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Wednesday

By: krullsnoopy



This is the second story of Jeff and Megan. Please read "Their Best Valentines Day Ever" first. Thanks and enjoy.

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Tuesday:

Jeff and Megan weren't supposed to see each other again until Friday night. Fate however brought them together sooner. The two had been talking through email as they usually do throughout the day.

Their email conversation though quickly became more and more erotic. Reliving the events of Valentines Day and what they didn't get to do. Jeff much bolder and telling Megan what he wanted to do to her right now. 

Tuesday flew by with Megan having trouble paying attention to her work. The emails she was getting from Jeff were so powerful and vivid she regretted not wearing panties to work. Even more so enticing Jeff with telling him she wore none. The emails he was sending her had her mind racing with fantasies. Each new email caused her to grow wetter and wetter. As she walked down the hall she could feel her lips squishing together. She even thought she could hear the sounds, hopping no one else did!

The day finally coming to an end Megan said goodbye to Jeff and that she was looking forward to Friday night.

Upon returning home she went straight upstairs and unlocked her safe containing her relief. Jeff had bought her the safe to hold all their new toys they had accumulated. Megan selected what she new would to the job the quickest, a silver bullet. 

Megan didn't even bother to undress. Pulling her skirt up to her waist she quickly found out just how wet she was. She was drenched, her inner thighs covered with juices. She quickly brought the bullet in contact with her protruding clit. 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm......

Yes, that was the spot, the vibrations sent shockwaves through her body. Now her other hand quickly lifted her shirt and slipped a hand inside her bra. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Quickly grasping a nipple between her fingers rolling it back and forth with just a little pressure. 

The bullet now turned to max speed. Making little circles around her clit she was fast approaching orgasm. Her mind raced remembering the emails Jeff had sent. Imagining it was his talented tongue on her clit and his fingers delving into her soaked pussy. 

Ahhhhhh that was all she could take. Her body started shaking and her moans escaped her lips. She was there, no she was beyond there. Her cum poured out of her gaping pussy lips soaking the comforter. Wishing Jeff was there to continue his lapping and sucking of her juices.

Wednesday:

Upon arriving at work Jeff was still worked up from yesterday. He had decided to hold off from masturbating in hopes of making it to Friday. Those hopes would come to an end shortly. 

Jeff and Megan began chatting about their nights. Megan told Jeff about her extracurricular activities, getting Jeff's engines back to full blast. Megan not knowing Jeff hadn't taken care of himself she decided to give him some vivid details. 

Immediately Jeff felt his cock starting to grow. Visualizing Megan playing with herself in bed, stroking her slit, spreading her inner lips exposing her clit . He could see every detail in his mind. 

It was too much for Jeff. He had to have her, today, he couldn't wait for Friday!

Jeff told Megan he had to run see a customer this morning and would talk to her later this afternoon. Megan a little disappointed, but knowing he would return later. 

The day went on for Megan like any other day. She left the office around 11 to go home and let her new puppy out. She had only been home about thirty minutes when Jeff called. 

She asked what he was doing and he said he was coming to see her. She laughed it off knowing he wasn't serious. They had talked about having a nooner before, but she knew he was just teasing her. Being mean at that.

Jeff lied too, and said he was just teasing. Conversation carried on for another minute till Jeff abruptly asked her "come open the door." 

"What, your not serious are you?"

Then she heard the sound of a key hitting the front door. Shocked and happy at the same time she saw Jeff walking through it. What are you doing here she asked. Knowing the answer as soon as Jeff hands went around her. 

Megan was trying to finish up lunch when he walked in. Jeff wanted some lunch too. The kind that gave him such wonderful juices from her fountain of love. Jeff dropped down to his knees right in the kitchen. Spreading her legs and find no panties once again. His cock, rock hard instantly, straining against his slacks to burst free. 

Megan resisted saying she couldn't do this right now and didn't have time. Jeff would hear nothing of it, and quickly picked her up with both arms. Their eyes meeting and smiles exchanged, he started carrying her upstairs. 

Upon reaching her bedroom he laid her on the bed. Damn she looked so sexy. With a long skirt on, knee high black leather boots, and a plunging v-neck top. He quickly unzipped her skirt and helped her out of her top and bra. 

The boots were staying on!

Jeff quickly shed his own clothes and climbed on the bed with her. Their bodies pressed together side by side. The feel of her skin against his, and the unmistakable feel of the leather on his legs. 

His hands roamed her body gliding up her legs over her flat stomach. Tracing circles around her belly button, before reaching her magnificent breasts. Her nipples instantly becoming hard from his touch. He gently rolled a nipple between his finger pads. Watching it grow harder and harder, just like his cock. 

Megan's hand had reached down and was slowly stroking his man hood. Feeling the precum lube her palm up as it effortlessly glided through her hand. 

Megan was the first to speak. "Jeff I would love to make passionate love to you, but we don't have time for that now."

With that said Jeff hurriedly made his way to her mound. Spreading her legs he spied his target. Her pussy was well lubricated already. Glistening with her juices. He carefully started tracing his tongue up and down the outer lips. Careful not to touch her inner lips or clit yet. 

Megan grabbed his head and ran her hands through his hair pushing him to her sex. Needing his tongue inside her. Jeff quickly got the point as his tongue penetrated her lips. Lapping up the thick juice that had pooled at her opening. Savoring the taste that he loved so much. 

Jeff knew she liked it slow, but not having the time he quickly used his talents and past times with her to bring her to the edge of orgasm. Her legs had clamped down on his head, and her hands holding him firmly in place. His mouth clamped down on her clit sucking as hard as he could, with his tongue flicking back and forth massaging her button. 

Next he slipped a finger inside of her. She was so tight and wet. Quickly moving his finger in and out. That's all it took. Megan burst into orgasm. 

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss that's it Jeff. 

Her body bucking at the release her man was giving her. Her juices flooded his mouth and face almost suffocating him. That was fine by him. He liked the pressure her legs put on his head. Feeling him being sucked into the place he loved so much. 

Knowing they had taken too much time already Jeff pried his head loose and quickly made his way up her body. Taking enough time to kiss his way up, stopping at her belly button before licking a long steady course between her breasts and up to her neck. Having the response he had hoped for Megan let out a long moan. 

Megan quickly reached between his legs finding his cock. Taking it in her hand she massaged it over her slit. Coating the head in her juices and rubbing it over her clit one last time. Next placing it outside her dripping hole, releasing it from her grasp. 

Jeff new it was time. He slowly pushed it into her waiting body. Feeling the muscles sucking him further in, gripping every inch of his man hood. His cock pushed till he couldn't go any further. Bottoming out he knew he was there. 

Jeff continued licking and sucking on her neck. Being sure not to leave any hickeys, though he wanted to. Pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. Both lovers moaning in unison. 

Ahhh Megan you feel so good. Your pussy is milking me for all I've got. And I'm gonna give it to you shortly. More than you can handle. 

Jeff's pace quickened. Reaching around and underneath her grabbing onto her sexy ass. Pumping away, their bodies slapping together. The squishing sounds her pussy made as he withdrew only to slam back into her. 

Jeff was almost there. Megan a little off Jeff could tell but he knew what would get her there. He quickly took a finger and traced it around her lower pussy opening and his cock. Getting enough lube on it, he brought it down to her tight rosebud. 

Applying the lube to her puckered asshole, he slowly pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. Megan feeling the pressure and the much wanted invasion pushed her ass down onto his finger. Megan enjoyed a little anal play, and anal sex occasionally, but that's another story.

That was it for the both of them. Jeff feeling his cock being squeezed tighter and tighter, along with his finger. Megan feeling filled to the brink. Both of their orgasms happened simultaneously. Jeff's cum exploded deep inside her filling her womb to the brink. Only to be pushed right back out by her cum flowing from deep within her. 

Jeff continued to pump his cock in and out of her slowly. Megan's body still shaking from the massive orgasm. Her juicy pussy still milking Jeff's cock. Her breath was slowly returning to normal as was Jeff's. Finally Jeff collapsed on top of her. Megan holding him tightly as their orgasms subsided. A minute later Jeff's cock and finger were released from Megan's vise like grip. His cock coming out with a pop, followed by their mixed juices flowing freely from her satisfied pussy. 

Megan looked over at the clock realizing she was already 20 minutes over her lunch hour. Pushing Jeff off of her she quickly got up. Jeff had only a second to take her in before she got up. The sight was unforgettable. Her knee high boots still on, and their juices pooled up beneath her pussy. God he was getting hard again. 

Megan noticed as she was getting ready and saw the look in his eyes. As much as she wanted to continue she had to get back to work. 

"We'll finish this up Friday baby, I promise." 

Jeff knew she was a woman of her word, and quickly dressed himself. Pushing his now semi erect cock back into the confines of his slacks. 

With a final kiss goodbye they got in their cars and sped back to work.

Wednesday



Normally he would have been on his lunch break. But his new schedule had given him Wednesday afternoons off and since he was still in the city he would go try a new place that he had noticed in one of the strip malls he had to pass on his commute.

He had just parked his pickup in the corner of the parking lot, front facing out to make it easier when he was ready to leave. Most of the closer slots were taken. There was only one slot left just to the driver's side of his vehicle. 

His path had him passing by the front of an older SUV and around the driver's side. There was a chirp and the locks for that SUV opened. He noticed a woman walking across the parking lot toward her vehicle. That would not have been unusual except for the length of her skirt. He judged her to be about early to mid 40's, just a few years younger than he was, roughly 5'4" and since she was a little chunky, he guess maybe 160 pounds or so and blonde. But the dress she was wearing, or trying to wear at least was something a 5'0, 120 pound woman should have been wearing. And her 42D breasts definitely were overtaxing the top of the dress. The dress was designed to flair out enough to fit it possibly a set of 38Cs but it would have been a tight fit. As it was, her cleavage, and most of the top of her breasts were pushed up and out.

He was torn between checking out the cleavage and the rest of the breasts pushing up from the top of the dress and the display of bare leg sticking out of the bottom. As she passed and said hello, he could see the outside edges of her aureoles, the dark ring surrounded her nipples, peeking out of the top. Less than an inch below the top of the dress were two little points pressing out against the cloth. She was evidently aware that people were looking as it was a very warm day. 

They passed with her flashing that "I know what you were looking at" grin and then he turned slightly and saw that with the ass on this woman, the dress covered up even less from the back and he could actually see a little touch of her bare asscheek jiggling as she approached her SUV caused by the black "fuckme pumps" she was wearing.

She had come into town early, just as she did every Wednesday and had for the last two and a half years. It was now even part of her weekly agenda. 

Her name was Michaela and she had been an old child, named after her father Michael although everyone called her Mickie.. Her parents were strict and had sheltered her and spoiled her. She had been a good girl, reared being warned of the evils that befall loose women and all that dogma. She came from a small town in the middle of nowhere, but definitely right smack dab in the very middle of the Bible belt. She had maintained her purity, her innocent and her modesty through her teenage years and then in her first year of college where she met John. After dating a while and a lengthy engagement, she and John were married. She had gone to her wedding bed a virgin, and although she was not aware of it at the time, so had John. 

John had gone to work for her Dad and became one of the bosses. When her Dad died, being his only child, Mickie inherited the company. John had convinced her to allow him to move the office to a bigger city, in order to tap in to a bigger business environment and a better pool of employees. She had finally agreed and over the years the move had paid off dramatically. John was on salary and Mickie, needing little had normally pushed the most of the profits back into the company. She kept a reserve of cash in the bank just in case. John had no access to it and her will stated that when she was gone, that reserve and the ownership of the company passed to the children. It was something her Dad insisted on to keep John in check and ensures his daughter would not go broke if John divorced her or mismanaged the company.

Through twenty years of marriage and three kids, she had been faithful to John, performing her wifely duty every three of four days during the first couple of years of marriage and slowly tapering off to maybe two or three times a month, on a good month that is. During that time, she had been propositioned, flirted with, and even hit on a few times, mostly by friends of John or husbands of some of her friends. Of course to her this was all unthinkable. She was married after all. Even were she tempted, it was not right. 

John had become a local celebrity and pillar of the community in the city they lived in. Being the state capital and one of the largest cities in the state, having such status made celebrities of them all. She could not imagine the shame if she were to do anything like that and the word were to get out about it. Even the hint that something inappropriate might have happened was enough to ruin reputations and even destroy families in their circle. And besides, sex was not all it was cracked up to be. Over the years, she experienced a couple of good orgasms, but that was about it. Mostly sex was an overrated activity, enjoyed a lot more by men than women.

Her world came crashing around her on that day almost thirty months ago. She had been playing the lottery occasionally. And even though it was gambling, the funds were used to boost the state's education coffers so it was not without some redeeming feature. And anyway, it was her only guilty pleasure, it cost her only a dollar to play twice a week, and it gave her a thrill. She was living wild by her standards and keeping it a secret by purchasing the ticket on Wednesdays when she made the two hour weekly trip to see her best friend who lived in a smaller city in the same state.

John had been teasing her about throwing her money away. He was convinced that the lottery business was just another scheme to bilk the poor out of there money and should she ever win anything at it, it would be at most a week's worth of gambling money coming back to her. The massive jackpots they pay out were national ones, where millions and millions of poor suckers were throwing dollars into the pot so one sucker could have just enough money to fool them into thinking they were rich and making life even worse for them after the wasted the jackpot.

It was Thursday and checking the lottery numbers in the paper, she realizes she had matched four of the five numbers. She always used the family birthdays and this time it paid off. She did not match the Powerball, but she did match 4 numbers. And so evidently did a few hundred others so that her share of the payout was less than 400 dollars. But she had won more than she had paid in so far. After getting the check she could not wait to rub it in John's nose so she head over to his office.

John didn't normally like her coming to the office, but this was a special occasion so she headed over there that morning, before business would get busy and he would have to handle customers and personnel rather than listen to his wife tell him "I told you so."

It was still early in the morning, before the office was open for business. She had not even put on her makeup yet, but she wanted to catch him early and rub his nose in it. She got to the office and the door was locked still, being before normal operating hours, but there was always an employee or two that were there early or late. And there were a few cars in the parking lot already, including John's Cadillac in the President's space.

Next to it was a slot that normally was empty. It was the CEO slot. It had been Michaels and on his death, Mickie was now CEO although she had no real input or interest in the workings of the company. But it was her reserved space and not even John would think of parking there.

She parked, and went to the door. It was locked but another rule Michael had always drummed into her was that no matter where or when, there should be no information in the company that she did not have access to, nor anyplace in the company she could not go. She owned everything outright. It was hers. Not even John had managed to talk her out of it. The one time he had the locks changed and her key would no longer work, she had challenged him on it. And, as her lawyer had informed John and everyone else in the company in a memo, Michael's business rules, company policy, Michaels Will, and every employee contract included the stipulation that any attempt to bar the CEO from any information or access within the company was immediate grounds for dismissal and legal action. Not even John was immune and she was given a master key immediately. And she kept it on her key ring.

In fact, one of her only responsibilities in the company was to occasionally use the key to check access. So she felt this was a good time to do so. She would have to remember to call her lawyer afterward.

She unlocked the door and then went to John's office. His secretary Brenda was not at her desk yet, but since he normally came in early that did not even register on her. John's door was closed, but since technically she owned the building, and by the rules of the company, and the prenuptial agreement in the lawyers safe, it was not really his anyway. She could enter at any time and not even have to knock.

And so she did.

And instantly wished she hadn't. John was in his office. And so was John's secretary. The problem was that John was laying on the little couch off to the side and the 22 year old secretary was totally naked , her back to the door and Mickie, and riding John's cock like it was a carousel, up and down forward and backward. John could not see her either, being sheltered from view by the little blonde bimbo banging him and the implants he had creatively managed to pay for out of the company operating funds. They were so into the sex and Mickie so astonished by the sight that twenty or thirty seconds went by before it registered on the little slut she could see someone else in the room and screamed as she hopped off John, leaving his short, but erect cock sticking straight up in the air, spurting semen and shiny with the secretary's cunt juice.

The little slut ran naked from the room only to sneak in like a whipped dog to gather up her clothing and locked herself in the supply closet for several hours. John suddenly lost his erection and had to endure standing there naked, the evidence of his infidelity slowly drying up on his flaccid cock as Mickie, stunned at first and then furious about the betrayal, ordered him to not move and then phoned the company lawyer, waking him with the order to get down here to the office immediately. 

When he arrived twenty minute later, unshaven and still showing some signs of sleep, John was still naked, the secretary was still locked in the supply closet and there were little drops of dried come all over the expensive leather couch Michael had placed in the office when he was alive and in charge. So as to not embarrass John, Mickie, or the company, an agreement was achieved. John would remain as the president, but at a major cut in salary. He was also to undergo an immediate vasectomy and under no circumstance was he to be alone with a female company employee or client. 

The secretary was encouraged to apply for another position at another company unless she was willing to be the defendant in a fraud case for the silicone implants paid for by the company and a couple of business trips she had accompanied John on. 

Other than the front door, the only other door in the company with a lock was to be the office John had been using which was Michael's office. Now it was Mickie's and only two keys existed for it. The one she carried with her and the spare, locked up in the safe at her lawyers office. And the only three rooms in the whole building, including all the other offices and the supply rooms were Mickie's office and the restrooms. John had a totally glass-walled office up front without even any blinds. 

Finally, Mickie chose his new secretary, a thirty something unattractive, overweight, yet very qualified lesbian. And Ruth had one other major recommendation in her favor. Ruth had lost her life partner a few years ago when her younger gorgeous lesbian lover had suddenly decided to become the trophy wife of the state senator she had been working for due to her impending pregnancy and premature birth although the baby appeared to be full term and healthy. 

Mickie had also decided to get even the only way that would match his betrayal. She would go down to see her friend and somewhere, either on the way there, while she was down there, or on the way back, she would find a strange man and let him do to her what John had been doing with the secretary when she walked in. She was going to get fucked by a stranger. Or strangers. She had not decided which.

But she could not do it. She could not even come close to doing so. She had a plan, but she couldn't follow through on it. 

She dug through her closet and decided that she was dressing like an old lady. She didn't want John to really know what she was doing and she figured if he noticed any new sexy clothing he would figure it out. Then, she remembered that there was some of her clothing from high school that were just in those vacuum bags up in the attic. She had kept them around because her daughters had used her old clothes for dress up when they were little girls. She had to stop in when one of them tried to go out on a date in her slinky little black dress from junior high. 

She had seen it shopping and Daddy could never tell her "No". It was probably more adult than she should have been wearing and Daddy and Mommy insisted that when she wore it, she were it as a shirt dress, over jeans. She had never worn it any other way. It was just too short as a dress for a "good girl", but if it still fit, it would be perfect for her now.

She tried it on at first and could not really get into it and zip it all the way up. She had put on some weight and decided to lose that too. So she joined a gym, deciding to wait a little while to put her "Imgonnagetfuckedbyastanger" plan in action. When John asked her in a suspicious way about going to the gym, she drew back on the acting she had done in high school and playing the wronged, worried wife, saying that she was a cow now and that was the reason he was banging some kindergarten bimbo. He tried to reassure her that it was not her, but she was not going to let him off that easy. So she started working out. The goal was to be able to fit in the little black dress. 

After a few months or solid exercise, weight training, and diet counseling, she managed to slip the dress on and zip it up. Checking herself out in the full-length mirror in her bathroom, she could see that if she wore it with no bra, and no panties, she would have to be very careful. The top completely covered her tits and it was loose up there. She decided that she needed to jazz up her tit area somewhat to attract attention to them. 

Momma had always said that a woman needs to know how to be three things at home: Betty Crocker in the kitchen, Hazel the maid in every other room in the house, and finally a hooker in the bedroom. Evidently, she had lost out on the hooker part. She had a cook and maid for the rest of it, at John's insistence of course. Luckily the cook and maid were older women that John would not be interested in, or else she would have been worried about that. But she could sew. 

She managed to find where the maid kept the sewing items and was able after a while to snug up the breast area of the dress. Now, when she wore it, she would let her tits hang out as she zipped the dress up and then force her tits into the breast area. They would still fit, but just shoved together and up to form a major cleavage area. But she also found that it would allow her to wear it with her breasts flowing out of it and her nipples almost showing.

She had gained some weight in her ass so she considered dropping the hem a little since it rode up a little higher in the back. As long as she sat or walked or stood correctly, the front was long enough to hide her panties, but just barely. But she decided to let things go. After all, letting strangers get a peek at her panties might be a good way to attract them. To go with the dress, she wore black silk panties, not sheer, but still not hiding quite everything if she stood or walked wrong.

One of the exercises she did at the gym was swimming and it bothered her that her pubic hair showed, so she started trimming it back some and finally decided that it was just easier, and actually somewhat exciting and daring to keep it bare. John seeing it was not a problem as she had decided and let him know that for at least a year or two, until they were sure he had no diseases like AIDS or something like that from the secretary and as she said to him "whatever other slut you have been with", she would not have sex with him or even sleep with him. And if she found out he had sex with anyone after she caught him, he would lose everything. She would divorce him, and fire him and make sure the sex scandal hit the news.

It would also give her time to make sure she didn't get any diseases when she did have sex. It was just and added advantage of catching him in the act when he knew she could destroy him professionally and financially. 

So with a little nervousness, and high hopes, she left on that very next Wednesday morning to head south. She was dressed normally and waited until she had passed another city, bigger than the southern one, but not as big as her own. It was all on the interstate and once she reached the outskirt of the town, she pulled her Mercedes into the waiting garage of a small abandoned gas station. The windows were all painted over at one time so nobody could see inside. It had belonged to a friend of her father's and when the man died, the widow was left with the station, her house and nothing else. Out of loyalty and friendship, Michael had purchased the station and the little café next door at a lot more than it was worth so that the widow would have enough to live on. 

Michael had kept it separate from the company John ran and only Mickie and her lawyer knew about the place. Mickie had gone to college nearby and this was where she stayed for that first year. She had transferred to a bigger college where she met John the next year. John did not know about it at all. The older model SUV, she had bought a few years before on the trip down to see her friend. There was a massive storm and she had spun out on the road, damaging the Mercedes. The car was towed to the dealership a few miles away and on the lot was a good cheap dependable SUV. It had been a trade-in when some yuppie had traded up to a BMW. The dealership, knowing her company was a very good customer, loaned her the car to take home. She had liked it so much that when she took it back to pick up her Mercedes, she made a deal for the truck. She had it driven to the old station and it sat there waiting for her Wednesdays.

Her friend lived in a neighborhood where a Mercedes out front would have made her a target for robbery or worse. Always before, she met her friend at a mall and would leave the Mercedes in valet parking. After she bought the SUV, she would swap the Mercedes for the old Bronco and use that for the rest of the trip. John never knew about the truck. Her lawyer handled all the details of taxes, tags, maintenance and the like. Or rather a legal secretary most likely ran those errands.

Michael had the place refurbished and converted to an apartment for her to live there. From the outside, nobody could see how posh and luxurious the inside was now. A local security company monitored the alarms and since it was in an area Michael had donated the café and had it renovated to serve as the local police station. The police knew not to park in front of the bays, but most of the overhangs where the pumps used to be now sheltered the cop's private cars. She had no worries about the safety of her car, the apartment or herself anytime she was there.




Wednesday



She hit the button to close the bay door and then went into the apartment and changed into her "slut suit". She changed her hairdo a little, put on makeup and changed into the little black dress the black silk panties, a set of black high heels she had picked up at the mall while waiting for her friend one day and was ready for the adventure.

.

When she was finished, she fired up the old Ford SUV and hit the switch to open the bay. She backed out and in minutes was on her way. Her best friend knew what was going on and warned her to be careful, but thought that John was an asshole and never liked him since the time Mickie was pregnant with their first child and at a barbecue, with too much booze and feeling young and like a stud and apparently catnip to women, John tried to follow her into her bedroom. She woke up with John trying to feel her up with his pregnant sleeping wife in the next room and Sharon's husband sleeping off his overindulgence right there beside her. He managed to get two fingers in her pussy and was trying to force her legs open when she reached into the night table and put the barrel of her 38 caliber revolver between his eyes and told her to get his damned fingers out of her now or his brains would be decorating the bedroom wall in a matter of seconds. 

John actually soiled his pants and the next morning Sharon took him aside and warned him that if he ever tried to so much as get a hug from her ever again, she would use the gun next time and cry rape. Or tell her husband. John didn't want that. Anthony was one a soldier and had been in combat more than he probably should. He knew how to kill someone dozens of ways and was one of the most jealous men that John had ever seen. If Sharon told Tony what happened, John would die a very painful, very slow and very sure death. And the body would probably never be found. The Post he was assigned to was huge and had places few people had ever gone. 

Just on the outskirts of Sharon's hometown and close to the Post, Mickie stopped at a truck stop. She parked a ways away from the building and steeled herself for what was about to happen. She climbed out of the SUV and headed for the door. As she walked across the lot, she could see that a few of the drivers there had noticed her. She went into the store part of it, on the impression that she was there just to get something to drink. Lots of eyes followed her and she felt a touch of excited and somehow felt younger and sexier every time she caught one of the men in the place trying to look down her top. 

She wandered around in the store, having never actually been in a truck stop before. It amazed her some of the things that were in there. These guys could actually buy beer here. She could imagine the damage a drunken guy in one of those big trucks could do.

She noticed a glass case of some electronics and when she got closer she realized they were CB radios and more kinds of antennas and accessories than she ever thought existed. She was a little too young to remember the CB craze when everyone had them. But there was one in her SUV. She didn't know how to use it but she figured Anthony probably did so she would get him to show her how to use it sometime. It might come in handy if she decided being a bad girl occasionally was something she would like to do on a regular basis. 

The electronics are was in a rather remote part of the store, close to the drivers lounge. She wandered in there amused and surprised by the different services the place offered for the drivers. There was a shower area and she had one fantasy about having a trucker screw her in the shower. But of course, in all her fantasies about what would happen, the guys were all young athletic hunks. Some of the men that were checking her out in the driver's area were men she would want to speak to much less let them screw her.

She started to walk away and one man, who obviously had a beer or two more than he should. He walked up next to her like he was Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt and was about to sweep her off her feet. But the smell of beer, and the smell of him were a little too much for her. He had been sitting there by the door for the showers waiting for his turn. She thought that his turn in the shower could not come soon enough. 

Leaning toward her, obviously trying to look down her blouse, and thinking he was doing it in a way she didn't realize it, he said "Hey there. I get the next shower. Why dontcha shower with me." Of course it came out "Heythere. I got zanextshar. WDoncha shaw wimme?"

It took a second for her to realize what he asked and she shuddered and just said No and tried to get away. As she tried to rush by him, he said "Wazza madder bitch? Nagoodnuff forya?" which she later understood to have been "What is the matter bitch? Not good enough for you?"

Then she felt his hands as he tried to grab her. Of course, he fell and as he did, he bumped her almost knocking her over, but a counter and divider there broke her fall. But as it was, she was bent forward enough to be leaning over somewhat, giving everyone in the place a clear view of her ass covered only by the thin silk panties. Then her heard the man comment on wearing silk underwear and then something about seeing if she had a golden twat. And she felt the hands actually reach up and grip the waistband of her panties.

The panites were sheer and designed to not have a panty line so they were not the strongest garments in the world. Or at least not strong enough to stop this guy. Instead of pulling them down, like a rational sober man would he instead yanked them, ripping them completely off as she was pulled backwards toward him. 

Wearing the high heels, she had a precarious balance as it was. So she fell back onto him for a second before realizing what had happened and squirming away. Pausing for a moment to regain her balance and see what was going on, she sat there immobile, one knee slightly bent to one side and the other straight out, but draped across the drunk.

He must have hit his head because he was just shaking it like he did not know what was going on and trying to get rid of the cobwebs. Then she realized that her panties were now turn and were still clutched in his hand. Looking down, she was filled with a sense of terror when she saw that the fall and the way she landed and rolled had her legs spread wide open. With no panties and no hair there, her pussy was open for viewing. The hem of the dress had flipped up onto her stomach and she was laying there, basically naked below the waist, pussy in clear view and dozens of strangers looking at her. As if to add insult to injury, both her nipples had slipped out of the top.

She flipped her skirt down and pulled her legs together. Humiliation, shame, and anger flowed through her as she fumbled to stuff her tits back in place and hide them. With no other way to do it and no graceful way to do it, she rolled over on her knees and with her back to most of the men stood up on her heels once more, hoping she had not hurt her ankle in the fall.

With the ankle apparently ok and her face flushed bright red, she hurried away from the area as quickly as possible and headed for her SUV. Then, with agonizing clarity, she realized that her keys were in her hand as she fell. And they were still in there. She had to turn around and walk back into the store. Trying not to look at any of them she walked back to the drivers lounge. 

A couple of the other drivers were kneeling by the drunk, checking to make sure he was ok. And sure enough, there were her keys right by the drunks head. With all the calmness and poise she could muster, she walked up to the group and pointed and said, "May I have my keys please."

One of them slowly reached over and picked up her keys, sneaking looks back her way as he did so and then said "Tom". The drunk said "What": And as she reached for the keys he handed her, his other hand just flipped up the hem of her skirt and said "Nope, it aint gold. Its just pink like every other whore you know."

She felt another wave of revulsion shot through her as she realized that the prone drunk man and his kneeling friends could look right up at her now bare pussy. The dress would not hide her crotch from them. She snatched away the keys and turned quickly, almost falling and convinced that she gave them all another look at her bare ass again. She hurried out the door, unlocked her SUV with a little difficulty and climbed into the cab. She shut and locked the door and cried for a minute or two. 

She felt used, shamed and humiliated. All those men had seen her tits. All those strangers had looked at her butt. And they all got a good fifteen or twenty second viewing of the bare exposed pussy. But what really bothered her more than anything was that her pussy was wet. Her nipples were erect. And she felt hornier than she ever had before. Being seen like that by those strangers had turned her on. She loved how it felt. She enjoyed having them look at her tits and viewing her pussy. 

She decided she didn't want to fuck a stranger, she just wanted them to admire her. She wanted them to look at her. She wanted to tease them, let them get a peek of things that only John was supposed to see. She didn't want to know them. She didn't want them to know her. No names. Not really even the faces. She just wanted their eyes. And she didn't really want then to look at her but just the secret parts that they would never have seen otherwise. Things no man except her husband and doctor had seen before. It would just be too complicated the other way.

Unconsciously, she had started rubbing herself. She had only done that a couple of times in her life. One was when she was just a little girl. It felt good so it was something she wanted to do. Momma saw her and told her not to do that. Good little girls don't do that. It is wrong. And although she had wanted desperately to do it, the look on Momma's face was so full of reproach, so shocked, that she didn't do it again for many years later. 

Just before the wedding, John had been pushing hard to get her to fuck. After all, in a few days they would be married. He started rubbing places he shouldn't rub. He tried to touch places he shouldn't touch. And even though they had been engaged for a while, she always stopped him at kissing. Not going any farther than that. He tried to convince her that it was ok. They would be having legal and approved sex in just a few days. What harm would come by being just a day or two early. But she was firm in spite of the raging lust she was feeling. It would be wrong. It was a sin. She would be wearing white on her wedding day and it would be a lie. She couldn't do it. Just as she knew she could not let someone else fuck her today.

