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Atonement

By: NCmVoyeur



Beth watched the kids get onto the bus. Happily, this year they were at the same school, which made the morning routine easier. Bill, her husband, was out of town on business. That meant getting the incorrigible darlings up and moving on her own, but she made it to the bus stop a with full minute to spare. Max and Megan, ages 8 and 6. Two precious bundles of energy and imagination. She had just turned 30 when Max arrived. What a present! Megan had followed shortly. Time was flying by. She tried hard to deny that she was on the short side of 40. Beth strolled back towards the house, waving hello to a few of the neighbors who were out on the same mission. 

She entered their home, one of many indistinguishable two-story transitional style houses on the block. Immediately her sense of unease returned. Her husband had been strangely agitated the past few days. She hadn't given it that much thought: the usual need to tend to the kids had as usual restricted their private time to a quick discourse at day's end. Then, last night, after Bill had left on his flight came the call from Mark, Bill's boss. It seemed odd for him to call, knowing, she assumed, that Mark was aware of Bill's travel schedule. His tone was rather matter of fact, with a slight urgent edge. Curiously, he didn't ask for Bill. "Something I need to talk to you about," he said, not elaborating. "It's about Bill and I need for you to come meet with me tomorrow morning at ten." With that he bid her well and ended the call.

She walked upstairs, tidying up along the way as was her habit. She entered the master bedroom. The sweatsuit that was her de rigueur morning-wear she tossed on the loose pile of clothes in the corner of the closet. She stepped out of her panties; then released her bra. Even the loose sweatsuit didn't make her comfortable enough to venture out without strapping the bra on. Not that her bust line was anything larger than average: she just felt 'exposed' without it, as if the whole neighborhood knew.

She hoped the long warm shower would ease her anxiety. It didn't. She looked at the clocked, realizing she would have to hurry to make the trip downtown by ten. Opening her lingerie drawer, she grabbed the first bra and panty set she found. She wished it were still summertime, so she could get by going to Bill's office without pantyhose. The office of McBracken & Smith. An old blue-blood financial services firm. Unfortunately, with the stodgy pedigree came an equally stodgy dress code. She always felt out of place showing up in casual clothes. She sat and tugged up on the hose. A quick trip back to the closet yielded the familiar white blouse, navy skirt and pumps. She ran a quick brush through her shoulder length brown hair, pinning it back with a comb. She looked again at the clock. The minimal amount of make-up she preferred would have to be done on the way.

Beth hopped into their vintage Volvo. She pulled onto the freeway, heading east towards downtown. The sun was well up over the horizon, though lower in the sky these days as the autumnal equinox approached. There were a few light clouds and one dark heavy one just below the sun. It dispersed the sun's light in rays towards the horizon: beautiful and ominous, she thought. She was relieved to see the morning rush hour had eased, allowing her a relatively steady trip downtown. It also gave her the chance to retrieve a few items of makeup from the glove compartment, having to first maneuver past a pair of her son's hastily stashed soccer socks. With a few deft strokes, the task was done. Practice makes perfect, she thought.

The downtown towers loomed as she pulled off the freeway. Fortunately, Bill had been with the firm long enough to have acquired the perk of an additional electronic gate pass to the subterranean parking deck. She checked the clock. 9:50. Will just barely make it. The ascension to the 26th floor seemed eternal, as the anxiety began to swell. This was extremely odd, she thought, to be called in while Bill was away. And why floor 26? The last she recalled Mark's office was on 24, along with Bill's. Maybe the firm had expanded upward and Bill hadn't told her. Hardly a surprise--the merger a few years earlier she discovered by reading the paper. "I was going to mention it," he lamely apologized. Sweet and lovable, she thought of Bill, but stoic and distracted to a fault.

The elevator door opened. To her surprise, Mark was there. He seemed--what was it?--pleased or relieved at her punctuality. He smiled and ushered her down the hall. Odd, she noticed, there was no office directory on the wall as usual. She looked around. The entire floor seemed to be in the process of up fitting and renovation. There was no one else in sight anywhere. Mark said little as he guided her to an unmarked office door far down one corridor. He unlocked it with a key. She noticed that it was not on his regular key ring; just a solo key on a ring. Mark opened the door, flipped on a light switch. The room was sparsely furnished; not appearing like a working office at all. There was a desk, as she expected, a large sofa along the right wall, a few artificial plants. Missing were the personal effects, the photos, the knickknacks that dot the typical office.

Mark offered her a seat in an arm chair located in front of the desk. It had a low back, with padded arms, and a nice comfy feel. He walked behind and sat in the large, high-backed armchair. Faux leather it appeared. Beth eyed him carefully, wondering what this was all about. Mark was dressed in his usual prim, button-down attire. Brooks Brothers. Silk power tie. He was just over six feet, medium frame. Athletic, but not jockish. His 45 years wore lightly on him, just a wisp of grey at the temples. Beth found him handsome; or at least she might have done so, had she allowed herself to focus for more than a moment on the physical attributes of her husband's boss. Beth noted his usual clean-shaven image was dotted with a hint of stubble. His eyes looked tired. Beth knew his divorce the past year had been hard on him. The woman seemed wrong for him, Beth recalled. Heck, she seemed wrong for anyone. Mark, she knew, had always succeeded in everything he touched. She guessed the divorce was a failure not easily digested for him.

She tried making pleasant chitchat, but the aura of seriousness quieted her. Mark reached into a drawer and pulled out a file. "Beth, I was reviewing some of Bill's client accounts last week. Normally, this is just routine and boring, just a quality check we managers are required to conduct." He paused, eyes looking over a piece of paper he held. "But this time, it seems there were some wire transfers of funds which were misapplied." Beth listened, her unease rising with each sentence. "I'm sure it was just a typing error or something," she quickly responded. "You're not saying Bill purposely did anything wrong, are you?" He paused. She saw his eyes, intense and blue, lock on her face, then drift to her hairline, around and back down, as if he was suddenly her hairstylist. "I've known Bill for years now; he's been a valued employee. All I know is that I detected the error myself. I tracked Bill's computer log several days later. It seems he went back to these same accounts for some purpose. No doubt he was confused that reversing entries had already been made. Perhaps, he was trying to cover his tracks; perhaps he was just going to correct his 'error'". Beth noticed Mark hang on that word, leaving ambiguous whether the error was intentional or not. "Perhaps he was just checking the transactions himself. I don't know. This type of error is supposed to be reported to the client and to company auditors. It would be highly damaging to Bill's career to be noted as the source." 

Beth swallowed hard. Her hands suddenly went cold. "So, Bill isn't aware what you know? Why are you telling me this?"

