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The Thaw

By: jshelbourne



I brushed the wet heavy snow off the stone bench and laid down my blanket and thermos. "Hello, Lu," I said. "It's sunny today, one of those thaw days in February when all you can hear is trickling and dripping water and you can smell the cedar and yew trees and that indefinable something in the air that promises that spring will eventually arrive." I poured myself a cup of cocoa. It steamed; even a warm February day is cool.

Every day for the fourteen months since the car accident, I had trekked up the hill to the cemetery. Lucy's grave had a nice view, a breeze, and the stone bench. Because I worked the seven-to-three shift, there was always daylight, even in February. For the first two months, I had sat mutely; for a month, I had wept; and since then, I had talked to Lucy of my life and how I missed her. By now, I recognized some of the other regulars, and even spoke to some of them. Today, I saw that Elizabeth was there, visiting her husband Donald. I waved to Elizabeth; she waved back. I debated going over to talk to her, but decided to wait until after my visit with Lucy.

I didn't mention Elizabeth to Lucy today, and I felt vaguely guilty for that. Instead, I held the mug tightly in my hands, feeling the warmth of the hot cocoa through my damp knitted gloves. "You used to love these days, Lu, when you'd come back from classes soaked to the bone and you'd take a hot bath, maybe with bubbles, and then you'd call to me when I came in from my classes, and I'd join you in the tub...." I paused and sipped some cocoa. "Awkward slippery love in the tub. I was always half-afraid we'd slip and break our necks but couldn't stop.

"I haven't even touched myself for months because I end up thinking of you, as you were at the end, all...broken and red. But yesterday morning, something shifted inside me."

I didn't know how to say what I was thinking. It wasn't because I was afraid she'd be offended -- she was dead, after all. It was because saying these things makes them real, makes them concrete. "I've been thinking of dating again," I told her. "I know you wanted me to start sooner, but I just... I couldn't..." I looked down into the cocoa. The color of it was shades lighter than Elizabeth's skin, and I was embarrassed to be thinking of her that way. "Lu, I get so lonely. Mike, he keeps trying to set me up with Frieda Jaeger, but you know the kind of woman Mike likes. I want a woman I can talk to, not just roll with." I took another sip. "Though that has crossed my mind. I invited Frieda over for last Friday, knowing what that would lead to." I shook my head. "But I just couldn't. At the last minute, I phoned her and cancelled. I want more than just exercise." I had another sip of cocoa and sat there, mustering nerve.

"I lied to you, Lu. I keep thinking of somebody, of Elizabeth -- I told you about her, her husband was the police officer. But I'm ashamed of myself because her loss is so much fresher than mine. If it's taken me a year to get to this point and she's had half that time..." I blinked and a tear ran down my face. I sat there, frozen for a while.

The sun was almost down now, and the wind shifted. I could hear someone speaking. I recognized the musical contralto as Elizabeth's. "...mind with loneliness. All of the nice men I know are waiting until I give some sign that I'm ready, so the only men who approach me are assholes. But sometimes, Donald, I'm almost willing to fuck an asshole." She stopped, and chuckled. "You wanted to do that, and I wouldn't let you. I'm sorry, dear." I could almost hear her nod. "The answer would still be no, but I'm sorry you got so frustrated." I heard her sigh. "Do you remember that night when I still lived at home, when we couldn't find a place to go? And we ended up making love in the climbing fort of the children's playground? When the weather's nice like this, I think about that a lot. Thought about it this morning, it made me late to work." She chuckled once more. "I had to shower again."

I blushed. It's not polite to eavesdrop, not in the cemetery, and I knew that I should leave. But my cock was hardening, and I told myself that eavesdropping was harmless.

"Anyway," she went on. "I won't be coming back for a while. I've got to get on with my life. There's more than just standing in a graveyard talking to a memory. I've got to get on, make new memories for myself. I'll always love you, but talking to you won't fill this hole in my heart."

I had thought I was immune to heartbreak now, but I was wrong. Elizabeth, gone? We talked occasionally -- I knew she was a student, and I knew about her husband's death. She knew that I had taken the factory job when we discovered that Lucy was pregnant, because there wasn't a big job market for philosophy majors. She knew about the miscarriage, and the car accident. But while the deaths were important events in our lives, they didn't define us as people. I had no idea of what she liked or disliked or what she believed, and she knew nothing about me. We had shared cocoa during the cold snap, and she had brought eggnog for me at Christmas. My conversations with Lucy's gravestone had far more depth than anything I had ever said to Elizabeth.

"I have to go," I told Lucy. "I have to go."

I grabbed up the blanket and thermos and walked up the hill to where Elizabeth was. She was walking towards me, and we met at the huge monument to the Gunderson family. "Hi," I said, struck by sudden stupidity, wishing I were clever.

"Hello, Charlie." How had I never realized how attractive she was? Her skin was a rich warm chocolate color, a shade lighter than her eyes. Her long coat was the orange of a campfire.

"Cold?" I asked her. "I've got some cocoa."

Her smile was luminous in the twilight. "I'd love some."

I didn't see why I should be nervous, but my hands were shaking so badly I had to take off my gloves to pour the cocoa. Her hands were bare, and my frost-white hand touched her earth-warm one as I passed her the mug. I didn't let go of the mug but held onto it so she couldn't take her hand away from me. We looked into each other's eyes for a long, long time, connecting, and then I kissed her. It was only one kiss, but it lasted and grew into another kind of kiss, our mouths opening and exploring, tasting one another. She tasted of cinnamon and nutmeg and spices that I had known long ago.

My heart beat urgently in my ears, hands, cock. With my other hand I reached up to touch softly her warm neck and her hair, drawn back to cover the nape. I traced the outside of her delicate ear.

Our first kiss still continued. Her smooth strong teeth scraped lightly on my tongue as her tongue cleverly explored my mouth. One of us, both of us, broke the kiss and then we were frantically kissing each other's face, chin, throat, and making urgent little sounds. Finally she pulled back. I noticed that we had spilled the cocoa, leaving a scribble of melt in the snow.

"Lay down the blanket," she whispered to me. "Mr. and Mrs. Gunderson won't mind."

She unzipped my jacket as I undid the wooden toggles of hers; when I opened her long coat I took a deep breath of humid woman-scented air. It only took me a moment to pull the tails of her blouse free and slide my hands inside, along her ribs, to the border of her breasts. Her bra was soft and satiny, and I paused at the old boundaries.

Elizabeth sat on the blanket, pulling me down. She slid up my shirt and undershirt, exposing my stomach and chest to the air. My nipples tingled. She kissed them, sucking each one into her mouth. When she lay back, I followed. It didn't matter that we were in public; what mattered was our need.

Her breasts fit within my hands, her nipples pressed against my palms. I slid my hands inwards and discovered a front closure to the bra. After pushing the cups away, I gathered her breasts into my hands. She gasped as I stroked them with my thumbs, and she pressed her hips against mine. Her mound pressed against my hard cock.

I kissed her again as she ground her hips against mine, there on the blanket in the dusk. Her hands moved down my body, caressing here, stroking there, and scratching lightly along my waist. Finally she unfastened my belt and pants and slid a warm soft hand into my pubic hair. My cock was still trapped along my hipbone.

This time I broke the kiss to lean back and free my aching cock. The sudden release of pressure made my cock seem softer, but she quickly wrapped it in her hand and pumped lightly, delicately. I stiffened completely again. I flipped her tartan skirt up around her waist and discovered wet white panties, damply hinting at the matted curls within. She lifted her knees to help me slip the panties off.

I turned myself around to kiss her pussy. She was deliciously wet, but she pulled me away. "Please," she said. "Later we'll do all of that and more but for now, please. I want you in me."

"I want to be in you," I told her.

We fumbled a bit, then, changing positions and getting the head of my cock to the entrance. She took hold of me, and guided me into her warmth and wetness. There was no delicacy about our love-making: it was urgent and fast and hard, the full length my cock sliding in and out of her, her pussy gripping my cock and squeezing it, shaft and head. I could see her white teeth in the darkness as she bit her lip, concentrating on my cock, on what I was giving her. She made little breathy sounds and I grunted with every stroke, and we continued like that for a very long time.

And then she changed position slightly and I changed position slightly in response, and it changed how everything felt, and the hot nervous energy of orgasm built and flamed. Elizabeth screamed and I barked and we both melted as we came.

We lay there, wrapped in each other, listening to the sounds of dripping water and our breathing. Finally, as the sweat chilled on our joined skin, we looked at each other and there was a quiet, embarrassed moment. "I've got a confession to make," I said. "When the wind shifted, I could hear what you were saying."

Elizabeth smiled shyly and said, "I have a confession, too. Before the wind shifted, I could hear everything you were saying. I've listened to you for months." She slid her arms under my jacket, around my back, and pulled me tightly against her. "Your cheeks are all pink. So we've had the exercise. Now talk with me," she said. "At my place."

So I did. 

The Theater



She had not seen or heard from her for almost a week. It was disappointing. The two times that they had been together were not fading, but the young woman had been forced to realize that what she really wanted was more. More of the excitement she felt when she was made to do things. Things that she felt excited her friend just as much as her. Although her friend was the one that always was in control, she had to be excited too. It was not possible that watching her humiliate herself would not cause her friend to be aroused.

It was a slow day at her job, so she could work at an easy pace and dream little dreams. Fantasize a little about the next time. Hopefully there would be a next time. She dreamed about being nude in a room full of clothed people. Sometimes she would be just an anonymous body, other times she would be fully exposed, her face as well as her body. She wasn't sure which was more exciting, because when she was anonymous she dreamed that her friend would allow her to be touched and used sexually. If she wasn't anonymous, she would be seen but that only. Her experiences so far were safe, safe in the sense that she had been in a private home or club. She had never thought of being in a public place completely naked. Oh there had been two people who had seen her take off her underpants and bare a breast, but once she had left that place, knowing they did not know her, it didn't seem that bad. It was erotic and arousing to her. But no worse than being at a beach and taking off her top. At least she had convinced herself of that, even if she had never been topless at a beach before.

She had been working steadily all day and it was late, close to the time she could go home, when her phone rang. She picked it up with a grin and answered. Oh my god, it was her! 

"Do you have plans for this evening?"

"Umm, no."

"Good, I will pick you up at 7:30PM. Here is what I want you to wear. First, full panties, not a thong. A bra, serviceable, not a flimsy one. Slacks, they do not have to have a zipper, but not jeans. A blouse with buttons and a sweater. Do you have that or should I repeat it?"

"Umm, please repeat it Madam."

She repeated the instructions for dress to her. All the while, when she was writing down the list of clothes, her stomach was knotting up. This was not going to be a normal night at home.

"Do you have clothes such as that?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. May I ask …."

"No you may not. Be ready when I arrive. You will not need a coat."

The dial tone buzzed in her ear and she hung up the receiver. Her hand was shaking. Her stomach felt like it had a lump in it. She forgot what she was doing and when she realized that she was just sitting and staring into space it took her a while to determine what she had been doing. Some of her coworkers looked at her curiously because it was as if she had left mentally and her body remained. That is what had happened. Her mind was off, racing into the room and seeing herself standing naked and blindfolded. The next image was of her kneeling in front of an entire group of people, lifting her bare ass in the air for them. Then, she was bent over a bar, with her dress pulled up and she had no panties on. Now she was obscenely bent over the bar with a dildo protruding from her anus. The next vision of her was naked with a man screwing her from behind and a group of people watching that also. She gasped and leapt up and ran to the ladies bathroom. When she got there and dashed through the door she leaned on the counter. When she looked in the mirror, all she could see was her pale face and eyes glimmering with tears. Even if she had thought that she wanted more, when more was presented to her, she turned into a bundle of nerves. Even though she had been anonymous, two people knew. Two people knew that she had been humiliated. Two people knew that she would debase herself, for sure for her friend's pleasure, perhaps for hers also. Thinking that tonight was going to be another excursion into the depths, she was already feeling the dread of what might happen to her. A voice came from outside the door.

"Are you all right?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Are you sure? You looked so pale I thought I had better come and check on you."

"I-I am OK, all right. I will just be a few more minutes. I just got a little dizzy, that's all."

"Well, if you are not back at your desk in few minutes, I will be back."

"Thank you for worrying about me. I am fine."

She heard the footsteps going away and leaned on the counter again. Then she lifted her face and looked at the pale vision in the mirror. She turned on the water and doused her face, then dried it. She had a little more color, but not much. It amazed her that her friend's voice and her orders could have such an effect on her. It should not have come as a surprise, since her friend was so closely connected with shame and humiliation. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she was not sure that she wanted more. Now that the reality was staring her in the face, she was unsure that she wanted it.

With a sigh she left the bathroom and carefully walked back to her desk. As she arrived, people came to her station. They were asking her if she was OK and looking at her with concern. Finally her boss came out and looked at her also. The questions repeated themselves and she answered that she was all right. This time though, her boss smiled at her and told her to go home. She looked so pale to everyone. She was glad they did not understand why. She got her coat and saying goodbye, she left for the bus stop. As she walked she felt people looking at her and her mind knew that they knew about her. They knew that she allowed herself to be stripped naked and have things done to her. Oh god, oh god. Everyone knew, everyone knew that she allowed herself to be humiliated. Each face was aware of her shame. She pulled her coat tighter around herself and walked faster. When she got on the bus the driver and the other riders knew her too. She had to sit down quickly because she was getting dizzy again. She closed her eyes and sat. Sat until her stop and she could hurry down the street to her building. She walked as fast as she could to get away from the eyes in her mind, but getting into her apartment was no better. Now, alone and knowing she was coming, she had hours to think about the evening. And that was not good. Not good because her mind would not let her relax.

