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The Pits

By: Weepingguitar



Edited by Angel Love

Beads of sweat splattered across the floor like drops of blood. The grunts and gasps for breath echoed off the walls adding to the vast empty feel of the room. A long firm leg swung through the air only to be slapped away by the palm of a hand. The crack of flesh meeting flesh seemed to thunder through the room. 

Feet pounded on the mats in continuous charges and retreats. The rush of running brought no relief from the hot thick air that hung heavy with the scent of determination and exertion. 

A hand flew out and captured a wrist that was slick with sweat. A feminine yelp of pain was followed by silence as everyone held their breath. The wrist was pushed up behind her back in an attempt to coax further sounds of pain.

"Yield, Lena," he growled into her ear. 

A drop of sweat fell from his chin onto her shoulder, and her skin crawled at the sensation. Her eyes flicked up to the mirrored wall in front of her and she saw the smirk of triumph spreading across his lips. Not one shred of her being wanted to give him the satisfaction of conquering her.

She wasn't through yet. 

After drawing in a sharp breath, Lena dropped swiftly to her knees. The sickening pop of her shoulder was followed by the thud of her opponent hitting the mat. He had been tossed over her shoulder even as it had nearly slipped out of its socket. She gave him no time to recover from his shock as she straddled his chest and pinned his arms to the mat with her knees. 

"Yield, Justin," she whispered as her fingers closed around his throat. 

Unseen eyes peered anxiously at them from behind the mirrored walls. Lena tightened her grip as Justin attempted to jerk his legs up. He laid there for a moment and seemed to ponder his situation as his eyes narrowed on Lena.

"I yield," he whispered coldly. 

The walls immediately opened up to the thunderous roar of the crowd. Cheers and jeers filled the air as money began flying between hands before the announcer was even able to speak. 

"Newcomer, Lena, wins again! This time she has defeated the Pit favorite, Justin!" Lena eased her fingers from Justin's throat and slowly stood up. Their eyes remained locked in case either decided to attack again. Only when they turned to their respective exits did they break eye contact. 

Lena winced as people slapped her shoulders in congratulations. Her joints had popped and stretched to allow her to defeat Justin. The shoulder especially needed a lot of rest and attention tonight. She glanced at it and saw the skin already starting to change color. Within an hour it would be a deep purple. 

She froze even as the crowd continued to writhe around her. Someone was watching her intently, and it definitely wasn't Justin. She glanced around nonchalantly, but she felt the gaze lift from her almost immediately. 

A tall muscle head of a man roughly pushed past her and headed for the mirrored room. The next fight was going to start in a few minutes. Lena was grateful for the shift of attention away from her as she slipped from the crowd and headed toward the locker rooms. 

The roar of the crowd changed to a dull hum as she closed the door behind her and slumped heavily against it. Three fights in one night was enough to kill some people, and right now she just wanted to flop on one of the benches and go to sleep. She knew she shouldn't though. 

She grabbed a towel and opened her locker. Three or four envelopes toppled onto the floor, but she just disregarded them. At least a dozen people had asked to be her manager, but she knew they just wanted to get a hand in her money while she was still winning. Winners in the Fight Pits never lasted long. They were either challenged countless times every night until their bodies gave out, or they met up with opponents outside of the Pits. Those unfortunate people were rarely heard from again.

Lena peeled her sweat-soaked clothes off and tossed them into her locker before slamming it shut and heading for the shower. The cool floor soothed her aching feet as she padded silently across it. 

She cranked on the cold water and thrust her head in first. The icy shock made her breath catch in her chest, and a shiver shook her entire body. Her hands smoothed her long brown hair back as the freezing water began to spill over her skin. She felt life returning to her limbs as the water refreshed her. 

She soaped her breasts casually; loving the feel of the water making her nipples harden almost instantly. Part of her mind told her to not dawdle. She could savor a long bath at home. This was not the place to get distracted, even for a moment. 

"Lena." She stiffened instantly. Someone had come in without her knowing. "You know you look absolutely delicious in water." It was Justin.

She spun around and glared at him. He was leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. For a fraction of a second, Lena wanted to cover her body, but that would leave her completely open and vulnerable. That and she did not want to give him the satisfaction of shaming her. A lewd smile crossed his lips as he took in this full view of her. Water spilled down the valley between her perfectly shaped breasts. Each was crowned with a hardened nipple. The water continued its path down over her stomach before disappearing in the thatch of dark curls between her firm thighs. 

The look on his face told exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to shove her wet body up against the wall and take her like an animal. "Water definitely suits you best. I must remember to drown you someday. I'm sure you would look exquisite," he chuckled before turning and walking away.

Lena fumed, but she knew better than to attack him in this situation. She had only won their match because he had been too confident. It was obvious that he had no intention of making that mistake again. 

She angrily jerked her towel from its hook and pulled it tightly around her body. She turned and started to storm to her locker, but she stopped short when she saw someone standing right behind where Justin had been. 

He was a tall imposing figure. Emotionless, yet somehow piercing crimson eyes stared hard at her. She had felt that gaze before. It made a twinge of heat rise into her cheeks even though her skin was still as cold as ice from the shower. She was unsure whether to move or not, but she would have to walk past him to exit the shower. 

Had he been there the whole time? Had he seen her short moment of pleasure as she had soaped herself? Somehow she felt more naked under this man's gaze than she did under Justin's leer. 

She decided to move. After a few tentative steps, she began to walk with more purpose toward him. He didn't move a single muscle. Only his eyes moved with her as she approached. She finally reached him and flicked her eyes beyond him as she brushed past. The heady scent of him followed her. He smelled of leather. She was sure it was from his black coat that fell half way down his calves. 

She heard him shift to continue watching her as she headed for her locker. For a moment, she hesitated as she gripped her street clothes. She didn't dare make eye contact with him again, but could she remove her towel knowing full well that he was watching every movement? It would be a weakness to show him that she didn't want him to see her naked. 

After a breath, she pulled the towel off and began slipping her clothing on. She tried to keep her movements as casual as possible, but she knew she must have been giving him an interesting show. Her wet hair was tossed over one shoulder, and a few stray droplets of water trailed over her skin. Her breasts swayed gently as she leaned forward to slip her panties on. 

Relief crept through her limbs as she put on each item of clothing. By the time she pulled her shoes on, she almost could have forgotten that he was even there. Out of the corner of her eye though, she kept watching him. The only sign he'd given of even being alive was when he had turned to keep watching her. 

Now she straightened up and began to pull her hair back into a braid that hung down just above the curve of her rear. Finally she pulled her jacket from the locker and slammed it shut. She had to walk past him again to leave. 

Her gaze lifted to his once again, and those crimson eyes burned into hers. There was no expression in those eyes. He could have just as easily been staring at a wall. However, there was a depth of knowledge that shown in those abyssal pools of blood. 

She realized that she had stopped breathing, and quickly exhaled as she began to walk forward once again. Her eyes stared straight ahead and she strode past him, trying to pretend he wasn't even there. The gaze followed her, and she soon heard his footsteps casually following her. 

Seeing as she was being followed, she decided to exit out the front doors rather than the back alley she would normally use. There was no telling what this man wanted, and Lena would much rather not find out. 

The air immediately became oppressive as she stepped out into the thick crowd. Dark bodies swirled around her. Everyone was pressing forward to get the best view possible of the mirrored room. Lena only glanced over to see two men glaring at each other in the room. It was always strange to be in the noisy crowd after the death like silence of the mirrored room. 

She turned her focus back to weaving through the crowd. Bodies tried to push her forward as she fought to reach the back. There were never people all the way at the back, and she knew that she could get out of the building quickly that way. 

The heat and humidity made her begin to sweat again, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she finally reached the back of the crowd. 

The man with the red eyes was already standing there staring at her again. Had it been any other situation, Lena would have laughed and asked how the hell he got there so fast. His gaze made her turn cold, despite the heat of the room, and she continued on toward the exit. 

She could smell the cool night air wafting into the stifling arena as she approached the exit. She filled her lungs as she pushed her way past the last few people and stepped out onto the pavement. The air carried the hint of leather, and her gaze flicked to the wall next to the door. 

He was leaning against the wall gazing intently at her. In her dismay, she actually looked back into the arena and saw that the only conceivable way out was the way she had come. How the hell did he still get out here before she did?

She spun around, causing her heavy wet braid to swing around and hit someone behind her. She didn't pay any attention to the person's protests as she began marching home. 

The cheers of the arena began to fade, and between the sounds of passing cars Lena heard the footsteps of the man following her. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets and wondered just what he wanted with her. 

The night air was cool and refreshing. She actually shivered a little as the cold wetness of her hair chilled the back of her neck. Her shiver was also induced by the stare that seemed to almost bore into the back of her head. 

If he wanted to kill her or rape her, all he needed to do was pull her into one of the many alleys that trailed off of the street. She would put up one hell of a fight, but she was quite sure this man would win in the end. 

Suddenly, she stopped. This was ridiculous. She spun around and met the gaze of her new shadow. He was about ten steps behind her, and it didn't seem to faze him at all that she had abruptly halted.

"What do you want?" She half expected him not to answer and to keep standing there staring at her. "I'm waiting for you to die," his voice deep and smooth. With how quietly he spoke, it was a wonder that she could hear him so clearly.

"I beg your pardon?" she arched a questioning eyebrow at him, but he seemed to have no intention of repeating himself. "I'm currently in rather good health, so I don't think I'll just be dropping dead any time soon . . . "

"To be more specific," he cut her off, "I'm waiting for someone to kill you. Then I will kill that person." 

She blinked at him several times. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to form her question, but all she could come up with was, "Why?"

He looked at her as if the answer were quite obvious, then he replied, "Because the bounty on the head of the one who kills you will be much higher than the bounty on your own head."

Ah, bounty hunters. Pit bosses frequently put bounties on the heads of their rivals' fighters. She thought she would be spared that since she didn't work for anyone except herself. Apparently she was wrong. 

She looked up at her own personal Grim Reaper and rolled her eyes. "I hate Pit politics. That's why I'm a loner. Well, come on, I suppose you can sleep on the couch." She started forward then stopped again and looked back at him. "Unless of course you intend on standing over me and staring all night as well." She didn't wait for an answer as she rounded the corner toward her apartment complex. 

His footsteps hesitated a moment before she heard him following her again. Perhaps she had actually said something he wasn't quite accustomed to. 

They climbed the stairs up to the third floor, and she tore a note from her landlord off of her door. Ben had been after her since she moved in. He had even said she could stay here for free if she would sleep with him. She always managed to get rid of him though.

She shoved the key in the lock and pushed the door open. The apartment was modestly furnished. There was just one chair, a coffee table, and a sofa in the living room. Lena gingerly pulled her coat off and tossed it on the table. 

Her shoulder was stiff and tender. She flicked on the lights and turned to her unexpected house guest. "Have a seat; make yourself comfortable." His gaze held hers for a moment, and then his eyes finally moved from her to survey his surroundings. 

She stepped to the kitchen unit and pulled an ice pack out of the freezer. The sound of him settling onto the couch made her relax instantly. She wrapped a hand towel around the ice pack and stepped back out into the living room. His gaze was back on her once again. 

In this new light, she had a much better view of him. Black hair fell to his shoulders, and his leather coat was accompanied by leather pants. There was no real way of telling how old he was. At the very least, he was in his mid twenties. The depths of those eyes hinted that he was much older than that, or perhaps he had been forced to abandon the innocence of his youth. His whole being seemed to exist in those crimson eyes. 

Lena leaned against the wall and undid the top two buttons of her blouse to slip the ice pack onto her shoulder. He didn't even blink. She didn't know why she was so shy about him seeing her naked. It did not seem as though he cared in the slightest. 

"So," Lena almost flinched as her voice pierced the silence. "If you're going to be my shadow until the moment of my death, can you at least tell me your name?" 

He seemed to consider her for a moment before simply saying, "William."

She shifted the ice pack and winced. "Well, William, I wish I could say I was pleased to meet you, but under the circumstances . . . "

"I would not expect it." A hint of a smirk played on the corner of his mouth. It suited him.

Suddenly there was a shuffling noise from the apartment over head. "Shit," Lena muttered. Ben had heard her. She pulled the ice pack off of her shoulder and glanced around. Her brain was working furiously trying to think of a way to get rid of him.

Half of her just wanted to kick his ass. It would be easy enough and would only take about two seconds, but finding another apartment so close to the Pits would take far longer than that. 

Last night she had feigned illness, but tonight he knew that she was well because she had fought three matches. She made a grab for her coat thinking she could slip out the fire escape, and then her eyes fell on William. 

Her mind churned, and she knew that the slightest gaze from this man could make anyone back down. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse completely and pulled at her tank top, stretching the material to reveal the edge of her bra. 

She held up her hands as William finally showed a hint of emotion and looked at her quizzically. "I'm really sorry, but I need to borrow you for just a few minutes." He didn't budge an inch to prevent her from doing anything, and Lena drew in a quick breath. She couldn't believe she was going to do this to a complete stranger. 

His eyes widened in surprise as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She quickly started to pull his coat off, and he actually helped her. She silently thanked God that he was too stunned by her actions to do otherwise. Next she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and smoothed her hands over his skin to bare his chest. 

His muscles tightened under her hurried touch, and for one last second, she looked into his eyes. "Sorry," she said again before pressing her lips roughly to his. There was no response from him at first. She rubbed her lips furiously over his; trying to color his lips with what small amount of lipstick she wore on her own. Her eyes snapped open as his lips parted and he began to kiss her back. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her up against him. She almost pulled back in surprise, but his hands held her firmly. Her head swam as their kiss softened to a mere brush of the lips. The world was lost to her as his lips trailed over her chin, and his hot insistent breath washed over her skin. 

"Will . . . ," she breathed softly as his lips caressed her neck. 

One of his hands brushed up her side and stopped just below her breast. All she could do was hold onto his shoulders for dear life. It seemed like he was barely touching her, yet he was the one thing keeping her from losing herself in the abyss of her passion. 

His skillful thumb found her nipple, hidden from him under her clothing. The gentle circling of his thumb and the friction of her bra quickly brought it to life. It strained against her clothing, begging to experience the feel of his fingers without this barrier between them. 

Her fingers trembled slightly as she laced them through his silken hair. He quickly brought his lips back up to hers, and she felt herself melt into their soft touch. She wanted to stay like this forever. 

She didn't even know this man, how could his simplest touch ignite a fire in her that she thought she had lost long ago? For all of her strength and fighting skills, she suddenly found herself helpless in William's arms. 

Their lips finally parted, and Lena leaned her forehead against his. Her eyes fluttered open to see him gazing at her almost with a hint of wonder. 

Suddenly, a knock came on the door. Lena bolted up in William's lap as she suddenly remembered why she had clambered on top of him in the first place. Ben was here to try again for another night. 

Since he had a key to every apartment in the place, she had expected him to just waltz right in like he usually did. If he had seen her on William's arms like this he might have immediately gone away, but now she had to disengage herself from this embrace and try and get rid of Ben.

William reluctantly released her as a second knock sounded. She shook her head to clear her muddled thoughts, and felt her heavy braid. Her fingers worked quickly to undo it and tousle her hair. 

After a third knock, she finally pulled the door open as she still struggled to even her breathing and slow the racing of her heart. 

Her heavy set landlord stood there, drumming his fingers against the doorframe. She shuddered inwardly as his lustful eyes ate up every inch of her purposefully disheveled appearance. 


The Pits



Five a.m. approximately an hour before I'd rouse my tired bones from bed, and I felt a stirring on the king-sized mattress next to me. It could have been a snake winding its sinewy body towards my loins, but it wasn't. I tried to think about ice bergs, baseball and 500 lb. 87 year old women with yeast infections; anything to keep my dick from reacting to my beautiful wife's charms. My battle was lost though as soon as those manicured fingernails that I'd spent so much fucking money on touched my legs. My penis started to inflate like a weather balloon.

Okay my will power was not great, so I took the better part of valor. Pretending that I didn't know the bitch was trying to give me a blow job I got out of bed and headed for my morning shower, leaving her dazed and confused in my wake. Outwardly no sign of what I'd missed showed. But inside I was laughing my ass off at the silly bitch's transparent attempt at seduction.

Okay I know you're confused. I just talked about turning down the classic early morning blowjob from a truly beautiful woman didn't I? Something about that just seems crazy, doesn't it? Well don't beat yourself up over it, until a few days ago it would have seemed foreign to me too. 

My name is Anthony Blake, my friends call me Tony of course, I'm 5' 10", brown hair and eyes, a little on the slim side, but no one so far has complained about it.

I'm 36 years old so I'm still young enough to start over I guess, but I wonder why I'd want to even think about it.

My wife Jenna has super human skills and abilities. She can disguise her true form and make you think she's something that she isn't. Don't worry she got me too.

You see for the past 6 years I've thought of and saw her as a goddess given human form, but she's actually the most venomous fucking snake, that I've ever run into. Jenna is five feet and nine inches of absolutely unbelievable feminine pulchritude. 

I know what you're thinking. No one appeals to everyone. There are guys who like legs, guys who like big tits, guys who like big asses, and so on and so forth. When it comes to Jenna there are only two types of guys, the ones who like her, and the ones who aren't breathing.

Imagine that perfect girl next door face, long pretty blonde hair and big green eyes. The girl you could bring home to mom, but at the same time have your dad green with envy. Can you see her? Now take that girl's head and put it on the body of that porn star Sarah Jay, now you have Jenna. She has it all, the innocent but gorgeous girl next door charm, backed up with a body created just to make men do really stupid things. Her breasts are so large that it looks like she has three heads. Her ass launches boners from fifty yards away, whether it's covered by a skirt, shorts or even long pants. Okay by now some of you are thinking that she's a fatty, nope her waist is only 22 inches. Her body is certifiably incredible. And up until a few days ago I thought it was all mine. I was also stupid enough to believe that I had her heart was as well.

Let's go back to Tuesday of last week so I can bring you up to speed. You're going to hate me when I tell you this but I don't do shit for a living. I grew up in California. Right now you're thinking I'm some rich kid, who grew up near the fucking beach, and I really hate to disappoint you but I've barely ever seen a beach. Most of the time when I did, I was watching it on TV, like you do.

I worked my ass off in college, in Michigan of all places. I majored in Business, at U of M, Go Blue!

Anyway I came home and had a couple of really shitty assistant manager jobs until my Grandfather died and left me what had been previously thought of as worthless land. My dad didn't want it, so it passed down to me. It was arid scrub land, not usable for farming or raising cattle. The location sucks so none of the movie companies were interested in it, and I originally tried to sell it myself. Luckily for me I couldn't find a buyer. Now I'm worth a little over 5 million dollars and climbing. I run one of the most successful Ostrich ranches in the state.

The worldwide market for Ostrich hides, feathers and meat is exploding. Gram per gram ostrich meat is higher in protein and lower in fat than beef or chicken. Compared to cattle, the gestation time is far shorter. 

I did have a few problems getting started and learning the business, but I've hired and fired enough experts until I know the business quite well now.

One of the first things I did when I became financially secure enough to start hiring people, was to hire and train my best friend. Dave Rhinehart. Dave and I went all the way through school together, finally splitting up when I went to college and he went to Afghanistan. Dave and I were so close growing up that a lot of people thought we were brothers. 

After returning from honorably serving our country, things weren't going so well for Dave, so I hired him as any friend would. Over the next few years Dave became my right hand man, and we had always been friends. Dave made a great living working with me, and I thought that everyone on the ranch was happy. As a matter of fact I'm sure we were until she came.

Going to school in the Midwest just naturally gives one an appreciation for the finer things in life, like muscle cars in general and Mustangs in particular. I was at the SEMA show in Vegas 6 years ago in late 2004. I was absolutely gob smacked by the 2005 Mustangs they were showing then. I just had to have one. The ranch was doing well enough that I could pretty much have any car I wanted, but that Muscle car thing is hard to get rid of. It's especially hard, when it's been gestating since birth. I was looking down at the sticker in the window to get an idea about pricing and options, when something else came into my field of view.

"Are you looking at the car, or my boobs," giggled a really sexy voice.

I looked up at Jenna and we've been together ever since. We have our differences, but we've compromised and meshed our lifestyles, to create a really great marriage or so I thought. It turns out though that we do after all have something in common. We both want my fucking money but she doesn't want to share it with me any more.

Since then a few years have passed and though we haven't been blessed, I thought, with children, we have more than enough creature comforts to make up it. Jenna has nearly everything she has ever asked for that can be bought and paid for. And I now have quite a few Mustangs and a couple of other cars as well. As a matter of fact it's my obsession with my cars that may have saved my life.

I usually pick one of my Mustangs, drive it for a few weeks and keep the others in storage under their covers until I want them. I had been driving my 08 Roush Black Jack Special Edition, and I was thinking I wanted to play with my Saleen for a while. So I went into the Garage I'd built to house all of my cars. I was looking under car covers and heard someone else come into my garage. This garage had been built specifically for my cars, so though the door was never locked, it would be strange for anyone else to be in here. Then I heard voices. It sounded like Jenna and Dave. I listened in to see what they were talking about.

My suspicion was that they had ducked in here to plan something for my birthday in a few weeks. They were always trying to do spectacular things to celebrate my birthday each year, so I wondered what they had in mind.

When I didn't hear anything I peeked around the corner and saw them engaged in a rather vigorous lip lock. Jenna finally pushed Dave off and asked him if everything was ready. 

"Are you sure we really need to do this?" asked my lifelong best friend. I've got plenty of money saved up, you know."

"What the fuck are you talking about? What have you got 40 or 50 measly thousand dollars?" snapped Jenna. "Baby you have to look at the big picture, what you have is chicken feed, and I'm not a hen. We need more money than he would ever give us. Don't you want us to be together?"

"Why can't we just tell him about us and move on?" asked Dave again.

"Because you don't know him like I do Dave. He'd never let us be together. He'd use all of that money that should be ours to hunt us down and destroy us. I don't like the idea either. You know me, I don't even like to kill ants, but he just has to go."

I couldn't believe it, my wife and my best friend were fucking each other and they were talking about killing me. Dave seemed to be reluctant, but Jenna was the one pushing it. I continued to listen while they made their plans.

Finally Dave said that he'd tell me about some phase of their plan, and they could start today so it would be over soon. Jenna seemed to be really happy about it, but Dave just looked at the ground.

After Dave left the garage, Jenna pulled out her cell phone and called someone. Apparently she couldn't get through and had to leave him a message. She left the garage in a huff.

Two hours later Dave came up to the house to see me. He said he had something to show me so we should take the four wheelers.

"Sure Dave, let me go get a jacket just in case," I said. It was a warm day but I wanted the jacket to cover what I really wanted; my HK 9mm, in a paddle holster. Dave was only wearing a t-shirt, so he probably didn't have any weapons on him. On the other hand while I was in college learning how to make and keep money, Dave was learning how to hurt and kill people. I wanted to even the odds. 

Dave wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but up close he could probably kill me pretty easily. I however had no intentions of letting it get that close. At the first sign of trouble, I'd shoot my best friend, with no qualms about it. 

I'd been busy over the past two hours though. I'd called another childhood friend and gotten taps put on all of the phones in the house and on Jenna's cell phone. I also had an "exterminator" coming out later that day to put cameras in every room in the house and all of the outbuildings while they looked for non-existing infestations. 

Thank god for pre-nups I thought; then again maybe not. Maybe the fact that Jenna knew she wouldn't get shit in the event of a divorce was the reason she wanted me dead instead of just gone.

I rode behind Dave for a good 15 minutes before we came to it. One of our birds was lying still on the ground. It was dead from the looks of it. As I got closer to it I was shocked. There were a couple of our workers beside the body of the animal, and they looked up as we approached.

"What did this?" I asked. We'd never had a problem like this before. Maybe a couple of birds got loose or got sick, we'd even had one, get his neck tangled up in the fence and choke himself to death, but this was different. This one had been torn up. It was almost shredded and it looked like something had eaten part of it.

"Mountain lion, probably," said Dave.

"We've never seen anything like that around here," said Ernesto, one of our older workers.

"Well, we'll have to track it down and shoot it," I said.