Mark's gazed focused intently on her again. Beth found the stare unnerving. "Like I said Beth, I've worked with Bill for several years now. I don't relish the thought of confronting him with this. He's at that age when it's hard to establish yourself with another firm. And most of his portfolio is institutional clients; long-standing firm clients. Not ones he could take with him if he struck out on his own." Mark paused, as if measuring his next words. "But, it doesn't seem proper just to overlook this. Not that I want to see Bill punished, but perhaps some type of atonement could be made."

Atonement? The term struck Beth as rather curious. It sounded like something out of her old Sunday school lessons. The image of a burning a calf flashed through her mind.

"What do you mean? I'm sure Bill will be more than willing to apologize to you." Beth hated the idea of Bill having to do anything; just the perception that he had done something to warrant giving an apology would hit him hard. 

Beth noted that intense gaze again. Almost penetrating; as if Mark were reading her thoughts. "I was hoping, Beth, not to have to make him do that. Bill would take that so personally." Beth gulped, the coincidence giving credence to her mind-reading thought. Mark continued. "I was hoping that perhaps . . . my talking to you could resolve the problem." Beth's mind wondered aloud, "Resolve? What's to resolve?" 

Mark smiled. The change in his mood was abrupt, taking Beth by surprise. "I've always admired your support for Bill. He often mentions how he couldn't do it without you." Mark's smile softened, his eyes looking at Beth, intently, almost longingly. "You really didn't need to dress up to come here today."

Beth was happy for the apparent change of topic. "Oh, this?" she laughed nervously. "I threw it on at the last second." Mark continued. "Yes, not quite the rather attractive black dress you had at the last office dinner-dance, but very nice nonetheless." Beth sensed Mark's eyes drift over her.

She recalled that dinner. Typical corporate bash. Much self-congratulatory praise by the big muckety-mucks. The food was passable; the speeches droning. The music, however, was fun. Bill had wandered off and was engrossed in a talk at the bar with a group of 3 other men. Probably re-living the last golf match shot-by-shot, she had mused. Mark was alone that night; the separation having been in effect for about 4 months. His normally reserved self was supplanted with a more outgoing style which Beth attributed to one-too-many scotch and waters. Her table was empty at one point; she didn't mind, the band was rather good. Mark came up, cracked a joke, invited her to dance. He was a passable dancer. The tempo was moderate. Old Motown number. But then they switched to a slow tempo. Beth considered excusing herself, but Mark already had her hand in his. Not wanting to embarrass either of them, she relented. They talked, but the tone in his voice was somber. Obviously, the loneliness was building in him. Mark drew closer; Beth tried to keep a proper distance but couldn't maneuver fast enough. Oh well, she thought, it's not like he's an ogre. Hardly, she smiled to herself.

"That's a beautiful dress," he said, half whispering. Beth was tickled. Ah . . . scotch, she laughed to herself. The dress was not nearly as flashy as some in the room, but she thought she looked good in it. But hearing it from her husband's boss was . . . she thought a bit . . . flattering. Hey, it can't hurt for the boss to like you, she figured. The song ended. Mark paused a moment longer than necessary. He pulled her into a subtle embrace, which she returned. Was that reflex or something more, she wondered deep inside. She turned around to see Bill back at her table, watching. She hadn't ever danced with Mark that way. "Ah, no big deal," she thought wryly, "a bit of jealousy won't kill him." 

Mark's voice brought her attention back. "I thought how nice it would have been that night to watch you closer in that dress," Closer? Beth wondered to herself. You were right next to me. "Please stand up," he added. Beth paused. She thought for a second he was going to end the meeting.

Mark got up, walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Turn around, Beth. Slowly." She froze; a flash of confusion coming over her. "What?" she exclaimed, as if she had not heard him correctly. Mark looked at her. "Please stand. And turn around, in a circle." Beth looked at him incredulously. She sighed. "OK," she muttered, still puzzled. She stood and turned, conscious that Mark's gaze was no freely moving up and down over her.

She felt suddenly self-conscious. "Mark, I know Bill will take care of things; it was just a simple mistake." She weighted the options. If she left, could she, should she explain this to Bill? The memory of his expression at that dinner/dance came back to her. How would she explain being alone with Mark in some empty part of the building? No one else in the office had seen her coming or going. To leave and accuse Mark of-- what-harassment? Too scandalous. She wanted to leave, but worried about his reaction. What if Bill really did mess up? she thought.

"What sort of material is that?" he asked. She continued in her confusion, but grasped her skirt instinctively. "Mostly cotton," she replied. "I still like to think it's summer."

"Summer is nice," Mark chimed in. "Do you go to the beach much?"

"On occasion," she replied.

Marked looked at her "A pity we're not there now: I wouldn't mind seeing you in a suit." Beth tried to laugh it off as a joke, but she was very nervous now. "I'm sure you'd find better things at the beach to look at." But Mark persisted. "Not likely any that I'm as . . . curious about."

If this is a come-on, Beth thought, it's unusual. Mark looked down to the hemline of her below-the-knee skirt. He touched it lightly. Then sat back "Hold your skirt, Beth," he said firmly. Beth was apprehensive. "Mark, I don't understand . . " He quickly cut her off. "Just . . do it." His look was half-demand, half request. Mark then softened a bit, as if not wanting to scare her.

"Please," he added. Beth reached down near the bottom. It was hard to stand that way, partly bent over. As she stood, the hemline raised up. Mark watched her with eager curiosity. 

"Mark, really . . ." Beth protested. His reply seemed thought out already.

"If you think about it, Beth, this isn't even half what I'd see at the beach." She contemplated the odd logic of his remark. 

"Now lift it . . . slowly."

He was right in one respect, she thought. This would seem less improper at the beach. She thought of Bill; her mind flooded with conflicting thoughts and images. Now was not the time for Bill to be looking for a new job, if that's what Mark was implying. Beth pulled on the skirt, lifting it to mid-thigh. She prayed silently that this was just a tease, and that Mark would come to his senses. Mark focused on her exposed calves, asking her again to turn, which she did this time without verbal protest.

Beth felt flushed and nervous. It unnerved her to be looked at this way. Men could be so ridiculously visual. Granted, years ago when single, she secretly enjoyed the attention. But after she passed 30 and bore the kids, she put out of mind the idea that her legs would be the objects of such scrutiny. Not so! She hoped that legs were all that was on Mark's mind.

"Higher." Beth's hope of early reprieve was dashed. She wished she'd picked her pantyhose with greater care; the pair she had donned were not her newest, and the thought of the dreaded run crossed her mind. And she was aware that any higher and her panty line was in danger of view. An aura of surrealism was taking hold. Beth complied, holding the skirt up to just below waist level. Her mind wanted to say "If it's my legs sorry legs you wanna see, Mark, here they are." Her verbal reply was less sarcastic. "Better?"