John gave up and left. They were on a porch swing on her parents' front porch. It was dark. Nobody was around. When he abruptly got up to leave in frustration, she thought he was going away. She was afraid he wasn't coming back. She asked where he was going, afraid of what the answer might be. Ironically, had he said any of the several things she was so worried about at that moment, she would have let him fuck her right there on the swing. She wanted him to, even if it was wrong. And if that is what it took to keep him, she would have done it. 

"I am going home to jack off. And hope that once we do get married, you are not so uptight and frigid about sex. But I will tell you this now. Once that ring is on your finger. And we get alone together for the first time and legally fucking married, you will let me have all the pussy I want. No fucking excuses. Good Fucking Night." And he stormed off.

Regardless of what he meant for her to feel during the verbal attack, the result was that she was so fucking horny afterward that she almost called him back. She almost invited him up to her room. She almost made the white dress a lie that very night. Instead, he went home to masturbate. And that night she did too. That was her very first time she ever got herself off. And the last time. Until today. 

Before she knew it, she had her legs spread open wide and started fingering herself in the car. She let all that frustration build up and she remembered how it felt to diddle herself those years ago. She used one hand to finger herself and the other lay the seat back and then she was all over herself, fingering her cut, teasing her own clit and driving herself wild. Eyes closed, fingers rapidly and furiously working her poor twat mercilessly. 

Then the noise. It took a moment or two for the realization to come over her and remove the cloud of her mind as she heard it again. Opening her eyes, she realized that the truck windows had several men peering in at her, watching her. And one of them was trying to pick the lock on the door. 

Once they knew she was aware,, they all started yelling to her to open the door. They would take care of her. And all sorts of other vulgarities. 

She never remembered when she put the keys in the ignition. Whether it was before the session or after she knew they were there. But somehow they got there. She got it started and slammed it into gear, blasting off and across the parking lot as fast as she could. Barely even stopping at the exit of the truck stop, she made it on to the access road and was tearing down the highway at over a hundred miles an hour before she got fully back to her senses. She knew that when she shot out of the parking place across the parking lot, there had been at least four or five men on the running boards watching her. She wasn't even sure when they managed to get off. For all she knew, the last one might have fallen off on the Interstate while she was going over a hundred. And she didn't really care.

Sharon was able to calm her down. They had no right to do any of the things they did. And if any of them were hurt or injured it was their fault. A bunch of men trying to attack a lone woman in a truck stop parking lot? That would be defending herself and attempted rape for them. 

She decided after that, she would only tease men with a glimpse. Dress slutty down here and maybe let a lucky man occasionally see a nipple or even a flash of the pink cleft between her legs. But nothing like the debacle at the truck stop and not even stopping at a rest area unless she was modest, decent and clothed. 

And through it all, she was still incredibly horny. The thought that she might have gotten gang raped made her even hornier. Had she not locked the doors when she got in the truck, she would have been shared against her will by all those men. And although it disgusted her, repulsed her and made her almost sick, it did make her hornier.

Sharon showed her to the guest room, and then came back in a few minutes with a cucumber and some KY Jelly and then told Mickie what to do with it. Mickie was aghast. How would Sharon know about how to do that. And had she done it before? 

Sharon just smiled and said "As long as Anthony is around, I don't need anything else. But occasionally Anthony had to go TDY for a few days or months. A woman has to know how to get by on her own. And this was one way of getting by.

Although Mickie was aghast and a little embarrassed, before too long, she understood getting by. And she made sure that there was a cucumber at the station apartment before she drove the rest of the way to Sharon's.

Over time, she developed the routine and it worked for almost two years. She would drive to the station, put on a sexy outfit and drive slowly, showing leg and a hint of tit, but nothing else. It was normally dark when she left the house and just starting to lighten when she left the station. It would be daylight by the time she got to the city. She loved driving through the rush hour traffic, all those yuppies, office workers and everyone else checking out her legs and cleavage. Of course only those in SUVs , pickups or trucks could see anything. 

Of course there were all the soldiers headed to duty at the post. Some of the other men were on their cells or thinking about heaven knows what, but she could get a man, and sometimes a woman in uniform to look and check her out. A few times, as she got closer to the turn for the main gate, she might make sure a nipple would be peaking out "accidentally". She had been known to pull her skirt to her waist and make sure the little soldiers little soldier would come to attention when she showed her bare cunt to them, but that was rare. 

She would arrive at Sharon's putting a coat or something over her before she got out. She didn't want Sharon's neighbors to start talking. Anthony didn't know any of this and she never wanted him to find out. She might not have cared if John found out, but Anthony knowing would have bothered her a lot. 

They would have breakfast and coffee and talk like a couple of little school girls. It was always that way with Sharon. She never judged, she never criticized and she always supported Mickie no matter what. And throughout the years, the only think she would take for the relationship was birthday presents, Christmas presents and the like. The one exception was when Anthony got hurt in the desert and would be spending a few days recuperating at a military hospital in Germany. As soon as Mickie heard, she raced down to see Sharon. And brought Sharon's kids back home with her for a few days. But only after she had seen Sharon get on the plane with the ticket Mickie bought her, stayed in the hotel Mickie paid for, and carried a preloaded credit card Mickie gave her. And Sharon still felt like she owed Mickie for it even though Mickie could not explain to her that Mickie was the one that still owed the world to Sharon.

Sharon would get dressed for work and Mickie would always think as she saw her best friend naked that it was too bad they were not Lesbians. She was sure Sharon was a dynamite lover no matter what orientation she was. And she kept Anthony at home and satisfied.

When Sharon left for work, Mickie would head for lunch. She normally would pick a hole in the wall restaurant at random. Just whatever caught her eye. She would go inside and eat, enduring a lot of stares, unapproving looks, and the peepers. Occasionally if a good looking guy or guys were there, she may sit where they could "accidentally" see up her skirt. 

Of course, she had been asked to leave a few establishments. Some were nice, some were very rude and would preach or call her names like whore or slut and the like. Those she would record, find out through her lawyer who the owner was. She had bought several buildings and raised the rent on the rude ones. In two years her real estate holdings had actually become a good source of revenue. One of the strip malls that she purchased just because the owner wanted to convert the "wicked sinful harlot in her" by preaching to her. Of course the whole time he was trying to look up her skirt and down her top.

As for showing off to men, her record was almost thirty minute leaving her legs open and her pussy exposed for a group of eight or nine soldiers before she had to leave, race back to the station apartment and masturbate herself to orgasm. 

Of course, in the two years she had gone from cucumbers to dildos. Once again, Sharon told her where to shop. It must be a law that close to every army base there has to be sex shops. And, dressed as she was, those were the shops that actually welcomed her in and made her feel at home. She spent part of one afternoon as the feature in the peep show in the back when the regular girl didn't show. She actually bought the shop and was even listed on the coming attractions menu. She had a very loyal fan base building up.

Once she asked Anthony about the CB, he showed her how to work it and although she never talked on it she loved to hear truckers talk about seeing her as she cruised down the road. Anthony explained that it had a hidden antenna, one that nobody would be able to see so they would not know she could hear. That played to her advantage occasionally. She had one very conservative dress that she liked to wear. It looked normal but it was all held together with Velcro. She could take pieces off and put them on in seconds. So she could pass one truck, tits hanging out and the next truck just minutes later she would be completely covered as the driver strained to see the tits that were no loner bared. Since the part she could remove made it look like a high necked sweater, it confused them a lot. The same thing could be said for the skirt that accompanied it. The cloth matched the seat she was on. Pull the bottom part open and let it drape over the seat below her. Raise the hem of the top skirt, and viola, instant pussy show. Seconds later, passing the second truck and with one hand she could drape the bottom part closed. She loved playing that game.




Wednesday



Over the months she did mad those trips, if there was nobody interesting in the restaurant, she would wait until a special specimen would show up in the parking lot and make sure she passed him close enough to see the tit almost hanging out and a hint of the crotch and ass as they looked. She normally rewarded them a flash of thigh getting in the truck. Quick flash, he is left there wondering and she thinks about and possibly flashes and even fingers herself for the truckers on the way back to the apartment where she would use one of her now many toys to take care of herself. 

Such was the case today. She saw the guy pull up and park his truck in the far corner of the lot. It was just a standard white Chevy pickup, nothing fancy, just functional. She saw him get out and start toward the area she was in. This was great. He would be passing right by her SUV.

She got up and left the restaurant. She headed for the SUV, walking slowly enough that he would be just past her when she unlocked the Ford and climbed in. He might even stop and look. That was ok. She expected and desired that. 

He was obviously military, and judging by his age, being just a few years older than she was, probably retired. Retired military men have certain looks, actions and mannerisms. And she pegged this one as either retired Air Force or retired Marine. Navy and Army acted a little different. Getting closer to him she saw a lanyard around his neck and something attached to it stuck in his pocket. She had learned from Sharon that it was a badge to allow access to certain military areas. So he was either a government civilian, or a government contractor. 

He was about 6'0 and roughly 190 pounds or so. He was blonde, blue eyed, and wore cowboy boots. Something about the pickup, the way he walked, and how he was dressed told her that he was from one of the Southwestern states originally. She had gotten good at figuring those things out from hanging around with Sharon and Anthony. He could tell a lot about a person just from the outward signs and actions. In his job, that was definitely a talent he needed.

As he rounded the front of the SUV and approached her, he did not do the normal I-am-looking-but-you –cannot-tell-I-am-looking eye and head bob. The head would droop as if they were in thought and didn't notice you, but the eyes always moved to check out her body. She was amazed that they actually thought she could not see their eyes on her tits. After all, from over three feet away, her eyes and tits were not that far apart. HELLO. If you can see my eyes, I can see yours.

But this guy looked at her, smiled, said "Hello" with just a touch of Texas accent and then as if he didn't care if she knew, he thought a good look at her cleavage as he went by. And then his eyes shifted to her ass and legs. At this point, she had the truck unlocked using the remote key and she would turn and if he was looking would smile at him and hoist herself into the truck. And give him the show if he was still looking. 

This guy though stopped and as she got opened the door, he ambled back toward her. This always made her a little nervous, but there were enough people around that she could yell if need be. And there was always the little mace shot on the key ring .

But as causal as you please, and showing a great deal of manners, he just said "I hope you don't mind, but I just wanted to come over here to watch you climb up in there." This was a first and it shocked her a little. But she also smiled because this might be a fun variation on the normal game. So she opened the door with him standing right there, still smiling and his eyes glued to the hem of her skirt. 

She stepped up with one leg, knowing it would make the skirt rise up and also part her cunt lips just a little. Then up with the other leg. She would sit down and then allow the right leg to move around on the seat, leaving the left there for a while, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to him. As she moved the right leg, she could almost feel his eyes on her wet exposed snatch. 

She began to move the left leg and he said "Stop" and to her surprise she did. He then said, 
"Thanks Darlin, I was not through looking yet" He then stepped up closer so that her slit was right there close.

Then he said, "Mind if I touch it?" and before she could even answer, he was fingering her gently and expertly. He knew his way around a cunt as his finger located and focused on her clit almost immediately. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn't. She knew it was wrong and she shouldn't let him do this, but she felt powerless to stop it. She was actually letting a perfect stranger finger her in public. 

"Lay back" he said and she instantly complied. She lay fully back on the bench seat of the SUV and allowed this man to continue to fondle her. This was totally unexpected and the effect was that she was getting incredibly horny from having him explore her cunt and following his directions. They were never really orders and she didn't feel threatened in the least. She just felt alive, and very sexy.

"Why don't you show me yours tits? I saw part of a nipple, but I want to see both of them." And in response she pulled both breasts out of the top of her dress and exposed them for him to see. It felt so normal, so correct to let him look at her breasts while he felt her up. He had after all asked so nicely and politely.

She could feel the lust building up in her and although she knew it was wrong, and that it was a sin, she realized that she would do whatever he asks, regardless of what it was. And she lay there as he managed to ignite a fire inside her, the likes of which she had never experienced before. She didn't and couldn't understand why she was reacting this way, but she really didn't care. She was fully aware that she was ready to let him fuck her right there in public. 

He continued his casual manipulating of her clit and pussy, not rushing or trying to get her to the point of no return, and he couldn't really know she was there already, could he? The unhurried and seemingly confident way he played with her was turning her on more with each deft flick or rub of his finger on her clit. She had to have him. She could not imagine not letting him fuck her now. More than that, she was not beginning to worry that he would not fuck her, that he would just finger her a while, look at her bare breasts and then politely say thank you and walk away.

"Fuck me, please?" she heard herself whisper in a low hoarse voice, more of a plea than anything else. "Please fuck me" now coming out as more of a whine that the invitation that it truly was.

"Are you sure that is what you want Darlin?" was his response as he continued to fondle her pussy, allowing the lust and desire and the yearning to build up higher and more intense. 


"Yes, Yes, Please Fuck me...Now....PLEASE??? OH GOD, I want you to fuck me," she almost screamed, wanting it and even needing it now more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life to this point.

She almost screamed with disappointment and rage when the finger suddenly abandoned her clit and she shot up to an upright position, unmindful and uncaring of the fact that her breasts were fully exposed to him and anyone else that might be in the vicinity.

He seemed ready for the move and caught her as she pitched up and forward, his hands locating and cupping her breasts as she sat up and almost flung herself forward onto him. He managed to place both breasts back into her top as he whispered into her ear "I fully intend on fucking you sweetheart, but not right here in the open."

Her heart, and her pussy both rejoiced at his statement and she sat there, eagerly waiting for his next instruction. Having hidden her breasts once more, he took a step back and raised the hem of the skirt to once more take a peek at her wet, willing open cunt and then covering her back up he pushed her left leg around the seat to join her right. 

He leaned in and kissed her. She had kissed a lot of men before, but this time it was different. She felt it deep inside her. Her heart fluttered, her nipples got harder and her pussy got wetter. She had never felt this way from a kiss. She had heard the term "soul kiss" before but did not really understand what it meant until now. John had never made her feel this way. This was dangerous, this was exciting, this was a totally new experience. And she didn't want it to ever end.

He broke the kiss but moved to her ear and said, "I want to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you, slut? " and she answered "Oh yes, please fuck me/" 

Then he said, "I see that you are married. So that pussy belongs to someone else. Has anyone else ever been in that pussy other than your husband?"

A little touch of shame flashed through her, thinking about betraying her husband, but the image of that little secretary bobbing up and down on John in the office and the sight of his cock, erect and spurting come, covered in HER juice made up her mind. "No, only him, but its yours now. FUCK ME PLEASE!!"

"Good, I plan to fuck your pussy until you are sore. But not right here. I am going to close your door and walk over to my truck over there in the corner. There is one parking slot between it and the corner of the buildings. Come over there and back into the slot. I am giving you the choice right now to either come over there and let me fuck you, or you can drive away. It is your choice darling. You can shame yourself by giving yourself to someone besides your husband, or you can drive away and keep your vows. I hope you want to continue this, but if you don't, all I have lost is a chance at some pussy I was never meant to have anyway."

He kissed her once more, then stepped back and shut her door. She sat there stunned. He could have taken her right there, no questions asked. He was giving her the option to keep her vows and maintain her virtue intact. He was trying to be noble, allowing her to make the decision about what she actually wanted rather than what he wanted. He could have taken her or used her right there. Or he could have had her scoot over and let him drive to the corner.

He was sincerely trying to make sure this is what she really wanted by giving her a chance to get away. What he did instead was make it suddenly imperative that she do so. She wanted him now more than ever. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted her husband. There was no way she was not getting his dick in her now. For the first time in her life, she felt she needed someone to fuck her and she was not letting him get away, whoever he was.

He had started to walk toward his pickup, hoping she would come but actually convinced that she would drive away as quickly as she could. He didn't even look that way, not wanting to see a guaranteed fuck driving away. He was actually surprised when the SUV pulled up next to him with the window down and she said you better hurry. I am not sure how long I can wait and sped down the parking lot and reversed so fast into the slot that he was afraid she would hit his pickup, the wall or both.

He hurried a little more and by the time he got to the drivers door of the SUV, she had lain down in the seat with her skirt pulled up and her breasts out of the top of the dress, waiting for him. Normally he would have waited, but the sight of this stranger, spread open and waiting for him was more than he could resist. 

Standing just outside the vehicle, he pulled her toward him a little more and started to play with her pussy a little more, getting her even more in the mood and giving himself time to unzip and unbutton his jeans and lower them enough to get his member out. 

She was laying just on the edge of the seat, the seat scooted all the way back and her pussy readily available to him. He guided the head of his cock to the edge of her slit, sliding it up and down along its length, teasing her a little and lubricating the tip and surrounding area with her juice, She moaned and asked him not to tease her. She wanted it now and he once more asked her if she was sure that she wanted him to fuck her.

As his very tip of his cock rubbed up against her clit and back several times she begged "Oh Yes... Please fuck me...Please." So he leaned in and forced tip of his circumcised penis ahead, parting the edges of her cunt and then slowly pushed himself as far into her as he could. She shuddered at the feel of him entering her and then as he began to penetrate his 8 inches into the depths of her tunnel that her husband could not reach her breath began to catch and she moaned as he opened her up down deep. 

He began to slowly rock back and forth inside her, barely moving an inch in and out of the wet hot sheath he was buried into. He looked at her and her eyes were wide open, a mix of wonder, desire and surprise alternately filling her. 

The first time with John had been painful as he clumsily busted her cherry and over the years, he had not improved much. He would generally shove his five inches in and jackhammer it for a few minutes, shoot his load, and then pull out. In their whole marriage, from the first night until the last time before he screwed the secretary, there had been no change. She had let him start fucking her again after a year or so of punishment, but there was little change. She had refused to ride him as the little bitch secretary had although the one time she did try, it was not very satisfying since he didn't go any farther and he just laid there expecting her to do the work.

Such was not the case now as her new lover began to move faster and vary the depth, speed and ferocity of the thrust. There was no real discernible rhythm to the fucking he was giving her and looking into his face she saw that while she was breathing hard and totally confused and blindsided by the variation and the force of her lust and desire, he was still in full control of himself. Without understanding how she knew, nor caring, she just seemed to know that he knew what he was doing and was reading her body, watching her breathing, listening to the noises she was making and how her whole body was reacting to gauge his movements and control her body by keeping her off-balance as he screwed her.

She could not help thinking that for the last twenty or so years that she had been married and faithful to John, she was being robbed. She could have spent all those years, especially when she was younger and in better shape, getting fucked well and often. Had she gotten this guy and this dick at twenty and known how good it was, she would have done anything he wanted as long as she could have it all the time. And she knew that whatever it took, money, promises, whatever, she had to have this man, this cock, slamming into her from now on.

Slowly after a while, and much longer than any sex she had with John, including what little foreplay and warm-up John had ever done, this guy was still going strong, still in control and still fucking her hard fast and deep. And then she lost control. 

For the next minute or so, although she could not tell, she was in another world. The only thing that existed at all was the cock in her cunt, drilling her and moving in her driving her into her first really massive orgasm. She thought that she had experienced them with John, or with her toys, but neither John or her toys could do to her what this stranger was doing now. As she started to hit the peak, the dick inside her began to move differently and erratically, sometimes burying all the way into her and then almost all the way out as quickly as possible and then what she thought of afterward as being a rabbit fuck, barely moving more than a fraction of an inch inside her but doing it so fast as furious that it was driving her over the top. 

He would shift moving his pelvis slightly to allow his cock to move at slightly different angles into her and shifting the pressure on the walls and folds of her insides. And each time he change technique, shifted his attack, change frequency and modified speed in even the slightest bit, the massive orgasm she was feeling would continue rather than peaking so that she remained on that level, not building, but not receding, just trapped in the indescribable pleasure of her first major orgasm.

Finally, he stopped for a moment, giving her time for her peak to recede a little and hopefully catch her breath. Her eyes were still wide open, staring at him in surprise and disbelief over the climax he had just given her. And then smiling, he looked deeply into her eyes and said "Now that you got yours, its my turn."

He pulled out of her and slid her a little more across the seat and climbed into the cab. Positioning himself between her spread legs once more, he guided his cock back inside her, her natural lubrication from the initial fuck and the orgasm she had flooding her twat and making his re-entry much easier than the first time. Once firmly and fully enclosed within her most intimate and private area, he lifted her legs past up and bending her lower body, he moves her ankles to his shoulders. Leaning in once more she gasped and her eyes got just a little wider as his cock began to push and stretch the back of her pussy, filling her up even more than before and more than she had even been able to push her biggest dildo inside herself. There was no way John could have even been anywhere close to stretching her pussy as this man was now. 

Then the started fucking her. Only this time, it was not fucking to get her off. He was now being selfish and fucking her poor, stretched pussy for his enjoyment. He began to pound down into her, hard, fast and ferociously, slamming into her, trying to bury the tip of his cock into her cervix. As he fucked her, he began to talk to her, telling her how good her pussy felt and he much he was enjoying the feel of her pussy around his cock. Of course, the whole time he was looking into her eyes, She was struck with the fact that John never looked at her when they fucked, But this guy was looking into her eyes and seemingly into her soul. 

For the first time in her life, she actually felt that she belonged here, being screwed by this stranger. It had always felt a little uncomfortable and strange having sex with her husband. But with this stranger it was different. It felt right, it felt correct. It felt natural.

And it felt so damn good. As he was getting his, she got hers again, and then again as a series of small orgasms began to shake her as he pounded her pussy. She had always read about multiple orgasms and thought they were a myth. But there they were, a series of small intense quick climaxes, none being able to last long due to the rapid and insistent screwing this strange man was delighting her with. 

In between the orgasms, when she could hear and somewhat understand, she did manage to hear him mention getting together to fuck again and she readily and enthusiastically said yes. She seemed to remember later agreeing to meet anywhere at anytime, and although she agreed and made that and dozens of other promises while the screwed, she meant each and every one of them, even is she could not remember all of them. She would have said, done, and agreed to anything and everything he wanted he to do or that he wanted to do with and to her. From the first kiss, the first feel and definitely after the first orgasm, she was his whore, his slut. She belonged to him, even if she was married to someone else. 

Then she felt him stiffen a little and his frequency and speed slowed down somewhat as he asked her if she was fertile. He continued to pump her, though now as hard and fast, but enough. It took a second or two to realize what he asked and then she answered yes. As he began to fight to control his orgasm and his body, and his movements he asked if he could come in her, even though they both were fertile still and he could possibly knock her up. And out of nowhere the sudden desire to bear his child rushed over her. She looked him in the eye and said "Yes, Come in me. Knock me up as her next orgasm began to peak and his joined hers. She could feel him stiffen, almost paralyzed as the pleasure took him over and he could no longer move, just using his weight to force his shaft as far into her as possible. She could feel the come emerge from his organ and begin to flood her cunt, his little swimmers headed to the small opening of her cervix and escaping to her uterus, searching for the egg they hoped, and that she really was not aware of being there to accept them.




Wednesday Afternoon



Wednesday was hump day for Janie in more ways than one. It was the middle of the week, it was the day her mom wanted the kids to visit her, and it was Janie's day to cruise the Mall. She loved the eye candy at the Mall and the peace of not having a four year old and a one year old climbing and clinging to her. 

She dropped the kids off a little before noon and made her getaway as quickly as possible. There were three Malls to choose from and today she picked the closest. Bill, her husband of five years was being a dickhead more than normal and she was ready for something better or at least new.

Janie parked her minivan in an out of the way area of the big parking lot and changed from her t-shirt and shorts to her prowling clothes, as she called them. A short, tight white mini skirt and a gold silk blouse that buttoned up the front. A wide belt and heels completed her ensemble. No panties and no bra were allowed when cruising the Mall.

Once she changed and reapplied her makeup, she moved the minivan around to the side entrance and got out. The breeze blowing on her bare legs felt different from when she had the shorts on. The fact that it blew up her skirt and reminded her that she didn't have panties on was the main difference.

The silk blouse fluttered slightly against her bare breasts and nipples. She shifted her shoulders as she locked the van and sighed at the way her nipples ached under the touch of the silky material. She had been horny as hell since Sunday when Bill had turned down her sexual advances. If he didn't want it then she would find someone who did. 

*****

The air conditioning in the Mall made her nipples stay hard enough to cut glass. The twin peaks in her shirt rubbed on the material as she walked and sent little waves of pleasure through her body. She placed one foot in front of the other as she walked and felt her lower lips rub together as her hips swiveled. God, she was horny.

She had cover only a quarter of the Mall and had already picked out three candidates for her lust. One was a little young but enthusiasm might just be what she needed today. One was older but very good-looking. The third was the best looking and close to her age of the late twenties but he had a wedding ring.

Janie very seldom fooled with married men or at least ones she knew were married but this one was gorgeous in a tall, dark, and oh so sexy way. She already knew he did not wear underwear and that his dick was hanging down his left pants leg. The loose slacks didn't give much more information.

He went into a Men's Shop and Janie took a seat by the fountain. She was trying to decide whether to just go up to him and ask for what she wanted or to play the coy roll and see if he would bite on his own. One way was quick and one way took time. She was in a hurry today.

Just for fun, she flashed her bare clean-shaven pussy at the old man on the bench across the way from her. She left one foot in place and twisted sideways to look behind her. Her knee that moved flopped to the side slightly and spread her thighs and skirt. 

When she looked back quickly, his shocked look and then lustful grin made her laugh and it made her shiver. She closed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. Flashing always thrilled her and made her pussy very wet. Even an old fart like the one she had just flashed appreciated the hell out of it.

She glanced at the display window of the Men's Store. The man was at the register paying for his purchase. She stood up and started that way. She saw the old man watching her closely. She turned her head, smiled and winked at him. She could have sworn he blushed. She wore a grin as she continued on her way.

Her timing was perfect as she ran head on into the man as he left the shop. She grabbed him as he grabbed her. They clung together as she caught her balance, which seemed innocent enough except for her hip pressed tightly to his manhood. 

"I'm sorry," the man said, starting to apologize. 

"I'm not," Janie whispered with a grin as her hip and upper thigh rubbed against him more firmly. "I also hope that's not a rolled up sock."

The man's demeanor changed instantly. "That's no sock and if you don't quite rubbing it, there's going to be a tent show going on for the good people here in the Mall."

"Then you'll have to walk close behind me as we leave, won't you?"

"And if you stop suddenly?" He asked with a grin.

"I love getting rear ended," Janie whispered breathily. "In fact, since I'm married that's the only thing down there that's not reserved for my husband. As far as sticking things in anyway." She rubbed his dick as she said "things".

Then he dropped a bombshell. "Only if my wife can watch or participate."

"Uh.... Now there's something new I haven't heard before," Janie whispered with a giggle. "That is, if you're serious."

"I never joke about my wife. Anyway, I think she would just eat you up."

Janie shivered and whispered, "Promises, promises."

"Then you're bi?" The man asked.

Janie grinned and replied, "Not yet, but...."

"I live about three blocks from here. Do you want to follow or ride?" The man asked.

"I had better follow. I have to be somewhere by five."

"Then we have a few hours to play. Good, I don't like rushing things," the man said as he let go of Janie and they stepped apart. 

Janie's eyes dropped to the lengthy bulge in his pants leg. "Oh my, that is going to hurt so good," she whispered as she turned and started walking away from him.

In two steps, he caught up with her and placed his hand on her shoulder. He was slightly behind her and slightly off to the side. She knew his dick was only inches from her ass as they walked. She started to change strides and see if he was still hard but decided against it.

"Where are you parked?" He asked.

"The North side entrance." She told him. 

"Good. So am I."

"You and your wife are swingers?" Janie asked a moment later.

"Not members of a group or anything but we both keep our eyes out for someone that looks interesting."

"I guess I look interesting then," Janie teased.

"No darling, you look gorgeous and fuckable as all get out. As I said, my wife is going to love you. She is very small and petite but has the sexual appetite of three women combined. She loves men and women and will try damned near anything at least once."

"She sounds like a woman after my own heart. I just wish my asshole husband would try something that wasn't just for him and him alone. Would you believe he turned me down for sex Sunday morning," Janie confessed.

"Some men are just crazy, lazy, or stupid."

"I think he's all three."

They reached the door about then and Janie reached out to push the handle. The man's hands closed over hers and he held the door shut as he pressed his hard-on against her ass and thigh. "If it was me, I'd fuck you right here and anywhere else the opportunity came up or along."

Janie gasped at the hardness and heat, not to mention his words. She pushed her ass back and whimpered as she rubbed up against him. "If it wasn't so crowded today I might just let you," she heard herself whisper.

He pushed open the door and followed her out to the curb. His hands on her shoulders stopped her right there. His hands moved up and down her arms and brushed the sides of her breasts. "Maybe some other time you can get away in the late evening," he whispered. "My wife and I have fucked in half the stores in this Mall."

Janie whimpered softly and shivered as he kissed her neck.

"Go get in your car and meet me at the mid street exit. I'll be driving a silver truck with a black bed cover on it."

Then he let her go and walked away across the parking lot. 

Janie watched his ass move under the slacks and sighed as she headed for her van.

*****

It was all Janie could do to keep her fingers out of her pussy as she followed the silver truck. True to his word, three blocks later they pulled into the driveway of a small ranch style house. A cute little dark haired oriental woman was on the front porch waiting for them.

As Janie got out of her van, the man got out of his truck. They walked side by side down the sidewalk to the porch. At the steps he paused and said, "This is my wife Amy and I'm Todd and you are?"

"I'm Janie," she said smiling at the tiny oriental woman and bowing her head slightly. Amy wore the most beautiful dragon robe that Janie had ever seen. It covered the small woman from the throat to her ankles.

"Welcome to our home." The woman replied and reached out to take Janie's hand. With a grin, she led Janie across the porch and into the house. 

Once inside, the woman turned and came up on her toes for a kiss. Janie had to bend slightly to kiss her. She had intended to kiss her on the cheek but Amy was not having that and kissed her right on the lips. Janie stiffened slightly in surprise and then relaxed and kissed her back.

Janie felt the small woman's hands on her waist and then they slid up to brush lightly over Janie's rock hard nipples. The way Amy's tongue was dueling with her own already had Janie lightheaded. The light brushing against her nipples made her moan softly. 

A pair of large hands ran up and down her back for a moment and then something hot and hard pressed against the cleft of her ass. Janie moaned again as Amy squeezed her breasts lightly for the first time. Janie was now between a woman's soft mouth and hands and a rock hard dick. Her head was spinning with lust and anticipation.

Somewhere along the line, her blouse disappeared and Amy sucked on her nipples. Her skirt also was gone and Todd's hard hot dick felt marvelous between her ass cheeks as he kissed and nibbled on her shoulders and neck. When she shifted her feet farther apart and bent more, Todd rubbed his dick even harder against her ass.

"We need to move to a more comfortable place," Amy said as she released the nipple she had been sucking on.

Janie moaned and flexed her hips as Todd's hands pulled on her shoulders and stood her upright. His dick was pressed to the top of her ass and tailbone. "The bedroom or the couch?" He asked his wife.

