7 comments/ 20634 views/ 0 favorites Going For It By: Candell Michelle's eyes swept over the newest group of costumed patrons and groaned inwardly. No good tippers there. There were two girls who use Halloween as an excuse to wear as little clothing as possible. They probably wouldn't even buy a drink for themselves all night. A third girl dressed in a creative but dumpy looking dog in a purse costume was obviously the designated driver/ shoulder to cry on. She would buy her own drinks but her annoyance at having to buy her own drinks would make her a poor tipper. Michelle really could use some good tippers tonight. Her tuition bill was due this week and she was more than a little short. Where was a hot air filled money bags who loved to throw bills around to impress women when you needed one? "Hold your panties, ladies, the party is here!" announced a guy walking through the door. He was a good looking guy with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes, but the smirk on his face was enough to make women simply roll their eyes and ignore whatever attractive features he possessed. His body was hidden behind an a-frame costume that he was wearing. It was carpeted and covered with condom wrappers, used condoms, and several pairs of women's panties. As he moved further into the room, Michelle could see that there was also a woman's stiletto shoe attached to the back of the billboard. Michelle's attention was fixated on the door, not because the gods had answered her prayers for a good tipper, though she knew in Vince they had, but because he was often accompanied by the one man who had been a constant presence in her fantasies since the age of twelve when her family had moved next door to the Howards. She put the bar rag down and tried not to grin as a large version of the grim reaper walked in the door behind Vince. When he slipped the hood off his head and pushed the mask up, Michelle knew she was grinning like an idiot. It was Jared, the perfect specimen of a man, in her view. Tall, muscular, blond and as sweet and nice as his younger brother was obnoxious. Unfortunately it was Vince who saw her first. "Holy shit," Vinny said above the din of the crowd. "It's my number one girl. And what a sweet piece of ass you are." "Hi Vinny," Michelle answered smiling despite his lewd behavior. She had spent enough time around him to have a high tolerance for his crudeness. Besides when she picked out the donkey ears and tail, she knew she was asking for just that type of comment. "Is that you Shelby?" Jared asked joining his brother. "In the flesh," she answered, hating the childhood nickname that Vinny had given her and everyone in her old hometown had picked up. "So what brings you guys out here tonight?" "I was on the trail of a hot babe, picked up her scent a couple of miles away and I've obviously found her," Vinny said, laying it on thick as usual. Michelle gave Vinny the customary eye roll. "Do you guys need something to drink?" "I'll take a Hiene," Vinny answered his eyes dropping to her tail again. Jared shook his head in mock disgust, then answered, "The same." As the beer filled the glass mugs, Michelle thought that she would have no problem given Jared as much 'Hiene' as he wanted. She put the mugs on the counter in front of the guys and Vinny as expected smacked down a much larger bill then necessary. She put his change on the counter but he made no move to pick it up and she knew he wouldn't. The brothers had money and Vinny liked to spread it around. "So how long have you been here in Albright?" Jared asked taking a quick sip of his beer. "Starting my third year," she answered, refilling a customer's mug who had temporarily pushed in next to the brothers. "No way," answered Vinny. "You're a junior and I've never seen you around campus?" "I guess that sniffer doesn't work as well as you advertise," Michelle answered back. Vinny laughed loudly. Michelle pulled out a rag and wiped down a spot on the bar. "I've been taking courses at the community college for the last two years. This is my first year at the university." Both men simply nodded. Neither would be able to understand the need for taking a cheaper route to a four year degree that taking courses at the community college had enabled her to do. A change of topics was in order. "I like your costume, Jared," she said, "Never has death looked so appealing." "What about mine, Shelby?" Vinny interjected. "Aren't you going to ask me what I am?" "I'm afraid to." "I'm my bedroom floor after an evening spent with you." Michelle rolled down the edge of her jeans to expose the narrow strip of material of her underwear. "I'm afraid you have the wrong girl. Mine are blue." Both men laughed. "Michelle, we need more napkins," interrupted her boss, Veronica. "Sorry guys, duty calls," Michelle said to the brothers. As she slipped around the edge of the bar to head to the stock room, she decided on the off chance that Jared was watching she might as well work what she had. So she swiveled her hips as she walked laughing as she felt her tail flop back and forth against her thighs. When she returned to the main room, neither of the brothers was in view. She took a moment to look around for him then gave up when Veronica called her name. She jumped into drink making again and forced the thoughts of Jared out of her head. Of course the more she tried not to think of him, the more he was in her head. He had spent too many years in her fantasies to miss this opportunity to please her. Her fingers moved automatically over the glasses, sweeping the dirty ones into the sink and refilling the beer mugs thrust her way. Her mind was somewhere else, somewhere imagining Jared's touch on her body, the taste of the skin on his neck, the firm feeling of the muscles in his ass under her hand. "Earth to Michelle!" Veronica's voice broke into her daydream. Michelle looked up at her boss startled. "I'm sorry. What?" "I said you got the wrong napkins. I wanted the Halloween ones." Veronica was working right alongside her as the number of people in the bar was increasing steadily. "That was the only box I saw back there," Michelle answered. "They must be in the basement. Go get them before the crowd gets bigger." Michelle nodded and wiped her hands on a towel. She moved quickly through the crowd trying to force her head back into her current location. It was going to be much to busy a night for daydreaming. She opened the locked door and hit the switch on the side wall, illuminating the creaky wood stairs. She had just reached the bottom step when she heard the creak of the steps above her. A black cloaked figure stood on the top step. Michelle was about to tell the person that this are was off limits to customers when he looked down at her. She saw the face of the grim reaper and her heart skipped a beat. "I keep telling Veronica I'm going to meet my death on these stairs," Michelle joked, her voice catching as she continued. "This wasn't quite what I meant." The tall figure came down the stairs toward her and Michelle rubbed her palms against the side of her jeans. When the masked figure reached the bottom step, she turned to move away and give him some space. His hand flashed out quickly and grabbed her by the waist pulling her back against him. "My sweet little Shelby," the figure whispered into her ear. Her whole body resounded with a deafening yes. When his hand touched the bare skin of her stomach, she ground her ass against him. He responded by sliding his hand higher. The fingers stroked her skin leaving heated trails across her belly. His hand paused for a moment, but when her hand groped behind her for his crotch it immediately continued upward and covered one of her breasts. The fingers squeezed and released the full mound matching her rhythm on his balls. Then his thumb found her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra and teased it with rapid circular motions till it stood out firmly and Michelle's breath was coming out in rapid pants. Michelle turned in his arms and lifted her hand toward his face. He reached up with his own to take off the mask, but she changed her mind and stopped his hands. With the mask on, he was just a guy she was going to fuck, with it off he would be the guy she had idolized for forever and that would make this a lot more awkward. He made another move to remove the mask and instead of fighting him to keep it on, she dropped to her knees in front of him and pushed aside the folds of his cloak till she reached his pants. The cloak fell back over her head as she unzipped his jeans and pulled out an already swollen cock. She couldn't see it in the dark , but as she ran her hand down the length of it she was convinced it was magnificent. She leaned in and licked the tip and was rewarded with a groan by it's owner. She greedily sucked the head into her mouth while her hands began pumping at the base. The moans intensified and his hips began rocking back and forth feeding his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Michelle found her own hips rocking back and forth as well. Soon the need that was burning between her legs was too much, she released his cock and pushed back a little freeing herself from his robe. She looked up to see that he was still wearing the mask. She smiled and as she stood she slipped her fingers into the fastenings of her own jeans and undid them. She began pushing them over her hips when he reached for her again. His hands found the bare skin of her hips then slid to her ass, squeezing his fingers under the jeans and pushing them further off her body. Her fingers buried themselves in the silky fabric of his cloak as her lips found a small patch of skin on the side of his neck. His fingers worked deeper over her ass till one hand slipped between her thighs. The fingers probed her pussy lips, sliding between the swollen folds of skin. Then one, then a second finger slid up inside her and she moaned flattening her body against his. When his other hand slid from her ass around to cover the thin strip of curls of the front of her pubic area, she bit into his neck smothering her moan. His hands worked her from both sides, one playing with her clit the other pumping in and out of her. She rocked her body back and forth, clinging to him and continually licking and nipping at his neck. She could taste the salt of his skin and the sweet smell of shampoo with just a whisper of cologne. It was intoxicating to her. She had longed to know the feel of his hands and now here she was, her body on fire as the blood pounded through her veins. She could feel the orgasm starting but this wasn't how she wanted it to happened. She pushed his hands away as she pushed her jeans lower. Then she turned and leaned into the steps thrusting her naked ass at him. The thought of condom went through her head and she pushed it aside. She was on the pill and this was Jared. Then all thought left her as she felt his cock press into her. He was large, but he went slowly stretching her slick passage. When he was finally all the way in, with his balls pressed against her ass, they both groaned. When he began to pump in and out, she knew it was going to be a quick trip for both of them. She gripped the rough wooden steps and slammed her hips back as he pressed his forward. The sound of the creaking stairs mixed with the sexual music of skin slapping against skin, intermixed with moans and panting breath. She bit into her arm to stifle a scream as the sensations peaked and her body broke into violent shudders of pleasure. He thrust one last time burying himself deep as he cock pulsed and exploded within her. Their bodies remained locked rigidly together for a moment as their orgasms hit their peak. Then he pulled her body back from the steps and cuddled her against him. They both let out a long weary breath and relaxed against