Not the beach at all, she thought, as she squirmed under his gaze. She felt more naked covered in hose than she would bare-legged on the beach. That thought still puzzled her. 

"Undo the hook." Her fears that this was no simple game increased. She sought to rationalize the situation, trying to find a way to make it less threatening. The thought of Mark seeing in her in hose didn't grab her. Though, then again, it wasn't exactly a first. 

She was at a Christmas party (the polite term then and since was "Holiday Party", but she preferred the traditional term) back when she and Bill were childless. Life was simpler then, and the social life more of an occasion to let loose. The party was for the employees of the health care management firm for which she did part-time accounting work. A fun bunch they were. Rarely let your glass go empty. Beth had retired to the restroom to ease the flow of rum punch, which had been considerable. She was trying to maneuver her glass (why did she take that in?) and adjust her blouse at the same time. When she returned, she proceeded to join the group she had left. The barely repressed smiles on their faces and interchanged glances didn't clue her in soon enough. She turned eventually to see a group of men standing behind her, eyes focused at her waistline. Then did she first note the bottom back of her skirt tucked neatly into the skirt waistband together with her blouse. Full moon (well, sorta). It took forever, but eventually the 'butt' jokes ran their course. She put it all out of her mind--or at least she thought . On the drive home, with her hand resting in Bill's lap, she began to wonder if any of the men who were behind would go home than night and think of her ass. She blushed secretly. Ah . . . rum, she mused.

What the heck, she thought. Not worth risking Bill's job over. She undid the hook on the skirt. The next command was hardly a surprise. "Now the zipper." Within moments, Beth found herself standing in front of Mark, her skirt to the side of her on the floor. Fortunately, the blouse hung down in front enough to cover the more critical areas.

"Now turn around." Beth wanted more than anything to reach back and adjust her panties. She could feel that there was more "cheek" exposed under her hose than she would prefer. But she complied. Mark stopped her (no!) halfway around. "Lift your blouse, Beth, above your hose."
 Geez, she thought. It had been 13 years, still early in their marriage, since Bill had "checked her out" like this. Undressing had become, well, just undressing. It had long lost its eroticism. She and Bill when dating had once done a 'mock' striptease. Even then it was more tongue-in-cheek, more joking than not. Nothing this . . intense! Beth could feel Mark's eyes on her hips and buttocks as she lifted her blouse. 

After what seemed an eternity, he asked her to turn and face him. Still holding her blouse, she knew by the look in his eyes what lay ahead. She already had her fingers by the lowest button. For once, he didn't have to speak the words. She undid it. Then looked at him. A faint nod of approval. Another button. Mark's chest did a heave, a long breath escaping his lips. She slowed as she got to her tummy. The strip she did for Bill was when she was 24. Not 38! The curved tummy that resulted from carrying her two darlings inside hadn't quite ever gone away. At 5'7" and 140 pounds, she could still wear a two-piece suit, but only one cut very high. That 'toned' figure of her 20's seemed distant memory.

As she proceeded higher, Beth realized her crotch was also now becoming exposed. She worried about the 'bikini line.' Summer was over. She had last taken care of that in mid-August, before the last beach outing. Uggh! She refrained from looking, but was sure a few stray hairs were peeking out. Nature certainly had endowed her with an ample supply of them. She was sure Mark could see the dark shadow they produced through her white cotton panties.

"Mark," she pleaded. He sat intently on the sofa. Silent at first. "No one will know Beth. I mean you no harm." Her intuition confirmed his remark. The lab specimen feeling he was giving her didn't thrill her, but if he had meant to throw himself on her and subdue her, the chance had been there all along.


Atonement



It all started when I called him “Stubby” and things just went downhill from there.

I met Damian the summer that I turned fourteen and we became fast friends. We were closer than siblings for a couple years under the innocuous label of “best friends” before we finally admitted our feelings for each other and began dating. I have to admit that we were, and are, a striking couple, almost a study in opposites. He is tall; I am short, at least compared to him. His skin is darkly tanned, mine is very pale. His hair is dark, mine is blond. We both have blue eyes. Anyways, after several years of ups and downs, and the certain love between us, we found ourselves happily married, and yes, proud parents. Of course that’s the condensed version, but I’ll leave those tales for another day. 

I was so excited when our friends called to invite us to an impromptu dinner party. We live in a very small town and although we have many friends, we don’t socialize that much, so the prospect held a certain appeal for me. We packed up the kids and headed over to Anna’s house, anticipating the good company. Her house was crowded, mostly with people we knew, although there was a couple there that we hadn’t met. The kids were playing happily in the game room, and we were downstairs in the living room when it happened. 

Anna’s Yorkshire terrier stole a piece of chicken right off of the dining room table. Everyone was laughing as we watched him gulp the food down with such obvious greed. Damian commented on how funny his stubby little tail looked wiggling back and forth as he chewed. My only defense is that I had a little too much wine and was feeling a little too carefree. I grinned and then went in for the kill.

“You’re one to talk about being ‘stubby’, Damian.”

His head jerked up and blue eyes locked with mine as our friends erupted in laughter. My face felt hot as I met that hard stare; there was no mistaking the warning. I pasted an innocent smile on my lips and proceeded to make things even worse for myself.

“Oh come on, don’t be mad honey. You know I love the little fella.”

My sly glance at his groin made it quite apparent that the little fella I referred to was not Anna’s spoiled pup. His jaw clenched tightly and I know I must have pasted an ‘oh shit’ expression on my face because the laughter died off pretty quickly. After several tense moments of silence, Damian took pity on everyone and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened. I was only too aware that he would not shrug the matter off as easily as he appeared to.

For some reason, the evening seemed to fly by, probably because I knew that I was in for it when we got home. I plied myself with drinks, hoping to firm my courage or pass out; either would have suited me just fine. Unfortunately, Damian must have caught wind of my intentions, because he cut off my drinks a short time later. I couldn’t insist on more alcohol without looking like a complete ass so I just kept my mouth shut. 

Again, I have to blame the alcohol, because there is no way I would have decided on my next course of action had I been in my right frame of mind. I guess I figured that if I was going to be in trouble, I may as well jump in with both feet. I spent the rest of the night flirting shamelessly. As I engaged in suggestive banter I watched Damian’s eyes grow colder and colder as they rested on me. He hates it, and I mean hates it when I act like that. Not that he’s an overly jealous kind of guy, he’s not. He knows that I’m his and his only. He just doesn’t like it when I don’t act like a lady in public. When it’s just he and I, well that’s another matter entirely, but when we are with our friends, I am supposed to be a good little girl. I was decidedly bad that night. Before I knew it were saying our goodbyes and strapping our tired kids in the car.