She sat for a few minutes in her living room and closed her eyes. Then with a sigh, she got up and walked to her bedroom. She took out the note she had made from the instructions for her clothes and went to her dresser. She found a suitable bra and a pair of panties. Setting them on her bed, she went to her closet. There she sorted through her pants and blouses, taking out ones that she thought would be acceptable and set them on the bed also. Finally she found her favorite sweater and after placing it on the bed with all her other clothes she undressed. Nude, she walked to her bathroom and started the shower. She stood under the hot water and soaped herself, cleaning her skin, removing her make up so she could re-do herself. She wanted to start fresh for the evening. When she got out of the shower and dried herself, she wrapped a towel around her body and looked in the mirror. She had finally gotten some color back in her face. As she was looking through her make up, trying to decide what to put on, her buzzer for the front door went off. With a frown, she walked to the intercom and pressed the button.

"Yes?"

"Buzz me in."

Oh god, oh my god, it's her, she thought. She pressed the button to open the door to the building and then quickly ran to see her clock. It was only 6:30. She stood wondering if she had not understood the time and while she was wracking her brain, there was a knock at her door. She walked to it and looked through the peephole. It was she. Nervously she opened the door and stepped back to let her in. She walked past her imperiously and stalked into the living room. The girl followed her.

"I'm sorry that I am not ready."

"Did I tell you that you could speak?"

"Umm, no. Sorry Madam."

The look she received made her quiver inside. Her face fell so that she was looking at the floor. 

"Get me the clothes you are wearing tonight. And give the towel to me now."

She could not look at her as she unfastened the towel and handed it to her. Naked, she walked on shaking legs to her bedroom. She picked up the clothes that she had picked out to wear and returned to the living room. When she walked into the living room, she was sitting on the couch and gazing ahead, looking through the glass doors. The drapes were completely open. The girl moaned and walked to her, knowing that everyone across the street was looking into her apartment. She held the clothes to her chest and stood in front of her.

"Put them on the couch, then you may kneel in front of me."

She did as she was told and kept her eyes lowered. She heard her looking through the clothes and prayed that they would be acceptable. Her naked back and bottom faced the glass doors. She was trembling; imagining that the apartments facing hers were full of people and every one of them was staring at her.

"These will do."

She felt better, hearing those words, but not much. She felt very exposed and vulnerable, kneeling naked on her carpet.

"Bring me your make up."

She got up and almost ran to the bathroom. She stuffed all the make up she had into her make up bag and hurried back. She found her standing by the glass doors. She hesitated and watched her looking towards her. With a soft sob, she walked to her and handed her the bag. Now she was standing no more than two feet from the glass doors without a stitch on. As she looked through the bag, the girl kept looking through the doors to see if she could see anyone across the way to the next building. 

"The light is good here. Bring two chairs to me."

Moans escaped her lips but she walked on trembling legs to the table and returned, dragging two chairs behind her. The woman pointed to where the chairs should go and stepped back to let her place them. Then she pointed to one. The girl sat down and folded her hands in her lap. Her hands grasped each other, for security and to keep them down. Down so she could not cover herself. The woman sat in the other chair. Frowning a little she looked at the girl. 

"Put your hands at your sides."

With a soft moan, she unclasped her hands and moved them to her sides. She knew that her pubic hair was showing now along with her breasts. Involuntarily she looked at the glass doors. She could not stop herself from looking at them. People had to be seeing her, looking at her. She was in plain view and they had to be looking. Her stomach clenched.

"Look at me, not outside."

She forced her eyes back to her. She clutched the sides of the chair's seat so her hands would stay away from her body. Her knuckles turned white, she was gripping it so hard. Her eyes were getting liquid, wet, and full of tears. How can she do this to me? She has to know that people are looking at me. And she has not made me anonymous. They will know whom I am, who belongs to this naked body. She whimpered in her throat. She watched as the woman searched through her make up bag and removed eyeliner and blush. 

"Look straight ahead and don't move."

She held herself still as the woman applied eyeliner with sure and gentle strokes. It felt good to be pampered, to have someone do this, but not here, without clothes. Next came the blush, applied with soft strokes also. She was so sure and confident. The girl held back her tears so that she would not ruin her face, her make up. It was killing her to do that, however. Her natural reaction was to begin to cry. She was being humiliated again. She was afraid of who was watching. The woman finished with the make up and replaced it in the bag. She smiled at her and received a weak smile in return. 

"May I speak, Madam?"

"Of course, you ask so sweetly."

"May I please get dressed?"

"No, I don't think so. There is plenty of time."

She moans and her eyes flick to the glass doors, then back. You have risen and moved to the couch. Motioning to her, she stands and looks out the glass doors and then walks to you. You admire her body. She is not classic, but very slim with good legs. She has small, high breasts with nipples that are almost always erect. You motion her to turn and she does, her bottom facing you. You lean forward and squeeze one cheek, listening as she moans softly. Your hand slides across her bottom and squeezes the other cheek. You know she is beet red. With a naughty smile, your finger goes to the bottom of her spine, the top of her ass. Then you slide it down to her cleft and let it slip between her cheeks. She whimpers as you slip your finger down between her cheeks. It comes closer and closer to her anus. You know how much she hates being touched there and you want to let her feel a little humiliation. When your fingertip finds her anus, you circle around it and are rewarded with a moan. You press lightly on its center and can feel her muscles pull tight. She hates it so much. She twitched a little but let you do as you wished. Now you finger leaves her anus and she sighs, relieved that you did not penetrate her. But now it is sliding over the skin leading to her pussy, her cunt. She gasps as it touches the bottom of her slit. You toy with her lips, feeling her moist split.

"What is this, little one?"

"Umm, I don't understand, Madam."

"Come now, what am I touching?"

"Ahh, my vagina, Madam."

"Oh, you must have another name for it. What else?"

As you ask her, you slip your finger between her labia and trace up and down. You can feel her beginning to tremble.

"Ahh, god, my pussy."

"And is there something else it is called?"

Your finger slides up and taps her clitoris, then quickly back down to the bottom of her split. She groans when you tap her and her hips thrust forward. You know she has to be scarlet.

"Ahh, god, Jesus, Madam. It's my cunt."

Yes, that is what I wanted to hear little one. Say it again for me."

"Oh Madam, it's my cunt. You are touching my cunt."

"Does it feel good when I touch you? Do you like it?"

"Umm, yes Madam."

"And do you like being naked for me, little one?"

"Umm, yes, Madam."

You smile and ask her to get you a soda and an ashtray. She returns with a glass with ice and soda in it, but no ashtray. You look at her and she lowers her eyes.

"The ashtray?"

"I do not smoke, Madam. If someone is here and wants to smoke I ask them to go on the balcony."

"I see."

The girl winced at the words, the tone and the expression. She stood next to her and lowered her eyes, feeling very vulnerable. The woman stood and smiled and then looked at the balcony outside the glass doors. As she started to walk to them she spoke.


"Since I must be outside to smoke I have choices to make. Should I go and smoke? Should I not smoke at all? Or should I smoke and have you join me and continue our conversation?"

The girl's eyes jerked up and stared at the woman's back. Surely she did not mean what the girl was thinking. The glass door slid open. A cool breeze filtered into the room. Her nipples immediately erected and goose bumps spread across her bare skin. She felt slightly faint and began to tremble. The woman stood at the door smiling. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, the girl hesitantly walked to her side. She looked at her and felt so alone. She could and would make her do anything, anything that would be humiliating. But the girl tried to be strong inside. She took a deep breath and peeked out of the door. Looking both ways, to the balconies on either side of hers, she could see no one on them. Another deep breath and she stepped onto her balcony. 

"Madam, I am sorry that I do not have an ashtray for you. Please join me and enjoy your cigarette."

She was trembling and her eyes were darting from side to side as she said those words. The woman looked at her and smiled a true smile. She watched her for a moment and then held out her hand. The girl took it and felt herself being drawn back inside. She felt like jelly inside as she stepped back into her apartment. The woman took her face in both hands and kissed her softly.

"I wondered what you would do, little one. That took courage and I admire courage. Come and sit with me and I will reward you a little bit."

She followed her to the couch and waited as she sat. The cushion next to her was patted and she sat also. She was wondering what reward she was going to get.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

The girl hurried to comply. Once she was how she was desired, the woman bent to her and kissed her softly again. Her hands were at her breasts, fondling them and teasing her nipples. The kiss ended and the woman leaned back slightly, watching her face as she played with her breasts. The face that had been pale was now full of color and little gasps were escaping her mouth. She was aroused, just by being touched on her breasts. And by the feeling that she was bound in position, only by having her hands between her back and the couch. The light, feather-like touches made her shiver and her nipples, although erect before, were even harder. She used her fingertips like feathers, teasing and stroking her bare skin. She wanted to watch but had to close her eyes. Her breathing was small, barely audible pants now. She was hot, burning up with passion. The fingertips traced a track around her breasts, testing each bit of skin. Then they circled and slithered down her breastbone, leaving little goose bumps in their wake. The girl was breathing shallowly and very quickly as she felt the fingers move lower and lower. Her skin rippled behind the touch of her fingertips and nails. She noticed now that fingernails were lightly scraping her skin, leaving marks that quickly disappeared. She began to moan as her pubic hair, her bush, was touched. The fingers slid through her bush, teasing the hair and almost making it stand on end. The sensations were heavenly to the young woman. One finger found the tiny bump of her clitoris and pressed down on it, causing an audible gasp to burst out of her mouth. She lifted her hips slightly, trying to press against that finger harder but it left her. Whimpering, her hips lowered only to have the finger press her clitoris once more. Over and over the woman would push down on her clitoris and then lessen the pressure to get her hips to relax and settle back. The girl's head was lying on the back of the couch with her mouth open, little pants bursting out regularly. One leg had flopped open, leaving her more room to touch between her legs. The older woman watched all of this and the reactions that she had induced in the girl. She smiled and leaned closer.

"Get on the floor in front of me, facing away."

The girl's head jerked up in surprise and she looked at the woman. Trembling all over she slid off the couch and knelt in front of her with her bottom facing her. She did not know what to do with her hands so they hung at her sides.

"Bend forward, put your face on the floor, grab your knees with both hands."

She went to all fours then lowered her face to the floor. Once she had done that, she reached back and grabbed her knees. She pictured what she must look like. Legs topped by what had to look like a fat ass. And she knew that her pussy and anus were in plain sight. She became terribly embarrassed.

"Knees further apart and back up closer to me."

She shuffled her knees apart and backed up slowly until she was told to stop. She felt the soft fingertips trace patterns on her ass. She sobbed softly in her throat. They slid to the middle of her and traced lines in her cleft from top to bottom, avoiding her anus. She moaned. Then one finger ran across the little patch of skin between her anus and pussy. She felt that finger right at the bottom of her pussy, then it slid into her, causing a moan.




The Theater



"What is this?"

"Oh god Madam, my cunt?"

"Yes, it is your cunt, little one. Such a naughty name for such a nice thing, yes?"

"Oh god, yes."

She panted as the finger penetrated her and remained still inside her. Then the other hand joined and she felt the finger slide back out of her and both hands, the fingers, traced the valley next to her labia and then under her ass cheeks to the outside of her. She was shivering from the touches and whimpering as the fingers left her cunt. She was aroused and ready for anything. The fingers traced up the sides of her ass and then over the top, to her cleft once more. This time, as they traced downward, they did not avoid her anus.

"What is this, little one?"

"Ahh, umm my anus?"

"No, try again."

"Oh god, my god, my asshole."

"Yes, it is your asshole. And what are assholes good for, little one?"

She began to sob. She hated this; she hated having her asshole touched. The woman knew this and was taunting her. With a groan she answered.

"For having fingers stuck in them."

She gasped loudly as she felt the finger pressing on the center of her tight asshole. She was dry and nervous and she clenched her ring tight. She heard a sigh and suddenly the finger was in her cunt, scooping up some of the moisture in it and transferring it to her ass. She moaned as she felt the wet on her anus and felt it being spread. The finger returned and this time popped into her ass to the first knuckle. She groaned at this invasion but held her position. Then she felt a finger at her cunt again and moaned as that one slid into her. She whimpered as the woman began to thrust the two fingers in and out of her. The one in her ass was still dry, and the woman leaned forward and dropped a string of saliva on the ring of muscle. She was so humiliated and so aroused. With the saliva it became easier to be fingered and she began to moan continuously. Her ass was wet from saliva and it was dripping down her skin and her cunt was wet, soaking wet. Suddenly the fingers pulled out of her, leaving her panting and moaning on the floor, ass in the air, both holes gaping. She felt so empty and tears were pouring down her cheeks from having her ass violated.

"Get up and get dressed."

She struggled to her knees, then to her feet. Shakily she turned and stumbled to her clothes. She pulled on her panties, feeling them soaking up her juices and the saliva. She was totally humiliated. She fumbled her bra on and then her pants. Finally she shrugged into the blouse and buttoned it with shaking fingers. Pulling on the sweater she stood and wiped her eyes and cheeks. Her face was red.

"Find some shoes. Low heels would be good."

She went into her bedroom and found a pair of low heels, slipping them onto her feet. She stumbled back to the woman and stood in front of her. She tried to look her in the eye, but couldn't. Her eyes fell to the floor. 

"Ah, little one, your shyness is so sweet. Now come, we must be going."

"Umm, Madam, may I ask a question?"

"Of course, since you asked nicely."

"Umm, where are we going?"

"To the theater. I have gotten a box for us to sit in and watch a play and perhaps do some fun things."

