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Sarah's Journey Ch. 01

By: LordMhoram



Special thanks to my editor, Etaski, whose patience and pointers have helped knock a lot of rough edges off this story. 

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I consider myself to be well adjusted. I mean I dated in high school, made out in cars, lost my virginity to a boy under the bleachers at our school's football field one night. I experimented in college a little, though before my years there ended I did my more "interesting" explorations of my sexuality elsewhere. I had the money by that time to be able to leave my last class on a Friday afternoon and be in an exotic location somewhere else in the world in a matter of hours. I used my new wealth to set stages for myself, but otherwise kept that part of my life very much below the radar. No, I'm not going to discuss how I acquired money, but feel free to join my friends in speculation. It was done legally, quickly, and has absolutely nothing to do with this story. All that matters here is the freedom it grants me.

Anyway, my parents were good to me and got on well with each other. I was never abused or raped by anyone. My sex life was pretty "standard" at least until I was 21 or so. I am intelligent, popular with men, get along well with women... There really isn't anything extraordinary that I can point to and say, "That is why I do what I do", or "This event corrupted my thinking".

I think I'm more or less normal. I even have, and enjoy, regular though casual relationships with regular guys and, sometimes, a girl although I consider myself heterosexual. Being with a woman can be extremely exciting, and some of my best and strongest orgasms have been elicited by the fairer sex. Yet no matter how good it is, I still feel something is missing. I like dicks, but it is more than that. Well, let me put it bluntly. Forgive my language, but I just don't feel completely satisfied until I have been fucked. I use the word deliberately because, again, while I enjoy and prefer men, and being made love to is a wonderful experience (feeling a man cum inside me often triggers my own orgasm), I just don't feel totally satisfied unless I get fucked. Taken, used, dominated. Pick a verb. 

It is the primal, selfish behavior of a man using my body for his gratification that truly lights my candle. The juxtaposition of having such power as to be able to strip a man so completely of his civilized demeanor, to ignite such raw hunger in his eyes for my body, and yet at once to be so utterly powerless to that hunger I caused, to be overwhelmed by his strength, his hunger, his need. To be taken. Used. Some will say that is degrading, and perhaps it is. Yet it is so pure of motive, so honest. Then I truly feel like a woman. Powerful and powerless. Master manipulator of men; puppet to male whim. Intelligent, sophisticated woman; sex object and receptacle of men's seed and need.

The first part on its own is nice but unfulfilling. The second part in isolation is cheap and dirty and is also not satisfying. But get both the wonderful and the dirty in perfect tension; ah now there I found my true release.

I am sorry, I'm waffling. I guess I am nervous relating such personal details. Let me get on with telling you how I first came to experience that wonderful "perfect tension".

For some time I have sought ideas that might catch my interest and provide the right mix of control and submission I was seeking. I read erotic stories about women exposing themselves in various ways, and various levels of, shall we say, participation by the voyeur, and found myself excited by the things I was reading. I felt driven to explore and try to define what I was looking for, what I needed, and reading these stories certainly caused a tingle between my legs, so I resolved to try it and see what I could learn about myself.

I can afford to travel, and I never "poop in my backyard" as the saying goes, so I started my preparations by getting on the internet and looking at weather around the country. Seriously! I wanted fair weather and moderate temperatures so I could walk around dressed in the clothes I hand in mind without freezing or having to lug a heavy jacket around. And you really don't want to walk on ice with high heels. Well, it was too warm at the time to find ice on the ground unless I went up into Canada, but there were plenty of places experiencing low temperatures and high winds. I prefer to be nude under my dresses when practical, so walking across a windy parking lot with my arms loaded is not a great idea.

Anyway, I picked a city (it is not important to my story which one I chose), bought a ticket, booked a hotel and a rental (a humble Monte Carlo), then packed toiletries and minimal, practical travel clothes. I had half-formed ideas about what clothing I'd use, and the variations were considerable depending how my thoughts were flowing. I had fantasized about flashing before, and some of the more extreme cases required nothing more than a jacket and shoes, but also I pictured myself in total slut-wear like crotchless panties, latex micro-mini, skin tight see thru body suit; you get the idea. I hadn't decided what approach I'd take yet, and fantasizing about something like this and actually doing it are two very different things, so I figured I'd wait till inspiration struck and then simply go buy whatever outfits would work.

I had a lot of time to kill until my flight, several hours in fact, so I decided some exercise was in order. I am in great shape, but it takes work to stay that way, so... I have been doing martial arts since I was perhaps six years old, thanks to my Dad who thought it was cute. Well, I liked it, so as I got older, I stuck with it. It helped keep me fit and flexible. And while I didn't think I could pull a Bruce Lee on a roomful of men, I did figure I had a good shot at taking down one, maybe two average guys if I ever got assaulted. Anyway, I considered running through some routines, but I decided to go for a jog first and see how I was feeling when I got back. 

Decision made, I headed for my bedroom to change. I stripped down and tossed everything into a hamper then looked at myself in my full length mirror. I liked what I saw. My black hair had a healthy sheen, and its waves were full and long. My breasts were firm and, while I know some men like much bigger ones than my modest Cs, I had never had any complaints about my endowments. My waist was shapely with soft curves, and my belly was almost totally flat. My butt and thighs were nicely toned with not the slightest hint of dimpling. While turned to see my butt, I lifted up on my toes to flex my calves and was rewarded with seeing the muscle jump into the shape that so caught men's eyes. I followed the flow down as my legs tapered into my delicate ankles which looked so sexy captured by the strap of a good pair of high heels. I like my men to be taller than me for the most part, and adding 4" heels to my 5' 7" frame could make that difficult, but I really liked my legs and wouldn't change a thing even if I could. Panning back up, I looked myself in the eye. My amber, nearly gold eyes stared back at me. I knew my eyes were captivating to many men (at least, those who looked at me long enough to get to that part of my body), and combined with my hint of darker skin and thick, raven hair, gave me an exotic look I was very happy to have been blessed with.

I turned to fully face the mirror again, and my gaze settled on my crotch. I changed my pubic hairstyle from time to time, though I hadn't let it grow wild since the first time I took scissors and razor to it. Sometimes clean shaved, sometimes just a strip on my mons, and sometimes, like now, neatly trimmed to frame my sex without obscuring it. My labia minora reach about to the same level as my majora, so standing unaroused the crinkled edges of my lips were just visible. As I looked at myself, I wondered whether to leave it as it was, or maybe shave it clean. I chose to postpone that decision for now. 

Done with my self-inspection, I grabbed a scrunchy and whipped my mane of hair into a quick ponytail, then jumped in the shower. Washing then rinsing quickly, I toweled off then walked to my dresser and pulled open the drawer with my exercise outfits. I chose a white sports bra, and pulled out a sea green, full bottomed, french-cut leotard with short sleeves and pulled that on too. I grabbed a pair of white ankle socks and got my runners. Sitting on the corner of my bed I dressed quickly. Last I grabbed a little pouch with an elastic loop that fit snugly over my arm, put my iPod and house key into it, and slipped it into place on my left arm. I put the ear buds in, then fed enough of their cord under the collar of my leotard, and out the short sleeve, to reach and plug into the iPod, leaving the excess cordage to dangle around my back. I hit play and headed for the door.

Once on the street, the sun was warm on my face as I walked briskly about 200 feet to the corner, saw no traffic, and crossed to the adjacent corner where began an enormous park. I mean the thing was huge, almost like a nature reserve with paths running everywhere. I wouldn't know an acre if it bit me on the ass, so I can't relate the size that way, but you could lose yourself in the vast areas of trees, ponds, and gentle hills. If it helps, I am a very fast jogger; I almost never get passed (except briefly by some guy trying to show off). I figure I'm close to nine, maybe even ten mph, and it takes me just over 35 minutes to get all the way around the perimeter of the park. So that gives you, what, 5 miles? Ballpark of one and half square miles. There you go; "she's hot and smart too."

I did some fast warm up and stretching routines, then took off to do my circuit. I quickly settled into my groove, and the grass (I don't like running on the concrete path) was zipping by. I caught a flowery fragrance, and noticed a bed of little six-pointed flowers, cobalt blue petals with little yellow centers. For a while, I was thoroughly enjoying ACDC belting out Back in Black, but my thoughts kept drifting to my plans for the next several days. Thoughts of ways to indulge the exhibitionistic drive I have were not jelling well with my music, so I turned it off and pulled out the buds. Turned out to be an important action.

I had covered the first side of the park and made my first left turn when I stopped my music. I was about halfway down that side when I heard... Well, I thought I heard a woman scream. I came to a halt and listened, but for a long time all I could hear was traffic, birds, and my own blood rushing through my body. As I caught my breath, I was able to quiet down and listen better, but still I heard no repeat of the noise. I had just decided my ears were playing tricks with me when I caught another high pitched squeal that was unmistakably cut off in mid-utterance. Certain a woman was in distress somewhere in the thick grove of trees nearby, I agonized over what to do. My first thought was to summon the police to investigate, but I did not have my cell, and a frantic sweep of the surrounding area, streets, and nearby car park revealed no squad cars.

Torn with indecision, I knew I couldn't walk away, so I gathered my courage and headed for the trees. Like I said, I know various martial arts, but I harbored no illusions about being some kind of super hero. I was quite aware that there were men against whom my skills would mean little, and I had no idea how many might be assaulting that woman. In hindsight, I think I was being exceptionally brave. Stupid, but very brave.

As I got closer to the grove, I could more often hear quieter sounds, and occasionally more strained exclamations of a woman who was being silenced. My heart was now hammering through fear as I tried to move quickly but without too much sound towards the noises. Soon I knew I was close, and could see a thick patch of bushes and undergrowth which appeared to be the source of the noises. Creeping forward, I tried to find a path through the leafy barrier, when I found a tiny opening through which I spotted a woman on the ground. I could only see her head, but it was enough to see she was moving violently, was trying to call out, and was being muffled by an obviously male hand. It was also clear by the sudden jerky motions of her head that someone was ruthlessly fucking her.

Shit, I thought, what do I do? 

I moved around the bushes looking for a way in, and seeking something to use as a weapon. I found a sturdy branch on the ground. It was a little longer than I wished for, but I didn't dare try to break it shorter. I moved slowly on, and saw a break in the bushes. As I crept forward, I could see a pair of men's runners, obviously belonging to the man mounted on the woman. I wondered if I'd be able to spring into the small clearing, and whack him hard on the head without accidentally hitting the woman, or without him hearing me and maybe overwhelming me too. I didn't wait to think about it, and forced myself to rush forward, raising the awkward length of branch above my head as I went.

Stepping quickly into position, I began the hard downward swing I hoped would brain the guy long enough to rescue the woman and make our escape, when my brain registered several confusing things. The woman's hands, which at first glimpse I thought were fighting against the man, actually seemed to have fistfuls of his T-shirt and were pulling on it. Likewise, what I thought was her efforts to kick the man somewhere, turned out to be her desperately trying to hook his butt and pull him harder against her.

He wasn't assaulting her, they were merely fucking and he was trying to stop her making too much noise in her throes of passion. I froze with the awkward, stupid branch held high in the air, and with what I'm sure had to be a really stupid expression on my face, as the woman opened her eyes and saw me for the first time.

Her eyes opened wide in alarm for an instant, then crinkled at the corners as she clearly burst out laughing. Her partner was at first confused about what was happening to her, and taking his hand from her mouth, I could hear real concern in his voice as he asked, "Babe, you okay"?

It took her a moment to collect herself enough to tell him to look behind him. He did, and I watched a replay pretty much of the woman's reaction. He didn't laugh so hard though, and I noticed his appreciative gaze roaming my body. Nothing unusual there, but when I looked back to his girlfriend to see if she noticed his interest, she too was checking me out so hard I'm sure I blushed.

I'm no prude, mind you, it was just so utterly unexpected that it caught me off guard. Then the guy asks me, "Are you gonna use that thing?" 

I am still trying to catch up with my huge blunder, so his question confuses me a moment until I realize I'm still holding the branch. It's lowered now, but I still have a strong two-handed grip on it, and my feet are spread and braced like I'm ready to fight.

I break out in a huge grin myself, then standing up more completely, toss the branch aside. "Um, I am soooo sorry, really, I... oh gawd. I was jogging by and I thought I heard, well, you know, I thought you were in trouble, then I crept up close and saw his hand over your mouth, and well, you know, I jumped to the conclusion that, you know, he was, um, well you know...."

Now I felt embarrassed all over again, blushed anew, and buried my face in my hands for a moment. So it was I missed the meaningful look that passed between the couple, and then her smile and subtle nod to him.

As I raised my head and lowered my hands, they were both smiling me. The guy said, "Hey, it's okay. Look, I'm Tim, this is June..."