each other. Neither spoke. Without the creaking of the steps, the room was now quiet except for some crowd noise filtering down from above. Michelle waited for him to say something and when he didn't after several seconds, she became very conscious of her lack of clothing. "You go ahead, I'll be up in a couple minutes," she said pushing away from him and reaching down to pull her jeans up. To her disappointment, he still said nothing. He zipped his pants back up and climbed the stairs. He paused for a second at the top then opened the door and slipped back out into the bar. Michelle went to the back of the stockroom and used the bathroom. She cleaned herself up and glanced into the rusted mirror to check the state of her hair. Tears were hanging on the edge of her eyes lashes and she forced herself to swallow several times. The euphoria of a moment ago had been replaced by confusion. She swiped at her eyes a few times with a fold of toilet paper then took a deep breath. She didn't have time for any emotional analysis right now. Veronica was probably already pissed. She glanced around the room, located the correct box and headed back up the stairs. The bar was definitely more crowded and she had to elbow her way through. She dropped the box behind the bar and immediately started washing glasses. Veronica looked over and gave her a quick smile. She finished up with the group at the end of the bar and came over to inspect the box. "Thanks kid," she said ripping open the top and tossing a couple of handfuls onto the bar. "Sorry if they were buried on you. I've been meaning to get down there and organize that place." "No problem." Michelle shrugged. Her eyes scanned the crowd looking for him. "Crowds getting bigger." "Yeah, it'll be a decent night." Then Michelle spotted him and her heart clenched. He was sitting in a both sans costume with a petite blonde dressed as Tinkerbelle almost sitting in his lap. "Are you alright?" Veronica asked. Michelle couldn't answer. How could Jared be playing with Tinkerbelle just minutes after having sex with her? Veronica's eyes followed Michelle's gaze. "You know him?" she asked. "He's a cutie. Obnoxious little shit he's with though." Michelle looked at her unsure if she was talking about the blonde of Vinny. "She came in a half hour ago told him to lose his costume because it was depressing. She's been bouncing up and down on his lap ever since." "What?" Michelle's jaw dropped open. "He didn't just get up to use the bathroom or anything did he?" "No," Veronica laughed. "I think Tinkerbelle's got him a little too worked up for that. I bet you ten bucks she gives him a hand job under the table before the night is over." A wave of nausea swept over her as her eyes scanned the crowd searching for the black hood. Then she spotted the empty costume on a stool on the far side of the bar. "Who left that there?" she managed to squeak out, gesturing to the costume. "I don't know," Veronica answered, shrugging. "It wasn't there a couple minutes ago." Michelle trembled as her eyes scanned the crowd searching for some clue. She had just had unprotected sex with Death. Going For The Goalie This story is written for Literotica author Chanson Bleu. It is in payment for a friendly bet we had on the outcome of this year's Stanley Cup Playoffs, won by her beloved Colorado Avalanche. CB provided the synopsis for the story, an erotic fantasy of hers, as per the bet. Additionally, she helped me with information on Denver, the French language, and helped edit and name the story. I should lose more bets this way. Thanks CB, and enjoy. * * * * * "The winner of the Conn Smythe trophy, for the third time, Patrick Roy!" The National Hockey League's commissioner's voice echoed through the Pepsi Center in Denver. The Colorado Avalanche had just come back from a three game to two deficit in the Stanley Cup Finals to win the seventh and deciding game against the reigning Stanley Cup champions, the New Jersey Devils. The series had been one of momentum changes, both teams dominating for a time. But in the end, Colorado had won their second Stanley Cup, an award emblematic of professional hockey supremacy. The Conn Smythe trophy, donated by the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey club back in 1967, was named after the crusty original owner of the Leafs. The trophy is presented to the most valuable player in the Stanley Cup playoffs. The latter represent the post season of hockey, and the most important games to be played. Winners advance by winning four games in a best four out seven game series. In all there are four grueling rounds where players become battered and bruised, injuries are not disclosed, and all sacrifice themselves for the glory of winning the Cup. The MVP winner this year was Patrick Roy, veteran goaltender for the Avalanche. Goaltenders are a strange breed. They play the entire game and face a barrage of pucks , propelled at speeds of over 100 miles per hour. Although covered from head to toe with padding, goaltenders often are bruised by the sheer force of the pucks hitting them. Their job is purely defensive, keep the puck out of their net. Roy, as he typically is, was brilliant. With a defiant icy stare and skilled athleticism, he denied the Devil shooters when it counted the most, and the trophy was his again, as it had been two times before. The Avalanche players frequently party at the restaurant where I work, the Denver ChopHouse and Brewery. As Events Director at the restaurant I book, plan, and oversee all special functions. No party had been booked tonight because no one wanted to jinx the team, but I had deliberately not booked The Caboose, our largest banquet room at the back of the restaurant. Sure, there would be a parade, a municipal reception, perhaps even an invitation to the White House. Before all that though, the players would party together as a team. I smiled at the thought of some of them showing up in uniform. Rumor has it that there is an element of superstition involved in not taking off the winning uniforms for at least twenty-four hours after the final game. I wondered if it were true. And the Stanley Cup itself would be with them. The Cup was donated years ago by Lord Stanley of Preston, the Queen of England's representative to Canada at the time. The Lord left Canada shortly thereafter and neither he nor his heirs have ever seen a Stanley Cup game. The Cup travels with the players of the winning team, each of them getting an allotted period of time with it. In the beginning it was mostly Canadian players taking the Cup back to their hometowns to a reception reminiscent of those for a conquering hero. In more recent times, the Cup has found its way from Time Square in New York to Red Square in Moscow, along with international cities throughout Europe such as Helsinki, Stockholm, and Prague. The Cup has had some adventures, having been forgotten on trains, left on buses or in hotel rooms, and in one bizarre incident, unceremoniously dumped into the Rideau Canal in Ottawa, Canada. Miraculously, it keeps turning up and has grown into one of the most recognizable trophies in sports. I was excited about the impending party. I had met most of the Avalanche players over the past year and enjoyed flirting with them. Georgie as they called me, short for Georgina, took care of them. Hockey players are always going somewhere, either travelling, playing, or practicing, and I ensured the time they spent at the restaurant was fun and relaxing. Perhaps because the Avalanche as a team had originally played in Quebec City, located in the heart of French speaking Canada, they had a tradition of having several players who spoke French as their first language. The latter found me interesting in that I could converse with them in fluent French, having studied the language as my major in college. It was highly unusual for them to meet an American woman who could speak their language. In my late thirties, I have a pretty face, innocent looking, yet subtly seductive. I am fit, poised, and sexy. The younger players would occasionally hit on me, mistaking my teasing and good nature for a green light. I sometimes took them up on it. Why should the groupies have all the fun? I am at my sexual peak and one of these virile, athletic young men can literally fuck all night long. Exhausted, and sometimes more than just a little sore the next morning, I would promise myself never to do it again…but never is a very long time. Most of the veteran players were married, had young families, and were more polished and professional. They realized that the season was long, the travel tiring, and spending the night fucking wasn't going to make it any easier. But they were great to party with. My favorite was Patrick Roy. He would look at me with those incredible icy blue eyes of his and I would feel my pussy getting wet, tingling with excitement. He was supremely confident, patient, and had a serene aura around him. Patrick was Quebecois, from Canada's French speaking province, and 'Roy' means king. He was true to his name. I had spoken with Patrick only once, the last time he was in the restaurant. He was celebrating becoming the all time leader in games won for a goaltender, surpassing the venerable Terry Sawchuk. I had flirted with him a bit in the past, as part of a group, but this time I actually had a chance to talk with him. "Patrick, you have won the Cup, all the individual goalie trophies, you have most of the goalie records, what challenges are left?" I had asked with some seriousness. "Georgie, I love the game, I love the fans…especially the beautiful ones," he grinned and winked at me as he said it. I turned a not so pale shade of red, momentarily caught off guard. There was a pause as I recovered. I looked up and those eyes were locked on me, too long to be accidental. I looked away and began to fidget. 'He couldn't be,' I thought. Patrick kept staring. 'He could.' Patrick looked away finally. 'Nah, he's not.' For a moment I thought he was coming on to me and, as the moment passed, I was regretting not being more receptive. After that thoughts of Patrick began to surface regularly. I would find myself listening to sports reports more attentively, for any news that might be about him. I wasn't obsessive about it, but I had this tinge of anxiety inside. The question of what might have been kept haunting me. At first I wanted to find out, but as time passed, I needed to find out. The next time I see him I promised myself. And Patrick was sure to be here tonight. I just wasn't sure what I was going to do about it. A quick phone call from my boss confirmed the arrangements. "Good work Georgie, I knew you would have something ready for them," he said. "Tell the staff to stay as long as they can, there will be a bonus. We'll keep the restaurant open past regular closing." It took six of us to prepare for the Avalanche. The Caboose had its own bar area and should have enough room for all that showed. We chilled down two cases of champagne and prepared an extensive buffet with our best dishes. After the tension of the last few games, the players probably hadn't eaten much and were sure to be hungry! I instructed a small pedestal be placed in the middle of the room where they could put the Cup on display although I had a feeling it wouldn't stay in one place too long. Kevin, our head brewer, surprised me. He had prepared something special, Lord Stanley's Ale he called it, just for the occasion. News travels fast and the restaurant began to fill with patrons awaiting the arrival of their Stanley Cup champions. The mood was jovial and upbeat but the crowd, though boisterous, was well behaved. The parking lot was completely filled with cars. The players, we were told, would arrive by limousine, and the drivers would park around the back of the restaurant next to the railway tracks. It was shortly after 11 p.m. when the first players showed up. Outside the front of the restaurant a drop area was cordoned off to allow the players to get into the restaurant. The Caboose was already half full with non-playing members of the team, the league, and the media. A feeling of relief was evident. The playoffs were finally over. Some of these men and women had been away from home for over two months constantly travelling. It would soon be time to go home. But for now, it was party time. I laughed when I saw about a half dozen of the players still in their jerseys and hockey pants. The rest of the pads were gone but enough of the uniform remained to comply with tradition. 