"Won't work," said Dave, "We won't ever find it. They're too good at hiding and camouflaging themselves. Plus they can sense us coming from miles away. They're also smart enough to hide from men. Cougars almost never attack humans. But it'll sit back and pick off the herd one by one and turn this place into its own private feeding ground,"

"Okay Mr. Expert," I said, "What do you suggest?"

Dave put his head down as if he was thinking. Then he looked up and said," Pits would probably be the best bet. We put some kind of small animal in them as bait and have relatively long sharp spikes at the bottom. Once it jumps or falls in, the spikes and the distance back out either trap, or kill it. More than one, in different areas would enhance our chances of catching it."

"Do it," I said. To tell the truth, my head was still reeling from finding out that Jenna was cheating on me, and that she was cheating on me with Dave. I don't know which one hurt the most.

I drove off on my four wheeler,leaving Dave there. I went back to the house and got into My Saleen and headed for town. While I was there I wandered around the small town and looked into windows. I went and saw a movie at the theater, "The warrior's way," It was about a killer who tries to reform and live a quiet life. In the end he got drawn back into what he did. I wasn't a killer. I was a fucking Ostrich Farmer. But even in college, in business, what I was good at was solving problems. I had a problem, so it was time I solved it.

Both my loving wife and my best friend had to go. When I finally got home, Jenna was distraught with fake worry.

"I didn't know where you went," she cried. This bitch truly deserved the best actress award. "You didn't take your cell phone. How many times have I told you to always take your phone with you?"

I walked right by her as if she wasn't even standing there. I went up the stairs and took a shower. When I got out of the shower, I went to one of our guest rooms to sleep.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I think I'm coming down with something," I lied. "I don't want to risk giving it to you."

"I'll risk it," she said dramatically.

"I won't," I replied.

She left and went back to our room. She seemed to be really upset. But her level of distress couldn't come anywhere close to mine. I just couldn't figure her out. I gave her anything and everything that she asked for. All the way up until I found out she wanted me dead, we had what I thought was a great sex life. I was attentive to her, Shit I was too good to her. What more could she have wanted?

The next morning came and Dave was surprised when I told him that I'd have to pass on our daily run. He and I often ran around the property to look at things and to stay in shape. I always enjoyed our conversations during the runs. We talked about things we'd done when we were younger and things we'd like to do in the future. I was still having trouble believing he'd betray me the way he was going to.

At just after 9 a.m. long before Jenna was awake the "Exterminators," arrived. Before Jenna came downstairs they'd done their work and left. All of the house phones and Jenna's cell phones were now bugged. There were tiny cameras all over the house and grounds. Jenna couldn't fart without me knowing how it sounded and what it smelled like.

I got on an ATV and took a trip around the property, I checked with my farm hands on the state of the birds and their food. The funny thing was that if there was a predator around the birds should have sensed it and changed their behavior. They hadn't which led me to believe that something was going on.

Dave had hired some guys with a backhoe to dig the pits and they were nearly done with the fourth of the large excavations. What I didn't know at the time was that they weren't really intended for a mountain lion. They were meant for me. Love really was the pits.

To avoid Jenna I decided to spend another day in town. This time I drove the Blackjack. My Blackjack is a limited edition high performance Roush Mustang. As I parked it in the lot in the town square, I just beat a woman in a cream BMW to the spot. I looked at her face, she was pissed about losing the spot but she still managed to keep her face composed. I blew my horn at her and waved and then backed out of the spot, letting her have it.

I found another parking spot a little farther away from where I wanted to park, but since I didn't have anything to do anyway, it really didn't matter.

While I was sitting in the car I checked the phone taps. Jenna hadn't called anyone that day. Then I checked the voice recorders around the house. They were voice activated and only recorded when they picked up voices. For a while I was going nuts. I couldn't imagine how mundane some of the things that people talk about are. 

Apparently my maid is a closet product tester. She had an entire conversation with herself about how scrubbing bubbles bathroom cleaner is much better than Ajax even though they cost almost the same amount. I need to give that woman a raise and find someone for her to talk to.

Finally I picked up a conversation between Jenna and Dave.

"What do you mean he didn't go out running with you this morning?" asked Jenna.

He said he had something else to do," said Dave. "Maybe he's sick or something. You said he didn't want to sleep with you last night. Shit even if I was dead I'd want you next to me."

"Well don't get your hopes up," said Jenna coldly. "Until he is dead, you won't be next to me either."

"This really isn't that easy to do," snapped Dave. "He's been my best friend for most of my life. I don't understand why we can't just sit down and have a talk with him and tell him how we feel. I know him, he'd be pissed and hurt, but he wouldn't stand in our way. This just isn't right. When I first got back from the service and no one would 

give me a shot, he took me in and taught me the business. He just doesn't deserve this."

"Boo fucking Hoo," said Jenna. "It actually is that easy. You just need to make up your mind what you want. All you have to do is go out running with him, like you do every God damned morning anyway. You run by one of those stupid pits, and accidentally bump him into it. Then you help me get over the tragic death of my husband and we live happily ever after." she stopped talking for a moment.

"Maybe I was wrong about you," she said. "Maybe you're not the guy I thought you were. You told me that over there in Afghanistan you killed people all of the time for nothing other than because you were ordered to. I guess I thought that the idea of you and I settling down and being happy together was a much better reason. Maybe, you really 

don't want to be with me after all."

That was all that I could stand listening to. I got my iPhone out of my pocket and called my lawyer. Since I was in town, it just made things easier. He told me that I didn't need an appointment, to just come on over.

Jerry Cantrell had been my lawyer since I first started the ranch. I'd known him longer than I'd known Jenna. Fortunately he'd never trusted her. He'd been the one to suggest and draw up the pre-nup.

"Well Jerry, you were right," I said sadly.

"Be more specific, I'm right about almost everything," he smiled.

"Jenna," I said, as if her name alone was enough. His eyes got bigger and so did his smile.

"She wants a divorce doesn't she?" he said. "I knew she wouldn't last too long. I could tell by looking at her. She's just not a real woman. She looks too much like a fucking porn star. Don't worry about it, just throw her ass out. The pre-nup is iron clad. If you divorce her for any reason, any reason. She only gets five grand and the clothes on her back. Boo Ya!" Jerry pumped his fist like he'd just scored a touchdown.

"Shit, I should have put a clause in there that says that in the event of a divorce I get twenty percent of the marital assets. I'd be fucking rich, you're raking in cash over there," he said. His happiness faded when he saw the look on my face. "Sorry man, I sometimes forget that there are real emotions attached to these things sometimes. I guess I've come to expect that everyone sees these things the way I do. It's so easy to forget that divorces usually come from someone getting hurt."

"It's worse than that, Jerry," I said. "Listen to this." I pulled out my phone and played him a copy of the recordings. I didn't know how to cut through to specific sections so he had to listen to my maid proclaiming her everlasting love for scrubbing bubbles too.

"Jeezus, your maid really loves her job," he said. "Tony, don't tell me you're screwing the help. Is that what this is all about? How many times has she caught you?"

"Jerry, just listen," I said exasperatedly.




The Pits



"Holy shit!" he said a few minutes later. "The bitch wants to knock you off. I told you that pre-nup was good. She realizes she can't get a wooden nickel out of you. That token five grand won't keep that bitch in shoes, let alone give her something she can live on. That's why she wants to off you. Sorry bud, I'm just too good."

I had to laugh. Only Jerry could turn something this bad into a ringing endorsement for his skills.

"Naturally you can't go back there," he said. "Let me make a phone call."

Jerry picked up his phone and called a number he knew by heart. "Hey Ted, this is Jerry Cantrell, can you come right over?" he asked the person on the other end of the phone. "Yeah I'm not going anywhere before then and probably even later than that. Nope she hasn't shown up yet but I'm expecting her. She lives right down the frigging road from my office. She could show up at any time.I'm hoping I don't have to call the police on her ass this time though."

Jerry put the phone down and looked up at me smiling. "That was Ted Frances, he'll be right over."

"Where do I remember that name from?" I asked.

"You voted for him for Sheriff," he said. "That is, if you followed my advice to you at the time."

A few minutes later a very tall, rangy guy came into the office. He looked like one of those Marlboro Man cowboy types. I instantly liked him, as he shook my hand and clapped Jerry on the back.

"So Why am I here?" he asked getting right down to business.

Jerry played him the tape. Like everyone else he was amazed by my maid's love for scrubbing bubbles. "There's no crime in someone loving their work," he smiled.

When we got to the good part, he clicked into a different mode. He whipped out an iPhone 4, just like mine and started taking down information on the notes program.

"Mr. Blake, can you please identify the parties I'm listening to on this tape?" he asked.

"The female voice is my wife Jenna, and the male is my best friend Dave Rhinehart," I replied.

"Damn," he said. "You sure can pick em." I nodded my head in agreement.

"What made you decide to bug your own home?" he asked.

I told him the whole story starting with what I'd overheard in the garage. "Well," he said. "Hearing this gives me ample evidence to have them removed from your home. It would also serve as grounds for you to seek a divorce. We could also get you a restraining order to force them to stay a certain distance from your property. But that's all."

"What are you getting at?" I asked. 

"Well all they've done so far is to talk about doing something. As far as we know this could simply be a joke, or a prank. In order for us to really act, we'd have to have some kind of proof, or..." he lifted one eyebrow.

"Or?" asked Jerry.

"Or catch them in the act," he said.

As he was beginning to tell us what he was thinking Jerry's secretary knocked on the door interrupting us.

"Jerry, your next appointment is here," she said.

"Oh shit," he said. "Have her wait in the lobby." Jerry's entire demeanor changed. He went from concerned buddy, to nervous and fidgety in the blink of an eye.

He, Ted and I agreed to meet later in the day after Jerry's business was concluded. Ted quickly marched out of the office, and on his way. "Are you going to be Okay Jer?" I asked.

"Do you remember when you wanted to get married, and I told you to skip it and just kick yourself in the nuts instead?" he asked.

"Uhm yeah," I said. I'd always thought that Jerry was kind of crazy back then.

"Are you beginning to see what I meant?" he asked.

"Unh huh," I replied.

"Good, because the person who gave me the experience to give you that advice is waiting for me in the lobby," he said. I just shook my head and left the room. I did notice that Jerry was pouring himself a very stiff drink as I left.

As I left Jerry's office I almost bumped into a slim, tiny woman with a determined expression on her face. She had waves of chestnut brown hair that nearly obscured her big blue eyes. A pinched expression on her face and her lips pressed together completed the look of determination. 

She was moving forward so quickly that she didn't see me until she was driving her breasts against my stomach. 

We both leaped back from the unintended contact and blurted out hasty apologies. In the second that it took her to mumble her remorse for almost knocking me down. The mask disappeared and I got a quick glimpse of the woman behind it.

"I'm so sorry," she said. Her voice was high pitched, almost more befitting a girl than the woman standing in front of me. True she was tiny, but she was generously proportioned for her size. Her breasts though not huge seemed large for her frame. Her waist was so tiny that I was sure I could get my hands around it and have them touch. The tiny waist ballooned out into generous hips and long tapering legs. I think the thing that made her so attractive to me though was the fact that everything about her was real and natural.

After spending the last few years with a woman who was as big as I am, where everything was surgically enhanced, natural was a breath of fresh air.

"No, it's my fault," I said. "I tend to get clumsy around pretty women."

She reddened a little at my compliment, and then recognition hit us both. She was the woman from the parking lot that I'd given my spot.

"My God, you really are a gentleman, aren't you?" she said shyly. I really couldn't think of another word to say so I just smiled at her and went on my way. I couldn't help turning back to look at her on my way out the door though. She looked as good going as she did coming.

I had a couple of hours to kill before I went back to Jerry's office. I checked my phone and I had messages from Jenna and Dave as well. Dave's messages were full of things about the ranch and business. He also wanted to know how I was feeling since I'd missed our morning run. I filed all of it away, and decided to talk to him about the business things later on. I also wanted to spend some time with him, just talking.

He and I had grown up together. We'd been best friends for life. As far as I knew I had never done anything bad to him even accidentally. I wondered what would make him even think of going along with killing me, let alone him being the one to actually do it.

I guess deep down inside I wanted to believe that our friendship meant something to him. I still didn't believe that he could go through with it. We were as close as brothers so I had serious doubts that he'd actually be able to look me in the eye and then push me into that pit to my death.

The messages from Jenna were all about her worrying about me. She didn't know what I'd been doing the past couple of days. She wanted to know where I was, what I was doing. She wanted to know if there was anything she could do for me. She even hinted that she missed us fucking for the past couple of nights. 

I really felt sorry for her. I just wished that there was some way I could explain to her that our current sexual problems were all me, not her. Hallmark needs a card that says, "Sorry, I just found out that the woman I loved, married, and have supported and taken care of for the past few years is a cheating homicidal bitch. So I barely want to look at her let alone have sex with her."

As I thought about my situation, I realized that I also needed to find out who else was in on Jenna's plan. How many of the people who worked for me were on her side in this. I really didn't think there were many, but then I never thought that Jenna would do this either.

I remember falling head over heels in lust with her. All of my guy friends told me I was the luckiest man on earth. Most of my female friends didn't like her. I put it down to jealousy, and fear. Jenna was after all a walking wet dream. Very few women could compete with her in terms of pure physical beauty and raw sexuality. 

But realistically, her appearance besides just the gift of good genetics was a part of Jenna's job. Car show girls and models had to look a certain way to attract customers. Even while we were together there had been face lifts, Botox, Liposuction, maintenance on her breast implants, micro-dermabrasion and other procedures done just to keep Jenna looking like my wife the porn star. It was no wonder the average woman felt out of her league in Jenna's presence.

I found myself thinking though about the tiny little woman in Jerry's office. Though smaller, she stacked up well against Jenna, at least appearance-wise and I had the feeling that she didn't need all of the fakery. I wondered who she was. She was probably one of Jerry's clients like I was. I knew that I couldn't ask him anything about her, because that would probably go against his attorney-client confidentiality rules, but I was intrigued. 

I mentally slapped the shit out of myself for even thinking about it. Here I was contemplating divorce from one woman, while thinking about another. I also had to contend with the fact that Jenna hadn't actually done anything yet. Right now I was as guilty as she was. All she had done was to talk about, or plan on doing something to me. I was already imagining doing something with someone else too. We were definitely a pair.

Time gets away from you while you're crying in your beer. I was so busy ruminating on all of my problems that I didn't realize how late it was. I got out of my car and started walking back to Jerry's office when I saw the stunner again. She was walking or staggering back towards her car, with her head down. She was obviously distressed.

Despite my own current problems I went to her. Since her head was down and she couldn't see where she was going, she bumped into me again before I could say anything.

"Uhm, you're making a career out of trying your best to run me down aren't you?" I asked smiling.

"I'm so sorry," she blurted out. "I guess I wasn't watching where I was going."

I pulled her over to a granite bench that was there for people to sit on while they had lunch or waited for shoppers in the mall.

"Rough meeting, huh?" I asked.

"My ex husband is such an asshole," she spit with more venom than I'd have thought her capable of. "Every time I ask him for something for our son, he refuses. In most cases I have to try to take him to court for every little thing. Even when I do go to court, he keeps everything tied and twisted up in red tape until I either find a different way to get what I need or just forget about it. It's no wonder I don't drink anymore."

Now I knew why she'd been in Jerry's office, or I thought I did. She was obviously having a rough time with her divorce. Well I'd probably be in that club soon.

"I'm going to have to go to court this time though. My son's education is too valuable a thing to take lightly," she spat. She nodded her head and sent all of that wavy brown hair tumbling around her tiny shoulders. This woman was fierce. As I watched she took her dress heels off and started rubbing her foot. As she bent forward her skirt shirt just a bit and I got a glimpse of her long tanned legs.

"Uhm, let me do that for you," I offered picking up one of her dainty feet. "If you lean forward too much, and that skirt shifts anymore, a lot of the guys in this parking lot will be trying to see your panties." As I said it I started rubbing her feet and massaging them.

"So, If you don't mind why not tell me about this problem of yours," I said.

"My bastard of an ex husband pays me child support for our son," she said. I noticed that she was moaning ever so slightly as I rubbed her feet. "That's all I want from him. Even while the divorce was going on I made it clear that I wanted no support for myself from him. I don't want anything from that bastard for myself. But now that my son is four, I'd like to try and find a job, so I can make our lives better. In order to do that though, I need to put my son in a pre-school program. Good...Oh that feels so good! My God where did you learn to do that?" 

"Pre-school program," I said reminding her of where she left off.

"Oh yes, good pre-school programs cost money. Today I asked asshole if he'd pay for it and naturally he said no. I even offered to pay him half of it back when I find a job, but he still said no," as she spoke her whole body had gone limp, her head dropped back and she was barely able to hold herself up. "Oh...please stop," she said.

"Sorry," I said, putting her foot down gently. "Did I rub too hard or hit a sore spot?"

"No silly," she said. "I almost had an orgasm. It would have been my first one in about 4 years that I didn't do for myself. Besides the way my legs are moving under this skirt, a lot of those men you were warning me about were going to be really disappointed," she laughed.

"Why would they be disappointed?" I asked. She leaned closer to me, as if she was sharing a vital secret.

"You said they'd be looking to see my panties," she whispered.

"Well, yeah," I said. I refused to say, "Duh,"

"I'm not wearing any," she smiled, pulling her legs closed and pulling her skirt down. "Your massage got me so wet I'd have ruined them, anyway."

"Look we don't know each other," I began. "Nah, it wouldn't work."

"No it wouldn't," she snapped. "And just when I was beginning to see you as some kind of knight in shining armor. You turn out to be just like the rest of them."

"Sorry," I said.

"You ought to be," she fired off. "How dare you even think about propositioning a woman you barely know? The whole time that we've been here, all I've talked about is my son and my ex husband."

"What proposition?" I asked. "I was going to offer you a job and a loan. I was only doing it because you seemed nice and I suddenly remembered I need help. Then I realized that it wouldn't work."

"A job," she snapped. "I'm so sorry. I thought that you...Why wouldn't it work?"

"Because you wouldn't be interested in the type of job I could offer," I said.

"I'll do anything," she hissed. "I'll try anything that gets me a paycheck. As long as it's legal and doesn't involve me taking off my clothes."

"Well the three things I have right now are cleaning, farm work, or book keeping," I said. "And the way you dress, and the car you drive puts you above that type of work."

She got the evilest look on her face. "Go call the police," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"There's a black guy over there," she said pointing at a man in a business suit, talking on a cell phone. "He must have stolen something. And look over there, foreigners." She pointed at two Asian college students.

"They're students," I said. "And the black guy is probably a lawyer. You can't jump to conclusions about people just because they look a certain way." even as I said it I realized how stupid the things I'd said to her were.

She stood up in front of me tapping one tiny foot on the sidewalk. She was obviously pleased with herself for proving her point. "How did those words taste on the way out?" she asked. She smiled and her whole face lit up. There was a fire in those eyes and it made her even prettier. God I'd hire her just to look at her.

"Okay," I said. "I'm actually late for a meeting." I grabbed a piece of paper out of my wallet and wrote down the address of the ranch. "Meet me here at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. And you can look the place over and decide which job you want. Bring me an idea of how much your son's pre-school will cost, and the hours you'd like to work and we can work something out."

"I'll be there," she smiled. Then she reached up and kissed me. The contact was electric. I hadn't felt anything like that since I'd first started seeing Jenna."Your armor is shinier than ever," she said. Then she turned and walked towards her car, leaving me stranded in her wake. All I could do was watch the gentle twitching of her hips as she glided away from me. Suddenly I realized that I didn't know her name, and I was very late.

As I ran down the hall near Jerry's office, I saw a tall stocky woman emerging from his office. Okay I'm lying she was a big fat evil looking woman with an unpleasant expression on her face. I generally try to refrain from judging people until after I've met them. My experience earlier in the day should explain why, but this woman, besides her almost masculine appearance and nearly freakish size, smelled extremely bad.

"Fucking Bastard," she mumbled, looking through her purse and extracting her keys. She turned back to look at the door and then noticed that she was blocking my way. "Sorry," she smiled with a quickly hoisted angelic expression on her face. 

I found myself marveling at her quick change. Let's face it; women simply confused the shit out of me. I decided that for the good of my own mental health, I would never allow myself to become involved with one again.

I knocked lightly on the inner office door and walked in to find Jerry drinking a full glass of scotch.

"I can't believe the giant balls on that bitch," he shouted. "First she takes advantage of me while I'm drunk. I'd never have touched her if I'd been sober. Not in a million fucking years would I have inserted my dick into that diseased cunt. Then she turns out to be a fucking virgin. Boy did I have to hear about that part forever. I think she was only a virgin because nobody wanted her ass. Nobody, that is except for poor drunken dumb assed Jerry. Next thing I know she's pregnant," he ranted. I wasn't sure that Jerry even knew I was in the office. I think he might have been drunk. I had heard for a while about Jerry's marital problems, but seeing that woman in person simply scared the shit out of me.

No wonder Jerry was so God damned miserable. It also explained why he'd never wanted any of his friends to meet her. Shit, he was prettier than she was.

"So naturally I ask for a DNA test, and guess what?" he asked whomever he was ranting at. "It was my fucking puppy. I had no choice. Honor decreed that I had to marry her and try to make a go of it. That bitch did everything she could to make my life miserable. I bought her a fucking townhouse in the very heart of the city. She wanted to live in the country. I bought her a really nice car. The bitch wanted a 4X4. Why the fuck would the bitch need that kind of vehicle?"

Jerry's drunken rant was interrupted by Ted rejoining us. Amazingly Jerry pulled himself together and began making sense again. After seeing that monster of a woman though, all of my problems seemed small. That is unless my own monster managed to succeed in killing me.

"Okay," said Ted. "We've monitored your phone all afternoon and your wife's cell phone as well. There seems to be another player involved as well. Do you know a gentleman named Fred Mertz?"

"Yeah," I said. "He's a real dickhead. He owns some property that adjoins mine and tried to buy me out after I became successful. He's one of those entitled guys, who seemingly, walk around on rose petals. We don't really get along."

"Well he gets along with your wife," said Ted. 

"Holy shit," I snapped. "The next thing I know you'll be telling me she's fucking the ostriches too. Who isn't she fucking?"

"God damn it you're lucky," cried Jerry. "I'd do anything to get that bitch I was married to fuck somebody so I could unload her. She makes my life a living hell."

"I really wish I could help you Jer," I said. "I truly do."

"Couldn't you get one of your farm hands, a blind one to go after her?" he asked.

"Actually guys," said Ted. "She's not fucking anybody. From conversations we've intercepted, she has yet to actually have sex with either one of the men involved. She's teasing the shit out of both of them, but has yet to deliver anything."He was smiling as he said this as if he knew something that I didn't.

"Okay, drop the other shoe," I said. "What are you hiding?"

"We have a theory but I want to avoid speculation until we get some kind if proof. Anyway what we need for you to do is to let them kill you, so we can get to the bottom of this." He seemed to be serious as he said this.




The Pits



"I thought that the idea here was to save me from dying and put the bad guys in jail," I said.

"Right now all we have is a couple of phone conversations where they planned to do something," he said. "If we really want to put them away we need to catch them in the act. You won't actually die of course, but we want them to believe that you have."

I was still laughing my ass off as I drove home that evening. When I got to the ranch, Jenna was waiting for me as I expected. She gave me the usual roster of stupid questions while she pretended to care about me. As I looked at her I still couldn't fathom what she wanted in all of this. If she wasn't fucking Dave, or Fred Mertz what was her motivation? Did she really love either one of those guys? More importantly did she ever really love me? And if so what caused her to stop?

I realized then that there was no longer any love between Jenna and I. What I couldn't figure out though was why she didn't just walk. I was stuck in this shit until I could get her ass out of my life one way or another, but why didn't she leave?

Another puzzling thing for me was why was she always trying to fuck me? If she didn't love me why was she constantly after me for sex?

Oh well another night another masterful performance at avoiding sleeping with her. This time I used a very deadly and dangerous combo-lie. Amateurs should not attempt combos until they're very good at regular lies. 

I told Jenna that I'd had to spend the last two days in town in meetings with the EPA. It worked great because everyone has heard about the EPA but very few people actually know what they do.

