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The Judge

By: soulfood



It was almost 8 pm and the courthouse was abandoned. The heels on my shoes echoed on the marble floor in the foyer. I greeted the security guard on the way to my chambers. I'd forgotten the Belanger brief and it had to be read before morning session.

As I turned the corner, he startled me. A young upstart lawyer. What was he doing in the courthouse at this time of night? I knew him. He had been in my courtroom a number of times. He showed promise. He had the makings of a good litigation lawyer. He was also very sexy, very fit, very handsome. 

Sometimes I creamed my panties when he was around. A couple times I caught myself playing with my clitoris, under my robes, while court was in session. Thank God they don't allow camera's behind the judge! 

Well, when John and I bumped into each other in the hall. I slipped and fell. What a gentleman. He helped me to my chambers. He wanted to call a doctor but I wouldn't let him. Oh I wanted him then. It's hard to see the cut of a man's body under a shirt and jacket, but I can spot a firm stomach and a tight butt from 250 yards. My libido has kept my imagination going through traffic court many nights.

He was at my mercy so I asked him to get me a glass of water. He sat and massaged my foot and we began talking. The talk was innocent. I was so engrossed that I didn't notice that his hands had moved up my stockings. My nipples hardened - their new state visible through my silk shirt. I couldn't believe what he was doing. Damn it - I'm a Judge. We stared into each other's eyes.

He kissed me. No I did not stop him. I rather enjoyed it. It was passionate. It was filled with hunger. I knew then that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He cradled my face in his hands as we kissed. And then he caressed my breasts. 

I wasn't so gentle. I ripped his shirt and the buttons popped off. There was that washboard and his pecks were well defined. His whole body was what I craved.

I don't know how his cock got into my mouth. Yes, it was quite big. Longer than average I would say. Well - I needed something to muffle the moans while he was down on me. What a tongue he had. I swear I came three times with his tongue. And when he entered me. I don't know what happened after that. The earth moved is such a cliche. None of my lovers have ever given me as much pleasure. 

We did it everywhere. On my desk, on the chair. "Oh! the penetration" Against the wall. Yes - I think that was the position we were in. No - I didn't realize that we were making so much noise. I understand now. The guard called the cops. It seems that the courthouse was rocking. The noise level intense. 

You can not arrest me for disturbing the peace, Officer! There was no one's peace here that I disturbed. I am an officer of the court I know the law better than you. I would have to ask why you allowed him to go home while I must remain here and be questioned. What - he said I forced myself on him and that I made promises. That's a lie. I am an honorable judge. 

Yes - I know you've been in my courtroom many times. I do not forget a tight ass and a firm stomach. You feel like you are very well hung. Ohh and thick too. Where is that pesky guard. We will have to give him some ear plugs. Let me taste that cock of yours. Lie down. You have a nice tongue too. Oh you like my ass. Well, maybe...

To Be Continued...

The Judge



It had been a long, intense month of litigation. People who have learned about trials from television have no idea of how much energy a long trial can demand, the emotional drain that results from a long period of intense concentration. 

My client had been sexually harassed, humiliated and demeaned by Vice President E, one of the top officers of the largest corporation in the state. They were defended by an entire platoon of lawyers. My associate had left me less than a month before the trial, and I had been on my own. Yet, I knew that I had gotten my case across. In spite of all their attempts to discredit my client, humiliate her again, I knew that the jury had seen through their case. The weeks of trial, the years of preparation were about to pay off.

When the verdict came in, I found I was right. The verdict was more than I had hoped for. The judge thanked the jury and dismissed them.

The next day, I got the message from Judge Santos. She wanted me to meet her in her chambers. Judge Santos is a tall woman, slender, about 50 years old. Dark hair (probably dyed), and piercing dark eyes. She is considerate and patient in the court room, but there is never any question about who is in charge. If you show any disrespect, or ignore her instructions, she can put you in your place with just a few words.

I went to her chambers, and was ushered in by her secretary, who left us alone. She was not wearing her robe, but even in a white blouse and long skirt, she retained her regal bearing. "Mr. Mike," she said, looking directly into my eyes, "I have bad news for you. One of the jurors confessed, after the trial, that she knew Vice President E, and that he had abused her when he was a young executive. You know that I should declare a mistrial."

I felt as if my entire life was collapsing around me. I didn't know if I had the energy to do this again. But something was off. Why was I here alone? Where was the phalanx of company lawyers?

"Your Honor, you know the verdict was right. The evidence was there. Surely this isn't necessary."

"Well, Mike, there may be an alternative. I've been watching you through the trial, and I very much approve of the way you handle yourself. I like a man who can treat a woman in authority with respect, without appearing either insincere or overly obsequious. However, there is a time for a man to show that he truly understands how to serve a powerful woman."

"Your Honor?" I gulped. For the first time I could remember in a legal setting, I was speechless.

"I am having a party next Tuesday for a few close friends," she said. "I want you to be the entertainment." She handed me a piece of paper with the address. "Be there at 8:00. Sharp. And wear that nice new grey suit. With this underneath." She handed me a paper bag. I started to open it. "Don't open it until you are getting ready to come to our party."

On Tuesday, I couldn't concentrate on my work at all. I knew I would do whatever Judge Santos wanted, but I couldn't bring myself to face it. I went home, showered, laid out my suit, and finally opened the bag. It contained a pair of black, thong underwear: an elastic for the waist, a strap for the back, and a bag for the front to hold my package. I'd never warn anything like that. I slid them on. The strap slid into the crack of my ass, feeling uncomfortable and yet, creating a tingling of arousal as well. The silk material of the bag felt wonderful on my manhood, which began to swell. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad for a 51-year-old. I keep myself in shape.

I put on my suit, with a new red tie. I looked very professional and distinguished. I drove to the address on the paper. A large, but not grandiose ranch style house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. My palms were sweating, my heart pounding as I rang the bell.

Judge Santos answered the door. She still looked very professional, a blue skirt falling just below her knees, and a red silk blouse. Not buttoned all the way to her neck now, though. She looked at her watch. "Ah right on time."

She led me to the living room, which was dimly lit, with music from the late 60's playing. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that there were four other women present. One was Judge O'Malley, a large, friendly, red-haired woman. Another, in her mid-60's, I recognized as a well known law school professor. The others were strangers to me.

"As you know" Judge Santos addressed the room, "Mr. Mike has agreed to provide our entertainment tonight. Before he begins, would any of you like him to refresh your drinks?"

I took their drink orders, and Judge Santos pointed me into the kitchen, where I found a bar laid out. I laid out the drinks on a tray, and grabbed a quick gulp of scotch to calm my nerves. As I carried the tray in, I heard Judge O'Malley comment that I looked good as a waiter in my suit. 

"I'm sure he'll look even better out of it," was the reply.

I delivered the drinks, only confusing the orders of the two women I didn't recognize. Judge Santos then said, "We have heard that you are a good dancer. We would like you to dance for us." 

"What? I used to be, but I'm not a young man anymore."

"We aren't interested in boys," Judge Santos responded. "We want to see you." She put on some Rolling Stones, and they all stared at me, expectantly. 

At first, I was frozen. O'Malley said, "Come on. When have you had a room full of women wanting to see you move?"

I started swinging my hips, feeling awkward, stiff, unable to find the beat. I heard the Professor snort impatiently. Closing my eyes, blocking out everything but the music, I found my beat, and started to get into it. I had been using those Mick Jagger moves on the dance floor since college. If that's what they wanted to see.

Just as I was losing myself in the music, Judge Santos came over to me, and whispered in my ear, "That looks better. Now start removing your clothes." 

It was easy enough to take off the suit jacket, and toss it aside. The same with my tie. The women started to clap to the music, and I felt cocky enough to twirl my tie and toss it to Judge O'Malley. Swaying my hips, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the curly hair of my chest. I hesitated a moment. 

"Off with it" said Judge Santos, quietly but firmly. I looked into her eyes, and slid it off my shoulders, letting in fall to the floor.

I had no problem removing my shoes. But the next step was frightening. I had begun to feel aroused when the clapped while I was dancing, but, as I imagined what I would look like in just the thong, my hands started to shake and I felt myself shriveling. 

"Come on. Off with them." Several voices demanded. I loosened my belt. Looking around the room, all eyes directed at me. 

"Five women want to see me dressed like that." As I thought that, I felt the blood returning to my organ. I unhooked my trousers, and slowly lowered the zipper, teasing, getting into it. Also, allowing my hand to run over my cock as I did so. If they were going to see me in that thong, I was determined to see that I filled up the bag.

I let my trousers slowly fall to the floor. My penis was clearly outlined against the silk. They seemed to be having a good time. I moved around the room, dancing, swaying, shaking that bag in front of each of them. 

The music ended. I blinked and looked around, suddenly feeling very foolish. "I hope you enjoyed that," I managed to mumble.

"Oh, you're not finished," replied Judge Santos. "We saw how you ran your hand over your penis when you were taking off those slacks. Did that feel good?"

"Um. Uh." All I could do was stammer. "We want to see more of that," she instructed. She put more music on. "Let's see how you play with that."

My mouth dropped open in disbelief. She was staring directly into my eyes, challenging me. Slowly, I ran my hands down my chest, moving to the music again. My hands reached my crotch. I felt my hand, lightly running over the underside of my cock. It was immediately fully erect, straining against the silk. Swaying my hips, caressing my cock, and hand cupping and tickling my balls. Looking around the room, 5 pairs of eyes staring at my cock! I rubbed it gently, moving slowly around the room, giving each member of the audience a closeup.