You got a knot in your in your stomach when you heard "do some fun things", and did not want to go anymore. But, you were not going to resist because you could think of some things that probably could be, would be much worse. Besides, you thought, what could she do to you at a play in a theater with so many people around? You had no clue, none at all.

The two of you hurried, you just a step behind her out of your apartment and down the hall. It was cold outside, but she had told you that you would not need a coat, so you just followed. She led you, as always, and soon you were at her car. It was a large American car with plenty of room in the front and back. She gave you the cape that you wore the last time the two of you were together. You slipped it on and fastened the chain that held the top together. She chatted about the play, one that you had not heard of before and how much fun the evening was going to be. She smiled at you and made you feel better. She drove expertly and made sure to pat your leg a few times as she talked. You felt better and better, more relaxed. She knew how to put you at ease. You finally arrived and she parked. When you got out she had a large bag or purse which you thought nothing of at the time. She hurried you to the theater, which thankfully was only a short walk. Through the doors and she took your hand and led you through the line for people who already had tickets. Then she led you upstairs to where the boxes were. One of the ushers helped the two of you find the box. When she opened the door and hurried you through it, there were three other women there already. She greeted them as old friends and you stood, feeling a little left out but still happy. Chairs were set up in two rows, but she had them re-arranged into a semicircle and sat you in the middle. She sat to one side of you with the others next to her or you. One of the other women smiled at you.

"We've heard a lot about you. I think that tonight will be a very fun and exciting night."

When you heard those words, you immediately tensed up. You were becoming very attuned to words because of her. You smiled back at her a little uneasily. You were trying not to read into her words and hoping that she was only talking about the play. She leaned to you and ran her fingers through your hair. That made you both uneasy and more relaxed at the same time. You were aware that the other three women noticed her playing with your hair and that they seemed to smile knowingly. The lights dimmed and came back on, announcing that the play was soon to begin. You read your program, listening to the conversation going on around you. You did not really fit with these women. They were all much older than you and were dressed much better. You felt a little like a poor relative. The lights dimmed again and the curtain opened. You leaned forward to get a better view and to hear better. She pulled you back gently to have you sit up straight and you looked at her. She was smiling and the woman next to her was also. You glanced to your other side and the two there were looking at you and smiling also. All of a sudden you began to feel uncomfortable.

"Little one, this play is not that good, but the theater is perfect for us."

Hearing those words, you felt very uncomfortable. You looked at her, at her smile, and at the others. You had a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"You see, little one, I have told these friends of mine about you. They understand much, but wished to meet you and see if what I told them could possibly be true. I also wanted to present you to them."

You sat in disbelief. Surely she couldn't do anything here. Surely not here. You looked out at the theater and all the people. Absolutely not, she just couldn't.

"Little one, you will not disappoint me and make me a liar."

You began to shiver, realizing that she could do anything, to you.

"So, please slip off the cape and drape it over your chair."

You did as you were told. Your hands were shaking and as you looked around as the smiles on the faces of the women got larger. She picked up her large purse and set it in front of you. You knew that something bad was going to happen to you, here in the theater, in front of women that you had just met. Something bad in a very public place.

"Now we are all ladies here, so there is no need for you to be shy, is there? And you will be a good girl for me, yes?"

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you sat silently with your hands crushing the program you had been reading just a few moments before. You looked at each face, faces that were staring at you intently before your eyes could not meet theirs and fell to the floor in front of you.

"I have told them about you, many things about you and they did not believe me. So tonight you will prove to them that I told the truth. Remove your clothes, fold them and put them in the bag in front of you."

You whimpered deep in your throat and looked once more at her, at her smile and the firm expression of command on her features. You looked out over the railing in front of you at all the people who were below. With a sob this time, you let your program slip from your fingers and fall to the floor.

"Madam, may I speak?"

Your words got a chuckle from one of the women. It made you whimper once more.

"Of course, little one."

"Why? Why do you make me do these things?"

"Because I can, little one and because it makes me happy to see you struggle and suffer. And, because I believe that you like it too, no matter what you say or how you act. Now, you have been told what is expected of you. Do not try my patience."

Another small sob escaped from your throat and you looked out over the railing once more. Then you looked to your left, seeing two women looking at you expectantly. You turned to your right and saw the same from her and the other woman. Then you looked straight ahead at the railing and whimpered, wondering if those on the floor could see you above it. With a soft moan, you gripped the end of one sleeve of your sweater and pulled your arm out and into your body. Slipping your hand down, you gripped the other arm of your sweater and pulled your other arm out. Looking once more over the railing, you carefully lifted the bottom of your sweater and pulled it over your head. You took a long time folding it, looking at her. Seeing no mercy in her eyes, you bent and put the sweater in the bottom of the bag. Knowing that the lower half of your body could not be seen, you slid your slacks down and exposed your panties, moaning when you realized that they were damp between your legs from her playing with you. You slid them down your legs, blushing as you did. Your eyes flashed to each of the women in the box with you and moaned. They were watching you so intently. Kicking off your heels, you struggled to get your slacks off with out moving much at all. Again you took as much time as you felt you could, folding them and then putting them into the bag. You looked at her again, pleading with your eyes, but saw no relief for you there. With fumbling fingers, you unbuttoned the cuffs of your blouse and then your hands went to the button at your throat. Your eyes had filled with tears and you closed them as the first button came free. A tear escaped and trickled down your cheek as the second came free. Fumbling even more as each button came loose you finally reached the bottom of your blouse. With an audible moan, you opened it and slid it off your shoulders and down. You bent over and folded it carefully, taking as much time again as you could before putting it in the bag. Now you were in only your bra and panties.

You looked at her once again and she nodded to you, encouraging you to go on. You struggled with the clasp of your bra at your back and found you could not get it loose. You looked at her, begging a little with your eyes, hoping that she would permit you to stop, but she reached behind you and quickly had the clasps undone. Again you bend forward, trying to hide yourself and let it slip down your arms. Staying bent over, you stuffed it into the bag. Just your panties were left. Your hands went to the waistband and pushed first one side, then the other down, your hips lifting up on one side then the other to get them below your bottom, your ass. Your nipples brushed on your thighs; you were bent over so far, trying to hide yourself. When your panties had cleared your ass you pulled them down hurriedly, wanting this strip to be over now. You knew that all with you had been staring at you and you felt so exposed. When the panties cleared your feet, you crumpled them and started to shove them into that damn bag, but she stopped you. She removed them from your hand and brought them to her face, sniffing them. You sobbed out loud, knowing that your scent was on them. The scent of your pussy, your cunt. She held the panties out to each of the women, letting them smell you also. Your face was scarlet, as they smelled your arousal. Watching them smell you sent a tremor into your belly. You were becoming aroused again, at your exposure and with the knowledge that they now knew you had been aroused. They did not know that it was from her playing with you at your apartment. They had to believe that it was from now, from the strip you had just done. You were glad that it was dark in the theater, dark enough that it was hard to see you, but light enough that they could catch shadowed glimpses of you. You stayed bent, your arms pressed close to your sides and crossed in front of you. She reached for the bag, lifting it to her feet and stuffed your damp, wet panties into it. Then she put it behind her chair.

"Sit up."

With a moan, you sat up straighter. You kept your arms crossed until you saw her frown and with another moan, you slowly lowered both arms to your sides. She smiled at you, making you blush harder. It was so hard, even if it was just women with you, to be naked. You did not want to look at her or them and lowered your eyes to the floor. You could sense them looking at you with hungry eyes anyway.

"Offer your tits to them."

Tears leaked out of your eyes at these words. Thinking hard and realizing that you could hide better, you got on your knees and walked on them to one of the women. Keeping your red face lowered, you moved closer to her and arched back to show her your tits. You gasped as you felt her hands grab at you. She squeezed and cupped them, rubbing her thumbs over your nipples. She made them so hard, so erect. You were moaning softly as she felt and teased you. After a bit you crawled to the other two women and knelt up, arching your back for them, but keeping your face down. They too took the opportunity to feel you, squeeze you and rub your nipples. One pinched your nipple and twisted it, making you groan out loud. Fingers caressed your skin, teasing you and making you groan softly. You were so humiliated, but finding that you were loving the touch of their hands. Soft and gently teasing touches, making you whimper in your throat, making your nipples stand out, so erect, so hard. They giggled as you knelt in front of them, letting them do what they pleased to you.

"Come here in front of me and get on your hands and knees, facing away from me."

You crawled to her, feeling the hands, her hands slide down your body and touching your bare ass. In the dark you turned so that your ass was facing her and hung your head. You were sure what she was going to do to you. She reached to you and fondled your ass, teasing it with soft feather like brushing on your skin. She slid a hand to your thigh and then between your thighs, cupping your vagina, your cunt in one hand.

"What is this little one?"

"M-m-my c-c-cunt, Madam."

"What are cunts good for?"

"Ohh god, Madam, fucking?"

"Very good, little one. Shall I fuck your cunt?"

"Oh god, oh my god."

Her finger found your opening and slid in easily. You knew there was enough light for all to see her penetrating you and you were ashamed at how easily her finger slid into you. She thrust it back and forth and soon you could hear the liquid, squishing sound you made as she fingered you. Your head sank lower, even more ashamed as everyone there knew how aroused you were. You were trembling noticeably. Your hips started to work with her finger, making you more ashamed because you could not control yourself. Her finger slid out of you making you moan as it left your wet, oozing hole. Dripping with your moisture, she slid it in your cleft and found your anus. Your mind screamed no no no, god no, please no as it pushed against your tight ring of muscle. It slipped inside you, making you groan aloud and she twisted it inside you, driving it deeper until her knuckles met your ass. Whimpering, you felt her twist it in you, fingering your ass as though it was your cunt. Oh god, you were so humiliated. She fingered your ass, and you let her, ashamed and humiliated. Finally she removed her finger and you moaned with relief.

"Turn and face me."

You turned on your hands and knees and faced her, with your head still hanging down.

"Lift your face."

With a soft moan, you lifted it and looked at her through tear blurred eyes. Her finger was right at your mouth.

"Suck."

Moaning audibly, you opened your mouth and let her shove her finger in it. Closing your eyes, you closed your lips around it and sucked, tasting your cunt and your ass on it. You sucked and licked her finger until the taste was gone from it, leaving the taste of you on your tongue. She pulled her finger out and sat back. You lowered your embarrassed face once more.

"Offer your cunt to them."

Another moan escaped you and you turned once again. Backing up to the women who had moved so that now the three of them sat together, you bent down, lowering your head to the floor. This lifted your ass and opened it so that your cunt and anus were well exposed for them. You moved your knees further apart, blatantly encouraging them to penetrate you. Hands and fingers slithered over your bare skin and a finger went up your cunt.

"God, she is soaking!"

Those words made you groan aloud and you began to sob softly as they took the opportunity to finger you, feel you. One knelt beside you and felt your tits, rubbing your nipples; one thrust a finger in your cunt, one in your ass. They felt and fingered you. Your hips began to buck back to the fingers that penetrated you. You were so ashamed but couldn't help yourself. Your juices dribbled out of you and thin trickles ran down your thigh, shaming you even more. You could feel the tensing inside yourself and moaned. You were so close. So close to coming. You waited for her to say stop, making them remove their hands from you, stopping your orgasm, but she did not. They fucked you and felt you until your muscles clench on the invading fingers and then your orgasm burst into your belly, making you spasm and clench tighter on the intruding fingers.

"Ohhh, god, ohh god."

The words tumbled out of your mouth as you came, squirming and thrusting your ass back against the fingers that filled both your holes. You were shaking and moaning as they continued thrusting into you, one pinching and twisting your nipples. Your insides clenched and relaxed over and over until the spasms eased off and stopped. Your body was almost rigid and then you collapsed onto your side, the fingers popping out of you with sucking sounds. Your nipples were tender and swollen, your labia puffy, your ass red and tingling. You heard giggles from above you and blushed again. Someone, you did not know who, grabbed your hair and tugged you to your knees, and a finger was pressed to your lips. Without thinking, you opened and sucked it into your mouth, cleaning it. Soon another was taking its place and you sucked that one clean also. You felt so dirty.

Suddenly the lights for intermission came on and you hunched down as close to the floor as you could get, whimpering in fear that someone would see you naked. You curled up as tight as you could get; hearing more giggles as they all watched you. You could smell yourself, your wet, oozing cunt odor seemed to permeate the entire box. Your upper thighs were wet from your cunt and you were ashamed of yourself.

"Little one, very nice. We are going to get something to drink. I will bring you some water."

Your head jerked up and your eyes began to tear once more as you watched the four of them stand and walk to the door. They were going to leave you here naked and alone. You whimpered and watched as the door opened and they left you, closing the door behind them. You glanced over your shoulder to the railing and crawled as quietly and quickly as you could to a corner away from the railing and behind the door. There you sat, curled up as much as possible, trembling and afraid that someone would come in and find you. You huddled in your little corner not even thinking that the bag with all your clothes in it was left with you. 




The Theater



You huddled in your corner fearfully, every sound made you think the door was being opened and you pictured people that you did not know entering and staring at you, at your naked body. Each sound made you jump. You began to cry, soundlessly, tears running down your cheeks. You imagined people in the seats below the box seeing you, pointing at you so others would see also. It was horrible, frightening to you. Your breath was shallow and you felt faint. You could not get enough air in your lungs. Suddenly the door opened and she and the other women entered. Not seeing you on the floor she stiffened and turned. She saw you huddled in your corner, crying and smiled at you.

"Come here."