The ride home was completely silent. Damian didn’t even turn on the radio. I would have welcomed some tunes, even at full blast the way he likes to listen to it, if it would just ease the tension between us. No such luck. I proceeded to ‘fall asleep’ on the short drive. Maybe if I was sleeping he would just let me off the hook.

We pulled into the driveway and Damian shut off the car. I remained as still as I could, breathing evenly.

“I know you’re not asleep, Marie. Get the kids into bed, and then get your ass to our bedroom.” His voice was firm and very quiet. It was even more terrifying than if he had screamed at me.

I sat up, abandoning my ploy, and wisely so. I think that was probably my only good decision the whole night. He slammed the car door shut and headed into the house as I got the kids out of the car and took them to their room. I’ll admit, I took longer than usual tucking them into bed, and read them an extra bedtime story. I heard him rattling around in the kitchen, fixing himself a drink, but the house was dark when I finally sneaked down the hallway to our bedroom.

I didn’t see a single sign of Damian, but I knew better than be relieved. If he wasn’t in bed asleep that meant that he was only preparing for what lay ahead for both of us. I didn’t bother turning on the light, just perched lightly on the edge of our bed, dread encompassing me like a little girl waiting outside the principal’s office. I folded my hands in my lap, clenching them tightly as I awaited my husband’s wrath.

Lights blazed on, momentarily blinding me. I blinked, then quickly turned my attention to my lap when I saw my naked and very angry husband. He stalked toward me and grabbed my hair ruthlessly, yanking me from the bed. I squealed in pain as I stumbled to my knees, kneeling at his feet. He twisted his fist cruelly in my hair and jerked my head back, forcing me to look at him. I could see hurt and anger in his face, and just a hint of smug superiority. Oh yes, he knew what this position did to me, how it makes me feel so inferior and emphasizes my submission to him.

“What were you thinking? Hm?”

I remained silent, my eyes stinging from the sharp pain at my scalp. I knew what would come next, and I dreaded it most of all. His disappointment.

“How could you, Marie? You shamed me tonight. In front of our friends. You disobeyed me, you insulted me, and you hurt me.” His voice was low, and completely sincere. I felt my eyes tearing up, ashamed at myself. I tired to glance away from his accusing stare, but he stopped me. “No, look at me. Do you really think that lowly of me? Do you really respect our wedding vows, our love, so little?”

I shook my head, biting my lips to keep from sobbing. It was part of my punishment, hearing what I had done to him, and it killed me to know that I had betrayed him. He is my life, my breath. If I could have taken it all back right then, I would have.

“I am your Master and your husband. You are mine. Mine. Your actions tonight were unacceptable. What do you have to say for yourself?”

I stared up at him, forcing myself to look him in the eye as I laid my heart bare to him. “I’m so sorry. I know that I insulted you. And I know that I disobeyed you. I wasn’t thinking. I love you so much, and I’m ashamed that my actions tonight did not show that. I’m so sorry…”

His looked at me tenderly for a moment, then bent down and kissed my forehead. “I know you are. And I forgive you. But I have to punish you for this, Marie.”

I nodded my head, knowing that this would be the last display of tenderness for quite a while. His features hardened, a mask of strict command settling easily upon him. His hand jerked me forward, forcing to rise partway on my knees.

“So, you think I have a little cock? I think the word you used was stubby.”

My eyes were level with his erection, the hard length of him anything but small. In fact, well endowed would be an understatement in his case. He urged me forward, the engorged head of his cock pressing against my lips.

“Suck.”

I opened my mouth and slid the tip between my lips, my tongue flicking lightly over his skin. Slowly, I engulfed him with my mouth, sucking his cock eagerly. He tasted so good, and I moaned against his pelvis, my tongue caressing him hungrily. My hands slid to his hips, bracing myself as I began a steady rhythm, bobbing my head as the rigid length pumped within the slick recesses of my mouth.

“I said suck, not tease, you fucking slut.”

He grabbed my head with both hands, spearing his cock deep into my throat and holding it there.  I gagged, struggling to pull back, my nose buried in the thatch of his coarse hair. I pushed his thighs with my hands, but his hands held me firmly as I gagged again, my eyes watering profusely. I couldn’t breathe. I panicked, fighting him hard, and finally he released my head, allowing me to break free of him. I gasped for air, tears streaming down my cheeks. My face was red, and I looked up at him pitifully. 

He gripped his cock in one hand and positioned it at my mouth again, obviously waiting for me to continue. I leaned forward and licked him, my tongue rough against the satiny smoothness of his erection. He moaned softly, and rested his hands on my shoulders as I bathed his cock in kisses, then moved lower. I lifted one hand to caress him, my hand slipping around his saliva coated length. My mouth quested lower still, licking his balls, and sucking them lightly. His hips jerked reflexively, fucking into my palm as I fitted my mouth around the solid heaviness of his balls. 

My pussy began throbbing fiercely; I could feel the wetness pooling at the juncture of my thighs. His reaction enflamed me, making me pump my fist hard around him, my mouth working around his balls with a desperation born of raw need. I moaned, the vibrations from my voice thrumming against him and I heard his own choked groan. Suddenly his thighs tightened, and he grabbed my wrist, stilling my hand.

“Too close…” he ground out, his teeth clenched. 

I looked up at him, my breath heavy and ragged, my body screaming for his touch. He must have seen the need in my eyes, because he smiled, a mocking grin that chilled me. He laced his fingers with mine and helped me to my feet, forcing me backward to the bed before I could even regain my balance. He grabbed my expensive blouse and yanked, the buttons popping off and fabric tearing. His dark head bent to my neck, kissing, then sucking hard, marking me. His mark on my throat. 

I shivered as I felt him tearing off my bra, then his mouth moved lower, licking and biting sharply. I yelped and squirmed beneath him, a little frightened of what had been unleashed. His hand slid beneath my skirt and his fingers found the scrap of fabric that shielded me from him. He tore it away brutally, and stuffed it in my mouth, cutting off my whimpering cries.

He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them slightly as they beaded in his hands. He grinned at me, a malignant grin that thrilled me nonetheless. I whimpered, the sound barely audible around the damp material of my panties, my eyes wide and startled. In an instant he had me flipped over the side of the bed, my skirt riding up to my hips.

“This is for calling me stubby.” 

His hand came crashing down against my ass with a loud slap. It stung horribly. I squirmed and tried to cover my ass with my hands. He wrestled my wrists into one hand and held me firmly in place. It was humiliating that my strength amounted to so little against him.

“And this is for flirting like a goddamn whore.”

