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In The Car

By: fantasylover 43



I meet you at work, and we take your car to grab a bite to eat. However, I’ve already noticed the bulge in your slacks, and my mind has turned from food, to dining of another kind. I move over beside you on the seat as you drive, pressing lightly against your side, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, just under your ear. My hand moves down to caress your inner thigh, squeezing gently as I slide my hand along it.

“Baby, I’m not very hungry…for food..could we take a drive instead?” I ask. You readily agree, knowing by my tone and actions I have something better in mind. You move us from the main thoroughfare to a side road, where few cars challenge our ownership of the road. As you drive, my hand has become emboldened, caressing your balls and growing cock through your slacks. My palm cups you, fingers flexing, and my  fingers trace your outline through the fabric, then moves to unsnap your slacks, and slides the zipper lower. I move my hand into the open fly of your slacks, seeking your warmth and hardness, wrapping my fingers around you, and beginning to stroke.

After stroking you this way a little while, I move to pull the band of your shorts lower, and your now hard cock springs free. I tug once more, bringing the band of your shorts below your balls, exposing all of your maleness to my sight and touch. I love the way your breathing has sped, and those little soft cries of pleasure that escape from your lips as I run my palm and fingers over your balls and cock.

Moving around on the seat, almost laying down upon it, I position myself so that my head is free to move downward between your body and the steering wheel, and slowly slide my tongue over your cock head. You groan in pleasure, the car swerves a tiny bit, but you quickly right its movements. I run my tongue over the head, gently probing the eye, tracing the rim, and flicking against that sensitive spot just below it on the underside. Lips slightly pursed, I then use suction to draw your cock head into my mouth, where I roll it on my tongue, sucking gently at first, but steadily increasing suction and power. Working your shaft and head with my tongue, I gradually draw you deeper…and deeper…and deeper…until your cock head is enveloped in the soft tissue in the back of my throat, and proceed to suck deeply, flexing those muscles around you so that your pleasure is increased. My head begins to rock fractionally, increasing the slide and friction of my mouth and tongue around you, and you begin to search almost frantically for a secluded spot to pull over and stop, so that you can concentrate on the sensations my mouth on you are evoking. I continue this slow deep suction until I know you have found a place to park, and when the car slows to a stop, I begin to suck you in earnest. Moving more firmly now, increasing the suction and movement of my head, I stimulate even greater sensation in your already pulsing cock. My hand massages your balls as I devour you, and I love the contractions and spasms I feel running through them under my palm. Your hands move to the back of my head, and your hips begin to rock into my movements, attempting to push yourself even deeper. Your cock feels wonderful, tastes wonderful in my mouth and throat. I love your groans and gasps, and your broken phrases encouraging me to suck you, take you deeper, take it all, and make you cum.

Your cock begins to jerk and throb, your balls tighten under my palm, and with a loud groan, you push forward, hips raised, as you climax, flooding my throat and tongue with your cum. I suck greedily as you shoot into me, draining your balls of every drop, and as the explosion ceases, ease my suction to suckle your now drained and very sensitive cock head. As your body relaxes, collapsing back against the car seat, I lift my head, sitting beside you, lips still wet and swollen from our pleasure, and press a deep warm kiss to your lips, tongues sliding against each other, sharing our pleasure.

Breaking free from our kiss , I smile and murmur, “ Mmmm….I really, really enjoy having lunch with you, baby…I really do.”………………….

In the Car



I tucked my arm around her and gently moved my hand up from her waist to under her arm before drawing back to plant it firmly on her chest. Her cute little tit fitted nicely I my hand and I squeezed in on it as her face moved towards mine.

Her mouth opened to greet mine and tentatively we kissed, our lips getting used to the feel of each other before our tongues connected and began to explore. I put my hand on the back of her head and held her face to mine as we kissed.

The situation was hot. We were parked in a fairly remote part of the countryside and you could tell we both turned on by the rendezvous. I know I had a tell tale sign trying to force its way out of my pants as we embraced. 

Despite the eagerness o f my dick, we held our kissing for a few minutes until our hands began a mutual wander around our bodies. I let mine hold and caress her hair and to hold her smooth neck before moving back down her body to stroke and grope her legs and arse. Hers drifted more keenly to my inner thigh and she gasped sweetly into my mouth as her hand found my hardness. The next minute or so was a blur of fumbles as I lifted my bum up to slide my trousers and boxers down. My hard six inches stood proud and I loved seeing her hand wrap its shaft, her warm hand feeling so good. She began to stroke it up and down giving me nice moans of approval as she watched it sliding in and out of her fingers. I was getting lost in the moment as her head got nearer and nearer my hard tip with each rub. Her wet lips touched my tip and now it was my turn to groan. Her mouth kissed down, enveloping my helmet and she slowly bobbed her head, taking more of me into her mouth with each second that passed.

My head was back and my eyes shut, taking in this pleasurable onslaught. When I opened them I noticed that she had moved in her seat and I know had access to her inner thighs and crotch. I wasted no time in putting my hand there and felt her wet clamminess through the material of her trousers as I put my hand flat on her pussy mound. I told her how hot and wet she felt as I rubbed the line of her pussy with my finger tips, groping at her crotch and thighs, hungry to feel more of her, but not able to interrupt the pleasure she was doling out on my cock.

"God that feels good!" I told her again and left her pussy alone to put my hands on her head. She didn't need any help, this was a great blow job, but I wanted to feel in control of it for a minute so I pushed my hips up at the same time, gently fucking her face. I soon let go and she came up for air, letting her hand continue its massage. I was playing with her crotch again and she leant back to enjoy the sensations, her head lolling backwards then rolling forward again to meet mine for another deep kiss. Her cute little tongue pushed forcefully into my mouth this time and I imagined my cock being the last thing to touch it and kissed back just as firmly. Her pace was quickening on my shaft and I knew that I was so turned on that I wouldn't last much longer. I remember telling her something to that effect and that she had better get her mouth back down there. We hadn't spoken about it, but somehow I knew that I would be coming in her mouth and I knew that she would want it that way too. I felt my body tensing and legs went rigid as the pace on my shaft got faster and faster. She held her open mouth around my throbbing tip, teasing me almost daring me to shoot my come. And so I did.

Her beautiful mouth closed immediately on my cock as I shot my first wad of spunk into her and she pumped her head up and down making sure that no drop escaped. She made sweet and sexy noises as I came in her mouth and I imagined my hot thick juice hitting her throat and swilling in her mouth before she swallowed it down.

We didn't say a word to each other as she rubbed my slowly sagging member in her hand. Her pretty face was reddened, I knew with excitement and I could sense even more how turned on she was as I pulled her face once more towards mine. I didn't hold back and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue as far into where my come had just been, licking inside around her mouth and tasting the traces of my spunk on her tongue and gums.

She moved more onto her back and reclined across me. I knew she wanted some attention and I wished there was more room in the car, I would have loved to have gotten between her legs and licked her sopping snatch. I settled for her undoing her trousers and letting my hand get into her knickers. There wasn't much room for manoeuvre, but my fingers had no trouble locating her wet slit. Her body reacted with each and every movement and touch. I played with clit, circling it and teasing it with my juice soaked finger tip. Her constant moans and heavy breathing encouraged me and I would change the pace from slow to rapid according to how stiff her body went under my touch. She was so wet, her juices must have been running throughout my glorious blow job. I let my fingers slide up and down her wet mound and then eased my index finger in. Her whole body spasmed and she grabbed me tight in her arms. I slid that finger in and out with an uncontrolled mixture of slow and fast, her breathing ragged, pushing her chest into me as quickly as her gasps would take it away. I guess the sensations inside her became too much as she wriggled free of me. I focused my efforts back on the surface of her skin and her clit, rubbing gently, but firm. I rubbed her quickly, using her own juices as lube for my frantic action. I drew her in close to me and held her tight, squeezing her into a kiss as at last she came in my grasp. It was a quieter affair than my own orgasm, but no less erotic, her whole body moved as she panted heavily, catching her breath as she lay in my arms our tongues, once more, engaged to seal the heat of our passion.

We held our embrace for a short while before moving apart, straightening our clothes and making our respective ways home.



In The Car



As her phone beeped she jumped, then smiled as she read the text message. Cheeky devil she thought. But she prepared herself as he had asked. Then she took her coat and quietly put it on, she turned off the lights unlocked the door and stepped into the cold night air. Glancing up at the windows just to be sure no one was watching. Locking the door behind her she walked out of the garden and down the street. Arriving at the end of the street next to the tree. She waited. 

As his car pulled up she climbed in quickly, worried in case anyone saw, even though it was midnight. She felt like Cinderella in reverse, where Cinderella had to be home before midnight she could only come out after midnight. They chatted as he drove.

He drove the car until he saw a suitable spot and pulled over into the lay by Then he pushed back his seat. He pulled her close. They sat cuddling as close as the gear stick would allow.

She gently ran her fingers over his chest then feeling bold she moved her hand inside his shirt and began running her fingers around teasingly. Flicking his nipples, tweaking and pinching them. The smile on his face told her she was doing something right. She pushed up his t-shirt, slowly she began to lick his body, kissing and licking.

'Mmmmm, yes babe' he murmured as she carried on now licking round his nipples wetting them then blowing across them, making him shiver. She then took his nipple in her mouth and gently bit it, and then she kissed it once more.

He took her hand and placed it in his crotch. She smiled up at him as her fingers explored the outline of his bulging cock through his pants. He looked into the beautiful brown eyes that he couldn't resist and kissed her long and hard. Taking the waistband of his pants he pulled them down allowing his cock to jump free. He then pushed her head towards his throbbing cock. She smiled. She loved giving him pleasure. She adored sucking cock.

She bent her head and began licking up and down his stiff shaft, licking down each side and then back up. She rubbed her thumb over and around his cock head then moving her hand to cup his balls she licked the head, flicking backwards and forwards. She heard him exhale, and knew the effect this was having on him.

She felt his hand pulling her skirt up. He exclaimed in delight on discovering that she wasn't wearing panties and his fingers rubbing her arse then searching for her cunt, moving his fingers just that little bit to encounter her clit. Once having located her love nub he rubbed and squeezed it making her wriggle and squirm. He could feel her juices running onto his hand. He grinned. The effect he knew he was having on her made his cock even harder.

Taking the back of her head he thrust forward telling her 'take it all bitch..Suck me bitch..Oh yes baby' he thrust making her gag. Her eyes grew wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. Just when she thought she was really going to choke, he removed his hand allowing her to remove his cock and take a deep breath.

Looking into his face she saw just how turned on he was by what had just happened. Looking back in to her face, he realised that she had never experienced that before. He took hold of her face and gave her a reassuring kiss on the lips. She whispered 'fuck me'

So with some adjustments of seating and clothing he found himself about to thrust his cock up her cunt. Looking into her brown eyes he thrust deep inside her and was satisfied to hear a moan escape from her lips. She adjusted her position, placing one foot on the armrest and the other on the steering wheel allowing him a deeper entry. He moved slowly in and out, making her moan, then he thrust hard and fast making her thrust her hips to meet his. They were lost in each other as a truck thundered past lighting up the interior of the car.

They looked at each other and grinned, thinking what it would be like to be discovered. This turned them both on even more, he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked while fucking her hard then he whispered 'Oh god.... I'm cumin...yes...oh fuck.' and with that he shuddered to climax shooting it deep inside her. She pushed her hips outwards as she heard him coming, taking his cock as far up her cunt as possible. As he came, she moved slightly and then began to shake as her own orgasm hit her. Her legs were shaking and her cunt gripping pulsating snatching as if it was trying to pull the man's cock off.

As they lay intertwined together, they knew this was the start of something good. When they had sufficiently recovered they moved and readjusted clothing and seating. Looking at each other they grinned like two teenagers.

As he started the car and began to drive, he took her hand and placed it on his stiffening cock, he then took hold of her head and pushed it towards his crotch, knowing what he wanted she proceded to suck his cock while he drove along the nearly deserted road.

When he could stand it no longer he stopped the car walked round to the passenger side, pushing her down so she had her head on the drivers seat. He pushed up her skirt revealing her ample bottom to the night air, he lifted her leg just enough then he thrust his hard cock up her cunt and fucked her hard and fast.

When a car approached mid fuck he lay across the top of her, waiting until it had passed then carried on fucking her. When he came for the second time that night they both collapsed giggling. It had sure been fun.

He checked the time and was surprised to see it was 3.00am. They smiled at each other. Time sure flew when you were having fun. They both knew that though this was the first time it wouldn't be the last. 



In the Car



Erika liked to sit on my lap. I should have known it would lead somewhere.

We had both turned eighteen that year, met just before graduation, and agreed to see each other just before we each left for camp. I was off to music camp, as I was strongly into my violin; she played violin in the school orchestra too, but had other interests. She was a good soccer player and going to soccer camp, I was sort of a violin nerd (rarely went out), and we both certainly had never done anything. 

Agreeing to see each other that summer was really unusual but opportune. I know now that she wanted to lose her virginity before college. 

She was rather unabashed and outgoing and I was very shy. I was also tall (6'3") and had been called wiry. She was rather short, small, but - well, full figured on top. Her long, dark brown hair was wavy and very alluring. It was fun seeing someone special for a few weeks. 

After going out, we would park in front of her house among the trees late at night. She liked it when, in the car, I would slide over away from the steering wheel (bench seats!). She would sit (bounce) on my lap, facing me, and in this position we could kiss easily, which we did at length. Later, she let me play with her breasts, first through her top, then underneath on bare skin. Sometimes she would even remove her bra and take her top off, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Having two large breasts this close to me was really stimulating. They looked beautiful - large, dark aureolas, and nipples that stood out as well as responded to fingers, hands and lips. I did enjoy touching and kissing them and making the nipples stand out. I could tell by her breathing that it was very stimulating.