She sat on her chair and you crawled to her, your arms clutching at her legs and you continued to cry, holding her tight. Your breath came in gasps. She stroked your hair and you slowly gained control of yourself. The heaving of your chest as you breathed slowed but you still held tight to her legs. The gasps changed to more even breaths and you calmed more and more as she stroked your hair. She comforted you and you were so appreciative of her soothing you. You had been so afraid. She opened a bottle of water and gave it to you and you drank greedily, your mouth was so dry from fear. She reached into the bag and retrieved your panties, still conscious of keeping your humiliation high. She used them to wipe your tears from your face, making sure that you could smell your previous arousal. Your make up was a mess, smeared on your face and under your eyes. She tilted your head up and wiped as much she could still using your panties. The lights dimmed and the play began its second act. She had planned on having you do more in the light, but your fear and crying had prevented that. All in all, she thought, it had been a rewarding night so far, with more to come. She had you sit with your back to the wall below the railing and spread your legs so they could see your vagina, your pussy, your cunt. You had to look at them, staring at you, their eyes bright as you did as you were told. They stared at you and you blushed deeply, so ashamed.

"Little one, take your hands and open yourself."

You moaned softly but your hands obeyed and you spread your labia open with your fingers. In the dim light they could still see you, reddish and wet. You almost looked inflamed.

"Finger yourself, little one."

Blushing harder, you penetrated yourself with your forefinger and thrust it in and out. As you did, the wet of your arousal, still with you, dribbled out and rolled down to the cleft of your ass. You looked at them, one at a time, seeing how they stared and the looks on their faces as you fingered your pussy. Then, seeing more than you wished, you closed your eyes. Each time your finger pulled out, more liquid seeped out of you and added to the thin line of moisture that extended to your ass. You felt as though it was forming a puddle beneath you. You did not stop, because she had not told you that you could.

"Now, little one, I would like to see you put it in your ass."

You groaned out loud, but unable to refuse, you rolled up your hips and your cleft parted exposing your anus, your asshole. Tentatively you touched yourself and recoiled. You hate this so much. Struggling with your emotions, you moved your finger back and pressed on your ring. You groaned as you felt your finger slip past the tight circle of your anus and slide into your ass. She knew how to shame you, humiliate you. 

"Deeper."

You pushed it deeper into your asshole and whimpered. Even with the moisture from your vagina, your cunt, it was not easy to go deeper. You reached the second knuckle.

"Leave it there."

You groaned once more and sat with your hips up, exposed completely, knowing that she and three others were watching. You held your finger inside you and whimpered to yourself, knowing that the noises you made would change nothing.

"What should your breasts be called?"

"Tits, Madam."

"And what is your vagina?"

"Cunt, Madam."

"And where is your finger?"

"In my ass, Madam. Or perhaps my asshole."

"Do you still like being naked, little one?"

"Ohh, god, Madam, yes and no. I am so ashamed."

"But your tits and your little cunt are so pretty, are they not?"

"It is terribly shameful for me to be like this Madam. I do not think they are pretty."

"Ah, but they are, my little girl. Very, very pretty. Tell me, you love having your finger in your ass, don't you?"

"No Madam, I hate it. I hate it."

"Oh, but if you hate it so much, why is it in your ass?"

"Oh god, Madam, you told me, told me to do it."

"Ah, so you will do what I tell you to do? You will do what tell I you always?"

"Yes, Madam, I will. I will do what you tell me always."

She had pulled your submission out of you. She knew you and knew that you would obey her, fully, completely, without reservation. You sat, amazed at what you had said, but knew that the words were right. That you would obey her always.

"One last thing, I want to see your finger in as deep as you can get it. Then I want you to suck it and then you may sit next to me."

You moaned and twisted your finger in your ass, forcing it deeper inside you until your hand was against your cheeks. Then you withdrew it, groaning as it pulled your ring out until it popped out of you. With a sob, you lifted it to your mouth and sucked on it until she nodded her head. You got to your hands and knees and crawled to the chair next to her. Looking up at her, you spoke.

"May I speak Madam?"

"Of course."

"Please give me my clothes."

"I think not tonight, my little girl. You may wear your shoes and the cape, but that is all."

You moaned softly and scrabbled behind you for the cape. Slipping it over your shoulders, you clasped it with the chain and realized that it did not meet. It left a strip two or three inches wide down the front of your body. You looked at her, pleading with your eyes, but unable to say anything. She smiled at you; her crocodile smile, and shook her head no. You sat and pressed your legs together, as tight as you could and pulled the cape as close to you as you could. Feeling with your feet, you found your shoes, your heels and slipped them on. Trembling, you sat, imagining what you would look like and trying to figure out a way that you could cover yourself completely. You sat like a statue, blushing bright red as you pictured yourself walking out of the theater. Surely she would not do this to you, you thought to yourself, surely she wouldn't. As you sat, tense and trembling, you realized that she would and that made you tremble even more. The play was only background sound to you now, it made no impression as you saw flashes of you walking out with her dressed as you were. You were dreading it and strangely wanting it to happen. Your stomach knotted up, feeling like you had a hard ball inside it. Finally it ended and you looked at her with apprehension in your eyes. She stood.

"Behind me and to my right."

She began to walk out and the other three women waited for you to follow, giggling at your predicament. You took one of your hands and gripped both edges of the cape just above your slit and held it tight. Then, trying to be as calm as you could, you walked behind her and to her right as she commanded you. Now that you actually had to do this, the color left your face and you were white as a sheet. But, breathing deeply, you walked and did not look to either side. She looked over her shoulder to see that you were behind her and smiled and turned back. You held your head up and did not, could not look to see how much of you was showing. You only wanted this to be over as soon as it could be. As the crowd leaving closed in on the two of you, you began to breathe quicker and shallower. You could feel eyes on you, curious eyes. Glancing down quickly, you moaned as you could see the strip of skin between the edges of the cape. Only your hand, clutching the sides of it, covered your bush. She looked again and you suddenly expected her to tell you to let go of it, but she only smiled once again and turned away. You were terribly embarrassed, but you could feel a little trickle of moisture on your inner thigh. You were leaking again, you realized. That made you feel even more embarrassed. Her friends were behind you giggling at you and you hoped that they would not do anything to you. At long last, the two of you were able to reach the street and she turned toward the parking lot with you hurrying behind her. When you reached the lot, she turned her head and smiled.

"Let go of it."

Moaning softly, you did and it opened, baring you in an expanding triangle from the chain down. You nervously glanced about, looking and seeing many people walking to their cars also. You wanted to cry, you wanted to run, you wanted to fall into a hole and disappear. It was dark but not that dark, anyone that looked at you, would know. They would know that you had nothing on under the cape. She walked at a steady pace, much slower than the one you wanted, but you soon reached her car. She unlocked it, and let you in. As you sat, it opened, slipping off your legs and your scrabbled for it.

"No, let it be."

You moaned again and sat rigidly as she drove to the booth. She rolled down her window and paid for the parking, leaving you sitting there, bared from the waist down, your pubic hair, your bush completely exposed. The cashier glanced and then leaned forward, smiling. You stared straight ahead, even as you saw him. You blushed red again. She thanked the cashier and then drove out of the lot.

"Good girl, very good girl."

You sighed and relaxed, feeling better to be away from all those people, even if you were still mostly exposed. She drove you home and walked you to your door, with the cape swirling about your legs, exposing and covering you. At your door she made you stand while she handed back your clothes. You were nervously looking left and right, expecting a neighbor to walk by. But nothing happened. She took your face in her hands and kissed you softly.

"Until the next time, my little lovely girl."

Then she left without a look back. You closed your door and let your clothes slip from your hands. Leaning against the door you began to giggle and whimper both, both aroused and ashamed, still feeling the trickle of your juices on your thigh.



The Theater



They had arrived at an opportune moment – no one was at the box office and the lobby appeared to be empty. “Two for theater two please,” her husband said to the cashier, who took their $13 dollars and handed over the two small green stubs that were their tickets to this adventure. She was getting nervous now, though they had done this before; she always got nervous – and excited. Their luck held as they strolled arm in arm through the empty lobby. The absence of an entourage, she hoped, would heighten the excitement at her appearance. He opened the door to the darkened theater and she slipped inside – in some ways this was the most nerve racking part, getting settled.

She stood under the dim exit light, letting it bathe her body in what would appear to the men inside to be a spotlight. She wore a simple black dress, mid-thigh, and black high heel shoes. She knew that the light from above was flashing off the silver buttons, which ran up the full length of the dress, and that her legs, encased in white, thigh-high stockings, were glowing. This was the moment – the rustling sounds and the movement of turning heads meant that her presence had been detected and she could feel the energy radiating out from her to the deepest recesses of the dark theater. On the screen an attractive blonde had a long and thick cock deep in her throat and the music was swelling. She felt her nipples harden and her labia begin to swell as He took her arm and they began the parade to the second row.

She loved this part. As they made their way down the aisle, the frenzy of energy and movement intensified as men bounded from their seats to fall instep behind them. Other men rushed ahead hoping to capture the prize of the seats immediately in front of her. As they neared the second row and turned into it, the commotion enveloped them as men filed into the rows in front and back and spread out across the aisle. One industrious fellow even squeezed around the end of the row to take a seat three places away on the same row. Although they didn’t know it, the second row was a perfect location for them to sit because the chair two places over was missing its seat, guaranteeing that no one would sit within two seats of her without an invitation.

As they took their seats, the commotion began to die down. The men, out of respect, turned their attention to the screen to allow her to get acclimated and proceed at her own pace. She began to watch the movie intently, as if she were watching a first run film, trying to get her excitement under control. As the men turned back to the screen temporarily, she began to survey the crowd. In front to her left set a well-groomed gentleman in a shirt and tie. He had spoken with them as they had walked in and seemed nice. He had agreed to keep an eye out for Jerry – the evil theater manager who would certainly diminish the fun, if not spoil it entirely. In front to her right was a clean cut man in a white polo shirt, and the guy at the end of the row was also clean cut, wearing a tie and glasses. She couldn’t see well behind her – though she was pretty sure one guy was wearing a suit, but she did see that those across the aisle seemed less presentable somehow – they must have been the regulars. She was pleased with the seating arrangements.

After a few minutes, she began to try to catch their eyes. Mostly, they sheepishly looked away. Their reticence was empowering – she knew that she was the one in control. She casually leaned forward to unclasp her bra and pulled it off through the short sleeves of her dress, reveling in the spike in energy that simple act caused. She leaned back in her chair and let her legs fall open wide as her gaze returned to the screen.

The movie was in one of those interminable periods of dialogue inserted to ensure that it had “artistic value” for the benefit of the censors. To bide time, she let her hands roam a bit, moving gradually upward to the top button on her dress, which she slowly undid. Letting her hands move slowly downward, she undid each button down to her waist. She shifted slightly in her seat to hike her skirt up over her hips in back, exposing the bright white tops of her stockings, but still covering her panties. She leaned back again, and slowly almost imperceptibly pulled her dress aside to expose her breasts with their rock hard nipples. The slight sound she heard told her that the eyes of the men around her were now focused on her breasts, heaving gently with her more rapid breathing and glimmering in the bluish light thrown off by the movie.

Propitiously, at that moment a new sex scene was unfolding on the screen before her. She allowed her gaze to drift upward, watching the actress stroke two large cocks as her hand found its way to her crotch. She began to rub her pussy through her now-moist panties. She knew that the darkness of the theater made it difficult to see exactly what her hand was doing, but also knew that their minds were filling in the blanks as their eyes, guided by her glowing white stockings, took in the scene. She began to hear zippers around her and knew that the men were taking their cocks out to stroke slowly while watching her.

After a few minutes of teasing herself, she stood suddenly, then pulled her panties down slowly, seductively. Resuming her seat, the carefully pulled her high-heel clad feet from the panties, then, brazenly, offered the crotch to the two men in front of her, allowing them to sniff its damp, sweet aroma. She handed her panties to Him and then relaxed back into her seat, letting her fingers play in the darkness of her thighs. She could hear the soft sighs and rhythmic motions associated with ten or more men stroking their cocks around her as her fingers worked more urgently into her wet, naked pussy. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear that were beginning to drive her mad. The action on the screen was suddenly over, but her release was building, growing inside her as her back began to arch, lifting her hips from the seat as her moans escaped her lips and her hips began to undulate. He leaned over and whispered that she should be quieter and she realized that her moans were louder than the movie soundtrack, but she couldn’t stop. The tension of trying to restrain her moans as passion racked her body was too much, and she cascaded over the edge into her first glorious orgasm of the day.

She sat still for a moment with her fingers buried inside her pussy, letting the tension slowly drain from her body – her eyes closed tightly. A whispered “thank you” from her right brought her back to reality and she leaned forward in her seat, opening her eyes and giving a smoldering look of satisfaction to the gentlemen to her right, who at first looked away embarrassed, but then turned to meet her erotic gaze – he was in her power. She then took an opportunity to more brazenly survey the men around her, meeting their gazes with a white hot intensity, then glancing behind her to see what she had wrought. Here and there she saw stiff cocks buried in balled fists and was again excited by her power over these men. Some were even standing in their seats across the aisle to get a better view of her body.

She thought for a bit as another pointless interlude droned on the screen and whispered to Him, “I want that one” – pointing to the well-dressed guy in the front row who had agreed to be their look out. He agreed, and she leaned forward and asked the guard to sit next to her. The man in front virtually jumped form his seat, and she saw his hard, exposed cock as he slid down the row to sit next to her. After what seemed like an eternity, the action on the screen finally began to get interesting again. The heroine had demanded that her two friends, who were strangers, have sex and they were complying. As the blonde on the screen took the man’s hard cock into her mouth, she let her hands begin their work again, fingers working her clit and sliding between her lips.