"Hi," I managed to force out, "I'm Sarah. Look I'm really sorry for barging in on you, I just...", and again I kind of ran out of words. Tim was raising himself up off of June, and I couldn't stop myself looking and seeing his very erect cock sliding out of June's very wet and open pussy.

"It's okay, really," said Tim, "we understand completely. Listen, sit down and talk for sec, let us show you we're okay with this." 

As he spoke, Tim grabbed my hand and pulled me down. I was slow to react and though I managed to avoid ending up sitting close to them, I did find myself on my knees. Shit, I had to get a grip on myself, I was so flustered and everything kept throwing me off balance. Now I was really close to this naked couple, with Tim's beautiful cock bobbing less than a foot away from my bare thigh. He was a bit more than average length and on the thick side. The sort of cock that was small enough you could let the guy go buck wild on you, but definitely big enough to hit all the buttons. God it looked good. Then I thought again of what it had just been doing and looked back at June's still-spread legs.

Then it slammed into me that I was kneeling there staring at their genitals, for God's sake. 

June saw my sudden discomfort, and rushed to me, giving me a hug and saying, "No no no, it's okay, really, I am so thrilled. You came to my rescue. That was so brave". 

While saying this she held me tight. There I was with this very attractive, naked woman, who's just-fucked-pussy I had been staring at, pressed fully against me. She had her left hand on my right shoulder blade, the right hand low on my back, nearly to my butt. Her breasts, not unlike my own in size and shape, were squashed against mine. A more intimate embrace than just a "thank you." Also, her skin was slick with sweat, as was mine still, and her left hip and upper thigh were sliding around against the inside of my bare right thigh, the crease of my groin, and my mons in a manner that was making my breath catch in my throat. 

I had my arms around her uncertainly, still having failed to shake off my confusion. Everything was flying at me so fast. From the moment I had leapt into their little clearing to now had been just a few short seconds, yet my brain simply had not caught up yet. My defenses were completely awry, and, damn it, felt good where she was pressing and sliding against me. 

I was again staring at Tim's cock when June pulled back a little, said, "Thank you" again, and kissed me. 

She was good. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and I opened up to receive her. Her right hand moved lower to my butt, grabbed it and pulled me harder against her. Now her left leg was firmly against me, and I could feel her pressing her own bulge against my leg and grinding.

I moaned into her mouth, dropped both hands down to her naked ass cheeks, and pulled her just as fervently. She rewarded me with a moan of her own. Any shred of resistance I might have mustered completely evaporated now, and I had no real reason to resist anyway, they were both very sexy, so soon I was grinding my own pelvis against her.

After a time of deep kissing, groping, and dry humping (though the amount of moisture between my legs belied that term), June twisted to her left, and carefully laid me down on my right side, then gently pushed on my left shoulder to make me role over onto my back. When my eyes opened and finally refocused, I was looking up at Tim's cock were he knelt beside me. He had removed his shirt, and sat there naked and stroked my face while June moved down my body and slowly pulled my legs open. I simply lay there looking with open longing at that cock while June started kissing and licking my inner thighs. She worked ever closer to my sex, slowly, slowly, and pushing my legs further and further apart until when her lips grazed my pussy through my leotard, my thighs were straight out to my sides and almost touching the ground.

When June's tongue pushed firmly against my clit through my clothing, my breath caught in my throat and I closed my eyes again. I don't remember doing it, but I had a grip on Tim's dick and was squeezing then stroking, over and over. My hand froze for a moment as a jolt passed through my body; a small orgasm had erupted and June still hadn't touched me directly. It passed quickly, and I tugged on Tim's cock, pulling it towards me. He obliged and moved around closer to my head, repositioned himself, and brought his cock towards me. 


Sarah's Journey Ch. 01



I titled my head back to meet his approach, and opened my mouth as his throbbing head reached my lips. He slowly pressed forward, and I felt his silky head sliding along my tongue till he reached my throat. Again he repositioned, and started stroking slowly, pulling almost all the way out of my mouth, then sliding slowly back until his soft head touched my throat. I moaned around his cock, sucking hard each time the head of his dick pulled back to my lips, swirling my tongue around the tip for a moment till he reversed and pushed it back in. I savored the feel along my tongue as the soft hardness of him slid into me.

June's attentions were getting stronger, and my hips were starting to move of their own accord. There was a fantastic heat radiating out from my clit, and I was sopping wet down there. Tim pulled his cock from my mouth then grabbed my Leotard at the shoulders and started slipping it down my arms and body. He got as far as my elbows where I had to help him get my arms out. With both arms free, I placed them on the ground and lifted my body off the ground so Tim could resume pushing the material further and further down my glistening body. He got to my hips with it, then as he sat up he caught my sports bra and smoothly slipped it up my body and off, then returned to his former position and his cock reclaimed its warm nest in my mouth. 

Meanwhile June took over my disrobement, grabbing the role of material on either side of my hips and tugging. I immediately cooperated and raised my hips so she could pull it on down my thighs. Then I dropped my ass back down and lifted my legs together so she could pull it completely clear. She dropped it quickly to the side, then I felt her take my ankles in a strong grip and slowly, deliberately, move my legs to the fully opened position they were in a moment ago. It was the same, yet it was completely different. With Tim fucking my mouth, I could not see anything much other than his balls, but I knew both of them now had a clear view of my spread, dripping wet, and very ready entrance.

Without warning, June's mouth was back at my pussy, and her tongue thrust into my body as far as she could reach. She sucked hard on me, pulling my clit and labia into her mouth while she continued to lick me inside with gusto. The sensation was incredible, and I was soon bucking uncontrollably against her mouth. Tim's manly scent filled my nostrils and fed my arousal as he continued stroking into and out of my mouth with careful, measured strokes. I caught a hint of the taste of his pre-cum, then June's mouth and tongue brought me to a powerful climax. My legs slammed hard against her head and squeezed as I came without control. I screamed loudly and was glad Tim's cock muffled the volume. June eased up, and let me calm down. 

As my breathing settled down, Tim restarted fucking my face with renewed vigor, and began pushing against the back of my throat with insistent pressure. I tilted my head further back, giving him a straight shot down my throat, then relaxed my muscles to make his passage as easy as possible. He noted the change, and my implicit approval, and when next he touched my throat, he held there, then started pushing slowly, slowly on. The pressure built gradually till suddenly he slipped past the constriction and was fully in my throat. He started carefully stroking now, and I had his balls bouncing against my nose, their musky scent again triggering powerful responses within me. Frequently he would pull back enough to let me take a few breaths, then push his full length back down my throat. 

That feeling of helplessness hit me as a vision of myself as a bystander might see me came into focus in my mind. I saw Tim straddling my face and fucking my throat with the full length of his cock, his balls bouncing around my nose. Gorgeous June with her ass in the air and face buried between my once again fully spread legs.

The image started another wave in my belly. Tim felt me stiffening and it had a clear effect on him, and shortly I felt his cock expand a little more becoming just that little bit harder. His thrusts, though still careful, became more insistent. God, male sexual demand turned me on so much. My stomach began trembling and quivering as the next wave rose up and crashed over me. Then another and another as June was relentless, stimulating my clit through the whole thing. I had tried to close my legs again but she was ready and managed to keep them at least a little apart.

After an eternity, I came back to Earth, and realized Tim had moved around between my legs and was gazing at my quivering and puckering sex; somehow he had not cum yet. Seeing him there, and his wonderful cock still wet from my mouth, I pulled my legs open and back offering him free access to my body. He smiled at me, then accepted my offer. 

He came up close to me, letting his cock rest on my mound as he shuffled as close as he could get. He was on his knees which he had spread wide to get himself close enough for his balls to touch my ass. With his "anchor point" set, he looked me in the eyes while I stared hungrily back into his. Holding my gaze, he slowly raised himself up and away until he was able to lower his dick into position. He gave me a few teasing micro thrusts, not even completely inserting his head. Satisfied I was wet enough for what he intended, he set himself, grabbed my hips, and with a momentary tension in his muscles, he suddenly released like a freed spring and slammed his full length into me so hard my vision blurred when his pubic bone rammed mine. 

I jumped with the sudden impact, but felt no pain. He was thick, but felt comfortable, and I was so wet his violent entry had met with no resistance at all. I felt wonderfully full for a moment, then felt him slowly withdraw until his cock was outside of me, just touching my lips, then he slammed fully back inside.

After 5 or 6 such strokes, after slamming home, he leaned forward and started grinding against me. He was stretching me, massaging me thoroughly inside, and rubbing my lips and sometimes my clit. It was glorious, and I closed my eyes savoring the sensations rapidly building towards yet another orgasm. He kept the action up, getting gradually stronger and faster. Stretching, rubbing, now grinding so violently that his movements moved his core far enough from my entrance to pull his cock slightly from my sheath, only to be slammed back in, then pulled out a little once more as he ground his hips the opposite way. I began gyrating against him to even further exaggerate his actions so his cock was almost slipping out of my body before ramming back in to be pulled from me the other way.

This time, my orgasm started deep inside me, and I threw back my head and growled out my declaration of pleasure as my sex flooded with my juices. I had lost the ability to swivel my hips with any control, now only spastically thrusting up, holding that, then snapping my hips back down, stopping in tension for a moment... up... down....up...down....

I was seconds away from screaming my head off when June covered my mouth with hers, and my primal scream was mostly swallowed into her mouth.

When I came to my senses, Tim was stroking in and out of me in a rather "normal" manner, and June was straddling my face, her pussy just brushing my lips, my nose tickling her ass. When I recognized how we were now positioned, I eagerly opened my mouth and began licking her pussy, savoring the tang of a woman, so different to a man, yet still so arousing. When June felt my tongue, she adjusted and pressed herself firmly against my mouth. Tim gradually started stroking hard and firmer again. I'm pretty sure he had still not come.

June leaned towards Tim and I think they were kissing. Another five minutes maybe and I could tell they were both starting to tense up. Suddenly they both withdrew from me. June quickly positioned on her back with her hips about level with my shoulders, then Tim grabbed my legs and flipped me over towards her. I got the intent immediately, scooted down a little lower on June and began eating her with gusto.

Tim came up behind me and started fucking me doggy style. He had a good grip on my hips and the strength of his thrusts suggested he wanted to cum now. I continued a rapid pace with my tongue on June's clit, and slipped two, then three fingers inside her and started fucking her in short, rapid strokes. I was soon rewarded with the view of her hips beginning to rotate and thrust, and a steady mewling sound from her sexy mouth. For the second time, I felt that thickening of Tim's cock; the urgency in his stroke telling me he was in the beginning stages of orgasm.

June's mewling had changed to a breathless grunting as her hands seemed to be searching for something to grab onto. The movements of her pelvis were getting jerky, and I knew she too was getting close. I was wondering which of them would come first. I slipped a fourth finger into her and was having to use my thumb on her clit as I was having trouble keeping my tongue moving anymore. Suddenly she stiffened and held her breath for several seconds. I could feel a subtle, deep tremor shake her whole body, getting rapidly stronger till suddenly the damn broke, she expelled her lungful of air with a loud yell. She started fucking my hand with such violence that I thought if my mouth was still down there she might have knocked out a tooth.

Tim, already building precipitously close, was pushed over the edge by the sight and sound of his girlfriend thrashing before him in uninhibited passion. I felt his very hot semen squirt into me with each violent thrust.

It was all too much for me and from nowhere a final orgasm rocked me, forcing me to bury my mouth between June's still thrashing legs to muffle my screams.

I don't know how much later it was, but the three of us slowly began to pull ourselves together. Once we were all sitting up, more or less, we exchanged looks, and we all broke out in grins like Cheshire cats. 

"I hope no one heard my scream," June exclaimed. "Nobody was muffling my voice when I came back there."

We realized she was right and nervously looked around for a moment, then shared a quiet laugh about it. Tim said, "Maybe Sarah's sister will run in here in a moment and threaten to protect the ladies."

We all laughed again, me with some embarrassment. "Um, I had a great time guys, but I have a plane to catch in a few hours, so I gotta go."

June and Tim both chorused thank-you's. 

"No, thank YOU," I declared. "I'm sure I had the most fun by far." 

I slipped my bra back on and collected my leotard but wondered about the mess between my legs. The 'tard had a gusset, but there was a lot of fluid still draining out of me, and it was spread all around my pussy and thighs. 

"Use our blanket," June offered.

"Oh no, I couldn't," I answered, thinking it a terribly rude thing to do.

"Don't be ridiculous," Tim exclaimed. "You can't walk or jog home like that, and it is what we intended to do before you came along."

As I looked away in renewed embarrassment, Tim came forward, hefted a corner of the blanket, and urged my legs apart. Amused and a little titillated, I obediently spread my legs once more, and he began gently wiping away our combined juices, first from my right thigh, then my left. Last he gently dabbed around my pussy to catch any drippage.