"The couch sounds good but I need a few things from the bedroom," Amy replied as she licked and then nipped Janie's rock hard nipples. She stepped back and smiled. "I think our new friend is enjoying herself immensely and I want that to continue."

"You remember her stipulations, right?" Todd asked as his hands came up and caressed Janie's breasts lightly. He had talked to his wife on the phone on the way home.

"Oh yes, I understand she can only be fucked in the ass by you but I wonder if that applies to toys as well," Amy whispered. "Do you like toys, Janie?"

Todd was massaging her breasts and cupping them in a delicious way with his big rough hands. Janie heard Amy's question and moaned deeply. "I love toys but my husband hates them." She replied with several whimpering moans.

"Good. Good, then I will get my toys," Amy said with a big smile as she turned and hurried away.

Todd guided Janie to the big overstuffed couch in the living room and she ended up sitting on his lap and kissing him. She was well aware of his hot dick as it pressed against her hip and his hand teased her breasts. A warm mouth on her nipple in place of Todd's hand announced Amy's return. 

Janie shivered as Todd's hand slid down her stomach and teased the hair on her mound. Janie raised her right leg and put her foot on the couch. She rolled her left knee outward to give him easier access to her sex. She moaned softly as a fingertip found her clit and rolled it gently. 

Being kissed while someone sucked her nipples and having her clit rubbed at the same time was awesome and sent waves of pleasure cascading throughout her body. Janie had already had three small orgasms in rapid succession. 

In the position she was in, Janie couldn't reach Todd's dick but she could reach Amy's small breasts. Janie thought of Amy's nipples as tiny but the woman moaned softly when Janie pinched and rolled one of them. She suddenly had the urge to suck on them as Amy had been sucking hers.

Janie squirmed around on Todd's lap until she was facing away from him. Their kiss had broken and then Amy was kissing her. Janie had a leg on each side of Todd's now and his hot dick was pressed to her tailbone and lower back. His free hand now caressed her breasts along with Amy's hands. 

Several more small orgasms rolled over Janie before she felt Todd lift her up off his lap for a moment. Amy's hands left her breasts and when Janie was lowered back to Todd's lap, his hard hot dick was now pressing against her sex from behind. His finger returned to lightly caress her clit and another orgasm lashed Janie, this one slightly larger than the last two.

Amy gently pushed Janie back until she was leaning on Todd. Then Amy was back to licking and sucking on Janie's nipples and Janie rocked back and forth on the hot dick pressed to her opening. She was almost at the point of sensory overload as the largest orgasm yet built in her lower belly.

Janie's hands found Amy's breasts again and she caressed and lightly squeezed them. Amy moaned around the breast in her mouth and sucked it even harder. Janie pinched and rolled both of Amy's nipples and Amy nipped her nipple gently. A jolt of pure pleasure streaked down from Janie's nipple to her sopping wet pussy. 

Todd lifted his hips and scooted both he and Janie forward on the seat cushion. Janie felt her legs spread wider as Todd spread his own legs slightly. Janie dropped one hand to her lap and moaned as she found the head and several inches of his dick sticking out in front of her sex. 

He groaned softly as she wrapped her fingers around what she could reach and squeezed. Suddenly she wondered just how much of that she could take up her ass. His was the biggest dick she had ever encountered and it thrilled her. It also scared her slightly and then she wondered how tiny Amy could take such a dick with her tiny body.

Todd scooted forward again and Janie felt her legs go even wider. She was more lying on Todd now than leaning. More of Todd's dick was in front of her now and she moaned as her hips flexed and she felt the shaft rub her opening and part of her slit. Amy as half lying on top of Janie and her body felt so sexy as Janie stroked her back and ass.

Janie did not remember Amy taking the robe off but then again she had been in a sexual haze since she came through the door. There was a wide belt around Amy's narrow waist and straps around her thighs. Janie thought this was odd for a second but as the next orgasm rolled over her, she lost her train of thought.

This orgasm had been the biggest one yet and as Janie floated on the afterglow, she became aware of hair tickling her belly. She opened her eyes for the first time in.... Well, it had been a while, and looked down her body. Amy was on her knees and had the head of Todd's dick in her small mouth.

Janie groaned. She had never seen another woman suck a dick in person before and she found it highly erotic. When Amy looked up at her with that big dick stretching her mouth, Janie groaned even louder and flexed her hips. Amy popped Todd's dick out of her mouth and smiled at Janie as she ran her tongue over the slick looking shiny surface of the head.

Amy planted a kiss on the very end of Todd's dick and then pushed it down. Still looking into Janie's eyes, she stuck out her tongue and leaned over more. Her tongue was only inches from Janie's swollen, exposed clit. Janie groaned and then whimpered as Amy wiggled her tongue.

"I.... Uh...." Janie started to say but Amy's hot slick tongue on her clit made her forget what she was going to say. She moaned and flexed her hips instead.

Janie loved to have her pussy eaten. That is what had convinced her to marry her asshole husband in the first place. When they had dated, he had loved to do it and had been great at it. Once they were married and had one child, he had lost interest. 

She had fantasized about a woman eating her pussy but she had never actively pursued the matter. If Amy's softly fluttering tongue and sucking lips were any indication of oral sex and women, Janie was going to check it out, check it out, and check it out. An orgasm was building the likes of which Janie had never even dreamed about. 

Amy's eyes on hers and Amy's tongue and lips on her clit were pushing Janie to heights never dreamed of in any fantasy. When it got to the point where Janie couldn't catch her breath, she pushed at Amy's head. 

Todd gently pulled her arms back and held them. He spread his knees, which spread Janie's legs even wider. Janie struggled weakly; the building orgasm sapped her strength, both in mind and in body as Amy continued to suck and lick at her clit.

The orgasm that rolled over Janie was sudden and very sharp. It made her close her eyes and moan loudly as she flexed her hips up and back. The way her legs were spread limited her movement but she tensed up and strained against Todd's legs until her hips shook and her stomach muscles jerked.

Amy's tongue was now sweet torture as it slowly rolled Janie's clit around. She would have pushed Amy's head away if she could have. As it was she suddenly became aware of the feels of another orgasm building and building quickly. Janie moaned loudly and flexed her hips in anticipation. A moment later, she whimpered in frustration as Amy quit licking her clit.

Janie opened her eyes to see Amy sucking on Todd's dick again. The sight made her moan softly. Amy popped the dick out of her mouth with a slurping sound and grinned at Janie. She showed Janie a bottle of lube and opened it. 

As she applied the slippery fluid to Todd's dick she whispered, "Time to see just how good this will hurt going up your sweet little ass."

Janie groaned and flexed her hips again at Amy's words and the brush of her hands against her sex. Todd's hands on her breasts and nipples were just adding to the lust and fire in her belly. She knew she would come her brains out when his dick went up her ass. If Amy went back to licking her clit, she would die from total overload.

Slowly, Todd sat up, lifting Janie easily up off his lap as he did. Janie gasped as she felt the hot slippery head run across her opening several times and then groaned as it centered up against her anus. Amy's hot slippery tongue on her clit made Janie jump and then her breath was taken away as Todd lowered her body and the head of his dick pierced her asshole. She had played with her biggest toy back there once but this was well beyond that. It didn't hurt as much as she thought it would and when her inner muscles grabbed a hold on him, it felt wonderful to be so full.

Amy's tongue on her clit was driving her up a wall as Todd's big dick slowly went deeper and deeper. Janie was coming and coming hard long before her ass cheeks touched Todd's thighs. When she realized that he was all the way in she came even harder, her hips flexing and jerking so hard, Amy had to abandon licking her clit.

Janie's yells of pure pleasure were loud and long. The joy racing along her nervous system was almost painful. Her ass had never been so full. Hands on her breasts and a tongue in her pussy drove her even higher. When Amy's nose brushed her clit ever so often, Janie would gasp as her orgasm shot back up the scale.

Time and space lost all meaning for Janie. Her orgasm was all consuming. She hardly noticed when something cool and rubbery pushed at the entrance to her sex. Then it was entering her and her eyes popped open wide. She looked down to see a thick red dildo in a harness around Amy's tiny waist.

As the red dildo went deeper, Janie took a deep gasping breath but couldn't let it out. With Todd's big dick in her ass, the dildo entering her vagina felt huge. It did not hurt in the least but it kept filling her and filling her. The feeling was incredible. Suddenly Janie was coming like never before in her life. The trapped breath was now a scream of pure lust and pleasure.




Wednesday Afternoon Delight



John finished brushing his teeth and dropped his brush back onto the sink counter next to the paste. Rather than put on his running clothes as he had intended, he slipped back into bed. His knee was still sore from the previous week's surgery and he didn't feel up to the morning walk he had planned. He listened to the shower running in the bathroom as his wife Imelda readied herself for work and felt his cock stir. He calmly wrapped the fingers of his right hand around it and gave it several, slow, soft strokes. He smiled as he thought of yesterday afternoon when had almost been caught doing exactly this.

He had just read a story from one of his favorite Internet websites and was extremely aroused. It was a little past one in the afternoon. His kids weren't due home from school until after four and his wife wouldn't be off work until five, so he should have been safe. Taking advantage of what he thought to be a safe time, he had lay on his bed and eased his gym shorts and underwear down to his knees. Then he had slowly begun to stroke his cock as it ached for relief. Before he could bring it to that much needed relief, he heard his front door open and recognized the giggling voices of his eighteen year-old daughter Julia and her friend Hanna. 

He had quickly pulled his shorts back up and painfully shoved his still hard cock back inside them. Then he prayed that his hard on would subside as he stepped from his bedroom to confront the girls just as they were entering Julia's room. 

"What's up, girls?" he had asked. How clever, right?

Julia blushed and stood frozen as if she had been caught with her hand in a cookie jar before supper. Hanna was equally frozen, but no one would ever know if she was blushing or not. The exotic coloring given to her by the mixture of her Philippine mother and African-American father left her with that advantage. Again, John prayed to himself that they would not notice his hard on. Even without reading the story and playing with himself before hand, Hanna had always had this effect on him; and he dreamed of the day he could get inside her pants. 

"Wow, Dad," Julia said. "I forgot all about you being home this week. How's your knee feel?" 

"Yeah, Mr. Stone," Hanna chirped in. "Are you recovering from the operation?"

John had shrugged and said; "The knee feels better by the hour. Amazing what today's techniques have done for us, a friend of mine had this same injury when we were in high school and he spent six weeks in a cast. Now, I don't even need a brace."

The conversation about John's knee had apparently given Julia enough time to think up an excuse for being home at that time of day, and she said, "I forgot my history paper and had to come home to get it before fifth period starts."

Uh huh. John couldn't help thinking. And I'm sure she needed Hanna to help her find the assignment. But, he graciously didn't probe deeper as to the real reason his daughter and her beautiful friend were here in the house. Instead, he just said, "Well, you better get to hurrying or fifth period will be starting with out you."

John smiled as he remembered their relieved expressions, and smiled further as he now felt a smaller, softer hand replacing his on his cock. Imagining it was Hanna's, but knowing it was Imelda's, he moved his hand away and let Imelda take over the strokes. He sighed and continued to pretend as Imelda lowered her head and took his erection into her mouth. Oh, God. Yes, Hanna, he thought as Imelda ran her lips and tongue up and down the length of his steel hard shaft. That's it, Hanna. Come on, you little bitch. Use that mouth of yours. 

He gasped as Imelda took him from her mouth and threw her right leg over him and placed the tip of his cock at her moist entrance. They both gasped as she slowly impaled herself with his cock. As she patiently eased herself down on him until he had entered her fully, John found his hands roaming up her torso until they were each filled with one of Imelda's heavy breasts. Again, he imagined that it was Hanna's breasts that he held in his hands and that instead of Imelda's long pink nipples it was Hanna's small brown ones that were being stroked by his thumbs. 

Soon, Imelda was panting heavily as she rode up and down on her husband's cock, and she became so lost in her orgasm that she didn't even notice John whispering, "Fuck me, Hanna. Fuck me."

Instead, not wanting to alert her teenage daughter and son that she was sharing a morning fuck with their father, she only concentrated on corralling her screams and smothering them in her throat. Until finally she could hold it in no longer, and she released a partially subdued scream as John shot his load inside her. 

*

This time John was up, fully clothed, and sitting at the computer reading when he heard the front door open. Again he recognized the still giggling voices of Julia and Hanna. Ah, to be high school seniors and not have a care in the world. He looked at his watch and saw that it was just before twelve. Well, he thought, this time they can claim being home for lunch. He rose from the computer and limped out to the kitchen where he was able to find Julia making Hanna and herself a turkey sandwich. He had a fleeting thought as to how well they complimented each other. Julia tall, buxom, pinkish complexion, sandy hair with long, wavy curls compared to Hanna's short, dark, erotic look and thick, straight, jet-black hair. They both flashed him big smiles and showed their straight teeth as Julia said, "Hey, Dad. Want a sandwich?"

"Sure," John said as he took a seat at the table. "Tell me what else you girls are up too."

He would have sworn that he caught them exchange knowing looks before Julia laid down the knife she was using to spread mayonnaise with and said, "What makes you think we're up to anything?"

John chuckled and said, "You're always up to something, Julia. Come on. What were y'all doing here yesterday? And, don't give me any of that bullshit about coming to get an assignment."

Julia tried her best to look innocent and said, "What makes you think that was bullshit?"

John took a bite of the sandwich, and after chewing for a few moments; he swallowed and put it back down. Then he said, "One, I have serious doubts that you would have been concerned enough about your paper to come home and get it when I know Ms. Vargas would have let you turn it in late. And, two, perhaps you didn't realize that you left without ever going into your room to get this so called History paper."

Julia's jaw dropped, but she couldn't help grinning when Hanna giggled and said, "Oops. We're busted, girlfriend."

"Come on," John said as he took a second bite. "What was up?"

"Well," Julia said hesitantly. "Promise you won't tell Mom."

John rolled his eyes and said, "Please. She's just starting to wind down from finding the rubbers in your purse. I got no desire to re-energize her."

Julia and Hanna both giggled, and Julia said, "Okay. As long as it is just between us."

John made an X on his chest and said, "Cross my heart. Imelda will never hear it from me."

Julia still hesitated, so Hanna popped in and said, "Jeff gave her a joint the night before and she didn't want to take a chance getting busted with it at school, so we were coming back here to smoke it."

John took another bite of his sandwich and rolled the thought around in his head. When he finished chewing he said, "Is that it?"

"Yes," Julia confessed.

John finished his sandwich and shrugged, "What's the big deal about that?"

"You know how mom can get."

John smiled and said, "Yeah, I know how she can get, but she's smoked a joint or two in her day. I can't see her having that big a fit just because you're smoking it."

"She's had sex before too, but that didn't stop her from going over the edge when she found out I was getting laid."

John's smile broadened and he said, "That's true."

"What did you think we were coming here to do, Mr. Stone?" Hanna asked.

"I had no clue," John said. 

"Come on," Hanna chided. "What the hell did you think we were up to?"

What the fuck, John thought to himself. Go ahead and say it. "I really didn't know. For all I knew, you could have been planning on fooling around."

Julia looked at John, astonished and said, "I can't believe you said that."

I don't hear either one of them denying it, John thought. Then he shrugged and said, "Anything is possible, but like I said, I had no clue."

Hanna winked at Julia and said, "I think we should have him tell us what he had going on when we got here."

"Huh," John said.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Uh, no, I don't," John said.

Julia and Hanna both giggled again and Hanna said, "I don't suppose you really thought we didn't notice the bulge in your shorts."

John turned beet red and Julia continued, "Yeah, and you were already like that when you walked out of the bedroom, so it couldn't have been the sexy tight pants Hanna had on that made you hard."

John was both shocked and delighted at the direction this conversation had turned to, but he wasn't sure where to try to take it to. So, he hesitated again and Hanna said, "Come on, Mr. Stone. What were you doing?"

"I wasn't doing anything. As I'm sure you both know, men get erections from time to time. They don't have to be doing anything for it to happen."

"Yeah, right," they both answered him at once. 

"I bet you were in a chat room talking to some young girl," Hanna said. 

"Maybe even one of his students," Julia added.

"Girls, girls," he said. "What do you think of me?"

"That you're a man," Hanna said.

John paused and finally said, "That I am."

Both girls giggled again and Julia said, "That's a confession if I ever heard one."

"Yep," agreed Hanna. "As long as you're confessing though, tell us the whole story. Which one of your students are you fucking?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," John said raising his hands. "I never said anything like that."

"Me thinks he doth protest too much," Julia said.

"Me too," said Hanna. "Come on. Who is it?"

John pointed an index finger at each girl and said, "I am NOT fucking one of my students."

Both girls erupted in laughter and Hanna finally said, "So, what were you doing?"

"I was just reading. Okay."

"Reading what?" Julia asked.

"Never mind."

"Come on," Hanna said. "We told you what we were up to. We even let you have your little fantasy about us coming here to get busy. Show us what you were doing."

"Hey," John protested weakly. "That's not my fantasy."

Liar, he thought to himself. 

"Yeah, right," Hanna said. "Show us what you were reading."

What the fuck, he thought. "Alright, come on."

They followed him into the bedroom and as he sat down in the chair at his computer, Julia sat on the corner of the bed and opened her legs so that the shorter Hanna would have room to sit between them in front of her. He turned the computer monitor at an angle so that they would be able to read it. As soon as he moved his mouse, the screen saver disappeared. Since he had never signed off, the computer showed the girls that John had been perusing the list of stories written by PAUL C on the website Literotic. 

"There," he said as he turned to look at them. "That's what I was reading."

Was it his imagination, or had he just caught a glimpse of Julia's left hand letting go of Hanna's tit as soon as he turned to look at them? It now rested on the side of Hanna's thigh, but he would have sworn his peripheral vision caught the movement of the hand going from tit to thigh. Just the hand resting where it was and Hanna leaning back into Julia as Julia set her chin on Hanna's shoulder produced a wave of erotic images in John's mind, and one thing that definitely wasn't in John's imagination was the fact that Hanna's nipples were proudly and prominently protruding through her thin cotton tee shirt. 

John turned back to the computer as Hanna asked, "What's Literotica?"

John shrugged and said, "Just a website I visit from time to time. It let's people post erotic fiction on line. Some of them are very good. This guy in particular writes wonderful stories."

"Show us one," Hanna said.

He turned back to them and again he would have sworn that he saw a flash of Julia's hand leaving Hanna's tit and finding their way back to Hanna's thigh. Now, though, both hands were resting on top of Hanna's thighs. Almost in her lap. Very close to her crotch in fact. If John didn't know better, he would also say she appeared flushed. She definitely sounded it. And, was Julia whispering in her ear? Or, was she licking it? Damn, he felt himself growing in his shorts. 

"You going to show us one, or not?"

Julia's question snapped him out of his trance. "Yeah, sure. Here. This one is one of my favorites," he said as he scrolled down the screen until he arrived at RETURN TO DALLAS.

"Cool," both girls said. "It's set here in Dallas."

As he turned to look back at them again, he said, "Yeah, that's what caught my eye the first time I read it."

This time Julia didn't move her hand away, but slowly continued to stroke her thumb across Hanna's nipple. As badly as John wanted to just sit and watch that, he turned back to the story and opened it for the girls to get a chance to read. 

"Read it to us, Mr. Stone," Hanna said. Almost in a pant. "The monitor is too far away."

She sounds like she is about to get off, John thought, but he was afraid to turn and look to see what was happening. He desperately wanted to take that look, but instead he just clicked open the story and began to read. The story commenced at DFW International airport with a man named Paul waiting for his lover Michelle to pick him up. As it turned out, Michelle had brought her friend Tammy along for the rendezvous. They rode in Michelle's van from the airport to Paul's hotel with Paul stealing glances and getting feels from both girls. Once at his room, it was only a short matter of time before he was taking his lover into his arms and her friend was joining them in bed.

As they came to the scene where Michelle was using her strap on dildo to fuck Tammy with while Paul applied Vaseline to Tammy's asshole, John took the chance to steal a quick glance back at the girls. In so doing, he was able to see that Heather's jeans were open and that there was a hand down inside her panties. Not her own hand at that. He quickly turned his head back to the screen and began reading again. All the while thinking to himself that he was going to bust a nut in his shorts any second. 

As he went into the description of Tammy riding Michelle's strap on cock while Paul fucked her in the ass, Julia's cell phone began to ring. She quickly jumped up, saying, "Shit! I bet that's Jeff."

John turned from the computer to see her scampering off the bed to run down the phone. In the course of that action, he was also able to see that her shirt was completely unbuttoned and open all the way down the front, giving him a perfect view her ample bosom. A bosom that was just as heavy, and with nipples just as long and pink as her mother's. Like Hanna's, her jeans were also unbuttoned and unzipped. As Juila ran from the room to get her phone, John's eyes left her and settled on Hanna just in time to see her pulling her tee shirt down over her small, brown tits. She didn't bother to try to zip up or button her jeans. It suddenly occurred to him for the first time that neither girl was wearing a bra. Hanna then shrugged and said, "Great story, huh."

Not sure how to respond, John just agreed. Not as great as what is going on behind me though, he thought. Before he could think of anything else to say, Julia came back into the room declaring to Hanna, "Jeff's friend can't get his brother's car like he thought, so he needs me to come get him. I'm going over to his apartment. You want to come?"

Unfortunately, her shirt was now fully buttoned and her jeans were both buttoned and zipped. John wasn't sure if that relieved or disappointed him.

"Is it just Jeff over there?"

"Yeah," Julia said. "His friend doesn't have a ride either without his brother's car."

"We could go get him," Hanna said. 

Julia shook her head and said, "He went somewhere with his brother. That's why he couldn't get the car."

"Shit," Hanna said. "I'd rather stay here and read than go to Jeff's house and watch TV while the two of you go back in his room and fuck."

I couldn't help thinking that it was unlikely that Hanna would not join them if indeed Jeff took Julia back to his room to fuck. 

"But," Julia asked. "How will you get home?"

Hanna turned back to me and said, "You'll give me a ride, won't you, Mr. Stone."

"Only if you start calling me John. Considering everything that has happened in the last thirty minutes, being called Mr. Stone by you makes me feel very perverted."

The girls giggled, and almost together said, "You are very perverted."

Hanna reached out and touched his face and said, "That's okay though. We're just as perverted, and now we know Julia came by it naturally."

Julia leaned down and gave Hanna a quick kiss. Not really that quick. Then she waved her fingers at John and said, "Bye, Dad. Take good care of her for me."

"I'll try," John said with the words almost sticking in his throat.

As the front door slammed shut, Hanna turned to him and said, "I'm ready for that ride now, John."

John stood up and said, "Let me get my shoes."

Hanna giggled and lay back on the bed. She kicked her own shoes off and said, "You don't need shoes for the kind of ride I want."

John began to stutter and Hanna put her finger to her lips and said, "Shhhhhh. I can see from the bulge in your shorts that you're just as ready as I am."

From there she simultaneously slide her jeans and panties down her thighs. As they reached her knees, John grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way off. Then she sat up and he pulled her tee shirt up over her head and tossed it in the general direction of her other clothes. He then wasted no time ripping his own tee shirt up over his head and tossing it into the same pile. She leaned forward and pulled down his gym shorts so his cock could spring free. 

"Mmmm," she said. "Now that's what I'm talking about getting a ride from."

John kicked his shorts and underwear the rest of the way off and quickly joined her on the bed. They began to kiss and Hanna took his cock into her soft little hand and began to stroke it. "Oh my god," she said. "I do believe you've got a loaded weapon here, John."

She pushed him onto his back and began to suck and lick one of his nipples as she continued to work her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She stopped sucking for a moment and looked at him devilishly and said, "Tell me something, John. What got you so ready so soon? Reading the story, or knowing that Juliaa and I were behind you making out while you read?"

John groaned and used all his control to not come in the young girl's hand. He wanted to save that first cum for her mouth. 

"Huh," she asked as she stroked a little faster. "I didn't hear you answer me."

"I don't know," he gasped as he fought for control.

"Don't lie to me, John," Hanna said stroking him even faster. "You were getting turned on thinking about me and Julia being on this bed together, weren't you?"

John arched his back and gritted his teeth and tried not to listen to her words. She leaned her lips to his ear and said, "You want to cum in my hand or somewhere else?"

John continued to grit his teeth. "Huh," she said. "I can't hear you, John."

"Somewhere else," he finally managed to grunt out.

"Really," she teased. "Where do you want to cum? In my mouth, or in my pussy? Or, in both?"

"Uhhhhh," he groaned. "Both."

"Ah," she whispered in his ear. "Tell me the truth then, or I'll just keep stroking until you shoot off in my hand. You wish Julia were still here, don't you? You want to fuck her just as much as you want to fuck me, don't you?"




Wednesday Afternoon Delight



John shook his head and said, "No. Noooooooo."

"What?" Hanna said as she speed up the movement of her hand. "I said to tell me the truth. You want to fuck Julia, don't you? You want to fuck her just as bad as you want to fuck me, don't you?"

Again, as he fought for control, John shook his head violently and said, "Nooooooooo."

Hanna touched her lips to his ear as she stroked a little slower and said, "Are you sure?"

John nodded his head up and down this time but didn't say anything.

"You don't want to fuck her just as much as you want to fuck me?" Hanna asked again.

"No," John said. "I want to fuck you."

"That's good," Hanna said. "But you would like to watch her and me, wouldn't you?"

John gritted his teeth back together and Hanna increased her tempo again and said, "Don't lie. You know you want to watch us doing nasty things to each other."

John couldn't take it anymore and groaned loudly. As soon as Hanna realized he was going to cum, she clamped her lips over his cock and began to suck for all she was worth. She kept sucking even as she felt his semen hitting the back of her throat and she didn't stop until she had sucked up and swallowed every last drop. Then she leaned up and kissed John on the lips. Then she kissed her way from his lips down to his neck and on down to his chest. She took one nipple between her lips and began to kiss, lick and suck it. Then she kissed her way over to the other one and gave it the same attention. 

She kissed her way down his stomach and then to his limp cock and she took it back into her mouth. As he began to respond to her lips and tongue, he pulled her by the legs and nestled his face into her pussy. She was already quite wet but got only wetter as he began to slowly lap his tongue up and down the length of her pussy lips. As soon as he was again fully erect, she rolled off of him and smiled. "You do that real good," she said. Then she crawled up so that she could put her lips back to his ear and as she took his cock into her hand and began to stroke it very slowly, she said, "But, to be honest, Julia does it better."

John groaned and gritted his teeth again, and Hanna purred to him, "That turns you on, doesn't it?"

John nodded his head up and down.

Hanna smiled and purred some more, "You wish she was here, don't you?"

John nodded again as Hanna continued to slowly stroke his cock. "What do you wish she was here doing?"

John didn't answer.

"Huh," she said. "Do you wish she was here letting you watch me eat her pussy?"

John nodded and Hanna said, "That's right. You want to watch me go down on her, don't you? And, you want fuck me from behind while I do it, don't you?"

John nodded again as she rolled onto her stomach and offered herself to him. John wasted no time in moving onto his knees and positioning himself behind her upraised ass. Normally, when he fucked Imelda this way, he could enter her with one stroke. That wasn't the case with Hanna, and it was her turn to moan and groan as he slowly worked his cock into her. Now it was his turn to tease her a little bit as he got his cock about half way inside and then pulled it all the way out.

"Nooooo!" she moaned as he rubbed the length of her pussy lips with the head of his cock. "I want it in me."

"What was that?" he asked.

"In me," she screamed. "I want your cock inside me."

"Ahhhhh," he said as he pushed his cock a quarter of the way into her. "I thought you just wanted to tease. I didn't think you actually wanted to fuck."

"Yessssss," she moaned as he inch by inch worked his cock the rest of the way into her. "That's it, John. That's what I want. Put it in me. Please. I want it all."

So, he gave her what she wanted and pierced her with his cock. She was so tight it felt as if he were going to split her in two, but she kept thrusting back to meet him as he thrust forward until he had penetrated her entirely. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my fucking God," she screamed as thrust himself into her time after time after time.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. That feels so fucking good," she screamed as he reached a hand underneath her and stroked her clit while he pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy. 

"You like that?" he whispered to her.

"Oh yes. Oh yes," she screamed as he brought her to one orgasm after another. 

"That's what I thought," he said as he began to pound into her for all he was worth until he could no longer hold back his own climax. 

He started to pull out, but Hanna felt him and said, "No. Cum inside me. Tonight when I'm licking Jeff's cum out of her, I want Julia to be licking your cum out of me."

That was all John could take, and he grunted and shot his load deep into her pussy until he could not give her another stroke and he pulled out and collapsed next to her. She snuggled up to him and rested her face on his shoulder and told him, "That was incredible, but next time will be better."

John shook his head and said, "That was the best fuck I ever had in my life. I don't see how it could possibly be any better than that was."

She gave him her evil grin and said, "Of course it can. Next time, instead of talking about it, I'll really be going down on Julia while you fuck me."

John didn't say anything, so she touched her lips to his ear one more time and said, "And, if you're really good. I mean really, really good. We'll flip around and you can fuck Julia while she goes down on me."

John started to protest his denial, but Hanna just put a finger to his lips and said, "Shhhh. Let's get a short nap and maybe we'll have time to do it again before Mrs. Stone comes home." 



Wednesday Afternoon



Janie found herself lying on Todd with Amy on top between her wide spread thighs. Amy's small hips were thrusting the red dildo in and out of her with surprising strength. As her body rocked, she could feel Todd's dick moving in her ass. The giant orgasm that had been ebbing now took off to new heights, dizzying, mind-blowing heights.

*****

Janie came back to her senses curled up on her side on the couch. A strange double slapping sound drew her attention to the couple on the floor in the middle of the room. Amy straddled Todd's hips and was bouncing up and down on his long hard dick. Her ass slapping his hips was one sound. The big red dildo slapping against Todd's belly was the other. 

Amy had her head thrown back, her small breast moved up and down in counterpoint as she drove Todd's dick in as deep as she could. Todd's hands on her hips urged her on and add to the power of each thrust of his hips as they came up to meet her. 

Janie's mouth dropped open at the power and ferocity of the two people fucking in front of her. She whimpered loudly as she pictured herself in place of Amy and that big dick hammering her asshole. A tremble of fear and lust ran throughout her body at the thought. 

Amy gave out with a long drawn out yell, suddenly, as she came. Her bouncing got out of sync with Todd's thrusts and then she fell forward to lie on top of him. Todd's hips still moved as she laid on him but they now moved slowly and gently. Janie could see shivers running up and down Amy's body from time to time in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Todd caressed Amy's back and butt lazily as he continued to slowly fuck her. Amy sighed a bit later and pushed up on her arms to smile down at him. She kissed his lips softly and then whispered, "We're ignoring our guest."

Todd laughed and looked over at Janie. "Do you feel ignored?"

Janie shook her head and then sighed. "Not in the least. I have never seen two people fuck before, not in person anyway and never so fiercely."

Amy giggled and whispered, "It's all your fault for passing out on us."

Janie felt herself blush as she said, "I've never been double teamed before."