When I reached Judge Santos, she slapped her palm hard against the arm of her chair. "Now. Take them off. We want to see what you are playing with." This time, I didn't have any hesitation. I had lost whatever shame should have inhibited me. If anything, I rushed to release my cock. It bobbed up and down as the silk bag was removed from it. 

"Show us how you play with that thing," Judge Santos commanded. I stood in the middle of the room, slowly moving my hand up and down the shaft. A wet, sticky drop appeared on the tip. 

"Don't cum until I tell you that you can." Judge Santos, of course. "Let everyone here inspect that tool of yours."

I went and stood before one of the strangers, a mousy, gray-haired woman. I stood directly in front of her, the tip of my cock pointed directly at her. Barely caressing it, afraid of losing control. "Would you point it down, so that I can examine all of it?" she asked. I was surprised at this request, but immediately complied, turning and pointing my penis is all direction so that she could examine it from all angles. As I walked away from her, I noticed her hand sliding inside her skirt.

The second stranger. Somewhat younger than the others. "Can I touch it?" she asked. 

Judge Santos replied, "That was not what we agreed." 

"Can I have him rub it against my foot?" 

"All right," Judge Santos agreed. The young stranger put her foot on a stool, and signaled for me to kneel before her. I rubbed the underside of my shaft against her toes and the heel of her foot.

"All right," Judge Santos commanded, impatiently.

I went to Judge O'Malley, next. "I like to see them bounce up and down," she said, laughing. "Do some exercises for us." I felt silly, doing jumping jacks and high knee kicks, naked in front of this woman, but my erection remained firm. Indeed, it did feel good to have it bouncing stiffly up and down. Judge O'Malley slid a hand under her blouse and began squeezing her ample bosom. I guess she liked it.

The Professor. I stood in front of her, displaying my hardness, breathing heavily. "Do you ever stick a finger in your ass when you masturbate?" The question surprised me. I didn't answer. 

"Well, do you," came from Judge Santos. 

"Well, yes, but only if I am lubricated." I finally answered. 

The Professor opened her purse and passed me a jar of hand cream. I coated my finger, added some to my rear opening, and took a deep breath. I stood sideways before her, so that she could see my erection standing out in front of me, and my finger as it teased around the rim of my anus. I slid my finger in, to the first joint, to the second. My hand moving slowly up and down my now throbbing cock. An involuntary moan of pleasure escapes my lips and my finger reached my prostate. 

"Show me" the Professor commanded. Understanding, I knelt on the floor, facing away from her, my ass in the air toward her. Taking my hand off my cock, sliding my finger in and out of my ass, caressing and stimulating the prostate. Ass squirming. 

"My turn." Judge Santos. Back on my feet. Walking over to her, my cock pointing up. Waiving and bobbing. Squeezing my thighs together, I stand before her, for her inspection. Hands behind my back, not touching it. 

"All right." She said. "You will lie on the floor in the middle of the room. With your cock pointing straight up. Rest your back on a cushion, so we can see your ass and ball, as well as that lovely prick of yours. You will begin stroking when I tell you." I got into the position as she instructed. "All right ladies. Are you ready to see him cum?" There were words of assent from around the room. 

As I looked at my audience, I saw that the older woman I didn't know had her hand well up her skirt. The younger one had removed her slacks, and had slid a finger into the side of her panties. The Professor had a pillow shoved under her dress, between her thighs like a horse. Judge O'Malley, amazingly, had removed nearly all of her clothing, everything except her panties. Her full heavy breasts hung before her, the brown nipples hard and pointy as she caressed them. Judge Santos was still fully dressed, but her blouse was unbuttoned.

"Now, begin stroking, but slowly." I complied, enjoying the gentle, slow waives of pleasure. 

"Have him put that finger back up his ass." The Professor really liked that. 

"Okay, you heard her." 

I coated my finger again with cream, lifted my ass so that the Professor could see, and slid my finger back in. She began to rub back and forth on her pillow.

"All right," Judge Santos demanded. "Start stroking faster, but don't cum until I say." I complied, but I had to stop and squeeze my cock, occasionally, to keep from losing control. I saw Judge Santos panties fall to her ankles, and she kicked them away. She placed something under her skirt, and I heard a buzzing sound. There was another vibrator going, somewhere else in the room. 

"Now," commanded Judge Santos. I began pumping my cock with abandon. Finally. Anticipating the release. Feeling it build in my balls. Clenching my perineal to hold it back. My ass grabbing my finger. Finally, it exploded. Shooting upward. An intensity I haven't felt since my 20's. Shouts and screams of pleasure and climax from around the room. Warm, sticky cum coating my stomach. The room filled with smells of arousal. 

A round of applause. "Thank you for providing the evening's entertainment."



The Judge



Hi.

You might remember me. My name is Ellie - and I'm a slut.

Not always you understand, but sometimes. Normally, I'm almost demure. But when my lustful desires take over, I just have to get away and do something about them -- and that's were you might remember me from. I wrote all about my adventures a little while ago. Well, if you read my diaries then you'll know that sooner or later those lustful desires were going to come back. Well, not so long ago they did.

And so I went away again.

And this is what happened on my second night in Spain.

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My pussy felt as if it was on fire. I'd been on holiday for two days, and hadn't even started to satisfy my lustful cravings. I glanced across at the bed as I walked through my hotel room, at the toys strewn there. I'd only just got out of the shower, where I'd spent an awful long time caressing my body and plunging my fingers inside my pussy until I'd exploded with the most wonderful orgasm, but still I wanted, needed, more. I knew that what I really needed was a nice, hot cock. But somehow, since I'd arrived back in Spain, I just hadn't got what I wanted. Oh, there'd been opportunities, but it was if I was waiting for something else, something special, something different, to come along.

I glanced at the clock, and saw that I had a good hour until I needed to get dressed and ready for dinner. After that, I was planning to go out and explore the bars along the sea front. I reached for the towel that I'd dropped on the end of the bed, catching sight of the toys again as I leant over, my full breasts swaying forward. I was planning to go out onto the balcony for a while to dry off in the early evening sun, but seconds later that was forgotten as I sat at the end of the bed, propped up against several pillows, my breast in one hand while I ran the fingers of the other around my engorged clit.

I moaned as I tweaked a nipple, softly at first and then harder as other fingers traced a circle around my clit. I glanced across at my reflection in the mirror on the dressing table at the end of the bed, at my flushed face. Without really thinking, I got up and quickly tilted the mirror forward. Settling back down, I sighed as I watched in the mirror as my fingers disappeared into my pussy. I fingered myself slowly, relishing the feel of at least something inside me. I sighed as little tremors of pleasure ran through me, my already hard nipples tightening even more as I tugged on them gently.

I closed my eyes for a moment and laid back, settling into the pillows as my fingers found a good, steady rhythm across my clit and deep inside my wanton pussy. With a sigh, I pulled my fingers from my pussy and licked them slowly, tasting my juices before I felt around the bed for the toys. I found one of my favourites, a small vibrator, slender and short, but which felt amazing on my clit. I opened my eyes and watched in the mirror as my fingers and toy did their work, each alternating between my clit and pussy.

My body was on fire, my nipples aching with desire. I pinched them fiercely, clamping the vibrator between my thighs to free up my hands. I pulled the toy from my pussy, needing something more. I grabbed another vibrator, a long, thick one that was so cock like it was scary. I threw my legs apart and watched in the mirror again, my wet pussy and the tight rosebud of my ass staring back at me. I could the shininess of my juices were they'd trickled slowly down between my taut cheeks.

With a wanton groan, I grabbed the small toy again and quickly sucked it, before guiding the moist plastic towards my ass. I relaxed as it slid inside me just enough to send waves of pleasure through me. I fucked my ass gently, my fingers swirling slowly around my clit again. My ass tightened around the vibrator, holding it in place while I held my lips apart and slipped the thicker cock into my hot pussy.

Through blurred eyes, I watched in the mirror as I fucked myself, as I toyed with my clit, as I pulled on my already swollen nipples. I watched my breasts swaying as I drove the cock into me, faster, deeper. I watched as a flush rose through me, as my mouth hung open. I watched and felt my orgasm build, and then burst through me, driven by my toys and my fingers, by my need and lust, my ass and pussy full.

I gasped and cried out as my body rocked with pleasure. I held the toys inside my body, my thighs tight together as I squeezed my breasts, as my orgasm flooded my body before running its course. I eased the toys out of me, before flopping back onto the bed, gasping for breath, my body slick with perspiration.

Once I'd got my breath back, I took another shower, and this time I managed to behave while I washed, while I went and sat out on the balcony, a towel wrapped loosely around me. I let the sun dry me off before heading back into the bedroom, pangs of hunger telling me that it was time for dinner. Or was it pangs of another sort telling me to get dinner -- and hit the town?

As I walked back into the bedroom and dropped my towel, I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror. My red hair hung loosely around my shoulders, framing my face. I always thought my nose was too small, but my bright eyes and full lips more than made up for it. I turned sideways, and checked out the upward tilt of my full breasts, the hard, pointed nipples. I shivered as I ran a hand over my flat stomach, before turning around to check out my firm, rounded ass and long, slender legs in the mirror.