"There you are," he said, "should get you home ok."

"Thank you again," I said, then bent over and kissed him. 

I moved over to June, positioned so my back was square to Tim, spread my feet well apart then bent deeply to kiss June, presenting a superb view between my legs. My kiss with June lingered as I was enjoying both her mouth, and the thought of Tim enjoying a parting view of my goodies -- no pun intended.

I finally stepped back and pulled my leotard back on. It felt a little uncomfortable as the material pressed against my sopping pussy, but then I decided I liked the reminder of what I had just done. And if a little should leak out and run down my thigh on the way home, well, anyone seeing it could just eat their heart out that I was well-fucked and happy.

With a final wave, I stepped out of their little love nest, retraced my steps to the path, then turned back the way I had originally come. I felt I'd had plenty of exercise today, and it was far more enjoyable than usual.

With a huge grin that just wouldn't seem to stop, I picked up the pace and headed for home. I wouldn't say I found my "Perfect Tension" today, but damn I had fun!

To be continued... 



Sarah's Journey Ch. 02



Special thanks to my editor, Etaski, who continues to patiently help me raise the standard of my work.

Chapter 2 picks up a few hours after the events of chapter 1.

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I have a long standing rule of not messing in my own backyard, which is why I've flown to this city in the first place. Since I will be using my credit card and ID at the hotel, I view that island of real estate with the same rule.

As I pull into the driveway and stop in front of the entrance to the hotel, I see a valet spring out the door and head quickly in my direction. Mindful of my rule, I check that my hemline is sitting down where it should be. It's okay that he gets a good look at my legs, but I don't want him glimpsing my bare pussy.

I'm ready when he opens my door, and perform a maneuver I learned years ago; the valet enjoyed a very nice view of my legs, but remained ignorant of my pantyless condition.

I'm not trying to be tarty either. I just don't like bras digging into my flesh, and I find the site of a panty-line under a woman's dress or skirt to be very unappealing. I have never been a fan of pantyhose, and I only ever wear stockings for the same reason a woman wears lingerie; items designed for the sole purpose of enticing a male to remove them at his earliest opportunity.

A naughty smile flits briefly across my lips as I remind myself why I am here. In my mind I see pictures of much shorter skirts, blouses that are in various levels of sheerness, but that is for later. Never here in this, my self-designated "safe zone".

Turning to the valet, I dig in my purse for a twenty. "Thank you. I have only one bag in the trunk, and please keep my car handy as I will be going out again soon."

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll get your bag and keep your car right up front here." He smiles at me, and there is that glint in his eye that especially young men get after being treated to a good look at a woman they find attractive. Okay, the twenty I gave might have had something to do with it. I smile back and start heading for the foyer. I'm usually very open to such displays of appreciation as they make me feel good. I don't even mind the lewd catcalls and whistling that are pretty much a part of my passing any group of men engaged in an activity they consider manly.

I have often heard women spout off the cliché, "They only want one thing!" To which I always think, "Yeah, what's your point?"

Sorry, just a pet peeve of mine.

Anyway, I get signed in and the young bellhop carries my bag up to my room. He actually has a look on his face which is vaguely hopeful with a hint of lust. He's so sweet, and probably all of nineteen, if that. I reward him with a big smile and a thank you delivered in a soft voice with a twenty. His grin got bigger and his eyes were a little shiny as he stood there not knowing what to do. Not wanting to torment him, I quietly closed the door so he could collect his thoughts in private.

I had showered just before leaving to catch my flight, so all I needed to do now was freshen up. I left the hotel wearing a simple blue sundress with leather sandals and small black evening purse. I had been upstairs less than thirty minutes, so the same valet was still there. On seeing me step out of the elevator he waved and dashed out to bring my rental around. I gave him another smile, and another display of my legs as he held the door for me, then off I drove towards a huge mall I had noticed on my way in from the airport.

There were sure to be several shoe stores there, but my first stop would be for a dress as per the plan. Since it was now early evening, I was thinking about cocktail dresses, little black dresses, something that would be sexy and blend into the night.

Reaching the mall, I found a good parking spot, and headed inside. I had a rough idea of the type of dress I wanted. Probably short to make flashing easier, but otherwise not too revealing. I browsed through the first store I encountered but nothing really grabbed me, so I moved on. The second store I entered was also not working out. I mean, there were plenty of dresses I liked, but none seemed to match what I had in mind for when I experienced this tantalizing activity.

I was just about to leave when this gorgeous mini-dress caught my eye. It was red (my favorite) and had a draping style continuing all the way down to an asymmetrical, loose, and short hemline. The neckline was rounded and held up by a simple halter. The draping would hide even fully erect nipples, and the open back did not reveal too much. It was sexy and yet, except for the shortness, on the conservative side. I thought it was perfect. Dressing like a tart, people will expect you to behave like one. But with this dress on, they will look, but won't be expecting anything unladylike.

I grabbed one in my size and tried it on, performing the usual tests to discern how much bending or reaching I could do before exposing myself. I found I could bend to almost 45 degrees before revealing my intimate secrets; I pictured myself leaning on a railing or something while men walking behind me could stare without fear of me catching them doing it. Being a halter top, lifting my shoulders had a relatively small effect. Raising one hand, like to hail a cab, lifted the hem in a tantalizingly manner, but was safe. Both arms up, however exposed the bottom edge of my ass, and someone sitting might catch a glimpse of pussy... I guess I had best avoid getting involved in a hold up.

I kept it on and asked the girl serving me to clip the tags while I paid for my little Jovani mini-dress. She put my sundress in a store shopping bag, and off I went, feeling sexy and having the perfect excuse to go shoe shopping.

I made a deliberate beeline for the closest shoe store, then slowed and stopped. I was now faced with the imminent reality, and suddenly I was nervous about exposing myself. In the heat of passion, I could open my legs to the view of a new lover without problem. I had flashed myself accidentally, and accidentally-on-purpose on occasion, too. But those events were not the same as this. I could pretend they were accidents, and that makes a difference. I wondered if I could pull off a wardrobe "accident," or would I seem obvious?

A smile touched my lips, a smirk really, as I decided I'd ignore the fact that someone would be looking straight down my legs to my exposed pussy. When a store associate raises your foot to fit a shoe, you generally have to adjust with the movement to avoid exposure. It's automatic and barely rates any conscious thought. Like riding up an escalator, getting out of cars, strolling along elevated walkways... Especially when you are commando most of the time like I am, you build up a whole list of automatic actions, covers, and protections.

Anyway, my point is simply that, in this case, to give my attending shoe salesperson a good look between my legs, all I had to do was... nothing!

With the first anticipatory tingles in my nether regions, I continued towards the store, scanning inside to see what sales staff they had. I noted several women, as you'd expect, and two men. One looked to be pretty young, maybe a high school kid working a part time job, but the other was perhaps middle-aged, with hints of gray in his hair and a developing paunch. It was a no brainer to target him for my first foray into deliberate, close-quarters exposure.

I had stopped at the front windows of the store, and pretended to browse the displays while I watched for the guy to become available. The store wasn't too busy, and there didn't appear to be anyone obviously waiting for him to finish with his present customer, an elderly woman getting a new pair of sensible flats. When I saw her stand with a shoe box in her hands, I casually entered the store and made my way towards the back, ensuring I would intercept him while he escorted the older woman to the counter. As I approached I glanced up as though seeing him for the first time, and gave him a friendly smile. He was already smiling a little and brightened into a full smile as he welcomed me to the store. We passed by and I began to gaze over various displays of heels while figuring it would be about another 30 seconds until he offered to serve me.





Sarah's Journey Ch. 02



The street lighting was old, stylish cast iron poles, I guessed, though there were modern, bright bulbs in them. Old, sprawling oak trees, some of them enormous, were spaced along the walk, and a few hundred feet away I could see patio furniture, clearly owned by the cafe across the street, placed under the boughs of one of the larger trees. Most of the tree roots had buckled the brick cobbles around them to varying degrees. Not a place to go jogging, but the atmosphere was fantastic. There were almost no cars moving, though parked cars lined both sides of the street. Pedestrian traffic was modest, but mostly on the shop-side of the street.

I removed my heels before walking to the railing. Facing the river I remembered the image I'd had back in the clothing store, of myself leaning over a rail, and couldn't resist. I took a small step back. There was a sort of curb that ran below the rail, concrete and about six inches high with occasional iron gratings here and there just like you see along a street. I put my right foot on it and leaned forward, keeping my back straight. I placed my forearms along the top railing with my heels dangling loosely from my fingers. I knew I was exposed now, though I estimated anyone across the street would be too far away to be a problem. For now there was no one close by on the river side.

Looking across the river, which was rather wide, I could see the lights of the downtown area. Artificial light in every color imaginable danced on the water in chaotic mimicry of the electric jungle, and a gentle breeze played with my hair, teased my dress, and caressed my moist sex like a lover. In a different mood, I would have found all this intensely romantic, and indeed I felt a certain peace in my surroundings. But I was sinking into a more primal frame of mind. I felt myself separated from the "safety" of civilization so close, yet unreachable across the river. I was vulnerable and feeling disconnected. It seemed I was completely alone. My mind drifted.

The railing put me in mind of a bar in a dance studio, and I floated along on thoughts of dancing. My eyes were closed, and I stood up straight, held the rail in my hands and leaned back, stretching. Ah, it felt good. I moved forward against the rail, gazing across the river, rhythmically bouncing my belly gently off of the rail in time to the music in my head. It was for an old dance routine from my youth.

I was running the movements in my mind. I began little mimicry steps, a shadow of the dance. A little lunge forward, little steps back, a small lean to the right, then the dramatic plunge to the left. In preparation for that I had placed both hands on the railing. When it came to that moment, I flicked my left foot up onto the curb, my back very straight and my eyes looking off to my left. Then the snap down and left, both hands sliding in opposite directions, my head coming down to rest upon my left arm, and my left leg sliding far out upon the curb as my torso lay along its length.

I was shocked back to the present by a rapid series of whistles, catcalls.

"Would you look at THAT"

"Oh my fucking GOD!"

"Come dancing with US!"

I hadn't even realized there was anyone walking on my side of the street, yet now I saw a small crowd of men not fifteen feet away. Holy crap! I was bent flat, both my shoulders were raised, and I was practically doing the splits! Without thinking I had caused my hemline to rise to... Shit, I might as well have had my dress around my waist for all the good it was doing in that moment.

I jolted to a full standing position and turned toward them with a shocked and embarrassed look on my face. I couldn't help letting out an "Oh Shit!" as I looked out on that small crowd of men who had just seen everything I had between my legs at pretty close range. A thrill of fear shot through me as I wondered what they would do, which was followed by an almost painful tension in my belly as my pussy decided she wanted some action. I was shocked to think that, at some level anyway, a part of me wanted them to come over and take me.

What the hell was wrong with me tonight? I was honest enough to acknowledge the desire but it was quickly overridden by self-preservation. I wasn't ready for this, it was way too public, there were too many of them... I was in trouble and needed to get away now!

They had stopped and were looking at me. The comments had changed to invitations.

"Come on, gorgeous, come out with the boys tonight."

"We'll show you a good time."

"Come have some drinks."

And of course many dancing suggestions of the very lewd variety. Their mood was escalating fast.

Every woman knows you do not run. As much as you want to, as scared as you might be, you will trigger their predator instincts; it is like begging them to chase you. Muttering "Sorry," I turned and started walking as briskly as I dared in the direction opposite to where they had been headed.

They continued to call after me, but I kept going. Everything seemed balanced on a razor's edge. Finally, the deadlock amongst the men was broken as one of them firmly said, "Come on, let's go get a beer."

Several complained and expressed a desire to chase after me, but I could hear their voices moving away now. I glanced quickly back and saw they were all walking in the opposite direction.

As the tension finally eased, I laughed quietly, nervously to myself. The thrill of the adrenaline rush was just beginning to fade, but there was another powerful sensation right below it. Arousal. Wanton, uninhibited lust. I couldn't accept that. I had been in real danger, maybe I even came close to rape. It was outrageous to think that was responsible for my state of mind. But my subconscious kept forcing images of myself naked, held spread-eagled and bent over the railing, being fucked hard to the catcalls and encouragements of a growing crowd of men, all waiting their turns with their cocks in their hands... and I was moaning in ecstasy!

No! But my pussy kicked into overdrive. My fantasy images were pushing me so close to an orgasm as my breath became labored, and not from the exertion of walking so fast. My swollen lips rubbed against themselves and even my clit was stimulated by the motion of my legs. My erotic thoughts all evening combined with my flashing had my imagination in full flight, and now the fright by the river had broken my control and left my fantasies to run wild in my conscious mind.