'These hockey players are a superstitious lot' I thought to myself. Wives, girlfriends, close relatives, and in a couple of cases, parents of the players began filing into The Caboose. The room held 150, but I could see we were going to have more than that. The feeling of excitement and anticipation rose as everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of the Stanley Cup. Ray Bourque, one the Avalanche's many all-star players, arrived with it, carrying it triumphantly over his head. When it came time, he appeared almost reluctant to put it on the pedestal in the middle of the room. I was not prepared for the emotion I saw on Ray's face, and those of his fellow players. It struck me that these players had dreamt, as little boys barely able to stand up on skates, of this moment of glory. I wondered whether any night of celebration could live up to the feelings evoked from those dreams. I looked around but didn't see Patrick. The goalie was always first on and off the ice, but I guess parties were different. Most of the players were hungry, helping themselves to huge portions from the buffet table. One could barely hear above the talking and the music in the background. The younger players had a greater influence in the music, and bands such as Limp Bizkit, Depeche Mode, and Stone Temple Pilots were among their choices. The champagne remained on ice, since we wanted all the players to arrive before formally starting the celebration. However, the beer was flowing; Lord Stanley's Ale was going over well, disappearing as fast as tickets had for tonight's game. Finally I spotted Patrick. He arrived via the side door of the Caboose, his limousine dropping him off along with the Conn Smythe Trophy. As others noticed his arrival they began clapping, all present giving him an enthusiastic ovation. Patrick made his way into the room. "Ce n'est fait rien," I heard him say in French to one of his teammates. In English it would mean, "it is nothing." Patrick seemed to absorb the adulation and reveled in it. We broke open the champagne, as he was the last of the players to arrive. It was time to officially start the celebration. As is the tradition the champagne is poured right into the top, the Cup portion, of the large trophy. Players first, then team officials, and then anyone else could drink from it. I had never seen the Caboose more alive as they passed the Cup among them, spilling, spurting, and swilling the bubbly contents. I was invited to drink and though it was impossible to avoid spilling, I wasn't about to turn down the opportunity. I love champagne, the dry sweet taste and effervescence, always went down easy and tonight was no exception. Predictably, and with a little help from a few of the players, the front of my blouse got absolutely soaked. Fortunately, I had worn a very sexy, three-quarter, lace bra. It was impossible to not show it off along with the ample cleavage of my breasts. Of course, I scolded the players, but secretly was not unhappy about it at all. When I turned around from my drink from the Cup I noticed Patrick watching me…intently. 'Perhaps he remembers our last meeting' I thought. The atmosphere in the room and the effect of the champagne were subduing my inhibitions. I kept looking at Patrick, as he talked to friends, signed the odd autograph. Every so often he would look in my direction, those incredible icy blue eyes staring at me. I felt like he was undressing me, my nipples grew hard and my breath short as I gazed back at him. He was so cool, so confident, so sexy. I returned his stare and our eyes locked for what seemed to be an eternity. In reality, it was just a few moments, but long enough to convince me to act. I wouldn't miss my chance with Patrick this time. Quietly I slipped to the side of The Caboose and made my way out the side entrance. The restaurant backed onto an old rail spur line and the parking area was not well lit; however, it was a clear night and a half moon bathed the area in a wan glow. I approached a small line of limousines. Most were in darkness, their drivers in the restaurant. But some of the drivers never leave their vehicles. I approached the very last one, knowing it would likely be Patrick's. The driver, a young man, in his mid-twenties, was still in his seat, reading Maxim, a softer and arguably more hip men's magazine than Playboy or Penthouse. "Excuse me, is this Mr. Roy's limo?" I inquired. I leaned toward the window and noticed him move the magazine down to cover a sizable bulge in his crotch. "Yes ma'am," the driver said politely with a slight southern drawl. "Why aren't you in the restaurant…partying?" "Don't drink ma'am and not much of hockey fan I guess. Where I come from the only ice we see is out of a machine." We both laughed. "I'm Georgie, I work at the restaurant, what's your name?" "Jay, ma'am." "Well Jay, I have a favor to ask you." I asked him to move the limousine closer to the area beside the old railway spur, where it would be away from the others, then find me in The Caboose and give me the keys. "I'm sorry ma'am, can't do that. My boss would fire me if he found out." "Jay, I'm not going to steal your limousine, I just want to get into it…and have a little privacy. No one is going to find out." Jay was shaking his head when I boldly reached in and lifted the magazine from his lap. His arousal was still very apparent. "What if I help you relieve that…I'm sure the Maxim girls won't mind." I said teasingly. I was gambling on Jay being horny. His eyes were already fixed on my breasts as I leaned forward. He thought for a moment. "So long as you promise not to leave the parking area." "I promise Jay, now…unzip for me," I instructed as I opened the limo door and knelt on the edge of the plush carpeting. Jay quickly released his belt and loosened his pants, lowering them to mid thigh. His cock was almost fully erect and was a handsome piece of manhood with a bulbous head fully engorged from his stroking. I gasped when I saw it, he easily had the largest cock I had ever seen. A groan escaped his lips as I first tongued the head, flicking lightly on the sensitive underside. Astonishingly he got harder and longer. I knew I couldn't take him all but could certainly give him cheater's head. I grasped the base of his cock and let my hand ride up and down the shaft as I sucked on the head. The latter fully filled one side of my cheek as I swirled my tongue around it. He was already leaking precum and not all that far from coming. He put his hand gently on the back of my head, as if concerned I would suddenly withdraw. I worked him skillfully picking up pace as his breathing indicated he was getting close. Suddenly, I felt his body jerk and then a series of spasms projecting thick waves of hot cum into my mouth. He grunted, and involuntarily pulled the head of his cock out of my mouth just in time for the last load of cum to spill over my lips and chin. He sighed deeply and looked at me. I must have been quite a sight, cum smeared around my mouth and dripping from my chin. Recovering quickly, he handed me a box of tissues. "I'll move the limo for you now ma'am…and ma'am, that was great!" Jay said softly, smiling. "Call me Georgie, Jay…and Jay, with what you've been blessed with, you can do a lot better than driving a limousine." I said smiling back at him. "Yes ma…Georgie!" he replied gratefully. Jay was a sweet young man. I cleaned up as best I could and went back to The Caboose. I knew Jay would be a few minutes so I visited the ladies room to tidy up my make up. He showed up as planned and I had the limo keys secured. I told Jay to wait in the restaurant and I would be back later with the keys and to pick up his bill. The party was going strong. I was amazed that these players, having fought grueling series after series over the past two and half months, would have anything left to party. Patrick was holding court with a group of the media when he noticed me. I had deliberately avoided going directly to him, I wanted him to approach me. After a few attentive glances Patrick stood up, shook hands with the group, and excused himself from their company. Nonchalantly he started heading in my direction. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me. 'This is it,' I thought. "Georgie, you look beautiful tonight," Patrick said as he approached. "Merci, monsieur…for noticing," I answered coyly. Patrick leaned over and kissed me, gently on the lips, and gave me a hug, pulling me into his body. Anywhere else it would have been noticed as out of place, but the party was in full swing. "This party is fantastic…how did you have time to prepare?" He asked. "I always take care of my favorite team," I smiled at him, pausing for effect. "But I have something special planned for my favorite player." "Georgie, am I your favorite?" His eyes brightened, I looked at him intently. "Patrick, you know you are…" I answered the question with my eyes. He smiled, his eyes met mine and locked, I leaned forward to him, whispering in his ear. Patrick moved back slightly when he heard me, and I think he blushed, although it was difficult to tell in the subdued light of the Caboose. He stared at me and said finally, "really?" I nodded, smiling at him. "Meet me outside the side door, five minutes," I said quickly. Then, after giving him the most seductive look I could, I disappeared into the crowd. I went into the ladies room for a moment to lose my panties; they would only get in the way. As I worked my way through the crowd a group of the players called to me. 'Oh shit' I thought, 'bad timing guys'. "Not now guys…taking care of business," I shouted over the noise. "I'll see you later." I waved as I passed them, not stopping to talk, and continued toward the door. I paused as soon as I got out to the parking lot, catching my breath. My heart was pumping a mile a minute. Now, if only Patrick shows up, I wasn't entirely sure he would. I lingered in the shadows for a few minutes, it seemed like an eternity. Then finally, the silhouette of a man appeared out of the side entrance, glancing in both directions. I stepped toward him. "Georgie?" Patrick's voice was a whisper. "Yes, Patrick, follow me," I instructed confidently. If I was to have my fun with Patrick it was going to be on my terms, not necessarily his. I grasped his arm and pulled him along, out across the shadowy parking area to the lone limousine, sitting adjacent to the railway spur. We moved in silence, only the gravel underneath making a crunching sound as we padded across it. Reaching the limousine, I unlocked the side door, opened it, and motioned to Patrick to get in. Going For The Goalie As the door closed we were in darkness, except for the light of the moon, filtering through the tinted windows. Patrick looked for a cabin light and flicked it on. I stared at him, slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I stopped and reached for the light, turning it off. "We won't need this on." I whispered assertively. I turned around, facing away from him. Looking back over my shoulder I said, "Unhook my bra." I felt his soft hands ride up my sides then trace along the seam of my bra. He carefully released it, then slowly ran his hands underneath and around my body. I turned to face him, letting the bra fall away. I leaned forward to him and felt his hands lightly cup my breasts. "Fondle them, suck on them," I murmured. Patrick brought his lips to one of my nipples and lightly flicked it with his tongue. It felt like a tiny electric shock all the way to my pussy. He worked patiently, confidently, on my breasts, lightly sucking both nipples to small, hard buds. 