And Erika really liked playing with my cock. It all started on the first "date," when she bounced on my lap and commented on my bulging groin. On a later night she unbuckled my pants and took out my cock; it was memorable.

"It's so big. I had no idea it would be so big! Are other guys this big?"

"I don't know; maybe not. You'll have to tell me after you've been with several guys next year in college."

"Hmm. Ok. Now, can I hold it?"

"Oh yes. Please." And after a moment "Ahhh."

As she stroked it, she asked, "Is it always this hard?" She then had a strange request.

"Will you play with it for me, like you do when you're home alone? I want to watch and see how to do it."

I said, "Oh, any way you play with it will be good."

"No, I want to watch you do it."

I managed, "Let me get this straight: You really want to watch me masturbate?"

"Yeah. And I want to see your cum. I've never seen it before."

"Hmm. OK, you can watch on one condition: that you kiss it. First, you need to slide off my lap." She thought about it and moved to the side, seemingly happy.

I pushed my shirt way up to bare my chest. She really liked my hairless chest and nipples and played with them often. I didn't want to shoot on my shirt.

I began to stroke using one hand. I tried to imagine that no one was watching, which was hard at first. I closed my eyes and imagined her breasts, which wasn't too difficult. Later, as I got into it, having her watch made me harder. 

I jerked faster and faster using both hands. As I did my breaths got heavier and deeper and my legs and ass bucked. I felt that urge arriving. Finally, I halted my hand motions, as my whole body became stiff and my cock enlarged and pointed upward. I shouted, "I'm coming!" and shot in several long, hot spurts up to my chest and on my stomach. I shuddered. 

Finally, my cock had become limp, and it now rested across my stomach. 

Erika reacted "Oooh! That was amazing! And so much." I must have looked like I was in another world from the reaction on her face. 

'Thanks for letting me watch." I had to admit, having someone watch was hot, and although I wouldn't have thought so, it was really stimulating. 

She fumbled in her purse and came up with a handkerchief, which she used to clean me off - really carefully. 

I told her, "There's no need to be so careful: there's much more where that came from." Obviously, she got the message (I thought).

Right away she started stroking my cock fast with both hands, making it hard again. I was tempted to tell her to wait a few minutes, but it felt so hot in her hands. I kept my eyes closed and focused on the feeling, and my cock did get hard again.

At first I felt her breath on my balls, then her lips on my cock. It felt really great. She first kissed the head, then down the shaft, using her lips and her tongue. Then she took the whole head in her mouth and took more and more as she went up and down with her mouth. I was in heaven. I instinctively put my hand on her head as she held the base of my cock.

Soon, I felt a familiar stirring and I moved her mouth aside. I erupted again all across my chest and it ran over her hand. This time, however, it was even stronger than before. We both were breathing heavily and enjoyed it completely.

I said "Let me do it for you too; let me make you come." I fingered her vagina and clit through her panties, pulling them aside, to her moans.

She sighed deeply and said, "Go inside! Use two fingers." Following her directions, I took her over the edge several times, and she bucked and squirmed while still on my lap, holding on to my shoulders. We both breathed heavily, exhausted.

The next night Erika wore a skirt. As we were getting into the car to first go out, she whispered to me, "I'm not wearing any underwear." I started to grow hard. 

The best I could do was to whisper back to her, "I really want you." The movie was difficult to get through, thinking of the time to come.

That evening we parked as usual; I slipped across the seat. I knew this night was different because thing were not as usual. Instead of immediately jumping in my lap, kissing, and unfastening my pants, she pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles and then she bounced in my lap.

"Are you sure?"

She kissed me deep, and said "Of course." She began to stoke me with both hands.

"Careful! I don't want to come too soon." 

We kissed for a while as I massaged her breasts also. She removed her bra and top and I kissed both nipples; I removed my t-shirt and it felt great: skin and having her bare ass on my thighs.

I ran my hand inside her skirt, ready to give her attention. But she just lifted her skirt, revealing a beautiful bush of dark hair - the same color as her head. It was narrowed, presumably to accommodate a bathing suit this summer. My hands went to her vagina and clit, and she sighed deeply.

My cock was pointing up; as I reached down for a condom in my pants pockets, she got a handkerchief that she put down on my lap.

And sitting on my lap, she inserted my cock - part way. There was some resistance, then it became easy. And it felt incredible. I hoped the feeling was good for her, then I looked at her face. She began to ride up and down, up and down, back and forth, slowly at first, then increasing in speed. It felt even more incredible and our breathing got deeper and faster. 

She rode me to oblivion that night. I remember stiffening, and then enormous release that went on and on. We collapsed holding each other. After a time, she whispered, "That was great! Everything I imagined and more."

"Uh huh." I was still panting.

"I want to try it another way." She climbed off my lap and reclined across the car seat, inviting me to enter her again. "I want you in me. Now."

"First, I want to make you come another way." I moved down, breathing on her hair, then kissing her vagina and clit. She moaned deeply and her breathing became louder and faster.

Her orgasm was powerful and loud: her moans turned to whines and then cries. She raised her hips and shuddered, while I struggled to give her pleasure. 

Then I moved to rest on my knees and one arm, trying to insert my cock; she helped with both hands. We found the right spot, and when I was in, she exclaimed "Oh, yes." I stroked and she bucked again. Again, I tried to fill her, going deep then pumping inside her.

We almost fell asleep in each other's arms when we realized that we needed to get dressed. I accompanied Erika to her door and we kissed. 

We wouldn't see each other again. And although we had known each other's schedule and we knew we were going to different universities far apart, it was still hard. We wrote some that fall, though each was busy with new friends. Though we may have moved on, we'll always retain that special attachment because it was our first.



In the Car Ch. 02



A big problem with fooling around in cars is that there is just not enough space so you have to be creative. The point in question for me is this really horny girl. We have met once before and share various conversations online and via text message. She is a size 14, a very sexy full figure, nice curves and really nice to hold. She is nearly always turned on (I would be foolish to think it was just my influence!) and has beautifully wet pussy. Last time we met in the car, I got a lovely blow job and after kissing her come flavoured mouth, got her off with my fingers. It was a very erotic experience and thoroughly enjoyable, but it has left me wanting to taste her snatch and generally fool around with her 'downstairs.' Here is how I hope it happens.

I slide the passenger seat back as far as it will go and then recline the seat as low as it will go. She parks across the way and walks towards my car. She is wearing a skirt as requested and I watch the sway of her hips show the curve of her arse as she gets nearer. She opens the door and gets in, I instruct her straight away to kneel on the seat and face backwards. She is virtually on all fours, her upper body being supported by the top of the chair. I manoeuvre myself to the foot well on the passenger side and kneel on the floor. As I had planned, my head is just level with her behind and I waste no time in lifting the flowing skirt up to expose her gorgeous arse.

Again, true to my requests, she is wearing a thong, the thick string runs neatly down the crack of arse before widen to a patch of material that sits close on the swell of her pussy mound. I place my hands on each cheek and move my face forward, my tongue out to touch the cloth covering her slit. I taste her sweetness already, I love how wet she gets, and lap up the flavour as her thong gets wet through. I am deliberately aiming low on her so that my tongue rubs over her clitoris, making her moan and wiggle her crotch in reply. I make my tongue firm and start to poke at her hole, still through the material and bring my thumb up to take over on her clit. I exaggerate the movement with my thumb and rub around the whole of her pussy, her thong now moving freely on her wetness and start to slip between the juicy folds. I bring my spare hand up and tug the thong string upwards. The gusset pulls into her pussy lips and I lap generously at the flaps of her labia and now gently pinch at her clit, still wrapped in the sodden material.

Then I pull the thong far to the side and plant my tongue squarely onto her wet hole, grinding my chin on her clit while I lance my tongue as deep as I can into her. The taste is divine and the clamminess of her sex that has spread onto her thighs causes my cheeks to stick slightly to her as I move around inside her, trying to drill my tongue deeper while still trying to catch breath. She is nearly wailing in delight as my thumb resumes its work, rubbing on and around her clit. My tongue now begins a trail, pushing in her snatch then lapping up, making a point with the tip, it leads up to the perineum and starts to tease her arsehole with the cutest of touches and then back down to her clit to start the pattern again.

The more I lick and lap and poke at her holes with my tongue and an caress her with my fingers and thumbs, the more her body start to move; sometimes just a gentle wiggle to the side and sometimes a sudden spasm that arches her back high or low. But all the while I notice that she is pushing back harder onto my hungry tongue, really grinding her pussy and arsehole onto my face. I pull back to watch and leave my finger poking on her pussy. Her next push back slips my finger into her and she arches her back up in sweet surprise. I push it delicately into her and feel her tightness grip my knuckle. She accepts my finger easily and I cannot resist putting a second one in her. Like a child makes a gun with their hand, I hold two fingers in her divine snatch and let my thumb rest on the entrance to her arse. She is into a rhythm now and she moves herself back and forth making her wetter and wetter as my fingers fuck her fuck her pussy. I love the view, but cannot resist the lure of her arse so I lean forward once more and let my tongue replace my thumb – I firmly rim her while I finger her sopping wet fanny.

The combination is the recipe I was after and she is suddenly pushing hard back and I feel her hand on mine, pushing my fingers in and out of her frantically. She has given up trying to control her breathing and she now gasps raggedly and cries out. I use my thumb on her clit for the last time and she yelps, nearly crying and her final collapse onto the seat and her whimpers signal her coming. I let go of her clit and slide my fingers out, they are so wet and sticky! I move face to her once more and let my face get covered in the juices all over her wet mound and the tops of her legs.

Her breathing subsides and I get up from the floor. My rock hard cock hits the seat as I rise and I cannot resist pushing it on her wet pussy. To my delight it slips in with ease and I push in to the hilt. I lean forward and breath into her ear, telling her how horny her wet pussy makes me and how hard I am. She tells me she knows how hard I am, with a giggle, but that her pussy cannot take any more right now. She somehow pushes me back and manages to turn over in a slick move. As she moves down in the seat, she tugs on my cock and invites me up her body. I bang my head as I rise, a sudden reminder that we are in the car! I lean forwards and take my cock in my hand and wank on it as I approach her mouth. She says nothing to me, but opens her mouth and puts her tongue out. I take my tip and place it on her tongue and then tilting my hips forward angle my hard six inches downwards into her mouth. I feel her hand on my arse cheeks, encouraging me deeper and I oblige, feeling my cock reach the back of her hot mouth. I fuck her mouth gently, making her gag a couple of times. She gently slaps my arse and lets her hand wander down and between my cheeks. I feel her fingers exploring and finding my own hole, I can tell they are wet and know that this horny minx has been finger her snatch, making them wet for me.

A finger pushes on my hole and then slowly slips in. She doesn't need to penetrate too far before the sensations get too much for me. I lift myself up (with another bang to the head) and take my cock in hand. She pumps my arse with her finger as I wank over face. I look down to see her mouth wide open and her eyes shut ready for me to come. I can hold back no longer and I cry out as my come begins to shoot from my hard swollen member. I watch as I squirt in her mouth and then a splatter in her cheek and nose. I deliver three more good shots onto her face before my body stops jerking.

Her finger leaves me as I move back down her body to kiss her. As I get level with her face I hear her gulp down and see that her mouth is empty. I kiss her deeply and feel her finger between our faces, scooping up some come and then mingling with our tongues.

I can't wait to meet her again, in her skirt and thong...



In The Car, On The Car.



(This has been my first work ever on a story of such a subject matter so please comment after. I'd love to hear a fresh perspective.)

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I was sitting back on MSN one night just chatting and chilling, what else was I to do, when a girl named Kim came my way, 18 and smoking hot. She had a boyfriend and long term, apparently. I did my usual routine and started to try chatting her up.

Simon says:

Well if we were left alone and hugged a lot do you think we'd end up kissing?

Kim says:

Maybe, depends I guess.

Simon says:

Depends on what?

Kim says:

Where we are I guess.

Simon says:

Well where would we have to be?

Kim says:

If I tell you will try and get me there so we do? Be honest!

Simon says:

Maybe.

I grinned.The conversation just got more heated then she caved in and she couldn't do that to her boyfriend. I was sadly disappointed. Her boyfriend found out about it and me and Kim didn't talk for a week. And one day she appeared online.

She said we could talk as long as the conversation was kept above the belt. Then I asked her if we could meet. She took a while to respond she said she'd love to as long as we did not venture into the territory of the forbidden, she practically said no sex, nothing even remotely past talking.

So I parked in the car park facing the bus stop. I sat back and watched her bus pull into the stop, I saw her sitting next to a man that must have been her boyfriend they kissed. She hopped off the bus and waited for it to pull away from the stop.

Once it was out of sight she turned and looked for my car. I waved my arm out of the window. She walked over and hopped in.

"Hi, you're Kim I take it?" I said to her. She nodded and smiled. I won't write the full conversation we had, it was all ordinary.

She guided me to a park on the outside of town. It was more like a forest, no one in sight. She said her boyfriend didn't know where she was. I grinned and I couldn't help but feel a slight bit aroused.

We talked and talked and I opened my car door and got out of the car. I needed to stretch my legs. She got out as well and walked over to me. She put her arms around me and gave me what I thought was a friendly hug.

She looked up at me and began to kiss me, her tongue rubbed against mine and then she pulled away and looked at me. "I'm sorry, Simon, we can't. I have a boyfriend and I shouldn't have done that," she said getting back into the car.

I got back in and I smiled. "I didn't think anything was going to happen." She smiled at me. We continued to talk about life, sports and work and then things took a turn for the more interesting.