"Not bad," I murmured to myself as I turned to face the mirror again, casting my eyes one more time over my lightly tanned body, with only my mound standing out, plump and white, its covering of short red hair doing little to hide what lay beneath. 

I quickly combed my hair out, leaving it loose around my shoulders. I grabbed favourite black bra and thong, a tight vee neck tee shirt that showed off my breasts to perfection, and a short flared skirt. I looked at the bra, and then discarded it before pulling the thong up my legs, making sure that it was settled nicely around my mound before pulling the red skirt on after it.

I looked in the mirror again, taking pleasure in the sight of my breasts. I pulled on the white tee shirt, loving how it clung to my breasts. The material was already rubbing my nipples, making them rise up, my clothes doing nothing to hide them. I grinned at myself as I checked my hair again. A quick spray of perfume, and I was ready.

"Girl," I told myself in the mirror, "you're looking good!"

I slipped on a pair of stilettos that showed off my legs, grabbed my bag and was gone, my short skirt swirling around my thighs as I headed for the lifts. I strolled into the restaurant and headed for the table I'd been allocated when I arrived. I enjoyed the walk through the crowded room, knowing that so many eyes were on me -- the eyes of men who lusted after me, and of women who were either jealous or envious, or who wanted me as well.

I took my time over dinner, enjoying the attention of the handsome Spanish waiters. Part of me wanted to rush, but part of me wanted to take my time. And as I did, I felt an unexpected sense of anticipation building. I suddenly knew that tonight was going to be something special, that this was what I'd been waiting for. I had no idea what that something was, but my pussy was throbbing unbearably at just the thought, my already hard nipples tightening against my tee shirt.

After dinner, I stuck to my plan and headed down towards the sea front. The streets that were lined with tacky souvenir shops during the day were now alive with the throbbing beat from a multitude of bars, the music bouncing off the closely packed buildings. I took my time, enjoying the sights and sounds around me, the attention I was getting. I smiled flirtatiously a few times, and frowned discouragingly a few more as I made my way towards the sea front.

The sea breeze caught my skirt as I turned to walk along the bar and club lined promenade, but I didn't bother to stop it as it rose high up on my thighs. I wandered into the first bar and slid onto a high bar stool, crossing my legs carefully as I ordered a glass of white wine. I looked around as I sipped my drink, seeing a typical Spanish sea front bar. I decided that it wasn't the place for me, and finished my drink quickly before sliding off the stool.

The next bar was much the same, though this time I stayed long enough to chat for a few minutes to a group of Germans of about my age. They were talking excitedly about a new club that had just opened where "anything goes", and I knew straight away that that was the place for me. I finished my drink and headed off in the same direction as them.

I found it straight away, although to be honest the crowds outside and the flashing lights gave it away a bit. There was a long queue of people waiting to get in, so I put on my sauciest walk and headed straight towards the doorman at the front of the queue, my skirt swirling around my legs. A brilliant smile and I was let through, along with a few others.

I stepped inside, and immediately felt those behind me pressing forward. I felt a hand curling around my ass, squeezing a cheek gently. I grinned to myself and moved away without looking back, my nipples taut under my tee shirt. I made my way around the club, swaying with the music as I walked, but ignoring the open invitations to dance.

The club seemed to be split into four parts, each with its own dance floor. Each of the parts pounded to a different sort of music, except the last one I saw which was being used for running competitions and the like. Without thinking, I moved onto the dance floor nearest me, automatically swaying in time with the music bouncing around me.

I danced for a while, lost in the music, my arms above my head at times. The heat in the club washed over me, making my already tight tee shirt cling to my body. A few people danced in front of me, both men and women, but for now I just smiled back, enjoying their attention. But something deep inside me was still telling me that something was going to happen.

The dancing had made me thirsty, as well as hot in all sorts of places. I made my way to the bar and bought an iced coke, that I sipped as I wandered around the club again. Two men looped their arms through mine and tried to guide me back to the bar, and for a moment I was tempted, but with a smile and a promise to "catch them later" I moved on. 

In the competition area, some sort of beauty contest was just ending. I smiled as the winner tugged her tee shirt back down over the lacy bra that barely hid her full breasts, and for a moment I wondered what I'd missed. But then my attention was caught by the disc jockey that was running the competitions, a tall, dark Spaniard who just oozed with a confident sex appeal.

"Okay," he called out to the waiting crowd in his heavily accented English, "It's the boys turn now ... or should that be the girls turn?"

He paused as the crowd laughed and cheered.

"Do we have any contestants?" he asked.

More cheers went up as a man was pushed onto the dance floor by his mates, and then another as two more strutted forward, soon to be joined by a fourth. The disc jockey called them over to where he was stood, while four chairs were quickly lined up with numbers on them.

"Okay," the disc jockey called, "we have our contestants."

Another cheer went up as the four men waved to the crowd, which was noticeable bigger than it had been.

"Now," he asked the four of them, "You know why you're here?" 

They all nodded, a couple confidently, the others nervously. The crowd was pushing forward now, and I felt another hand curling around my ass.

"Right," the Disc jockey called out, "all we need now is a Judge! Come on ladies, who will judge Cock Of the week?"

A mixture of laughing and cheering went around the crowded room, but no volunteers. In the end, he called out to Angel, one of the bar staff, to come and help out. A tall, dark haired girl, clearly prepared for her role, sauntered onto the dance floor, quickly applying some red lipstick before reaching for the edge of her short, tight tee shirt.

"I'll do it!"

Angel stopped dead, a mixture of relief and disappointment crossing her face as the disc jockey looked around. It was only when I felt his eyes burning into me that I realised it had been me who'd spoken.

With the cheers of the crowd ringing in my ears, I stepped forward, someone taking my drink from my hand. I walked over to the disc jockey, who wrapped an arm around me and asked me my name.

"Okay, folks, this is Ellie and she's going to judge Cock Of The Week."

Another cheer, even louder this time.

"Gentlemen, draw a card."

My knees were trembling as I watched him hold out four cards for the men to choose from, each with a number on it. The contestants took their cards and went so sit on the allocated chair, all of them looking more nervous than they had a moment ago.

"Let's begin!" yelled the disc jockey, his cry drowned out by another cheer.

As one, the four men stood up and pulled their tee shirts over their heads. As they stood looking around, I ran my eyes appreciatively over their bare chests, and, as they stripped down to their underwear, over their strong legs -- and everywhere else. They stood, naked except for the bulging underwear, waving again, expectant grins on their faces. Angel passed me the lipstick, and only then did it start to really sink in. But suddenly my pussy was on fire again -- and I knew that this was what I'd been waiting for.

I stepped forward and waved back to the cheering crowd before quickly applying some lipstick. I handed it back to Angel, who still held her hand out. I remembered then how she'd been reaching for the edge of her tee shirt.

With a roar echoing around me, I turned to the crowd and tugged my tee shirt up, stopping as it reached the bottom of my breasts. And then I swept it over my head, standing with my arms stretched, showing off my swaying breasts to everyone who wanted to look. And I wanted them all to look. I tossed the tee shirt to Angel, and then walked across to contestant number one.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, reaching out to run a hand over the bulge in the front of his boxers. I tugged them down sharply, freeing his already hard cock. I stared for a moment. His cock wasn't very long, but it was very thick, and very hard, the bulging tip exposed, his balls like two hard stones nestling beneath. I leant forward and without hesitating took all of him into my hungry mouth.

I sucked hard, my hands on his hips, and then his ass as my head bobbed up and down, red lipstick smearing along his thick shaft. I looked up at him, past his hard, flat belly and strong, hairy chest, to his face. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back. As my tongue and lips worked on his strong cock, I heard his moans even about the cheering crowd. I felt him tense, and knew that I could make him cum if I wanted to. But I guessed that what the crowd wanted to see was all four cocks standing proud, so reluctantly I gave number one a last suck, kissed the tip of his cock as it stood out from his body, and then shuffled across to number two.

Even as I arrived in front of number two, he was already dragging his cock free from his boxer shorts. If number one was short and thick, then number two was definitely long and slender. His cock hung down over his balls, just waiting for some attention. I could feel him throbbing as I wrapped my hand around him and drew just his cock head into my mouth. He groaned as I cradled his balls, massaging them slowly with one hand, while reaching back across to number one with the other, determined to keep them both hard.

Number two rocked his hips, pumping his cock slowly into my mouth. I grasped his shaft, stopping him from going too deep, especially when he speeded up, just as I knew he would, just as I wanted him to. I let my mouth hang loose as he fucked it, only pulling away when he tried to grasp my head and pull me tighter. 

I rocked back on my heels, staring at his long cock as it jutted from his body, dripping from my mouth and his pre cum. With a grin, I gave it one last stroke and shuffled across to number three. I looked up at him for the first time, and my already over heated pussy went into overdrive. I rubbed his bulging cock as my eyes raked over his broad, muscular chest and flat belly, over his powerful thighs, and then back up to his bright blue eyes. 

With my eyes still on his, I grasped the elastic of his underwear, and slowly peeled them down his thighs and off. I heard an appreciative gasp from the crowd around me, and I knew why when I looked down and saw his cock for the first time. It looked thick and heavy, hanging over his taut balls. His skin was already peeled back, a drip of pre cum forming. He wasn't as thick as number one or as long as number two, but his cock looked just perfect.

