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Lois

By: WishFull



I used to teach English at a small New England college. Single, I became attracted to Lois, a new associate professor of American history. A slender brunette with medium-length hair and shapely legs, she liked to dress in the style of the 1940s, with padded shoulders and tight skirts. Usually part of a tailored suit that fit her like a glove, these skirts went below her knees. Although some had short slits, they always kept her legs together. I began watching her from my office window as she walked across campus every afternoon at about 4.

I asked around and learned she was in her early 30s like me, was unattached, and had a master's from a prestigious women's college in the same state. One brisk autumn day I got up the nerve to run down the stairs and catch up to her as her high heels clipped along through the fallen maple leaves.

She looked so businesslike from behind, but she turned to greet me with a welcoming smile that made it easy for me to introduce myself. I said I was going the same way and thought it was about time we met. She said she knew who I was too, and had known it would be just a matter of time before our paths crossed.

I had never seen her face up close before. It was beautifully shaped — soft, yet firm. Carrying an attaché case in one hand and a shoulder bag on her other side, she was a neat, well-groomed woman who knew where she was going. But her fresh, wide smile made her green eyes sparkle with life in the here and now.

I teased her about her clothes, saying even without her first name they would have reminded me of Lois Lane. Her comeback was quick: "All I need is a Superman," she said, catching my eyes with hers for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

She said she was headed home to her apartment at the edge of the campus, and would I like to come along and have a glass of wine. I politely accepted; my spirits were high, and there was by now an electricity between the two of us as we strolled down the brick sidewalk through the trees, trading puns and other smalltalk. I tried to hide my excitement.

Her apartment was the upper floor of a duplex, tastefully decorated and adorned with houseplants — ferns, African violets, even philodendron vines that trailed along the woodwork in places. Setting her purse and case down just so on a table by the kitchen door, she uncorked a bottle of chilled Chardonnay and poured two glasses. I followed her under the vines and into her living room, and we sat down at opposite ends of a large couch. Her skirt-confined legs were pressed tightly together, crossed at the ankles. She held her spine upright, even though the couch was quite soft. After a sip of wine, she set her glass down on the coffee table and opened a drawer that contained some joints and a book of matches. She didn't ask if I smoked pot; I do, but I was a little surprised that she did. From her looks and manner, I wouldn't have brought up the subject, but maybe my hair was long enough for her to assume I would have no objection. In any case, she lit up, took a deep toke, and handed me the joint in a matter-of-fact way with that full, wholesome smile of hers. Her complexion was perfect. This lady has her act together, I thought to myself.

The dope and the wine made the conversation even easier, of course, and we started to laugh at things. We both admitted that we got a lot of satisfaction from our jobs, in spite of the trials and tribulations of teaching. "I feel good," she said, leaning back on the couch at last. Her lips were wet from her last sip of wine. I took a chance and moved closer, reaching out to stroke her wavy hair, which turned out to be as smooth as it looked. She closed her eyes and told me not to stop. My fingers touched her cheek, and she reached out to touch my arm. My heart was beating fast and furious. She smiled again, and I kissed her lightly. Her lips were unbelievably soft and delicious. When I started to draw away, her head followed mine, to keep our lips together. Her hands went behind my neck, and then I felt her tongue dart in to touch my own. That cinched it.

I noticed she was breathing faster, and I let my right hand follow her body, down her side to the perfect curve of her hip. She drew her legs up on the couch beside her, and my hand continued down her thigh. My penis was aching by now, straining to be free. Lois glanced down, saw the bulge in my pants, and looked back up to my eyes with another slow smile. "Did I do that to you?" It was a rhetorical question.

After more kissing, I noticed that her eyelids were half closed. But all of a sudden she stood up, and at first I didn't know what to make of it. She slid the coffee table to the middle of the room. "Take those pants off," she said calmly. As I stood up, she bent down, reached behind the couch cushions, and pulled up and out, converting the couch to a bed. She then directed her attention to her tight skirt, unzipping it swiftly and stepping out of it as she removed her suitcoat. As I undressed, I watched her reach up her half-slip and pull down her panties and pantyhose, stepping out of them and descending to the bed. Her slip and blouse were still on — perhaps she was too shy to remove them in front of me. In a flash I was in her arms, her tongue was back in my mouth, and our hearts were pounding harder than ever. I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. I kneaded her breasts, slightly pinching one of her pert little nipples while kissing the other.

Lois then began to whimper, rubbing those perfect legs together. I moved my hand slowly down her silk slip to her mound of Venus. God, it felt wonderful; the barrier of the slip made it even more tantalizing. When my hand cupped her vulva, still through the slip, her whimpering turned to moaning. I went beneath the slip and felt the satiny skin of her inner thighs. Ever so slowly, my hand moved higher, and I felt her cool fingers gently encircle my erection. Her hot breath was like fire against my face.

After again massaging that sweet mound of flesh covered with curly pubic hair, this time "in person," I let one finger slide down her slick, swollen labia and up the other side. She started to squirm. When my finger slipped into her vagina she let out a long, low, guttural moan and drew up her knees. Her slip was now bunched around her waist, and as I positioned myself between her legs I kept kissing her creamy, perfectly proportioned breasts, which were poking upward, nipples hard.

As my stiff penis drew closer to the center of her desire, she spread her legs wide, with her knees still bent. I slid into Lois all at once, twitching with the power of pent-up energy. Her eyeballs rolled back. Then she lifted those firm, slim legs toward the ceiling and angled them out so I could go even deeper into her. I started thrusting, and she shouted, "Yes! Yes! Oh, God how I needed this!" A second later she wrapped her legs around me and slid her hands down to the small of my back, massaging the area just above my tailbone. At the same time, she started to contract her vagina, milking me. She said, "Is this what you wanted?" I was gasping. She grabbed my buttocks. Her tongue started licking my neck, but then her head dropped back, her mouth open, her breathing hard. Her vaginal contractions were no longer voluntary at this point, but quick and irregular, finally turning into a continuous spasm, and she screamed. It was too much — I exploded into her, shaking violently from head to toe, hugging her close as I heard an involuntary, animalistic wail emerge from deep in my chest.

For a half hour or more we lay blissfully in each other's arms. The sun went down, and the room grew dark. I rolled over onto my back, and Lois sat up to take off the rest of her clothes. To my surprise, she then leaned over and took my penis into her warm mouth, all in one motion. Some wet sucking soon produced another rock-hard erection. I was in heaven again, and I started to picture my hot semen spurting onto her lips. But she stopped short and straddled me instead. Kissing me on the mouth now, she lowered her sex onto my penis and began to pump up and down. I raised my knees and put my feet flat on the sheets as her pelvis pounded against mine. I played with her nipples briefly, but by now I was delirious with pleasure. She sat up and put one finger in her mouth, taking it out again with a mischievous smile (and a strand of saliva). Then she reached back and put that finger into my asshole. Immediately, I exploded into her again.

When my erection had subsided, I slid between her legs and started licking her lower lips. It was divine. In no time she was moaning again. Her knees were up, but she was supporting her upper body with her elbows. Our eyes met as my licking turned to sucking and my mouth inched up her sweet, tender vulva toward her clitoris. Hot juices — hers and mine — were oozing out of her onto my chin and neck. As my mouth zeroed in on her nub of pleasure, I dipped my middle finger into her seeping vagina. Then my thumb took its place and I slid the finger to her asshole, where I sank it deep. She shuddered and fell back, as I knew she wood, and her second orgasm came on like a hurricane. She started bucking, screeching with delight. "Paul, oh Paul," she moaned, as she quieted down. I hugged her.

After still more fun in the shower, we got dressed. As we walked hand-in-hand to a nearby restaurant, talking more about our work and our ideas, I realized I had found the companion of my dreams. In bed and out, everything felt so right. And it was.

###

Lois



I was in the clubhouse playing Chopin's etude, opus ten number three, and as usual my eyes were roaming the clubhouse looking at the ladies who came through. I enjoy looking at women.

I took a swig of coke and began to play a nocturne by Chopin. Part way through, I saw a woman I had seen at times and I really like her looks. 

She was sitting at the other end of the room, listening to my music. I was so hoping she would come over and after ten minutes she got up and walked over to me.

"Hello, my name is Lois. I want to tell you how much I love listening to you play Chopin's music. That opus ten number three is my favorite piece." 

"Mine too Lois, Someone wrote a song to that piece, 'So deep is the night."

"May I ask your name?" asked Lois.

"I'm Raymond."

"I'm living at my sisters place and she has a piano. To frank about it, that is why I want to get back to playing piano.Do you give lessons?"

I'm thinking what a good looking woman she is. I'd give her lessons at no cost.

"Sure Lois, I'd be very pleased to help you get back into it. The lessons will be at my place."

"What do you charge, Raymond?"

"A large regular coffee and a plain cruller will be fine. When can you start?"

"How about ten Saturday morning?"

"Oh that's fine, I'm at 1059 Camelot Rd.

"O.k. then see you at ten."

I am pleased, what a hot looking woman, nice head of hair, great ass and hips, nothing wrong with her boobs either. She dresses very nice, patent black dress heels,floral skirt with a white ruffled v neck blouse, a string of glass beads. No I won't charge her anything and those gold square bifocals,redolent of the seventies, yeah those look nice on her.

Lois will be at my place Saturday morning, better get the place ship shape. So I ran the Hoover around, did some dusting, and cleaned the kitchen table and counters, sprayed some room freshener.

It's Saturday morning and I dug up some good piano lesson books. Lois is five minutes early and she has a note book and pencil for, yup, she is serious.

"let's sit at the table as we drink our coffee and and tell me what you know about piano."

Lois knows a lot more than the average beginner, probably wants to make sure she is remembering things right.

We went over the one; four; five and five seven chords as well as the keys and did some of Hanon's finger techniques then she asked where the lady's room was and I told her the way. I was doing 'Green Sleeves' when she came back and she admired how nicely I played it.

She looked at the kitchen clock and assumed the lesson was over as the clock read eleven.

"Well, I guess the lesson is over now?"

"Lois, the lesson's over when you decide."

"Really?" 

"Yes really, want to do more, tell me what you'd like to work on. If you want, I'll spend the day with you."

"All this for just a coffee and a muffin?"

"Well Lois, I see you really want to get back into playing and since I love piano, I know how great it is to sit down and start playing some beautiful music. I want to help you as much as possible to play the music you want.

So we worked another hour and a half on Hanon and keys. Lois is doing a great job and she will be a great pianist. 

A few months later.

She arrived today,five minutes early as usual, with a cinnamon swirl coffee cake. As usual we talk about the way her practice went during the week and what she wants to work on today. 

We're at the piano and she takes from her purse a pair of black half-square glasses with a black beaded neck chain.

"Readin' glasses, Lois?" I asked with interest, I mean she's wearing bifocals.

"You seem surprised."

"Sort of, I mean you wear bifocals, with the half-moons even."

"I have to get another pair if someone can see the half-moons, maybe the 'no line' style." She said while giggling.

"Lois, don't get rid of the half-moons, something rather romantic about them."

She turned her head to me and asked , "Romantic?"

"Yes, I don't know why but they make you look so serious,mature, that you could deal with just about anything and still come up trumps."

Lois looked at me with real interest, she has to wonder why I see something romantic about her half-moons.

We are working on chords and she excuses herself to hit the lady's room. Her gold square glasses are sitting on the piano and yes I tried them and got rid of a few smudges as well. They were where she left them when she came back.

Lois had enough lesson for today and that is fine. two and a half hours is a long lesson for anyone and it shows me that she is putting in a hundred and ten per cent of effort.

I woke up one dreary rainy day, a Wednesday it was. My heart was as dreary as the weather. I dreamed about my wife who passed away Spring, five years ago and to have her close to me, I dressed in her clothes at times while I did some light housework as she used to do remembering things we did together. I thought it would pull me out of a black funk.

I know someone came to the door but I have no idea, then I figured it was someone dropping off a phone book. When I went out later, there was no phone book to be found.

I forgot all about it till Saturday. Up to now Lois was always happy to come in for her lesson, today she seems quite sad.

"Lois, what's the matter? are you ill?"

She said she wasn't.

"Well you don't have to be here today if you don't want to. Did something happen since last week?"

"No." She said nodding her head.

It was a simple word yet the way it was said told me Lois was feeling a lot of sadness.

Then it hit me, I bet Lois dropped by the other day.

"I guess Lois, that over the last three months or so, you got to like me as much as I like you."

"Yes Raymond, I have had warm feelings for you and then Wednesday I began to wonder why I didn't consider you might have a friend already."

"So you saw a woman here, right? wearing a skirt an blouse, white wig, pumps?"

"Yes Raymond, who is she, a sister,a lady friend?"

As much as I miss my wife, I felt like a horse's ass for dressing up in her clothes where I could be seen. Crap. I really like Lois and she might not want to take lessons from a man who dresses like a woman for any reason.

'This is the acid test,' spilling my guts and hope she does not walk out of my life.

The lady you saw was me, Lois. My wife passed away five years ago and sometimes to get rid of my sadness I dress in her clothes, Just my way of dealing with a deep grief.

The look on her face changed as abruptly as one turning on a lamp. 

"Well Raymond, everyone deals with grief in their own way, it's what works that matters. I am sorry you lost your wife, you come across as having been a caring husband."

"Well yeah, I mean it's the whole idea of marriage, to love and care. So anyways, I am the woman you saw and no I am not seeing anyone.

"I feel so much better, Raymond. I was really thinking we could start seeing each other.

"Lois, I would love seeing you, Since I saw you that day when you came over to me and told me how much you admire my playing. I have been happier than I have for quite a while. How about joining me for dinner over at the Olive garden?"

"I love the olive garden, being Italian."

"Yeah that chicken over spags with Alfredo sauce is all right."

"So Ray, how about us working on that Chopin etude opus ten, number three?"

"You feel ready for that?"

"I'm ready to take a go at it."

Lois did a great job with that piece, I'm so impressed. 

We met later that day over at the garden and I see how she keeps her sexy figure, a salad and a bowl of pasta fahjool also known as beans an macaroni.

"So Raymond, you really like the looks of me wearing my black half-square glasses and beaded neck chain?"

"Why do you ask that?" I asked Lois with a pleasant smile.

"I see the way you pull back on the bench so you can peer through them."

"True enough Lois, I can't say why but the looks of you in granny glasses is quite fetching."

Lois is wearing a purple skirt with a white blouse and low kitten heels in glossy black along with a glass beaded necklace, in short looking quite hot.

"So what would you like to do after?"

"Come to my house and watch a movie?"

"That sounds good Lois, I'd love to."

So we went to her place and saw a movie, 'A song to remember.' about Chopin and his woman Aurora Dudevant. That was a great movie. We sat together on her sofa and she was nudging herself closer to me.

We had a nice time, a bit of kissing, I wanted to do more but my memory picked out a scene from way back, how I tried to get something going when she was not ready for that and what could have been a nice evening ended up as a total mess. Her sobbing and me feeling horrible for trying too hard and yeah I was hard, So I decided to let the smarts of an older guy have some say.

Lois was back a week later, she really worked on the last lesson, her fingers almost flying over the black an whites.

"Dang, Lois, that's great seems like you put a lot of time in on it."

"I want to do the 'Moonlight Sonata' a hauntingly eerie piece."

You may also want to do Beethoven's 'Path'etique' as well, a very somber piece, possibly played at college graduations."

We worked for a couple of hours on piano and liked each others company. I think that since I don't know much about Lois, She may have been hurt at one time and has no need to go through it again, let her get close to me at her speed and I think everything will be fine.

Ten months later

We have been seeing each other for more than a year now and I still feel about her the way I did when she first came over to my place for lessons. Lois still brings me coffee and muffins for her piano lessons and likes to get close when we are on the bench. I'm still grabbing peeks through her half-square glasses and then one day she hits me up with, 

"You know Ray, you snatch so many peeks through these, I want you to start making sure they are always spotless and that goes for my gold square glasses as well. 

"Sure, I can do that for you Lois."

I called her up one day and asked if she'd like to join me at the Olive garden. Well of course she did and we had a great time talking and enjoying the dinner.

"What would you like to do after, Lois?"

"How about going back to your house and play some piano?"

"Sounds good to me."

We are back at my place and Lois turns to me with her hands around me and plants a kiss on my lips. She has her arms around me, one around my lower back and the other on my ass and I feel her pulling me closer to her. likewise I put my arms around her, one on her sexy ass, the ass I have been dreaming about for a while and being fully aroused I start grinding into her.

She didn't budge, she stayed there with me holding her and feeling her and GAWD Lois feels so good.

"Raymond, lets get on the sofa, first take off my blouse and bra, then feel my two forty four D's, lick them, kiss them, tell them how much you want and need them.

I did so and we were both on that sofa, Damn, these things are beautiful "Oh Lois!" I have no idea how long I felt them kissed and licked them. I was surprised,I had my eyes on Lois as she got on the sofa, as she took off her blouse and bra, I didn't even notice her half-glasses and beaded chain on the coffee table. I stretched out my hand and grabbed them.

Lois saw me grab them and asked,

"You going to read?"

"Nope, watch this."

I began to stroke her nipples with those black half-square glasses then started running her purple beaded chain along side her nipples. Lois is starting to breathe heavy.

"Oh Ray, They like that."

She did not say anything but enjoy what I was doing to her and her breathing is getting heavier. I was kissing all of her breasts,no part was left untouched.

"Ray, take off your shirt." Said Lois.

I did.

"Now you lie on the sofa."

I did and Lois begins to drag her sexy black half-square glasses all over my chest as she looks at me through her gold square glasses. Then switches and I was really getting turned on.

"I think it's time you take off your clothes, all of them." She said.

I did so and got back on the sofa. I am looking at her forty four D's as she wraps the beaded chain under my balls. She then starts to drag her gold square glasses with the half-moons up and down the side of my purple and still growing cock and over the top as well, while she drags her black half-glasses over my balls. She lowers her head and wraps her lips around my organ as she looks at me through her gold glasses and gives me the best head ever. Between looking at her breasts and gold glasses and getting my balls rubbed with her halfs, I came and damn I came, rope after rope of man sauce and Lois took every bit not so much as losing a drop.

"Oh Ray, that was so good, I see myself wanting that quite often, so what do you think?'"

"I'd say you filled one of my fantasies, rubbing your gold glasses and half-moons all over me and it was great."

"Well, Ray, next time I'll have you cum them, so I can lick the stuff off them."

Lois dropped in during the week with an eggplant casserole. I made a salad and we made some eggplant sandwiches.

"Oh Ray, I could go for some of that man sauce." said Lois as she licked her lips.

I was on the sofa with my pants down and and Lois is sitting at the edge, looking at me through her black half-squares and touching me all over with her gold square glasses. Her blouse and bra are off and I am getting such eye full of her boobs as she is jerking me off. Between feeling her glasses down there,looking at and feeling her boobs,I came, nice fat ropes of cum landed on the half-moons of her glasses. She so loved licking that stuff off her glasses.

Lois was over on Saturday, she wanted to work on the 'Moonlight Sonata' and we did, she did a great job and I was very pleased. Then we worked on that etude of Chopin's for a while and Lois put just as much work into it as well, then she said,

"How 'bout playing a tune on the sofa?" as she is taking off her blouse and bra.

"Good idea, Lois."

"I want you on top, Raymond, I want to see you fondle my tits and kiss them, whatever you want to do with them, do it as you thrust that man meat way up into me."

I didn't have to be told twice. She kept her patent black heels on and I like how she had them wrapped around my ankles. I could imagine the room light sparkling on those heels like lightning bolts as I give Lois the fucking she so wants and yes needs to make her feel womanly again.

I can hear that etude in my ears as I make love to Lois, going slower at the softer parts of that etude and really fucking the living daylights out of her during the later part of that etude.Oh yes we made some great music.

I already had the ring and later over at our favorite haunt, the Olive garden, I presented the ring and I told her,

"Lois, I'd love to have you as my wife. You have made me feel so great this last year and then some, I just hope you feel the same."

"Yes Raymond, I do feel the same." We kissed and headed back to my place.



Lois



Lois cut my hair for years. She had a shop in her home. We always flirted with each other. Mostly just rubbing her boobs on my neck or her pussy on my elbow. I would say "You better stop that or you'll have a mess to clean up." 

She laughed and said "If your that horny you need to get laid." "I Know. It's has been awhile. I tried last night but Cindy wasn't in the mood." Cindy is my wife. 

"Tom wanted some too." Lois added about her husband. "But I was on my feet all day in the shop and just wanted to cuddle." "What are you girls saving it for? You know it will grow shut if you don't use it." "He would have just crawled on top of me, pumped a few times, rolled over and left me frustrated and a mess to clean up." 

"I don't know how you men can just fall asleep after sex. It makes me wide awake." 

"Well I could think of a few things I like to do to Cindy if I finish too soon."

"Cindy told me you like to eat her. Said you can make her cum really fast with your tongue."

"I guess you girls talk a lot when the men aren't around." 

I couldn't believe Cindy told her I licked her pussy after i came in her.

"You should be a fly on the wall and hear some of the things women talk about." she smiled.

"Maybe I can hide in your closet and listen to what Cindy has to say about me sometime."

"You might be surprised what you hear. It can get pretty graphic at times in here. Some of the other women will go into great detail. Even talking about eating each other."

"I can't believe we are having this conversation. I'm going to have to go to the bathroom and take care of business before I walk outside."

I put my hand on my cock under the hair smock that I had on. I knew it wouldn't take much to make me cum. Lois had her pussy against my arm and gave it a little wiggle. 

"I better finish your haircut. Brenda Wilson will be her in about 10 minutes. We don't want her to see you like this.

I just sat there trying to think of anything other than my cock. She finished up and as I was getting up she said whispered "Maybe next time you come in we can continue this conversation.

Just then Brenda walked in. "Hi Steve, How have you been? Haven't seen you and Cindy in awhile." 

"Doing good. Nice to see you." I just wanted to get out of there before she noticed how flushed I was.

Cindy was shopping when I got home. I thought about watching some porn and jerking off but I wanted the real thing. I could wait a little while longer. 

When Cindy got home I was setting on the deck. "How was your morning?" I ask. "Good" she said as I helped her carry her packages into the house. I was still horny from this morning at Lois'. Now I had to figure a way to get Cindy in bed in the middle of the day.

"You know honey you look good in those shorts. But you would look even better without them." I figured the direct approach was the best. "Thank you babe. You still like to look at my ass after all this time?" as she wiggled it a little.

"Look at it, play with it, lick it, fuck it. You name it I'll do it." "Well now how can I turn down an offer like that? We will have to go to bed early tonight."

"Why not now?" I said. "It has been awhile and I don't think I can wait till tonight."

I was standing behind her and slid my hand down inside her shorts. To my surprise I didn't find any panties. I unbuttoned them and pushed them down to her knees. My fingers found her slit. I slipped between her lips. She was already dripping.

WE were still in the kitchen. Right in front of the sink. I wanted to fuck her right there. I started to pull my cock out of my shorts. "We better go to the bedroom. Someone might see us." She said as she was leaning on the counter. 

"When was the last time we had sex outside the bedroom" I ask. We were in front of the window over the sink. She bent over like she was washing dishes and offered her cute little ass to me.

"I hope none of the neighbours are looking." she laughed. 

I already had my cock sliding between her lips. I looked down and could see her little brown star winking at me. I was tempted but I knew not to push my luck. She grabbed ahold of me and put the head of my cock against her hole. I pushed into her in one long slow stroke. 

I looked down as I pulled out. My cock was covered in her juices. I couldn't believe how wet she was. Look up to see her staring out the window as if looking for something.

"You like doing this in front of the window? You like it that someone could walk by and see you getting fucked in the middle of the afternoon?" 

"This is so hot all I want you to do is fuck me and cum deep in my pussy. I don't know when I was this fucking horny."

She was playing with her clit as I slowly screwed her from behind. I was getting close and told her I wasn't going to last long.

"Just fill me with your cum. I'm there too." She squealed as I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock.

I pushed all the way in her and could feel my cum blasting deep inside her. We just stood there till I started to go soft and slipped out of her. 

I stepped back and sat down on a chair behind her. Cum started to leak out of her and drip on the floor.

"I guess I need to clean you up or I'll have to scrub the whole kitchen." I joked.

"That would be nice but I hve to pee so bad I don't think you want to clean that up too."

She grabbed some paper towels, held them against her drippig cunt and headed for the bathroom.

I followed her in and as I was wathing her pee she said "That was a nice suprise. What did Lois do to you this morning that got you so worked up? 

How did she know?



Lois: A Tale Of Seduction



[Although the basic thread of this story really happened, probably many times over with little but the names and dates changed, this specific story is a work of fiction. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may for may not totally conform to reality. With certain historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

*****





I remember the day I left home. The year was 1958. I also remember the final argument. I celebrated my eighteenth birthday in January and graduated from high school in May. Then it was July and I had just received my post interview letter, accepting me for the job of secretary at a big insurance company in Chicago.

"Lois, please, you have to go to college! You will never get out of the secretarial pool without a college degree!"

"Daddy, we have been over this a zillion times! I don't want to go to college, I want to go to work and earn some money, some real money for a change."

"But Lois, your lifetime earnings on a high school diploma will be far short of what you could earn with a degree. You need the fallback protection in case of future widowhood or divorce."

"I can always 'fall back', as you put it, on my secretarial skills, Daddy."

"But Lois..."

"But nothing Daddy," I interrupted, "I am eighteen and I am going--end of story!"

Oh, how I wish now that I had listened to my Daddy then. That was two years ago. I am, uh, well at any rate I was, a rural, midwestern, small town girl. 

I was fresh out of high school and obviously I knew everything about the world. Ha ha! I had visited the big city of Chicago a number of times and saw no reason why I could not live and work there like millions of other girls had. An awfull lot of them were young girls like me or even younger. How naive of me that was!

I was a wholesome, good looking country girl, bursting with robust health and vitality of the midwestern corn belt. I was by no means a beauty queen, but I turned boys' heads and had all the boyfriends I wanted. People said I was the typical "girl next door." I had also aced every business course in my high school curriculum. With my knowledge and my looks, I'd have it made in the city, or so I thought. Once again, how naive!

Back to the boys--and sex. Throughout high school, I dated often and had several "steadies" in the course of the four years. I experimented with sex, allowing a couple of the boys quite a bit of heavy petting. But I was always successful in stopping them when and where I chose, never going "all the way." I saw no problem in this area of my life either. Again, how naive!

Well, I had to be in Chicago and report for my new job on August first and it was already July tenth when I opened my letter of acceptance. That didn't leave me much time to find a place to live and get settled. I did take one piece of Daddy's advice, though. I was not familiar enough with the streets of Chicago to drive there and was aware of parking problems from our family visits to the city. So, I left my car home. 

Mother and Daddy drove me to the Rock Island Train Station in Peoria for the trip up to Chicago. With mother and me in tears and Daddy trying to hide his, I boarded the train and set off on my adventure. It was arranged that I would stay with Mother's sister Elaine But this was for only as long as it would take for me to find a place of my own. Aunt Elaine was to meet me at the main train station in Chicago.

My job was downtown in the "Loop" and Aunt Elaine lived in a close in suburb in a house that became hers when she was widowed at a fairly young age. Aunt Elaine drove me to the suburban train station each morning and picked me up again that evening. I stayed with her for two months, long enough to accumulate two pay checks and find a downtown apartment.

I began to learn about the real world very quickly. My apartment was not cheap. The twice daily cab fares were not all that much by themselves, but by the end of the month, the fares plus tip really added up to a sizable portion of my expenses. 

I also had to eat. Then there were the clothes necessary for a pool secretary in a high profile company in downtown Chicago. That didn't leave much leftover for discretionary spending. In fact, I was perilously close to going into the red each month.

And my social life? What social life? There were flirtations with the men in the office and "girl chat" during breaks. But that was it, period. By the time the weekend rolled around, I needed to recuperate and, of course, there was the grocery shopping, laundry, and other assorted chores that left little time for anything else. 

As far as the pub and party life went, it didn't. At least for me, it didn't. Wages from my entry level, semiskilled job were all but exhausted as quickly as I got my monthly check. Without a steady boyfriend to foot the bill, partying was simply out of the question.

I was too far from the nearest church of any kind, let alone one of my faith, to afford the cab fare. So no church social activities either.

After six months in my apartment plus the two months at Aunt Elaine's, I was getting very lonesome and, without realizing it at the time, starting to get depressed. Life dragged on in this almost mechanical fashion for another four months, thus completing my first full year of independence. 

I had a cuple of breaks, twice, getting home for both Thanksgiving and Christmas; two islands of R & R that kept my sanity from completely disappearing. I put up a brave front while warming in the home nest, but I think Mother suspected the truth.

One week after my first anniversary with the firm, I got a promotion, along with a substantial raise. One thing for sure, was real. I was good at my secretarial job; very good in fact. My promotion got me out of the secretarial pool and into the office of the head claims adjuster as his personal, private secretary! His name was Fred Jameson.

By now, I suspect you are aware that I was a bright plum, ripe for the picking. And was I ever picked! Fred started flirting with me immediately, innocent stuff at first, but the flirting rapidly progressed to what would today be called "sexual harassment" if such attention was unwanted. 

I guess I wanted it. I responded like a petted kitten, purring and mewing in the attention. Innuendoes became more explicit, touching became less and less "accidental," until finally, the touching became outright groping of tits, ass, and pussy. 

And I ate it up, often returning the favor with a cock grab and squeeze. All of this, so far, was with clothing all in place. It was also discreet, very discreet. I never wondered why, until much, much too late.

Then came "That Night." Fred asked me to stay over after hours to help him get an important case finished up. I had some idea of what he had in mind, and readily agreed. We did close up the case, rather quickly, in fact. Fred placed the thick file in his brief case and locked it. 

Then Fred said to me, "Lois, will you set this on the floor by the coat rack, please?"

I heard Fred follow me to the coat rack. As I straightened up again, he stepped into my back and placed his arms around me, settling his hands on my twenty year old boobs, boobs large enough to be somewhat more than a handful each and topped with, right then, very erect nipples!

"Nice Boobs, Lois. Very nice!"

While fondling my boobs, Fred began nuzzling me on the neck and ear with light kisses. I shivered with excitement and felt the beginnings of dampness on my panties. Those hands began to unbutton my blouse. The unbuttoning accomplished, my front closure bra was unfastened next and fell wide open, exposing my naked and flushed boobs. Now it was bare flesh on bare flesh and I was on fire.

"Oh God, Fred," I said as I backed my ass into his very large and very hard boner and rubbed, "that feels so damned good!"

"Which one?" Fred asked. "Your pussy on my cock or my hands on your tits?"

"Both, oh dear God, both!" I cried.

Fred's left hand dropped to my crotch and began to rub hard on my mound for a time before he reached down under the waist band of my skirt to grab my thong covered pussy in earnest. My formerly only damp thong was now thoroughly soaked.

"Damn, you're really wet, baby!" croaked Fred.

His hand roughly ripped my thong off. He pulled it out of the top of my skirt and flung it away. His hand immediately returned under my skirt band to my now drenched pussy and went to work, briefly. I got hotter. 

And I got wetter! Fred withdrew his hand from my pussy, stripped my blouse and bra off and then got his thumbs under my waist band and dropped my panties in one, deft move. I was moaning in lust as I stood naked but for shoes, and backed into Fred's erection again.

His left hand returned to my pussy and caressed the outer lips, his middle finger trailing into my furrow. His right hand returned to my boobs to work them over. As Fred's finger penetrated my virgin orifice, I thought about how I had never been this far--totally naked with a man's hand and fingers all over and in my pussy. I wanted it, and more! I craved love and attention. Fred was more than willing to give it to me.

As Fred turned me around, he looked me up and down and said, "Stunning, absolutely stunning, Lois. Now, come here and unzip my pants."

I thought I knew what was coming and I relished the idea. I had given hand jobs before, but I had never given a blow job. I was about to make up for that. I leaned down and undid Fred's belt buckle and pulled his zipper down. 

His pants and boxers dropped easily with my tugging, releasing a bobbing, pulsing, almost glowing penis standing rigidly erect and pointing straight up. It wasn't a massive cock, but it was long and narrow of girth, reaching well up Fred's belly.

Because it was so rigidly erect, I could not immediately see that it was uncut. I would discover that momentarily as I took that dick in hand stroked it. That revealed a foreskin that closed over the helmet on the upstroke and exposed the helmet in its full glory on the down stroke. Precum began oozing out of the opening in the helmet, providing some lubrication for my actions.

I provided further lubrication when I took that cock in my mouth to lick and suck on it. Although, as I said already, I never did that before, I seemed to ad lib it instinctively to Fred's great pleasure. 

"Oh MY GOD!" he groaned as I pulled his foreskin up over his helmet. My tongue licked around in that confined space, over the helmet and the underside of his foreskin. The underside of the helmet was especially sensitive for Fred and I had his knees quivering, literally, with my tongue lashing!

Fred had opened his dress shirt, no undershirt, by now and he tugged on me, indicating for me to stand. I rose slowly, kissing my way up his naked stomach and chest, paying special attention to his navel and both his nipples. In my emotional deprivation to this point, I simply could not get enough of him. He was still quivering.

Once I was fully standing, Fred stepped out of his loafers as well as his pants and boxers resting at his ankles. He picked me up by the ass and said, "Put your legs around my waist."

I did, crossing my ankles on his butt. Fred eased his cock into position at my gate of heaven and thrust in clear to his balls in one, easy, slow push with only a momentary blockage as he swept my maidenhead away. He just kept going and going and...

"OOOHHhhh Shit!" I moaned as Fred bottomed out inside me. Surprisingly, there was little pain and little blood as I lost my virginity, only pure and unadulterated pleasure. Fred backed me into an office wall and proceeded to hump away with vigor. Our wall banging caused one of his framed diplomas to drop to the floor, shattering the glass. Fred only banged me harder.

I was tugging against his ass with my heels to try to drive his cock into me even more deeply. I was a bitch in heat, lust driven, and begging for more. WOW! Fred really had given me my sexual awakening well beyond my dreams and more than he really understood at the time. Something sexual in me opened wide and I only wanted to gorge on it.

Fred's banging increased even more rapidly and I felt his cock begin to swell and pulse more than ever. I guessed he was about to blow his load. I pulled hard with my heels on one of his thrusts. 

Fred arched his back sharply and cried, "OH God damn! SHIT!" and unleashed a series of ropey jets of cum that just kept cumming. 

Although I had experienced an occasional, self-induced orgasm or two before, they were very mild, especially compared to the one that hit me now. An electric shock started from somewhere deep within my center and radiated out in all directions. I shuddered and shivered as one shock after another coursed through me and I squirted pussy juice like a damned fountain. 

Our combined sex fluids flowed past Fred's embedded cock and gushed over both of us. My rolling orgasms lasted fully five minutes as Fred just stared down at me openmouthed, still coupled to him and keeping his cock hard with my gyrations.

At last, I slowly began to calm down as Fred's cock slowly deflated and dropped out of my pussy with a sucking wet sound. 

"Oh my, that was delicious," I said, "Can we do that again? Now?"

"Right now, again?" queried Fred in surprise.

"Yes, right now. I want more of that cock in my pussy!"

"Well, little girl, a cock needs just a bit more time than that to recover for the next round. I can't get it up immediately. Just calm down a few minutes."

"But I don't want to wait!" I pouted. "I want more cock, now."

But, we waited. While we waited, I took that cock back in my mouth and started working on it again while I also played with Fred's balls. It did not take all that long to get him hard again. When I had him poker stiff again and pumping his hips, I released his cock and stood. I walked over to the desk and laid on my back with my legs dangling off the end with my knees spread wide. 

"Come on, cowboy, mount the saddle and ride this cowgirl into the dirt! I want that cock in me again." I was burning with lust, still!

Fred stepped between my legs and poked his cock home again and we fucked like minks until we both orgasmed again. In my case, I had numerous orgasms as Fred pounded away for some time before he could finally cum again.

"Is that it? Is that all you got, Fred. I want to go again. I want to feel what anal fucking feels like!"

"Jesus Christ," exclaimed Fred, "I thought you were the little, shy virgin from the country. My God, I can't keep up with you!"

"I was," I replied, "Until you started fucking me, anyway."

It was as if a bright light flashed and my sexuality burst forth like a tornado from hell. I liked sex. I really liked cock.

"Well, your ass will have to wait until next time. My cock is done for this night, whether I like or not and whether you like it or not. Get dressed and I'll take you to your apartment."

"The Night" ended a short time later as Fred gave me a quick goodnight peck on the forehead and waited for me to exit the car. He drove off, leaving me to enter the building and ride the elevator to my twentieth floor apartment all alone. Some knight in shinning armor, I thought bitterly.

By the time I woke up at noon the next day, I was well behind on my Saturday chores. I sleep nude, so when the doorbell rang with me just getting out of bed to my feet, I had to quickly grab a robe before going to the door. The teenaged bellboy stood in the hall with a large bouquet of beautiful red roses in his arms. My robe was loose and gapped open some as I leaned forward to accept the bouquet. 

The bellboy's eyes bugged out as he got an eyeful of my boobs as he stammered out, "These are f,f,for y,you. T,t,they just arrived at the desk."

I let the robe fall open still a bit more as I replied, "Thank you, you're looking at your tip!" 

His face turned beet red as he replied, "Yes, Ma'am and thank you, Ma'am." He fled back down the hall to the elevator as I chuckled to myself and reentered my apartment. 

The note with the flowers read: "I am sorry about the brusk goodnight last night. I was flustered and embarrassed by my lack of staying power last night. Neither condition is the real me. Please accept my apology and my invitation to dinner tonight. I will pick you up at 7:30." Fred's signature was on the bottom of the card.

Too make a long story shorter, I did go out to dinner with Fred that night. He did come back to my apartment afterwards and spent a fuck-filled night with me. He left just before dawn. And, inevitably, I suppose, I fell madly, deeply, head-over-heels in love with Fred. I suppose I should also add, foolishly. 

We spent many Friday and/or Saturday nights over the next year or so, in the same manner. Fred plied me with many expensive gifts and paid my rent. I guess you could say I was a kept woman. Marriage never entered into the conversations, though I thought about it more and more. Marriage just seemed to be the inevitable outcome of our relationship, or at least I thought so.

It was in May, over two years into my new life in Chicago when I discovered I was pregnant. It was Saturday morning and I was having coffee with my morning paper in my small kitchen when a sobering thought sprang, unbidden, into my head. I thought, It sure seems a long time since I had my period. I felt a sudden chill as I recalled experiencing some stomach discomfort recently and that was not usual with me. Maybe I had better...

When I checked my pill box, sure enough, I had failed to take a contraceptive pill for the last four months! Damn! SHIT! When I went grocery shopping, I stopped in a drug store and bought a pregnancy test kit. Back in the apartment, sure enough, the test was positive! Damnation! I don't need this now, I thought. But I realized it was my own stupid fault. 

I was so wrapped up in my love affair and my job that I had entirely forgotten the essentials. Take your damned contraceptive pill!! I did not mention any of this to Fred, not yet. But I did look up a gynecologist and get an appointment. A week later, he confirmed the diagnosis and that I was already five weeks gone!

It was a month later, near the end of June, and de ja vu, it was Saturday morning once again and I was in my small kitchen, sitting at the table having my morning cup of coffee while I read the morning paper. When I came to the news item, I was only getting a good start on the item when I froze and then dropped my coffee cup on the floor, shattering it and spreading coffee in a rivulet across the floor. 

The news item read: "Last evening at seven ten, Mrs. Fred Jameson gave birth to identical twin girls, Rhonda and Rachael Jameson. Mrs. Jameson and daughters are all doing well and will be welcomed home shortly by husband Fred and two brothers, Ronald, age eight and Rusty, age 5.

I just sat there and bawled my eyes out in grief and shame, and yes, in anger. The fucking bastard was married, with kids!" Fred did not wear a wedding ring and I never asked. But still, I assumed a state of affairs when I should not have and I really did think I was going to marry him! I had my heart set on it. I had the rest of the weekend to feel sorry for myself and to work up my anger. I clipped out the news item.

Early Monday morning, I walked into the office and fixed the coffee. I needed a cup. When I heard Fred come in, I gave him a moment or two to get settled before I opened the connecting door and walked into his office.

"Good morning Lois. I'm sorry we could not get together last night, but I had a really important meeting to attend Friday night and I was busy at home Saturday night."




Lois: A Tale Of Seduction



"You fucking bastard!" I blurted out

"W,wh, what do you m,m,mean by that!" a very startled Fred stammered as he jerked his head up to finally look at me while he talked.

"Just that, you fucking bastard, you slime ball, you sack of shit, and this!" 

I slammed the news clipping on the desk in front of him, my cheeks glowing red with my anger. I still had not told him about my pregnancy and now I did not ever intend to tell him.

Fred realized what the article said after reading only a few words. He looked up at me with a stricken face, and started to say, "Lois, I..." before I interrupted him.

"And while I'm at it," I said, "here is my resignation, effective immediately. Since this is the last day of the pay period, I will expect to pick up my pay check here at the office at the usual time." I turned on my heel and walked out of his office and out of the building.

Now I am up a shit creek without a paddle. No paddle, no job, no paycheck after this one, and pregnant! Nice going, Lois. I took a cab back to my apartment and bawled and sniffled for the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon. Hunger pangs finally forced me to get hold of myself and I cleaned up and went out for an early evening meal.

I was so unhappy and lonely that I allowed a young stud to pick me up. I did not want him to know where I lived, so I made him take me to a motel. The sex was physically satisfying, barely, but it did nothing at all for my emotions. He had a big cock and he knew how to use it and I was as sexually insatiable as ever. Like an alcoholic, maybe, addicted to and lost in sex, 

I tuned out the rest of the world and forgot my troubles for-- a while. I wore his cock down to a vestige of its former self before he gave up and I took a cab back to my apartment.

Well, it was going to break my parents' hearts, but I was going to have to break the news to them and move back in with them. That would be very difficult. 

I still needed sex and this was (then) late 1961. The sexual and other revolutions of the still later 1960's had not yet occurred and public attitudes about taboos had not changed much as yet. Premarital sex, especially that which resulted in a pregnancy was still very much taboo. That was very much so in my small, conservative home town. My parents would be mortified in public.

One of the girls I knew at the office wanted to move out of a bad neighborhood. She had been to my apartment many times and she really liked it. I called her and we were able to work out the details that would enable her to take over my lease. Then I called home. 

After a lengthy conversation of catching up on the latest news, Mother asked, "What's wrong, Lois, you don't sound like yourself."

"I just need to come home, Mother, I'll tell you and Daddy all about it when I get there. 

I took the train home the next day. The tragedy played itself out in our living room that evening. Daddy didn't say a word the whole time I told my story. He just sat there. I had expected him to beat me within an inch of my life. 

I ended by saying, "Mother, Daddy, I have given this a lot of thought and I don't see how I can keep the baby. I have to give it up for adoption. There will be no father, I don't have a job, and I can't afford a baby." 

After a lengthy discussion of that topic, Mother agreed to take me to Peoria on the morrow to talk to a parochial welfare organization affiliated with our national church. At that meeting, which lasted three agonizing hours, I accepted the advice and offering to go to a foster home during my pregnancy and signed an agreement, placing my baby out for adoption after it was born.

Two weeks later, my decision to go this route was proven correct when my new gynecologist performed an examination of me and said he could detect two separate fetal hearteats! I was carrying twins. That resulted in some documentation changes at the agency, but the result was still the same. I was placing my babies out for adoption.

I was going to spend the remainder of my pregnancy at the home of a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph and Hannah Glockenspiel. They lived on a small livestock farm in a rural area and had an eighteen year old boy, Randy, in his senior year in high school and a ten year old girl, Ingrid, a fourth grader. They had cared for three girls before me and I felt comfortable with what I heard about them from the agency.

Mother delivered me to the Glockenspiel farm just before noon on a bright, cheery afternoon, and of course, Mrs. Glockenspiel invited mother to stay for lunch. Mr. Glockenspiel came in from his chores to join us at the lunch table and the four of us got along fabulously. 

Mother was delighted and I felt quite comfortable with my foster parents. I had yet to meet the two children which had to wait until Randy got home later in the evening from his summer job and Ingrid when she returned from summer camp at the end of the week. But they turned out to be charming as well, especially Randy.

Although he hid it well from his parents, it did not take long for me to figure out that Randy was infatuated with me, very deeply infatuated with me. He could not stop looking at me when he was in my presence. He kept giving me little trinkets and, he kept bumping into me.

Well, I said before, I needed sex and this pregnancy, at least so far, was an easy one. I was the next thing to being nymphomatic about my need for sex. My experience with Fred had not soured me on men in general, but but it did make me more cynical. Thus, although it was probably not a good idea, I began to encourage Randy and his attentions, albeit, surreptitiously because of his parents and sister. Although I was only a little over two years older than Randy, I guess I looked upon myself as the "older woman" who would teach the young puppy all about how to make love while I satisfied my own needs at the same time.

And that is just what Randy looked like, a lost little puppy dog with big, soft, blue eyes that just seemed to beg for love. He was just too cute. And, he was a STUD and a half. Big for his age, tall and broad shouldered. 

As he worked about the farm yard, without a shirt, I saw his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and six pack abs and I just drooled lusted endlessly for his body. It wasn't just my mind that drooled. I would often have to abruptly turn and leave to hide the wetness the flowed from my pussy and soaked through to my jeans.

On occasion, a bulge would appear in his pants as he looked at me, especially when I would trot around in skimpy outfits in the summer heat. I also began to devise ways to allow Randy to see me nearly nude in the hallway between my room and the bathroom by leaving doors partially open, as well as other little tricks.

This was relatively easy as Mr. and Mrs. had their bedroom on the first floor and the rest of us each had our own room on the second floor. I just had to be careful that Ingrid did not catch on to what was going on. That was a little difficult because Ingrid was such a precocious little girl. She caught on to things very quickly.

My first real opportunity to capitalize on conditions occurred one Friday evening. Ingrid was spending Friday and Saturday nights at a girlfriend's house with her chums and Mr. and Mrs. Glockenspiel were in town for the evening at a church function. They would be gone for several hours. Randy and I were in the living room, watching TV. I got up to go pee. When I returned, Randy was stretching high and yawning.

"Tired, Randy?" I inquired.

"Very!" he replied. "It has been a long day at work and then some heavy chores here at home before supper. I'm bushed."

"Let me rub your neck and shoulders a bit. It will help relax you." 

I did not wait for an answer. Instead, I stepped up behind the overstuffed chair in which he was sitting and began to knead his neck and shoulders, slowly and sensuously.

"Oh God but that feels great," Randy sighed.

After about fifteen minutes of that, I asked, "Randy, would you return the favor, please? Being pregnant sure puts a strain on my neck and shoulders, not to mention my back."

"Oh Yes!" exclaimed Randy, "It would be my great pleasure!"

I changed places with Randy. I was barefoot and wearing only a loose halter top, sans bra, and loose, big shorts to accommodate by expanding belly. Randy started to knead my neck and shoulders. Randy had not been working very long before he managed, accidentally or not, to nudge first one halter strap and then the other off my shoulders, allowing them to drop down my arms. His breathing deepened and quickened noticeably when the second strap dropped, allow the top to fall enough to reveal the tops of my boobs from just above the nipples.

Randy dropped his hands lower down my chest than needed and my halter top, absent its support straps, was dropping lower with each of movement of his hands, exposing more and more of my boobs to his view. His breath grew just a big more ragged as if he was contemplating how much of a chance he should take and how much further he could go. I solved his problems for him. 