Like a timid chat she leaned forward, I thought she was going to kiss me. But instead she placed her hand on my crotch, with one hand she kept placed on it and the other she unzipped my pants. I was instantly erect, my boxer shorts being the only thing stopping my cock from just bouncing out.

She bit her bottom lip and neither of us said a word. She put her hand into my boxer shorts and placed her hand on my cock, grabbing my shaft and slowly rubbing it. Two minutes later she pulled her hand out of my pants.

It's like she had never done it. She just began to talk her head off about her work. That is when her boyfriend rang her phone. She answered it.

They were talking for five minutes and she coyly slid her hand back into my pants and took my cock out of its restraints. She moved her hand to the base of my shaft and slowly began to grasp it and jerk me off, moving her hand slowly from top to bottom, it felt great.

Meanwhile she was on the phone to her boyfriend still talking. Twenty minutes went by and she continued to jerk me off.

She let go and hung up her phone. My cock still up and hard, she tucked it back into my pants.

She began talking again. Then she told me to shut my eyes.

I felt her pull my cock back out of the boxers and it felt cold in the breeze and then that is when I felt something soft and warm on the base of my cock. I opened my eyes and she held the top of it with her hand and slid her tongue up the side until she reached the tip, already wet with a drop of pre-cum.

She looked up at me a cheeky look in her eyes. She put the tip of my cock in her mouth and her warm lips wrapped around it. Her lips as soft as tissues, I just moaned and her tongue felt amazing as it slowly rubbed around my knob.

She grabbed the base of my cock and began to move her head up and down on my cock, rubbing her tongue around the tip still. I felt myself ready to cum; she felt it too and pushed her head further down my shaft. I came and I heard her gag and she swallowed. I moaned and she moved her head back up.

She smiled and we began talking again. I zipped my pants back up. She seemed a tiny bit remorseful, and she got out of the car and she leaned against the car, her back facing me...I got behind her and she sat there telling me she shouldn't have done anything, her boyfriend was too important.

I placed my arms around her and began to kiss her neck softly. "We can't do this, no, stop." I slid my hand up her shirt with one hand. I got it under her bra and began to rub her nipple and she breathed deeply.

"We can't, we shouldn't," she said softly.

I slid my other hand down the top of her pants. She just kept repeating what she had said. I felt the top of her panties and I moved slowly past them down her unshaven smooth pussy.

I reached the top of her slit and I began to rub it slowly with my finger, moving from the start until I reached her clit. I began to rub it slowly. She moaned and stopped talking. I moved my finger back and forth across it. She moved her hips slightly with the direction of my hands.

I moved lower and she spoke again. "We can't," she said. I slipped my finger into her wet hole.

She moaned louder this time. I kept moving it in and out of her. She breathed deeper and continued to moan.

"Just fuck me, put your cock inside me, Simon. I can't take it anymore, just fuck me," she said so quietly.

I moved her across to the hood of my car. I undid her belt and her zipper and I moved her pants and panties just below her thighs. I looked at her pussy so wet and warm. I slipped the tip of my cock into her and she moaned as it entered.

I began to thrust into her, moving in and out so slowly then increasing my pace. She moaned as I fucked her, she just moaned and moaned. I just held her hips and kept my cock inside her.

Her phone began to ring and she ignored it. She kept moaning, her hips moving with my thrusts. Her pussy was tight and I was in heaven.

Her phone rang again. I kept fucking her.

"Oh honey, I'm at dinner with the family, I can't talk right now. I'm sorry." And she hung up the phone.

She looked up at me, her face red and small tears in her eyes.

"You're so fucking good, your cock is so big, so much bigger than his, he fucks me so terribly," she said as I thrust into her.

Her words encouraging me, I slammed hard into her. She let out a loud moan.

"Do you like that your boyfriend is at home and my cock's inside you!?" I said, fucking her hard at this point.

"Yes I do," she moaned. I pulled my dick out of her and she moaned, "Put it back in, Simon." She moaned loudly. I began to rub my tip against her slit and kept it well out of her.

"I'll stick it back in if you tell me you're my slut and you're a fucking whore who likes to fuck me," I said, grinning as I rubbed my cock against her.

"I'M YOUR SLUT, SIMON! I'M A FUCKING WHORE WHO LOVES TO FUCK YOU, WHO LOVES TO FUCK YOU BEHIND MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK!" she yelled.

I shoved it back in and slammed her hard. She screamed loud in pleasure.

She began to shake, she orgasmed and moaned aloud. I felt myself beginning to cum. "I'm going to cum," I said to her, about to pull out seeing as I wasn't using a condom.

"Just put your cum in me, Simon. I want to feel it in me so warm," she moaned.

I moved faster in and out of her and began to explode inside of her. She moaned and shook and had another orgasm.

I pulled myself out of her and my cock limply came out. Cum ran down her leg, I took my phone out and snapped a photo. She lay on the hood of my car just breathing deep.

She got down on her knees quickly and began to suck my cock again and then I came once more. She cleaned up and got dressed. I pushed her against my car again and unzipped her pants and slid them to her knees. Her pussy still wet from before, I pushed my cock between her legs and into her warm cum-covered hole and began to fuck her again, faster and faster until I came once more.

She smiled and did her pants back up. We left quickly and I drove her to the corner around from her boyfriend's house.

I never heard from her again.



In The Car Park



I checked my watch again -- nearly 10:15, you are late. I had been worried you wouldn't show and now it looked like I had been right to doubt it. I decided to give you another 5 minutes before heading home. I was feeling gutted.

I switched on the engine to warm up the car one last time, ready to go. It was a mild night for February, but there was a definite chill in the air. It is a pity that 'dogging' is such a winter sport; it is too light in Scotland in summer for the various participants to risk it.

And it looked like G & DJ hadn't been prepared to risk it either. I thought back to how I had got chatting to the both of you after you revealed your love of public exposure, of flashing, on website I visited. When I raised the subject of dogging you told me that you thought it was a little, well......'seedy'. I told you of my own experiences and reminded you that seediness can have a certain appeal all of its own. Eventually you got excited about the idea of dogging -- 'performing' sexually in front of strangers in a secluded area. The result was that a rendezvous had been agreed.

So if you weren't going to turn up my only slim hope was that other 'performers' might. 

'At least it isn't raining'. I thought, trying to cheer myself up, facing the prospect of a wasted evening.

Across the car park I could see a few other cars, one at least I recognised -- all belonging to regulars on this patch -- watchers all of them. This car park -- in Strathclyde Country Park, behind the amusement park -- had always been a happy hunting ground for me. It was why I had immediately thought of it as a venue for meeting with you both. From our email exchanges I knew you probably wouldn't be averse to having a larger audience than just me, and this place was popular. But it looked as if tonight was going to be a washout -- for everyone.

I was about to put the car into gear and drive off when I saw the lights of another car coming slowly into view. I felt my stomach tighten with that familiar excitement. The anticipation at this point is always intense. Was the car on some innocent visit? Unlikely at this time of night, at this location. Was it another watcher, adding to the ranks of those about to be disappointed? Maybe not.

But this time my excitement was more intense, because this car might contain G and DJ, finally arriving. As the vehicle swung into the car park I recognised the shape of car, it was the one I had been told to expect.

My heart rate jumped up several notches and I felt my stomach tighten with anticipation. I watched the car pull up in a remote corner of the car park, a few hundred yards from mine. The lights flashed to high-beam and then turned off. I smiled at that sign. I had explained to G that this was a recognized signal to the watchers that someone wanted to be observed!

As I got out of my car I shoved a small but powerful torch into my back pocket. Over the fence of the park, closed for the winter months, I saw the Ferris wheel, ghostly in the moonlight. Locking the car I headed across the car park, watching as two people got out of the newly arrived car and then re-enter it via the back doors -- leaving the inside light on. I could see other figures converging on this source of light from the far corners of the car park -- like horny moths, drawn to the flame.

'Looks promising,' I muttered under my breath as I tried to look like I was just innocently strolling. But I couldn't help wondering if, even at this late stage, whether you would back out. 

That was part of the attraction, the addiction -- you could never be sure what you were going to get. I suppose dogging wouldn't exist if there weren't people who like to 'show-off' in front of others. (And G & DJ certainly fell into that category) But it doesn't mean that those people were necessarily ones that you might enjoy watching show-off -- if you know what I mean. In the past I'd seen some sights that nearly put me off dogging for good. For example, woman who probably described themselves as, 'BBW', without realising that 'B' wasn't automatically equal to 'B'. And another time when the couple in the car turned out to be two guys. Not what I was looking for, but other watchers liked it. 'Each to their own' I always say. I can hardly criticize the sexual kinks of others when I think about my own.

But it was the good ones that kept me coming back. Few and far between, but all the more memorable for that. Every time, at the start, you hoped it was going to be a scene to recall and treasure. This case is unusual. I already know, from swapped photos, that you are a good-looking couple. Or. more accurately, that DJ has a superb body. But if you get cold feet and just sit in the car, or chickened out and just drove off -- it wasn't going to live up to expectations. 

Despite these questions in my mind I couldn't stop my rising sense of excitement. I had a good feeling about this.

Doggers are by their very nature, secretive - loners. But if you hung around the sites long enough you would get to know some of your fellow 'aficionados'. Not 'know' in the sense of asking them to join you for a pint, or round to your house to meet the wife and have dinner. Only 'know' in the sense of swapping mobile numbers and a first name -- never real, and never a last name. Just a network for swapping text messages, passing the word about where the action might be happening. In the moonlight I saw once such contact -- 'Bob'. (at least that was the name attached to his number on my mobile) approaching the car as well. When he noticed me he nodded, and I did the same back. I'd been bumping in to him for a few months and he was something of an expert on the scene. Hanging around one night, waiting, we had started chatting. It quickly became obvious that he was something of an expert on 'the scene'. His tips and (later) his texts, had often led me to some of my most enjoyable dogging experiences.

As we got closer to the car our pace slowed. On the other side of the car I could see another couple of guys drawing closer, no-one I recognized.

When I was a few feet away I got my first good look into the back seat of the car. I felt my heart quicken and my breath get a little more shallow and fast -- it was G & DJ!

Under the interior light of the car I could finally see you for real. I glanced at Bob just as he looked at me. He'd had a good look inside and I could tell he was as excited as me. 'This is going to be good' he muttered.

We both edged towards the car, I took out my torch and Bob did the same. Like Boy Scouts, doggers like to be prepared. I noticed that the back windows of the car were up. Knowing about G & DJ's rule on 'interaction' I'd explained to G that this was a sign to the watchers that touching wasn't permitted. With my hand shaking I turned the torch on the window.

In the light I saw what I had been hoping to see, DJ! I was a bit shocked to see how scared you looked, almost exactly like a deer in the headlights. Then I tried to put myself in your place and thought how scary this situation must be. I flicked the torch up to light my face -- and saw a flash of recognition. Then I saw a faint smile in my direction, followed by a visible relaxation. I shifted the torch a little to check out G. Obviously I'm always more interested in the female in the car -- but it helps if the guy is good looking. No problems tonight I can see. I also notice you whispering to your man, and then glancing back at me, outside the window. I assume you are telling him that I am there. 

But he doesn't appear that interested -- and I can understand why. In the torchlight I can see you are wearing a very sheer black blouse and G is already stroking his hand across your breasts. I can see your nipples, hard as bullets, straining at the thin material. My cock starts to twitch as I watch and beside me I hear Bob's breathing getting deeper, our torches trained on your lovely breasts. G starts unbuttoning your blouse and I hold my breath as he does, waiting for them to be revealed in all their glory. When the last button is undone G slowly pulls open your top. I let my breath out in a long shuddering sigh. In an email I have been told you are 40 but these aren't the breasts of a 40 year old. These are tits that a 19 year old Page 3 girl would be proud of. Then Bob expresses my thoughts for me, although slightly more crudely than I might. 

'Look at those nipples! They're standing out like chapel hat pegs.' All I can do is nod in agreement as G starts to tweak and rub your nipples making them harder and bigger -- if that were possible. Then I see him lower his head and engulf one of your nipples in his mouth, whilst still playing with the other one. Through the glare of torch light I notice you looking at me. I wonder if it is usual for you to make eye contact with your 'audience', then you close your eyes and your head slumps back in the seat as you lose yourself in the sensations.

There are 2 guys on the other side of the car, with torches as well. They are not getting as good a view as they were on the side furthest away. I count my blessings as I watch G pull back his moth, leaving your nipples huge and shiny with saliva. I couldn't help but slide my hand into the top of my jeans to adjust my cock as it swells in excitement at what I am seeing.

G pauses again and I can see him talking to you. He leans over you and winds down the window a couple of inches as I see you hiking up your skirt. As he leans back I can see lacy stocking tops appearing, then lovely smooth thigh. I notice with admiration that the stockings are supported by a suspender belt -- no tacky hold-ups for this sexy lady. My heart starts to hammer as I wait to see what is exposed. A sharp intake of breath swells my chest as I see a tiny pair of black lace panties. I know this is a little unusual for you when you go flashing. I figure you have added it for some extra teasing.

With the window open I can hear G instruct you, 'Hand in your panties DJ, play with yourself so they can see.' I hold my breath as see you slowly comply. I can see that your hand is shaky as it slips inside your knickers. Your whole body is trembling with a combination of fear and excitement at this new experience. I see you squirm in your seat as your fingers find the target. You slump back in the seat again and your knees spread wider.

'We've got four guys watching us DJ' I hear G tell you. 'Most of them have their cocks out and are stroking over you.' I hear you sigh. Then he asks, 'Are you wet honey?' You just nod as your hand continues to move.