I saw a side street to my right and crossed the riverside avenue, heading away from what few people were walking around here. Finally I couldn't stand it. Half leaning, half crouching in a dark and dirty recessed doorway, I spread my legs as wide as I could, dropped my shoes, and reached down.

As my hand touched my clit, the jolt of sensation made me jump and draw my breath in sharply. I could feel my pussy throbbing as my fingertips slipped over my lips then buried themselves deeply. Immediately Frantically I thrust three fingers into myself while my thumb thrummed over my clit. My breath exploded from my lungs then I gasped in a new lungful and held it. Explode and gasp. Faster. Faster. I threw my head back, my mouth opened in a silent scream. Closer, closer, until finally my orgasm burst forth, I wailed to the night, and the world vanished in a red haze of release.

I must have been a sight. There I was, covered in a light sheen of sweat in a doorway that afforded me little protection from view of the street. Yet I stood there utterly exposed and wanton. My feet more than three feet apart. My already short dress clutched to my navel in one hand, the other hand glistening wet, hanging limply at my side. My breasts heaving wildly as I tried to catch my breath. My head still thrown back and my mouth open.

Eventually, I regained enough composure to think of adjusting myself. I closed my mouth, too. With my left hand (the dry one) I got a wipe out of my purse (handy things) and cleaned my right hand, then thighs and pussy. Not a lot I could do about the latter since it was still throbbing with need and very wet, but the wipes had a cooling effect on my inflamed lips.

My mind reeled over my behavior, my thoughts, my responses. I had to admit to myself that I was actually fantasizing about being forced by those men. I understood I had been working myself up all day and I suppose I expected something extraordinary to happen. But the direction and raw power it just took shook me to my core. I determined to pull myself together, go to the hotel, and think about all this tomorrow.

Still feeling shaky, I put my shoes back on and started walking again. I didn't want to return to the boardwalk just yet so I continued up the street a little more, then turned left into a much smaller lane. My debauchery in the doorway had taken the edge off, but I was still in a heightened state of need. My mind was occupied with the overwhelming rush of experiences I'd had today when I saw a man loitering just ahead on the same side of the street.

There was a light mounted high on the wall across the lane from him, with a cheap, weak bulb burning naked while moths flirted with its heat. Below the light was a dirty set of three concrete steps leading to a battered, nondescript door. I could faintly hear the beat of music and guessed it was a club of some sort. An alley disappeared into the darkness right beside the club, and I could just make out two men in the shadows who seemed to be talking quietly.

Looking ahead again, the guy standing alone did not appear to be with those guys, but he was watching me approach. Of course, I moved to the edge of the broken sidewalk as I neared and kept a wary eye on him without appearing to look. I don't know if my need was coloring my sight, but when I took a peek at this guy as I passed, I almost stopped in my tracks. He was like a carved slab of granite! I mean, he was muscular, so very muscular, but not like a body builder. Not the classic bulges, and narrow waist, and exaggerated lats, and so on. Ugh, how to describe him!? There was something so utterly primal about him. His arms looked so hard that if you swung an iron bar at him it would go "ting" and bounce off.

Now I'm not a girl whose biological clock is ticking. I suspect the spring is broken or something, but whatever I just have no nesting instinct. I do however have a very functional mating instinct, and that was screaming EUREKA!

Somehow, I managed to keep moving past him, but my labia were still rubbing together, my pussy was still slick, and my baser instincts were going nuts to be let out.

What chance did my sensible side have?

Just twenty feet past him on the same side of the street, another alley ran into darkness, though I caught a glimpse of light near the end. I looked on ahead and tried, I really did, to keep going, but I stopped. I stood still except for the subtle trembling of my over-stressed nerves. I just froze for a suspended moment, then turned. He was watching me intently, and even this far away I could see the base hunger in his eyes change to a predatory alertness. The whole evening so far seemed to have conspired to rob me of a single shred of resistance.

One man was something I understood, a comfort zone to which I could cling. Dark alley be damned. My heart hammering, I started walking back towards him. Slower than before. I am very aware of the effect of my golden eyes and black hair. It is a vanity that I compare the image to a panther, and I do move with a feline grace. It is a fluid tension invoking a certain grace of movement, controlled yet also free, at once relaxed but also with a promise of explosive violence just below the surface.

My need was overwhelming me; it was a clear "come fuck me" look I gave to this tall, human rock as I backtracked to the alley and without pause turned and walked down it, keeping my gaze fully on his face till the brick wall he was leaning against obscured my view.

A few heartbeats, then I could hear his steps pacing me. I could feel his eyes burning into me, watching my toned ass, naked legs, bared back and swinging hips. My legs quivered so badly I feared they'd give out!

As I walked on I could see a chain-link fence ahead of me. It wasn't blocking the alley but rather appeared to enclose a lot behind the buildings. I could just make out the lights of the city through the branches of a tree and remnants of a brick building that still had some sections standing. Nearing the fence, I saw to my right just the flat, featureless expanse of the back wall of that building running into darkness, but to my left, the near wall ended a little short, ran for about ten feet, then again ran towards the fence to the same line as the other building. Then it, too, disappeared from view.

This odd feature presented me with a little corner in which I saw some old pipes and a kind of heavy wood shelf at a 45-degree angle to the walls. It looked to be the perfect height for a lascivious encounter, and the closer pipes in both walls would give me somewhere to put my feet. I almost lost my legs right there as the image inundated my mind, but managed to stay upright long enough to reach my goal. As a bonus, someone had taken advantage of the empty lot and erected a massive billboard high up on the wall. To my delight the flood lights were not mounted directly below it, but rather were on the ground inside metal cages. One of which shone rather well into "my corner."

I reached the corner and slowly slid my purse strap off my shoulder, hanging it on a convenient, rusty stub of pipe protruding from the wall. Then I turned around. The guy also stopped, letting his gaze sweep slowly over my body. I checked him out, too, though the light made it hard to see. He wore a leather vest, white wife-beater, jeans and boots. From the street, I remembered his hair was brown. His shaven face, like everything else about him, looked carved from stone. I mean, it was expressive even though I got the impression this was a man who routinely hid his emotions, but it just looked like breaking a brick across his nose would only piss him off.

Then he moved. Slowly, very slowly towards me until he was so close I could feel the intense heat of his body. Hell, he was like a radiator. Up close I got a good idea of his height, maybe 6' 3". He grasped my wrists and moved my arms out from my body, then to shoulder height, and finally straight up in the air. He let his hands slip partway down my arms until he stepped back, leaving me in that position. He took a few more steps back, towards the light this time, then shifted slightly to his left to let the flood light illuminate me. It was bright enough so that I could only make out his silhouette, while he could see me plainly, including my now-revealed pussy.

"Turn around."

The first sound of his rich, rather deep voice startled me. I did as he said, keeping my arms in the air, and slowly shifted my feet till I was facing into the corner. He was taking his time, and his control surprised me. I had expected, in fact was vaguely concerned, that he'd just tear my dress off and take me. An extremely exciting thought to me at present, though the problem of the destroyed dress would be difficult to resolve.

"Bend over, lie on the table, and spread your legs."

His command sent shivers through me. I think I was becoming addicted to that wicked sensation I felt when exposing myself "inappropriately." Once prone on the bench, I inched my feet out, a little at a time, first one then the other, then a little more, just a little wider, teasing both of us. When I was spread as far as I could manage, I rotated my hips, thrusting my sex backwards, into the light, and into his view.

He left me in this position for quite a long time. I was feeling a powerful urge to look over my shoulder, but I resisted for some reason. An instinct told me he wanted me to keep still, but I was going to scream if he didn't fuck me soon!

"Good," he said, seeming to acknowledge I was being obedient. Another, shorter pause, then, "stand up, then turn and face me."

I did that, feeling very pleased with myself for guessing right. My arms were down at my sides now, and I was a little surprised when he stepped forward and raised them again instead of telling me to do it. Then his hands trailed down and stayed in contact with my body, lingering around my breasts, then drifting further down, stroking my thighs, then coming back up, hooking the hem of my dress as they came.

Still very slowly, I felt his hands brushing along my sides as his thumbs retained control of my dress, sliding it up higher and higher, over my hips, his hands just brushing the edges of my breasts as my dress caught very briefly on my nipples, then suddenly jumped past. On past my shoulders, then sort of blindfolding me.

He paused at this point.

I was naked, under his complete control, and blind. I was panting with need and a little scared. Then he kissed me. Nothing soft, or sweet. He simply lifted my dress just enough to expose my mouth then pushed hard with his lips against mine. It was a bruising, harsh, hungry, demanding kiss. Not clumsy at all, simply insistent, hard, taking with or without consent. I melted into it. I couldn't keep my knees locked and I started slipping down, but his hands already resting on my arms clenched suddenly like iron shackles.

He lifted me slightly back to my original position, seeming to use no more effort than I might expend holding a pillow aloft. I felt helplessness, joy, surrender, lust. "DAMN IT, FUCK ME!" I screamed in my mind as I whimpered and moaned into his mouth. I was completely out of control.

He broke the kiss and completed lifting my dress off my body. Then he did the oddest thing. He removed his vest without putting my dress down. He spread the leather over a rusty, dirty 44-gallon drum standing upright close by, then carefully placed my dress on top of it.

The unexpected act of courtesy seemed so out of place, and I thought, "You find chivalry in the strangest places and circumstances."

I kept my arms raised, and once more he moved to a spot several feet away and just looked at me, standing naked in an alley under a spot light while a total stranger inspected me. My body was humming with desire! This time he soon returned, and began to explore my body with his hands. He told me to part my legs. I did, relishing the feel of his fingers against my pussy. Like his kiss, his exploration was harsh, not quite painful, but brooking no rejection or delay. I locked my arms around his neck and hung on desperately for support. I was utterly in his control, and we both knew it. What's more, I accepted it. Wanted, needed it! I felt his need, his demand, and it resonated deep inside me, and enfolded me, trapped me. I was lost to him.

Abruptly he lifted me onto the platform, seated me on the edge. His lifted my left leg and pushed it away, guiding my foot to a short section of protruding pipe. He did the same with my right, finding a section of broken plumbing to wedge my foot into.

Now my legs were spread very wide, my knees back and high.

"Lay back on your elbows, throw your head back, and arch your back" he commanded next.

First glancing behind me to check my clearance to the wall, I complied and noted I could lie down flat without fear of hitting my head on the wall, even while being violently fucked, as I was sure I would soon be. The wooden surface did not extend that far, however, and if I did lay back completely, my head would be unsupported.

He was quietly, patiently observing me, my vulnerability and exposure striking more chords deep within my sexual id. My urgency for his body was driving me to the edge of control and beyond. I was about to do something, anything, to relieve myself, when I finally heard him move. He seemed to be very close to me as I heard the telltales of a man undressing. The sound of his zipper, the clink of his belt. The sound boots make as they are pulled roughly off of feet. At last. Yes, yes, yes, YES!




Sarah's Journey Ch. 02



My only warning was the brush of warm air across my lips as he exhaled right before making contact with my sex. In the next instant, he buried his face between my legs and went at my pussy like a starving man served his favorite meal. I gulped in a huge breath and held it till I was bursting, then expelled it in one, long, drawn-out wail as I thrashed under his mouth. A hint of stubble on his lip grazed my clit, sending a massive shock through my body. I stiffened into a rigid arch and forced a growl through clenched teeth as an orgasm overloaded my body.

I discovered I was now flat on my back with my head hanging down. I was seeing stars. I rose up and glanced down, but all I could see was his head and the massive chunks of rock that were his shoulders as he continued to eat me. I couldn't take it! But my legs wouldn't work, and my hands, trying to push his head away, were about as effective as if he were a mountain. Finding it impossible to move his head, they blindly sought something to grab so I could pull myself away from his gloriously torturing mouth.

My eyes were wide open but unseeing as the climactic pressure built again. I was gasping for him to stop, finally finding my voice enough to yell, "Stop, stop, no more, stop, please...nooooo!"

Yet my hands were against the brick walls, pushing my body with all my crazed strength against his invading tongue and lips. I was certain I was going insane as another orgasm ripped me apart, shredding my conscious thoughts.

Finally, oh God, finally he slowed, lightened the pressure on the strokes of his tongue and lips, allowing me to ease down from my high. I was sweating freely, breathing rapidly, and as I struggled to raise my head, I saw him feasting his gaze on my glistening breasts as they quickly rose and fell. His head lowered fully between my legs again, and in panic I found the strength to lift myself back to my elbows and prepare to protest. But he only kissed my wet flesh several times before slowly standing.