'God, he's good at this too' I thought as the sensations coursed through my body. I ran my fingers through his hair, caressing down to his neck and shoulders. I could feel the heat from his body, still warm from the activity of the game. A few droplets of sweat formed on his temples. He had a freshly scrubbed scent from his post-game shower. I moved my hands around the front of his shirt and began slowly unbuttoning it. About half way down I ran my hands in underneath, across his chest, brushing his nipples. He started a little. "Like that?" I said softly. "Oui, c'est ca," he whispered. I lifted his head from my breasts and pushed him back in the seat to finish unbuttoning his shirt. He laid back and watched me, in silhouette, undressing him. I pulled out his shirt and he moved forward to remove it. I loosened his belt, then slowly undid the zipper of his pants. I could feel him underneath, his arousal apparent. He lifted his hips off the seat and I slid down his pants and boxer shorts. I felt down to his crotch grasping his semi erect cock in my hand, jerking it slightly. Patrick leaned toward me. "Not yet, I want to taste you first," he said. He directed me beside him on the seat as I undid the top of my skirt. It slid down to my ankles and I lightly kicked it off. I opened my thighs for him as his fingers traced down my belly onto my pubic mound. He rested his palm there, then lightly fingered down to my slit, parting the engorged lips, and lightly dipping his middle finger into my core. He moved off the seat and positioned himself between my legs, opening me yet wider. His finger reached into me, lightly penetrating. I gasped as he did it, and felt my juices begin to flow. He flattened his tongue to lave gently up and down my slit. He used another finger to lightly probe my asshole. My hips bucked slightly, his touch was incredible, my arousal building steadily. He lightly sucked on my pussy lips, causing my juices to leak onto my inner thighs. "C'est ca, Patrick," I purred as he worked his magic. He laved up to my clit and slowly circled it with his tongue. Using the tip of his tongue he casually dipped down into my core then laved back up to my clit. I could feel the orgasm coming on, there was no turning back. "Suck on it, suck on it hard," I commanded as my body began quivering. He took his time. "Patience, ma cherie," he said. He began lightly flicking my engorged clit with his tongue. Every lash heightened my pleasure, turning it up another notch, until I was breathless, on the brink of exploding. He penetrated my ass with his finger, slowly up to his first knuckle, and then in completely. I don't know how long he kept me on the edge, bringing me close, then backing off slightly. I was writhing at his every touch and moaning softly, enjoying the waves of pleasure. Patrick stopped and looked up at me. Even in the pale light I could see his incredible blue eyes. He brought his lips to my clit and began sucking. Slowly at first, then with increased intensity until I could hold back no longer. "Oh God Patrick, yes," I cried as the orgasm tore through me. My hips bucked off the seat but he stayed with me, sucking furiously as my pussy contracted. My fingers dug into his head as he kept me coming, a series of sharp, intense spasms. Finally, I slumped back, moving away from him. All was quiet, I was drifting in a world of my own, enjoying the aftershocks, and slowly coming down. Patrick was by my side, gently caressing me, stroking my arms, shoulders, and face. As I recovered I grasped his semi-erect cock. Without a word he moved to give me easier access, and I stroked him, getting him hard, ready for me. I wasn't about to take him right away though, I wanted to tease him, just a little. I moved up on my knees and bent over him. Bringing my mouth to his cock I took him deep down to my throat. Relaxing, I was able take his full length, my tongue swirling around the shaft, feeling it throb as it grew harder. I withdrew until only the head was in my mouth, then lightly probed my tongue over the opening, then to the sensitive area underneath. He groaned and twitched at the pleasurable sensation. I fully enjoy giving head, but I knew if I kept going I could easily bring Patrick off, and that was not my plan. "I want you inside me, Patrick," I whispered softly. "I want you to come inside me." Patrick nodded. I released his cock and repositioned myself to straddle on top of him. I gently lowered myself and could feel the head of his penis as it parted my wet pussy lips then penetrated my core. I had just enough room to move on him, my head just slightly below the roof of the limo. I began working the full length of his manhood in and out. Delightfully it hit my G-spot, a tiny contraction confirming the hit. Patrick reached up to fondle my breasts, taking my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pulling and stretching them. I wondered how he knew I loved that as I moaned softly at his touch. I also loved being on top where I could control the action. My hips worked a rhythmic motion grinding me onto his hard cock. He filled me up and I could feel the pulsing veins of his manhood as my pussy contracted on him, clinging to him, refusing to release him. I felt my juices flowing, out over his balls and in between his thighs, dripping to the leather seat below. I intensified my activity, my pussy rocking back and forth along his hard cock. I could feel him grow larger still. My swollen pussy was sensitive and tingling. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I wanted to ensure Patrick got off. He was looking up at me, the icy blue stare now softer, his eyes on me constantly as my body moved over his. I smiled at him, our passion rising with every thrust. My mind wandered for an instant, I could hear the crowd at the Pepsi Center, chanting Patrick's name. And here I was a few short hours later, with him in me, the most intimate way possible. I felt his arousal, his body stiffening slightly, he was not far away. "Come for me Patrick…come inside me," I implored. His eyes closed and he shook his head as suddenly his body twitched involuntarily. I felt the first stream of hot cum inside followed by another, then another. The intensity of his orgasm brought me off. I gasped then moaned as the orgasm ripped through me causing me to shudder. I stopped moving, letting his cock empty deep inside me. I could feel his every move, and my every contraction. It was a moment of ultimate passion, both of us engulfed in pleasure. Finally I slipped off of him, to his side. I was spent, but reached for his cock. Patrick shook his head. "Ce n'est pas necessaire," he said softly. Instead he gathered me to him, holding me tight. We were silent as we recovered, I could hear only his heartbeat as it eventually slowed. He stroked my hair and face then turned to look at me. "Merci beaucoup Georgie, I will remember this," he said. "Oui, moi aussi." Then with a mischievous smile I said, "Maybe the Avalanche will repeat next year!" Going for the Record “Make sure your makeup and hair are perfect for tonight. We are going for the record.” That was all the instructions Master had given her when he told her to clean herself for display. They were going to the club, that was obvious. Master was going to do something with her on stage. That also was obvious. But what? It wasn’t a slave’s place to know what her Master desired, but usually Master gave some sort of hint as to what was going to happen. He might say, “I am going to really warm you ass tonight.” Or perhaps, “You will be dancing without music tonight when I turn on the tens unit.” Such little hints enabled Gloria to prepare herself for what was to come. Master didn’t call her Gloria. Master called her “slave” or “slut” or “peas.” When he called her peas at the club he would almost always have to explain that it stood for “positively perfect pain slut.” And she was. As she was growing up, sex was nothing to her. For some reason she didn’t get the pleasure that others talked about. Sometimes there was a feeling of release, but release from what? There was no peak from which to fall screaming as many of her friends claimed they did. In college she decided that maybe the problem was that she was lesbian. So, she tried sex with a couple of other coeds. Actually she tried sex with a rather large number of other coeds. Still nothing. Then she slept with the wrong girl. Or, more specifically she slept with the wrong woman’s girlfriend. Gloria and Vicki were in the classic 69 position on the Vicki’s bed when the door to the bedroom slammed open and a woman’s voice screamed out, “I told you what would happen if you brought another of your sluts back to my house.” Vicki was on top, so when the heavy belt that the woman was swinging slammed down, it landed squarely on Vicki’s ass. In shock, Gloria pulled her face back from Vicki’s delicious cunt, but Vicki yelled, “No, Gloria. Keep going. Keep going.” And so she did. Then something happened that had never happened before. Hearing Vicki cry out with each loud slap of the belt started a fire in Gloria’s belly. No, it was more than a fire. It was molten lava moving out from between her legs. It was heat and light and hunger- hunger for the belt that was turning Vicki’s ass red and purple. “Roll over,” she suddenly said, and Vicki answered, “What?” “I want the belt,” she answered. “I need the belt. Please, roll over!” Vicki fell to her side and Gloria completed the roll, coming up on top of Vicki with her head still buried between Vicki’s legs. As she did, the belt swished past her head and slapped into the bed. “So you want some, too,” the unknown woman’s voice said with a sneer, and suddenly Gloria’s ass exploded. The pain was tremendous, but the lava fountain between her legs turned from red-hot to white-hot and began to spread throughout her body. She could feel her body trembling and her head was shaking so hard that she could not continue nuzzling Vicki for fear that she would bite her tongue. Blow after blow slammed into her now bright red ass. Then the volcano erupted. This wasn’t release, this was explosive ecstasy. She lost control of her body. Her arms were flailing. Her legs were kicking. Her bladder emptied onto Vicki’s face. Then everything faded into a white haze. When she came to, she found herself lying on her back looking up into the face of Professor Montgomery.., only the professor wasn’t dressed as Gloria had ever seen her in class. She was wearing a tight latex outfit that looked something like a combination of a corset and swimsuit. On her legs were knee-high shiny, black boots. Her hands were encased in matching gloves that came to her elbows. “Well,” she said with a deep laugh, “that was a first. I’ve never had a girl totally pop her circuits from just a belt and some cunt lapping. I’d love to see what you could do if I warmed you up properly.” She smiled and then asked Gloria, “Do you respond like that every time?” Gloria looked back at the professor with wide eyes and answered, almost with fear in her voice, “I’ve never done anything like that before. Was that an orgasm?” The professor and Vicki both began laughing and laughed almost uncontrollably for several minutes. Finally Vicki contained herself enough to say, “You’ve slept with almost every man in this college and a good portion of the women and you don’t know what an orgasm is?” “No,” answered