I told her that I was really worried because they'd gotten word that there was a possible soil contamination in our area, that they were worried might get into the ground water table. I told her the contaminating agent was found in Ostrich shit, and we might have to shut down and face stiff fines. 

I also told her that against my will they'd be testing at several locations around the ranch tomorrow and then we'd get the results in a few weeks.

That was layer one of the lie. I also told her that all of the stress I'd been going through was what had been dampening my desire for her. I told her as soon as this was all over that I'd be all over her again. 

Maybe I'm just not a good judge of character, but she seemed to be relieved when I said that. It was almost as if her faith in her appeal and her confidence had been shaken by my repeated refusals. Now that she had a reason for me not wanting to have sex with her, her swagger had returned.

The next morning was an interesting one. Dave showed up at the house bright and early, ready for our morning run. He claimed that in just the few days that we had missed, he'd gained 10 pounds. I laughed and told him he'd have to either wait or go it alone for another day or 2. I explained the story about the EPA investigation into our Ostrich shit.

As we were talking about it, Ted showed up with a couple of big trucks with "Environmental Protection Agency" painted on their sides. Ted told us how he was in charge of the operation and needed someone to take one of his teams around the area they were interested in. I suggested that Dave do it. He knew the area as well as I did.

I did notice a quick, covert glance between Jenna and Dave, but nothing else. 

Ted left the house after telling Dave that his team would be waiting for him in front of one if the trucks. 

Dave was just about to say something to me. To this day I wish he'd had the chance to, and I've often wondered what it was. 

Jenna nervously cleared her throat and Dave never said anything. About that same time the doorbell rang and all Hell broke loose.

Jenna opened the door, and saw a woman standing there. 

"Can I help you?" asked Jena in her best ice queen voice. I think I could hear the ice crystals crackling with each syllable she uttered.

"I don't think so," was the reply. "You don't even seem to be able to help yourself. Anyway I'm here to see him," she pointed at me. "It's about a job."

"We don't have any openings," snapped Jenna. 

"I believe you," the woman replied. "You look like all of your openings have been used, probably a lot." Though a lot smaller than Jenna, the woman didn't appear to be even slightly afraid of her, and wasn't going to put up with any shit. She gingerly stepped around Jenna and made her way over to me.

"Is what the Glamazon said true?" she asked putting her hand on one of her tiny hips and looking at me. "Did you have me drive all the way out here for nothing?"

"Of course not," I said. Dave quickly took that opportunity to leave, while Jenna just stood there looking as if someone had shit in her cornflakes.

"What's your name future employee, or should I just wait for you to fill out the job application?" I asked.

"Alana Myles," she laughed. "What do I call you, future employer?"

"Anthony Blake, but you can call me Tony," I said. Her face lit up as I said that, and she got the funniest look. 

"I've heard that name before, but for the life of me I can't remember where," she said. We went through the full list of schools or places we might've known each other from but couldn't find the link. Meanwhile my wife was getting angrier and angrier. 

"Well, Alana, why don't I just show you the property and we can discuss the jobs as we go and you can decide which one you want," I said.

We left the house, closing the door gently. Alana jumped lightly off the porch and held one hand up to her ear. "Shhh," she said.

"What are you listening for?" I asked. This woman fascinated me.

"I'm not sure yet," she said with a very serious look on her face. "It may be only one sound or a combination of many. It may be a hissing, or a dripping, or a clunk, or possibly even a thunk. It may even be all of them one after another. Or even all at the same time." I was really wondering what hell she was talking about. Then I looked at her and saw those marvelous eyes and the smile. She started laughing then.

"Okay, spill it," I said.

"Well, if it's a hissing sound..." she said."That'll mean that some of the air is leaking from that Blow up doll's head. If it's a dripping sound it'll be from the silicone leaking from those big fake balloons on her chest. A clunking sound will come from all of the fat on her ass finally surrendering to gravity." Alana was obviously enjoying this.

"What about the thunk sound?" I asked.

"That would be the sound of her jaw hitting the floor when you and I left," she said. "I really don't understand men. Why would you hire her? She's way too domineering, and she looks like a porn star. Everything about her is fake; you should have a nice normal girl for your secretary."

Then it was my turn to laugh. Alana asked me what was so funny.

"Alana, Jenna isn't my secretary. She is, at least for the next couple of days, my wife."

Alana's jaw dropped too."Why is she only going to be your wife for the next couple of days?" she asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression on her face. "Let me guess, she's cheating on you?"

"Oh, it's far worse than that," I said. "I can't go into it right now, just believe me it's pretty bad."

"Okay, now it makes sense," she said. "As she said this I noticed that a lot of the zest of her expression and demeanor had faded.

"Hey Al, is there something wrong?" I asked.

"Nope, it's just the way my life goes," she said. We got into a jeep and started driving around the property with me telling her about the various things we did to and for the animals.

I think the biggest surprise came when she saw the first group of birds. Up until then she'd thought that we were raising cattle or sheep. A lot of her joy came back as she watched the birds running around and saw exactly how big the property was.

Of course there were also times when she'd suddenly get quiet and go back into her shell a bit. 

"Al, why do..." I began.

"Why do you keep calling me Al?" she asked.

"Hey, I'm your boss. During the work day, I can call you anything I want," I smirked.

"Oh, can you?" she smirked, right back. Her eyes lit back up, and her face took on its former passion.

"Yes, I can," I said, our faces inched closer together with every passing second.

"I haven't taken the job yet, Boss," she said. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"So do you want it?" I asked. And I wasn't even thinking of the double meaning that my words and our proximity hinted at.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I want it really bad." before either of us could say another word, a tapping on the jeep's window brought us out of the fog we were in. Dave was standing next to the Jeep. Alana and I got out and I introduced Dave to Alana. 

Dave had some concerns about what the EPA guys were doing and looking for. I reminded him that we had no choice so we should just let them do what they had to do, so we could see what the next step in the process was.

I gave him my assurances that the ranch would come out of this process just fine.

I really meant it when I said that too. Because whether he and Jenna were in jail or not; whether or not I was successful in getting rid of Jenna's ass, the ranch would be fine.

"He's the one isn't he?" Alana asked me later on after Dave had left. "I can't believe Barbie would be stupid enough to cheat on you with him."

"What makes you think he's the one?" I asked.

"The way you are around each other," she said. "You're a nice guy. I knew that from the very first second I saw you. When you surprised me, by giving up that parking spot was the first time I saw it. I noticed it even more when you sat down and talked to me after my disastrous meeting. You're nice to everyone we run into. You don't act like these people work for you. You act like they're doing you a favor. And all of them love you and are at ease around you."

"When you spoke to Dave, it was different. You seemed sad, like you had just found out that he had done something bad to you and you weren't angry, just disappointed."

"And he had that farm boy's first pig look on his face," she said. She noticed I was looking at her like she'd just dropped down from a spaceship.

"Okay," she said, realizing then that no sane person knew what a farm boy's first pig look, meant. "Pretend you grew up on a farm. Now pretend that your dad gave you one of the piglets for you to take care of as your own. You do a great job raising that pig, and after a while your dad comes and tells you that your pig is the best one on the farm. It's so good in fact that he's going to slaughter your pig for your family's barbecue the next day. So all this day, the last day you'll ever have with your pig, you treat that pig better than you ever have before. Because you know that its life is pretty much over and you don't want the pig to think badly of you."

"After a farm boy goes through that a time or two they start to see the pigs as just pigs, but that first time they're really sad and broken up about it."

Alana didn't know exactly how close to the truth she was. She also had no idea how her presence was beginning to make me feel. I'd brought her out here to hire her, but my feelings for her were starting to go in a completely different direction. Then I realized that there had never really been any difference. I was offering her a job, or making one up for her because I liked her. Lying to my-self wouldn't help the situation.

I drove us back to the house and parked near her BMW. "So do you want the job?" I asked, quietly.

"Of course I do," she laughed.

"Okay," I said.

"Don't you want to know which one?" she asked.

"Okay, which one?" I asked smiling. It didn't really matter which one she picked, I just wanted her around me.

"I'm going to be your new personal assistant," she said.

"My what?" I asked. I remembered asking her about a cleaning job, or light book keeping, or ranch hand. I was wondering where she got the whole assistant thing from.

"Your personal assistant," she said. "I'll just assist you in any way you see fit. I'll be wherever you are, doing whatever you want me to. Plus it'll really piss Barbie off."

"Okay," I said, pulling out my checkbook. I dated and signed a check, and handed it to her. "Take the rest of the day, and get your son in school. You can start tomorrow."

"How did you know how much to write the check for?" she asked.

"It's blank," I said. "You can fill in the amount and we'll start taking it out of your paychecks a little at a time." I saw her eyes start to tear up.

"How do you know that I won't just fill it out for ten thousand dollars and just disappear?" she asked.

"I don't, but I trust you," I said, lying through my teeth. My bank would automatically call me to verify any check over a thousand dollars, but it sounded good.

"So how much are you paying me?" she asked.

"I don't know. How much are you worth?" I asked back. "We'll argue about it tomorrow," I said, seeing Jenna staring at me through the front windows of the house.

Before my hand hit the door Jenna yanked it open. "Did you send that little bitch away for good?" she snapped.

"Nope, I hired her," I said.

"Hired her for what?" hissed Jenna. "So you can just stand around and make cow eyes at her?"

"Nope she's going to be my personal assistant," I said.

"Since when do you need an assistant?" asked Jenna. "I don't like her."

"That's probably why she's not your assistant," I said. I wondered what the hell was going through Jenna's mind. It almost seemed like she was jealous. If she hated me so much that she was trying to have me killed, why would she care about me hiring someone?

She just stood there and glared at me. "What's that on the floor behind you?" I asked. She turned and bent over to look at what I was pointing to. I slapped her on her butt, causing her to shriek. Jenna loved it when I did things like that.

Her face was smiling as she turned back to me, and she rubbed her butt as if it hurt.

"I have to go to a meeting with Jerry, and Ted from the EPA," I said. "We have to discuss the preliminary assessment. I won't be long. Maybe we can have dinner together, and watch some TV."

"I like it when we stay home together," she cooed. "I'll have dinner ready when you get home." What she really meant was that she'd order one of my favorites or have the maid make something. I don't think Jenna could turn the stove on. She never had to because she always turned me on. At least she did until I found out that she wanted me dead.

Jerry was a new man. He was more like the Jerry of old. He was smiling and happy, and smoking a really big fucking cigar.

"Hey, my wife is trying to kill me," I said playfully. "If I die who'll pay your exorbitant retainer?"

"I'm so happy, I'd almost work for free," he smirked. "I have a feeling I'm going to get that fucking albatross from around my neck. My monster of an ex wife seems to have found a fucking job and joined the rest of us working slobs. Now she can stop trying to nickel and dime me out of every cent I make."

"Sheesh," I said, remembering Jerry's lumbering foul smelling ex wife. "Who'd hire her? What's she doing?"

"I have no clue," he said. "But whatever it is, it makes my job easier. Now if only some retarded blind guy would fall in love with her and marry her, and adopt her kid. I'd be shitting in the tall grass. I could go off to Vegas and probably find me a big fake boob stripper type like yours, but no more marriages."

Ted walked in as Jerry was saying that. "Hey speaking of big fake boob stripper types, your wife is really pissed. She had your buddy in your house as soon as you left. Whatever you were doing today was like waving a red flag at a bull. She's planning on fucking your brains out one last time tonight. She wants to have you so tired and not really thinking so your best friend for life, can accidentally kill you tomorrow."

"Well I'm not going home then," I said. 

"Oh no, we want you to be there," he said. "I've got people all over your property. As soon as he kills you we'll take them both into custody."

"Uhm, what if I kind of want to live?" I asked.

"Don't worry. You won't be so much as scratched. But remember the plan. Make it look real." he said.

When I got home, I went right to bed. Jenna was pissed. When she came into the room, in a nightie that was barely there, I almost laughed my ass off at her trying to pose seductively until she noticed that I was asleep. Realistically if she had pulled the sheet down she'd have noticed that I was sporting a huge erection from just looking at her. I was really going to miss her, or at least miss fucking her.

The next morning Dave showed up and found me already stretching and getting ready to run. We started off at an easy pace. Emilio, one of our ranch hands, ran with us. We picked up the pace as we ran further, and Dave and I got competitive as we always did. We were fairly evenly matched so we both needed to be careful. If we ran too fast, we wouldn't have the stamina to complete the distance. As we got near the first pit, Dave jokingly bumped me. Naturally I bumped him back. "Hey no playing around near the pits," Dave said sternly. 

We ran further and sweat broke out on all three of us. We waved at some of the workers who were up early. Some were on their way to breakfast, others to feed the animals or do other chores.

I bumped Dave hard sending him careening nearly off the path.

"You guys are out for blood, today." said Emilio.

"It's only in fun, Emilio," I said. "Dave is like a brother to me. I trust him implicitly. I trust him as much as I do my wife."

Dave looked at me strangely. I really believe that he was having second thoughts. "I don't think this place would be nearly as successful as it without Dave," I said. Then I bumped him again.

If Dave was undecided, it was only for a minute. He smiled and said "Thanks man." Then as we approached the second pit he slammed into me and sent me hurtling into the pit. I teetered precariously on the edge of pit for a few seconds. Then lost my balance and fell onto the branches and twigs that covered it. My weight was of course too heavy for the camouflaging branches to support me so I fell through them out of view.

I screamed for a few milliseconds and stopped.

"Oh my God no," yelled Dave. He tried to look down at me and got barely a glimpse of me with one of the large spikes protruding out of my chest. I was covered in blood and my body was twitching.

Before Dave or Emilio could say a word, four big burly cops grabbed Dave. They dragged him kicking and screaming into the back of a formerly hidden police car and took him away. Ted came out and had Emilio run to the house to tell Jenna what had happened.

"Oh no!" screamed Dave. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it. We were just messing around."

"Shut up dumb ass," said one of the cops.

Back at the house, Jenna was sitting calmly at the breakfast table. She had on a long white dress, and had made herself up perfectly. It was as if she was about to star in her own movie. Only she didn't realize how true her thoughts were. The house was full of cameras recording her every movement. I later watched this happen on video that's how I'm able to tell you about her part in all of this.

She dialed the phone quickly and told someone on the other end, "It should all be over in less than an hour. I'll be the grieving widow. We'll have to get someone to take care of our fall guy,Dave. Then you can come in to console me, and sweep me off my feet. I'll sell you the ranch and you can take me away to live in the type of luxury I deserve."

She laughed at something the person on the other end said and then replied.

"It was a brilliant idea you had to do this," she said. "I just wish that I had gotten to have him one more time last night. He really was very good in bed. No not better than you sweetie. No man ever will be. I can tell sweetie. But he did know how to push my buttons."




The Pits



She laughed at something else. "After you sell this dust bowl and smelly birds to the idiot down the road we'll live happily ever after."

"I can hardly wait for them to come in and give me the tragic news. Do you think it would look too dramatic for me to faint? I'm not sure if fainting would be too over the top. I want to sell this, but I don't want to overdo it. That's why I wanted him to fuck me last night. I was going to scream and get really loud so all of the staff would hear us going at it. That way if anyone asked, they'd be able to tell them that as far as they knew we were happy and fucking all the time. Of course it wouldn't have meant anything baby. It's still your pussy. It always has been," she suddenly stopped.

"Uh oh, someone's screaming and coming this way. I think it is show time, gotta go." she said as she hung up the phone.

Jenna opened the door in response to a gentle knocking.

"Hello ma'am," said Emilio nervously.

"You're uh..." she said fishing for his name.

"Emilio Aquino," he replied. He really didn't want to be here. Most of the staff had always been uncomfortable around Jenna and he was no different. He'd worked here for over 4 years and she still couldn't remember his name. The boss knew every single one of the workers and their spouses, and children on site.

"What can I do for you Emilio?" she asked smiling.

"There's been an accident ma'am," he said quietly.

"Is this about another dead Ostrich?" she snapped. "They've already set up traps for the cougar. You'll just have to give them time to trap him."

"That's not it ma'am," he said softly. "It's the boss."

"Tony, my Tony," shrieked Jenna. Her face was a mask of shock and rage. "What happened? Where is he?"

"He got accidentally pushed into one of the pits," said Emilio. He was on the verge of tears himself.

"Oh, no!" Jenna cried. She collapsed in front of Emilio. She was obviously overcome with emotion. She just lay there on the floor sobbing, as Emilio made his way back to his bungalow.

Back at the pit, several Police officers dissipated the crowd of my workers who'd come by to gawk. Many were crying and I knew that I'd have to pay them a bonus when this was all over. Four men dressed in black overalls jumped into the pit. Then their co-workers handed them a large stretcher. Down in the pit away from the eyes of my employees, Ted who'd been one of the four pulled his hood down so I could see his face. He handed me a set of black overalls just like the others wore. 

"Get up you faker," he said. He playfully swatted at one of the spikes it swayed bending easily since it was made of rubber. I changed into the black overalls and pulled the hood around my face. Ted pulled out a cell phone and started talking into it as he climbed out of the pit. 

After a few minutes, the four of us started to get out of the pit. Two of us jumped up to the ground, while the other two remained in the pit to hold the stretcher. A realistic looking dummy was fastened to the stretcher. It was covered so no one watching could tell it wasn't me. The two men in the pit got out after handing the stretcher off to the men up top. Then the four of us all carried the stretcher to a van marked Medical Examiner. It appeared that no one had noticed that four men went into the pit but five came out.

Just as we got the body into the van Jenna came screaming towards us crying her eyes out. Ted intercepted her and offered her his condolences. He told her there'd be a very thorough investigation done and that all of the guilty parties would be prosecuted.

As I watched Jenna, all of her expressions were off. Even from this distance, I could see that she was acting. I guess it wouldn't be very noticeable unless you really knew the person, but I had loved and lived with her for a long time. To me it was as clear as glass. I just shook my head and rode away from the former love of my life. 

"Oh boy that went better than I expected," said Ted. "How does it feel to be dead?"

"Ha Ha," I smirked. "Did you arrest her yet?"

"Well, there's a problem with that," he said. "We want to wait until this mysterious fourth person shows up. So we can get them all."

"What fourth person?" I asked. "There's Jenna, and Dave, and Fred Mertz. Is someone else in this too?"

"From the most recent phone conversations we've intercepted, we believe that Fred Mertz isn't actually a part of this. He just agreed to buy your place if it became available. Your wife is also sneakier than we gave her credit for. Whoever this fourth person is, she only talks to him on a cheapo burner cell phone that we didn't even know she had." He looked at me and shrugged. The shrug seemed to say that you can't always see everything.

"Anyway," he continued. "We did manage to pick up her side of the conversation from the bugs in the house, but we have no idea of who he is. So we're going to wait for a while to see if he shows up."

"So where does that leave me in the meanwhile?" I asked.

"Dead," he smirked.

Ted's phone began ringing and he quickly answered it and started to talk into it. "She did what?" I heard him say. Then he listened for a while and shook his head. "No, you were right to call. Hold her until I can get down there, but be polite."

"Let me guess," I began. "Jenna is freaking about me being dead."

"No, there's some freaking out going on but it's not your wife," he said. "Some woman who claims to be your new personal assistant showed up for work just after we left, and got into an argument with your wife. When my men tried to make her leave, she refused to leave until she got a chance to see the body. Geez how long have you known this woman? She was far more upset about all of this than your fucking wife was."He just looked at me then as if I had done something to screw up his plan.

"Now I have to go to the station and deal with her," he said.

"Don't," I said. "I'll deal with her." He looked at me suspiciously. And then he just nodded his head.

After a few more moments of driving we pulled into the Town Square. The Courthouse and all of the other city offices including the Sherriff's station were there. I put my hat and dark glasses on and pulled my hood over my head. I kept my head down and walked into the office with the other men who were dressed like I was.

By doing all of that, I made sure that no random passer-by could recognize me, and start a rumor that I wasn't as dead as people thought.

Once inside the sheriff's office, unlike the other guys I kept my hood and glasses on. 

The inside of the sheriff's headquarters was relatively small. They had a couple of cells, but Alana was inside of a locked office. She was talking to a female deputy when I looked into the room. I knocked on the door and the deputy came out to speak with me.

"How's she holding up?" I asked.

"She's really broken up about you. She's been crying since she got here. I got her to relax by telling me how she met you, and stuff like that. It's hard to believe that after only knowing someone for a few days that you could make that kind of an impression on them." 

I nodded my head thinking that she'd made a mark on my life as well.

"She told me that she wishes that she'd met you before she met her asshole of an ex husband. She thinks her life would be so much better. She Uhm, told me about that foot rub you gave her." I just smiled.

Ted came over then and we went into the office. "Do you realize that you're messing up an ongoing investigation?" he yelled at her.

"Do you realize that I don't care?" she yelled just as loudly. 

"If you thought for a second, you'd see that the investigation you're jeopardizing is important. We're trying to catch the people who killed your friend," shouted Ted.

"Finding out who killed him won't bring him back," she snapped.

"Exactly how is this any of your business, anyway?" asked Ted. "His wife is fine with how we're handling this..."

"That bitch isn't his wife," snapped Alana. "She may be married to him but she isn't his wife."

Ted looked at her and then at me. "Do you want to explain that to me, or should I send in the shrink?" he said.Alana sat down and started crying. Even Ted was moved by her heartfelt tears. 

"She's married to him, but she doesn't really love him," she said. "Have you even seen the way she's walking around talking about how distraught she is? She's already told everyone that she can't possibly stay on the ranch because of all of the memories. It's like he hasn't even been buried yet and she's ready to sell off all of his things. That isn't love." She looked up at Ted and he nodded his head.

"I hardly know him, but I'm barely able to stand up," she sniffled. "I feel like I just want to die too. I don't understand how someone who's supposed to be his wife isn't going crazy. And then you assholes won't even let me see him. I just need to say goodbye to him. There are some things I need to tell him that I never got a chance to when he was alive."

Ted looked at me as if I was the lowest form of life on earth. I was enjoying this being dead thing too much. How often did a guy get a chance to hear what people really thought about him? Ted shook his head and left the room.

"Tell me now Al," I said softly. I took off the glasses and hood and just looked at her. She jumped up in shock and ran across the room to me. She pulled me down and kissed me. Then she stepped back, and started hitting me.

"Hey, why are you beating on me?" I asked.

"You're an asshole," she spat. "Why did you let me think that you were dead?"

"Al, a few days ago I discovered that my wife was planning on having me killed," I said. "This was the best way to draw her and the people helping her out."

"You should have told me," she said, punching me in the arm again.

"When all of this started I didn't even know you," I told her.

"Well you do now," she snorted.

"So what did you need to tell me?" I asked.

"Nothing," she snapped. "Now that you're alive, things are different. You're a lot more attractive when you're dead." She had that mouth turned up and tight. She was the cutest thing I could imagine, with her arms folded across her chest so tightly that it didn't seem possible for her to breathe. 

Ted came back into the room. He stuck his head in first as if he was checking to make sure it was okay for him to come in.

"Ted we're not trying to kill each other. It's okay for you to come in," I said.

"That's not what I was expecting," he said sheepishly. "But hey, you guys are adults. I just didn't want to walk in on anything."

"Well don't worry, that's not going to happen," snapped Alana, glaring at me.

"Well alrighty then," smirked Ted. "We need to sneak you into a hotel room. Put your hood and glasses back on so no one recognizes you," he told me. Then he turned towards Alana.

"And you," he said to Alana. "I don't know why he insisted on bringing you into this. But if you tell anyone that he's still alive, besides going to jail, you could be responsible for him dying. So keep your trap shut."

"I don't care if he gets killed or not," said Alana, she was starting to cry again. "Can't he stay a little bit longer?" 

"I'm definitely calling that shrink," said Ted.

"Besides you should be at work, what am I paying you for?" I asked gently.

"That big plastic bitch, that you call your wife fired me," said Alana.

"Well you're unfired," I said. "Besides she can't fire you since she didn't hire you. Our deal stands."

"Then why can't I go to the hotel with you?" she asked. "Our deal was for me to be your personal assistant. In order to assist, I have to be with the person."

"Al, I know this is going to sound really corny, but you're with me even when we're not together," I said. Her eyes got even more watery.