I said, "Randy, slide your hands down over my boobs where you want them." When he hesitated, I urged him on again saying, "Go on, do it." 

Randy's hands slowly slid under the halter and one went around the outside of each tit. The halter dropped down onto my lap. "Oh, oooohhh," I moaned as Randy caressed and kneaded on my tits. "Pinch the nipples between your thumb and finger, Randy. Ahhhh, yes, just like that."

"Oh damn, shit!" cried Randy as he quickly withdrew his hands.

"What in the world?" I asked, startled and turned my head to look back. Randy's face was beet red.

"What's wrong, Randy?" I asked. At the same time, I saw the wet stain barely showing on the front of his pants. "Oh, did you cum in your pants?"

Randy nodded once with a shame faced grin as the crimson color spread even further.

"It's ok, Randy, it's ok. Now you will stay hard for some time before you can cum again. I like a very hard man, one who lasts."

A sick looking grin appeared on Randy's face as I stood, topless, and walked over to him. I took his shirt off and moved to his belt buckle. I pulled his zipper down and dropped his pants and boxers. A monster eighteen year old cock bobbed free and pointed up at me at a forty-five degree angle.

"See," I said, "You're hard again already just because I undressed you."

I knelt down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. His was another uncircumcised one. I love them uncut. I played with his cock with my hand, lips, and tongue until I had him quivering so hard I thought he would fall. If possible, his cock grew even harder and a fraction longer. I know it thickened some.

I released his cock and said to Randy, "Pull my shorts down now and lick me." 

I had to coach him for a while, but Randy eventually did a decent job with his mouth and tongue on my pussy and my clit. Randy kept going like he could not now get enough of me. Well, I hadn't any of him yet, but that was about to change. Both of us were now completely naked. 

"Randy," I said, "pull that blanket off the couch and spread in on the floor in front of the (dead fire) fireplace." 

I don't know what there is about an eighteen year old cock that makes it look so huge, other than the fact that, I guess, Randy's cock was huge. The front and back views of his cock and his hanging balls were resplendent macho youth and vigor as he retrieved the blanket and spread it on the floor.

"All right now, young man, on the floor on your back. I'm going to mount you and ride you into the floor!" 

Randy lay down on his back, his cock pointing back toward his face. That cock was so heavy it kept dropping down onto his stomach. He picked it up and slowly stroked it as he watched me stroll over to him and get down on my knees astride of him. I positioned myself over top of his missile and pulled my nether lips apart with my hand as I dropped down onto the tip of that monster pole. Randy just kept stroking, eyes glued to my pussy the whole time.

The head of his cock had just barely penetrated my open gate as I stopped and held my position. Randy spontaneously lunged with an upward thrust of his hips and drove his spear into my sheath as as I dropped fully down, engulfing him balls deep. 

"Ohh myyy God, Ohhhh my God, OOOhh Goddd!" Randy moaned. "I have never in my life felt anything so great," he sobbed. I began to ride him fast and furiously and Randy just expelled a loud "OHHH!" each time I bounced and bottomed out on him. 

I came in one rolling orgasm after another the whole time. When I finally tired, Randy still had not cum again. I slowly lifted off and plopped his cock out of me and said, "Ok, big guy, your turn to do the work." 

I grabbed a pillow from the couch and said, "I'm going to get on all fours and you are going to play stallion to my mare. Fuck me into tomorrow, you big horse stud!"

Randy needed no further coaching. He mounted me from behind and eased back into my pussy. He hesitated for a bit and then began to thrust, slowly, then faster and faster until his cock was like a steam engine piston rod, just a blur of motion. 

After a full ten minutes, Randy gave a last, lusty shove and with a sharply arched back, unloaded his wad deep in my pussy. Amazingly, it was just that, another really large load of cum.

"FUCK!" we both cried together as we collapsed onto the blanket, still coupled and Randy crushing me down underneath his body.

"My God, that was some fuck," I said.

"I'll second that!" replied Randy. "Now I know what fucking is all about and what fucking somebody's brains out means!"

"And I will second that one!" I replied. "Not to complain too much, Randy, but you are getting a bit heavy on my growing stomach!" 

"Yikes!" squealed Randy as he jumped up with a slurping, sucking sound as his still hard cock pulled free of my pussy.

"Anyway," I said, "It's close to time for your folks to come home, so we'd better straighten up and clean up and then put some clothes or PJs on before they get here." 

I went on to live with the Glockenspiels for the remainder of my pregnancy. Later sonograms confirmed the babies I carried were girls. Randy and I enjoyed a good many exhilarating fucks during the rest of my stay. That young man really did grow in maturity and self-confidence and I really think I had something to do with that.

When my time arrived, Mrs. Glockenspiel stayed in the labor room with me. Twelve hours later, I delivered identical twin girls who were pretty as a picture. I enjoyed them for twenty-four hours and then, in tears, I signed the final papers, placing them available for adoption with the parochial agency. 

There was simply no way I could raise twins in my circumstances. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. I did learn, later from the agency, about their placement with a lovely couple who desperately wanted children but couldn't have any of their own. I was only given generalities, but I was satisfied and confident my girls would have a good, Christian home in which to grow up and that would have a mother and a father.

Randy went on to college and me? Well, I [alternative ending begins here] went back to work as an executive secretary in a large city, but not Chicago, and continued my quest for Mr. Right. 

My girls would have celebrated their fifth birthday yesterday. How time does fly. I had rented one half of a duplex, a short twenty minute commute from work. Although I dated occasionally, there still was no 'Mr. one and only' in my life. So, when the doorbell rang that Saturday morning (what is it about Saturday mornings with me, anyway?) I wasn't expecting anyone. Likely a salesman was my thought.

I answered the door in my usual, just out of bed attire of a battered old robe over my naked body, my hair still a mess, and no make-up, not that I wore much anyway. When I opened the door, there stood Randy Glockenspiel with a big, shit-ass grin on his face, a dozen red roses, and a real glint in his eyes!

Finis OR Alternate Ending

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Randy went on to college. And me? Well, I had most of the month left on the apartment in which Fred had installed me and it was too plush to waste. Besides, I had nowhere else to go. I thought about trying to get another secretarial job, but somehow, that nine to five bit no longer appealed to me. Nor would it support the lifestyl I had become used to thanks to Fred.

At the one week anniversary of signing away my babies, I was sitting in a popular, upscale lounge trying to drown my sorrows. I had dressed in a sexy outfit though it fell short of vampy or slutty. Something about me attracted a gorgeous woman on the arm of what looked like a business tycoon.

She handed me a card as she whispered, "You might want to give this number a ring, dear."

Huh? What was that all about?

I mulled it over for two days before I finally gave in and called the number on the card. The phone was picked up on the second ring.

"Hello, Real Doll Escort Service, how may we help you?"

******

Finis?

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Lois Goes Deeper



#2

(Sequel to Lois Learns Submission)

Bent over the rail in the dimly-lit room with the umpteenth cock plunging the depths of my ass, I hang on with all my might while reeling at the reality in which I now live.

Indeed...Despite last night's vicious gang rape, I was still required to get to the office by noon and complete my normal work load. This task made more difficult by the fact that Calvin called at around two and told me to meet a man in the alley behind the building. He told me that the meeting wouldn't take long and to call him back and let him know how it went.

Of course, my old self would have gotten pissy about the whole thing—fuck you or what have you, but now it was yes sir, right away sir and then I went and did as I was told.

The alley was dark even in broad day light I kept walking down it and calling out until finally this guy kinda walked out from behind a dumpster and impatiently waved me over.

"Don't come down the alley announcing yourself you stupid slave bitch," that was the only introduction I got as he grabbed me and led me to this rail like thing. "Bend over it."

I did as I was told and then my skirt went up my panties down and seconds later my ass was split yet again with a hard cock. Fortunately this guy wasn't anything like Big E, after last night you could've stuck a Buick up my ass. Anyway, this little guy huffed and puffed and quickly blew his load. When he was finished he pulled up his pants and lit a cigarette.

"Tell your master that the E man was right. It's tight and we can use it. You need to be there by eleven. Got it bitch?"

I nodded my head and started to get up, but he pressed his palm into the back of my neck forcing me back into the submissive position.

"Hold still slave bitch," he sneered in my ear. 

As he spoke I felt a rubbery object being forced into my ass. It was so big that my aching sphincter fought long and hard against it until he finally got the better and rammed it home.

"This stays put until tonight, understand bitch"

I nodded my head again.

"You got a gold mine in that ass honey. If I had more time I take your pussy, too, oh well, maybe later."

He smacked my ass and shoved me back down the alley towards the office.

The rest of the day found me sitting at my desk with that corpulent butt plug firmly ensconced in my quivering anus, trying to concentrate on work, leaking from my pussy, always on the verge of the next orgasm.

This after all of those years of straight-laced, no-holds barred, corporate-speak, hint-of-sex-but-no-peek work days, dissolving into nights of hard bargaining in silk blouses one button undone, coyly preening from behind nursed glasses of expensive red wines.

The days had changed forever and the clenching in my ass was telling me that the nights were going in a different direction as well.

And I was becoming more emotional by the moment. I cried more in the last 24 hours than I had in the past twenty four years. I could hardly keep my make-up straight. 

Too, nearly every thought entering my mind had something to do with sex. My nipples, for example, they cried out against the bra that constrained them and my bruised breasts. After an hour of torture, I took the bra off. I'd rather endure the humiliation of the stares than deal with the constraining fabric between those turgid nipples and the sheer silk of my gossamer blouse. Trouble was: The feeling of silk on flesh helped push me over the edge and over the edge and over the edge. 

Imagine. Three orgasms and I only had to touch myself once—a frenetic frigging administered while my boss, Mr. Thompson, went on break. After that, I was going off like a firecracker.

In between orgasms, I started thinking that there was reason for the dildo. I was getting numb down there and my sphincter seemed to be tightening rather than loosening up. 

By the time I left the office I couldn't feel the thing in my ass. I was totally numb down there. In a panic I called Calvin.

"Look you little slave bitch, there's a reason you can't feel the inside of your ass and if I had wanted you to know I would have fucking told you. Besides we wouldn't waste you, you're too valuable of an asset, and, well, I'm fond of you."

Fond of me? I was speechless.

Later that night, Calvin took me to the strip club where I danced in a private room for a bunch of really old guys from a nursing home. Those old fuckers would pinch me and feel me up and then whack off on my feet or breasts. It was disgusting, but at least I wasn't getting fucked by huge cocks.

That came later when Calvin took me to this office park on the edge of town. We went inside to a room with a examination table in the middle of it.

"Ms. Greer meet Dr. Sam," Calvin introduced me to this swarthy Arab-looking dude in a white coat.

He shook my hand and then told me to strip and get on the table.

The table was like the ones in the gynecologist office—a thin sheet of white paper over cold steel, and the stirrups—as I found myself being fixed into place Calvin was kidding with the doctor.

"I've got to get one of these in my basement."

I didn't pay much attention to his reply as my attention was focused on the device the doctor was about to shove up my ass. It looked like one of those colonoscopy things.

"All right now miss, the way this thing works, well, let's just say that I'm going to manually vacate your bowels on account of the fact that when we are done here tonight it will probably be at least forty-eight hours before you're going to be able to shit again. 

The drug on the, ah, um, butt plug is an experimental paste made of horse steroid and a local anesthetic. The steroid strengthens the, ah, sphincter to, ah, well, increase the stimulation for your, ah, partners, and the anesthetic, ah, numbs you to the intrusion. The deadening is local which is to say that other areas—the wall between your anus and your vagina for example—will feel everything."

As he spoke the Dr. grabbed the base of the butt plug and gave it a hard yank. I could feel that it left me, but the numbness remained. Next came the long vacuum like tube. I could sort of feel it going in.

"Just relax Miss Greer. This is nothing compared for what awaits you. These drugs will wear off by noon tomorrow so I'm going to give you some pain relievers as the area will be sore for quite some time."

"The area will be sore?"

"Well, yes, of course, the experiment involves you being fucked in the ass continuously for about three hours. Didn't Mr. Green tell you?"

"Of course, she knows," Cal laughed and dabbed a finger in my unprotected quim. "Why do you think the whore is so wet?"

I was wet. And it was happening to me all the time now. My pussy just leaks and leaks and leaks and its got nothing to do with men coming in it. Very few even use it—they usually take my mouth or my ass.

Anyway, as soon as the "vacating of the bowels" was complete, Calvin walked me into the next room where six naked men were sitting, each massaging their hardening cocks all of which were huge.

"For the sake of brevity, I'm not going to introduce anyone," Calvin smiled at the guys as he spoke, then he turned and started affixing a series of cuffs and ropes to my arms and legs. When he was done he pressed a button and my body lifted off the floor in a kinda sling. The sling hung from the ceiling, leaving me suspended face tilted forward, elbows lashed to my knees. My gaping ass was left as an inviting target about waist high.

Hanging there I wasn't really uncomfortable, just a little embarrassed and curious, too, as to what would happen next.

One by one they took me and as each would force their cock into my steroid-tightened sphincter they would grunt and curse at the pleasure.

"Shit bitch that is tight!"

None was in me for very long. In fact, my ass was so tight that I was able to get every man in the room off in less than ninety minutes. As for me I was simply mewling with pleasure. Calvin finally gagged me with someone's underwear.

"You're not supposed to like it so much you slut," he whispered in my ear and then gave my ass a good hard crack.

Each man had me one more time and, even though it took longer for the sloppy seconds, each would confess that it was as tight as it had been the first time around.

When Calvin showed me the video later, I could not believe the amount of cum that was running down my ass crack across my pussy and then down my inner thighs to the floor below. I was standing in an ever widening pool of cum and I was loving it, squirming my ass to meet each thrust, pinching them off in a way that was electric for the both of us.

At a little after 2am the last guy shot his last load and then without so much as a thank you they all left. Gathering my things I could find neither my bra nor my panties. Compounding my plight was the fact that I took so long in looking for them that Calvin just up and left me. 

"See you at home" read the note on the door leading out to the street.

This was a dicey part of town and I had no money for cab fare. My purse was in Calvin's car. I had to hitch hike which led to me giving a blow job to some drunk Mexican who kicked me out as soon as he shot his wad. My next ride was with a couple of drugged-up college kids. I sucked the one off, but the driver wanted a fuck so I told him we could do it as soon as we got to the house. 

For the second night in a row, I got ass-fucked in the drive way of Calvin's place. 

Fortunately, no one inside the house saw me get banged this time so at least I avoided that embarrassment. Or maybe I was disappointed that no one watched. 

Anyway, the door was locked so I had to knock, Cal answered with my collar in hand.

"Shower and then put this on and come to bed."

Standing in the shower I let the warm jets play over my tingling skin, calming me a little. 

But how could I be calm when my master had told me that he was going to join me in bed. Finally, one-on-one intimacy.

I don't know if you could really call it intimacy. Especially when I was literally ripped from the bathroom tossed on the bed and then roughly entered. No foreplay, no lubricant, just thirteen inches of rock hard cock shoved as far up inside me as he could go. 

That's when I felt it. A searing pain that dissolved into a white flash. The scream trying to escape my throat could not. Then another thrust. Now I was coming and screaming and flailing my arms while Calvin smacked my heaving breasts and just kept pounding into me.

I must have passed out from the pleasure/pain because when I came to Calvin was gone and I was bound spread-eagle on the bed where I would remain until morning when each of my house mates came in and took their pleasure. Jeff, the last one to violate me, untied me just in time for me to get dressed and go to work.

When I got to work I had a message to call Calvin. I immediately called him and just that act alone got my juices going again.

"Good morning pet. I hope you had a pleasant night's sleep. By the way, I was really put off by your slutty behavior last night. Those ass-fuckings were experimental in nature. You had no right to use them for your own selfish pleasure. You'll be punished for that along with some other things. Oh, and I made you and appointment with a gynecologist we know. I think I might have bruised that g-spot way up inside you last night and before I fuck you again I want to have you looked at.

I gleaned two things from that phone call: pleasure in the knowledge that Calvin might fuck me again and fear over what punishment might await me.

It wasn't long before I began to get a sense of what the punishment piece might be. At around noon Mr. Thompson circulated a memo outlining a meeting that was to be held after work that night. The memo mentioned morale and discipline, but was a bit vague as to details. When I saw the distribution list, however, I quickly realized that something was amiss. 

The only people who received the memo were ones with sketchy backgrounds, ones with whom I'd had one sort of a tiff or another.

And for the rest of the day I could not concentrate on work. I was worried and excited and I could hardly wait to get it over with whatever it was.

Imagine my horror then when Mr. Thompson started the meeting by going off on a spiel about inappropriate behavior at work.

My mind was reeling as I began to realize what was happening. But it wasn't until he said that he had an example of the type of thing he was talking about that I knew I was in for a bad night. The lights were dimmed, the video cued and then came the footage of me masturbating at my desk. The camera angle showed my knees clenching either side of the file drawer, my skirt bunched at the waist, and both my hands massaging my sex. The clip wasn't more than four minutes long, but it was four of the most embarrassing minutes of my life.

I was thoroughly humiliated. In front of co-workers, ones Calvin had obviously selected, the lesbians and the cock whores and the dick-on-the dogs, I tallied twelve of them. And I knew they were a close-knit group. Oh god, all I could think was I hope he doesn't fire me.

When the video was done and the lights came back on Thompson asked me to join him in the front of the room. He asked me what I had to say for myself and as I hemmed and hawed he put his hand out for silence.

"Listen Lois, I should fire you, but I think it might be better if I just punished you to make an example for the others."

"W,wh, what punishment."

"Corporal punishment. I want you to sign a release permitting me to touch you in a familiar way. Every one in the room has agreed to secrecy, signed an affidavit stating that they have never witnessed what they are about to witness, and now its up to you. Do you want to lose your job or will you submit to the punishment?"

I stood there for a second, hot tears streaking my face, knowing that I was about to submit, and hating myself as I knew that I would probably love it.

Calvin came forward with the documents for me to sign and as I took the pen from him I could see that sick little smile on his face.

Before I knew it there I was, ass bent over the rail, praying to god that none of that cum from last night would leak out, and, oh, so embarrassed to hear the startled gasps at the mesh-mash of hickies and bruises on my ass and thighs.

The first lash stung like fucking hell. I cried out and started stamping my feet which were the only things not restrained. My efforts flipped me further over the rail, leaving my feet flailing. The effect of which brought a chorus of laughs which were the least of my worries when the next blow fell exactly on the same spot as the first...

The sting of that blow seared me somewhere deep inside my womb. Then when the third one landed on the exact same spot the volcano that erupted within me is something I barely recall.

". . .Finally that consultant guy had to come over and tell him to spread the blows out—it was the freakiest thing I ever saw, she had cum coming out of her ass, her pussy, and, I swear, as god as my witness, that chick came at least seven times. Oh, and get this, when Thompson was done whipping her ass he made her get on her knees and suck him off, and you know Thompson, the guy couldn't stand to take his britches off in front off us, he had her do it through his zipper—just jammed her face in there and kept looking at the ceiling until he backed off and blew a load in her face—totally gross. . ."

My best recollection came from the account Eileen, the lesbian from IT, gave in the woman's room the next day. So much for that oath of secrecy. I overheard it while taking the first good crap in days.

And what can I tell you about after that? It was more of the same only worse. Thompson, for example, he uses that document I signed as carte blanche to whip me whenever he wants. So every 

day I'm quivering in anticipation.

He usually has me in his office over the morning break. It's always the same routine—ten whacks with the cane followed by a rather forceful blow job. The only difference is in the intensity. 

Then there's the house and all the guys. The weekends are especially busy. They fuck me, their friends fuck me, their friend's, friends fuck me. And when I'm not being fucked I'm sucking cock or licking pussy.

Too, every so often the sales force takes me on the road. They use me as a sort-of company whore—bitch in the boardroom, slut in the bedroom fantasy girl. Or as Cal likes to put it—"A gal who takes it the bottom can be good for the bottom line."

The thing is this: I no longer control anything. And without control I suppose my life could be better, but I spend so much time trying to please my master and my companions at work that I never have the time to think about it.

Anyway, that's pretty much my story—except for the part about where Cal made me piss myself in front of my co-workers, but I'll save that for another day... 



Lois Griffin, Guys Poker Night



Peter and the guys did a weekly poker/guys night. Each week they would alternate at whose place it was held. This particular week it was Peter's turn to host. Unfortunately Peter had to head out of town on short notice for work.

"Lois, can you host the guys for poker night here at the house? Just set up the food and stuff and they'll do their own thing."

"Sure Peter, I'll look after the guys."

So Peter went out of town and poker night came around. The guys Joe, Quagmire, Cleveland, Mort, and Brian (the Griffins long term house guest and good friend) showed up around 7 pm. They rang the door bell and Lois answered in a few minutes.

"Hello guys. The table is set up here in the living room. You have snacks and beer set up on the kitchen counter for you to take as you need. Don't worry about the kids there both out for the night at their friends. I'll be around if you need me just give me a shout."

What the guys didn't notice was that Lois locked the door behind them.

Lois went upstairs and the guys grabbed some snacks and beer then sat down to play a few hands.

About an hour or so into the game night when the guys had gotten fairly relaxed they heard Lois come down form upstairs. No one was paying much attention really at the onset until Brian looked up from his hand. 

"Lois what's with the long trench coat, you going out?"

"Not quite boys."

Lois walked over to a spot to where everyone could see her and throw of the coat. Everyone stopped dead. Some of the guys dropped their cards. Some of the guys dropped their beers. Everyone's jaws dropped.

Lois was standing there in a sultry come fuck me schoolgirl outfit. Hot and ready to go from top to bottom. As the guys took in the full scene they were mesmerized like deer caught in headlights. She had on a pair of black Mary Jane's. Her legs were gloved in a set of white thigh high stockings topped each with a little bow. They really showed off her hot legs. Up from the stocking tops she teased with a little bit of exposed thigh till her pleated little skirt. The skirt was dam short but just long enough to cover her pussy. As their eyes continued upward they were greeted with her smooth flat mid drift sporting a belly button piercing and a transparent whitish shirt tied just below her breasts which were straining against the shirt, nipples hard and ready to go. The outfit was topped off with a little school tie as garnish and her hair in pigtails.

After giving the boys a few moments to take it all in Lois reached down and flipped up the front of her skirt showing off her glorious shaved pussy that was obviously a little moist and read for fucking.

"So boys who want to Fuck?!"

No one moved as they couldn't quite believe what had just and was now happening.

"Looks like I'm going to have to give you guys a kick start."

Lois dropped down to her hands and knees and slinked over to the nearest of the guys which happened to be Cleveland. Without a word she spread his legs and buried her face in his crotch. She nuzzled his quickly hardening cock and balls through his pants for a moment or two then reached up and started undoing his pants. Everyone else got up and moved around the table to get a better view of what was going on. Lois deftly undid his pants and had his now fully hard cock out in a matter of moments. Cleveland's cock had to be 8 inches but Lois only smiled then went right to work on it. She gave it a little kiss then wrapped her lovely red lips around the head and started to gently suck just the head while teasing his balls. Lightly brushing and caressing them with the tips of her finger nails. Cleveland was lost in the moment as soon as his cock went into Lois's mouth.

"Suck it baby, suck my big black dick."

This broke the spell for everyone else and they started to get there pants off. Quagmire made his move first and got down behind Lois. He pushed up her skirt and started fingering her pussy.

"God Lois you're nice and wet."

He then got down and started to eat out her pussy. While he went to town Brian reached down and opened up Lois shirt and got a nice handful of her tits. Everyone else got a hand full of Lois tits when they could and enjoyed the feel of the rest of her body as well.

By this point Lois was fully involved in blowing Cleveland. Taking his cock down here throat as far as she could at the same time moaning as Quagmire's tongue teased her pussy. When Cleveland started building up to his finale he took Lois's head with both hands and stood up making sure to keep her head on his cock then he started to pump her mouth. After a little while of face fucking her he pushed her head down all the way bury his dick to the hilt in her mouth and throat and blew his load. Lois chocked a little but did her best to take it all. Spent, Cleveland pulled out and fell back into his chair while Lois went down on her elbows gasping for breath. Quagmire took this as a good time to stop eating out Lois's pussy and move on to the main course. He got up and positioned his dick right at Lois's well lubed pussy. Without any preamble he went right on in all the way to the hilt. Lois came right on up with s shriek of delight and Quagmire reached over for a quick feel of her tits. 

With Lois now back up on all fours and her mouth free Mort moved up and slid his dick into her mouth for his turn. He may not have had Cleveland's size but he was hard and ready to go and wasted no time on foreplay instead taking her by the back of the head and getting right to it. Lois didn't miss a beat. Quagmire was fucking Lois hard but it didn't take long for him and Mort to get her into a good rhythm that worked for both of them. As they pumped her Brian came up next to Mort jerking off waiting for a break in the action. Not long into the action Quagmire took Lois by the hips and gave her one long hard last trust into her pussy as he came. Only moments later Mort started to blow his load. He let the first couple of spurts down her throat then pulled out and blew the rest of it on her face and just as he finished Brian grabbed her by the hair turning her head towards him and while jerking off added his load to the one that she just got sprayed with. 

After Quagmire pulled out Brian gave Lois a minute or two to catch her breath.

"Come on over to the couch baby I'm going to bend you over the armrest and take your ass."

Without a word Lois got up walked over to the couch discarding her blouse with its little tie along the way and bent over the armrest with her tits hanging teasingly over onto the couch and her ass up in the air. Then she spread her legs, flipped up her skirt, and waited. Brian still jerking himself off spit on his cock once or twice then walked up behind her. He gave her ass a couple of slaps causing Lois to bite her lip in respond. Brian then positioned his dick at her asshole and slowly started to work his cock in.

"God you're tight."

Lois was to distracted taking his dick up her ass to respond. After Brian had worked himself in almost all the way he started to slowly pump her. He wanted to make this last and enjoy it as long as he could. Everyone else sat back and enjoyed the show.

Brian fucked her ass for a while but couldn't hold out forever and blew a huge load up into her. When he was done he waited a few moments before pulling out just enjoying the moment. After he pulled out there was a trickle of cum leaking out of her asshole and running down her leg. Lois stayed there bent over the couch armrest for a couple of minute regaining her composure. None of the guys moved in for seconds though since they all had had a go but Joe. Once Lois had her senses about her again she stood back up, looked around the room, and smiled.

"I think it's time for Joe to have a turn."

Lois slowly strutted over to Joe in his wheelchair along the way sliding out of her skirt. In just her stockings and Mary Jane's she got down on her knees in front of Joe. She gave his dick a little kiss and a couple of small teasing sucks then put it between her tits and started giving him a tit job. Once he was good and hard she nibbled on his dick a couple of more times then she stood up turned. She reached back spreading her ass and slowly sat back sliding down onto his hard dick. Lois worked Joe's dick slowly and deliberately for some time using the arms of the wheelchair as support. When Joe started to blow she sat down into his lap letting him slid his dick into her pussy to the hilt, putting her over the edge as well. She rocked her ass back and forth enjoying the feeling of his dick as he came and twitched in her. She was in heaven biting her lip as she came in time with Joe trying to hold on to the moment.

For the next hour or so they fucked Lois over and over till everyone was fairly spent, even Lois.

"All right boys it time to call it a night. I need to get some rest and Peter will be here in the morning so please clean up before you leave and make sure to lock the door on your way out. Now before I head upstairs how about you all come over here and give me a cum bath."

With that Lois got down on her knees in the middle of the room squeezing her tits and licking her lips. Everyone circled around and jerked off till they blew adding a fresh layer of cum to what she already had in her hair, on her face, tits, and everywhere else. When they were done Lois took each one into her mouth and licked them clean in turn. When she finished she got up, collected the discarded bits of her outfit and headed upstairs for a shower and some sleep. Her great ass swaying seductively as she went.

The guys found there pants and put both themselves and the room back together. Cleaning up as best they could so it looked like the only thing that happened there was some poker. No reason Peter needed to know. 

The guys all left and headed down to the bar for a few beer and to figure out when the next time Peter might be away so they could have another poker night hosted by Lois. 



Lois Griffin, Return to Video 01



A few weeks went by after the guys poker night and no one said a word about what happened. It was a quiet secret and for now that was the end of it.

Brian was in the kitchen having a martini and writing when Lois wandered in. They were the only ones home as the kids were in school and Peter at work.

"Hey Brian, you busy with anything right now?"

"Nothing I can't walk away from. What can I do for you Lois?"

"Well... about what happened a few weeks back when Peter was out of town."

"Don't worry about it Lois. We had a great time and thank you for it but no one is saying a word about."

"No, it's not that. I had fun too. I miss having fun like that. You know I did a short little run in adult movies when I was young and well you were an award winning porn director for a bit. Brian I need a release. I want to do a video or two but I don't want anyone to know. Can you help me?"

Brain was trying hard not to break out in a big grin and to suppress the boner he had developing in his pants as he thought about were this was going.

"I'll see what I can do Lois. I know some people who run some adult websites. I'll have a talk with them. How about you come by my room tomorrow around 10 am when everyone is out of the house."

With that Brian finished his drink and went off to get a few things together.

After a night of making some calls, getting some equipment together, and brainstorming how to work this situation Brian was ready.

Ten am sharp there was a knock on Brian's door.

"Come on in Lois."

The door opened and in walked Lois in her usual around the house cloths.

"All right let me lay this out for you Lois. If you want to do this here is the deal. We'll have you wear a little mask enough to hide your identity but not distract from your looks or the sex. I'll shoot you in various situations and you'll take the direction I give you. If any of the situations are something you don't want to do that's fine just tell me. The videos will be posted to a pay website a few friends of mine run. They'll give you a flat rate per video posted and a cut of the cash that comes in specify for your videos. If you agree they'll send the paperwork over later."

"I can walk away whenever I want?"

"Yes you can. This is all you, no pressure."

"Alright I'm in. When do you want to start?"

"We can start right now. There is a small mask on the desk right next to you enough to cover your eyes and hide who you are. Put it on while I power up the camera."

Without a word Lois put on the mask and waited while Brian got his camera gear running.

"All right we're rolling. We're going to do a little POV baby. Get down on all fours, crawl over here, and get my dick out."

Lois gave him a sly grin then wordlessly complied. She slowly got down on all fours and slinked over to Brian. When she finally got in front of him she sat back on her haunches and nuzzled his crotch. At the same time putting both her hands on his ass and digging her nails in. Then she proceeded to undo his belt and pants with her mouth. This done she pulled his pants down and then nuzzled his rapidly hardening cock through his boxers teasing him. 

Lois didn't tease him to long but before she freed his cock she looked up at Brian and the camera giving a wink and blowing the camera a kiss after which she slipped his boxer down and got slapped in the face by his erect cock.

"Suck it baby, suck that cock."

Lois tickled the tip of his cock with her nose then gave it a quick couple of licks. She then proceeded to lick up and down the sides a few times. Without warning she formed her mouth into a lovely O shape and went down on his cock as far as she could in one shot. She almost gagged and Brian almost lost it as he felt the tip of his dick rubbing up again the back of her throat. 

Lois stayed down as long a she could then backed off to get some breath. She now slowly worked the tip of his cock in her mouth with her tongue and bobbed her head up and down clearly and audibly enjoying the taste and feel of having a cock in her mouth. 

Brian let her suck him for some time but stopped her before she took him all the way to completion and made him blow. He was after all shooting a video. He took her by the back of the head and drove her down on his cock one last time before pulling her away.

"Take your top off you slut and let's see your great tits. I want you to fuck me with those tits of yours for a bit."

Lois did as directed undoing the buttons on her green blouse as slowly and as seductively she could then shed her top and slipped out of her white bra freeing her lovely rack. She teased her nipple as she looked up at the camera smiling. After playing with her breast for a touch and being a tease she leaned forward and squeezed Brian's cock between her lovely breasts commencing to give him a tit job. She gave the tip of his cock a little nibble every time his cock came up towards her mouth.

When Brian was ready to pop again he took Lois by the back of the head and pushed her head back down onto his dick.

"I'm going to come in your mouth baby. I want you to swallow it. You're going to show everybody how you're a good girl and swallow."

Lois went back to giving him a quality blowjob. She started bobbing her head up and down fairly rapidly and working his balls with her fingers at the same time. When Brian came he took the back of her head in his hand and held her down as he shot his load letting out a long grunt of pleasure and release. After he was done Lois took a couple of sucks to make sure she had gotten it all then she sat back and winked at the camera.

"Show me baby. Show me how you swallow."

Lois opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little showing everyone the cum that Brian had filled her mouth with. Then she swallowed and opened he mouth again to show everyone that she had in fact done so. This done she gave the camera a wink and a little wave goodbye.

Brian shut off the camera and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"That was a good start Lois. I'll do a little editing and send the video off. We'll do a couple of more in the next few weeks."

Lois didn't say a word just smiled. She took of the mask handing it back to Brian. Then got up and strolled out of the room with her tits still out bouncing gently as she went and her ass swaying invitingly.

Brian was already thinking about what to have her do next.



Lois Griffin, Return to Video 02



Brian submitted the video of Lois sucking him off to his friends and their website. It was a big hit not only with them but their subscribers. There were of course requests for more videos. Requests that Brian was looking forward to filling. 

It had been about a week and it was time to get a new video done. To that end he had been calling around and making arrangements in the hopes of shooting one or two interesting little clips. In the mean time he had left a hand held camera with Lois and given her basic instructions on how to operate it. She had in essence a homework assignment which was to film herself masturbating (though if she filmed herself doing other sex acts he certainly wasn't going to complain).

The footage Lois had shot was sitting on his desk right, now in fact. She had quietly dropped it off earlier in the morning.

Brian had been looking forward to seeing the footage and as soon as he had a break in his day into the computer it went. It was of course going to need some editing but this first viewing was purely for enjoyment and "quality control".

The video began as most of these amateur solo videos do with the camera being set up taking in a shot of the bed or some such location. Lois had been careful removing any items of a personal nature that might give clues to her identity. She had also spread out some toys on the bed. The usual assortment of vibrators, lube, and dildo's including what had to be a massive 16" black rubber cock. 

After a few moments Lois crawled into frame and onto the bed. She had her little mask on and a big comfortable bathrobe. Other than the tease of a little bit of her sexy leg showing through she wasn't giving anything away. Not just yet at any rate.

She gave the camera a cute little smile then blew her audience a kiss. 

"Howdy boys."

She positioned herself seated with her legs pulled up in front and a little off to the side of her as she faced the camera. Now comfortable she started to moved her hands up and down her body as sort of a warm up. Once she started to get into the grove she opened up the top of the bath robe a little bit to show off her cleavage bending forward to tease the audience. After a minute or two more of this she carefully untied her bathrobe and peeled it away ever so slowly. Starting with the top freeing her lovely tits then working her way down. She was still sitting with her legs pulled up and to the side so you got a great view of her legs and inviting thighs. She gave her bottom a little wiggle then repositioned herself with legs forward and spread wide showcasing her gorgeous shaved pussy for her viewers.

Brian was already hard and was pretty sure the paying subscribers would be too.

Lois went back to caressing her body specifically playing with her tit's and rubbing her pussy a little. She wasn't at it long before she went for one of the vibrators and a dildo. First she gave the dido a couple of licks then winked at he camera and proceeded to simulate a tit job on the dildo. This was solely for the audiences pleasure and when she got bored with it she instead took the vibrator in hand and started sucking on it. When she had it good and lubed she went right to work on her pussy and started fucking herself. No foreplay at all she wanted it and she wanted it now. She got vocal as she started getting herself worked up. The volume of the musical notes of woman getting ready to cum ever increasing. Well right up to the point when they were muffled by the up to this point idle dildo being shoved into her mouth. She was sucking and working the dildo with her tongue like a champ as she rammed herself feverishly with the vibrator. As she neared the edge of orgasm she laid back on the bed bucking with every wave of please that passed through her as the vibrator came in and out. When she hit the crest and was overcome by her orgasm she tensed up and arched her back at the same time pulling the dildo from her mouth a letting out a wail of pleasure. Afterward slowly sinking back releasing the tension from her body as she became totally relaxed.

She just lay there for a few minutes awash in the fading pleasure of her orgasm. Her breasts slowly rising and falling with every breath. When the moment had passed for her she turned and looked over at the camera with a evil grin on her face. 

Lois rolled over onto her stomach discarding the dildo and vibrator and went for the big black rubber cock and some lube. She gave it a little bit of a suck and nibble along it head then proceeded to give it a very generous lubing. She then got up on all fours turned herself almost all the way around so her ass was facing camera but you could still somewhat see her face. She reached back and started to very deliberately work the cock into her ass. It went slowly at first and met some resistance as evidenced by the occasional groan and wince form Lois. But as she patiently worked it back and forth getting it ever deeper in her ass it became clear she was enjoying it more and more. 

Lois fucked herself in the ass with that black cock for some time getting ever more into the moment. Suddenly without much warning she exploded in a sharp cry of pleasure and collapsed forward onto the bed convulsing with the aftershocks of her second orgasm. The black cock still in her protruding from her ass and twitching in the air every time her body gave a tremor.

Lois wasn't the only person who came. Brian had been jerking himself off ever since she showcased her shaved pussy and much like Lois in the video he too needed a few moments to come of the high of this experience.

The rest of the video when Lois finally collected her composure was nothing more than her removing her last toy and crawling over to the camera to shut it off. Brian edited the video to end with Lois laying on the bed with the big black dildo still sticking out of her ass waving good bye.



Lois Griffin, Return to Video 03



Video two had gone over well and the stage was set for video three.

Brian had given Lois the heads up that he intended to do a location shoot involving some girl on girl and some straight sex. He gave her a chance to decline but she was all for it. Clearly she was having a good time with her little project. So here they were driving out to shoot her next video. They were going to be gone for at least half the day if not most of the afternoon as well so they left Peter with the cover story that Brian was heading to a literary event and Lois had wanted to tag along since there were some authors there whose works she like.

It wasn't long before Brian pulled up at a security gate at the back service entrance to the Quahog airport. He passed the guard there id's and there info on where they were expected and just like that they were driving towards a large maintenance hangar. This being a weekend there were very few people around and the hanger they pulled into was deserted containing a moderately sized passenger jet that had been idled in order to execute a retrofit. 

After parking next to the jet and grabbing a bag containing some gear Brian directed Lois up the stairs to the entry at the front of the jet. Once at the top of the stairs he gave the door a set of three rapid but soft knocks. After a few moments the door swung open and they were greeted by Quagmire wearing his airline pilot's uniform. 

"Hey guys come on in. Why don't you head down the aisle to first class and get comfortable. By the way Brian I've already set up most of the gear you just need to hook up your second and third cameras and we'll be all set."

As they came down the isle into the first class cabin that was clearly going to be today's set they were greeted by the sight of a sexy young flight attended. She had wavy shoulder length auburn hair, a stunning face with a beautiful mocha complexion. As she walked the sway of her hips was hypnotizing. Her gorgeous bouncy tits and long full legs were not overly on display but still clearly showcased by her slightly conservative but very carefully fitted flight attendants uniform, a standard not to tight skirt ending just above the knees leading up to a white button blouse, legs and cleavage strategically on display. The uniform was rounded out with matching high heels and a small open jacket. This was the uniform of a real airline flight attendant not the kind a flirty young woman would wear to a costume party.

"Good morning my name is Jasmine and I'll be your hostess today."

"Lois you and Jasmine will be entertaining each other today after which we will all have a little fun. There is a uniform for you on the seat over there. If you would please go get yourself changed while I set up the last of the cameras and get changed as well. Jasmine can show you were to change and I'm sure she will be more than happy to help you."

Final set up and wardrobe took about fifteen minutes.

"Girls we're all set up if your ready come on down."

Jasmine strolled in with Lois in tow behind her in a matching uniform looking just as sexy.

"Alright girls we will start this video with you two in the first class galley. Lois I want you to work at prepping the food cart. Jasmine will come in to help you. I want you two to get comfortable with each other and go from there. There are some toys located in the cart if you have a need. Okay so if you girls would please put on your little masks, get yourself into position, and start when you feel ready. The cameras are rolling as of right now."

Lois went over to the food cart and started working at getting it set up for service while Jasmine vanished behind the curtain that left the first class galley area. After a couple of minutes Jasmine reappeared. She came over to Lois and proceeded to assist her with her task.

"Let me help you get this set up."

"Thanks, I could use the help."

This went on for several minutes allowing for plenty of shots of both the girls bending over and showing off their asses as well as providing shots of their cleavage as they worked. After a reasonable amount of time Jasmine stopped and started to take off her jacket.

"It's really warm in here and with all this work I'm starting to overheat. Aren't you hot too?"

"Yes and I could use a little cooling off."

Lois proceeded to peel off her jacket as well but then took the initiative and unbuttoned the front of her blouse. She walked over to the mini fridge and took out some ice cubes.

"Here let me help you with that."

Jasmine came over and took one of the cubes form Lois. She then came around behind Lois and pulled back her loose blouse exposing her shoulders. Her lovely shoulders now free Jasmine took the ice cube and proceeded to work it slowly over and around Lois's shoulders. The initial touch of the cube sent a shiver through Lois and you could see he nipples getting hard through the thin material of her lacy white bra. As she rubbed the ice cube around, first just over her shoulders then onto her neck and down towards her cleavage she left a trail of glistening ice water. 

Still behind Lois she leaned in and started to suck the ice water off of Lois shoulders and neck. As she did this she reached around with the ice cub and started to rub it over Lois's right breast slowly working the ice cube beneath the bra teasing her already hard nipple. As the bra became wet it became mostly transparent. Lois was clearly enjoying it purring as Jasmine went along. She reached up and unclasped the front of her bra freeing her tits giving Jasmine unrestricted access. While Jasmine played with her right breast Lois starting squeezing and playing with her now free left breast.

Right about the time Jasmine started running out of ice cube Lois abruptly turned around. She pushed Jasmine up against the planes hull and ripped open her blouse. Jasmine was surprised and before she could react or respond Lois's lips were on hers and Lois was making out with her. As she was exploring Jasmines mouth with her tongue her hands were undoing the zipper on Jasmines skirt then sliding it off revealing her delicate powder blue panties. Lois started to finger Jasmines pussy through her panties and clearly Jasmine loved it. Her moans and sighs were muffled as she and Lois were still making out every moment getting more and more into it. 

When Jasmine had built up much of the way to orgasmic Lois stopped making out with her and dropped down to her knees. She slid of Jasmines now wet panties giving the guys and the camera a clear view of her shaved pussy. Then without wasting time she buried her face between Jasmine's legs and started to eat her out. Jasmine almost double over and had to use the counter of the galley station for support. She had already been moaning quietly when Lois was rubbing her pussy but now she was getting more and more vocal by the minute. As Lois got her more and more worked up and towards climax she started to convulse with each wave of pleasure that passed through her. Then right as Jasmine hit her climax Lois dug her nails into her thighs and Jasmine screamed out in utter carnal joy nearly passing out.

Lois backed off giving Jasmine a chance to catch her breath. Jasmine melted sliding down the wall till she was face to face with Lois then leaned forward and started to once again make out with Lois tasting herself on Lois's lips. 

Jasmine slowly and gently scooted Lois towards the middle of the floor were she pushed her onto her back. She then reached over to the service cart and removed a vibrator form one of the drawers.

Jasmine pushed Lois's skirt up to her waist then pulled off her panties.

"My turn." And with a wink Jasmine laid herself down in between Lois's legs.

Jasmine started in by gently licking and sucking on Lois's clit and as Lois started to respond more and more she started eating Lois out ever more enthusiastically with every moment. When Lois became good and wet Jasmine began working her pussy with the vibrator. Slowly at first but faster and harder as Lois climbed to orgasm. Lois started to approach her climax thanks to Jasmine's skilled mouth but Jasmine stopped her short. Instead she quickly rolled Lois over on her stomach while continuing to work her pussy feverishly with the vibrator but now with easy access to Lois's ass she started to finger Lois's asshole with her other hand. This was the straw that broke the camel's back and put Lois right over the edge causing her to buck and scream as she came.

Spent Lois melted into a heap were she lay with Jasmine laying on top of her enjoying the moment of relaxation as well. The only sound in the room was the girls shallow panting and the soft whir of the vibrator still working it's magic in Lois's pussy as it cycled down much like the girls had done.

Brian gave the girls around three quiet minutes of rest and then gave Quagmire the go ahead to get started.

Quagmire slowly strolled into frame from the direction of the cabin. He unlike the girls wasn't wearing a mask and neither for that matter was Brian. They had both been on video already at various times over the years.

"Well you two put on quite a show. I enjoyed your performance form just back in the isle. Now that you both are no longer distracted maybe you could take care of me?"

Both Girls looked at each other and grinned. Jasmine slid off of Lois and they both crawled over to Quagmire. When they got to Quagmire they got up on there knees. Jasmine started to work on his belt while Lois went for the zipper. They quickly pulled down his pants and boxers and out he sprang to attention having long since gotten hard watching these two go at it. 

Jasmine took Quagmire's sizable cock and went right to work sucking on it while Lois went to work licking and sucking his balls. Each took a turn sucking his balls and cock then they both started working his cock together sneaking a quick kiss to each other every time they go to the tip.

At this point Brian left all the video equipment on automatic (though he did have a remote control on him if he saw a opportunity for a better shot) and walked into the scene for a little fun as well wearing the same type of pilots uniform as Quagmire.

"So this is where everyone went to. Well you guys got room for one more?" With that he unbuckled and drop his pants and much like Quagmire he too was already hard.

Jasmine stopped playing with Quagmires dick and instead started to crawl over to Brian.

"Something new to play with, can I please have a taste?"

As Jasmine came up onto her knees in front of Brian he reached out and took her by the back of the head guiding her towards his hard waiting cock.

"Open wide."

He pushed her head down about half way onto his shaft. Then eased up and let her get to work sucking like a pro. While she sucked she also worked his balls with one hand and reached over to hold onto his ass with the other digging her nails in.

Lois now had Quagmire all to herself and went to work deep throating him. Quagmire took her head with both hands and started face fucking her holding her head down every time she took him right down to the base of his cock. Lois took it like a champ never gagging. After a while Quagmire started pumping in and out of her mouth slowly increasing the pace steadily as he fucked her mouth. As he was about to blow his load he pushed her head down onto his cock all the way and held her there.

"I'm coming baby, swallow it, swallow it all!"

He bucked his hips as he blew his load and didn't let Lois pull away. She did her best to swallow all she could only, chocking a little bit. When he was done he let her head go and she came up for air but soon returned her mouth to his dick to lick him clean.

While Quagmire was making use of Lois's mouth Brian was enjoying the blowjob Jasmine was giving him. Watching Lois take Quagmire's load pushed Brian over the edge and he started to blow his load as well. He blew the first couple of shots into Jasmines mouth but then pulled her head back off his dick and shot the rest of his cum onto her face. When he was done Jasmine much like Lois proceeded to lick her man clean.

"How about you girls get out of the rest of your uniforms and get on all fours for us."

Wordlessly both Lois and Jasmine shed what little they still had on and as asked got on all fours. They both positioned there inviting ass's towards the guy who's cum they had just enjoyed. Their asses were barely in the air before the guys were behind them lining themselves up.