Gloria meekly. “I’ve never had one before. I’ve tried men. I’ve tried toys. I’ve tried porn. I’ve tried girls. I’ve tried combinations of all of them, but nothing ever really happened. At least, nothing like what happened tonight.” “Let’s see,” said the professor. “Men didn’t do it. Toys or raunchy stories don’t work for you. Girls aren’t really your flavor. But you explode like Mount Vesuvius when I beat your ass.” She pointed her finger at Gloria. “You, my honey, are a positively perfect pain slut. It takes pain to trip your trigger.” She smiled and her voice became soft and deep. “And I know just the place to find someone to pop your circuits regularly.” The professor introduced her to life at the club and gave her the sub name, “peas.” Actually it was Vicki who gave her that name. That first night, while she was still lying spent on the bed, the professor asked herself out loud, “What should we call you, my positively perfect pain slut?” Vicki had suggested, “P,P,P,S” and the professor responded, “Too many Ps.” Then she smiled broadly and said, “Yes, that’s it. Peas.” Addressing Gloria directly she continued, “You will love it at the club, my precious little pea.” Gloria did love it at the club. It was there that she realized that she sort of preferred men, but women or toys or whatever were OK as long as there was pain involved. Pain without a man or a woman or a toy or getting in the proper mood with some really good porn was just pain. But if her body was even slightly sexually stimulated, then the pain wasn’t really pain. It was the road to ecstasy. Eventually she met Master. He understood her needs. A few of the others that she had allowed to play with her had not. They thought pain alone was her goal. They thought pain was enough, or that she craved pain. Those were not good experiences. She didn’t yearn for pain. She wasn’t seeking pain. She didn’t crave pain. She craved ecstasy and release, and pain was the path to that paradise of pleasure. She had accepted Master’s collar more than four years ago. He had helped her finish her studies and had used some of his contacts to secure her a decent job in the community. By day, she was a typical young professional with a career. By night, she was Master’s slave, peas. Master had never asked her to do anything that was beyond her limits. They had never fully discussed her limits, but Master seemed to understand. They had, however, established a safeword should those limits ever be reached. It was “carrots.” Master had some background in theatre and had always thought it was funny that if you needed a large crowd murmuring in the background, but didn’t want anything to be understood, they were often instructed to keep softly repeating, “peas and carrots, peas and carrots, peas and carrots.” “If peas says ‘carrots’ I stop,” he told her. “That is an absolute. It is the only control that you will ever have. Everything else is totally in my hands. But if it gets beyond what you can stand, say ‘carrots’ and it all stops.” Many Masters and subs also establish a safe gesture for when a slave is gagged, but Master had never gagged her. He liked to hear her cries as she responded to the pain that was her road to pleasure. Gloria was now almost finished with her preparation. She had given herself several enemas to clean herself out on the inside. She had neatly trimmed the very narrow landing strip above her pussy. All other hair from the neck down had been permanently removed, so the narrow patch was all that had to be tended to. A long, luxurious, warm bath with scented oils prepared her skin. There were little sparkles in the oil that clung to her skin as she got out of the tub. It made it hell to clean the tub, but even after drying herself, there was a shimmer to her skin. Her long hair was brushed until it shone and hung in soft, dark curves around her face. The final step was makeup. A no-smear, almost permanent style of body makeup was used to slightly darken and redden her nipples. Additional glitter was added to the landing strip. Then a very light touch of very expensive makeup turned her face into something worthy of the cover of the highest fashion magazine. A simple, black, wrap-around dress and high stiletto heels completed her preparation. A second, identical dress was placed in a bag to take with her so she had something to wear home if her dress were cut from her body during their scene. She was ready. But ready for what? Normally they arrived at the club around eight or nine o’clock. Tonight, the Master had said they would not be leaving the house until ten thirty. It would be after eleven when they arrived. At ten fifteen, Master called up the stairway. “Are you ready?” “Just one more minute,” she replied. She was sitting there absolutely ready to go, but this was her little way of maintaining a bit of control up to the point where she knew that she would be totally surrendering herself to Master. Five minutes later she came down the steps. She smiled in happiness when Master said, “Perfect!” They arrived at the club exactly at eleven, but Master did enter through the front door. Instead, he walked Gloria down the alley alongside the club and knocked on a door labelled “Deliveries.” Gloria was surprised when the owner of the club, himself, opened the door. “Is everything ready?” asked Master. “Everything goes live exactly at midnight. Do you think we can break the record?” “I have total confidence in peas.” Master responded. Gloria didn’t have quite so much confidence in herself, especially since she had no idea what was going to happen. “Come with me,” the owner said and lead them through a back hallway onto the stage. The curtains were closed, and only work lights lit the area. Two leather ankle restraints were attached widely apart to the stage floor by short chains. Two wrist restraints hung from chains above them. Cables supporting the chains disappeared into the darkness above the stage. “Leave your shoes and dress here,” instructed Master. He didn’t have to tell her where she was supposed to go once she was naked. She folded her dress carefully and laid it on a small desk. Then she placed her shoes and extra dress alongside it and walked out into the center of the stage. Peas-she was no longer Gloria, now that the scene was beginning, she was peas, positively perfect pain slut. Peas could feel herself beginning to get wet in anticipation of what was to come. She still wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but whatever it was, it was starting. She spread her legs so that the restraints could be wrapped around her ankles and lifted her arms above her head for the wrist restraints. After her ankles and wrists were firmly bound, she heard a clanking noise as someone cranked the cables up to pull her almost onto her tip toes. Master came out and stood directly in front of her. He was holding a strange looking double dildo with wires trailing down from it. It was slightly U shaped with a larger and smaller device at each end of the U. A tube of some sort also trailed down from the smaller end of the U. “First we need to get you prepped and ready,” he said as he reached down and slid his fingers through her slit. “Wet, good,” he said. “But I think we need a little lube in the back.” He squirted some gel onto his fingers and began rubbing it between her legs. He squirted more gel onto his hand and worked it up into her cunt and then moved back to slide one, and then two fingers into her ass. She moaned slightly. It felt good but her body was already starting to feel the hunger for more. Master said, “Relax,” and positioned the U between her legs, pushing it upward into both holes. With the stretching and lubrication, it slid easily in place. “The back will hold the front in place,” he said. “And this will hold the back in place.” He squeezed something in his hand and peas felt the anal dildo expand. He squeezed the pump two or three more times and said, “It has to be tight, but not so big that it causes pain.” He laughed. “I’m not worried so much about hurting you and causing you pain as I am about getting you too high too soon. It all has to be properly timed if we are going to set the record.” A group of stage hands came out and began carefully laying thin rope across the stage. The ropes seemed to be hanging from high above the stage and came down just behind the curtain. A heavy iron bar, like would normally hold scenery, kept them in place close to the top of the curtain. As the stage hands worked their way closer to her, peas could see that there was something attached to the rope at regular intervals. Whatever it was, there were hundreds of them, possibly thousands. Master held something up in front of her face. It was a wooden clothes pin. He clicked it open and closed a few times and then said, “The record for the most clothes pins stuck on a human face is one hundred and something. But there is no record for the most on the whole body. Tonight, we are going to set that record. And we are trying for a nice, large, round number... two thousand.” He pointed to the ropes lying on the ground. “There are 250 pins on each of these eight ropes. Four people at a time will work to attach them, starting from the top down. If everything goes as planned, it should take less than five minutes to attach everything.” He stroked her face and smiled. “Then we are going to set a second record. The longest time that a person had been able to stand two thousand clothes pins clipped to their body. Again we are establishing this record, so we thought we should go with a good number. I wanted to go for an hour, but a couple of the doctors who are members here said that could cause permanent damage. They wanted to limit it to ten minutes.” He smiled and put the clothes pin in his pocket. “We compromised at twenty.” He tweaked her nipple. Then he held up a remote and pressed a button. The dildo in her ass and in her cunt began to vibrate softly. The one in front also began to wiggle just a little bit. She moaned slightly. “You,” Master began, “will have control over how long the pins stay on your body. You will have a dead-man’s switch in your hand. As long as you hold on to that switch, the clothes pins stay on your body. And as soon you as release that switch, the clothes pins come off, and you may cum.” He held her face in his hand so that they were looking directly into each other’s eyes, “But, my little pea,” he continued, “if you do not make the full twenty minutes, I absolutely forbid you to cum.” Peas eyes opened wide. Forbidding her to cum was Master’s absolute worst punishment. On those few occasions when she had greatly displeased him, he had taken her to the heights of pleasure with pain and sexual stimulation, but then had forbidden her to cum. Before she had discovered that she was a pain slut, she had endured release without the heights of passion, but that was nothing compared to being taken to those heights and left quivering in that state of absolute need for release. He placed a metal object in her hand. “Remember,” he said, “twenty minutes from the time the last clothes pin goes on your body. There will be a large timer on stage right that you and the audience can see. If you let go of the switch before that timer reaches zero, you MUST NOT CUM. Peas eyes filled with tears. She wanted to beg, but wasn’t sure what to say. Those few times when he had refused to let her cum, she had cried and wept and screamed and begged until he had finally relented. Surely he wouldn’t do that to her in public. Surely he wouldn’t leave her screaming out her need naked on stage. Surely he wouldn’t do that! And yet, that is exactly what he threatened if she did not endure the clothes pins for twenty minutes. She knew what clothes pins felt like. After she discovered her pain slut nature, she had on several occasions clipped as many