide and got in between my thighs. She began to kiss and suck my ball sacs.

This was making my cock begin to rise. Lisa continued to massage my balls and then placed her mouth around my mushroom head. She lapped and sucked and kissed my cock everyway imaginable. My cock rose up to its seven inch length pretty fast. She then asked me if I was going to be a good boy for her. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to.

She undid the cuffs to the posts and then positioned her pussy above my shaft. She then teased me by rubbing her wet slit across my cockhead. She did this a few times and I thought I was going to blow. Lisa then slowly moved down onto my staff. I reached up and took a tit in each of my hands. Lisa wiggled down further, working up and down my pole. 

I wanted her so bad now. I thrust my ass up off the bed and entered her completely. Lisa let out a yip and my hands went to her asscheeks. I pulled them apart, wanting to get as deep as possible inside her tight pussy, and Lisa was tight. My wife's pussy has gotten a bit loose over the years. Lisa must have worked out because she clamped down hard around my fuck stick. 

I knew just how to arouse Lisa. I started to talk dirty to her. I told her she was my slut now. I was going to do whatever I wanted to her. Lisa got very heated up from all this talk. She began to ride me with meaning. She milked up and down my rod, getting down to my root then slowly backing off. I now held Lisa's hips, forcing her down on my cock. I know we lost track of time. 

I also knew I wasn't wearing any protection. I had gotten so carried away, I hadn't given it a thought. It was simply too late now. I could feel Lisa's orgasms growing in strength. I was almost there myself. We were building to a climax. 

"God, Tim... I want your seed," Lisa said. "Please give it to me!"

I thrust a few more times and then I cut loose. I blew one hot fountain of cum after another. I shot my wad deep into Lisa's pussy. Lisa also came, she was practically screaming as she did. We went at it for some minutes after we both came. I never wanted this feeling to end, it was so hot inside Lisa. Just when it seemed we might be finished I flipped Lisa onto her back

I still had my cock buried inside her. Our faces were flushed. I looked directly into her eyes.

"Do you still want and need me Lisa?" I asked.

Oh my God, yes Tim!" "I never want you to stop fucking me, ever," was Lisa's reply to me.

I was still hard and I drove my pecker into her once more. Hard and deep strokes, I was ramming her over and over. Lisa threw her head back as I almost pulled out of her cum drenched hole. I then pushed as fast and hard as I could. Our pubic bones collided together. As I continued to fuck Lisa, my balls were hitting her ass. The slapping noises were making Lisa close to cumming again, she said.

I told her to give her pussy cream to me, I didn't want her holding back on me. After I spoke those words, Lisa lifted up and sprayed her juices all over my dick. There was the sound of wet-on-wet. I couldn't believe how much both of us had cum together. I know I had gotten carried away by the whole experience.

I eventually pulled out of Lisa and she went into the bathroom and got cleaned up. She came back with a damp cloth and cleaned some of the mess from my cock. We both cuddled together, kissing and talking afterwards. I then learned some things about Lisa.

She had gone through a rough divorce recently,and had taken the receptionist's job out of desperation. Her ex had taken the bulk of their savings and ran off. She was also very lonely as of late. Until she had met me, she hadn't made love to a man in some time. She also didn't want to give up what we started that day.

Neither did I. Lovemaking with the wife had been stale for awhile. One complication was that Lisa wasn't interested in sharing. She said she wanted me all to herself. I told her I needed to think about that. She said she would give me a few months to decide. Until then I plan to fuck Lisa at every opportunity I get.

Company Picnic



Sometimes things happen that you never planned or wanted. Last summer was one of those times. I don't really know how it happened. It is not like I am in any way unhappy with my husband or our sex life.

My name is Diane. I am 25 years old and have been married to Greg for three years, after meeting in college and three years of intensive dating, I was still a virgin when Greg asked me to marry him right after our senior year in college began. In fact, other than Greg only one other guy had ever touched even my breasts and that was a guy I dated my freshman year. He broke up with me when I would not go any farther with him.

I am a CPA for a medium sized accounting firm in Portland, Oregon. I have worked there since I graduated and enjoy my job. The incident I am writing about happened at our company picnic last August. As it happened, the Saturday of the picnic Greg had to be at his parents house for the day helping cut down a tree that had died. The result was I went to the picnic by myself. This was not that unusual as I was often at company functions without Greg.

The picnic was at Mt. Tabor park. You may not know this park at all, it is an extinct volcano inside the City of Portland. It is a very pretty park. The day was perfect, the food was great and the wine and beer made it easy to relax.

I was wearing a tan shirt dress that came to just above my knees and was belted around the waist. I remember as I got dressed that morning I was standing at the closet in my matching pink bikini panties and bra set trying to pick out a dress and Greg commented on how much he wished he could be with me if I was going to be so sexy. Now if you are thinking I am going to say he made any comments about the other guys there, you are wrong. He only said, "I can't wait until I get home this evening and help you get out of those panties." I felt a thrill when he said that and gave him a hug and kiss that allowed me to know just how anxious he was. I wanted to make love right then, but he had to get going.

So, I was at the picnic, enjoying some really good beer and enjoying gossip with some of the other girls from the office. Suddenly, one of my bosses came up and introduced me to his cousin who was visiting from New Mexico. Dave was handsome, about 5' 10", nicely put together, maybe 30 years old and smelled really good. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing his stories about life in rural New Mexico. He was talking about a large lava flow in the western part of the state, when I asked him if he knew he was standing on a volcano. He was surprised and somewhat disbelieving so I offered to show him the crater.

It wasn't real far to the crater from the picnic area, but it was out of sight of everyone else and down the hill a little ways. As we headed down, I slipped a little on the grass and Dave took my hand to steady me. It is funny how something so innocent can lead so far. My hand felt good in his and since we were still walking down a grassy hillside I kept holding onto him. When I slipped again he put his arm around my waist before again taking my hand. His hand brushing the underside of my breast as he did this felt good.

The volcano crater at Mt. Tabor isn't much to look at actually. Dave wanted to explore some more, but first I needed to use the ladies room. I was surprised at how wet I was when I wiped. I even thought of how pleasant it would be to have Dave kiss me, but dismissed the thought as crazy as I pulled my panties back up and smoothed out and straightened my dress.

Climbing around the crater was fun and I still enjoyed Dave holding onto my hand and pulling me up as we climbed up some rocks. It was easy to justify since my sandals, even with their low heels, were not made for hiking and rock climbing. We had just gotten to the top of the back side of the crater and Dave put his arm around me to steady me.

His arm felt good, he smelled good, I felt good and when he kissed me I felt even better. I knew I should not be letting him kiss me but didn't want to resist as his tongue explored mine. I didn't resist as his hand came up to my breast and messaged it through my dress. He pulled me into him and I could feel how the passion of the moment was affecting him and was flattered. We kept kissing and he undid the top two buttons of my dress and put his hand inside my bra.

Even as my mind was screaming at me to stop him, my body was loving how it felt. I was helpless to resist as he led me to a grassy area nearby and I sat down with him next to me. It was secluded, the sun was warm, but not too hot and I was not ready to stop, although I did not want to go any farther.

We kissed some more and he kept lightly touching my nipple as we kissed. Then he gently laid me back and, laying next to me, kissed me more while beginning to move his hand up my bare leg and under my dress. His hand on my inner thigh felt so good and I could feel my clitoris tingle as he touched me and I involuntarily spread my legs a little. I know I should have pushed his hand away when it brushed against my panties, but I told myself I was not cheating yet and was not going to.

The way Dave was laying against me and half on me, I could feel his erection against my hip and loved how it felt. His searching hand began to lightly caress me through my panties and I began to think how much I wanted to be filled. My dress was almost up to my waist as he stroked me then he pulled my panties to the side and fingered me directly. I could not help but thrust up against his gently probing fingers. At the same time he loosened his shorts and pulled them down along with his briefs. He was circumcised and about the same size as Greg. It looked beautiful.

Dave's bare penis against my bare leg felt really good, but I told him we could not go any farther. I told him we could cum against me leg if he wanted. Dave moved on top of me and I spread my legs as his penis rubbed my clitoris and pushed my panties between my labia. It reminded me of dry humping with Greg before we were engaged and I did not want him to stop.

When Dave sat up and took hold of the top of my panties to pull them off I told him to stop. He did stop and lay on top of me again pressing his penis into me and making me want more. So when he sat up again and took hold of the top of my panties to pull them off I told him to stop but I also raised my hips so he could pull them down.

I told Dave, "Please don't put it in me, I don't want to cheat on my husband."

When he rubbed the tip of his penis between my labia it felt so good. I wondered if he was leaking pre-cum at the opening of my vagina and got even more excited by that thought. Still, when he put his penis a little ways into the opening I told him to stop.

We went back to dry humping and kissing. However, the next time Dave ran the tip of his penis between my labia I thrust my hips up so I could feel it more. The caused his penis to partly enter me. I can't even describe how good it felt, or how much I wanted to feel him all the way in. Dave said, "Sorry." and pulled back. But I said, "Just let me feel you a little ways into me, you feel so good."

Dave pushed forward and I once again felt the round head of his penis separating my labia and then entering me. Suddenly I could not stand it any longer and grabbed his buns and pulled him into me all the way. I felt his balls against my bottom and felt filled as a woman needs to be filled. It felt so good. He began to move in and out with long, delicious strokes. He knew what he was doing and as I grew more intensely excited pushed hard against me as I climaxed strongly.

Dave lay there quietly for a minute and then began to move in and out of me again. The feeling was so good and I could feel my vaginal muscles contract around him in what I can only describe as mini orgasms. Then Dave suddenly pushed all the way into me. He grunted and I felt his penis pulse as he came deep inside me. It felt so good it was like another mini orgasm.

We lay there quietly for a few minutes while I enjoyed the feel of his still hard penis. Every few seconds his penis pulsed again and I could feel my vaginal muscles contract as it did.

Finally, he went limp and his penis fell out of me with a slight plop. I could feel his semen running out and down and suddenly felt embarrassed at what I had done.

Dave put his shorts back on and I picked up my panties as we headed back to the restrooms to clean up a little. I could feel his semen running down my leg and was really glad no one was around to see that and to wonder why I was carrying my panties, as if there was much to wonder at.

We walked part way back to the picnic area and then I separated from him and he circled around to enter from a different direction. No one seemed to wonder about my absence and I rejoined the other girls and got another beer. I was tempted to go back to talk to Dave some more. I was also tempted to try to spend more time with him. I resisted both temptations and finally left the picnic somewhat early, although it was almost 6:00.

I was shocked and a little panicked when I went to pee and saw how much of Dave's semen was staining my panties. I wanted to throw them away but couldn't figure out how Greg would take me telling him why he didn't get to take them off when he got home in a couple of hours. I was terrified he would know what I had done. So I carefully handwashed them and threw them in the dryer. I stripped and took a shower. When I got dressed my warm panties felt good on me as I pulled them up.

When Greg got home I was sitting in the living room watching a chick flick. I got up and kissed him ferociously and asked if I could get him anything. He led me back to our bedroom and proceeded to remove my panties and make wonderful love to me. This was the second time that day I had sex with only my panties off and I wondered if there was anything to give away what I had done.

I have never heard from Dave again, which is the way I want it. I am not tempted to have a repeat performance, although I can't help but think about how good it felt.

Also, I am pregnant. Looking back to my last period, when the picnic was and the expected due date this May, I was probably at my peak fertility that day with Dave and then Greg. Greg is thrilled, but surprised to be an expectant father and will never know that the baby might not be biologically his.



Company Picnic



Hmmm... this is interesting. I just got an email from my step-dad in Los Angeles. I've been away at college in another state and haven't seen him in years. He says he's doing fine, but that he misses me. Hey, a phone call every now and then wouldn't be asking a lot. Still, it's good to hear from him. We always got along fine, especially from when I began to become a woman and not the little girl he was around every day.

He is saying in his email that there is a father-daughter event for employees at his company next week in LA, and it would be a good chance to 'catch up', whatever that means. I still have fond memories of feeling his hands on my thigh when I would sit on his lap. I wonder if that's what he means. Even after being away for so long, I still have some fantasies about those days. I wonder if he does, too. Oh, here it is – the date. It's next Wednesday in LA. It just so happens that I have a few days off next week and making a short trip to Los Angeles might be nice. At college I am really getting a lot of attention from the boys. They say I'm very beautiful. I know they just really want to dick me, but sometimes, that's alright. I wonder if dad will have the same thoughts.

Booking my flight and hotel room wasn't too much trouble, but there is so much more to plan for. Finances are a little bit tight, so I'll just see if my step dad can pick me up at the airport. Fortunately, he included a phone number in his email. I'll just give him a call. He answers. As soon as I hear his voice, my pulse quickens a little. I remember fixating on his voice when I was younger. During an all too brief conversation, I notice that I subconsciously put my right hand on my breast. Damn, do I really want to go there? I guess I do. After all, I'm 22 years old now.

The rest of the week has passed slowly for me, thinking every night about seeing him as I lay in bed and try to fall asleep. Sometimes, I stoke in-between my thighs. It reminds me of things, and dad.

Finally, it's the day of my departure. I get a phone call. "Honey, it's dad. Are you still coming?"

"Yes, dad. I will be there soon. Pick me up like you promised?" I said

"It will be a pleasure to pick you up."