Amy sat up and groaned softly. Todd's hips still moved as he fucked her slowly. She looked down at her husband and smiled. To Janie she said, "As you can see my husband has a strong and large sex drive. Mine is much the same but he has way more staying power, shall we say."

"His sex drive isn't all that's large, "Janie interjected with a giggle.

Amy laughed and nodded. "You wouldn't believe all the hard work it took for me to be able to take that largeness."

"Yes dear, and we know you hated every minute of it," Todd said jokingly.

Amy rocked her hips back against Todd's hips and grinned. "Oh yes, I hated it as much as you did. Having sex, two, three, even four times a day, every day is such hard dirty work."

Todd laughed and lifted his hips harder. Amy gasped and then moaned softly. When he did it again, Amy looked over at Janie. "Why don't you come sit on his face. His dick isn't the only thing long and thick." 

Todd's hips slapping her ass loudly made Amy groan. "There you go telling all my secrets again," he said with a laugh.

Janie sat up on the couch and groaned as muscles in her belly, lower back, and inner thighs protested. "I think I'll save that until next time," Janie said with a grin. "That is, if I have an invitation to come back."

Todd grinned and said, "Your welcome anytime."

"Oh yes, very welcome," Amy added with a groaning grunt as Todd's hips slapped her ass hard. "Maybe next time we can swap places on Todd's lap. I need a lot more practice with his dick up my ass."

Janie stood up on wobbly legs and then walked slowly over to kiss Amy on the lips. Amy moaned into Janie's mouth as Todd's hips slapped her ass hard, his big dick driving in deep and hard. Janie broke the kiss and dropped her head to suck on Amy's right nipple. Amy sucked in a deep breath and threw her head back in ecstasy.

"You've found one of her weak spots. She loves to have her nipples sucked while she's being fucked," Todd said softly.

Janie released Amy's breast and looked down at Todd. "What would she do if I sucked and licked her clit?"

"The same thing you did. She'd come her brains out," Todd replied with a chuckle.

"We'll have to check that out next time I'm here," Janie whispered, licking her lips. Todd grinned and Amy moaned loudly.

"Now it's late and I need to be on my way," Janie whispered reluctantly.

Before Amy could move, Janie leaned in to kiss her again. This time it was passion filled, full of tongue and nibbling. Amy whimpered loudly and then groaned even louder as her hips flexed sharp and fast against Todd's thrusting dick and hips. She was coming harder than before.

*****

Amy was snuggled on top of Todd as Janie dressed. Todd watched her with drooping eyelids and a smile. "Next time hubby turns you down for sex, come on over and we'll see that you get all that you deserve."

"You can make a bet on it," Janie whispered as she knelt down to kiss Todd and then his wife. Standing up, she added, "There's always next Wednesday."

With a big grin, she turned and headed for the front door. "Yes, I definitely love hump day."



Wednesday Cab Ride



 (This story continues the adventures of Sally and her friends. It's the third in my "Days of The Week" series. They all stand pretty independent of each other, so its not a requirement you read the others. Obviously I wouldn't mind it though.)

"Where the hell is that girl?" muttered MaryAnn to herself, her hands busy pulling the nylon stockings tight and knotting them. An indistinct mumble answered her. "Oh I'm sorry Cindy," she informed the plump, black-haired woman. She had just finished lashing the younger woman over the ornate table in the living room of the second floor apartment they were in. "I'm afraid I was talking out loud." 

"What's the trouble?" The other woman experimentally pulled on the nylon stockings holding her to the table. "By the way, I certainly don't want to come across as a whinger, but would you mind putting a pillow under my hips? Right where you have me bent over the table's edge."

Always considerate, MaryAnn loosened the ties around Cindy's ankles and slipped a throw pillow from the nearback couch under her. "Better?"

"Much, thank you. I enjoy being tied up and used but there's no reason to be uncomfortable after all." She paused. "Do you want to gag me now? I'm quite the screamer when I get going and this already has me quite excited. Oh, and I can still wiggle my left foot quite a lot. Would you tighten it? I hate to be anything but helpless."

MaryAnn considered. At first she had planned to stuff the woman's own panties in her mouth. However, when she had pulled Cindy's clothes off before tying her to the legs of the old fashion table, she had discovered the woman wasn't wearing any. Normally MaryAnn would have been perfectly pleased with this. She had picked Cindy up in a lesbian bar as a present and did love a woman who came prepared to be fucked.

However, her long-time partner's failure to arrive home on time was putting in a foul mood. Glancing around, she snatched up a red double headed dildo out of the "Toy Cabinet" standing open nearby. "Open wide, please, she instructed. Since one was as good as the other, she stuffed the handiest end in Cindy's mouth and double-checked to make sure the woman's wrists were tightly bound.

Just as she finished lashing the other woman to her satisfaction, with her feet right on the floor and her rounded body on the wood top, she heard a gnashing of gears and the grinding of a set of brakes that sadly needed replacing. She leaned over until she could see out the window. She realized that she was leaning on top of Cindy when the woman grunted under her and moved her full plump ass against the shaft of the long, black strapon MaryAnn had been preparing to use on her. From the squirming it seemed that Cindy was trying to get the head inside herself by sheer force of wiggling.

"Oh DAMN," fumed MaryAnn as she stood up. She glared out of the glass door towards the cab parked discreetly under the trees at the side of the building. "That TRAMP." She started to open the door and bound down the stairs along the side of the building. Remembering that all she wore was her strapon, she paused and pulled on a white sundress. She didn't even care that the middle of the sundress bulged alarmingly.

A noise of protest came from Cindy's direction, somewhat muffled by the mouthful of dildo. MaryAnn freed the item and rather distractedly asked, "What?"

"NOW what? When we met at Antoine's you said we were going somewhere to have some fun! Now you have me tied up and you weren't doing anything and then you started and now you've stopped and I need to be home before my husband and..." the rest of the words were interrupted as MaryAnn took the head of the black strapon she was wearing and fed it into Cindy's mouth.

Knowing that was a very temporary fix and she needed to get moving, MaryAnn thought quickly. In one series of movements, she bent way over and shoved the wet end of the red dildo in Cindy's pussy. She pulled the head of the strapon from Cindy's mouth, not without difficulty, as Cindy was applying considerable suction to it. As Cindy opened her mouth for another protest, MaryAnn stuffed her own bra in it. Since she was extremely well endowed, one cup served the purpose. After all, MaryAnn reasoned as she wound the straps over the Cindy's head, she didn't want to choke the woman.

She scampered down the metal stairway and approached the parked taxi. The dark skinned man behind the wheel was turned sideways, his back against the door. His eyes were closed and a blissful smile was on his face. MaryAnn knew why. The hint of brown hair she could glimpse through the window gave it all away.

She wrenched open the passenger's side door and stared. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh of resignation. The driver's eyes opened.

"Hello, Missy MaryAnn," he said in a strongly accented voice.

"Hi Achmed. How are you?" MaryAnn propped herself against the open door. She looked down at the petite woman crouched on the seat, her head bobbing up and down."

"I am very well, thank you Missy." He stifled a groan.

A hand rose from the side of the woman as she continued to suck Achmed's cock. The fingers fluttered in a wave in MaryAnn's direction.

"Oh well, hi to you too, Sally. Nice of you to notice I'm here." The fingers fluttered again. "Achmed is a very nice guy, but can't you just give him a regular tip? You know. Money?"

The muffled response wasn't intelligible and Maryann didn't care anyway. Her eyes narrowed. Sally was kneeling on the seat, her head rising and falling as her lips slid along Achmed's dusky cock. MaryAnn reached down and flipped up Sally's skirt. Just as she thought. No panties and the smaller middle-aged female was rubbing her pussy with her free hand.

"Well, crap." MaryAnn shrugged. She glanced around. Trust Sally to have had Achmed park in a place where no casual passerby could see them. She lifted the hem of her sundress, aimed the head of the strapon, and plunged it into Sally.

"Mmmumph!" commented Sally. Her hips punched back and up, welcoming the head and the shaft. One long heave and MaryAnn found the leather harness slapped up against Sally's raised ass cheeks.

"Mmmmmmmuuuummmmphhhhhh," Sally said again. She began to buck wildly back and forth. MaryAnn would draw back for another stroke and Sally would lean forward, engulfing Achmed's cock until her nose touched his groin. Then as the busty woman thrust forward, the smaller brunette slammed her hips back to meet her. At the same time, Sally's lips remained locked on Achmed. His eyes were open now but glazed over as Sally's mouth slid faster and faster up and down his cock. MaryAnn admitted to herself that although she believed Sally's excursions to the "Dark Side of the Force", as she thought of it, were silly wastes of time, her lover seemed skilled at pleasing everyone she ran across.

Lost in those thoughts MaryAnn almost missed Achmed's strangled groan and Sally's equally smothered cry. She didn't miss Sally's almost patented muscle clamp that locked the dildo inside her pussy and brought MaryAnn's hips to a screeching halt as the last thrust of her well built legs served to cram the base end of the dildo inside her own pussy. She could barely see the workings of Sally's throat and realized that two out of three of them had just orgasmed.

Make that three, MaryAnn corrected herself as the friction against her clit, already stimulated from Cindy, pushed her over the edge herself. "Damn!" she thought shaking her head. No matter how mad she got at Sally's antics, as soon as she started fucking her, even in this ridiculous position, she lit off like a firecracker.

When all the quaking was done, MaryAnn stepped back and tried to pull her dress down over the rampantly standing up strapon. Sally pulled down her skirt and slipped backwards out of the cab's front seat, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Achmed hastily adjusted his clothing and scampered to get Sally's bag out of the cab and put it at the base of the stairs. He managed to turn the cab around. As he prepared to take off, Sally bent down and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Thanks for the ride Achmed." She pressed a bill into his hand.

"Thank YOU Missy Sally," Achmed smiled happily. He clashed the gears again and the taxi took off. Sally waved goodbye as MaryAnn grabbed Sally's bag.

"I still say," groused MaryAnn as they trudged up the steps. Well, she trudged. Sally, unencumbered by luggage bounded up the stairway. "Achmed could use the money more than your blow jobs. Do you hear how that cab is falling apart? I'm scared for you to ride in it." 

"He just had the brakes fixed," assured Sally, knowing what was on MaryAnn's mind. "The new pads are just settling in. Will you relax? Its in better shape than most of them around and he is always waiting for me when I get back."

"Humph," observed MaryAnn. She drew a deep breath to continue the argument. What she was going to say was lost when they came through the door and Sally saw the plump white bottom on the table's edge and the waving red dildo sticking up from it.

"MARYANN!" Sally scolded. "Is that anyway to treat company?" She rushed over to Cindy. She stopped and plucked the red dildo free. She licked the slick part of the shaft, mumbling "Tastes great AND less filling" as she unwond the bra from the other woman's mouth. Stooping, Sally kissed the black haired girl. "Hey there, I'm Sally," she introduced herself as she finally broke the minute long, open mouthed kiss with the startled but pleased Cindy.

"Cindy," the woman gasped.

Sally kissed Cindy again. "Pleased to meet you." She stood up and when she did her dress stayed behind, falling to the floor in a little heap of white and yellow. "How thoughtful of you honey," she smiled at MaryAnn. "Is she a 'welcome-home' present?"

"Well, that's what I intended," snapped MaryAnn. She stepped up behind Cindy and began to rub the head of her woman cock against Cindy's pussy. Realizing that the dildo was no longer as wet as it should be, she hastily squirted lubricant over the entire shaft, dripping it along Cindy's bottom as she did. "But then I find you wasting time with that cab driver," MaryAnn leaned forward, grasped Cindy's hips and began to push, "I swear you do that just to make me mad." She began to pull hard on Cindy's hips, frowning down as she did. "Damn girl, you're tight!" MaryAnn's leg muscles bunched, she grunted and then drove forward with a powerful heave of her hips.

Sally leaned forward. As she did, Cindy's head rose. As a squeal of protest broke from her lips, Sally grabbed the rounded woman's face and shoved it into her pussy, drowning the squalling that was breaking out.

"Of course she's tight, you ninny. You just stuffed that monster up her ass, not her pussy." Sally observed. "I wouldn't be surprised at all if she wanted to, ummmm," Sally broke off in mid-sentence.

"What?" MaryAnn asked. The surprised look in Sally's eyes scared her for just a second, until she saw the familiar twinkle appear in them.

"Damn, MaryAnn, give her a couple of good ones. I think she's enjoying it."

MaryAnn looked down. Shrugging she firmly took a well-padded hip in each hand. Using them as handles, she pulled back until only the head of the dildo was lodged in Cindy. Looking she down she admitted to herself that she had misjudged just how she had angled the third woman's body. "After all the women you've tied to that table," she scolded herself "You would think your aim would be better. Oh well." MaryAnn shrugged and thrust into Cindy's dark puckered hole again.

"More, baby," insisted Sally. MaryAnn complied and began to pick up speed as best she could. It wasn't easy, Cindy's ass was tight on the shaft of the girlcock. Her ring clung to the shaft like it had never been stretched at all over any cock, latex or flesh. Maybe she'd never been ass-fucked MaryAnn thought with surprise. The effort of drilling Sally's tight anal cavity was demanding, but the resistance of her ass to the demands of the ridged dildo made it delightfully worth it. MaryAnn twisted her hips around and around as she began to pound the black-haired girl tied to the table.

"MaryAnn," gasped Sally, "Holy shit." MaryAnn looked up from Cindy's rounded ass to see her lover's hands clamped on the raven-haired woman's head. Sally's mouth was open and her eyes were filled with wonder, and pleasure. Sally ground herself against Cindy's face. "I think this woman has a foot long tongue. God she can eat pussy."

In spite of her irritation at Sally's antics the sight of her long time lover's obvious enjoyment threatened to soften MaryAnn's righteous indignation at Sally's cheerful lack of repentance at being caught giving Achmed a blow job. She looked down as she continued to pump the long black cock in and out of Cindy, drawing it a little farther each time, humping it back a little deeper and a little faster.

"Well of course," she snapped. "She's married damn it. All married women want to eat pussy even if they never have before. And this," she pointed with her chin, indicating the latex cock plunging into the squirming woman's ass, "Is better than her husband's cock ever hoped to be."

"Oh damn, MaryAnn," Sally replied as she ground her pussy on Cindy's face. "Just because you don't like cocks or husbands is no reason to get up on your Sapphic high horse and ramble about it." She jumped, "Oh yes Cindy, lick my clit. That is sooo good." She stared back at MaryAnn, "Obviously mine isn't the first pussy this woman has ever eaten but let's not make general statements about anybody."

"Look, I know that you like sex of about every size and shape," MaryAnn grunted and suddenly slapped Cindy's ass and picked up her pace. The full figured woman's eyes locked onto Sally's. She grunted. Suddenly rearing back, she pulled the dildo all the way out until the head was resting on the entrance it had just been removed from. "OH shut UP," she directed downwards before switching her words back to Sally. "You just don't think," she dug her fingers into Cindy's soft curves and jerked her back against the restraints, slamming the cock all the way back in. Ignoring the scream directed into Sally's pussy she continued "Before you go out and get laid by any passing stranger."

"I do NOT just get laid by any passing stranger! You act like I'm some kind of slut because I like some strange every now and then and some of it comes with a real cock attached." A cry burst from her mouth. "Shit woman, fuck me. That's it. Use that tongue. God you're good."

MaryAnn, her anger roused, delivered two good hard slaps to Cindy's ass. Then two more. And two more.

"Sometimes you ARE a slut!" SLAP, SLAP.

"Am NOT damn it!" SLAP, SLAP.

"Well don't act like one." SLAP, SLAP.

"May I remind you that you're out getting strange pussy too. Don't be upset just because, because, because..." Sally's word trailed off and were replaces by a loud squeal. "Fuckkk!"

It took all of two seconds for MaryAnn to realize that Sally was cumming. And then she had buried the strapon into Cindy and was writhing on the butt end of it jammed up inside her own pussy and she was screaming too. And Cindy was spasmming wildly under the two of them and that made it unanimous.

When all had calmed down, MaryAnn and Sally found themselves face to face leaning over Cindy. MaryAnn kissed her girl. "I'm sorry baby. I just get so silly at times." She absent-mindedly pulled back and freed herself of the harness, tossing it on the floor. "I just get jealous because I love you."

The crooked grin that MaryAnn loved so much pulled up the corners of Sally's mouth. "I love you too, darling." Still leaning across the table, she kissed the other woman deeply. She grabbed MaryAnn's hand and winked. "Come on and you can tie me to the bed face up for a change so I can see what's coming." The two women scampered off like teenagers, hand and hand and the echo of the bedroom door slamming was the only sound.

After long minutes of silence, a hesitant voice asked, "Errrrrr, would someone be good enough to untie me? MaryAnn? Sally? Please? Is anyone there?"





Wednesday Eve



It was just one of those evenings in early spring, y’know, when your mind is way away on other things, and you come in from the street to find that you are not alone in your ‘musings’.

Naturally it was just at that moment that I remembered being told that a friend of my flatmate would possibly be there, having needed the flat at some point during the afternoon – but I hadn’t expected to find this.

The way of the flat’s conversion from upper floor bedrooms to self-contained apartment, had the door debauching directly into a blind corner, then a sharp turn onto a medium long corridor down into its body proper, with another corner swinging around to the living room area - meaning that arrivals were not always heard.

Combine that with my own forgetfulness, not to mention that of my flatmate’s, and all of the previous will go some way to explaining how it came to pass that I walked in on a young woman lain out and masturbating on the couch, oblivious to my presence.

With in-held breath, I froze in mid stride around that corner, taking it all in during less than a second. She was faced slightly away, and was obviously so busy with herself that she still hadn’t heard my entrance. I remained frozen therefore, attention swivelling between staring at that hand flexing up and down in her unzipped jeans, and covering my ass if she belatedly turned to discover me standing there, watching her.

It’s quite amazing how much information can be absorbed under such circumstances, even in so short a space of opportunity – I had the whole image of her lain out – long, lithe body, almost black hair draped over shoulders and arm of the sofa, one leg up over its back, the other angled outward toward me, faded black jeans tight, open and revealing a bit of red slip – inside which that one hand was busy.

Bracelets on that wrist, jangling lightly from the motion, which was why she probably hadn’t heard me, I’d say. Then there was her tight belly exposed and appealing, with light sweater lifted up over small breasts, revealing them to the ceiling and myself, nipples hard and happy.

By her increasing pace, I knew she would be done shortly, so not wanting to try my hand at explaining this delightful yet inadvertent act of voyeuristic presence, I drew a slow and quiet breath while very gently stepping backwards.

Needless to say, I was very visible hard and would doubtless have had a tough job of explaining such an obvious sign, if discovered.

She just lent her other hand to helping the first.

Another step backwards and I turned, still keeping my attention on her however, just in case she turned, of course. 

She started to push her jeans down, slip and all, revealing herself fully for a moment, that stark black mound so refined against pale skin. It was then that my mind caught up with me and I realised that from my room just ahead of me, I would be afforded a wonderful view of her orgasmic finale – and if I could get there in time, hers wouldn’t be the only one.

At my door, I took one last look – the jeans were down about her ankles now, and long, pale legs open wider with her busy hand back in between them.

I swung the door slowly to and knelt beside it, smiling as I saw my view was still unimpaired – I couldn’t see all of her, which was a shame, but I could see that hand, and of course what it was up to. Opening my own jeans and wrestling my erection quietly out into the open, I brought myself up to speed, keeping my attention on her all the while, feeling the incipient rush getting ready to blow the door apart – at least it felt that way.

Her own pace had quickened considerably now, with her free hand almost mauling first one, then at her other breast – then in a slow arching of her back upwards, she came in a most vocally deep and beautiful way. Three blissful tugs later and as promised, I followed her example, though merely caressing the door with my squirt of seed.

Reality came home to roost as all the hormones went back to wherever it was they lived inbetweentimes – I was now stuck in my room, hoping that she may not have noticed if the door had been open or closed. It was a desperate ploy, because if she did remember, then how would I explain my presence?

Quietly as was possible, I re-worked myself back into a clothed state, still knealt by the door. She was there on the sofa still, but now limply supine and still stroking the last good feelings from between her legs. It even looked like she might go for a second helping.

Then, as is often the case (not that I make a habit of spying on young women at sport with themselves...) she sat up and grabbed her jeans, wrestling them around and ready for pulling back on.

I stood up, thinking fast as she pulled her panties up without looking around - and I saw my chance.

As she started to worm her long legs back into their second skin of denim, I silently opened the door to my room and slipped back up the hallway, treading carefully along its length in parody film-comic style, ready to make a noisy enough entrance once I got there, so giving her time to be decent before I walked in, as if for the first time.

As I rattled the door, swung it open and then closed again with a sigh (mine, not the door’s), I wondered if she were still horny, and if I would get lucky while her hormones were still jumping all over the place and ready for more...?

A carefully placed word or two, could do wonders.



Wednesday Evening



"Amen." 

As I stepped back from the pulpit, I said, "You may be dismissed to worship or to leave. May the God of peace shine upon you this week." I walked off the platform, to my office. I was taking off my lapel microphone when my lovely wife swept in. Without saying a word she grabbed my belt on the left side of my waist and pulled me toward her as she turned me around. Her hand went to the back of my head as she pulled my mouth to hers. The passion of her embrace was surpassed only by the warmth of her kiss. 

I felt the tip of her tongue sneak through my lips. I opened my mouth to taste the sacred wine that still wet her tongue. Her taste was delicious, and I explored her body upwards from her waist where my hands had drifted. I felt the curves and softness of her until I found her breasts. I softly squeezed her breast with my fingers, and rolled her nipple between my forefinger and thumb each time I ran my hand across her chest.

Jessica broke the kiss, and put her cheek to my cheek and whispered, "I want you... I'll be waiting at home." She turned and slipped silently out of the room. I prayed to myself, "God, I have to get home." I stepped into the narthex to greet those remaining. Tonight, Randall the maintenance man was locking up, so I was going to leave early. 

I pulled into the driveway realizing that I didn't remember the any of the 5-mile trip to the apartment. My mind was wandering onto the dark purple, push-up, demi-bra that Jessica was wearing that night. The lace felt so good as I pressed my hand to her breast. I relived it a hundred times on the way home. My penis was so hard and erect that it was rubbing on the steering wheel and I had a ½ inch wet spot on the front of my pants. Anticipation... how delicious!

The door of our ground floor level apartment opened as I stepped in front of it. She's been awaiting my arrival. I walked into the living room where the ground floor, bay window blind was pulled open for all the world could see inside. I was greeted with a kiss of passion. Her tongue slithered inside my mouth as she held my cheeks in her hands. She looked in my eyes and with a sulk she said, "You're tense... I can help you."

Jessica slid her face down my chest and stomach to the belt of my pants. I'd thrown off my suit coat already, and kneeling, she opened my pants and slid them to my ankles. My underwear followed. She looked up at me in the eye as she slid her pursed lips over the head of my penis. The tension that she kept in her lips was fantastic as she pulled on the head with a tremendous force. Her tongue swirled over and over the very tip, and my knees nearly buckled from the sensation. 

Just as I reached the point that I couldn't take her ministrations to the head of my cock, Jessica pressed her lips up the shaft as she swallowed me. I could feel the muscles in her throat tighten on the head as she buried me deep in her mouth. I just whispered, "Thank you Lord Jesus. Oh, God I love you Jessica. You are so good..."

When my shaft was fully in her mouth and throat, she slid her tongue back and forth under the shaft as if she was milking it...and she was. I was on the threshold of explosion when she suddenly pulled completely off me and looked into my eyes from her knees. She coyly said, "You want some behind?" 

"Oh, God. I love you, Baby!" I asked her if she wanted it from behind, and she replied, "I have been thinking about it all day." My wife, the pastor's wife...an oversexed, anal sex loving, oral sex loving, nymphomaniac. If only the congregation knew. I laughed to myself.

We walked to the bedroom where she got on the bed on all fours. She wiggled her butt at me, and said, "Just go for it baby! I'm ready." I put a little KY Jelly on the head of my penis and pressed my shaft to her rear. I love the feeling of sliding my shaft up and down between her cheeks without actually entering her anus. I squeezed her butt to press her cheeks to the sides of my shaft. The sensation was explosive. My desire for her was heady and narcotic.

I grabbed her at the point where the small of her waist just begins to widen, and pressed the head of my penis to her tiny sphincter. With no preparation, she was so tight that I didn't think that I would get it, but just when I was about to give up, Jessica jerked herself backwards impaling her anus on my cock. She buried her head into the pillow as she let out a growl of pain and ecstasy. 

That wonderful sensation of breaking through to blessed ring into the open cavity beyond was a head rush. She was groaning in pain and pleasure as I was still. I waited searching for every sensation. I felt every tiny bit of her sphincter clamped around me as well as the softness of the tissue beyond. She began rocking, and I started to slide in and out.

I like to totally exit her anus and wait a second while she shrinks back to normality, and then I push through again. It feels like each time I enter is the first. I press the shaft to one side then the other. Up and down. I totally use her ass. I posses her in every way. 

She rubs herself as I feel the bounds of her anal hole. I press so hard that I feel the muscles in her ass. I open her beyond my own penis size, and she starts to become loose. As she grunts with anticipation of a mighty orgasm, I slid my penis in her anal crack. Up and down, as I pulled her ass toward me.

I felt myself nearing that explosion of total release, and I wanted to do something new. I jumped to the side of my wife and quickly sidled to her head. She was still on all fours as I forcefully inserted my penis, fresh out of her colon into her mouth. Her skin was red and blotchy, and I knew that she was on the brink.

I could tell that she hated the taste of her own ass and bile at first, but she gave in and began sucking at earnest. Her tongue swirled around my cock as I immediately shoved it into her throat. It was more than I could take, and just as her body shook with wave after wave of pleasure, I felt semen spurt after spurt moving up my urethra. My back was arched in desperation as think jet after jet of semen was released into her mouth. She swallowed every stream, and nibbled on the head trying to get more. 

My body contracted so hard as she drove me to heights unknown that my back muscles cramped up as they clenched again and again. I came down slowly, and Jessica kept me in her mouth as her tongue swirled lazily around and around the shaft. I was hers and she was mine. 

For this reason shall a man leave his father and his mother and the two shall become one flesh.



Wednesday Evening



Her heart sank as she thought about how much she missed him. She couldn't help but let her thoughts drift to the naughty things he would do to her; how he would praise her for being his good little girl. Biting her lip, she sighed, pulling herself away from her laptop. It had lost its appeal; nothing would be able to wipe the longing from her mind. Opening the door to her room, she slowly slipped off the thin black sweater she wore, tossing it carelessly on the back of the chair that sat in front of her desk. She still lived at home with her mother, but was usually alone, at least in the evenings. She relished the time she had alone with her thoughts. It was the only time she had when she could let ecstasy overtake her and let herself whimper and moan with out being interrupted. 

She slowly sat down on her bed, closing her eyes as she imagined she was far away, with him on his bed. His hands trailing down her shoulders. His lips covering her neck in kisses. Slowly, she pulled the tight blue tank top over her head, uncovering her frilly, cream and black lace bra. Her hand gently ran over her chest, trying to imagine how he would touch her. His hands moving softly over her skin, teasing her; his rough finger tips making her body tremble as electricity flowed through her. How he'd savor the image of her with her shirt off, kissing her neck down to her collar bone, whispering in to her ear how beautiful she was to him. Her body shivered as she thought of him so close to her, his breath in her ear. Reaching her hands behind her back, she slowly undid her bra, as if he was there. She was shy with her movements even when he wasn't actually there to watch her. The idea of being near him enticed her. She loved to feel him touch her, to tease him, but she was always nervous around him. 

Standing up, she pulled back the green comforter and the chocolate brown sheets, to reveal her comfy, warm bed. A sigh escaped her lips as her mind was consumed with the thoughts of his touch and his kiss. Her hands grasped at the button on her jeans, wanting to free herself. They felt tight, and as the button popped open, she smiled to herself, unzipping the confining jeans. They slowly slid over her wide hips, falling carelessly on the floor next to her bed. Her body shook as she thought of him seeing her in only her white thong. A blush rose to her cheeks as she slipped one hand over her breasts and down her stomach, gingerly touching her pussy though her white cotton and lace thong. Biting her lip, she smiled, quickly removing the clothing and tossing it across the room. Her hands smoothed the service of the bed as she climbed in; it was warm and she missed her fantasies. Most of them involved him being rough, catching her right out of the shower, ripping the towel off and fingering her until she came for him. A smile danced across her face as she settled into her bed, the warm comforter and sheets engulfing her normally cold body. 

Her hand slid under the covers, gently rubbing her breasts, her eyes closed as she tried to picture him caressing them. Him pinching her nipples, making them hard. She longed to open her eyes and see him there. One of her hands slowly glided down her stomach to her wet pussy. A smile spread across her face as she ran her fingers teasingly across her lips. Her middle finger parted her lips, plunging into her pussy. A small gasp escaped her lips as she pumped her finger in and out. Spreading her legs farther apart, she pulled her finger out of her cunt and slid it up to her clit. The warm sticky lubricant from her pussy made teasing herself ignite a fire within her. Her mind began to drift to him, his voice her favorite thing about him. It was warm. Caring but firm. She loved how he talked to her; he was always playful but always dominating. His voice made her melt. Electricity flowed through her, making her body tremble and wetness coat her panties. 

A low whimper came from her lips as she thought about his lips pressed against her. She imagined how sweet his kiss would be, how her body would tingle from head to toe, and how her mind would cloud with passion like it was at that moment. The fantasy began to take on a life of it's own.

He was pushing her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. His mouth trailed down to her neck, nipping and biting her, his hot breath against her neck. He whispered into ear, telling her how much he missed her; how beautiful and sexy she was. His free hand ran down her side, cupping her breast, squeezing it gently. he forced his tongue into her mouth, and another moan escaped her lips. A smirk played across his lips as he pulled away from her. She tried to kiss him but he pulled away, grabbing her leg and pulling her closer. Forcing his lips back on hers, she gasped, her hands grabbing at him in helpless desperation to get even closer to him. As they kissed passionately, she panted and groaned as she felt him getting erect, shoving her hips towards him, she pulled away, biting her lip, staring into her impassioned lover's dark, smoldering eyes. Giving her a small peck on her lips, he released her from his iron grip and led her over to his bed. Her legs shook as she waited patiently, staring at him with wide and eager eyes. She eagerly listened to him as he pulled her close, telling her to take off her top in that sweet, deep voice of his. 

Listening and obeying, she happily took off her top as she kissed him. His hands on her bare skin made her frenzied with passion. His sly hands caressed her gently as they danced across her skin. He quickly undid her bra, guiding the article of clothing off her body. He grabbed her breast gently, flicking her nipple. She let out a groan of excitement, pushing him back on to the bed. With his right hand on her lower back, his left played with the button on her jeans. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and began to suck her nipples, biting them gently. She let out a whimper as he managed to undo the button on her jeans. He quickly removed them and devilishly smiled as he smacked her ass. A yelp left her mouth as she smiled playfully back, the warm pain radiating from her ass. He slowly pulled down her panties and sat up, pulling her onto his lap, kissing her neck. He commanded her to kneel on the ground and suck his cock like the good little girl she was. Her eyes lit up as she happily climbed off his lap and knelt before him, waiting for him to pull out his cock for her to suck. As it appeared from his jeans, she grasped the shaft, stroking it gently. Her mouth began to water; the head was glistening with precum and his scent was intoxicating. She began to place his delicious cock in her mouth, but she was hungry. She slipped the full length into her impatient mouth. Pulling it out, she deep throated him again, completely lubricating his cock with her saliva. Grasping his cock, she began to rhythmically pump his cock in unison with her mouth's eager sucking.