as she could find to her breasts and nipples and even between her legs and then taken herself high with one of her powerful vibrators. Master had even used clothes pins on her a couple of times when they played. But the most she could remember ever using was less than a hundred. The lights began to brighten on stage and she could hear the owner of the club in front of the curtain talking to the crowd. It must be almost time. Then she saw the curtains start to open and felt the vibration and movement of the dildos within her increase in intensity. Master was making sure she was ready for what was about to happen. Four naked women ran onto the stage. That surprised peas. She had been expecting Masters, not slaves, but then she realized that Masters would not have the time, or desire, to train for such an event. The slaves hands seem to fly as peas felt the dull pain of wood closing in on her face and arms and breasts and nipples. It felt almost as if she were being eaten alive by four small beasts that were crawling quickly downward across her body. Suddenly there was a flurry of movement and the four naked slaves ran off stage to be replaced immediately by four new women who continued the task of clipping the wooden pinchers on her body. The beasts that were devouring her reached her ankles and started back up on the inside of her legs. She whimpered slightly as she realized on what all four beasts were closing in. It happened so fast there was no time for separate screams. Several pins closed tightly on her labia, two or three more grabbed the soft folds at the edge of her cunt. The final clip bit down directly on her clitoris. For the first time in her life, she wanted to scream “Carrots,” but what good would it do? All of the pins were now in place. She, herself, held the switch that would cause them to be removed. But if she released that switch, she would not be allowed to cum tonight. So instead, she concentrated on the huge numbered display which had suddenly lit up at the edge of the stage. It had begun at 20:00 and was counting down the seconds toward her release. The pain was beginning to fade slightly now, especially since Master must have again stepped up the vibration and motion between her legs. She heard a clank and the tension in her arms increased. They must have tightened the chains which held her arms. She could feel the rivulets of sweat which were trickling down her body. It felt strange to feel the warm liquid wind its way down through the forest of pins which tightly gripped her flesh. 10:00 minutes on the timer. She could make this. She had endured too much to give up now. Besides, pleasure was starting to catch up with the pain. The lava was starting to heat up in her groin. Her body was starting to thrust and sway all on its own. The pain had never gotten ahead of her before with anything the Master had done. The pleasure had always increased with the pain and turned the pain into sexual stimulation. 06:00 minutes. Peas was groaning aloud now. Now her worry was not that she would not be able to endure the twenty minutes of pain, but rather that she would orgasm before the timer reached zero. 03:00 minutes. Peas was screaming a high pitched warbling scream. “Please,” she cried out, “Please Master, please let me cum!” The only response was the devices between her legs going to maximum in their vibration and movement. 01:00 minute. Peas was grunting, groaning and screaming all at the same time as she attempted to hold back the white-hot flow of lava that threatened to overwhelm her body. Then she could hear the audience chanting together, “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!” Going for the Record She dropped the switch from her hand and heard a whirring sound. Two heavy sandbags were descending rapidly from high above the stage. As they dropped, the thin ropes rose even more rapidly until they were pulled tight. Suddenly the clothes pins began to be ripped from her body. Again there was no time for individual screams as two thousand clips were pulled almost at the same time from her body. The last clip to be pulled free was the one on her clit. The true pain of clothes pins is not when they are applied, it is when they are removed. Very few people would have been able to withstand the pulse of pain which releasing two thousand clothes pins all at once sent through her body. But peas was a positively perfect pain slut who had been taken to near the peak of sexual excitement before that pulse of pain. The volcano did not erupt, it exploded. Peas shook and quaked. By her own strength, pulling her arms toward her body, she raised herself off the floor of the stage so that her feet were in danger of pulling free from the ankle restraints. She screamed and writhed and twisted, hanging sweaty and naked in her chains. And then the white-hot flow of lava overwhelmed her. The white cloud filled her brain and she dropped to hang totally limp from her wrists. Master was standing by her bed when she regained consciousness. “Gloria,” he said. He would occasionally address her as Gloria after a scene to help her come back out. “Gloria, we set four records tonight.” He sat down on a chair next to the bed. “We were only trying for three... the most clips, the longest on, and the fastest off. I didn’t tell you in advance about that third one because everyone was worried that you wouldn’t be able to endure it. I had faith in my peas, though, and knew that if you were properly prepared you would have no trouble at all.” “What was the fourth record,” she asked weakly. “We were streaming live tonight,” he explained. “And in the opinion of thousands of people who made comments, tonight was the greatest orgasm ever recorded. It may very well have been. And I think that is one record that will be very hard to break.” “We can always try,” she answered with a smile. “You never know what is going to happen when you go for the record.” = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = Going for the Triple In the past one of the more delightful times I had as a younger, perhaps slightly more active man than now, was to end up bedding three members of the same family and then a family friend as well. If you want to read about it it's called 'Keeping it in the Family'. Even though it sounds like incest, in fact as I wasn't related to them it wasn't. The best thing about it all was that they all knew about the others - so it was the choice of all worlds, no jealousy, no bitching, nothing. I think the worst remark I heard in all the time I was with them was - "Hey, it's my turn! He's mine tonight, you can have him tomorrow." Often I wasn't asked what I thought, but hell! I was young and fit - it would have been rude not to take up what was being offered. I'm a lot older now, and never expected anything like that to ever happen again. But in rather curious circumstances, I ended up bedding three generations of a family that lived not too far away. Not something I'd normally ever consider doing with folks on my own doorstep. Actually it was a scenario that if you tried to set it up you couldn't - I just wish I'd bet money on it ever happening. As it turned out I'd have made a killing. --- 000 --- What's the old saw? Be careful of what you wish for? Well in essence I had known this family since we moved to this location - the quick way into town was past our house and they all used to stop and chat on the way. Daughter was still at college in those days and mother was in her second marriage. In the short number of intervening years that too had gone sour and finished. To help make ends meet Grandma had moved in. Three generations under one roof. All three women were attractive in their own way - youngest a friendly stunner, mother a very attractive soccer mum type and Grandma a still strikingly beautiful mature lady. The younger two had been lucky to inherit their mother's beauty and brains. In build all came from the same mould - quite tall, five eight, five nine, slim and with nice, well proportioned figures. I'd heard both mother and daughter get whistled at by van drivers. Watching young Kathie grow and blossom into the nubile 20 year old she now was, was a great pastime as she always stopped and passed the time of day with us if either my other half or I were in the garden. More than once after Kathie had walked on into town Pam had laughed and remarked to me, "Don't lie - I know you'd like to get into her pants!" Pam and I had been together for too long for me to do anything other than agree. Though we're both pretty liberal in our outlook, as they only lived a few doors down neither of us thought any more of the joking, though inwardly I knew that if I ever got the chance wild horses wouldn't stop me. --- 000 --- Pam had to go up country on a long planned excursion to see some friends and stay with them for a couple of weeks. It was something she did from time to time, neither of us gave it much thought. I came in a little earlier than normal one afternoon just before the latest trip to find Anita, Kathie's mother, having tea with Pam. They'd become friends over the years and as Pam's mobility was no longer what it might be following a failed operation Pam's friends often dropped in - so again no big deal. A mug of tea was duly produced and I sat down and joined them. "I'm glad you got back a bit earlier Sven," Pam said, "Nita's got a small difficulty and has asked for some help. I've said yes we will, but she insists that I run it past you first." Nita blushed a little and looked uncomfortable. Pam carried on, "While I'm away they're having some new windows put in in Mary's room." Mary was Nita's mother. "The fitters have said that they would like Mary to move out for a couple or three days as some remedial work has to be completed first. So Mary won't be able to use her room. Most of her things will need to be moved out as well. Nita was just telling me that Mary was going to sleep on their sofa for a week. I said that we wouldn't hear of it - so Kath and Nita are going to bring some of Mary's things round here and she can use Ben's old room - it's not as if he will mind and I've told both Nita and Mary that you'll be glad of the company." All I could think of was that it seemed a useful idea and I said so. Nita said, "Thanks, Sven - it's really very kind of you both - Pam's been most insistent, but I said that you had to agree as well. Mary's happy at the thought - she's not as young as she used to be and I don't think that she was really looking forward to that old settee..." Then as an after thought, "Oh, and Mary said to tell you she'll be very happy to cook for you and won't take no for an answer." Inwardly I thought "Oh bugger! that's any thought of playing while the cat's away straight out the metaphorical window!" But as you do, I smiled sweetly and said "No probs at all - and Mary's cooking will be a great change from Pam's usual." Which earned me a laugh and a warning dig in the ribs from my best beloved. --- 000 --- The day before Pam was due to leave Nita and Mary appeared looking a little flustered - I had opened the door to find them there, both obviously concerned. They started talking together - so I held up my hands, stopped them, and said, "Not on the doorstep, come on - in you come, kettle's just boiled - any problems will wait until we have a cup of tea in our hands." So in they came - Mary rather fidgety I thought, while Nita just looked worried. Tea poured we sat at the kitchen table. "So what's the problem?" I asked. "Oh Sven," Nita started, "The builders have discovered that there's rather more work than they thought and rather than being a day or two it's going to be more like a week or two." My response? "... and the problem is?" Then continuing, "I don't recall either Pam or I putting any time constraints on things. If you need some help you need some