'Show them' I hear him say. You pull your fingers out of your pants -- and out of your pussy and hold your fingers up. In a moment of inspiration you wipe your sticky fingers down the inside of the glass, leaving a trail of pussy juice. I almost cum in my pants at this sight. When my cock is under control I unzip my pants take my cock out to stroke. When I look back G has his hand in your knickers and is obviously strumming a lovely tune on your clit. We can clearly hear you start to pant and then moan as he plays with you in front of 4 'strangers'.

G whispers in your ear something I can't hear. You react by lifting off the seat and tugging your panties down and over your stocking clad legs. When you settle back in the seat and spread your legs again your lovely hairless pussy is exposed. I watch you touch your clit and then shudder. I can hear you moaning, louder, and it is obvious that you have just had a huge orgasm.

I hear Bob beside me gasp. 'What a horny sl..........'. I jab him with my elbow. 'She doesn't like that.' I tell him. He looks at me strangely, but I don't explain how I know that. Instead I say,' She is a sexy and inhibited exhibitionist Bob, going to lot of trouble to give us all a thrill. Show some respect. He looks at me again as if I have gone mad, but at least he makes no more comments.

When I look back I see that you have several fingers deeply buried in your pussy and your moaning has grown louder. G has his mouth attached to your nipple and it seems you are loving the attention -- from him; and from us. I lean forward to get a better look and I swear I can smell your excitement through the slightly open window.

G is saying something, which again, I can't hear. But his intention becomes clear when you shift position, moving on to your knees on the seat and starting to grapple with G's belt. This brings your exquisite arse up to the window. I have to stop stroking my cock and squeeze it to stop myself cumming when this overwhelmingly sexy sight is presented to me. My jaw drops and I almost literally begin to drool. With your skirt still up over your arse your luscious rear is presented to us watchers, framed by your stockings and the elastic of your suspender belt. In the torchlight we can see your cunny in all its glory. Your labia are swollen and distended, spread open like an exotic flower. The horniest part is how obviously wet you are. Your sex juice is bubbling and dripping from your hole, running down your thighs to soak your stocking tops. This is too much for Bob, who has been stroking fast for some time. With a grunt he cums -- splattering the car window and door with his jism.

I shift my position to see what was going on. You had managed to get G's cock out of his pants -- circumcised and of an impressive size. Then I watched mesmerised as you lowered your mouth over the bell-end and swooped down on his length. From the other side of the car I heard the other watchers moan -- a weird noise that some how combined lust and envy. I knew exactly how they felt.

I hear G giving you a running commentary. 'There are 5 guys watching you suck my cock DJ.' I glance up over the roof of the car and see that another watcher has joined the fun. 'They all have their cocks in their hands and they are wanking off as they watch.'

I distinctly hear you moan, the sound muffled by the cock in your mouth. Then you push your arse back against the window, obscenely pressing your sex against the glass. Once again it is all I can do not to spurt on the spot. You move forward, your head bobbing up and down on G's prick, holding it with one hand. The other hand wriggles between your thighs and your fingers urgently plunge into your wetness. Frantically you finger fuck yourself as you slobber over G's manhood. I see your bum wobble and hear a sexy combination of gagging and whimpering as you orgasm again. 'God, this woman can cum' I think to myself.

I can see G thrusting his hips upwards, trying to get more of his cock into your throat. The excitement is obviously getting to him. I wonder if he is going to cum in your mouth, unable to control himself. Then I see him slow his thrusts and you move your head from his cock -- a long trail of saliva connects your mouth and his cock head. I see the lust crazed look in your eyes. You turn around and sit down again. For a moment my heart sinks as I worry that the show is over. Then I see you reach for the door handle and I step backwards as the door opens. 

I read somewhere that debutantes used to be taught how to get out of a car without exposing themselves. This is the complete opposite. I watch as you place one long, slim leg on the ground -- the black stilettos a classy touch under the circumstances. Slowly you swivel (in what I know is a practiced move) and touch down the other foot. You stay in that position, legs spread, and my torchlight reflects in the copious evidence of your excitement, a gushing, very excited pussy. For just a second I look up and catch you staring. My heart feels like it has dropped into my stomach as I see the pure lust that fills your expression. Then you shyly drop your gaze and stand up. G exits through the same door and takes your hand, leading you round to the front of the car. All the watchers move to follow, but I notice your panties discarded on the floor of the car. I grab them up, feeling how wet they are. Overwhelmed with lust I hold them to my nose and inhale the intoxicating scent of your arousal. Still holding the tiny scrap of lace I follow the herd

There, lit by the car's headlights we can all admire you in your full glory. It is as if you are on a stage, the centre of attention. We watch entranced as you unzip your skirt, letting it slide over your hips before kicking it away. Your blouse is gaping open, exposing your hard nippled breasts to our enthralled gaze. Slowly you crouch down, balancing carefully on your high heels, and take G's cock into your mouth once again -- causing him to groan. The guys watching jostle forward and G opens his eyes.

'No touching guys, just watching,' he explains. Respectfully we all take half a step back. It is obvious that you are more than content to suck cock, but the excitement is plainly getting to G. Reaching down he pulls you to your feet and spins you round before pushing you down over the bonnet of the car. Knowing what is expected you part your legs and lower press your tits against the metal, raising your hips. With a low growl of excitement he positions his cock against your soaking wet slit and fucks it into you. Almost straight away we hear your reaction to being fucked. Your breath hisses and you start to whimper, 

'Oh yes, oh God, oh fuck, so good, oh fuck.' Then you cum powerfully, shouting and swearing even louder. It is too much for one of the watchers and I see his spunk arc through the headlight beams. G grabs your hips and pounds you harder. 'You're making them cum DJ. They are spunking off watching us fuck.' I wrap your moist knickers round my shaft and stroke slowly, trying to control and delay my own ejaculation.

He pulls out of you and we all see your wetness coating his shaft. We can all see your gaping pussy closing up now that is vacated. G obviously wants to show you off a little. He twists you round again and gently presses you down, bringing his cock to your mouth. 

'Show them how you like your own taste DJ' he instructs. We all watch awe struck as you lick your combined wetness from his shaft, then take his length in your mouth, deeper at each dip of your head. This is obviously getting too much for G. With a groan he pulls out of your greedy sucking mouth and hoists you to your feet once again. This time he gently pushes you onto your back on the bonnet of the car. Taking your legs he raises them and spreads them, placing your ankles over his shoulders before plunging his cock into your pussy once again. He really starts to pound you hard. It is obvious this won't last long. But is also obvious that you are loving it! The sexy moans start again and soon you are coming again -- this time it seems almost continuously. 'OH FUCK, OH FUCK, FUCK FUCK, YES YES YES..... YESSSSSS.'

This triggers a wave of orgasms. I can see the other watchers swaying on their feet as the stroke their shafts to climax. Cum is spurting and splashing around the 2 of you as you fuck. G's arse is almost a blur as he pumps you. His head goes back and with a roar he erupts into your hot, squelching pussy. With an unholy shriek you cum once more and it takes all my will power to hold off my own release. G steps back, staggers back, from the vee of your thighs. Then I see his cum trickling from your open, well-fucked pussy and this is my trigger. With a huge exhalation of breath and pent up lust I cum, and cum, and cum -- pumping my seed into the panties wrapped around my cock.

My vision goes grey as the blood seems to drain from my head. I almost hyperventilate trying to catch my breath. When I return to something approaching normal I see the 2 of you cuddling, sat on the bonnet of the car. I am assuming your first dogging date has been a success. Most of the watchers are hanging round, fondling deflating cocks, hoping for round 2. I know there won't be -- at least not now. I zip up my pants and start walking toward my car without a backward glance. As I do, I drop your soaking wet knickers on the seat of the car. Hopefully I nice memento of a memorable night.



In The Cards



Jareth was relieved when he saw the flicker of campfires on the road ahead. It had been a long and tiring day, most of it spent on horseback, and the next day would prove to be just as strenuous. He prayed that the owner of the fires would prove to be a hospitable sort. If they wouldn't let him stay the night in their camp, at least perhaps they would provide him with a hot meal and a bath before he set out again. Nudging the sides of his mount lightly with his heels, Jareth guided the stallion towards the wisps of flame ahead.

As he neared the forest clearing, he began to notice other objects that gave him a good idea of who was camped there. Several small and brightly painted wagons formed a loose semi-circle around the three bonfires. The golden light sparkled upon the shiny accents that adorned each one, and a night wind barely moved the thick velvet curtains that covered the back entrances. It had to be a gypsy camp; he was in luck this night, for gypsies were known to at least be polite to unexpected company. 

As he drew up on the outskirts of their clearing, Jareth began to hear the soft strains of festive music. Around each fire, he could see men and women of all shapes and sizes. Some danced to the mystical tunes wafting from the musicians. Others merely ate, or sat laughing and chattering in a language Jareth couldn't even comprehend. He could smell the deer and rabbit roasting on their spits, and it made his mouth water with hunger. Guiding his horse in between two of the protective wagons, he made his way towards the center of their camp. 

A few heads raised curiously as he approached, but for the most part the gypsies ignored him in favor of going about their nightly routines. Jareth tugged lightly on the reins to bring his mount to a stop, then dismounted. Two women got up from their places by the fire to come and meet him. One was a weathered old woman, sprightly for all her years as she walked across the clearing. The other was a younger woman who appeared in her early twenties. When they were close enough, Jareth gave a low bow to them in greeting.

"Good evening, gentlewomen. My name is Jareth, and I am a fellow traveler in this woodland. I saw your fires from the road, and was hoping perhaps that I could find shelter or at least dinner for tonight. I can pay you well for your troubles." He turned to the side, just enough so that they could view the thin leather strap that bound the hilt of his sword to the sheath. Called a peace knot, it proved that he meant no harm, for with the strap in place he was unable to draw his sword without fair warning. "I mean your people no harm," he added, just to make sure it was clear to them. 

At his words, the old woman gave a cackle and shook her head in mirth. "We know you mean us know harm, gaujo," she laughed, calling him by the Romani term for a non-gypsy. "We heard your horse from miles away. If we viewed you as a threat, your blood would be upon the earth by now." 

"Is that so?" Jareth replied stiffly. The amusement in the old gypsy's eyes was annoying; it made him feel ill prepared and naïve. "And how do you know that to be true, madam?"

The woman gave no answer. Instead she gave a low, quiet whistle, like the tune of a forest bird. At her signal, several of the curtains on the wagons parted, and Jareth saw that each carriage contained at least three Romani men armed to the teeth. He felt the blood rushing to his face in embarrassment, having been properly put into place. He saw himself through the eyes of the more experienced gypsies: a young and spoiled man, dressed in the clothes of a nobleman and ignorant of the danger he was in. Had he been a threat, these men could have slit his throat before he even knew they were there. He averted his gaze from the two women, half-tempted to remount his horse and find another campsite of his own. 

But the younger woman patted the elderly one on the arm. "You have made your point, Maman. Do not torture the poor man more than he already has been." Turning to Jareth, she smiled at him gently. "My name is Raina. This is my grandmother, Danala, leader of this tribe. You and your coin are welcome in this camp." 

She motioned for him to follow, and Jareth was all too eager to leave the company of the old woman and her army of hidden assassins. He followed Raina to one of the nearby fires. Several people were already crowded around its warmth, but a few sharp words from Raina in her native tongue were enough to make them part enough to offer them both room. She nodded to one of the men tending the cooking pit, and moments later they were both offered a steaming platter of roasted rabbit. Jareth's stomach was more than happy to see the meal arrive. 

He hadn't eaten more than a handful of traveling rations since the noontime sun was strong, and it was all he could do to keep his manners about him and not wolf down the tender meat. All the while as they ate, he noticed Raina watching him curiously, and he took up the opportunity to observe her as well. She was as different from the noblewomen of his kingdom as night was from day. Her hair was long and dark, the tresses falling wild around her shoulders and spilling down her back. She had skin the color of the richest doeskin, a light even shade of tan, and her eyes were a dark brown that complimented the hue. 

She wore a bright blue blouse with yellow trim, the fabric loose and thin on her body. Given the right light, he might have been able to see clearly through it, but the firelight only gave him a shadow of her body beneath. Her breasts were well-developed and high set, and he could see the way her ribcage curved down into her waist. She wasn't a thin girl, her stomach soft and pouting slightly, but it attracted him like a magnet. Most of the women he'd been with were like twigs, their waists sculpted by corsets and dieting into drastic shapes. 

Her skirt was the same shade of azure as her blouse. He loved the way her hips looked beneath the wispy folds, and he could see her well-fleshed thighs and shapely calves that disappeared into soft leather boots. Raina wasn't shy; she knew an appraising look when she saw one, and didn't shirk from it. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "So what is a prince doing traveling on a forest road at night?" 

"How did you know I was a prince?" Jareth asked, surprised. Raina smiled at his question. She looked pointedly at his outfit, at the richness of the tunic he wore. Only royalty was allowed to wear the bold purple shade, and the stitching on the shirt and the cream-colored breeches was top quality. Her eyes flitted up to his carefully groomed dark brown hair, and then down to the knee-high riding boots that bore very little wear and tear. "Oh," he muttered sheepishly, but she merely smiled and waited for his answer. "I'm on my way back home, actually. I've been visiting a cousin in the countryside, and my father sent for me to return to the castle. Something about some upcoming society ball, I believe." 

"I see." 

"What about you?" He countered. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the woods?" 

"We are waiting for our brother tribe to arrive," Raina said. "It is time for the young women to choose their husbands from their families, and for their young women to claim the young men from our camp." She set aside her now-empty plate and picked up a stick from the ground, poking it into the flames. "When they arrive in two days, my maman Danala will choose my future husband for me."