"Steady stomach," said Ted. "You're right, that was really corny. I thought I was going to throw up." Alana gave him an evil look and took my hand.

"Look, you can call her from the hotel. I'll get you a clean cell phone to use but we need to get the hell out of here," said Ted.

"Call me," she said as Ted and I left.

The hotel that Ted stuck me in was fairly remote. It was about 5miles outside of town, and away from all of the main roads. It was the kind of place that people go to for fishing, or to get away from it all.

As soon as I got there I called Jerry and asked him how my divorce was coming. He told me that he thought that he'd be able to get me an immediate decree, as soon as any evidence was brought before the court that Jenna was part of the attempt to murder me. I told him to bring all of the papers over for me to look at and to hang out for awhile because I was going to go crazy in the hotel alone.

"So, you're kind of taken with the crazy woman aren't you?" asked Ted. "That's why you want to rush your divorce through, isn't it?"

"Maybe," I said. "I'm not sure she feels the same way I do though."

"God damn, you're dumb," said Ted. "She cried non-stop over you until she found out you were alive. She didn't want you to leave again. And as soon as she recognized you in the room, I thought her nipples were about to shred that fucking shirt. Are you guys in junior high or something?"

Jerry got there before I could answer Ted's question. He rushed into the room. He was happier than I've ever seen him. 

"So it worked huh?" he asked. 

"What are you so fucking happy about?" I asked him. He immediately tried to put a sad look on his face.

"Jenna called me this morning," he said. "Can you believe that bitch wants to get together to discuss your estate? You haven't even been dead for 4 hours yet and she's trying to find out how much money she'll get. She's invited me to dinner tonight."

"Jerry you know that she's not going to get a dime, right? Why bother going?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Ted. "She's going to jail. We've already got her for conspiracy to commit murder. And she's also going down for soliciting the attempt."

"Tony you're my best friend right?" asked Jerry. 

"I guess," I said slowly. I was thinking of Dave, who'd pushed me into a fucking spike filled pit for a crack at fucking Jenna.

"Well don't take this the wrong way," began Jerry. "You don't love Jenna any more do you?"

"He'll no," I spat.

"That's for sure," giggled Ted. He looked like he was about to bust a gut holding back outright belly laughs.

"Well in that case, since you don't want her anymore... and you know that I have a thing for well endowed women..." said Jerry nervously.

"I know that going to the dinner is pointless. But, I wanted to go anyway if you don't mind." 

"You want to fuck Jenna don't you?" I asked. "You're going to pretend to help her get all of my fucking money just so you can get into her panties!" Jerry looked at the floor.

"Geez Tony, you're done with her. You've moved on and that bitch is built like a fucking porn star. I warned you about her from the beginning." Ted was laughing openly now. Jerry and I both glared at him and he held his hand up and tried to stop laughing.

"Well if the shoe was on the other foot, and you wanted to fuck that monster I married, I'd be fine with it," said Jerry. Ted started rolling around on the floor laughing.

"Ted what is so funny?" I asked.

"Yeah?" asked Jerry.

"Trust me, I'm waiting to see how this one ends," laughed Ted. "It's going to be priceless."

"Oh alright Jerry, have your fun," I said.

"So what's this about you falling in love with someone new?" asked Jerry. "Don't Fucking do it. You can't trust any of them. How do the rappers say it? "Bitches be crazy," You're better off just dating her and when it starts to get close, break it off and find another one."

"It took me a while to figure it out. You saw what happened to me. I ended up married to a fucking monster. And now all she tries to do is drain the fucking life out of me and bust my balls for every little thing," said Jerry. "God I wish I'd never started drinking. If it wasn't for the DNA test I couldn't even be sure the puppy was mine. And as God is my witness I'm going to be stuck with that evil bitch for the rest of my life. No other man in his right mind would ever consider marrying that fucking cow."

"Well, now that I've seen her, I can see what you're talking about," I said. Ted started laughing again. "She's pretty fucking monstrous, what made you do it."

"I was drunk out of my mind," said Jerry. "Anyway, tonight I won't be drunk. I can't wait to get my hands on those..."

"Jerry, try to fuck her at the ranch. Her mysterious friend is supposed to show up early in the morning. That way we can catch them a together and end this shit once and for all," said Ted. He was still laughing for some reason. "And you," he said looking at me. "Don't leave this fucking room until I come for you tomorrow." Just before he left the room he threw a small object to me. It was a phone. "Call your girlfriend if you get lonely." Then he started laughing again.

I sat there in the hotel room for a long time, thinking about my life. Less than a month ago I'd thought I had the world on a string. I'd taken a useless plot of land and a truly ass-brained idea and turned them into a successful business. I had a gorgeous wife who I thought I loved, and also thought that she loved me. I had a bunch of Mustangs and more than enough money to live on for the rest of my life. 

I also had 2 best friends who were more like the brothers I never had. 

But now looking back on it and pulling away the facade I could see that except for the money, I really didn't have much. And since money has never really mattered to me, I actually have nothing.

Even I have to admit, that eventually the bottom will fall out of the Ostrich market. Oh sure there will always be a market for the quills and feathers, and to a lesser extent the hides etc. But the market for Ostrich meat will pass and probably rather quickly. It's probably time for me to start thinking and come up with my next ass-brained idea.

As far as my cars go, I truly love them. I started out playing with Hot Wheels cars as a boy. I had over a hundred of them and at least five different tracks. Even as a boy I collected every Hot Wheels Mustang I could get my hands on. There was just something about the pony cars that clicked with me. 

The car truly reminded me of the freedom that it and its iconic emblem symbolized. 

There's also the fact that in this crazy world we live in, there are precious few things that don't ever go away. Even now, Chrysler brought back the Challenger and the Charger in response to the new Mustang design in 2005. More recently GM brought back the Camaro as its own response. All of those cars had been out of production for a number of years though. 

Of all of the cars from the classic muscle era only the Mustang survived. Sure it's changed over the years, but it's always been basically the same. It's a small car with a big assed engine that is an absolute blast to drive. Since 1964 they've never stopped making them. That's as close to permanent as anyone can hope for. Besides that I just flat out love that car. I've never met a Mustang I didn't like.

With that being said, what about Jenna. I truly wanted to love her. In fact for a long time I thought I loved her, but maybe that was just my reaction to the fact that I thought that she loved me. Truthfully, I just wanted all of this, over with. I was more upset with the fact that Jerry wanted to fuck her, than jealous over the fact that he probably would. 

He was supposed to be my best friend or one of them. It felt like he was choosing a bitch who wanted to kill me over me.

Then there was Dave, he actually tried to kill me for her. I gave him a job and a place to stay when no one else would, and this is how he repays me. I guess on some level I could understand it. After all Jenna really does look like a wet dream on two legs, but there's always been something odd about her. I guess for a number of years I just didn't see it because I was too close to her. 




The Pits



But lately I'd been running things through my mind and all of the pieces, just failed to fit. 

Then of course there was Alana. From the moment we met there'd been a connection. All of the verbal sparring we'd done earlier had meant nothing. We were connected on a level that was far deeper than Jenna and I had ever managed to make. And that was after knowing her for only a few days. 

The scariest thing about it was that I could see myself growing old with that woman, but I'd never even thought about that with Jenna. Maybe I should call her and tell her how I felt. I figured that would probably be a mistake though because I was pretty sure she had a relatively low opinion of men. Her ex had really done a number on her. 

Of course my apparent death had given her no reason to trust me either. Hopefully time would let her see that I meant no harm towards her, but the deception was necessary to try and get all of the people who were involved in Jenna's scheme into the open.

The knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts. Whoever it was, had to have gotten past the deputy standing guard in the hall.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Pizza," was the reply. It sounded as if the deputies had rotated their shift and the female deputy from before was the one guarding me.

It was evening and I was hungry, but I wasn't sure I wanted pizza. I opened the door and found Alana standing there holding a pizza box.

"Could you please just not say anything," she said.

"Not say anything about what, Al?" I asked.

"Let's just eat," she said. She came into the room put the box down and started setting things up on the table in the hotel room's living room. In a few minutes she had plates of pizza and a glass of wine for both of us. She sat down on the couch and pointed at the chair for me to sit down in. I sat down on the couch next to her.

"I'm sorry," she said. 

"Al, what are you sorry about?" I asked her. I was beginning to become upset. It looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Where's your son?"

"You see, there you go again," she said. "That's the fucking problem."

"Al..." I began.

"Just shut up," she said. "I need to tell you some things before I chicken out." I just nodded my head and grabbed a slice of pizza.

"I'm not like this," she said. "For the past few days, I've been walking around on a cloud. I've been starting to feel things again and not just reacting and clawing. I'm scared shitless about it. I feel like I did when I was younger and that's dangerous for me." she picked up a slice of pizza and sipped her wine.

"There's something going on with us, isn't there?" she asked. I just nodded my head again.

"I'm not handling this very well because I've never had an adult relationship," she said. "Before I got out of college I was pregnant and married. I never even finished school. My parents kind of sheltered me when I was younger so I didn't date much. Then when I did get to college, I hit the books pretty hard. I also wasn't much of a drinker. My room-mate got me to go to one fucking party..." she said shaking her head. I put my arm around her and she sighed and sipped her wine again.

"I had one glass of punch," she said. "I was sure it was spiked, but I didn't think a little bit of alcohol would hurt me. After that glass they tell me I was knocking them back like it was water. I ended up dancing with half of the guys there, but again I don't remember it. I went upstairs into one of the rooms to lie down. I remember a guy lying on the bed already, but I just told him to move his drunk ass over. There were several people crashed on almost every bed and sofa in the house by then." 

"I wasn't a virgin, I'd had sex once or twice before then, but I'd always known the boy and made them use protection. Actually I was never very excited about it. I just didn't see it as being too important. That night I had no intention of having sex with anyone. I was so drunk I was dizzy from whatever was in the punch. I just wanted to sleep it off."

"When I woke up the next morning, I had the worst headache I'd ever had, and, I'd had sex. I was very ashamed of myself, but I knew I hadn't been raped. I was still holding his hand."

"When he woke up, he was as embarrassed as I was. He had a girlfriend and I just wasn't his type. We exchanged names and agreed to never mention it," she looked at me for a reaction and finding none, nibbled her pizza and continued."

"A little over a month later I knew I was pregnant. I didn't have much trouble tracking him down. He told me he'd pay for my abortion. I went ape-shit. I told him I wasn't going to murder my baby and I'd be fine. I just wanted to let him know about it."

"I have to admit that though I've never given the bastard any credit, he did step up to the plate. We got married but it was wrong from the start. You should really only get married if you're in love and want to be with someone forever, and we just never had that."

"He tried, I guess, and so did I but we argued constantly. He didn't love me. And I didn't love him. I just don't think he was suited for marriage anyway. And I know that I didn't suit him. He liked big flashy women and that's just not me." She shrugged her shoulders and it was all I could do to turn away from her. 

The shoulder moves made her breasts more visible under the shirt she wore. They may not have been in Jenna's double E range but Alana was a tiny woman and on her smaller frame her breasts seemed more than adequate.

"He also saw me and our son as holding him back from doing the things he wanted to do and as a financial drain, so naturally the divorce was hard fought and acrimonious."

"During the divorce lots of things came out that we'd been holding in. He hated having sex with me. He said that it was worse than masturbation. I didn't like sex with him either. He just jumped into bed with me rolled me over, told me we were married and then stuck his dick inside me," she had tears in her eyes as she said this so I hugged her to me more tightly.

"He never even warned me when we were going to do it," she said. "He just got on, got in; then, grunt, grunt, squirt and it was over."

"There was no romance no wooing and flirting to get me into the mood. That was it," she looked at me again. "I guess it was probably my fault. I was so used to romance novels and all of that little girl stuff that I probably had unrealistic expectations of married life."

She refilled her glass, and looked at me. "After we divorced my life has been filled with arguing with him and raising my son alone. I'd gotten used to the fact that romance novels just didn't mirror reality. As much as I wished that someone would come along and sweep me off my feet, it just seemed like every time someone came along, all they wanted to do was sweep me out of my panties. None of them ever got the chance. After the first time with my ex I gave up drinking," she said tipping her glass back again.

"Do you know that my life was so bad during the divorce that I even considered getting back with him?" she said. "Luckily for me, he had the good sense to laugh in my face when I brought it up. So now you see my life. I argue with my ex. I raise my son, and I fight off the wolves who just want to fuck me without getting to know me." She reached for the bottle of wine and I took it from her. She wasn't anywhere near drunk and I didn't want her going there. I opened the room's mini-bar and got her an 8 dollar coke.

"Then you show up and fuck up my life," she spat. "You just swooped in and started solving all of my problems, and being so God damned nice to me. When we took our tour of your property, I felt something, and I thought you did too. And that wasn't the first time I felt it. 

When I met that bitch and found out she was your wife, it didn't matter to me at all. I was ready to fight her for you. Do you know the best sex I've ever had was when you gave me that foot rub?" she just shook her head and lifted her foot. She somehow slipped her shoe off so it just dangled on the end of one toe.

"I can still feel your hands massaging my feet," she said "And even now it sends feelings all the way up my legs to where they meet, if you know what I mean." I smiled at her.

"Then I show up for work, and they told me you were dead," she snapped. "I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was screaming and acting really stupid but I just couldn't handle it. All of these really stupid thoughts went through me like the fact that I'd never even got the chance to kiss you. So I started demanding to see the body, and the cops went ape-shit then. They hauled me downtown so fast my head spun. And you know the rest."

I looked down at her nestled in my arms and saw relief and expectation written all over her face. I wished that I could figure out what she wanted to hear from me, but honestly I didn't know what to say to her.

"Al, I wish I could come up with some magical words to make you feel better, or to let you know that I'll never hurt you again," I said. "Realistically the dying thing wasn't my idea. It was the Sheriff's department's idea as the best plan to draw Jenna and her accomplices out into the open. Without them actually trying something we had no crime. All we had was something they'd talked about. In our country you can talk about whatever you want, but until you actually break the law there's nothing anyone can do about it."

I squeezed her even tighter and all she did was to sigh and melt into me more. She was enjoying our contact as much as I was. "As far as you and I go, part of the reason that I agreed to this was so I could get free from Jenna even faster so I could spend more time with you. I can't promise you that our life together would be like a romance novel or anything like that. I'm just a normal human guy. But even though I've only known you for a couple of days, I already love you more than I ever loved Jenna."

"And I love you far more than I ever loved my ex too," she smiled. Then I heard the other shoe drop. "So, how about giving me another foot-rub? But this time I don't think you should stop at my feet."

I pulled her legs up and started on her feet. During the first few minutes I spent rubbing, I caught a whiff of her arousal. "Al, are you wearing..." I began. She just shook her head.

"Every time I'm around you I just get soaking wet anyway. Why waste them," she smiled. "Besides if I got my way you were going to be taking them off of me anyway. Get back to work mister," she smiled laying her head back on the couch. 

My finger continued to work their magic on her feet and Alana moaned letting me know that she was enjoying it. After a while I worked my way up her ankle and started on her legs. Besides massaging I gently licked the back of her calves and her moaning got louder. She laughed a bit when I licked the back of her knee, and then got deadly serious when my tongue hit her inner thigh. As I started working my way further I noticed that she had begun to finger her own furry vagina. I reached up and slapped her hand away. "I don't need any help," I told her laughing.

"Then get to it," she said. "I'm about to explode."

"Not until I say so," I smirked. "I'm still your boss." My tongue started working its way through her forest of pubic hair and finally struck its target. Alana's howl must've been heard throughout the hotel. I gently pulled her labia apart and began to lick her in earnest. Alana was screaming but I couldn't make out any of the words she was using. I was too busy giving her pleasure to care.

"Oh please, fuck me now," she said.

"I didn't think we were going to do that," I said, teasing her. "This was just supposed to be a foot rub. Besides you've been drinking maybe you aren't in your right mind.

With one glance she let me know that if I didn't get up there and fuck her, I'd regret it. "Yes ma'am," I said. As I pulled my pants and boxers down, I grabbed her arm and pointed to the bedroom. She jumped off the couch and ran towards the room. 

We lay down on the bed together with anticipation running high. She spread her legs and I got between them. I rubbed the head of my dick across her damp fur a few times for lubrication and she mistook my intentions. I guess she thought I was still trying to tease her. She grabbed my hips and pulled me into herself in one stroke. She let out a very guttural moan and held me into her. Then she started moving her hips forwards and back on my member.

"Hey, do I actually get to participate in this?" I asked. "Or are you just going to just use me for your own pursuits?"

"Sorry, I've never been this wired up before," she said. "So go ahead, do something."

"I'll do something," I muttered under my breath. Then I pulled her legs further apart and started stroking in and out of her tight wet pussy. At first I went slowly because she really was pretty tight. Then I started with longer and faster strokes. I continued increasing the speed and the volume of the strokes until she was moaning and screaming unintelligibly. Then I grabbed her ass cheeks and started pile driving her. Alana was howling so loud I thought someone would think that I was trying to kill her, so I covered her mouth with my own. She shot her tongue into my mouth and started probing it as my member continued to probe her nether regions. After a few moments of that she stiffened and locked her hips in place and her legs just splayed out to the sides. She shook violently for a couple of seconds and then settled down next to me.

"You're going to have to give me a couple of seconds after that, to recover," she said. For most of the night we clawed and pawed each other. Alana was a very small woman but she was insatiable. Finally we settle in and just held each other.

"Al, I love you," I told her.

"You're just trying to get me to have more sex with you," she smirked. "Either that or trying to prevent my sexual harassment in the workplace lawsuit."

"Did it work?" I asked.

"Of course," she said, snuggling herself closer to me. "I'm going to rewrite our employment contract so this is one of the benefits. And for the record, I love you too." 

I awoke the next morning naked in the hotel room's large bed. I was worn out yet happier than I'd ever been. An equally naked Alana murmured her protest as I tried to disentangle myself from her. 

"Al, I'm only going to answer my phone," I said.

"We have to move quickly, so get dressed. We're on our way up." said Ted's voice from the phone. I hung up and then went and kissed Alana as I dressed. I closed the door to the bedroom and opened the door to the hallway a few minutes later. 

The female deputy was back on duty, and she looked at me and shook her head. "Guess I'll have to find someone else who knows how to do that foot-rub thing," she smirked. My puzzled look started her talking again. "After the way that woman was singing last night she'd probably scratch my eyes out over you," she laughed. "I think that someone around here is in love. 

"Well, love is a pretty strong way of saying it, but I did ring the shit out of your ex wife's chimes last night," said Jerry happily. Both Ted and the female deputy started laughing. Jerry started making thrusting motions with his pelvis at everything he encountered on his way into my hotel room.

"I don't want to talk about this out of respect for my best friend," said Jerry. "But last night was probably the best sex I've ever had. I doubt if Jenna can even think right now, because I fucked her brains out."

"Yeah she's sleeping off some sex right now, but it wasn't from you Jer," laughed the female deputy. From her reaction to Jerry I could tell that there was probably some history there.

"What are you talking about?" asked Jerry.

"I've heard the surveillance tapes, including your performance," said the deputy. "You did last longer with her than you did with me. She got almost a full four minutes. I also really believe that she was faking it. Then, less than twenty minutes after you drove off, some guy on a bike drove up, and he finished the job you started. He had her singing for real.

But the true winner was definitely your friend Tony's lady friend. She's the one I'm jealous of."

Jerry sat down crestfallen and dejected. A few minutes later the bedroom door opened an Alana came out with a sheet wrapped around her looking for her clothes. She looked up and saw Jerry. At the same time hearing the door open, Jerry looked up and saw Alana wrapped in only a sheet. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" snapped Jerry.

"What I do is none of your business asshole," spat Alana with more venom in her voice than I'd ever heard.

"Holy shit, not now," said Ted laughing.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" I asked. "Jerry, you know Al?"

"Only too well," he smirked. "But if it's any conciliation to you, I wish I didn't."

"Jerry we've been friends forever. But I've never heard you mention her," I said. Ted was laughing his ass off again.

"Yeah you have," said Jerry. "I'm constantly talking about my evil bitch of an ex wife."

"But I thought your ex wife was that big smelly woman who was leaving your office last time I was there," I said.

"Real big and smelly would probably be Mrs. McGillicuddy," said Jerry. "She's my house cleaner. She wanted a raise."

Then he looked at Alana. "Please tell me that you aren't fucking my friends just to get back at me because I dumped you. Even you couldn't sink that low. And what's wrong with you? You look strange."

"In the first place it's no business of yours who I sleep with," snapped Alana. "But I don't need to do anything to get back at you. I did spend the night here, but it had nothing to do with you. And as far as my looks go, I'm a little bit weak in the knees and out of breath. It's because somebody wore me out last night. I don't think you've ever seen me really well fucked before, probably because last night was the first time it's ever happened in my entire life." 

Then the female deputy started laughing. "Jerry I was screaming so loud my throat is sore," said Alana. "I don't think that ever happened with us did it?"

She came over to me and kissed me. Then she picked up her discarded clothes and told us to wait because she was going with us.

"Uhm Jerry," I said. "I think you're going to have both of your wishes come true in a single day.

"What do you mean," asked Jerry. 

"Yesterday you told me you'd always wanted to fuck Jenna," I said. "You got your chance to do it. No matter what anyone says about it, you fucked her." He nodded and stood up a little bit straighter. 

"But even before you told me that," I continued. "You wished that you could be free from your ex wife, remember that."

"I remember that," he spat. "Even divorced from her ass, I still have to deal with her, all because of one fucking drunken mistake. I swear I'll never drink again." As he looked around the room he spotted the wine bottle. "Is there anything left in that bottle?"

"Jerry, we've been friends for a long time and I don't want to mess that up," I said. "So, I'm asking you now. Would you be upset if I married Alana?"

Jerry looked at me in shock. His mouth started to open. But before he could say anything a shoe hit me in the side of my head.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" asked Alana. "That asshole has no say in who I can marry. If you wanted to ask someone you should have been asking me, and I'm not even sure I want to marry you."

"Look," said Ted. "I like high-school romances just as much as the next guy but we have a conspiracy to commit murder case to wrap up here. So can we go out to the ranch now, please?"

The drive out to my ranch was worth the price of admission. Alana sat next to me clutching my arm for dear life. She kept looking over at Jerry, and he kept taking sidelong glances back at her. Ted kept laughing every time he looked at either of them.




The Pixie & The Lady in Leather



He met them at separate times in different places. One over a year before when he first negotiated to scene with her and she said no not yet perhaps another time, the other only a half a year ago when she was visiting from far away as part of a poly family exploring a new venue. In the year since he had met the first, he had grown a lot in his role as bottom, finding his strengths and realizing what best suited him. He wasn't really submissive all the time. He liked submitting and felt every woman he met was Dominant. Trial and error was his path. He was a strong man, maybe not so much in physical ways but in mind and soul. He was still searching for his path upon the Road of Submission and Dominance, but even so made his own path he took.

When the time came he was almost unprepared for it. He had packed his toy bag in the hopes that She might deign to play with him as he had pleaded with her so many times before. He had learned though those key phrases it seems a Dominant is born knowing, "We'll see", "Perhaps", and "Maybe". He had also learned that the more he pleaded, begged and whined the less interested she became in the topic.

That night he watched as all the ladies in his "Marshmallow Clan" got ready. Scurrying here and there picking out just the right outfit. One tomboy looking to find her role in the lifestyle, one beautiful lady dressed to kill in leather, and one pixie in her spring attire. These were his women, his Dominants, his as much as one can lay claim to the three women who by strange quirks of life all became his roommates within the last two months. The pixie and the tomboy headed out first, the lady in leather and he heading out after. 

They all met up again in a local tavern with more of their friends spending an evening eating, drinking and being merry. When it was time to go more followed as the caravan grew. They all followed the pixie as she headed out, all going to a new place that only the pixie knew well. It was strange and exciting not knowing what may happen, who they would meet or what they would do. 

As they walked around when they got there he saw all the wonders of the club they we seeing for the first time. Lead on a tour by the pixie that held his prize in site. It was a dungeon set up with care. Stocks and shackles lay waiting to be used. A massage table stood there just calling out for a warm body to lie upon it. In the corner, a swing made of leather, something to play with another day. He wondered would this be the night. I have grown truly I have, I have not begged, whined, or pleaded for days weeks even months. Truly I don't think so. I will wait I will see maybe tonight will be the night but I will not ask. She will tell me in her own way when it is Her pleasure to play.