His palm slammed against my bottom again, wringing a shriek from me.  My skin felt heated and I knew that it would bear bruises in the morning. His hand lifted again and I cringed, helpless to protect myself from the blow. He laughed, and teased me mercilessly, prolonging the anticipation by faking a movement, waiting, pretending again. He caught me totally unaware with his next sharp slap and I screamed around my makeshift gag.

“And this…” SMACK!

“…is just because…” SMACK!

“…I like to hear you scream.”

His hand rained down on me over and over, hitting the exact same spot each time. The pain seemed unbearable and I screamed and sobbed into the mattress. My ass was blood red and bore the imprint of his hand many times over. I fought and squirmed and kicked and still the blows came until I could do nothing but lay bawling like an infant beneath the hard slaps.

Finally, the blows ceased and he caressed my sore ass softly. My bottom was hyper sensitive and I trembled beneath his palm. He bent down and brushed the hair from my eyes, whispering softly to me, “You scream so pretty, Marie.”

He flipped me over to my back, his mouth demanding as it slid to one taut nipple. He suckled hard, and I arched upward, pressing my breast harder against his mouth. He nipped lightly and then pulled away, parting my thighs. I was throbbing, my pussy slick with moisture. He kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth possessively. 

I moaned into his mouth, my tongue stroking his with a desperate fervor. His cock was pressed between my legs and I rubbed my pussy along its length, smearing my wetness over him. He gripped my hips in his hands and rose to his knees, spearing my pussy deeply with one hard thrust. His cock filled me, almost painfully. He jerked his hips back and then slammed into me again, making me cry out.

I lifted my hips to him, meeting him as he began pistoning in and out of my dripping pussy. His heavy balls slapped against me and he grunted with every forceful thrust. I bucked beneath him, my pussy gripping him tightly, wanting him deeper, harder. He met my demands and redoubled them, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me. I felt a tightness within me, coiling deep inside, and then he thrust his hand between us, his fingers seeking out my throbbing clit. He rubbed it roughly and I stiffened, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock. He rammed into me harder and I felt the tension inside me reach the breaking point. 

I screamed as came around him, my pussy contracting. My orgasm tore through me mercilessly, making my thighs tremble with the force of it. My pussy was flooded with pleasure and still he thrust into me, his cock urging me even higher with his relentless rhythm. I sobbed as the unbearable ecstasy continued, and then I heard his low groan. He rammed his cock into me once, twice, and I screamed as I came even harder around him, my pussy milking him as I felt the hot streams of his cum inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me, panting wildly. Gradually his breathing slowed and gentled, and he looked at me with a concerned expression.

“You okay?”

I nodded, still sobbing and he picked me up, knowing instinctively what I needed. He pulled the panties from my mouth and threw them to the floor, cradling me in his arms. He held me close and stroked my hair softly, whispering how much he loved me and his tenderness made me cry all the harder. I buried my face against his chest and sobbed as if my heart would break, crying for my mistake, crying for my pain, crying for love of him. When the tears subsided I found my voice.

“I love you.” 

My face was red and blotchy and streaked with tears and saliva. My hair was a mess. My makeup was ruined. My voice sounded like a frog and I was totally disheveled, and do you know what he said to me?

He said, “I love you too. I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.”

I smiled at him, knowing my atonement had been made. 



Atonement



"Look at the size of this baby." Joe's fist tapped against the rough bark of the tree. He propped an elbow against its solid trunk and looked around at the growing forest.

"Yes, it's a big tree." Britney, a full figured blonde who had hiked down the path with him agreed in a bored voice. "Just one more thing the developer will have to deal with when clearing the lot."

"Oh, no. You don't want to knock this baby down." Joe ran an affectionate hand along its bark.

He stepped away from the tree and looked back down the path they had just walked. "It provides great screening from the highway. It helps cut down on the traffic noise and such. Now that little crap over there could just be bulldozed under, but not this one."

"So you like this tree, huh?" Britney asked her tone turning seductive. She walked over to the tree and leaned her back against it. She pressed her shoulders into it and arched her back. Her fingers moved to the opening of her shirt and she played with the top button that sat low between her ample curves. She spread her legs apart and wiggled her hips suggestively. 

"It's looking better ever minute," Joe answered, his eyes feasting on her hands willing them to open that button she was toying with.

Britney smiled and let the button slide out of the buttonhole. Her shirt gaped open enough to display the red lace edge of her bra. Joe licked his lips and moved in quickly. He put his hands on the tree on either side of her head and pressed his already solid erection against her hips, pinning her to the tree. His hand felt a warm rumbling in the bark and Joe thought it must have been echoing the lusty pounding of his wife's blood. He lowered his head to the side of hers.

"You know we've never done it outside," he whispered into her ear, lightly kissing the side of her neck.

She tilted her head to the side giving him access to her perfectly tanned skin. "So does this mean that you're coming," her lips purred over that word, "around to my point of view on what to do with this land?"

"Let's save that discussion for later, okay?" Joe answered as his hand traced down her neck into the sweet valley between her breasts. His fingers slid inside her shirt and fanned over the breast contained in soft lace. His hand settled around the firm mound and lifted and squeezed as his thumb brushed across the hardening nipple.

Britney leaned forward pressing her breast firmly into his grip and moaning softly as he thumb teased the sensitive tip. She let her teeth graze his ear before replying, "That's what you always say. We need to make a decision soon before your brother gets his way and this area is turned over to the state for a park."

"Not now." He slid his hand out of her shirt and down to her waist, then dipped them inside the top of her shorts and skimmed them across the smooth flat skin of her belly. "I've got better things on my mind."

She gave him a quick shove and ducked away from him. She moved quickly to the other side of the path. "Then maybe I need to keep my distance from you, so you can focus."

Joe collapsed against the tree with a heavy frustrated sigh. "Come on, honey. Let's not do this now. Can't we just have a little fun and not think about the future?"

"No, because this is our future and you're throwing away a golden opportunity."

"He's my family. You don't just stab your brother in the back for handful of dollars."

"I'm your family too and he's a lunatic sitting in a cabin in the woods waiting for some earth fairy to come back and visit him again."

"I know he is a little off his rocker, but he loves this property. It's his life and he's done miraculous work here. I mean just five years ago this was a barren field that all the experts said nothing would grow in and now look at it. Look at this tree," Joe said pointing at the large oak tree behind him. "This thing is only five years old yet it looks like it's been here for a hundred years."

"I agree. He's an amazing gardener. But if we don't do something soon, he's going to give all this away."

"Maybe that's what should be done with it. After all there maybe some weird toxins in the soil here that's causing the trees to grow so fast. It might not be worth building anything here."

"Well it's worth 1.4 million to the developer I talked to yesterday and he's willing to take the risk. This land is way too valuable to give away."