A searing heat seemed to shoot through my hand as I touched him for the first time. I pushed his cock up against his flat belly and ran my tongue slowly along his shaft. The second time I started as low down as I could reach between his balls, and licked slowly up to the very tip before drawing him into my mouth. He tasted amazing, his cock fitting me perfectly. I swirled my tongue around him, licking and sucking, feeling him grow inside me.

I glanced across and saw that one and two were both slowly stroking their own cocks, so I concentrated on number three, reaching behind him to caress his firm ass as I sucked hungrily on his swollen shaft. I pushed him back up against his belly and licked his balls, drawing them into my mouth one at a time. His hips moved gently as I took his cock back into my mouth, working with me, and I wanted nothing more than for him to pump his cum into my wanton mouth. Somehow I stopped myself, pulling away from him as his deep moans began to echo around me.

I moved back and looked at his cock again. It jutted from his body at a right angle, perfectly straight apart from a gorgeously curved tip, and I knew that I had to feel it inside me. I reached out for him again, but stopped as the disc jockey called out "number four".

I shuffled across again, this time looking up at a tall coloured man who looked pretty confident that he had the competition sewn up. He looked at me, smirked, and then tugged his own boxers down. I gasped and sat back on my heels. His cock hung long and limp over his huge balls, but even as I reached out tentatively to touch him, it reared up, straightening at an alarming rate. 

"Go on then," he murmured, reaching out and pulling me forward as the crowd cheered.

I licked across his big purple cock head, just catching the taste of his salty pre cum before his cock jerked away, swaying menacingly before me as he held my head still. He rocked his hips, his cock swaying in front of me until he guided my mouth onto it, his fingers caught in my hair. He thrust forward, driving his cock into my mouth before I could grab his shaft. I felt him hit the back of my throat before I could jerk my head away. He calmed down then, and I stroked him, both my hands wrapped around his shaft, pulling on him until he stood massively erect.

"Do we have a winner?" the disc jockey called out.

I stood up, my legs shaky and started at the four cocks, all standing erect. My pussy was throbbing unbearably, and my nipples were aching and erect. I could still taste all of them in my mouth, and I wanted more, I didn't want this to end. The crowd was closer now, closing in with their excitement.

"Do we have a winner?" he shouted again, above the cheers of the crowd as they watched number four preening in anticipation.

I reached out and stroked his cock quickly, and then the others, holding and caressing them as if I was picking a winner.




The Judge



"Sit down," I hissed to number one. 

He looked at me, a puzzled look on his face, so I pushed him in the chest gently. He sat, his cock hard and upright. Before a word could be said, and maybe before I fully realised what I was doing, what I was planning, I was straddling him, reaching down to drag my thong to one side as I settled down on his rock hard cock.

I rode him quickly, his cock buried deep inside me one moment, and then almost falling out of me the next. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, my nipples scraping against the thick mat of hairs on his chest. I sat up higher, pushing my swollen nipples towards his mouth as I bounced up and down. He didn't last long, his cum gushing into me moments before my orgasm hit me. I squirmed down on his lap, keeping his cock embedded inside me as a warm glow rushed through me.

The crowd was cheering again now, though Angel and the disc jockey were looking around frantically, wondering what to do. I didn't care, I knew what I wanted. I stood up, number one's cock falling from me wetly. The crowd cheered as number two sat down in anticipation, slowly stroking his long, slender cock. I stepped across to him, cum on the inside of my thighs, and stood in front of him. With a wiggle of my ass, I pulled my thong right off and turned around. Reaching between my legs, I guided him into my pussy, wriggling down into his lap to take him as deep as I could.

His hands came around me to grab my breasts, pulling roughly on my nipples. I cried out as he pinched one hard, but then moaned softly as he caressed them more gently. Beside me, number one was stroking his still semi erect cock, while number four was grinning confidently. But my eyes were locked on number three, on his body - and his rigid cock with its curved tip.

I gestured to him, and reached for his cock as he moved in front of me. To the wild cheers echoing around the room, I drew him back into my mouth. He moaned out loud, a long drawn out moan that just made me want his cock even more. I desperately wanted him inside my pussy, but for now this would have to do. I grinned around his cock as the thought "the night is young" flashed through my mind.

Beside me, I heard number one cry out and twisted my head slightly to see him leaning back in his chair, with Angel, now topless, on her knees sucking his already recovering cock. By now, number two was driving upwards, his cock reaching deeper inside me with every thrust, while number three was fucking my mouth slowly. As I lifted my ass a little to that he move more, number two grabbed my hips and slammed upwards, deeper than ever. I reached down and rubbed my clit, my other hand stroking number three's wonderful cock until we all came together.

I sank back down onto number two, taking his cock and his cum deep inside me while my orgasm set my body alight. Number three moaned and threw his head back, crying out as his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed hard and clamped my lips around him, but still some cum spilled from the corners of my mouth.

I slumped back to the roar of the crowd, the cock slipping from my mouth. I wiped the cum from my face with my finger, and then carefully licked it. I don't know how he did it, but number one was cumming again, this time in Angel's mouth. Her hand was inside her skirt, her full breasts jiggling in time with her fingers, and soon her cries mixed with everyone else's. 

I stood up slowly, and pulled Angel to her feet, hugging her tight, our breasts mashed together. I kissed her quickly, and then again more slowly, our tongues dancing together as we shared the taste of cum.

"It ain't over yet ... and we ain't got a winner yet!"

I spun around at the sound of number fours growly voice. I'd totally forgotten about him and the competition.

"Come here," he added, his cock waving about in front of menacingly.

At first I hesitated, but then I crossed the few feet to where he was stood, his cock looking bigger than ever as he stroked it slowly. I could feel the cum slipping from my pussy as I moved to the chair he was indicating with a nod of his head. I knew exactly what he wanted, and quickly leant over the back of the chair. I crossed my arms along the rigid back of the chair and rested my head on them, my ass in the air.

I sensed him move closer, and then felt my already short skirt being flicked up. He nudged my feet apart, and I knew that my ass and pussy, with cum already dribbling onto my legs, were being shown off to the crowd. A shudder went through me, but was then forgotten as the huge tip of his cock nudged against my pussy. With a cry of pain, and then pleasure, I felt him slide into me in one long, steady stroke. 

For a moment he held still, his hands resting on my hips. But then he was gone, leaving me feeling empty with just the tip of his cock inside me. He held still, and I tried to push back, wanting that cock back inside me. But number four held still, and only then did I fully realise just how much he was showing off. Now he was showing off his cock, slick and shiny with my juices and cum. I pushed back again, and this time I got my wish -- his cock back inside me. 

This time he didn't hesitate -- he fucked me hard and fast, his hands reaching under me for my breasts at first, but then leaving them to sway wildly as he grabbed my hips and pounded into me harder than ever. I felt faint as another climax ripped through me, and then he was cumming, a torrent of cum flooding me. Triumphantly, he cried out, sending jets of cum into me before pulling out and sending the last few dribbles onto my naked ass.

I slumped onto the chair, but was only there for a second before Angel was beside me, passing me my tee shirt and grinning as she quickly led me away. I held my tee shirt to my breasts as she led me to the bathroom, where I quickly cleaned up, thoughts of what had happened rushing through my mind -- and body. My tee shirt clung to my damp body, my still excited nipples threatening to escape through the thin material. Angel had retrieved my thong from somewhere, so I pulled that on before letting Angel lead me back to the dance floor, quickly finger combing my hair as I went.

A roar went up from the crowd, which was bigger than ever, as I crossed the room. The disc jockey took my hand, and I made a mock bow and waved. The four contestants were dressed now, the wide grins on their faces telling me exactly what they thought of what had happened!

"And now the winner is .... " the disc jockey yelled out, before turning to me expectantly.

I looked across at the four of them, thinking about their cocks. It was, after all, them that I was meant to be judging. I looked at number four, thinking what it was like when he was pounding into me. And then at number two, remembering how deep he'd reached, and number one, how hard and thick he was -- and how quickly he recovered.

But there could only be one winner -- and I wanted him inside me.

"Number three," I called out.

The disc jockey gave him his prize, but I got the kiss. And his mouth tasted just as good as his cock.

"I'm Simon by the way," he murmured, his mouth close to mine, "Fancy a drink now?"

"You bet," I told him, "and the night is still young ....."

And yes, if you're wondering, the rest of the holiday was just as much fun! 



The Judge



This story could go in a number of categories. There isn't a lot of sex. Thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read.

Since court shows seem to interest people, I thought I'd be Judge DG Hear. This is a totally fictitious account of a story I made up. Let me know what you think and I'll see if the Judge has any more cases on his docket. It is a tongue in cheek story; just writing something a little different than my usual fare.

Bailiff Jane Doyle says, "All rise for Judge DG Hear; plaintiffs and defendant, please remain standing. All others in the court room please be seated."

"Judge, this is case #247 Snyder and Snyder vs. Brown."

"Thank you, Jane, we have quite a case here. Let me give a quick review."

"Mrs. April Snyder, you are charging Mr. Bruce Brown with ruining your marriage and want five-thousand dollars in damages; is that correct?"

"Yes, Judge DG."

"Mr. Snyder, as I understand it, you are charging Mr. Brown with alienation of affection from your soon to be ex-wife, whom is Mrs. Snyder, who is standing next to you. Also, you're are charging him with drugging both you and your wife, and he is responsible for your wife getting pregnant. You also want five thousand dollars for ruining your marriage. Is that pretty much your case?"