She had a job to do his pixie, she was a hostess here it was not time quite yet for that play. He enjoyed playing in the pool with the friends that had joined them that night. Volleyball and walking the pool gave him something to take up his time. It was fun spending time here with his Dominants, the lady in leather and the pixie.

When things slowed down as he was sitting there talking with the lady in leather she came over. His pixie as he liked to call her for that's what she reminded him of. Her short hair curling ever so lightly in her spring attire with just a twinkle in her eye as she said "Maybe, perhaps, it is time to see what the dungeon holds in store for thee." His eyes lit up at the thought the time has come, it has been a long wait, but finally my pixie, she has called her pleasure, and the time is now. "Let me get my toys" he says. 

He watches as his pixie and his lady in leather take this toy and that out for their perusal. A leather flogger, a cane. A paddle, a horsehair flogger. These are just a few of the toys they pull out to use. Maybe not all will be used but some will for sure. She turns to him, this pixie of his with a sparkle in her eye and a smile in her voice as she tells him to strip and lay on the table. The scene rolls out before him she uses every tool at her disposal. Talking to him and going slow, testing his likes and limits, his wants and needs. She learns his body and listens to his responsive grunts moans and umphs. She learns his weakness is in his feet. 

He enjoys so much having them beat. She teases him as they progress, bringing to mind that he is thankful She has chosen today to play. Up and down his body she goes this way and that way, harder slower softer faster. The blows rain down so enjoyable. The day has arrived no more a maybe, perhaps or we'll see. It is now here, the time is upon him. Time passes so quickly when you are enjoying. It's over too soon yet not soon enough. He wonders when will be the next time and when will be the last. She leans over massaging him, her cool down she calls it. A bit of lotion and her warm strong hands. Massaging the soreness from both his back and her hands. He inhales the scents around him, his lady in leather, his pixie, the sweat intermingling with the scent of the lotion. All is well. He will be back tomorrow for even though he does not know it now he will tomorrow. His pixie and his lady in leather, they both will Dom him on the morrow.



The Pizza Boy



Maybe it was the way he talked that attracted me to him. Maybe it was the way the rain soaked his shirt causing it to press against his chiseled body that turned me on. I remember the night as if it were yesterday. A rainy night in mid-June.

I had ordered a pizza and was growing impatient. I had been looking out the window, waiting for the pizza boy. Finally, he had arrived. I saw him and instantly felt my pussy get a little wet.

I licked my lips as he walked up to my door. He looked familiar, and I then remembered. He was the extremely distracting boy from my History class. Everyday, I would stare at him and daydream about the day I got him in my panties.

He rang the doorbell and I quickly snapped back to reality. Before I opened the door, I adjusted my shirt to reveal as much cleavage as I possibly could. I opened the door and gave him a very flirtatious smile.

"Hi," I said. He smiled at me, and he stared at my almost entirely uncovered breasts. I glanced down at his pants and noticed a tent forming. A small moan escaped my lips, and we both returned to reality.

I tried to make conversation to make him stay longer. "Hey, you're that guy from my History class, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, your name's Danielle, right?" he said.

"Exactly. I'm sorry, I don't think I remember your name," I lied.

"Brad," he told me as he extended his hand. I shook it, and his strong grip only turned me on more. I took a step closer to him. He blinked as if returning from a daydream. He pulled out the pizza from his carrier and handed it to me.

"That'll be $8.50," he said. I took the pizza and stepped inside for a moment. I grabbed the money and went back outside. I handed it to him and came dangerously close to him. I kissed him only briefly before I pulled away.

I looked at him, shocked at what I had done, and I waited for him to do something. He pushed me against the door and kissed me. I struggled to turn the doorknob and eventually got it.

I led him upstairs to my bedroom. As we walked into my room, I pulled off his soaking wet shirt and threw it across the room. I locked the door and pushed Brad onto my bed. I climbed on top of him and unbucked his belt as I kissed him. He kicked off his shoes.

I took off his pants and pulled of my shirt. He reached up behind me and unclasped my bra. He pulled it off and took one breast into each hand. He rolled us over so he was on top. He sucked on my nipples. He circled his tongue around them and gently nibbled on them.

He pulled off my pants and thong all in one motion. I moaned slightly as he started rubbing my throbbing clit. He kissed down my stomach and stopped just above my clit. He sucked on my clit and finger-fucked me. I began moaning louder and louder as he moved faster and faster.

He went until I couldn't contain myself anymore. I felt my climax coming but I waited as long as I could.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted. "Oh, Brad! Don't stop! Oh!" Once I finally came, Brad took off his boxers. I stared at his massive cock. So big, so hard. He stood by the bed, and I sat in front of him.

I took it into my mouth. I sucked on the head and worked my way down to his balls. I took as much into my mouth as I could. He began to moan which only made me want him more. After a minute or so of that, he pulled away.

"Lay down," he commanded. I moved to the middle of the bed, and he got on top of me. I reached into the drawer on my side table and pulled out a condom. He quickly put it on and put his cock deep inside of me.

We tried many positions, and I came almost every time. After a while, he finally came also. Out of breath, he kissed me. Weakly, he pulled himself out of me. He took off the condom and threw it out. He got dressed and gave me one last kiss before leaving.

"See you Monday," he said with a wink. I smiled.

"See you Monday."



The Pizza Boy Lives



Another pizza boy fantasy? No fantasy necessary; it happened. Or rather, isn't sex where fantasy and reality meet? I know what happened to us (we made it happen), but it will be only fantasy for you. But perhaps it will inspire you to do likewise. 

To be honest, I think it was an episode of "Friends" that got us started and not some cheap porno movie from the 80s. Or was it Joey watching some cheap porn from the 80s and talking to Chandler about it? I don't what the 'original' pizza boy fantasy is. A couple of chicks getting a little drunk, ordering, and seducing the delivery boy? All I know is that the reality of pizza delivery involves letting a young stranger into your house for a few moments while you pay for the pizza, and that's enough. 

I like to watch other men checking out my girlfriend, who has a great body with a beautiful pair of tits, not huge but full and high. Val wears low-cut clothing too, especially in summer, just to let a little breeze in. She had on a sexy, sleeveless kind of cross-wrapped thin top one night when we decided to order a pizza. She's actually somewhat modest, but she does play along with me most of the time. The top revealed a bit of her midriff too. She also had a pair of short shorts on, showing off her long, smooth thighs. I announced to Val, out of the blue, that I wanted to show her off to the pizza boy. She scoffed at the idea, but I could tell she was interested.

We ordered. The die was cast. I told Val how sexy she looked. And how she could be still sexier if she just loosened the ties on that top a little, for the pizza boy. I did it for her. Intead of, say, a quarter of her breasts showing (standard cleavage), I revealed half. You could see the full curve where her breasts separated in the center. She had on a low cut bra, as usual, one designed not to get in the way of her decollete. She would have been reluctant to appear in public like that, but in the privacy of her own home, for a delivery boy, with me protecting her -- I convinced her to go through with it. 

It was a warm evening. We each drank a tall glass of white rum. Just looking at Val's provocative clothing, I got turned on. My mouth would get dry with anticipation, and I would have to wet it with another sip of the rum. Val too. I put my glass down, pressed her up against the wall and gave her a hard kiss and stroked her breasts, reaching in to feel them all the way to the nipple. I had just put a hand between her legs and was fully erect and pounding when the doorbell of the building rang. 

Val buzzed the boy in. We had maybe 15 seconds before he arrived at the door of Val's flat. Our hearts were beating like crazy. Val adjusted her clothing, but I prevented her covering herself up too much. God, she looked sexy, and she was a little flushed after the rum and the kissing and fondling. No doubt a little wet, too. I had felt the heat and the dampness right through her shorts.

Then came the second, louder buzz. Val opened the door. Our pizza boy was a boyish, 18-year-old with curly hair and an innocent face. Central casting couldn't have done better. He put the pizza on the counter, presented the bill to Val and waited to be paid. Val took out her purse, fumbling with it a little. I could see she was nervous. She didn't even seem to be thinking straight, as she handed over a bill that was too small and had to look for another one, which she didn't have, so she started to shake her purse for some change, while I looked for my own wallet. She was holding her purse up in front of her, and the boy was looking at it. Or rather, he was looking past it right at Val's breasts. Val was preoccupied with her purse, and I pretended to be distracted with my wallet, but I was really watching him staring at those beautiful, curving, swelling breasts. 

Val found the money, tipped him, and then it was over as if nothing had happened. Nothing had happened. But the episode wasn't over. We watched through the peephole as the pizza boy disappeared into the lift. Then I took the pizza box, went outside, shut the door, and pressed the buzzer. Val let me in. 

Now it was just her and the (new) pizza boy. She went through the same motions, but this time it was me staring at her chest. She tipped me. I asked her if she could "do a little bit more". She said that was all the change she had. I took her by the bare shoulders and looked into her eyes and told her that she was the sexiest girl I had ever delivered pizza to. I kissed her. And (once again) I pressed her against the wall, this time as the pizza boy. She said her boyfriend would soon he there. I said, never mind him, now you are mine.

I unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them, and yanked them to the floor. I turned her around, dragged her knickers down off her bottom, roughly, till they too fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them. I pressed her hands against the wall and took her hard and fast -- as if I had another delivery to make, as if her boyfriend might be arriving any minute. Naturally, he didn't come. Or rather, he did, and so did Val, explosively. 

The excitement lasted a whole week. Then it was time to re-order. 

Val would have to wear something new and even more revealing. I suggested a loose netted garment she had that was designed to be worn over a brief top like a bikini when you walked back to your car from the beach. The twisted strands of cotton that made the netting were thick, but the diamond-shaped holes were big enough to see right through. I had Val put it on with nothing on underneath. Very sexy. 

I couldn't help kissing her nipples right through the fabric (the tip of my tongue could touch them through the netting, and I sucked on them through the cloth), and I left two wet spots on the netting as well as two erect nipples. Val looked down and said "no way." Of course, I knew that she was getting turned on, too, so I suggested that she wear a bra underneath, her white demi-cup bra.

It's an underwire bra designed to be worn with dresses with low necklines, party dresses for parties where showing some skin is the fashionable thing to do. The cups are cut very low. They cover the nipple but not (in Val's case) the top of the areola. It wasn't a push-up bra, just a hold-up bra, but it did thrust Val's titties right out and hold them out to the eye like two ripe peaches in the hands. Val put it on for me, then threw the net over it, which made it even sexier. I caught the blush of pink above her nipples through the netting. So would the pizza boy.

We drank a couple of glasses or Ursus and soda, which went right to our heads. The front door bell rang. Val buzzed the boy in down below. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her hard, and held her tight and fondled her breasts (dragging her bra cups as low as they would go and exciting her nipples) until the buzzer rang right at our door. Our hearts were racing. Would our boy be back? No!

It was a middle-aged pizza boy, a kind of sad-sack man with a stubbly beard. But I saw his eyes light up when they caught sight of Val. He stared. He never took his eyes off Val's tits. Val's nipples were poking out over the top of the lace of her bra (I don't think she realized it). I had a side view, and I wanted to suck them then and there and let the man watch me do it. The truth is that I wanted to watch him do it too. He had trouble making change. I could see he was distracted. 

Val was frozen, but her chest was heaving. Her breathing was audible in the silence that accompanied the man's looking for change. He reached into his pocket. I wouldn't have been surprised if he started masturbating. I wanted him to do it. He must have known what was happening. But he couldn't go through with it. He eventually found the change. Val tipped him, but he didn't seem to notice. He just kept his eyes riveted on those beautiful peaches with the cherries on top. Then he turned and was gone.

I'll bet he jacked off in the lift.

Once again I took the pizza box and pretended to be the pizza man. I imitated his stares. Val paid me and I reached in my pocket for change. Only what I really reached for was my pounding cock. I started to stroke it through my pocket lining. Val saw what I was doing. She came close to me and let her breasts brush against me. She kissed me, then her hands went down and loosened my belt, and unzipped me, then got on her knees and pulled down my boxers and went to work on me, sucking and stroking. We ended up on the couch. She straddled me and rode me without restraint. I got that bra off her and sucked her nipples through the netting until we had a crashing, shaking orgasm together. 

Then, of course, we had our pizza. What was next? 

We had gone to the beach in the middle of the week. We had found a spot to swim naked, and Val had slipped her yellow sundress on for the drive home. She had nothing on underneath, which was distracting to me while driving. What really got me thinking was seeing her bend over to put the towels in the washer when we got back to her place. 

The sundress rode right up her bum and showed her pussy. Val doesn't shave, but her pubic hair forms tufts at the top, on her mons. From behind she shows a beautiful symmetrical curving cleft of flesh, with a tuft of hair also visible. Whenever I see that, I want to mate with her: there's nothing sexier in the world than that view to me. I wanted to show it to the pizza boy and see if it affected him in the same way.

I didn't tell Val how much she was showing. She didn't really know how revealing it was when she bent over. I simply challenged her to order pizza wearing nothing but her sundress. It was sleeveless, of course, and it showed the tops of her breasts, but without support they were less impressive than with a bra. The fabric was thin enough that a flat nipple wouldn't show, but an erect one would.

I told Val that what I wanted her to do was spill some change on the flor and bend down to get it. We even practiced. At first Val simply bent over, but I insisted she get down on her hands and knees. I told her that a coin had rolled under the sofa. That was what I was after, ass in the air, dress riding up and showing the cleft and that tuft. I noticed that the dress fell down and permitted a clear view of Val's breasts from behind, too. 

We ordered and had the usual drinks, and this time when I pressed Val up against the wall and kissed her, I slipped my hand right under her dress and got her wet by slowly stroking her clitoris. I went so far as to finger her. She stroked the outside of my shorts, and soon I was visibly erect. She was very turned on when the door bell rang. Her nipples were showing against the fabric of the dress. I think the flat must already have smelled of sex. Then the second buzzer rang, loudly.

Who would it be this time? It was the first boy again. He smiled at us. Or was it a smirk? Val wasn't showing him much tonight, however, other than her bralessness and the fact that for some reason her nipples were poking against her cotton dress. We were all a bit more relaxed this time around, as if we knew we were members in a mutual benefit society. Val held up her little leather change purse, and then, as we had rehearsed, she dropped it. When it struck the floor coins exploded everywhere. It looked like an accident, too. It was Val's fault, so she bent down to pick up the coins. 

At first she kind of faced the pizza boy, but the trail of coins led her to turn around. I knelt down to pick up the ones that had rolled in my direction. Then I said: "I think some rolled under the couch." On her knees, bum in the air, Val stretched to get under the couch, and as she did so, the edge of her dress slowly rode up the back of her thighs, until it exposed that cleft, at least to me, who had a low vantage point. I could see that Val's labia were a little swollen and visibly wet. 

I told the boy that he could help if he liked. He liked. He got right down behind Val, and I'm sure he knew what was going on. He didn't find any coins. He just stared. We could both see Val's breasts, too. Both of us were on our hands and knees, like dogs, behind Val. Val reached the coin she was stretching for, backed up, and righted herself on her knees. Now it was her turn to smirk at the two men on all fours on the floor. She knew what we had been up to (but not how much we had seen). 

Here my narrative meets a fork in the road. What actually happened was that Val paid the boy and once again he was off, end of story. And I bent Val over the arm of the sofa and was inside her before the lift had even arrived for that poor (or happy?) boy. We just didn't want to involve a stranger in sex. Or rather, we did, but didn't want to cross that line. 

And we didn't have to. Fantasy crossed it for us. As I slid in and out of Val on the couch, I told her what the boy and I had seen and I described to her an alternate scenario, one in which I reach out my hand to touch her bum and invite the boy to do the same. One in which she turns on us to protest, but finds that I insist she bend over the arm of the sofa, and that I hold her there while the pizza boy mounts her and takes her and shoots his jizz all over her bum and back. And then watches me in the same position, but with much more force, slap and pound and hold her by the hair and throat and shoulders and come inside of her. 

I multiplied the scenarios all week long. In another I held Val's arms from behind in what we used to call a full Nelson while the pizza boy raised her dress and sucked her tits and lifted her onto his springing cock and pummeled her in imitation of me and (teenager that he was) came a second time. Or Val sucked and stroked that sleek young cock while I rhythmically penetrated her from behind. Or sat on that boy while I watched, until I drizzled lube down the crack of her bum and forced myself into her until she groaned out a desperate orgasm. 

And the moral of the story is: the pizza boy fantasy lives. It's what you make of it. All I can say is that it still turns us on. And we're getting hungry again.



The Pizza Girl Ch. 01



I was standing outside the local pizza place when I saw a young girl come out and light up a Camel. Other than the smoking, she was entirely too wholesome to be working at this place, which had a reputation for its wild employees and customers.

She looked about 18, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cute little nose. Her tight black tee shirt barely stretched all the way over her impressive tits, and her black pants showed off a very tight ass. I enjoyed my cigarette as I watched her and surveyed her terrain.

As I watched her, I could tell that something was wrong. Her expression was one of concern, her face wrinkled with worry. Tears soon followed as she half-heartedly puffed away. I approached her, ever vulnerable to the damsel in distress.

I learned that her name was Nicole, she was a senior at the local high school, worked at the pizza place for three months and had just found out she was pregnant. The father, her manager at work and a married man, denied all responsibility and had just fired her for trying to cause trouble.

“I was so stupid, giving up my virginity to an asshole like that. He told me he was fixed, but obviously lied to me. What a prick!”

“Well,” I said. “You learned a valuable lesson. Guys will do anything to fuck a cute young girl like you.”

“Yeah, but now what am I going to do? I have no money and now no job. I can’t have a baby!”

I looked at her and my cock started to stir. Here was a hot, obviously sexually active legal teenager practically in my arms. 

“I don’t know.”

She looked at me and my expensive jacket, my gold cigarette lighter and smiled. “You’re kind of cute. Will you help me out?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw you checking me out. How about I make you feel good and you give me some money?”

“How good do you mean?”

“Name it. My parents are out of town, so we could go to my place. I have to earn money for an abortion, and I can’t think of any other way.”

“Okay. Let’s take my car.”

In a few minutes we were at her house, a nice suburban ranch-style in a good neighborhood. It was obvious she was from a good family and was just dumb in her choice of sex partners.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom, which obviously belonged to a young girl. Stuffed animals covered the bed, pom-poms and a cheer pennant hung on the wall. Everything was pink and feminine and obviously a couple of years out of date.

I sat down on her bed and she joined me. Her hands went to my crotch, awakening my sleeping penis. I leaned over to kiss her, and she met my lips with passion. As she continued to rub my cock I reached up to caress her swollen melons, firm from a push-up bra and youth.

I disengaged from her and pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were barely contained in a red-lace bra. I pulled down the cups and went to work on them with my lips. Her pink nipples quickly became erect. The oohs and ahhs she emitted told me she liked what I was doing.

After awhile I told her to take off her clothes. There is nothing more erotic than watching a hot young female disrobe and I was not disappointed. She reached around and unhooked her bra, releasing those beautiful 34D tits. They were so firm they almost completely held their shape in freedom. Next, she kicked off her shoes and unbuckled her pants. Slowly she lowered them, revealing a skimpy pair of panties that matched the bra. Her stomach, washboard flat, showed no signs of her pregnancy. Last to come off were those panties and, once around her ankles she kicked them off.

Thankfully, she was as wholesome looking as I had thought. No piercings, no tattoos, and a full bush of curly blonde pubic hair a couple of shades darker than the hair on her head. She sat down on the bed and bid me to join her. I kissed her hard, fondling her oversized jugs and working my way down to her pussy. Two fingers went in easily, as her juices were flowing with anticipation and excitement.

“Why don’t you take off you clothes so we can get down to business?”

I shook my head and dove for her young, pink, teenage twat. My tongue danced over her womanhood, from clit to outer lips to her asshole. She squirmed with delight as I stimulated her, bringing her to orgasm quickly and violently.

“Jim never did that for me. He just fucked me a couple of times in the back of his car after work.”

I nodded, knowing that this young girl was mine for the taking. I quickly shucked my clothes, standing naked before her. Though I am over twice her age, I am still in pretty good shape. I took my cock in my hand and guided it toward her mouth.

“I’ve never sucked a guy’s cock before.”

“It’s easy. I’ll teach you.”

I told her to begin by licking the head and, in no time, my penis had grown to its full nine inches. Little by little she worked it into her mouth, those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me in innocence and lust. I taught her how to stimulate my balls, how to jack off the shaft, how to finger my asshole to increase stimulation. She started to gag after getting about half of it down her throat, so I broke off and laid her back on the bed.

“Since you’re already pregnant, I guess I don’t have to worry about birth control, huh?” She managed a giggle.

“Jim’s cock is like a pencil compared to yours. Promise you won’t hurt me, okay?”

“Promise. You ready to get fucked?”

She nodded. I had lied to her, and shoved all nine inches into her in one thrust. This took the breath out of her but, before she could complain, I was pumping the hell out of her. Her pussy was so tight that I believed her when she spoke of her only other lover’s organ. The walls of her cunt gripped my invading member like a vice, but soon loosened up and I continued my assault. 

Nicole was a loud one, crying out and moaning as I did the job on her. I looked down to see our genitals meet, my thick prong obscenely stretching her pussy lips, and my thick black bush meshing with her blonde curls. I started coating my fingers with her juices and finger banging her tight little asshole. This added a whole new level of pleasure to both of us.

When I sensed my impending orgasm, I slowed down and flipped her over so that she straddled me. It didn’t take much for this natural slut to get the message and started riding me like a prize horse. I gripped her ass as it went up and down on my shaft, and leaned up to suck those beautiful nipples as the flopped around with her gyrations.

“I…think…I’m cumming!!” she screamed. I knew I wasn’t far behind, and as I felt the orgasmic contractions of her pussy, I unloaded my sperm into her already pregnant womb. When we were finished, she collapsed on top of me, pressing those globes of flesh into my hairy chest.

After taking a minute to catch my breath, I lit two cigarettes and handed her one. We smoked in silence until her hand found my cock and she started to rub it.

“I wish I had waited to lose my virginity to someone like you, Joe. I never knew fucking could be that good.”

“Thanks. Considering I have been fucking since before you were born, that’s a very nice compliment.”

“So, what was that worth to you? I need the money, even though it was so good I should be paying you!”

“You tell me. What do you want?”

“Is twenty dollars okay?”

I laughed out loud at her obvious naiveté. “Twenty bucks! You sure don’t think much of yourself, do you?”

“Well, what would be fair?”

“Listen, honey. If you really want to fuck for cash, fairness has nothing to do with it. First of all, get the money up front.”

“I wouldn’t normally do this, but…”

“I know. Are you really serious about this?”

“Yes.”

“Not just doing it to pay for your abortion, but really making some money?”

She thought a minute. “What do you mean?”

“Well, if you are serious about it I have a lot of middle-aged friends who would pay a lot of money to fuck a hot young piece like you. Most of us didn’t get the really hot girls when we were teenagers, and want to make up for it now. Interested?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Well, I would keep part of the money as a finder’s fee, say twenty-five percent. The rest is yours. But I have to warn you, not all of them would be like me. I really care about getting a girl off. Most of them would only be interested in getting their own rocks off.”

“Say I’m interested. How would we do this?”

“Well, first thing is I would pay for your abortion and get you on the pill. I have a couple of rental properties we could use to conduct business. I will find the guys and bring them to you. They will give me the money and I’ll pay you out of it.”

“Why do you want to do this for me?”

“Two reasons. One, I genuinely like women, and I think you like to fuck but aren’t too good at picking guys. Second, I love to make money.”

“Is that all?”

“No. I would like to continue to fuck you myself.”

Nicole thought about it a minute, then said she was interested. We went down a list of sex acts and she was willing to try many, such as multiple partners and anal, but had no interest in bondage or pain or other girls. I told her I would respect this.


“How about once more? If you have some Vaseline, I’ll introduce you to anal sex.”