While watching the action onscreen, she kept one eye on the man next to her. His cock was erect and visible as she asked, in a whisper, him to stroke it for her. His large fist enveloped his cock and began stroking slowly as her fingers were doing their work in her pussy. Her attention was now fully on her paramour, and she let her hand move to his thigh as he stroked. Slowly, she slid her hand up his thigh to cup his balls and then adjusted so she could grasp it fully as he released his grip. He came almost immediately from her touch, and she again felt her power over these men. She released his cock and massaged his balls until he pulled a towelette from his pocket and began to wipe up his cum. The action on the screen was now getting hot and loud. She realized that this would be an opportunity for her, so she increased the speed of her own fingers and brought herself to the brink. Her passion again lifted her from the seat as she arched her back, letting her head loll over the seat-back, eyes closed. Her moans escaped from her lips in time with those on the screen and her body tensed in sublime orgasm. This time, He did not tell her to be quiet, as her moans mixed with those from the screen and her release was full.

As she was enjoying the afterglow of her second orgasm that day, someone said “manager’s coming.” She quickly covered up and sat as if watching a Saturday afternoon double feature, pure as a church mouse. The gentleman at the end of her row then stood, said thank you again, and departed. The crowd began to settle down, thinking this was the end. She still had a surprise.

After a few minutes, when many of the men had returned their attention to the screen, she leaned over to Him and said “it’s time.” He knew what that meant, and he reached into the bag he had carried into the theater and produced a tube of KY and a 10’ dildo, which he passed to her. This dildo was special – it glowed in the dark. She knew that it was hard for the men to see what she was doing to her pussy in the dark, and a friend had purchased her this dildo as a “visual aid.” The tension increased around her anew, as the men leaned in to see what would happen next.

As the movie moved on to the next sex scene, she brought the head of the dildo to her lips and kissed it provocatively. She rested the end of its length against her chest, and its glow shone pleasingly around her face. As the actress in the movie began to suck an enormous cock, she pressed the dildo between her lips and took it deep into her mouth, sliding it in and out as her fingers on her other hand lifted the hem of her skirt and returned to working her pussy. Further in she worked the dildo, deep throating it, as she felt the energy around her build and heard the rhythmic movements of guys jacking off slowly. As her pussy became quite damp, she released the dildo from her lips, and shimmied down in her chair until her ass rested on the very edge, giving her full access to her pussy. She let the dildo trace a wet path down her chest as her hands again pushed her dress open, stopping to unbutton those few buttons around her waist that she hand never unbuttoned, and letting it fall fully away, exposing her nakedness from head to thigh-highs (though her arms were still in the sleeves and she could cover up quickly should Jerry show). She then lifted her left leg, and swung it over His knee – and swung her right leg over the guard’s knee spreading herself wide, as the wet tip of the dildo continued its downward travels, stopping briefly at her engorged clit – where it began to tease almost of its own will.

The men were closing in around her, their breath audible and their intensity feeding her actions. She lowered the dildo to her lips and slowly pushed it inside, working it deeper and deeper. Though she was nervous about Jerry, she knew that she could cover up quickly and hide the dildo simply by closing her legs – so she let her mind wander freely, as she took in the faces – and here and there an exposed cock – surrounding her. She worked the dildo in deep and left it hanging their glowing from her now clearly defined pussy, grasping it by her Kegel muscles, as she let her hands roam back up her body to pinch her nipples roughly. One hand then returned to her clit to work small circles.

All around her, the tension was palpable. It was as if a blast furnace had been turned on, only the heat was coming from her body and those around her. A glance to her right revealed a new guy in the place of the one who left, pounding his hard cock. A glance over her shoulder rewarded her with a hard dick, attached to the clean cut fellow in the suit she’d seen earlier, not five inches from her right ear. In front of her, a black man was stroking his enormous shaft as he stood and watched over the shoulder of the guy in the polo shirt. She was in heaven. As the stroking became harder, she reached down with her free hand to grab the dildo and worked it faster and harder, in and out of her pussy, her juices having long ago removed the need for the KY. Her other hand worked her clit furiously. Gradually, around her she began to notice streams of cum shooting from the cocks of her admirers. This just drove her on, as the dildo began to pound her pussy and her clit became even more rigid. As the climax was reached on screen, she moaned very loudly, her tensed legs again lifting her off her seat as her eyes closed and her head lolled, her hips jerking wildly with the most intense orgasm of the day. The moans of the cumming men around her punctuating the flashing colors she was seeing behind her closed eyelids.

She slowly began to calm down, lowering her hips back to her seat. After a few minutes, she felt that she could safely move the dildo without relapse, and pulled it soaked from her hot pussy. After cleaning it with her tongue to the delight of her audience, she passed it to Him and he put it away. She said “thank you” to the assemblage, and they returned the thanks. She then relaxed into the chair and buttoned up her dress, as if to say “that’s all boys.” After watching the movie for about five more minutes – once the guys’ attention had again returned primarily to the screen – He said “let’s go” and they rose quickly and headed straight for their car. No one was rude enough to follow. In the car, the kissed passionately and his hand roamed her body while he drove. Once home, they celebrated the successful outing the way they always did – with mind blowing sex.

The End



The Theater



As we dressed for the movies that evening, Cal kept glancing at me to see what I would be wearing. I knew what I wanted to happen there, but what I wore may surprise you. Instead of wearing something simple, like a tank top and shorts, I donned a very slinky, very elegant black evening dress. It was an expensive dress, consisting of thin spaghetti straps, a low, square-cut neckline, and short hemline. It was slit up the side, so that when I crossed my legs a long expanse of flesh was exposed, enough to reveal a band of white flesh above the tops of my stockings. Beneath it I wore a garter belt, thong panties, and no bra. I took a long time applying my blue sparkling eye-shadow and mascara, accented by harsh Ferrari-red lipstick. I was no longer the shrinking violet of my college days. Now that both Cal and I were earning good money, I had changed my looks completely. My long, blond hair flowed in waves down over my shoulders, and my ice blue eyes were dazzling behind new contact lenses. I dressed to accentuate my large breasts now, not to hide them, and my long nipples, when aroused, never failed to attract attention. At 5'8" tall, with a 37D-27-36, 140 pound body, I was built for fucking, and damned if I wasn't going to do it.

"Marti . . . ."

"Yes, darling?"

"Can . . . can I wear the panties, too. The ones you bought me?" Cal asked meekly.

"Would it excite you, darling?" I asked, knowing, of course, it would.

"Yes!" he hissed, his eyes glowing with excitement.

"Then wear them, you little faggot," I smirked.

Like a little boy, I thought, he scrambled to put the panties on over his already erect cock. As he dressed in a pair of conservative trousers and a Polo shirt, I applied some of my most seductive perfume - Opium. Old, I realize, but still quite effective, especially where I was putting it . . . near my pussy and around my nipples. Cal observed all this, of course, and his little cock seemed to throb with excitement as he realized why I was dabbing perfume near my cunt.

Within the hour we were walking from our car into the movie theater. It was located in a seedy section of town, in a strip mall. At one end of the block of five or six stores, an adult book store seemed to doing a good business. At the other end of the block was a tacky "lingerie photo op" store advertising "live models." I wondered what it would be like to pose in lingerie for strangers, and I decided I would probably love it.

Inside the theater the man behind the counter looked stunned to see a gorgeous, fashionably dressed blonde accompanied by an equally well-dressed man. Clearly this place catered to the blue jeans and flannel shirt crowd, judging from the looks of the two or three patrons I observed hanging around outside the men's room. As Cal bought the tickets, the cashier continued to stare at me. I smiled, reached up and fondled one of my breasts, then winked at him. He smiled back, knowingly, and as we turned to walk toward the auditorium, said, "Have a great time in there, folks." I looked over my shoulder and said, "we will if we can find someone to fuck me." His grin disappeared, and he just stared at me, stunned at my boldness.

"Honey, maybe you shouldn't have said that," Cal whimpered.

"Shut up, Cal," I said, feeling more and more excited as we approached the sounds coming from the movie of someone fucking. Inside the theater we stood at the top of the aisle for a moment, waiting for our eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. There was a wide aisle between the back wall and the first row of seats, and as my vision improved, I noticed a line of four or five men leaning against the back wall. A couple of them had their cocks out, masturbating, and as soon as I recognized what they were doing, I felt my pussy flooding with hot cunt juice. Cal had been telling me the truth . . . this place was a cesspool of decadent activity.

"Let's sit down," I said, leading Cal down the aisle. About half way down the auditorium was a row separated from the one in front of it by several feet. I chose to sit in that row, although Cal was meekly squeaking his concerns about my selection.

"Honey, if we sit there we won't have any protection from the seats in front of us, and we . . . well . . . we'll be exposed. We won't be able to do anything without being seen by everyone."

"Jesus, Cal," I sighed. He was just like a worried little kid. "In case you've forgotten, Cal, the reason we're here is TO be seen. I thought you WANTED men to see me masturbating . . . and to see your cock."

"Well, yeah, sure, but . . . I . . . oh never mind," he sulked.

I ignored him, and moved to the center of the row, pulling my skirt half way up my ass as I sat down, revealing a wide expanse of flesh between the top of my black stockings and the edge of my skirt. No sooner had we sat down then a couple of men moved directly into the row behind us. I turned to look at them momentarily, and was pleased to see they at least appeared to be halfway decent looking men, in their forties or perhaps fifties. Good enough to suck, and perhaps fuck, I thought to myself.

Beside me Cal was fidgeting. He was watching the on-screen action of a woman who actually looked a lot like me being fucked by two black men with huge cocks. I felt my curiosity growing as I wondered what it would feel like to be abused by men with such huge cocks, and as I pondered the question, I reached under my skirt and touched my pussy.

"Take your cock out, Cal," I said, loudly enough for the men behind us to hear me.

"Oh God, should I?" he whined.

"Cal, just do it, okay?" I sighed, disgusted at his chicken shit attitude. He looked around at the men behind us first, then unbuckled his trousers and unzipped them. I watched, excited as Cal slowly tugged his pants down to his knees, revealing the bright red panties, beneath which his cock was already making a tent.

"Play with it, Cal. Let it stick out over the top of my panties, and play with it," I commanded, my fingers touching my own wet panties as Cal did as I requested. Watching his fingers rubbing his small cock as it stuck out over the top of the red panties excited me, and I turned to see if our friends behind us were watching. They were. They, too, were also masturbating now, and I could hear the rapid, rhythmic stroking of two cocks beating off behind us.

"Touch me," I said to one of the men. "Put your hands inside my dress and play with my tits," I urged. No repeat instructions were required. Instantly a pair of rough hands was sliding over my breasts. One of the hands was greasy, and I wondered if it was pre-cum lube. Then over my other shoulder another hand crept inside my dress, fondling my other tit.

"OH God," I moaned, as Cal turned to see what was happening. His eyes grew wider and I stared at him and said, "Two strangers are playing with my tits, darling. They're tweaking my bare nipples, Cal, while they play with their cocks. Tell them to come up here and sit next to me. Move over and make room for them."

Cal didn't hesitate. He invited the men to join us, and immediately moved over to let them. The men quickly got up and came down to sit with us . . . with me, one on each side of me. Their cocks were erect, and impressive, and when I began to squeeze each of them, the men began feeling my thighs. I raised up, and pulled up my dress, then sat back down again, spreading my legs wide enough so I could drape one over each of theirs. 

"Finger me," I moaned, feeling them pulling my panties aside, feeling them feeling my wet pussy as they suddenly slid their fingers inside me. "OH GOD!" I gasped, tugging on my dress, pulling it higher, exposing my naked tits for them. "Touch me everywhere," I cried out, suddenly coming, so explosively it surprised me. "Oh YESSSSS!" I hissed, loudly, as my orgasm shocked me, causing my body to twitch and jerk violently.

"Jesus Christ she's a hot cunt," one of the men said, leaning into me, wiping his drizzling cock across my thigh and onto my stocking, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum on my leg.

"Take my dress off," I said, holding my arms straight up in the air. They did as I asked, removing the dress, pulling it up over my head. "Give it to my husband. Tell him to take care of it for me while you fuck me," I said, heady with lust, and desire.

"Here," I heard the man between Cal and me say. Cal thanked him . . . actually thanked the fucker.

I said to the man, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Shit yeah," the guy said.

"You have to let my husband suck your cock first," I said. Then, to Cal, "Do it, Cal. Suck his cock for me. Make it hard, real hard. Put my dress on the floor and kneel on it. Then suck his cock."

Cal groaned, then did as I asked, folding my dress, placing it on the floor, then dropping to his knees in front of the man. As I watched, the other man next to me continued feeling my naked tits and my stomach, thighs, and ass. I turned to him and said, "When your buddy fucks me, I want your cock in my mouth, okay?"

"Oh God yes. I'd love that," he said.

"I know," I smiled, turning toward Cal and his friend. Cal was sucking the cock in earnest now, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked the man's cock. Cal was making little mewing sounds, and jacking off his own dick as the man grinned down at my husband's servitude.

"He's wearing your panties, isn't he," the man said.

"Yes. He's a little faggot. Loves to wear them, and suck cum from my pussy. So far he's only sucked out his own, but tonight he's going to be chowing down on several hot loads of strange cum. I think he's going to love it almost as much as me."

"Well he better stop sucking me or he's going to get a mouthful directly from my dick," the man groaned.

"Cal, that's enough. Let him fuck me now," I snapped. Cal backed away from the man's cock, and I noticed a drool of spit dripping from Cal's face as the man rolled over on top of me and began probing my crotch with his cock.

"Put his cock in my pussy for me, darling," I said, and Cal quickly moved closer to us, grasping the man's dick, then spreading my cunt open for it before sliding it into me.