Quagmire went right for Lois's asshole. He had been dreaming of fucking her up the ass ever since the poker night some time back and watching Jasmine finger Lois ass earlier just made him more determined. He took his still hard wet dick that had gotten fairly well lubed up from the blowjob and slowly started to work it into her ass feeding it in ever so slowly as she rocked her hips back and for with steady determination. Lois was in a little bit of agony but didn't complain.

Brian laughed a little watching Lois grimacing as Quagmire start taking her up the ass. And as tempting as the idea was to take Jasmine up the ass as well he had other plans. He wanted her pussy plain and simple and positioned the head of his cock at her pussy gently rubbing against her pussy lips. He then took her hips with both hand and pulled her back hard as he rammed himself home with one strong thrust. Jasmine squealed at the sudden forceful insertion and gave a little squeak every time he trust in all the way as he pumped her pussy for all it was worth. 

Brian pounded Jasmines pussy for as long as he could without cuming but when he felt he was getting ready to lose it he pulled out and rolled her over onto her back, spread her legs, and went back to fucking her. He was having a great time fucking her doggy style but he wanted to watch her lovely tits bounce back and forth and see her face as he came in her and hopefully as she reached orgasm as well.

While Brian was pounding away on Jasmines pussy Quagmire had gotten as much of his dick into Lois's ass as he could and had picked up the pace to a steady rhythm. Lois had stopped grimacing and was now enjoying herself. As Quagmire worked her ass she reached back and started playing with herself as well. She had been building up to her own orgasm and when it hit sending waves of pleasure through her causing her to quake Quagmire almost lost it. He was done and he knew it having only a couple of moments before he blew. He pulled out of Lois's ass with a audible pop and quickly, to her surprise, flipped her over. He took both her feet and guided them to his crotch.

"Come on baby milk my cock."

Lois knew instantly what Quagmire wanted. With one foot she took his hard throbbing cock between her toes jerking it off and with the other she teased and massages his balls. In a matter of seconds he was shooting his hot load all over her feet and sexy legs. 

When he was spent he took her legs and spread them then lay down on top of her. He wanted to come down form his climax while enjoying the feel of her body under him and the taste of her lips.

As Quagmire was relaxing with Lois Jasmine gave out as scream as she came and Brian followed her in quick succession. When he had finished blowing his load in Jasmine he too pulled out and relaxed himself on top of his partner.

After everyone had plenty of time to relax the guys helped Lois and Jasmine up and the two of them headed off to a shower facility that existed in this particular hanger to clean up. Brian and Quagmire then packed up and picked up.

After editing Brian ended the tape with everyone in a comfortable heap on the floor spent.

Now what to do next?



Lois Griffin, Return to Video 04



Three video's into this little project and Lois's anonymous internet persona was developing the beginnings of a following. It had been about three plus weeks since the video with Quagmire and people had been steadily asking about fresh content and making request. Brian already had something in mind but he didn't want to burn Lois out. His concern was that if he suddenly started to push even a little to hard she would back off and the fun would be over. He was hoping though that after three weeks she would be eager not just interested.

There was a little barbeque going on at Joes with everyone from the block attending. This little get together was going to go on late into the evening with the guys staying over for beers and the game. Brian didn't really care about tonight's game so this would be a good opportunity to duck out and maybe get Lois out of the house. So as people were wandering around socializing Brian took a moment when others were not around to see if Lois was ready for another video shoot.

"Lois, Peter will be here tonight with the guys for the game. Do you want to take the opportunity to film another video something with a group maybe a little dirtier?"

"Oh, sounds like fun what do you have in mind?"

"Meet me at 8 pm at the mall. You can always tell Peter you're going to a movie or something, park on the second to last level of their parking garage. We go from there in one vehicle. Bring slutty heels, fishnets, and a thong all in black. Add to that a trench coat. You can change on the way."

Lois nodded and walked of to mingle.

It was still early but this would be the best time to leave without raising suspicion and to have time to make a hand full of necessary arrangements. So Brian made his excuses, said his goodbyes, and headed out. His dick was already stirring thinking about the coming evening.

Just after 8 pm Lois pulled into a parking spot on the second to last level of Quahog malls parking garage a bag with the requested garments next to her. There weren't many vehicles up here and she didn't see Brian's car anywhere. As she looked around though a black van pulled up behind her car and Brian got out.

"Hop in Lois you can get changed in the back."

After Lois got in Brian started heading towards one of the neighboring cities some thirty miles or so away. This little experiment was going to involve total strangers and he wanted to minimize as much as possible running into anyone they knew.

Forty minutes or so later Brian saw a location he liked. It was a dimly illuminated dead end alley in a unfrequented part of town with one or two business having access. He parked the van just outside of the alley obstructing it a little. He did this intentionally as now the van made it hard for anyone to easily see down the alley. 

While they had been driving Lois had changed as request. Per Brian's wardrobe suggestions she had sheathed her legs in a set of tight weave fishnets that were attached to a garter belt (her own little touch), put on a black thong, and black fuck me heels. All this now wrapped in a dark trench coat.

"All right Lois I'm going to go back into the alley. There are bound to be a couple of lowlifes and vagrant back there. I'm going to have a talk with them and after I'm done I'm going to come back and get you. I want you to show these boys a good time. You're going to suck them off and get covered in cum. Are you up for that?"

There was a little bit of a pause as Lois was giving what she was about to do a little thought.

"I'm game."

"Put on your mask."

Brian walked off after shutting the door grinning. Somewhere around ten to fifteen minutes later he was back.

"All right show time. Stay here a couple of second. I'm going to go down to that dumpster over there. After I get there I will start rolling film. Come down to me and then go around to the other side of the dumpster. There is some fresh cardboard laid out on the ground back there for you. Take it form there."

In a flash Brian was gone and at the dumpster. She gave him a moment or two then slowly started sauntering down the alleyway wrapped tight in her trench coat only a hint of the fishnets showing. As she passed Brain she gave him a little shake of her ass and he followed her form there.

When Lois got to her intended destination she was greeted by four alley tramps. All dirty tattered homeless bum's who at this moment were some of the luckiest guys on earth. They had formed a semicircle around a flattened area of clean cardboard under what seemed like the only working light in the alley.

Wordlessly she walked to the center of the group and started to take off her trench coat. She didn't bother to do a little dance as she removed her coat or even make a effort to be seductive. She merely opened up the front then slid it off tossing it over on top of the dumpster. There she stood her amazing tits out, nipples hard, wearing a thong, fishnets, and fuck me heels in front of four filthy strangers ready to be used.

The tramps hadn't necessarily believed Brian when he recruited them. They thought this might be some kind of scam or prank. But right then and there it hit them not only was this legit this was something they were only going to get one shot at. Like stallions at a stakes race coming out of the gate the feverishly started to strip away their pants. 

While they maddeningly stripped Lois dropped down onto her knees and waited. In only a few moments one of the bums stepped out of a heap of rags that had been his pants. He came right up to Lois and gave her a little slap on the cheek with his quickly hardening cock. Lois was trying hard not to be overcome by his foul odor. Clearly he didn't get to bathe all that often. But without complaint she took his cock and guided it into her mouth. She immediately pulled back and gagged at its horrible taste but got herself f back together quickly and put it back into her mouth. As she started sucking him off two of the other tramps positioned themselves one to each side and as she became aware of them she reach out and started stroking there cocks while they fondled her tits.

All of a sudden the bum who she was giving a blowjob to grabbed her head and with a loud grunt started blowing his load. It had clearly been a long time since he had any attention from a woman and he just couldn't control himself. For as horrible as he tasted she swallowed as much of his cum as she could the rest leaking out and dripping down her chin. 

Just as he finished and pulled out the bum on her left stepped right in taking the others place. He grabbed Lois by the hair and rammed his dick right into her mouth. He didn't even wait for her to start sucking on his dick instead he just started to fuck her mouth, neither the taste or smell had improved. 

He was enthusiastically trying to push his dick all the way down her throat and she had to make an effort not to get knocked over. The bum who had been initially left out had stepped in to the vacated spot on her left and guided Lois's hand to his waiting dick. Jerking the other two helped her balance herself against her current onslaught.

She didn't get face fucked for long before this one too lost his load. He had pushed her head down as far as he could and held her there while he shot his seed into the back of her mouth and down her throat. When he finally finished he let her pull her head back. Free of his dick trying to plug her throat she gasped and coughed. As she was momentarily distracted the bum on her right who she had been jerking off stepped up in front of her. She had her head down while she was couching and now with someone standing in front of her she looked back up. As she did so she took a blast of warm cum right in the eye and then several others in rapid succession all over her face before he managed to slide his dick home into her mouth. He was still cumming and she sucked his dick trying to get everything he had left down her throat.

The last bum was gentler than the rest. He let Lois set the pace of the blowjob and since there was no one left to jerk off she played with his balls. When he was ready to blow his load he pulled out of her mouth and deposited his cum all over her face.

Now these guys were not porn stars. They really weren't going to get a good second run.

Lois took the cock of the bum who just came as he was still standing there and sucked him clean. She then motioned for the others to follow and sucked them clean in turn. When she finished she wiped the cum of her face and sucked it off her fingers in front of everyone.

Finished she wordlessly got up and collected her trench coat. She put it back on but didn't tie it up instead choosing to let to hand free and walked slowly and deliberately back to the van.

Brian shut off his camera and turned back around to the bums.

"Thank you gentlemen." In parting he handed them each a fifty and was gone.

On the drive back to the mall and Lois's car Brian made a small detour to an empty back lot he knew. The events in the alley had gotten him horny as hell. He needed a release and Lois hadn't had a chance to get off either. He parked and took her into the back of the van. He had her climb on top of him so he could eat out her pussy while she sucked him off. Brian didn't film this though. This one was for him, one of the perks of being the director.



Lois Griffin, Return to Video 05



Lois had now down several videos with Brian and was developing into something of a sensation with a solid following on the site that was caring the videos. Brian had received the first payment from his friends who ran the site and it was for a very respectable sum of money. After making sure to get his cut Brian slipped Lois a check that morning for her part of the first payout. He didn't say a word just smiled and walked away figuring the numbers would speak for themselves.

They must have since later that afternoon when everyone was out Lois tracked Brian down.

"So Brian when are we doing another video and what are we shooting?"

Brian had been getting requests and suggestions for future videos and since the Quagmire video some of the other guys had wanted a shot at participating in videos. Some of the suggestions were interesting and Brian decided to kill two birds with one stone. Cleveland's sons eighteen birthday was coming up Saturday and this could be a interesting opportunity.

"How about this Saturday night? Maybe some energetic black cock and maybe even a double team."

"Oh, sound fun."

"Wear a cow girl outfit if you have one."

"I got just the thing."

Come Friday Brian got a nice hotel room downtown for his shoot. Passed on the location and time to both Lois and Cleveland and got set up.

Saturday Cleveland Jr's party went off during the day without a hitch. Cleveland had told him earlier in the day that they would be cutting out to catch a show around 6:30 pm. 

"All right boy in the car I don't want to be late. No one wait up for us we might be out for a while." With that he and his son headed downtown.

It wasn't long before they were pulling into the parking garage of one of the better hotels downtown.

"What are we doing here dad?"

"I got a special gift for you son. What did you think I forgot to get you something?"

Fifteen minutes later Cleveland was opening the to one of the rooms on the twelfth floor. Inside they found a very nice set of rooms one of which had a series of camera's and associated gear set up for a film shot. Brian was relaxing in one of the arm chairs with a scotch.

"Good evening guys. Cleveland Jr your father set up what's going to probably one of the best nights of your life. You ready to be a porn star?"

"What?!"

"Son welcome to manhood. Oh and by the way I remembered how much you like westerns."

That was Brian's cue. He snapped his finger. Across the room a door opened and out stepped Cleveland Jr's toy for the night.

Lois had worn for the occasion a set of nice cowboy boots, very short cut off daisy dukes, a checkered shirt tied off at her breast but in truth barely keeping her tits contained though it did show off her sexy midriff. The outfit was rounded out with a nice western straw hat and Lois little mask of course. Lois bent forward a little squeezing her tits between her arms to show off the goods then did a slow spin so everyone could get a look at the full package. Her daisy dukes were cut so short that they almost became a thong in the back though this was perfect for showcasing her glorious ass.

"All right boy here are the rules. She will do whatever you tell her or what we tell her. But you don't touch the mask and you don't get overly aggressive. If you want to wear a mask we got some on the table by the door if not, well that's your choice. You got it?"

"I got it dad. Fuck I'm going to be a porn star!"

"See that chair there in the middle of the set up. Go and have a seat. Brian is going to start filming."

Cleveland Jr walked over to the chair and took a seat. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

Lois gave Cleveland Jr about twenty second after he sat down to settle in then sauntered over to him and into frame. She put her left hand on his right shoulder and circled him once giving him a chance to enjoy a closer look at his present. When she was back in front of him she could tell by looking at his pants that he already had a hard on.

She started in by giving him a little show. She did a turn and half in front of him wiggling her hips slowly as she went. Half way through her second turn when she had her back to him she spread her legs and bent over at the waist putting her ass front and center for a few second. When she came back up she didn't turn around instead she unbuttoned her daisy dukes, wiggled out of them kicking them off to the side once they were on the ground. Cleveland Jr now had a sweet bare ass right in front of him. Remembering that he could do what he wanted her reached out and pinched Lois ass. Lois not expecting this squealed and jumped a little.

"You naughty boy." Is all Lois said when she turned around. Lois stepped in till she was straddling his lap. She took booth his hands and guided them to her ass for him to play with. Then she reached up and untied the knot at the front off her shirt letting her ample inviting tits spill out. Once they were free Lois leaned in and let Cleveland motor boat her for a bit after which he sucked on her tits and nipples. While he was enjoying himself Lois tossed aside the hat since it was only going to get in the way later. When she felt he had enough teasing she reached down and squeezed his crotch.

"All ready for me I see."

Lois backed off of Cleveland Jr a bit then spread his legs to make some space and in a flash she was down on her knees undoing his pants. He hadn't worn a belt and his pants were loose so she was able to slide them and his boxers off with ease. As his dick came free it sprang up right to attention.

He was fairly big for his age maybe even a little bigger than Cleveland senior.

Lois took his hard cock and guided towards her mouth as she leaned in. At first she gave it a little nipple and lick. He was young and over exited and she could immediately tell that he was going to blow at any second. She had planned on starting with a tit job but not wanting to disappoint she quickly took as much off his rod into her mouth and down her throat as she could, gagging a bit at the end. This was it for Cleveland Jr. he grabbed both sides of the chair, bucked his hips forward getting his dick just a little bit farther down Lois throat and hollered.

"I'm cuming, fucking I'm cuming!"

He must not have not jerked off in a week or two since the torrent of cum that he shot was massive. Lois tried to swallow all she could but had to come up for air after a bit and as she pulled back of his cock she got blasted in the face by the last of his load.

She sat back on her ass in front of him coughing a little with cum dripping off her chin and cheeks' as he relaxed and came down of his orgasm. Once they had taken a few moments to get back in the moment Cleveland Jr now feeling empowered stood up. As he did so Lois noticed that even after all that he was still hard.

"Take off your shirt and get up on all fours I want to take you from behind."

Without any resistance Lois did what was asked of her. She took off and tossed aside her open shirt and got onto all fours facing away from Cleveland Jr sticking her ass up at him invitingly.

He got in behind her but instead of fucking her outright he got down on the ground and took a try at eating pussy. He worked at it for a bit and clearly needed a lot more practice but Lois reached back and helped him get her off by massaging her clit. She was in the moment and exited enough that she was able to reach orgasm.

Now that much more encouraged after eating some pussy Cleveland Jr got up behind Lois and guided his cock to her pussy lips then pushed forward and slowly slid on in. He took Lois by the hips for balanced and started to pump away at her pussy.

Cleveland and Brian had been enjoying the show and Cleveland was glad his son was clearly having a good time. That said now that Cleveland Jr had enjoyed Lois for a bit it was time for dad to join the fun. While he had been watching and waiting Cleveland had stripped. Even Brian had stripped while the cameras were running on automatic since he planned on getting a piece of the action too.

With Cleveland Jr fucking Lois from behind Cleveland took the opportunity to get in on the action. He stepped out into frame and walked over to Lois stopping in front of her for a turn at her skilled mouth. He was mostly hard and had been jerking off a little. Cleveland took Lois by the hair, stepped in a little for better positioning and guided Lois's mouth towards his balls. She immediately responded by alternating teasing them with her tongue and sucking on them with an occasional nibble. 

He let her play with his balls for a bit as he got a little more worked up then took her by the hair again. He pulled her up just a bit and guided his dick right into her mouth bucking his hips forward so he could ram it home and face fuck her. It took a few minutes, a few enjoyable minutes till he and his son managed to find a rhythm that worked for them.

They were both having a great time. Cleveland reached out and high-fived his soon enjoying the father son bonding experience with a wanton redheaded slut between them. Not long after that Cleveland Jr. blew his second load in Lois pussy pulling out only after he was spent and beginning to relax. 

With no one pushing form the other direction Cleveland now had a lot more control of his own rhythm as he fucked Lois mouth. He took her head in both hand and started to pump ever harder and farther down her throat. When he started getting his dick into her mouth right up to the hilt she started to gag. Right about then he pulled her down hard one last time and started to shot his load, unlike his son though he held her head tight not letting her pull away forcing her to take it all and choke a little. When he was done he let her pull back gasping for air.

"You see son if you want them to swallow it all you got to hold their heads so they can't pull away."

Looking around the room while he gave Lois a couple of moments to stop coughing and recover he noticed a large cushioned foot rest and got an idea.

"Boy how about you go get that tube of Vaseline off the side table by the couch there. We're going to have ourselves a little fun taking this white bitch up the ass. It will be a good learning experience for you."

As Cleveland Jr was getting the lube Cleveland Sr helped Lois to her feet and led her over to the cushioned foot rest. He had her lay down on her stomach ass in the air. After she was in position there was a loud crack as he gave her ass a good slap.

"Listen boy you can't just go ramming your dick up there ass whenever you feel like it. Instead you got to ease into it a bit. When you find one that's willing you should start out by fingering her asshole to warm her up. Use some lube if you got it to smooth the way or have her get your dick nice and wet before you go in."

Cleveland took the tube, spread Lois ass cheeks a little with one hand, and applied a generous amount. He then tossed the tube aside and focused his attention back to the task at hand. He took his thumb and gently started to finger her asshole massaging it gently relaxing and stretching it ever so slightly. As he did this with his right hand he reached down with his left and played with her pussy a little getting a occasional hushed moan out of Lois.

"You see if you ease them into it and get them to enjoy it then they're going to want it next time. Use your fingers to relax and massage her asshole. Get her stretched out a little and nice and lubed then start to ease yourself in. Take your time before you go whole hog."

With that Cleveland stopped teasing Lois pussy and positioned his dick, which had gotten stiff again in anticipation, at her asshole. He ever so slowly started to push into her, in a little then back then in a little more and so on. When he was finally in as far as he wanted he started to pump her ass with a slow steady rhythm at first. He then proceeded to ratcheted up the tempo.

One of the cameras Brian had set up was filming the view from Lois face looking back towards Cleveland and it showed Lois with part of her fist in her mouth and her biting down on her knuckles. It was a great shot and would play well with viewers. 

Lois was taking the assault on her ass like a champ as Cleveland pumped ever harder. When he was ready to blow Cleveland rammed his dick hard into her while pulling her hips in to him and held her there. He was shaking and gave out a groan as he pumped her ass full of cum. After he was finally spent he pulled out with a pop and stepped back.

"Alright son I've loosened her up a bit for you. Go ahead take a crack at it."

Cleveland Jr didn't need to be told twice. He had been jerking himself off watching his father fuck Lois up the ass and was ready to go. Seeing as she had already been lubed and used he didn't feel the need for any foreplay. Instead he just positioned the head of his cock at Lois asshole, grabbed her hips, and slammed in hard with one thrust.

Lois wasn't prepared for this second and abrupt assault on her ass and screamed as Cleveland Jr buried his dick I her ass. He was going at Lois's ass fast and hard and Lois was being vocal grunting when each trust hit home.

Knowing that Cleveland Jr wasn't going to last long and wanting a piece of the action himself Brian took a handheld camera and went over to stand in front of Lois. He reached down taking her by the hair and guiding her mouth onto his dick. 

At first she was having a little trouble blowing him as she was clearly distracted by the pounding she was getting from behind. Brian however had been in this situation before and managed to find a way to work with the rhythm Cleveland Jr was setting. As soon as he hit that sweet spot Lois was able to do a decent job sucking on his dick while her ass got fucked.

Cleveland Jr lost it soon after just as Brian figured he would, it was after all not Brian's first time filming a newcomer. Cleveland Jr hooted and trembled as he blew his load into Lois's ass adding to his father's earlier load. He stayed in her for a while as he relaxed. When he pulled out Lois had a steady stream of cum leaking out of her ass and running down the side of her legs.

With Cleveland Jr now done and out of Lois's ass Brian could fuck Lois's mouth as he pleased. He fucked her steady but not hard going in and out with long trusts to get a good set of shots for the camera. When he was ready to finally cum he only shot the first spur in her mouth opting instead to pull her head back and spray his cum all over her face. Finally spent he stepped back and got a great shot of Lois's face glazed with cum as she looked up at the camera.

"All right boys we're done."

With that Lois got up and staggered toward the suites bath and shower satisfied and spent while everyone else slowly started to collect their cloths.

"All right son let's get cleaned up and dress then go out for a steak."

Cleveland didn't need to ask his son if he was satisfied with his gift he could tell as they left by the stupid grin on his face.



Lois Lane: Lesbian Awakening Pt. 01



Do you remember the days when comic book stories were much simpler? The days when Lois Lane always wore a pillbox hat, and was constantly trying to discover Superman's secret identity, when she would throw herself out of a window because she knew he would always catch her? So do I.

But then my fantasies kick in...

Chapter 1 - Discovery

Lois Lane sat at her desk at the Daily Planet, day dreaming. She could just picture the white picket fence around the suburban house. They were outside, she and her husband, Superman. She was pulling weeds from the garden while he was stretched out relaxing on a lounge chair reading the Daily Planet and drinking lemonade which she had squeezed fresh that morning. Their two young children, a dark haired boy, and a dark haired girl were racing each other around the yard, both dressed in costumes identical to their father's.

She sighed in contentment. "One day," she thought to herself. "One day my dream will come true. Superman WILL marry me. I just have to find a way to trick him into proposing!"

Her reverie was broken as Perry White stuck his head out of his office door and shouted, "Lois, there is a big fire over at the Metropolis tanning factory. Get over there and get the story!"

"Right away, Perry!" said Lois. She tidied her desk and put on her pill box hat. She picked up her purse and was about to head to the elevators when she realized she had better check her makeup. If this was a really big fire, there was a good chance Superman might show up, and she needed to look her best!

She made her way to the back hallway and turned the corner to head for the washroom. She stopped in complete surprise! "Oh my god!" she thought, and quickly backed up around the corner. Had she really seen what she thought she had seen? She peeked around the corner and sure enough there they were!

In the corridor were Lana Lang and another woman that Lois thought that she recognized. Yes, she was now sure - it was Lola LaFemme, the hollywood actress who had come to Metropolis to shoot a new movie!

Lana of course, was Superman's childhood sweetheart, and Lois' biggest rival for Superman's attention these days. But why would she be interested in Superman if Lana was a... she could barely even THINK the word! If Lana was a lesbian? 

Lana and Lola were not just talking in the hallway. They were locked in a passionate embrace. Lois could see their lips moving against each other, and it was clear that the women were taking turns sucking on each other's tongues! Lois felt a bit of moisture in her own crotch as she watched Lana's hand squeeze one of Lola's breasts! Red head Lana's lips moved to Lola's throat to give her tender kisses, while the blonde actress moaned softly!

Lois wanted to turn and run, but she was mesmerized by the sight, and yes, also slightly turned on! Lois was extremely sexually frustrated, although heaven forbid, she never thought in those terms! Yes she'd had sex with a few men back in her college days, but ever since meeting Superman, she was saving herself for him! No matter how many princes and playboys took her out, she only dated them to try to make Superman jealous, and they never got more than a peck on the cheek from her at the end of the evening!

Lois watched as Lola pushed Lana against the hallway wall and again gave the redhead a deep hungry kiss, while grinding her groin against Lana's. Lana panted as she thrust her own groin hard against that of the actress. Lois let out a small gasp of surprise.

The women heard the noise and separated. Lois pulled her head back before she was discovered. She hid behind a filing cabinet in an office as the women did a brief search to see where the noise had come from. Lois remained hidden as she overheard them agree that they would meet again at Lola's trailer on the movie set the next day at noon. She peeked out to see them giving each other one more kiss, and then they both walked away.

Lois hurried to the washroom, where she definitely now needed to get her composure, and tidy up her lipstick a bit. When she sat down to pee, she had to wipe extra well and tidy up the slick pussy juice she had been leaking. Why had spying on that kiss gotten her so excited she wondered?

Lana Lang was a lesbian? She would never have imagined it! Lana was in the building because she had gotten a new job with the television station that was located on the top floors. Lois had always figured that she took that job just so she could be closer to her old friend Clark Kent who also worked for the Daily Planet, and because Lana knew that Superman visited the newspaper staff a lot!

But Lana was a lesbian? Hmmm... if she could only get proof! If she could show Superman that Lana was having an affair with another woman, surely Superman would be shocked and horrified, and would turn to Lois for comfort. Yes, it could work she thought! And the women were going to be meeting tomorrow! She needed a plan...

Chapter 2 - First encounters

Next morning Lois told Perry that she had to be out of the office to follow up on an earlier story. She went to the Entertainment desk and found that Lola's film was doing outdoor filming on a street about a mile away. Lois then went to young cub reporter Jimmy Olsen and borrowed a camera from him.

Lois got to Dundonald Street and shortly found the trailer dressing rooms on a nearby side street. She found a shooting schedule and learned that Lola was filming this morning but would be done for the day at around 11:00, when they would continue to film scenes she was not in. Lois found Lola's trailer and tried the door. It was unlocked. She looked around to make sure no one saw her and then she went in.

After a few moments she realized that there was one closet she could hide in. If Lana and Lola started making out with each other it would be the perfect spot for her to hide, since she could open the door just a crack and take pictures without being seen.

Once she showed the pictures to Superman, he would be horrified and that would be the end of Lana as a rival. Surely it would only be a short time before she was Mrs. Superman!

Lois opened the closet door and stepped inside. She needed to be sure she could get the door open quietly when she needed to. She crouched down and closed the door. Then, she practised - camera in one hand, she turned the door knob with the other. It turned easily, but when she pushed against the door, it did not move. It fit too tightly. She pushed harder. It still would not move. She gave the door a solid shove and it flew open, and then stopped as it hit something with a solid thud! And something fell to the floor with another thud!

Lois crawled out of the closet and closed the door. She gasped as she found Lola Lafemme sprawled on the floor, unconscious! She must have returned to the trailer and been in just the wrong position when the door flew open. She had a large bump on her head, but seemed fine otherwise.

There was a knock at the trailer door. Lois panicked. Oh my god, what would anyone think if they found her there, with Lola unconscious. She was in trouble!

When the knocking came louder and she heard muffled female voices asking if she was alright, Lois had a brilliant idea. She dragged Lola's unconscious body into the closet. As she did so, Lola's blonde wig came off. She actually had black hair, just like Lois! Now Lois knew her plan would work. 

She yelled, "Just a minute!" to the door. She took off her dress and put on a loose robe and then sat in front of a makeup mirror. She put on Lola's wig and used a touch of makeup to emulate the makeup Lola usually wore. Looking in the mirror she figured she looked enough like Lola to fool anyone except her mother! She knew the voice at the door was not Lana's - she was not due for another hour or so. Hopefully she could get rid of whoever it was and then escape before Lana arrived or Lola woke up!

She opened the trailer door to find two very attractive young women standing there. The first was a cute redhead with short page boy hair. She was carrying a large bag. The other girl was blonde, also with short hair, and a small ring through her nose. She was carrying a bottle of champagne and three glasses. Both girls could not have been much older than nineteen, and both had brilliant eager smiles on their face.

Lois backed up to let them in. The redhead hurried in, put down her bag, and then flew into Lois' arms giving her a hard kiss on the lips, her tongue probing to gain entry to Lois' mouth. Good heavens, realized Lois, Lola is a lesbian. I'm going to have to pretend to be her, she realized. She opened her mouth to the probing tongue and pulled the young minx tightly to her body. It disgusted her to be kissing another woman, she thought. But when the girl's lips left hers, she realized she had enjoyed the contact.

"Lola, I am SO glad you asked Rudolpho to send me over to help! I so much enjoyed our last encounter a couple weeks ago!" The girl held Lois' hand tightly.

Feeling flushed, Lois said, "It is very nice to see you again... um..."

"It's Charlie, silly! Oh you haven't forgotten me already, have you! You said I was so special!"

"Of course I remember you, Charlie!" said Lois. "But your friend..."

Charlie smiled broadly. "This is Vicky! I told you about her last time... about how much she wanted to meet you and you said I should bring her along next time! So this is next time, and here she is!"

Lois held out her hand to the young blonde. Vicky shook it shyly.

Charlie then said, "Should we get started?" Lois wanted to get rid of the girls, but she did not know how, so she nodded. Charlie told Vicky to open the champagne. She directed Lois to loosen her robe. Lois felt naked wearing just her bra and panties. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her this undressed!

"What are you wearing?" exclaimed Charlie. "Why the boring bra and ugly panties? Oh, this must be what you had to wear for filming! Well those are coming off right now!" she giggled. Lois was flustered as Charlie grasped her panties at both hips and quickly pulled them down. At the same time, Vicky got behind her and unsnapped her bra. Lois was frantic, trying to cover her exposed breasts and her groin at the same time.

Charlie slapped at her hands playfully and said, "Hey, it isn't as if I haven't seen all this before!" She gave Lois a playful slap on the bottom then pushed her back into the makeup chair. Lois was red with embarrassment, completely naked in front of these two young girls. Charlie and Vicky began to pull various things out of the bag they had brought.

"What are you doing?" asked Lois.

"Getting ready for your trim and tidying up!" said Charlie. She stood in front of Lois and ran an appraising eye up and down her body. "And boy, do you need it! Has it really only been two weeks since I last did you? And who did Rudolpho send in the meantime? What did they do?

Lois did not know how to answer. She remained quiet as she watched the girls. Vicky unpacked various lotions and other makeup aids, finally settling on nail trimmers, polish and the like. She took Lois hands and began to file and work on the reporter's hands. "You have beautiful hands," said Vicky, smiling nervously.

"Th.. Thank you..." said Lois, finishing her glass of champagne. Vicky immediately poured her another, filling it almost to the brim.

"It's warm in here, said the blonde. "Do you mind if I..." Her voice trailed off as she smiled coyly at Lois. Her mind a bit muzzy from the champagne, Lois said "Sure" figuring that Vicky wanted to open the trailer door to let in a breeze. But instead, Vicky stood briefly and took off all of her clothes! Lois was stunned.

Charlie giggled, and said "Great idea! We're all just girls here, after all!" and she quickly shucked her clothes too. Lois was amazed that the two girls felt no qualms at being naked with each other, and with her!

As Vicky worked on her nails, Lois could not help but notice how cute the blonde was. Her delicate upturned nose, and her nicely accentuated eyes. When Vicky caught her staring, Lois was amazed to see the nipples of Vicky's breasts harden. "I like it when you look at me," Vicky said. "I hope you like what you see!"

Lois was flummoxed and replied, "You are a very pretty girl. Very beautiful." Vicky grinned broadly and squeezed Lois' hand.

Lois suddenly shivered as something both warm and cold splotched against her leg. Charlie was kneeling between her legs and had begun to smooth shaving cream along her left leg! Charlie did the same with the right. "This would be so much less fun if you let us wax you," said Charlie. "But you've said you do not like the sudden pain, and this is SO much sexier!"

Over the next couple of minutes, Charlie ran the straight razor up and down Lois' legs, removing all of the hair. She worked higher and higher until she almost reached Lois' groin. Surely she wasn't going to... thought Lois. But she was!

"I can't understand this!" said Charlie. "I shaved your pussy just two weeks ago. Where did all this hair come from? Well, nothing to do about it, except shave it again!"

Lois thought she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. Yes, it had been a few weeks since she had dealt with it, but... She shivered as Charlie touched her inner thighs. Charlie had a small pair of scissors in hand and was clipping at Lois's pubic bush. Lois squirmed and Charlie slapped her thigh playfully. "Stay still or you might get jabbed!" giggled the redhead.

As Lois squirmed about, Vicky was just finishing her nails. The quick drying polish was already dry. Vicky moved slightly forward and Lois's fingers brushed her left nipple. Vicky smiled and pressed forward further so that Lois's hand now rested on her small round breast. She moaned at the contact. Lois looked at the girl's rapturous face and instead of withdrawing her hand, she began to run her fingers around the breast. Vicky moaned again and then stood up, moving beside Lois.

Vicky took both of Lois hands and placed them on her round tits. She said, huskily, "I love having my tits played with." In a daze, Lois continued to fondle Vicky's pert breasts. She was amazed at how rigid the nipples became, and how much Vicky shivered each time Lois' fingers grazed over them.

Meanwhile Charlie had lathered up Lois crotch area and was now shaving all the hairs from Lois' groin. As she did, she was making contact with Lois' pussy lips. Lois groaned. This was wrong! she thought, all wrong! Charlie slapped her again playfully.

Vicky reached out one hand and began to tease one of Lois' breasts. The contact startled her, but Lois pushed her breast against the hand. Vicky lowered her head and touched her lips to Lois. She kissed the disguised reporter hard. Lois resisted for a moment, then opened her mouth and the two women kissed hard, tongues invading each other's mouth!

"Oh god," murmured Vicky. "I've wanted to do that ever since I was ten years old! You were in the first movie I ever saw that wasn't a cartoon, and I think I fell in love with you then, Lola! I creamed my panties in the movie theatre sitting right beside my mom!"

Vicky had now finished shaving Lois. Lois broke free from the kiss and looked down. It was the first time since growing pubic hair that she had ever been completely hairless down there! Charlie began running her hands along Lois' legs. It sent an electrical charge along her legs and right to her pussy! A clear drop of juice ran out of Lois' pussy and down her thigh!

"What are you doing?" asked Lois.

"I'm making sure I did not miss any hairs!" said Charlie, alternating between running her hands along Lois' legs and placing gentle kisses on her thighs. Indeed Charlie did use a pair of tweezers to pull a couple of stray hairs.

But then she moved closer to Lois's pussy, and stopped using her hands. Charlie began kissing around Lois' very moist pussy lips and running her tongue around the area, teasing the reporter. "This close to your pussy, only the tongue can tell!" grinned the redhead.

Vicky leant in to Lois and pulled Lois' lips to her breast. "Suck me please, Lola! Suck on my nipples!"

Lois was both horrified, and terribly excited. She wasn't a lesbian! She wanted to marry Superman, clean house for him, and raise his babies! But she was trapped here! If these girls found out she was not the real Lola Lafemme, she would wind up in jail! Oh heavens, she had to go along with this. She had to pretend she was a lesbian. But she wouldn't like it!

Lois opened her mouth and Vicky pressed her titty hard to her mouth. Lois tongue flicked at Vicky's nipple and she eagerly tongued the hard nubbin. Vicky continued to use her hands to tease Lois's own nipples. Lois groaned and Vicky ground her tit even harder against her mouth.

Lois had groaned because Charlie's tongue had made its first contact with Lois's pussy lips. And with that contact, Charlie cast aside the pretense of looking for hairs and concentrated on pleasuring Lola's cunnie. She alternated placing tender kisses just next to Lois' pussy, with actually lapping her tongue along the lips and into the reporter's cunnie.

Lois had never had anyone put their tongue in her pussy before. Oh my god, that feels wonderful, she thought. She grasped Charlie's head and pulled it in more tightly to her cunt. She didn't want this. It wasn't right for another woman to be licking her there. But oh Christ, it was so delightful. Oh god... was that... oh yes... oh yes... Lois arched her back and pressed her pussy hard against Charlie's lips as she had her first orgasm in several years. Lightning splattered inside her brain and she let out a small scream of delight!

"Don't stop, sweetie!" She cooed at Charlie, who was grinning up at her, pussy juices coating her lips and chin. "That was wonderful, do that again!" And Charlie dove back into Lois' moist love pot.

Meanwhile Vicky was doing something extraordinary - something that only a very limber nineteen year old could manage. She placed one hand on the arm of Lois's chair, and then leapt into the air and placed her other hand on the other arm. She was doing a handstand on the arm of the chair, her arms trembling slightly. It took her just a moment to gain control, and then she spread her legs wide and lowered her entire body slightly and tilted her groin. It came closer, and closer and Lois found herself staring point blank at the blonde vixen's bald cunnie! "Will you eat me please, Lola? Charlie told me how you did her last time, and I have so looked forward to this!"

Lois wanted to protest. This was going too far! Kissing another woman was too far! Having her pussy licked by another woman was too far! And this... being asked to... but she could not object! The teen lowered per bare shaved pussy onto Lois' face and Lois put out her tongue tentatively, and then licked. Lois felt a tremor run through Vicky and so she grasped her ass tightly, as the girl collapsed against her. Lois now had a slippery pussy lodged firmly against her mouth.

Below, Charlie wiggled her tongue against Lois' clitoris. Lois gasped and her own tongue ran across Vicky's pussy. Vicky wiggled her ass and groaned, "More! Oh eat me Lola! Make me cum!"

Lois realized that the time was getting late. Lola could wake up at any moment. Lana could knock on that door in just a few minutes. What would Lana think if she found Lois here with the two lesbians? Oh the horror! What if she told Superman she had found Lois in a lesbian love triangle!!

Lois had to get out of there. But she could not push Vicky off. Vicky's legs had a firm lock on her head! Oh dear, moaned Lois as Charlie again made contact with her clit! That felt absolutely marvellous! Oh, who would have dreamed that a tongue could feel so fabulous down there. And then Charlie drew back her head and Vicky was in just the right position to lick and tease at Lois's pussy! She had to get out of there, and the only way to do that was to make Vicky cum, she realized!




Lois Lane: Lesbian Awakening Pt. 01



The girls alternated licking at Lois' pussy. Lois paid attention to what they were doing and she licked and sucked at the blonde's pussy. Vicky began to leak pre cum vaginal juices. Lois found them to be sweet and salty and found herself teasing the girl's clit with her tongue, making her leak even more. Charlie fluttered her tongue repeatedly across Lois's clit and Lois could feel her next orgasm building. She did the same to Vicky and the blonde began to pant heavily. Lois was rewarded with a gush of pussy juice into her mouth as Vicky's thighs clamped firmly about her head and the girl let out an anguished cry of joy.

As the same time, Lois felt two fingers thrust into her pussy and a thumb worked furiously on her clit. She arched her back and screamed out as she was tortured by another wonderful orgasm. Her vagina spewed cum across Charlie's face. Lois collapsed back. Vicky slid down to the floor. She and Charlie took turns taking a last few licks at Lois' pussy, and then traded sweet kisses with each other.

Lois lay back against the chair, panting. Her legs were lewdly spread wide and she reached down to slowly fondle her bald pussy! Oh god, that had been wonderful, she thought!

The two girls quickly cleaned themselves up and got dressed. Charlie said, "You've got something for us?"

Lois looked at them puzzled. Then Charlie spied an envelope on the counter with one word on it, "Rudolpho". "Oh, here it is!" she said. She opened the envelope and checked. Lois saw that it contained five one hundred dollar bills. "Oh this is too much! It's only supposed to be three!" said Charlie.

Lois blurted out, "Keep the rest. It's a tip!"

"Oh thank you," said Charlie, giving Lois a long lingering kiss. Charlie gripped Lois hand tightly and held it to her breast. "Please ask for me again, any time!" As she did so, Lois noticed that Charlie had a very small red circle tattooed on the webbing between her index and middle finger on her right hand!

Vicky shyly gave her a peck on the cheek, and a slight smile. Overcome with herself, Lois drew Vicky to her and gave her a deep kiss. When they parted, Vicky grinned widely and said, "Whew". Lois just said "Thank you!" Vicky surreptitiously palmed a small card into Lois' hand.

And with that, the two teens skipped out of the trailer.

Lois looked at the card. It said simply, "Call me, Vicky!" and had a phone number.

Lois realized she was standing in the trailer naked, pussy juices leaking from her cunt and smeared across her face. She hurriedly washed her face and put her clothes back on. She dragged Lola out of the closet and laid her on the bed, noticing that the swelling on her head had returned to normal. She took off the blonde wig and put it on a wig stand beside the bed. Last she poured a little champagne on Lola's dress and tipped the bottle on its side on the floor. Hopefully Lola would be disoriented and just figure that she had gotten drunk and taken a nap.

Lois stuck her head out of the trailer and made sure no one saw her as she left. As she got to the end of the block and turned the corner she looked back, just in time to see Lana Lang knocking on the door of the trailer. She had barely escaped!

On her way home on the subway, Lois thought about her encounter with the two young women. It was horrible to think she'd had to participate in that lesbian orgy! But, she HAD enjoyed it. She had never ever thought about having sex with another woman. All she ever wanted was to be Mrs. Superman. Heck she had not even really thought about the sexual implications of that! Sure she imagined having his children, but the actual sex part had never really crossed her mind.

Chapter Three - Temptation and Action

In the days that followed, she felt remorse. She was sickened by what she had done. But at the same time, she could not help looking differently at all the young women she passed on the street, wondering which of them had nice firm breasts with large nipples, wondering which ones knew how to lick at another woman's pussy, which ones might welcome her own caress if she was to ask them.

She watched their faces as they walked towards her, and watched the shape of their bottoms as they walked away.

Oh, her mind was troubled! Why why why did she have to see Lana kissing Lola. Why did she have to meddle so much!

Why did she want someone to touch her again. Why did she want to feel soft lips on hers again?

Once or twice a day she would take from her purse the card that Vicky had handed to her. She kept thinking about the cute young blonde girl. What would she say if she called the number? After all, Vicky had never met Lois. She only knew Lola.

Lois was uncomfortable having fantasies about Vicky running through her head.

She tried to bury herself in work. She chased Superman even harder. Then for a week she found herself going through a strange transformation. She was shiveringly cold all the time, then developed a huge appetite for eating flowers. Superman brought in experts to try to find out what was wrong with her. Then she developed green furry legs and feet. It was all eventually revealed to be the plans of an alien to take over her body! Eventually the alien did take over her body, but Superman defeated her and returned Lois to normal.

Once again she had an adventure with the man of her dreams, and he then ignored her.

When all settled back to normal, Lois paid more attention to a new face at the office. Young Linda Danvers was Clark's cousin. She had just turned nineteen and would be a sophomore at college in the autumn. She was working at the Planet for the summer as an intern. She had in fact been there for several weeks already but Lois had not noticed her much until now, despite the fact that Lois had arranged for Linda to room with her sister, Lucy Lane, while she was working here.

Lois began to notice how pretty Linda was. She picked up coffee for the two of them one morning and Linda smiled brightly at her when she said thank you. The next day, Lois suggested that they get lunch together, and Linda eagerly accepted. Linda was pleasant to talk to and laughed at Lois' jokes.

A week later, Lois was given tickets to a play and asked Linda if she would like to go along with her. Linda said she would love to go and squeezed Lois' hand and gave her a warm peck on the cheek. They arranged to meet in front of the theatre. Lois dressed up and was pleased to see that Linda looked quite elegant when she arrived. During the first half of the show, Lois kept looking at how beautiful Linda was. She wondered, nervously, just how the evening might turn out.

At the break, Lois bought them drinks and suggested that they go for a nice meal after the show. Linda thought it was a splendid idea and again gave Lois a hug and a peck on the cheek. During the second half of the show, Linda's arm rested on the arm rest between them. Lois tentatively put her hand on Linda's and the young woman interlaced her fingers with Lois'. She turned and gave Lois a broad smile and and squeezed her hand hard. They held hands throughout the remainder of the show, and Lois felt her pussy get very damp!

Afterwards, Lois took Linda to a restaurant which, only after they arrived, she realized was a romantic rendezvous with candlelight and muted violin music in the background. The food was very good and the conversation was wonderful. They shared a bottle of wine, and were both pleasantly buzzed. After the main course and while waiting for desserts, Lois found herself holding Linda's hand and stroking it. She looked into Linda's eyes and found only delight there.

"Lois," asked the young brunette. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Lois stuttered... "I.. I.. I don't know what you mean."

Linda gripped Lois hand with one of hers, and she traced the fingers of her other hand around the back of Lois' hand. "Because if you are, I am very flattered. And I DO find you attractive!"

The two women quickly paid the bill and left the restaurant, hailing a cab. In the back seat, they sat holding hands. Lois turned her head and kissed Linda lightly on the lips. Linda pulled her head back and muttered, "Oh you don't know how long I have been waiting for you to do that!" She then returned the kiss, and parted her lips so that Lois' tongue could enter her mouth. The two women kissed hungrily.

It was a short ride to Linda's apartment. They broke their clinch and Lois said, "Well I guess this is good night. I had a wonderful time."

"What do you mean? You are not leaving me now! You are coming up for coffee!"

"But, my sister..." said Lois.

"Lucy is in Paris tonight and then Rome tomorrow night," said Linda. "She had an international flight!"

Lois followed Linda into the building. In the elevator the two women kissed urgently, their bodies pressing against each other!

In the apartment, Linda started making coffee, but it never got drunk. The two women were hot for each other and there was only one place that the evening was going to lead to, so in short order they ended up on the large bed in Linda's room.

Lois had not wanted this, had she? Had she really planned to seduce Clark's cousin? Is this really what her interest in the girl had been about?

Lois was not a lesbian. No, not at all. But she was... curious. She had to know if there was even more pleasure to give, and to receive with another woman.

The women kissed each other gently, and cuddled. Each slowly ran her hands up and down the other. Then Linda began to unbutton Lois' blouse. Lois in turn found the zipper at the back of Linda's dress and pulled it down. Linda stood and let the dress drop to the floor revealing her tiny black thong panties. Linda was not wearing a bra. She in turn pulled off Lois' blouse and skirt.

Linda frowned at Lois' underwear. "If we are going to do this again," she said. "We need to get you something more sexy to wear!" She pulled Lois' bra off and then pushed the black haired woman back on the bed, falling upon her and eagerly taking one of Lois' nipples in her mouth. She tongued it eagerly, and then switched to the other!

Do this again?, thought Lois. Was she really committing to a relationship with this late teenager? Did she really want a girlfriend? Lois almost got up and protested, but having the brunette sucking on her breasts felt so good! Linda released Lois' nipple, giving it one last playful swipe with her tongue and then she kissed her partner lustily. Lois reached her hand and tentatively squeezed Linda's breast. Linda moaned against her and pressed her groin against Lois'.

Lois lifted her hips and quickly removed her own panties. The two women now ground their naked bodies against each other. Their legs shifted and Lois found herself panting as she ground her pussy hard against Linda's. Linda cooed, "Oh yes, Lois. Harder! That feels so nice!" And it felt wonderful to Lois too. She flipped Linda onto her back and as she ground her cunt hard against the youngsters, she began to kiss along her lover's neck, nibbling as she went. She sucked on Linda's earlobes. She slid down the brunette's nubile body tracking her tongue down to the delightful nipples that were standing pert on her breasts.

Was she really doing this? Was she really making love to another woman and enjoying it? Yes, she told herself. Yes, I DO want this! Her lips locked onto Linda's nipple and at the same time, her hand reached down and toyed with Linda's pussy. Lois played with the nipples for only a moment, because she was eager to once again get a taste of a young pussy.