With that, we started our second bout of the day. After a wicked sixty-nine and some straight missionary fucking, I took her doggie-style. I loved the way her huge young tits swayed and bounced as I pounded her. When the time was right I withdrew my penis from her pussy, lubed it and gently inserted it into her ass. After a few in and outs I had buried my nine-incher all the way into her bowels. Slowly I fucked her until finally she bade me to go faster. When I came I withdrew and pulled my cock until I sprayed semen all over her tiny ass. Again, we collapsed and smoked a post-coital cigarette.

As promised, I fixed up one of my apartments for our use. After arranging her abortion and for her to get on the pill we took a trip to Frederick’s and Victoria’s secret to outfit her with a wide range of sexy underwear, from push-up bras to crotchless panties to bustiers. Our business continues to go well, and I get all the legal teenage pussy I want.



The Pizza Girl Ch. 02



Every month for the past 15 years three friends of mine and I gather at a local hotel for an all-night poker party. Often we bring the more adventurous of our girlfriends and take periodic breaks to fuck and suck each other. These were the boys I discovered man-man sex with back in adolescence and our relationships have stayed strong through the years.

I figured this was a good group to introduce Nicole to her new life with and arranged for them all to pony up some money for a "professional" girl. There wasn't much sexually we hadn't done either with or in front of each other, so having a hooker didn't faze anyone.

I went by the apartment I set up for Nicole to get her ready for the big night. After sifting through the various underwear sets we settled on a peach-colored set with garter belts. Over the slutwear she put on a black miniskirt and tight red blouse. The black stiletto heels added the perfect touch. I kissed her goodbye and told her where to be and when.

The guys arrived on time, as they always did. Shane had been our high school quarterback and he looked the part. Tall at six-foot-three, blonde and tan, he could easily have made it as a model or movie star but his above-average intelligence steered him to architecture. He now owned his own firm in the city.

Vishi was the wildcard of our group. Only five-six and thin, he was always good for a laugh. Two years younger than us he had skipped two grades after arriving here from England. Dr. Vishi was fun, always regaling us with funny stories about nailing nursing students in strange places all over the hospital. 

Rounding out the group was Bob. Almost as hot looking as Shane Bob had gone into broadcasting and was the weekend anchor for a local news show. Bob was the only one of us who was more gay than bi and often brought a boyfriend to our gatherings. But, to protect his public image, Bob had a nice stable of fuck buddies to be seen with.

We all hugged and settled down with drinks and food from the room service buffet. We anted up and started the first hand of the evening.

"So, how are all you guys doing?" I asked.

"Fine, Joe," replied Shane. "Just won a bid to design the new downtown stadium."

"Great," said Vishi. "I just made senior resident."

"Good, Joe," said Bob. "How about you?"

"Oh, its all the same. Living off my investments and my big cock."

The trio laughed. We played on, not much money changing hands as this was a pretty friendly game.

After an hour, there was a knock on the door. I got up to answer it, after collecting $200 from each of them. Nicole came in and the guys whistled their appreciation.

"Gentlemen, this is Nicole. She's here for our pleasure and entertainment tonight." I handed her the money, which she placed in her purse.

"Geez, Joe. Where did you find her?" asked Shane.

"That's my little secret. Now, gentlemen, shall we show the lady a good time?"

Vishi was the first out of his chair. He came over to Nicole and gently kissed her on the lips. As they did, I reached down and unzipped his pants. His cock matched the rest of him, very dark. He had the weirdest pubic hair I have ever seen, very thick, black and straight. His was also the first uncircumcised penis I had ever seen, held, or sucked.

"Take a look, Nicole. Vishi here has a nice surprise for you." She placed her hand on his growing member, playing with the foreskin that seemed to fascinate her. I pulled his pants down and fondled his fuzzy balls as she proceeded to take him in her mouth.

Meanwhile, the others came over to us, stripping as they did. Shane brought out his seven-inch cock, covered with blonde pubes. Bob had a thick six-incher, capped with brown hairs. Each slowly stroked himself while they watched Nicole fellatiate our Indian friend. I moved my hand from Vishi's balls to his ass and started fingering him, tickling his prostate and making him fill Nicole's mouth with his seed.

Shane and Bob positioned their cocks in her face and she took turns sucking and stroking each of them. While I watched this I took off my own clothes and moved in for some action of my own. I knelt behind her on the floor and moved my hands under her skirt. Pushing aside her panties I went to work on her cunt, clit and ass with practiced abandon.

Vishi, recovered from his own orgasm, got down and went for my cock, putting it in his mouth. Everybody was getting stimulation from somebody and we were one large heap of quivering flesh. Shane and Bob blew first, covering Nicole's face with their sperm. When they were done they took turns licking it off of her, kissing her and each other in the process. Vishi brought me off just as Nicole started shaking with her own climax.

Nicole took the time we spent recovering to remove her clothes piece by piece, just like I had taught her. First the blouse, then the shoes, for which she had to bend down giving us all a great down-the-neck view of her incredible breasts. Then she shimmied out of her skirt, rocking those sexy hips for our delight. Next came the bra and, finally, the panties leaving just the garter belt and stockings.

I held out my hand and led her into the bedroom, followed by my mates. I laid her down and dove for her blonde-haired treasure. With fingers and tongue I went to work, slurping, licking, and fingering her hot box. Her cunt oil flowed freely, which she would need when I rammed my nine-inch monster into her until she screamed for mercy.

The guys were trying to decide who got her first, and I heard them saying they wanted me to go last since I would stretch her out for their smaller members. I decided to be gracious and let them have her first.

Shane took up a position between her legs. I stroked his cock hard and unrolled a condom onto it. Once he was protected I guided him to her opening and in one thrust his bush mingled with hers. Vishi and Bob each took their place at one of her bouncing tits and went at them.

I retreated from the bed and watched my friends take on my young whore. Shane was banging away like there was no tomorrow and, from the moans she let out, Nicole loved what the other two were doing to her boobs. As for me, I grabbed a condom and a tube of lube, intent on having my own fun.

Shane had one of those asses you see in magazines, tight with muscle and hairless. I kneaded it with my hands and gently stuck a lubed finger into his back passage. Knowing what was coming, and welcoming it, he slowed down his thrusts into Nicole so I could enter him. First the head, then some of the shaft, then all of it plunged into his bowels. His tight boy pussy gripped my cock like a pair of hands. Once it settled around me, he resumed fucking the girl and I timed my own thrusts to go with his. It was as if we were both fucking her at the same time.

I looked over Shane's shoulder and saw Bob had moved around to put his cock in her mouth, relinquishing her breasts to Vishi. Bob's six inches proved no problem for her and soon she was licking his balls with each down stroke.

Shane started picking up speed, his ejaculation imminent. I picked up my own pace, wanting to climax with him. Nicole just grunted at the hard fucking and soon both Shane and I filled our condoms with seed. Bob, sensing our orgasms, filled Nicole's mouth at the same time.

Vishi was next into the saddle, sticking his condom-covered penis into her. Before entering her he moved her onto her hands and knees and took her doggie-style. I got under her and licked her pussy and Vishi's swinging balls while she went to work on my cock.

Shane and Bob got into their own 69, then too turns plowing each other's asses. I nudged Vishi, who withdrew from Nicole. She turned around and mounted my cock, slowly lowering herself until she had all nine inches in her well-used pussy. Vishi got the idea and put his cock into her ass, and thus we double-penetrated the young girl.

I loved the feel of Vishi's cock as it rubbed mine inside her. This coupled with the feeling of her cervix against the head of my cock brought me to another orgasm far too soon. We each filled our condoms with sperm and held her between us, totally spent. Shane and Bob were watching us, each having splattered the other with semen, still clinging to their chests and pubes.

Nicole fell asleep and we all got cleaned up, put on our boxers and went back to the cards. After about 30 minutes Nicole jumped in the shower and came out and got dressed. Before leaving, she gave us each a long French kiss and rubbed her tits against us. 

The guys all commented on the good time we had had, the latest in a long line of good times we had shared together. We played cards into the night, said our goodbyes, and made our reservation for next month's game.



The Pizza Girl Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Nicole's Movie Debut

I got a call from one of my friends, offering me a business proposition. He knew I was always looking for new ways to make money, and this was a doosy! He wanted me to bankroll him in making amateur adult films.

I visited his office, met some of the people involved, and decided to go for it. And I had a great idea for a girl to star in one!

I called Nicole and put it to her and she was excited at the idea. She came down to the studio and went immediately to wardrobe and makeup.

The scenario was simple, a total rip-off of Ed Powers or Randy West. Our guy would interview Nicole and another young guy then move to the sex. Nicole would earn $500 for basically two hours work, if you could call it that.

The filmmaker sat on a couch, with Nicole and the young man, who's name was Dave, on either side. He asked them questions about their background, their age, and things like that. Then the questions turned to sex.

"So, Nicole, how old were you when you first had sex?"

"I was eighteen. A late bloomer!"

"How about you, Dave?"

"Fifteen."

"Wow, that's kind of young, isn't it? How old was the girl?"

"She was fifteen too."

"Far out. So Dave, have you ever had sex with a guy?" 

"I've fooled around a little, but I like girls. Especially pretty ones like Nicole here."

"Nicole, any Sapphic love in your past?"

"Nope."

"Okay, guys, I'm sure the audience is ready to see some action. Nicole, why don't you take off your clothes."

Nicole rose and slipped off the dress they had given her, revealing a plain set of white bra and panties. She turned her ass to the camera and bent over, giving everyone a great view. The director told Dave to come over and help her. After she slid the panties off, Dave unsnapped her bra. Once she was naked she reached over and helped Dave peel off his shirt. Soon his pants were on the floor.

Dave was a looker, slim but muscular. His body was very hairy, including a thick, unruly bush of pubic hair. His cock, already erect, stood a proud and thick seven inches. The director told them to get on the bed.

Soon the young lovers were engaged in a hot sixty-nine. The cameraman circled them, filming different angles. The action was hot as Nicole slurped on his cock and he ate her pussy.

And then it happened. The amateur's big mistake. Dave peaked too early and sprayed Nicole's face with his sperm. It happened so fast that they couldn't get it on tape.

"Damn it!" the director screamed. "What are you, a schoolboy who can't control himself?"

Dave cowered under the screams while a production assistant cleaned Nicole off.

My friend came over to the director, trying to calm him down. All the director could think of was lost time and money.

"Where are we going to get another guy for this? These people cost money, you know!"

I stepped forward. "Hey, how about giving me a try? It is my money after all."

The director looked me over, adding up his profits and losses. "Alright, but we'll have to redo the interview stuff."

"No problem."

I took my place on the couch along with a redressed Nicole. We made up a bullshit story about how we met, then proceeded to the undressing.

"I bet all you older guys out there wish you could have a hot young piece like Nicole here. Joe, we're going to make you the envy of men everywhere!"

I kept my clothes on as I joined a naked Nicole on the bed. I proceeded to tongue her cunt with gusto, the whole idea of the crew and camera turning me on to a fever pitch. Nicole responded with moans and thrashing her hips.

The director told me to undress. My buddy had clued him in to the size of my cock, so I saw that the camera was zoomed in on my crotch as I got naked. Finally, my cock sprung out in all its glory, ready for action.

"What do you think of that big hard cock?" the director asked her.

"I love it." With that, she took me in her mouth. Since I had first started fucking her, Nicole had become very adept at oral pleasure.

"Oh yeah baby, suck that cock!" The obscenities came out of my mouth just like a real porn actor. The best part of it all was that I could watch myself on one of the monitors around the room.

The director told her to lick my balls, and I could see the close up. Then she started fingering my ass, and the camera followed her fingers.

"Okay, guys. Let's see the main event. Remember Joe, pull out before you cum. We all want to see you spew."

I lay on my back and Nicole mounted me, guiding my cock into her. I looked over at the monitor, seeing the close-up of her cute little ass bouncing up and down on my shaft.

"That's great guys. Now, Joe, you get on top."

I did as I was told, easing my cock into her. The monitor showed my balls as they flopped about with each thrust. Then the shot pulled back, and someone else came into view. 

Young Dave had recovered and was getting his shot at porn stardom. He got on the bed and fed his erection to Nicole, who willingly took him in her mouth. I leaned down and took one of her tits in my mouth, sucking nipple as I slowly sawed my cock in and out of Nicole.

With that nice young cock in my face, I licked the shaft as Nicole sucked. I reached up and took the young man's balls in hand, gently rubbing them and coaxing the sperm out of his bloated sack.

"This is really hot, guys. Now, I want Dave on his back, Nicole you get on top. Joe, feed your cock to Dave." We switched positions, and Dave took his turn reaming Nicole's pussy. He took to sucking my penis like a natural, using his hands to jerk the shaft and rub my balls and ass.

I leaned in and kissed Nicole as she rode Dave, caressing her breasts in the process. I squeezed her erect nipples, making her ride a little harder. I then reached around and spread her pussy for the camera, giving an even better shot of Dave's prick violating her.

The director continued blocking the scene, with us taking turns fucking her doggie-style, and then sucking both our cocks at once.

"Alright guys, we're ready for the money shot. Kneel on either side of Nicole and jerk your cocks. Aim your cum for her tits. Nicole, rub their balls and be sure to look right at the camera."

Dave and I stroked as if in unison, blowing our loads at the same time. Both our cocks shot their white cream all over Nicole, covering her tits as asked. The final shot was of our cocks, touching, and Nicole licking the last of our combined fluids from them. She gave the camera a big smile and blew it a kiss.

"Cut! Beautiful! Just gorgeous! Nice comeback there, Dave."

"Thanks."

Nicole and I showered and got dressed, and they paid her. She handed me one of the hundred-dollar bills, which I pocketed. I drove her home and we fucked wildly that night, the memories of fucking on camera driving us to reckless abandon.



The Pizza Girl Delivers



I was just another poor starving student, delivering pizza over summer break. Sure, you see a lot of bizarre shit delivering pizza, even in boring old Palm Springs. But, trust me, no one's going to top this story. It was still early, maybe 5:30, and because I had a dumb wedding rehearsal to get to, I was making my last delivery. And, to answer your silly question; hell no, I was only one of the dumb bride's maids! Anyway, there I was ringing the doorbell at a condo, in this upscale resort. OK, so the door swings open, and oh wow, I'm standing there staring at this bare naked chick!

Well if you ignore the fact that she was babbling away, I'd have said she was little Ms Cool! Or I would have, except for the fact that she was just fucking absolutely smoking hot! And maybe she wasn't truly beautiful; let's say, more like sensationally exotic, and definitely drop dead sexy! Anyway, I'm still standing there gawking, and she says "Oh boy pizza!" And in the non sequitur to end all non sequiturs, she added "Hey, don't mind me; I've just had one of the best orgasms ever!" Then she spun around, gave me this little wave, and told me "Bring it in darling!" 

OK, so she leads me in, and I'm thinking, what, she's expecting me to follow? Shit, I mean really, I was probably lucky not to have tripped over my jaw! Jealous, who me? Believe it, my ass gets rave reviews, yeah and justifiably; but oh my God, that chick's ass was to die for! Honestly, if I'd been a guy, I'd have been all over it. Little did I know then, oh my sweet God!

Anyway, I followed her in to the kitchen. Right, and there was this guy sitting at the table. He grinned, gave me a wave, and a friendly sounding "Hi!" OK, I figured, fine, at least he's wearing shorts and a T shirt. Sure, but that crazy bare ass naked chick just kept on babbling!

I stood there flabbergasted, listening to her explain "Hey, don't mind us; we're right in the middle of this absolutely wicked sexual fantasy weekend!" And then, she paused! Fine, but she stood there, hands on her hips, and well, she grinned at me! And I really did try to look in to her sexy, almost Asian looking eyes, while she went right on explaining "We've been having a ball, for sure! See, I lost this dumb bet; so, I get to be Murphy's little sex slave for this entire weekend. And, believe me, that man's imagination is almost as creatively wicked as mine! And gosh, he's practically as horny as me too!" Wow, I was just fucking stunned!

Flashing me a sweet smile and a wink, the guy pulled the pizza box from my numb hands. That chick's smile was just devastating. Seriously, it left me weak in the knees! Yeah, but I figured it probably had the opposite effect on guy's cocks. Anyway, she asked me my name, and not wanting to seam like too big a dork, I told her my name was Ann.

She said "Well, Hi Ann, I'm Judi and that guy is my friend Murphy. And, when he's real lucky and real good, he gets to be my lover too!" I expected her to stop; no way, she was off on another roll. Well she was, right after she danced away from the swat Murphy aimed at her bare ass. "You won't believe it, " she said! "But, a couple of hours ago, Murphy called down to room service and Asked for Edgar. Edgar's kind of cute, and he'd been bringing us orders all day. So anyway, the last time he'd been here I'd given him a killer blow job out by the pool. Believe me, that guy's not ever going to forget that tip! Anyway, later, after I won my own little fantasy, I ordered Murphy to call room service and invite Edgar to come over and fuck me. It was delicious! I mean, you can't even imagine the thrill of listening to your lover inviting another man to come over and fuck your lights out! What a total fucking turn-on, it's a great story!"

Well yeah, it was a great story alright; and hey, she had me believing every word of it too. And, I really liked that she wasn't the least bit embarrassed, and that she was so obviously having fun! Still, I sure wasn't prepared for her to reach out and take my hands. She held them, looked at me with her head cocked to one side, licked her lips, and sent a flutter racing through my stomach with nothing more then one of her sensationally wicked little grins. And then, she told me "Ann you're really hot! Damn girl, you've got one incredible pair of tits too! Umm yes, oh I'd like seeing them bare alright!"

So, there I was telling myself not to leave my mouth hanging open, only she wasn't quite through blowing my mind. Looking straight in to my eyes, she gave me this cock eyed grin, and asked "So, Ann have you ever been with a girl?"

Well, I'm standing there with my hands in hers, and right then anyway, all I can think about is the tiny crop top I'm wearing. Oh sure, so when I glance down, of course, my nipples are hard as rocks, and poking right the fuck out. Just fucking fine, I told myself, well at least your skirt covers your ass! Oh sure, its leather, it's fucking short and girl, it barely covers your ass! Anyway, I stood there momentarily tongue tied, before finally managing to stammer out an answer. And then, I got as far as "Well yeah, sure I've kissed girls, like at parties," before I felt the rising heat of a furious blush. So I did what I always do when I catch myself blushing like an idiot. I stamped my foot, and blurted out the first crazy thing that popped in to my addled mind. Knowing I was doing it, but unable to stop, I stuck that troublesome foot in my mouth, and listened to myself telling her "Oh sure, girls are fun to kiss, and I liked it fine!" Oops, and the look in her exotic eyes told me what was coming!

Well gee, its not as if I expected her to bother asking permission, not before she'd kissed me anyway! Un-huh, and the fact that she asked "Ann darling, can I kiss you," sure didn't mean she actually waited for me to answer. Nope, Judi just reeled me in, and kissed me. Her lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet; OK, at least it started out sweet! Yeah well, Judi's hands had already slid down my back, and grabbed hold of my ass, almost before she'd slipped her tongue in to my mouth. And OK, I kind of liked how she pulled back, and smiled, waiting for me to kiss her back.

Fuck it, I figured, go for it girl! So, heart pounding, I stepped in and kissed her right back. Only, right away the hands holding my ass pulled me up tight against her, and I could feel this ferocious heat radiating from her body. I liked the feel of her soft mouth on mine! And oh God, the delicious feel of her insistent tongue rampaging around in my mouth was, well just divine! Judi's hands slid up under my skirt; and I swear, my whole body tingled, when she sensuously caressed my practically bare ass. Kissing Judi was an absolute dream! Her mouth was on fire, and that wicked tongue of hers never stopped moving inside my mouth. That devilish tongue darted and danced, while her soft lips lavished tingling kisses all along my jaw, and clear around to my ear. And after the wicked tip of that nastily dancing tongue had flicked and licked, damn near raping my ear, she huskily purred "Beautiful Ann, your ass is spectacular! It feels; well, just so good in my hands!" And giggling or not, Judi's "I'm going to like it even better when I get it out of that little skirt," sounded positively, and well, inevitable! Then reminding me that we weren't alone, she said "Murphy's going to like that too! The darling man is a devoted ass man you know!"

Honestly, I at least wanted to tell her, thanks! OK though, what I really wanted was to tell her that I thought her own ass was, absolute erotic perfection! But I couldn't talk, my poor bedazzled brain was caught in one of those horrid blonde moments! Maybe it was just instinct; whatever, I finally got around to wrapping my arms around her. And then, once again just going for it, I started that next kiss. Wham bam, and I mean with out having decided to do it, there I was with her gorgeous, and very bare ass cupped in my hands. Oh my God, it was just so firm, and curvy, and silky smooth, and just incredibly sexy! And shit, she'd called mine spectacular; what, was she kidding?

For a delicious time, all I knew was the sweet ecstasy of her mouth! I melted, reveling in the fire storm of sensations her feverish kisses ignited and sent sweeping through me! When Judi finally leaned back, her hands were holding tight to my shoulders. Yup, and mine were holding tight to that beautiful ass of hers. And she might have been smiling sweetly alright; but damn, her eyes had me thinking, ravish, plunder, and pillage! Who knows, maybe that barely restrained heat I'd seen flaring in her exotic eyes had mellowed some; sure , but not enough to prevent her, with a lick of her lips and a shake of her head from nailing me with the question I'd just knew was coming! First she innocently told me "Wow girl, you're a real good kisser too!" Then, there it was, the big one, her sweetly purred "Now, please tell me you can stay for a while! Ann darling, I really want to make love to you!" Yup, and what is it you boys say? Its gut check time, right?

My mind was in free fall; hell, I didn't know what to think, right, even if I could have! Sure I was lots more then just curious about doing it with another chick! Hey, but remember up until about five minutes earlier I'd never even seriously kissed another girl. Come on now, I said, seriously kissed! So, this scared half to death blonde bitch explained, "OK sure, I'd love to stick around! But I can only stay for an hour or so, before I have to split. There's this stupid wedding rehearsal that I've just got to go too!"

And as if getting that out hadn't been tough enough, oh no, I wasn't through, not hardly! Now don't get me wrong I like guys?! Gosh, I mean what's more fun then getting your brains fucked out by a cute boy with a nice hard , and preferably big cock? Right! But right then, it felt like Judi was more then enough for a poor innocent girl like me to deal with. Huh, yeah me! Whatever, nothing to do but blush, and get it said! So, sucking it up, I asked "Ah well, would it be OK if I was only with you Judi,?" Then practically tripping over my tongue, I hurriedly got out "Murphy seems nice enough; but, right now anyway, it would be too much!"

Thank God, Murphy jumped right in, and took me off the hook. Giving me a reassuring smile , and my ass a playful swat, he told me "Hey, its cool! Really, we were hoping to luck in to a girl for Judi! Anyway, you bet I'll collect mine later! Besides, I'll sure as Hell love watching the show you two put on! So Hell yes, go for it girl!" And hey, just because I bent over and kissed him, and yeah on the mouth, that doesn't make me some sort of a prick tease! I mean seriously, Murphy was being such a sweetheart! And well, guess who was already having second thoughts about excluding the poor guy?

Intending to remind Judi about that horrid wedding rehearsal thing, I spun around to face her. Sure, and I got as far as "OK then, but," before pow, she was pulling my top off over my head. I'm sure not conceited, but unless I'm standing next to Judi, I'm pretty damn smug about the effect my ass has on the boys! OK, and Judi's tits are terrific, really; but in that department at least, I've got her beat! No doubt about it, I've definitely got great tits; and Hell yes, you bet I know it too! I mean, their really seriously firm, and their a full round pair of 36C's. Damn straight, you bet their 100% natural! Yup, and I really like the sprightly upward tilt of my pretty pink nipples too! And that's even if the traitorous, overly sensitive things do sometimes go and get all hard and pointy at the most embarrassing times! Anyway, Judi hadn't touched them, not yet anyway! And if her kisses hadn't already done it, well her wide eyed lip licking stare, sure would have had those puppies popped right out! Un-huh, and it was real obvious she liked what she saw too!