"But I thought you said you got to choose," Jareth pointed out.

"The rest of the Romani choose their men," Raina confided. "But I am the granddaughter of the leader of the tribe. It is Danala's duty to make sure my mate is to be strong and well chosen, so that when I am leader I will bear children to be heirs."

"That's not very fair."

"It is the way," she sighed. But the expression on her face showed that the thought of it was not pleasant in her mind. 

"I know what you mean," Jareth agreed. "My father is currently making negotiations with a neighboring land. Should they prove successful, his daughter and I shall marry, and unite the two kingdoms. I don't like it, but I am heir to the throne. I don't have a choice." 

"It seems we have much in common then, Jareth," Raina smiled. She took the last bite of rabbit from his plate and fed it to him, then set the plate in the dirt beside hers. Getting to her feet, Raina extended a hand. "Come. I will read your cards while we are waiting on the bathwater to warm, then you may bathe and rest." Jareth accepted her hand to help him to his feet. Patting the small leather money pouch on his side, he looked at her questioningly. "How much do I owe your tribe for the hospitality?"

"Bah," she snorted, waving her hand in dismissal. "We have plenty of food, and more room than we need. You needn't pay us for what is openly offered." Raina led him to a small wagon towards the outside of the protective circle. "This is the wagon I share with Danala," she explained. A worried look must have passed over his face, for she laughed. "Don't worry, my maman won't bother you while you're bathing. She and I will be sleeping with another family, so that you may have a decent place to sleep tonight. She is already in their wagon, fast asleep." 

The interior of the wagon was a lot nicer than he had expected. It was simply furnished, bearing two cots against the front corners and large trunks resting at the foot of each. Towards the back of the wagon where they entered, there was a small table with two chairs to sit upon and a wooden tub just large enough for a person to squeeze into. Raina bade Jareth to sit, then left the wagon for a moment to have someone start warming the water for his bath. When she returned, she went to one of the trunks and fished inside, coming back to the table with a cloth-wrapped bundle in one hand. 

"What is that," Jareth asked. 

Raina carefully peeled back the cloth to reveal a worn deck of fortune telling cards. "These have been in my family for six generations," she proudly boasted. "Please, relax. I will read the cards for you, tell you your fortune. It is my gift." 

Sitting in the chair opposite him, she reached out suddenly and grabbed his hand, running her fingers over his palm. The scrape of her soft touch over his sword-calloused hand caused his skin to tingle with a low heat. "I needed your energy," she explained, and then placed the hand atop her deck of cards, closing her eyes and concentrating for a moment. Raina shuffled the deck carefully, then dealt five cards face down onto the table's surface.

"The first card represents you," she said as she flipped the worn card over. The picture on its face was of a young man dressed in finery. In his hand, he bore a disk with a five-pointed star on its surface. 

"The Prince of Pentacles," she acknowledged with a rueful smile. "It goes without saying your family is rich. But you, Jareth, you have dreams of something more exciting than just ruling a kingdom. You are adventurous, bold..." Her words trailed off as her gaze dropped from his eyes to the saucy curve of his lips. "Fiery," Raina finished, smiling. Jareth was amazed. 

Her words were true, straight to the very core of his nature. He was still musing over her insight when she read the second card to him, then the third. With each turned card, Raina delved into his soul, pulling out the secrets and desires he'd told no one. Her gift fascinated him. When she saw the last card, her smile grew somber. The picture was of a naked man and woman, with a higher being smiling down on them from above. The woman on the card was gazing lovingly at the man, but the man was turned away slightly, as if running from her affections.

"The Lovers card," she announced. "Jareth, you will have a choice coming soon, a decision that will affect your life forever." She traced her finger over the face of the smiling god. "This represents your duty, your loyalty to your country." Raina moved her finger to cover the woman. "This is your heart's desire, the thing you want most in this life." Then she pointed at the naked young man. "This is you, torn between the two. For country or for love, you must choose. Neither will be easy, but you will know the path that is right."

His eyes came up, eyebrows raised, searching her face for answers. But her emotions were guarded as she collected the cards back together. She rewrapped and replaced the deck in the trunk. Jareth opened his mouth to speak, but she hastily cut him off by making her way to the exit. 

"I must go fetch your bathwater," she pleaded, and left the wagon in a swirl of dark hair and a whirl of clothes. When she returned a few moments later, her smile was back in place and she bore two large kettles of water. Whatever the reaction the reading had caused was gone now, and Jareth decided not to bring it up, instead helping her to pour the water into the wooden tub. 

After the tub was half full, she set down the empty kettles and nodded to him. "Be careful, the water is hot." She fetched a soft cloth for him to wash with, then left him alone to tend to his needs. 

The hot water was heaven on Jareth's worn body. The steaming water pooled about his aching thighs, easing the tension of horse riding. Using the cloth, he swept some of the hot water over his chest and shoulders, feeling the tight muscles ease in appreciation of the pampering. He bathed thoroughly, washing every nook and cranny, even running the cloth over his dark hair to wash out the day's sweat and dirt. When his bathing was done, Jareth was reluctant to vacate the heated water, and instead leaned back in the tub to relax. 

He closed his eyes and cleared his mind, letting the warm liquid cleanse his thoughts as it had his body. He forgot his aching body, forgot the card reading and the earlier embarrassment as he lounged. Instead, he let his mind conjure up thoughts of Raina. Beautiful Raina, about to be married to a man she didn't know. The thought of that sparked a slight bit of jealousy in him. He imagined it was he that she was to be married to, that he was the leader of some great Romani tribe and she was his intended bride. He imagined what she would look like on their wedding day. 

Jareth could see vividly an image of Raina, dressed in a wedding gown that was little more than layers of white fluffy netting, her dark hair woven into a braid and crowned with white flowers. He saw himself taking the vows, imagined sampling her soft dusky lips for the first time as their future was sealed as one. Jareth's fingers itched as he imagined taking her to some private wagon, and pulling the crown of flowers from her hair to loosen the braid. 

Her hair would be like midnight silk, dark and thick under his fingers. Raina would be perfect when she fell into his arms for the first time, of that he was certain. He could see her pressing against his body as she kissed him sweetly; her soft plump skin nestled against him as he took her in his arms. The images in his head had a powerful effect on his libido. 

Unbidden, Jareth's hands came up to rest on his chest. He traced his fingers lightly over the tight muscles there, imagining it was her soft hands touching him, caressing him lovingly. From years of training by the best sword tutors, his body was hard and honed. Raina would look upon him proudly, for he was considered by many to be quite a handsome man. Jareth's hands dipped lower, exploring the ridged planes of his stomach. In his mind, Raina was touching him as he carefully undid the ties of her wedding gown, watching the fabric come loose from her body. 

He could see how her breasts would look, freed from the confines of the dress, round and plump and succulent. He imagined her nipples were large and dark red, the same dark shade as her full mouth, their tips large and arrogantly erect. He watched the fabric fall lower, exposing the roundness of her belly, tan and soft and womanly. Years after their marriage, that soft belly might grow round and full, taut with his child inside. The thought was both arousing and paternal. 

Soaking in the bath, Jareth brought his hand even lower, tracing the path of light brown hair to his abdomen. He was already fully aroused, hard and jutting from the nest of curls at the juncture of his thighs. When in his mind he saw Raina naked for the first time, beheld the dark triangle hiding the folds of her womanhood and her lovely bare legs, Jareth's fingers closed about himself and he managed a small groan. The water was lubricant enough as he stroked the rigid shaft, but behind his eyelids it was Raina's mouth that caressed him, her lips and tongue closing over him as she worked at giving him pleasure. He was lost in the sensations, so lost that he forgot his surroundings, and so far gone that he didn't hear the soft padding of feet across the wagon floor until a shadow fell across him. 

Startled from his daydream, Jareth's eyes jerked open and he bolted upright in the tub. Raina stood over him, her lips curved up into a knowing smile, hands firmly planted on her hips as she looked down at him unabashedly. Blushing, Jareth covered his erection with both hands, even though he knew she had seen him totally moments before. "I-I..." He stammered, unsure what to say. What could he tell a woman that he'd been dreaming about moments before, a woman who had walked in on him with his cock in his hand like some randy squire? 

"I came to ask you if you needed more water, but it looks like you have more than enough," Raina teased. She walked over and sat on one of the cots, watching him. The amusement in her eyes was enough to cause his rampant arousal to wilt slightly. When it became obvious that she wasn't leaving anytime soon, his embarrassment quickly turned to slight anger. 

"Do you mind, Raina?" Jareth growled, shooting her a dirty look. She didn't take the hint, and instead caught his eyes with an intense gaze. 

"What were you thinking about?" She demanded.

Jareth stared at her, scarcely able to believe she was brave enough to ask him something so personal. He feigned ignorance, glaring up at her. "What do you mean?"

"What were you thinking about, while you were touching yourself?" She wasn't going to let up, though out of curiosity or another reason he couldn't tell. He decided to tell her the truth, praying it might shock her enough to make her leave the wagon so he could redress. If he was lucky, she would run off to the wagon where Danala was resting, and he could sneak out of camp with some dignity intact. He took a deep breath and met her eyes, his mouth set in a firm line. 

"You," he said softly. "I was thinking about you. Are you happy now?" He raised up out of the wooden tub, still clutching his genitals to hide them from her view, the water streaming down his bare buttocks and legs in tiny rivers. He turned towards the table, where his clothing rested neatly folded on one of the chairs. Jareth was in the process of extending one hand to reach for his breeches when he heard Raina moving behind him.

When he glanced back, she was smiling as she got to her feet. "You don't have to be afraid, Jareth," she murmured. She brought her hands up to the ties of her blouse, her nimble fingers undoing the knots in smooth motions. 

Jareth's mouth fell open in astonishment as she undid the first bow, then the second, not stopping to pause. "W-What are you doing?" He asked in shock. 

"I am not like the women you have known," Raina informed him as she continued unlacing her blouse. "Romani women are taught from childhood about the ways of men and women. When our blood flow begins, we are considered as women among my people." 

The last bow came free, and the fabric of her shirt was hanging open slightly, exposing a strip of skin from her neck to her bellybutton. She reached up and gripped a flap in each hand, and pulled the blouse completely open. Jareth felt the heat rising in his cheeks, for he felt he shouldn't be watching her remove her shirt from her body. But her body was everything he had imagined it to be. His gaze traveled over the lush, round melons of her breast and the rounded contours of her belly. Raina looked at him squarely, bringing her hands up to cup the mounds for his view, their hardened rosy tips peeking out from between her overflowing fingers in challenge. 




In the Cards



I am a scientist and a skeptic. I take logic and reason seriously. When I watch old Star Trek episodes, I most admire Mr. Spock for his relentless logic and endless fascination. I don't care for Data from the Next Generation because while he enjoyed the nearly-perfect reasoning of a futuristic android, he suffered from Pinocchio syndrome, always wanting to be a real boy and embrace the panoply of a full gamut of emotions. I embraced the study of analytic philosophy. The world is all that is the case.

I'm telling you this because I feel like it is important for you to understand my skeptical attitude as I tell you this tale. I am not some astrological dope who believes that the spirits and the stars and the cosmic vibrations are responsible for one jot or tiddle of my life's journey. I scoff at the power of pyramids and crystals and chi and any other inane voodooistic approach to living. Crap like that makes me angry. I hold the irrational in complete disdain. As I said, and would emphasize again, I am a scientist.

It was a Tuesday night in a bar in North Dallas when I met Rhiannon. She wasn't what I would normally call my kind of woman. She had a disheveled quality, as though she was in a rush when she left and threw on whatever clothes she could lay her hands on. Her dark eyes seemed to stare past me as I sat down beside her and bought her a drink. Rings overpopulated her fingers and made tiny clinking sounds as she tapped the wooden edge of the bar. Her voice was low and quiet, as though she was always telling a secret.

"The problem's all inside your head, you see."

As things stand, I'm ashamed that I sat down next to Rhiannon and bought her a drink. I'm a happily married man, or at least, I am now. At the time, I was indeed married but I wasn't really very happy. I wasn't unhappy, either, but more like dissatisfied. My marriage to Kay had gone soft. We didn't communicate any more. Somewhere between the exuberance of our beginning and the time in question, we had forgotten how to talk to each other. Not that we didn't talk, because we did, but we didn't talk about important things. We didn't talk about sex.

An embarrassed silence hung between us like a shadowy curtain. I could see her but I couldn't reach her. Sometimes it seemed like Kay wanted to talk to me, but every start stopped just as quickly. And then we would sit, in a silent shame, wanting to say things we couldn't bring ourselves to say. We forgot how to communicate.

This had been going on for years, by the time I met Rhiannon. I sat down next to the witchy woman and coolly began to chat her up. Despite my inability to talk to Kay, I was a charming bloke, when I turned it on. Rhiannon seemed to enjoy my banter and it flowed from me with subtle provocation. If I wasn't careful, I would be seducing her. I had no intention of being careful.

I don't know when I started explaining my problems with Kay to Rhiannon. It isn't entirely smooth, telling a strange woman in a bar about your problems with your wife, but it seemed to just come out of me.

"Let me give you a reading," she said, taking my hand and leading me to a dark booth in the back of the saloon. I shrugged my shoulders skeptically. Who was I to say "no" to a beautiful woman?

"The cards never lie," she said. I repressed a scoff out of deference to her. Normally, I would have loudly expressed my distaste for such nonsense, but there was something about Rhiannon, a feeling I got from her, that reined my rude inclinations. Besides, I thought, if I didn't indulge her mystical foolishness, there was no way she'd let me fondle her boobies. Beneath her loose cotton blouse, I could tell this woman had succulent tits. So I played along.