"It is, your Honor. I want to say that..."

"Mr. Snyder, you will have plenty of time to tell us your story. I run a tight courtroom. I'll ask the questions and you will answer them."

"Sorry, your Honor. I just wanted to say I could only sue him for five thousand because of the state limits."

"Now Mr. Brown, of course you deny all these charges and have a counter-claim against Mr. Snyder for five-thousand dollars for damaging your truck with a tire iron. Is that correct?"

"Yes, it is, Judge, and I have the pictures to prove the damage."

"I'll look at your pictures when we get to the counter-suit. Right now, I want to hear how this suit came about. I'll start with you, Mr. Brown. Tell me how you know the plaintiffs, and why would they accuse you of ruining their marriage."

"To begin, your Honor, April, or Mrs. Snyder if you prefer is my ex-girlfriend. We lived together two years prior to her being with Mark."

"It that true, Mrs. Snyder? Were you and the defendant close friends at one time?"

"Yes, Judge DG, until he kicked me out."

"Mr. Brown, explain to the court why you and Mrs. Snyder separated."

"She cheated on me, your Honor. She cheated on me with Mark, who was my friend at the time."

"Please explain, Mr. Brown."

"Judge, Mark and I are both loggers. We have always worked hard and played hard. Every year our employer celebrates Earth Day and gives his employees the day off. Believe it or not, we really do care about the environment regardless of what you hear about loggers.

"Every Earth Day I throw a big bash at my place. I live in a log home out in the country. I invite all my logger friends to come up and party, and spend the night. They bring campers, vans and tents and most usually spend the night. I supply the beer and most of the eats. We roast a hog and I even get a band in to play for us. I usually have upward of fifty people out to celebrate.

"Two years ago, it was late in the evening or even early morning, when I came in from outside and there was April and Mark in a lovers' embrace on my couch."

"That's not true, your Honor," screamed out April. "We were just kidding around."

"He had his hands in your pants! What do you call it?" Bruce screamed back.

Jane walked up to April and told her to just be quiet. She would have a chance to give her side of the story.

"Okay, Mrs. Snyder, tell me what you were doing. Did Mark in fact have his hand down your pants or is Mr. Brown lying?" I asked.

"Well, Judge, I guess he did have his hand there but he didn't mean anything by it. We were just kidding around like we often do," spoke April.

"So you often let him kid with you by feeling you up, Mrs. Snyder?" I asked.

"No, I didn't mean that. We were just friends. We were just having fun," she said.

"So what happened when Mr. Brown caught you two playing around as you put it?"

"He told us to get out of his house. He reared back like he was going to hit Mark but he didn't do it. He just said, 'get the' ... am I allowed to swear in court, sir?"

"Only if you are repeating exactly what he said."

"He said, 'Get the fuck out of my house before I kick both your asses. I never want to see you again.' I asked him about my stuff and he said I could come back the next day and get it when he didn't have to look at my ugly cheating ass. It's what he said to me, Judge. I told him I didn't do anything wrong but he didn't believe me."

"So, where did you go that late at night, Mrs. Snyder?"

"Mark got up and told me I could go home with him. If it wasn't for Mark I'd have been out on the streets."

"If it wasn't for Mark having his hands in your pants you would have had a home," said Bruce.

Jane looked over at Mr. Brown. "That's enough speaking out of turn. If you persist, you'll be held in contempt."

"Sorry, Judge; I just get pissed when I think about it," replied Mr. Brown.

"Go on, Mrs. Snyder. Did you go back and get your things?"

"Yes, the next day. Mark told me I could stay with him till I found another place to stay."

"Is it the way that you saw it, Mr. Snyder?" I asked.

"That was pretty much what happened, Judge. The only thing that April left out, which I feel is very important, is Bruce telling us that someday he would get even with us. I believe he kept his revengeful promise against us till the following year."

"I read it in your statement, Mr. Snyder, but please repeat it for the record."

"We hadn't talked to Bruce - Mr. Brown - for almost a year. We had gotten married after April had lived with me for a couple of months. Then one day, out of the blue, he called and invited us to the Earth Day celebration last year. April wanted to go but I knew better. I knew Bruce had something up his sleeve. He always has to have his revenge. We should have never gone but April convinced me otherwise," said Mr. Snyder.

"Is it true what Mr. Snyder said, Mr. Brown? Did you invite them to your Earth Day celebration last year? Even after the so-called "betrayal" the year before.

"Yes, Sir. You see, I have all the loggers and their friends and wives come every year. I had a new girlfriend and she told me that since Mark and April had gotten married during the year that I should let bygones be bygones and invite them. After all, we did work for the same company even though in different units.

"So I called April one day and invited them both to my party. They came and brought along a pretty good size tent to sleep in. Of course, I was glad to see them come."

"Okay, Mr. Snyder, why don't you tell us what happened at the party."

"As I said Judge, I didn't totally trust Bruce but I tried to think that maybe he really was trying to be nice. All night long, he kept bringing us beers to drink. It's why now I think back and figured he was spiking them with GHB or some kind of sleeping drugs."

"How did he serve the beer, Mr. Snyder?"

"Plastic glasses, he always bought kegs and used plastic glasses that he could throw away afterwards. I've been going to his parties for years. I think he was slipping a little bit of drugs in April's and my beer. I also think he made mine stronger so that I would sleep through the night. There is a good chance he did slip an aphrodisiac into April's drink too."

"Did you or anyone else see Mr. Brown put anything in your drinks, Mr. Snyder?"

"No, Judge; but I've known Bruce my whole life and I swear he did it. It was his plan to get even with me for taking his girlfriend."

Mr. Brown raised his hand; I gave him a chance to speak. "Judge, I do admit to saying I would get even with him the year before; after all he stole my girlfriend. But, now I have a new woman in my life. Justine and I have been together for a while now and are quite happy."

"Is that the lady seated next to you, Mr. Brown?" I asked.

April yelled out, "That slut's no lady!" The woman stood up to yell back when my bailiff, Jane, told April that the next time she yelled out in court, she would be held in contempt and told the woman Justine to sit back down.

Damn, Jane is one hell of a good bailiff and besides being smart, and good looking, she has a nice ass. Shit, I shouldn't be telling you my thoughts. It has nothing to do with this case.

"Go ahead, Mr. Brown, continue. I would like to know if you had drugs of any kind at your party."

"Judge, I don't do drugs and never have. If there were any drugs at my party, I wasn't aware of it. My guests could have brought their own. As I mentioned earlier, I just supplied the beer. I was nice and trying to make amends with April and Bruce and, yes, I did bring them a number of beers. They also got their own sometimes if I recall."

"Mr. Snyder, please explain what happened later in the evenings. It's the backbone of your accusations in the case against Mr. Brown.

"April and I were having a good time, but we were getting tired very quickly, which is unusual for us. We usually drink a lot more but it seems that on that evening we got tired sooner. I know it's because of the drugs that Bruce put in our beer. Anyway, we decided to go to our tent around midnight. Next thing I knew I was fast asleep and didn't wake till morning.

"The next morning April told me what a tiger in bed I had been and it had been the best sex ever. At the time, I didn't want to tell her that I was so drunk that I didn't remember a damn thing. We both sleep naked, so I believed her. In one sense, I felt proud but in the other, I had no memory of it.

"It was three months later when April came home with the news that she was pregnant. We've been trying for a kid for a while now. We were both ecstatic that it was finally going to happen. She was very careful with her pregnancy. She stopped drinking and ate all the correct foods. Our family and friends were so happy for us.

"I even called Bruce and told him the good news. I remember him saying that was around the time of the Earth Day party and he congratulated us, the bastard!"

"That wasn't necessary, Mr. Snyder. Using profane language in court is not tolerated unless you are repeating something that was said to you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Sorry, Judge DG, it just aggravates me so much when I think of him probably smirking on the other end of the phone when I told him of April's pregnancy."

"Okay, Mr. Snyder, go ahead with your testimony."

"Well, it was time to deliver the baby and I left work to get to the hospital. I was in April's room helping to deliver the baby when we, the doctor and me, noticed the baby was black. Not maybe black but as dark as the ace of spades. I was shocked. I started calling April all kind of names which I won't repeat here. She was crying profusely saying that she didn't have sex with anyone but me. I had to leave the hospital before I did something stupid.

"I walked past our family members and didn't say a word to anyone. I went to the bar and started drinking. I really didn't think that April would cheat on me but the baby was black."

"Mr. Snyder, Mr. Brown is a white male also. How can you accuse him for your wife having a black baby?"

"Well, Judge DG, the company we work for doesn't have a lot of people of color working there. There are a few Latinos and men from other countries but not really blacks. There were three at least that I noticed at the party. I figured they were invited to the party by Bruce so he could get that revenge on us."

"Mr. Brown, did you have any Afro-Americans at your Earth Day party?"

"Yes, Judge, I did. As I mentioned, I invited all the people that I work with. There were three young black men who were working during spring break with us. Of course, I invited them to the party. In fact if I remember correctly, two of them brought dates."

"What are their names and where do they live, Mr. Brown?"