help. Full stop. Won't make any difference to Pam or I - she's away and as long as Mary can stand my snoring through two doors or the wall then there isn't a problem." I shrugged my shoulders and asked, "Now Mary - if you're coming over tonight - what's on the menu - you know Pam's a vegetarian...." The relief on their faces was a picture as they argued about what Mary was going to cook. In the end it was settled as Pam arrived back in from the shops, helped herself to a mug of tea, and said, "Fish and chips," which she does eat, "for supper." So that was sorted then. Later that night, with Mary safely settled into the spare bedroom, Pam said to me, "I think you're going to have fun while I'm away - Mary may be a little older, but she's got a hell of a twinkle in her eye." She was holding my balls as she spoke and had just removed the end of my penis from her mouth - she always says it's rude to talk with your mouth full. I must admit I had noticed the same thing - I might have known it wouldn't get past Pam's watchful eyes - and everything twitched mightily at the thought. Pam just giggled, "God, you're incorrigible - she'll be in bed with you before the taxi's turned the corner!" Then she returned to running her tongue and lips round his straining tip, before climbing onto me, holding him as she slipped onto and then engulfed me in one easy practised move. I nipped the proffered nipple lightly and was rewarded with attempted strangulation by the muscles surrounding me. Tonight I couldn't wait for niceties so I rolled Pam onto her back, put my arms behind her knees and fucked her fast and hard - attempting to drive her through the mattress. Neither of us lasted long in what was a wet and noisy experience - never giving a thought to Mary just the other side of the wall. --- 000 --- First thing in the morning Mary and I waved Pam off in the taxi - God knows what any neighbours who saw us thought. Pam and I certainly didn't care too much and Mary didn't seem to be over bothered either. Mary had the use of the Family bathroom and I had our en-suite so I wandered off to finish washing and dressing - though I've mainly retired now, I do keep some parts of my business going, more of a favour to old customers who've become friends. We don't really need the money it brings in, but both Pam and I have agreed it keeps me from under her feet and my mind working. My Hobby is classic cars so in a way the money keeps that side of my spare time going as well. I called out to Mary to say that I was going out for a business appointment, then needed to check over the boat, so it would be later in the afternoon before I was going to be back in. She came into the kitchen with a housecoat on and I gave her a door key and told her to come and go as she wished. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, which made her blush I noted, picked up my brief case and a bag with a change of clothes for the boat and went off for the rest of the day. --- 000 --- Somewhat later than I intended I arrived back home. After a lousy drive through heavy traffic and an irritating afternoon trying to fix the boat's engine I wasn't in the best of humour so I just dumped my brief case and bag in the hall wandered into the bedroom threw my clothes in a heap as I took them off and without looking back marched into the shower. Hot water! Great for aches and pains achieved by wrestling with boat engines. Then I nearly had a heart attack as a hand on my shoulder and a voice in my ear said, "looks like you need a hand with a bit of a rubdown on that back!" I lurched round trying not to fall over and there - quite naked - stood Mary with the soap in her hand. At this point several things happened - don't ask in what order - but basically my prick went instantly hard, I slipped and sat down, heavily, and Mary fell over the threshold and landed on top of me. Demure, Quiet, Mature Mary. With the gorgeous breasts, The merest hint of a tiny belly and thinning grey pubic hair. She landed sitting on my thigh, me holding her with both hands round her ass and slowly she slid down my leg to make contact with me. I leant forward and kissed her on the mouth - firmly. Then leant back to take in her lovely shape, so well hidden by her normal clothes when she was dressed. She - the soap long since left to its own devices - had both hands on my shoulders. That changed when she glanced down and said, "I'm not wasting that!" and holding my aching dick eased herself onto the end of it. The feeling as she slowly slid down my length to bottom out was lovely. Her eyes gently closed as she savoured the moment, "Dear Lord that's beautiful,' her voice jagged as she breathed deeply. Then her orgasm started - I felt the ripples in her muscles as it overcame her totally, her eyes opened, startled at the depth and intensity as it overwhelmed her, her eyes rolling up as she fainted - impaled on me. Then her orgasm took me with her and I pumped deeply inside her, holding her to me, unable to move. A few seconds later and her eyelids fluttered and she began to recover. As it seemed like a good idea I kissed her. Her muscles flexed again, though this time as I had shrunk all that happened was I slipped out. Mary still managed a groan of pleasure even at that point. Slowly as things became a little more normal I helped Mary back to her feet and in turn got back up myself. Without saying anything she washed me off and then shooed me out of the shower while she washed herself. I dried myself as I watched and was ready to dry Mary when she turned the water off and got out. She now began to look embarrassed again and started to talk... "Sv... I laid a finger on her lips then having finished drying her led her to our bed. I climbed in and she followed behind me. I turned her gently away from me and spooned in behind her, holding her in my arms. She sighed and wriggled her bottom against me and her breathing relaxed as we lay together in the gathering dusk of the silent house. Inevitably her warmth set him off and she wriggled him between her legs as she felt him grow. Now I could feel her warmth against me as he nestled back in her cleft. Reaching between us she steered him into place and once again he slid, comfortably and deeply, into her waiting pussy. With me still inside Mary moved a little away from me to make more of an angle with me and then draped her legs over mine so that I, still inside her, made a right angle and while on my side we could move gently against each other. "Oh God this is good," she whispered, "I never thought at my age I would feel such a lovely cock inside me again." From such a demure, grey-haired old lady these were words I never would have thought to have heard. But then it was her turn to surprise me again. She turned on the bedside light so she could see me sliding in and out of her and I could watch her as well. Then she slid away from me, rolled over and knelt facing away from me. "Sven - now. Like this, take me hard, doggy fashion." It would have been rude to refuse so I knelt behind her, running my fingers up the inside of her thighs and caressed her wet and ready honey pot, then I eased his tip into her and gently pulled her all the way onto him using her hips. Then we started the dance again, wonderful sloshing noises coming from what rapidly became an out of control rut. Mary's tightness meant that neither of us was ever going to last long even though this was now the second time in less than half an hour we were having sex. This time I came first stretching hard into her in three long spasms of cumming. As we subsided onto the bed Mary managed to tuck a towel underneath us. "Clever girl,' I thought as still together we fell asleep. --- 000 --- I woke alone to the Saturday morning sunshine coming through a crack in the curtains, on my own in that half world between sleep and waking I remembered the events of the previous night almost with disbelief. As the waking state took over I remembered more and more and then felt the towel still in the bed beside me. Its less than fragrant aroma confirmed the events. I decided to play quiet and nonchalant and wait and see how Mary was before I said anything. I certainly didn't want to upset her or anyone else. After all Pam and I may have a relaxed attitude towards other partners but this was not something that we particularly mentioned to to others unless it was warranted. Making myself decent in a pair of shorts I freshened myself up and ambled into the kitchen. Mary was sat in a housecoat at the table with a cup of coffee and looking out of the window at the river as I walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders. "Sven. About last night...?" "Yes" "I don't want you to think...." Mary started and then stopped. I sat in the chair beside her and turned her to face me, her knees between mine. I leaned forward and kissed her gently. "And what is it that you don't want me to think?" She didn't answer for a moment. Then, "Sven, I'm sorry I took advantage of you, but when I saw you naked through your bedroom door walking into your bathroom I couldn't help myself." "Mary, I didn't exactly stop you did I?" I stood up and pulled her to her feet where I could hold her properly to me and kissed her again. "Mary, Pam knew this was likely to happen and told me to enjoy it if the chance arose. I must admit that I expected to enjoy the chase and the process of seduction, but seeing as you rather took over - I enjoyed that as well. So don't - please - feel guilty. No-one is hurt or going to be and you and I had some great sex, if you enjoyed it half as much as I did that is." Mary's answer was to hold my head in both hands and give me a full-blooded tongue lashing kiss. I laughed and said, "I'll take that as a yes then!" In response she cupped the now tented front of my shorts, wrapping her hand round a rapidly hardening erection, then with the other hand pulled the front out of the way and handled him directly, sliding the skin around him before dropping to her knees in front of me. She licked the dewdrop off the end and looked up at me. "I'm too sore to take you inside me again this morning, but I do love dealing with 'Morning Glories' and I think this one needs dealing with..." Mary then proceeded to give me a cracking blow-job, not the best I've ever had but by no means the worst. She surely knew what she as doing and as I came she had just the rim inside her mouth so that both she and I got the full effect. "God I love your taste," was all she said as she cleaned me off after swallowing every last drop. Then back to her feet - "God what a great start to the weekend - Coffee?" --- 000 --- Later on I left to go and do some business in the local shopping area and left Mary behind. In any case she wanted to go back to her own home as she needed both to pick up something and let Nita know all was just fine. I chuckled inwardly at that last comment. I would certainly be telling Pam on my mobile and I expected to hear from her that either Derek, her friend's husband, or Tony their son had made sure Pam was neither lonely nor neglected. Indeed that turned out to be the case - Tony and she had slept together, though I gather sleep was probably the only thing they hadn't done. Pam was amused that Mary had 'fallen for me,' but glad that things were going to be all right between us. I got back a couple of hours later to find Mary had returned and was reading a book. She looked up as I came in. "Sven, Nita has asked if you could spare her a moment sometime today. The builders have left her with a problem she'd like some advice on." "OK - perhaps I'll slip along now before I settle to something else." Mary smiled. "Fine I'll give her a ring and tell her you're on your way." Now one thing about our houses is that the development we live on is on a hill, so I can walk out our back plot, through a gate, onto a