I'm really not sure what happened next. Rhiannon laid an assortment of large colorful cards over the table. She handled the cards like a hustler from a New Orleans riverboat, flipping and rotating them confidently in her long-fingered hands.

"I see a woman," she said in her deep sultry tone. "I see a woman sitting alone and she's sad."

"Kay," I interjected.

"Exactly," said Rhiannon. "You see here, Kay is sad because the words have left her. She cannot find her tongue."

"Fascinating."

"Yes. There is passion trapped within this woman, passion that must find release. She cannot open, see this here, this is the secret she has locked inside her, a secret that consumes her, a secret that she is powerless to reveal on her own."

"That's terrible."

"It is terrible. But there is a man."

"She has a lover?" I said, growing suddenly angry.

"She has an un-lover. There is a man she loves, who cannot reach her."

"Who is he?"

"She will not speak his name. She cannot. All she can do is nurse her passion for the man."

"Is it me?"

"She cannot say."

"Or Doug. I she in love with Doug?"

"She cannot say."

"I'll bet it is Doug. She has always liked Doug."

"There is a way."

"Tell me," I said, rising to my feet, ready to run, if need be.

"Sit," she commanded and I obeyed. "There is a way."

"Tell me."

"Go to her. She will be sitting on a sofa, or perhaps a chair, working on something that she holds in her lap."

"You're right. She probably is."

"Sit beside her. Take what she holds in her hands and lay it aside. Hold her hands in yours. Look into her eyes."

"Sure." 

"Then softly say these words to her." Rhiannon cast a look around the room, making certain no one else would hear. Drawing close to me, she whispered.

I repeated the incantation in the same soft tone.

"Exactly," she said. "Now go."

I left at once. Driving through the darkness, I repeated the words. It all seemed so crazy. How could a brief sentence end our misery? The skeptic in me returned full force. What was I thinking, listening to this gypsy nonsense? Of course, none of this would work. It was madness.

Even so, when I opened the door to our house and stepped inside, I found Kay sitting on the sofa, exactly as Rhiannon has predicted. There was a book in her hand and she barely looked up from it as I stumbled into the room.

I sat down beside her and took the book from her hand.

"Hey," she said, "I was reading that."

"Shh," I said, taking her hand. I leaned over to my wife and whispered the words I had been given by Rhiannon. Kay's eyes opened wide. All at once, she kissed me. All at once, all our troubles ended.

I don't know how she did it. Rhiannon, I mean. I don't know how she knew what would happen when I did what she told me. None of it makes any sense. I guess our destiny was all in the cards.



In the Cards



Many thanks to whoredinarygirl for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

*

"Whew!" said Forrest. He could barely speak. He looked away from the flat screen at the others and saw they were equally out of breath. He wondered if his face was just as red.

"I heard it was graphic," said Selena, "but I didn't believe my friend when she guaranteed it would turn us on."

"You told me there would be a part where two couples watched each other having sex at the same time, but I didn't think they wouldn't be in the same room," said Reba. "For me, that made it even hotter, when the couples saw each other without them really being together, and it made their own sex even more intense."

"Where did that come from?" said Malcom.

"Canada, I think," said Selena.

Forrest got up, turned around and adjusted his pants.

His wife laughed. "Are they a little tight, Forrest?" Selena asked.

"I think we should be going," he said.

Yes! thought Malcolm. He was hoping Forrest and Selena would leave as soon as possible. "This was a great idea, girls," he said. "The dinner you cooked was better than a restaurant and this movie was more exciting than anything at a theater. Thank you for a wonderful evening."

"Not so fast, boys," said Reba. "The evening isn't over. We know you have one thing on your minds right now and we have the same thing on our minds, but we are going to up the ante. Selena, please push the coffee table out of the way while I set up the card table. Boys, would you please bring in four chairs from the dining room."

When all four of them were sitting at the table, Selena said, "We're going to play a simple game of strip poker. Everyone gets five cards and can throw in and draw as many as he or she wants to improve his or her hand. No betting. After we all have our final hands, we lay them down, and the loser takes off a piece of clothing."

"And once someone loses all of his or her clothes," said Reba, "if he or she loses again, it goes to truth or dare. When we're done, we all go to bed -- no, not together. Selena packed up for her and Forrest to spend the night here. The guest room next to our master bedroom is all ready. We're not going to watch each other, like in the movie, but Selena and I decided that we're going to leave both doors open, so everybody can hear everybody else and imagine things that may or may not be happening."

"Wow!" said Malcolm. "How did you ever think up something like this, Reba? I had no idea your minds could be as dirty as ours."

"We got to thinking maybe our sex lives needed some spicing up," said Selena. "Reba and I have been pretty private about what we do in bed, and as close as we are, we never talked about it. But then we decided maybe we needed to be more open to other things. We'll tell you how we got the idea later, but let's get started.

"Oh, I forgot one thing. Just so nobody gets all uptight, each time somebody loses, he or she is going to do a shot before taking off any clothes. Bring that little side table and that big bottle of bourbon over here, please, Forrest. Look at the label. I think you and Malcolm both like it."

"Yes, we do," he said after picking it up, "but you and Reba don't. You're always telling us the flavor is too strong for you."

"You're right," said Selena, "but we're going to put up with it tonight. However, because our bodies are smaller, we're only going to do half a shot while you guys do a whole one. Any objections?"

"Not from me," said Forrest.

"Nor me," said Malcolm.

"Then I think we're ready to begin," said Reba. "Why don't you shuffle and cut, Malcolm, and I'll deal."

As the game progressed, the men began getting drunk. They saw their wives didn't pour themselves even half a glass but just a thimble full when it was their turn to take off a piece of clothing. Each time they did it, Reba and Selena held up the glass and waved it around in the men's faces to show them what they were drinking. The men didn't object to how little the women were drinking, and after a while, they were so far gone, they had a hard time putting words together anyway.

The first one who showed something private was Selena. She was down to her bra and panties when she lost, and when she took off her bra, Malcolm whistled loudly. 

"Shake them," said Reba, and Selena giggled and shook them. Malcolm's eyes were bugging out of his head.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, Malcolm," said Reba with a laugh, "and tell me what you think."

"I think Forrest is crazy," he said. "He gets to see the most amazing knockers every night at home, so why should he --"

"Shut up, Malcolm," said Forrest. "You know Reba's are even sexier. I've seen her at the beach in her bikini and I have to turn over because I get a huge hard-on. You are the luckiest man I know."

"Thank you, Forrest," said Reba. "I didn't know you felt that way."

"Finish what you were saying, Malcolm" said Selena. "Why should Forrest what? And why do you think he's crazy?"

Malcolm looked at Forrest, who was trying to look nonchalant instead of angry, but not succeeding. He then looked at the girls whose eyes were focused on him like lasers. He tried to think.

"I'm sorry," he said slowly, trying to concentrate to pick out the right words. His mind was moving slowly, and it was hard. His voice was slurred. "I didn't mean crazy. I meant lucky. Forrest is lucky because Selena has such beautiful breasts, there's no reason for him to look at another woman. Are you angry I said that, Reba?"

"Not at all, Malcolm," she said. "And I hope Selena's not angry about what Forrest said about me. I think every man thinks the grass is greener anywhere but home. I'm not jealous that you like Selena's breasts more than mine as long as other men continue to stare at me whenever I go by. Besides, even though I'm not turned on by women, I think Selena's are beautiful, too. And she's a beautiful person, too."

"Now you're making me cry," said Selena as she leaned over and hugged Reba. "You're the best friend anyone could have. You're worth a dozen of anyone else in the world." Both women were now hugging and crying.

"What's going on?" asked Malcolm, frowning. "I thought this was supposed to be sexy. That's not sexy at all."

The women got up and went to the kitchen. The men heard them crying a little, then talking softly. In a minute they were back and drying their eyes with tissues.

"Sorry, guys," said Reba. "Maybe it's the booze that got us all emotional, but we promise that won't happen again. Whose turn is it to shuffle?"

When Forrest lost his boxers, the girls told him he had to stand up and turn around slowly so they could see everything, and when Selena lost her panties she had to do the same. She and the two men were naked now, but Reba still had her bra and panties on when Forrest lost again. When Selena saw this, she smiled broadly and looked at Reba, who was looking at Malcolm with a serious expression.

"You're the loser, Forrest," Selena said, turning to him. "So it's time for truth or dare. I think it will be more fun if the women choose the dares for the men and the men choose the dares for the women, so think about that before you decide. What embarrassing thing could Reba or I make you do? Or would you rather choose truth?"

"Truth," said Forrest.

"Are you sure," she said.

"Yes," he said.

"Final decision?" she said.

"Final decision," he said.

Selena took a deep breath. "OK, Forrest, tell me the truth. What have you been doing with the cash bonuses you've been getting since January?"

The smile quickly disappeared from Forrest's face. His head turned to look at Malcolm, whose head turned just as quickly to look away from Forrest.

There was silence in the room for a minute.

"Are you going to tell me the truth, Forrest?" Selena said after a while. Her voice was soft but icy. She turned to Reba and nodded a couple of times, before she turned back to Forrest. He was frozen and there was fear in his eyes. Malcolm was looking down at the table and wouldn't lift his head.

"Thanks, Reba," said Selena as Reba handed her a glass. "Reba has fixed you up a stronger drink," said Selena, "in case you need it to hear what I'm going to say now. Do you want it?"

Forrest almost snatched it from her hand and began swallowing the whiskey.

"Slow down, Forrest," said Selena. "You probably wish there was enough in there to pass out, but there's not.

"You broke the rules of the game, Forrest. You chose truth, but you won't tell the truth. So the game is going to change now. No more truth or dare. From now on, there is no choice. It's all forfeits -- for everybody. When a man loses, one of us will decide. And to make it fair, one of you will pick a forfeit for us when we lose -- even though we are prepared to tell the truth. Do you have any objections, Malcolm? This isn't fair to you, because you haven't had a chance to tell the truth yet. Are you ready to tell the truth? We'll make it easy for you. Even though it's supposed to be a surprise, Reba will tell you what she's going to ask you the next time you lose."

"Lift your head up and look at me, Malcolm," said Reba. "Here's a stronger drink for you, too, if you want it. I see you do. My question for you will be the same one Selena asked Forrest. But you knew that already, didn't you, Malcolm? I don't want the answer now, because you haven't lost yet. So you have the final say on whether we switch from truth or dare to forfeits.

"If you're prepared to tell the truth, we'll continue this game and only Forrest will have to do forfeits. But if you're going to do the same thing as Forrest, I'm warning you I'll make your forfeit harder, because we gave you this chance to play by the rules."

Malcolm took another swallow from his drink and spoke. His voice was raspy. "Forfeits," he said.

"Thanks for saving us some time," said Reba. 

"What is this all about?" said Forrest in a frightened voice.

"That's a truth question, and we're no longer playing that game," said Selena, "but I'll answer it anyway. This is all about Cancun. Yes, don't look so confused. It's about Cancun.

"When we each celebrated our fourth anniversary you told me and Malcolm told Reba we were all going together on a luxury vacation to Cancun to celebrate our fifth anniversaries since they are just a month apart. Reba and I started planning last December. We were putting together an amazing trip for the four of us, and then both of you told us in May that there wasn't enough money, and that since January your salaries had been cut and the commission rate was frozen.

"You told us that when you promised the trip, you didn't know about the cuts and you hoped things would change during the year, but the economy was still slow and there wasn't going to be enough money, so instead we were going on a cheap cruise to Mexico. You have no idea how upset we were, but we didn't let on, because after all, it wasn't your fault, and we didn't want to act like spoiled bitches.

"I guess my sister noticed how low I was because she kept asking if everything was all right and finally I broke down and told her how disappointed we were. She had a funny reaction. She said that even though she got Forrest the interview for the job and she didn't know how the sales department operated, she couldn't believe that they would pull something like that on their two top salesmen.

"She told me everyone in the company knew that you and Malcolm had become friends because one of you usually finished first or second in each sales competition, and she said that the company would be stupid to de-motivate you that way and risk your leaving for a competitor. She said she'd check into it.

"The next day, she called and said that it was all true, the lower base salary and the frozen commissions, and she was sorry."

"But the day afterward, she called, and she was very excited. She told me, she had mentioned to the executive she reports to that she heard about the sales department policies and thought they might drive some of the top performers out of the company. That's when she learned about the bonuses.

"When the cuts were made, she told me, the top producers each week started getting large bonuses. The idea was that the best salesmen would win often enough that their income wouldn't be affected and might even increase. Only the weak salesmen would be affected by the cuts, and if they left, that was all right. She said she couldn't understand why you and Malcolm hadn't won your share of the weekly competitions, but she would do some more checking.

"The day after that, her voice sounded strange when she called. She said that either Malcolm or you had won the competitions two out of every three weeks since January. When she asked why the money hadn't shown up on their paychecks, she was told that was because both of you had requested the bonuses in cash.

"At first, Reba and I were relieved. Since we pay all the bills and keep track of the budgets, we figured you guys were planning a surprise. One night when we went to the theater together, Reba mentioned that Malcolm had to work late that night, and I said that by coincidence you were working late, too. That led to wondering if the late appointments were helping you win the contests, because they seemed to happen three or four times a month now for each of you.

"When we talked about how often you had worked late, something was funny. The first two nights we could think of, both of you had worked late. When we got home, we looked at our calendars and then spoke on the phone. We found out that every night you had worked late, Malcolm had also worked late. We decided that was an awfully big coincidence.