This time, there was no hurry. Lois used her fingers to spread Linda's pussy. Linda implored her, "Eat me Lois. Suck my cunnie. You don't know how many nights I have lain here after our first lunch together, and wished that you were where you are right now. Oh, I've had such a crush on you! And to think you are finally here, in my bed. Oh, I want you to eat me, and fuck me!"

Linda reached down and used her fingers to hold her pussy lips apart. She wanted Lois's tongue deep inside her. As she did, Lois noticed the smallcircle tattoo that the luscious girl had between two fingers. She had seen one of those on someone else not too long ago.

Lois licked along Linda's pussy. It was bald, or nearly so. Linda kept a short strip of hair neatly trimmed just above her pussy lips. The hair was shockingly blonde, but that did not really register on Lois at the moment. She was more interested in the salty nectar that was oozing from between Linda's nether lips. She lapped at it, and it tasted good. And she realized, this young girl was all moist because of her! The man she had been chasing for years, just ignored her. But this young girl thought she was special enough to not only want to share her bed with her, but to be eager for her attention!

Lois eagerly sucked on the girl's pussy. She slid one then another finger inside the hot brunette. She lapped at her clit, and sucked on it. As she did all of these, Linda thrashed about on the bed, sometimes spreading her legs wide, sometimes squeezing them tight against Lois's head, and sometimes grasping Lois' head hard so she could grind her pussy against Lois's mouth. Lois was learning from these reactions, understanding which lick or probe brought which response.

If she was going to learn to eat a pussy, she wanted to be sure she was the best pussy eater she could be.

Lois was enjoying this. She loved giving pleasure to the young girl. And her own cunt was tingling as well. She was staining the bed sheets with her own oozing juices. 

After ten minutes of thrashing about, Linda's leg muscles tightened, and she pulled Lois's face hard against her cunt. Linda screamed in joy as her cunt gushed her juices into Lois' mouth as she came hard! Smiling, Lois moved up the bed and held the gasping teen tenderly. They kissed sweetly and then Linda began lapping her own juices off of Lois' face.

"Mmmm. I love tasting myself off of another girl's lips!" she cooed.

"You taste wonderful!" murmured Lois. "You've done this before, then!"

Linda got up and went out to the kitchen, returning with a couple glasses of wine. Lois sipped at hers as Linda confessed, "Yes, a few times. With a few different girls. Oh, I like boys, but there is something special between two women, don't you agree?"

Lois pressed her lips gently to Linda's and they briefly traded a wine flavoured kiss. "I.. I don't know. This is only my second time. It's been so long since a man has touched me. My... my first experience with a woman was just a few weeks ago. It took me by surprise, but I haven't been able to get it out of my mind."

"So that is why you came on to me?"

"I didn't... "

"You did so!" laughed the young girl. "You were looking at me with hungry eyes from our second lunch! I was flattered that you would want me, though I was pretty sure you didn't really know what you wanted!"

"I... I didn't. I still don't really know what I'm doing here!" said Lois.

"You are fucking me is what you are doing," giggled Linda. "In fact..." Linda reached into her bedside drawer and brought out a harness to which was attached a dildo that was about eight inches long. "In fact, I do want you to fuck me!"

"I fuck you and then you fuck me?" asked Lois, her mind considering the possibilities.

"Oh no," said Linda demurely. "I don't do that. I'm what's known as a sub. I'm a bottom. I like to be told what to do. I love a strong partner who makes me do things!"

"Is that so?" said Lois. "Well then..." Lois pushed Linda back on the bed and straddled her head so that her pussy was just above the brunette's mouth. She lowered herself down. Linda's tongue reached out and swiped against Lois' pussy, eager for more. "I want you to make me cum!"

Lois ground her cunt hard against Linda's mouth. Linda began eagerly eating at the reporter's quim. Lois squirmed in delight, but she felt deprived of something to do. She lifted herself off of the teen's face long enough to face the other direction, and then sat down on Linda's face again. Now she was facing the teen's upraised knees. She reached down and began to caress the student's nipples. As a shiver ran through Linda, she eagerly lapped at Lois's pussy even harder.

"Get that tongue deep inside me!" Lois commanded Linda. "Make me cum!"

Lois used her own hand to toy with Linda's clit. The teen squirmed. Lois slapped at Linda's pussy, and the teen's voice came muffled by Lois' pussy, saying "Yes. Oh yes, hurt me! Slap me!" Lois continued to playfully slap at the teen's quim. Linda's pussy juices flowed freely and each slap sent a spray of jizz into the air. Linda squirmed violently under Lois, but kept up her attack on the older woman's pussy.

After several particularly powerful swipes of Linda's tongue on her clit, Lois' body quivered and she had s shuddering orgasm, her leg muscles tightening and almost cramping. As she sobbed out her joy, she watched as one last hard slap on Linda's pussy brought sobs of happiness from the teen and she saw pussy slime actually squirt from the brunette's cunt - it was like a brief mini volcano!

The two women collapsed on the bed and cuddled. They never did use the dildo that night. After awhile Linda got up and got cloths to clean up the stickiness on the two of them. She then climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers up over the two of them.

"Will you spend the night with me?" she asked her dark haired lover.

Lois kissed her tenderly, and simply said "Yes."

They cuddle d and kissed and caressed. They had no intention of more sex... for the moment.

Finally they ended up in a spoon position, Lois behind her beautiful young lover, her groin pressed tightly to the beautiful ass of the teen, her fingers cupping a soft breast. They drifted off to sleep.

Lois woke just before dawn. At first she was disoriented as to where she was, and then she smiled to herself. Linda had moved away from her during the night. Lois cuddled into her back. She snaked one arm under her lover and again cupped a beautiful breast. Her other hand reached between Linda's leg and began to toy with her pussy. As she stroked the brunette's clit, Linda moaned and began to stir. Lois began to kiss the back of her neck. Linda woke and turned her body.

Their lips locked in a ravenous kiss. Lois slid two fingers into Linda's pussy, and she started to slide them in and out of the moistening love pot, letting her thumb strum repeatedly across the teens clit. Linda ground her pussy against Lois's hand and then came hard. Lois felt her two fingers gripped, almost like in a vice. She felt pain. She swore her fingers were about to be crushed. The Linda gained control of herself and relaxed her vaginal muscles. Lois pulled her aching fingers from the brunette's quim. Linda drew them to her mouth and kissed them tenderly.

Linda lay with her head on Lois' chest. Lois stroked her hair and fell asleep again.

Lois woke a few hours later, just in time to hear the shower turning off. Linda stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her.

"Rediscovering modesty?" asked Lois slyly.

"DRYING myself off, silly!" laughed Linda. "I'm going to fix breakfast. Why don't you hop in the shower and I will have the bacon and eggs ready by the time you are out!"

Lois kissed her on the way to the shower. When she was done and towelled off, she looked around for her clothes. As she did, she found the harness and dildo which had been cast aside last night. She had never seen one before, though she certainly knew what it was. It looked to be fairly straight forward - she stepped through one loop, and then the other. She pulled the harness up and then tightened the straps.

The phallus attached to the harness was not huge - it was a realistic looking penis, made of a rubbery substance to simulate real flesh. It was about eight inches long and of moderate thickness. She giggled as she made sure it was adjusted comfortably and then stepped into the kitchen. Linda had just placed the food on the table. She turned around to the sink and as she did, Lois marvelled at the beauty of the teen's rounded ass. She moved forward and hugged Linda from behind.




Lois Lane: Lesbian Awakening Pt. 01



Linda pushed her ass back against Lois saying "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me!"

"MMMmmmm," said Lois, pushing harder and letting the fake penis travel up Linda's ass crack, to stand erect. "So you like getting fucked, do you?"

"I love a hot cock in my pussy!" teased Linda. "Are you man enough to fuck me?"

Lois pulled her head back and kissed her. She took the head of the phallus in her hand and placed it at the entrance of Linda's cunt. It was already moist. Lois pushed forward with her hips and a couple inches slid easily into Linda's pussy. She rested her hands on Linda's hips, pulled her own hips back slightly, and then thrust forward again. Six inches slid into the teen's delectable quim!

"Oh yes, Lois, fuck me! Oh, I want your big dick in my cunt! Fuck me!"

Lois set up a steady rhythm, fucking the rubber phallus in and out of the teen. As she did, the rough base of the fake cock rubbed against her own clit, giving her pleasure too! In just a few minutes, Lois felt her own orgasm pounding up from her toes, through her legs and into her clit. She thrust furiously into the brunette, who kept swearing and urging her on. Just as Lois' own body quivered, Linda shouted out her joy and thrashed her head about, her brunette tresses whipping Lois!

"Oh god, that was wonderful!" said Linda panting.

"Nothing is too good for my girlfriend!" said Lois

"Do you mean that?" asked Linda

"Mean what?"

"Girlfriend! Am I your girlfriend?"

"Well, if you want it, I certainly want to do this again. And I want to see you again. I mean... not just for sex, though, yes, for sex too... lots of sex! But girlfriends? You mean, as in going steady? I'm not sure I'm ready to..."

Linda placed a finger against Lois's lips. "I'm kidding," she said."Though it would be nice. I really like you Lois. And yes, I want to see you. I want to see you a lot. And I want you to fuck me a lot!"

"But I know this is all new to you," she continued. "If you decide you want to date just one person, and that one person is me, I'd love to be your girlfriend. But not right now. Now, you need to figure out who you really are. In a month, in a year... when you are ready for a girlfriend then let me know and I will be here for you. And I am here for you any night you want a companion - for lunch, for dinner, or in bed."

The two women kissed. Lois was happy. She was happier than she had been in quite some time.

(to be continued)



Lois Lane's Late Night Snack



No one was home. Lois Lane unlocked the door with the key Clark had given her. She deposited her bag and jacket and slipped into the kitchen. She had no idea where he was, but she knew he was not here making her dinner as promised. And she was hungry, fortunately her boyfriend usually kept a pretty stocked larder. She fixed herself a sandwich and made her way into the living room. 

Kicking off her shoes, she channel surfed, but nothing was on, so she picked up a magazine and thumbed through it. Finished eating, she put the empty plate in the sink. Walking back she felt a rush of air. "Clark?" But she was alone. She sat back down and was surprised to feel the rough cloth of couch on her bare legs. Her skirt was gone. Looking down at her dark blue bikini cut panties she quickly crossed her arms in defense. "Very funny. Now come out." Silence greeted her so she stood and started to wander around. 

The apartment seemed deserted, but she knew he was watching her. She imaged him peering around a corner, eyes tracing the graceful curve of her ass. Despite herself she started getting aroused. She gave in, "okay, you win." She spread her arms wide. Nothing happened, there was no sign of him. He was toying with her. "Fuck," she grumbled to herself, then realized he could hear. "This isn't funny!" she stamped her foot in frustration. 

Well this was getting her nowhere. Then inspiration struck. Going through his collection of CDs she found what she was looking for and played it. Slow dance music filled the room as she made her way to the center of the room. She began swaying and ran her hands over her body. The lights dimmed, challenged accept. "Are you sure don't want to come out and play with me?" she asked in an innocent voice. "No? Too bad, I guess I'll have to amuse myself." She gracefully cupped herself, tugging on her nipples to make them standout. "Mmm." Throwing up her arms she waterfalled down. Then, teasingly slowly she undid the first button on her simple blouse. One lone finger slipped into her mouth, and then traced the little patch of newly exposed flesh. "Want to see more?" 

The next button slid through its eyehole, and top of the soft swell of her full breasts could be seen. She was starting to get into it, dancing for her man even while she could not see him. The first traces of moisture trickled through her lips and were absorbed by her panties. If he was going to get her all turned on and make her wait she would return the favor, so she undid the bottom button instead. She smiled to herself as she turned and rubbed her legs together. She could picture Clark frowning. She slipped her hands under her shirt, to fondle her bounty. Another button was undone, and she discreetly ran a finger over her nether lips, creasing the cloth of the panties. She involuntarily dipped when her legs went rubbery at the contact. She was getting a little too worked up. There were only two buttons left, no matter which she did her perfect tits would be very visible. 

After a moments hesitation she opened up the top one, revealing ivory skin meeting the black bra. She still did not understand why he liked for her bra and panties to not match, when he let her wear them at all. She spun and bumped into an impressively muscled leg that rested on the coffee table. He was sitting on the couch, clad only in her favorite maroon silk boxers, which jutted obscenely. Gleefully she grinded her thigh against his pole, "Happy to see me?" He was silent so she lithely dragged her body, up over his and then with her hair back down. The music, low lighting, feel of her lover's hard body, dancing for him, made the moment incredibly erotic. Her senses were overwhelmed. 

Clark did not seem to be suffering from any ill effects as he undid the final button, and yanked her shirt down pinning her arms at her side. 'Shit' she thought 'I'm defenseless now.' A devastating smile from Clark let her know that he knew it too. Her bra was next, pulled down, the straps locking her down further. His kisses started on her left hip, slowly working over her flat tummy. They tickled. He gentle blew on the underside of one breast and she yelped. He had not even touched her. He smirked, but she did not care. Looking down she saw a blatant wetspot on her panties. The first few times she had been embarrassed at her body's simmering reaction to his expert ministrations, but she was past that now and just relished the feelings. "What did you expect? You know what you do to me." He lunged at her tit, catching the nipple in his teeth with practiced precision, and pulled it in. "Ahh!" Maybe she heard him murmur, the first sound he had made, she was not sure. She was sure he was staring up into her eyes with intensity. He did not stand, but floated up to kiss her knowing full well these little superpower displays made her go gaga. Tongue swirled in her mouth as firm hands mauled her ass. Suddenly everything stopped, Lois opened her eyes.

He snapped the elastic band of her panties. "What is this?" he sounded menacing.

"They're called panties."

"You know I don't like panties."

"Well," she giggled, "you don't have to wear them."

He gave her ass a playful slap. And pulled them *up*. Lois gasped as they slipped between her lips. He started sawing them back and forth. "No need to be cheeky." He pushed her and she fell back onto the couch. Stepping up he pushed his dick through the hole in his boxers. It transfixed her as it hovered just a few inches in front of her eyes. Unknowingly her mouth opened. Her lover dragged it down the side of her face, cherishing her as he stroked her cheek. It past tantalizingly of her lips and then down her neck, she was paralyzed as it dipped into the valley between her heavy breasts. Frozen, beads of sweat forming, her whole being focused on her flat tummy as he traced burning lines over her skin. She lifted her hips in silent plea. He noticed, but shook his head with a malicious grin. "Not even close lover." 

Then he did the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, dragging the swollen red tip of his power over her lower lip. Her tongue darted out to give him a quick lick. "Stick out your tongue." She opened wide and he worked his dick over her. Was he going to cum on her face like a porn-star she thought, alarmed. Then the idea suddenly seemed very hot. It was not to be, he only gave her a single drop of his precum. Grateful for the treat she swallowed, enjoying his tangy flavor. 

His thick member hung low in front of her face. "Would you like to suck my cock Lois?" Wow. She swallowed. He knew damn well she'd love the chance to devour him in one gulp. Not trusting her voice she nodded. He pressed the head against her mouth. "Go ahead." Licking the head, she started to work her way down his pole. She had an indescribable sense of rightness as he feed her his hard weapon. Gently, cherishingly she bathed him with her tongue, lightly flicking around with the tip even as he filled her more. She had come to love this, forming her mouth into a soft moist home for her lover's penis; feeling the most powerful man in the world tremble at the touch of her tongue. He gently cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. Love was in both their looks. He made a few soft thrusts. Unable to use her hands she had to get inventive, twisting her neck to give him the sensation she wanted. Taking a deep breath she sat up and forced his cock down her throat, a trick she had just mastered. "Damn." He grunted. She smiled at him. "You're amazing, what you can do." She slowly pulled back, and felt him tremble, he was very close.

A dirty thought came to her. "Let's try something a little new." Opening her mouth wide, she stuck her tongue out and butterflied him. Clark groaned and exploded, shooting his sweat cum right into her mouth. A few stray strands landed on her cheeks. 

"Was that good?"

"You have no idea!"

"Good enough to be let free?"

Clark stroked his chin as he considered. "No!" Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down on the couch until her pussy was in perfect attacking position.

He used his eye lasers to warm up his target, and she gasped. He knew that was one of her favorites, she couldn't stop her cunt from flowing now if her life depended on it. "That's cheating!?" She yelped as he drove his tongue into her, panties and all. Even his tongue had super strength, as he lifted with it, forcing her hips up. It had super speed as well, whipping out to snap her clit once before diving back in. Lois felt herself fast approaching the point of no return, she was deliciously helpless. The he stopped. "No Clark!"

"What do you want?"

"Please, lick my pussy and make me cum." He smiled and dove back in, it only took a few moments before Lois' whole body trembled and she melted into the couch in perfect satisfaction. "Oh god, that was amazing. You're getting too good at that Clark." He tenderly helped her out of her shirt. She stretched and shoved her soon to be husband. "You bastard!"

He chuckled. "Maybe you'll learn to stop wearing panties."

Lois felt the heat of embarrassment, rise in her belly and tint her neck. While she was fine with showing of her polished body in private, Clark wanted her to be more daring. She didn't demand he open his shirt at work, why did he insist so much? She felt his hands on the lacy garment in question, but pushed them away (he would tear them off, and she lost too many expensive pairs this way). She rolled them down well muscled legs and let her ass hit his member on the way up. He was already hard! He was going to be the death of her if she was not careful. His prod slipped between her cheeks, and she squeezed. They both groaned at the new erotic feel. "Put it in me Clark."

"Say please."

"Don't you want to fuck me?" She wiggled herself over him, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.

Clark was not interested in pussy-footing around, and slotted his dick in her moist hole. Now it was Lois' turn to gasp. "Something wrong dear? I thought you wanted this."

"Oh I do!! Don't you even think of pulling out!"

"I won't for the world." He moved around inside her. "I'm just getting comfortable."

"Yes, we're all glad your cock got back to his home."

"Even Superman has to rest and recharge sometimes."

"Thank god for that, or you'd split me in half." She tensed her pussy around his cock. She loved what they did to each other. Strong arms encircled her, comforting in their familiar warmth. She sighed, life was good. He dragged his lips around over her shoulder and up her neck. Her delicate fingers slipped down to tease his balls. Instinctually he pressed into her further. "Like that big boy?" He pressed her head down so she bent over the coffee table. She whimpered when his fingers scratched way down her back, he knew how weak that made her. The pumping started slowly. She looked over her shoulder, their eyes met and each thought they were the luckiest people in the world. He leaned over so they could kiss. "Enough teasing Clark, fuck me."

He chuckled. "Any requests."

"Stop making me wait! You know how I like it!" She wanted him NOW. She howled at an intense feeling her in pussy. She had never felt THAT before. "W-what was that?" She stammered out once she got her breathe back.

"My secret," she looked back and saw he was floated at a forty-five degree angle behind her. The site made her quiver from head to toe. He pulled up and his cock started to lift her hips.

"Yow!!" She kicked back with her legs, to wrap them around so she hung down on her arms. He started pumping again, pressing down, forcing her face into the couch seat. The blood rushed to her head as gibberish poured from her mouth. The human body was not meant to such pleasurable sensations. Her whole body was held taunt as his snake sawed in and out of her. Holding herself up was exhausting, but the sensations were overpowering. Helpless to resist her orgasm broke her; totally drained she flopped into the seat. Clark softly landed next to her. Her eyes caught the sharp angle of his still hard cock. That wouldn't do, she took pride that she could satisfy Superman. She reached out and took him in her hands.

"You don't need to."

"I want to, you know that." She had him sit and got to her knees. Spitting on his cock a few times she ever so slowly lowered her mouth over his pole. She could not get all of it. She pulled off and dragged her tongue down to his balls. Prepared, she climbed over him and sank down on his cock. She rocked on him. "Cum for me Clark," she whispered in his ear, "I'm here for your cum." She could tell he was getting close. He slipped a finger into his mouth. She knew what he meant to do. "No Clark!" He easily brought his hand around back despite her feeble attempts to stop him. She blushed as his finger slipped between her cheeks. He rubbed it over puckered anus, and ever so gently just pressed the tip in. She hissed and bit her lip to hold back, but she came, just as they both knew she would. 

"Oh god Lois!" he cried out. Somehow through the fog she realized he was lashing about in her spasming pussy shoot his own heady load. Eventually they both came down, her arms resting on his torso for support.

"Wow!!"

"I love you so much." They kissed, as she slipped off his softening tool and curled up on his chest.

She licked his chest. "Clark Kent, you are amazing."

"I'm just on for the ride my little wildcat."

She giggled. "This almost makes up for you not making me dinner. Where were you?"

"Bank robber." She nodded, already losing interest, there was no story there. "But everything turned out okay thanks to Superman."

A cloud came over his expressions. "Not exactly. One of them shot a women. It was just a grazing blow, she'll be fine, but her four year old daughter was there. She was hysterical, especially since I just whisked her mother away. I wasn't thinking, but the mother was panicking too. I had to stay with the kid for half an hour and keep telling her everything would be fine, until her dad showed up." He sighed.

Lois felt bad. They had had this conversation a hundred times, but he still felt that he could stop every crime, and blamed himself when he couldn't. She wished she could cheer him up, but reflected that she probably just had, in spades. She snuggled up against him. "You're a good man she whispered."

"I know you don't like it when I bring troubles home, but I've never seen a child that upset. It was awful."

"Wow, and I was cursing your name for denying me dinner."

"I can still make you something."

"I had a sandwich."

"That's enough?"

"Sure."

"Okay…"

Lois knew she was being baited. "What Clark?" She figured he had planned a special meal planned and was sorry she would miss it.

"Well, it's possible I picked up an ice cream sundae to mollify you in case you were upset."

"Really?"

"Yes, but if you're full…"

"Don't even start! Where is it?" He eased her off of him, disappeared away and came back with an enormous sundae. Her eyes got big under pressure from her second lust. "Wow."

"I was worried you might be upset when I got here."

"So you took my skirt off!?" She laughed, "Clark you are so silly!"

He kissed her, "you're sometimes very passionate when you are angry." He took a spoonful and held it in front of her and she happily gobbled it up.

"Mmm."

"More?" She nodded solemnly, and was rewarded with another taste. With deliberate care he slowly moved the spoon in a circuitous route around the dish, picking up ice cream, fudge, and whip cream into a heaping scoop and waved it back and forth in front of her. She lunged for it, which was foolish as he pulled back with super speed. She giggled, and pulled back, resigned. He ran the spoon over her lip, before ever so slowly parting her lips and putting the tip of the spoon in her mouth. He paused and they stared at each other. Slowly she leaned forward to engulf the sweet. Delicious. With a smirk he dragged the spoon away. His eyes flickering over her face to burn in the memory, he started another scoop.

"Clark you're driving me wild!" He was silent as he circled the spoon around in front her. Lois opened her mouth, and he slowly constricted the circles until he gave her her reward. Another scoop was drawn, but she pushed the spoon towards him. He ate it and she locked his lips over his to fish the ice cream out of his mouth. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip as she swallowed. Her eyes shot sparks at him. She pushed him on his back to take the ice cream from him, resting it on his chest she started to eat at her pace as his arms encircled her.

"Apology accepted?"

"Absolutely." She offered him a spoonful. He bent his neck up and she pulled the spoon away. There was a whooshing sound as he sucked the ice cream right off the spoon. "That's cheating!"

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Is that a challenge?" They both were sporting big grins by now. Lois upset the dish on her fiancé's chest and dove in. Clark reacted to the cold and Lois mouthing his chest. Once most of the ice cream was gone she looked up triumphantly.

Clark burst out laughing. "Lois you're covered in ice cream! Here, let me clean you up. He kissed her and started kissing around her face to sop up the mess. Gradually he worked down to her neck. He suckled one nipple, she made a soft noise when he half-bit the sensitive flesh of the underside of her other breast. His tongue traced her tummy before smacking her clit.

"I don't think I got any ice cream down there mister!" She was out of breath.

"Are you sure baby?" Lois jumped up and knelt over his face. He grabbed her hips to pull her down. She squeezed his head to encourage him, but found he did not need it. She curled herself over to enjoy the sensations and get a little closer too him, her nipples being teased by his hair. Clark's mouth partly her pussy lips. She shivered delightfully as his tongue lapped her swelling labs, her cunt juices rushed out under the lightest pressure. She could tell she would not be able to hold out too long. He seemed aware of it too, he grazed her clit with the faintest touch before driving his whole mouth into her. He tongue burrowed into her as though it was a second cock. He would pick a point inside her, rub it with the point of his tongue until tender, and quickly move to the next spot. The walls of her cave shook as she flooded in ecstasy. She bucked up, stretching as the glorious warmth raced over her.

She came down and lay on Clark's chest. "You are getting too good at that."

"You said that already." She felt the rumble of his laughter through her cheek. She rested for a while and drifted off.

She woke up later in Clark's arms as he carried her to bedroom. "Mmm, what's happening?"

"We're going to bed."

"What!?" She struggled in the firm grip of his arms. "What time is it?"

"11:00."

"That's it?!" She jumped down. "Clark it's still early. Let's take a shower, so I can wake up and we'll do something."

"Lois Lane," Clark laughed, "you and I both damn well know if we take a shower what we'll spend the rest of the night doing."

"Then you'll just have to deal with that." She traced her hand down his chest before turning to the bathroom. She could feel his eyes, watching the sway of her hips. Despite herself she began to flush. The harsh fluorescent lights did not help the mood, but she pulled out a fluffy towel and wondered where her fiancé was. Floating in the door she saw when she turned. She gave a smoldering look and swung back to turn on the water. The clear liquid was cold at first as it ran over her had. It heated up, helping to warm the room with humidity. She was on pins and needles, knowing that at any second two super strong would encircle her. 

It took all her willpower not to look back despite knowing he was silently creeping up on her. Lifting one perfect leg she stepped in heat of the mist as it enveloped her curves. There was a soft kiss on her shoulder as two hands ran down her arms, clasping her hands with his own. She closed her eyes and sighed as he crossed her arms over her chest. His lips were next on her neck, searching up the muscle tendon. She murmured, taking little mincing steps to nowhere, she wished she could spend her life in this moment. She felt the tip of Clark's meat graze her thigh and shivered in anticipation. Lois Lane, career girl reporter was about to be very well fucked. She disengaged one hand to reach behind her, her finger tips were kissed and she felt around his face. She wanted to turn around, but unintentionally Clark's superstrength would not allow it. She could press her ass back firmly against him. He gently pushed her into the warm spray, she ducked her head, soaking her hair. 




Lois Lane's Late Night Snack



Released, she turned to draw him into the water so they could kiss again. Strong hands tracked down her back, cupping her ass. They both murmured. His cock slid between her legs on its own. She rubbed herself over his shaft, adding her moisture to the spraying water. She circled a leg around his waist, rubbing a shapely calf against his steely thigh. They kissed, taking their time, confident of where they were going. Their lovemaking was more familiar now, but still wonderful. Grabbing his hard shoulders she hopped up and felt him slid inside her deliciously. Her legs wrapped around him and he leaned forward to put her head under the spray, inhibiting her sight and hearing so she could focus on his penis slowly pressing, probing her sacred spot and backing away. 

After an eternity he pulled her upright so they could kiss. He tossed her up with ease, burying his face in her tits. She whimpered when he nipped sensitive underside of her tits. Her toned legs circled around his ass as she ground herself on his cock. He effortlessly pulled her back for a kiss, reinforcing how she was a rag doll against his super strength. She clenched internally, her moist heat pulling on his cock, they both groaned. Lois trembled on the edge exhausted and paradoxically electric at the same time, and glad for her fiancé's ever enduring strength. 

She pressed her calf against his hips to lift herself up and look down at him, finally opening her eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair, slicking it back, and he smiled at her. She kicked with her legs, trying to get some momentum to fuck him, but it was useless, he held her steady. The he lifted her and slowly sank her back down. "Wow," Lois gasped at the new sensation. She could feel herself flushing and he kissed along her breast bone. She tried to get control of her breathing and focus on the tactile feel of his lips, but with him slowly fucking her, holding her hips firmly, having her thighs drag on his, she was too turned on to focus, but not enough to earn the release she was getting antsy for. "Stop teasing me Clark!" He gently set her down and spun her around. She caught herself with her arms on the shower wall. She shivered and not only because Clark's broad body behind her totally blocked out the warm spray. His legs ever so lightly scraped hers. He massaged her back with his fingertips as he bent over the nibble on her neck. Her head flopped over to give him better access, complaints of teasing forgotten. It felt too good, it was too erotic. She lost herself in the moment, time forgot in the face of sexual sensation. Eventually he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her upright, crushed against his chest so she could feel his heart beat on her back, complimenting the racing of her own as it choked her. There pace was picking up, little noises from their union filled the stall as his shaft glided effortlessly through her. It was coming, quickly, and there was not much either one of them could do about it. Her lips locked on his as she groaned, a burst of pleasurable energy shot up body and escaped her physical form in a gasp.

She felt him shudder under her as he reached his own release. "Oh man. Lois you are deadly." He shift her in his arms to hold her against his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder in the spray.

"Thanks." She felt his lips brush her forehead before he turned off the water.

He was very gentle as he set her down and dried her. She in turn yanked the towel out of his hands and gave him a quick scrubbing. She slipped a hand between his legs to softly grasp his penis. She caught his slight jump at the contact and stood on her toes to kiss him. 

He very gently took in his arms, Lois was more than happy to curl up against his warm chest as he carried her to bed. She was tired, but the close contact was getting her aroused again. She slipped one coy hand down between them, her finger tips feeling a few moist rivulets on his firm stomach. She slowed her path when felt the fist brush of tightly curled pubic hairs. She winded her way through them and encountered the solid base of her fiancé's cock. Her eyes flickered up and found his gaze already resting on her. She smiled faintly, blushing a little as she admitted her need. With gentle care, she ran her hand down his spent member. The tip of her tongue pressed against his ear. "One more time?" She kissed his neck, "Please? For me?" She lightly pulled and played with his penis.

He chuckled, the sound of a low peel of thunder. "Your wish is my command."

"Goodie goodie." She stretched up to kiss him. Getting up on all fours she kissed her way along his cheek, then on to his neck, giving him a friendly bite. She switched to licks on his chest, giving him a light bath. Presently she was face to face with his only half erect cock. She nuzzled it first, rubbing her face against his heat. She kissed all around, his thighs, cock, and balls. He was filling out now so she gave him a long lick, before she started lapping at his balls and slowly up his entire length. It was standing when she got to the top so she softly sucked on the head before kissing it and looking up triumphantly at him. "I knew what you wanted!"

"You're what I want."

Lois giggled. He floated off the bed and slipped around behind her. She started to get up but he pushed her down to all fours. "I guess we're doing doggie tonig-GNAA!" Normally he built her to a slow simmer, so she was unready when he pressed his whole length in. She was wet, but it made her gasp all the same. "Shit!" She did not get a chance to recover as he pulled back and quickly started stroking her. She panted and tried to regain her senses. The fire in her pussy did not make that an easy task. She grunted and groaned under his assault. Struggling to get back up to all fours she pressed back at her husband to be, squeezing her muscles to give him more pleasure. His strong hand race up her back, leaving a delicious trail of heat. 

Brushing her hair aside he gently bit her neck with his lips. One long continuous call of the wild left Lois's lips as she quivered. She could not help as she orgasmed. But Clark's weapon stayed hard inside her, continuing to saw through her helpless, melting pussy. Without a chance to recover she quickly felt her heat building again. Clark was too strong, there was nothing she could do but stay there and feel the wave coming. She shuttered and her vision swam as she struggled to stay up as her pussy exploded. But it didn't stop, her pleasure seemed to go for eternity as she gasped for air. Finally she started to calm down and realized her fiancé had stopped but she could still feel his hard road inside her. She looked back over shoulder to see her husband wearing a self satisfied grin. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

She trust back. "Stop joking around." She knew he would not need any more encouragement when she felt his hands tighten on her hips. He attacked with renewed vigor, knocking Lois's arms out from under her. In no time she felt another orgasm hit her. She thanked her lucky stars it was mild, her racked body could not take much more. No sooner had she thought that than Clark's monster jumped inside her at last. She fell to the bed, exhausted. Clark moved beside her and kissed her.

"How was that?"

"Too much."

"Be careful what you wish for little girl."

Lois laughed. "Oh, I'm not sorry."



Lois Lane's Superman Substitute



Lois Lane: Man of Plastic (and D-Cell Batteries)

Set during the time of the Lois Lane/Clark Kent/Superman "love triangle," the Man of Steel's would-be girlfriend gets lonely one late night at the Daily Planet offices ...

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As one of the Daily Planet's star reporters in Metropolis, Lois Lane lived the life of a busy career girl in the big city, and as with most women in a similar position, this had taken its toll on her relationships.

It was difficult for Lois to maintain any sort of relationship. Even though her editor, Perry White, was a much more understanding and compassionate employer than he pretended to be under all that sound and fury, her work schedule was still incredibly demanding, and many were the nights that she spent at the office, well after the rest of the world's regular working hours had long since concluded.

Another thing that she had in common with many working women in the modern world was a lack of any sort of worthwhile romantic companionship. Out of all the men whom she considered to be eligible (unlike a few of her girlfriends and acquaintances, Lois did not believe in going after married men), the only one whom she didn't feel was a total waste of her time was Lex Luthor.

Even Lex, however, was hardly the Prince Charming of whom she'd dreamed as a little girl - rich, powerful, intelligent, yes to all three. But not only was he nearly old enough to be her father, which was slightly unnerving in and of itself; there was also something just generally ... disquieting about Lex's manner, not anything that she could put her finger on, but still, it made her nervous on occasion.

Sad to say, Luthor was probably the most decent romantic companion she'd ever had, since Lois' entire life seemed to be a string of loser would-be boyfriends, dating back to the guy she'd lost her virginity to in high school; he'd made her feel pain, and not much else.

She'd kept telling herself that the next guy would be better than the last, that the one entering her life would actually take the time to attend to her needs, unlike all of the ones who had already exited her life. The unfortunate truth was, Lois was on the verge of hitting her thirties, and none of the men she'd dated had provided her with the least bit of physical pleasure.

But just because she'd never experienced an orgasm from sexual intercourse, that didn't mean Lois had never felt an orgasm - far from it. She had elected to resolve her frustrations in the manner of so many other busy career-oriented women, and had purchased a vibrator to deal with the need that none of her lovers had ever been able to satisfy.

Her first had been a plain white plastic rod, five inches long, obtained discreetly from the Lillian Vernon mail order catalog ... by resting it on her clit, and occasionally sliding it inside of her, Lois was able to get herself off, although the orgasms she experienced were never what she would classify as even remotely adequate.

But ever since Superman had first appeared in Metropolis, Lois had felt the need for something ... more. And now, as she prepared to spend another late night in the office, all by her lonesome, she opened the desk drawer that she kept locked during the day, to give herself the pick-me-up that would give her the energy to make it through the rest of her extended evening.

She had stopped masturbating at home, ever since her kid sister Lucy had moved back into her apartment (Lucy was between places at the moment, which was a regrettably often state of affairs for her), and Lucy had walked in on her, at the exact moment that Lois had climaxed around her new toy; neither sister had been able to look the other in the eye for days after that.

Lois now reached into her desk drawer, and retrieved the vibrator that had replaced her old Lillian Vernon model.

It was, in a word, huge – she had purchased it after finally noticing how well Superman filled out his red super-shorts.

Lois was hardly a "size queen," unlike, say, Cat Grant, a fellow reporter who must have carried a ruler around on her at all times, since she could give you the exact inch measurement of every guy she'd ever slept with.

Nonetheless, Lois couldn't help but register how "super" the hero of Metropolis was, especially when he was catching her as she fell from tall buildings, and his super-shorts were pressed up against her mini-skirt ... he must have been well over a foot long, and as thick around as her wrist!

By contrast, most of her lovers had been so small that, after intercourse had stopped being painful, she could barely feel her sex partners inside of her at all.

What would it feel like, she often wondered ... to have THAT thing inside of her?

Given the fact that Lois was pretty sure she would never know from firsthand experience, she had decided to settle for the next best option, and obtain the largest dildo that she could find.

Whenever she still used the old Lillian Vernon plain white five-incher, it was because she wanted gentle clitoral stimulation, but now, when Lois broke out the "super-cock," it was because she wanted to feel the sensation of being well and truly fucked, preferably by one man in particular.

After coating the long, thick shaft with lubricant, she hiked her mini-skirt up above her hips, leaned back in her swivel chair, propped her spread legs up on opposite ends of her desk, and pulled her already soaked-through panties to one side of her crotch.

Turning the dial on the vibrating dildo to its maximum setting, Lois slowly eased its girth into her womanhood, wincing at its size, but determined to live out her fantasy of getting fucked by the Man of Steel, albeit by proxy.

She imagined Superman leaning over her, his powerful hands gripping her by the ankles and flinging her legs even further apart, as his massive manhood thrust all the way inside of her with one swift motion, causing her to cry out in an inseparable mix of pain and pleasure.

Whimpering with effort, Lois gritted her teeth and strained to ease inch after inch of her gigantic toy inside of herself, desperately arching her hips up into the air, even as she frantically pumped the enormous dildo in and out of her yearning opening, fighting against the tightly clenched muscles of her own vaginal passage with each stroke.

Lex was probably the most well-endowed lover she'd ever had, but even he couldn't have been much more than four inches or so, if he was even that big.

Lois shut her eyes tight, and tried to block the image of Luthor out of her mind, since he was just one more sad reminder of the pitiful selection of men that she had to choose from in her life - hick Midwestern milksops like that nerdy Clark Kent, post-adolescent hormone-balls like that geeky Jimmy Olsen, and often impotent, always inadequate substitute father figures like Lex himself - all of whom merely served to remind her that she would never find a Superman of her own, that the only sexual pleasures she would ever know would come from her own hand, the massaging shower head in her apartment, and assorted pieces of vibrating plastic (powered by endless replacements of D-cell batteries, not included).

This moment of cynical clarity almost made her want to cry, except that Lois Lane didn't cry, and certainly not about the sorry state of her love life ... instead, she redirected her attentions back to the needy area between her legs, redoubling her efforts with a renewed assault that made her emit a brief shriek of intermingled agony and ecstasy.

After all, even if she was doomed to a lifetime of nothing but lousy lays in real life, at least Lois could be satisfied by a real man in her fantasies.

She gripped her vibrator with both hands, and humped the lifeless appliance with every ounce of energy she possessed, pretending that it was her Man of Steel who was pounding away inside of her instead, jabbing her cervix harder and faster with each stroke, until the sensations at last overwhelmed her, and she shouted out her dream lover's name as her titanic toy brought her to a crashing orgasm.

"OH, CLARK!" she screamed, sobbing with release, as she threw her head back and allowed her body to convulse in the throes of the first truly satisfying orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.

In the afterglow of her pleasure, Lois couldn't be bothered to wonder why she had called out her co-worker's name, instead of her hero's - all that concerned her now, as she wiped the vibrator clean, was recapturing the mind-blowing sensation that had washed over her, barely minutes ago.

"So, Superman," she breathed in a husky voice, sliding her panties down to her ankles and spreading the puffy pads of her neatly trimmed pubic mound apart with her fingers, "You up for Round Two? Oh, silly me, that's right. Of course you are. You're the Man of Steel, after all," she whispered to the dildo, choking back another series of sobs as she shoved its full length inside of herself, all at once, and fucked herself as roughly as she could stand.

Thanks to the soundproof glass of the Daily Planet's offices, only one person overheard Lois, as she moaned, wailed, sobbed, swore, screamed and thrashed her way through several more hours of frenzied masturbation, but his only reaction was to smirk softly, and continue his nightly patrol, as he flew vigilantly over the buildings and streets of Metropolis. 



Lois Learns Submission



Ok, so I'd been a little pushy in life. So what? I'm a woman and I work in a business that is mostly men and men don't really want to work with women. They only see them as someone to compromise and then fuck. What's it that they say at the office? "If you want to shut her up just stick your dick in her," or something like that.

So I was pushy, bossy, bitchy, whatever you want to call it, and it worked. My division was one of the best in the company and I got promoted through position or salary for every year going on ten years running.

I was married once, but it was a disaster. Mel was not very assertive he allowed me to walk all over him and then ended up being gay. A fact I discovered when I came home early from a road trip and found him bound to the bed with three morbidly obese men fucking the shit out of him. Since then I've taken several lovers, but none of these adventures were much better than Mel. 

In fact, I would say that the best sex I have is the sex I have with myself, stimulating my clit while reading dirty stories on the internet.

And then came Calvin. He came to the firm as a temp and was so good that I had him assigned as my personal assistant which was a double plus on account of the fact that we did not have to pay for his benefits such as insurance and retirement, making my profit and loss situation better than ever. 

Unfortunately, or, rather, eventually fortunately, things did not work out with Cal. It all started with a small indiscretion just before the Thanksgiving holiday. We had an office party that Wednesday at lunch and I must admit I probably had a few too many drinks, causing me to drop my guard a bit.

Cal was flirting with me as he always did in that subtle way some men manage wherein the flirting was more about brown-nosing than anything else.

Anyway, Cal wanted to know what I was doing after the party and so I told him that I was headed to the beach for a bit of sun. He made some comment about following me just so he could see what I looked like in a bikini.

In a moment of drunken boldness I laughed and told him that he might just as well join me. I bet him that he'd quit looking at me as soon as the first pretty young thing in a bikini walked by—"And I want you to know that you have my permission to go for it," I assured him. 

I knew as soon as the words left my mouth that I might be making a mistake, but when he took me up on my offer I was secretly happy and by two that afternoon there we were side-by-side on the beach.

Up until that point in my life I had been fairly conservative so the bikini I was wearing was not in the least bit revealing. Cal, on the other hand, wore a tight fitting Speedo that accentuated his rather huge penis. So it was he who was garnering all the stares not me. Even so, he was a real gentleman about it. When women would come around to hit on him he'd quickly turn to me as if he and I were a twosome. 

I have to admit that this really impressed me, but not nearly as much as that huge package beneath that Speedo. Anyway, by 5pm the sun was starting to go down and I was starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol I had consumed that afternoon. 

As we made our way to the car, it was obvious to both of us that I was too drunk to drive. Being the gentleman that he is Calvin offered to take the wheel and as we started off back to the office he slid his hand into mine. Then at the first stop light he turned to me and without warning kissed me full on the mouth.

His boldness caught me off guard, but the thrill of feeling his body close to mine stopped me from saying anything. In fact, if anything, I was emboldened to up the ante so I leaned against him and let my hand wander to his thigh. I ran it up and down his thigh muscle until I could not resist moving it further up his crouch, finally resting it against his quickly-hardening phallus. As soon as I touched his member he took a free hand, swung it around my shoulder and pulled my body to him.

Of course, I'd been in enough front-seat car scenarios to know what he was looking for and I was just drunk enough to ramp it up another notch. So I tugged at the tops of his swim trunks pulling them down over his now-fully engorged cock which popped out at me like a huge jack-in-box. I had never seen a cock so big and thick and chocolate. And, as god as my witness, I could not have stopped myself from fondling it even if my mother and father had been watching over my shoulder.

Within moment I slid down in the seat slipping the bulbous head between my lips and sinking down on that monster as far as I could. Calvin moaned and placed his hand on my head, taking control he grabbed a hank of hair and started pistoning my head up and down his huge member.

For a few precious moments I let him force his cock into the back of my throat. As I fought the gag impulse he would pull my head back and then plunge it back again until, finally, he let out a huge groan and released what seemed like a ton of cum into my throat. Swallowing as fast as I could I sucked and sucked until he pulled my head away, streaking my lips with the last of his seed. 

When I looked up I saw we were back at the office. I had to pee by that time and he went inside with me and waited while I went to the restroom and then directed me to one of the conference rooms where he lifted me up onto a desk, pulled down my bikini bottoms and started fingering my quim.

His fingers were magic instantly locating the button of my clit gently teasing it while other digits wandered through the folds of my labia then plunged into the depths of my abyss. Without warning he then lowered his head and began licking my sex with a fervor I had never felt before. His ministrations soon had me leaking copious amounts of fluid which collected on the desk beneath me. 

I had never been this wet. Then just as I was about to cum he stopped completely and pulled away. "No," I cried, "don't stop." "Ah, but I must," he explained backing away. "No," I pleaded, "fuck me, suck me, finger me, I'm so close please make me cum." "I'm sorry, but I can't," he calmly replied as he pulled my bottoms back up over my naked bum." Now, I was angry. "No. Make me cum! You must! Please! Do it or else!" "Or else what?" He laughed. "Or else I'll fire you!" I howled in desperation. I didn't really mean it. It was just that the intensity of what was happening inside me demanded a completion. "No you won't," he laughed, "that would be stupid. Besides I'd rather watch you pleasure yourself." And with that comment he took my hand and put it on my muff all the while looking me right in the eye.

"C'mon Lois, let me see you get yourself off." Something in the way he said it. Something in the way he was looking at me, made me avert my eyes and begin madly fingering myself. 

Soon enough a warmth began to creep from my stomach to a place deep inside my womb and before I knew it I was writhing in the throes of one of the deepest orgasms I had ever experienced. As soon as I calmed down I turned to look at him. His eyes were laughing at me and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a sort of sneer.

"Just like I thought," he said. "A little whore."

And then he turned and left.

I wanted to run after him. I wanted to hit him, to force him to take off his clothes and fuck me, but I could not find the strength. He was right. I'm a little whore. His little whore.

Even so, by the next morning I was more than a little pissed at his arrogance. After all he was just a temporary employee lucky to have a job under someone as successful as myself. So what if he had a large cock and a hot body to match? I was the boss and he'd crossed a line. And I suppose it was those thoughts that caused me to ask to have him replaced.

I guess I'll never forget that afternoon when he got the news. He came in my office and told me that I would regret this day.

"And don't you think I'm through with you yet. You little whore."

I scoffed at the comment.

"Well Calvin if you don't have anything else to say then I suppose you should leave because unlike you—I still have important work to do."

"Sure. I'll leave I just wanted you to know that before I'm through with you I'll have you pissing in public."

"Gross Cal, now leave before I call security." He got up and walked to my desk placed his palms on the edge and leaned towards me.

"Mark my words pet. You're going to be my little whore one day. I'm going to control everything in your life. And one day, my little bitch, cock sucking whore I'm going to make you piss yourself in front of every one who works here."

I leaned towards him and laughed in his face.

"Yeah, well in the meantime maybe you ought to start looking for a job. Now get the hell out of here."

He held my gaze for a second and then lifted his hand as if he were about to strike me.

"You're going to be a great submissive Lois. I'm looking forward to dominating you."

And then he turned and left.

I can't say that I forgot about him after that. In fact, all I did was think about him—especially on those nights when I would finger myself while perusing the internet. I would imagine that he was the man in the stories. I even went so far as to purchase a huge black dildo as a sort of substitute for that large cock that I had sucked, all the while wishing he had fucked me so I would know what it felt like.

Imagine my surprise then when six months later he came back to the firm as the senior consultant for one of our biggest clients. 

The tension in our first meeting was so thick that I screwed up a few of the quotes and generally made such a mess with things that the client was beginning to lose faith in me. Realizing that I was about to blow a very big deal for the firm, I decided to call a truce and asked Cal to go to dinner with me so that we could discuss our differences in a way that would help us work together.