The fantasy began to blur as she let out a loud moan, her hips bucking upwards. She felt her thighs burn and spasm as the sheer idea of his cock in her mouth caused her cunt to contract with pleasure. Her heart raced and her mind blurred; all she could think of was him. The quiet whimpers and moans were quickly growing to screams and yelps of pleasure. As she arched her back, the comforter fell slightly off of her chest, revealing her breasts. The cold air against her hard nipples made her orgasm all the more intense. The pleasure overwhelmed her, and for a moment her longing dissipated as she her mind began to exalt him and the pleasure the idea of his touch brought to her. Bucking her hips, she slowly began to calm down, her body relaxing from the strong powerful ecstasy that swirled through her veins. She smiled as she breathed deeply, satisfied with herself, calmly awaiting the moment that he would extract the same passionate response.



Wednesday: Forbidden Fruit



INTRODUCTION

The Seven Days are a collection of seven one-chapter stories involving fantasies and role-playing with a personal flavor. These are my personal wish lists that I wished I had lived out before I had gotten married. So sit back and enjoy.

MONDAY:  Law & Order          
TUESDAY: Mile High Club        
WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit        
THURSDAY: Overlooking the Stereo Types  
FRIDAY:  Two is Fun Three is Never a Crowd   
SATURDAY: Power of Trust        
SUNDAY:  Out in the Country

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WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit

The snow kept falling and falling. The clock on the wall was only at two o'clock. There was still three more hours to go until work was over. Already traffic was snarled and crawling by the building at a snails pace. Leana Johnson was a mid thirties lady, married with two children. She was an Accounts Payable Clerk with Austin Forklifts. She grimaced at the thought of traveling all the way out to the suburbs to get home. Her normal one-hour drive will probably be three or four hours. Her husband would be in a foul mood as he usually was, complaining about everything. Now he'll complain about the snow to her, after he complains about noisy kids, smelly dogs, crime, and sports and anything else that didn't please him today. 

Gerry Munro was looking at the snow from a different point of view. He too had to drive out to the suburbs as well, but he had a bridge to cross. And for whatever reasons, cars, snow and bridges didn't work well together. He knew his normal one-hour drive would probably triple or even worse. Gerry was Austin Forklifts General Manager. He was a bright young manager, who every one liked working for. He was always happy at work, and everyone went the extra mile for him. Gerry unfortunately was not so lucky at home. His wife was so wrapped up in volunteer work that their love life was non-existent. He longed for the romantic days that he and his wife previously enjoyed. Even counseling couldn't reignite her passionate fire.

Gerry turned on the radio to listen for a weather and traffic report. A snowfall warning was issued for the area. The traffic announcer warned everyone to stay off the roads unless they really had to be out in their cars.

"Listen everyone," Gerry called out to the seven employees in the large office floor area, "This snow will be coming down all evening, if you want to leave early, go ahead, take off, but be careful. If anyone wants me to book a room across the street at the Happy Inn Hotel, the company will pickup tonight's stay. I'll close up when everyone is gone."

Almost all of the employees took Gerry up on his offer and scrambled to the door to head for home. 

"Leana, Get out of here before the blizzard gets worse." Gerry called out to his Accounts Payable clerk.

"I need to get these payments out to get our discounts." Leana called back. "I'll be in shortly to have you sign them before I mail them."

Gerry chuckled to himself. Leana was such a dedicated employee. He wished that his entire staff were like her. She was always kind to everyone. Gerry wished that his wife would be more like her.

The afternoon continued with the snow not letting up. Gerry noticed that he could still see the taillights of the car of the last employee who left an hour and a half ago. He phoned his wife who conveniently wasn't home and left a message that he was going to stay the night at the hotel across the street.

"Here you go, all these to sign." Announced Leana as she dropped a dozen folders on Gerry's desk for him to sign.

"Great," Gerry answered back, " Are you going to try to go home or are you going to stay across the street?"

"I don't know, depends on what kind of mood Al is in." Sighed Leana.

"Well, tell you what, Joe Parker's car is three blocks up the street, and he left almost two hours ago. Would you like to grab dinner and see what happens?" Gerry asked Leana.

"Sure, That makes sense," Leana answered back, "Let me call Al and tell him what I'm doing."

Gerry signed all the documents and sealed the envelopes for mailing. Leana returned back shaking her head, almost teary eyed.

"What's up?" Asked Gerry.

"I phoned Al to let him know about my plans," Started Leana, "All he was worried about was that I didn't smash up the car. After he blamed the city, the weatherman, and the government, he actually agreed that I should stay the night so I don't dent his precious car."

"Great, Lets grab dinner," Suggested Gerry, "And afterwards we'll book a couple of rooms."

Gerry and Leana sat down to a marvelous dinner, complete with drinks, wine and special coffees. The more Gerry drank, the more he wished he were married to Leana instead of his wife. He quickly dismissed his unethical thoughts and settled up the bill with the waiter. They walked from the restaurant to the hotel.

"Two rooms please, non smoking." Gerry told the clerk.

"I'm sorry sir, but all I have left is one room with two double beds." Replied the clerk. "We are unusually full with the weather like it is."

Gerry thought for a minute.

"You take the room Leana, I'll sleep on the couch in my office." Gerry suggested.

"Nonsense," Replied Leana, " We are both adults, we work together, we trust each other, I'm sure we can behave with separate beds."

"Are you sure?" Asked Gerry, "You know what your husband is like."

"To hell with him," Spouted Leana "He was the one more worried about the car than me anyways."

Gerry couldn't believe Leana's change of attitude. She never cursed, but to hear her make a statement like that caught him by surprise. He paid for the room on his company credit card. He ordered more wine and tooth brushes from room service. He was signing for the room service when Leana broke into a giggle.

"What's up?" Asked Gerry as he closed the door.

"You got tooth brushes, but no pajamas." Laughed Leana.

"That's funny?" Quizzed Gerry, "I just usually sleep in underwear."

"I usually sleep in the buff." Said Leana.

"Lucky Al." Sighed Gerry.

Gerry poured a couple of glasses of wine. They really didn't need any more alcohol, as Gerry could feel himself getting a bit light headed. Leana flipped through the channels until she found the adult entertainment channel.

"Please don't stop there," Pleaded Gerry, " It's been so long with the wife, or should I say without the wife, I'll just get all hot and bothered and frustrated."

"Oh, poor Gerry." Giggled Leana as she ignored his plea and watched the man on the screen go down on the lady. " I wish Al could do that?"

"Hmm, That used to be one of my favorites." Commented Gary.

"Really?" Giggled Leana, as she shuffled closer to Gerry spilling her drink a bit. "I would really like someone to do that to me."

"Leana," Gerry spluttered as he choked on his wine, "Don't tease me like that, besides, what about Al?"

"To hell with him." Smiled Leana as she snuggled right in beside Gerry. "Bill Clinton didn't call it cheating with Monica, Would you like to go down on me?"

That remark really caught Gerry by surprise. Before he could answer Leana kissed him on the lips and knocked over her glass of wine as her hand rubbed his crotch.

"Leana, Please, we shouldn't." Protested Gerry.

Leana didn't stop at his protests. Her tongue plunged deep into his mouth as she continued her passionate kiss. Her arms were wrapped around Gerry's neck, pulling him closer to her. As her hand continued to rub his crotch through the slack material, she could feel his penis growing with every kiss, and every caress. Leana unzipped Gerry's fly, and loosed his belt so she could slide his pants down. She quickly slid his shorts down so his fully erect cock could stand to attention.

"Remember Bill," Giggled Leana as she eyed his erect cock, "This isn't cheating on Hilary."

Leana slid down and began to slowly lick his swollen penis. Gerry moaned with pleasure as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. First starting with light, little licks, and then taking as much into her mouth as she could. Gerry's wife never believed in oral sex. It was one thing that Gerry missed since he was married. Leana's fine work reminded him how much he missed a good blowjob. She licked his cock in fine detail as her hand caressed his balls, and occasionally stoked his shaft when her tongue traded places. Her oral sensations felt great, his cock had grown and stretched to its full eight inches. Gerry had trouble holding back as the oral sensations were too much. His cock exploded its load of white cum all over Leana's face as she tried to contain the load in her mouth, but it was too much.

"That was wonderful," Sighed Gerry, "Now it's my turn Hilary."

Leana rolled to her back after she took another sip of wine to wash her tasty cum load down. It was Gerry's turn to kiss her passionately as his hand unsnapped her pants and pushed them down past her knees. Leana's panties were soaking wet with her juices as she had become quite excited when she was blowing Gerry. Gerry reached inside her panties and dragged his finger over the mouth of her pussy. Her pussy was bubbling with her love juices. Just waiting for him to lick it up. He slowly slid her panties down to her knees, and then removed both her pants and panties so he could spread her legs for the feast that was waiting for him.

Leana had a very nicely trimmed pussy. She kept the hair short and nicely cropped. Gerry dived right in with his tongue, going first to her vagina lips so he may taste her juices. He licked the lips briefly before he moved to her swollen clitoris. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and then teased it with his tongue. He slipped two fingers into her hot pussy, while he assaulted her clit with his tongue. Leana moaned loudly as Gerry's actions sent shock waves through her body. Gerry plunged his two fingers deeper inside of her as his tongue worked feverously on her clit. Leana's legs squeezed Gerry and dug his heels into his back, as the shock waves continued to build inside of her. Leana had been rubbing her breasts with her hands, occasionally pinching her swollen nipples as Gerry continued to lick and finger her. She reached out and grabbed Gerry by the hair pulling him tighter to her pussy as her hips thrust tighter into his face as she reached her orgasm.

"I didn't bring any cigars Bill, so you're going to have to use your dick on me." Giggled Leana again.

Leana was still wearing her top as she rolled over on all fours. Gerry tried to remove her top but Leana protested.

"My breasts are too small, Al wants me to get a boob job too!" sniffed Leana.

"I think they are just fine." Stated Gerry as he flipped her back onto her back and fondled her small breasts.

Gerry removed her top, revealing a pair of small but very nicely shaped breasts. He alternately kissed each breast and played with her nipples. His other hand returned to her still hot and wet pussy, and began to tease her clitoris again. Leana moaned again as his clitoral stimulation was getting her all hot and excited again. Gerry spun around to the sixty-nine position so he could taste her again. He used one thumb to continue his clitoral stimulation while his tongue stretched deep inside of her pussy. He reached around and caressed her buttocks, pausing briefly to stroke the opening of her ass.

Leana reciprocated by licking his shaft and she took her wet finger and probed his ass. Gerry moaned as the sensations made his cock go rock hard again. He continued his smorgasbord as he licked up her juices. Leana came again as her hips thrust her pussy into his face. Before Gerry could come he shuffled off of her and she scrambled back to the doggy position at the end of the bed.

"I want all of it inside me." Begged Leana.

Gerry obliged and he slid his entire eight inches inside of her. He slowly pumped her pussy as his hands rubbed her shoulders. Her hot wet pussy felt great and tight against his pumping shaft. This felt so good to him.

Leana could feel Gerry's cock deep inside her. She imagined that the tip of his cock was past her belly button; at least it felt like it. As Gerry game in with each stroke, Leana could feel his balls bang against her clit, creating another exciting sensation. His big cock also stretched deep inside of her, contacting her G-spot periodically, sending another wave of electricity through her. She collapsed her face onto the pillow as she reached another orgasm. Gerry still kept up the pumping action. She wanted all of him; she wanted to feel him come inside of her. She squeezed her vagina muscles tightly as his hot shaft continued to pump. Finally with a loud groan, Gerry came again, filling her pussy with his cum. Gerry collapsed on top of her, out of breath.

"I hope it snows for a week." Wished Gerry Out loud.

"It doesn't have to snow to have fun." Giggled Leana as she snuggled into Gerry, " We can do this any time."

Gerry could only think of good things to come as he hugged Leana as they fell asleep for the night. 



Wednesday = Hump Day Pt. 01



Shaun Milani was a well-mannered, polite, standard looking 18 year old. He was not a star athlete, nor was he a nerd, Shaun was 5ft7, blonde/brown short hair, hazel eyes, solid shoulders, athletic build with an average 6 inch penis. What Shaun did have that was going for him with females was a quick wit, well-spoken attitude where he was not rude to them but befriended them in ways that made them not only his friends but some of them a casual hook up (handjobs etc.) 

The other thing that Shaun had going for him was an incredibly hot underappreciated Mother... 

Denise Milani was also well mannered, polite but nowhere near standard looking. Denise was a former internet model that was made famous from Bikini and lingerie shoots that had fallen pregnant to her current husband during the peak of her career. Now Denise was a stay at home mom who looked after the house, her son and sometimes her husband when he was in that mood. Denise had maintained her looks over the last 15 or so years after leaving the public eye; she is 5ft6, long black hair with piercing blue eyes, being of European decent Denise had curves in all the right places with her motherly hips, amazing backside and tanned skin. But it was Denise's chest that had people of all ages, gender and culture looking; Denise was a very perky big 32DDD. With her small petite curvy frame her chest looked enormous, yet it suited her down to a T. 

Now this Wednesday started out as any other, Shaun woke up, had a shower, got some quick breakfast before anyone was up and went to school. Denise also woke up, made her husband some breakfast and coffee, had her shower, did a quick workout and started on her daily house work. Shaun and Denise usually liked to text during the day which had been going on for a few weeks now while Denise was bored at home on her own, as of late though the text messages had started to become a bit more flirty then usual; 

Denise - "Hi sweety how's school so far?" 

Shaun - "Not bad mom, just finishing up English but I'm at the back of the class so we can text. How's home?" 

Denise - "Boring as usual, house work is pretty much done; dinner is in the oven and I've done my workout. It was either text you or your father, you won as per usual" 

Shaun - "Well that bought a smile to my face, hearing I am your first choice" 

Denise - "Ohhh shoosh you, you know your father isn't the best at texting" 

Shaun - "or appreciating you for that matter, you do so much mom and all he does is work" 

Denise - "I know, it gets a little lonely but I have you for company remember"  

Shaun - "That's true mom, sucks I have to be in school for like another hour instead of being at home with and enjoying our time together ;) " 

Denise couldn't help but giggle a little and when he sent a wink like that, she knew now that regardless of what was happening in class she had his attention and a part of her loved that feeling. Sitting there on her couch with a glass of red wine still in her workout gym gear (Black sports bra with purple threading and a matching pair of yoga pants) she found herself getting fidgety 

Denise - "That's ok, education is important and I'm not going anywhere ;) " 

Shaun couldn't help but smirk himself when the texting got like this with his own mother, all the other guys in class probably thought he was texting a girl at another school. Shaun always panicked a little when someone looked over just hoping they didn't see "Mom" at the top of his screen. Yet it added to the excitement knowing that his own amazing milf of a mother was texting him of all people like this. 

Shaun - "That's good to hear, I'll make sure to rush home to keep you company" 

Denise - "Your father will be home the same time as you by the looks of it, the game is on tonight and I'm sure he won't miss it" 

Shaun - "That's ok, means he can be in the TV room occupied which means more time for us uninterrupted ;)" 

Denise knew at that point that it was her own sons company she preferred over her own husband; did it make her a bad wife or a bad mother? Either way she realised she didn't care, Shaun made her happy and she felt appreciated from him so that has to be a good thing right?? 

Denise - "No doubt then he will get himself a pizza with none to share and some beers, so what do you want for dinner tonight sweety?" 

Shaun - "Hmmmm so many options mom, depends what you feel like giving me ;) " 

At this point Shaun knew he was beyond chatting normally with his own mother, the teenage hormones had kicked into overdrive and his school shorts were dangerously close to popping loose. Whereas Denise bit her lip just a bit more, the fidgeting getting worse on her end. 

Denise - "So many options sweety, how bout we worry about them when you get home. Mommy has to go have a cold shower now from the workout, don't be too long xx" 

Shaun sat there at his school desk smirking at the last message from his mother and the thought of her not only working out but also getting into the shower. Reluctantly putting his phone away he couldn't want to get home tonight because today, things felt different with his mother and he wanted to see if it were true. The school bell rang, 45 more minutes and he would be on the bus back to his gorgeous mother...



Wednesday in Soho



I feel a little nudge; I am sleeping on my left side while Mark curls up against my back. His right arm is draped along my side, his hand cupping the curve of my bottom. He nudges me again. I can feel the hardness against my arse so I lift my right leg a bit and let him slip in between. Mark lets out a contented sigh as his little one slides along my pussy. I squeeze my legs together not wanting to lose him while I open my eyes and prop myself up on an elbow.

"It's 9:30," I groan, knowing that on Wednesday nothing breaks our routine. "All right luv, loosen up a bit and I'll put on the tea while you shower." I grudgingly release my grip on Mark and hop out of bed. The shower is piping hot, just the way I like it and in minutes my skin is bright pink and tingling. I soap up, rinse off and then do my hair with an herbal shampoo. It's a bit on the short side so I don't need a conditioner; I just rinse it clean. There is a tapping on the bathroom door. Reluctantly I turn off the water. By the time I step out of the shower Mark is waiting there, sitting on the loo with my cup of tea in his hand.

“So much to do Luv," he smiles as he hands me my tea. He kneels down and with a fluffy white towel he begins to dry me. This always makes me feel a bit awkward. I mean he's not exactly my master - we all work together here but in a way he is. He's in charge; he's something more and something less than the boss of our little group. Anyway I get a little fidgety when he kneels in front of me on Wednesdays, Fridays, and every third Sunday. I lift one foot for him to dry, then the next. He rubs me briskly as he works his way up my legs and my breath gets a bit ragged. When he reaches my puss my trembling hands set my tea down on the sink. I raise my arms grasping the shower curtain rod behind me. The towel briskly brushes along my back, softly caresses my belly and lingers over my breasts. Then he becomes all businesslike as he dries each of my arms finishing with my with my neck and face. He uses a smaller towel to dry my hair, and then applies a soft red lipstick to my lips.

Mark sets the towel aside and brings out the razor. My legs I wax so that's no problem but Mark insists that he trim and shave my pussy and shave my underarms. I spread my legs wide as he sets to work. He 's very gentle as he shaves me clean along my outer lips; when he gets to the mound he clears the stubble away from the little triangle of hair he allows me. It's almost an inch above my hooded clit and seems to me to be an arrow pointing the way. Mark calls it my yield sign! After the shave he wipes the area with witch hazel gel to prevent any irritation. Once my puss is presentable I turn around and once again grasp the shower curtain rod and stand with my arms and legs spread wide. Mark quickly cleans away the stubble from my underarms and I shudder as the towel brushes gently against them. I know what is coming.

By now Mark is quite excited - whether from all this intimate touching or the thought of what's to come He always uses me at this point. I never mistake this for lovemaking, though we have our share of that. I'm an actress and I know my role. This is pure and simple lust; I am here only for his use. The thought that I might object to or for that matter even consent to my own use is unimaginable. I'm simply a warm wet hole waiting anxiously to be filled.

He pulls my hips back a bit, so I'm slightly bent forward, and steadily pushes deep into my slick entrance. I whimper out my own need. I know my desire for this has no real consequence or power. The fact that I want him deep inside me is merely a happy coincidence. My hips rock back and forth as he frantically pumps into me. All too quickly I feel him squirting his seed inside my pussy. I groan in disappointment and squeeze with my muscles trying to cling to his warmth and strength; all I succeed in doing is wringing a final spurt from him as he pulls away.

My poor pussy is left grasping at the cool empty air. His cum starts to trickle down my inner thigh He pulls my hand away when I reach down to staunch the flow from my poor abandoned puss. I really wasn't going to touch my throbbing clit but he prevents it anyway. I sob with frustration.

With his need satisfied, at least for now, he is ready to have me dressed. I put on my leather sandals and then stand with my legs spread wide. A piece of linen two yards long that isn't much wider than an inch and a half is wrapped twice around my waist. The end is tucked over in back and drawn between my legs. My throbbing clit grinds against the cloth as it is pulled up and over in front. Mark gives the loincloth a quick tug to make sure it's snug and that pulls it up between my pussy lips. I can feel the remnants of Mark’s cum dripping out and moistening the cloth.

By now it's almost 10:30 am so Mark sets off to the kitchen for a proper breakfast. The entire troupe is there, waiting. Brian is the best cook and almost always makes breakfast except on Mondays when he's the star of the afternoon show. Everyone is ignoring me. That's normal for whoever is going on stage - sort of a tradition. They all sit down to a proper English breakfast of sausage, bacon, eggs and tomatoes, with toast and tea. I sit alone on a stool in the corner with a cup of tea and nibble half-heartedly on a ginger biscuit. My left hand descends towards my lap. I just need to adjust my loincloth a bit but before my fingers can brush against the front…" Stop that!" Mark snaps and all eyes turn toward me. I snatch my hand away like a guilty child and feel the heat flushing my cheeks.

Mark sits at the head of the table. To his right sit Brian, Bruce, and Robert (the three B's we call them, though Robert hates to be called Bobby). Brian will be doing the evening show but he seems to be completely calm right now. On the left Alice and Jesse sit with my empty chair between them chatting about the weather and how the streets aren't very crowded for this late in May. It's almost 11.00 o’clock when they finish eating.

I squirm in uncomfortable silence trying to derive faint pleasure by rocking back and forth as I perch on the edge of my stool with my eyes closed and my imagination stuck back in the bathroom. "I said stop it!” A hand clamps down on my shoulder. Mark is behind me now and he lifts me up off the stool. I drop to my knees before him but he keeps pushing me forward until I am on my hands and knees. " Now be a good girl and stay there," he says. I am completely humiliated, and fighting back tears of frustration but I stay exactly as he has placed me.

Everyone else pitches in with the dishes. They carefully ignore me, working around me, as I remain stock-still. Once the kitchen is cleaned up they go off to get into costume. I wait on my hands and knees by the stool trying not to tremble.

They return one by one in their resplendent little costumes; Bruce and Bobby dressed as Roman soldiers with their plumed helmets, armored chest plates, pleated leather skirts and sandals. The lads at the gay bars always tag along for a bit when they see them march by. 

Alice and Jesse are dressed in demure white linen robes and sandals. They will follow behind handing out brochures and explaining our little theater to those curious and bold enough to be interested. 

Mark roughly pulls me to my feet and finishes dressing me. I hope he isn't really mad. He slips a short linen robe over my head. Its ragged hem ends three to four inches above my knees and barely hides my skimpy loincloth. My hands are tied behind my back with a wide strip of black cloth that will later be used as a blindfold. Finally a soft leather collar goes around my neck. It has two imbedded rings. Two rope leashes each about 6 feet long are clipped to the rings of my collar. Brian is off till six when he has to prepare for the evening show. Everyone else is ready. It's 11:20 am on Wednesday and my stomach is twisting in knots

"Good luck Luv," Mark says cheerfully, sending me off with a peck on the cheek and a good-natured swat on the fanny. He heads off to set up the theater. Bruce and Bobby grab the rope leads and with a gentle tug they head me toward the door. The girls each grab a stack of brochures and follow behind.

Despite what they had been saying at breakfast there is a good size crowd on the street. So much so that we need to walk down the middle of the road. The sidewalks are far too crowded. It seems a bit dreamlike; my belly tightens with each step. I am shivering though it is a hot sticky morning. We head down Meard Street then up Dean and across Soho Square. The boys set the pace and it's entirely too slow for my taste.

I'm an actor according to my union card and our license calls this performance art so the Bobbies don't hassle us anymore. When we were first starting out our daily victim would be carrying a crossbeam but there were complaints from some of the locals and tourists, which was too much for the local Arts Council. This is our compromise.

As I said I'm an Actress but it takes very little acting skill to keep my head bent down and to blush as onlookers crowd around. We always attract a crowd. The girls hand out the brochures with an eye for the serious customer who can afford the £35.00 that the show costs. "See the passion of St. Rachel,” (St Raymond on the printing when one of the lad's plays the lead) the leaflet proclaims. There is a brief description that leaves little to the imagination; pictures of the theater set up like a little chapel with pews enough for 90 paying customers. The final picture is of a life size cross in the sanctuary - no one hangs on it; no sense giving away the show you know. There are directions to the "Theater of the Church of Saint Marks London Martyrs" In bold letters at he bottom of the flyer it says "Interactive Performance Art".

They follow only a few feet behind me. I can hear most of what is said. 

" Will they use a real whip on her?" 

" Yes, of course, it's real and made of leather." 

"Will she be naked?" 

"Absolutely." 

"Do they use nails?" 

" Get real, it's theater." 

The chitchat goes on as if I weren't there. It is loud enough to be heard by all those within a dozen feet. I blush and keep my eyes averted studying the pavement as the procession plods onward.

After crossing Soho Square we turn west on D'Arblay St, past the "adult" toy stores, then south on Poland where the pubs are filling with some early lunch customers. We head west on Broadwick and down a bit of Marshall to Golden Square. By then we have collected quite a following, so we head toward the theater. We're walking faster now; it's nearly noon. I've done this a hundred times, quite literally, but still I'm a nervous wreck every time.

Once we reach the theater the girls go right inside to make final preparations and then act as ushers. Mark has been manning the ticket booth in the lobby and the line stretches out the door. There seems to be about twice as many men as women and most of the women are accompanied by a man. I am guided through the lobby to the doorway leading into the theater.

Bobby turns me so I face the wall. He unties my hands and allows me a moment to rub my wrists. After a few moments he pulls my right arm back and straps a leather cuff on my wrist. He repeats the process on my left wrist. He then raises both my wrists only to draw them together behind my neck. The collar on my neck is rotated until one ring is in front and one sticks out behind me. The metal clip that attaches the leash is clipped onto the two wrist cuffs. The end of the leash is tucked up over my bound wrists. I am turned once more to face our customers. 

With my hands bound behind my neck my elbows stick out to the sides. This causes my breasts to rise and jut out more prominently. The short robe I wear rises even higher on my thighs. I am made to kneel beside the door. Bruce uses his foot to nudge my knees further apart. I lean back resting my bottom on my heels and take one final look at the line of customers who have come to see me suffer.

A man entering the theater stares at my skimpy loincloth, which is now revealed by the kneeling position, I am forced into. Bobby takes the black strip of cloth that was used to bind my wrists and wraps it twice around my head before knotting it behind. I am blindfolded. I tense waiting for what will come next. The boys tell me they do it to make sure I can't see. I think they just enjoy making me flinch. I yelp when the front leash lashes cruelly across my upper thighs. Sometimes they strike a breast or across my belly, there's no telling where they'll strike. "No I guess she didn't see that one coming," Bobby chuckles.

I'm the only one who uses a blindfold. I have it left on through the scourging and then for the first half-hour or so on the cross. Mark says I use it because I'm really a shy little girl who wants to hide from her inner slut. Maybe he's on to something there. By the time it comes off I'm sweating and panting like the proverbial bitch in heat. It helps me get into my role and the patrons seem to like it. It provides a little variety for the regular customers.

Now I'm on my knees while the customers pass by on their way into the theater. I straighten my back, pushing out my breasts. I grasp my left wrist with my right hand and try to cradle my bound wrists against the back of my neck. My elbows extend outward like stubby little wings.

I can only imagine the thoughts passing through their minds as they await the show. I wonder how many of those sixty odd cocks are already stiffening in anticipation. Someone passing by lifts my chin and tousles my hair. It seems to be a gentle gesture but for some reason I resent it. "Bitch!" I hiss under my breath, though I don't really know if it was a man or a woman. The church bell (the real church two blocks away) is ringing noon and it's time to go in.

When I'm blindfolded my hearing seems to improve and I can hear Mark engaged in an animated conversation at the ticket booth. I pick up bits and pieces of the conversation. Mark saying, "Have to change." A male voice, a Yank from the accent saying " £100.00 is almost $200!" and a female saying " …Only one 10th anniversary.” I smiled to myself; whatever they were discussing, I know Mark will probably agree because he's such a hopeless romantic. I just didn't realize at the time that it would involve me so intimately. Mark and the American couple finally reached some sort of agreement and head into the theater.

Someone behind me grabs me under the shoulders and pulls me to my feet. I'm a little disoriented with the blindfold but the hands turn me in the right direction then sweep down the curve of my body and give my bottom a friendly little swat.

It's beginning and I take a deep breath. I try to swallow but my mouth has gone dry. The leash gently tugs me forward. My knees are weak and my legs wobble as I'm lead slowly down the aisle. I strain to make out the anticipatory whispers that rise from the audience on either side but I can barely hear them over the pounding of my heart.

I nearly stumble on the first step up into the sanctuary but Bruce steadies me. I'm turned about to face the audience. Bruce is on my left but I can't hear Bobby on my right. It seems that Bruce is working alone now. One by one my sandals are removed, then the wrists are unclipped from the collar. I want to stretch my arms but I'm given no time as the robe is pulled over my head. The audience murmurs in admiration as my bare breasts are revealed. I shiver. I'm standing before these strangers in my blindfold and a skimpy loincloth. Bruce's hand closes on the front of my loincloth and with a rough tug it too is pulled free. The last vestige of modesty has been removed. After a pause of a few seconds the spectators break into applause.

I am made to stand before them a few moments longer. I hear footsteps approach from my right. Bobby is back. Two pairs of hands turn me around. My back is now to the crowd. My leather wrist cuffs are attached to the two ropes dangling from the ornate columns on either side of the sanctuary entrance. I feel my arms are being pulled up over my head, spread wide between the two high posts. The ropes tighten and I'm straining, nearly up on my tiptoes.

The sanctuary is kept warm year round by two electric heaters. It's almost 27º C - a little warmer than comfortable even for a girl who's naked. Still I'm shivering even as the sweat begins to form on my brow. My breath is coming in ragged gasps. The scourging is about to begin; we use two leather cat-of-nine tails with half-inch wide suede lashes.

"Ever done this to a woman before? Bruce asked. 

" Never. My wife thinks she might want to try but…" 

It's not Bobby but a slow thick American accent, off to my left... 

"Right, well we're not trying to draw blood here or rip up her flesh," Bruce says calmly. 

I'm really starting to get frantic now. What was Mark thinking? 

"We just want to turn her back and bottom a bright rosy pink. Timings important now, so just follow my lead and strike when I give you the nod."

Without further ado a cat slashes across my upper back. I gasp and twist to my left trying to escape the sting. I begin to count to thirty but it takes almost thirty-five seconds before I feel a tentative lash on the right shoulder. 

"A little harder next time," Bruce advises. 

Thirty seconds on the dot and Bruce gives me another smart whack with the cat. The Yank follows right on time and this time I can feel it. 