For the first time I saw his cock, and it was beautiful. More than average length, very thick and with the same impression of hardness as the rest of his body. I hungered for it. Standing, his body blocked much of the light but as my eyes adjusted I could make out more of him. Lightly haired, his chest looked like twin granite mesas, and his waist was thick and rock hard. Everything screamed primal strength. If you dressed him in animal fur boots, a loin cloth, and placed a massive ax in is hands, he would not look out of place.

My eyes had almost adjusted to the darker circumstances, so I was able to take in more detail. Especially I fixated on his cock as the weapon was brought inexorably towards my pulsating pussy. I stared at his spongy, broad head, the thick shaft supporting it and the veins bulging along its length. His balls were a good size and hung low. I could feel another orgasm starting to gather merely watching the approach of his organ, yearning for him to slam that thing into me hard. Just as his glans met my lips, however, I caught movement, barely discernible, in the shadows behind him.

Then my thoughts shattered as that pole drove into me hard, fast. Stopping only when his pubic bone slammed into mine, and his balls came up and slapped my ass. I felt almost too full. He pulled nearly all the way out and slammed me again, and again, and again. My pussy was cramping down so hard on this intruder I was sure he would be expelled from my body, but I should have known better. The power of his thrusts would not let him be denied, and his cock was like unyielding steel. It took every ounce of strength I had, and my arms were quivering with fatigue long before he was done, but bracing them against the walls and locking my elbows was just barely enough to keep my body from jumping further and further away from his stroking jack hammer. An errant thought, a feeble caution tried to get my attention, but I couldn't focus on it; didn't want to. Something about shadows, but it wasn't important....

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhnnnngnnggggg."

I don't know if I had a bunch of orgasms, or just one long one that just kept cresting over and over. Hell, I couldn't have told you my name. All I can say is that I was beyond exhausted when he finally came, and while I don't think he lasted more than about 10 minutes, I really don't know. He was almost as wound up as me when he first entered me, and I'm impressed he got past 10 strokes.

But I was feeling exquisite, wonderful. Sated like I hadn't felt in, well, had I ever felt this completely well fucked? He was supporting his weight, but was now leaning over me, lightly resting his head on my breasts, and my arms were wrapped around his neck and head to encourage him to stay there for a while. He was still inside me, still more hard than not, and he occasionally twitched which sent micro shocks through my abused nervous system. I felt so deliciously bad, out in this public place, in dingy surroundings with this primitive, yet confusingly chivalrous man. Lying there on this impromptu fucking platform, my legs still spread wide in open invitation. Hell, anyone could just walk by and...

FUCK! A fresh shot of adrenaline coursed through my veins. My heart, almost quieted, went into overdrive once more. My eyes opened wide and I strained to see into the darkness.

And saw them.

I was certain that they were the two from the alleyway, and there were two, no, three more standing back just a little further. No doubt in my mind now, they had been there the whole time.

I pushed ineffectively against the man on top of me. "Hey," I whispered harshly right in his ear. "There's a bunch of guys standing behind you!"

This man was huge, but I wasn't sure if even he could handle five men at once. And what if they were armed?

Seemingly without a care in the world, he raised himself up a little and looked over his shoulder. "That you, Fats?" he called.

"Yeah, Duke, me and the boys," he replied. The man who spoke was the larger of the two whom I'd seem standing in the alley. Not as tall as Duke, but still north of 6'. True to his name, he was carrying a lot of weight, but somehow seemed to carry it well. "Looks like you've had yourself a hell of a night. That's gotta be the finest piece of tail I've ever laid eyes on, and I've seen some lookers!"

"Thank you," I blurted before I could stop myself, then felt a little warmth. My inner slut was not back in her cage yet. Making things worse, Duke, who was still far from flaccid, started moving inside me with short, slow strokes.

"She is one very hot woman. Can't say I've ever had better." Then, more to me, he added, "I mean that."

I smiled, taking the compliment as genuine and liking it. The sensations of his cock movements were starting to work on me, and without really thinking I began to respond, rolling my hips forward to meet his soft thrust, back as he withdrew.

I suddenly realized what I was doing, now with full knowledge that his friends were there. I almost stopped; almost. But, holy crap, it was starting to excite me that I was being watched. Being fucked again now by Duke in front of his friends fired off my imagination, and I felt the first twinge and gush of fresh lubrication.

Duke must have felt it, too. "Ah, darlin', I ain't 18 no more," he said with an affected drawl. Then more seriously, "I sure wish I was, because I would so like to fuck you again. You are ready for more, aren't you?"

Thinking I'd just surprise him and use my charms to get him aroused again, I increased the motion of my hips, squeezed my pussy hard on his cock, favored him with my smokiest bedroom look and simply said, "Uh huh."

His friends were closer now and had picked positions to give them good views of my body. Without shame, I gracefully raised my arms above my head, hooded my eyes; I took in a deep breath, and let it out in a long, deep-throated moan, wiggling my entire body seductively, keeping my pussy slowly rotating and massaging his cock. I thrust my breasts slowly, invitingly towards his face.

All the men wore ear-to-ear smiles and obvious bulges in their pants. The most honest compliment a girl could have. I felt very good about myself in that moment, very sexual, very powerful, very feminine.

Duke was smiling hungrily at me. "Babe, I can see you need more good fucking, I can feel your heat. But old Duke is done for a bit. Don't fret though, there are five guys right here who are very willing to stoke your fire, and I can promise you, they won't disappoint."

At first, what he was saying didn't make sense. Sure, he could fuck me again, I wanted him to.

Then I realized he was offering me to his friends. Well, that's not right, he was recommending their "services." Oh shit! He wants me to fuck his five friends. Five fucking complete strangers, six really, if you include Duke. No fucking way.

Well, I mean, I couldn't, could I? Well, of course I could. But should I? No, of course not. I mean I was still so fucking horny, it would be great. Holy crap, I want them now. But there are so many, and I felt panic rising up.

Oh shit, what do I do?

I think Duke almost followed that argument as the emotions played across my face. He considered me for a long time before he said, "The choice is yours. No one is going to force you. I can see the hunger in your eyes, but I see hesitation, too."

He paused, watching me, as I cast about my mind for words, for an answer. I was scared, but yet I hungered so badly. I couldn't make myself say it, though.

Memories of events at the river flooded my mind. Once more I saw myself naked, spread, and used repeatedly. The same overwhelming excitement and terror rampaged through my mind. Then I focused back here, to these men; and Duke. A very similar excitement filled me with lust, but now there was little fear. Duke's presence seemed to reassure me that this would not get out of control. I was safe, protected.

"Cat got your tongue?" Duke once more shocked me with his perceptiveness. He smiled down at me. "Okay, let's do it this way. When I pull out of you, if you want this to stop, just get off that table. If you want to proceed, then lay back down and leave your legs spread in invitation."

His words, his manner, his perceptiveness, all reassured me he will watch over me.

About then, I felt Duke tense his muscles then raise himself off me completely. He stood between my legs, looking down at me a moment, before finally, slowly pulling his flaccid cock out of me. As I watched him move away, I raised up on my elbows, and brought my knees as close together as I could while leaving my feet in their improvised stirrups. His departure left me suddenly vulnerable, exposed in a new way, and a rush of fear flared up. By the disappointment evident in the body language of the other guys, I could see they figured I was going to get up, but continued to watch as I moved no further.

I locked my eyes on Duke and for several seconds just stared at him. He seemed so dangerous, so unpredictable. He made me feel safe. My lust and curiosity won.

Slowly, I lay back down, letting my head fall back. I raised my arms above my head and placed my hands near the wall, ready to brace myself. Last, I deliberately opened my legs as far as they would go, which is to say the guys had complete, unobstructed access to my depths.

A thread of fear still thrilled through me, but it only added spice to the experience. I heard one of the men come close. A belt buckle, a zipper, the rustle of heavy material. A shock went through me as a hand pressed on my mons, and a moment later I felt a cock pushing at my entrance, easily sliding in. That wonderful feeling of being filled washed over me again, this time spiced with the illicitness of being taken by a stranger, heightened further because I could not see him.

By the sounds of his subsequent moans and grunts, I'm pretty sure it was Fats who was fucking me. He got a good grip on my thighs and, without further ado, began pumping as hard and as fast as he could. It wasn't the mind-blowing experience Duke had put me through, but it was good, solid, orgasm-producing fucking.

My hands were braced against the brickwork, and my tits were bouncing and surging in time. I came after maybe five minutes, and as I thrashed hard against him I triggered his orgasm, relishing the sensation as pulse after pulse of his cum shot inside me. He finished with powerful, stuttering strokes, not as hard as Duke, but still enough to rattle my brain. He didn't linger, but as soon as he finished spurting inside me, he pulled out, and the next guy promptly took his place, got his cock inside me, and fucked me hard.

This was so very wrong, but it was playing my fantasy well. I was going crazy thinking about five strangers fucking me. I kept my head back so I couldn't see the man inside me, and oh-my-fucking-God that anonymity drove me nuts. Each cock felt a little different, had a slightly different texture, but all felt great as they raged in and out of my pussy, hammering against my pubic bone. One of the guys was rather on the long side, and I was grateful for all the foreplay and heavy sex that preceded his entry. He stretched my back wall, and I loved it. I laid there, in public, while I was anonymously gang-banged.

Not just five either. Duke finally came back for more, and, working my clit well with his thumb, brought me one more orgasm. I think all the men found the situation extremely erotic, too, because four of the others came back for seconds, and only Fats proved to lack the stamina for an encore performance. Though I didn't have any more orgasms during the second round, it still felt glorious, and most important, when it was over, I did not feel regret. I was feeling pretty sore, but there was no guilt, no bolt of lightning. It had been an awesome experience. And I couldn't help smiling to myself when I realized I had only been in town one night so far.

I don't think I achieved the perfect tension that I am seeking, but tonight came wonderfully close. Shocked at my own temerity, I knew for sure that I was going to keep trying.

I was grateful when Duke helped me up. The others were heading back up the alley when I managed to find my feet. I was so wobbly I had to brace myself against the board.

I finally sought out my purse, and grabbed several wipes. I was truly a mess. I mean, by the end my ass was marinating in cum mixed and thinned by a generous amount of my own juices. It was all the way up my crack and my lower back, my entire pelvic region was slick with it, and my thighs... I know a guy only produces maybe at most a tablespoon, so even six guys aren't gonna produce rivers, but somehow the stuff seemed to be everywhere. It took several more wipes to clean up.

When I was finally ready, Duke handed me my dress and "helped" me put it on. That is, he stopped it above my tits while he sucked each nipple, then turned me around as he slowly let it fall towards my belly, letting his hands guide its path all the way down till he held my sore pussy cupped in his hand. I leaned back against him and sighed at the feeling. I still thought he was more like an animated statue than a flesh and blood human, his muscles where that hard. So was his cock, I recalled with a self-satisfied smile.

I turned in his arms, tilted my head back and offered my mouth for a kiss. He obliged, and it was rough like before but without the demand. Gentle for him, I think. It lasted a long time, and felt so good with my whole body pressed against the unyielding mountain before me. Finally he broke the kiss, and said with a huge smile, "I'm Duke, by the way."

"I'm sated and going home," I evaded with a grin.

"Can I see you again?"

"I'm not sure," I answered. "The chance nature of our meeting was a big part of why it was so good. I wouldn't want to expect that again and be disappointed."

He grinned at that. "Good point, but that wasn't all that was great about it, and I promise you I could spice it in new ways."

Oh, but I felt a brand new twinge between my legs. Uh huh, more rounds with his "friends," I bet. Exciting possibilities were flitting through my mind. But my mind was moving in a different direction. "We'll see. I admit I'm intrigued, but I don't want to promise you."

"Fair enough," he answered, giving me one more, quick kiss. He reached into a pocket of his vest, pulled out a card, and handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow at that, but dropped it in my purse without looking at it. This had been a great experience, but I couldn't see how repeating it would get me closer to my goal. Then he turned me a round and with a smack on my ass sent me towards the alley. As I walked I checked the time and was surprised to see it was after 1am.

The other guys were nowhere to be seen, so I turned left and headed along the street, taking the next side street back towards the riverfront. I had a ways to go to get back to my rental car.

It gave me time to think about everything that had happened tonight. I replayed my foray with Duke and his friends, relishing the sensations I remembered, and the brand new sensations the memories were starting to engender. Rewinding further, I recalled my performance in the doorway, and actually laughed out loud at myself. Well, at least it prepared me for the neighborhood toughs, right?

Then I remembered the guys at the boardwalk. I remembered my fear that things would get out of control, that I might get hurt. Then I remembered the images of being raped by that crowd, how excited that got me, how insistent, persistent the thoughts were, refusing to be pushed aside; how they drove me to my shameless behavior in the doorway.