"So the next time you called me to tell me you'd be late, I called Reba and found out Malcolm was going to be late, too. She stayed home, but I went to your office and saw you both drive out of the parking structure. I followed Malcolm to the Mares and Stallions club and saw you enter after he did, and then I went home and called Reba.

"The next time you both worked late, Reba and I were ready. We had talked to the gay couple who lives next door to Reba. They had become close friends, and they were glad to help us. The men were our dates, and we arrived at the Mares and Stallions early while you were still at the office. We found a dark corner with a good view of the entrance. I guess you go to the same club each time. I understand the women there are the most beautiful in the city and the club is the most expensive.

"We saw you watching some of the pole dancing as women kept approaching you, and then you each picked one and went upstairs. We hired a couple of the others to take us upstairs and give our dates lap dances while we watched. It turned out that wasn't an unusual request. We paid them to show us the dirtiest things they were allowed to do, and we were shocked. It wasn't intercourse, but it was almost everything else. We realized you both were in nearby booths getting the same treatment.

"So that's what this is all about, Forrest. We can't have Cancun, but we can have revenge. This game was set up to humiliate and hurt you and Malcolm at least as much as you've done to us. Now it's time for your first forfeit. Malcolm is going to sit on the couch and be the customer, and you're going to do a really sexy lap dance for him. I paid one of the girls at Mares and Stallions to show me all the different moves and tell me what the men call each one, and I filmed her. I've been watching the video a lot to learn everything. As I watched her, I was thinking each of you might have been one of her customers. So I will be instructing you on how to move your body and what to do with your hands and mouth, Forrest. We even have some music cued up for you to dance to. The only thing we have to do first is put some makeup on you."

"I'm not doing this," said Forrest. He had finished his large drink and was barely intelligible, but his words were emphatic.

"Oh yes you are," said Selena. "Those are the rules of the game, and you are in no shape to violate them. You need to sit there and not move while I apply the makeup. I think I can make your face really look like a woman, or at least a drag queen. No don't try to get up."

He tried anyway, and Selena slapped him hard across his face and easily pushed him back down. "I'm warning you," she said, starting to cry. "Slapping is only the beginning. I'm prepared to spank you, too. Yes, you can see we have some bright lights turned on now and Reba is filming everything. I don't want to hurt you, just humiliate you, but if I have to, I'll even twist your balls. In the shape you're in, you can't stop me. So sit still."

After she did his makeup, she brought him to the couch and turned on the music. Then she began telling him what to do like an aerobics instructor, except what he had to do was pleasure Malcolm. Whenever he didn't follow her instructions, she would smack him hard on the buttocks, and soon his cheeks were bright red. She didn't stop until he began making the moves she told him to make. Even then, it was difficult, because he was staggering and falling, sometimes on Malcolm who shrank back from Forrest every time he got near.

After a while, Forrest stopped resisting and just followed instructions. Despite both men being horrified, the rubbing and stroking by Forrest seemed to give them huge erections. "Look, Reba, they really like each other," shouted Selena above the music. Following Selena's instructions, Forrest gradually excited Malcolm so much that it looked like he was about to explode. Selena turned off the music and led Forrest back to the table while Reba led Malcolm back.

"You really turned each other on," said Selena and both girls laughed. "We have to be honest. We put a lot of Viagra into each of those large drinks. Your whiskey is so strong you couldn't taste it. You're going to be aroused for a few hours. The videos will be much more exciting with your big things sticking out like that. It should be really humiliating."

"We don't want to take advantage of you while you're both so drunk, so from now on, we're not going to play poker hands. You might make mistakes playing your hands and think we're cheating. So the game is going to be even simpler. Malcolm will shuffle, and Forrest will pick four cards and give one to each of us face down. We'll turn them over and the low card loses. If there's a tie, it will go by the suits, from spades to hearts to diamonds to clubs."

The next two hands were lost by Reba, and now she was as naked as the others. Then Selena lost.

"Go ahead, Forrest, get your revenge," she said. "What do I have to do?"

Malcolm was sitting next to Forrest staring at the women. Forrest didn't seem to know what to say. Malcom leaned over and whispered into his ear. "No," said Forrest. "Really? Oh, I get it. OK."

He looked at the women for a second and then a strange grin came across his face. "OK, Selena," he said, talking slowly and laboriously, "your forfeit is that you and Reba have to 69. And you can't just do a couple of licks. You each have to make the other one come."

Both women screamed, and Selena's hand shot out and slapped Forrest across the face again. She didn't wipe his smile off.

"You can't do that," she said. "I could have made you dance until Malcolm came all over you, but I stopped the music before that happened. I was expecting something pretty bad from you, like making me give him a lap dance and letting him come on my face. That would be totally degrading, but I'd force myself to do it. In fact, I'll do anything else you tell me to do, but you can't make me have sex with Reba. That's not in the rules."

"There's nothing in the rules that says I can't ask for that," he said. "But wait, did you just tell me you'd be willing to do anything else?"




In the Cards



"Don't answer that, Selena!" Reba screamed. "I need to talk to you in the kitchen, right now!"

"Wait!" said Forrest. "You don't have to do what I just said. You already humiliated Malcolm and me. If you want to end the game right now, we are fine with that, right Malcolm?"

"Right," he said. "You wouldn't need to do your forfeit, Selena."

"We're going in the kitchen right now, Selena," yelled Reba as she got up quickly and almost dragged her friend away. The men heard the sounds of arguing through the closed door, before it became silent. When the women came back, their faces were hard with anger.

"I'm sorry for slapping you just now, Forrest," said Selena through gritted teeth. "I apologize and hope you'll forgive me. It seems you and Malcolm came up with that forfeit because you want to end the game. Well, Reba and I talked it over, and we don't think we've paid you back enough yet for screwing up Cancun. So we want to keep playing.

"Since you are involving both of us in this forfeit, you've changed the game. Now it's teams. Reba and I are going to do what you guys want, and you are going to do what we want the next time we win.

"We are going through four more hands after Reba and I finish doing our forfeit. At the end of the fourth hand and the fourth forfeit, one of three things will happen. If you guys want to stop, you will have a different kind of forfeit. Your forfeit will be that you will both have to work extra hard the rest of the year, because you are taking us to Cancun. 

"If we want to stop, then we'll go on the cheap Mexican cruise with you and never bring up the lap dances again -- that is, unless we find out that you ever go back to Mares and Stallions or any other club like that. That will show us that you really don't respect our marriages and we might as well see a lawyer.

"If both sides are willing to go on after four more forfeits, then we'll continue playing until one side gives up. Any questions?"

"Forget it, Selena," said Forrest. "Let's just stop while you're ahead. This is stupid."

"Don't talk to me about stupid, Forrest," she said. "Reba, let's do this on the big couch here. I'm going to get a sheet to put over it. Do you prefer the top or the bottom? Don't be afraid. We're going to laugh about this in Cancun. OK, you want the bottom. Don't cry or you're going to make me cry, too."

They got into position, but neither woman moved. Their faces were expressionless. They looked more like robots than women. Finally, Selena spoke.

"Don't look at them. Yes, the pigs are filming us. I can imagine their eyes are bugging out of their heads. OK, I'll start. I'm sorry I made you jump like that when I licked you. Just relax and let's get this over with. Tell me when you're ready for me to lower my vagina. Meanwhile, I'll just pleasure you like this. OK, sure you're ready? Now I feel your mouth pushed against my vagina. It's closed, but that's fine. Maybe you can just rub your closed mouth on me and make me come. Whatever you want to do is OK. I know you're a lot more scared than I am.

"You're opening up to me, Reba. You know, you're beautiful down there, too. You really are. I don't mind doing this as much as I thought I would. I thought it would be disgusting, but even though it's still humiliating having the men watch us, I feel kind of excited. Oooooh. That was your tongue, wasn't it? Oh my god! That feels so good, Reba. I wasn't sure you could make me come, but now I know you will. What are you doing in there with your beautiful tongue? It's not fair. I'm getting all the pleasure. OK, I'm going to shut up now and try to do what you're doing. Oh my god. What did you do there? What's happening to me?"

It took less than 10 minutes for both women to lose control, and their sounds and bodies showed they were lost in passion. When they stopped, Selena got off of Reba and leaned over her and kissed her hard. When she broke the kiss, she said, "Please, don't say anything."

The women returned to the table. Their faces were red, and so were the men's. Selena inspected the men thoroughly. "Good," she said, "you didn't come. Time to play."

Two cards were turned over, and the men lost. "We already decided on your forfeits," said Reba. "This one is to have Malcolm give Forrest a blow job and swallow his come."

The men didn't act surprised. "We talked it over while you were doing each other on the couch," said Forrest in a voice that sounded meek. "We give up. We'll do whatever it takes so we can all go to Cancun. So the game is over."

"You weren't listening, Forrest," said Selena. "You can agree to that after the next three forfeits, whether you win them or we do. But we need to watch you two do this, and then we have three more chances to humiliate you after that."

"Well, we're not going to do it, and you can't make us," said Malcolm.

"That's what you think," said Reba. "You may not cooperate, but all that booze and Viagra you swallowed will help us. Give me a hand with Malcolm, Selena. I have an idea. Let's get him stretched out on the floor. If he doesn't lie still, I'll bounce on his stomach a few times until he's quiet."

After much struggling, they had Malcolm lying on his back on the floor. Forrest watched them from the couch, swaying drunkenly from side to side. When they came for him, he went limp, and they had a hard time getting him into position. They were breathing hard by the time they moved him on top of Malcolm so the two men were facing and then dragged him up Malcolm's body until Forrest's hard penis was by Malcolm's mouth.

They put some pillows under Malcolm's head to lift it up, and now the hard penis was pushing against his lips. They pinched Malcolm's nostrils shut until he had to open his mouth, and Forrest's penis jumped into it. Malcolm's frightened eyes were darting in all directions.

"OK, what now?" said Selena. "We have them in position, but how are we going to make Malcolm suck and Forrest push in and out to get this happening?"

"I don't know" said Reba. "We could squeeze their balls or start slapping and spanking them, but I don't want to hurt them or give them an opening to hurt us. Let me think about this."

"What's that?" said Selena, and both the women turned around and looked at the men. They saw that Malcolm was screaming but the sound was muffled. While they had looked away to discuss strategy, Forrest had managed to get his penis out of Malcolm's mouth, but the effort exhausted him, and as he was trying to get up, he slid down onto Malcolm's face.

"No you don't," said Reba, and Selena put Forrest back in position. This time Malcolm opened his mouth without being forced.

"What do you think Malcolm was screaming about?" said Reba.

"I think it was because when Forrest slid on top of him, Forrest's ass was on top of his mouth," said Selena. "That would make me scream, too."

"I have an idea," said Reba. "Follow me to the bathroom."

The women left. When they came back, the men hadn't moved.

"OK, guys," said Reba. "We talked this over. Depending on what Malcolm chooses, we can end this right now. We told you what the forfeit was, but both of you are not playing by the rules, and we're finding it difficult to make the forfeit happen.

"So if Malcolm won't agree to give Forrest a blowjob, we've got another forfeit that we know will work. See these boxes. A couple of years ago, I had a scare, and I had to have a doctor do an exam that required me to have an enema before I went in. When I went to the drugstore, I saw the enema kits were on sale for half-price, so I bought a half-dozen. I don't know why, because I've never used one again. So here they are.

"How this will work is we're going to use this syringe type thing to squeeze all of the prep solution from one of the kits into Forrest, and then we're going to move him over to where he was just a minute ago, with his anus right on top of your mouth, Malcolm. Then we're going to put the nose clip I use when I go swimming on your nose, so you won't be able to breathe through it. I'll hold Forrest to make sure he doesn't move, and Selena will be filming.

"You'll keep your mouth shut as long as possible, but because of the nose clip, you'll eventually have to open it and try to breathe around Forrest's anus. Meanwhile, Forrest will try to hold back, but eventually the chemical will make his anus start spasming and releasing everything inside him into your mouth. You'll have to swallow fast to keep from drowning in the filthy stuff. I'll take off your nose clip then, and the stuff will probably go up your nose, too. The smell and taste will be horrible. We can't think of anything more degrading for Malcolm than watching Forrest do this to him and being unable to stop him. And Forrest will be almost as humiliated because he won't be able to control himself as he does this to his friend.

"We agree that this is pretty extreme, so the game will be over, and we will clean both of you up, and Forrest and Selena will go home. We know you guys will have a hard time ever looking at each other after this. The four of us may never get together again, and we know you will hate us for what we did, but we hope that maybe some marriage counseling will help us get past this. We'll forget about the trip to Cancun and the cheap cruise, too.

"So it's your call, Malcolm. Tell us if you agree to cooperate or you'd rather have Forrest's ass spewing into your mouth."

The room was so still you could have heard a pin drop. Both men and women seemed to be holding their breath. Reba broke the silence. "OK, Selena, I guess Malcolm prefers it this way. I see Forrest is trying to move. Hold him as still as you can while I inject the enema solution."

"No!" screamed Malcolm.

Reba paused. "That's not good enough, Malcolm," she said. "You have to tell us what your decision is."

"I'll do it," he said and broke down crying.

"Thank God!" said Reba. "You have to believe me, Malcolm. I really didn't want to do this. I'm so thankful you agreed."

"So am I," said Selena. "Now let's get this finished. Help me get Forrest off Malcolm and sitting on the couch, Reba."

Forrest had trouble sitting straight because he was so far gone. Reba sat down next to him and tried to steady him.

"OK, Malcolm, I've moved this thick throw rug over by the couch. I want you to kneel on it between Forrest's legs." Malcolm followed her instructions. He also had trouble moving, but finally he was in position. His eyes were wide and he was trembling with fear.