"Oh Goddddd!" I moaned, raising my legs, wrapping them around the man's waist. I turned toward the other man, kissed him, and told him to stand next to me and fuck my mouth. Other men were all around us now, and before I began sucking the man next to me, I said to our new lovers, "You can all come on my face, if you like, or wait and fuck me, your choice. But if you fuck me, you have to let my husband suck your cock first. You can come in his mouth, or on his face, too, if you prefer that. Can't they, Cal," I said, watching my husband for his reaction. His eyes were so excited, so filled with desire that I knew he'd do anything I asked of him.

"Y . . . yes . . . I . . . I'll suck any of you, and you can come in my mouth, or on me, or you can fuck my wife. Whatever you want," he groaned, his voice shaking with excitement. "What a little wimp," someone said, and I laughed. Cal shook with joy over being called that, however, and I realized just how deep his need to be humiliated was becoming.

I turned back to the man next to me then, as the man on top of me continued fucking me. Opening my mouth, the man next to me slid his cock inside, and in seconds he was coming, filling me with blast after blast of hot cum. From somewhere behind me I heard a man groan, and felt cum raining down onto my face from his cock. Then the man inside me was coming, and I cried out with joy as spurt after spurt of his hot cum squirted deeply up inside my cunt.

Another man came down and stood next to Cal, offering his cock. "Here, fag. Suck this to get it ready to fuck your wife with," he said, laughing at how quickly Cal gobbled up the offered cock. I was breathing deeply, when from behind me a man groaned, telling me to turn around. I did, and was met with a face full of hot cum. I moaned with pleasure and the man pressed his spurting cock against my cheek, wiping it all around my face as it continued to ejaculate cum all over me. Opening my mouth, I captured the elusive cock and sucked greedily as the last two spunk blasts spewed into my mouth. 

I was on fire now, and suddenly the man Cal had been sucking slid his cock into me, into my cum-filled cunt. 

"Oh GOD yes, FUCK ME!" I shouted, as loudly as I could. The crowd of men around me now must have contained everyone in the theater. Everywhere I turned I could see men, jacking off, waiting to fuck me, or to come on me. Cum rained down on my shoulder, and on my face from behind me, from next to me, and inside me, as the man I was fucking unloaded his jism with a long, deep thrust, his groans driving me over the line to another shattering orgasm.

"God DAMN she's hot . . . so beautiful, too," someone said.

"Best fucking looking slut I've ever seen anywhere," another added.

I relished their compliments, flopping my head back against the seat as yet another cock exploded cum all over my face and in my hair. I was giggling madly now, as another man began fucking me. Was that three . . . or four? I'd lost count as I lay there, my legs spread out in front of me, panties drenched in cum, twisted sideways, exposing my naked stomach and shaved pussy. Cal was gobbling another cock, and this one apparently couldn't wait for me. I heard Cal moan, and saw the man filling Cal's mouth with cum. My husband's own cock exploded then, all over my leg. God I loved it, this decadence, this perversion.

And yet . . . I wanted more. Suddenly I knew what, and the thought of what I was going to ask for thrilled me.

"Piss on me . . . somebody . . . everybody . . . please . . .shower me, shower us, my husband and I. Piss all over us . . . make him drink it, and me. PLEASEEEEEE!" I begged.

"Jesus CHRIST what a slut," a man laughed.

"Well shit, let's do it to them," someone giggled madly.

"YES PLEASE! DO IT!" I begged, my voice sounding strange, as though it was someone else's. 

Suddenly I felt it . . . felt the warm rain, the golden rain of piss splattering down onto me. The man who was fucking me backed off quickly, cursing, as he jacked off his cock over my pussy until he, too, was spewing cum down onto my body.

"CAL . . . eat me, NOW!" I screeched, reaching out, grabbing him by the hair, pulling him into my gooey pussy. Cal immediately scrambled over to my spread thighs, burying his face in the dirty mess with glee, relishing it, wallowing in my soiled, scummy, spunk-filled cunt. I wiped my pussy up and down on his face as more piss splattered down onto me, in my hair, onto my face.

"Oh GOD YESSSSS!" I screamed, as loudly as I could, turning my head back toward the men behind me, opening my mouth, tasting their piss as it splashed down onto me from several cocks all at once. My body was soaked in cum and piss, and when one of the men turned around and offered me his ass, I greedily licked it, too, pushing my tongue upward, tasting his sweat and shit. I came so hard I thought I would die, and still I wanted more.

"GIVE . . . IT . . . TO . . . MEEEEEE!" I screamed, my mouth open as he bent forward, pushing his ass into my face. The first fart filled my nostrils with such an intensely perverse stench I almost vomited, forcing my face to remain where it was as he pushed and grunted, trying to give me what I was not sure I wanted, yet knew instinctively that I had to have.

And then I felt it on my tongue . . . tasted it as it plopped into my mouth, slowly, slithering inside my mouth like some kind of chocolate dildo. Only it wasn't a dildo . . . or a cock . . . it was shit, his shit, and I was sucking it, the acrid bitter taste so oppressive I could barely stand to have it in my mouth.

"God DAMN, what a sick fuck this bitch is," someone offered.

"Oh God, Marti, no!" Cal gasped as he watched me eating the man's shit. I turned toward Cal, and the rest of the man's turd slid across my face and onto my neck. My body was shaking so much now it felt as though I had a fever, and when I bent down and kissed Cal, letting him taste it, too, sharing it with him, he moaned, howled, actually, a long, eerie, anguished howl, like a wounded animal. And then he was pushing his tongue into my mouth, licking my lips, my face, sharing the sensation with me. Someone else began pissing on us, and I laughed, giggling wildly, like a mad woman, which by then I of course was.

Afterward, I picked up my dress from the floor and put it on. It was wet, sticky with cum, and so was I. Cal and I quickly walked up the aisle and into the bathroom to clean up. I joined him in the men's room, curious about what it looked like. A man was standing at the urinal pissing when we entered, and when he saw me he looked at me as though he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. He had obviously only just arrived, and I felt it only fair he had some fun with me, too. Walking over to where he was standing, I sank to the floor and took his pissing cock inside my mouth, drinking the piss from it as he looked on in total amazement. When he was finished pissing, I squeezed and fondled him until he was hard, then sucked him off until he was coming in my mouth. Removing the cock from between my lips, I held it against my face, wiping it all around on my face until it finally stopped spurting. 

The man thanked me, then left, quickly. I stood up, grinned at Cal, kissed him again, letting him taste some of the man's cum and piss, then turned to the sink, splashing water over my face, cleansing it with some of the industrial strength soap from a large container of liquid soap sitting on the counter next to the sink. Cal did the same, and we left. As we walked out into the lobby, the cashier stared at me with hungry eyes. A new arrival did the same, cursing his luck for having arrived too late to have had me.

"Better luck next time, fella," I grinned. "And don't worry . . . there WILL be a next time, won't there, Cal?"

"Anything you say, dear," he answered meekly, as we walked out into the warm Dallas night and to our car . . . .



The Theater



This past weekend has been one of the most adventurous moments of my life, with going to a nude beach and then being escorted by my other half to an Adult Theater. Lets say has been a unique experience. As we entered the establishment and telling the counter person it was our first time, he went around so to meet us at the door, and was going to give us a tour. We walked through a small store area and led towards a theater where there was a big screen and a movie playing. Of course it was of adult content and immediately I was blushing since I have not seen a lot of this type of entertainment. As we walked in, to the left of us was a small area with bench seats and a few singled out leather benches that could be moved about. Red Sheer curtains went around giving some privacy but this area was only for male/female couples only. To our right was another area couples could go, but here, you were allowed to invite others to join. Walking a bit further into the theater there was your standard open seats for all to sit and last to the right, was a small blocked off area with a bed where those could watch by looking over a wall or through a window. This room though had a lock so not anyone could enter unless invited. 

Once the tour was done, my other half looked to me and asked where I wanted to get started. I took him by the hand and we went into the couple only area. Out in the chairs below us, were several men watching the movie. A few turned around to take a peek at what was going on, but I did my best to ignore them. Being the only couple, we had choice seats. After watching the movie for a bit, my husband re-assured me I would be safe, and I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to. Then he got up, and started to remove all his clothing. Now completely naked, he then approached me so to help me out of my clothing. I let him remove my tank top and he proceeded to kiss my now hardening breasts. With little nibbles on each breast, and the teasing by his roaming hands, I knew I would want to play. 

So I stood up... walked away a few steps and then proceeded to wiggle out of my shorts and then tossed them aside. Now, I lower myself to the floor, crawling slowly towards my husbands legs and then let my hands spread them so I could slide between them and grasped his hardness in my hand; I lower my mouth over him and start sucking his cock. My hand stroking him up and down... my tongue wrapped around him. I forget everything around me, only focusing on what I am doing till I felt him put his hands in my hair. I lean back on my heels as I remember where I was, and I got up to sit next to him. My eyes grew big as I realized that there were more men now, and they were all standing outside the couple's area watching us. My hands I put about me, now feeling shy and nervous and yes part of me wanted to snatch my clothes and run. I had never been watched before by so many and my heart started pounding. My husband pulled me close and whispered in my ear, to see if I was okay. I closed my eyes to make them all go away and tried to forget my fear and only what I wanted to do. I nodded that I was going to be okay and my husband said he would help and then he climbed between my legs. 

He had me lay back on the bench and told me to close my eyes... His hands slowly moved up and across my breasts. Teasing and pinching each one and then once aroused his hand move between my legs. I grab at the seat and try not to think and just to feel what my husband is doing. I take a few deep breaths and then settle myself, just feeling the sensation of his mouth teasing me. Kissing the inside of my thigh, he slowly moves back up. His wet tongue starts to trace up each side of my soft lips. Feeling his finger enter me as he sucked on my little nub, starts to drive my senses wild. Not wanting to cum yet, I pull away but feeling much better. My husband looks up to me concerned and I wave him up to sit next to me, careful to keep my eyes averted so not to get scared again. 

As he moves to my side, I get up on my knees next to him. Moving to go back down on him, I hear someone clear their voice and look up to see one of the strangers I saw walk in a bit after we did. Curious now, I watch him lean in and he asks if he can help. Looking to my husband, we both see that we are okay with it, and wave him into the couple's area. I move my head back to my husbands' hardness and then to my surprise, the guy goes down on his knees before us and starts to spread my husband's legs. My head shoots up very quickly and I look to my husband's face to see his reaction. We both are very surprised and leaning in to make sure he is okay, or should I stop our visitor, he nods in consent and I watch our stranger go down on my husband. Never seeing this before with one I have been with, I pause to contemplate the situation. 

Watching the man take my husband deep into his mouth, I wondered if I should be bothered, or if it would turn me off, but I wasn't and it didn't. Then I was concerned why I wasn't but then I decided in the end it was only sex, so why not enjoy it as long as all were comfortable. So brushing all my thoughts aside, I bent over to join our new guest. Our tongues touching, I watch him open his eyes and saw a hint of surprise. We both move to each side, licking at its hardness and taking turns of putting my husband's cock down each of our throats. After a while, we both raised our heads and our visitor asked if he could touch me. I nodded and then he moved to my left and took off his clothes.

Because I wanted room, I asked if we could move the bench out to the middle of the floor and looking over to see how it would fit. Again I saw all them that that was about us. Not one bare space around the whole area was vacant. Almost every man there had their cock out, and was stroking, pulling, playing with each of what they had. I quickly moved my head back and behind my husband's back, bashful as none other and almost again thought of running. My husband, pull me out from behind and wrapped his arms about me, soothing my fears and then pointed out that no one, were coming inside the area unless we asked them and that they were only wanting to watch. Reassured, I move towards the bench and stretched out across it, but once again with my eyes close so not to think about those that were so close. Knowing they were in hands reach of touching me....

I felt my husband move towards my head at the top of the bench, he leaned over me so I could take him deep in my mouth. He knew I needed something to distract me, while our stranger was getting ready to enter me. 

Our new friend got back down between my legs. One of his hands was placed on my thigh and his other moved to the bench to steady it. He bent back down to lick at my lips... his tongue running from the outside of my lips, than deeper within me. I started to wiggle on the bench enjoying the sensation of what his tongue was doing to me and I couldn't help but make small moaning noises. 

Feeling the stranger move his mouth away, his hands move to grabbed at my legs and pull me down... Out came my husband's cock of my mouth and immediately I attempt to move my hands up to keep him close to me, however at that moment I felt our stranger enter my wet pussy and instead my hands grasp the bench. Feeling the sensation of him filling me made me gasp out and then I feel the bench move with each thrust.... To help... I decide to change positions...

Stopping everyone, I sit up and now see more guys about us; their cocks now all out, so close that I could almost reach out to touch them if I wanted to. Parts of me actually thought of it, but then looking to their faces I froze. I then turn to move about and take the position of doggie style. Another man has moved next to my husband to help the bench from moving. Now I feel our stranger grab my hips a bit rougher. His cock he slides into me again and with this position being my favorite. I feel him hit certain spots and know I cannot last much longer. 

Again though, I looked up at our small audience and seeing everyone watching us, really started to turn me on even more. Knowing I was the center of their attention, seeing all their cocks out and having them stroking them was an amazing feeling. 

Then there was having a complete stranger filling my pussy... I knew we all would not last long, so I reached out for my husband. I pulled him close to me and wrapped a hand about my husband's leg better for support. My husband I could tell was getting turned on as well and so I took his thick hard cock into my mouth and started to deep throat him. Moving over him with long deep motions, I started to hear his moans of pleasure. Then I felt our stranger move up behind me, his hands placed on my hips to help with what he was doing, which was now becoming harder and deeper. Being between both of them...Squeezing my eyes shut, I knew I couldn't take any more. I let my husband's cock go from my mouth, and with a few final thrusts of the strangers cock inside me, I cry out as my orgasm takes me over. Screaming... My pussy tightens about him and my fingers grip the bench tightly as I then feel him fill me with his cum. 