"Well, it's my brothers to give away if chooses." Joe felt stronger in his resolution then he had before. It was as if the tree and the forest were supporting him. He pushed away from the tree and stared firmly at her.

"No, it's not." Britney changed her tone and pressed her shoulders back. She squeezed her arms against the side of breasts pushing them forward and letting them strain against the lace cages. Once she had his attention again she continued. "You cosigned all those papers with him sweetie. You gave him the down payment money he needed to build that log cabin of his. He is in debt up to his eyeballs and a lot of it is to you. If he gives this land away, you'll never see that money." She paused and tilted her head letting her long perfectly tinted blonde hair fall over her shoulder. "We'll never see that money. The money that could buy us that big house with a backyard perfect for kids. Not to mention," she bit her lip and looked sadly at the ground a few feet away, "the chance to have kids."

Joe sighed and rolled his eyes upward. He knew he was being played, but she knew the right buttons to push. Ever since they got married two years ago they had been trying to have kids and he longed for a large family. "There is no reason to think we're not going to be able to have kids yet."

Her eyes flashed back angrily at him, "After two years, yes, there is. And fertility treatments aren't cheap. It's not covered by our insurance, so we've got to pay out of pocket for the special doctors and the medicines. And where's that money going to come from? Our account it tapped out bailing out your brother." She planted her hands on her hips.

"We'll find a way," he answered firmly but he felt some of his earlier resolve dissolving.

"But we have a way." She gestured to the land around them. She sighed sadly and walked up to him.

The wind seemed to be picking up and swirling around them. She had to push the hair back from her face twice before she reached him. She placed her hands on his chest and traced lightly across the thin dusting of hair that showed above his shirt. She slowly opened one button then the next. She pushed open the denim shirt and pressed her palms against the skin of his chest. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his skin. He sucked in a ragged breath. Then she tilted her head to look up at him. "Don't do it for me or you. Do it for our children, our family, our future."

He felt his resolve slipping away. He slid his hand into the long silky waves of gold and cupped the back of her head. He lowered his head and her lips parted eagerly under his. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she wrapped her mouth around it and sucked on it. His cock was at full attention again and his other hand dropped to her ass and pulled her against him. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh. This gave him access to slide his hand between her legs and he could feel the heat of her pussy through her khaki shorts. She lowered her leg, trapping his hand there. She gyrated her hips rubbing herself against him. Then she ended the kiss and tipped her head back to look at him. Her eyes were sharp and clear, her hips continued their mesmerizing motion. 

"So what's your decision?" she asked.

"Okay," he mumbled, conceding to her stronger desire. He leaned down to recapture her lips.

"Great," she replied quickly dancing away from him. "Let's go see the developer and sign some papers, then we'll go home and celebrate."

"Oh no," he replied, "We have some unfinished business here."

He pulled her against his body and slowly backed up till he felt the solid trunk of the tree behind him. She went without a fight, but with less enthusiasm then before. He undid the front buttons on her shorts then slid his hands to the back. The fabric gaped just enough for him to press his hands down inside them and caress her bare ass.

"Come on honey. You aren't serious about doing this nature thing are you? With this wind, I'll freeze." She pressed her hands against his chest and looked up at him imploringly. "Let's just go take care of business then we'll have our fun."

"On that," he answered, her lack of passion strengthening his backbone. "I won't agree to sell all the land. We have to keep some for the nature preserve that David wants. There are trees here that need to be protected."

She jerked away from him angrily. "What? Are you becoming a goddamn tree hugger like your brother? I'll show you what I think of your fucking trees."

She whipped down her already loosened shorts, squatted and pissed on a small sapling. The wind began to howl and the bushes around Britney sprang to life shooting out long vines that wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She stood up hastily and tried to pull away but vines pulled tight and her arms were pulled straight out to the sides, her legs pulled apart.

"What the fuck?" she screamed and Joe rushed to her side. He tried to pull the vines off her, but the more he worked at them the thicker and tighter they grew. 

"Get your knife," she screamed at him.

His hand went to his back pocket to retrieve it but paused as he heard a deep husky woman's voice say "No."

He turned and before him was a woman who had to be at least seven foot tall. Her skin was a dark brown that glistened under a thin layer of perspiration that almost looked like dew. His eyes were riveted to her breasts. The most perfect pair he had ever seen. They were very large with just a slight natural sag. His fingers itched to squeeze and lift them, feeling the soft jelly like texture of them. The feeling of a cool breeze against his skin diverted his attention and his eyes dropped to his body which was now without clothing.

"What the fuck happened to my clothes?" Britney screeched behind him. He turned to see that she was also now naked.

"All stand before Gaia in their natural state," was the answer from the dark skinned woman. 

Joe turned his attention back to her. When he looked higher he saw an exquisitely beautiful face with high cheek bones and large eyes that currently were a vibrant orange. She was not happy, Joe was sure of that.

"Well I want my clothes back!" his wife hissed at the woman.

"Silence!" she ordered focusing her flame orange eyes on her. "If you do not keep quiet. I will have you gagged as well."

Britney started to open her mouth again and the Gaia threw what looked like a large cucumber at her. It popped perfectly between her lips and her eyes flew open wider as she realized there was no way to remove it. Joe stared in horror at his wife's condition, then a twinge of guilt hit him as his cock jumped at the erotic thought that entered his head seeing his wife naked with her legs spread and a long cylindrical object between her perfect red lips.

"The choice is yours," Gaia said, her voice a soft growl. "You can try to help her or you can seek atonement for your transgression on this sacred ground."

He looked at his wife and he wanted to help her, but he felt it would be a losing cause. Whatever this Gaia woman was she had some freaky tricks up her sleeve. He turned his back on Britney and faced the dark skinned creature. Gaia's lower was body was covered in an armor like green scale cloth and her long golden blond hair hung over the front of her shoulders covering the beautiful breasts that had captivated him a moment before. He looked up to her eyes that had mellowed to a pale gold.

"What do I need to do to make up for our errors?" Joe said and as he did he noticed the howling of the wind died down.

Gaia's wide red lips parted in a smile of dazzling white teeth. She motioned for him to come forward. He did so and stopped before her. His face was at the same level as her breasts and it took some effort to force his eyes up to meet hers.

"On your knees," she said.

He dropped to his knees before her.

"Please me," she ordered her voice a rich rumbling tone which seemed to reverberate from the ground.

He started to look up at her questioningly when he realized that the clothe that had covered her was gone and he was staring directly at a thick mound of golden curls. He tipped his head up to her, wondering if this was what she meant and thinking it definitely wasn't a punishment in his book. 