"I just knew them by their first names. They were Tom, Terrance and Tyrone. I remember calling them the three T's. They only worked about a month before going back east somewhere to college. I have no idea where they're from; maybe April or Mark can try contacting them through our employer but I don't have any information other than three guys that worked with us for a short period."

"So, Mr. Snyder, what do you think happened here?"

"I think Bruce hired these three black guys to have sex with my wife as revenge and her getting pregnant was just icing on his cake. He drugged her so she wouldn't realize what happened and gave me enough drugs to be out for the entire time."

"When did you come up with the idea that he planned this revenge, Mr. Snyder?"

"After I saw the black baby, I freaked out. I believed April told me the truth and the next day I went back to the hospital to compare thoughts and that's when we figured out what that pric... I mean Bruce did."

"Mrs. Snyder, let me hear your version of what happened the night of that Earth Day party."

"Pretty much like Mark said. We drank beer most of the night and it was usually brought to us by Bruce."

"Did you notice the black men at all during the evening?"

"Yes, they would smile at me but it was a party. I really didn't talk to them other than saying 'nice party', or glad to meet you. They looked like they might have been in their early twenties. I did notice that they would smile at me at lot during the evening. I didn't say anything to Mark because no one was doing anything wrong."

"So what happened after you and your husband went to your tent?"

"As Mark told you, we were naked and I got under the covers and went to sleep. I was in a real heavy daze when I felt someone, who I thought to be Mark, rubbing my body. It felt so good, I thought that I was dreaming at first. I remember coming and screaming out. It felt so good. It wasn't long before I was entered again. I could hardly believe Mark was up again, but I let myself go."

"At anytime at all do you remember seeing faces or hearing voices, Mrs. Snyder?"

"Not really. It was dark and I felt like I was dreaming. Especially when Mark mounted me for what I thought was the third time. I think I just curled up next to him and went to sleep afterwards. As I say, I was like in a fog the whole time."

"Did you discuss your sexual activity with him the next day?"

"Oh, yes, I told him how much I loved him and how good it felt. I really did believe it was him. I was so out of it."

"How did he respond to you the next day? Did he say he didn't remember anything or that he slept through it all? Did he give you any sign at all that it wasn't him, Mrs. Snyder?"

"No, not till the day after the baby was born. That was when he told me he didn't remember anything. It had to be the day that Bruce set us up. Honest, Judge DG; I didn't have sex with anyone but my husband since we've been married. At least that I was aware of. Now it's ending our marriage. Bruce got the revenge he wanted."

"Why would your marriage be over? If you felt you were drugged and your husband felt you were drugged, why would you get divorced?"

"Can I answer that Judge?" said Mr. Snyder.

"Please do," I said.

"It's the baby. I'm not going to raise someone else's black baby. I just can't do it. Everyone's laughing at me behind my back now. I told April if she gave up the baby for adoption that we could move away and stay married. I just can't accept the kid. Maybe I'm a horrible person but I'm not raising the kid. I know it's not mine and I can't pretend that it is.

"Mr. Snyder, you haven't showed me any proof that Mr. Brown is at fault here. If the baby had his DNA or he took part in molesting your wife, it could be some evidence, but you have nothing."

"He probably did dip his wick, Judge," said Mr. Snyder.

Justine McCoy raised her hand and asked to speak. 

"What is it, Ms. McCoy?" I asked.

She stood up and spoke. "Bruce was never with April that night, Judge."

"I thought you said you were working the midnight shift at the hotel in town and weren't at the Earth Day party, Ms. McCoy. That's what you put in your deposition to the court."

"I wasn't home until seven in the morning but about three in the morning Bruce came to the hotel. He told me it was quiet at the ranch and he was horny, so he came to see me. At that time of the morning, it's very quiet at the hotel. Bruce and I went into the office and had sex. I remember we did it twice.

"He then slept in my chair till it was time for me to leave and he drove me home. By that time, he was ready again. There is no way he had sex with anyone at that party and made love to me the way he did."

Mark spoke next. "Judge, I've known Bruce my whole life. When he says he's going to go through with something he always does. I can give you a perfect example."

"I'd like to hear this example of yours, Mr. Snyder. It may say something about Mr. Brown's character."

"Well, Judge, about four years ago Bruce had loaned a guy some money and Bruce told him he wanted his money or he was going to take the interest out of the man's wife's ass. He went over every week and had sex with the woman as interest until the loan was paid off."

"Is this story true, Mr. Brown?"

"Yes, Judge, it is but Mark left out some very important information. The couple were swingers and the woman was a very willing participant. In fact, one time Mark came with me and screwed the woman also.

I looked over at Mr. Snyder who was looking down at the moment. He was caught like a deer in the headlights. I looked over at Ms. McCoy and asked her. "Did you know that your boyfriend, Bruce, was that type of man that would have sex with another man's wife as interest on a debt?"

Justine answered, "Yes, Judge, I knew all about it. I was that woman but I don't swing anymore since I've been with Bruce. I got divorced and started dating Bruce."

I couldn't believe the nut jobs I got in my court. I looked over and heard April telling Mark that she never knew that he slept with that slut, meaning Justine. April wanted to say more but she got a dirty look from Jane and decided to be quiet.

I decided to ask about the counter suit. "Mr. Brown, in your counter-suit you claim that Mr. Snyder beat your truck with a tire iron and you only had liability insurance and you want him to pay for the damages; is that correct?"

"Yes, Judge, here are pictures of my truck after he beat on it. I also have a witness."

"Jane, would you be so kind as to retrieve the photos for me?" I loved watching her walk. She might have had on slacks but she had one of those small, tiny, tight looking butts.

"Who is your witness, Mr. Brown?" I asked.

"Jim Smalley. He's one of the log rollers in our company. He's out in the lobby; he's the one that told me he saw Mark with the tire iron."

"Jane, would you go get Mr. Smalley and ask him to come in please." Damn, I got to watch her butt again.

Jane got Mr. Smalley and swore him in to tell the truth.

"Mr. Smalley, did you see Mark Snyder beat on Bruce Brown's truck?"

"I did, sir. It was two days after the Snyder's baby was born. Everyone was in the woods cutting down trees. I had to take a dump and I came back to camp where we had the Port-a-Potties. It was also where we parked our vehicles."

"So what exactly did you see?"

"I heard a banging noise and, as I came out of the Port-a-Pot, I saw Mark banging away on Bruce's truck. He kept hitting it and breaking all the windows. I stood back so he didn't see me. He was mad, I mean really mad and was taking it out on the truck."

"What happened next?"

"After he left - he was working at another site away from our job - I went out and told Bruce. He was pissed too when he saw it. He called the sheriff to file a report but didn't tell them that Mark did it. He told me not to say anything either, so I didn't until now."




The Judge



"Mr. Brown, may I see the police report"

"Jane if you would do the honors of getting it." Damn, I like that butt.

"Mr. Brown, why didn't you tell the Sheriff you knew who vandalized your vehicle?"

"I knew that Mark was going through a hard time with the black baby and all and thought I'd wait and confront him when he was a little more level-headed. Next thing I know, they filed these stupid charges against me so I said, 'Hell with it, no more Mr. Nice Guy' and filed my counter-suit."

"Mr. Snyder, do you deny battering Mr. Brown's truck?"

"No, hell, I didn't know he had a witness but that old truck isn't worth shit. Hell, it was beat to death a long time before I got to it."

"Do you have any pictures of his truck before you vandalized it, Mr. Snyder? According to the year and model, its value is over seven thousand dollars. Unfortunately you can't prove it was worth less before you did a number on it. He gave me two estimates; one totaling the truck and the other if he were to repair it would cost five thousand dollars."

"Sorry Judge, but that old truck wasn't worth shit, but I can't prove it," said Mr. Snyder.

"Mr. Smalley, I have a couple of questions for you. Were you at the Earth Day celebration?"

"Yes, Judge, I was."

"Did you see these men of color anywhere near the Snyder's tent?"

"As a matter of fact I did. I saw two of them go in but didn't think anything of it seeing both April and Mark were there. I went in my tent and had sex with my woman and a little while later I came out to take a wiz and I saw the other black man come out of their tent. He was doing up his belt buckle. Again, that wasn't at all unusual at Earth Day parties."

"At any time did you see Mr. Brown go near the Snyder's tent or talk to the black men after you had seen them coming out of the tent?"

"No, in fact Bruce waved to me as he was driving away. I had no idea where he was going but when I woke up in the morning he was back home."

"Thank you for you statements, Mr. Smalley. I'll be back in a few minutes and render my decisions."

This was almost a slam duck case. The plaintiffs had nothing but guesses and allegations. The bad part is I think they were telling the truth but there was no proof of any kind. I looked at Mr. Brown when Mr. Snyder talked about the baby being black and Mr. Brown had to hold back from laughing.

As far as the truck damage, there was a witness and a police report, and Mark admitted to it. All the people that were part of this case were something else. At one time or another, they had all screwed each other. Time to go out and give my verdict.

"Mr and Mrs. Snyder. I feel for you, I really do. I feel the sorriest for this baby who didn't ask to be born black. If he was white, you never would have questioned whether he was your son. I hope that some way you can agree to do what's best for the child.

"Mark, I understand it would take a hell of a man to raise this child but just maybe you could be that man. I know your wife went through a lot having this baby and giving it up would be darn near impossible for her. April, think about the life of the baby too. Would it be better in a home with two parents? Your life will be drastically changed too. I hope the two of you will be able to work it out.