Feeling the stranger lie across my back... knowing we both are trying to catch our breaths. My husband helps me up and he moves us back to the bench against the wall. He lays me on my back and I feel him kneel over me and then fills me with cock Being filled with the strangers cum, I smile at my husband and ask if he is enjoying being in his wife's cum filled pussy. With a moan and quick nod, I know he is turned on by what we have done. His thrusts become quicker and harder... Reaching up, I wrap my hands about his neck and pull him closer to me. Kissing him deeply and passionately... I start to meet his thrusts with my hips, knowing he is going to cum soon. I turn my head to the side to whisper in his ear... "Maybe next time love... It can be with two strangers and I will have you clean me afterwards". With a groan ... I feel him fill me with his cum... 

Turning my head, I still see the strangers surrounding us and start to feel nervous again. With it all being over, I whisper to my husband to see if we can go home now; sitting up, he tells the others we are done. Then moves to grabs our clothes... we get dress and leave. Once out to the car, and finally on the freeway... I had a grin on my face and in turning to my husband; he just gave me one huge grin...told me how happy I made him and then sheepishly asked me when I wanted to go back...



The Theater Pt. 01



About a mile from my apartment is a porno theater. It plays hardcore porn films and is as seedy as it gets. Most of the people there are black and Latin men. I'm a petite white guy who has recently started to crossdress. Something about wearing slutty girls clothes makes me really horny. 

I'd drive past that theater and imagine walking in dressed like a total slut. High heels, thigh high stockings, black gstring, mini skirt, lace bra and a wig of long blonde hair. I'd think about that at night and stroke my cock while I played with my tight smooth hole with a thin black butt plug I bought at a local sex store. Fantasy only. But sometimes, fantasies become realities. 

One day, after I had been getting high on some really strong 420 and skiing a little, I got so horny that I decided to do something about it. I just wanted to tease some horny men with my sexy little body. Nothing more. I work hard staying in shape. Especially my legs and ass. I do a lot of stairs and squats so my ass is perfectly round. I shave my body smooth as well. If I'm feeling really sexy, I get a fake tattoo that comes off with rubbing alcohol and put that on. That day I looked in my bag and saw a queen of spades tattoo. I put it on, centered right above my ass. I put on a red lace g-string (that made my ass look really sexy) and a pair of skin tight black booty shorts. I pulled up the strings of my panty so you could see them. The booty shorts barely covered my ass and left the tramp stamp visible. I put on a pair of cowboy boots and a half crop top that showed off my smooth and tight belly. I packed a little carry bag with some poppers, analese, KY jelly warming lube, my buttplug, an 8ball of Coke and a one hitter with some really strong medical weed. I also put in a blonde wig and some lip stick. 

I walked down the street like that. My round ass was moving back and forth and as the area got rougher, I noticed men looking at me. They would stare at my ass. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked. Pretty soon, I noticed three pretty big black guys following behind me. One of them walked up along side me. He said, "that is one fine round booty, baby." I smiled and continued to walk towards the theater. 

One of the other men walked up on my other side. He said, "you like to party with the brothers?" I looked at his crotch and nodded. He put his hand on his crotch and I could see the outline of his cock through his pants. He was HUGE. 

A block before the theater is an adult bookstore. I went in there first to see if these guys were still following me. They all came in after me. I walked into the porn video section and picked a "preview" video of hot white girls getting gang banged by hung black men in the hood. While I was picking out the video, one of the men came up right behind me. I bent over to look at another box title and spread my legs a little. He pressed against my ass and I could feel his cock throbbing through his pants. 

I went to the counter and rented the video. They put me in booth 3. I went in the booth and was so horny. There were 3 hung black men in the store who all wanted me. The thought of that made me crazy horny. From the booth next to me, I heard the voice of one of the men. "Hey baby, open the door. I'll party u up." Normally I would not have opened the door but I was really horny and needed some relief. 

I unlocked the door and it opened and closed fast. A huge black guy came in and locked the door behind him. He moved towards me and sat in the chair. "You like to blow clouds," he said as he fished out a little glass pipe from his pants. I nodded my head no and said that I'm a snow bunny. He stood up. He towered over me. I put my hand on his cock through his pants. "On your knees, bitch," he said. I slid to my knees. He unzipped his pants and a 10" semi hard black cock came out. I stroked it with my hand until it was hard. He was so thick that my hand barely fit around it. He pulled out a bag of Coke and made a big line for me and handed me a rolled up $100 dollar bill. I snorted up the line and felt my ass throb with anticipation. He put the pipe in my mouth and lit it up. I breathed in a huge lungful of white smoke. I started to cough and he clamped his big hand over my mouth to keep the smoke in. Something about that made me insanely aroused. He told me to stand up and show him my white ass. 

I turned my back to him and slid my booty shorts down over my asscheeks. I reached back and slid my g string aside and spread my ass wide for him. He slid his middle finger in my mouth and I sucked it. When it was wet, he pressed it against my tight ass and I pushed back. "Hmmmm, nice and tight," he whispered as he pressed the head of his big cock against my tight little hole. He slid a bottle of fresh poppers under my nose and I took a huge hit. My ass relaxed and I pressed back. His big cock slid halfway in. I started rocking back and forth on his cock until he was in balls deep. He wrapped his big hands around my waist and fucked me in long deep strokes. Just as he came, there was a knock on the door. I opened it a crack and a black hand handed me a thick black buttplug. "Figured that bitch ass is pretty open" and he was right. I bent all the way over and felt that huge cock pop out. The guy took the buttplug, lubed it up and pushed it in to the base. "Pull those shorts up, bitch." I did. My body was tingling at the thought of the plug inside holding this man's nutt inside my open and throbbing hole. 

I got myself together and walked out of the booth. One of the other guys came over with a black snap on collar that said "whore." He snapped a leash onto the silver buckle. The man who had just fucked me put his hand on my asscheek and walked me out of the store. It was still daylight. I felt so slutty being walked down the street like that. 

When we got to the porn theater, they bought me a ticket and walked me in. We sat in the middle of the theater. There were a bunch of black and Latin men sitting and watching a hardcore interracial gangbang of a skinny white blonde girl by 5 thug black men. One of the guys took my bag and looked inside. He pulled out the blonde wig and lipstick and told me to go put it on. 

I went to the small dirty bathroom. I put on the blonde wig and lipstick. When I looked in the mirror, I saw how hot I looked. I turned and looked at my ass. So sexy and juicy. There was a knock on the door. I opened it a crack and one of the other black guys came in. He pulled out some Coke and made me a big line on the toilet. I bent over and he told me to spread my legs. I did. He pulled the buttplug out with a pop and I could feel the warm cum from the other guy drip out. "Do the line, bitch," I heard the man behind me grunt. Just as I snorted it up, he slammed his huge cock into my hole. I moaned as he roughly fucked my ass. I begged him to make me his nigga bitch and breed me. He pounded my ass hard then went balls deep and pumped his cum in me. After he pulled his cock out, he turned me around and told me to suck him clean. He roughly face fucked me. Then told me to come out to the theater. 

Everyone in the theater heard him brutally fuck me in the bathroom. I didn't bother putting my booty shorts back on. After I did another huge line, I walked back out to the main theater. I went back to my seat and could see a huge black cock. I sat down on it and felt it slide all the way in to my balls. Soon there was another cock down my throat and a cock in each hand. Just as I felt the man come beneath me, the house lights came on. "LAPD" I heard. "Nobody move." At least ten police officers came in. I was mortified. We were all lined up facing the wall, hands up and legs spread. Cum was dripping out of my ass. One of the cops found my booty shorts and told me to put them on. I was so embarrassed. One of the other cops had my black bag and told me to come with him. 

He and his partner walked me around the corner to their squad car. They told me to bend over and spread my legs while they searched my bag. They found my Coke stash immediately. "What is this," he said as he held the clear baggie of white powder. I didn't lie. "It's Coke". They put me in the back of the squad car. 

"We are taking you downtown to twin towers," the officer said. "This is not going to go well for you. You are dressed like a street hooker and you are going to be in a cell with a bunch of gang members. Hopefully you'll make bail fast because if you don't . . ."

I could only imagine.



The Theater Pt. 02



Twin towers (part 2)

I was both panicked and totally turned on by what was happening. I was dressed like a street hooker, handcuffed in the back of a police car. My ass was still gaping and dripping cum from the nigga breeding in the porn theater. 

I noticed one of the cops checking me out in the rear view mirror. They were both big and black. Just what turns me on. I licked my lips. Crossed and uncrossed my legs. A little pool of cum was forming on the car seat from the 3 full loads that had already filled my asspussy. 

One of the cops whispered to the other, "this little white bitch is dripping on the seat." He turned and gave me a hard look. "You are going to have to clean that mess up, bitch." I moaned a little and my ass opened up and I came a little. "Pull into that alley," he directed his partner. 

They pulled into a dark alley. In Compton. One of the cops got out and opened my door. He pulled me out. I stood in front of him on shaky legs. Still wearing my stilettos and mini skirt. He towered over me. "You want this big black cock, don't you bitch" he said as he stroked it through his pants. I could tell it was huge. He unzipped his pants and his thick 12" cock came out. "Kneel, slut" he said as he lowered me to my knees. When I was in my knees I opened my mouth and he slid his cock in my wet mouth. He put his hands on either side of my face and started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. He started face fucking me. I was gagging and spit was dripping down my chin. He worked his whole cock down my throat to his balls. I came hard. When he had it all the way in, he grunted. "Here it comes, bitch," as he pumped his huge load in my belly. 

His partner came around and pulled me to my feet and turned me around. "Spread your legs and bend over slut," he said. He pulled out his cock. Easily 14" and thick. He pulled my gstring aside and put the head of his cock against my throbbing asshole. "Push back baby, open up for your new black daddy." I opened my hole up and pushed back. It was huge! And it hurt. He put his hand in front of my mouth and told me to spit. He took the spit and cum and coated his huge cock with it. "You are going to take this nigga cock to my balls and beg for my nutt, you white whore." I came again. 

I pushed back against him and another three inches of his black monster went in my ass. He pulled out and said "again." I pushed back and this time he wrapped his hands around my waist. I wasn't ready for what was about to happen. 

My face was on the back seat of the police car. He pushed my legs farther apart and told me to spread my asscheeks open. I did and he jammed the entire length of his cock into my asspussy to his balls. I had never had anything that big inside me before. I cried out in pain. He pulled his cock most of the way out and then jammed it in me again. Hard. My legs and ass were shaking. "Beg for it, bitch," he shouted as he viciously sodomized me. "Fuck me daddy, fuck me with your nigga cum" I moaned as he pounded my little pussy. He bred me hard then with a grunt pumped his load deep inside me. 

I moaned when he pulled his cock out. My hole was wide open and dripping cum. The first cop was hard again and stepped up. He slammed his big cock in me and fucked hard. After he came, the two cops stepped back and looked at my ass, bent over, spread wide and dripping with their nutt. "This is the hottest ass I've ever had," one of them said. "Better than a bitch" said the other. "Stand up" they said. "If we bring you to twin towers, you will become a total prison bitch. We think you'd like that. Or we could put you up in a motel, give you all the blow you want, and you can make some money." 

I looked at my two black masters and said,

"Take me to jail. Pick me up in a week. I'll be ready for you then."

I got back in the car and we drove downtown.



The Theater Room



Pure fiction. All persons are over 18. If readers want more, there are many avenues for the story to follow.

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It all started innocently, one weekend, when my wife Jill and I were invited down the street for a friend's birthday. Jill and I have been married 7 years, and haven't started a family, although we have talked about it. We just haven't gotten to that place in life where it feels right. We haven't ruled it out, however, and have decided that if it comes it comes, so we don't use birth control regularly.

We moved into our neighborhood about two years ago, and, since then, have become friends with some of our neighbors. Bill and Nancy live next to us. Bill is an electrical contractor, about 6 feet tall, 200 pounds and is the go to guy in the neighborhood for any type of home repairs. His wife Nancy works in an office somewhere downtown, and is the opposite of Bill. Nancy is a small lady, about 5 feet tall, brunette and can't be 100 pounds. She has a great set of tits though, probably B cub, that are proportioned to her body. She is quiet, though, and tries to keep Bill under her thump when we get together.

Mike and Marie live a couple of doors down. Mike is a successful businessman, and Marie is a stay at home mom. Mike is about 6 feet 2, and Marie is a red head about 5 feet 4, with a perfectly round ass and a set of D's that are out of sight. They seem to get along well, and are always fun to visit with at a party.

My wife, Jill is about 5 feet 6, and about 130 pounds. She carries the weight well, and her original C cups have filled out to D cups in the past couple of years. We have never discussed allowing others into our bedroom, and, while I have thought of stepping out, I have never done so, because I love Jill to much. I don't believe Jill has ever stepped out either. While I sometimes try to get adventuresome with toys and such, Jill always says that all she needs is me. Jill is somewhat conservative in bed, and, at times, appears to be afraid of letting herself go with me. I don't push it though, because I want her to have pleasure, and figure that if she is uncomfortable, she won't have as much pleasure as she could be having.

On Thursday, we received a call from Bill inviting us to a dinner party Saturday evening to celebrate Nancy's 30th birthday. It was to be a small party, with just us three couples there. Jill was excited to go, and purchased a new dress to attend. It was a black spaghetti strap dress that had a short skirt, about halfway between her hips and knees.