small back service road, up to Nita's and then go through her plot to her back door. All quite discreetly, with very few or possibly even none of our neighbours knowing we're visiting. I'd never used it before but did so on this occasion. Nita was waiting for me. Outside. By their pool. Wearing just a bikini, some sun lotion, coconut based by the smell - oh and a smile. "Sven, so good of you to come round so quickly. Forgive me, I hadn't expected you so soon and I'd just decided to top up my sun tan and didn't have time to change back. Come inside and I'll show you the problem." I still hadn't smelt the rat so just followed - admiring a very tight, rather nice little ass as I did - so what happened next rather took me by surprise. Nita got inside and as I followed she shut the door, put her hands round my neck and kissed me. "Did mother tell you about the problem?" "No she didn't go into any detail," I responded. So her next move took me completely by surprise. She pulled the strings on both the top and bottom halves of the miniscule bikini, did a naked twirl in front of me and then said, "I have had three gorgeous men builders working in the house - I daren't let them near me in this small town - but I have to say my problem really now is you. Mum and I talk and I know what the pair of you have been up to, so in my state ...." Nita. Naked in front of me. Begging for sex. It would have been rude not to help her out. In any case she already had my shirt off over my head and was now undoing my trousers. Hell! There's only so much resistance a man can put up. In the end I helped her and also ended up naked. She giggled - and putting a hand up to her mouth, said, "I see you come with the new handy handle!" Grabbing me by the dick she led me down the hall to her bedroom. Her hands went round my neck again, we're near enough the same height, but this time the kiss was slow and lingering, her tongue running sensuously along my lips. My hands on her bottom, pulling her into me, my hardness caught between us - both of us wet, dripping and ready for the main event. Going for the Triple She stepped back a little and gently dragged her finger nails down my chest as she knelt in front of me. She blew on the tip, then licked him before taking the bell-end in her lips and swirling her tongue round him. My knees threatened to buckle under me. "Nita," I gasped, "you're either going to get a mouthful or a shower!" "Mmmm," was her reply - "judging by the taste I'll enjoy either - then you'll last a lot longer when I fuck you." She wet a forefinger as she spoke then went back to work - again I could feel the pressure building as she concentrated on just the tip and corona ring. When she felt the rush start she held me just clear of her open mouth and let me spray it into and onto her tongue, four huge gouts, then smaller as my knees tried to give way. She stood up and kissed me. A wet, gooey, dribbly, sexy kiss as she snowballed me with my own cum. Stickiness trying to cement us together as she backed me up against her bed. I fell back onto it. and, still kissing me, she followed me, now kneeling either side of my hips. The kissing stopped as she reached down, grabbed my still hard dick and slipped it into the start of her wet, clasping pussy. Then looking at me she let herself slide down me. Gasping at the sensation as she did so. Then she moved on me and used me as a sex toy, wriggling and twisting to maximise the sensations until she had her first cum, then further lubricated by that event just carried on. Her next came soon and incredibly I had one too. I think we would have carried on again had it not been for the shocked "MUM!" from the hallway as Kathie, unexpectedly home, walked in on us. All Nita could say, mid orgasm, was "Oh Shit!" as she slid off, sperm, lubrication and general wetness dripping everywhere as she vanished out the door to try and find Kathie. I found the bathroom and washed and cleaned up. Then wandered back down the hall to the kitchen to find my clothes. Dressed and decent again in very short order and listening to the raised voices coming from what I took to be Kathie's room I decided discretion was probably a good idea and so I vanished out the back door and returned home. --- 000 --- Getting back to what I hoped was the relative sanctuary and sanity of my own house I sat down at the kitchen table to gather my thoughts and wonder what the hell would happen next and more importantly what I needed to do in the way of damage limitation. From the sounds that had been coming from Kathie's room she wasn't too happy to walk in on her mother and an older neighbour having very energetic and rather loud sex. The door opened and Mary stuck her head into the kitchen. "You're back early; Oh, oh! - what happened?" Briefly I told Mary the situation. "Oh bugger!" Was her most unladylike comment and she shot out the back door. I wondered what the hell could happen or go wrong next - everything seemed to be trundling downhill on a handcart - all that could happen now was the wheels could come off. At that point Kathie stalked in through the back door and I thought "Sod it - the wheels just came off as well!" She stood there, obviously fuming, then burst into tears. That really was all I needed - like a lot of men crying females are not my forte. I pushed a box of tissues towards her and moved a chair out for her to sit on. It was ignored as she came and sat on my knee, still sobbing. "It's not fair - Mum and I both knew you and Gran were sleeping together and it was supposed to be my turn next. I was miles away wondering as to how I was going to seduce you, then I walked in and you and Mum were fucking for England. It caught me completely by surprise..." Well I might not have put it quite like that, but I'll admit that we had both worked up a fair amount of passion before it was all deflated. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly an erection can collapse and vanish if the circumstances go pear-shaped. "So what now?" I asked, rather stupidly in retrospect. I mean - I had 120 lbs of very nubile young woman sitting on my lap, I was also becoming very aware of several quite important things. Judging by the slightly squidgy right breast that Kathie was pressing against my left arm, Kathie was not wearing a bra under her rather fetching mohair sweater. Not only that, as my conscious mind was registering that, my unconscious self had redirected rather more blood than was good for the situation somewhere else. Kathie moved slightly and I saw her eyes register my stiffening erection. I braced myself for the next explosion of female ire. It didn't come. Instead Kathie repositioned herself so she now had a leg either side of my own and she was sitting facing me. My hands were now on her hips - lesser of all evils it seemed - this movement had at least given my now diamond hard dick a little respite. It had, however, put a very prominent pair of breasts into an excellent position where it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore them. Actually I would have been very sick if I had managed to ignore them, probably dying I decided. In fact my little brain kicked in and took over at this point. I slid my hand up on to the bare skin under the sweater and waited for the reaction. Kathie purred, or at least would have done if she could have. I carried on and discovered a delightful thing about mohair - on otherwise uncovered nipples it has a profoundly arousing effect - hers were rigid and really rather prominent. Irresistibly so in fact. I slid the front of her sweater up and gently suckled first one then the other. Kathie groaned in pleasure. Then opened her eyes. "Let's go somewhere where we won't be disturbed." Given the events of the last half an hour this seemed like a great idea - our bedroom beckoned and for the first time in a very long time the inner lock was brought back into use - this time I didn't want to be disturbed. Kathie came up behind me as I was sorting out the door. She pulled my T-shirt over my head and I felt her naked breasts pressed into my back. God she was beautiful! Then her hands moved down as, still behind me, she undid my belt and zip and her hands found him. "Oh yessss!" was her reaction, "This I have to see, no wonder mum couldn't wait." Hell that was good for my ego. I turned round to start finishing undressing Kathie - I was too slow, she was just kicking her jeans off - she really was naked, she shaved as well. Now my turn to kneel and kiss that beautiful pussy. She put one foot on my shoulder to give me better access to her coral-pink dripping wet core. I nipped her clit gently between my lips and hit the jackpot. Now I'd had time to note that Gran and mother were vocal and wriggled a lot when their orgasms hit, but young Kathie was the most vociferous of the lot. She literally came off the floor as her thighs clamped round my face and head. So I was kneeling and supporting her at the same time. Thank the lord she was slender. Oh I also found out she was also a "squirter' - my face was soaked in her sweet-tasting cum. I moved us to the end of the bed and lay her down which moved him in contact with her pussy lips - her reaction? Both legs hooked behind my back and her middle flexed to push onto me so I slid all the way in in one neat move - then she fucked me from underneath. Savage, raw, hard fucking. Her second come came about ten seconds later and as she spasmed and wriggled and wailed round my cock I came too. Wet and sticky and slippery and hot and crude and rough - just like good sex should be. Forget ten! This was at least a fifteen. I sank down on top of her and then to allow her breathe slid off and lay on my back alongside her, both of us breathing hard. "Damn! I'm leaking... Clean me?" "Sit on me then." Holding her leaky pussy lips together she sat up and them moved on top of me so I was looking straight up at her now fiery red lips. She took her hand away and I watched the first drip form and caught it with my tongue. Guys if you've never had that pleasure you don't know what you're missing. The taste is not you or her, it's the mixture and boy is it good. I watched her muscles contract and more juice appeared and slid down to my waiting lips. Now it was my turn to pull her down to me and fasten my mouth round her and use my tongue to speed the delivery. I think she went into another orgasm at that point because again a huge muscle contraction happened and delivered yet another juicy portion to me. Then she could take no more and rolled off me. We dozed off, wrapped round each other in the afterglow of possibly the most satisfying and certainly the most energetic sex I had had in quite some time. Given that Pam and I enjoy frequent and usually very lively sex that was saying a hell of a lot. --- 000 --- We reappeared about two hours later having showered and freshened up in the en-suite. At least the worst of the smell of sex was gone. Neither Kathie or I were in the least surprised to find both Nita and Mary sat having a cup of tea and waiting for us. Mary spoke first. "Just so as everyone knows," she said, "Pam expected this to happen, and had spoken to me and told me that she wouldn't, in fact didn't, mind at all if it did. She was expecting to be taken care of by her friends and didn't want Sven to miss out." Nita then picked up the dialogue, "Right, she said much the same to me." Then turning to me, "Sven we'll drop the pretence of Mum needing to sleep here and just take turns to spend the night with you. I'll spend the night tonight, if you can cope that is, then Kathie, then Mum." I think my smile probably let them know I approved and to think I had wondered how I might contrive this very situation. Sometimes real life is kind and there really is a god. Now where the hell did I put that vitamin supplement.... (c) Sven the Elder September "06