Her long dark fingers slid behind his head and pressed him gently forward to her mound. As his face neared her, he could smell cinnamon and vanilla and various other exotic scents. The smell was sweet and intoxicating. He leaned his cheek against the soft curls and felt the heat of her skin. He turned his face fully into the hair and pressed his lips forward almost afraid of what he might find. To his relief, she was fully female. His lips pressed against soft full pussy lips. He kissed along the raised mound, then his tongue slid out and pressed between her lips. He ran his tongue inside her slit from the center of her heat upward till he contacted the small nub of her clit. He flicked his tongue over it quickly and he felt her moan slightly. He continued flicking his tongue lightly across it and he felt the rumbling in the ground. It seeped through his body as well. His cock was growing hard from the sensations he was arousing in her. He buried his face completely in her pussy, his mouth sucking on her clit and drinking in her sweet honeyed sap, his nose buried in her curls breathing in the rich exotic perfume of her sex. 

He looked up at her and saw that she was watching him. Her eyes were a deep blue. Her hair hung down away from her breasts and he could see the hardened points of her nipples. His cock leapt to attention, slapping him in the stomach. He put his hands on her legs and slid them slowly up pushing smooth dark skinned limbs further apart. Her eyes glimmered and changed to a dark emerald green. He turned his attention back to her glistening lower lips that were full and pouting open now. He shifted his body farther under her and pressed his face up into her. His nose rubbed against her clit as his tongue pressed inside her. His face was slick from her juices as his tongue began pumping into her. He felt her body begin to tremble. The vibration shaking the earth under him as well. His cock started to throb desperately needing it's own release. He slowed the motion of his tongue. He grabbed her hips and pressed his face tighter against her, suffocating himself as he pushed his tongue further inside till he pressed it against that special spot on the back wall of her vagina. He tapped his tongue against it once, then twice then he felt her body erupt in an explosion of sensation. Her sweet juices flowed down on him and he dropped to the ground fighting to catch his breath. He looked up to see her trembling standing above him. Her eyes were a pure white and her mouth hung open gasping.

The blood was pounding so hard in his cock that he thought it was going to explode. He reached down to stroke it, needing to release the tension.

"No," he heard her say above him. "Stand."

On very wobbly knees he did as she requested. Then she lowered herself before him. Her mouth opened and she licked a drop of pre cum off the tip of his rock solid penis. He groaned in agony at the sweet torture of her touch. Then when he thought he could handle no more she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him. She slid her mouth effortlessly down the length of him. His cock sliding through the hot wetness of her mouth and into the top of her throat. She opened her throat and slid her mouth all the way to the base of his penis. The minute her lips closed around the base, he was done. He shot load after load down her throat as she effortlessly swallowed down all he offered. Then her lips pulled back and she sucked the remaining juices from him. 

His legs finally gave out on him and he collapse onto the ground before her. A short while later he became aware of being cradled in her arms. He wasn't sure if he had lost consciousness or not, but he still felt completely drained of strength. Gaia's long thin fingers were stroking his hair and he rested comfortably against her. Then he remembered his captive wife. He looked over at her still bound and gagged. Her eyes registered shock and fear.

"You may go to her now," Gais said softly.

Joe knew he should, but he didn't have the strength or the will power to get up now. He tipped his head back toward Gaia and realized his cheek was resting against one of her magnificent breasts. He pressed his face against it feeling the soft give of the warm skin. He turned his head more and pressed his lips to it. The long dark fingers holding his head guided him across the soft mound till his lips found the nubby texture of her nipple. He licked across it several times and watched as it puckered to a firm peak. He teased the tip with his tongue and lips and pulled on it lightly with his teeth. The dusky rose colored nipple grew harder and longer and the hand holding his head became more insistent pressing his face tighter to her breast. He responded by opening his lips and sucking the full peak into his mouth. As he pulled gently on it he tasted a creamy sweetness. The liquid slid into his throat and he felt an incredible jolt of energy. His previously limp arms slid around her to press into her back keeping her breast tight against his lips. He greedily sucked more milk from her, feeling his body fill with power and energy. The consistency of the liquid started to change and it no longer was as pleasing. His mouth released the nipple and his head swung quickly to the other side.

"Enough," she said sharply and pushed him away before he could reach his target. She stood in a swift motion that seemed more of growing upward then standing. He was left sitting at her feet panting and staring up hungrily at her other breast.

"Go to her." Gaia pointed at Britney who was looking at him with shocked revulsion.

He took a few moments to collect himself before pressing his body up to standing. He wanted to throw back his head and howl to the sky. He felt an incredible surge of power through his body. He looked at his wife and smiled trying to give her comfort with his glance. He looked back at Gaia and boldly ran his eyes over her body. He felt a brief flicker of disappointment as a clothe of green vines covered her. His liberties with her body were apparently over. Then he looked back at his wife, still spread eagle and gagged. He quickly moved to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist for support then removed the item from her mouth.

"Joe," she gasped weakly.

He covered her mouth with his own, feeding her his strength while he plundered her mouth with his tongue. He felt her sag into his arms and he realized that she had been released from the vines. He slid a hand down and fondledped her ass, kneading the soft curves as he pressed her against his growing erection. He became dimly aware of her fist pounding on his shoulders and he pulled his head back releasing her from his kiss. Her first reaction was to turn her head and spit on the ground.

"You taste like dirt," she screamed wiping her mouth repeatedly with her hand.

Joe swiveled his head back toward Gaia, afraid Britney's comment would not be well received.  Indeed the dark earth woman's eyes were a stony grey. She lifted a long thin finger and pointed toward his other side. 

"Take her to him to beg for forgiveness."

The him that she was pointing to was a man who stood where the large oak tree had just a moment before. Or at least partially a man. He was tall like Gaia with golden brown hair and golden skin. He was solidly built with no trace of fat on his perfectly muscled body. His arms though were unusually long with wide hands that hung down to where his calves should be. That was where the not quite man part took over. His thighs appeared to be stuck together and the flesh of his lower legs had fused and now resembled a large stump that disappeared into the ground. Sexually he was fully male with a cock that was easily a foot long and several inches in diameter. The man's sky blue eyes were on Britney and there was a lusty smile on his face.




Atonement



"No," Joe answered, looking at Gaia imploringly. "She's my wife."

"And she must seek atonement too," Gaia answered. With a wave of her hand, more vines wrapped around Britney's arms and ripped her away from Joe dragging her back to the tree man.

"Joe, help me!" she screamed as she tried to dig her heels into the dirt.

Joe tried to go after her, but as he tried to move, his feet began sinking into the dirt. The more he struggled the faster the ground seemed to swallow him up. Once he was buried up to his knees, the dirt solidified again locking him in place. He pressed his hands into the dirt and watched helplessly as his wife was forced to seek her atonement.