I put on the normal frumpy clothes that people like to travel in for comfort, but with one difference. I pack a special dress and top that I will change into when I land in LA. It's a loose fitting skirt that forms nicely around my ass and easily slides over my legs. A simple white buttoned shirt will do nicely. My long dark hair falls on my shoulders. We'll see how dad reacts to his all grown up girl...

The plane lands and we get off. Even in my frumpy travel clothes, there are men on the plane looking at me. That's alright, I sort of like the attention. We exit the plane and I make my way to pick up my luggage. Afterwards, I go to the restroom and change into my clothes. I go outside to the curb, and there he is standing by his car. I walk rapidly as a stiff breeze blows my skirt around . He opens my door for me and I get inside as I watch his eyes. They are fixed on my long tan legs. I pull my skirt back down as he goes around to the driver's side. Once inside, dad notices that I am having a little trouble latching the shoulder harness. He latches it for me and then runs his hand up the length of the belt. Of course, his hand can't help but brush my breast. He smiles, and once again, my heart races...

We pull away from the airport, and with the window open the wind from outside is moving my skirt up my legs. I'm wondering if dad is noticing this. He does. I glance down at his crotch to see if he is getting hard like he used to years ago when I sat on his lap.

"So, how have you been honey? Doing well in college? I'll bet you're getting lots of looks from the boys." He says.

"Yeah, sometimes."

"You know, sweetheart, the trouble with the boys is that they don't really appreciate a beautiful woman like, say, I can."

I simply smile, and touch my hair. I pretend to adjust the shoulder harness a little. Really, I'm just making sure it is separating my breasts in the most flattering – and seductive way. I know a trick or two. Dad is wearing his work clothes. A white shirt, tie, and loose fitting slacks. That's cool. It's so difficult for a man to hide an erection in those pants.

We arrive at the hotel I booked. He parks the car and gets out. It's then that I can really notice the beginnings of a nice bulge in his pants. I must be even more attractive to him that before. And now I'm old enough to make my own decisions. Got to be cool, though. He comes around and opens my door for me. I casually swing my legs out, and from the angle of his head, I know that his eyes are locked on those killer legs. I pretend not to be aware of his glances. Dad opens the trunk and retrieves my two suit cases. He is so helpful!

We go to the front desk, and I check in. Right away, the clerk assumes we are together, so I quickly voice, "Dad, don't worry about paying for this. I already did."

"Good girl." He says. "Daddy likes how you've grown up."

The clerk seems to be thinking the same thing, but he's just a boy and probably not properly appreciative of a young beautiful woman. Dad is standing very, very close to me now. We leave the desk for the elevators. Dad gets in first. I go in and stand next to him at the back. The elevator begins to rise. I look down at dad's slacks and can clearly see his penis throbbing inside. I slide a little a closer to him, then a little closer. Finally, our hips are touching. My heart is pounding. I assume his is, too. Dad takes a long deep breath.

"Honey, how do you feel?" He asks me.

"Like old times, daddy." I reply, and I turn my body towards him, making sure my breast brushes his arm, and give him a little kiss on the cheek.

Dad now turns his body toward mine. God, I can feel his stiff cock touching me. I'm breathing harder now. I've got to control that. Still, the feel of dad's erection is exciting me like nothing else. I move around to stand in front of him in the elevator so that he cannot see the naked desire on my face. I feel dad's hands on both sides of my hips, and he pulls be back toward him. My firm round ass is now feeling a very hard dick pressing into it. I think daddy would like it if I danced around a little to rub it with my ass.

"Do you like that, daddy?" I ask him.

"Yes, sweetie."

All of a sudden, I feel his breath on the side of my neck as his lips kiss me. Dad's hands have moved from my hips and are now securely cupping both my breasts. I can't control my breathing now. It's so obvious. I want his cock so bad I can't stand it. How long will I have to wait? Daddy's lips travel up and down my neck as he feels my breasts through my shirt. He says my hair smells so good. I try to continue rubbing his erection with my ass. Just then, the elevator stops unexpectedly. We both try to compose ourselves. The door opens, revealing three people wanting to get in. Good thing, it's our floor, and we leave the elevator. Things were getting a little out of control in there.

We walk toward my room, dad close behind. It's a wonder he can even walk with that thing! Part of my shirt is pulled out of my skirt, and my hair is probably a little mussed up. I take out the card and try to put it in the slot, but have difficulty getting it in because of nervousness. Dad takes my hand and guides it in. I'm thinking I will probably soon be returning the favor. We both go inside the room.

"Mind if I close the door, sweetheart?"

"I was really hoping you would. It's so good to see you again." I said.

"Yes, I have missed you. I think about you often."

"Me, too."

I turn to go into the bedroom, but as I walk, I pretend to accidentally drop my key on the floor. It's just a ruse to bend over so that dad can see what a nicely shaped ass I've got, and of course, my skirt hikes up my legs a little, too. I think dad will like that.

This time, I don't have to guess as I hear his voice say, "nice."

"Thank you, daddy."

I step into the bedroom and instead of really closing the door, I just close it a little. I notice that it wants to swing back open. Just what I wanted. I pretend not to notice the door slowly opening back up, and unsnap my skirt to let it fall to the floor.

"Need any help?" He asks.

" No, but if I do, I'll call for you." I say. The door is a little open now, but I don't really mind. A nice show for dad will make his day.

"So, what's the deal with your company party, dad? You haven't really said much about that."

"Oh, we don't really have to go into that now." He says to me. Then, almost inaudible, I can hear dad say to himself, "there are other things I want to get into now."

I step out of my skirt as it lays on the floor, still in my heels. I know daddy likes nice legs and I just want to share what I have with him. He's so appreciative. I unbutton my shirt, back to the door. I hope he's watching. I unfasten the last button and open my white shirt, looking down at my breasts, still in their bra. I feel I'm being watched. I simply ask, "daddy?"

I slowly turn around, and there he is – shirtless, but still in his pants and shoes. I walk toward him, my long hair dancing on my shoulders. I give my lips a single swipe of my tongue to moisten them. I walk slowly towards dad. He's leaning against the door jamb, but straightens up as I get closer. I approach him, and put my fingers inside the top of his pants, over his belt.

"What are you thinking, honey?" He asks me.

"I'm thinking that daddy might like the touch of these lips on his throbbing cock." I say.

"Is that what you want?"

"Daddy, it's what I've always wanted."

"Unbuckle it and pull the zipper down." He instructs me.

"Like this, dad?" I ask him as I undo his pants.

"Yeah, baby. Like that." He responds.

"Do you like my boobs?"

"Yes, honey. Here, let me reach around and unsnap your bra." He takes it off, and It falls off my breasts and onto the floor. "You've developed very nice breasts, sweetheart. I really like them, especially your nipples."

"What do you want to do with them?" I ask, but dad doesn't answer. He lowers his head and takes a nipple in-between his teeth, gently biting on it while stroking the tip of it with his tongue. I can't help but to reach down and touch my pussy through my panties. I feel dad's hand sliding down over my ass, and then I feel his hand pulling my panties down over my hips. My own hand is now on my pussy, but soon I feel dad's hand feeling my slit from behind. Fuck, this is awesome. I pull my step dad's stiff throbbing cock out of his pants and drop down to my knees to lick it. It feels so good on my lips and tongue as I take it in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip. I wonder if dad will let me taste his cum. I wonder if he wants me to do that? Right now, I'm just really enjoying having his cock in my mouth and looking up at him to see the pleasure on his face, my tits bouncing freely on my chest. Dad's cock is getting so red and hot.

"Honey, I think daddy would like to taste your pussy. Do you like that sort of thing?" He asks me. I slowly pull dad's cock out of my mouth, as if I'm trying to make him cum. He doesn't, but almost. The sensation of feeling my wet lips slide over the tip is almost too much for him to control.

I stand up, letting my breasts brush against his body as I do. I can still feel his wet cock touching my skin. Dad puts his hands around my waist, pulls me into him, and then walks me backward toward the bed.

"Sit on the edge." He instructs me. He then puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down so that I am lying on my back, legs over the edge, and feet on the floor. I'm hoping this means I'll soon feel his lips and tongue on my pussy. I don't have to wait long for an answer. Dad's hands are now on both my knees and spread my legs wide. Soon, I feel his mouth on my inner leg, on the side of my right knee. 

"Daddy, that feels so good. Can you go higher up?" I pant.

"You mean like this?" He says, and I feel him kissing my inner thigh, moving upwards toward my tight little slit. "I really like bare pussy. I like how you took care of that before you came out here."

"But, daddy," I say to him, "I always do." Fuck, I feel his warm tongue sliding up and down my pussy. "Do I taste good?"

Dad, slips his tongue inside you and then replies, "the best."

"I'm so happy you like my pussy." I say. I reach down and rub my clit as dad continues kissing. "Oh daddy!" I can barely breathe fast enough! Soon, daddy's lips are over her clit and I begin to orgasm - just the first of more to come.

My legs are trying to close, but dad forces them to remain open as he stimulates my pussy. Writhing on the bed, I finally just give in and orgasm again. I really want his cock. Damn, dad's cock is looking so hard, just sticking out like that. I've got to get that thing inside me. I can't wait to feel it slipping into my wet pussy. Dad scoots my body up the bed and climbs on top of me. He really wants to fuck my tits, maybe even shoot a load on my chest.

"I want to fuck your titties." He says to me. He places his cock in-between them. I position my arms to squeeze them around his cock. In and out he's fucking my boobs, occasionally pulling it out to rub my nipples with it, spreading some pre-cum over them. I reach down and rub my pussy, imagining how he licked me to orgasm only a few minutes ago. All of a sudden, dad slides down my body, and I feel his hard cock around my pussy. I take hold of it and guide it into my slit.

I feel him enter me. His cock is going in nice, real nice. "Hey, baby, does that feel like you imagined it?"

"God, it's even better. Your cock fits me so well." I coo as dad begins thrusting his erect shaft mercilessly into his beautiful step-daughter.

"Fuck, this is incredible. I'm so glad I'm finally having you." He says. Dad's chest rests on my nice tits, as I try to wrap my legs around him. I feel him slam into me. I love this! Dads cock is so hot as it slips in and out of my tight, but wet, tight pussy.

"Don't stop fucking me! Don't stop! I love how your dick feels inside me." I scream.

All dad is feeling is the exquisite sensation of his cock sliding in and out of his beautiful step-daughter. His pace quickens. We both feel it. He's about to explode inside me.

"Daddy, do you remember what I wanted? I want you to cum in my mouth." I say. He's barely listening, or so I think.

Suddenly, his body jolts and a jet of cum shoots deep inside my body. He can tell there is more to come. Dad pulls his still hard cock out of my pussy and brings it up to my mouth. "Give it to me, daddy!" I say as I place my lips around his hot cock, wet with my own juices and takes as much of it into my mouth as it will hold. My tongue massages dad's erect cock until he explodes again inside my mouth. I swallow all of it, wipe my mouth with my hand, smile, and say, "Thank you, daddy."

We both fall on our backs to the bed. After a minute or so, I ask, "what about the party? Aren't you going to be late?"

Dad merely replies, "The party happened right on time."



Company Picnic



Many thanks to Lily Eve Martin for all the hard work editing and improving this story from a previous version.

*****

Something was wrong in accounts receivable.

Only about 10 per cent of the 200 people at the company picnic were in the department, and most of them participated in the games and enjoyed the barbecue just like the rest of the staff. However, eight of the ladies seemed preoccupied, and one young woman was almost hysterical.

The two men in the department, Mr. James, the manager, and his assistant, Mr. Granger, didn't notice any of this. Beers and mixed drinks had turned them happy and sappy.

Mr. James and Mr. Granger were known for their jolliness even when they weren't drunk. Almost a joke in the company, they seemed to be joined at the hip. Both in their 40s, like most of the women they supervised, they were always smiling and joking and strutting, like roosters in a henhouse.

The superiors they reported to knew that behind the easygoing exterior, both were efficient and ruthless administrators. They got bonuses every year for how well they kept their costs down, and most of the costs were personnel costs.

The women they supervised felt they should be getting paid more for how hard Mr. James and Mr. Granger worked them. They also knew that their jobs were secure as long as they produced, and so they put up with the way their bosses condescended to them and their annoying fake good-natured joking.

When one of the older women retired, everyone moved up a notch, and the newest employee always became the executive assistant to both men. They pretended she was an important secretary and dictated letters and messages to her. In reality, she was little more than a file clerk and errand girl for everyone in the department and worked harder than any of the other women.

The newest girl in that position was a cute young thing in her mid-20's who was viewed with suspicion by the veterans at first, just like each new hire in the department. Viveca was so eager to please and so friendly and trusting that by her second month, she had become the department pet.

That's why Abby and Kathleen were shocked to see her sobbing with her head in her hands late one Thursday afternoon. They had been working late to finish a project, and they thought everyone else had left when they heard a noise in the break room.

"What's wrong, Viveca?" asked Abby.

Viveca looked up startled. "I didn't think anyone was here," she said and stood up, wiping her face with her hand. "I'm sorry for bothering you. It's really nothing."

"It sure didn't sound like nothing," said Kathleen, pulling her back down to the table and sitting next to her. She put her arm around her shoulders, and was startled when Viveca turned to her and buried her face on her shoulder and began sobbing again.

It took over an hour of soothing and sympathizing, before it all came out. Kathleen and Abby were used to cracking harder nuts than Viveca.