I dressed for the occasion in my usual way silk blouse beneath a business suit with a long pleated skirt that went down to the tops of my knees. Underneath I wore a conservative bra and white cotton panties. 

Calvin was waiting for me at the restaurant and did not get up for me when I arrived.

"You're late," he hissed as he pulled me by the hand into the chair directly next to him. I was a little shocked by his abruptness, but when I tried to pull my arm away he tightened his grip to the point where it actually hurt so I decided not to fight him. As soon as he saw that I was not going to make a struggle he loosened his grip a bit but continued to pin my arm to the table. 

"So you can submit," he said with a fierce smile, "good, it will certainly help in this relationship."

I started to say something, but just as I was about to speak his other hand shot out from his side and covered my mouth. I tried to bite him, but he anticipated the thrust, backed his hand off a little and slapped my face.

It happened so quickly I don't imagine anyone saw it. Even so, my eyes stung and I could taste a little blood inside my lip. While I allowed my tongue to gingerly test the broken skin, Cal deftly grabbed his hanky from his pocket leaned towards me and held it against my lips. In doing so, he let go of my hand, shifting his to the opening in my suit where he swooped two fingers in and gave my left nipple a hard pinch.

By now I should have been furious, but I couldn't even mouth a complaint. The hanky was against my mouth and I had a sense that if I cried out he'd only stuff it in my mouth to muffle the plea. But that was not the only reason—I guess it was curiosity, but maybe it was something more. I wasn't used to being treated like this and I wondered where Cal was going with it.

He finally allowed me to pull away from him. And, as I re-tested my split lip with my tongue, he ordered me a double vodka without even asking me what I wanted.

"You could get in a lot of trouble doing what you're doing," I finally spoke as I scooted my chair away from him.

"Oh yeah," he laughed. "What you going to do—tell your boss on me?"

"Here, look at these," He reached into his bag, grabbed a handful of photos, and tossed them on the table in front of me."

The photos were a sequence from our tryst in the conference room after that day on the beach. Each offered an unobstructed view of my hairy crotch, the most damning being the ones wherein my fingers could be seen snaked inside it.

"These are from a video I took of our little Thanksgiving day feast. The video in which you threatened to fire me if I didn't give you an orgasm. As I recall, and the video shows, you gave yourself the orgasm and then I got fired. So what do you say we cut with the shit and take this where it's going?"

As he spoke he reached over and grabbed my chair at the seat and pulled it to him, then I felt him shove his hand beneath my skirt. Instinctively I closed my legs, but he pinched my inner thigh so hard that I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out. In the meantime he forced his hand to the edge of my panties and slipped a finger beneath. Withdrawing it he put his hand back on my thigh and smiled at me.

"Just as I thought—old ladies panties and a hairy bush. Look, no offense, but the first thing you're going to have to do after you have that first drink is go to the ladies room and get rid of those panties. And, while you're in there you need to trim that godawful bush you got growing down there."

"Are you crazy!?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

The hand on my thigh tightened and then tightened more. I was in pain, but he and I both knew I wasn't going to do anything about it. Just then the drinks arrived. Cal relaxed his grip to take a drink of his Perrier while encouraging me to down the vodka as quickly as possible. I tipped the glass to my lips and started to sip, but then Cal put his fingers on the bottom edge forcing the liquid into my mouth so that I had to gulp it down to keep it from spilling on me. As the vodka burned down my throat, Cal laughed at me and reached for his bag.

"Here my pet," he smiled and pulled a cordless beard trimmer from the bag. "I'll have another cocktail here for you by the time you get back.

He set the trimmer on the table between us. I stared at him for a second, but as soon as that hand clamped on my thigh again I knew what I had to do. I took the trimmer, stuck in my purse and got up from the table.

"Hurry back my pet."

His pet, what a bunch of shit, I thought as I debated what to do next. I was tempted to simply leave the restaurant and head home where I could sort through what had happened and then figure a course of action for tomorrow. Even so, another part of me wanted to know where this was going. So I went to the bathroom, entered a stall, pulled off my panties and started trimming my bush. 

As embarrassing as it is for me to admit, the more hair I removed the slicker my labia became. In fact, by the time I was finished my juices were running down the sides of my thighs. This and he hadn't even touched me there yet. When I finished removing all but a thin "landing strip" I looked at the spot on my thigh where his hand had gripped me. The skin was an angry purple where the thumb and forefinger had clamped the hardest. Seeing his mark on me like that caused something inside me to heat up even more. Back at the table I downed my second vodka in one neat gulp, causing him to pat my thigh and say:

"Good girl."

In my absence he had ordered and appetizer of oysters which we shared along with a crisp white wine.

As we ate Cal talked about the client and some of their concerns, but I was so embarrassed and horny that I could barely pay attention. Making matters worse was the fact that every once and awhile the hand on my thigh would slither up to my now-hairless sex which was slick from my juices. One time he was so bold as to dip a finger into me withdrawing and then thrusting it in my mouth.

"Did my little pet give herself an orgasm in there?" He teased.

When I denied it. He laughed and reached again for his bag, this time producing a fat black dildo—exactly like the one I had at home. 

"Tonight only pet. My limo is right out front. Take this with you and masturbate while I settle the tab."

"No," I started to protest, but when the smile left his face I thought better of it and got up to leave.

Outside the restaurant, again I thought about leaving, but the ache in my pussy was a real ache now. Besides Cal must have alerted the driver because he opened the door for me without so much as a word. I got in and settled into a seat facing a TV screen on which a woman, bound hand and feet was giving a blow job to a well-endowed black guy. The action on the screen sent my senses screaming and in no time at all I had my skirt bunched around my waist and was working the dildo in and out of my aching pussy.

Then, just as I was about to explode in a well-earned orgasm, the door of the car came open, and there stood Cal with some other guy. I hurriedly tried to cover myself, but as Cal slid into the car he pinned my skirt to the seat leaving me completely exposed to the stranger. "Lois the slut, say hi to Leo the lawyer."

I was too stunned to speak and for a second there the only sound to be heard was that of the vibrator held dumbly in my right hand while my left still held my labia away from my clit.

"Let me help you with that," the knee of Leo's fine tailored suit slid over my thigh while his hand grabbed the dildo away from me. "Hope you don't mind if I use my fingers."

As he spoke the lawyer jammed two fingers as far up my cunt as he could. Then with his green eyes locked directly onto mine he took a third finger and began to furiously finger my clit while the fourth played at the entrance of my ass.

When that fourth finger penetrated my ass a lewd smile came to his face and I had to look away for fear of cumming. My body had begun to betray me.

While Leo fingered me Calvin roughly yanked my jacket from my shoulders, leaving my arms pinned to my sides. Burying his teeth into the sensitive skin of my neck, he unbuttoned my blouse and started playing with my tits. The rough action combined with the loosening effects of the alcohol quickly drove me over the edge. I caught myself leaning against Leo's arm for dear life as wave after wave of my orgasm engulfed me. And all the while Cal strummed at my nipples, softly whispering into my ear:

"That's good my pet. Now show Leo your appreciation."

Leo the lawyer should have been named Leo the lion. The uncircumcised cock he withdrew from his trousers had a head as big as a fist. And he was in no mood to let my lips and mouth become accommodated to it. 

Shoving it past my lips he was at the back of my throat before I could even take a breath. As I fought against the gag reflex he lightly slapped my face.

"Bite it bitch and I'm going to shove it up your ass and then make you lick your shit off it—understand?"

I nodded as best I could and then he started fucking my face. And I mean fucking it. He grabbed two handfuls of my expensive hair-do to help him with leverage and proceeded to jam his rock hard cock as far down my throat as he could.

When I gagged he'd back off a bit, but whenever I tried to swallow he would grab me by the throat.

"I went down there and got that spit now leave it for my cock!" he insisted as he continued to piston his swollen member in and out. I obeyed him and pretty soon the slobber started to escape from the corners of my mouth running down my face onto my breasts.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity until Leo let out a big grunt. 

The first load hit the back of my throat making me choke, causing his cock to dislodge from my mouth. The second and third loads were deposited on my face, ruining my make-up. 

As quickly as he had started he was through, returning that fat cock to his pants he zipped up and sat down in the seat. Seconds later I felt the limo slow to a stop. 




Lois Learns Submission



"Thanks for the ride Cal, that's a fine little slut you got yourself there." 

Before getting out Leo took his index finger and dabbed a bit of cum from my upper lip which he then smeared across my nipple. 

"As for you my pet, I look forward to tapping that ass of yours."

As Leo left the car I could see the driver looking on with a leer and it occurred to me that he had probably watched the whole thing from the front seat.

After Leo got out and we resumed our journey, Cal pulled out a mirror and handed it to me.

"Look at yourself Lois, you look like a two dollar whore. And you behave like one too. Leo, by the way, is Mr. May's lead lawyer. You'll meet him again tomorrow."

While Cal chuckled to himself my heart slowly sank. I had just allowed the lead lawyer for the client abuse me in the vilest way imaginable.

"You bastard!" I cried.

"Don't worry pet—I think you helped your case. Besides Leo's a family guy you won't have to service that fat cock of his more than once or twice a month."

"Service that fat cock?" What on earth could he be talking about.

"Ok, next order of business is clothes." He took me to one of those adult entertainment places where dancers shop for the strip tease shows. I was humiliated beyond belief when he made me model that most outrageous outfits in front his driver and the store clerk. When he was finally satisfied with our purchases he asked the clerk if there would be any discount for a blow job. 

I was then made to get behind the counter and suck off the clerk while late-night shoppers purchased their jerk off magazines, making ribald comments about the middle-aged whore as they left. By the time that kid blew his spunk on my tits my lips and throat were parched, but when I asked for a drink the only thing I got was more vodka on ice. I had downed about a half-a-glass when the limo slowed again.

We parked at a strip joint on the edge of town and I did not have to wait very long to figure out what we were doing here.

"Ok, now look bitch, I want to see you do a strip tease in front of a group of men and the quickest way to do it is for you to go in here and apply for a job as a dancer. If they hire you they'll be sure to have you go on tonight just to see how you'll do. So you are going to go in there and convince them to hire you."

My heart sank. This might sound weird, but it was one thing to suck someone off in a limo in front of a driver or in a store in front of people who really couldn't see who I was and quite another to dance naked in front of a bunch of horny men. I didn't see how I could do it. Besides I'm practically forty and while I'm still considered attractive with my clothes on with them off it is plain to see that gravity has not been kind.

Cal, sensing my hesitation, pulled a hankie from his pants and wiped a bit of dried cum off my upper lip.

"You can do it Lois. I'm confident you can do it. And you know why?" I nodded my head no.

"You'll do it because you don't want to disappoint me."

It was then that I started to cry.

"Come now," Cal chided, "You're tougher than that—now go in there and get the job." And with that he opened the door, shoved me out onto the parking lot, and tossed the strippers outfits on the ground beside me. Gathering myself as best I could I went into the club and asked who I'd see about getting a job.

"Big E over there is the manager," the girl told me, "but aren't you a little too old for this?"

Suddenly, I found my assertiveness again. "Mind your own business bitch!" I grumbled and headed in the direction of the fat man who ran the place.

When I told him what I had in mind he laughed at me.

"Aren't you a little old? And maybe a little drunk?"

I was tottering a bit by then. The only thing I'd eaten had been the oysters, and, what with five or six vodkas in me I was a little smashed.

"Go home honey and sleep it off."

I was a little put off, yet relieved to discover that they wouldn't have me, but when I got back to the car and told Cal he told me that if I better get the job or all bets were off. I tried to reason with him, but he told me that I hadn't tried hard enough.

"Maybe you need to offer him something," Cal intimated with a sneer. "In the meantime, I'm going in. You better be up on that stage real soon."

Here again, I could have asked for a cab and gone away. But I wasn't really thinking right. It was a combination of what had already transpired—never in my life could I have imagined that I would find myself on my knees under a counter sucking off the clerk at an adult bookstore. And then there was that thing with Leo. Too much had already happened. And I was remembering that orgasm I'd had earlier, too. Was it possible that it could happen again, and again, and on and on. 

Bottom line was: I needed to know. When I went back in it was obvious that Cal had said something to the manager. He welcomed back into the office with a smile.

"Maybe I was a bit hasty," he lied. "fill out this application. Make sure it's accurate we have to verify it before you can go onstage." The application wanted my current address, other employment, references, and so on. "Shit!" I thought to myself, who a I going to list as a reference. 

I filled that thing out in complete horror of what might happen if it ever got out. I finally listed my ex as a reference. So what, if he found out? He'd think it was a joke.

I was no more than finished when Big E walked back in with the brunette bitch who'd insulted me earlier. He barely looked over the form before telling me to strip. I felt awkward taking my clothes off in front of Big E. He was a big man and he had this way of looking at me. By the time I removed my bra I was shaking.

"They looked like a couple of hanged men," the brunette shook me out of my reverie with that assessment of my ample but aging breasts.

"Shut up Karen, just get up on the table like I told you. And you, turn around honey let's get a look at that ass of yours."

"Oh no, you're in trouble now," Karen laughed and hoisted her barely-clad body up on the table. I felt his hands on my ass massaging my cheeks while coaxing me towards Karen on the counter. 

"Now here's the deal, honey. You're going to lick this young lady's pussy until she comes while I fuck that plump little ass of yours."

"No, I, I," I tried to pull away but his massive hands had pinned me against Karen who was directing my head to her bare vulva. She smashed my face against herself with a force that not only cut off my conversation, but further lacerated my lower lip as well. 

If I had been allowed a chance to speak I wanted to tell E that I'd never had it back there, it would not have mattered because that's exactly what he was looking for. 

In any event for what turned out to be only ten minutes—but seemed like an eternity—my lips were forced against Karen's quim while Big E took my cherry ass. And as soon as his member seared my unsuspecting rectum, I knew why they called him Big E.  

At first I started to fight against the intrusion, but that was the wrong strategy. 

"Don't you just love it when they fight?" Big E chuckled as he smacked the living shit out of my backside. Whimpering my teeth accidentally grazed Karen's outer labia.

"Ouch! Bitch!" She slapped my face and then roughly adjusted my head away from the offended area. "E show this bitch what happens if she bites me again.

I felt something warm against my breast, then hot, then white hot. The bastard was burning my tit with his cigarette. I flinched to get away just as he thrust deeper still into my bum.

"Oh, fuck that felt good, do it again bitch!" He burned me again and I involuntarily clenched my ass again. This went on another five times and each time I clenched as hard as I could as soon as I felt the least trace of heat. My exertions finally caused him to let out a monstrous growl as he emptied himself into my bowels. 

Imagine my humiliation when the sensation of his orgasm against my innards sent me into a spontaneous one of my own.

"Fucking bitch got off on it!" Karen cried out as she came all over my face.

As quickly as it happened it was over, E backed away, pulled up his pants, gave my ass a firm swat, and then ran a finger across my dripping pussy.

"Clean my cum and your shit out of your ass crack and then get up onstage."

As I turned to collect my skimpy outfit Karen chimed in:

"Hey honey, if you can't make it with the boys up there, I could probably get you a job licking pussy—bull dikes mostly, not much different than a truck driver. Anyway, you did a helluva job on me."

Karen then kissed me on the mouth and ran her hands up and down my naked body.

"Now go clean up you little slut—you smell like shit."

The lights of the stage were in my eyes and I could not immediately tell who are how many were in the room. As I tried to move in time with the dance music, I could already hear a few hoots of disapproval.

"Get off the stage old biddie!"

I thought I recognized the voice and for a second I was even more horrified—if possible. Of course, I realized that the important thing was to just try to be one of those dancers. Surprisingly, the alcohol helped in this regard, giving me courage to both shed apparel and to make increasingly lewd gestures to the throng beyond the lights.

As one song shifted into the next and I began to achieve a kind of rhythm I dared a glance around the room, looking for Cal. There he was, leaning against a pole in the back, his driver and a couple other guys around him. At first I did not recognize the other guys, but then I did. Fred, Pete, and Jack! Christ! They were outside sales reps whom I'd dissed at the district meeting last month. 

Seeing them threw me out of focus and, as I made my turn around the pole, feigned towards it, and then went to throw my legs around it as I had been instructed I miscalculated the jump. My naked quim went slamming into the pole a direct hit on my clit. Pow! Instant orgasm!

I was quickly losing control of my senses and then there they were. The guys were making their way to the stage. When they got there, I tried to ignore them but seeing as they were the only ones waving any dough, I had to go over.

"Oh it is all over for you," Pete laughed waving a finger. "We've got videos, photos. We've got witnesses."

"Yeah, I think that kid in the porno shop was under-age," Jack, biggest asshole of the three, offered this while jamming a dollar bill into my ass crack

"Please," I weakly pleaded.

Then Cal stepped up.

"If you want to keep any sort of life at all then: Here's an address. Be there as soon as you get off work."

The next two hours were pure horror. The least of which was a particularly mean-spirited ploy by that donkey-cock Big E. When he saw that I was hardly making any tips. He set up a contest wherein a shot glass was placed in my pussy and whomever could land a dollar bill in it would win a prize.

My humiliation was complete when I became so wet that the glass would either fall completely into my pussy or out of my pussy. After one last time of trying to make it work, Big E exploded screaming:

"Goddamn you really are a whore!" 

The comment was so loud that a group of guys started taking up the chant.

"Whore, whore, whore."

It was that taunt that was in my ears when I finally left the club clutching the paper with the address Cal had given me. This, too, was a sort of humiliation. Unbeknownst to me Calvin had grabbed my clothes and I had left my purse in the limo.

2am a big work day coming up in six hours, dressed like a whore, ass, jaw, pussy, every nerve in my body tingling. Trying to get a cab just to go some where to make some sort of crazy sense of the mess my life had suddenly become.

Again, I don't understand what it was that caused me to go to Cal instead of home and to bed. Had I not already done enough damage to my life. Sure the orgasms had been monstrous, but wasn't that enough? To go on with the madness could destroy every thing I had made. Could it get any worse? 

It did.

First, that bitch Karen stole all the tips out of the apron pocket of my French maid outfit. And the only payment the cab driver would take was a fuck. He was fat and disgusting and I could not imagine him in my pussy, which, other than being fingered rather hard, had remained relatively unscathed. So I told him to go ahead and throw it my ass. Of course, he did it to me on the hood of the car in the driveway outside of Calvin's place with a bunch of drunken colleagues watching from the window. The stupid cabbie even left the lights on.

"You really are a whore, Lois," Fred yelled out to me as the cabbie finished and pulled up his pants. 

"Now get up here and learn about your new life."

I don't know why but I found myself hurrying up those steps to meet my fate. I remember the distinct feeling of the cabbie's cum as it slipped out my thoroughly stretched sphincter. Cal was standing there with a collar on which the words "slave bitch" were deeply embossed.

"Strip my pet. We all need sleep and you still have five cocks to sate." The guys behind him laughed.

I started to speak, but stopped when Cal put his finger to my lips.

"In this house you do not speak unless you are asked to speak. Understand."

"Ye-" I had not gotten the word out of my mouth when for the umpteenth time that night my face got slapped.

And now I was thoroughly broken. Sobbing without making a sound, I removed my soiled clothes, got down on my knees and averted my gaze to the floor.

"Well, now, would you lookie there boys. I told you I could do it. And she's going to be a good little submissive from now on. Isn't that right little slave bitch—and remember to nod your head as you have not been asked to speak."

Fighting back the tears I nodded my head. Cal came over and put his hand under my chin, lifted it towards him and then placed the collar around my neck.

"All right slave bitch, here's the deal: From this point forward we pretty much own you. Leo will show you the papers tomorrow—he's in on this too. So are a bunch of other people, or rather, they will be. You're going to keep your job at the office, but you're also going to work as a dancer, concierge, call girl, or whatever it is that we decide. You can opt out any time you want, but when you do there won't be anyone to protect you from all the consequences of all the actions you have already taken or will take in the future."

"You have to stop thinking about yourself as anything other than a possession, the sex toy, of an ever-growing group of people. Now, I myself figure you'll opt out before long, but in the meantime I can guarantee you that every nerve-ending you have will always be a jangling.

"Which is to say we all sincerely hope you'll come to enjoy the lifestyle."

I was stunned. A million questions went through my mind. And I knew I had to let them go. That was pretty easy given Calvin's next command.

"All right guys let's get the ropes and get this over with."

Then my eyes were covered, my arms and legs put into ropes and slowly my body was lifted into the air. Next, leather straps supporting my lower back and under my upper thighs were slid in place. In the end I was left hanging in the shape of a ball with my ankles pulled apart and moved back almost level with my ears. I could feel my ass and pussy pulled open and fully exposed.

Then it happened. Defenseless, I was left to the sick pleasure of five men whom I'd belittled and scorned. They penetrated me with all manner of devices. Clamped my nipples and slapped my sex. They put hickies on nearly every square inch of my neck and breasts. They licked me until I was close to orgasm, but they would not let me cum.

And then they fucked me. They fucked me in every hole—sometimes two or three at a time. They fucked me and they fucked me and they fucked me. I am ashamed to admit this but I loved it. I loved it so much and came so hard with so much noise so many times that they finally put a gag in my mouth because they were tired of hearing me beg for more.

Finally, when they could cum no more. When the batteries of their vibrators had died against my cum-soaked, tingling flesh, when every dream of their perverted imagination had been given life, they took me down from the ropes, hosed me off in the back yard, dried me off, and put me to bed.

When I awakened the next morning the TV was blaring. It was footage from the previous evening. The fury of the assault should have shocked my senses. Instead it mesmerized me. These men, dripping with sweat, fucked me with cocks hard enough to smash coconuts and I mean to tell you they were really ramming it home. 

Any self-respecting person would have turned it off. The scene was one of a gang of angry men completely dominating a helpless woman and the woman begging for them not to stop. Being the woman in the scene should have disgusted me but it did not.

Indeed, despite being battered and sore and deeply worried, I had two fingers snaked beneath the covers cautiously touching myself. Touching myself while watching myself being gang-raped—what had become of me? 

When I heard footsteps in the hall and actually hoped it was someone coming to fuck me, to abuse me, to treat me like a whore. 

Too, I think I like the title on my new collar: Slave Bitch. That's me.



Lois Myra and Me



I sat there in shock at what I was seeing. The camera angle was a little weird. It had obviously been put on a flat surface which had line of sight to the bed and was tilted a little to the right, but the content way over shadowed the position and angles of the recording device.

The question is how did it end up with my other tapes? The unlabelled tape was supposed to have been a program I had recorded last week for later viewing. I'd sat down expecting to be entertained and what I got instead was the biggest surprise of my life.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

It was a Monday evening and at six-fifteen the door bell rang and I answered the ring and found my cousin Ralph standing there. I thought that was a bit odd because I'm normally I'm not home until after midnight, but then I thought that Ralph had probably forgotten my schedule.

I invited him in, got him a beer, and then we sat and talked while watching Monday Night Football. He seemed disappointed that my wife Lois wasn't home, but she had called me about five and said she was going to stop after work for a drink or two with some of her co-workers. She also told me that she would be "Ready for some" when she got home. 

I was more than ready. 

It had been a little over three weeks since Lois and I had last made love. Lois had seemed to be going through a moody period of some sort. It had been nothing but "I'm too tired" or "I've got a headache" or "I've had a bad day at work and my feet and back are killing me."

After a bit Ralph said that he needed to be going and I walked him to the door and said goodbye. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was only eight so I got another beer and settled back down in front of the TV.

Later that evening I woke up in the recliner. The beers I'd had had relaxed me enough that I'd nodded off to sleep which is something I don't normally do. I got up and noticed that the Yukon was parked in the drive so Lois must have come home and I wondered why she hadn't got me up so we could go to bed and 'get it on' as they say,

I smiled and headed on up to the bedroom anticipating the sex that Lois had told me to look forward to. She was in bed and I undressed and snuggled up behind her and put my hard cock against her ass and then I reached around and cupped a tit and she gave a little snort and started lightly snoring. 

"Fuck" I thought, "She's sleeping."

I thought maybe I could get her excited enough to wake up so I started playing with her tit. I tweaked and pulled on the nipple as I rubbed my hard cock against her ass. After a bit I felt her pushing her ass back at me and I started a slow humping against it.

At forty-four Lois was in much better shape than girls half her age. Her ass was round and firm and her tummy was tight. Her breasts were 34C and only had a slight sag to them.

I had noticed that when we were out in public together Lois attracted plenty of male attention and at times I was still surprised that Lois hadn't left me for someone richer, better looking, had a bigger cock or all of the above.

My cock size has been the only real insecurity I've had in our marriage and it went all the way back to when Lois and I had first made love. It was on our tenth date. We had been making out hot and heavy since our third date and it had been getting heavier and heavier with each date. At the end of the tenth date she invited me in when I took her home and she left me on the couch while she left the room to "put the coffee on."

She came back a couple of minutes later and she was stark naked. She smiled and said:

"Coffee, tea or me?"

I stood up and stripped and when I was naked she looked at my cock and said:

"I guess it will do."

She turned and headed for the bedroom and as I watched her walk away I thought to myself, "I guess it will do?" That and the tone of her voice led me to think that she wasn't overly impressed not that I expected her to say something like "Oh my god; I don't know if I can take that." I figured that I was average; average in my mind being between six and seven inches and I had six and a half so I thought I fell within the range.

Neither Lois or I were virgins by a long shot. We had both "been there and done that" and I knew several of her ex-boyfriends and I'd seen a couple of them in the locker room showers and they were roughly the same size as me so I was wondering what brought on her comment.

When we got to her bedroom she pushed me down on the bed and then bent and took me in her mouth. After a minute or two she took her mouth off me and said:

"It is the perfect size for sucking."

The way she said it and the tone made it sound like, "Its okay; it'll do."

She laid down on the bed and I returned the favor and did it well enough that I got her off and then I moved up and pushed me cock into her. She felt loose and I never 'bottomed' out in her like I had on past lovers. I was wise enough not to question the looseness and just made love to her. I did get her off a second time before I got mine and then we cuddled for a bit before she started fondling me and I got it up again. We made it two more times before calling it a night.

As I drove home I was thinking about her looseness and her "I guess it will do comment and it bothered me. Face it; no man wants to think he isn't enough for his lady, but that is what I was thinking.

After we had started 'making it' and had been at it for a couple of weeks Lois asked me if I thought she was too loose. I had no idea of what prompted the question (and I did think it weird that she asked it), but I wasn't stupid and so I lied and said:

"Of course not. I guess I'm just a little small for you."

"You aren't small at all baby; you are just perfect for me."

She was lying and I knew it. From a guy's perspective that was not the right thing to say. Be honest and admit it is a little small for you or work around it and say it is bigger than any other of the lovers you might have had, but don't be obvious about trying to spare his feelings. I was in love with Lois and when I finally proposed my cock size was apparently not a problem for her and she said yes. Even though she married me the "I guess it will do" never left my mind. Anyway; back to my trying to wake a sleeping Lois to try and get some loving.

As I was getting my hopes up with her starting to push back at my slowly humping cock she must have woken up or was starting to and she moaned and then reached back and took hold of my cock and then let loose of it as if it were a hot rock as she said:

"Oh. Its you."

My disappointment at her being in bed asleep after promising me sex instantly turned to red hot anger. I'd had enough of her shit.

"Just who the fuck did you think it was you miserable fucking bitch?! What the fuck is with this "Oh, it is only you" shit." Who the fuck have you been fucking behind my back?"

I got off the bed, grabbed my shorts off the floor and went downstairs. I got a beer and then went outside onto the deck and then sat down to cool off a little as I thought about what just happened. She was rubbing her ass against my cock and she reached back as though she wanted it and then let go of it as if it was red hot. The tone of her voice when she said what she said came across as "Shit! Its little dinky dick."

As I sat there and looked up at the moon and stars I wondered for the first time in our married life if her evenings out with the girls were really spent with girls. I now seriously doubted it. Shit! Were any of the things she did when she was away from me really what she said they were. My next thought was "Where in the hell can I scrape up enough money to hire a detective to find out just what the bitch did do with her time.

Another thing occurred to me. The bitch knew just what I was thinking from what I yelled at her and she didn't care enough about what I thought to drag herself downstairs and give me her usual excuses and try to mend fences. It was almost like "Oh well; now he knows. So the fuck what!"

I didn't want to go back upstairs and I was now wide awake so I decided to go back into the house and watch some TV. I had taped last weeks "NCIS" so I dug through the tapes until I found it (it was the only blank tape in the pile) and then I pushed it into the VCR.

The video explained it all.

I paused it and went quietly back upstairs to see if Lois was still in bed and when I looked in on her she was snoring softly. I went back downstairs and resumed playing the tape. I watched as my wife and my cousin Ralph came into the bedroom, embraced and kissed passionately. From the angle of the camera I guessed that it had been placed on the top shelf in the clothes closet. I could see most of the room and it was obvious to me that the two of them had done this before.

Ralph moved Lois to the bed and then they undressed each other. When Lois pulled down his boxers my jaw almost hit the floor. Ralph had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It must have been ten or twelve inches and almost as big around as my wrist.

He practically ripped the panties off of Lois exposing her shaved cunt and then he pushed her back onto the bed and dove face first into her box. He slurped and sucked and she came almost immediately and was running her hands through his hair while grinding her pussy into his face. Ralph stood up and said:

"How bad do you want to be fucked bitch?"

"I need it baby; hurry up and fuck me."

"Come on you cheating slut; tell me how bad you want it."

"Oh God please. Please hurry up and fuck me. Don't tease me baby; give me your cock."

He looked toward the camera winked and then wiggled his eyebrows like it was meant to be funny.

"How could she do this to me" I thought "And how many times and with how many men?"

I was hurt and angry, but I couldn't stop myself from watching. Ralph told Lois to get ready and she scooted her ass toward the edge of the bed, pulled her knees back and offered herself to him. He moved his cock toward her cheating cunt and I thought "This is going to hurt you bitch! That thing will split you in half and make you bleed and when that happens I'll stand up and cheer."

Ralph took his cock and rubbed it against her wet pussy and then he pushed. I have no idea of how long it had been since Lois had taken a cock bigger than mine, but as that huge thing slid into her I realized that it couldn't have been too long ago. Not as easy as that thing went in.

I at last realized what I probably should have known all along. The reason that Lois always felt loose was because she was used to having that cock in her.

"Oh God yes!" she yelled as Ralph began pounding her pussy. She reached around and grabbed his ass as it pumped up and down She tried to grip him with her legs, but his body was moving up and down as he furiously fucked her and she couldn't get a grip. Her legs started flailing around and I could hear his balls slapping her ass. Suddenly she cried:

"I'm coming, I'm coming; don't stop, please don't stop" and then she screamed in a way I'd never heard her as she orgasmed. Ralph kept at it through her orgasm and then he slowed down. After catching her breath I heard Lois say:

"I want to get on top."

Ralph pulled out of her and she moved over him. His cock was standing straight up and she lowered herself down on it. I still couldn't get over how big he was and how easily she was able to take him. As she settled down she moaned:

"Oh sweet Jesus; you are so much bigger than Dave."

She moved up and down on his rod and Ralph said, "You really like my dick don't you."

It was a statement more than a question and Lois answered "Oh fuck yes" and then she started riding his pole for all she was worth. As she worked herself on his cock he said:

"I'll bet Dave doesn't fuck you this good does he." 

Again more of a statement than a question and Lois answered, "Fuck no. He sticks his little excuse for a dick in me and comes in the first ten seconds."

That hurt!! Size had always been an issue for me ever since I'd been with Lois, but the bitch had always assured me that it wasn't a problem, but I guess the truth has a way of eventually revealing itself. I was looking at a person that I guess I really didn't know. I do know that she never fucked me the way she was fucking him

I had two thoughts almost simultaneously. "What did I ever do to deserve this" and "All these years I've worried about size for no good reason." There was no way I could even begin to compare with what Lois seemed to be used to. I wasn't too small for her! Her cunt was too fucking big for a normal average sized man.

"Oh my God!" I heard from behind me and I turned and saw Lois standing there. "Oh God, oh God, oh God" she moaned as she hurried over to the telephone and quickly dialed a number as she chanted, "Answer damn it, answer! Answer the fucking phone." Then:

"Damn it Ralph; Dave knows. He got hold of that stupid tape you just had to make."

"I don't know how. You were supposed to take the damned thing with you when you left."

"You couldn't have it. Dave is sitting here watching it right now."

I guess I knew where my "NCIS" tape was. I got up and walked toward Lois and she flinched and shrank back from me. I guess she thought I was going to hit her, but what I did was snatch the phone out of her hand.

"Why don't you come on over and pick the tape up Ralph? Just make sure to wear a bullet proof vest when you come. It would be extremely wise of you to never let yourself be anywhere near where I might be from now on. Be advised that I intend to attend every family function from now on just hoping and praying that you will be there too. I won't waste my time looking for you, but rest assured that I will run across you some day and when that day comes it will be the worst day of your worthless life."

I slammed the phone down, looked at Lois and said, "Thanks to you and my asshole cousin I don't have to waste money on a private detective. The two of you have handed me all the evidence I need."

I went back to the VCR, ejected the tape and kissed it and then in I set it on top of the TV. In a shaky voice Lois asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"What the fuck do you think I'm going to do? I'm going to divorce your skanky ass."

"But I don't want a divorce."

"Why the fuck not? It is obvious from what I just watched that you don't give a shit about me. You should be tickled to death that you are getting rid of someone who cums in just ten seconds after sticking his little excuse for a dick into your worthless cunt. Go pack a bag and get the fuck out of here before I really lose it and do to you what I'm rapidly beginning to believe you so richly deserve."

She almost ran from the room and as soon as she was gone I grabbed a blank tape and set it on top of the TV and then took the damaging tape out into the kitchen and hid it.

I made a pot of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table and started making a list of what I was going to have to do in the morning. We didn't live in a state that had no fault rules, but what I did know is that the courts generally went fifty/fifty on an asset split unless the reason was infidelity or criminal in nature. Adultery was a slam dunk for me since I had the tape.

The house had been left to me by my parents and I had been meaning to add Lois to the title, but thank God I'd never gotten around to doing it. As I worked on the list I heard Lois come down the stairs and a couple of minutes later I heard the front door open and close. I wondered where she would go at two in the morning, but then I didn't really give a rat's ass.

I did wonder how you could go from love to hate in a matter of seconds or minutes. Yesterday I would have been willing to die for the woman and now I wouldn't piss on her to try and put it out if she was on fire.

I reviewed the list and there were some things I could do right away thanks to the Internet. I got up and headed for the den and as I went through the living room I noticed that the blank tape I'd set on the TV was gone and I smiled. I just hoped that she assumed she had the damning tape and didn't watch it to be sure. If things played out the way I expected (and hoped) they would I might be able to break things off in her ass. 

Once in the den I got on the computer and did some Internet banking. I transferred everything except ten dollars out of our joint account and into a savings account that was in my name only. I'd had the account when I married Lois and she had her own when we married and we never got around to joining the two. Next I handled the credit cards. I paid the bills on line so I logged into them and cancelled the joint accounts. I had an American Express and a Visa in my name only and I left those two alone. I'd call in the morning and verify that the accounts were closed. Satisfied that I'd done what I could do to protect myself I went to bed and surprisingly enough I slept soundly.

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The alarm woke me at seven and I was dressed and out of the house by seven forty-five. After a breakfast at Tricocci's I headed for the bank so I could be there at nine when the doors opened. I called work from the restaurant and told my secretary I was going to be late and she told me that my wife had called for me and wanted me to call her. "Fat chance of that" I thought as I hung up.

When the bank opened I rented a safe deposit box in my name only and then transferred everything out of the box that Lois had access to into my new box. That done I headed for the office where Myra, my secretary, handed me a handful of message slips and told me that Lois was still trying to get in touch with me. I told Myra that Lois and I would be divorcing and not to bother taking any messages from her. Then Myra told me that Alan wanted to see me as soon as I got to work.

I went to the bosses office and Shirley, his personal assistant told me to go right in.

"You picked a bad time to be late" he told me as I walked in the door. "I need you on the next flight to Atlanta. Morgan's is balking at signing the new contract and I need you to get down there and nail them down."

I told him that it was a bad time for me to be leaving and I told him why.

"One of the things I need to do is get a restraining order to keep Lois away from me and the house and I need to get the locks changed. If I don't get those done she could strip the place while I'm gone."

"Give me your keys and I'll get it done. You can use Bert Ellsworth. He was my attorney when I went through my divorce and he did one hell of a job for me. I'll call him and tell him to expect your call. Call him on your way to the airport. Shirley has made your reservations and you can pick up your ticket at the Delta counter."

I couldn't say no. It was a great job and paid extremely well so I had to go to Atlanta whether I wanted to or not.

I hurried home, packed a bag and made sure that the telephone answering machine was on and then I headed for the airport. On the way I called the number for the attorney that Alan had given me and asked for Ellsworth. When I told the receptionist my name she put me right through. I explained the situation and told him what I wanted to do. He gave me some advice and I gave him my Visa number to retain him.

At the airport I suffered through the usual TSA bullshit, got to the Delta counter, checked in and then sat down in the boarding area to wait for my flight to be called. As I sat there I thought over what the attorney had told me. I lied and told Ellsworth that the reason I needed the order was that I'd overheard Ralph tell Lois that if I gave her any grief over finding out they were fucking that "He would make me see reason."

"I'll beat the little wimp until he sees reason" is what I told Ellsworth. And then I said I'd heard Lois say:




Lois Myra and Me



"Oh goodie. Can I watch and maybe kick him in the nuts once or twice?"

It was all lies of course and wouldn't stand up in a show cause hearing, but if it would keep Lois away from the house until I got back I'd lie my ass off. I'd earned the right by listening to all the lies she'd told me while fucking Ralph and only God and Lois knew how many others. Ellsworth said there would be no problem in getting the restraining order, but there would be a hearing in ten days where I would have to convince a judge to make the order permanent.

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The trip to Atlanta was rewarding in that I solved the problem within an hour of meeting the people from Morgan's and I called Alan and told him we had a signed contract.

He told me that he had called a locksmith and that the locks on the house had been change. 

"In addition to that my brother is a deputy sheriff and he is keeping an eye on the place until you get back."

As long as I was in Atlanta I paid a courtesy call on two other customers before catching the seven-twenty flight back home. As I was waiting for my flight to be called I remembered that I'd turned my cell phone off during my courtesy calls and hadn't turned it back on. When I did I found that I had six missed messages and three voice mails. One message and one voice mail were from Ellsworth and all the rest were from Lois. I deleted her messages and listened to her voice mails. They were both the same:

"Call me. We need to talk before things get out of hand."

The voice mail from Ellsworth told me that he had been able to get to court that afternoon and had gotten the order of protection. He would have it served on Lois at her place of employment the next morning. I'd have to thank Alan for recommending Ellsworth.

I got home at midnight and when I got out of the car a man got out of a car parked at the curb and came up to me. He identified himself as a deputy sheriff and asked me for some ID. 

"You must be Alan's brother" I said as I took out my wallet and showed him my driver's license and then I thanked him for keeping an eye on the house."

He handed me a key ring with a couple of keys on it and said, "Brian told me to tell you that every lock in the house is keyed alike so you only need one key to get in all the locked doors. Your wife showed up here at four-thirty and again at nine. She was really pissed when I wouldn't let her in. She threatened to call the cops on me if I didn't let her into her house. She was a tad surprised when I showed her my badge and told her that the cops were already here."

Once in the house I noticed the answering machine light was blinking, but I was beat so I unplugged the phone and went to bed.

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In the morning after I showered, shaved and dressed I listened to the messages on the answering machine and surprise, surprise they were all from Lois and their content was all basically the same.

"Call me before you do anything rash."

Too late sweetie" I thought. "Way, way too late."

When I got to work Myra told me that Lois had called again and Myra had told her that she had been told not to put Lois through and that she wasn't even supposed to take messages from Lois.

"She hasn't called since."

I bent and kissed Myra on her forehead and said, "Don't know what I'd do without you."

She laughed and said, "I'll bet that you say that to all the girls."

I went into Alan's office and brought him up to date on the Morgan's situation and then thanked him for taking care of the lock problem at my house and sending me to Ellsworth.

"What's next for you" he asked.

"Get on with life. Try to find a good woman who will put up with me."

"You'll manage. The first couple of months are hard, but things will get better."

I went to my office and got busy. At nine I called Ellsworth and he told me the papers would be filed by ten and he could have Lois served before lunch time if I wished. I told him to go ahead and do it.

At ten to noon Lois stuck her head in my office and invited me to go to lunch with her. I needed a break so I said okay. We went to Tricocci's and grabbed a booth and after Mandy took our order Myra asked:

"How are you doing?"

"I'm okay. Why?"

"Both my oldest brother and sister are divorced and I know how rough it can be when you first starting going through the process and I know that having someone who isn't involved that you can talk with can help ease things for you."

"You putting in for the job?"

"Somebody needs to cheer you up so who better than me?"

"Cheering up? Yeah; I guess that is something I could really use right now."

Myra reached into her purse, took out a piece of paper and handed it to me as she said:

"Today's attempt at cheering you up."

I looked at the paper and saw that it was a list of names.

"What is it?"

"A list of the girls interested in you now that you are coming back on the market."

I scanned the list and saw a surprise or two.

"Liz Fisher? The drop dead gorgeous red-head in Accounting? I thought she was engaged. Last I heard was that the wedding was next month."

"She caught him cheating on her and gave him the boot."

"And you think she is interested in me?"

"I know she is. She once said that she would snatch you up in a heartbeat if you were single."

I looked at the list again. There were seven names on the list and besides Mary there were two that would interest me.

"You say that you know all of these are interested?"

"I've heard everyone of them express an interest in you a time or two."

I smiled and said, "I notice that your name isn't on the list."

"I considered putting it there, but decided under the circumstances I'd better not."

"Why didn't you?"

"Outside of the obvious fact that I'm married and you know it?

"Of course. You just admitted that you considered it."

"The answer is that you are just beginning to go through a divorce caused by a cheating wife. My thinking was that under the circumstances taking up with a married woman who plays would be the last thing on your mind."

"You play? I thought you and Harold were solid."

"We were until I found out that he was playing with the receptionist at his office. Rather than get a divorce I decided to keep my comfortable life style and pay him back in kind."

"Well you are wrong about one thing. Knowing that you are married and play wouldn't stop me. You should have put your name on the list. You would be the perfect woman for me right now."

"Now I know you are kidding. I'm far from being a perfect woman."

"That's were you are wrong. There are three names on your list that interest me, but you have one thing going for you that they don't have."

"And what pray tell would that be?"

"You are married and they aren't."

"Now that is something that you just have to explain."

"Right now an emotional entanglement is the last thing I need. It would be too easy to become emotionally involved with the three on your list that I would be interested in. You, on the other hand, are already spoken for and by your own admission you are happy playing tit for tat with your hubby. There wouldn't be any emotional component if I took up with you. What we would be is fuck buddies."

"You mean that? Really mean that?"

"Sure I do. Understand me here sweetie; I'm not the kind of man who would ever go after a married woman and try to seduce her. But one who let me know she was available? In a heartbeat sweetie; in a flat assed heartbeat."

"What would you say to a long lunch then?"

"I'd be all for it."

"Do we have time today?"

"Not today. I have a meeting with the people from Hayes at two, but I have a clear schedule for tomorrow."

"It's a date."

Was I being a hypocrite in fucking another woman while still being married to Lois and given that I was kicking her out for cheating on me? Not in my mind! According to Ellsworth Lois would have been served by the time I had my long lunch with Myra and once Lois had the divorce papers in hand as far as I was concerned we were legally separated and I would be free to do what I wanted.

At two forty-five my cell phone chirped and I looked at the screen and saw that it was Lois and knowing that it was probably because she had been served I decided to take the call.

"What do you want?"

No hello, just "What do you want?" I was tempted to say "What the fuck do you want bitch?!" but I decided that she already knew how I felt about her.

"Why can't I get in the house and what the hell is with this divorce garbage and why won't my credit cards work? And an order of protection? Are you out of your mind?"

"No; just out of a marriage. Your cards don't work because one of the things you do when you get rid of a cheating whore of a wife is cancel her credit cards. And the reason you can't get in the house is that you don't live there any more and I don't want you in it."

"You need to stop this nonsense Dave. You can't seriously want to lose half of everything you have over me having a little sex on the side. That's all it was Dave; just some recreational sex. There wasn't any love involved. You are the only one that I love."

"I don't see it that way Lois. As far as I am concerned you are a cheating whore and that is why I filed using adultery as cause."

"We need to talk. We need to sit down face to face and talk about this Dave."

I think I surprised her when I said, "Okay. Where and when?"

"The house tonight at ten?"

"I don't think so. I've got you out of the house and I'm not letting you back in."

"You can't keep me out of the house Dave."

"Of course I can. I own the house Lois. You aren't on the title. My parents left the house to me, not me and you. I will let you in to get the rest of your things, but only after my attorney sets it up so that there will be some one from the court there to make sure that you don't take anything you are not entitled to."

"Why don't we forget about all this legal stuff and just sit down and work it out?"

"I said I was willing to talk Lois, just not at the house."

"You are being totally unreasonable Dave. If not the house then where?"

"Tomorrow night at Angellina's at six. We can take the booth in back and that should give us enough privacy."

I closed the phone to end the call wondering if Lois really thought I was stupid enough to buy the "It was only sex with him; it's you I love" bullshit. Even as I had the thought I knew that the answer was yes. And why wouldn't she think I was stupid. I'd been dumb enough to let her get away with what she had been doing for years and years.

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That night when I got off work I stopped at The Landing Strip Lounge to have a drink or two to drown my sorrows. Also, since it was Wednesday it was open mike night and I thought that maybe one or two of the comics might be able to make me laugh and cheer me up.

I took a seat at the bar and Karen saw me, came over and asked:

"The usual Dave?"

"I don't know sweetie. My usual order is for a PBR and a date with you and so far all I've gotten is the beer."

"I keep telling you Dave; I've got a keeper and I'm going to stick with him."

"I guess just the PBR then."

As she walked to get the beer I watched the sway of her ass and wondered if her keeper appreciated what he had. A five foot five fiery redhead with tits to die for if her low cut blouses weren't lying. I'd been flirting with her for years knowing that harmless flirting is all that it was, but with Lois out of the picture I really wouldn't mind taking a serious run at Karen. But then there was that "Keeper" thing. Oh well.

Up on the raised bandstand a woman was taking her shot at being a standup comic.

"A surveyor drops by Will's farm in eastern Minnesota and announced he had some bad news. 

"I discovered that your farm isn't in Minnesota. It's actually in Wisconsin."

Will let out a huge sigh of relief and said, "That's the best news I've had in a long time. I was just telling my wife this morning that I don't think I can take another winter in Minnesota."

She got a good laugh from the crowd and went on with:

"The New York City Department of Education says that only 26 percent of the city's students in grades three through eight passed the English portion on a recent standardized test. But on the bright side they're too bad at math to realize how bad that is."

She got a polite laugh on that one, but hit the next one out of the park.

"A new pastor was visiting the homes of his parishioners. At one house it seemed obvious that someone was home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks. He took out a card and wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back of it and stuck it to the door.

"When the offering was processed the following Sunday he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was "Genesis 3:10." Reaching for his Bible he checked out the citation and broke up in gales of laughter.

"Revelation 3:20 begins, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock." Genesis 3:10 reads, "I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid for I was naked."