"You can try to track down the men of color and see about taking them to court for DNA tests and possibly child support. I doubt if you can prove non-consent with no evidence.

"As far as your case against Mr. Brown, there isn't any evidence to prove any of your allegations. If you were raped and filed a police report after it happened, I might have found some cause. Unfortunately, you didn't communicate and didn't find out for nine months.

"Mr. Snyder, your alienation of affection is your own fault. April isn't giving you sex because you want a divorce from her. Mr. Brown isn't the problem with you two not having sex."

"On the counter claim, I am awarding Mr. Brown five thousand dollars for the damaged truck. He has proven his case. That is my verdict."

Mr. and Mrs. Snyder walked out very somber while Mr. Brown and his girlfriend were smiling. I went by the book but deep down I don't feel justice was served today.

Jane met me in my quarters and we talked a little about the case. She mentioned that she wouldn't be surprised to see a case of attempted murder against Mark. He sure didn't seem like he was ready to throw in the towel.

I had to agree with her. It was just a matter of time before their tempers would take over their common sense. Jane smiled at me and shook that butt of hers as she walked out of my chambers. Damn, she had one hell of an ass.

Thank you for reading my story. It was just a fun write for me. I got the idea one day after watching some of these strange court cases.

Comments are always welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear



The Judge



I decided to review the tomorrow cases at home. I was tired from the morning audiences and the lunch has been short and unsatisfactory.

I glanced at the wall clock in my studio at home. Four pm. Plenty of time to review the six simple cases I had to deal with tomorrow. A glass of iced tea and I was ready. Settling back in my comfortable arm-chair I donned my reading glasses and picked the first folder. I started by the short summary carefully formatted in a way to help me picking the essentials, written by Barbara, my assistant since ever.

Case 2005. Scheduled for May 21 at 9:00. Jane Wood, 29, housewife, married to Robert Wood, a doctor. No children. Caught shoplifting in the lingerie department of Monk&Sparrow, a department story in Gallery mall. A note from the manager informed that it was the third time Mrs. Wood was caught doing the same in their department store, but in different malls. The first two times Mr. Wood bought her out, but this time the store decided to press the charges.

Why should a wife of a doctor, certainly not pressed for money, steal a hundreds bucks worth of panties and bras?

There was a report of twenty or thirty pages from a forensic psychiatrist using big Latin words trying to answer exactly that question. I sighed, sipped more of the unsweetened tea and started on page one of the report.

...oo00OO00oo...

"All rise for the Judge!"

I climbed on my podium, nodded at the usually full room and banged my gravel. "Next case."

"Case 2005, people against Mrs. Jane Wood," intoned the bailiff.

I looked at the young housewife. She was a pretty little thing dressed in conservative clothes that enhanced her youngish look. Her hair was cut short and combed in a way that combined with large green eyes gave her an innocent appearance. Her general demeanor was probably the work of her expensive lawyer, Samuel Long, employed by nine out of ten of wealthy people in trouble.

"Are you ready, counselors?" I asked both parties.

"Yes, your honor," was the simultaneous answer from them. The assistant DA was a young lawyer that didn't impress me favorably. He was rather lazy and lost several cases because of sloppy work. They started to give him unimportant cases as this one. But of course you had to be a genius to fail on a clean cut case like that.

I heard his harangue which was at least well constructed and mercifully short. He presented his evidences which included a short video of surprisingly good quality which showed in detail how she grabbed panties from a rack and stuffed them in her bag. He brought the bag and demonstrated its hidden compartment which indicated premeditation. Finally he called the security guard who arrested Mrs. Wood and the female cop who frisked her after reading her rights and getting her permission. All neat and legal.

When called on the floor, Mr. Long started by admitting his client's guilt. "But there're mitigating factors, Your Honor. We will demonstrate that my client is sick, not really responsible for her actions, but not a menace to the community at all. We will call several character witnesses, but first, may I call Dr. Peterson, a notorious psychologist, who will..."

"Not responsible, my ass," I thought while reclining in my chair and bracing myself for the boring testimony of notorious Dr. Peterson.

There I got a surprise. Dr. Peterson was a shapely blonde in her thirties, wearing a dark blue power suit with sufficiently short skirt to allow me a view of generous expanse of well rounded thighs when she sat on the witness chair. During her whole testimony she tried to pull down the skirt hem without a millimeter of success. Her white blouse was open at top permitting me from my raised position a good glimpse of her milky breasts. She was using a flimsy almost transparent bra giving them a 'nude look'. Her face was very pleasant with a turned up nose, generous mouth and big eyes. She was using light make up which reinforced her good looks. She almost made me think of dropping my old shrink and sail new waters. Oh, wishful thinking.

I probably didn't hear half of her arguments, but got the drift of it. The shoplifting was an addiction that should be cured with long tender care and not punishment. Poor Jane was a victim of circumstances and bla, bla, bla. Nothing that wasn't on the forensic shrink's report.

After two hours of this both counselors were done. It was my time.

"As you know," I was speaking more to the defendant than to the lawyers who should know the laws by heart, "in this case, by the authority vested on me by the State, my decision is final, and not subjected to appeal. It looks like you have the addiction to steal, young lady. Your lawyer wants me to absolve you on the grounds of psychological disturbance or at most give you a slap on the wrist by condemning you to community service. Our district attorney's assistant seems to agree with it." I took a break.  

"But not this time, young lady. It looks to me that your stealing spree was stopped only because you were apprehended. In my opinion you're a spoiled brat who thinks that is still in her teens, with an overindulging husband who pays for your whims."

I looked at the lawyers. Mr. Long certainly knew where I was heading but didn't look too worried by it.

"Your lawyer wants me to give you a slap on the wrist and I will do something like that. The recent laws on vandalism and juvenile delinquency reinstated corporal punishment. To condemn a lady in her late twenties to a flogging is not common, but certainly not unheard off and perfectly legal. So, I condemn you to 18 strokes of the judicial cane on your bare buttocks, to be carried immediately."

There was an audible gasp from the audience and a loud "No! You can't do that!" from the learned Dr. Peterson.

I nodded to the bailiff and the pretty psychiatrist was grabbed by two policemen. "Dr. Patterson, you're arrested for the contempt to the court. It's at least six with the cane on the bare buttocks at the discretion of the judge. Take her out; I'll deal with her later." She was dragged out kicking and screaming. I followed her shapely body being manhandled out of the court. It certainly will be very enjoyable dealing with her in my chambers later on.

The court silenced. The defendant was weeping in her hands. Her lawyer was stroking her hair but had a look of a cat that lapped a bowl of cream. He probably was anticipating the spectacle.

"Mrs. Wood, you will receive your punishment in this room in front of this audience. After that, you're free to go, but it is my fervent hope that the next time you decide to steal, you will be stopped by a vivid remembrance of each and every stroke that you will get today. And if it won't be enough, the next time you're caught, you'll get double of it and a stretch of three months at the newly opened State Correction Facility for Women, where corporal punishment is norm. Do you understand, young lady?"

Mr. Long poked her in the rib and she answered between sobs, "y-yes, y-your, h-honor..."

"Whoever wants to leave the court must do it now. We will close the doors for the execution of the sentence." I banged my gravel. Nobody left. "Sheriff, please proceed." I reclined again to assist the execution in a comfortable position. A leather covered wooden spanking bench was wheeled into the room. It was positioned in a way that the culprit buttocks would be turned in my direction and she would face the audience. She was helped over the bench which was shaped in away that left her buttocks high and on the display, while her torso was low.

The housewife was attached to the bench. Her legs were strapped on one side, spread wide and her hands were strapped on the other side to the legs of the contraption. A wide belt over her lower back firmed her to the bench protecting her kidneys.

A female cop rolled with a degree of difficulty Jane's tight skirt up and over her buttocks. Finally the preparation was concluded when her panties and pantyhose were lowered down to her knees. I had a perfect view of her spread-out bottom and her female charms, while the audience could see her tearful face and the summit of her bottom offered high and well displayed.

"Mrs. Wood, you can cry at will. In fact, a good use of lungs is thought to help you to bear the punishment. Sheriff?"

The sheriff, who was flexing the long and thick rattan can, took the position on the culprit's left side, measured the distance, brought the cane behind him and let it fly.

Swiiiiiish! Craaack! Auuuughh! The sounds of cane traveling through the air followed by it meeting the proffered rump and followed immediately by a desperate howl of somebody who never was striked before, mixed with an awed "aaahhh!" of the audience.

A vivid weal bisected her rounded buttocks attesting to the precision of sheriff's aim.

"One," counted the bailiff.

The sheriff raised the cane again.

...oo00OO00oo...

Crack!

I woke up. The folder had slipped from my lap and banging on the floor brought me back in the middle of a most pleasant dream. "Who knows, the laws change and I can apply a good walloping to a deserved culprit," I dreamed wishfully while picking the second folder:

'Miss Roberta Rider, 18, Vandalism'.

The End



The Judge



"Docket number R8J69, Courtroom 2."

The loudspeaker startled me from my daydreams. I got up and walked out of the waiting area and down the hall. Down the hall, last door on the left, there was a large stained oak "2" in the center of a door.