Mr. James and Mr. Granger had been joking with her since she began working for them, and since she saw them joking with the other women, she figured that was just part of working there. The joking began getting graphic, making her more and more uncomfortable. Sometimes individually and sometimes together, they would begin making unpleasant conversation with her. Although it upset her, she didn't say anything because at first it happened only occasionally and not for long.

Then the touching began, and it went further and further. Finally, she resisted and told them to back off. That's when they laughed and joked and said they were sorry, that she must have misunderstood their intentions. During the laughter and joking, they mentioned how bad they felt about her mother's health and how glad they were to hire her so she could earn enough money to make sure her mother would be able to get the care she needed.

She was shocked because it sounded like a veiled threat. They told her to take the rest of the day off and said they were looking forward to working together with her after she'd had a chance to calm down and realize they only wanted the best for her. They both gave her looks that told her she was interpreting them the right way. If she didn't put out for them, she would be out of a job.

For the last two weeks, she told Abby and Kathleen, she had been having sex with each one alone in their offices in the middle of the day. It started with oral and went on to full sessions on top of their desks and couches. And they both told her today that they were expecting anal next week.

Viveca said she was afraid to tell her boyfriend because she thought he would go after Mr. James and Mr. Granger and end up in prison. She didn't know which way to turn, and she felt like she was going out of her mind.

Abby and Kathleen listened in shock. They went way beyond the games Mr. James and Mr. Granger played to manipulate the staff and keep the salaries down. They looked at each other and at Viveca. Abby cleared her throat and said, "Viveca, you can stop crying. We've known Mr. James and Mr. Granger well for many years, and we'll have a chat with them. They are going to stop this nonsense. Call in sick tomorrow, and we'll see you at the company picnic on Sunday. I promise you by the time you come to work on Monday, all this will be behind you. Now get yourself together and go home."

When she had left, Kathleen turned to Abby and said, "Why did you tell her that? What can we do?"

"I don't know," said Abby. "We have to think of something. "I'm going to spend some time tonight thinking about this, and I want you to do the same. The first thing I'm going to think of is which ladies here hate them the most. And the second thing is what we and they can do to help Viveca. They've screwed us over through the years, but they've gone too far this time. Maybe we should have done something before they turned into pond scum."

On Friday, Kathleen and Abby and six other ladies in the department had lunch in the private room at the chop suey joint down the street. When Kathleen and Abby told the others what they had found out, outrage was followed by frustration, because all of them felt they were powerless to help.

Abby and Kathleen read some of ideas they had come up with, each one more extreme and outrageous than the one before. What they had in common were two themes: humiliation and blackmail. The other women smiled while they listened, and soon the brainstorming was in full swing. After wonton soup, potstickers and egg rolls, Abby called a halt. "We have half an hour left, ladies," she said. "We've got some great ideas. Now we need to figure out which ones will work on Sunday at the picnic."

Between the sweet and sour pork, moo goo gai pan, beef with broccoli and refining of the ideas, they got back to the office 10 minutes late. Mr. Granger and Mr. James didn't say a thing. They knew the ladies who were late were among their most efficient and reliable employees, who never caused any problems. So they didn't reprimand them. They joked about it, and the ladies all laughed louder than usual.

At the picnic, the eight conspirators noticed that Mr. James and Mr. Granger were buzzing around Viveca. As they got more soused, their tongues had become looser and looser. Whenever one could manage to get next to Viveca out of earshot of the others, there would be a special joke for her that made her upset.

After one of the episodes, she ran to Kathleen and was almost in tears. "I'm trying to avoid them," she said. "They keep coming up to me and making jokes about asses and anal sex."

"Take it easy, Viveca," said Kathleen. "Until the picnic is over at 3, I want you to stick close to me and Abby. We'll run interference so Mr. Granger and Mr. James won't have another chance to talk to you alone. When we're done here, I want you to go straight home and be in the office on the dot at 8 tomorrow morning. We'll take care of everything else."

"What are you going to do?" asked Viveca, her eyes wide.

"You're not going to be involved in any way, and you're not going to know," said Kathleen. "It's safer for you that way."

"Please don't get yourselves in trouble on my account," said Viveca.

"You're such a sweetie-pie," said Kathleen and gave her a squeeze. "Don't worry about us. We'll be fine. I'm so glad we got to know you."

If Mr. Granger and Mr. James noticed that some of the women were spiking their drinks with extra booze from the punch ingredients, they didn't say anything. They were having a good time smiling and joking.

Their wives weren't at the picnic, because it was an employee-only gathering, with no boyfriends, girlfriends, spouses or partners, unlike the Christmas party, where everyone was invited to bring a date. So the two men drove there together. They hadn't decided who was the designated driver, and as the picnic wound up, both were sitting on benches and leaning over a picnic table, unable to speak coherently or even stand up.

Kathleen, Abby and a couple of the other conspirators managed to almost drag them to Abby's sedan and dump them into the back seat, where they leaned against each other and made it hard to tighten the seatbelts. While they were dragging them along, several of the other women in the department walked over and looked at the men.

Most of them remarked that they had never seen Mr. Granger and Mr. James so drunk. Abby told them, "We know. We'll try to sober them up so they can drive home later without getting in trouble with their wives." That got them a look that seemed to say, why in the world would you do that for them?

The car was silent as Abby drove except for mumbling from the back seat, and the first time anything was said was when they pulled up the driveway of a nice country estate about 15 minutes from the picnic grounds. Two cars pulled up behind them, and as the women rolled the two men out of the car, Mr. Granger said, "Where are we?"

"This is the home of one of my sisters," said Kathleen. "Her family is on vacation in Europe, and I'm watching it. It's not far from the picnic, so we thought we'd bring the two of you here to sober you up before you went home. We already called your wives and told them you'd be delayed a few hours because of an unexpected meeting." Both men nodded.

"Let's bring them around to the back yard," said Kathleen to the women. "We've got everything set up there. We won't have to go inside at all except to put on our swimming suits. Help me get Mr. Granger and Mr. James over here by the volleyball poles. Bring those straps over here, Josie."

The house was on a ranch estate with large wild growth on both sides and the wild area in back led to wire fences that were too distant to be seen. The women look around and couldn't see the nearest house. Kathleen's sister and her husband liked privacy. 

The back yard was almost as big as a football field, divided into a large pool area and an even larger grassy lawn that rose to a nice hill from which you could see over the fence into the wasteland beyond. Large trees around the perimeter gave shade and made patches in the bright sunlight on the lawn.

The two men were dragged over the lawn, and each one was laid down by one of the metal poles that was used to hold up a volleyball net. Then the women started taking off the men's clothes. The men tried to resist but were too wasted to make more than a half-hearted effort. Their grumbles weren't coherent.

"Josie," said Kathleen, "you'll find the hoses on either side of the house." Josie pulled two long hoses to where the men lay and attached pistol hose sprayers to each one. The sprayers had small compartments attached for use with liquid lawn food. Meanwhile, Venus and Gloria got out their video cameras.

"Okay, they're stripped," said Kathleen. "Good job, ladies. Now please follow my instructions carefully. If the first part grosses you out, don't look. Let's start with Mr. Granger. Get him on his hands and knees. Now pull his legs wide apart and push his knees toward his chest so his hairy ass is high in the air.

"We need to see more. One of you please take each cheek and slowly pull it away as far as you can so we have a clear view. Now, hand me that bright red nail polish, Abby. I'm doing some body painting right here in the middle. I'm painting a nice wide red circle all over the hair around that ugly black hole. Too bad no one will ever see how good I am at this. Three of you stay with Mr. Granger and make sure his cheeks stay wide open until the nail polish dries. It's a scratch resistant brand, so it won't wear off for weeks. The rest of you ladies come and help me do the same to Mr. James."

When they had checked with a tissue to make sure that the polish had dried on each man, they let go of the cheeks and the red circles disappeared from sight.

"Now help me with these chains," said Kathleen. Following her directions, they attached a three-foot chain to each man's right ankle and the other end to one of the poles. Then they did the same to each man's right wrist. The men tried to resist, but they were still too woozy to cause any problems.

When the women were done, Kathleen said, "We'll start at this pole with Mr. Granger. Oh Josie, would you go back to the house and turn on the water to the hoses? Abby and I will show you how this game works, and then whoever wants can have a turn."

She went over to where Mr. Granger was lying on the lawn and aimed a blast of water right into his face, then a second, then a third. He got up sputtering and attempting to lift his hands to his face to protect himself. His right hand wouldn't reach until he got right next to the pole.

"What's going on?" demanded Mr. Granger as he wiped his eyes. The women had never seen such an angry face on him in the office.

"Nothing but a little fun, Mr. Granger," said Kathleen. "You know how much we love all your little jokes and the funny things you tell us at work. The picnic was fun, too, and now we have some special fun to thank you for all you've done for us."

"Thanks, Kathleen," said Mr. Granger. "I don't find this funny. If you don't release us immediately, there will be consequences."

"Yes, we know," said Kathleen, "but let's not talk about them now. We're here to celebrate how our department is always No. 1 in keeping costs down and you and Mr. James help us win that honor every year. You've trained us well, and we know you're doing the same with our darling Viveca."

Mr. Granger was starting to sober up. When he heard these words, he turned to look at Mr. James, who was still lying on the ground near the other pole. Then he looked away quickly.

"So we're going to play a few games with you this afternoon," continued Kathleen. "The first one is like a carnival game, the one where you get a water gun and aim it at a tube to see who can fill it up and push a ball to the top of the tube first."

She stood up, took her pistol and paced off 10 steps. "Ladies, please get in a circle this far from Mr. Granger." When the women had circled Mr. Granger, she got down on one knee, aimed the pistol sprayer at him and began shooting. As she did, she adjusted the spray to the setting that made the water come out in in a strong thin needle.

"Wait a -" said Mr. Granger. He stopped when his mouth was filled with water from Kathleen's gun. He spit it out and turned his head away. Abby picked up the other sprayer, aimed it and began shooting another stinging needle of water at him.

The day was hot, and the water from the hose was warm. Kathleen was aiming at his chest now, and then she slowly moved the water needle lower. Because his right hand couldn't get far from the pole, he had to move close to it and then crouch in a squat to get both hands in position to protect himself.

Suddenly he screamed and reached his hands behind him. He turned around and saw that Amy had dropped down onto the grass and had aimed her needle of water through his spread legs right and had succeeded in hitting his testicles.

As he twisted around to protect his balls from the back, Kathleen moved and found a small opening in the front, and he screamed again as she hit his penis. He began moving and twisting continuously, trying to protect one side and then the other as the two women moved around him and shot from every angle. The grass around the pole got slippery from the water, and sometimes he fell on his rear, opening himself up to their needle bullets. With a scream, he got back and squatted on his feet as fast as he could and continued dodging.

Finally, Kathleen said, "Take a rest Mr. Granger, while we play with Mr. James. Who's ready to try the water pistols?" All the ladies were eager for a turn as they walked over to Mr. James who had been watching. He hadn't watched well enough, because the first thing he did was also try to say something until his mouth was full of choking water. Then he began dodging like he had seen Mr. Granger do.

The ladies took turns until each had a chance at the men. When they finished, both men were hunched over on the grass, holding their hands tightly around their penises and testes.

"Ladies, Amy and I are going to play one more game of dodge ball with Mr. Granger and Mr. James," said Kathleen. She began walking around Mr. James. Mr. James looked up at her. He was kneeling on the ground and bent over, holding his penis and testicles with both hands and pulling them forward and up so his whole body shielded them.

Meanwhile, Amy was unscrewing the container for liquid fertilizer and filling it up with something. She screwed the container tight and then turned to Mr. James. "Ladies," she said. "Do you see any target?" They looked and all laughed. In protecting his vitals, Mr. James was squatting and bent over. Between his butt cheeks, they could see some of the red nail polish. It looked like a bullseye.

"Let's see how good I am at target shooting," said Amy as she aimed. Mr. James jumped as the water needles hit his anus. He kept his eyes on Kathleen who was looking for ways to get him where it really hurt.

The bullseye opened under the water assault and the warm water rushed in, filling his insides. When he tried to move away, Kathleen got off a good stinging shot at his balls, so he stayed in his squatted crouch protecting himself from her. The water gushing into him was uncomfortable, but at least it didn't hurt.

Then the ladies began cheering. Bubbles began shooting out of Mr. James at the same time Amy was shooting into it. "I filled the chemical holder with liquid detergent," she said. "There's a washing machine going on inside Mr. James now. Let's go over and see if we can find Mr. Granger's target." Soon there were geysers of bubbles were coming out of his rear, too.

After a while, both men were squirming, and Kathleen put down the water pistol. "Okay ladies," she said, "take off the chains. Mr. Granger and Mr. James, see those trees over there near the fence. You can go behind them now, and when you're finished, you better come back here. If we have to get you, we're going to chain both hands so you can't protect yourself and then really give your balls some attention."

Both men were cold sober now. They were shifting from one food to the other, and their faces were grimacing. "What are you waiting for?" Kathleen said. "Do you want us to watch you? If you don't, get behind those trees."

The men looked at her and began walking slowly toward the trees she had pointed out. They started out walking slowly and stiffly, but after a few steps, they picked up the pace and after a few more steps they began running across the grass. Then they disappeared behind the trees, and the sounds began. There were groans and moans, mixed in with the cheers from the women.

After a while, the sounds stopped. "It's time to come back, Mr. Granger and Mr. James," said Kathleen. "I warned you what would happen if we have to go and get you." The men walked slowly back. They looked exhausted.