There were two more good comics after her and I left the place feeling a lot better than I'd felt going in. Maybe there was some truth to the old saying that "Laughter was the best medicine."

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The next day at work and before I even had a chance to sit down at my desk Myra reminded me that we had a lunch date. The morning was fairly busy and at eleven-thirty Myra and I went to lunch. As we drove to the Marriott I asked her if she really wanted to have lunch first and she laughed and said:

"Sex on a full stomach slows me down some and I don't want slow for my first time with you."

I checked us in as Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Tomlinson. I thought it was fitting that I was using the name of Lois's asshole lover to get my first piece of ass from another woman.

Once in the room Myra immediately started to undress and she managed to get naked a lot quicker than I did, but then she'd had a head start. She had come into the room not wearing panties or a bra and she didn't take off her high heels or thigh high nylons. The sight of hr standing there would have given a stone statue a hard on, but the sight didn't give me one, but only because I'd gotten mine in the elevator on the way up to the floor our room was on.

"Ooooh, that's a nice one" Myra said as she looked at my erection. Imagine what that did for me after hearing what Lois had said that caused me to carry around that insecurity for years. Myra laid back on the bed, spread her legs and said:

"Come and get it lover."

I joined her on the bed and moved to go down on her, but she said, "None of that lover. Maybe later, but I've been hot and wet since we made this date yesterday. Fuck me first and we can do other stuff later."

I wasn't going to argue and I moved up and put the head of my cock against her slit and pushed. She was indeed wet, but even so I had to work my way in which was something I'd never had to do with Lois. Myra moaned, her legs came up to clamp me and her hands went to my butt and she tried to pull me in deeper. I started the in and back motion and Myra moaned:

"That's it baby; do me. Do me hard baby; do me hard."

I did my best and was rewarded when she had a screaming orgasm following which I had mine. It was a first for me. I'd never witnessed a screaming orgasm produced by me. Lois had cum, but it was never a loud event, at least not with me. I did see her do a loud one, but it was on the tape I had of her with my asshole cousin.

I held myself in Myra until I went soft and when I pulled out she turned and said, "Now we can do some of that other stuff" and she went for my cock with her mouth. I pulled and tugged until I had her in position for a sixty-nine. She fought me saying:

"Don't do that; it's nasty down there"

"Don't care" I said, "It's mine" and I pulled her down and went to work on her. As I worked on Myra's cum muffin I thought of how many times I done it with Lois not knowing that she was cheating on me. The thought almost caused me to lose the erection that Myra's mouth was building.

Almost, but only almost.

As soon as Myra had me up she swung over me and mounted me cowgirl and I laid there and let her do all the work. I looked up at her and saw her smiling down at me.

"Like this lover? Like looking up at my bouncing, swaying tits?"

"No" I moaned. "I hate it; I absolutely hate it."

She laughed and said, "Yeah! Right!"

When she had me close I had to roll her onto her back and drive hard to get my nut and when I did I had another first. Myra came just as I did and that was something that had never happened for me before.

We separated and as much as I would have loved to lie down next to her and cuddle for a bit I couldn't. A long lunch was something we could get away with, but not an afternoon. I got up, made quick use of the bathroom and started to dress.

"You can stay a bit and shower or clean up" I said, "But I have to get back to work."

"Don't be silly" Myra said. "Why should I wash you off of me? Going to hubby with the smell of my lover still on me is one of the parts of my getting even with him. I'll douche at work just before I go home because he might get suspicious if I'm too wet down there and I don't want to give him any ideas. I'd love to have him go down on me with you still in me, but I don't dare take the chance."

When she said that I thought of all the times I thought of all the times I'd gone down on Lois or slid into her loose cunt and commented on how wet she was. She always said that it was because she got all hot and bothered thinking about what we would do when we went to bed. The stupid thing is that I believed it until I saw the tape of her and Ralph.

That of course put another thought in my mind. Lois never really cared about me to care to care about whether I figured it out or not.

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The rest of the day went by quickly and then it was time for me to head for Angelina's to meet with Lois. I got there first and took the booth in the back. I wanted that one because it was the farthest from the dance floor and consequently was the quietest. I ordered my usual and settled in to wait for Lois.

Lois came in five minutes later and as usual she looked sexy as all get out. She had obviously dressed to give me a hard on in the hope that it would make me more pliable. Usually seeing her like that would give me instant wood, but knowing what she'd done to me and my marriage killed that urge.

She sat down and when the waitress came and asked Lois what she wanted to drink Lois ordered her usual Cosmo and got a severely pissed look on her face when I told the waitress:

"Separate checks please."

I took a pull on my beer and then said, "Okay Lois; you called this meeting so speak your piece."

Honestly Dave; you could be a little more civil."

"Given the circumstances Lois you are lucky that I'm not trying to wrap my hands around your throat and strangle your cheating ass. I'm sitting here looking at your throat and imaging how good it would feel to have both hands around it and squeezing it hard. You wanted to talk so get to it or I'm going to get up and leave."

She sighed and said, "You are overreacting to things Dave. There is no need for us to divorce. I love you and I always have and always will. The thing with Ralph doesn't mean a thing to me. Yes I was having sex with him, but that is all that it was - just sex. Most of the time I don't even like him, but he fills a need that I have. He has never been a threat to you or our marriage."

"If he means nothing to you why did you neglect me in order to take care of him?"

"I've never done that!"

"Of course you have. Just think back over the last six months. Just how often did you grant me, most times reluctantly I might add, your sexual favors? Hell! Just think back over the last three weeks. I listened to your excuses night after night and went without while all the time you were fucking some one else. That's what you call loving me and only me?"




Lois Myra and Me



"It hasn't been that long."

"It damned sure has. Three weeks of avoiding me and when you finally tell me I'm going to get lucky when you get home you go straight to bed and go to sleep. When I tried to get something going you were all for it until you realized it was me. Remember that Lois? Remember that "Oh, it's you. I'm tired. Leave me alone." That said it all Lois. That "Oh; it's only you" said it all. Then seeing that tape was the final nail in the coffin. That "Poor excuse for a dick and cums in ten seconds was the hammer that drove that final nail down."

"Oh come on Dave; you know that what I said wasn't true. When have you ever cum within even a couple of minutes? You almost always go ten or more minutes. Usually a lot more and you know it."

"Then why would you even say those things to Ralph?"

"Because Ralph likes to hear it. He has some crying need to hear that he is so much better than you. I say garbage like that to stroke his ego. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you as a lover Dave. You have always gotten me off."

"Then why are you fucking other men?"

"It isn't other men Dave; it is only Ralph."

"So in your mind it isn't cheating on me since it is only Ralph?"

"That isn't what I said."

"It doesn't matter Lois. One man or a hundred, fucking a man other than your husband is cheating any way you want to look at it."

"Answer me this Dave. Up until you saw that tape wouldn't you say we had a good marriage?"

"Good maybe, but certainly not great."

"Well I've been seeing Ralph since before we were married and it hasn't affected the marriage at all."

"You were fucking my asshole cousin even before we said I do?"

"Yes I was."

"Then why in the hell did you even bother to marry me?"

"Because I love you Dave. I barely even like Ralph."

"Then why the hell are you fucking him?"

"Because he gives me something physically that you can't. Size Dave. All Ralph has going for him is size. He hits places inside me that you can't. Those places give me feelings that you can't give me. Why don't you look at it as Ralph just helping you out with me?"

"You have to be brain dead if you think you can sell me on that one. If that is all you have to talk about then we are done here."

I started to stand up and she said, "You will never be able to sell adultery Dave. You don't have any evidence to back it up."

"You forget that I have the tape that you and Ralph so graciously made for me."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am" I said and then I walked away from her. I was smiling as I walked out the door. Obviously she hadn't looked at the tape she took from the house so she didn't know that she had a blank one. I was just reaching for the door handle on the car when I heard the 'click click' of high heels coming my way and I turned to see Lois half walking and half running in her high heels. I was amazed that she could move that fast in them.

She hurried up to me and said, "I need to get in the house Dave. I need my clothes and things."

I knew when I said it that I was being an asshole, but I honestly felt that I had the right to be one when I said:

"Have your lawyer call mine to set it up" I said as I got into the car. I rolled down the window and said, "Bye bye Lois" and drove off as she cried out: 

"Wait Dave. Wait a minu..." 

I could have let her follow me home and get her stuff. It wouldn't have hurt me any to do it, but I'm afraid that my mind set at the time was "Fuck that bitch!" If she didn't already have a lawyer it would take her a day or two to get one and since it was Thursday I was betting that the soonest she could get one would be Monday and then another day to arrange to get her into the house. By that time I'd have everything of hers in garbage bags and I wouldn't use 'reasonable care' in doing it. If I was lucky she would have to take it all to the dry cleaners or the Laundromat before she could use them.

Was I a little bitter toward Lois? Nah! Everything was sunshine and roses where Lois and I were concerned.

I slept well that night.

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Friday I had another long lunch with Myra and at the conclusion of a rather strenuous period Myra asked me if I had plans for the weekend. When I said that I didn't she asked:

"Want to spend the weekend with me?"

"I'd love to, but how would you hide it from your hubby?"

"He's leaving on a weekend fishing trip. He packed his car this morning and he will be leaving right from work. You have me from now until noon on Sunday. That is if you want me."

"Silly girl. Let's see now. Dinner and dancing this evening. Go home and play. Wake up Saturday morning and play most of the day. Dinner and dancing Saturday evening and then go home and play. Wake up Sunday and play until noon and then go out for a late breakfast. That sound about right?"

"All except for the dancing part. I say more play and less dancing."

"Wouldn't work. Yours never wears out, but mine tends to need rest at times."

"Okay then; I guess we go with your plan."

We went back to work and at quitting time I told her that I would pick her at seven.

"Pack for the weekend" I told her, "Because I don't intend to bring you back until Sunday afternoon."

When I got home I found that Lois had decided not to waste time trying to get a lawyer. When I went up to the bedroom to change clothes I saw that Lois's side of the walk in closet was empty. I looked around and saw that most of her other stuff was gone. I went looking to see if I could figure out how she got in.

Didn't take long to find it. One of the windows in the family room that looked out onto the patio had been broken out. Nothing I could do about it. Calling the police would be a waste of time since I couldn't prove that Lois did it. I did get just a wee bit of satisfaction. There was some blood on some of the broken shards of glass. Lois must have cut herself climbing in.

I grabbed the Yellow Pages and found a glass company, called them and made an appointment for the next day. Then I decided to leave the mess until the morning and that decision made I went upstairs, showered and dressed for my date with Myra.

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We had dinner and then went dancing and drinking. At eleven we were in bed, but we didn't fall asleep until three and believe me when I say I was pretty darned tired when Myra got through with me.

I set the clock for nine since the glass company said they would be there between ten and twelve. I shouldn't have bothered with the clock because Myra woke me up at seven-twenty in a most marvelous way. I woke up to find my cock in Myra's mouth. That led to a session of doggie followed by some sixty-nine followed by some missionary and then a shower.

The soaping and washing of each others backs, sides and then fronts led to Myra being taken from behind as she leaned against the shower wall. More soaping and washing led us back to the bed. By then it was almost time for the glass man to show up so breakfast was out and we would instead have an early lunch.

While waiting for the glass guy I cleaned up the broken glass and had just finished when the glass man got there at ten-ten. He was all done at ten-forty and by eleven Myra and I were at Tricocci's having a late breakfast. After Jared had taken our order I asked Myra what she would like to do that afternoon.

"Lay around. Make lazy love. Cuddle."

"I can do that."

And that is just what we did. We were in a mellow mood and by five we decided that we would call out for pizza and just keep up with what we had been doing most of the day. We decided not to play on full stomachs so we cuddled on the couch and watched some TV for an hour or two and then in the middle of a program I don't even remember the name of Myra started rubbing my cock.

Two could play that game and I started playing with her tits. She retaliated by pulling my cock out into the open and going down on it. Refusing to let her gain the upper hand I pulled her down on the floor, pushed the gusset of her panties aside and fucked her.

Guess I showed her right?

Once we'd made it off the floor and into the bedroom Myra asked me why I'd never tried her ass.

"I guess it is because every girl I've ever had never let me do it so I don't think about it any more."

"Then you are in for a treat tonight. I love it up my butt."

Never having been there before I couldn't believe how tight it was. As I fucked Myra's tight ass I thought of Lois's loose pussy. If I'd taken her ass would it have been tight too? Or would it have been as loose as her cheating cunt. Did she give her ass to her big dicked lovers even though she'd never given it to me? I guessed I'd never know, but then I really didn't need to any more. The bitch was gone! She would still be around on the fringes as we fought our way through the divorce process, but she was 97% out of my life now.

Myra was pushing her ass back at me and moaning "Yes yes yes" as I pounded into her and then she surprised me and had an orgasm. I didn't know a woman could have one while being taken anally. I smiled and wondered what other things Myra was going to teach me. One thing I did know and that was that I was going to take all that Myra would give me for as long as she was willing to give it.

As her orgasm ebbed I redoubled my efforts and got mine. As we rested I said:

"You really do like it that way?"

"I love it."

"Then I guess we will have to do a lot more of it."

She got up from the bed, went into the bathroom and came back with a washrag. She smiled and said:

"Got to clean this guy up so I can work on him to get him up again."

She managed to do it, but I don't know how. With all we had done from Friday until I finished in her ass I would have bet money that she couldn't get another one out of me. I've got to learn not to bet against a determined woman. We started doggie and I finished in her ass. She did the washrag thing again, but I was done and we fell asleep cuddled up against each other,

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With Sunday morning came the realization that I was going to have to give her back to her husband. With that realization came a thought and over pancakes at the Village Inn I asked:

"How long have I got?"

"What do you mean?"

"How long before you drop me?"

"Why would you think that I'd drop you?"

"From the way that you said it when you told me that you played around on your hubby I got the impression that you just did it here and there and didn't hook up with anyone for long periods."

"Maybe, but it was never my choice. Usually the guy I would hook up with would eventually get a little possessive and want me to dump Harold for them. The problem with that is that they were not in Harold's class. None of them could keep me in the life style I enjoyed as Harold's wife. I just couldn't see leaving a nice house in a good neighborhood to live in a two room apartment and spend my time wondering if we would be able to pay that month's bills.

"Besides, most were not any better in bed than Harold and there was also the fact that they were dirt bags. At least that is the way I looked at it. They had to be dirt bags if they were hitting on a married woman and I always wore my rings."

"I don't understand the logic there. You went out looking to get hit on and you knew that they knew you were married when you hooked up with them.

"True, but I wasn't looking for a replacement for Harold; I was simply looking to get even. That I hung onto them if they were halfway decent in the sack didn't mean that I really cared all that much for them. Face it; if they came after me knowing I was married do you think I could ever trust them if I made the relationship permanent?"

"So I'm just another dirt bag?"

"Don't be silly. Of course you aren't. I've worked for you for over five years now and not once in all that time did you ever do so much as flirt with me. Think on what got us here lover. I as good as gave you an engraved invitation. You flat out told me that you would never go after a married woman and you didn't. I put it out there and you were smart enough not to turn it down. If any dropping gets done it will have to be you dropping me."

"I can promise you that if I do it won't be any time soon. Do we have time for one more before I have to get you home?"

She gave me a big smile and we did.

When I went to bed Sunday night I was one of the most sexually satisfied men in the state and maybe even the surrounding ones.

+++++++++++++++++

Monday as I drove to work I thought on my relationship with Myra and I knew that it couldn't continue; at least not as it had gone on over the weekend. I had sued Lois using adultery as grounds and if she got an attorney one of the first things he would do (if he was worth a shit) would be for her to get something on me she could counter with. If she couldn't counter I would come out ahead in the asset split. My getting caught with Myra would give Lois that counter, but there was no way I was going to go without sex for as long as the divorce would take. I'd gone without long enough while I was married to my whore of a wife.

I called Myra into my office when I got to work and laid out the problem for her and then asked if she had any ideas.

"A couple, but I don't know if you can swing it."

"Tell me and let's see."

"You have these three uncomfortable chairs in here for when clients visit. You need to get a comfortable couch in here for them to sit on."

"I can do that."

"Then you stay and work late a lot so naturally I'll have to stay late to assist you. Then after we have put the new couch to good use you leave, I'll wait ten or fifteen minutes to give whoever might be watching you time enough to follow you so they won't be there to see me leave."

"That should work."

"Another thing we could do is I'll leave for lunch before you do and go to the hotel, get a room and then call you with the room number. When you get to the hotel take the elevator to the second floor where all of the conference rooms are and then take the stairwell up to the floor the room is on. We won't be able to do that very often though. There is a limit to how many conferences you can attend without making people wonder."

"What would keep them from coming up to verify that I was in a conference?"

"Before you come up the stairwell hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign on one of the conference room doors, but it really won't matter. They will need to see us together and as long as we come and go separately we should be fine."

I told Myra to plan on a conference the next day and then I sent her back to work. I had a full day so I didn't get around to ordering the couch until around four. I didn't waste time going through channels to get it approved; I simply ordered it and paid for it myself.

At five I called Myra into my office and told her that she needed to tell her hubby that she needed to work late on Thursday.

"They will be delivering the couch around noon."

"How did you get Ahern and Accounting to approve it so fast?"

"Didn't use them. I bought it myself."

She looked around and didn't see anyone (the office door was open) and kissed me. Then she said:

"I was hoping that I wasn't going to have to wait for Thursday."

"Have you already forgotten the conference with the folks from Ajax tomorrow?"

"Damn! How did that slip my mind?"

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I was in a good mood all the way home and then the good mood fled when I got to the house and saw Lois parked in the driveway. She was parked in the middle so that I couldn't get by her to get in the garage. I parked so she had room to back out and leave. When I got out of my car she got out of hers and then she walked up to me and said:

"We need to talk Dave. Things are getting way out of hand."

I ignored her and walked by her to her car. I opened the door and reached in and grabbed her purse that she'd left on the seat. I turned it upside down and dumped the contents on the seat. I picked up her wallet and took all the money out of it and counted it and then put it in my pocket and dropped the wallet on top of the rest of the junk on the seat.

"You still owe me fourteen dollars for the window you broke and we don't need to talk. I've already said all that I need to say to you."

"Damn it Dave; I love you and I don't want a divorce. We can work things out. It doesn't have to be over for us."

"Yes it does Lois. There is no fucking way we can stay together especially after my finding out that you have been stabbing me in the back since before we were even married. We are done Lois! Finished! Kaput!"

"I had hoped that you would listen to reason, but I guess deep down I knew you wouldn't. If you are dead set on a divorce I'm going to have to fight you. I will not accept adultery. I know how this state is and I will not settle for a 70/30 asset split with me getting the low number."

"I'm sorry that you don't think you need to be punished for what you did to me, but the adultery stands."

"You will have to prove it Dave and you can't. It will be your word against mine and I'll deny it to hell and back. I'll say that you are just trying to cheat me out of my fair share of our assets. You might even be penalized for it."

"You seem to forget that I have visual proof of you committing adultery with my asshole cousin."

"No you don't Dave. I grabbed that tape when I left the house and then destroyed it. It will be you word against mine and lacking any proof you will lose."

"You destroyed it? Ralph will never forgive you. He did so want that tape. He might even be so pissed at you for destroying it that he just stop fucking you."

"Will you get it through your head that I don't give a shit about Ralph? Yes, I wanted what he had, but I don't need it. I need you."

I shrugged and said, "You still owe me fourteen dollars for the window" and walked away from her and went into the house. The cunt didn't give up easily. She beat on the door and rang the bell for a good ten minutes before she finally left.

As I watched her back down the driveway I was smiling. She had obviously destroyed the tape without looking at it to make sure she had the right one. Was she ever in for a surprise. I wanted her to get an attorney and fight the divorce. I wanted her to go into debt, to spend a thousand or more dollars on attorneys only to find out that I still had the tape and that she had spent her money for nothing.

I slept soundly that night.

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My Tuesday conference with 'the people from Ajax' went well and I was in a pretty good mood when I went home from work. Wednesday wasn't all that bad either since Myra wanted a quickie on my desk at closing time. After a quick check to make sure everyone else was gone I obliged the lady and when we were through I reminded her that she would be expected to work late on Thursday.

On the way home I decided to stop at my watering hole of choice which was The Landing Strip Lounge. I'd forgotten that Wednesday night was open mike night and when I got there I had trouble finding a seat. Finally a seat opened up at the bar and I grabbed it. I got there just as Bobby Denton handed the mike to a trailer repair mechanic who worked at Triple T Sales and Service over in Franktown.

An eight year old girl went to her grandfather, who was working in the yard and asked him:

"Grandpa, what is couple sex?"

The grandfather was surprised that she would ask such a question, but then he decided that if she was old enough to ask the question she was old enough to get a straight answer. Steeling himself to leave nothing out he proceeded to tell the young girl all about human reproduction and the joys and responsibilities of intercourse.

When he finished explaining the little girl was looking at him with her mouth hanging open and with eyes wide in amazement. Seeing the look on her face the grandfather asked her:




Lois Myra and Me



"Why did you ask this question honey?"

"Grandma told me to tell you that dinner would be ready in a couple secs."

The crowd roared with laughter and he followed that one up with:

"There was this guy and he was pretty smart. He had degrees in both Electrical and Mechanical Engineering and one day as he was driving home he heard a commercial on his car radio that he figured was an outright lie. He thought about it and when he got home he sat down in his den and drew up the plans for a lie detecting robot.

"When he was satisfied with his plan he went down to his basement workshop and started building it. It took him six weeks and when it was done he was ready to test it. It just happened that he had the robot with him in the living room when his fourteen year old son came home two hours late. The man asked his son why he was so late. His son said that he had been playing cards with his buddies and he had lost track of time. The robot wheeled over to the boy and slapped him. The man said:

"Tell me the truth now. Why are you late?"

The boy said, "It wasn't nothing. We was just looking at some porn that Johnny's father had."

The man shook his head and said, "When I was your age we didn't look at porn" and the robot slapped him. His wife laughed and said:

"He takes after you George. He certainly is your son."

And the robot slapped her.

That got another roar from the crowd. 

There was a break in the action so I finished my beer and went on home.

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The next day two good things happened. The first was my attorney calling to tell me that he had been contacted by an attorney representing Lois and had been told that she was going to fight the divorce. That caused me to smile.

The second thing was that my black leather couch was delivered. I went with leather because I figured to clean up the cum stains that were bound to get on it. It turned out that it was a wise move on my part because Myra and I did leave some deposits on it later that afternoon.

The next couple of weeks slid by without much happening. Myra and I got it on three or four times a week, mostly on the couch after hours, but we did do the conference room three times because face it, just as the couch was better than the desk a bed was better than a couch.

Also during that period Lois called me almost daily telling me that she needed me and telling me that I simply could not win so why not just accept things as being in the past and best forgotten and get on with our lives together. I could have put a stop to the calls by getting a new cell phone with a different number and getting the number on the home phone changed, but I got some sort of perverse pleasure out of telling her that she was wasting her time. All the while knowing that she had no idea of what was going to fall on her.

Meanwhile Ellsworth and the attorney that Lois had hired spent time hashing things out. I hoped that Myra's attorney was being paid by the hour and driving up her tab. I had negotiated a flat fee with Ellsworth so I didn't care how long things were drug out. Ellsworth knew about the tape and in fact he had it in his possession, but he never told Lois's attorney that it existed.

They haggled back and forth with the other attorney arguing that Lois would stop fighting the divorce if I changed the grounds from adultery to irreconcilable differences and agreed to an equal split of the assets. To give Lois some hope I told Ellsworth he could drop it from 70/30 to 65/35 knowing full well that she wouldn't take it.

Ellsworth told me that he was going to have to let the opposition know of the tapes existence before going in front of a judge. He said that the judge would be pissed - extremely pissed - if we hadn't made every attempt to come to an agreement before coming in front of him. I told Ellsworth to use his best judgment. What the hell! It was what I was paying him for right? 

Lois did put someone on me or at least I was pretty sure that she had. I was suddenly seeing a guy around that I had never seen before. I never caught him actually looking at me, but h seemed to be around no matter where I was. Maybe it was me being paranoid, but then again maybe not.

Another week went by and I got a call from Ellsworth. Lois and her attorney wanted a meeting. I told him to set it up and let me know when. He called me back and said Friday at ten in the morning. I was there at nine-thirty and talked things over with Bert. We decided to bring the tape into play at the meeting, but I wanted to fuck with Lois one last time.

The meeting started with the usual bullshit. Lois denied committing adultery and said I was being unreasonable. Then I said:

"You keep forgetting that I have the tape that you and my asshole cousin made."

"No you don't! You have nothing to prove your claim and you know it."

"I'll tell you what I'll do Lois. If you will sign the papers right now I'll go for a 60/40 split. That offer is good for the next two minutes. If you don't sign I guess the judge will be the one to set the split."

"I'm not accepting it Dave. You have no proof."

"Of course I do Lois; I have the tape of you fucking Ralph."

And then Lois did what I'd hoped she would do. She got pissed and let her mouth run away from her.

"Damn it Dave! I already told you I destroyed that damned tape!"

"Oh? So you admit that you committed adultery and then destroyed the evidence?"

Her eyes got big as she realized what she had just said.

"No. I didn't mean it that way."

"Doesn't matter Lois. I offered to cut you some slack, but you being your usual pig-headed self turned my offer down. We will just have to let the courts decide."

Then Lois's attorney spoke. "If you do indeed have the evidence it would be best to bring it out into the open now."

I nodded at Ellsworth and as he went to push the play button on the TV/VCR setup on the end of the table I said:

"Last chance Lois. I'll go 60/40, but once he pushes the play button the offer is withdrawn and we will go to court.

"Fuck you Dave. You don't have a thing you can use."

Bert pushed the play button and I stood up and said, "See you in court Lois" and I left the room.

I wasn't out of the building when my cell went off. It was Burt.

"They want to deal."

"No thanks. I gave her an out and she wouldn't take it so full speed ahead."

All that did was increase the number of phone calls I was getting from Lois. I'd unplugged the home phone and Myra knew not to put any calls from Lois through to me so the only way Lois could get to me was my cell. I kept the cell and the number just to fuck with Lois. It tickled me to see the number of calls I got from her that I never took.

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As far as my sex life was concerned Myra was giving me almost more than I could handle, but I wasn't going to complain.

Three days after the meeting with Lois and the attorneys Myra said:

"We have a problem; a very big problem."

"Oh shit!" I thought, her hubby has found out about us.

"How bad is it" I asked.

"Pretty bad. Harold has to fly back to Ohio to handle something pertaining to his parent's estate. He will be gone a week."

"So what's the problem?"

"How are we going to manage spending a week together?"

I thought for a minute and then said, "Easy. You leave work a half hour before I do and drive to my house. Park one block over and then go into the house and make sure that all the curtains and blinds are shut tight. Then when I come home we play. I leave for work in the morning and if I am being watched that will pull them after me. You wait ten or fifteen minutes to let me get clear and then you leave and come to work. We will just keep repeating it until the weekend and then come up with another plan."

"How about this for a weekend plan. I do the same thing that I do all week only Friday when you get home we just never leave the house for the entire weekend. Think you can handle two and a half days with me?"

"What I'm not sure of sweetie is that I can survive two and a half days with you."

"We won't know until we give it a shot."

And that is just what we did and I did manage to survive the weekend, but the weekend - as good as it was - caused me to get a bit moody when it was over and Myra went home so she could be there to greet hubby when he came home.

I had gotten too used to Myra. Besides the sex she was good company and I got along great with her, but I knew me well enough to know that once my divorce was final I was going to be looking for a replacement for Lois. I had liked being married. I was going to want a fulltime relationship. I wanted to be able to go to sleep at night cuddled up to a woman who would be there in the morning when I woke up.

I could very well see me doing it with Myra, but Myra never gave any indication that she would ever dump Harold. I'd always gotten the feeling that she was happy with him (except for his fucking around on her) and was content to stay with him as long as she was able to repay him in kind.

I remembered the list she had shown me that had been the impetus for our affair and I mentally reviewed it. There were three that I would love to fuck, but I couldn't see any of them as wife material. Two of them smoked and I didn't and from living with my parents I knew I couldn't live with a smoker. Both of my parents were two pack a day smokers and the house always smelled like a wet ashtray. The stink was on everything; clothes, furniture, curtains and the list could go on and on.

The one non-smoker was Liz from Accounting and she was also the sexiest of the three, but I thought that she was too young for me and the age difference meant that it wasn't likely we would have enough common ground to work with. I'd once gone to her office to check with her about an item on one of my expense reports and she was listening to rap music (if it could indeed be called music) and I can't stand the stuff. Liz might be fun to play with for a while, but I couldn't imagine that we could make it long term.

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Those were the thoughts I was having as I drove to work on Monday. Once at work I got too busy to spend any time thinking of personal problems. I was so busy I had to say no when Myra stuck her head in the office and asked me if we were on for a long lunch,

Just before quitting time I got a call from Bert Ellsworth. He said that Lois was desperate to settle.

"I know that for you it is all about sticking it to her, but I think you would be wise to offer her 60/40 to get her to sign now. I know that in most cases adultery does play a big part in getting the aggrieved party a bigger share of the assets, but two of the seven judges who sit on divorce cases are women and they tend to go 50/50 regardless of the cause and we just might be unlucky enough to draw one of them. I think it would be in your best interest to settle."

I gave it maybe thirty seconds of thought and then I told him to offer her 65/35 and see if she would go for it.

At quitting time Myra came into the office and said, "I didn't get my long lunch so can I at least get some couch time?"

She could and did.

The next morning at ten Ellsworth called and said that Lois had accepted the 65/35 offer. He said that she would be in at five on Wednesday to sign the papers and had asked for a short meeting with me. I couldn't see any benefit to it other that to give me one more chance to snarl at her, but I wanted to get things over with so I didn't have to sneak around with Myra any more. I told Bert that I would be there at two and give her the meeting that she wanted.

We went into a conference room and I took a seat and waited for her to speak her piece. She saw that I wasn't going to say anything so she took a deep breath and said:

"I don't want this Dave. I know you don't believe it, but I do love you. Is there anyway at all that we can work things out and stay together?"

"Not a prayer Lois. Not after finding out how long you had been doing it. I'll be straight with you here. If you had gone through a short affair with someone I might - just might - have let it pass. Say maybe you had a few large cocks before we married and then were a faithful wife for years until you somehow discovered that someone had a big one and you remembered how good it felt and fell into a short relationship with him I might have been able to get by it.

"But a continuing affair since before we even said I do? Not a chance in hell Lois. No way we can get by that. The guy you say you barely like is getting steady pussy from you and the man you profess to love gets to go without anywhere from three weeks to two months? It won't wash Lois; it just won't wash. Is that it? Is that all you have to say?"

"Please Dave. Please give us a chance."

"Can't do it Lois. I'd never trust you again and I won't live like that."

I stood up and walked to the door. I turned and said, "You are a good looking woman Lois so I doubt that you will be alone for long. When you do hook up with someone I can only hope that he fucks over you as badly as you fucked over me."

I left the room and headed for the Landing Strip. I took a seat at the bar and Karen came over, set a PBR in front of me and said:

"Where you been hiding handsome?"

"Been going through a divorce and haven't been feeling all that sociable. I thought I'd come in and have a beer or two and unwind.

"Divorce huh? That mean that I might be able to bring you under my spell?"

"I thought you were spoken for. I've been flirting with you for years and you've always told me how great you had it with your guy."

"Hah! Had it great but only because I thought he was something he wasn't."

Before she could go any farther another customer called for her attention and I watched her nicely shaped tight ass as she walked toward him. She was busy most of the time my two beers took up so I didn't get a chance to talk too much with her.

I'd had enough so I waved Karen over to settle my tab. She took my money and when she came back with my change she gave me a smile and said:

"When the divorce stuff is over and done with keep me in mind okay?"

"I can do that. Take care" and I headed for the house in a damned fine mood. Karen interested in me? Who would have ever thunk it.

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As far as I was concerned once Lois signed the papers it was a done deal and even though there would be a wait for the final decree I could move on with my life. To me that meant freedom from worrying about being watched. Myra and I could stop sneaking around.

Around ten Myra came into the office and asked if we were on for a long lunch and I told her yes.

"I'll leave around eleven-twenty and get the room" she said.

"No need for that any more. Lois signed the papers yesterday so we don't need to try and avoid something that might have never been there anyway."

We left for the Marriott at eleven-thirty and we were alone in the elevator on the way down to the lobby when Myra grabbed my hand, picked up her skirt and placed my hand on her naked pussy.

"I just want you to know how eager I am."

I worked a finger into her pussy and she moaned just as the dinger sounded that said the door was opening. We hurriedly rearranged ourselves and then rushed out of the building.

When the door to room 403 closed behind us we went at each other like wild animals after downed prey. No foreplay - just straight into missionary. Then came sixty-nine, doggie, sixty-nine and then the doggie position with me rooting around in Myra's root cellar.

As we dressed Myra asked, "What now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that now you are free are we done being fuck buddies?"

That caught me flat footed, but it didn't take long for me to come up with the answer to the question.

"As long as you want me sweetie I'll be around, but eventually I'm going to want to find me a wife. I liked being married."

"What would you be looking for in a wife?"

"She would need to be reasonably good looking, love sex, be strong enough to put up with me and be a pretty good cook."

"I can cook."

I looked at her for the second or two it took for what she was actually saying to register on me and then said:

"If you are applying for the position I will move your application to the top of the pile. There is one small requirement however. I won't be party to committing bigamy."

She looked at me with a confused expression on her face and then it hit her. She gave me a big smile and said:

"Not to worry lover; he doesn't know it yet, but Harold is history."

Then a thought hit me and Myra saw the expression on my face change and she asked:

"What is it baby? What's wrong?"

"We just got to where we don't have to hide things from Lois, but now we have to hide things from Harold while you go through your divorce process."

"I might be wrong, but I don't think that will need to happen. I'll give him a choice between adultery or irreconcilable differences. I've more that enough evidence to make adultery stick and if I go that route and say I'm going to broadcast it to the world he might quickly accept irreconcilable differences. Harold is a ladder climber where he works and he has his eyes on a VP position. The CEO is a fanatic born again Christian and so are a couple of the board members. I don't believe Harold's prospects would be all that great if I let the word out on his adultery. It might mean a motel room for me for a week or two, but we know how to work around that right?"

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Myra's game plan worked out pretty much as she thought it would and she didn't waste any time putting it into affect. She called Ellsworth (on my recommendation) and had an appointment for Friday. She had Bert draw up two sets of papers; one for adultery and one for irreconcilable differences. Saturday at eleven forty-five, just before the bank closed, she took half of the checking account, all of the savings and four of the six CDs out of their safe deposit box.

She went home, packed (Harold was off playing gold) and moved her stuff into her car and by three she was moved into a motel room. She went home, fixed dinner, opened a bottle of wine and as she and Harold had dinner she informed him that she knew of his affairs, had PI reports on three of them and that she'd had enough and was going to divorce him. She told him what she had done with the money and that she would sign her share of the house over to him. She considered that more than fair since her share of the equity in the house was more than she'd taken out of the bank.

She gave him the divorce paperwork and told him what his options were and told him he had until ten o'clock Monday morning to let her know which way he wanted her to go and then she got up and left the house smiling because she left Harold the dirty dishes.

She was not surprised when Harold called her on her cell and said he would prefer to go the irreconcilable differences route. The two of them met at Bert's office on Wednesday and Harold signed on the dotted line.

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Myra decided to stay at the motel through the weekend to give the dust time to settle and then I moved her in with me and we were going to live together until our divorces were final and then we would get married.

Once that happened we were going to have another problem to face. Myra was damned good at her job and didn't want to give it up. The problem was that the company we worked for had a policy of family members not being allowed to work together. We could both still work for the company but one of us would have to transfer. The problem with that is that the closest company facility we could transfer to was ninety miles away and that just wasn't going to work for us.

We decided to lie. We just wouldn't tell the company that we were married. Myra wouldn't change her name and would keep her company health insurance. We would do it until we were caught (if we were) and then Myra would resign and find another job. If she wanted to. She really didn't need to work since I was very well compensated for what I did.




Lois Myra and Me



+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Sunday she checked out of the motel and by three that afternoon she was living with me and the next two months quickly went by with no problems surfacing and I began to relax and let my guard down.

Big Mistake.

Lois called once or twice a week and I usually took the call primarily so I could have the satisfaction of shutting her down. I should have known she wouldn't quit bugging me.

It was a Wednesday night and Myra and I were at The Landing Strip enjoying a toddy or three. We stopped in from time to time (and not always on Wednesday) because it had always been my favorite watering hole, but our main reason for being there that particular night was because one of the girls from accounting was going to get up and give it a shot. We were there for encouragement and moral support.

Shelly was okay, but our opinion (Myra's and mine) was that she better hang onto her day job instead of trying to go into show biz. She started off with:

"A man was sitting reading his daily paper when his wife came up and hit him on the head with a frying pan. "What was that for" the man asked. The wife replied "That was for the piece of paper I found in your pant's pocket with the name Jenny on it." 

The husband said, "When I was at the races last week Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on." 

The wife apologized and went on with her house work. Three days later the man is watching television and his wife walked up and smacked him on the head with an even bigger frying pan knocking him unconscious. When the man regained consciousness he asked his wife why she had hit him again.

"Your horse called" replied the wife. 

After a polite laugh from the crowd she went on with, "An old man and woman were married for many, many years even though they hated each other. Whenever there was a confrontation yelling could be heard deep into the night. The old man would shout:

"When I die I will dig my way out of the grave and come back and haunt you for the rest of your life."

Neighbors feared him. They believed that he practiced black magic because of the many strange occurrences that took place in the neighborhood. The old man liked the fact that he was feared.

To every one's relief the old man died of a heart attack when he was eighty-five. His wife had a closed casket at the funeral and after the burial she went to the local bar and began to party as if there were no tomorrow. Her neighbor's, concerned for her safety, asked:

"Aren't you afraid that he may indeed be able to dig his way out of his grave and come back to haunt you?"

The wife put down her drink and laughed. "Let him dig. I had the old fart buried upside down and I know him well enough to know that he won't stop and ask for directions."

As I said, okay, but she needed to keep her day job.

Bobby Denton was just introducing the next hopeful when I felt something wet splash on me as I heard:

"You keep your fucking hands off my man you fucking whore!"

I turned to see that Lois had come up behind us and poured a drink on Myra's head. Before I could stand up and do anything Myra threw her drink in Lois's face and when Lois's hands flew up to her face Myra grabbed my longneck, stood up and cold-cocked Lois with it. Lois fell to the floor and I grabbed Myra and hustled her out the door.

I had some rags in the trunk of my car and I got them and was drying Myra and myself off when Lois came out the door. She was unsteady on her feet from being conked on the noggin by a beer bottle and she was being assisted by none other than my asshole cousin Ralph. I dropped the rag in my hand and yelled "You rotten son of a bitch!" and I went running at him. He let go of Lois, who fell to the ground, and then took off running. I chased him for three blocks before I gave it up and went back to the Strip's parking lot.

When I got there Myra had Lois pinned to the fender of a car and as I came up to them I saw Lois was crying and Myra was yelling in her face:

"Get it through your thick head you stupid cow! I did not steal him from you. You threw him away and I was lucky enough to catch him."

When I came up to them Myra stepped back from Lois and said:

"Let's get out of here."

"Get in the car. I need to go inside and straighten things out with Joe" (Joe Lambert who was the owner). 

I went inside and found Joe and asked if there were any damages I needed to take care of and he said no and laughed as he said:

"Next time do it during intermission so the customers will have something to watch when there is no one on the mike."

When I got back outside I found Lois waiting for me just outside the door. A quick glance showed that Myra was in the car waiting. Lois stepped in front of me and said:

"Please Dave; drop the divorce. I'm dying baby; I need you. I love you and I know we can work it out."

"You have to be the dumbest human being on the planet Lois. Standing here professing to love me while your date for the evening is the reason for the divorce. Not only that but you were stupid enough to call attention to the fact that you were here together. You need to let things go Lois. The only feelings I have for you are hatred and disgust. Leave me alone!"

I stepped around her, got in the car and drove off.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Both divorces became final and I proposed to Myra and was surprised when she said:

"Ask me again in a year baby. By then we will have lived together long enough to make sure we are a good fit."

I gave her a year and then asked again and she said yes. We had both already done the big wedding thing and didn't want to go through it again so we settled for a civil ceremony and a Justice of the Peace.

Lois married Ralph and the marriage didn't make it to the two year mark. It seems that Ralph was sharing his big dick with several other women and one of them gave him an STD which he in turn gave to Lois. Apparently cheating on me was acceptable, but cheating on her was a completely different matter and she wasn't having any of that.

Six years after my wedding to Myra Ralph was stupid enough to attend a wedding that I also attended and I made good on my long ago promise to him.

It might be some time before I'm invited to a family function again.



Lois Pt. 02



I forgot to mention that this took place in the late 70's. Cindy and I got married young. This is the story of our life together. We both had affairs along the way. We are still together and still very much in love. Now on with the story.

I couldn't wait to go back to Lois's shop. I wanted to see where this whole thing would lead. Apparently Cindy and Lois talked about sex lives. Just how much I wanted to find out.

We were invited to a friend's wedding. Good excuse to visit Lois. When I got there she was just finishing another ladies hair. She was an older women. Friends with my mother. I was hoping she didn't want to hang around and catch up on the family. She ask about the family and said she had some place to be. Thank God.

I was the only other person there so I just went over and sat in the chair. It was June and really warm. Lois was wearing a sundress. She looked great. All tan that I could see.

"So you and Cindy are going to Jen's wedding Saturday?' She ask as she put the smock around my neck. "We are invited too. Maybe we'll hang out with you guys."

"Sounds good to me. Cindy said you and Tom would be there. Is Tom home from work yet?" I knew he worked away some.

"No he wouldn't be home till tomorrow night. Been a long week." She added.

She started to trim my hair and sure enough rubbed her pussy on my elbow. 

I moved my arm so my hand was out from under the smock. She must have noticed. She stepped right in and put her pussy against my hand. 

I moved my hand between her legs and rubbed her thigh through her dress just below her pussy. She was saying something about how hot it was and if she could work naked she would. 

I slid my hand down her leg until I got to the hem of her dress. Then slowly back up I found her bare little snatch. No panties. I guess that is the thing now. I caught Cindy without hers a few times recently.

"I think I found where all the heat is coming from." I said as I slid a finger along her slit.

"Finally, I thought I was going to have to pull my dress up and rub it in your face." She laughed as I found her hole with my middle finger.

"Take it easy down there. I need to finish your hair." "I want it to look nice for the wedding Saturday." She moaned.

"I'm sure it will look fine." I said. I pulled her dress up to see she was completely bald.

"I like the look. I want Cindy to shave but she says it would look like she was ten."

"I know she ask me if I shave or just trim. Why do you think I shaved this morning?" "I think it feels so different. I have been going to do it for awhile and thought you would like it."

"What will Tom think? Wouldn't he wonder why you just decided to shave all of the sudden?"

"He might not even notice. But if he does I'll just say it's a surprise for him."

"You know it does look like a little girl. So smooth. I don't feel anything at all."

She was finished with my hair. She pulled the smock off me and looked at the tent in my shorts. I kept my fingers busy in her pussy as she pulled my cock out and started to stroke me.

"Looks like he needs some attention." She bent over my lap and took it in her mouth. Her mouth felt like a little furnace on me. 

I pulled my shorts down so she could cup my balls in her hand. I think her pussy got wetter when she started to go down on me. I could feel her muscles clamp down on my fingers.

"I'm not going to last long if you keep that up." I said. 

She looked up at me and said "Go ahead I want you to cum in my mouth."

That did it. Cindy would never let me cum in her mouth. She would pull away and finish me with her hand. Lois put me back in her mouth and licked around the knob. I started to cum and she swallowed as much as she could. Some of it ran down my cock to my balls. Lois didn't stop till she had me all cleaned up.

My fingers were stil in her. She stepped away and got a wet towel. She wiped me off and then pulled her dress up and said. "Now you wash me."

I took the job to heart. I really wanted to check out her bare beaver. She held her dress up as I "washed" her with the warm towel. It was so cute. "Turn around. I need to wash your honey." I joked. To my suprise she spun around and put the ass right in my face. I couldn't resist kissing both cheeks as I wiped her back side.

"I would love to continue this but I have another customer coming soon and don't you think Cindy will be wondering where you are?"

"I guess you right. I sure don't want to get caught." As I was pulling my shorts up I said "It sounds like you and Cindy talk alot. What else did she tell you I like?"

"Well girls like to compare notes so to say. Did I do some things today you want her to do? Lets just say I think I can help her get over her shyness." 

She Said "Give me a call If you can. I'm here in the shop most of the time. If I have a customer I'll just act like I'm giving you an appointment let you know when I'll be alone."

"That would be nice. We have a lot to talk about. Maybe next time I can return the oral favor."



Lois' Story



I was getting ready for work when I found the few printed pages on the kitchen table obviously left earlier by my husband John before he left for work. I took a few minutes to read the story of a wife being lured into an interracial sexual encounter by her husband. The similarities with me were too close to be accidental. While not expected, I wasn't totally surprised. He had broached the subject before. I wasn't thrilled with the idea before and I wasn't then.

Over dinner that evening I brought up the subject, "I found the story you left this morning. I don't get it. Help me to understand why you want me to have sex with another man. If a man loves his wife, I wouldn't think he would ever want to share her."

John put down his fork, "Lois, its not that I don't love you. In fact I believe our love is so strong that it goes beyond sex and can't be threatened by anyone. If I had any doubts about that, I'd be jealous and protective. It's just that I find the idea of you having sex with a black man to be incredibly erotic. For me it's a huge turn on, and I think you would enjoy the experience of a different lover as long as he was the right person for you."

John continued, "All I'm suggesting is that you consider it. I can do all the work of finding someone you'll like. It will be entirely up to you what if anything happens, or if you even meet him."

"Are you doing this because you feel guilty for cheating on me? Or, maybe you're looking for an excuse to have your own affair?" I asked.

"No I haven't cheated on you, and no, I don't want an affair," he responded. "It's just that I get excited by the idea of a black man with a large cock making love to you." 

"This better not be about you having another lover," I continued. "I am the jealous type. I think a marriage is a committed relationship between two people, and I don't understand why you feel this need."

John thought for a bit before he responded, "I believe we have a committed relationship, and I think our commitment is so strong that it doesn't matter if you have sex with someone else. I also know you don't feel the same way, and I understand and respect that. It's just a fetish of mine; I guess I could be called a voyeur. I also don't know why I feel this need, but I do," he added.

We let the subject drop after that. 

Several days later, I reluctantly agreed that John could take the lead and that I would meet whomever he selected, but I was firm that all I was agreeing to was a meeting and he and who ever he came up with should be prepared for me to refuse to go any farther, because that was exactly what I expected to do. In the 20 years we had been together, I never felt the need to take another lover.

John's effort took months. He knew it was his one and only chance to make his fantasy come true. Using the internet, he had no problem finding hundreds of interested guys. The ads he posted went something like this: "MWF 46, 5'6" 135 lbs., reddish blonde hair, hazel eyes 38D-26-37 seeking black lover with husband's permission. No drugs or STD." He exchanged e-mails, received photos, followed up with phone calls and met with the most promising. I had to admit he was putting a hell of a lot of effort into the endeavor which helped me realize just how important it was to him.