I didn't miss the fact that having Duke close by made a big difference, but also, the alley was very isolated compared to the open riverwalk, and there were not so many men. I understood that Duke allayed much of my fears but there was more to it. There were things that drew me to fantasizing about the riverwalk that I wasn't able to understand yet.

I knew I wanted to learn more about myself though. I knew I wasn't going to stop.



Sarah's Journey Ch. 03



Author's note: The beginning of this series represented a number of challenges for me, one of which was writing the story entirely in the first person. However, I find that I want to introduce more information than Sarah can know, especially the thoughts and impressions of certain transient characters, thus making it possible to juxtapose her experiences with those of others. So with this installment, I introduce some splashes of third person into the mix. For those who have been reading the series so far, I apologize if this change upsets the flow, but I hope it deepens the enjoyment for you, my readers.

Special thanks again to Etaski for editing and supporting my prurient efforts.

Chapter 3 continues a few weeks after the events of chapter 2.

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I was keyed up, alert, and ready for it, but still the attack came so hard and so fast that I barely saw it. The power of the blow knocked me literally off my feet, and only my years of training prevented me from being hurt badly by the fall itself. Even so, I saw stars as my breath was knocked from my body. I had thrown out my arms to the sides, and my feet came down wide at the same time, breaking the fall. Still, as I lay there dazed, my arms flopped uselessly down to the floor, and my naked, sweaty thighs fell open. For several moments I didn't even care that about a score of men were standing around looking at me, and I didn't even know were my assailant was standing just then.

The thought passed through my mind that it usually takes a series of three mistakes to get myself in such an unfortunate predicament. Before I proceed with my story, let me back up and tell you how I got here.

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Still very much in the middle of my 'journey of self-discovery', I maintained my room at the nice hotel where I could enjoy the luxurious facilities whenever I needed them. I also spent a great deal of my time, especially nights, at a roach-motel in an "appropriately seedy" part of this town. Anything I needed I pretty much had to go buy.

I had found a good gym that boasted a little Chinese guy who called himself Jimmy Long (though he was a good inch shorter than my 5' 7") and ran a regular Jeet Kune Do school which I had already attended twice. I found I had a paucity of sports gear to wear so I went shopping.

One of the leotards I bought was a very light brown; for me, almost flesh-colored. I knew it would give me a bare look, but I'm not sure what I was thinking at the time I chose it. I guess I had some vague idea in the back of my mind, but I really gave it no real thought. It wasn't a mistake per se, just a possible waste.

The first mistake I made was deciding to wear it today. I mean, really, I had no reason to do so. It was Tuesday and I was going to the gym about ten o'clock. At that time there would pretty much be only women there, so it wasn't that I meant to flirt, and the JKD school did not have classes at that time. Moreover, the hems of the leotard were almost invisible; it was made more like a body suit excepting only that it was not in the least see-through, but the whole effect really did look nude at a glance. It had a full bottom and was cut high on the sides. Short-sleeved with a round neck. Short thick socks and comfortable runners completed the outfit. My legs I left bare; I had no reason to think I'd have to worry about guys staring at my crotch today while I did leg lifts, so I really hadn't seen a problem.

Of course, we know Fate is a fickle Lady, and Her brother Murphy is ever looking for ways to make things go wrong. I arrived at the gym to see far more cars in the parking lot than there should have been. As I pulled in, I saw a sign advertising some special sing-up offer for the JKD school combined with a gym membership. Apparently it was working, as the place was busy if not packed. I parked my car but just sat in it reconsidering.

Hell, you know what, screw it! So what if some guys get their jollies watching for a gap between the fork of my 'tard and my pussy. Not really what I had in mind today, but I'd be damned if I'd be scared off because of it. Besides, I figured if I went back home thinking to get changed I'd just stay there. Thighs and butts don't tone themselves, right? With that thought, I climbed out of my car and headed inside.

Strike two.

Remarkably, it seemed like the session would be more or less uneventful after all. I was getting more looks than usual, more leering, but nothing really creepy. One or two dirty looks from a couple of women. No biggie.

Even the time I spent doing weights went okay. Lying on my back with my legs parted either side of the bench while doing pectoral work did result in a mysterious need for dumb bells from the male patrons. I'm sure the fact that the weights were stored directly opposite my bench had nothing to do with that phenomenon. To their credit, they all tried very hard to be discreet. At least, they thought they were being discreet, and that effort on their part kept their presence from bothering me.

I neared the end of my workout, thinking I had "gotten away" with my poor choice of attire, when I felt someone standing close behind me. This was my last exercise, a set of lat pull-downs, and all that would remain was stretching and cool-down. Crap, I had almost made it cleanly through my session. I finished my set and turned, ready to fend off whatever line was about to be delivered, when I saw it was Jimmy Long.

"Hi Sarah," he said.

Ah, in case you are wondering, yeah, I used my real first name here. You see, this wasn't my first rodeo, and I had learned that my first name didn't give anything really dangerous away. At the same time, it prevented those awkward little mistakes like forgetting what name you had made up. See, keep to the truth as much as you can, and you have less to remember and less chance to screw up.

"Hey Jimmy. I see you have classes today."

"Yep. Special promo deal we got going this week. Package deal between my school and the gym. But listen, I came over to ask you for your help. You are one of my most advanced students, and it would really help me a lot if you'd come over for a few and help me do some demonstrations."

Oh shit! If my outfit was wrong for gym, it was really a major bad idea for sparring with a room full of guys. I really didn't think this was a good idea. "Jimmy, I'm really not dressed for sparring."

"Come on Sarah, you look great, and it would mean a lot to me. Just a few short bouts, and I'll owe you big."

I liked Jimmy, and I wanted to help him. I've been doing this since I was six, so I guess I could make a professional demonstration. It was really hard to say no. So I didn't. "Okay Jimmy, just for you," I said with a slightly irritated edge just to let him know he really would owe me a favor.

"Great, come on, let me introduce you to the group."

"Whoa, let me grab a water real quick. I'll be over right behind you, okay?"

"'Kay. Don't be too long." With that he hurried off towards the training room.

And there was the hat trick, folks. Third mistake was the charm.

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John, or Big John as his friends called him, was truly a large man. At 6' 2", he was about two-hundred and thirty pounds of hard muscle. He was an impressive sight, and he knew it. Recently moved to town, he had looked for a gym before he even chose an apartment -- a man had to keep his priorities straight -- and he liked the setup here. He had come this morning meaning to sign up for gym membership when he saw the deal including the martial arts lessons. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to have some aerobic content in his routine, he decided to check it out.

The place was run by a little runt of a Chinese guy, Jimmy something, and John wasn't really impressed. He figured strength and street smarts would win over fancy who-flung-dung shit every time. Still, it would be good for flexibility, so he hung around watching the demonstrations, but not really paying much attention to what the Chinaman said.

After a time he saw the Chinaman head over towards the gym side, and thought he might leave himself and go hit the weights. Two guys were sparring and going at it pretty hard though, and he decided to wait and see who won. He was a little impressed that this was full contact, even if they wore protective gear. It was always entertaining watching two guys beat the shit out of each other. Finally, a solid redhead with a buzz cut creamed his opponent with an elbow to his solar plexus, followed by a solid shot to the side of his head. The unfortunate recipient sank to his knees, dazed, and yielded the bout.

The Chinaman was back and saying he had an experienced student coming over from the gym who would help him give a few more demonstrations. John waited for a few seconds then got bored and turned to leave. Just then he came to a dead stop, and his jaw literally fell open at the sight that walked in.

In the first instant, he thought she was naked but then realized she was wearing some skin-colored thing that clung to her body like a second skin. And what a fucking body! First looking to her pussy, he stared hard at her mound and was a little disappointed there was no camel toe evident. Then his eyes followed the line of her leotard as it arced high over her hip, revealing that part he found so sexy where thigh became body. Fuck, he felt an almost irresistible urge to go over there and slip his hand behind that flimsy material and run his fingers straight down to her cunt.

As she walked on by, he hungered over the shape of her perfect legs, nicely toned and brown. The sway of her hips then had his eyes glued to her ass, and he wanted to bite it so badly he nearly took a step forward.

She reached the front of the room and the Chinaman started talking again, but John was now drinking in the sight of her tits, oblivious to anything else. They weren't really big, but they looked firm and large enough to fill his hand, and he had big hands. Her nipples could be seen clearly through the material. He wished for a cool breeze to chill them and make them stand out more.

Finally he looked at her face and swallowed hard. She was looking around the room with eyes that were like gold. Lustrous, long, black hair framed a face that made his heart stop. She did not seem to be wearing any makeup, but she was easily one of the hottest looking babes he had ever seen. Even without lipstick on, her lips looked so fucking kissable, and he couldn't help but imagine them wrapped around his cock...

...which he now realized was beginning to strain at his shorts. "Fuck," he thought.

He quickly grabbed his gym bag and held it in front of him to hide his growing erection. Fuckin' hot damn, he wanted to bang that bitch bad.

Right about then he started to register what Jimmy was saying.

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As I made it to the training room, a bout had just finished, and Jimmy was waiting at the front of the room. He spotted me and waved me forward. As I moved into the room, I could feel every man in there undressing me with his eyes. Well, except Jimmy, I suppose. He actually managed to talk to my face, but in the corner of my eyes I could see clear signs of the men scanning my body. Well shit, I knew it would happen, so buck up and get on with it, girl!

Jimmy introduced me, and explained that I was a long time student of Jeet Kune Do, and he wanted to spar with me to show them what a full speed session looked like.

I thought he was laying it on a bit think, honestly. It would be full speed for me, but Jimmy would be cruising. Then again, maybe he thought it was necessary for these jocks to take a girl seriously in this macho discipline. Whatever his reasons, the agenda was set. Jimmy and I quickly donned our protective gear, though in his case it was pretty much just to make me feel like maybe I would actually hit him today.

The testosterone in the room was so thick you could cut it, and I was still struggling to push down my intense discomfort. I mean, crap, I'm no prude. If you've been following my story, you know that. This is different though. I wasn't in "that" frame of mind. It was the wrong venue, the wrong time, the wrong people. Too much of me was thinking I should be behaving with a certain amount of decorum to be able to brush off the clear looks of lust when I was walking around practically naked!

Well, Jimmy and I faced off. Then I didn't have time to think about anything.

He was holding back, slowing down for me, but still I was hard pressed to block and attack. As I warmed to the challenge, as I got into the groove, I focused on the task and soon the room was not important. Reflexes took over as the speed of the bout increased. I was getting to my peak, getting the feel. Sweat was running off me with the exertion while Jimmy was barely breathing heavy. Between encounters he explained aspects of the techniques while we warily moved around each other.

I began to think Jimmy was getting a little distracted with his presentation, because my strikes were getting pretty close to their mark. He still blocked me, but the margin of error was getting real thin. Oh, but it would be a fine thing to knock him down, just once. I began to push myself faster and faster, straining to gain that extra fraction of a second while watching for a mistake.

Finally I saw my opening. His guard was out of position; just a little, but enough. As I diverted his punch to my chin I shot out my fist, aiming for his exposed ribs. They were right there as my fist moved towards them. Then he wasn't there anymore, and my fist, meeting no resistance, overextended. Too late I realized he had baited me, and I more sensed than saw his punch that caught me in the center of my padded chest. It seemed like slow motion as my weight transferred backward too fast for my feet to keep up, and I felt them lift off the sparring mat as my world began to rotate.

Just before I hit the mat, I struck back and to the sides with my arms and slapped my feet down hard, both maneuvers designed to reduce the impact of falling. For a few seconds, I lay there dazed. As the fog cleared, I spotted Jimmy, standing behind me near my head. I had no idea how he came to be there; crap, he was fast.

As I started to collect myself, I realized my legs were wide open in a relaxed pose. I brought them back together, and looked straight up between my knees at the eyes of one of the biggest men I had ever seen. I caught the naked lust as he stared between my legs, then as I closed off that view he looked boldly, arrogantly, into my eyes, and I shivered.

Not a scary-but-excited shiver. No, creeped out. Something was off in the chemistry. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I did not like it.

Jimmy was again talking about technique and how one could overcome size and strength. The mountain of muscle was clearly not buying it.

"Really?" he interrupted. "I mean, yer fast, I'll give you that, but against a really big guy? I don't think that would matter, you couldn't do any real damage. And once he got hold of you, you'd be done."

Jimmy smiled. "Oh, but there are many ways to 'do damage' as you put it, and plenty do not require great strength. Sarah here could defeat you, for example."

"What!" I exclaimed. In a harsh whisper to Jimmy, I added, "Bad idea, Jimmy. Really bad. Knock it off."

"But you could win! Plus it would convince a lot of these guys to sign up. It'd be great for business!"

"Uh-uh. Look, either I lose, which would really hurt, or I win and have to start watching my back. A guy like that doesn't take embarrassment well, you get me?"