Company Picnic



"Now that Mr. James and Mr. Granger are cleaned out, we're going to play two more exciting games with them. My son works in a welding shop, and when I described what I wanted him to make yesterday, he said, 'Mom, what in the world would you use this for?' The only thing I could think to tell him was, 'Never you mind!'"

The women laughed as she pointed to a steel contraption that had two sides and a high crossbar. The cross bar was connected to the metal support pipes with a ratchet device. "Mr. James come over here," said Kathleen. "Pretend like you're at the gym and get underneath this cross bar." Mr. James didn't do anything. A couple of the women dragged him into place while he looked around frantically.

"Now this will be almost like doing squats, except you won't have to do anything. Just stand there for 15 minutes and you win, Mr. James. Then it's Mr. Granger's turn."

The sound of a car approaching made her stop. When the engine was turned off, a man got out walked toward the group.

"Hello, Mr. Bigwood, right on time," said Kathleen. "Mr. Bigwood is a professional that our department hired with our emergency petty cash fund. You can leave your T-shirt on Mr. Bigwood, because we all like how you fill it out. Please pull your shorts and underwear off and sit down on these outdoor furniture cushions we put over here, right behind Mr. James. 

"Ladies, it's your choice. We worked everything out today so that we would barely have to touch Mr. James and Mr. Granger. But anyone who would like to is welcome to touch Mr. Bigwood, because that's his business. If not, he can take care of it himself. Oh, I see there's no shortage of volunteers."

Mr. Bigwood seated himself behind Mr. James and was immediately blanketed with women who took turns on him, mostly with their hands. One of them shocked everyone by using her mouth.

"Lift your head up, Mr. James, and feel the weight of the bar. It's as light as a feather, isn't it? It's thin and hollow inside. Probably the foam padding where it hits your neck is as heavy as the metal. You shouldn't have any problem holding it up for 15 minutes, even if you're distracted occasionally.

"Here's how it works. Push that block of wood over here, please, Abby. It's only up to your knees, Mr. James, so those wood splinters sticking out of it shouldn't cause any damage if you don't squat down too far, even though you have to spread your legs a bit to keep your thighs from getting splinters.

"If you hold that bar up for 15 minutes, you win and we're done for the afternoon. We don't even get to play my last game. But if you lower your head a little too much, this ratchet device turns and lowers the bar a notch. You won't be able to bring it all the way back up. Now you have to hold it at a lower level for the rest of the time. And if you drop your head again, it will drop to a lower level.

"Of course, if that happens, you'll have to start squatting down and getting closer to those sharp splinters. Don't worry, there's plenty of room behind the piece of wood and you can just stick your rear out to avoid it.

"Of course, with your legs spread apart and your rear sticking out, you've got to be careful. I told you Mr. Bigwood was a professional. Look at him now, Mr. James. He's certainly ready.

"If you have to spread your legs and stick your butt out, you've got to be careful, because Mr. Bigwood will be right behind you. Look back there. Isn't that the longest thickest human baseball bat you've ever seen? Mr. Bigwood is famous around the world for his movies. He lives right in town." There was a lot of giggling now among the women.

"Don't get distracted when you're avoiding the splinters and stick your ass too far out or Mr. Bigwood may end up inside of you. If that happens within 15 minutes, you lose the game and get to play our last one. Okay, we're ready to start."

The women moved Mr. James into position. He grabbed hold of the metal pipes, but he had trouble holding on because there was something oily on them. The women gathered around him watching, giggling and whispering. For a minute or two, Mr. James stood with legs wide apart and head straight up like a statue. Then he gingerly tried to move one leg at a time just slightly for relief from the stiffness. As he did so, his head nodded down just a little.

"Click" came the sound of the ratchet, and his head was now six inches lower. Though he wasn't close to the splinters, he decided he'd better start pushing up against the padded bar with his neck so that it wouldn't drop any further. The pressure began building up and he tried to relieve it just a little. "Click."

Now his head was just a little above horizontal. He looked down. The splinters were closer, not threatening, but he thought he'd better move his rear back, away from them. He looked behind him at Mr. Bigwood's giant tower rising from the cushions. It was below his rear, a foot away. When he turned his head back, he made a mistake and dropped it for a split second. "Click."

No more looking around now. He knew where everything was. His back ached because he was bent over halfway. He felt like the splinters were very close, so he thrust his rear further out. Then he recoiled. Something had pushed between his cheeks. He got off that something fast. This time he was careful not to drop his head.

"Ten minutes," said Kathleen. "Good work, Mr. James. Now let us distract you. Is it plugged into the extension cord, Abby? Good. Turn it on."

Mr. James felt someone touching him below and jumped, making sure not to lower his head. He looked down and saw a pair of hands holding a small suction cup to the end of his penis. The cup was sucking the tip in for a few seconds and then releasing it. "It's a breast pump, Mr. James," said Kathleen. "Very gentle isn't it. Is it making you feel good?"

Mr. James wasn't feeling anything at first. Then as it softly pulled him in and released him, he began to feel a stirring. It slowly got stronger and stronger.

"Twelve minutes," said Kathleen. Something inside of Mr. James began feeling urgent. When the hands pulled the suction cup back for a moment, his body followed, and his head dropped for a second. Click.

Now his head was nearly at knee level and his rear was sticking up into the air. He couldn't hold it there, and gradually it came down until he felt something big, round, hard and greasy pushing into his cheeks.

He moved forward off it for a second, and then he felt something brush against his balls. It was the splinters. He had to move back, but the greasy thing was there.

Click. Oh no. He forgot about his head. It was below his knees now. He couldn't keep his rear up in the air much longer. How much time was left? Maybe if he would lower himself slowly, he could just sit on it and it wouldn't go in. Slowly, slowly. No, no. It was through his hole. The greasy thing was inside him. The girls were cheering. He had to lift up off of it. For a second he did, then his rear had to come back down and push it deeper inside him. He felt like it was drilling a huge hole in him. What was happening? Wait, someone was lifting him. It was two of the women. The wooden thing between his feet was gone, and the bar was up. They were moving his head down and out of that ratchet thing. He was crying.

"That's it, girls," Kathleen was saying. "It would be fun to watch him go all the way down, but that would spoil the finale. He lost the game and he's got to pay the penalty. Let's get Mr. Granger over here. He's been watching, so he should do a lot better."

Mr. Granger impaled himself on Mr. Bigwood even faster. Once the breast pump started sucking him, he lost all control.

While two of the women and Mr. Bigwood carried the ratchet device to the bed of Doris's truck, Kathleen and Abby began setting up the carnival ride. "Would some of you please dress the men," she said. "Only their shirts, because we don't want any chafing."

Next to one of the big inflated plastic pool mattresses that had been pulled onto the lawn was a metal contraption. "I got this from my cousin who rents it to carnivals and clowns who do children's birthday parties," said Kathleen.

Two heavy metal tripods rose high into the air. Connecting them over the mattress was a metal crossbar, and hanging from the crossbar was a large heavy metal spring. On the end of the spring was a harness.

Kathleen told Mr. Bigwood to sit on the edge of the mattress. "This harness is made to be safe and comfortable, even for children," said Kathleen as she buckled Mr. Granger and connected the velcro strips. "See how many points of support there are, so it doesn't pull at the shoulders or under the arms. The entire upper body is encased in padding. There, Mr. Granger, you're now all snug inside it.

"The object here is similar to the last game. You'll be standing above Mr. Bigwood on the inflated mattress with your legs wide and leaning over for balance. The harness will be adjusted so that it's pulling you up a little. You can hold onto the straps above the harness for additional support.

"To win the game, you must stay off of Mr. Bigwood for 15 minutes. Right now you're off the ground, but we will gradually let the harness drop so that your arms and legs will have to support you without help.

"The important thing to remember in this game is, 'Don't bounce.' If you move at all, do it very slowly and carefully. Believe me, you don't want to bounce. Of course, if you do bounce, that will make it more fun for us to watch.

"Okay, Mr. Granger is strapped in. Where is that lube, Abby? Good, please hook this enema bag high up on the derrick there, while I carefully push this tube as high up Mr. Granger as it will go. Don't moan like that, Mr. Granger, Believe me, you want this to go way up high inside you. There I think that's as far as I can go. Turn the spigot, Abby."

Mr. Granger began jerking and moaning as he was filled up, which brought laughter and some clapping from the ladies. When all the liquid was inside, the tube was slowly removed and Mr. Granger was put in position. Mr. Bigwood was lying on his back on the mattress with his knees at the edge and his feet on the ground, with Mr. Granger right above him.

Kathleen and Abby moved Mr. Granger around until they decided he was standing at the right spot. Then they held his legs up in the air while Doris adjusted the tension on the harness so it was holding his entire weight above Mr. Bigwood's pole. Then the feet were dropped.

"Ready, set, go," said Kathleen and she signaled to lower the harness. Mr. Granger's toes touched the air mattress, and he was balanced above Mr. Bigwood. He grabbed the straps above him and held tightly. He was breathing in and out slowly and concentrating hard.

"Are you ready, Mr. Granger? We're going to slowly give slack to the harness, so you'll have to stand on your own two feet, so to speak."

The harness dropped just a couple of inches, and Mr. Granger stayed rigid so he wouldn't drop with it. His hands held the straps and he was standing with his legs on either side of Mr. Bigwood, whose legs were spread apart, and that forced Mr. Granger's legs wide, too, and the tension of standing rigid made them tired. He slowly slipped down into the harness again. He still didn't feel anything until at the end of slipping down, he dropped the last two inches a little too fast, causing a bounce that pushed something at his anus and made some lube trickle out. He managed to steady himself.

"Eight minutes," said Kathleen. "Time to drop the harness again." Mr. Granger swayed a little as the harness dropped another couple of inches. His leg muscles were exhausted, but he managed to keep his rear elevated. Then he felt the suction cup at his penis and tried to keep from reacting. For a while, he was as still as a statue. Then he began to groan and shift on his feet, which caused some bounces and a painful probe by the giant cylinder under him. It didn't get far inside, but it did release some more lube. He was now standing in a puddle of lube and he felt his feet slipping. He dropped down into the harness, and as he did, Mr. Bigwood burst into him.

It felt much worse than when he had lowered himself down on the ratchet machine, because it was quick, and because this time he couldn't control himself when he dropped and his impact in the harness pulled it down on the springs. Because the springs snapped him right up again, it ripped him off of Mr. Bigwood's cylinder.

He couldn't stay up for long. This time he lowered himself more slowly, down onto the pole until the harness stopped him. He sat there embedded, and then felt the harness begin to lower slowly with his body hanging from it. Slowly, it went down, until Mr. Bigwood's entire cylinder was squeezed inside Mr. Granger and Mr. Granger was sitting on Mr. Bigwood's lap.

The ladies were laughing and clapping with delight as they watched this process. Kathleen said, "It looks like you lost the game Mr. Granger, so you have to pay the penalty. Hold on for your ride."

As she said this, the harness lifted him up again a couple of inches in the air. Most of Mr. Bigwood was still inside of him.

Then he felt the first bump. Mr. Bigwood had pushed up at Mr. Granger's butt. The bump launched Mr. Granger's body up and the spring made him go up faster. When he came down again, his butt slammed hard against Mr. Bigwood, which launched him back up. He went up and down a few times before the spring activity stopped.

He was still for a second, and then he felt another bump, a harder bump, sending him further up, which made him fall down faster and bounce still further up. This time Mr. Bigwood kept up a rhythm of bumping and Mr. Granger found himself flying crazily up and down Mr. Bigwood's pole, which felt like it was ripping his colon to shreds. As Mr. Bigwood bumped faster, Mr. Granger sometimes smashed into Mr. Bigwood just as Mr. Bigwood was thrusting at him, causing a doubly hard collision. Other times, he was being pulled up and Mr. Bigwood was pulling down, and the thick pole tore out of him so fast he thought his insides were being pulled out of his body.

He began crying uncontrollably. Even when Kathleen told Mr. Bigwood to slow down, Mr. Granger couldn't stop. One of the women came over and held the suction cup on Mr. Granger as he bounced. He had managed to slow himself down.

Once Mr. Granger was aroused, he stopped crying, and Mr. Bigwood was asked to gradually increase speed again. Sometimes the woman's hand couldn't keep up as she held the suction cup in place even as the bouncing got higher and more crazy.

Mr. Granger began screaming again in between panting that grew faster. His body thrust at the suction cup desperately, launching a third vibration in the spring that pulled him sideways in addition to up and down. His body began squirming and his legs kicking.

The woman dropped the suction cup and reached down to the mattress and scooped up a handful of lube from the pool that had been pushed out of his rear and slapped it on his penis and then began to pump it. In a minute, he was bouncing wildly in her hands and spurting in every direction like a sprinkler. This sent the women into another frenzy of cheering and clapping.

After the sprinkler stopped. Mr. Bigwood also stopped and the women lifted Mr. Granger off the still hard rod and dropped him onto a lawn chair, where he lay in a heap. Then they turned to Mr. James who had been watching and whose face showed his horror. 

When they finished with Mr. James, he was whimpering like a wounded animal. Everyone was quiet, except Kathleen, who talked to the men while the women were dressing them. "We hope you enjoyed our picnic games, Mr. Granger and Mr. James. We all know how much you like having a good time with the staff, and we wanted to show how we can have a good time, too. You're tired now, so we're going to make sure you get home looking nice for your wives. And tomorrow we look forward to seeing your usual smiling faces and hearing your jokes again.