On Saturday evening, while we were getting dressed, and as I sat on the bed in the master bedroom, I took some time to watch Jill get dressed in the bathroom. She still gets me hard when she gets dressed. I just think it is so sexy when she sits at her counter in the bathroom, and puts her makeup on with just panties on. On this night, she had a black bra and panty set out which she was going to wear. 

The panties were black lace, and the bra was a low cup, push up type. I got hard just thinking of pushing the panty aside later and sliding my dick into her pussy. Jill has a bush, but keeps it trimmed. She prefers it that way, and it is a turn on for me to see my dick push through her hair, into her pussy. I looked at the clock, and saw that we were early, so I got up and walked into the bathroom, knelt behind Jill and reached over her shoulders and began to caress her tits. Jill has always had sensitive nipples, and can even have a small orgasm from nipple play alone. She let me play with her nipples a couple of seconds before she leaned her head back for a kiss. I bent down and gave her a deep French kiss. She put her arms back behind her and over her head and around me while we kissed. My dick began to get hard, and she had to feel it poking through my briefs on her back. However, the kiss ended, and Jill said she had to get her makeup fixed. She gave my dick a little rub and said she hoped that I would be able to put this to use later that night when we got home. I promised her it would be ready, and then she went back to fixing her makeup, and I went to get dressed.

We walked down to Bill and Nancy's and arrived around 7pm. Mike and Marie were already there. The pre-dinner wine flowed, and by the time we sat down, everybody seemed to be having a good time and enjoying the party. During dinner, we talked and joked and laughed. We had more wine, and nobody was feeling any pain. During dinner the talk turned to past trips that each of us had been on. Mike told a story where he and Maria had been to St. Bart's on a cruise. They took a tour of the town, and saw a sign for a nude beach. Mike, laughing, said they actually walked to the nude beach. He said it started as a dare from Marie, and he called her bluff. 

When they got to the beach, he said it was great, all the naked titties lying around. Marie then spoke up, laughing, and said there wasn't much there for her, just a bunch of older guys, with grey hair and shriveled dicks. Mike then said that he didn't believe that at all, because as soon as they got back to the ship, Marie practically attacked him as soon as they got to their cabin.

Nancy almost coughed up her wine when Mike and Marie said that, and sat there looking like she could not believe they had made such a comment. She looked uncomfortable, and pulled Bill's head towards her and whispered something to him. Jill then told a story about how we were in a hotel in Miami, and one evening, were enjoying a drink on our balcony.

I am sure I got a shit-eating grin on my face as she started this story. It happened when we took a long weekend to go to the beach. We had eaten dinner in the hotel and were relaxing on the balcony, listening to the waves roll in, when we heard laughing from a balcony one room over and one floor below. We both looked over the rail, and saw a young couple drinking a couple of beers, laughing, and making out. 

Soon, the beers were put aside, and the couple began to frantically kiss. The guy began playing with the girls tits, and soon, took her blouse and bra off to get to her generous tits. He bent down to suck on them, and she leaned her head back, with her eyes closed. He began rubbing her pussy through her shorts, and soon had his hand inside her pants. She reached down and slid her shorts and panties off, and was leaning with her back against the railing. He was working her pussy, and she started to moan. She also started to rub his dick through his pants, and then dropped to her knees, pulled his shorts down, and began sucking him. He was already hard and she took him all the way in. 

She sucked and licked, and played with his balls with her hand. We could see the saliva that she left on his dick, and heard him start to moan. He began to move his hips and began fucking her mouth. He began to moan loud and warned the girl that he was about to come. She pulled her mouth off of him, looked up at him and said she wanted to taste him. She immediately lowered her mouth to his dick and took him all the way in again, and then began bobbing her head quickly. He grabbed her head and began thrusting into her mouth, finally pulling her head all the way to him, shoving his dick all the way in her mouth, when he tensed up and came. The light on the balcony was just good enough that we could see some of the cum escape from her lips as she tried to swallow all of his seed. After she swallowed, she softly caressed his softening dick with her tongue to lick up any of the cum that had escaped, and as she continued to do this, his dick began to get hard again. She stood up, and pulled him back into their room, and our show was over.

As Jill told the story, I could see the flush in her cheeks that I had seen the night it happened. After the couple went inside, Jill was flushed and breathing heavy, and grabbed my hand, drug me inside and threw me on the bed, and in hurry to get me inside of her, pulled my dick out the top of my pants, pulled her panty aside, and impaled herself on me, letting out a loud moan. My dick slid right in, and she settled to the base. She began to ride me, and I pulled her tits out of her top. She bent over so I could lick her nipples. She started whimpering, telling me she was about to cum. I could feel my balls begin to tighten up, and told her I was going to fill her pussy. She told me to fill her up, and we came at the same time, with my cum shooting out of my dick with such force I thought she might be blown off of it.

Just hearing Jill tell the story, and, surprisingly, going into detail about our coupling, made my dick hard as steel. I put my hand under the table, and between Jill's legs, and felt her wet panties and knew that her pussy was on fire. 

The story Jill told had the same effect on the others at the table. Marie had her hand beneath the table and it looked like she was rubbing Mike, who looked like he was in heaven. Even Nancy seemed out of breath, and Bill's hand appeared to be rubbing Nancy's leg. 

I was just about to say that we had to get going, when Bill, who apparently had a bit too much wine, began another story. He said that just last week, while out of town, he went to a strip club, and his buddy got a blow job while sitting next to him. Bill said he was so excited; he pulled his dick out of his pants as well. I guess Bill figured out too late that he should've shut up, and Nancy jumped up from the table. She looked at Bill and yelled at him and wanted to know what else happened. Bill said nothing else happened, that he just jacked off, put his dick back in his pants, and they left. It was obvious that Nancy was steamed, and both Bill and Nancy walked into the kitchen to continue the heated discussion. 

The rest of us just sat around the table in shock. We couldn't believe that Bill was stupid enough to bring up his strip club adventure, but, we were also surprised by Nancy's outburst, as it was really out of character for her. 

After ten minutes or so, and with Bill and Nancy still in the kitchen, we decided to check on them to make sure everything was ok and to see if we could help. I volunteered to go in and talk to them, but Jill did not want to get involved in the confrontation. Mike was the same way, but Marie said she felt she should go see what was happening since it was her house. 

Marie and I got up and walked into the kitchen leaving Jill and Mike sitting at the table. We walked into the kitchen where Nancy was standing and Bill was sitting, with Nancy still reading the riot act to him. Nancy appeared to be crying and Bill looked as if his whole world had come crashing down. They stopped talking as soon as we entered. We asked if we could help, and Nancy said that she could not understand why Bill did not see her point in that what he did was wrong. Marie offered to talk with Bill to try to explain to him why Nancy was so upset. Marie and Bill then walked out of the kitchen, and into the den. As Bill was leaving, he asked me to talk to Nancy to try to get her to see his side of the story, and that he didn't cheat, as it was only jacking off.

I sat Nancy down at the kitchen table and tried to explain that Bill obviously had the chance to do more at the club, but choose not to. I tried to explain that Bill showed how much he was committed to Nancy by not being with one of the dancers. My attempt to calm Nancy down did not work, and she began crying again. I stood up, and pulled her to a hug. We stood like that a while, with Nancy crying on my shoulder and me giving support. As Nancy pressed herself to me, my dick began to get hard. Nancy had to feel it, because she started to move her body side to side, rubbing against my dick. 

She looked up at me with her tear reddened eyes and asked me what I thought cheating was. I told her I didn't know, as the word could have different definitions for different couples. She asked pinpoint if I felt Bill had cheated, and I honestly said that I did not think he had. I told her it was just a man's physical reaction to get hard when in the presence of beautiful women, and, instead of allowing himself to get pleasured by a stripper, he took care of it himself. She then asked me if that meant I thought she was beautiful, and then took her hand and rubbed by dick. She asked if my dick was hard because of her, and I honestly answered yes. She continued to rub my dick, and I knew that things could get out of control soon. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was just thanking me for talking to her. She leaned her head pack, closed her eyes and I could not help myself. I leaned down to kiss her, and we immediately began French kissing. We kissed for some time, finally coming up for air. Nancy looked at me and said she wanted to see me and taste me. I almost gave in, but I looked at the clock and saw that we had been in the kitchen for some time and reluctantly told Nancy that I couldn't and that we should go and see what the others were doing. Nancy told me thanks, and that our talk showed her how hard it must have been for Bill not to get a stripper to take care of him, because she would not have stopped herself from going further if I had not pulled away.

We walked out to the dining room, and saw that it was empty. We went into the den and saw Bill and Marie sitting on the couch talking. Nancy told Bill that she wanted to go home, and talk. Bill started to apologize, but Nancy said he didn't need to, and, with a wink to me, said that I had shown her how difficult it must have been to just jack off, and not have a dancer do it for him. Bill looked at me with a questioning look as he got up to leave, and I just shrugged my shoulders. Bill and Nancy got their things and left.

Marie looked at me, and asked how I had calmed Nancy down. I simply told her I had talked with her, and, after swearing her to secrecy, told her what had happened in the kitchen. Marie asked why I stopped, and I said that I was faithful to Jill. She asked if I wanted to go further, and I honestly said yes, but, didn't want to screw up what Jill and I had.

I then asked where Jill and Mike were. She said they went upstairs to the home theater with a bottle of wine to let us spend time with Bill and Nancy uninterrupted. Marie and I walked up the stairs, and, following her with her great ass swinging in front of me, I stated to get hard again. We got to the top of the stairs, and walked over to the theater room, where the door was closed. We opened the door, and could see a movie on the screen, but did not see Mike or Jill. The movies' sound was up so we didn't hear them, and could not see them because our eyes had not become accustomed to the darkness. We walked into the room.

It was when we walked to where we could see in-between the rows of seats that we saw them. I stopped cold. I felt Marie's hand grab mine and squeeze tight. Neither of us said a thing. I was in shock and I guess Marie was to. My eyes had finally adjusted to the lighting, and between the sconces on the wall and the light from the screen, I could see them clearly. Jill was lying on her back, with her dress bunched up around her waist. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. I could see she was in ecstasy. Her top and bra were pulled down over her tits, and I could see her nipples were excited. Her legs were spread, and I could see her panties had been pulled to the side, showing her bush. Mike was kneeling in-between her legs, and had his clothes off. His dick was hard and sticking straight out. His right hand was playing with Jill's right nipple, and his left was rubbing her pussy.

Mike moved up and over Jill, and began kissing her. From where I stood, I could see his uncovered cock rub up against my wife's pussy. I wanted to yell, to jump in and stop them, to do anything, but I could not move. I just stood there, immobile. It was like my feet were in concrete. I tried to talk, but nothing came out. Tears began to form in my eyes, and I noticed that Marie had let go of my hand. I turned to see why, and she was walking out the door. I don't know why I didn't follow. I don't know why I didn't do something, anything. But, I just stood there, as if I was frozen. I turned back towards Mike and Jill. He was now rubbing his dick up and down along my wife's pussy, smearing her juices along her slit, in her bush, and rubbing against her clit.

I swear, I tried to move, but couldn't. I could not understand why I did not do something. I was heartbroken. I had always felt that if I was ever in this situation, I would kill the guy, but, now, I just felt an overwhelming sadness. I began to think that if this is what Jill wants, than she was not worth stopping.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Jill loudly moan. I knew why. I knew what had happened. I looked at Jill's pussy. I saw Mike's dick enter her pussy. I saw his mushroom head part her pussy lips, and slowly enter the place I thought was reserved for me. I saw his dick slide deep inside. Jill's legs came up off the ground and wrapped around his back. Mike pulled out, almost to the tip, and drove back down. They were fucking. I could see Jill's moisture on his dick, and could see the wetness of her pussy. I don't know how long I watched, but eventually I could tell they were getting close to cuming, and Mike sped up his thrusts. Jill began to whimper, in a way that I thought was just for me. I could see her arms wrap around Mike's ass and pull him deeper into her. I watched her hands move to his back, and eventually his neck, scratching him along the way. I saw Mike shove his dick all the way in and tense up. I saw his balls get tight, and knew that he was pumping my wife full of his cum. I watched as Mike then fell down on top of Jill, and his softening dick slipped out of her pussy.

I could not take it anymore. I saw his dick slip out and rub against her wet pussy. I saw his dick smear their juices on her bush, and, I could see his cum as it began to seep out of my wife. They shared a passionate kiss, engrossed in each other, not noticing that I was standing there. I saw Jill kiss Mike with a passion that used to be reserved for me.

I turned and walked out, leaving the door open. I walked downstairs, and found Marie crying in the den. She looked at me with tear stained cheeks and red eyes, and asked if they had done it. I said, sadly, that they had. She then came to me and started to bang her fists on my chest, asking why, why. I didn't know what to tell her. I could not even figure out why I had not stopped it. I gathered my coat, and walked out the door, and headed home.

I walked into the front door of our house. I poured myself a scotch, and sat on the couch, in the dark. I could not understand why I had done nothing but watch. I didn't feel excited, and did not have a hard on, but, did I have one when I watched? I don't think I did. Yet, I couldn't move. And what were my thoughts as to not stopping them. Questions ran through my head; did Jill still love me? Was this a one time event? Why would she do this to me? Was this a new dimension in our lives, and was I ready for it? Then, my thoughts moved to why I had stopped holding Nancy, and, should I have continued. Finally, bolting upright, I began to shiver; Jill let Mike cum inside her.

Bringing me out of my thoughts was the front door opening, and in walked Jill.