I pushed the handle and walked in. I would have taken a moment to look around but the room was small enough that I took it all in with a glance. It was only about 10 feet wide and 15 feet long. There was wood paneling on the lower portion of the walls and bright, white paint on the upper part. There was a tall desk at the far end of the room that was a couple feet shy of spanning the width of the room. Behind the gap between the desk and the left wall a door.

Just then that door opened and in walked a woman wearing a long, black robe. Her hair was gathered in a bun on the back of her head and a pair of glasses was perched on the bridge of her nose. "She must be the judge," he thought. Without looking at him she walked behind the desk, sat down and shuffled some papers. Her hand rose and fell and the sharp crack of a gavel echoed through the room. 

"Docket R8J69. How do you plead?" Only then did she look up. She stared at him hard, as if she could see through him.

"Um, not guilty?" He wasn't even sure what the charge was.

"You sound unsure of your innocence."

"Actually, I'm unsure as to why I am here." He shifted his feet nervously.

"You're here, sir," she leaned forward to emphasize the importance of her words., "because you were stopped by an Officer of the Fly Police and were found to be without a button on the fly of your boxers."

"Fly Police? I've never heard of the Fly Police."

"Ignorance is no excuse for breaking the law. Now I'll ask you again. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty."

"Your plea has been entered in the court records. Now," she paused as she shuffled some papers. "I've read the Officer's report. Tell me your side of the story."

"There's not much to tell. I was pulled over by the Officer, she, uh, found I was missing my, um, button and she... she tried to find it."

"Did she succeed?"

That question caught him off guard. "Excuse me?"

"With the button, sir. Did she find the button?"

"Oh, the button. I thought you said suck... oh nevermind. No. She did not find the button."

"So she gave you one of hers to replace it, right?"

"Uh... she tried." He was getting very nervous now. He didn't want to have to tell her what had happened that night.

"What do you mean 'she tried'?"

"Well she had one to give me but I swallowed it."

"You swallowed it? Why was it in your mouth?"

He had no choice now. She was ordering him to tell her what happened. "Well, your Honor, after she had me get out of my car, she told me she had to inspect my boxers. When she didn't see the button, she started searching for it. She reached inside my boxers and rubbed my manhood to erection and caressed my balls. Then she li... licked my erection and before I knew it, she slid me into her mouth and started sucking me."

"Are you ok, sir? You're looking a little flushed."

"I'm ok. It's just that remembering what happened causes my heart to race."

"I'm sure. Please. Go on."

"I couldn't believe what was happening. Her tongue was caressing me in places I had never felt a tongue before." He shuddered at the remembrance. "Then I heard a slurp and she stood up. She removed my boxers and unbuttoned my shirt. She stood right up against me. I could feel her nipples pushing against my chest. The ventilation access of her uniform allowed her... her womanhood to touch my manhood. She said she had to search everywhere for the button. She was moving against me in such a way that, before I knew it, my manhood slid inside her hot... wet... woman place."

"Excuse me, your Honor. May I remove my tie? It's getting a little warm in here."

"By all means." She replied. The judge was already fanning herself with a piece of paper. He folded his tie and hung it on a hook set into the paneling. "Now, please continue, sir."

"She stuck her tongue in my ear. She licked behind my ear. Then she put her tongue in my mouth and moved it all around. And all this time she was moving up and down on her tiptoes so that my erection was sliding in and out of her. She kept going. She wouldn't stop. I thought that if she didn't stop I was going to... to cum inside her."

"Did you?" The judge asked. 

"No, your Honor. She came first. Are you all right, your Honor? You're looking a little flushed."

"I'm fine. It's just rather warm in here. "

"Yes. Do you mind if I remove my shirt?"

"Not at all. That sounds like a good idea. I think I'll remove my robe, too." His back was turned as he was hanging his shirt on another hook. He didn't see the black, nylon lace that covered her shoulders, or notice how her nipples were already swollen from arousal so that they were straining against the lace as she stood up to remove her robe.. She sat back down before he turned around.

"Please continue."

"Like I said, she came before I could. She was nearly jumping up and down as she orgasmed right in front of me. I held her as she moaned into my shoulder. She withdrew herself from on top of me and, to her credit, she went right back to trying to find the button. She dropped to her knees in front of me again. She grasped my manhood to hold it out of the way. She didn't really need to because it was standing up out of the way itself. But she held onto it and while her other hand searched, she would move it up and down. It was well lubricated from her cum explosion and it felt really good. "

"I'm sure it did." Said the judge as she fingered her gavel.

"With her other hand, she started looking for the button. She touched and caressed my balls. She said the button sometimes got stuck up behind there. Her hand started moving up and down faster as she slowly slid her finger up behind my ball pouch. She had a big smile on her face as she looked up at me, still pressing her finger back. The farther back her finger went the faster her hand moved. Just when I thought I wouldn't take any more, her finger reached my... my anus and she did a little flick of her finger and I... I just exploded. It was too much stimulation all at once and I exploded. I don't know if she knew it was going to happen but I shot cum allover her face."

"Yes!" The judge said in a breathy voice.

"What?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just following along in my notes."

"Oh. Well, the first shot hit her on the cheek. As she jerked in reflex, the second one hit her right on the lips and the third caught her on the chin. But she didn't stop or get upset. She licked her lips and what she could reach on her cheek and chin and kept right on pumping. And I kept right on covering her hand and arm with cum. She even giggled a couple times. She kept pumping with her hand until I was empty. Then she licked her hand, used her finger to wipe her cheek and licked that. And she even put me into her mouth and sucked me clean. It was wonderful! Um, I mean, uh, It was wonderful that she took her job so seriously that she would take the time and energy to find my button."

"I'm sure she enjoys her job. But you still haven't told me how you came to swallow the button she gave you."

"I'm getting to that part. Ok. She stood up after she was done with her licking and told me she didn't find the button and that she would have to write me a citation and she turned to walk back to her car. She returned with her ticket book but didn't have anything written. That's when she told me she had a spare button she would give me. But there was a catch. I had to find it. She said it was hidden somewhere on her person, and if I found it I wouldn't get a ticket.

"Well, I didn't want a ticket so I started searching. I started looking in her hair. When I looked behind her ears she told me I might have better luck if I use my tongue. It's more sensitive, she said. So I licked behind her ear. Then I licked the front of her ear and pushed my tongue inside. She moaned a little and shuddered. Yeah, just like you just did. So I did the same to the other ear. She moaned again so I decided to check under her tongue. As I moved my mouth towards hers she grabbed my head with her hands and pulled me to her. My tongue was frantically looking for that button. And it seemed like hers was, too. Though she had already looked once and didn't find anything. 

"My searching was in vain, though. The button was not in her mouth. She turned around and leaned forward, putting her hands on the trunk of her car, and told me to frisk her. So I placed my hands on her shoulders and felt down each of her arms. Nothing. I slid my hands around her waist. Still nothing. Then I slid my hands up her chest. Aha! I thought I had found it... or them. Thee were two little hard things pressing against my palms. When I tried to pull them out, she jumped. That's when I realized they weren't buttons. I had been concentrating so hard on finding buttons I didn't realize I had pinched her nipples. 

"They felt nice, though, and she didn't seem to mind. So I played with them a little more. While I was teasing her nipples and massaging her breasts, she kept moaning and rubbing her butt against me. She worked herself onto me again. She was still so hot inside. She was sliding me in and out, moaning all the while. I was feeling so good inside her that I almost missed it. I felt a light scratching against my shaft head whenever she pressed herself back against me. 

"I let go of her breasts, pulled my self out and spun her around. Dropping to my knees, I pushed a finger up inside her. I just knew I had felt a button. She told me I was scratching her with my fingernail and that I should use something softer, like my tongue. I thought it was a great idea. I stuck my tongue out then stuck it in her. I pushed it in as far as it would go. She kept making noises and rubbing her clitoris against my nose. I had a hard time trying to find the button. 

"She suggested something that might make it easier. She opened the back door of her car and crawled in. She laid down on the back seat and put one foot over top of the back seat and one foot over top of the front seat. Then she patted her womanhood and said this should be better. I crawled in on top of her and sank my tongue into her again. She moaned, as I was able to push my tongue deeper. But I still couldn't quite reach it. I tried sucking it out. I sucked and I licked. And I licked and I sucked. She was moving around a lot. Her clitoris was making my nose all wet, but I think she was enjoying herself. She started moaning louder and moving more. I couldn't keep my tongue inside her but I tried. She started breathing real fast. Then she grabbed my head and shoved my mouth into her wet sex. 'Suck it,' she said. ''Suck it some more.' So I did. I sucked hard trying to get that button. I had my mouth covering all of her womanhood and giving her one good, big suck when she squealed and wrapped her thighs around my head. I tasted the gush of her fluid as I sucked it all down.. She was bucking against my face when I choked. And before I could stop myself I had swallowed the button with a mouthful of her sex fluid.

"And that's how I swallowed the button, your Honor. Your Honor? Hello?" I must've been looking at the floor while telling my story, because as I looked up I saw an empty desk. I heard sounds coming from behind the desk. I walked over to the corner of the desk and peeked around. There, to my surprise, was the judge lying on the floor with her hand between her legs. But she was different. Then I realized what it was. She had taken off her glasses and let her hair down. And now, lying on the floor, in a bodystocking with an open crotch, I saw that she was the Officer who gave me the citation.

That's when she noticed I was watching her. She smiled up at me. "If you don't drop your pants and get down here, right now, I'm going to have to write you another citation."