"In all the activity, we forgot to tell you there are a couple of business matters we need to take care of. It seems that this year we're not going to be getting the award for being the most frugal department. All the ladies are going to get some of the raises that they've been owed for years. I'm afraid your bonuses will probably be slightly lower as a result.

"The reason is that some of the ladies have been talking about moonlighting. We were thinking about starting an Internet sex site with the videos we shot today. Some of the ladies think we can make a lot of money with those videos. Most of us don't want to get involved in that. We'd rather keep our videos for our own enjoyment instead of sharing them with the world. We're concerned that some of our company executives might see them, and that would be embarrassing. And we're sure you'd rather see us focused on our work instead of moonlighting.

"I think the raises are a better solution than the videos, don't you? You can think about it and tell us tomorrow morning. The other item of business involves Viveca. We'll tell you about that in the car on the way home."

The next morning, when Viveca came to work, she was told Mr. Granger needed to see her right away. She took a deep breath, picked up her steno book and walked into his office. She saw Mr. James sitting in a chair on the side of the room. Both of them were smiling broadly, but today for some reason, their smiles seemed more fake than usual.

"Sit down, Viveca," said Mr. Granger. "I'm sorry to tell you this. We are letting you go."

"Oh no!" she screamed and her body began shaking. "Please don't -"

"Please be quiet, Viveca," said Mr. Granger. "It's not your fault. You know how much we like your work. But we have a close-knit family here in accounts receivable. Many of our girls have been here for over 20 years, and they all get along.

"They told us that you just didn't fit in." At this, Viveca breathed in sharply and looked toward the door with an agonized expression. "We could have overruled them. It would just have been asking for trouble, and nobody, including you, would have been happy. So we felt this was the best way.

"We would like you to leave immediately - right now. We've prepared your severance check. And we promise you that despite what any of our girls may think about you, we will both give you excellent referrals. We wish you the best of luck." He stood up and reached out his hand to shake hers, and so did Mr. James. She was in a daze.

When he handed her the check, she looked at it, and her head snapped back. "I think you've made a mistake, Mr. Granger," she said with a sob. "This check is bigger than a year's salary."

"No mistake," he said, and she noticed their smiles were so tight that it looked like they were going to bite through their jaws. "This will give you plenty of time to find your next job, plus you'll be getting unemployment."

Now she understood. She smiled at them and wiped away the tears with her hand. "Thank you so much, Mr. Granger and Mr. James," she said and walked out the door slowly. As soon as she closed it behind her, she rushed over to Abby and Kathleen and gave each of them an emotional hug.

"Thank you so much," she said. "How can I ever repay you?"

"We thought of that," said Abby. "First, we expect regular reports on how well you are doing in your next job. Second, we want to be invited to your wedding."

"Of course," said Viveca, starting to cry.

"No crying," said Kathleen. "Get out of here. Until they hire someone new, I've got to do some of your job, and I need to finish your letters of recommendation for Mr. James and Mr. Granger to sign. I think I've come up with some great compliments for you that I know they'll really love."



Company Picnic Ch. 01



Part 1 - Mike gives Janey a pearl necklace

It was at that company picnic in Australia that I met her. Not my company, you understand, but another one that had hired me as an imported consultant for a very specific and very confidential job. For some time, this company (which went by the acronym ACME INTERNATIONAL) had enjoyed a solid reputation throughout the region for reliable goods and high profitability, but something had gone wrong for the fiscal year, and profits had taken a big dip. I was called in to sniff around and see what I could find.

The work was tedious, the employees were dull and the reams of reports and financial statements I had reviewed had not turned up anything. Including weekends, I had worked three solid weeks in a row and my brain was getting burned out. When I first heard about the company picnic I said I couldn't go – too busy – but late that Friday night I finally figured – what the hell, maybe a little time off would clear my cloudy brain. The picnic was scheduled in a very pretty national park near Brisbane – somewhere in the rainforest hinterland set back from the Sunshine Coast. It was supposed to be a pleasant place, but it was going to be same people I saw every day, the same old boring guys with ( I was sure) the same old boring wives, who lived the same old boring lives. Still, I thought, a little break in the routine might help. 

ACME, by the way, was not a manufacturer of garden-variety widgets. The full name of the company was Adult Communications and Marital Enhancements, International. They made soft and hard core porn videos and CDs, sex toys, vibrators, paddles, whips, cuffs, masks, nipple clamps, and cock rings – the whole works. You name it, they made it, and people loved it.

The new CEO, Josh Brady, was a pretty decent guy. He had come in recently after the former CEO had keeled over and croaked right at his desk. The company had put out a memorandum about how the old guy was so devoted to the company that he had worked himself to death, but the word was he was getting a major hard-suck blow job from one of the porn babes while wrapping up a big deal and the excitement (literally and figuratively) was just too much for him. Still, not a bad way to go.

While Brady was still learning the ropes, the VP and corporate counsel, an obese empty suit named Jerry Jurcoff, was really running the place. The fat lawyer was so off the wall that I couldn't help but wonder how such a lame brain could have been hired in the first place. Eventually, it came out that Jurcoff was married to the daughter of one of the original founders of ACME, a young lady who had inherited a sizable number of ACME shares. That explained it.

The picnic was out of town - inland and higher up in the hills. It turned out to be a sparkling sunny day, with a clean well-washed scent to the air, and I felt charged up with energy, in spite of my distaste for the whole affair. Once I made sure I chatted up everybody who mattered, I announced that I was going to take a hike, which was a great excuse to miss the rest of the afternoon's happy horseshit.

I located a park official nearby and just as I was getting the lowdown on the location of a nice hike, I noticed a woman from another park picnic – some sort of amateur actors group – who had wandered over to listen to the directions I was being given. After I thanked the park ranger I turned toward the attractive lady, who sported a name tag over her left breast which proclaimed in large black letters: "Hi, I'm Janey". 

I put on a serious expression and asked her what the other one was called, pointing to her firm perky twin. At first, she was puzzled, but when she got my meaning, she blushed a little, but then couldn't help herself as she showed off a lovely warm smile. 

"Are you pulling my leg?"

"Umm, no, but now that I take a look, I wouldn't mind at all." I grinned.

Janey frowned. "Well, it seems you are about to take the same hike I'm interested in. You look in pretty good shape but – hmmm – well, if you can keep up with me on the trail, perhaps then we'll see how much energy you have left to be so fresh and frisky." With that, off she went.

We spoke very little for the first few miles, but continued to gain some altitude. Janey was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a few rips and tears in them, and from what I could see, she was totally naked underneath those shorts. Moreover, as I could tell from a peek here and there, Janey was also braless, her jutting breasts and hard nipples covered by no more that a thin cotton shirt that was quite revealing of her charms.

After hiking for about a half an hour, Janey and I decided to take a little rest at a spot we noticed some distance off the trail. It was a little grove of trees next to a bubbly stream that ran down to a pool, far enough away from the main trail and sufficiently well screened by the trees that other hikers would not be aware of us, unless we made a lot of noise. We slipped out of our back backs, grabbed our water bottles, and sat down to rest on an overturned tree trunk. 

The scene was peaceful, serene, and stunning to behold. I thought it would make a great photo and I was glad that I had packed my camera. As I reached down into my backpack for my Canon, I lost my balance and instinctively reached out to Janey. She grabbed my arm but, too late, we both went over backwards, scattering water bottles, leaves, twigs and all semblance of dignity. 

When I looked up, Janey's top had rolled up so that her luscious boobs were completely exposed and resting right in front of my open, astounded mouth. In a flash, her pretty pink nipples were in my mouth and she began to moan. I love sucking, biting, and twisting hard nipples, especially when they are as pretty and perfect as Janey's. I twisted her nipples hard, pinched them, and squeezed her tits hard – and she loved it. It made my cock hard as a rock, and in no time flat, I stripped her and spread her legs wide.

"Now, I have you where I want you," I whispered, and far from being startled or frightened, sweet Janey bit her lip and smiled lasciviously. 

In the quiet of the forest, I tickled Janey's pretty nipples with my tongue, alternately going from one to the other, making each one hard and damp, then biting each one, then blowing on it before lapping it again. I licked between and underneath them, then covered her belly with kisses until I found the top of her engorged pussy lips. I dove down and lapped at her pretty pussy, tasting her warm liquid while she groaned with pleasure.

I began to concentrate on her swollen clit, sucking that little fun button so hard that she bucked her hips into my face and screamed with delight...so much that I thought she would wake up the dead. I nervously looked around, imagined for a moment that I heard the nearby sounds of laughter, then saw the birds in the trees and relaxed. 

By that point, if there had been a whole troop of boy scouts watching (and cheering us on), I really could not have cared less. I was just enjoying the moment. Then, when it seemed that Janey was lost to all but the sense of her clitoral delight, simply floating in a pussy-drenched dream world, when it seemed as if she might never speak again, my pretty friend suddenly sat up, took a deep breath and said, very simply, 

"Now I need you to fuck me and fill me. I want to feel your giant cock fucking my tits, my pussy, and creaming all over every part of me."

I had the distinct impression that she was unused to saying words like that, but my eyebrows shot up in surprise and delight. This, I thought, is the woman I had been looking for my whole life. Janey's actions, however, were much more direct than her words - she was obviously no stranger to the performing arts. 

Janey started by teasing my big monster, sliding just the tip of my cock in and out of her mouth, sucking on it and licking the cream off, showing me she loved to give my cock attention just as much as I liked tongue-fucking her tasty pussy. As she began her sweet succulent torture of my throbbing manhood, I lay on my back, eyes closed, luxuriating in the sense of her delicate touch. 

Janey's tongue was smooth, silky, warm and wonderful. This woman enjoyed giving pleasure this way, no doubt about it. She lovingly licked around the head of my hard prick, holding me tight in her fist. Then she went down and licked my balls, sucking the loose skin into her mouth playfully. She licked her way up and down my shaft several times, using her tongue firmly on the underside, then sucking hard on the swollen head of my seven and a half inch super thick throbbing dick. 

Her pretty head bobbed up and down as pre-cum spilled from my head making my cock and her face slick with sperm. Janey loved sucking cock and she did not shy away from cum gushing over her lips and face; to the contrary, this sexy lady moaned softly, clearly appreciating the taste of my quivering cock. She looked so hot and happy as she rose up and down on my cock, licking, sucking and stroking, with pre-cum leaking from her mouth, that my heart began thumping in my chest. 

She looked up and smiled teasingly. "Do you like it so far?" 

Although I wondered what ancient lamp I might have rubbed to make this magical lady appear, I said nothing, but bent down to her face, purposely kissing her full on the mouth, with my tongue in her, to let her know that I wanted to taste my own juice in her mouth. Our tongues entwined and our breathing got heavier. 

Janey reached down to my throbbing cock and squeezed some more pre-cum out so she could smear her firm tits with cum and see them glisten in the sunlight. Then she reached over to her back-pack, and in a flash had it open, and removed a large, 9 inch pink vibrator, of all things. I was amazed. A mysterious woman who carried a vibrator on a hike? 

She smiled at me. "I love nature, and even when I am alone in the woods I want to feel good. Right now I know I'm not alone – but with this – the two of us can have even more fun."

With that, Janey turned on the motor and began to spread her pussy lips apart with the tip of the vibe. She moved it around expertly, sliding it up and down her crack, setting the buzzing tip on the top of her slit, making her clit quiver, all the while looking up at me, realizing that I was enjoying this show more than anything I have ever witnessed. 

After shoving the big buzzing cock up her cunt, in and out, several times, and cupping her breasts with her other hand so that she was driving me crazy with her masturbatory technique, she abruptly stopped and took the vibe out. Then she smiled, and moved her cum-soaked hand down to her soapy slit. She brought her fingers up, slick and wet with her own love juice, and smeared it all over my face and beard, causing me to simmer with lust and passion. Diving down to my cock, she licked me and sucked me, again and again, taking my swollen member out after every up stroke to smear more pre-cum on her sweet face, chin, throat and breasts. 

Finally, lifting her face up to me, she smiled, and let me take in the cock-hardening sight of her mouth, chin, cheeks, and tits all glowing with smeared pre-cum, the sight and scent of which had a very visible effect on me. 

"I hope," she said with a sweet smile, "you won't have to punish me for a poor performance." 

Punish? "Ah, well, perhaps you will be spanked," I said, catching on, "but we will wait and see what else you have to offer." 

Of course, I had no idea how to pretend I was not delighted with her little act, especially since my cock was now so engorged and wagging with delight that she must have known that her technique had been perfect. 

As she plunged her fingers once more deep into her own pussy, I found out that her masturbation had an extra added attraction. Once her hand became slick and gooey from all her own cunt cream, Janey grabbed my cock and began sliding her hand up and down, using her juices to make it feel like a very tight cunt. I was on the point of erupting when Janey stopped and brought her face close to mine.

"Now, I have you where I want you, lover," Janey whispered in a soft, faintly husky voice, "and where I want you is in me." That said, she swung one lithesome thigh over my erection and slid it in up to the hilt like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco, back in the saddle again. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I gasped, as I felt myself about to explode. Janey posted up and down on my fuck pole like she was riding a merry-go-round pony. Her hot cunt began to clench my thrusting cock, then release, then clench again until I was almost wild with pleasure. Shaking her head like a sex-crazed nymph, her eyes flashing, Janey gave a squeal of delight followed by a low moan of pleasure. I lifted my head and leaned over to bite her hard-as-nails nipples, pink and succulent. Finally, I could hold it in no longer. My cock jerked involuntarily, hard, I shuddered, and shot out thick, hot gushers of cum into her steaming cunt. 