Fortunately the huge guy solved the problem and left the room laughing derisively. I was really pissed with Jimmy but tried hard to hide it while the remaining guys crowded forward to ask questions, both of Jimmy and me. I did my best to answer them and encourage them to take up the discipline. After a while I excused myself and went home. I'd had more than enough macho for one day.

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The flea-bag motel where I was staying sported one thing I really liked: an old style, free-standing bathtub.

It was a large cast iron tub supported by four elaborately designed feet. The enamel was badly chipped and there were streaks of rust all over it. But it was huge and held water, and the faucet handles were large, quarter-turn paddles that I could manipulate with my feet. I was definitely going to enjoy a long, hot soak. It was in a communal bathroom, but all the rooms had their own toilet and small shower so I wasn't concerned about anyone demanding to get in to use the facilities. I suspect I was the only person amongst the present tenants who used the tub anyway.

There was one other special feature. There was a hole in the paper-thin wall a little above the faucet. The first time I came in to use the tub, I noticed it. It made me laugh when, on my second visit, I saw that the hole was much larger. Whoever did the work must have carefully cleaned up after himself because I didn't see any wood dust or shavings in the tub or on the floor. I didn't care; as long as the perv stayed on his side of the wall, he could stare and jerk off all he wanted. I suppose he thought he had been very clever and remained undiscovered because he always tried very hard to be quiet whenever I was in here. Of course, I could hear his furtive movements, even his breathing sometimes, and it was difficult not to laugh out loud at the small sounds.

Today I gave him barely a thought as I ran the water The back of the tub had a perfect angle to it and the bottom was rough enough that I wouldn't slide down into the water as I relaxed and dozed. While the water ran, I stripped off my gym outfit then brushed my teeth. I stood and looked at my reflection in the damaged mirror, and was surprised to find no bruising between and below my breasts where Jimmy had struck me. I had to hand it to him, his control was amazing, but still I felt tender, and my ribcage was not entirely happy about the need for breathing.

As the tub filled, I poured in some stuff to make everything smell nice, and to help relieve muscle aches, then climbed in and eased into position. I reached up with one foot and turned off the cold faucet, swirling the tub water around with my hands as the heat built up. When it got as hot as I could take it, I shut off the hot and made myself comfortable. With my chin just touching the water, I had to bend my knees a bit. I put my feet to each side of the tub and let my legs fall open as I relaxed and enjoyed the heat seeping into my body while Mr. Perv next door feasted his eyes.

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This was not Fred Ayers's first time reading the current Penthouse Black Label; he had jerked off over the photos many times already. At the moment he was reading an article about a woman who was being regularly propositioned by her boss. She didn't have any real interest in the man, but one day she decided it was time for payback and dressed in a manner that would drive him crazy. She determined to tease him mercilessly all day then make it very clear when he invited her for drinks that night that she was unavailable.

Fred was just getting to the part where she got carried away and does nothing when her boss ran his hand up her dress. As he read on, picturing the man's fingers worming their way into her pussy, he took his cock in his hand for probably the fourth time today.

See, Fred thought he was just oversexed. He did have a pretty big dick, both long and thick, and the times during his life when he had gotten sex the woman seemed to enjoy it. Fred could not see, however, that he almost always came across as a pervert. He just had a way about him that warned most women away.

Every once in a while through his life he had gotten lucky and, more in spite of his efforts than because of them, convinced a woman to join him for sex. And he didn't disappoint. He actually was pretty good in the sack. It was just that out of bed, his weird view of everything would sooner or later (usually sooner) cause the women in his life to flee, wondering how they had been so mistaken about this man's character and vaguely disturbed that they had in fact enjoyed his attentions, however briefly.




Sarah's Journey Ch. 03



He did have one affair that lasted a couple of months. She was into kinky stuff and found Fred's weirdness a huge turn-on for a while. Fred was no stranger to kink, but this was his first experience in real life with a woman who actually got off on it. It was a brief period of bliss. When she left to find other interests, Fred was heart-broken, not understanding the necessarily fleeting nature of her interest. It was a long time before he recovered from that.

It probably wasn't even Fred's fault that he was pretty much a sex addict these days. Retired on disability for the past few years, he really didn't have much else to do. He was never welcome for very long in any social environment so he kept pretty much to himself. Well, him and his imaginary harem. Magazines, DVDs, and high speed Internet kept him served with as much porn as he could want, and he wanted a lot.

When he heard the door to the bathroom open, he almost ignored it but then remembered that there was almost no one who used it these days. No one except that goddess who loved to soak for hours in that enormous tub.

He dropped the magazine and released his erection as he raced across the room to turn off the lights. He had acquired an enormous cardboard box which he had made into a hide of sorts. On its side it was still much higher than the hole in the wall, which he had enlarged recently, and he had cut out a large section of the cardboard to ensure an uninterrupted view into the bathroom.

He grabbed a disgustingly stained wife beater, opened the flaps on one end of the cardboard box and quietly crawled inside. He dropped the wife beater were it would be convenient for later, then turned and carefully pulled the flaps closed behind him. The worn out carpet of his room had just enough thickness to catch the lower edge of the "doors" and hold them closed. Fred felt very pleased with himself.

He was always very careful not to get his face too close to the hole lest he let the light spilling through reveal his presence. He took up his position and moved till he could see her. Immediately he had his cock in his hand as he saw her naked perfection standing in profile at the sink, brushing her teeth. He stared at her tits as they jiggled and shook with her sharp movements. Her nipples were standing out, and he imagined what it would feel like to have one between his teeth.

He watched her rinse out her mouth then stand to look at herself for a moment before turning toward the tub, giving him a fine full frontal. His cock jumped in his hand as he her slit came into his view. He stared at it and beat his meat as he imagined her as the secretary in the story he had been reading, and he the boss who had just gotten his hand up her dress and into her cunt. He could almost feel her wet heat around his fingers.

As she climbed into the tub, he was beating furiously and his precum was starting to make his masturbation noisy. Fearful she would hear him, he managed to slow down and get himself under control. She had put something in the water which made it smell of flowers and caused the water to go cloudy, and it was getting steamy in there. But there were no bubbles, and though a little unclear, he could still see her pink pussy lips as she relaxed back in the water and let her legs open and rest against the sides of the tub.

He watched mesmerized as her tits moved gently with the water for a few moments, then fixed his stare back between her legs, again imagining his fingers forcing her cunt open as he began to bring her to sexual delight.

For a long time, he gently stroked himself, occasionally letting his gaze wander over her legs, her tits; sometimes staring at her lips and visualizing them stretched around his dick. Fuck, she was beautiful. It dawned on him that she seemed to be asleep and as the water cooled the steam had cleared. He now had a good, almost clear view between her legs, and he again stroked himself hard as he pictured his weapon forcing those beautiful cunt lips open, as he stretched her savagely with his hard shaft. He could almost hear her moans of wanton lust as he jerked himself harder and faster. His left hand flashed out and snagged his wife beater, bringing it up to his pulsating head just in time to catch his first squirt of cum.

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I must have dozed for about fifteen or twenty minutes because the water was no longer steaming hot. Still nicely warm though, so I slowly started washing myself. I was thinking about events at the gym but I no longer felt anger about any of it. My irritation seemed to have been drawn out of me along with my muscle tension. Except for the Hulk; I still felt uncomfortable about him, and would be quite happy if I never saw him again.

I was thinking about the other men, though, hanging around trying to get a look at me. Not really turned on by it, but it was a pleasant, idle picture. No longer really washing but enjoying the feel of my hands on my body, I moved my right hand between my legs and lightly stroked myself. Not masturbating, just liking the feel.

As I absently dwelt on images of men looking at me, my exhibitionistic side stirred. Before I'd left home I had considered shaving myself bare but had delayed the decision. Now as I absently played with my short-trimmed pubic hair, I decided it was time to go bare for a while.

With that thought, I sat up and reached over for my toiletries bag, retrieving my razor. I affixed a fresh blade before settling back down in the tub and, beginning with my legs, set about making myself hairless below the waist. When I got to working between my legs, however, I really wanted a better view than working through the water, now cloudy with soap. I knew Mr. Perv was in his spot, and I figured he'd get front row seat to the finale of my depilatory activities.

Climbing out of the tub, I folded my thick towel into a nicely padded seat which I balanced on the edge of the tub. Taking my place, I braced one foot against the toilet, and wedged the other in the angle between the wall and the far edge of the tub. With my legs well spread, I set to work removing the last of my pubic hair.

By far the hardest thing I had to do over the next several minutes was to keep a straight face. This wasn't turning me on, but it was tickling my funny bone. As I heard clear evidence as to what Mr. Perv was doing right now, it was almost more than I could manage not to bust up laughing. Pretending to check for any missed stubble, I stroked over my lips with my fingers in a slow, sensual motion. I could hear that sort of fast, wet noise a cock makes when it is being jacked off and is seeping pre-cum and knew Mr. Perv was getting close.

I pulled my lips open and teased my hole, then pushed two fingers inside myself. That was it for my dirty voyeur. Somehow he managed not to grunt, but he couldn't hide his ragged breathing as he shot his load. I had to bite my lip hard to stop from laughing.

I mean, I was not trying to be maliciousness at all, it was just that the whole thing was so, I dunno, preposterous. It struck me as powerfully funny, and I had to lean over pretending to cough and reach to put my razor away to hide a small hiccup of a giggle that threatened to explode into a full belly laugh if I didn't get it under control. Seriously, I didn't mean to hurt the guy's feelings, so I worked hard to get my mirth pushed aside.

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Fred sat on his heels for a while as the sensations passed. His cock was softening, and he was thinking this would provide him many very good fantasies over the nights ahead. When he heard water splash, he figured she was done and about to get out of the tub. Wanting to catch a final glimpse and record more images for his fantasies, he quickly moved back to the peep hole.

She wasn't getting out though, she was stroking herself, and it was sexy as fuck. Even as he dared to hope for more, he felt an electric shock run through his old body when he saw her hand settle between her legs and start rubbing herself. His cock twitched, but he doubted it had it in itself to rise to the occasion just yet. Besides, it didn't look like she was going to do herself.

He got a little more interested when she grabbed her razor, and it was a good showing as she shaved her legs. Though enjoyable, he wasn't surprised when he remained flaccid. He still lapped up the action, watching the motions of her arms move her tits, maybe pushing one over to the side as she reached across herself. He very much liked the look of her light brown legs. They were perfect with the sexiest, slender ankles he had ever seen, and the play of her muscles as she alternatively straightened then bent her legs while shaving kept his attention keyed up. The highlights, of course, were the glimpses he got of her pussy, and he was like a hawk waiting for the next movement that opened a leg and give him another glimpse of her lips. It was a good show, but it was coming to an end.

As expected, she stood up, stepped out of the tub, and reached for her towel. Fred was busy getting the best angle he could before she covered up, when it registered that she was folding it up. Curious, he watched intently as she placed it on the edge of the tub and sat on it. She was only about two feet away from him, and he couldn't believe his luck when she raised her foot up onto the filthy toilet, then put the other to wall, spreading herself so wide that her lips parted and he could actually see her hole. Fuck, it looked like she was going to do herself after all, and to his astonishment, his cock began to engorge once more.

Without conscious thought he took a hold of his rising dick and started to stroke it absently, vaguely astonished that he had gotten a second erection so quickly. He realized what she was doing, and though slightly disappointed he soon found himself transfixed by the activity in front of him.

As she shaved herself, she manipulated her lips, pulling them this way, then that. He was fascinated by the rapid array of changing images before him, almost as if she was posing her cunt for his pleasure. As the trimmed hair disappeared, she would more frequently stroke herself, searching by feel for any missed stubble. Fred stared closely, watching every detail as her fingers moved over her skin. He memorized the way her flesh depressed around her fingertip, and how her lips shifted slightly in sympathy to the gentle pull this caused. He watched her clit as she pushed it to one side to carefully scrape the fur right next to it.

It was driving him nuts as he once more thrashed his cock like his life depended on it. Of all the minute details he memorized, the site of her slightly opened hole drew his eyes again and again. He could actually see inside her cunt, and again imagined himself buried in her up to his balls. He could feel himself getting closer and grabbed his wife beater to be ready.

Suddenly, she was pulling herself open and then stuck two fingers into her red cunt. It was more than he needed and his second load spurted out of his cock, not as much nor as fast as the first time, but still satisfying.

By the time Fred collected his thoughts and looked back to the peep hole, she was packing up her things and leaving.

-----

After a few moments I collected myself. I finished washing away any stray hair, let the now cold water out of the bath tub, wrapped my over-sized towel around myself, gathered my things, and returned to my room.