"Harder yet," Bruce orders and he waits his thirty seconds to demonstrate with a swat across my bottom. I hop and yip in pain. The Yank delivers his blow on time and across my arse with enough strength to set me dancing on one foot. 

"Good one," Bruce observes.

They lapse into silence working like a well-practiced team. I can count the lashes or I can count the time between them - I've never been able to do both. I choose to count the time. What I do doesn't alter a thing for I'll be scourged for twenty minutes receiving forty lashes spaced thirty seconds apart. They work their way up and down my back as I twist and hop from foot to foot for the spectators’ amusement. By the time it is half over I've given up counting and just screech as the blows fall and sob as I wait for the next one. It isn't the most severe whipping you're likely to see but by the time it's over my back and arse are on fire and I'm dripping with sweat.

The cats are set aside. The ropes slacken a bit, and my arms are lowered enough to let me stand with my legs spread apart. I walk my feet backward a step and bend slightly at the waist, leaning forward and grabbing hold of the ropes, letting them take some of my weight. I'm in the same position I was in this morning when Mark used me; my puss feels exposed and needy. The two "Roman guards" take up their position beside me. I can hear the squeaks and rustling from the pews as the girls usher the assembly up the right hand aisle. As they pass through the archway on the right there is a sign. " Use Gloves! Hands Only." Set along the altar railing are three boxes of disposable latex gloves (small, medium and large). I can hear the snap of latex as the first person slips on a pair and then they reach me; hands, dozens of them, one after another, sometimes two, three, or four at once. A procession of hands too many to count. They wander freely over my body. I can't see or do a thing; all I can do is feel. Some want to feel the heat of my whipped flesh through a thin layer of latex while others feel a need to give my throbbing arse just one more swat. I can feel cool breath on my burning back as someone leans over me to fondle my dangling breast and nipple. Other hands trace the strands of the whip marks across my bottom. Everyone feels the need to brush a lingering hand across my pussy's lips.




Wednesday in Soho



I tell myself I'll be strong. I won't let these strangers shame me like the last time (and the time before, and the time before that….) I squeeze my eyes shut behind my blindfold, grit my teeth and lock my legs in position determined not to move. I jump a bit when someone wants to see how far he or she can jam his or her finger into my arse. That's allowed as long as they don't try fisting me. (That's been tried before and it's one reason why the "Roman guards" stand at my side). I'm determined to stand there stoically accepting my fate.

The people seem quiet as they reach out stroking, poking, and grabbing but their hands begin to commune with my poor throbbing body. They tell me of curious tongues, nibbling mouths and throbbing cocks wanting to plunge into my pussy from behind. My pussy lips thicken and moisture begins to seep from between them. My pussy can't help it. It's all those hands demanding, grasping, and fondling her, brushing over her, she can't take it. At first it's barely perceptible, the slight tilt of the hips as my pussy pushes upward, gradually opening to greet the next hand. Then my hips are rocking as the hands caress the length. I shudder and before I know it my arse is wagging obscenely and my clit is throbbing and my gapping pussy is nearly grasping at the fingers that stroke and probe. I'm so close nothing will stop me. Now I can hear snatches of comments as the line files past - "Horny little bitch," says a female voice; "Brazen slut," says another; "Voracious slit," says an overly articulate man, and "Dripping cunt," from another rumbling male voice. I feel my face flush and I know it's at least as bright as my bottom but I no longer care. I concentrate on what the hands are telling me as I try to block out the other sounds. But a new problem is quickly developing. The constant sweeping of fingers across my pussy and the constant poking have combined with the two full cups of tea that I had earlier. Normally I would have used the loo while the others dressed; today I was forced to wait on my knees in the kitchen. I have a desperate need to pee. Thoughts of release fade. Now as the line of hands continues to file past me, I'm no longer seeking them out. I'm squeezing my legs together and urgently trying to avoid the probing digits. I vaguely wonder if these last few people in line feel cheated. In any event my bloated bladder keeps me from cumming. At last the 90 odd pair of hands have paraded past me and familiarized themselves with my body. I really don't know how long it took. It seemed to go on forever but I'm not sure it lasted much longer than the flogging. I'm sweating and squeezing my legs together; the boys must know something is wrong. I whisper to Bruce that I need to Pee NOW! and he grunts. I can imagine the grin that's spreading across his face. This hasn't happened to me for a long time…..and never so early in the show!

The leather cuffs are freed from the ropes and my arms drop to my side. Bruce and the other man each grab me under a shoulder and hustle me into the sanctuary and up the four steps to where my cross lays waiting. The cross is lying flat, supported off the floor by five wooden blocks Three along the vertical beam and one at each end of the cross beam. It's about eight inches off the ground but quite stable. I'm clenching my legs together begging them to wait, not to put me on the cross yet. I'm sure the audience thinks it's all part of the act. I fall to my knees in front of my cross. A few drops of pee escape and I squeeze even harder. "Don't you dare piss on the rug," Bobby hisses at me. He has replaced the American, a small comfort but I'm too distracted to think about it now. He pulls me up by my shoulder and rocks me backward until I'm squatting on my heels. Bruce shuffles forward and slides a ceramic basin between my feet. It bumps against my ankles and I spread my legs wider so he can slide the basin forward. I blindly reach forward to steady myself. My hands find the base of my cross's vertical beam. I feel a light slap on my arse. "OK, you’re over the bowl," Bobby says to me. "Now pee". Far away I hear the muffled sound of a church bell striking one.

I squat naked, blindfolded, balancing over a bowl I can't see. I can feel the eyes of 90 people boring into my back watching me and waiting for me. Nothing happens. "We haven't got all day, girl. The show must go on," Bruce growls. Still we all wait. I need to pee desperately but nothing is happening no matter how hard I try. I get a sharp swat on the arse.

"Pee, damn it!"

Bruce gives me another brisk smack; he seems to be enjoying it. I'm becoming so frustrated that tears are soaking into my blindfold. While Bruce continues to yell and slap at my abused bottom, Bobby brings my right hand up to his mouth and with his tongue licks in circles around my pinky finger. Bruce lands another blow on my bottom and then Bobby pulls my finger into his mouth suckling on it as he coats it with his saliva. Bruce has stopped yelling but I tensely wait for the next slap. Then Bobby is blowing warm air on my moistened finger. The warmth and moisture loosens something in my mind and my body relaxes. The loud tinkling of my pee falling into the basin seems to echo through the silent theater. The tinkle becomes a splashing torrent and I sigh contentedly, I hope the bowl is big enough. Another flush of embarrassment washes over my face as I think of the staring audience. I lower my head and all I smell is my own urine as it splashes into the basin. With a few final squirts I'm done.

The boys stand me up and while one takes the bowl away the other uses my discarded loincloth to wipe me up. I've splashed some pee on my thighs and bottom and he's quite thorough wiping me. My puss grinds against his hand. I've been whipped and thoroughly humiliated. It's now time to begin the main event. I take a deep breath as they stretch my arms wide. They turn me around again so I'm facing the audience. I straddle the wood of my cross a foot on either side. They hold my arms outstretched as they walk me backward.

We each have our own cross and mine is a familiar old friend. It is stained a dark cherry that contrasts well with my pale skin. The vertical beam is a four by six-inch piece of clear cedar, over nine feet long with a footrest on either side. The cross piece is a five and a half feet long, four by four piece of cedar. It joins the upright in a smooth mortise joint a foot below the top. Two and a half feet below that my sedile protrudes from the upright. It is a hardwood dowel an inch and a half in diameter and juts out six inches. A hardwood knob two inches in diameter caps it.

My ankles bump against the footrests and I step over them. The two Roman guards pull me down onto the wood. They each take control of a wrist. First the wrist cuffs are attached to the crossbeam. Then rope is bound over them hiding the leather from view. I slip my hands through the metal handles that are bolted onto the crossbeam. As I curl my fingers around the handle a dark square tab of iron protrudes between the third and forth fingers. This gives the illusion of a nail head driven through the palm as the fist clenches over it. We used to use theatrical blood packets squeezed between the fist and handle but they are sticky and quite a mess when you're being stroked and fondled by a hundred curious onlookers. My arms are firmly attached, I'm the prisoner of my cross.

One of the men swings a wooden mallet striking against the bolts at the top of the right hand handle. It is done strictly for show and makes a satisfying clang. I scream on cue, jerking and twisting my torso as my feet flail helplessly. After four or five blows they turn their attention to my left hand and the process is repeated. I imagine the audience squirming in their seats as they listen to the hammer blows mixing with my screams.

The men move down my body easily capturing my feet. They stretched my legs down toward the foot of the cross. I feel my body slide down the cross until my crotch is firmly pressed against the sedile. Only then do they bend my legs pushing my feet up toward the footrests. The footrests of my cross are two wooden blocks bolted to the sides of the upright. They are planed to a 45-degree slope away from the upright. The front half of an open toed sandal has been nailed to each one. My feet are slipped into these half sandals and bound to the footrests with rope; more rope wraps around my ankles fixing them tightly against the upright. My legs are now fixed in an obscenely open position with my feet pointed outward. It will still allow me to push up and down with my legs but it is quite impossible to close my legs. One of the men straddles my legs. Grabbing my left calf he gives it a tug, checking my bonds; then he checks the right. The mallet rises and falls smacking against the side of the left footrest. A blow follows it to the right side. The hammer blows fall in rapid succession alternating from left to right. I cry out and squirm seductively on my cross.. After about ten blows to each footrest the hammer is set aside. He moves off to attach the chains to the ring at the top of my cross.

My cross weighs over 300 pounds when I'm attached. It is pulled upright by using a series of pulleys and a hand-cranked winch. The top of the cross slowly rises off its supports and the foot dips down to rest on the floor. I'm not exactly sure why but this is the one part of the entire scene that makes me very nervous. As the cross slowly rises the crossbeam is lifted free of the blocks and begins to wobble from side to side. My body begins to slide downward. I lick my lips and try to swallow but my mouth is drier than chalk dust. My arms shake and my legs tremble as I try to press my body back into the wood. It is as if I hope to find some safety in the embrace of my cross.

The winch turns and the cross continues to rise. My weight begins to transfer from my back to my feet and I cling to the handles trying to keep myself steady on the shifting wood. Soon I feel the sedile firmly planted between my legs and the cross is completely upright. In fact the cross is swinging free as the entire weight is held aloft on the ropes and chains attached to the upright. The cross seems to sway forward and backward as the men line it up with its slot in the stage. The hand crank reverses and the cross slowly descends a full 18 inches into the aperture that has been built into the stage, half of which is a metal jacketed opening in the cement floor beneath the stage.

My cross is planted; I'm trapped, as ensnared as any ancient prisoner crucified and displayed before a lustful crowd. The beginnings of panic flicker in my head and I nurture them. I begin to test the strength of my bonds. I rise up on my legs pushing forcefully against the footrests. I throw my body's weight twisting to the left then to the right. The cross vibrates like a straining lover but doesn't sway. I lower myself gingerly onto the sedile allowing it to bear most of my weight. I raise and lower my hips trying to find a less uncomfortable position but in the end must hold myself up with arms and legs. I slide all the way back on the sedile pressing my back hard against the upright. My breath comes in ragged gasps. I try to close my knees but my feet are splayed and my bound ankles are held tight against the upright so I lack the flexibility to bring my knees together.

The cross is a male instrument. It holds one open, presses into your flesh, proudly displays its captive trophy. The erect sedile is of course only too phallic as is its cousin the cornu. In its truest and deadliest form, however, it was about opening and penetrating flesh. The cross is rarely gentle with its lovers.

With a sigh I slide forward on the sedile slipping my pussy up and over the smooth knob at its end. The sedile presses along the crack of my arse as I lower myself further. My legs fold and my arms support most of my weight. In this position I seem to be kneeling in mid air but still my legs are splayed wide and I still cannot close my knees. The sedile is pressing into the small of my back. I can only maintain this position for a few moments then I raise myself back onto the sedile. The spectators murmur impatiently, they want to touch.

It is much harder for the men of course. Health regulations require that they wear a rubber. The show requires them to remain erect for over three hours while being tormented and teased. They all use cockrings and desensitizing creams. I begin to rub slowly across the sedile's knob as I think about my male companions. Brian and Bruce each have their crosses equipped with a cornu. These blunted horn shaped pegs allow them to take some weight off their arms and legs but only if they surrender their arse to the relentless cross. Alice uses a cornu too though she has no interest in anal sex when she is not writhing on her cross.

Bobby has a simple block mounted on his upright to rest his butt on between his struggles. He is also the only one of us that did not really volunteer for the job. His Mistress had approached Mark about having him crucified in public. Mark explained to her that we're all card carrying union actors and we have a theater license to protect. They eventually worked out a deal. She sold Bobby to Mark for the right to invite up to 4 guests to the show twice a week for a few months. Mark got Bobby a union card and put him to work. Bobby was heartbroken at first but did as he was told; after two years he has become one with our little troupe and seems much happier about his life. He is paid the same as any of us and he even stands up to Mark now and then if he thinks he's being slighted. He is certainly the one crucified male in our group who is most comfortable with the women stroking and teasing him as he struggles on his cross. Sometimes when the show is over we ladies will gather around him and take turns tickling his sack and stroking his pulsing shaft to see which one of us will bring him off. When his cross is lowered onto the blocks we will take turns squatting over his crucified form riding his erection until he cries out.

"Hump it bitch!"

The crude shout snaps me out of my reverie and back into my own predicament. I am panting and sweating furiously. I feel my arms trembling from the strain. I have bent forward as far as possible and my breasts are swaying from side to side as I try desperately to work the knob of my sedile into my hungry pussy. Even with my hips bent forward as much as my cross lover will allow, I can do little more than rub myself over the knob. I groan in frustration. The rigid sedile just juts straight out and I cannot work the shaft inside of me. With a sigh of resignation I straighten and slide back along my sedile. I wince in pain, as my blindfold is yanked away pulling a few hairs off with the knot.

With the blindfold gone I blink into the brightness. Sweat blurs my vision and runs down my nose, a drop forms at the tip of my nose waiting to fall. I need someone to mop my brow because I'm unable to brush the sweat away. I shake my head sending droplets flying in every direction. I finally raise my head and try to look out at the audience. My vision begins to adjust and the shadows slowly come into focus. Most are too busy ogling my writhing nakedness to even notice or care that my blindfold has been removed. Their eyes just don't stray above my breasts. They are oblivious to me as a person I am merely an object of fascination and yearning. The very air I breathe is thick with desire and lust. 

As my eyes roam the rows of pews I come across some who will acknowledge me. The American who was allowed to whip me is still wearing his borrowed robe. His wife of ten years has her head in his lap busily bobbing up and down while his half-open eyes lock on mine. There is hardness and a longing in them that makes me shudder. I look away. Two rows back and to the right a woman squirms in her seat her hand disappearing into her skirt. Her eyes stare deeply into mine with a desperate desire. I don't know if she wants me or wants to be me but again I am the one forced to look away blushing deeply. There are others, though not that many, who will look into my eyes and every time it is I who must look away.

The girls have started to escort the audience up to the sanctuary again. Row by row the pews empty and begin their journey up the right hand aisle. This time I will not have the anonymity of a blindfold. I will see them and all that they will do to me. I have forgotten to breath and I draw in a sharp breath. I am terrified. The first person is putting on her fresh pair of gloves. She seems so completely normal. If she wore a camera around her neck and a sun hat she would be a screaming caricature of a tourist. As she stands before me I notice just how petite she really is. She can't be over five feet she reaches up but can barely brush the tips of her fingers against my panting breasts.

The man behind her notices her difficulty and roughly grabs me by the hips. He slides me forward on the sedile until he has pulled me completely free of it and my body drops a full foot. The woman thanks him politely as her hands caress my now accessible breasts; she tweaks my nipples and leans forward as if to kiss my belly. Bobby quickly places a hand on her chest restraining her and she moves on. The man who so unceremoniously dumped me off my sedile is next in line and he takes advantage of my newly exposed position to stroke lovingly at my slit as the sedile pokes into my lower back. I push upward trying to regain my seat and he seems willing to help lift me back onto the sedile. The next one pulls me forward on the sedile and grasping my hips in both hands opens my arse checks and presses me down as if to impale my bottom. In fact the knob of the sedile is forced half way into my arse and it provides me with enough support while exposing my pussy to the wandering hands. He is satisfied and spends some time stroking my breasts and puss. The line moves on, each one spending a minute or so caressing my exposed body. I respond with gentle moans as my pussy once more moistens and my clit peaks out at the line of hands.

A few still want to inflict pain with a slap at my arse or a pinch of my more sensitive flesh. At times like this I hate pain! I know that sounds a little strange coming from a girl that makes her living being whipped and crucified a couple times a week but it's true. I don't like pain. There is nothing erotic about it. I just endure it and try to get past it. The slaps and pinches drive me back from the edge while the strokes and gentle probing spur me on. Some want to stroke my arms or neck or along my inner thigh but most lack such subtlety and concentrate on my breasts and pussy.

It is like a medieval pilgrimage, the faithful traveling from great distances to our little church for a chance to lay hands upon the holy relic that my body has become for them. Before the first row has returned to their seats I am hopelessly enthralled. I twist and turn to expose my panting body to the faithful. My shameless pussy weeps her desire onto my already slick sedile. I raise myself on trembling legs to thrust my pussy at the audience as they slowly file past me. One man bends to sniff and I all but plunge myself against his face. My guards now must restrain me as well as the overly enthusiastic members of the audience. When it becomes clear that I have but one desire, the cruel remarks begin again but I pay them no mind. I am now moaning and groaning as I shamelessly plead for release. The leering line continues past me, each one obliged to run their hands across my body. Some (mostly women) seem determined to tease and torment me; others (mostly men) wanting to be the one that push me over the edge. I continue to be pinched, and patted, slapped and stroked.




Wednesday in Soho



A petite redhead stands before me smiling wickedly. Her thumb gently scrapes through the moisture between my pouting lips then reaches under me and impales my bottom. I groan as she brings her right hand up; taking my clit between thumb and forefinger she slowly coaxes it out.

I screech in agony as fingernails pinch into me. I know she must have drawn blood. Bruce pushes the woman away from me but she shrugs him off, simply standing back and allowing the next in line to step forward. My tear filled eyes see a knowing smirk on her face. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as a tall man with sandy blond hair takes her place. He fixes me with his slate gray eyes and I cannot turn away.

" She will pay for that," he tells me with calm assurance. I glance at her again and see a look of fear wash the smugness off her face. I am glad. They must be a couple, which is why she is waiting for him. He reaches out with an upturned left hand. Gently his palm cups my mons; a finger stretches out along the crevice of my pussy, lovingly stroking in a gentle forward sweep. All thoughts of pain and terror are swept away and I begin to grind myself against the proffered palm. As my motion becomes more vigorous, the finger slips into me. I groan and begin to work my hips up and down. He keeps his hand pressed against me. All of the frustrations, the desires, desperate need and yes, even the pain of this long day, are building to a sharp point. A second finger slips into me, pressing outward, widening my already distended lips. A low guttural groan begins to climb several octaves as my lungs slowly empty. A third finger slips in and my tears flow. A thumb softly strums across my throbbing clit and I burst. I am emptied of everything as I helplessly pump down on the triad of fingers filling me. My wants, desires, and needs simply flow out of me into his upturned palm. The world begins to narrow and darken but I can't think of anything. My cross vibrates with my release and I am his.

"Breath!" some small corner of my mind screams and for a panicked moment I am sure I've forgotten how. Finally with a gasp my lungs begin to refill. The fingers have withdrawn. I wonder if they have been expelled by the spasm that shook me to the core. I open my eyes and see the tall blond standing before me. He is smiling complacently. His left hand still cupped below me holds a small puddle of my secretions. He raises this to my nose and I can do nothing but inhale. I am truly emptied, released; beyond caring, nothing can matter now. With another rasping breath I steady myself on my cross.

My arms and legs are exhausted and I lower myself onto the sedile. The man who has done this to me still stands before me. The line behind him is getting restless. They want their turn with me. He isn't finished though; he dips three fingers of his right hand into the puddle of moisture that he cups in his left. Carefully he draws a moist line across my belly. My belly shudders in response. He then traces circles around my nipples and brushes lines along the underside of my outstretched arms. My body twitches and jerks with each touch of those moistened fingers. I was wrong. I wasn't beyond caring. I am being anointed with my own essence. He is determined to show me I can still blush. He turns at last and casually sweeps his left palm across the redheads face. She glares at me with pure hatred. If looks could drive nails I would never leave this cross. He grabs her by the arm and they both returned to their seats.

The line continues but I am barely aware. I remain perched upon the end of my sedile, open and uncaring, while the end of the line files by. They seem to want to punish me now as more of them pinch and slap my tender flesh than caress it. It is well after three when the line finally ends and the audience is thanked for their participation. Mark reminds them that they can purchase souvenir photos in the lobby. Those that had paid the extra ten pounds come forward to have their picture taken with a real live crucified damsel. A couple, one on either side, their arms entwined across my naked rump. A young man resting his head against the side of my chest while he throws an arm around my waist. Lovely photos for the scrapbook on the coffee table and no doubt a few will end up on the net.

I am exhausted when they finally lower my cross and release me. I spend a few minutes resting in place catching my breath. Eventually Mark comes and helps me up. He has brought me a change of clothing. Whilst I'm done for the day and can head home and rest, he has an evening show to prepare for.

© copyright 2004 Mad Lews



Wednesday Morning Wake Up



Tuesday night when I got home my machine was blinking, so I played it and sure enough it's him. He probably wanted to see me and I wasn't home. I'm thinking his male ego will have him here in the morning. That night, all I could think of (with anticipation) was what could happen in the morning... 

As I took my shower that evening, I took extra care and treated myself to a scented bath gel. I also took out a special cream colored satin teddy. I'd be ready to dazzle him. 

I went to bed and slept rather restlessly. Can you blame me? Even in my dreams I was anticipating what tomorrow would bring. 

Sure enough Wednesday morning at 5:00am, my doorbell rang (I had finally just gotten to sleep soundly). But none the less, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. I opened the door slightly, but didn't see anyone at first. I'm thinking to myself, "was I so excited about today that I imagined the doorbell ringing." 

But he was there… he was just playing with me. I opened the door and let him in. We kissed and hugged for a minute. Anticipation zipping through my veins already. I slowly climbed the stairs (I'm still very sleepy and not coordinating very well!) he's holding me from behind. His hands roaming on my backside. I ask if he minds if I take a quick shower to help me wake up. He says “no, I don't mind” (I wonder why?!). I run into the bathroom and he heads for the bedroom. The water is running and I begin to undress as he walks in... Needless to say, I'm a little shy and he senses this so he gives me a quick peck and leaves, heading for the bedroom. 

Thinking about this and what fun can be had with us both in the shower, I whistle for him and hop quickly into the shower. As I'm wetting my hair, he enters and helps me with the task at hand. It feels so good and watching him excites me even more. I touch him and let my hands and eyes explore... 

Something about the water beating down on us and the two of us being together, just sent ripples of pleasure all through out my soul. 

He touches me as well, and the water helps his hands glide along curves of my breast. He teases and tempts me, his fingers pinch and tease my nipples into attention. We pause a moment and stare into each others eyes. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he descends to kiss me. His lips are soft and sensual. Our tongues mingle, initiating the dance our bodies will soon be performing. With a determined look in his eyes, never breaking his stare, he takes to my breast, sucking like a babe to a bottle. 

Enjoying his ministrations, a moan of pleasure escapes my lips. He’s nibbling and teasing my other breast as I reach out to touch him. 

His manhood standing at attention, demanding equal time, is a sweet sight to behold. My hand touches, squeezes and glides along his shaft. He lets me know it’s pleasing to him, pressing further into my hand. A squeal of delight escapes as his fingers find the core of my being…

We’re both now beginning to reach a state of frenzy. He pushes me against the shower wall and in one swift move, he enters me. He doesn’t move for a moment, savoring the feel of being enclosed in my softness. 

His passion drives him as, we are both taken to the highest peaks of pleasure. His rhythm is fast and steady. We can’t hold back any longer as we explode in ecstasy. Slowly we return as he holds me tenderly. I shower him with tiny kisses and we just hold still a moment while our souls return to earth. 

Rinsing each other off, we tease and tickle each other playfully and enjoy our intimacy. We now dry each other off taking special care not to miss a spot. Rubbing the towel just so… 

Hand in hand we walk to the bed and lay back enjoying each other’s company. We talk for a while, occasionally kissing tenderly. Before you know it, he’s tearing the towel away from my body, demanding entry once again! With as much force and determination, he drives into me like a man possessed! Each movement is felt to the depths of my being.

He pulls out almost completely and then suddenly he’s bolting back in! It’s driving me entirely out of my mind, I’m moving along with him. He hears my excitement with each moan. With one more thrust we are consumed by the explosion, falling to pieces in each others arms.

Unfortunately, we both realize with much humor, he’s lingered too long and we will both be late for work.

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What can I say, “Time flies when you’re having fun!!!!!

This is a true story.  I dated a man that loved to come and visit me unexpectedly at times early in the morning, just before work.  Don't think we actually made to work this particular day.  *grin*

Suggestions, comments and/or praise are always welcome.



Wednesday Night



It is Wednesday night. I will be punished tonight. It is a part of my marriage. A very good marriage. A marriage which is based on an equal relationship. My husband who adores me will get his punishment on Sunday night. But tonight is my night.

Soon my bottom will pay the price for some ill-chosen words uttered in anger, and for my neglect in letting him know where I was when I was late (still again). The cr-r-a-ck of leather will remind me to work harder at keeping my temper and to remember that this man who loves me also worries about me a lot.

It began when we were first going together. I had never married, but lived with a man who turned out to be alcoholic and who fathered my three daughters. When they reached their teens, his alcoholism affected their lives, and after some particularly bad episodes, I left him. My husband was divorced, having split with a woman who, sadly, had undergone a mental illness which greatly affected her personality.. We met and began dating. It was apparent after a short time that we were both strong willed people, but we both carried a lot of baggage. Each of us nursed long standing hurt, each of us saw barbs where none was intended, each was jealous of the other's friends and lifestyle, each of us was in short not ready for a loving commitment with trust for another person.

And each of us loved sex. My husband has the best tongue any woman has ever known. I, in turn, am blessed with what every man desires most – a woman who truly loves sharing oral sex and is prepared for sex any hour of the day, any day of the week. With both of us having been in quite sex-less relationships for quite a long time, the warmth, affection, and physical pleasure we afforded each other provided motivation for us to work out our differences.

We explored our fantasies, including some mild bondage, some "daring" exhibitionism on my part, and inevitably, some spanking. Each of us found some release in having the other "in control" and domination/submission became a part of our sexual repertoire. I found it sexually exciting to find myself lying across his lap, and to have my skirt raised over my waist, my panties taken down, and to have my bottom well reddened. To be his little girl, or his errant secretary, a hooker, or a nun, to have his hand spanking me until I plead for mercy then to be thrown onto the floor, on my back, panties still down and to be taken, hard and fast led to passion I could never forget. Our sex was explosive. 

While being spanked, and spanked hard, was a huge turnon for me, I must admit that making him bend over, pants and underwear around his ankles, while I work him over with a belt is even moreso, the greatest turnon I have ever encountered. Once his backside starts to redden, the only way he can save himself is to beg permission to orally satisfy me. And the only way to satisfy me is to lie on his back while I strip off my panties, straddle his face, and settle down to the pleasures of his tongue. I demand satisfaction, and satisfaction only occurs after several orgasms. Can there be an even greater pleasure for me? Yes, there is. He is not let off the hook even when I have my period, and knowing what he is required to do turns the excitement up another notch.. When problems arose between us, two fragile but strong willed people, it appeared the relationship was doomed. And then one day, after having hurt me by saying something which just hit the wrong nerve, leaving me one part furious and the other part in tears, he tried to find forgiveness and he said "would you feel better if you punished me?" I snarled "yes" and this time begging permission to satisfy me didn't save him one bit. I swung the belt, I swung it as hard as I could, I swung it over and over until the hurt drained out of me. And then we made love. And I didn't know it then, but "our system" was born.

Of course within a week or so, the shoe was on the other foot. And I had little choice but to place myself over his lap, and endure a very hard, albeit bare handed, spanking. To obtain forgiveneness, I then had to kneel between his legs, unzip his pants, and take his cock out. And then kiss it, fondle it, lick it, and finally suck it, and swallow.

Soon we were both having spanking fun, and occasional painful punishments. But it became obvious to us that if there was to truly be punishment, it would have to be somehow different than the spanking "fun and games". Over a period of several months, our "system" evolved, and tonight I stand - awaiting punishment.

Now I ought to say here that the "worst part" of punishment is the waiting, the knowing that it is going to happen, but that's not so. The "worst part" is the intense sting that seems to reach from my backside all the way to my knees with only a brief pause between my legs. It's the maddening itch in a bright red backside which I must display, but not touch, while standing in the corner. It's wincing when sitting on a wooden chair even hours later. And it annoys me that an hour after the worst punishment I am damp and with an itch in my pussy that rivals the itch of my reddened bottom. 

"Spankings" are given on my bare bottom by his bare hand, and are always a prelude to love making. His "spankings" are also given across my lap, pants and underwear down, with a light wooden ping pong type paddle. We have learned how much each can take, and that both giving and taking turns each of us on, and these bottom reddening spankings are a major part of our highly sexual relationship. Being told at breakfast that "you have been a very naughty little girl, and when I get home tonight, you are going to get the spanking you deserve" is enough to send me to work with soaked panties, and a tingle down there for the entire day. As for him, when he gets home from work and I am wearing "the outfit" which consists of high heels, stay-up stockings, and a black lace Victoria's Secrets ensemble, he knows enough to kneel immediately. But these fun times are also an entirely different kettle of fish from our punishment spankings. One of which I will get tonight.

We have an old slate, purchased at an antique store, which hangs on the inside of the door of the closet in our room. It is divided in half – his and hers – down the middle. It hangs between two leather paddles, each about fifty centimeters long and five wide. Each is double thickness with some reinforcing metal in between. His is thicker than mine because he is tougher than me, and I have a considerably lower threshold of pain. 

At any time during the week when either of us has been hurt by the other in word or deed, an order is given to go and write on the slate the "offense" and the number of strokes awarded. No argument is allowed.

At the end of the week, for me it is Wednesdays like today, for him it is Sundays, we are ordered to go and fetch the slate. The "court" is in the living room. If the slate is blank, and mine was not this week, it is replaced and that's the end of it. If in thinking over what the punishments were awarded for, the person hurt decides that maybe it wasn't so bad after all, the order is given to replace it and that is the end of it. But if neither is the case, comes the order "so you are to be punished."

The first step is to return to the closet, get the paddle and bring it to the living room, presenting it with the words, "I'm sorry I did the things I did, please punish me for them."

I then must take off all of my clothes, every stitch, folding them neatly, even shoes and socks. I stand facing him, fold my hands together and put them behind my neck. This is terribly embarrassing because at my age, my breasts have begun to sag, and after three babies, the lips of my sex are somewhat distended. They are also clearly visible because my sex is shaved clean; he loves it that way. There may be some who feel this is a sign that I am submissive, but the quality and quantity of oral sex I am showered with make it well worth keeping him happy.