Janey's hips convulsed while her cunt seemed to be sucking the cum right out of me. Feeling my thick, hot liquid swirling around inside her I arched my hips up hard, as if my whole body could combine with hers. Janey pressed her naked body down on me, kissing me passionately while still squeezing my rock hard cock with her cum-filled pussy. I flexed back and felt her shudder once, twice, and then one more time. Then she collapsed on me and we both fell back, exhausted, finally dozing off in the hot Australian sun, my thick throbbing cock still inside her. 

After some time had passed, my sated cock slithered out of her soft, slippery slit as I rolled over to my right. My lover sighed as our mixed cum oozed out of her pussy to trickle down onto her inner thigh. I ran my hands over her cute ass, gently fingered her swollen clit, and kissed her face. 

Suddenly Janey rose up on one elbow, leaned over, and whispered in my ear. "You made me cum so hard, and with such exquisite pleasure, I have never felt that before. Do you know how I feel when I cum like that? I don't know how to tell you, except to do the same for you. So, I will."

Without another word, Janey got up on her knees and reached down to squeeze a little more cum from my cock, then slowly licked the slippery head, still covered in our combined cream. As my cock became enlarged once more, she rubbed my pre-cum all over her nipples, making them glisten with sperm. She moved my cock back and forth, from one breast to the other, each time pressing it more firmly against her hardening nipples, which had the effect of making her writhe and moan as she felt the charge of electricity move from her tits to her slit. 

She looked up at me. "I'm going to suck you until you shoot a load of jizz in my mouth and all over my face and chin." 

My cock turned into iron once more, and I moved my hardness to her pretty pouting lips. 

Slowly and gently, I began to rock my hips, thrusting just the tip of my swollen member in and out of her pretty mouth, careful not to insert too much too fast, lest she choke or feel suffocated. I watched her reactions carefully to make sure she was getting enough cock, but not too much. Janey, in turn, let me know how much she wanted by moving her head up and down on my cock-head and taking in just as much as felt comfortable. She took the head out now and then, breathing heavily, and smearing pre-cum on her face, then dove back for more. 

I was getting very close, as she lightly raked her teeth against my sensitive cock, applying friction and pressure enough to make me start to shudder in readiness. Just as I felt my sperm beginning to build to the boiling point, Janey's hands pressed grabbed my ass, holding me firm against her mouth. I gasped, and just when she felt it coming, Janey pulled my cock out so I could see the shot that was about to come. With a shudder, I sent a long stream of thick sperm into her open mouth. To my amazement and delight, Janey left her mouth wide open for me to see all the cum on her tongue and over her teeth. Again, I groaned. I shot one, then another and another and another load, covering her pretty face and lovely hair in gobs of cum. I didn't know I had it in me. 

After Janey was satisfied that I was sufficiently shocked and excited by the sight of my cum hot and sticky all over her pretty pink tongue, she closed her mouth, and gulped ostentatiously, while I just kept spurting. I was sure I'd shot gallons of sperm all over her face, hair, chin, neck and tits. I had given her a lovely pearl necklace, and it was quite becoming. Janey, however, was not finished. Like a cat licking the cream from a plate, she made me shudder with delight by licking the remainder of my cum off my cock and balls. When she was done, she put her head down on my stomach, letting my happy cock rest against her angelic, so-innocent face. 

"Let it go soft, Babe. Don't move," she whispered. 

I didn't move. I lay there, limp as a wet towel, playing with her ass while my cock softened and slid against her cheek. As I shrank, a little more cum dribbled down her cheek and onto her lips. Janey licked her lips and smiled up at me. 

"I don't usually care much for the taste of cum, but you taste good, Babe", she said softly, as she snuggled her head against me. A little pillow-talk followed; a good thing, since we had fucked like bunnies and had not yet learned much about each other. Somehow, I was not surprised, and I even liked the fact that she was married. It meant she was stable, down to earth, and just as anxious as I, to keep everything quiet.

I felt a gentle zephyr passed over our naked bodies, cooling our lusts, now and then making Janey's pink nipples harden. As the clouds tumbled in the sky like balls of fluffy cotton, I thought that I could have lain there next to this lovely, sexy lady forever. As a breeze stirred the trees, however, a thought jarred my reverie, and Janey looked up, as if she had read my mind. We realized it was getting late, and we had been gone for some time. Would we arouse suspicion with the others in her picnic group, I wondered, when we returned together, so late? But Janey was ahead of me. 

"Not to worry," Janey said softly, stroking my beard, and kissing me gently. "I know another way down, and when we show up for dinner we'll pretend we've been back for a long time, playing horseshoes, and just waiting for the steaks to be done." 

"Such a clever girl you are," I whispered, as I played with her pretty nipples, and watched them harden once again. She gave a quick glance downward at my solitary soldier beginning to stand at attention and uttered a short exclamation. 

"Oh, you devil, you!" Janey jumped up, and before I could say another word she had fresh pink panties and her shorts and top on, and was brushing her hair, wiping off the bits of my cum that had shot out and got her there – as well as almost everywhere. 

"Don't be sad," she said, as she noticed my forlorn expression. "I brought my camping gear and that tent of mine is big enough for us to throw a party," she laughed. "After you say your goodbyes and everyone thinks you have gone back to the hotel, you can sneak back and find me, and ..... It's the blue and silver one if you're looking for it....." Her voice trailed off, and her eyebrows shot up, in a wicked expression that needed no translation. 

My face brightened, and within minutes, we were on our way down the trail slipping through the bushes to come out near the clanging sound of pitching horseshoes. 

The final feasting was fun, with the sole exception of Jurcoff, who was as surly as ever. The workers and other managers at ACME, however, were very nice to me as we gathered around the campfire, watching the final rays of the setting sun as it slowly sank behind the hills, bidding a final farewell for another day. As darkness gathered, I said my goodbyes, and headed back to the far lot where my rental car was parked. After checking around carefully, I changed direction, and headed for a clearing where a particular tent was occupied by a lovely lady, patiently awaiting my arrival.



Company Picnic Ch. 02



On my way through the campsite, I could hear voices coming from where some other campers were gathered in their tents. A man in his mid-thirties was poking the dying embers of a campfire, and not far away two girls – a tall raven-haired beauty in her early thirties and an azure-eyed blonde who looked slightly younger – were just opening the flap of their tent, going in for the night. I waved as I strolled by, and they waved back. With the hum of the crickets, and with the stars twinkling down on me, I thought that the night was even more lovely than the day. 

When I got to Janey's tent, I peeked inside. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw her in the corner all curled up, fully clothed and fast asleep. I smiled, pulled a blanket over her, and decided to just rest a minute myself before undressing. 

A sudden noise woke both of us with a start. We looked at each other, but said not a word. We heard something, or someone, making barely audible sounds, moving slowly, tentatively, right for our tent. The moon was behind a drifting cloud and without that light, the night was pitch black. We were toward the far end of our small clearing and we heard what sounded like a snort, or a sniffle, as whoever it was, or whatever it was, approached. Our hearts were pounding. I tried to remember those signs posted around the campsite that I had mostly ignored. Back home, black bears were ferocious, and with one swipe of those claws you'd be dead. Had we buried all the food properly? And we had wolves – I was sure they had them too in these parts. And I had heard some local talk about a black panther. I could hardly breathe as the sounds came closer. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind. Somebody at the picnic had said that an escaped convict was caught and hanged near here, long ago, and he cursed whoever came into these woods at night. I thought that was a joke. Now, it wasn't funny.

That noise from outside had both of us rattled. Janey grabbed my arm and squeezed it very tight. I could hear her breathing quicken, and this time, it was not out of passion. I quickly glanced around the tent to look for something to protect us. Somewhere in my backpack was a Swiss Army Knife, with 6 or 7 different flip-out things that were very impressive looking, but generally useless other than to open a bottle of wine. 

"The Blair Witch is coming to drink our blood in the dead of night," I thought, "and the best weapon I've got is a fucking corkscrew! 

We could hear Whichever-it-was, coming through the brush, and coming closer, straight for our tent. Janey's grip tightened as she clung to me for dear life. Suddenly, a brilliantly lit full moon threw off its cloud cover and we could both see something or someone looming over our tent, backlit by the moonlight. I held my breath as I strained my eyes trying to make out the shape of the thing, that looming shape that was no more than a few feet from us. It came into focus and I recognized it! My heart sank, but my cock got hard. It was the perfect silhouette of a beautiful young woman, totally naked! 

In an instant the shadow passed, and then along came another, also clearly female, clearly naked, and a bit cold, judging from the silhouette of her hard nipples, and it too passed. Janey and I stared at each other in stunned silence, then broke into peals of muffled laughter. Two women were out walking around stark naked! Were they going for a secret skinny dip, a ritual for a witches' coven, or what? With a sudden smirk stealing over her pretty face, Janey grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the tent. 

"Something's going down," she said, "and I want to see what it is." I was impressed with how independent she was, a quality I like in a woman, so I put on a brave face, and off we went. 

We crept quietly downwind, following the sounds of the girls' giggles, down toward the stream that fed into a small pool that was a popular spot for sunning during the day. We stopped as we neared the pool and listened, but the sounds had disappeared. Finally, we decided to turn back, but as we made our way back up the trail, we heard a faint noise and stopped. We listened again, turning our heads toward the direction of the sound, and straining our ears. Just below us, there were a series of splashes, giggles, and then ... the very distinct sound of a gasp followed by a short, soft moan.

As we turned our eyes toward the sounds we had just heard, we saw two figures, shrouded in dappled moonlight, swimming in the shallow end of the pool. They were the two women I had waved to just a few hours before, the tall beauty with jet black hair and the leggy blonde with sky-blue eyes, but now they were engaged in something I had only dreamed of! 

The statuesque brunette, completely naked, was sitting on the edge of a large rock, her knees still in the water, with her legs spread wide and eyes closed. Standing in the waist-deep water in front of her was the petite tow head with a cute tight ass and small firm breasts. There was no doubt what they were doing.

The loud sucking sounds that the pretty blonde made drifted up toward us as clearly as if we were standing right next to them. Janey's hand found my rising cock underneath my shorts while her other hand sought out her own wet pussy and began to explore. Without taking her eyes off of the fascinating sight before us, Janey knelt down and began rubbing my cock against her cheek, then her soft silky tits. I looked down and smiled, then put my finger to my lips. I motioned Janey to cup her tits and when she did, I began jerking my cock. She smiled broadly and licked her lips. I looked at her, then the two naked gals, then back at Janey, who had pulled up her T-shirt and pressed her tits hard up against my throbbing cock. 

I could tell Janey was torn between looking at the porn-movie scene below us, and watching my cock explode over her own lovely boobs, but soon the nearness of my cum-soaked cock drew her full attention. She smiled at me in a way that told me that she was waiting for me to give her another 'pearl necklace'. We both knew that she would not have long to wait. 

As I looked down, I saw the girl sitting on the rock gasp, begin to shake, then grab her friend's head and shove it hard down into her pussy. Within seconds, the tall girl shuddered and came hard, but her friend didn't stop, burying her blonde head even further into her friend's sopping wet cunt, licking that swollen clit up and down, faster and faster, until soon the taller girl began to moan and whisper harshly that she was about to cummmmmm – once again. This time the tall girl grabbed her own large tits and squeezed hard, pinching her nipples and grinding her cunt hard against her friend's face.

This turned me on so much that I knew I had only seconds before I blew my load. With my cock flying up and down between Janey's tits, I saw her smile in anticipation, still squeezing her tits together with one hand while she fucked her cunt as hard as she could with her other. That was all I could take, as the sounds of cunt-licking, cock-jerking, and finger-fucking all combined to drive me wild, I felt a tidal wave of cum pounding through my dick.

I couldn't hold it any longer. My hot sperm blasted out, the first wave splashing against Janey's cheek and into her wide-open mouth. She turned her head as it hit, forming a cum line from left to right. It spattered her left chin, into her mouth, on her tongue, over her upper lip, up to her right cheek, and finally spewing great globs in her hair. 

Janey smiled, loving it, and knowing more was cumming, she lifted up her pretty tits like Christmas presents, and I gushed again, spewing out thick streams of white gooey spunk all over her lovely tits, nipples, throat and shoulders. Finally, after several more shots, Janey took my creamy head in her mouth and sucked hard, pulling the last spurts and few drops from my cock and drinking them down. She licked my cock playfully and I sank to the ground, with my eyes closed, breathing hard. Janey moved to lay down beside me and we hugged each other. I lost all track of time.

When we eventually rose, we realized we had also lost track of the girls, so we just enjoyed the moonlit night as we ambled back toward our tent. Clearly, Janey and I shared a mutual desire for erotic and playful behavior, but as we walked back, hand in hand, our arms swinging in the warm summer air, it was evident that there was more than mere sexual chemistry between us. 

I stopped about mid-way back, and told Janey to look up. There was a great big Australian yellow moon in the sky, shining down on half the world, of course, but for that magical moment, it seemed like someone had hung the moon up there just for us. As Janey craned her neck for a look at the moon, the reflection of that heavenly body painted her face and neck a ghostly white. Her breasts were still slick from where I had shot my manly essence between them, and her lips were slightly parted and moist. 