I watched her reaching for me, well for my tits I mean. Sending a shiver through me, her finger tips lightly caressed over the tops of my breasts. Finger tips tracing sensuous circles, she teased them around until she held my tits cupped in her open palms. Feeling surprisingly daring, I set my hands on my hips, arched my back, and thrust my tits out. Then I watched, while Judi used her thumbs to rubbed tight circles around my areola. Fuck, A few hard flicks, and my nipples felt like if they got any harder they'd just fucking pop or something! OK, and I'm embarrassed to admit it, but when I saw her head dip, I groaned out loud. Yeah, and I was still groaning as she flicked the pointy tip of her tongue around one nipple, and then the other. And, I sure didn't stop when she sucked one of the jutting things in to her mouth. But hey, I didn't start moaning until she started sucking, or was that when she gave it a sharp little nip? Whatever, I did eventually stop those embarrassing moans and groans though! Yup, I stopped when she clamped a thumb and finger around the nipple, the one not already being so delightfully entertained in the warmth of her softly sucking mouth. OK, so what if that was only so I could plead "More, yes, do that...oh god, I love it!" Answering my pleas, Judi moved from one deliciously tantalized nipple to the other, alternating her fiery mouth's wicked sucking, with the sweet torture her fingers were dishing out!

I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere along about then I discovered myself clinging to Judi's shoulders. Maybe, it was when she straightened up with a pair of throbbing nipples pinched between thumb and forefinger. Yeah, that would be a good guess! Gosh, did I say pinched? Well hey, who knew, but Judi played lead guitar in an all girl rock n' roll band. So yeah, her fingers clamped like a fucking vice, a vice that knew how to rotate and twist. And in case you're thinking that maybe I'm complaining; well, not even! As far as my tits are concerned, soft and sweet is nice, but what they really go for it rough and nasty! Call me shameless, but I let go of her shoulders, and leaned back against the kitchen's counter. Arms outstretched, I held tight to the counters edge; arched my back, and once again wordlessly offered her my tits. Giving me one of her cockeyed grins, Judi arched a questioning eyebrow. Hey, it was Murphy who yelped "Ouch!" I was much too busy sucking in a gasp, because she'd just gave my nipples a twisting tug that yanked me right back off that counter. And for a delirious moment, before my scrambling hands found there way back to that counter top, those poor nipples were practically supporting my entire weight. Not that it mattered much, by then, if you don't count that nasty pins and needles thing, they were numb! After one more wickedly vicious twist, she released her vice like grip, and freed my tortured nipples. And oh my God, back in rushed the blood, bringing a delicious wave of sweet pain along with it. Oops, but delicious as it was, that rush of sensation buckled my knees! 

Clapping her hands, Judi danced in a circle and giggled like a fiend. Really, she did, and not for the last time either! And then while I panted, glad to have that handy counter behind me, she leaned in , and gave each throbbing nipple a feathery soft kiss. Oh no, her throatily growled "You liked that," was most definitely not a question! And just what do you suppose the smart-ass young blonde bitch thrusting her tits out got for that bit of foolishness? Well, I got my pulsing hyper sensitive nipples savagely flicked by a pair of marauding fingers, that's what! And then, while I bit my lip to keep from whimpering , I watched Judi reach out and push my tits together. Right, and I caught her lecherous grin, before she leaned in and sucked both rock hard nipples in to her mouth.

Oh God, I wanted to scream, but I showed tons of restraint and only pleaded "Yes, yes, oh my God do that some more!" OK, I whimpered; and then, I, well sort of screamed, when she nipped both my nipples with her shark like teeth. Honestly, I thought I might just cum right then.

Judi was playing me; yeah, and guess who was loving it? Hey, did Jimmy Hendrix's guitar complain when he played it? But hey, she didn't need to laugh so nastily, when she went back to using the fingers of both hands to roll, pinch, twist, and tug my poor, OK ecstatic, nipples! I know my eyes were squeezed shut, because I remember them popping open; and, for sure I was panting, when she stopped that delicious torture. OK but why did she have to let go? What, just so she could say "Ann darling, I could fall in love with your tits! Their absolutely fucking awesome!" Terrific, I mean how sweet; but then, she went and put me on the spot! "So, come on tell me, " She coaxed! "Do you like mine"?

OK, so an enthusiastic nod, or maybe even a whimpered yes, would have answered that silly question. But it was her "I know you want to Ann; so please, I want you to touch them," that landed me on that damn spot!

I've already made it crystal clear that Judi has an absolutely smoking hot body! Still, at least compared to me, she sure doesn't have big tits. Whatever, their more then a handful; and besides, their terrifically sexy! And, to digress, would you believe that one time I actually had to smack some fool guy, because he insisted "If you can't get it in your mouth it's a waste!" Asshole, I thought, that's only true for cocks! God what an idiot! Anyway, I think Judi's tits are just awesome. Their full, their firm, their perkily upturned, and I think their an absolutely perfect fit for her body! And right then, her deliciously dark rose colored Nipples were so erect they seemed to be straining, and threatening to pop right off her crinkly areola. Oh my God, and I just couldn't wait to run my tongue over them!

Proud of my restraint, I peppered both Judi's pretty tits with soft kisses, before I allowed my almost virginal tongue its first taste of another woman's nipples. OK, almost virginal, because I can, and have, on occasion, licked and even sucked my own nipples. Really, it's just a tease, but oh my God does it ever drives the boys wild! Well just then I was busy; so oh Hell yes, I intentionally held that sweet little trick back! But wow, seriously, I shivered at just the thought of Judie's reaction to that nasty little stunt! Anyway, while I danced my tongue over puckered areola, and teasingly flicked it over a pair of suddenly seriously jutting nipples, I kept checking, looking up to check out Judi's reaction. So yippee, was I ever a happy girl when her eyes closed and she threw her head back!

Wondering just what the fuck I'd been waiting for anyway, I closed my lips around one rigidly erect nipple, and sucked it in to my mouth. Unexpectedly caught up in a surge of red hot passion suddenly thundering through me, OK , yeah it startled me! And that's when I discovered just how wrong that silly boy had actually been! I had my mouth delightfully full of warm, silkily smooth tit. And oh fuck yes, I wanted , seriously wanted to cram the rest of that beautiful thing in to my mouth; which yeah, is how I get around a lovely bit of hard cock! Reluctantly backing off, I settled for sucking on one pulsating nipple, OK, but with a wild, frenzied intensity. Oh my God, and hearing her throaty growls, and then having her tangle her hands in my hair, well it sent that surge of red hot passion rebounding to slam right through my vagina! And who cared if those hands yanked my head over, depositing my mouth where it could introduce itself to another delightfully responsive nipple. Hey, I would have gotten around too it, come on now, its not like I'd forgotten she owned two of them!

Oops, and so what if my mouth was going places my hands hadn't visited first? I mean, hey its not like it was the first time my big mouth beat my hands to the party! Gosh, ask any of my boyfriends, and they'll tell you just how quick I am to pop some jutting bit of their anatomy in to my mouth. Oral fetish, who me! Anyway I was happily bouncing back and forth licking, kissing, and sucking one pointy rock hard bit of nipple and then the other, and well, who needed hands? Well apparently I did, and a very insistent sounding Judi told me so too. Yup, and she sounded delightfully breathy ordering, "Pinch them! Pleas Ann , pinch my nipples; come on, like I did yours!" I knew what to do alright; come on now, I'd certainly been playing with mine, well gosh, for at least as long as I've owned them anyway. Sure, and just in case I was in need of a refresher course, well there had been Judi's little knee buckling demonstration hadn't there?




The Pizza Girl Delivers



My lips and tongue had turned Judi's pretty tits all shiny wet, and delightfully slippery. Yup, and I loved the sensual feel of my hands sliding sensuously over that slippery, deliciously smooth skin. Moving right along, not exactly rushing, I captured a pair of already stunningly erect nipples. Sliding them between the first two fingers of each hand, I began flicking my thumbs back and forth over them. Encouraged by Judi's softly moaned "Yes, oh yes", I rolled them between thumb and finger, with some hard pinches thrown in for good measure. But wow, the fucking thrill of hearing her pleading "Harder, yeah Ann, do it hard," got me so fired up, I was actually afraid I might get carried away. And gosh, I figured I was already pinching them hard, but apparently not hard enough to suit Judi. And like wow, her throatily growled "Harder, do it real hard Ann," really took me by surprise! OK, so I figured, wow, she likes it harder even then I do! So, what do you know? I turned up the heat, and the next thing I knew, I was hearing Judi's insistent "Fuck yes, like that...more darling...yes harder, oh God yes, like that!"

Now OK, I like having my nipples treated a little rough, big surprise huh! But, I'm not nuts about having some nasty minded lover holding them pinched tight; I mean, at least not so long that when their released, ouch, they do that horrid pins and needles thing! Fuck, I hate that! Hey whatever, Judi sure seemed to like it though! Sure, and Judi was still in charge too! Of course she was, and having enjoyed enough of that sweet torture, Judi caught my hands in hers.

There was fire dancing in Judi's eyes, when she positively purred "Oh you sweet bitch, I absolutely love what you do too my tits! Really darling, you're just amazing!" Not that it matters, but I think it was Judi who stepped in first. Which ever, her mouth found mine, delivering another one of her lip crushingly intense kisses, one that left me tingling all over. Sure, and whenever some guy's kissed me that passionately, and with that much fiery heat, well yeah, it's usually meant, girl you're about to get yourself fucked! OK, and I might have been, sure, lets call it trembling, while her tongue danced so seductively with mine. But hey, there was an awful lot of erotically charged thrill mixed in with this poor girl's anxious nervousness too, honest! And even scared half to death, you bet I knew Judi's feverish kisses meant exactly the same thing as any silly boy's ever had. Sure they did, except maybe minus that cock part of things! And then, pulling back, Judi stared straight in to my eyes, well for what seemed like an eternity. Oh my God, and her next kiss utterly ravaged my mouth, I mean with a frenzied ferocity that practically screamed, right now!

Right now started with Judi's fiery hot lips kissing my throat, moving on to kiss the tops of my tits, my throbbing nipples, the velvety soft underside of my tits, then on down across my belly, and finally she paused to treat my navel to the delights of her wickedly flicking tongue. She squatted, and I involuntarily slid my fingers in to her hair. Honest to God, I was dizzy with desire, and so fucking turned-on I could barely think. Gosh, and to think I've enjoyed some real fine orgasms, even when I wasn't half so turned-on! And dizzy or not, I wondered, and OK by then maybe hoped, is what she's doing to my poor innocent navel supposed to be a preview? Oh yeah, I figured her devilish snickering said yes alright!

Judi looked up; made sure she'd caught my eye, and dropped on to her knees. Those eyes shone with a devilish delight, and definitely matched the wicked grin she flashed me. She turned that grin on Murphy, before she grabbed hold of my skirt's zipper, tugged, and then yanked, yup yanked it right down. One more tug and my skirt was down around my ankles. Oh man, she barely gave me time to kick it away, before her fingers were in the waist band of my thong. Un-huh, but she took her sweet time teasing, and finally peeling them down over my hips. Now, I'm a real blonde, yup, my pubes too; So, I keep a neatly trimmed little landing strip for just such occasions. Big surprise, Judi's reaction wasn't any different from what I got from most of my male lovers. At least, when she looked up, I figured her big grin said, wow, really? Got to admit it though, I did love the sexy feel of her sliding those panties slowly down my legs. But then, that's always a thrill isn't it?

My panty's got kicked to the side; and then, I turned to see what Murphy was muttering about. Around one damn mischievous grin, he teased "Oh yeah sure! Hey, I'd bet she couldn't tell us the color of those panties to save her life!" What fun; Judi glanced over to check the color, and Murphy and I totally lost it.

Well at least Judi had the good grace to look sheepish! And, I'm pretty sure her "Asshole," was only aimed at poor Murphy. Whatever, real quick like, she had her hungry eyes locked back on, and only seeing little old me!

Stroking sensuously up my legs, Judi's hands sent tiny shivers rippling through me. She slid soft palms around to caress my ass, before caressingly working them back down my legs. Oh God, and when she rapidly stroked her open palms up and down the inside of my legs, well fuck, I needed to steady myself, and grabbed for her shoulders. Catching and holding my hands, she rained feathery soft, absolutely wickedly sensuous kisses over my inner thighs. Yeah, and it was those sweet kisses of Judi's that magically levered my legs apart. Well OK, and I suppose it was what the teasing tip of her tongue did to my inner thighs that practically left me doing the splits. And when she slowly swirled that wicked tongue, running it up from the back of my knee right to where thigh met the pink folds of my pussy, I whimpered; but, only because I hadn't learned how to purr yet. So there I was legs quivering like jelly; and it just didn't seem fair! Hell no, because Judi stood up, grinning and looking utterly cool! Hey, at least I wasn't the only one breathing in panted gasps!

Judi's fingers slid in to my hair, she grinned, and she pushed my head back. I watched her eyes smolder with barely suppressed passion. And then as she leaned toward me, they ignited in a fire storm of desire. Forget breathless, I mean like wow, that kiss came close to melting me on the spot! Seriously, it should have required some sort of fucking permit! Yeah well, it did leave me rocked back against that handy kitchen counter. Still holding my head pulled back, Judi snickered softly, then turned so she was standing sidewise. Silly me, there I was thinking she was only making sure Murphy had a good look at her prisoner, yeah right! With more of her nasty snickering she inched her free hand down my belly, fingers tips lightly toying with my tiny strip of pubes. It wasn't easy, but I watched Judi's face, and her eyes were focused, intent on that hand creeping steadily lower. Her hand pushed between my thighs her open palm cupping my pussy's mound. I felt it then, the heat pouring out of me and pulsing against her fingers. And Oh God, I was just so fucking, absolutely incredibly wet!

Judi's open hand pushed in and out between my thighs, with enough sidewise motion to tease apart my labia. Oh God, and then those practiced fingers of hers were stroking over my clit, and rubbing tantalizing circles around my opening. That did it! So seeing as how my wide spread legs were already presenting an open invitation; well gee, I was forced to issue an encouragingly moaned "Yes, oh please, yes!" Right, as if Judi needed encouragement, or was likely to wait around for an invitation! Her eyes found mine, held them, and I held my breath. Judi was licking her lips, when I felt two of her fingers begin a sensual spiraling slide. They spread me open, but barely penetrated my vagina. And hey, I almost had time to think about what was coming, before pow, she drove them up, and buried them fully inside me! It was surreal, but still a total kick staring in to Judi's eyes, while she held me with one hand twisted in my hair, and the other one pumping two twisting fingers in and out of me. And somehow, she managed to look just so adorably cute doing it!

All concentration, and I do mean to the total max, I figured Judi didn't even know she was biting her lower lip. Not that it stopped her from tightening her grip on my hair, and driving a couple of powerfully driven thrusts up in to me. But then, as she pumped in a few more of those deliciously hard deep thrusts, she cut off my tiny gasps with a fearsomely delivered kiss. She pulled away from that smoking hot kiss grinning, and yanked, yeah yanked her fingers right out of me. Well, at least the nasty minded bitch finally let go of my hair! Oh sure, and then what did she do? OK, she used those fingers, yeah the one's dripping with my pussy's slippery wetness, and painted my suddenly erect nipples with them., and when her tongue flicked out to collect that taste of me, oh fuck yes, Judi's eyes were deep shimmering pools , positively blazing with fiery lust. She growled, really growled, her voice so choked with passion I almost missed her demanding "Well?"

Fuck I was breathless and trembling. But then, I was feeling a swell of impish rebellion too. So, with my hands planted defiantly on my hips, OK yeah, but with my ass still pushed back against that counter, I matched her wolfish grin, and husked out a shaky "More? Oh Hell yes!" Un-huh, and when I only stared at the three fingers she held up in front of me, well golly gee, before I had time to nod, and I think I was going to, well those fingers were already tunneling there way deep in to my vagina. Only this time Judi held those fingers stiff, so it was like being fucked by a lovely bit of thick cock. And then oh God, she took me! Dropping in to a semi crouch, she pounded one hard twisting thrust after another up in to me! OK yeah, so there I was lost in this dreamy erotic daze, absolutely on fucking fire, and loving being thoroughly taken by Judi...only? Gosh, did she really have to giggle at my expression of, what, rapturous wonder? I mean hey, she did it right in front of her boyfriend! Oops, but then, what the Hell! After all, I was the one standing there naked, legs splayed wide apart, whimpering in ecstatic delight, and all while his girlfriend tried her best to finger fuck my blonde headed brains out!

Yikes, as if things weren't already sizzling hot, Judi decided to show me a new trick. Wow, some trick! With my pussy full of her wickedly squirming fingers, Judi started flicking her thumb back and forth over my clit. And well gee, that damn thumb might have stiffened my happy to play along clit, but it buckled my fucking knees! Without missing a stroke, oh sure, but managing a nasty chuckle, she got me pushed back up against the counter. So with my legs stretched out, and about as wide apart as I could get them, I spread my arms out, and clung to that damn countertop! It was glorious; I'd never felt so utterly exposed before! Oh Hell yes, you bet I loved it! There was something exotically sensual in being spread-eagled, feeling utterly exposed and wickedly vulnerable! It was even more sensationally erotic, because Judi was only touching me with the hand working that wondrous magic between my thighs. Believe me; if I could've, I'd have been pleading "More...more...more!" Un-huh, but all I managed were some pitifully whimpered moans! Fuck me, I probably sounded like a mewling kitten!

Let me tell you, when she started to rotate her thumb in hard circles , right on my clit no less, well yeah, that was the most thoroughly wicked feeling, never mind thoroughly turned on, this bitch's ever been! And I don't know why I fought it off; but silly me, I did! Damn straight, I wanted to surrender to Judi's dancing thumb, and just melt in to the monster orgasm swelling inside me! Well hey, most of me did anyway! And maybe it was just because I happened to glance over, and there was Murphy calmly sipping a beer. Hell, it was more likely that dumb sly knowing smile of his that did it! Come on now, no way could I have missed the bulge tenting his shorts, and there's certainly no way I could have avoided staring at it, is there? Whatever, He caught me looking, and we exchanged knowing grins. So yeah, I was thinking that just maybe I'd goofed, and been a bit hasty about excluding Murphy. Yup, and then just like he was reading my mind he gave me this big sweet smile. Sure, and then I watched his eyes carefully working their way back down my body. Big surprise huh; of course they stopped right where his girlfriend's hand churned, blasting erotically charged pleasure up from between my thighs. And yeah, I really liked that!

For a few delicious moments it was a kick to just lean back, hands still braced on the counter, and let my gaze slit between Judi and Murphy's faces. Fuck yes it was hot alright! Really, they were both utterly fixated, staring hard at what must have been an absolutely sensational view of everything Judi's hand was doing to my very exposed pussy. And damn, I wanted to see too, oh well! Whatever, I think that's when I decided, fuck yes, Judi can take me anyway she wants, and if she wants to offer me to Murphy, well yeah, that's fine too! Wow, and to think that twenty short minutes earlier I was just this innocent, yeah innocent, girl delivering a pizza. Wham bam, and then I'm instantly, practically anyway, transformed in to this bare naked, take me any way you want me, blonde headed vixen. Yup, that was me there in that kitchen alright, letting this wildly uninhibited, sex crazed, and sensually exotic beauty, wickedly rotate a trio of her fingers around inside me, while she worked her thumb over my clit, whipping me in to a near frenzy of ecstasy. Oops, and lets not forget that her boyfriend was sitting right there, grinning madly, and calmly eyeing the whole damn spectacle. Gee, no wonder I thought; yup just another boring day in Palm Springs for a poor Pizza delivery girl!

Judi was licking her lips again; why, I wanted to know? And then, horrors, she stopped working her thumb over my clit, and just when I was ready to beg her to let me cum too. I was just opening my mouth to launch a bitch when she slipped another finger in to me. Hey, and that made four, which is a fucking handful right? Oh man, and then she started furiously pumping, rotating and twisting deep strokes in to me! Now, I like the feel of having a nice fat cock filling my pussy, and I don't much care how long the damn thing is either! So yeah, I was pretty happy with the tight fit of Judi's rapidly pumping foursome of stiffly held fingers. I was listening; entranced by the wet sounds of those fast moving fingers, and wondering, hey what happened to the brazenly babbling woman I'd followed in here? Honestly, other then that questioning "Well," she hadn't said a single solitary word to me, not since discovering I owned a pussy, well a vagina, and a conveniently located clit anyway!! So no, I wasn't expecting to hear a giggled "Yummy!"

Yummy my sweet ass! Still giggling the horrid bitch of a teas ripped her fistful of fingers out of me. Right, and that's just when I was beginning to think her fast flicking thumb was about to launch me in to orgasmic orbit. Oh yeah, she knew exactly what she'd done alright! So while my poor frustrated pussy screamed its silent protest, Judi straightened up, waggling those traitorous fingers right in front of me. Well it was right there, so sure I noticed! Seriously, her entire hand looked, Hell never mind looked, it really was drenched; and I do mean positively soaked with my juices, yeah and that's clear down to her wrist too!

Wide eyed and fascinated, I watched in awe as she sensuously and oh so deliberately licked every bit of me off those pussy drenched fingers. Then grinning nastily, yes again, she flashed me a wink, and reached for me! So ha, I was ready when her fingers drove in, forcefully penetrated me, and pushed deliciously deep. Well fuck, she was standing up, so the angle was wrong; otherwise, I figured she'd have punched her entire fist in to me! Well this sex bedazzled blonde headed bitch was fast running out of innocence! Wow, and I hardly believe it myself, but yeah, I almost, Oh God, I damn near told her to go for it! yeah, I mean just go ahead and fist fuck me! It would have been a first; and yeah, I was that fucking hot! Anyway, a couple of sweet powerfully delivered thrusts, and pow, suddenly she wrenched them right back out of me. Gee, and if she hadn't offered those pussy drenched fingers to Murphy, I just might not have forgiven her!

It was awesome, Murphy was watching me, and I was watching him licking me off Judi's fingers. Un-huh, and the silly guy wasn't paying any attention to Judi! So, he didn't see it coming, and pow, Judi jammed her slippery fingers deep in to his mouth. Snickering, her throaty purr ordered "Suck them darling!" Hey she did offer him some encouraging words, suggesting "That's it! Come on stud, just pretend it's a nice big cock, one dripping with our sexy Ann's sweet juices!" Now, at the time, I couldn't even imagine a guy like Murphy with another guy's big cock, well, or any other kind of cock for that matter, in his mouth! Ah well, live and learn, right? Honestly though, Murphy did one terrific job of sucking Judi's fingers clean. Then, with a teasing "Good boy," and a throaty chortle, Judi wriggled her fingers right back in to the fiery wet of my vagina. Only that time...well let's just say, it's lucky for Judi that I just happened to like the feel of getting a handful of stiff fingers rapidly popped in and out of me! OK, so who am I trying to kid? Yeah, of course I totally loved having her penetrating me over and over!

Judi had me practically breathless,, frantic and barely able to whimper out a gasped plea, demanding "Oh God yes, more, more...pleas more...oh god don't stop!" Right, so I'm begging; and Judi's, well she's merrily banging away, wildly pumping her fingers in and out of me. And oh dear God yes, I do mean in and out, that's all the way out, then all the way in! So did she take me that way? Did that steady rhythm pushing her thumb against my clit, with every hard penetrating thrust rip an orgasm out of me? Well, she did have me breathing hard again; yup, and beginning to feel the building surge of an onrushing orgasm! And then, oh big surprise, she went and rips her fingers out of me, and fuck yes that's again!

Oh God, then she made a fist, a shiny wet fist, and I wondered if maybe she had read my mind earlier. Stomach fluttering, I looked down, watching her reach out and slide that fist between my wide open thighs. In she pushed it, sliding and twisting, working the entire length of her forearm back and forth over the flooded, slick wet folds of my pussy. Cackling, the impish tease, held up her arm, and gave me a look that, oh yeah said most clearly, I could have, oh yes, I could have! And wow, as I watched her swirl her tongue, licking that flood off her arm, I was trying to picture her doing it too, oh lets say, about twelve inches or so of massively thick cock! Yeah well, that's when one of those horrid déjà vu feeling fluttered through me. Briefly caught up in that bizarre feeling of limbo, I watched her wicked tongue lick and flick it's way to that fat cock's head, oops make that her clenched fist. It stopped there, and she opened her fist, and damn, those fingers still looked wet enough to drip!