I have said we have a highly sexual relationship. We sleep naked and curled up together. I dress and undress with him every day. Our one bathroom is often used while the other is showering - we often shower together. In short, modesty is not a major item in our marriage. But to have to strip down to bare skin, and put hands behind the neck, knowing that punishment is coming, is one of the hardest things for me to do. In the eight years we have been together, I still am not used to it – there is a feeling of nakedness when your sins are about to be talked about it, and you know your bottom will suffer, standing completely exposed in the harsh light of a living room, that is unlike any nudity in the bedroom. 

We go down the list of my sins. Each item is discussed as to what I did, and to how many strokes were awarded. Usually a tongue lashing is part of it; "can't you understand how what you said would affect me...? " Why did you do that?" Although I try not to, I will start to squirm; he knows exactly the things to say to make me sorry for each thing I did. For the first time, I may argue with either the severity of the punishment, or even whether I really deserve any punishment for what I did. He is eminently fair about this. The bulk of my punishments are for three things, lateness (I was never very good at being on time, but this is made worse if I fail to call him and tell him why. He does worry about me), forgetting something important (from going to the store to renewing my driver's license!), or for my unfortunately foul mouth coupled with a bad temper. Sometimes there really was a god excuse for why I failed to do something important, sometimes he believes that I truly did not mean something I said the way it was taken, and he may reduce or even rescind the punishment awarded. In the case of a dispute under our "system", the person who was hurt always is the finally arbiter, because we both agree that if the other hurt you, that hurt is valid, and deserving of receiving some punishment. This stems from us both having been in previous relationships in which our feelings "didn't matter". Each of us had a partner who was really uncomprehending (for different reason) of the hurt they administered.

And having agreed that punishment is in order, and having agreed the number of strokes is fair, still completely exposed, humiliated, and feeling remorse, I am told to "get ready for your punishment".

I will walk over to the end of the sofa, and bend over it, head all the way down to the cushions. I stretch my hands above my head, gripping a pillow put there for that purpose. I will spread my legs wide because part of the humiliation of punishment in our house (for both of us) is that when the paddle is applied, the private parts must be fully in view. In an average week, the number of stokes I receive is twelve to fifteen. (I am harsher with him, he probably averages more like twenty). I have gotten off scot-free on many occasions – the worst I have ever taken was forty four.

He steps up behind me, says "ready?", and reminds me that I am to count them.

The first stroke is always the worst. I am sure he could swing harder if he really wanted to, but we agreed years ago that the purpose is definitely punishment for the hurts or offenses inflicted and a genuine hope that better behavior will come about. Punishment means pain, and both of us inflict pain in these sessions. We also have a "no mercy" rule. The last stroke is just as hard as the first regardless of how many the poor victim has, or will, receive. The time interval remains the same, no matter how the pain level and heat may have increased. If you have never had a leather paddle laid across your bottom, let me explain how it feels. You hear it coming first. A split instant of a hiss, and then the sound of a tree branch snapping. The instant pain is blinding; you will gasp – or later sob, your fingers will grab the pillow more tightly. As the sting spreads across your cheeks, only the fingers grabbing that pillow prevent you from reaching back to try and rub the heat out. When the first blast of pain subsides, you will meekly say, "one, thank you sir", and it will take ten or fifteen seconds until your breathing is back to something like normal. Now close your eyes, take a deep breath, and wait for the next stroke. If a skirt up, panties down, bare bottom spanking over the lap brings out the juice in your pussy, and the lust in your mind, let me assure you that during a leather strap paddling you will remain dry as a bone.

Tonight I will receive twenty two strokes. Usually I am gasping by six or eight, sobbing softly by fifteen or so, and actually crying by twenty four. Kicking the legs or bending the knees is permissible, but otherwise leaving position (like standing up, or rubbing the bottom) gets a very harsh penalty; two strokes delivered across the backs of the thighs. That is pain you never forget. The night of the forty four, I was very proud of the fact that although I collapsed over the arm of the sofa, I never left position, never pleaded to be let off. I had earned every one, I knew it, and I took it. 

When the paddling is over, I get to erase the week's offenses, and return the strap along with the slate to its place in the bedroom. Still naked, I will then return to the living room and go the punishment corner where I will stand with nose touching the wall, for as many minutes as there has been strokes. During this time, I can compose myself. This is followed by a long, warm, (unsexy) kiss shared with words of forgiveness. Sex is not a part of our punishment sessions, and we have worked very hard at keeping fun, sexy "spankings" quite separate from punishment paddlings. Despite this, I have found through the years that love-making occurs more frequently on Wednesday and Sunday nights than on others. Particularly after his punishments. As I've said, I am a bad person. Hurting him turns me on.

I mentioned above that ours is an equal relationship, and that he will stand, completely naked in front of me on Sunday evening. I am somewhat tougher on him than he is on me. While he loves giving me a fun spanking, I genuinely believe that he is not turned on when punishing me. I can't say the same. It turns me on to make him gasp, to kick out with his legs, to mumble expletives as the paddle strikes home. I also paddle him just about as hard as I can; I'm sure I swing harder with his heavier paddle than he does to me. Each stroke, and especially those getting a gasp, a groan or even moreso a sob, from him gives me that tingle down there, and I can feel the juices flow. When I am finished, my panties are always soaked. More than once he has returned from replacing the paddle and slate and taken his place in the corner while I have my eyes closed, and my hand inside my panties. And there's more I am also ashamed of, but it is true. We have an extra penalty of two strokes if he shows any sexual excitement when he is naked in front of me; I confess that occasionally I will dangle a high heel from my toe, or be careless with my skirt, or leave a button too many undone in the hopes of "catching him".

We are two strong people, both with baggage from past relationships, both quick to anger and to find hurt. If you wonder how have we maintained the wonderful loving relationship we have, I think it largely through our punishment ritual, mutual respect at the end of a half meter of doubled leather. Each of us knows we must face that every week. And it is not easy to stand in front of your partner, completely naked, admit the things you have done, ask for punishment, and then bend over and accept the searing pain of a paddling. But it works. 



Wednesday Night



The first rule is that you're not allowed to touch. Which is why when you knocked on the door to the hotel room, I put you in that chair and tied your hands behind your back. When you meet strangers for sex, a girl can't be too careful, don't you agree? 

You look so good sitting there, wearing a tie....like this is a formal event. It's nice that you dressed up for me, maybe I can dress up for you sometime? I don't consider what I'm wearing tonight to be dressed up, being that I'm only currently wearing panties and a bra. Red. Your favourite colour according to all our late night chats. 

I know you want me. I can tell by the way that your eyes lit up when I answered the door. That, and the fact that when I tied your hands behind your back I brushed my wrist against the front of your pants and you were already hard. Feeling you like that made my pussy clench. 

I move back to the edge of the bed, across from you. I smile. You smile back.

"I'm glad you're here," I say as I lean backwards, "you look just like your picture."

"You as well," you reply, staring at my tits. Your eyes haven't left them since you smiled at me. I like that. It makes me want to let you see other things.

I lean forward, towards you, and brush my lips along your cheek.

"I've been dreaming about this for days," I whisper, "I practically wore my clit out thinking about you."

With that, I tilt your head towards me and suck your bottom lip into my mouth. I nip at it and feel your lips for the first time. You take control of the kiss, plunging your tongue into my mouth roughly. I love the way your mouth tastes. I wonder if everything about you tastes so delicious....

As we kiss, I reach down and unhook my bra. My nipples have been hard since I first saw you and I'm dying for you to see them. I break the kiss and lean back to let you get a glimpse of my tits for the first time. The nipples have grown considerably, they are so sensitive. I glance up at you to make sure you are watching, and I bring my hand to my mouth. I can still taste you. I suck two fingers into my mouth and reach for my tit. I squeeze my nipple hard, pulling, twisting. I feel my cunt grow wet as I continue to wet my fingers and play with my nipples. You look like you appreciate what you see.

I move back a bit on the bed and reach for my thong. I can't wait any longer, the fact that you are in front of my, looking at me, has made me so hot. I have to touch myself. You make a noise, like you want to help as I pull my thong from hips and down. It resists a little, it's gotten so wet since I arrived.

"Watch," I say as I run my hand down my stomach. 

My fingers brush my belly button and keep going south. My pussy is bare, just for you. I spread my pussy lips and dip my hand into my cunt, bringing the juice there forward, to my clit. My clit is so sensitive. I touch it and imagine your tongue there. It spasms. It wants attention. I lay down and spread my legs wide so you can see. You are sitting so close, but you can't touch...yet. I reach up into my pussy and finger fuck myself hard, my other hand playing with my clit...rubbing back and forth. I moan. It feels so good and I'm so hot knowing that you are watching. I fuck myself harder, harder, harder and I feel my orgasm coming like a freight train. My hand leaves my clit to squeeze my nipple again and it puts me over the edge. I groan and cum hard, my hips rising with the spasms in my cunt.

I lay there for just a few seconds, recovering and then I stand and offer you my fingers. You suck them deep into your mouth and suck the honey from my pussy off them. 

"Mmmm," you moan, as you lick my fingers clean.

I lean down and kiss you, tasting myself in your mouth. It makes me want to taste you.

I kneel and your feet and reach for your belt. I unzip your pants and you lift your hips to help me get your pants and boxers to your feet. I want to leave them on. It turns me on when you leave pieces of your clothes on, like you couldn't get everything off in the rush to take me.

I was right, you are hard. Your cock is staring at me, begging to be touched. I wrap my hand around it and lean closer. I kiss the tip and look up at you to smile. You smile back. 

I take the head of your cock into my mouth and suck gently. I hear you moan from above. I run my hand to the base of your dick and find your balls. So swollen. I cradle them in my hand as I take you deeper into my mouth. I jack you off as I swallow you deeper. You thrust you hips forward and I feel you hit the back of my throat. I pull back and suck the tip again. I taste your salty pre-cum and I moan. You are straining against the chair and I stop what I'm doing to reach around and untie your hands. I return to your cock and you bury your hands in my hair, your hips begin to move, fucking my mouth and I love it. You thrust again and again and then my mouth is filled with your cum. I swallow it all and I moan. You taste so good.

I move up your chest and I plunge my tongue into your mouth, letting you have a taste. Your hands have moved to my tits and you break the kiss to suck the nipple on my right breast into your moth. You tongue it, going round and round and my nipple gets so hard. You bite it lightly and I moan. "Oh my god, that feels so good," I groan as you suck harder. You switch to the other nipple and I feel my cunt contract. Between the taste of you still in my mouth and you sucking my tits, I'm going to cum again.

I reach between your legs as you lay my back on the bed and I feel your cock getting hard already. I pump your cock to the same rhythm you are sucking my nipples to and you gasp.

"I need you in me now," I say, "I need your cock in my pussy right now."

I guide you to the entrance of my cunt and you thrust into me. I practically scream, it feels that good. My cunt grips your cock as you pull back. You slam back into me and make me lose my breath. 

"Oh God. Fuck me. Fuck me harder," I cry.

You begin to thrust in earnest, going deep. You reach down and rub my clit as you thrust into me and I cum so hard I almost black out. 

"Fuck!" I scream as I feel you pulse inside me, your hot cum bathing my insides.

Not bad for a Wednesday night.



Wednesday Night



I wrote this poem for a good friend. It's her fantasy, and I only hope I did it justice. Emily, if you're reading this, I hope it's everything you've dreamed of.

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I'd been working at Mitzy's Diner off and on since high school, whenever I needed cash, whenever they needed experienced hands on the floor. Summers, winters, every now and then during the school years when I wasn't too busy with homework. The owners were a sweet older couple, and anytime I wanted shifts, or anytime I needed to take a break, they were more than understanding.

I was in my second year of college, just barely turning 20, when the bills started stacking up again. My landlord increased my rent, I found out my scholarship didn't cover various lab fees, and my bank account was rapidly depleting.

The last thing I needed was another student loan hanging over my head, so I walked back into Mitzy's, smiling brightly as they rehired me on the spot.

And it was back to the usual routine: late night shifts, an influx of families, regulars, drunk college kids, and yes, the usual perv. 

But I knew how to handle myself. I've gotten looks and come ons from a very young age. Not to brag, but my half Dutch, half Mexican heritage has blessed me with, well, what most might consider very attractive features: light brown skin, dark, wavy hair, big almond eyes. It didn't hurt that I'm 5'11" with 32C's, either. Add to it that our uniforms were a tight skirt which accentuated my perky ass and a low cut red polo top, and it was only natural that some customers would get the wrong idea every now and then.

And I mean, I knew how to handle myself, I thought I knew how to handle myself. It isn't hard to turn a man down, and aside from a lousy tip the usual rejected creep might leave, I'd never had any major issues, especially at work.

But all of that changed one warm, Wednesday night.

It had started a couple weeks before, around 9:30, after our big rush and when everything was dying down. He came in and took a seat in one of the booths in my section, and I figured he'd be quick and easy to handle.

He wasn't bad looking: tall, average build, must have worked out a little but not some huge meat head, with short brown hair and a piercing gaze. But he was obviously a little older than I prefer.

"Have you figured out what you'd like to order?" I asked that first night, and he looked me up and down, smiling intently.

"Yeah, I'd like to have you for dinner, but I can't find you anywhere on the menu," He laughed, giving me this wide, mischievous grin.

Like I hadn't heard that one before! I smiled, shaking my head and tapping the table.

"Guess you're gonna need another minute or two then," I told him, then walked off.

Usually guys take the hint when they're turned down that quickly and savagely, but not this one.

He kept hitting on me every time I came back, and even though I turned down his every advance, he had the gall to ask me for my number as he paid his bill.

"Sorry, hun, I never give my number away to customers. Slippery slope, you know?"

"Apparently not slippery enough," he laughed, "Guess I'll have to try again next week, huh?"

I shook my head and walked away, expecting another shitty tip when he left, but when I came back, to my surprise, he'd left me $40, even though the bill was less than $20.

I was sure it must have been a mistake, that he must be in the bathroom and he'd come back, expecting change, but after a while I realized he'd left.

That's when I knew he'd be back.

A few days went by and I'd forgotten about him. My mind was on school, work, friends, life in general, and to me he ceased to exist, until the next Wednesday night, when, just as we were beginning to die down, he walked in.

I rolled my eyes as I set down a menu in front of him, and he smiled up at me.

"Remember me?" He asked, staring me up and down.

"I honestly almost forgot you existed," I grunted, pouring him a glass of water.

"Wish I could say the same about you," he laughed, then ordered a beer.

I walked off to grab his beer and when I came back he was smiling, twirling his fork around his fingers.

"So what would you like?" I asked, impetuously.

"I think you know what I'd like." He answered, all cliche and rehearsed like a bad porno.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Do you know what you want or not?" I asked in a huff, but his smile never faded.

"A cheeseburger and fries," He said, then the fork slipped from his hand and fell a couple feet behind me.

"Don't worry, I got it," I said, my hospitable instincts kicking in as I bent over to get the fork.

"Well shit," He laughed, and I instantly blushed, realizing I'd been conned, "I might have to drop my fork more often if that's what I'm gonna get to see."

I turned around quickly, standing up and self consciously pulling my skirt down.

"Yeah, well, too bad you don't need a fork to eat a cheeseburger!" I snapped at him, storming off.

I returned with his cheeseburger and fries, setting it down a little too rough. The plate clamored, and he stared up at me with that same smile.

"Mmm, nothing like a big hunk of meat after a long day," He said, winking at me, and I just shook my head and walked off.

He only sipped on his beer, so I didn't bother checking up on him until he was done, just keeping an eye on him throughout his meal in case he needed more water. Luckily, that wasn't the case.

Finally, when he was finished, I came down and gave him the check.

"You know, I really think you should reconsider that little rule of yours," he said, stuffing two twenties in the check presenter and handing it back to me. "I could take you out somewhere real swanky, have a nice, romantic dinner, get to know each other, how does that sound?"

I crossed my arms, frowning down at him.

"That does sound pretty nice, the only problem is you'd be there," I said, almost laughing.

"Well," he said, standing up as I turned to walk away, "we could always skip dinner," and I felt his hand groping my ass, his fingers digging in deep.

"Oh!" I said, almost jumping out of my clothes. I turned to face him, ready to slap the smirk off his face, but his smile disarmed me and I didn't want to make a scene.

"No!" Was the only word I could muster, shaking my finger and storming off, blushing and burning red hot.

I saw him leaving out of the corner of my eyes, then I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and trying to calm down.

"Hey, Emily, you ok?" Samantha asked, and I turned towards her, obviously a little shaken up.

"It's, uh, well, god, this guy, he's come in a couple times now, and he's so forward!" I groaned, setting down my cup.

"What do you mean?" Samantha asked as she mulled away at her side work.

"Well, he comes onto me, way too strong," I started, and she put down the silverware. "He asked for my number, and I told him no, but he keeps trying."

"You should tell Jeff next time he comes in, he'd kick that guy out in a heartbeat." Samantha looked concerned, but I looked down at the check presenter in my hand and shook my head.

"I don't know, he always tips over 100%," I said, and her eyes lit up.

"Over 100%? Emily, that's even more cause for concern! Guys don't spend that kind of money without expecting something in return."

I sighed, knowing she was right, but getting an extra $20 on a slow night, just for dealing with a creep? It wasn't such a bad deal, when I really thought about it.

"I'm ok, I can handle him," I said, shaking it off, "he might be a creep, but I get it all the time. It's not that bad, just-" I bit my tongue, searching for the right word that wouldn't alarm Samantha too much, "Irritating."

She looked at me, obviously concerned, but shrugged and shook her head.

"If you say so, but don't be afraid to get Jeff. If this guy gets any worse, you need to kick him out, even if he is a great tipper."

"Yeah, you're right," I smiled, brushing her back as I hopped out to the floor.

Next Wednesday I was ready for him, and sure enough, he came in right as we were dying down.

"Oh, you again," I rolled my eyes, tossing a menu at him and grabbing him a glass of water.

"You miss me, baby?"

"No, and I was hoping I wouldn't see you again," I snapped, and he just smiled.

"Well I can go sit in someone else's section if you want," He laughed, calling my bluff. I quickly shook my head, I'd had a terrible night money-wise already, I needed that extra tip.

"No, it's ok," I shrugged, "Want me to grab you a beer?"

"That's not the only thing I'd like you to grab," He said, eyeing me up and down.

"Cute," I huffed, walking off.

When I came back, he was sitting patiently, smiling at me.

"Cheeseburger and fries?" I asked.

"You've memorized my order already? I must be one of your favorite customers," he joked, and I couldn't help but break a smile.

"Not even close," I laughed, unable to take him seriously.

"Well you're my favorite," he said, sternly, "And I think I'm finally getting to you."

I shrugged and walked off, bringing him back his meal as soon as it was ready.

"You know, you really should let me take you out. Something tells me you could use a nice, romantic evening. And if you keep turning me down, you know, you might just regret it." He said with a mischievous smile, and all the red flags in my head went off.

"What do you mean, regret it?" I asked, the color flushing from my face.

"Well, missed opportunities, you know?" He laughed, biting into his cheeseburger, "You'll never get to find out how interesting and charming I can be."

I shook my head at him, frowning.

"Oh, I already know how 'charming' you are," I said, leaving him there.

He ate his meal and I finished up some side work, keeping an eye on him but doing my best not to make eye contact. Finally, when he was done, I brought him his check.

"You know, you really should take me up on that date," he said, stuffing two twenties inside without even looking at the bill.

"Never gonna happen," I said, and he stood up, tossing his napkin on the plate and turning to me.

He pushed me back against another booth, and I looked around but none of my coworkers were on the floor, just a couple of tables eating their dinner and paying us no attention.

"Hey," I whimpered, as he grabbed my hips and pushed himself close to me.

"This is the last time I'm going to ask," He muttered under his breath as I pushed away from him.

"Good, maybe you'll finally get the hint," I huffed, but his grip was unyielding.

"Maybe I will," He said, then he let go of me and turned towards the door.

I tried to think of something to yell at him, but I was still speechless when he stepped out the door and into the night

I tried to get him out of my mind, finishing up my side work and making a mental note to switch shifts with one of the other servers, maybe Jacob or Barbara, someone he wouldn't even bother messing with.

I ran over our conversation in my head maybe twenty times, until finally I got distracted and he slipped from my mind. Soon enough, it was 11, and I grabbed my purse and left.

Mitzy's shared a parking lot with a large department store, and when I'd arrived earlier, we were packed, so I had to park a little ways off. I made my way through the dark lot, thinking about what homework I'd need to take care of, trying to decide whether or not I should do it that night or wake up early in the morning.

I was walking past a few cars when I saw him, leaning against a black SUV, arms crossed.

"Hello, Emily," He said calmly, and I almost jumped and ran, but I recognized his voice and rolled my eyes.

"You again, you think waiting for me in the parking lot is gonna get me to give you my number? Yeah, right." I laughed, but he grabbed me and pushed me up against the side of the SUV.

"I don't want your number anymore, I thought I told you that tonight was the last I would ask you for that."

I squirmed against his touch, but he held my arms by my side. I thought to scream, but there was nobody around. It was useless, I was helpless.

"What are you doing? What do you want?" I asked, gasping at the feeling of his body pressing into mine.

"Well, I left in such a rush, I forgot to order desert," He said, turning me around forcefully and pinning both hands behind my back.

He slowly lifted my skirt, and I felt as my ass cheeks popped out, blushing furiously at the thought of him staring at my black thong and round ass.

He reached in between my legs, nibbling my neck.

"Mmm, cherry pie," he whispered as he stuck two fingers inside me, slipping in easily. I gasped, flustered and embarrassed.

"No, please, stop." I begged, shaking my head, trying to think of some way of getting out of this mess. "You were right, I should have given you my number."

"You know, you really should have," he laughed, pulling his fingers out and spanking my ass.

"Please, my job is really stressful, I'm sorry," I said, bouncing at the first slap of his palm against me. "I could really use a romantic date, I'd love to go out with you, please," I begged.

"It's too late for that now," He whispered, opening the passenger side door. He reached inside and pressed a button on the back of the center console, and the middle row of seats bent down automatically, slowly lowering into the floor and disappearing from view.

"Oh god! No!" I shrieked, but he tossed me inside and climbed in after me, closing the door behind him.

"Please, stop, you can't do this!" I begged, squirming and trying to open the door, but he pulled my shirt off and unclipped my bra in the struggle, exposing my tits.

"You should have been more polite with me," he laughed, as I tried to cover myself, backing up into the last row of seats. "You should have given me your number when I asked."

He grabbed my hands, pulling them behind me, and swiftly wrapped the seatbelt around them, tying a quick knot and binding me, clicking the belt into place and sitting back, staring at me.

"Please, not like this. We can go on that date, whenever you want, I'm sorry!" I sobbed, struggling and trying to get out.

"You're not getting a romantic date anymore," He said, spreading my legs and pushing my skirt up and around my waist, then he pulled my thong off, tossing it aside, "You're an uptight little cock tease, you don't deserve that. And besides, I still want dessert."

With that, he bent down, laying on the floor in front of me and rubbing my clit with his thumb, I could feel his hot breath on my pussy.

"Mmm, you're soaking wet, you like this, don't you?" He moaned, kissing my clit softly.

"No!" I squealed, my head rushing. "Yes, I like it, I'll do whatever you say, just not here, not like this!" I begged.

He started kissing my clit, sucking and licking, groping my inner thighs as I panted and gasped. I'd never had a man go down on me like that before, patient and slow, teasing, then fast and wild again. It sent shivers down my spine, and my legs kicked and shook, but my back arched, my tits pressing out, my chest burning red.

"Oh god!" I moaned, finally unable to hold it back, "Oh god, please, please don't make me!" I begged, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me orgasm, but I couldn't stop it, I couldn't fight it anymore, and he only kissed and sucked and licked faster.

Soon, I was cumming. My body shook, beads of sweat dripping down my chest, my legs quivering, my breath short and quick, and in a rush of orgasmic intensity, my pussy contracted, squirting in his face, on his shirt, and all over the carpet of his SUV.

He stood back and laughed, wiping himself off, then reached forward and grabbed me by my throat.

"You liked that, didn't you?" He asked, and my body gave way at his touch, arching and bending towards him. When he pressed two fingers inside of me, I moaned, pushing against him and trying to bring him deeper inside of me.

"Mmm, no, please, god!" I gasped, and he pressed his fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"Ugh! Yes!" I shrieked, then he pulled out.

He reached behind me and unbuckled the seat belt, loosening my grip, then sat up on the seat, pulling out his hard cock.

"Get on your hands and knees," He demanded, leaning back.

I got on my knees, turning to face him, but wavering as I looked towards the door. I saw my shirt and purse huddled in a corner, and I tried to decide if I should make a run for it. 

He watched me hesitating, then reached forward and grabbed my hair.

"Thinking about leaving so soon?" He asked, slapping me in the face.

I jumped, squealing, then he reached forward and pulled off my skirt, forcing it off of me, and grabbed my shirt from the corner, tossing me only my thong.

"Go, if that's what you want, you can go, but I'm keeping your clothes, you have to walk to your car in just your skimpy little slut thong." he said, pressing a button, and the door opened up. I could feel the warm spring air, a cool breeze blowing, and I looked out the door, holding my thong in my hand, almost hyperventilating at the thought of crossing the big parking lot wearing nothing but my panties.

"I-" I stammered, clutching my thong, "I-" but he reached forward and pressed the button, closing the door again.

"I guess you're staying," he laughed, grabbing me by the back of my head and pulling me back.

I looked up at him, trying to appeal to him in any way I could.

"Please!" I begged, and he shook his head.

"You had your chance, now open your mouth," He demanded, unbuckling his belt and pulling it off.

"No! Please! I can't, not like this!" I begged, then he reached back and I felt the belt coming down on my back, whipping my skin, burning and searing.

"Oh, no! not again, please!" I screamed, but he reached back, whipping me again, this time my ass.

I lunged forward, grabbing his cock and shoving it down my throat, slurping and sucking as he leaned back, relaxing.

"You finally get it," He moaned, grabbing the back of my head and shoving his cock all the way down my throat. It felt like I was sucking his cock for hours, slobbering and deepthroating him. He'd grab my head and shove me down all the way, his cock hitting my gag reflex, and I'd choke and gag.

He'd hold me down until it was almost too much, then let me back up for air. I was getting flustered, becoming worn out and worn thin, and I didn't know how much more I could take.

Then he shoved his cock all the way down my throat, my nose pressing into his crotch, and slapped my ass.

"Stick out your tongue and lick my balls!"

I tried to stick out my tongue, but his cock was filling my mouth, and it was almost impossible. I gagged and wretched, but his I couldn't fight his grip. I reached forward, cupped his balls with my hand, bringing them closer, and forced my tongue out of my mouth, finally doing as he said.

He let go and I fell back, choking and gasping, sobbing, my eyeliner running, my body quivering.

"Please! Stop!" I cried, and he waved at the door.

"You can leave anytime you'd like," He told me, smiling, and I looked at him, looked at the door, then looked back at him.

Timidly, I put on my thong, sniffing and sobbing quietly, ready to run to my car as quickly as I could. I reached for the door handle, but right as I was about to open it, he grabbed me from behind, pulled my hands behind my back, pinning them there with one hand, and pushed his cock against my pussy, barely penetrating me.

"Oh! Please! God!" I moaned, trying to squirm away from my cock, but he pressed it in, holding me still. "Please! You said I could go!"

He laughed and spanked my ass, slowly pushing his cock inside me. I could feel my pussy contracting just from him teasing me, my blood rushing and my entire body tingling..

"I changed my mind," He told me, "I'm not through with you yet."




Wednesday Night



And with that he shoved his entire cock inside of me, tearing my pussy apart, forcing his way deep into my pussy. I choked, coughing and gasping for air as he pounded me from behind, my eyes wide, my head swimming.

Up till that point, I'd never been fucked in any other way than how I wanted, which was usually missionary, or me on top, riding and playing with my pussy until I came. In fact, I'd never even orgasmed before without having to play with my own clit while being fucked.

It had always been sensual, hot and romantic sex at best, and even then, only on my terms. I wasn't one to sleep around, I could count on one hand the amount of guys I'd been with, and every one of them was somewhat long term, I only put out after a couple months of dating.

I'd never been fucked anywhere near this rough, I'd never felt so helpless, so dominated, or so turned on.

After only a few thrusts of his hard cock inside me, I felt my body giving way and I began to cum, squirting and moaning, gasping for air as he forced his way inside me.

"Fuck!" He said, spanking me, "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you? You like this as much as I do, don't you?"

I had to wait until my orgasm to subside before I could even form words.

"N-no! No, I can't, I don't," I groaned, trying not to give him the pleasure, but within seconds my body was reaching climax again, and I closed my eyes, trying to shut him out as I started cumming and squirting all over him again.

"Oh god!" I cried, almost losing myself. "Yes, fuck, yes!" I screamed.

"You're a dumb little slut, aren't you?" He laughed, and I shook my head.

"No!" I cried, and he spanked me, again and again.

"Say it!" He demanded, and I started to squeal.

"Oh! Ah! Ok, ok! I'm a dumb little slut!" I moaned, cumming again, my pussy gushing with my cum, squirting everywhere, almost violently. "I'm a dumb little slut! I'm a dumb little slut!"

He pounded me from behind for what seemed like an eternity, and I came so many times I lost count, my head swimming, my body giving way to his. I was at his complete control, and the more I tried to fight it, the harder the orgasms got.

"Fuck, good lord," He laughed, spanking my ass and riding me, then he pulled out and pushed me over, spreading my legs and laying on top of me.

I grabbed him and pulled him close, wrapping my legs around his body and holding him by his neck and the back of his head. I knew I couldn't stop him, I knew he would have his way with me until he was finished, but I almost didn't want him to finish.

I kissed his neck, and he grabbed my neck, slapping me until I came again.

Every time I came while he was on top of me, he'd choke me, and I could feel the blood rushing to my head, then a rush of pleasure once he let go. It was intense and beautiful and amazing, I'd never thought I'd enjoy choking, I'd never thought I could like being fucked like this.

I came so many times, I began to lose myself in pleasure, blacking out and coming back to a hot, rough orgasm.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, groaning as he climbed onto the back seat, leaning back and reclining.

He sat up, smiling and looking down at me, watching me spasm and shake.

I laid there, trying to catch my breath, trying to stop cumming, but it washed over me, taking my body over, overwhelming me. I could barely move, I could barely breath.

Suddenly, the door opened, and I looked up at him, seeing him stroking his cock, smiling down at me.

"You have ten seconds to leave," He said, tossing me my clothes, "You can even have your clothes back."

I lied there, my eyes almost rolling back in my head, panting and gasping for breath.

"10," He said, and I pushed my body up, collapsing back down, hiding my face in my hands.

"9." I rolled over on my back, my legs shaking, my heart racing. Was it just another game? Would he really let me go?

"8." I stared up at him, looking around, seeing my clothes by my side.

"7." I shook my head. I told myself I could do it, there was freedom, staring me in the face, the cool air from outside blowing through the door.