Finally he announced that he had someone he wanted me to meet. With all the energy he put into it, it was inevitable that he would find some body; however, I dreaded the thought of having dinner with a complete stranger who would be there under the assumption he would be fucking me following desert. 

To say I was not enthused about the evening would have been an understatement. I dressed informally for the evening: slacks and a blouse, a gold chain, dangly earrings and a little lipstick. Our destination was a hotel restaurant far enough from home that we weren't likely to encounter anybody we knew. 

We arrived first and were seated. Feeling the need for some help in getting through the evening, I ordered a Bloody Mary. Before long George arrived. John and George greeted each other like long lost buddies since they had met twice before. "George, my wife Lois," John introduced me. George smiled and looked me in the eyes as he took my hand. I was nervous and hoped he couldn't feel me shaking.

I had seen George's picture and physical description before. He was good looking with typical African features, 35 years old, 6'2" with fairly short hair. What his picture didn't do justice to was how muscular he was, which the polo shirt he was wearing revealed. He wasn't over developed; it was more the physique that comes from honest work. He owned his own landscaping business, and I assumed he did a lot of the work himself. 

I loved to garden, and George quickly brought the conversation to some of the projects he had worked on soliciting my thoughts. It was clear he was well briefed and was trying very hard to both involve and please me. Perhaps it was the drinks, but I gradually began to relax and found myself enjoying both dinner and George's company. He was a good conversationalist with a dry sense of humor that I found charming.

After desert, John asked, "Any one care to go to a night club?" That was the first of two decision points of the evening. John and I had previously agreed that I could end the evening right after dinner If I so chose.

There were butterflies in my stomach. I could either say I was tired and ready to go home, or consent and the evening would continue at least a little longer. I saw no harm in spending a little more time with George since so much had gone into getting us where we were by then.

I could see both of them waiting almost desperately for my answer, fearing I might call it a night as I responded, "That sounds fine to me." It was cute to see how both their faces lit up.

John drove and I sat in front with him with George in the back seat. The club was one I had never heard of before, and once inside I was struck by the predominance of black men and white women.

"What kind of place is this," I asked.

John replied, "This club is rented for the weekend by a group that caters to white women who like being with black men. I felt you would feel more comfortable here where we wouldn't stand out."

I remember thinking, "what makes us stand out is the middle-aged white male."

We found a table and John had just returned with a fresh round of drinks when George asked, "care to dance?"

I loved to dance and answered, Sure" or something like that as I got up. It was nice not being the only interracial couple as we walked onto the dance floor.

The dancing was great. I needed the opportunity to release nervous energy and George was a great dancer. I smiled to my self as I thought that one myth was true, black men are better dancers.

Particularly in the beginning most of the dances were fast numbers. When a slow dance played, George was careful not to hold me too closely, even though almost every other couple around were acting as if they were in heat. I was beginning to feel comfortable around him. By the time the band took a break, I was having a really good time. 

Back at the table, John had drinks waiting. I realized I was drinking more than I usually did in an evening, but it was warm and the alcohol helped me relax. 

I felt no pressure to try and be anyone other than who I was, and when I reached for a cigarette, George was ready with a light. It was then that I realized I was feeling ambivalent about how the evening would end.

The bands next set had more slow dances, and I felt comfortable dancing close to George, even having him place both hands around my waist as I lay my head on his shoulder. During the last dance of the set, I could feel hardness pressed against my thigh. It was nice to feel George excited just by being close to me. It was also getting late and I knew the final decision point would soon be at hand.

Back at the table, John had another round of drinks waiting. That was his way of encouraging me to make the decision he wanted. My stomach was churning again. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. 

That the time had come was reinforced by John saying, "Guess its time we head back to the hotel after we finish these."

By that point, I had already made a series of decisions that had lead me to where I was. There was just the last decision to make. Back at the hotel, would we drop George off at his car, or would John go in and get a room? As we got up to leave, I didn't know if I could trust my legs, not from having too much to drink, but from my nervousness. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing, and I was scared.

Perhaps it was the drinks, perhaps it was the pressure I was feeling from John, or maybe it was that George seamed to be a genuinely nice guy with a bulge in his pants, when we reached the car and George opened the back door, I got in the back seat, sliding over so he could be next to me. My decision was made; a rush of relief overwhelmed me.

George put his arm around me, pulling me close to him. I turned toward him and our lips met in our first, brief kiss. He kissed me lightly, almost teasingly at first, but each kiss lingered a little longer than the last. Then my lips parted and his tongue found its way into my mouth. I found myself placing my arms around his neck and kissing back. Our tongues sought each other out in a ritual well known to lovers.

Before long we were at the hotel. John, aware of what was going on in the back seat, never bothered to ask what he should do. After registering, he drove us to a side entrance and gave us the key and a small bag he had packed for me without my knowledge. The butterflies were gone as I kissed John good night and waked into the hotel with George. 

We didn't speak until the door of the room closed behind us. Then George put my bag down and turned to face me and said, "I'm sure glad you decided to spend more time with me. You won't regret it; I have a lot to offer a beautiful woman like yourself"

As I put my purse down I responded, "I guess it was meant to be."

I could feel the excitement building again as he pulled us together. We stood there for a while, in each other's arms, locked in a passionate kiss. We broke off and I turned my head to the side, inviting George to kiss my neck. His kisses followed to my shoulder. I threw my head back as he began unbuttoning my blouse, kissing the newly exposed flesh as he went.

Soon my blouse was on the floor and my bra was released by experienced fingers. My nipples hardened at the first touch of his hand. I began running my fingers through the tight curls of his hair as he moved his kisses to my firm breasts and flicked a nipple with his tongue. Soon he was kissing and sucking from one breast to another. I loved having my breasts sucked and moaned softly enjoying how good it felt as he engulfed first one nipple and then the other with his mouth and sucked on it. I continued running my fingers over the back of his head and neck, drawing him into me, encouraging him to linger there.

Without warning, he picked me up as if I were weightless and deposited me on the bed where he continued his assault on my breasts. As he sucked, kissed and kneaded my breasts, I started becoming aroused. I could feel the heat beginning to rise in my loins and my juices began to flow in anticipation.

As if sensing the change, George moved his kisses lower. He tongued my bellybutton as he loosened my slacks. I raised my hips, aiding him in removing my pants and panties. Soon I was lying naked on the bed before him. 

He stood up still fully dressed towering over me gazing down upon my pale, naked body. In spite of my reservations, he had prevailed. I was his prey to do with as he wished. I lay there awaiting the next move of this conquering black warrior.

He slowly removed his shirt revealing what I already knew was a well muscled upper body with a firm abdomen. Stripping off his pants and boxers released a cock that was already hard in anticipation of the carnal knowledge awaiting it. My husband's cock was of average length, but nicely thick. The cock before was at least as thick as John's, but definitely longer. John and I had played with dildos of that size, but nothing that big "in the flesh" had ever entered me.

Getting back on the bed, he brought his face right to my neatly trimmed pussy; however, he didn't dive right in. He started running his tongue from my inner thigh over my labia. Then he gently circled my lips just brushing my clitoris. I opened my legs to him, inviting him to explore further and deeper. Teasingly, he kept circling my lips as I raised my hips to his mouth. Gradually his tongue worked deeper and my clit started receiving the attention I craved. 

"Lois, I love the taste of your pussy," he said. 

Then he started to eat me like a hungry man as he began sucking and lapping my clit aggressively. I was pushing my pussy into his face to encourage him to do more; my excitement continued to grow. 

Then I started to cum. Oh God, it felt so good. Waves of pleasure were washing over me. I was shaking. As he felt me cum, he said, "that's it cum for me girl." Then he sucked my clit harder prolonging my orgasm.

When he realized my orgasm had passed, George gave my pussy a final kiss as he got up. I couldn't take my eyes off his rock hard cock as he put on a condom. That was the agreement since John had a vasectomy and I wasn't using any birth control.

I lay where he left me open to him, the room smelling of sex. He took a pillow and placed it under my hips. Moving up between my legs, he guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy, stopping for a moment just as I felt its head start to separate my lips. 

"Would you like my dick now?" he asked, looking me in the eyes. He didn't wait for an answer. I watched mesmerized as his black cock went full depth into me in one smooth movement, lubricated by my own previous orgasm.

George paused after he was entirely inside me; never before had I ever felt so filled. The pillow gave my hips just the right angle for every nerve in my vagina to be stimulated by the big cock that filled it. I opened my legs wider to better accommodate its size. He began with long, slow strokes, going deep, touching my cervix, and then withdrawing almost completely, teasing my labia and clitoris with his head as he reentered me. He was massaging my vagina with his cock as we settled into a slow rhythm, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. I couldn't believe how good I felt at that moment; I found myself moaning in pleasure as my next orgasm started to build.

He kept up those maddening long, slow strokes as my second orgasm started to wash over me. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to keep him inside me, as waves of pleasure radiated out from my vagina. When I relaxed, he lifted me up from the bed so I was sitting in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nipples brushing against his bare chest.

Sliding backward a little, he moved his feet to the floor so he was standing, holding me by the ass in his incredibly strong arms. I was still impaled on his rock hard cock, which was deeper inside me than I thought possible, touching me where my husband's cock never had. My fingernails dug into his back as he began pumping into me in short, fast strokes. I came again in a series of orgasms that just followed one another as he maintained a frenzied pace. Finally, he laid me back on the bed and collapsed beside me in exhaustion, our sweaty, naked bodies against each other. 

As I regained my breath, I realized that his cock was still hard and that he hadn't cum. I felt a need to make him cum, and figured the condom he was wearing reduced the sensitivity. I reached down, grasping a cock that filled my hand. After gently peeling of the condom, I began licking the precum oozing from the head. His cock tasted of salt and latex as I began taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. Soon I was bobbing up and down on his shaft which glistened black from my saliva. 

"You have a talent for sucking cock, Lois," he said between groans as he clutched my hair and raised his pelvis in time with my bobbing. "I hope you're ready for a mouth full of cum." 

With that, I felt his muscles tense and a blast of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed what I could, feeling glad to replace the taste of latex with the salty taste of semen. I sucked until I sucked him dry, feeling him tremble slightly each time I ran my mouth over the sensitive head.

I laid my head on his stomach and looked up into his dark brown eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair. "You have such soft hair," he said, "I can't get enough of your soft, fine hair. I could run my hands through it all day." We lay that way for a long while.

Feeling the need to clean up I said, "You'll have to excuse me," as I got off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower."

The warm water felt wonderful cascading over my body. My thoughts were a confused mixture of feelings. Making love to George wasn't my idea and I went along with it reluctantly and actually felt trapped into it; however, George was a strong, but kind and gentle man, and a very skilled lover. I had to admit that I had just experienced some of the best sex I had ever had.

Uninvited, George stepped into the shower with me. "Here, let me get your back," he said. 

As he half washed, half massaged my back he continued, "You sure know how to bring out the dog in a man. You're so beautiful and sexy. You just make me want to make you feel good." 

I stood there enjoying George's touch as the hot water cascaded over my body. After a while, I backed up a little and felt a semi-hard dick pressing against my ass. I grabbed hold of it with a soapy hand and began my own massage. Soon he was rock solid again and George had moved to massaging my breasts, and I realized I was horny. A little over an hour before I was reluctantly allowing myself to be seduced, and then in the shower I found myself craving George's beautiful black cock back inside me.

"You seem to need more relief," I said to George as I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed to feel its firmness. "Let's dry off and see what we can do about that."

As we walked back to the bed, I directed, "It's my turn to play. Just lay down there."

He lay on his back with a wide grin across his face; his cock sticking up in the air like a black pole. I straddled his hips and slowly lowered myself so the head of his cock was barely touching my pussy's still swollen lips. I was surprised at how wet I was already. As I teased his cock head, I could see I was coating it with my own juices, creating a shining black knob. I looked into his eyes and saw them filled with desire, filled with the need to have me envelop his shaft within me. I knew that I should use a condom, but I also wanted to know that I could make him cum with my vagina, and while there were no guarantees, I knew I was at a good time in my cycle for unprotected sex.

In his eagerness, George started massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, pulling back slightly when he thrust his hips up to meet me. I savored the feeling of his cock stretching me, filling me fully and deeply.

All too soon I was buried to the hilt. I could feel his balls resting under my ass. I arched my back to feel his complete penetration. I began to milk his cock with the walls of my vagina as I massaged my self on his ebony shaft. Slowly at first, I rose up and descended, twisting ever so slightly and changing the angle to achieve total stimulation. Before long, my own needs prompted me to increase the tempo. I met his rising hips with my own thrusts as I rode his cock harder and faster.

George's hands abandoned my breasts to grasp my hips as we bucked together in an increasing frenzy of lust. I felt his muscles tighten; he stiffened with a mighty thrust and I felt his hot seed spurting into me, filling my womb. My vagina started to spasm as my own orgasm overtook me. Fire radiated out from my pussy throughout my body as my vagina clamped around his cock drawing it in, pulling the semen from it.




Lois' Story



George renewed his thrusts, each one sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Never had I experienced such an intense orgasm. I placed my hands on his sweat covered chest for support as the last throes of ecstasy coursed through me. Then I collapsed exhausted on top of him, my bare breasts pressed into his chest, my head on his shoulder.

We lay there silently, George running his fingers through my hair. Finally he brought me back to reality by saying, "Lois, you sure know how please a man. John is one lucky guy."

"Yes, I'm lucky to be married to him," I responded. "This was good, but I think its time you go now."

He gently rolled over, gave me a quick kiss, and got out of bed. I watched as he dressed, admiring his body. Before long I heard the door close behind him. 

Resisting my desire to shower again, I lay where George rolled me, reviewing what had just happened in my mind. What I had done surprised me. What I started for John, I ended for myself, overcome by lust.

It wasn't long before I heard the door open again and John entered. He had been waiting in the lobby as his wife made love to a black stranger she had never met before. The musky sent of sex filled the room. I was on my back, naked with semen oozing from my swollen pussy. My breasts were red and tender from being fondled and sucked. I wanted him to see the aftermath of his fetish. 

"Is this what you expected?" I asked, opening my legs so it would be clear what I had allowed.

"Oh, god, I love you," he said as he hurriedly stripped off his clothes. "I'm so horny I could explode. The idea that George was up here making love to you has been driving me crazy all this time. I thought you two would never finish."

When he was naked, I rolled over and stuck my ass up in the air. He loved to see my ass as we make love. "Next time we might make it longer. He is an excellent lover and his cock is so big, black and thick. You want to see what my lover left for you?" I teased. 

He was on me in an instant. He entered me from behind doggie style. His cock went its full depth immediately lubricated by George's semen. He started ramming into me in a frenzied pace we hadn't experienced in years. I felt his balls bouncing against my ass as I buried my face in the pillow. I realized what I had done I had done for us not just him, and I felt good about that. And, it felt good to have John's familiar cock ramming into me.

My orgasm washed over me in gentle waves as John paused, thrust as deeply as he could and empted his cum into me to mingle with George's.

Hope you enjoyed this story; comments are appreciated. My thanks to Angle Love for editing assistance. 



Lois Wins



I

Lois sat reading at her desk, taking advantage of the fact that it was quiet in the house. Nick wasn't at home and the kids were still at school. At least once a week she tried to have at least two hours with nothing scheduled so that she could read. What most people would have been surprised at, especially her family, is what she read and how she read it. About six months ago one of her girlfriends had mentioned to her that she had read a very good erotic story on the Internet. Without trying to seem too interested, Lois had asked, "My God! Do you mean that they have dirty stories on the Internet?" Within the next few weeks Lois found out that not only were there stories on the Internet, there was also everything else that you can possibly imagine. And, of course, she got the address of the site that her friend used (and quite cleverly, she thought to herself).

So here she sat, at her desk, reading through the few stories that seemed interesting enough to help her increase her sexual excitement. Over the past few months she had developed a pattern. As soon as she had the majority of her morning chores completed and had showered, she dressed in a shortie robe and slippers, grabbed her last cup of coffee, and made herself comfortable at her desk. After she brought up EarthLink, she went out to Laurel's erotic story archive as the beginning point of her browsing. Although not a computer guru, Lois had nevertheless picked up a few tricks.

If she had simply typed www.Literotica.com to get into Laurel's site, she knew it would leave a permanent record in the computer that her husband or the kids could easily find. So to avoid that, she clicked on File and then Open Page, entering the address she wanted there. That way Netscape would not record where she had been on the Location bar. Another of the tricks that Lois had learned is not to read directly off of the sites, but to copy and paste the stories that interested her into Word Pad for later reading. In that way she didn't risk losing any of the momentum that she wanted to slowly build while reading the stories until she had her orgasm. Too often in the past she had been right at a critical spot in her rise to ecstasy only to run out of story. And, of course, by the time she could find another story, some of the mood had been lost.

She did, however, use this research time to good advantage. Since she had to read enough of the story she found to decide if it was one she wanted to keep for a while, it was easy enough to stroke herself while she read. Her arms, especially the insides of her upper arms and the insides of her elbows, got increasingly sensitive as arousal grew. And to mold her breasts through her robe, and try to tweak her nipples through the cloth, built up the expectation of how it would feel when she actually reached inside the robe eventually. Lois knew she had nice breasts.

She had seen ample numbers of breasts on her friends at aerobics, and of course there were her high school experiences. While only a B cup, she had very prominent nipples, quite dark brown, that would stiffen up with little or no encouragement. When she lay on her back her breasts stayed on top of her chest. Of course during sex, she was on her back a lot, because Nick was pretty much a missionary position lover. Mind you, he was a pretty good lover as far as she could tell, but she could only base that on what she heard from other girlfriends. Lois had never had sex with any man except Nick; that is, she never had intercourse with any man except Nick. Sad to say, that what she missed the most with Nick was mutual oral sex.

One of her boyfriends in high school had introduced her to oral sex. Wow! She had screamed out her orgasm that first-time so loudly that she was afraid people two blocks away would have heard her. Feelings that emanated from her pussy, radiating out to every part of her body, including her toes and finger tips, would be a cherished memory until the day she died. When she realized what her boyfriend was trying to do to her, she tried to stop him. They had been sitting in the back of the car kissing and running their hands over each other for at least an hour. Her blouse was unbuttoned. The front clasp on her bra was open. Her nipples were stiff and wet from his mouth.

Her skirt was bunched up at her waist, exposing the front of her very wet panties. Danny had not yet had his hands inside her panties, but his hands were responsible for her nectar being smeared all over her dark brown pubic hair and the insides of her panties. His shirt was open. His belt buckle was undone. His zipper was down. And his hot, stiff cock was still sticking up a little bit over the waistband of his shorts. So young Lois had not been exactly idle all of that time.

But now Danny was sort of on his knees on the floor of his car, had forced her right leg fully up on to the back seat to his left, leaving her left leg on the floor to the right of him, and was planting little wet kisses all over her legs and lower tummy. She had closed her eyes and leaned her head back in order to more fully enjoy the feeling of his hot lips touching her skin. At one point in her sensual reverie, Lois felt Danny slide his hands under her ass and pull her more toward him on the seat.

Since Danny wasn't all that much bigger than she, it was very thrilling to her to realize that she so excited him that he was able to "manhandle" her with such ease. But then, still with her eyes closed and her head tilted back in rapture, she felt him push his face firmly into the center of her blossoming womanhood. Lois was so shocked that at first she just looked down at him as he rubbed his face against her soaking wet panties. She could clearly hear him inhaling her arousal. Of course it was so wildly erotic, so disgustingly tantalizing, so shockingly worshipful, that she almost came immediately. But then her turmoil cleared up enough that she started to reach down and push his face away from her crotch.

By then, Danny was already pulling aside the very wet material of her panties, exposing the swollen lips of her overheated sex. At about the time when her hands were close enough to his forehead to push him away, his tongue was making its first contact with her clit. The instantaneous effect of those two small pieces of flesh coming together caused her hands, all of their own volition, to continue on around to the back of his head and force him to maintain that intimate, sensual, orgasm producing, contact. Lois doesn't remember pumping her groin up-and-down, up-and-down, against Danny's mouth and nose, nor did she remember anything she did or said for the next minute or two, but she does remember hearing someone screaming.

Just remembering those events had now gotten her excited and wet. Nick had no trouble accepting blow jobs from her but was unwilling to put his mouth to her womanhood and nurse on her. She knew she tasted good when she was clean. One of the very erotic parts of these reading sessions was tasting her own juices as her excitement grew. And she would never enter into lovemaking with Nick without making sure that she was clean and sweet tasting. She had been trying, not for the first time, for months now to think of a way to get Nick to be more inventive in their lovemaking.

She wanted to feed him her nipples repeatedly during the course of their sex together, not just have them sucked for a minute or two before intercourse.

She wanted him to tell her to lay flat on her stomach on the bed and then pick up her hips in his strong hands, so he could fuck her from behind.

She wanted to be open and vulnerable to his attack on her little pussy.

She needed to be able to turn her head and look back at him, her man, exercising his will on her, his woman.

She needed those things once in awhile. The people in the stories did these things. In the stories written by her favorite author, the guy would go around behind his lover, put his hands on her naked hips, bend down low, push his face in between her hot thighs, and lick her from her clitoris all the way up to her ass hole before imbedding his rampant cock in her hot cunt.

She wanted Nick to come up behind her while she was at the sink, periodically, push his groin into her ass, reach around her to grab some tit in his left hand, feel up her pussy with his right hand, and spread little kisses all up and down her neck and across her shoulders.

She wanted to wake up in the morning once in awhile and find Nick nursing on her nipples ... or wait, better yet, nibbling at her sleepy pussy lips. Yes! That would be so erotic. Of course, she would show him her gratitude by sucking him dry until the day after tomorrow.

Those were the kinds of things she wanted and needed. Not all of the time, necessarily. But she couldn't imagine going through the rest of their life together with so little variety in their sex life. She should get him to read some of the stories that got her off. Especially that one author, G Williams. Boy, did he write great stories! He really seemed to work hard at knowing what a woman needs, both emotionally and physically, and his male characters turned their women every way but loose. They would take control or yield control depending on how their woman felt. They would relinquish control at any sign that that was what the woman wanted. They would hold back and hold back until their woman was rung out completely before letting themselves orgasm. They would slow down the pace, or speed up the pace, or change positions, anything, as long as it kept the woman excited and allowed the guys to pace themselves. And although Williams doesn't directly say it in his stories, the reader gets the impression that the very act of holding back his orgasm makes it a tremendous one when the guy finally let's go. You can bet that's true.

Lois had now found two or three stories to read as preludes to the William's story she had been holding back for herself. All of her thoughts about William's male characters had gotten her more excited than she usually was by this point. Shifting her trim ass more to the edge of her chair she reached down to check how wet she was with a probing finger. Her thatch of dark, curly pubic hair already felt damp. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she inhaled her familiar, aroused scent. She had to taste her honey. A couple of times, actually. And then stroke her rampant mound with its thick growth of soft hair. Nick loved the fact that her pubic hair went down each side of her vagina in thick array. He didn't like to nuzzle in it, but he did like to look at it.

She kept it neatly trimmed in an attractive triangle, but never thinned or shortened her muff, and the only time her bush had ever been shaved was during the birth of each of her kids. Anyway, now that she had her stories captured she could exit from the Internet. While leaning forward to execute the mechanics of closing Netscape, she paid enough attention to background sounds to realize that a commercial on the radio was advertising for the free e-mail services of Hotmail. The announcer was stating that one could use any name with Hotmail and be completely anonymous. At just that moment the germ of an idea crept around behind the forehead of our sweet Lois. But, first things first. She had another great Williams story to read and another great orgasm to give herself.

II

Lois became Stella Teller, or StellaTeller@Hotmail.com. First she sent herself an e-mail to make sure that their IP address didn't show in Netscape and give away the fact that Lois was sending the stuff herself. It didn't. So, as Stella, Lois created a businesslike letter explaining that the recipient had been selected to receive occasional stories. She explained that a reply with the subject line "Remove" would insure that the recipient would be dropped from the mailing list. She further explained that each story was specially selected to be of high quality and in line with general sexual mores. She signed it, "Your new reading pal, Stella". Then she attached one of Williams five stories to the e-mail and sent it to the e-mail address that she and her husband shared. Now all Lois had to do was wait for her plan to hatch.

The kids came home from school, Nick came home from work, Lois was already showered and dinner was ready when he got there, and after finishing their homework the kids watched TV for awhile. Lois got Nick to help her with the dishes, thereby continuing to keep him occupied until they would both have time to sit down and check their e-mail. Finally the kids were off showering and getting ready for bed. Nick sat down at the desk, killed the screen saver, and started to bring up EarthLink. Since Lois did not want to seem overly eager, or too out of character, she busied herself around the front room until he had brought up Netscape mail. Not knowing how many e-mail messages there would be and which one was from Stella, Lois casually passed by the desk slowly enough to spot the one she cared about. After that, she just kept an eye on his progress through the first 8 messages. Finely, when Stella's was the next one after the one Nick was reading at the moment, Lois went over and stood beside him at the desk, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"What the hell is this?" expounded Nick after opening the e-mail and realizing they had received an erotic story.

As he moved the mouse up to the delete button, Lois said, "Wait a minute honey, let's see what it looks like. "

"You want a read an erotic story?"

"Well, yeah. I like a good erotic story. Don't you?" Lois had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she asked that. "Why don't you print it out and we'll sit on the couch and read it together."

Giving his wife an incredulous look Nick replied, "Okay, Mrs. Pious Pornographer. You go check on the kids."

Nick was on the couch with the printed pages sitting in his lap when Lois returned. She snuggled up next to him on the couch with her feet up and her knees bent toward him. "The kids are already asleep and I shut their door. How about if we each read every other page out loud?"

Now looking even more dumbfounded Nick asked, "What is this, Lois, some kind of a game?"

"Oh, come on, Nick. It'll make it more fun. I'll start. " And with that, she picked up the first page and began reading. She knew this story well, having read it a number of times. The first sexy part occurred in the 4th paragraph of the second chapter. Even though that part occurred at the bottom of her page, and continued a little bit on the second page, she read to the end of the paragraph. She placed her warm right hand on his thigh as she read the final words, "... more difficult for Jeff to hide his very prominent erection from this beautiful woman standing before him in nothing but a towel. "

Even after she handed Nick page 2 for him to continue, it took the little cajoling before he started reading self-consciously. By the end of page 2 the sexual tension in the story was really increasing; and that was true also for Lois. She had begun rubbing her hand up-and-down his thigh as he read. It wasn't the story that was getting to her, although that was part of her excitement, it was wondering if there would be any differences in their lovemaking later. Probably it was too soon to hope for that. But Williams wrote extremely woman-friendly stories. It was always possible that Nick would feel no need to change his style. If that happened, it would be up to her to communicate to him that she wanted to try some of the stuff they would be reading. But in the meantime she was going to hope for the best.

As it turned out, the first time the story talked about eating pussy she was doing the reading again. She made sure to let her voice indicate her heightened excitement, and removed her right hand from Nick's thigh long enough to press it against her own heated crotch. Nick didn't say anything, but she knew he noticed. She put her hand back on his thigh. By the end of her third page of reading the woman in the story had already had one orgasm from the guys hands and tongue. The towel was no longer anywhere near her and she was lying on the kitchen table, ass conveniently at the edge, and the guy was sitting on the chair between her soft thighs, lapping at her post-orgasmic pussy slowly and softly. Now it was Nick's turn to read page 4.

"Repositioning Carol to stand by the table, bent over it, with her arms and chest on the table and her delicious ass pointing toward him, he knelt down behind her, placing kisses on her upper thighs and the cheeks of her ass. His hands were roaming all over her body as he bestowed his kisses. When he felt that he had paid enough tribute to this glorious present he was receiving, he pushed his face into her center. After licking up-and-down her shaved slit of few times with a very wet tongue, he proceeded to lick all the way up her ass ending at the small of her back." Nick paused for a moment, then said, "This guy really writes about that a lot!"

Lois, all innocence, asked, "Writes of lot about what?"

"All this licking stuff. He makes it sound like everybody does it. Well, everybody doesn't."

"But honey, would you feel the same way if she was licking him? Using her lips and tongue on the end of his big, hard cock? Stroking him with her hot hands. Cupping his swollen balls and massaging them. Sucking him into the back of her throat? Waiting for him to start spurting his come for her to swallow?" Now her hand was slowly rubbing up-and-down his cock, which was clearly responding.

"That's different, Lois."

"Why is it different?" Lois asked in a quiet voice.

"Well, it just is."

"Is it because there's something wrong with our vaginas? Or is it because it's right next to our rectums?"

"It's just different, Lois, that's all."

Feeling that she had pushed enough for one night, Lois dropped the subject and urged Nick to continue reading. By the end of his page the girl had had another orgasm, the guy was lying on the floor, she had impaled herself on his still stiff cock, and was holding his head up to her left breast while she rotated her ass in circles, driving him crazy. As soon as Nick handed her page 5, which was the last page, he put his left arm around her shoulders and with his right hand began massaging her right breast and nipple. By the end of her page his right hand was up under her dress, doing a nice job of massaging her pussy through her now wet panties. When they finally went to bed, the lovemaking was better than usual but Lois attributed that primarily to the excitement built up by reading together.

It was two more days, Thursday, to be exact, before "Stella" sent them a second erotic story by the same author. Again they read it aloud to each other. Nick wasn't quite so hesitant about the reading this time. In this story, Williams had the woman give the guy a blow job until he came in her mouth. It didn't take long because the guy was extremely excited. She knew that, and knew he couldn't last very long the first time.

She was fingering herself while sucking on his 'good-sized hunk of man meat,' so she was quite wet. As soon as he finished coming in her warm mouth she immediately got down on her hands and knees, facing away from him, lowered her head and shoulders to the floor, arched her ass up at him as only a woman can do, and told a her eager stud to fuck her cunt. Being young, he had no trouble staying hard. She was rubbing her clit with one hand while he was glorying in the site of his cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy, and the ripples her ass made each time he banged into her.

Pulling off of him after her second orgasm she led him into the front room and had him lay down on the couch; glistening cock still stiff and pointing up. She got on the couch on top of him and immediately took his cock, slick with her tasty juices, into her mouth. Then she slowly lowered her still-smoldering cunt down over his mouth. He could feel the heat emanating from her and smell her excitement. He stuck his tongue out and stiffened it so that when her pussy lowered the last few inches, his tongue went right up her hole like a little cock. When Nick, who was reading at the time, got to this part he said, "You know, they never mention all these people washing!"




Lois's Letters



A friend of mine remembers a plain, nerdy girl from college. Well, she grew up and blossomed into a hot 'n' horny babe. Now she's making up for lost time, and has written him about it. Please vote and send constructive feedback.

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Dear Tom:

I can't begin to tell you how excited I was that you answered my e-mail. I found you through one of those "classmate finder" sites and, what a surprise, discovered that you were an international reporter for California's big city newspaper! And you're also writing a novel! I'm not surprised. In school you seemed destined for greatness with your double major in English and Journalism.

It's hard to believe that was nine years ago! The last time I saw you was on graduation day from State when I sat next to you. You probably don't remember, but you were such a hero of mine: tall, good-looking, but – most of all – nice. And I was such a geek! Not just because I studied computers, but because of my mousy brown hair, glasses, baggy clothes and anti-social behavior. I was afraid to look people in the eye, and you must remember how I covered my crooked teeth with my hand when I smiled.

But you were so sweet, and always ready with a kind word when I was down. About how pretty my green eyes were...or how soft my skin was (but you only touched my hands, darn it!). Now that we're thirty (and you're married), I'll admit that you made my day whenever I caught you looking at my legs when I wore a skirt. I sweated bullets at night trying to think of a way to get you really interested, but of course I considered you so far above me. I was also a virgin's virgin (at 20!), and an awkward one at that. 

Anyway, after graduation the job market was unappealing. A B.S. in Computer Science doesn't get one much. So, I went on for the M.S. and the Department hired me as a T.A. As an undergrad I'd always been broke so, with my new income, I got a serious makeover: had my teeth straightened, streaked my hair with blond highlights, learned how to do makeup, got contact lenses, and bought a new wardrobe. What a difference! It took no time for me to lose my virginity to a nerdy Assistant Professor, and I soon became enthralled with sex! Also, I finally got some self-confidence, enough to start dating. 

But I hated that absurd custom. I'd always considered it so artificial. When I got my IT job here in Oregon I refused to engage in it. I made friends of both sexes and had an adequate social life, but I despised the old mating dance, and turned down virtually all offers. At the same time, as I said, I've turned into a highly sexed woman. It's just that I've engaged in self-satisfaction...or periodically have found men whom I'd probably see only once and never again. The past few years I've become a real pro at one- or two-night stands.

That sounds awful, or at least pretty mysterious. Anyway, I won't bore you anymore with my rambling. I hope it's okay to e-mail Word files to you. And, I hope you'll answer them. Now that I've found you after all these years, I'd like to stay in touch. If that puts pressure on you I'll stop. I hope it doesn't, because you're one of my most favorite people in the whole world!

Anxious to hear from you. Tell me all about your novel!

Lois

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Dear Tom,

Once again, I'm thrilled to hear from you, so much so that I'm responding immediately!

I'll try to give you some notion of what I've been doing but, if I start to wander, I hope you'll understand. I feel as if you've re-connected me with my past, even though my past was never anything to brag about. One of its brightest memories was of you...your sensitive eyes...your quiet, reassuring voice...your gentleness. Honest to God...and honest to you...I've got to take a break right now. My nervous hands are shaking so badly I can hardly type.

Okay. It's an hour later. I took a soothing shower and stuff and I've calmed down. Plus, I re-read both your e-mails and took a magnifying glass to the picture of our graduating class...the one where I stood next to you. You were so handsome!...and so sweet-looking. A young man with worlds to conquer!

That's why just now I couldn't believe your last note. The part about your divorce. I'm so sorry! Was your wife that tall, haughty, brunette sorority girl you were dating? I never knew her name, but I could see then that she might hurt you. She seemed so hard...so self-centered and shallow. 

I was also surprised to hear more about the novel you're writing. A bit "pornographic," you said. I never would've guessed that you'd try something like that. You were always so straight!

I should talk. But now I feel a bit more free than before about telling you some of my secrets, especially since you've asked me to. There's so much I've kept pent up inside – and over the years have thought about telling you if I ever saw you again – that I might sound a little crazy. But I respect and trust you so much that I'm going to do it anyway. If it gets to be too much, just be as honest with me as I am with you and tell me to stop. 

Six years ago, after my M.S. degree, I got a job here at a large medical HMO as a senior IT technician. When I became a supervisor I found the work challenging, but I had lots of free time after hours. Not really into the drinking and dating scene, I volunteered to do evening patient care at the hospital connected with the Center. I ended up in the prosthetic ward, where people learn how to use artificial limbs. It was only a few weeks before I was hooked...hooked on helping the physically handicapped. There were just a few patients at first, then military men started showing up from Afghanistan, men whose arms and legs had been blown off and transferred from Walter Reed back east. The Center has a contract with the Veterans Administration, you see.

That was challenging! I found myself acting as a physical therapist, psychologist, mother, aunt, secretary, letter writer, and ecumenical pastor. After a couple of years, I confess – to you and only you – that I became a surrogate girlfriend to some. The first time I found my "hands-on services" needed I was almost as naïve as I'd been in college. The young man was 24 and absolutely darling. He was from North Carolina and his charm was infectious. Both of his legs had been amputated, one below the knee, the other at mid-thigh. He was making good progress with his prosthetics and was anxious to return home, where he planned to be married. 

We'd become friends and I'd laughed at his incessant, innocent flirting, until one night when I reported in after work. The nurse in charge said he'd received bad news from home that day and that I should be empathic and supportive. I entered his room and he was turned away from me, apparently asleep. I touched his shoulder and he told me to go away. I asked if he wanted to talk and he said, "Not with a woman, especially a hot one like you!" 

I'd never been told that I was "hot," even though of late people have found me attractive. I touched him again and he turned over. His eyes were red from crying. Finally he told me he'd received a "Dear John" letter from his girlfriend. I did my best to cheer him up, and told him all the standard stuff about her "not being worth it," etc. He just nodded his head as I stood next to his bed, trying to soothe him, speaking softly and caressing his hand. A couple of minutes went by and he began looking at me with that hungry, puppy-ish look that men get when they want a hug...or sex. I saw that he was getting excited. I mean, the bedcovers over his groin had started to bulge. He let go of my hand and reached over, very tentatively, to touch my tummy. I was wearing my full-length lab coat but it was undone, and underneath I had on a dress that buttoned from my neck down to its hem at my knees. He kept brushing his fingers over my stomach, and I didn't move away. I felt the blood pounding in my ears as I got excited, and stepped toward the bed, letting him kind of pull at the buttons on my dress. I felt a numbness inside, was tingling all over, then my panties got damp. I felt so sorry for him, and I knew that he wanted me (can you imagine? Me, the timid little geek!), so I stepped even closer to him. That single, simple act was pivotal in my life as I look back on it. 

My ears were ringing as he undid a couple of buttons near my navel. I jumped a little when he gently caressed my bare skin underneath. I remember myself moaning and him whispering, "Skin's so soft." My tummy trembled at his touch and he undid another button to slide his hand all the way inside. I recall breathing hard, and that my knees started shaking as he stroked lower and lower, finally slipping his fingers inside my bikini panties since I wasn't wearing pantyhose. Our eyes were locked as he combed lower through my pubic hair. I licked my lips and grabbed onto the bed rail with both hands, whimpering. Finally he touched my labia and split them with two fingers, soaking them. He quickly pulled his hand out and licked it noisily, then stuck it back inside my dress. I whined, unabashedly spreading my legs and bending my knees so he could slowly slip his fingers into my vagina. 

I was on fire, Tom! He whispered that my juice was like honey and I almost fainted. I was the only one who'd ever tasted my discharge before, and I'd never experienced oral sex – though I'd given guys head a few times – so I was a little surprised that I tasted good. Then, without a word he pulled back the covers and bared his cock. It was as hard as iron, poking through his pajama fly and sticking straight up at the ceiling. I was perspiring now, and it took no more than two seconds for me to reach over, fondle his dick softly, and start slowly masturbating him from balls to tip. His eyes closed and he got the sweetest smile on his face as my hand moved lovingly up and down his stiff cock. With my other hand I lowered the bed rail, allowing him to slide his gooey fingers in and out of my pussy. After that everything happened so fast. Though it was the last thing I ever expected to do, I leaned over and slipped my mouth over his prick and started sucking on him. Soon my head was bobbing up and down and I was hunching my crotch against his hand. We did that forever, it seemed like, but it was probably no more than five minutes, then we both came at the same time. It was heavenly! What amazed me was that as his hot, thick cum shot into my mouth I just swallowed and swallowed until he'd finished. I'd never done that before. It's as if I couldn't get enough of him! When we both stopped cumming my weak knees almost collapsed. 

It was a close call, since I'd just finished buttoning my dress when the nurse came in for some reason. That had never happened before on the night shift. I excused myself and moved on to the next room, this one housing an older woman, but not before I told the guy that I'd see him the following night, which I may tell you about next time.

I hope there'll be a next time. I've attached a recent photo to this file so you can see how my looks have changed in the past nine years. Please let me know if I've said too much, Tom.

Your special friend,

Lois

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My Dear Tom,

God, you're flattering! My picture couldn't have been that good! I'm still 5'6" tall. Sure, I've changed a bit but I've always been kind of curvy (36C-23-37!), which my miniskirt and sweater show in the photo. When you knew me in college I had so little confidence that I always covered up my body with baggy old clothes!

Anyway, I'm glad you weren't shocked by my little story about the guy in the hospital. I'm even more glad that you want to hear what happened after that, because it set a pattern for me that I still follow. I just had a flash: Are you going to put me in your porno novel? 

As you know I couldn't care less about "dating." It always seemed to me like an elaborate sham to disguise its real reason for being, which is to bring people together so they can fuck (excuse my language!). Call me cynical, but if you can give me a better rationale, I'd welcome it. In my own way I've just cut short the process. I'm on birth control so I'm not contributing to overpopulation, and feel as if I'm doing something good for humanity. To make a long story short, I'm hung up on fucking people who are physically handicapped or disabled. My way is a lot more honest, my companions are easy to find, they're free of disease for the most part (I try to choose carefully), and – my goodness – are they ever grateful!

Like the young guy in the hospital. The day after our little get-together I was out of my mind with excitement. I carefully selected a mini dress that barely made it past my crotch. It buttoned all the way up too, just in case he wanted to get to my breasts. I didn't wear a bra, but I did choose a pair of sexy, lace bikini panties. All that day I kept my lab coat buttoned so my co-workers wouldn't be the wiser. At the end of the day I stopped in the restroom at the hospital to pee before going to the prosthetics ward. In the stall I decided to lose my panties, which I stuffed in my purse. I'd gotten just a taste the night before. On this night I wanted the whole enchilada!

When I got to his room I was pleased to see him sitting in a wheelchair with his prosthetic limbs affixed. Our session the night before had obviously improved his mood, since he was all smiles. He told me he'd gotten permission from the PT tech to use the Physical Therapy room after 5 p.m. I'd done this before with other patients who needed extra practice walking with new limbs, and the PT tech trusted me so there was no problem. 

Once inside the door we locked it and dimmed the lights to near dark. I unbuttoned my lab coat and his hands were all over me. I was standing next to him seated in the wheelchair, and he clutched my crotch to his face, lifting my skirt. He buried his nose in my pussy and began slurping away. I just closed my eyes and moaned as I held his head, spreading my legs slightly so he could lick my clitoris. I'd never in my life had anyone eat me, and I broke out in goose bumps and whined as he kept at it. I could tell the position was uncomfortable for him, though, so I suggested that we use a bench on one of the weight machines.

I helped him out of the chair onto his back, during which time he introduced himself as Gary, and he asked me to straddle him and sit on his face. I did so, supporting myself on the frame above his head, and gently squatted onto his ravenous mouth. That's the night I fell in love with cunnilingus. As I've said, no one had ever done it to me and I was absolutely ablaze with desire! When I came, I came big-time! I'm glad hospital walls are relatively soundproof, because I screamed bloody murder! When I was finished I moved slowly down over his chest and onto his big rod. We fucked for what seemed like an hour. I came twice more and he dumped two huge loads into me before we were through. Up to that point, it was the best sex I'd ever had.

Gary and I continued our affair for the next month, then he was discharged. He wrote a few times, then his letters stopped. By that time, I'd found new friends, all veterans of the Afghan war. Except for the wonderful individual personalities, though, all of my G.I. relationships were the same. They loved me for the physical relief I provided, but their eyes were always on the future...when they were going home. As a result, I began to see myself as an unlicensed nurse who specialized in unconventional care, which didn't bother me. I'd always been an unconventional person.

By the way, I don't have any nude photos of myself, now that you've asked. Why would you want one of me? Is your novel illustrated? Since you're newly divorced, you should have a hundred women after you! If I didn't live 800 miles away, I'd be on your doorstep!

I'll see what I can do about a picture of me naked, though. Should I be doing anything in particular? Just kidding...I think.

Lois

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Dearest Tom,

I couldn't believe your response to my last letter! You're such a naughty boy! I can't believe I'm sending dirty pictures to a big city newspaper columnist, even if you are my friend of longest standing.

As you can see from the attached photos, I complied with your request. It wasn't easy. I'm such a private person that going to one of those sex shops to buy a dildo was downright embarrassing! But while I was there I found a few other items that'll make my life a bit richer. This is all for your benefit, you understand! Yeah...sure.

Well, you asked me to continue my story, so here goes! After my first fling with Gary there were others at the hospital, usually one at a time. Then came the Iraq invasion and the number of amputees skyrocketed. I found myself exhausted after three hours at the hospital, ministering to the various needs of some very sweet guys. Sexually, I sometimes helped two or three a night, those whom I reasoned might never get laid again because of their handicaps. At that point the PT tech approached me and asked if we could have dinner together. I asked him to my house, since I make a mean Fettucine Alfredo. His name is Joel, and in the middle of dinner he told me he'd heard I was giving "special treatment" to some of the vets, and that I ought to be very careful.

We talked about what to do and he volunteered to be my watchdog – listening for rumors among the troops – if I'd do the same for him. He told me he was gay, that he'd be fired if the word got out, and I could hardly believe it. Six feet-four, 230 pounds of solid muscle...and Joel is gay! I told him I'd squelch any rumors I heard about him, even lying to accusers, saying he'd been to bed with me. It was a clever smokescreen, but I became uneasy about the underlying threat to my job.

So, I decided to broaden my horizons. I'd heard through the grapevine that the HMO's motor pool sold their old vans – the ones rigged to transport patients in wheelchairs, with other amenities – at auction when they reached certain mileage. The motor pool guy assured me that, if properly maintained, they possibly had another 100,000 miles of life in them. He also told me he could bend the rules and "pre-sell" one to me very cheaply. You know what's coming, Tom. I could take my weird sex life on the road!

In the meantime I was busy with my "patients." There was one kid who stands out, an amputee who'd lost a leg in an IED explosion. He could have been my brother: timid, geeky, yet anxious to prove himself by enlisting in the macho Marine Corps. He was tall and skinny, very intelligent, and loved my massages, which usually ended up in masturbation and fellatio. One night in the PT room I was helping him walk between the parallel bars, two horizontal bars that one can rest their arms on to take weight off their legs while getting used to their new prosthetic limbs. 

I'll quote what he said: "Tonight I want that succulent, round ass." I told him I'd never done that and he pushed me harder, finally insisting that he'd tell the administration about my habits if I didn't grant him his wish. I panicked, dropped to my knees between the bars and gave him what I thought was a world-class blowjob. But it wasn't enough. Through sheer force of will (I tell myself), he had me turn my back to him and place my arms on the bars. Then he reached down and lifted my lab coat and skirt up to lay them on my back. I'd already fucked a guy down the hall that evening so I was without panties and a bit messy, but it didn't bother this kid. He swiped his fingers up my slit and rubbed the goo onto my rectum, then spat a huge stream of saliva down onto my asshole. 

For the next fifteen or so minutes he was rough, brutal in fact, and I thought he'd punch through my colon. The only pleasure I gained was from my fingers diddling my clit which, because of concentration, blocked out the pain and I was at least able to cum at the end, just after he'd filled my bowels with his hot spunk.




Lois's Letters



I decided at that point that I needed a period of adjustment in my life.

I took a few days off from volunteering at the hospital, but then became bored. I got a call from the motor pool guy and he said he had a van for me. The next day I saw it, drove it, went to the credit union, took out a loan, and drove it home two days later. 

It was ideal. A beautiful sound system; top-of-the-line upholstery and carpeting; rigged with a power ramp and inside anchors for wheelchairs; yet it had enough leftover space (with a ten-foot-long interior) for a small mattress from a child's crib, a low, short bench, and a nice mirror on one wall! I needed to try it out, and I had the perfect time and place for that...the coming weekend in town.

It was the annual Western Fair at the city park, drawing thousands over a three-day period. It was the town's chance to dress up in western gear and have fun. There were hundreds of booths selling everything from canaries to condoms. And, there was beer. I parked my new van in the five-story parking complex a block away from the park. I'd dressed the part, I thought. I was wearing a tight, sleeveless, red paisley-printed mini dress that buttoned from the waist to the short hem, and a pair of cowboy boots. I'd purposely not worn any panties. On top was a black, suede leather jacket – a bolero – that stopped at my waist. For an accent I wore a black, toreador-style Mexican hat that I thought was kind of cute. 