Well, seeing as how I was the only one in the room who hadn't enjoyed a lip smacking taste of my pussy, well I suppose I was expecting her to pop them straight in to my mouth. But oh no, Judi had other ideas! Like maybe she thought she was applying lipstick or something, eyebrow arching, she casually smeared my pussy's juices all over her lips. So gosh, guess whose lips were all shiny with my own pussy's juices, when they kissed me? Sure, I'd tasted my own pussy before; but, that was different. And yeah, I barely believe it, but really, that was the first time I actually thought about going down on Judi. Oh my God, just thinking about sliding my lips over her pussy, and then poking my tongue in to her, had my stomach fluttering, and my heart pounding!




The Pizza Girl Delivers



Judi seemed to be waiting; anyway she was giving me another one of those cockeyed looks of hers. So sure, and why not, I stepped in, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her just as thoroughly as this horny bitch could manage. Well let me tell you, that woman has a mean and nasty streak! She waited, while I slowly work my hands over her luscious body's curves, and right on down towards that sweet spot waiting between her legs. OK, and let's agree that at least I was thinking slow, OK? Only, just like some over anxious boy, I felt like I was on autopilot. Right, and the only control still working, was the one insistently urging my fingers to dive in, and grab themselves some pussy! Not that it mattered anyway! Nope, because just as soon as I shoved a hand between her thighs, well fuck me, she reached down and snagged both my hands. And naturally, when she planted my hands right back on the edge of that fucking counter, she was laughing!

"You just keep those hands right there darling," she ordered! And what, did she really think her nastily snickered "Sorry, but it's not your turn, because I'm no where near done with you yet," was going to magically melt my pout away? Really, I mean it just wasn't fair! Yeah, the horrid bitch had waited just long enough for me to get a first tentative caress in, copping my first feel of her velvety soft mound, before she'd cruelly snatched my hands away. But then, OK, so little Ms. Experienced, had sure waited long enough to have this poor girl wanting more, and wanting it real bad too! Utterly heartless, right? Right sure, but there stood Judi, hands on her hips, silently appraising me.

Without taking her eyes off me she asked "Beautiful isn't she Murphy? Oh yes, and she's so very, very sexy too!" Hey, I really was beginning to like that Murphy guy! Wow, he called me a treasure, and said he thought that I deserved to be spoiled. Pretty smart, huh!

Well sure, but that's when Judi caught my eye, flashed her devilishly nasty grin, and asked "OK Ann, are you mine?"

Alright, I figured I knew pretty much just what she meant by, mine! Right, so biting back a grin, gosh I was still pretending to pout after all, I gave her an immediate answer. Oh Hell, and of course my "Yes Judi," turn her wicked grin in to a beautiful smile! Oh well, like poof, so much for that silly pretence of a pout.

Hey, at least Judi was still smiling, when she ordered "Wonderful, now turn around, and get those hands right back on that counter! That's right, now step back, and darling, spread those legs real wide!" Un-huh, and yeah, I was afraid I knew just what that meant, well OK, maybe not exactly afraid! Yeah, and her "Hey, I said wide darling; lets give Murphy a real nice look at your pretty pussy," didn't fool me! And even with that nasty little premonition on my mind, when I'd heard what she wanted, you bet, I'd hopped-to! Quickly I moved my feet back far enough to leave me leaning way forward, hands braced on the counter. Yup, and of course my legs were spread just about as wide apart as they'd go. Sure, I figured the least Murphy deserved was a big wide angle, fully exposed look. OK, but by then I was certain, especially considering that big bulge in his shorts, that oh yeah, he definitely deserved lots more then just a look! Hey really, and it wasn't just because of that impressively sweet bulge either! Nope, he'd been a real good sport and a real sweetheart too!

Me being me and all, I figured I must have blatantly flaunted a bare pussy in front of some gawking boy's eyes before; but then, maybe not? Whatever, I sure was getting a kick out of showing it off for Murphy, when Judi piped in. Sounding all throaty, and super sexy, she positively purred "Such a cute ass ;and gosh, and to think its all mine too!" Hooray for me! Having guessed what was coming, her first hard, and I do mean hard, swat didn't get so much as a gasp out of me! Hearing Judi's "Really darling," I could picture her grin and a raised eyebrow too. Un-huh, and I was betting that I was about to find myself with matching hand prints. Yup, one glowing brightly on each ass cheek! Sure enough, with a loud crack, she stung my poor ass with another brutally delivered swat, really she did! Hey, let me tell you, Judi packs a real wallop!

Gosh, and there I was anticipating a real spanking! Instead, Judi surprised me by stepping in close enough to let her straddle one of my outstretched legs. Now that did rip a startled gasp out of me! Why; because, the pussy she pressed against the back of my thigh felt, well about hot enough to brand me! Yeah well, it was just so deliciously wet and slippery, and oh so wickedly hot! Oh God, and I loved the feel of her sliding it against me. Snickering cattily, Judi exclaimed "Oh my, I'm really beginning to like this girl!" Beginning, huh? Gee, and before I could decide just which indignant response to hurl, she pushed a pair of fingers in to me. Murphy was muttering, but all I caught was "Oh fuck yes, that's hot!" Well duh! OK, so sure he was getting an awfully good look at both the way Judi was so sensuously grinding herself against my thigh, and of course, the deliberately slow swirling strokes her fingers were twisting in and out of me too. Only who cared; because, I was busy having my mind blown, yes again!

Judi was riding my thigh like a cowgirl. And honestly, I was half expecting to hear her start hollering "Yip, yip, yippee," or some such silliness! For sure, when she wasn't wildly sliding that absolutely molten feeling pussy up and down, she was grinding the slippery thing in slow spiraling circles! OK, but none of that kept her from banging her fingers in and out of me, and doing it with a frenzy that really did have me expecting to find myself with a vagina full of pumping fist. So when she leaned in, reaching around to dance a finger tip over my clit, nope, it didn't surprise me to hear her breathing in rapid gasps. Well, tell you what, from now on all my lovers are going to be musicians! Of course, Like duh, because of the effortless way she kept both hands working on me, while she went right on working herself on my thigh. Yup, I was happily reminded that Judi plays lead guitar in an all girl Rock N' Roll band! OK, so she's perfection, but she's not perfect!

OK, and maybe it shouldn't have, but when out of the blue Judi started cuming, well like fuck, it distracted me! So, while she rode my thigh to her own scintillating little orgasm, guess who didn't catch up with one? Really I'm not bitching, but gosh, apparently not even an award winning guitarist like Judi could keep both hands working, not through an orgasm that left my thigh utterly drenched with her pussy's fiery wetness anyway! Sure, and I figure she kept that handful of fingers buried in me, just so she'd have something to hold on to!

Well now, that had really been something, like wow! One minute I'm holding my breath, expecting to feel Judi's pistoning fingers turn in to a fist, she's got a finger turning my twitching clit in to a swollen nub , and suddenly she's shuddering and panting like maybe she'd just finished a marathon! So, with my poor clit abandoned, and her pussy's juices running in rivulets down my leg, just what do you suppose she was doing, huh? Well she was fucking breathless, but that didn't stop her from giggling, or somehow managing to sputter out "Wow now, what do you know? Oh my, guess I must have needed one, huh?"

There was laughter behind Murphy's mockingly sarcastic "Oh right, how long's it been; what, maybe a whole half hour?" Before totally losing it, he got as far as "Hey baby, why don't you tell her how many you've already had today, huh?"

Hey, I sure didn't mind her flipping him the bird, but fuck, did she need to use the fingers she'd been using on me to do it? Apparently, because when I glanced over my shoulder, that's just what she was doing. And oh Hell yes, you bet my hands were still holding tight to that counter; because, that bird flipping hand was the one she'd have used to spank my ass with! So, I only got my ass sweetly patted, while she blithely explained "So who's counting? Bastard, you just let me know when I've broken the world record!" But then, she was laughing and asking me " Now pet, just what am I going to do with you?"

Yeah well, to start with she pushed three fingers back in to me, and got busy pounding them, and yup that would be vigorously in and out of me! Meanwhile, yes oh yes, she had a finger back tapping out a wickedly upbeat rhythm on my clit! And silly me, there I was asking myself, will she really let me get off this time? I figured, no way, it just going to be another vicious tease! Right, and no matter just how badly I wanted to cum; I wasn't about to beg, not quite yet anyway! Ah come on now, my quiet yelps of "Yes, yes, yes" don't really count, do they? Gee, and it not like it mattered a hoot anyway!

As if she could read me, just like that proverbial book, she stopped cold, with me about a second and a half from Cumming all over her fingers. Oh fine, and I couldn't decide whether to scream or cry! Well gosh, by the time I'd sucked in a breath, fully intending to spin around and give her a piece of my mind; well Hell, Judi had neatly blocked that move! Yeah, that evil bitch masquerading as my lover had stepped between my legs, leaned her warm sexy body against mine, and neatly pinned my hands down on that fucking kitchen counter. Of course she was laughing, but she was also grinding her smooth pubic mound against my pussy.

Judi's breath was like fire in my ear, as her throaty purr teasingly urged "Come on darling, I know you're still mine! Really Ann, don't you want to kiss me?" What could I do? What else, obediently I twisted my head around, met her mouth, and took, OK, and returned, one definitely sizzling hot kiss. Her hands slid down to my hips, and oh boy, that sensuous bumping and grinding got seriously insistent. I mean wow, it was like being back in High School, and getting dry humped in some boy's back seat. Only, there wasn't anything dry about what Judi was doing! Hell, she was practically fucking me; and yeah, it sure felt like that's exactly what she wanted to be doing! Gosh, and who could blame her? Anyway, Another round of Judi's nasty snickering let me know something was coming!

Honestly though, that something, most definitely did not include hearing "Oh God Ann, I wish I had a great big cock!" Well gee, right then I'd have liked that bunches too! Right, and I would have told her that too, only she wasn't quite through telling me her wicked little fantasy. Definitely sounding like she meant it, she rolled right on, breezily explaining "Oh yeah darling, and I'd have a real big one too! Right, it would be wickedly long, and it would be real, real thick! Oh and pet, I'd show you just what getting fucked hard was really all about!" Well by then I was all set to sign-up, so her "Yup, and I'd make u beg for it too," had me thinking, she's kidding right? Seriously, imagine Judi with a cock; come on now, without a doubt that would be one nasty fuck!

Oops, but wait just one fucking minute, I thought, this horny sex crazed blonde headed bitch sure hasn't ever begged anyone to fuck her! But silly me , shooting daggers back over my shoulder, what I told her was "Oh yeah, well I'd cum all over your big cock alright! And then if you were lucky, well maybe I'd beg for more!" I mean really, she thought she was going to make me beg , and that's make me with a capital M, un-huh sure! Ok yeah, I knew she was only teasing, but I managed to squirm loose anyway. Straightening up, and biting back a grin, I spun around to face my tormentor. I glared hard at her, and yeah, I even had my hands on my hips. Oh sure, that really worked for me, yeah sure it did! Judi just slid her arms around me, snuggled her amazing body up against mine, tilted her head up, and waited for me to kiss her. What, yes, of course I kissed her; what, do you think I'm nuts? If you ask me, I think Judi should go to work for the UN. All she'd need to do is show up, and give both sides one of her smoking hot kisses; and pow, the boys would forget all about fighting.

After making sure another one of her sensationally thorough kisses had put a smile back on my face, Judi stepped back. Then giving me this mischievous grin, she put her hands behind her back, and asked "You know I'm not going to let you cum on my fingers, don't you? Gosh darling, that would just be too easy!" Well sure, I'd figured out that much anyway! Of course, she absolutely ignored my ferocious hands on the hips glare! Yup, she just rambled on, explaining "Oh I suppose I could go down on you! Sure, I'd like that alright; gosh , that would be great fun! Oh for sure...I'm just going to love making you cum! Only gosh, it's going to be just so easy! But hey, I guess I could make it last; sure, well at least long enough to have you begging! Right, piece of cake!"

Go down on me; oh Hell yes, I'd have begged for that alright! Never mind that; I figured I'd probably keep right on begging, whimpering pleas until they turned in to insistent screams demanding more! Gee, really all I wanted was the chance!

Obviously inspired by her erotic fantasy, Judi spun around the kitchen, doing that silly little hand clapping dance of hers. Whatever, while I stood there staring in slack-jawed wonder, Murphy sat there grinning and slowly shaking his head. Yup, and then he reached out and cracked one mother of a ringing swat off her prancing ass. Squealing "OK, OK," Judi managed to dodge a second swat. Rubbing what just had to be a smarting ass, Judi loosed a saucy grin at Murphy, along with a giggled "Thank you darling!. Gosh, for a bastard, you do have such sweet ways of showing a girl just how much you really do love her!"

Spinning to face me, she told me "OK Ann, I have an idea!" Oh I was all ears all right, well all ears, a fluttery stomach, and a hammering heart! Yup, so I was paying attention, when Judi breathily explained OK Ann, right before you got here Murphy took me! Oh boy, and darling, that's exactly the way I'm going to take you! Oh what fun; you're going to love it, trust me!" Ok sure, I was thinking, hooray lets go, only nothing was coming out. Really it was that trust me thing that I was working to wrap my mind around. Because sure, I trusted Judi, right, about as much as I would any boy with a raging hard-on! Yup, and come to think of it, I'd be expecting just about the same results too!

So I was standing there dumbfounded, when Judi dropped on to Murphy's lap. I watched, and OK a little bit enviously, while she wriggled her squirming ass over the big cock obviously bulging his shorts. Wow, and the kiss she gave him, definitely said one Hell of a lot more then just thank you! But then, without a word, the giggling flirt slapped his hands away from her tits, and hopped off his lap. And then pow, just like that, I was being led off by the hand.

The swinging asses of two bare naked girls weren't the only things Murphy followed in to the living room! Nope, when I glanced back over my shoulder, oh yeah, you bet I noticed him following right behind the lovely big bulge poking out the front of his shorts. He caught me looking, and oh boy, did I ever like the look of his knowing grin! Un-huh, and reminding me who was in charge, Judi tugged me over towards a big black over stuffed leather chair. Jabbing an imperious finger at one of its broad arms, she ordered "Park that pretty ass right there darling!"

Glad not to be bent over it, I quickly got my ass parked, and listened to Murphy explain "Easy there baby girl! Hey, really I'm flattered you'd want to take our sweet Ann the same way I did you! Only, I think I'll just make sure you do her exactly that way!" Oh fine, I'm sitting there ready to scream, and I'm thinking, never mind how, how about now? Damn straight, by then, as far as I was concerned, anything that delivered me to the land of the wild orgasm, was going to be just fucking fine by me!

Positioning me so I was lying back, ass still up on that arm, Judi dropped to her knees, and settled my feet on her shoulders. Scooting my ass right up to the edge, and splaying my knees out, I listened to Murphy reminding Judi that she couldn't use her hands. Oh yeah sure, I couldn't believe he'd even try to enforce such a silly rule! But then, I realized just what no hands meant, and wow, my pussy went all quivery. Luckily Murphy shut up, and right before I opened my mouth to politely suggest, or maybe not so politely, that he put a fucking sock in it! Because, guess who was about to just fucking totally lose it, if Judi didn't get her pointy tongue working on my seriously needy pussy?

Murphy was right there, kneeling beside Judi; and oh boy, didn't that give him an up close and personal view? I felt Judi's hands slide on to my thighs a bare instant before I heard a ringing crack. Yup, and I figured Murphy had just reminded Judi, with a swat to her ass, to keep her paws off me. Sure, but he was chuckling when he told her "Baby girl I knew you couldn't do it!" Well now, yup, that made two of us!

Murphy tried again though, sounding all gruff and menacing as he ordered "Now, put those wandering hands behind your back. Yeah, and keep them there, or else!" Gosh, and didn't that "Or else," blast some fun little ideas through this horny blonde's already sex charged brain! And besides, I'd kissed her, remember? So gosh, I knew Judi didn't need hands, oh Hell no! Nope, and she sure wasn't going to need her hands to keep my thighs levered apart either!

Oh my God, swirling her hot wet tongue, Judi ran it in slow sensuous loops down one inner thigh. And pow, before her dancing tongue ever swooped in on my other thigh, guess who was already locked as wide open as she could get herself? Yeah, and forget squirming, the tiny, feathery soft, flicking kisses she peppered my inner thighs with had me frantically bouncing my ass. Yup, Judi's marvelous mouth, and oh god that wicked tongue of hers, had my legs quivering like Jell-o long before she turned them loose on my pussy! Gads, and as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, well I was already whimpering like a puppy!

Sucking softly, Judi's lips swept up one slippery velvety soft labia. Slowly she let her lips slide luxuriously over it, before she moved on to work her magic on its twin. Now, I'd been with guys who really liked going down, and gosh, even a couple who were damn good at it too! Still, Judi was different, and right from the beginning too! Oh sure, Her mouth was hotter, and of course softer then any boys. but, the real difference was, well, I could just tell she was totally focused on doing me. Un-huh, and it was only too obvious that she thoroughly loved what she was doing to me too!

Judi's darting tongue danced, flicking and licking its sensuous way over every flaming inch of my pussy. Oops, that's everywhere, well except for, of course, anywhere near my poor throbbing, and so far anyway utterly ignored clit. Oh sure, the darting tip of her tongue spun circles around it, but the nasty tease never let her tongue so much as touch it. Yeah, and when Judi's teasing tongue stopped it's circling, I'd swear I heard taunting snickers, before she moved on to torment my vagina. And for what sure felt like about fucking forever, her hot tongue flirted, torturing me with probing jabs that barely penetrated. Finally though, she spiraled her tongue in to me, working it deeper and deeper. OK so I was delirious! Still, I wasn't so delirious that I wasn't aware that my first female lover's tongue was probing deep inside me, or that her soft lips were burning kisses against my pussy's lips.

Oh I wanted Judi's tongue alright! I wanted to feel its forceful jabs, and I wanted to feel her push it deep in to me. Oh Hell yes, I wanted to feel her tongue fucking me! Sure enough, when Judi tired of her deliciously wicked exploration of my pussy's inner delights; she spun her tongue out of me. And then making a dramatic point out of her pause, She drove her tongue back in to me. Yup, and then as rapid-fire as any boy's frantically pounding cock ever had, she gave me that tongue fucking! Slow easy thrusts built steadily, until it felt like she was jamming her entire tongue in and out of me with every rapidly pistoned stab. Well sure, that sent my ass bucking up; only gosh, that didn't even slow her down!




The Pizza Man



I was sitting at the downstairs bar in the Mellow Mushroom one day, enjoying a drink after work. I was moving back and forth from watching a baseball game and looking around the restaurant trying to keep my mind occupied. I had just come out of a bad relationship and was trying my hardest not to think of that she-devil. After one of my many trips to the restroom, I noticed the kitchen staff cooking away. One of the cooks in particular caught my eye. He was a young man in his early 20's. I tried not to stare for too long at this fresh-faced guy, so I went back to the bar. I moved to a new seat where I could get a better glimpse at the kitchen, but more importantly, the studly, sweating pizza man. I started watching his every move. I saw the way he gracefully moved around the kitchen, avoiding running into his co-workers; the way he sensually massaged and stretched the dough. I couldn't help but notice his strong muscular body every time he tossed the dough in the air. My pants grew tighter watching his thin ample frame move about. After an hour of this, I decided I was going to talk to him, get to know him, maybe even sleep with him. I couldn't believe myself, I've never felt this way about another man before, but there was something about him that made me want to jump behind the bar, clear off the prep-table, throwing bits of dough and pepperoni all over the floor. I wanted to rip his clothes off, exposing his muscular body and full thick cock, and fuck him on the cutting boards till he came all over himself and the shredded cheese. I don't know what had come over me. I kept imagining different scenarios of taking him, ripping his clothes off, licking his well-toned chest, working my hands all over his body, sucking his fat, rock-hard cock in the elevator shaft, riding him on the bar, taking him from behind in the freezer. I could not wait till the kitchen closed and he got off of work. 

Closing time was only a few minutes away when the bartender told me I had to pay my tab. I slowly made my way out, getting every last glimpse of that sexy, young man that I could get. He had to stay behind and clean up the kitchen, so I decided to go to the upstairs bar - the one that had just opened, hoping he would come up for a drink or two when he was done. Then, maybe I could talk to him and make friends. An hour or so had past and I still hadn't seen that sexy guy that I fantasized about all night. I was about to leave when I saw him in the corner of my eye. My heart started beating faster. I still couldn't believe that I felt like this. He had gone home and changed. He looked even sexier than before. He had a loose long sleeve plaid shirt over a tight white undershirt which showed off his strong chest. His pants weren't particularly tight, but they were just tight enough to see the contours of his firm well-toned ass. I went over and introduced myself and we started talking. We traded jokes, drinks, and life stories. After a while we started to talk about relationships. I told him about the bad relationship I had just come out of and he had a similar story. 

Then we traded sex stories. I was getting very aroused by his stories, imagining he was stroking my body and fucking me in strange places and positions. Then he asked a question I didn't think he'd ask, "Would you ever have sex with a guy?" I almost wanted to tell him then that I've been staring at him for the past couple of hours wanting to fuck and be fucked by him, to probe his naked, sweaty body with my hands, to get a chance to taste his massive dick erupting in my mouth, to feel his hard cock slowly enter my awaiting ass, but I didn't. I made up a story about how in high school, my good friend and I would masturbate together in the same room and how once we had jacked each other off, and that that was the only thing we did. I didn't think about asking him the same question. I guess I didn't want to give my hopes up. We continued to talk and drink for a few more hours till the bar closed. I gave him a ride home. He invited me in for a drink and we continued to talk and drink until there was an awkward pause. 

He turned to me and asked, "Do you want to watch this porno I got today? It's about this woman pirate who... steals booty! HA!" I laughed and said ok. A few minutes into the porno he said that he was getting really turned on, I agreed, but it wasn't just the porn that was getting me hard. 

Then he asked, "Would you be weirded out if I started to masturbate right now?" 

I jokingly said with a smile on my face, "No, that's fine, I was about to ask the same thing." I was holding back my excitement as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat dick and started stroking it slowly. I tried not to look, even though I wanted to so badly. 

He said, "It's ok if you want masturbate also." I thought about it for a minute and then pulled out my already erect cock. I couldn't take it anymore; I had to make my move. 

"Would you mind if I sucked your cock?" I asked. There was a short pause. I got scared. I started thinking that I had crossed the line and was going to get beaten down. 

He said, "I was waiting for you to say that." I had a shocked look on my face. All of the anxiety that I had built up soon vanished. 

"Really?" I inquired. 

"Yeah, I've been noticing you ever since you walked past the kitchen and sat down at the bar downstairs." I just laughed and started towards his fully erect cock. 

I greeted his big, swollen head with gentle strokes of my tongue; slowly letting it in my warm, wet mouth. While dancing my tongue down his long smooth shaft, my hands were caressing his tender balls and stroking his well-pronounced taint. Meanwhile, he had managed to pull my shirt off and started to gently rub my back and shoulders. I pulled his cock out of my mouth long enough for me to undress him so that I could see his firm, well-toned body in more detail, but before I could go back to his mountainous cock to continue with what I was doing, he had pushed me back, took off my pants, and started to explore my dick the way I did his. It felt great, like he had been doing this his entire life. I ran my fingers through his luxurious hair as if to cheer him on. I rubbed his shoulders and upper back, wanting to make my way to his hot, rounded butt. This didn't last too long as I pulled his face close to mine and started to kiss his sweet, pouty lips while I explored every crevice with my hands. Then all of a sudden I pushed him off me, jumped on him like an animal pouncing on its prey, and thrust my hard cock in his firm ass. As he moaned with pleasure I pounded his ass faster and faster. With every thrust, waves of pleasure were being sent through our bodies. The faster I went, the better it felt. Just before I could not stand the intense pleasure anymore, I pulled out of his tight asshole and shoved his still hard cock in my ass and I started to ride him hard. I was pushing his cock in and out of me so fast that he was screaming. I kept riding his cock faster and faster until he came in me with full force. He came so hard that it triggered something in my body. I felt pleasure that I've never felt before. It was so great that I came all over his chest and stomach. I thought to myself, "I don't need that she-devil anymore, I could get used to this."