"To make this easier, Macolm, all you have to do is just take it in your mouth as far as you can and begin sucking. Keep your hands on the floor and just use your head. We want to see a lot of Forrest's penis inside you, but you don't have to deep throat. And you don't have to move your head. We'll take care of that. Just suck as hard as you can. Got it?

"There, that's it. You've got plenty of it in your mouth and the Viagra is helping you because it got hard right away. Now start sucking. Don't be afraid. We've done this for you guys many times -- it's not fun -- and it isn't the end of the world. OK, lift your head up and let the penis come out until you've finished gagging. That's it. Calm down. OK, now take it in your mouth again. Fine. Now start sucking.

"We're waiting, Malcolm, If you've decided to stop cooperating, we're going back to the other plan, and this time, we'll finish it. That's good. Suck harder. I want to see those cheeks caving in. Good. Now just keep sucking. You know what to do now, Reba."

Reba leaned over and took one of Forrest's hands in each of hers and placed them around Malcolm's head. Then with her hands over Forrest's she forced him to hold Malcolm's head and began moving it up and down on Forrest's swollen penis. Malcolm began making gagging sounds again, but after a while, he stopped.

"That looks great," said Selena. "Just hold his head loosely and move it slowly, Forrest. Don't speed up. We want to see you enjoy Malcolm's mouth sucking you and moving up and down on you. Reba will guide your hands into the rhythm and then once the movement is smooth, she'll take her hands away. But you just keep holding Malcolm's head gently and guide it up and down on you like you're doing now. Now Reba is going to move away so she can watch her husband blowing you.

"Now tousle Malcolm's hair a little, Forrest. Come on. You need to cooperate or you know what we'll do. Just run your fingers through his hair affectionately as you are guiding him. That's the way. This is going to look so good on the video, the way you two are doing this together so affectionately. It's like you've been lovers for years.

"Oh, I see you're starting to get a little overstimulated, Forrest. Don't lose control. Just keep Malcolm's head moving slowly on you as he sucks. OK, if you want, you can increase the pace just a little.

"I think you're starting to get out of control, Forrest. It looks like you've tightened your grip and are moving Malcolm's head much faster. I think Malcolm realizes you are about to come because he's trying to get free of your hands, but now you've got a strong hold on his head and you won't let him go.

"Wow! You are really moving his head fast now. I don't think it will be long. There, that sound from Malcolm said it all. You're filling his mouth, and we can see some if it leaking out the side. And it looks like some of it went up his nose, too, because it's coming out his nostrils. You really had a big load, didn't you? And you're still going and haven't let Malcolm's head stop moving. I see he's stopped sucking, but that's OK, because he's got to concentrate on swallowing your stuff to keep from drowning in it.

"OK, you're starting to breathe normally again, Forrest. You can let Malcolm's head go, and hand it to Reba, who's kneeling next to him now. See how she's grasping it firmly and looking into Malcolm's eyes as she quickly pulls his head back and down into her lap. Because his chin is high in the air, he has to swallow everything left in his mouth. We hear the gulps in between his sobs. He's really crying hard now. There, I think he got everything down. We're finished.

"Let's all rest up now before we turn the next cards over."

When the two cards were turned over, the women had won again. "This time, the two of you are going all the way." said Reba, "and since Malcolm was on the receiving end last time, he will be the one putting his penis into Forrest this time.

"Forrest, you're trying to get away, but don't bother. You can barely move, so I'm having no trouble pulling you down onto the rug. You're on your back, so I'll bounce on your stomach a few times like this until you're winded and helpless. There, I think that should do it. Now help me roll Forrest over, Reba. 

"Good. He's on his stomach. This will be a lot easier than last time. OK, help me push these pillows under his stomach. One more. There. He looks great with his butt high in the air like that. Now, I'm going to push this thick lube into him with a couple of fingers. I'm pushing a lot in there, Forrest, because we don't want you to be hurt. You're really squirming, Forrest, and I'm only using two fingers. Malcolm is much bigger than my skinny fingers.

"There, that should be plenty of lube. Now let's get Malcolm over here. Help me drape him over Forrest. That's it. OK, let's step back and take a look. It's looking good so far.

"OK, Reba, reach down and start stroking your husband. There, it didn't take long for that big thing to get hard as a rock. Now let's lift Malcolm and move him until we've got it pushing up against Forrest's anus. Forrest can't move because of the pillows and Malcolm's weight on top of him, so it shouldn't be hard.

"That's it. We've got it right at the bullseye. It's pushing hard, but Forrest has tightened his anal muscles and won't welcome it. We need Malcolm to make a big push to get in. That's the way, Reba. Push his buttocks. That's increasing the pressure, but it's still not enough. What are you saying? Did you say, 'Watch!'?" OK, I'll watch.

"Whoa. What was that? What a scream out of Forrest! Malcolm really slammed into him, and he couldn't stop that huge penis from bursting through. What did you do? Oh, you just stuck a finger up Malcolm's ass, and he went crazy. You have to tell me about that later. I wonder if Forrest would respond the same way. That was wild!

"OK, now that Malcolm is in, just keep pushing his butt. He's gliding into Forrest on all the lube. Push until he's all the way to his balls. Yes, do it slowly, like that, while I film Forrest's facial expressions. Do you hear his screaming? Wait until you see what he looks like on the video.

"Now that he's all the way in, grab Malcolm's waist and pull him back a little, yes, like that. Now push in again. Good. Now pull back a little further. Now push all the way in again. Keep going like that, and let's see what happens."

After about five minutes of Reba's pushing and pulling, she said, "He's starting to move with me. I don't have to work so hard anymore. That's it, Malcolm. The Viagra is telling your body you need to do this. You haven't had a release yet, and you really need one. That's it, keep on working with me like that. OK, I'm letting go of you now. Let's see if you can do it by yourself. Yes, you can. That's the way. Grab Forrest by the hips and go to town. He's really feeling it now. He's puffing and groaning, and now I see what you were talking about, Selena. He's making amazing facial expressions. His face is twisted, and his screams are like he's in some horror movie. I guess he really is because he's the star of this video."

"Oh no! You came too fast, Malcolm. We wanted to see more. But I guess you were just too stimulated. Yes, that's OK. Fall over on top of him and rest. We're filming your penis getting soft and coming out of Forrest's anus, along with a lot of your come. Your forfeit is finished, and you've done a great job. We'll rest a few minutes. Only two forfeits to go."

When it came time to turn over the cards, the men wouldn't turn theirs over. They pleaded with their wives to end the game, but the women said they wouldn't agree until two more forfeits were done. Finally, the women turned over the men's card as the men yelled "No!" and then the women laughed.

"You guys won," said Selena. "What disgusting thing are you going to make us do now?"

"Don't say anything," yelled Malcolm to Forrest. "We want to stop right now and give them Cancun."

"That's not going to happen," said Reba. "We still get one more chance after this, no matter what you decide to do."

Forrest's face was dark. "You have no idea how much my ass hurts, Malcolm. And inside, I feel like you tore up my guts. What about making them fist each other? That should give them some idea of what it feels like."

"No, shut up, Forrest," said Malcolm. "Let's give them something easy and get this over with."

"Just a minute," said Selena. "I think Forrest just asked for a forfeit, and we have the right to accept it. But I don't understand what he's talking about."

"He said 'fisting each other,'" said Reba. "What does that mean?"

The men were silent.

"Stay here, and I'll look it up," said Reba. It was 10 minutes before she returned, and her face was white. "Let's go into the kitchen, Selena," she said.

Their discussion was hushed and didn't last long before they returned. "I think you guys just made a big mistake," said Selena. "We had no idea women put their hands inside other women's vaginas. But when Reba saw some of the videos, she also saw there were videos of women putting their hands inside of men's anuses. She said there were even some videos with women putting both hands in and others where the women got their arms in up to their shoulders, and one where the woman managed to get both arms in that far.




In the Cards



"We're going to do this painful and disgusting forfeit that you asked for, but you've given us a lot more things to think about if we win the last forfeit. So while you're enjoying our agony and mortification now, I hope you'll also be thinking about what we might be able to do to you."

"What did I tell you," said Malcolm to Forrest. "Please take it back."

"Too late," said Reba. "I guess we'll do this on the rug, Selena. Let's use lots of lube and be as careful as we can. Let me know whenever you want me to stop."

It took the women 20 minutes of hysterical screaming and sobbing to each get one hand all the way into the other's vagina, and although they tried to be slow and careful, pulling the hands out hurt even more. They lay on the carpet exhausted and crying for a few minutes. Then they embraced, kissed and dried their tears with some tissues.

"OK, this is the last hand," said Selena. "I'm calling it that even though we're just turning cards over, because I'm sure that whoever loses is going to be doing something that involves hands, and I'm also sure that those hands are going to be involved with anuses. Isn't that right, Forrest and Malcolm?"

The two men had been talking quietly while they were watching the women torture each other, and now both of them began speaking loud and fast. They were pleading and begging and asking for forgiveness. Their eyes were wild and their voices were desperate. The women let them talk until they heard them say that if their wives really loved them, they would stop the game now.

When they stopped for a moment to catch their breath, Selena said, "OK, stop. Reba and I are going into the kitchen now to talk this over."

This conference lasted nearly 10 minutes. When they came back, both women were smiling. "You convinced us you were sincere," said Selena, "but we know you are good at lying, too. So we are going to stop the game now --"

Both men gave out a big yell. "Thank you," said Forrest. "We really meant what we said."

"Not so fast," said Selena. "I didn't finish. I said we are going to stop the game now, but there are conditions. We're not going to ask for everything you offered, but we do have some demands. Maybe after you hear them, you'll change your minds and we'll turn over the last card.

"First of all, on Monday, you'll tell HR to begin adding any bonuses you get onto your paychecks, so we will see them. Reba and I will pool the money for the trip.

"Secondly, when Reba and I are booking the reservations for Cancun, we're going to upgrade everything, including making the flights first class. It's going to take a lot more money, but we know if you book more evening and weekend appointments, you'll not only get more commissions, but one of you will probably win the bonus every week. That extra money should cover everything. For our part, we promise to show you our appreciation for working so hard when you come to bed."

"A lot of good that will do us," said Malcolm with bitterness in his voice. "We'll be so exhausted that we won't have the energy to do anything."

"You're probably right," said Selena. "And when you come home late, we'll probably be asleep, and since we also go to work in the morning, you aren't going to wake us."

"While you are working late, we're going to be busy, too. We're going to edit all the videos from tonight and give you a copy of the final production. You probably won't want to watch the parts that involve the two of you, but we noticed that the things you made us do really got you aroused. So when you come home exhausted and horny, you can put the disk in your computers and whack yourselves off while you watch Reba and me. That may be the only sex you get until Cancun.

"Reba, don't say anything now. I didn't talk to her about about this next part, but I'm not ashamed to say it in front of everyone. Because of what happened between Reba and me earlier, my mind has opened up to some things I would have never imagined before tonight. Like, the idea of she and I making more videos for our husbands to watch while they whack off excites me enormously. Not the ugly painful stuff we did just now, but earlier -- well, you know. Right now, Reba, I just want you to think about it. If my idea is disgusting to you, forget it. But if you decide to give it a try, we'll take our time and do it right.

"As for tonight, we aren't done. Each couple will go to a bedroom and leave the door open like we talked about before. The Viagra will keep you aroused for at least three more hours and we intend to make use of the time. First, we're going to have sex. Since you are both not able to move much, we're going to ride you and see how many times we can all come until everyone is sore.

"But when we've had enough and get off of you, you'll still be hard, and you're not going to get any rest. We're going to use our hands and lube to keep you going until the Viagra wears off. By that time, your penises are going to be red and raw and maybe even bleeding a little, but you'll still be coming. We want you to remember tonight.

"There's one more thing. At one point, Reba and I will switch bedrooms, and each of us will fist the other's husband. The reason we're switching is we might hesitate on our own husband, but I'm not going to worry about how angry Malcolm gets, and Reba won't worry about Forrest."

"Wait," said Malcolm. "You promised us the game was over."

"Yes," said Selena, "it is over. We are giving up a chance to win the final forfeit. If you'd rather, we can still turn over the cards. You might win. But if we win, each of you will be fisting the other. We'll find a way to force you. You've got much larger hands than we do and you are drunk. If you make a mistake, you could tear something, and then we'd have to take you to the emergency room for stitches. That could hurt for a long time.

"Our hands are much smaller than yours -- even both of them together are still smaller than one of yours. And because you gave up, we'll only push one of our hands in up to our wrist, and we won't go in and out like we saw in the videos. We aren't drunk, so we will be especially careful to avoid any tearing. Think it over. Which do you prefer?

"Reba and I are both sorry it has come to this. When we planned this evening, we were thinking about much different kinds of embarrassment, like the makeup and the lap dance or shaving all the hair off your bodies or making each of you put on women's lingerie and then beating off in front of the camera until you came. After your humiliation, we were going to go to bed and make it up to you. We were confident you would find a way to make Cancun happen without our mentioning it again.

"We never intended for the men to do anything together after the lap dance. Once you guys began escalating things, this got out of hand and went to some disturbing places. If we could have it to do over again, we would find a different way to work out our anger over Cancun. I guess we were so upset that we couldn't think straight. But it's too late for regrets now. Things have changed for all of us tonight.

"We know you'll be exhausted from all the extra work by the time we leave for vacation, but we'll be in Cancun for almost two weeks, so we'll plan spa stuff, facials, manicures and pedicures the first couple of days while you guys catch up on your rest. After that, we promise to give you all the things we couldn't while you were working so hard. And each couple will be on their own. Our rooms are even going to be on different floors. By the time we leave Cancun, we want you both to be exhausted again, but this time with smiles on your faces."