I leaned down and kissed those ghostly lips, and felt her return the warmth and passion that I felt looming up in me. It was a kiss for the ages, passionate, warm, loving, intense, and ethereal. The stars twinkled down upon us, and the crickets seemed to be a chorus of admirers who were singing purely for our pleasure. 

"I'm sorry," I said.

"For what?" replied Janey, her warm and affectionate face now showing puzzlement.

"For kissing you without your permission. I should have asked first."

Janey laughed. "But we've made love several times already, and you've kissed more than those lips....if you know what I mean...and I've kissed and licked more than your lips...lots and lots already."

"Yes," I admitted, "but we both wanted oral sex...neither one just took it for granted, and besides, let's face it...we were both really really horny. We needed that sex, and it was great. But now, we've both released all that energy, and now...I stole that kiss from you. I need for you to tell me it was ok."

"Well...it wasn't," replied Janey.

When I started to apologize, she put her finger to my lips. "Shhhh....it wasn't just 'ok'; it was fantastic. I want you to kiss me, again and again, and never stop. Do whatever you want, and I will never turn you down, sweetie." 

I was touched by this answer, and kissed her again. "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you," I said. "I might be more aggressive than you are for ... well, for some things."

"Yes," Janey admitted, "I think you are. I am a little shy about saying things, and can't help it. I wish I could be more outspoken as to what I want, but it will take me a while. Will you work with me on this... because... even if I cannot say all the sexy lusty things I want....I DO really want them, and I want them with you, my lover-boy." She gave my beard a little tug. 

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Yes, Janey, I'll work with you. I'll try to remember to be more romantic, and you can try to remember that I love a girl who says sexy nasty funny things, and then does just what she described." 

"OK." Janey said, sticking out her hand, "we've got a deal." I shook her hand, then kissed her again, for a long time. Then, hand in hand, we strolled back to our tent. I opened the flap, and we both bent down and crawled in to the darkness, giggling as we went. It was at that point that we were in for the surprise of our lives.

As Janey and I crawled into the darkened tent, we froze. We both realized that we were not alone. Something was in there, and we could hear it breathing. At that moment two flashlights were turned on, spotlighting two fearsome, growling faces. Janey and I felt our hearts leap and we clung to each other. Then, the growls dissolved into laughter. The two girls we had just left, or more correctly, the girls we thought we had just left, were right there... in Janey's tent! Still wearing nothing but smiles, they turned off the flashlights and turned on the Coleman lantern, greeting us warmly. 

"It's about time you two got back," said the blonde, "we've been waiting for you."

"But...how did you," I stammered. "I mean....you know who we are?" 

"Sure," said the blonde, "and we knew you were hiding in the bushes watching us do our thing. In fact, the show was meant for you two." Janey and I were stunned. 

The brunette smiled, and said, "We saw you two fucking in the woods this morning, and you guys were so hot, that really got us turned on. We could hardly stop from giggling, and could barely resist going at each other right then, but we had to get back. But tonight, we had a plan: we got naked and purposefully made noise when we passed your tent. We knew you'd be curious and follow us, so we put on a show for you to see if we could give you the same treat you gave us." They both giggled.

"I think it worked," said Janey, who giggled herself. I didn't quite know what to say, but Janey was the first to recover and stick out her hand. Short, quiet introductions followed, as it turned out that the tall dark-haired beauty was Samantha and the leggy thin blonde was Trixie. 

"If I have known there was an audience," quipped Janey, "I would have really lit it up...after all, I love the stage, you know." 

The girls clapped at that, while their tits jiggled and I began to get hard all over again. I tried to cover my embarrassment by retrieving a bottle of brandy that I had packed away, and inviting everyone to take a few sips. The bottle was passed around, more than a few times, and soon everyone was in a very relaxed, mellow mood. 

The lateness of the hour, however, was getting to all of us and soon, Samantha leaned her head against a backpack and was soon fast asleep. Trixie nodded off a few minutes later, and Janey looked at me as if to say, "how did we get to have two naked woman sleeping in a corner of our tent?" I just shrugged, with my palms up, thinking we would drift off ourselves before too long. Janey, however, had other ideas.

"Shhh," she said. "Let them sleep, but I need to clean up... I'm pretty much of a mess with those pearl necklaces you keep giving me all the time... and my hair looks like a fright wig."

"You look beautiful," I protested.

"Liar," she said, "but thank you, anyway. Look, the night is warm, so let's take a quick dip in the pool clean up." 

That sounded fine with me, and off we went, quietly stealing down the path to the pool, lit by the light of the silvery moon. 

We both waded into the shallow water, which felt wonderful and warm. I helped Janey wash her face and breasts, which still smelled of cum, and splashed some water over her legs when she sat on a rock to dry off. The sight of her sexy open pussy lips, however, was too much for me.

"Oh no," she whispered, "not again...you can't be hard again." But I was.

I liked her hot wet pussy lips and moved my tongue deep into her until her hips squirmed. The only sounds were splashing water and night birds calling, but the sex was very hot, and very passionate. After her pussy was drenched from my tongue, Janey could take no more. She slid down into the water, and grabbed my hard cock, sliding it deftly between her legs and riding me up and down like an underwater rocking horse. Oh, it was so hot and lusty, silent and sexy, silky-smooth in the water. Magically, we both arched our backs and came together, breathing hard and heavy, and exhausted.

We had no towel, so we put on our clothes and walked back up to the tent, quietly slipping in to see if we were alone, but no - the girls were still there. Our clothes were wet, so we took them off and set them on poles to dry, then lay down, totally naked and spent.



Company Picnic Ch. 03



Editor: WhiteWave48

Hours went by, I don't know how many, but later we stirred, both still naked. It was still dark outside. I must have been dreaming of something very hot because as I opened my eyes, I saw that I had a huge hard-on. Lucky me – Janey happened to love sex first thing in the morning – even this early in the morning. She was hot for it, and within minutes, we were at it again.

We began to fuck quietly, conscious of the two naked women on the other side of the tent, but soon it became too much to keep totally silent. It was quiet, intense and hot. My cock started pounding Janey's soapy slit and soon I saw she was about to cum. "Don't stop," she urged, "I want to cum, again and again."

And she did, but this time Janey wanted to be noisy. With the compelling urgency of an early morning start, we didn't take long to cum together, and Janey's orgasm at this time of day was intense – long and loud – repeated spasms, powerful pulses going on and on – when would they stop? Never, it seemed. I thought this was going to be a quick fuck then we'd go back to sleep, but Janey's climactic explosions had decided otherwise. They seemed to be propelling my cock back out of her – pushing – I could feel their heat and force. And I was cumming too, just as she was – it was so wonderful that we were climaxing together, just wanting each other – immersed in a hard, sweaty, urgent fuck.

For a minute or two, Janey lay there, exhausted from expending so much energy at once, but now a rush of emotion was getting to her. In the dark silence of the tent with Samantha and Trixie still sleeping, Janey began crying, then laughing, sobbing with total abandonment. As her last sobs died away and she lay still in my arms, she looked up into my eyes and smiled. She wasn't finished yet. It was like a dream. Slowly she moved down to my spent cock, taking it into her mouth, drawing it in so it slithered round on her tongue, sucking it back to life. Of course her technique worked. I lay there in raptures, luxuriating in all her invisible attentions and growing harder by the second, and in the darkness there we fucked again, and once more, there she was, cumming with me again and again. Finally, it all faded away into a drowsy dream of lust and love, the most wonderful feeling of my cock and her cunt, both very nicely used – and satisfied – sharing that wonderful fresh-fucked feeling. We hugged and cuddled together, soon fast asleep again......

*

I don't know where they got the rope from, but they wound it around my arms and then around my waist, so I couldn't move. They left my legs free, and I soon found out why. I was still stark naked, of course, and so were they, their bodies glistening with sweat in the dim light, and there were more of them than I remembered. They were moving around me in some sort of ritual dance, their heads bobbing up and down and their tits jiggling seductively.

The short-haired blonde and the brunette were in the group, I think, but there was a petite redhead too, with tiny tits and a very bushy pussy; and two more blondes, who could have been twins, both with huge boobs and shaved pussies, with very pink clits; and an Asian girl with small hard dark nipples and a beautiful ass. 

They circled around me, chanting, with their tongues going in and out, licking their lips, and laughing wildly. Then the blonde turned into a redhead, shoved her red pussy in my face and pushed my head down, and the Asian girl knelt down and took off her wig, and she wasn't Asian at all, but she began to suck my cock, and then the blonde twins got down and each, in turn took my cock in her mouth, deep, and ohhhhh...it felt so good...she sucked and sucked and.....

* 

"Ooops," said Trixie with a smile, as she took my cock out of her mouth, "I didn't think you'd wake up."

The cobwebs in my mind began to clear as my eyes brought Trixie's pretty face into focus. 

"I just got up to take a pee," said Trixie, between licks of my cock, "but when I came back, you were mumbling something, and your cock began to grow before my eyes, getting bigger and bigger, and standing straight up." She giggled. "I just couldn't resist that big beautiful cock, so hot and hard, and I knew you were dreaming of a blow job, so I thought I'd just give you one of my best, and you'd just think it was an 'A Plus' wet dream." 

"Well," I stammered, wondering if I was really awake after all, "thank you very much."

"Don't thank me yet," said the azure-eyed lovely, "because I'm not through." 

With that, she went back to work, slowly moving my cock into her mouth, sliding it up and down her throat until my pubic hair brushed up against her chin. I could feel my cock inside her slim throat, the head being milked by an expert cock-sucker who knew how to breathe through her nose while she deep-throated my throbbing monster.

My efforts to keep silent were to no avail. Trixie, for her part, was a very happy and noisy cock-sucker, and before long, I noticed that Samantha and Janey had opened their eyes too, and – was this still a dream? They were licking their lips as they watched Trixie's head bob up and down on my long thick flagpole. 

Samantha looked over at Janey for signs of jealousy, but she was enjoying the show as much as anyone. When she saw Samantha staring at her, she coyly began to stroke her legs, then moved her hands upward, gently squeezing her lovely breasts. She moved her fingers languidly down her hips to her outer thighs, and then over to her inner thighs, brushing against her pussy lips – but only very lightly – and then back up to her bouncing breasts. 

Samantha stared at Janey with wonderment and excitement. A quick glance at Sam's lower regions revealed she was beginning to get wet, just as Janey's pussy lips began to glisten as well. I looked over at the two of them, then back at Trixie's cock-filled mouth, and then I knew for sure. It was not a dream, but even better: it was for real, a fantasy cum true. We all realized that what had come before was merely the opening ceremonies. Now the real games were about to begin. 

Trixie lifted her head and saw that we were all awake now. "Oh good," she said, "I was hoping we could do a free-for-all fuck." 

"It's about time you let someone else get a hold of that huge cock, baby girl," growled Samantha, as her hand went straight to my cock. 

I throbbed in her hand, feeling a new, strange touch. Samantha was a modern woman, good at multi-tasking. While stroking my cock with one hand, Sam's other hand caressed Janey's arm, then moved to her breasts, then lightly moving across her wet pussy, and then back up, to gently cup Janey's nearest breast, squeezing her left nipple as Janey, eyes half closed, leaned back enjoying the feeling. As Samantha stroked my dick, she took some of the pre-cum from my cock and smeared it on her own tits, then did the same to Janey's tits, a move that brought a big smile to her face.

Trixie, not willing to let the other girls have all the fun, bent down again and took my cock back into her mouth, easily moving all the way down to Samantha's hand at the base. While she sucked me, Trixie fingered her own wet pussy, slowly at first, then gradually fucking herself with more abandon as she felt me swell in her mouth.

As Samantha saw that Trixie was taking care of me, she released her grip on my cock to devote more attention to Janey. Trixie took over jerking me up and down to get some precum flowing from my head. When my cock was nice and creamy, Trixie smeared even more of my cum all over Janey's tits, then went down on me again, all the way to my pubic hair, then all the way up to the ridge of my cock. 

I watched Trixie's blonde head bob up and down while the raven-haired Samantha leaned over and licked Janey's soaking wet pussy, then moved up to lick the cum between her wonderful hooters, then back again to Janey's cunt. After several licks, Samantha sat back and smacked her lips several times, obviously enjoying the cum from Janey's hot cunt as well as the cum from me that was smeared on her tits.

Janey suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, I can't take any more of this, my pussy is so hot...it needs some attention now too. Hey, move over for a while." 

She stood up and nudged Trixie out of the way. She lowered her dripping cunt over me and worked her slippery snatch back and forth until she had taken me fully inside her. Her tight twat fit me like a glove. Each stroke caused Janey to tremble, verging on the near edge of an orgasmic explosion. 

Now, Trixie, watching all this, did not want to be left out. She bent down to nuzzle my balls, then licked back up my cock, then moved to Janey's cunt, since it was handily very close by. Janey was getting into it too, rocking her tasty twat back and forth on my cock, arching her back and moaning. 

Janey continued to fuck my cock as if she were riding a hobby horse with a hickory dick. She slid up and down on my shaft, her movements more urgent, more violent, her ass slamming down against my hips with a wet "smack!" I could hear her tits slapping together too, with the rest of us moaning, groaning, grunting, and making no end of noises that portend erotic ecstasy. 