I laid on my bed in my towel and stared at the ceiling, thinking. Never really too far away, my libido turned my thoughts in a new direction. Or should I say a rather familiar direction these days.

I really couldn't point any fingers at Mr. Perv, since I myself was spending a lot of time fantasizing. Maybe the voyeur's fantasies were on a more normal level than mine, too. I mean, I had been returning to the images of myself at the river-walk, but instead of escaping as I had actually done, I had taken to seeing myself overcome by a large crowd of men. In all cases, they quickly had me naked and exposed. What varied was just how they set me up to use me. Sometimes I saw myself bent over a car, forwards and backwards, sometimes on one of those sidewalk cafe tables, and sometimes over a park-style bench.

Mostly, I imagined myself bent over the steel railing while a parade of cocks pounded my body. Those were the images that most strongly affected me. Those were the feelings to which I most often masturbated these days. That was the scenario which had me asking myself if I thought I could actually do it.

So, I suppose what happened was pretty much inevitable.

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There is a place along the river-walk where the cobbled bricks are interrupted by a concrete wash that runs from the street, under the steel rail, and into the river. I could not remember how I came to be in the exposed position, but it was more or less as I had fantasized it would happen.

I was bent over the lower steel pipe of the hand rail, my legs were very well spread and my bare feet rested on the top edges of the open drain which is probably better than three feet wide. My arms were forward and down, braced against some kind of steel handle on a rectangular, concrete manhole cover. My position tended to make my back arch, rotating my hips forward and pointing my pussy and butt-hole upwards a little. The drain is low enough so as a man stood in it he was at a good height to line up with his choice of offered passage, and between the solid footing, two steel bars - one low, the other high - not to mention the natural "handles" of my hips, they had plenty of leverage, and had been using that to fuck me hard for...

...I couldn't seem to remember. I didn't know where my dress was, nor my shoes or purse. I should have been concerned about this, but I couldn't seem to focus on why through my lustful haze. My ass and pussy were well-stretched and slick with cum, and as one man finished inside me and the next took his place, the new man slid straight in to the hilt without a hint of resistance. They were fucking me for their pleasure, not mine, but their animal lust was my aphrodisiac. I had never been able to cum by anal alone, but they had used both holes with roughly equal frequency, and I felt the buzzing afterglow of many orgasms.

I knew many had used me partly because there were sex juices running down the insides of both of my thighs, but mostly the fluids that had leaked out of me had flowed over my mons, and gathered where I was pressed against the rail's pipe until it overflowed that miniature dam to ooze around the pipe to plop thickly to the concrete below. There was an unbelievable pool of pungent goo underneath me.

Again, something told me this was wrong. Something was out of place. Still I could not remember how I had come to be here. I was certain I was not drunk, and I did not think I was drugged. I wanted this to happen; didn't I?

Did I? The man then using me was pounding my ass, and I was indulging in the pleasant sensations, my breasts bounced freely and my nipples were fully erect in the cool night air. I was wallowing in the decadence of being used like this in public, when I was finally able to grasp a coherent thought. There were many things I feared about this situation, many things that stopped me from taking the step of commitment. Why then was I here? What did I fear, and why had I come to ignore that fear?

One dreaded thought finally broke through. Police! If I got caught, my identity would be revealed and that was something I did not want to happen; not to mention possible criminal charges.

Even as the thought formed clear in my mind, I noticed flashing lights; red and blue. Oh SHIT!

I had to move, had to try to run, somewhere, anywhere, but I could not. At first I thought it was the insistent presence of the man now approaching orgasm behind me, but then I realized I was bound in place. My wrists were together and tied to the bar I was bracing against, and each ankle was anchored to one of the vertical steel poles of the railing.

When did that happen? I didn't realize till just that instant I was tied. How could I not have known? Something was wrong, this wouldn't happen, not like this. I tried to think, but I was filled with panic. I heard a police radio close by, and looked back between my legs. Behind and to the side of the man still fucking me I could see the polished shoes and slacks of two police officers who seemed content for the moment to watch the show as the blissfully ignorant jackhammer buried in my ass finally dumped his load into me.

Then he pulled out, turned and saw the cops, nodded politely, and simply walked off! What the ...?

The cops completely ignored him, and were considering my body and my predicament. "Well, well, well. What have we here, Jim?" one asked of the other.

"Looks like a clear violation of about a dozen decency laws I'd have to say, Tony."

"I guess we gotta take her in with us then, what d'ya say?"

"Don't seem to be any choice. Let's get her untied and in the car."

The bastards were enjoying the shit out of this. I was sure they were staring at my cum-drenched asshole and pussy the whole time, and even now they seemed to be just standing there, looking, probably grinning. Assholes! Where I had been enjoying the rude exposure of just moments before, I now felt embarrassed beyond words, yet I couldn't make a move to cover myself or even close my thighs. SHIT!

Finally one of them started untying my ankles and a moment later the other appeared on the river side of the rail and freed my wrists. When they were done, they guided me backwards through the railing, one keeping his hand on my head to make sure I didn't hit the rail above.

As I stood up sort of straight, I tried to cover myself while I searched frantically for my dress, but one of the cops grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back and cuffed me. "Yer under arrest, little lady, for indecent exposure, and we'll be adding a shitload of other charges after we take you in."

"Please, Sir, I need to find my dress? I have to cover myself..."

"Didn't seem to bother you none a few moments ago, now did it?" answered the second cop as he started walking towards their cruiser.

The one who had cuffed me urged me to follow. The men who were still crowded around watching, many of whom had emptied their loads of cum into my body, stood there quite unconcerned.

With a note of hysteria in my voice, I loudly called out, "What about all of them? Aren't you arresting them too?"

The cop near the cruiser turned back and asked, "What for? They are all dressed. You're the one running around town naked."

What was the point? There wasn't going to be a fair handling of this situation, and I felt serious fear about how they intended to deal with me. They put me in the back seat, which was actually upholstered in plastic. I had seen cabs like this before (makes them easier to clean after "accidents" with drunken customers), so I assumed the cruiser was done like this for the same reason.

Whatever the purpose, as soon as they started moving I realized my problem. My thighs and ass were covered in one of the slipperiest substances I know of and the smooth plastic offered no real resistance. The very first sideways motion had me sliding freely towards the door. We swerved back the other way, and along the seat I went. I had to push my hips forward so I could brace my feet against the sides of the car. Of course, that meant my legs were spread and my sloppy sex was thrust forward and open. Naturally, the asshole in the passenger seat just sat there openly enjoying the view. Jerk off.

We drove for maybe fifteen minutes then stopped at the curb in front of a whitewashed building with fluted columns. Typical government institutional place. They both got out, opened the back door, and led me out. It was late and no one much seemed to be around, but still I felt intensely exposed and embarrassed being walked naked up the long stairs into this building. I could almost understand their behavior in the cruiser, but now, in public view, wouldn't they behave themselves and cover me? It scared me deeply that they didn't.




Sarah's Journey Ch. 03



They pushed through the large main doors then turned down a hallway to the left, dragging me along between them. We passed several doors that looked more like offices than anything I would have expected in a police station. We finally came to another, single, heavy door, which they opened and led me into the room beyond.

Too my complete confusion, it was a courtroom, and it was full including a 12-man jury. Every person in the room was male except for the judge; she an old crone who sat looking like someone had peed in her prune juice.

My mind was a whirling mess as I tried to understand what was happening. The surrealistic nature of everything prevented me from getting a grip on reality, and I found myself barely resisting as I was pushed down the aisle towards the front. Surely this wasn't how things worked. I was naked! They didn't bring defendants in naked, did they? Shouldn't they at least give me a jacket or something?

But there I was in front of the court. No one seemed particularly shocked to see a naked and obviously freshly, very well-fucked woman standing here. My panic was barely in check as I looked from face to face, too frightened to note their lust, looking only for something, anything to tell me what was going on. This was insane!

"What are the charges?" the judge asked. Her voice carried disdain, disgust, and maybe a little hostility, but she too seemed unflustered by my circumstance.

"Lewd conduct in public for now, your Honor. We'll add further charges in the morning after processing."

The judge looked at me, then down between my legs which were so evidently smeared with the cum of many men. "I trust you aren't going to try to plead innocent, are you?"

My mouth opened and my jaw worked, but I couldn't manage to make a sound. The judge watched me for a moment, almost daring me to protest my innocence.

"Humph. Bailiff, prepare the defendant for examination."

With the help of the two cops, the Bailiff moved me to a strange structure. It had a vertical pole, with a horizontal bar attached at floor level, another about two feet off the ground, and one more at about four feet. Two tiny pads, a kind of seat as it turned out, were affixed at around two and a half feet high and maybe six inches apart. I was forced to sit on the pads which supported me by my thighs with my legs open.

I was numb with shock, and unable to put up more than a feeble resistance. The handcuffs were removed, but my wrists were strapped to the upper cross-member. My ankles were secured to the bottom bar, and last my knees were pulled back and tied to the last cross piece.

"Will the members of the jury please come forward and examine the evidence." The twelve men all stood, filed out of their enclosure, and walked over to me. Without prelude the first stuck his fingers inside me; pussy then asshole. He wiggled his fingers around for a moment in each orifice, then withdrew and stood back for the next man. I was being raped for being raped? What was happening?

Then they began discussing what they had "found" inside me in serious tones. What the hell did they think they were going to find inside me? Easter Eggs?

Despite the bizarre nature of events, or perhaps because of them, I seemed unable to protest anything that they were doing, and sat mute, embarrassed, and scared as the proceedings ground on.

"What are your findings?" asked the judge.

"We find the defendant has had extended sexual intercourse very recently, your Honor."

Addressing the cops who arrested me, she then asked, "And is it your testimony that this occurred in public?"

"Yes, your Honor," they replied in unison.

"Very well. It is the judgment of this court that the defendant is guilty. Young woman, it is offensive to me in the extreme that you would disrespect yourself in this manner. You must be appropriately punished for your deeds. My father once caught my brother smoking cigarettes, and as punishment made him smoke a whole pack in one sitting. My brother became so sick he never touched a cigarette again. In the spirit of that wisdom, I hereby sentence you to Violation."

What? What the fuck did she mean "Violation"?

Just then, a door beside the jury stand opened and an unassuming man stepped through. He looked completely unremarkable until he stepped clear of the jury box, and then I saw his erection standing out in front of him. It was impossibly large! It had to be 18 inches long. Its tip was as thick as a coke can, and it got steadily thicker towards the base. His testicles too were huge and hung low. He began walking slowly towards me with a look in his eye I recognized.

Panic seized me anew and finally I found my voice. I started screaming that they couldn't do this. That thing would kill me. This was wrong, it couldn't be legal...

The judge yelled for order and pounded her gavel in three sharp raps. It sounded strangely hollow as if from far away, and as the monster phallus came closer, I yelled and screamed louder, and the judge again called for order, and again banged her gavel.

This time it seemed closer, louder, though still oddly hollow.

My pussy was very stretched and still slimy with cum, and I was terrified that thing would actually go inside me. Maybe I would survive a few inches of it, but more would tear me apart inside. I was screaming for it all to stop, yet the man kept coming, deliberately slow, giving my panic time to swell and crest. The whole contraption I was strapped to suddenly lifted higher, bringing my sex to a more convenient height for him. He seemed to enjoy my fear as much as the sight of my completely exposed and vulnerable body writhing desperately, but futilely in my restraints.

Finally he reached me and held his monster appendage in line with my pussy. I watched him brace himself and knew he was going to thrust hard, trying to get as much in me as he could. I was hysterical and screamed once more, the judge again banged her hollow gavel.

Then everything went into slow motion as the oversized penis began its assault of my sex.

I screamed again in frustration, fear, and despair at the insanity, the injustice, the cruelty, certain I was about to die. Yet even my own body betrayed me as my hips reflexively thrust forward to meet his massive rod.

His tip entered me slightly, then paused for a moment as my pussy refused to stretch enough. Even in this strange, slow motion sensory overload the pressure built quickly, and all too soon my meager defense failed and his cock pushed past my entrance and began its long, probably fatal intrusion of my body...

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That was when I woke up. I was panting, sweating, and shaking. My heart was hammering, and my pussy was hot and wet. It took me a few moments to gather my wits and remember where I was.

Oh yes, the crappy hotel. The base from which I could operate in anonymity.

I was lying on the stained mattress of my cheap room. I had somehow buried my arms under my pillows. One ankle was tangled in my sheet, the other in a large towel.

For a moment I was startled and confused when the judges gavel wrapped again. An instant later I realized someone was knocking on my door; well, that explained the oddly hollow sounding gavel.

I was naked, and didn't want to wrap my cold, wet towel around me. The closest item of clothing was a very short, satin robe. Better than nothing. I threw it on and cracked the door to see who was bothering me at this hour.

To be continued.