I guess I dressed appropriately, since several young men started following me around. Finally, after perusing all of the booths, I just sat on a park bench and talked to guys as they came and went. I made it quite clear that I wasn't there to meet people...but just to relax. Still, I had a lot of beers bought for me that afternoon. 

When the crowd thinned out I went back to a booth that had the neatest hand-thrown pottery. The booth guy was very knowledgeable, and lectured me on indigenous (Indian) art as he sat on a high stool behind the counter. I listened to him for a half-hour, then bought him a beer to listen some more. He was fascinating...and I began checking him out physically. He was compact, with short, muscular arms and meaty hands. His shoulders looked powerful – bearish almost – and his torso narrowed to a vee until I could see no more below the counter. We'd been talking about the Anasazi people's influence on North American art and he got off his stool to show me a book that he had. When he did, his head nearly dropped below the counter. He was a dwarf!

Without missing a beat, he brought me the book, I laid it on the counter, and he resumed his perch in the booth. As he walked me through the book, I was in a fog. More to the point: I was getting really hot! What I did from then until he closed up his booth for the night I don't remember, except that my pussy was moist and I was buzzing inside. What I do remember is telling him I'd give him a ride to his hotel. Just before he closed he told me to go on ahead and he'd meet me in the parking lot. I got the feeling that he didn't want to be seen with me, or that he just wanted to watch my ass wiggle as I strolled to the lot in my boots. 

Did I care? I started walking, looking behind myself every 50 yards or so to see if he was coming. He was always way back, trudging along on his short little legs. As I strode to the car, I wondered what weird mishap had occurred in his mother's womb to create such a perfect upper half, yet such a cruel, misshapen lower. But, just like at the hospital, my thoughts turned profoundly sexual and I hurried my pace, anticipating fucking this guy in my van, regardless of how "limited" he might appear to be! 

He wasn't limited, though, Tom. I got to the van, threw open the side door and sat on the narrow bench in back. When he got to the door he was very candid and said in a tight voice, "Your walk is outrageous! Let me see you." I shuddered at the hungry look in his eyes...and did what he wanted. I pulled up my skirt, spread my legs widely, holding them up behind the knees, and waited until he scrambled inside. He slid the door closed and began licking me from my ass to my clit. I cried out, almost in desperation I wanted him so much, and in moments he brought me to my first orgasm with his tongue. But that was just the beginning. Aside from having a long, thick cock, he was marvelously inventive and caused me to climax two or three more times. When he started to leave – apparently not wanting me to know where he was staying – it seemed much too early and I complained. He allowed me to fellate him and swallow his semen because I whined like a baby. When he left, I realized that I'd reached a new threshold. 

I wanted more of the same: sex with unknown, physically-challenged men, the more anonymous the better. I also knew that I'd do almost anything to get it.

There's so much more to tell, but not in this letter. Attached are more photos (I'm thinking of you in the one of me cumming with the dildo). I'm too shy to take one of me fucking someone right now, though. Could you send me a picture of you? 

Constantly thinking of you,

Lois

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Dear big, beautiful Tom,

I got your picture with your last note. My God, you're gorgeous! I'll be honest and tell you that I printed it and masturbated with it sitting in front of me. You're unfair, sending a photo of yourself at the beach squeezed into those swim trunks...so tan and yummy! You said it wasn't a recent picture, though. I hope to see one of those soon, without a ravishing blonde hanging all over you. .

Your letters are so persistent! If I didn't know better I'd think you were writing a porno biography of me! I can see it now...Lois: the late bloomer who found happiness by fucking the handicapped. Sorry. That's cruel, even though it's not far from the truth. For you and only you I'll continue my confessions. It really turns me on to do so, by the way. 

After a couple of weeks I gravitated back to doing volunteer work at the hospital after hours. I also became a bit more discriminating when it came to selecting guys to fuck. You'll be pleased to hear that I used you as a behavioral model, observing how "nice" my lovers were with other people before doing them. I'd had enough of the conceited know-it-alls who thought all they had to do was show me their cocks, talk some shit, and I'd be all over them. I'd been bored by that in my early days as a volunteer. So, to broaden my pool of candidates, I started using the rapid transit trains and parking my van in the station lot closest to where I live.

The beauty of rapid transit train stations is that they're multi-storied and they have elevators for wheel-chaired folks, as well as escalators for the rest of us. By hanging out around the elevator entrances, I could pick and choose men I wanted to be with who'd just arrived at the station. Then I'd offer to help them upstairs. Once I got them in the elevator they were mine. No one was able to resist my slutty banter as I slowly lifted my skirts to tempt them with my wet pussy. 

For example, a few weeks ago I met a guy at the train station who was perfect. He was African-American. I don't know if I've told you, but when I started my indiscriminate adventures at the hospital I took on all comers...or should I say, "cummers!" Blacks, Asians from many places, Hispanics, Native Americans...it didn't matter. One of the black guys I was with early on talked so much he was distracting. Tom, I realize that it's important stereotypic behavior to verbally humiliate white women while self-styled black studs are fucking them, but – give me a break! – all I wanted was to get both of us off. Well, he rapped, rapped, and rapped some more about his gigantic black dick in my tight white pussy until I turned my head around (he was doing me like a dog) and yelled, "Shut up, will you, you're not the first! Just fuck me, for Christ's sake!"

I hate it when that happens.

Anyway, weeks ago this other black soldier in a wheelchair got off the train and was waiting outside the elevator door. He was awfully handsome, kind of a dark caramel-color, and dressed in his highly-starched summer khaki uniform. It appeared that he might be missing the lower part of one limb, or a foot, since his muscular thighs and calves filled out his pants completely. I offered to help him upstairs and he responded with the sweetest smile, calling me "ma'm." He told me he was visiting an aunt who was sick from cancer before he traveled to the east coast. I offered to drive him to his aunt's, wait for him, and take him wherever he was going after that. Hey, I support our troops! On top I was wearing a sleeveless, skin tight turtleneck that showed my assets. Below I wore a long denim skirt with slits up the sides and no panties, though he didn't know that. He was very grateful for my offer, and stayed in his chair after we got to the van, periodically straightening his uniform in the large mirror I'd installed in back...for decidedly different purposes.

Outside his aunt's house in a ramshackle part of town, I waited, at his insistence. I assumed that, while he was paying his respects, it might be dicey to explain the presence of a white woman, even though the van itself looked pretty official and institutional. I waited for an hour, reading, and at the end of another hour he wheeled himself out and boarded the van. He looked exhausted, was sweating through the armpits of his khakis, and appeared glad to be on his way. He asked me if, before we returned to the train station, we could drive past his old high school. I agreed to, and we ended up on a deserted bluff overlooking the school's football field, apparently where he'd played as a youth.

He talked as if in a dream about his glory days on the gridiron, and he left his chair to squeeze by the engine cowling to sit in the passenger seat. I just listened...and listened, until he stopped talking. Finally, he took my hand in both of his and said, "Thank you!" Then, he complimented me on the softness...and whiteness...of my skin, and moved his hands up my arms to my shoulders, creating goose bumps from his caresses. I shivered, not really from horniness, though I was quite aware of the dampness between my legs. His hands seemed to infuse in me a warm, glowing gentleness that stimulated my juices. I exhaled quickly and asked him if he'd ever been with a white woman. His dark eyes scanned my breasts and both of my thighs as the slits in my skirt bared them. He shook his head "no," and looked me in the eyes. "Would you like to be with me?" I asked, glancing quickly toward the back of the van. He got the message. As he moved I helped him – pawing him, really – almost desperate to feel his skin under my fingertips. Now I was horny! We both felt that way, as we wended our way past his wheelchair to the small bed I'd laid out just inside the rear doors. 

On our knees, we began undressing each other. I was naked in a heartbeat, but it took longer for him to shed his uniform. I was dying to get at his cock, so I frantically drew down his boxers. Half erect and drooping, his tool was maybe eight inches long, and perhaps two-and-a-half inches in diameter, interlaced with rough-looking veins, with an artery running along its top that looked as thick as a #2 pencil. The crown of his dick was dark purple in color and as smooth to the touch as a baby's bottom. With a whimper, I took it into my mouth long before his butt dropped to the mattress so that we could pull off his trousers and shoes. He cried out with joy when my lips sucked him in, but then he relaxed a bit and completely disrobed as I drooled all over his prick.

I finally saw his artificial foot and ankle, and the horrible shrapnel scars from his wound. If anything, they made me want to please him all the more. I couldn't take all of him in my mouth because of his size, but it hardly mattered. He grunted out, "My name's Brent...what's yours?" Between long, worshipful sucks I murmured my name. Then he complimented my body further – its curves, its tone, its pale, appetizing flesh – just before we positioned ourselves in a "69." We ate at one another for the longest time. I climaxed gloriously as he held my hips fast against his face, then he exploded into my mouth, pumping so much cum into my throat that I couldn't keep up while swallowing. When both of us were through, he came up and embraced me, but I wasn't yet ready to relax. I splayed my legs, locking my heels to his butt, and began rubbing his cock in my slit, which quickly made him hard again. Whew! Just thinking about it now makes me wet.  

I'm going to take a break, Tom. I'll be back in a while. 

I don't know why I tell you when I'm stepping away from the computer. It's not as if we're on the phone! Anyway – honesty, right? – a half hour ago I went to the bathroom and tried to masturbate over the guy – Brent – I was talking about above. And I couldn't get off! Out of sight, out of mind, I guess. So...Tom, I thought of you and wham! I screeched so loud while cumming I hope I didn't disturb my neighbor! Anyway, I'll continue now with my last elevator romance, though I've got to admit that right now it doesn't seem as hot as it did before.

This guy, Brent, slipped into me in one slow push. My pussy just yawned open for him. I felt him way inside, rubbing my cervix, and tried to move. He wouldn't let me, though. He kept our pelvises locked together and he moved his hips in a slow circle, making me breathless as he reamed me out. Gradually I loosened up inside to his literal screwing, then he began sliding very slowly in and out while he rolled his hips. He pushed and he rolled and I squirmed and yelped as he sped up. He grabbed my tits and started nibbling on my nipples as we fucked faster. My juices started running out of me in what felt like torrents, as my pussy made funny little smacking noises around his big probe. Then I noticed he was chanting something under his breath. I stopped whimpering and listened. He was praying! He was quoting things directly from the Bible! Psalms and other stuff! 

Well, I almost laughed, but didn't, because I was afraid he might lose his hard-on. I just brought his head down and listened to him whisper his incantations into my ear until we were fucking so hard and fast that all we could do was yelp, whimper and grunt. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, those little tingly feelings in my toes and little flashes in my belly, and I swear I could feel the head of his cock expand at my cervix as he hammered away. It was probably just me starting to clamp down, though. It didn't matter, because I knew we were both close to erupting. Our loins began trembling involuntarily as we thrashed against one another, trying to wring out a simultaneous climax. And we did, big-time! One final thrust into me and he froze, bathing my insides with jet after jet of his scalding cum, which triggered shrieks from me and a one-minute fireworks show behind my clenched eyelids. By the time we stopped twitching, a huge pool of semen had run out of me onto the sheet covering the little bed. 

"Praise God!" he gasped loudly. 

A minute later, as I reached to put on my clothes, I mumbled, "Whatever." I've never been very religious.

On the way back to the train station he told me he was entering a seminary back east, hoping to become an ordained minister. I wished him luck and we parted. God, I lead a weird life!

That's my latest fuck story, Tom. I'll write more if you want. And...I've given some thought to your request for pictures of me fucking guys. I guess I'll do it, when I think through all the details about how to get them. I mean, you need visual stimulation as a pornographic novelist, right? I want them to be especially good. In the meantime, please write and let me know what you think of the ones I'm sending with this note.

Lois

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Hello again, sweetest Tom,

It's been so many days since you last wrote that I was afraid I'd offended you in some way. Thank goodness you were away on assignment! I did a lot of hand-wringing when I didn't hear from you immediately.

But when I did it was certainly worth it! I can't thank you enough for the picture of you...naked and masturbating. Okay, I'm jealous that you're shooting your load into that stunning redhead's mouth, but I can't really be choosy. After I printed it, I cut off most of her face, so now just her open lips and tongue are shown slurping at your dick. I imagine her to be me. And what a gorgeous dick you have! I keep a copy of the photo in my nightstand, so it's the first thing I see in the morning and the last I see at night. I'm such a freak!

Again you said it wasn't a recent picture. C'mon! Have one of those hot babes of yours take a snapshot of you and send it to me! I've shown you tons of mine! And thanks, by the way, for all the compliments. I guess it's turned out that I have a pretty nice body! I watch my diet carefully and you know the kind of exercise I prefer!

Anyway, I hope you had a nice Fourth of July. I certainly did! Again at the two-block-square city park, there were scores of booths selling stuff. There was also a long parade with lots of war veterans. Of course, I was especially interested in the disabled vets, and there were dozens...a few from as far back as WWII. 

As usual I parked in the multi-story lot a couple of blocks away. I prepared well for the holiday, packing some sandwiches and a cooler of beer in the van. I'd previously arranged for the hospital PT tech – my gay friend Joel – to meet me during the afternoon. Thinking of you, I asked him to take pictures of me with some guy I might be entertaining during the day. He's a bi- voyeur anyway, so it was a turn-on for him and he agreed. I also shaved my pussy, which you'll notice in the attached pix, leaving just a little triangle of hair above my slit. And finally, I set a goal for myself. Before I went home that day I wanted to fuck at least four guys who truly appealed to me...all in my van, which I planned to move periodically so as not to arouse suspicion.

I got lucky early, arriving about ten in the morning. The park and the booths were already crowded. It was a hot day, and I'd dressed appropriately...denim miniskirt (with panties, this time!) and a thin, cropped, sleeveless cotton top (with a push-up bra!) to accent my 36C tits and show some tight midriff. (Yeah! My waist is holding at 23", and my legs are long and shapely too!). Such a slut, I also wore wedgie high heels on my feet so my calf muscles would stand out. Several men cast sidelong glances at me and complimented my body quietly as I passed them. I'd seen one guy earlier, tall (maybe 6'2"), with a full head of hair, once blond but turning gray, square-shouldered with a solid build, and deeply-chiseled facial features. He was in his late fifties to early sixties, wearing a fatigue jacket with its left arm pinned up to his shoulder...obviously a war veteran. He was the archetypal WASP, with a salt-and-pepper mustache and clear blue eyes, married (his ring told me that), with a dumpy little woman next to him who was probably his wife. 

She appeared bored. I followed them as they looked at the booths, and – sure enough! – she left after a while, leaving me an open moment to get close to him and talk. I stood next to him at an Asian basket booth and asked the attendant about a particular item. "That's from Cambodia," said the guy I'd been following. I asked how he knew, and that broke the ice. For the next fifteen minutes he related his Vietnam stories to me, which were fascinating. Finally, I glanced at my watch and he apologized for taking my time. I told him I was thirsty because of the heat and I'd buy him a beer, even though it was early. He insisted that we go to a beer bar across the street from the park. When we got there it was overflowing with young vets who were spilling out onto the sidewalk. It took me less than a minute to convince him we should go to my van, since I'd stocked it with beer and picnic goodies. His wife, he said, hated Fourth of July parties. She'd left him to visit her sister for the morning, and would pick him up around noon. I figured that gave me enough time to fit him into my holiday agenda.




Lois's Letters



I slid open the side door of the van and climbed in, moving to the back where I'd put the picnic basket and beer. He slid closed the door. I pulled two bottles of beer out of the cooler, handed them to him with an opener, and straddled the low, plastic-covered bench I keep in back. I know he was looking at my damp crotch under my miniskirt. He regarded me strangely, then said, "I only have one arm."

I blushed and apologized. Of course he couldn't open a beer bottle, except with his teeth! Then he told me he wasn't really thirsty, and we hadn't come out here to drink, anyway, had we! I murmured a very meek "No," and both of us started undressing. It was almost agonizingly rational, Tom! Neither of us said a word until we were both naked! Then, as he knee-walked back to where I was, with his long, mature cock rising and his full balls swinging with each movement, he said that he hoped that such a gorgeous young woman as I wouldn't be disappointed with an old man. Had I not been so hungry for him (my pussy felt absolutely buttery!), I might've laughed at his incredible modesty!

I whimpered when he hugged me with his very strong right arm. I kissed the stump of his left, all over, and wondered how – maybe forty years earlier, long before I was born – he would've felt when he was whole. It didn't matter. I was going to take his cock inside myself, share maybe a half hour of joy while exchanging our fluids, and walk away, both of us as innocent as we'd been when we'd met in the park. Of all the men I'd ever been with to that point, I knew he understood.

He was so gentle! We shoved the bench aside and he took me on my back, with my legs ever-so-willing to clasp behind his buns. By the time he was in me it took no more than thirty seconds for me to cum, whining, crying, blubbering nonsense I'm now too embarrassed to repeat. He kept whispering in my ear how he'd like to give me a baby, and I kept responding "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" until he again brought me to orgasm, this time screaming, as I'd not yet descended from the previous one. Finally, showing the patience of Job, he absolutely plowed me to an amazing, silent, shuddering climax, causing me almost to black out it was so intense. To this day, I'm still trying to figure out what made that one coupling so special. 

I dozed a bit...I think...and he roused me before he left, fully dressed. "Thank you, little lady," he said. "Gotta go. Wife's pickin' me up 'bout noon," then he disappeared. He hadn't even cum! 

I guess the humorous way to end that story is, "Who was that masked man?" But, truly, Tom, I was more than moved. The earth had done that for me. And I've said enough for this letter.

I hope to finish my Fourth of July tales in the next one.

Please, please answer. You've become an addiction with me. I need to hear from you.

Kisses all over,

Lois

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My darling Tom,

Yeah, it's come to that..."darling." I'm so obsessed with you I could scream. Your old pictures, your letters, reading your columns on the Internet...I'm finding myself daydreaming like a schoolgirl about you at work! And I'm a boss! This isn't supposed to happen! I find myself wanting to whisper in your ear at night, "Take me, Tommy!" I realize, of course, that your diminutive nickname would drive you crazy, piss you off, or whatever compound prepositional phrase might be applicable to a big-time writer this week. I'm also really curious about your porno novel.

Damn it, Tom, something has to be done here. I want to fly down to see you one of these weekends...just to get acquainted again in person. Well, that's what I'm suggesting, at least. Even though I'd want to sleep with you, if you have a new girlfriend or accommodations aren't right, I could easily stay elsewhere. Anything would be better than these periodic, one-way confessionals about my kinky sex life! Think how frustrated I feel when I think of you just absorbing all the lurid facts about my absurdly glandular existence! Jesus!

Okay, that's off my chest. Now, I suppose you want to hear more about my Fourth of July fuck-fest! Well, brace yourself!

After the Vietnam vet had left, I moved the van down to the fourth floor and got a parking spot in a corner. I walked back to the park a bit addled, kind of wandering and feeling the air on my bare, moist pussy. The Vietnam vet, whose name I didn't catch, had made quite an impression, and he was nowhere to be seen, unfortunately. I'd gotten a taste of something that I couldn't identify, a germ of something portentous that had made my insides quiver. I wished I'd gotten his name, number, something, just so we could talk further.

But, I remembered the day's mission, and it didn't involve much talking! Back at the park I had a beer and started checking out some of the prospects. One guy my age on metal crutches with long stringy hair, a U.S. Army field jacket with the sleeves missing, and military tattoos, tried to engage me, but turned me off. The guy who really interested me after a while was sitting on a park bench, reading a paperback, and was dressed neatly in a sport coat and slacks. His left foot was a prosthetic. But what distinguished him from the scores of other vets that day was that he wore a green beret with military insignia. He looked 35-40 and – as I leaned against a short iron fence twenty feet away – I realized he was looking at me over the top of his dark glasses. He smiled knowingly, patted the vacant spot on the bench next to where he was sitting, and I pointed to myself, in effect asking if he was motioning to me. He nodded slowly and continued smiling. If he hadn't beckoned to me I probably would've taken the initiative, walked over, and started a conversation with him anyway. He was hot, but in an understated way.

When I sat down he said, "I was wondering when you'd get here, and I'm so glad you didn't overdress." I blushed and squeezed my thighs together, hyper-conscious of my naked pussy – now again growing moist – under my miniskirt. Before I could say anything he'd stood and offered me his arm. "I'm parked a few blocks away and my house is just five miles down the interstate."

I was so surprised! I finally gained my voice and told him I was waiting for a friend...Joel, the PT tech...whom I'd agreed to meet after the parade. He looked disappointed, until I told him about my van in the parking lot. He brightened and – without hesitation – suggested we go to it. From the moment we'd said hello there was never any question as to what we'd do. It was as if we fucked every day at this time and we were meeting for our scheduled romp. As we walked he talked non-stop. He'd lost a leg in the first Gulf War. Every year on the Fourth he made a ceremonial visit to the park to pick up a woman to have sex with. He owned a small accounting business, and he was reading a book by a well-known comedian. At the elevator he asked which floor I was parked on, I told him "4," and he punched "3." I started to press 4, myself, as the car started moving, but he grabbed my wrist in an iron grip to prevent it.

"Humor me," he said firmly, "I want to follow you up a flight of stairs." His tone was so firm that it was sexy...quietly demanding. I felt a buzzing in my crotch and was extremely wet. We got off at the third floor and walked to the nearby two-flight stairwell. Four steps up the first flight and he stopped me by reaching under my skirt and holding the outside of my hips. His hands stroked me from waist to thighs and I thought my heart would burst from my chest from excitement. "Your pelvis is made for motherhood," he murmured. I was trembling, and when he slid one hand between my legs to touch my drooling pussy, I whimpered and thrust back onto his fingers. He chuckled, muttering something about how he knew I'd be without panties when he first saw me, and that he was glad I was all ready for him. He licked my cream from his fingers, then pushed me slightly and I continued to walk up the stairs, with him limping behind, to where the steps doubled back for the second flight. There he took my hand and pulled me around a thick concrete pillar with a large space behind it. We were now hidden from the sight of anyone who might come up or down from adjoining floors.

It was outrageous! My knees nearly buckled as he scooped me into his arms for a deep, tongue-lashing kiss. I meekly traced the bulge in his trousers with my nails, then blatantly unzipped him, groping inside his fly for his cock. I pulled it out and wordlessly knelt before him to sink the beautiful, thick, veiny thing into my mouth. God, I love the taste of a new cock on my tongue! The cement floor was dirty, though, and cold. He seemed aware of that and pulled me to my feet after a couple of minutes, turning me around. I automatically spread my legs and stepped up with one leg onto a niche in the concrete wall so he could get at me. My buttocks quivered in those few seconds as I waited until he touched me with his cock. I whined when I felt its blunt heat against my sopping labia and I thrust back onto him, causing both of us to groan as he rammed deeply into me. 

Well, Tom, he took me hard. Our thighs slapped together loudly, echoing in the stairwell. We fucked, fucked, then fucked some more...until we both had a huge, moaning climax. It was such a turn-on, in the gloomy semi-darkness, the place smelling of stale urine from people using it as a toilet, and we were just two rutting animals who hadn't been able to wait to get to my van, parked no more than 100 feet away up the stairs on the next floor.

When our breathing evened out, he zipped up and we walked to the van, with his warm cum running down my thighs. Once inside we stripped, I quickly sucked him hard again with my mouth, and he laid on his back on my bench. I then straddled him and we screwed for another twenty minutes until he filled me again with a monstrous load. When we were finished I told him I needed to pee and clean up. He wanted me to do it just outside, in front of the van so he could watch, but I chose the restroom thirty feet away. I slipped on my skirt and top without my bra, gave him a sandwich and a beer from my picnic stash, and went to the loo. When I returned, he'd slid the door closed and was gone. On the front seat was his business card with the word "Thanks!" scribbled on it. The guy certainly didn't stand on ceremony.

As I moved the van down to the third floor, I felt a bit hurt that he'd fucked me and run. But, the day was still young, and I walked back to the park where the parade was going on. I took my digital camera with me on this trip. In the parade there were lots of flags, a few bands, and groups of veterans from every war or military action over the past sixty years. The large contingent of disabled vets of all ages, from 80 down to 20, gave me a lump in my throat and I started to tear up. I hated what war did to men and women, crippling and killing them. Just at that moment, though, I spotted Joel and he joined me on the curb to watch the festivities, which lightened my mood. I told him of my program for the day and my successes, insisting that it wasn't the anonymity of the sex that necessarily turned me on, but the thrill of meeting a handicapped person who was a stranger and sharing some passion with him. I'm not sure he fully understood. Do you, Tom? Suddenly I feel a little afraid that I'm saying too much. I'll sign off for now and continue if it interests you.

Suddenly depressed, but still loving,

Lois

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Tom, you are so sweet!

Your words of encouragement, support, whatever, give me strength. I sometimes have visions of myself just plummeting down a spiraling rat hole as a slut...a whore...a nymphomaniac unable to handle her sexual cravings. On the other hand, when you answer my letters, my spirits soar and I feel good about myself! Do you think I'm bipolar?

I was disappointed you didn't send a photo this time. Maybe the ones I send with this note will stimulate you to do it. I hope so.

Anyway, where was I at the end of the last letter? Now I remember. 

After the parade my gay friend Joel and I decided to go to the beer bar across from the park, which was by now filled with vets, most wearing partial uniforms. It seemed that nearly half of them had been wounded in some way. I handed him my camera and he assured me that he'd play along. As I entered, separate from Joel since I wanted to appear unattached, I was serenaded by choruses of whistles, catcalls and suggestive comments from drunken ex-G.I.s, like: "Hellllo, sweet thaaang; Hey, baby, sit on my face! Yo' white ass lookin' good t'day, bitch; I could eat that pussy all day, girl! Suck a dick, darlin'?"...and other such witty remarks.

I looked around for a seat and the only space I saw was on a banquette by the window, between two vets playing chess. One was in a wheelchair, a double leg amputee, and the other guy sitting across from him had an artificial left arm. They both looked about 25. I wended my way through the crowd, with my tits and ass being pawed constantly by desperate, groping hands, and stood at the edge of their table with some other guys, watching. In a moment the man in the wheelchair looked at his chess mate and said, "Scoot over and give the pretty lady a seat between us, Ace." The guy did so and I sat down, muttering my thanks. The one called Ace signaled to the busy waitress for beers all around. I saw a flash, and realized that Joel, standing at the noisy bar, had begun snapping pictures of me with my two new acquaintances. 

I'm a pretty good chess player and the guy, "Ace", had made a stupid move, I thought. I flinched and he mumbled that it was okay, that he knew what he was doing. Soon the game was over, with him check mating his companion, whom he introduced as "Deuce." Our beers arrived and the table was cleared of the chess set. After our first sip I felt hands on my thighs under the table. Ace was stroking my left leg and Deuce my right. My nipples immediately hardened and made little thimbles through the thin material of my top. I saw another flash, courtesy of my photographer buddy, Joel, who'd taken another picture.

Well, we drank more beer and these two young guys did their Mutt 'n' Jeff act, with me giggling like a teenager, all the while their hands were getting ever closer to my crotch. Finally, I just slid down with my butt over the edge of the seat, spread my legs and boldly hooked my shoes over a horizontal bar under the table. I felt both of their hands immediately meet at my pussy, to stroke up and down my soaking labia. No one but Joel noticed, of course. The place was jammed with people by then, most of them drunk except for my two new friends. I was a bit tipsy, but not so much that I couldn't smell the telltale odor of my juices which – with two prior sex partners that day – had become very ripe and now covered my loins with their stench. I leaned my head back and mewled lasciviously as Deuce's fingers probed up into me. 

I was in heaven! Nothing to do the entire day but meet new guys and wallow in sex! All those years in college when I'd heard girls talk about getting drunk and laid made sense now! It was as if I were playing catch-up! 

"Hey, I'm hungry! Let's all have a sandwich!" I finally giggled, aware of my double entendre. My two compatriots agreed that they wanted a "Lois burger" (I'd told them my name), and we got up to leave. I winked at Joel so he would know to follow us with the camera, and we hustled to the parking lot. We must have been quite a sight, with Ace and I staggering into the elevator and Deuce wheeling himself along like a chaperone. In minutes we were helping him out of his wheelchair into the van on the third floor. I'd parked at the end of a row of cars, with the side door facing a wall, which meant we could leave it open.

These two guys had been buddies since Basic Training. They'd also gone through Ranger training together, then to Iraq in the same unit. They said their squad had been decimated on the same day and they'd continued their inseparable life Stateside...even to the point of getting laid together. So they knew each others' kinks. When I started to undress, one of them told me to leave on my skirt...that it would be better that way. I reached in the van's console and brought out a tube of lubricant that I always keep and handed it to Deuce. I'd never had anal intercourse before but had planned ahead. I wanted to experience it this day. While Ace busied himself unbuttoning my top and murmuring compliments as he squeezed and suckled my breasts, his buddy greased up my bottom. 

Undressed, they were beautiful male specimens...except of course for the tragic sight of their missing limbs. But their shoulders, pecs, washboard stomachs and sexual parts looked almost classically Grecian to my eyes. Ace helped his buddy out of his pants to lie on my bench and shrug out of his own clothing, and I leaned back with my hands on the mattress, relaxed with my legs kind of open. I told them that a friend of mine would be dropping by to take some pictures and they both went into a funny routine about "Lois Does The Troops," "Parking Lot Pussy," and "A Woman Gets Back At I-raq." I got the feeling that if these guys didn't make humorous small talk of their life situation, they'd probably go out and shoot themselves...or someone else. But things got serious pretty quickly.

Deuce was stroking his prick to near erection, and he took my hand to bring me forward to my knees while he was on his back. He was long – maybe eight inches – and growing thicker as I replaced his hand with both of mine to jack him off. I couldn't keep my mouth off of his young uncircumcised cock, either, and I took as much of him as I could. He hadn't bathed for a few days, I figured, since he tasted richly of some thick discharge under his foreskin, to which he added some fresh pre-cum as I sucked. "Smegma," I thought, as the cheesy stuff hit my epiglottis and slid into my throat, causing me to gag momentarily. I got a perverse thrill as I contemplated absorbing the thick load of this double amputee when he came. He'd told me that he hadn't had sex in months.

The one hand of his buddy, Ace, was again all over me...squeezing my breasts as if they were ripe fruit, lifting my skirt up and caressing my nether openings with his fingers onto which he'd spit. As we heated up, I became filled with joy – dirty, filthy, unbridled pleasure – and thanked the gods for my being so lucky this day. Soon there was a flash and we all looked over at Joel, who'd suddenly appeared in the open doorway of the van, taking his first picture of me about to fuck. "Hey, man," the guys said to Joel after I breathlessly introduced them. Then they both went back to work on me.

Hey, man, was all they said. I marveled at their attitude, as Ace pulled me from my knees and positioned me to straddle Deuce's turgid cock in the cowgirl position. Regardless of my recent experience, there's still a lot I don't know about the male of the species, Tom, especially when it's involved with teamwork and sex. But I couldn't believe that one of these guys was helping his legless buddy to have first sex with me rather than himself. Nor could I believe that the two accepted without question that Joel was taking pictures of us. A natural thing, it seemed to them. No threats, no self-consciousness, just unquestioned recognition of a fact. 

I sat down slowly on Deuce's cock, absorbing that magnificent instrument 'til it left me breathless. It felt as if the blunt end was pushing the air out of my lungs as I slowly cycled on and off of him. And as Ace approached my face with his member in his hand and stood before me, I licked my lips to prepare for the firm crown of his prick to slide into my throat. I lowered my tongue in my mouth, which opened my gullet for him to enter. Four or five slow pushes and my nose was in his musky pubic hair, a signal for me to begin a very gentle in-and-out rhythm. He placed his one good hand on the back of my head, not to push, just to guide me, and all we could hear was his heavy breathing and the slick sound of my saliva bathing his member. In the meantime Deuce had placed his hands under my butt to lift me on and off his prong. He moved my hips in little horizontal circles too, so he could stir around inside of me, which brought forth copious amounts of stinking liquid from my depths. 




Lois's Letters



The three of us started moaning softly as our pleasure increased, and our movements became quicker and less controlled. There was a camera flash, then a few more, I think. I'd lost track of Joel since I was on my way to an orgasm. I was pumping up and down on my own now, gripping my breasts and twisting my hard nipples with one hand. They felt as if they were shooting sparks off their corky tips. With my other hand I was rubbing my engorged clit. Deuce was feeling my pussy from behind me as it enveloped his cock, and two fingers on his other hand were in my rectum, which he'd loosened up with my lube. 

I was really excited, Tom. I'd never been with two men together before, and the sheer idea of it was driving me insane. I looked up into Ace's eyes and was met with a look as mad with desire as my own. He and I were close...very close. Then I exploded in a climax. I threw back my head and shrieked, grabbing my tits to prolong their zapping, throbbing bolts of electricity, and he yelled as my lips left his cock. He fisted it quickly and pointed it at me, shooting a long arc of cum that streaked my face, from my hair across one eyebrow to my jaw. I quickly opened my mouth to receive a couple of strings onto my tongue, then he pulled from me to spray ribbon after ribbon onto me, covering my face down to my nipples. He'd cum like a horse. I'd never before seen so much jizz from a single male orgasm, and at the end I was still pulling on his dick for the last few drops. Joel got several pictures, which I'm attaching to this letter.

The downside was that Deuce, that sweet boy underneath me whose cock had shown me so much joy, hadn't cum! He said as much, gasping as his friend and I twitched our last spasms against one another. As always, these guys were up for a laugh, though. Ace said, "If at first you don't succeed, what do you do, Mr. Deuce?"

"Try, try again, Mr. Ace," said Deuce, who shifted, pulling his hot rod from me to tickle my lubricated anus with it. In a moment my colon was stuffed full of his flesh, and I was laying back on his powerful frame, with my legs spread open for his friend. 

I whined expectantly in my throat as Ace straddled us both on the low bench, once again offering his dick to my mouth, which I gobbled with pleasure. I knew it was up to me to get him hard again, so we could all three have the "Lois burger" they'd mentioned in the bar. By this time the inside of the van reeked with the stink of sweat, my fishy odors, and the pungent bouquet of fresh male cum. 

I was in heaven as his half-hard dick slid into my throat. Minutes later, though, it had regained its majestic length and he slid into my cunt, sandwiching me against his friend. The cum on my breasts squished between us and we were slippery. The gooey sounds that the guys' dicks made in me drove me absolutely crackers! I looked in the mirror and watched as cum I'd taken earlier in the day from other men, mixed with my fresh juices, squeezed out around Ace's cock and ran down my crack onto Deuce's balls. I slid forward and backward between them a thousand times until my vagina started contracting inside. God help me, Tom, I just fucked and fucked nonstop until I'd climaxed I don't know how many times, spasming around them, milking them, desperately trying to squeeze their cum from them. And my two lovers were extraordinarily good, gentle, and caring. 

Our session ended with me on the mattress, with my miniskirt up around my waist, soaked with semen. It was difficult for me to say goodbye to them. 

I'm tired now, just thinking about it. But I'm not sorry. I'll tell you in another letter about the guy I later gave a ride to, but not now. I'd had such great fun indulging myself on the Fourth. Unfortunately, the rest of my holiday story is rather painful. 

I so look forward to hearing your reaction to this...and the pictures.

With love,

Lois

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Dear Tom, 

Your last e-mail was so cryptic that my feelings are hurt. I know you're busy, but I wish you'd tell me what's on your mind. Aside from small talk, your note just said, "More snapshots! I'll explain later! I need more pictures!"

My question is, why? Until you tell me – forgive me – I'm not going to send any more photos. Besides, I had a dicey sexual experience that ended my otherwise great Fourth of July holiday and I don't want you to see the last pictures that were taken. I will tell you what happened, though, to see how you react. Maybe then you'll know why I'm being so guarded.

I did my best to clean up in the parking lot bathroom on that floor, combing cum out of my hair and wiping it off my face and body. The john was filthy and there was no toilet paper or towels, not even one of those cotton ones on a roller, so I just splashed water on my face and crotch and hoped they'd dry from the air. I drove around the corner – out of the lot – and saw a uniformed soldier with one arm in a sling, thumbing a ride. After I picked him up he told me he was staying with some student friends and was an outpatient at the hospital where I volunteer. My intention, given my sexually active day, was just to give him a lift home. I should have known better but – as always – I'm naïve and trusting. 

Anyway, he said he'd broken his arm the last week he'd been in Iraq, falling off a Bradley Fighting Vehicle. He said he lived in Idaho but had been routed through Walter Reed on the east coast, through our hospital for final check-ups. He was a big guy with a country accent – looking like a typical American boy raised on junk food – and must have weighed about 250 pounds on a 6'4" frame. He noticed my digital camera on the console and asked if he could take a picture of me. Well, I didn't look in the best of shape, but I let him. He looked through the view finder and asked me if I'd send him a copy to his e-mail address, which he said he'd give me later. I agreed. 

As we drove he finally asked if I had a dog. I said no, and asked him why. "Because it smells like a breedin' kennel in here," he quipped, looking in the back of the van at the bench, mattress, mirror, and mechanical devices that held wheelchairs. I countered by lying, saying I'd just given a ride to several sweaty soccer players. That didn't seem to satisfy his curiosity, and it made me nervous when he asked me if I'd played soccer with them too. I told him no and inquired as to why. Because my hair was wet, he said, and it looked as if I were perspiring. I looked down to see where his eyes were focused and saw a couple of rivulets of clear goo running down my left calf from my damp thigh. I'd splashed my pussy with water when I'd tried unsuccessfully to clean myself earlier. Worse yet, I'd been so preoccupied with getting cum off my crotch that I'd forgotten to urinate, and my nervousness was now increasing pressure on my bladder, which felt about to burst. I told him I needed to stop to pee, but he assured me we were close to his friends' place and that I could use their bathroom.

When we arrived I kicked off my shoes and hurried to the front door of the rundown bungalow, with him following close behind. Entering, he announced, "Lady in the house, guys, look sharp!" and pointed me in the direction of the john. The place was empty of furniture, except for a lone, dirty mattress on the floor of the living room, a desktop computer, and a few cardboard cartons, which a young, college-age kid in shorts and a tee shirt was packing.

At least these guys had toilet paper and a roll of paper towels in the bathroom! I couldn't believe the amount of cum that was still inside me from earlier in the day, and I would've killed for a douche. But, I was anxious to get home and take a nice, long, hot shower...maybe even a bath.

Back in the living room I introduced myself as Lois. Both my hitchhiker and his college kid friend acknowledged me with only the soldier giving his name, which was Sy. I looked around and he told me that his friends were moving out – they were already four days late in doing so – and that they'd be back soon after unloading their moving truck at their new place. His buddy began to dismantle the desktop computer in the corner. A word from Sy stopped him, with the admonition that he still wanted to use it before it was moved. 

I started to leave but was stopped by Sy, asking me if I wanted a beer or something. I declined, yet – fool that I am – offered to share the rest of the sandwiches I'd prepared for the day. Both of the guys leapt at the offer and the kid went to my van to bring in the basket. He also brought in the rest of my beer, accompanied by his three college-age roommates, who had apparently just returned from unloading stuff at their new place. Someone turned on the computer and rock music immediately filled the room. 

The sandwiches and beer were gone in a heartbeat, and I was ready to leave. I started to slip out with my basket and Sy snapped a picture of me...with my camera! He'd also stripped down to a tee shirt and his khaki pants. It was then that I realized his arm wasn't broken or otherwise disabled at all! This whole cutesy situation reminded me so much of college frat parties I'd been to years ago, Tom, that I was totally disgusted. I finally raised my voice and demanded that he give me my camera. The whole room turned silent...even the music that'd been playing was suddenly turned down. The kid who'd brought in the sandwiches and beer also made a big thing of giving Sy my tube of lubricant, which he'd obviously found in the back of the van. 

"Whoa," said Sy. 

Whoa? I thought, as I tried to grab the tube of jelly from him. I'd always thought (given the educated snob that I am) that "Whoa" was the sound of a barely post-Neanderthal male eliciting surprise. Angry now, I demanded that he return my camera and lube. 

I was right about the Neanderthal part, I discovered, as the slap across the face that he gave me nearly knocked me to my knees. As I shook my head, trying to get my bearings, someone switched the music back on and Sy grabbed me by the forearm, dragging me to my feet, while pinning my other arm behind me at the small of my back. He dug a hand between my legs, bruising my labia as he groped brutally for my vagina. I'll never forget his words: "Look, no panties, dudes! An' she was still drippin' cum when I ran into her!" Held in the air by his two strong arms, with my legs dangling like those of a marionette, he carried me to the bare mattress and dumped me on my ass.

All of the pent-up anger against swaggering bullies poured out of me in thirty seconds, Tom. I screamed at him, calling him a pig, a liar and a fake for impersonating a disabled war veteran. He just looked down arrogantly and shook his head, all the while he was unzipping his pants and slipping them off. As he dropped his drawers his four companions yelled encouragement when his meaty cock flopped out from his loins. Then he reached down – at first I thought to offer me a hand so I could get up off the mattress – and grasped my top at the neck to rip it open. My 36C tits bobbed out, their nipples stiffening, and the whistles and shouts in the room upped the sexual atmosphere to match the testosterone level. Sy's narrow-set, beady eyes gleamed as he stood over me and mumbled something about my skirt. 

"Git 'er skirt, dudes," he commanded, and two guys pushed me to my back and stripped me naked. One of them pointed out the semen tracks on my breasts that I'd collected earlier from Ace and Deuce, and they all giggled. Another of them turned the music even higher. At that moment I knew what was going to happen and – looking at the filthy mattress laced with old pecker tracks – I saw with bone-chilling clarity that this bunch had been down this road before. 

The next thing I knew, Sy's cock was in my mouth and he was fucking my face. The other four guys were all naked as well, pinching, pulling and poking at me while they barked at one another as to how each of them wanted to take me. My hands became full of stiffening cocks as I fought for breath around the huge meat of Sy, the alpha male of the group. And for some reason I complied with his thrusts, even as angry as I was. When Sy knelt on his knees, I dropped to all fours – releasing the cocks in my hands to the groans of two guys – and continued taking his thick dick into my throat; not only taking it, but moving my head back and forth rhythmically. And, when another guy knelt behind me and stirred his rampant prick into my gooey pussy, I spread my knees and arched my back more so that he'd have better leverage to drill into me even deeper. I was now being plugged at either end, rocking between two rapacious, well-endowed males, and getting a sick thrill from it. This may have started out as a gang rape, Tom, but in a couple of minutes I was as into it as any of these rosy-cheeked young college boys. I didn't just let it happen. I was going to show all of these white bread wusses how a real woman could fuck!

"Gimme the lube!" I recollect hearing through my hazy reverie. Then I felt some of the cold ointment on my rectum, shocking me enough to open my eyes. At that point Sy groaned, then shouted, gripping my head with both hands as he pumped shot after shot of thick cum into my mouth. I swallowed much of it and pulled off of him to hammer myself back onto the guy doing me resolutely from behind. Sy followed me, spewing his spunk from my hairline to my chin as he gasped to complete his orgasm. "Pictures!" someone shouted, and my camera flash began popping. "Aaangh...cumming!" yelled the guy behind me as I felt his steely cock jump several times and his hot liquid pour into me. I leaned forward to disengage and reached back to pull my butt cheeks apart, as his spasming barb bathed my ass with strings of clear semen. The room filled with catcalls and whistles and I actually gave them all a quick smile of triumph, which was snapped by the camera.

But the party had just begun, Tom. At Sy's direction, a young blond youth laid on his back with a handsome erection – already slick with my lube – which I was helped to straddle and take slowly into my ass. As I was pulled back onto the kid's chest, another eager beaver leapt between my thighs, which had been drawn back so that my knees were on a line with my armpits. He gored me to my cervix, painfully, and I turned my cum-drenched face to one side, gritting my teeth from the assault. For some reason, though, I wasn't going to let them know they were causing me any discomfort or insult. I would beat them, I thought, until yet another guy pinched my nose closed, forcing me to breathe through my mouth.

"Snake!...Snake!...Snake!...Snake!" they chanted, as this dude plied my open lips with the largest cock I'd ever seen. As the bulbous crown passed over my tongue I thought I'd just ingested a tennis ball. I was afraid that the corners of my mouth would crack and tear from his gigantic girth. All I could do was lick at him from inside and – out of desperation – jack him off with both of my hands, which I continued doing. All this occurred while the other two eager beavers humped away at my nether holes, with Sy taking the odd pornographic snapshot. 

Thank God this "Snake" freak was short of stamina, or perhaps it was because he seldom could find a woman to accommodate him. But after a couple of minutes he came in my mouth, which was stretched so widely open that I couldn't swallow properly, so that his torrent of cum just poured down my throat. I hacked and choked as it invaded my windpipe and he withdrew, thankfully, to finish by spraying his load onto my face and breasts. I continued choking and hacking, causing my internal muscles to spasm, which started an orgasmic chain reaction on the part of the guys embedded in my pussy and ass. They yelled like wounded animals as they unloaded inside me, also bringing to a climax a sympathetic buddy of theirs who was vigorously jerking off over one of my shoulders. As he spewed his spunk onto my face and hair, the ever-patient Sy continued snapping pictures of the cum bath with my camera.

I don't know how long they fucked me, nor how many times. Somewhere in my faded memory I remember Sy saying that each guy should have a shot at each hole, which would make fifteen loads that I absorbed. As late afternoon passed into evening they stopped and finished packing the few boxes that still needed to be moved. They also downloaded the contents of my camera into their computer as I lay covered with a sheen of spunk on the filthy mattress which they left behind. I awoke from a nap in the empty house, exhausted. The camera, plus the empty tube of my lube with its last stream dribbling from it, lay next to me. Much the wiser, I put on my destroyed clothes and drove home. 

Please write when you can, Tom. I've taken some time off to reassess my life and need to hear from you.

Yours,

Lois

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Dearest Tom,

Forgive me, please, for being such a fool, such a self-absorbed neurotic, such a foul-mouthed whore. Forgive me for sending all those photos of me with other men, feeling proud that I could finally impress you with my sexual experience...my arrogant, unthinking carnal worldliness. Forgive me for not questioning why you wanted to see me changed after college, "all grown up" and actually physically attractive. And forgive me for the most obvious – ignoring the reasons you wanted to see me fucking handicapped men. 

I got your last note and picture...the one of you in a wheelchair. I cried for hours after receiving it and, since I've taken an extended vacation since the Fourth, have decided that I'm coming to see you. I have weeks of leave time accrued and there's nothing holding me here that is as important as being with you. Besides, our HMO has a major facility a half hour away from you and – if things work out – I can always apply for a preferential transfer of employment. 

I had no idea you'd been in Baghdad. You, of course, are the perennial stoic and didn't tell me about that little piece of shrapnel that sneaked under your helmet and lodged next to your brain stem, causing those terrible tremors and disrupting your balance. 

I'm going to help you, Tommy, through the next many weeks that you prepare for your brain surgery (a Thalamotomy?). Consider me your private secretary, taking dictation for your columns, your cook, housekeeper, etc. I'll even edit your porno novel. Also (since you made it quite clear that your wound hasn't affected your sex drive), I'll be your lover if you'll have me. I'm disease-free, surprisingly, and I hope you'll find that I'm pretty imaginative given my late matriculation in the arts of love.

I'm putting all my stuff in storage up here and loading my van only with essentials: closet contents, a computer, digital camera and my sex toys. Though from what you've told me I won't need them.

In a few days I'll see you. You have my cell phone number and I have yours, so please expect to hear from me as I get nearer to you.

All my love,

Lois,

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