Janey's cunt clamped down on my cock, gripping me tight enough that as she moved upwards she pulled the skin up too. It felt like she was sucking my cock right up her cunt! I tried to keep from cumming, so I could enjoy every moment just a bit more. At least for the moment, I was succeeding, although I could feel Trixie's tongue licking around my cock and Samantha sucking on Janey's nipples. 

Suddenly a moan from Janey shattered the quiet of the tent as she came, gasped for breath, then came again, and her squeals of delight rang out in the darkness, then she dropped back, exhausted. 

Moments later, Trixie called out, "Me too." I felt legs on either side of me and felt my cock sliding easily into a hot, slippery twat. I saw the light hair of Trixie's cunt over me, her smallish breasts looking hard and firm in the dim light. Trixie's pussy was not as tight as Janey's but it was wet and warm. Trixie sat on my anxious cock, rocking her hips back and forth, making a low, gurgling growl. She leaned forward and kissed me, and I could taste Samantha's cunt on her lips. 

Hands, arms, legs, all slid around, moving everywhere, stroking and groping. Trixie sat back up and rode me, rocking her hips faster and faster. Samantha watched and began to finger fuck her own hot cunt, then removed her hand from between her legs and held it to my mouth. The scent of Samantha's hot cunt made my cock hard again and I licked Samantha's cream-covered fingers like they were white chocolate. After they were licked cleaned, Samantha dipped her hand in her sopping wet pussy again, and this time offered her cum-covered fingers to Janey, who cleaned them with a low moan of pleasure. 

I was delirious, drifting on a cloud of wanton delight, when all of a sudden, my heart stopped! A male voice boomed outside. "I heard somebody moan. What's going on in there?" We all froze. 

"Shit," said Trixie, standing up, with cum dripping down her thighs, "we're busted." 

The voice called again. 

"Hey in there, my name is Dick; I am a doctor. Do you need help?" 

Shit. We could hear him all right. If he didn't shut up, we'd have half the camp up, all gathered around our tent, and wouldn't that be a sight for sleepy eyes? 

Janey shot me a look of fear and panic while Samantha pushed me toward the tent opening. I got the picture. I unzipped the tent and poked my head outside. 

"Ah, thanks for your interest, Doctor Dick," I said, as I recognized him as the man who had been tending the campfire, "but we don't need any help."

"I woke up to take a leak," our nosy friend continued, "then heard faint sounds from your tent... seemed like moans and groans, so I wanted to make sure no one was hurt."

I was about to smile and wave goodbye when the curiosity of the girls got the better of them, and out popped three heads from our tent: bing, bang, boom. When Samantha, Trixie and Janey got a good look at the handsome interloper in their torchlight, they decided that a little medical attention was probably called for, after all.

"Ummmm, maybe I could use some CPR," volunteered Trixie, as she took Doctor Dick's hand and placed it just above her bare breasts. Dick's eyes were not the only thing that lit up.

Then Samantha piped up, "Oh yes, Dick, I have something that I'd like you to look at too," as she massaged her dripping pussy. 

That settled it. In the twinkle of an eye, we all went back to what we were doing, with one more than before. Big Dick wasted no time getting involved, playing with the tits of all three girls, as each took a turn sucking on his erection, which was inordinately large and grew even larger with each successive suck.

At one time both Trixie and Samantha were both working on his cock, laughing outrageously, and passing it back and forth. Janey whispered to me that she was surprised the girls liked sucking cock so much, since she figured they were lesbians. The girls overheard this comment, shook their heads, and laughed. 

Samantha said she had married when she was a very young – and a virgin to boot. It was a big mistake, the more so since her husband turned out to be a self-centered dork with "a real teeny weenie". She hadn't had sex with him for years.

Trixie said that she was married too, but she could just never get enough wild hot sex, even though her husband's cock was just as big as Dick's monster. 

Big Dick, of course, was delighted with the way all these girls licked his giant piston, but after he tried each one out, he clearly wanted to play more with Janey. He moved over pretty Janey's crotch, sucking and licking her exposed pussy lips, flicking her swollen clit for her, and stroking her ass. 

I could see Janey's tits jiggle as she wavered on the edge of a thundering orgasm. I was entranced, watching her watch me, knowing she could see how excited I was with what was happening. 

Trixie saw what was going on and decided that she would put on a show for me too. She bent down, expertly sucking the head of my throbbing cock, very close to Janey's face, until I could feel my cock nearing the point of no return. I wanted to shoot my creamy sperm deep into Trixie's pretty mouth, again and again until it spilled out her mouth, down her chin, and dripped on her hardened nipples. Trixie understood what I wanted, her mouth bobbing up and down on my throbbing shaft, trying to cram me deep down her slender alabaster throat. 

As I glanced around I could see Janey looking over at me. As our eyes met I realized she was not jealous, but excited about seeing me fuck Trixie's hot hungry mouth. 

My cock swelled inside Trixie's mouth, making her gasp and grind her slippery cunt against my leg. I grabbed her head, pulling her forward and yanking her hair. My hips moved in a blur, as I fucked her faced like it was another cunt. Trixie took my cock out for a quick breather, but only for a moment. 

"Please, please," she begged, shoot your hot gooey cum on my face and tits. Do it now!" 

"Yes!" Janey whispered, "Fuck the slut. I want to see that too." She was getting brave with the fuck talk after all.

Even Dick joined in as Trixie sucked harder and harder, like a whore who wanted to prove she was the best cock-sucker in town. 

"Fuck her slutty mouth until she chokes," said Dick.

Trixie's head was now moving like a steam-piston, licking, sucking, and moving up and down with great bursts of energy. Oh man, that woman loved sucking cock! Our lusts went wild, my hands guiding her head, pushing it down and down. It was a wonder she didn't choke. 

Then, in an instant, I knew I could hold back no longer. We moaned in unison, she drew back in wonder to watch the eruption, and I groaned, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" as my cum burst forth onto her smiling ecstatic face. Each pulse of my cock made her blink her eyes, laugh, and then suck my cock so she could pump out more. Again and again, the eruption continued like a geyser of steaming cum.

"More, more cum," Trixie cried, and then, with a slightly panicked look, she pleaded, "My cunt too, please, before you run out!" 

My jaw dropped open, but I aimed to please, so I quickly turned Trixie around, and without wasting a drop, I pounded what was left of my love potion into Trixie's slippery love slot. 

Janey was delighted with my ability to fuck Trixie in two places, and still shoot more cum, and while Dick continued to lick my girlfriend's sopping wet cunt, Janey leaned over, grabbed me and began covering my face and chest with quick kisses, moving down to lick my still cummy cock. Even as I shrank, more and more cum kept spilling out and Janey smeared it over her face and tits, whispering,

"Oh yes, I want your cum Babe, while Dick licks my cunt, I still want your cum all over me, my mouth, my face, my tits . . . mmmmmmmmmmm." 

She moaned and ground her cunt into Dick's mouth, seemingly in heaven with her cunt being licked by one man, and her mouth licking cum from the cock of another. Before long, I could feel her quiver in my arms, and then, I heard the barely audible sounds . . . 

"Oh my god ...oh, oh, oh . . . yessssssssssss," and she sucked every last drop from my cock as she blew her own load of cum cream into Doctor Dick's anxiously awaiting mouth.

With all those orgasms shooting all over the place, I thought, "That's it; it's wonderful, but it's finally all over." I was wrong. The girls were not finished, not by a long shot.

Janey reached down to her cum-soaked cunt and started spreading her still dripping love juices over Trixie's tits, and down her tummy to her cute cunt, then licking her own juices. I then watched in lusty amazement as Trixie returned the favor and leaned down to place her face between Janey's wet legs and lapped at her cum-filled twat. Trixie's head moved rapidly, and I could hear her making wet sucking noises as she sucked cunt juice from Janey's creamy cunt. 

Behind Janey, Samantha had four fingers in Trixie's hot snatch, pumping her dripping hole noisily while simultaneously sucking Dick's enormous purple dick. I reached under Samantha and pushed two fingers into her, using my thumb over her clit. Janey moaned and came again, this time wrapping her legs around Trixie's head, pulling her pretty face tight against Janey's cummy cunt. Trixie suddenly thrust her head back, and groaned, orgasming to Samantha's fingers. Samantha came moments later, her juices soaking my hand. She kept cumming, and cumming, and begged to be fucked even more.

Dick took advantage of this occasion to shove his big dick into Samantha's dripping cunt and fuck her doggy style. Each one was moaning and groaning, but then Dick began panting so hard we thought he was going to have a heart attack. Just then, Dick pulled his cock out from Samantha's cunt and shot a whizzing bucket of cum all over Samantha's ass, Janey's face, and Trixie's tits. I think some hit the far side of the tent too. All right Big Dick, I thought!

Janey sat up, her face soaked in sperm and cunt-juice, a big smile on her face. Trixie kissed her first, then Samantha. Trixie played with Janey's nipples while Samantha moved over to Dick and me, taking turns in giving our exhausted cocks soft loving licks and kisses. Finally, Janey rested her head on my shoulder while Trixie and Samantha cuddled and leaned against Dick. 

Our lusts satiated, the whole group relaxed and dozed off and on. Now and then Dick would snore, Trixie would let out a little giggle, and Samantha talked in her sleep. Janey and I did not sleep very much. We were occupied in listening to the sounds, soft moans and occasional snores of the others and smiling at each other, relaxed, satisfied, and very happy. 




Company Picnic Ch. 03



When dawn came we all grabbed towels and headed down to the stream to clean up. We were all covered with the fragrances of our late great nocturnal fuck-a-thon. Our three visitors exchanged warm farewells and crept back to their tents. Janey and I both had work to do before the next day, and we too kissed and parted, promising to talk before I left the following day. 

The final meeting with ACME executives occurred Monday morning, after I had a chance to do a little checking around, and had conferred privately with the new president. Mr Brady was surprised and reluctant to believe me when I first told him what I had found, but when I showed him the proof, he understood what he had to do. At the morning Board meeting, it was unanimously agreed to accept my recommendations and act upon them immediately. 

Mr Brady concluded the meeting and announced that he had ordered a celebratory lunch at noon in the boardroom, complete with hors d'oeuvres, Champagne, caviar and the most delightful culinary treats. All the major shareholders were invited. I gave Janey a quick call on my cell phone and was delighted to find she could come over and join us, as my guest, for the celebration and announcement of the merger.

When the guests started to arrive, even old Jurcoff seemed to show a little civility, as he assumed the post of cork popper with regard to the iced Dom Perignon. The lawyer's greasy smile soon faded, however, as Mr Brady handed him a sheaf of documents containing, among other things, a detailed recitation of the kickbacks Jurcoff had been receiving from suppliers for the last several months. One quick look at the detailed proof of his criminal extortion was all Jurcoff needed. He looked up at Brady, pale and shaking. 

Just then, the boardroom door opened, and in walked two elegantly dressed young women, one a tall statuesque beauty with jet black hair and the other a thin leggy blonde with dazzling azure eyes. Mr Brady smiled broadly, while Jurcoff scowled at the stunning brunette and quickly moved to her side. "We need to talk, Mandy, my sweet." 

"Not any more, my sweet," the brunette responded acidly. "From now on, you can talk to my divorce lawyer. We're finished." 

"Mandy, my dear," Mr Brady exclaimed, "how good to see you again." Turning to the whole group, the president said he had an announcement to make. 

"Jerry Jurcoff will be leaving us as general counsel, effective immediately. His stock in the company, we understand, will be re-purchased at a very reasonable price by his wife." As Jurcoff gaped with his mouth wide open, the room erupted in applause. Turning to Mandy, Mr Brady continued, "And now, allow me to also introduce our newest board member, Samantha Jurcoff, whom we all know better as our dear Mandy." 

Jurcoff started to say something, but one glance by Brady with a nod toward the incriminating documents silenced the lawyer. Even Jurcoff could figure it out at that point...that is, if he wanted to stay out of jail, he had better take a quiet divorce, transfer his community interest in ACME stock back to Mandy and get out of town, fast. He looked at Brady, then Mandy, gave a nod in silent assent, then opened the door and left.

The buxom dark-haired beauty extended her hand to me and smiled in recognition. "I am so grateful to you, Mike, for everything you have done. It is my personal pleasure to have you with us."

I grasped Samantha's hand by the finger tips, and in a flash of gallantry, bent down to kiss her hand, remembering how delicious her fingers had tasted after she had fucked her own pretty cunt in the tent and then let me lick the white chocolate juice off her hands. 

"And now," said Mr Brady, "please meet my daughter, Beatrix." 

"My pleasure, Beatrix," I said, taking her hand warmly, looking into her azure blue eyes.

"My friends call me Trixie," said the blonde beauty with blazing blue eyes and small perky breasts. "I hope you will go down with me . . . ," she paused, "to visit our plant south of here, I am sure you will enjoy what there is to see . . ." 

I remembered when I had last laid eyes on Trixie – and the incredible blow job of the day before, her head moving like a piston on my cock, begging me to cum on her face and tits, while the others had cheered her on. Now, I lifted my champagne glass, with a dreamy smile, and joined Samantha, Trixie, and the others in our toast to the past, and the future. 

Later that day, Janey drove me to the airport for my flight home. We laughed and giggled our way through several Martinis before my flight was near boarding time. Then we kissed and parted. I had to leave, for the time being, but I cannot wait I return to see Janey again. Perhaps at the next board meeting, Janey and I will be invited to a post-board party and the games will once again begin.