"6." I sat up, grabbing my skirt.

"5."

"No!" I moaned, falling back, my head swimming again.

"4." I started losing control, quivering and gasping for air.

"3." Just the sound of his voice, the finality the doors closing, only open for three more-

"2." My body shook, I couldn't fight it, I couldn't leave.

"1." I couldn't do it, I couldn't escape it.

"Suit yourself," he said, and the door closed.

And I came, harder than before, rubbing my clit and arching my back, screaming and moaning.

"Oh god! Oh god!" I shrieked, my pussy squirting and exploding in pleasure.

"Damn, you're fucked up," he told me, but his words were barely an echo.

I couldn't stop, I rubbed my clit, fingering my pussy and twisting my nipples, gushing and screaming, shivering and panting for breath, enjoying one long orgasm. It must have lasted a few minutes.

Finally, it was over, and I laid there, gasping for air.

"Get up," I heard, barely able to lift my head.

"Get up!" He demanded, grabbing me and pulling me into his lap.

"Please," I mumbled, "Please, no more."

He shook his head, drawing me closer and kissing me.

"You don't want that, do you?" He asked, spreading my legs and shoving two fingers inside me. I gasped, squirming against his embrace.

"Please, please, just let me go," I begged, my body pressing against his touch, and he shook his head.

"You're not going anywhere yet," He told me as he spit into his hand, lubricating his cock and picking me up against it.

I thought he was going to shove himself inside my pussy again, but instead, he spread my legs, facing me away from him, and pressing his cock against my ass.

"Please! Please! No, you can't!" I begged, shaking my head and trying to push away from him, but he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back, leaning me against them and pinning them there between our bodies.

"Oh god, no, it's too big, it's too big!" I cried as he forced the head of his cock inside my ass.

With one hand he covered my mouth and with the other, he fingered me, and I shook and screamed as my body took his cock wall the way inside my ass.

I screamed, shaking my head. I'd never been fucked in the ass, I'd never even dreamed of being fucked in the ass.

At first it hurt, the pain was intense and I thought he would tear me apart, but as soon as he was inside me, it opened up an entire new world of pleasure. He hit a spot that I didn't know existed, somewhere.deep inside of me.

"No!" I screamed, but his palm muffled my cries, and he slowly started gyrating his hips, pressing his body against mine, thrusting his cock in and out, in and out.

I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as he forced me to ride him, my skin blushing as I came, over and over again, the humiliation of being in so much pain, being forcibly degraded and fucked like this, and yet, not wanting it to stop, only wanting it to go on and on.

Finally, he slowly pulled his cock out, almost gently, and set me down on the floor.

I curled up into the fetal position, but he shook his head.

"You're not done," He told me, and I slowly climbed up, knowing what he wanted.

I got on my knees and grabbed his cock, jerking him off and bobbing my head, but he pushed my hand aside.

"No hands, only your mouth," He told me, then grabbed my hair and started forcing my head down on his cock, thrusting inside my mouth, until his breathing grew short and he started moaning.

"There you go, there you go," he groaned, shooting his load down my throat. I gagged instantly, not sure if I could hold it down, but he kept my head down as the cum dripped down my throat, slowly letting me up for air.

And then I collapsed.

It was a strange sensation. Every part of me hurt, every inch of my skin burned, my pussy and ass were a wasteland of pleasure and pain, and I could barely move. I grabbed his ankle and caressed his legs, my face next to his foot, nuzzling him gently as he leaned over and pet my back.

I think I fell asleep for some time, I'm not sure. All I know is at some point, I looked up, and he was holding my wallet, my purse by his side.

"Ah, Dover St., huh? I know exactly where that is," he smiled.

"What?" I whispered, and he shushed me, pulling my clothes on, helping me get dressed.

Then I must have passed out again, because I woke up in his front seat, the streetlights passing by swiftly, and suddenly we were at my house, a tiny little one bedroom duplex on the east side of town.

"How did you-" I asked, and he just smiled, like he always did.

"You're in no condition to drive," He said, getting out and coming to the passenger side, picking me up and carrying me inside.

He carried me inside and through my place, then set me down on my bed, sitting next to me, putting my purse on the nightstand. Then he reached inside and pulled out my key ring.

Slowly, he pulled off the key to my place and put it in his shirt pocket, setting the rest back inside my purse.

"I'll be holding onto this," he said, patting his shirt pocket, "I'm sure you have a spare around here somewhere."

I moaned, rubbing my face and trying to sit up.

"What?" I gasped, shaking my head, "No, please, you-"

"I know where you live, and I know where you work." He told me, almost threateningly, rubbing my skin. "I'll be watching you, and I'll be coming to pay you a visit soon."

"Please, you- I-" I stammered, trying to sit up, but I could barely move. I was so weak, so tired, all I wanted was to close my eyes.

"I'll be looking forward to our next meeting," he leaned forward, kissing me on my lips.

"When?" I asked, but he shook his head and laughed, standing up and walking out of my bedroom, leaving me there alone, drifting off to sleep.

I searched my thoughts, and even in my hazy, half awake mind, I knew when he'd return, when he'd come back to claim me, to make me his, again.

Wednesday night.



Wednesday Night With Mom



I would suggest you read both "Aunt Pat" and "Gram Connie" before reading this story.

My Mom, Sara is 45 years old. She has 2 children, my sister Becky, 28 and me, Matt 21. When you ask my parents how long they have been married, they both simply answer almost 30 years. Fact is they have been married 27 years and 6 months. Mom got pregnant with Becky when she was 16 and married Dad after my Grandmother had a talk with both of them that spelled out exactly what was going to happen and the story to be told. Grams saw to it that each continued their education and went on to college. To this day Becky thinks she was a premature baby.

My Dad is a big time accountant with an office in the city. Mom works 4 days a week at the store even though she doesn't do much. When I graduated from high school they started this Wednesday night out thing because dad always spends the night in the city on Wednesday because her has a staff meeting beginning at 7am on Thursday. Mom usually leaves home at about 5pm and returns at about 2am. Mom always spends all afternoon getting ready and takes a small bag with her. The few times I've been awake when she got home it she sure didn't look like she'd only been to dinner. Usually she was about three sheets in the wind and I wondered a couple of times how she even drove home. I think this is their night away from their grown son when they can fuck each others brains out.

The one thing I haven't told you in my two previous stories is that My Gram and her daughters are not pretty women. As a matter of fact they might be described as somewhat plain with big Roman type noses. All three of the daughters wanted plastic surgery when they were young, but Grams would not hear of it. Grams wears very little makeup, but the daughters wear a lot. They seem to be able to downplay the nose thing to their satisfaction. You never see any of them unless they are dressed to the nines and wearing the best and most expensive perfumes available. My sister and cousins all seem to have inherited their Dad's genes in as much as the nose thing is concerned. I on the other hand have a great big nose.

Mom is slightly overweight, but she carries it well. Her breasts and hips are somewhat large but her waist is very small and as a result she has an hourglass shape even if it is somewhat large hourglass. She is 5'2" tall and weighs about 140.

About 4pm on Wednesday afternoon, I was laying on my bed reading and wondering what I was going to do tonight. Aunt Pat had told me last week she had to attend a dinner with my uncle and wouldn't see me this week. Since it had been a tough week at the store I decided to just rent a video and stay home. 

I hadn't seen Mom in a couple of hours and figured she was getting dressed to go meet Dad. I went to Mom's bedroom to tell her where I was going because she would probably leave before I got back. I knocked on the door and told her I was going out and she said she needed me to zip her dress before I left. I opened the door and entered. Wow Mom. Her back was turned to the door and she was just stepping into her dress as I entered. She was wearing a black strapless bra, tiny black panties which just barely covered the crack of her ass, a black garter belt and black hose. She hurriedly pulled the dress up as I walked across the room. As I waited for her to adjust the dress, I saw a black teddy on the bed next to the small bag she was taking with her. I zipped the dress, kissed her lightly on the cheek and told her to have a good time. From the looks of the arsenal of underwear she had on and was taking, Dad was going to be the one having a good time. Mom and Dad had not been getting along too good lately. I had heard them arguing a lot recently and she had spent a lot of time talking with Gram in the office. Usually after one of these talks it was apparent Mom had been crying.

I went to the video store and picked up a couple of movies. When I got home I put a pizza in the oven, took a shower and put on a pair of boxers. I took the pizza to the den and started one of the movies. About 9pm I heard the back door close. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen just in time to see Mom closing the refrigerator. She had a full gallon of wine in her hand. It was pretty clear she had already had a few drinks and judging from the looks of her mascara she had been crying. I asked what was wrong and she said nothing for me to be concerned about. She then said my Dad was an ass hole and they got into a fight and she decided to come home. She said she was going up to her room.

I gave Mom about 30 minutes to calm down, before I went up stairs and knocked on the bedroom door. She told me to come in and when I entered Mom was sitting in the middle of the bed propped up on several pillows against the headboard with the now half empty jug of wine under her arm and sipping from a full glass. She had taken her makeup off but was still wearing the same clothes she had worn into the city. I asked if she was all right and she said yes and told me it was nothing I needed to be concerned about.

Mom asked if I wanted to watch the late night talk show with her, moved over slightly in the bed and patted the empty space next to her. I got into bed and propped up on a pillow next to her. We sat in silence and watched the program. During the commercial break Mom got up to go to the bathroom. She was beginning to get very unsteady on her feet. She returned in a few minutes and poured another glass of wine. 

One of the special guests on the show tonight was a woman of about 40 who was one of the last of the old style exotic dancers. She came out on stage dressed in a conservative business suit. The host showed a clip of her doing her act. The woman explained that while her act was erotic, it was not vulgar and left much to the imagination.

Mom asked me in a somewhat slurred voice if I found the woman attractive. I said yes, and no. Yes she was attractive when she did her act because of the clothes she was wearing, but no she was not especially attractive in her business suit because she looked like a working Mom. I said it was a classic example of proper clothing to setting up the right mood. She then asked if I found the lady's act exciting. I said I had not seen enough to know if it was exciting or not. She inquired whether I had ever been to a topless club and I replied that I had. Mom said she wanted my opinion on something. 

Mom got out of the bed and walked to the foot of the bed facing me. She asked if I found her attractive in the dress she was wearing. I said yes. She then walked around to my side of the bed and asked me to unzip her dress. She returned to the foot of the bed and removed the dress. She stood before me in the black strapless bra, tiny black panties, black garter belt and stockings. She asked if I found her more attractive in the dress or her sexy underwear. Before I could answer, she started to giggle which started me giggling and before long we were both laughing hysterically. Mom was laughing so hard and was so drunk she had to reach out and hold herself up on the foot of the bed. I hurried off the bed and supported her to keep her from falling. I placed one arm around her waist and held her upright. Mom turned to face me and put both her arms around my neck and pressed her body close to me. In a playful way she asked if she were not my Mom would I find her sexy and seductive. I said most certainly. My Dick was beginning to react to the situation. It was getting hard and pressing right against my Mom's stomach. Her face turned a slight shade of red and she started to pull away, but suddenly reached up and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned that kiss with a long and passionate one. She responded in kind.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her on her back. When I climbed into the bed with her my Dick came out of the opening in the front of my boxers. Mom grabbed it with her right hand and caressed it gently while I kissed her neck. I reached down and placed my right hand into her panties and paused only slightly to feel the softness of her pubic hair the continued to the outer lips of her pussy. As I spread the lips with my fingers I felt her juices begin to flow. I inserted my middle finger into her as far as possible and began to move it slowly. She hungrily sought my mouth and began French kissing me. Within 30 seconds she had become moist, experienced stimulation and was now having her first orgasm. Her body convulsed and she repeatedly raised her legs off the bed and allowed them to fall back to the bed. The orgasm lasted a full 3 minutes. There was wave after wave, each stronger than the last until finally she started to settle down into a series of slight jerking motions. If I hadn't known better I would have believed this was her first sexual experience or at least her first orgasm.

I pulled the bra down off her breasts and was greeted by a wonderful sight. The aureole's were a very dark rosy color and covered almost half her large breasts. The nipples were only barely visible and appeared to be inverted. I took the right one in my mouth and it popped out of the breast to a length of about one half inch. I sucked the other nipple and it did the same. Mom was coming again just from the stimulation derived from having her nipples sucked. She was also feverishly caressing my Dick. I reached down and pulled her panties to one side, got up on top and entered her. She finished coming the moment I entered her and without a moments hesitation began to experience another wave of orgasm. I was more involved in bringing my Mother to wave after wave of orgasm than actually coming myself.

As soon as she finished coming the third time she rolled me over onto my back and sat up on me. She began to ride me. First rocking back and forth to achieve a forth orgasm, then side to side to orgasm number five. She then planted both feet on the mattress and assumed a squatting position and slowly raised and lowered herself on my Dick. She hit orgasm's number six and seven using this position. She then slowly lowered herself onto my Dick and without moving began to use the muscles in her vagina to tighten and then relax her grip on my Dick. I could tell by her facial expression and breathing she was about to come with orgasm number eight. She started to say my name softly at first then louder and longer until she was screaming. I began to feel my orgasm starting deep in my lower thighs. If grew warmer and more intense as it moved up my body. I never moved, I was completely relaxed. Mom was doing all the work and she wasn't moving. I came for what seemed like hours. I felt one spasm of ejaculation after another. It was truly a wonderful experience. 

Mom literally fell off me exhausted. We lay there for what seemed like hours. At last I felt Mom's fingernail making small circles on my chest. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She asked if I was all right with what had just happened. I said yes, most definitely. She asked if I still loved her and I replied more than ever. She said she was going to take a shower and would be back in a few minutes and if I wanted to sleep with her tonight it was fine with her. She winked at me and said she might have a little surprise for me when she came back from her shower.

She came back in the black teddy. My Dad will never know what he missed that night by pissing my Mom off.



Wednesday Nite Widows



Jackie Webster was not sure when the Wednesday Nite Widows Card Club changed their rules and she got her bare bottom warmed over Janet Masons lap. but she remembered exactly how it happened and how it felt. 

So would Janet, and Lorene Simmons . All three were approaching forty, Liz Ashton was a generation older. Krista Forbes and Mindy Carson, the newest members, had just passed thirty. Pauline Toms and Ruth Eleanor Taylor were in their mid-forties. The eight women played Euchre once a week. They drew for partners each session so there was no continually matching of good against really good players. For over a year they enjoyed a sociable game. No one was out for blood. The sessions were usually filled with as much gossip and conversation as Euchre. That was the way they liked it. That evening, Lorene made a dumb-assed play. She knew it as soon as she tossed in the left bauer and lost it. “I ought to have my ass smacked,” said Lorene.

“Yes you should,” said her partner, Janet Mason.

“Maybe we should add an incentive to the game,” said Jackie Webster. “If some one makes a dumb assed play, everybody smacks her ass.”

“Right,” said Janet Mason. “Spank her naked ass.”

“Only if that dumb assed play causes her side to lose the game,” said Lorene.

“What would you say to a night where the evening’s winners warm the bottoms of the losers?” asked Jackie.

“Sounds fair to me,” said Liz Ashton.

“We’re all younger than you,” said Mindy Carson. “Would you be embarrassed, draping your bare bottom over one of our laps?”

“I guess you all know I’m Pauline’s mother so you know where that puts me, even if I was a child bride, said Miz Liz. Hell, If you can stand the sight of it, I guess I can stand you gals laying on a few smacks. I got the same equipment as the rest of you, mine’s just a little older and probably tougher.”

“It wouldn’t bother you to let Pauline play a tune on those oversized buns?”

“I’d guess Pauline would get her jollies, making this old tail wobble and turn pink. Who knows, I might get a kick out of it too.”

I’ve always liked having my buns reddened,” said Ruth Eleanor Taylor. “This tail of mine occasionally craves a warming if I must confess the truth”

“You don’t look the type,” said Pauline. “We’ve been friends a long time and I always thought that you went to bed on the chilly side.”

“Seeing her work behind that cashier's window at the Farmer’s and Trader’s Bank, you’d think her shit didn’t smell,” said Miz Liz.

Lorene looked Ruth Eleanor over critically. You got the long legs of a race horse and the tight ass of a thoroughbred. Yeah. I wouldn’t mind draping those buns over my lap. I bet I could make some nice music on those tight cheeks.”

Ruth Eleanor smiled. “Don’t think I’m a spoil sport that can’t take my medicine.”

“Then it’s agreed,” said Janet, “the losers of the night go over the laps of the winners and get their bottoms warmed.”

“Do you mean totally bare?” asked Mindy. 

“Hell,” said Miz Liz, “otherwise it wouldn’t be any fun.”

“Or any punishment, really,” said Jackie Webster. “The bottom has to be totally exposed.”

“Right,” said Lorene. “I want to see somebody’s bouncing cheeks turn red and showing the heat.”

“Is this going to turn into an orgy?” asked Krista Foster. “This is getting exciting.”

“We aren’t kids,” said Jackie. 

“A bunch of old women getting their buns warmed,” marveled Miz Liz, “who would believe it?”

“Most of us have grown kids,” said Pauline, “Hell I’m forty-six.”

“Most of us are around that if we haven’t passed that mark,” added Lorene, “I’m way past.”

It was agreed, after much nervous laughter. The scores were to be tallied, the partners winning the fewest games would lay across the laps of the victors, present their bared bottoms to be hand spanked until it was felt that they were sufficiently warm.

“Have you ever been spanked, I mean since you were grown up? asked Jackie.

“I’ve had a hot hand put to me more than once,” said Liz. “I sort of acquired a taste for it. I missed it after my old man and me broke up.

“My husband spanked me once,” confessed Janet. “I won’t say I didn’t deserve it but I didn’t think he had the right to do that. She looked at the table and the unplayed hand she held. “Afterwards, we made love. It was the best fuck, pardon my French, we ever had. Joe died in an accident the next week. It never happened again.”

Lorene appeared unsure as to whether reveal her experience.

“Come on Lorene. Have you had your ass heated by a man?” asked Liz. “Let’s not be bashful. I mean the way this group plays cards, there won’t be any of us that escapes a hot hand for long.”

“My father,” confessed Lorene, “He bent me over his knee until I left home when I was in my twenties. He did me a lot.”

Jackie shook her head in disbelief. “That’s major. Would our doing that bring back bad memories?”

“I don’t think so.”

“So you’re game to agree to the rules.”

Lorene nodded her head, ”You won’t be swatting virgin ass, that’s for sure.” She shrugged. “What can I say? I married a man who liked to do the same thing.”

“Say Jackie,” said Liz, “You haven’t said. Has your man ever warmed your bottom?”

Jackie shook her head. “I’ve read about it. It’s never happened to me but I’ve heard some women actually climax from being spanked.”

“Hey. That's for me,” said Janet. I could use a good climax.”

“Who couldn’t?” asked Liz. “I guess ass warming is an acquired taste. It grows on you.”

“It would be an experience,” said Krista Forbes, the lone redhead in the group and also the youngest. “I’m always up for new experiences.”

“I could certainly use one,” said Janet.”

“Isn’t it a shame,” said Jackie, “six women without men and two married to men who are out of town all week.”

“When Dan comes home on Friday night, he makes up for it,” said Mindy. Carson. “Sometimes we hardly get out of bed all day Saturday.”

“You’re bragging,” said Krista. “Besides you aren’t getting any all week unless you’re sampling strange stuff.”

“I could use a little strange stuff,” said Jackie. That reminds me, my vibrator batteries are getting tired. I need to replace them.”

“If this conversation goes on much longer, I’ll be using mine tonight,” said Krista.

“I’d say we’re just a bunch of horny old bats,” said Lorene. “I’d say, lets get to it and do it.”

“Right now?” asked Mindy.

“I’m willing,” said Jackie.

“You know, at this moment you’re one of the losers along with Liz,” reminded Pauline.

“Like I said,” said Liz, “these old buns can take it. They’ve been heated before.”

“So, is it agreed?” asked Janet. 

“We’ll do it,” said Liz Ashton. “Starting tonight?” asked Mindy.

“We‘ve won two games apiece. Lorene’s boo boo made this game in doubt. It decides who spanks and who’s asses’s are made red.”

“Agreed.”

“This is exciting. I’m getting goose bumps,” said Janet.

“Let’s play cards,” said Liz Ashton.

The ladies at the two tables all appeared tense with the possible exception of Liz.

Lorene looked across the table at Janet. On the second hand, she wondered if the missed trump had been on purpose. Did she want to be the first to be the first victim warmed? She flipped her ace on the table and took the trick.

The game was decided by one point. Everyone waited for someone else to speak. Liz looked across the table to Jackie. “I suppose you know we lost.”

“Then I guess it’s up to Janet and Lorene to do the spanking,” said Jackie. She took a deep breath. I won’t be the first coward afraid to take her medicine.”

Everyone expected someone to say they had not been serious, that they would not bare their bottom to other eyes and hands. Liz stood. She wore tight dark slacks. She loosened the waist band as she looked at her partner. “Come on, Jackie, let’s give these gals the show they’ve been waiting for.”

Janet and Lorene pushed their chairs away from the table.

Jackie watched in fascination as the older woman peeled the tight pants over full hips and lush thighs. Her legs were deeply tanned. When she kicked the pants away and straightened, she revealed a dark, thick, pubic patch that contained a sprinkling of gray, wiry curls, it was apparent that she had shucked her panties with her slacks. Liz looked to Janet and Lorene. “All right. Who takes first crack at this sorry old ass?”

Jackie knew there was no turning back. She kicked off her shoes and while still seated rose enough to remove her half slip, skirt and panties from the lower half of her body. She stood to reveal a slender, younger, all together very shapely body. Her trimmed, light brown pubic patch barely disguised the slit at the base of her belly. She moved to her right and draped herself over Janet’s lap.

Liz Ashton assumed the position across Lorene’s legs. Lorene surveyed the broad expanse of the older woman‘s tanned buttocks. Certainly Liz had nothing to be ashamed of the lower body department. Lorene did not know what to do with her hands. She looked over to Janet and the smooth, round buttocks that Jackie presented, then back to the fuller, rounded mounds that were hers to punish.

“What are you waiting for,” asked Liz. “Come on, lay it on.” Lorene’s first tentative slap sounded rather weak but she could not get over the thrill of that first contact with naked, feminine flesh quivering under her hand. She looked down and found she had forgotten to lift it after the smack. She raised her hand and this time there was a louder report and the imprint of her hand remained white in the surrounding tan. The third slap made her hand tingle.

“That was a good one,” hissed Liz.”

Jackie awaited the first blow. She heard the ring of the first slaps from the other couple. She automatically clenched her buttocks in anticipation of the descending hand. She wondered how long Janet would stare at the exposed cheeks of her derriere before she delivered the first blow. She wondered why she had allowed herself to be maneuvered into this situation. She was bored. That was it. Never having been spanked, she thought it might be exciting. She wondered if this might unlock her sexuality. It had been so long since she had experienced an orgasm from other than her own hand. Was Janet going to sit there, staring at her fanny for the rest of the night?

The first blow took her totally by surprise. The sting and the heat burned her in a way she had not imagined. She was not sure how she should react when the second blow landed on the same spot and burned twice as much. She almost howled in at the third slap. She bit her lip. Be damned if she would be first to reveal discomfort. The next assaults were on the opposite cheek, then Janet began alternating smacks from one cheek to the other, sometimes slapping down, sometimes glancing blows that caught the under part where the deep crease joined the back of the inner thigh. She knew those tingling mounds were jiggling out of control and sometimes under the glancing smacks her buns parted and her little back opening was displayed to her tormentor.

She was definitely squirming now. Janet's dress had risen higher. She felt the other woman’s naked thighs under her belly. She wondered how long this ordeal would continue. Until she said the punishment was enough? Be damned if she would yell uncle before Liz. Her bottom was younger, firmer. She was determined to hold out as long as the older woman.

Pauline and Mindy stood and moved closer to where the chastisements were taking place. Mindy stared at the trim contours of Jackie’s hindquarters. She was much taken by the way a cheek quivered when slapped. She watched the haunches tighten in anticipation of the next stinging blow. The resounding slap of hand contacting punished flesh excited her in ways she wondered if she should be feeling. Naturally, she had entered many shower rooms where naked women cavorted. She had shared dressing rooms with a friend in department stores and nice dress shops. Here, the brazen display of these women‘s bottoms, presented for punishment, was erotic beyond anything in her experience.

Mindy wondered if there were a latent lesbian streak somewhere inside her. She desperately wanted a shot at slapping those rounded buns.

Krista and Ruth Eleanor stood nearer Lorene who held Liz on her lap. The older woman, Krista had to admit, appeared far younger in the middle and lower part of her body than her face suggested. Her ass was truly a solid sculpture of female flesh. The rounded globes moved and shook with each slap but there was no soft, excess fat there. The reverberating sounds had a ring of solid meat absorbing punishment. “Are you going to pass them around?” asked Krista. 

Janet looked up. Her hand stung from the repeated blows to her friends ass. She was more aroused that she cared to admit. How much, she wondered, was enough. “Sure. Be my guest.”

“Is that fair? Is this the way it’s going to be?” asked Jackie. She stood and rubbed her abused bottom. She was sure it must be glowing. 

“I think that’s fair,“ said Mindy who took Janet's seat. She pulled up her dress to expose bare thighs and guided a subdued Jackie over them. Her hands caressed the rounded contours and was amazed at how warm the other woman’s flesh felt.

Janet watched Mindy and wondered why she had not explored the smooth expanse more fully when she had the opportunity. Jackie, with her flaming butt, was seemingly unaware of Mind’s exploration of her bottom curves. Janet was surprised at how wet she had become between her legs, surprised at how carried away she had gotten during the spanking. Mindy delivered her first blow. The sound of her own hand seemed louder than when Janet was giving the punishment. She was surprised by how her fingers seemed to be absorbed into the firm flesh. She raised her arm and delivered an openhanded blow. She extended her arm and brought the hand back swiftly, coming in almost horizontal to the thighs. She attacked the lower nates in glancing slaps that made them part and for a split second revealed and parted the secrets lips tucked between the thighs. She was aware of Janet behind her. She wondered if Jackie were aware that her most secret parts were momentarily revealed in such a manner.

Janet swore Jackie’s legs parted marginally and did not return to their former position. A gleaming, pink slit, between Jackie’s legs, clearly revealed a woman lubricating. Jackie was becoming excited from the punishment. She remembered the squirming and the abrasion of Jackie’s pubic hair on her thigh. Janet had not been so excited in months.

When Liz settled over Krista’s lap, Krista was a bit in awe of the older woman. She felt the crinkly pussy hair brush her thigh. She hesitated to deliver the first slap. She wondered if Liz was not older than her mother. Should she be staring at her mother, half naked like this? Should she raise her hand to her in punishment? 

“Come on honey, I’m cooling off,” said Liz. “Give this old ass what it needs.”

“I think you’re looking forward to more of this,” laughed Krista.”

“Of course,” retorted Liz. “Aren’t you?”

“It seems so... so nasty.”

“Of course it does. Every good feeling is nasty. Lay it on and make me happy.”

Somehow Krista had Liz‘s waist tucked under her left elbow and Liz was situated so that instead of lying across Krista’s lap, she straddled one thigh and Krista felt her moist crease rubbing there. Krista delivered her first blow then another and another.

Ruth Eleanor watched Krista deliver slap after ringing slap to the older woman’s reddening bottom. Liz made no pretense of hiding the gyrations on her punisher’s thigh. She was definitely riding that slickened thigh. Krista was aware of it and delivered blow after punishing blow. Some of those stinging slaps were delivered very close to, if not between, the parted thighs. Lorene was aware of those contacts because it was a mushy, wet sound instead of the ringing slap on bare flesh. Liz made no complaint of the errant blows, her squirming often moved her hairy core to where the next slap would be delivered. 

Liz moaned.

“Should I stop,” asked Krista.

”Don’t you dare.”

Mindy saw the exchange between Krista and Liz. She wondered if she should spank Jackie there. What it would feel like touching a woman in that place if only for the duration a slap? Jackie’s juices were smearing her thigh. the woman was totally aroused. Should she help her? Christ almighty! She was helping her. With every smack she was bringing her closer to orgasm. Why else would she endure the pain and humiliation? Tentatively, Mindy smacked her deeper into the squirming woman’s slick crevice.

Jackie moaned.

Mindy swore those smooth, taut thighs parted further. She knew Janet stood behind her, watching her every move. Did she dare? She delivered a slap a bit nearer to center. 

Jackie moaned.

Janet whispered huskily in Mindy’s ear. “Do her there. Make her come.”

Mindy nodded. Her hand moved between the parted legs. She delivered a continuing series of stinging, little slaps to the puffy, hairy lips of the writhing woman. 

In spite of herself, Jackie emitted a low growl of triumph, then lay quite still on Mindy’s lap. Mindy sat, staring at the reddened buttocks draped over her thighs. Her hand rested on a smooth, quivering thigh, not far from the exhausted woman’s core. Mindy, fingers slickened from the other woman’s juices, breathed deeply as the word, perverted echoed in her brain. She realized that she had achieved a sort of mini climax herself which was more that her absent husband had given her recently.

Lorene, watching Krista apply her hand to Liz’s generous ass, had turned in time to see Mindy finish off Jackie and wished that she could change places with the writhing young woman. Then Liz began threshing motions of her own. There was no doubting that she had achieved a fantastic climax. After a few moments rest, Liz got to her feet and bent to kiss Krista’s cheek. “You done good, Honey. You swing a hot hand. I hope I can return the compliment.”

“You probably will. I’m a lousy card player.”

Liz slipped into her slacks. “I’ll be sitting gingerly for a while.”

“You’re pink down there, that’s for sure,” said Lorene.

“No pain, no gain, is what they say.” Liz smiled sweetly. “Anyway. That was what I really craved to get my rocks off.”

“I thought that was what men do, get their rocks off,” laughed Janet.”

“We all need to get our rocks off once in a while,” said Liz, “Even an old babe like me likes her tingling twat twaddled.”

“I love when you talk dirty,” said Mindy. ”Maybe,” she lowered her eyes, “next time I can spank you or maybe you can do me.”

“The pleasure will be mine either way,” said Liz.

Jackie’s climax had drained her. When she slipped off Mindy’s lap she had trouble keeping her knees under her. Her bottom was on fire. She struggled back into her clothes. Janet helped steady her while she stepped into her her skirt. She stuffed her panties into her purse. She shook her head wistfully. I can’t believe I let you girls talk me into this. I really can’t.”

“You had a great come,” said Janet. “Mindy really laid it on you.”

“You watched it all?”

“It made my pussy cream. I got almost as wet as you.”

Jackie blushed. “Was I that obvious?”

Janet nodded. “Your juice is still drying on my leg.”

“Jesus.”

“I was envious.”

Jackie nodded. “You’ll get yours next time.”

“I’d like being across your lap.”

“Soon,” promised Jackie.

As they were leaving, Jackie went up to Mindy and kissed her on the cheek. She whispered in her ear, “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For taking me over the edge. I couldn’t have made it without your help.”

Mindy blushed. She looked around to see if anyone were listening. “I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid you might accuse me of being weird or something. 

“I can’t describe the feeling.”