Britney was now directly in front of the gold skinned man and he reached a large hand toward her running it lightly down her back tracing the path of her spine. Britney swiveled her head to look at him. Her eyes immediately dropped to the very large penis standing tall against the man's stomach.

"I will not be fucked by some tree creature," Britney yelled. "Joe, do something!"

Joe tried to struggle free again but still had no luck. He looked back at Gaia, but her attention was solely on Britney.

"Just try to relax, sweetheart. He won't hurt you," Joe called then cringed at the glare his wife shot back at him.

"Not hurt me?" she hissed. "Have you seen the size of that thing? How can you think getting raped by that is not going to hurt?"

Joe swallowed with difficulty. That was not an image he wanted to process. He was having enough trouble dealing with the sight of another man's hands on his wife's perfect body. Then the sound of the wind increased and he couldn't hear his wife's next comment. The man's hands were continuing to stroke his wife's back with a feather light touch. Then they slid upward and covered her shoulders kneading the muscles there. The long fingers spanned her collar bone and the thumbs pressed circles across the back of her shoulder blades. The hands closed in on her neck and disappeared under her hair. They continued to work the muscles of her neck and her head dipped forward relaxing slightly to the man's touch. Then he separated her hair and pushed it forward baring the back of her neck. His thumbs continued to trace patterns on the soft skin there as he leaned forward and blew a gentle breeze across the sensitive area. A sigh escaped Britney's lips and the man leaned even closer lightly tracing his lips across the skin. Joe noticed that as Britney relaxed so did the vines.

"Brit, you can pull free now," Joe called to her, but the wind seemed to keep his voice from being heard.

Britney did hear her husband call to her, but she was in no mind to pull away right now. This tree guy sure did have great hands. His fingers were now in her hair massaging her scalp and sliding forward to lightly press circles on the edges of her forehead. It was amazingly relaxing. Her body felt like jelly. She was actually glad when one of the man's hands left her head and slid around her waist. He pulled her against his body and she found that she didn't want to fight him even though the cock she felt pressed against her spine was frighteningly large. Maybe all he wanted was to just feel her up and she wouldn't complain about that. He was an incredible specimen of a man at least from the thighs up. And it would serve Joe right, to see some man touching her after what she had to watch him do with that earth woman. 

With that thought in her head she arched her body and laid her head against his perfectly muscled chest. She thrust her chest out and was glad when the man took the hint and slid the hand from her hair down along her arm to the side of her breast. The fingers gently stroked the soft curves and then slid underneath to palm her generous mound. A hand that had been at her waist slid up to cover her other breast. He rolled her breasts with his palms before his thumbs sought out the already firm nipples. His thumbs rubbed across them lightly but rapidly, hardening the little dark peaks. Britney moaned and she squirmed as she felt the growing need between her thighs. She adjusted her feet to spread her legs wider and she realized that they were no longer bound. She also realized that her arms were by her sides and not tied. 

She looked across at her husband. He was waving for her to come to him. She smiled and shook her head. She was not done with tree man yet. She tipped her head back and looked up into that chiseled face. His high cheekbones and strong jaw were perfect. She slid one arm up his torso and touched his cheek. He turned his face into her palm and kissed it. Then she felt one of his hands on her cheek. He stroked her cheek with the side of his thumb, while his fingers curled under her chin. His index finger traced a pattern around her lips. Boldly she licked the tip of the finger and he responded by pressing it between her parted lips. He slid it slowly all the way into her mouth until his palm pressed against her chin. His fingers were very long and she could feel it all the way in the back of her throat. He began sliding it in and out of her mouth and her lips closed around the long thin digit sucking on it. She felt the man behind her groan, a deep rumbling noise that really made the pounding between her thighs unbearable. She ground her ass against him begging for relief. He obliged by sliding his other hand off her breast and down over her belly. He slid his middle finger easily along her hot wet pussy lips parting them. He slid it forward again and flicked across her clit. Her body jolted from the sensation and she slammed her ass back even harder against him. He continued pumping one finger in and out of her mouth as his other hand slid down to her core again and in one quick motion he buried his middle finger inside her. She gasped at the depth the finger was able to penetrate her. Then he began pumping it in and out rapidly while his thumb tweaked her clit. She sucked powerfully on his finger and rocked her ass against him. She braced her hands on her thighs to hold herself upright and thought that this was one of the problems with doing it in the woods. Right now she really needed a couch to lean over the back of. The tree man removed his finger from her mouth and traced a wet line down across the valley between her breasts to her belly button. Then he moved the hand over his other hand and began pulsing the slick finger against the tight knot of her ass. 

Britney shuddered and looked up at Joe. She held out her arms toward him. He looked down at his feet and the ground softened around them. He immediately clawed his way out of the sandy ground and ran to his wife. He tried to pull her into his arms but she resisted. Her hands sought out his shoulders and grabbed onto them for support. Her body jerked again and Joe noticed that both of the tree man's hands were now pumping up and down.

"Oh, god, that's good," Britney shouted out as her body trembled.

Joe put both of his hands on her head and tipped her head to look at him. Her eyes were glazed over with passion and her tongue stroked her upper lip. She pulled Joe's head down to hers and locked her lips against his. Her fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulder as she came. Incredible waves of sensation flooded her body. The tree man released his hands from her as she came and she slumped against her husband. Before her body stopped trembling, the tree man began running his hands over her ass kneading the firm flesh with his fingers. His hands settled over her hips and pulled them tight against him. Britney's eyes opened wide as she realized what was going to happen next.

"Oh yes," she murmured. Her fears at his size having disappeared with the talent of his fingers.

She tipped her body forward and wrapped her arms around Joe's neck. Joe's mouth dropped open as he watched his wife's hips being lifted into the air. She lay vertically above the ground. Her shoulders rested on her husbands as the mighty oak fed her hips backward onto his stiff cock. Joe watched in amazement as the man spread her legs with a hand holding each thigh and slowly pressed the large penis into his wife's wet pussy. She groaned as he first entered her, then her hips gyrated to be able to handle his large size. He continued to press inside her slowly and steadily and she screamed as he filled her body. Joe pressed his lips to the side of his wife's neck as the tree man bottomed out inside her. The man pulled back and six inches of his penis showed then he pressed his hips forward quicker this time. Again and again the man thrust his large cock into her and Britney began pressing her ass back at him demanding he fill her over and over. Joe was gasping for breath as he helped feed his wife back onto the massive cock repeatedly, his own body trembling with excitement as he assisted his wife being fucked by the tree man. Then the woods around them grew absolutely silent and the tree man slammed one last time into Britney. A howl of wind pounded against them as the man came in a rush. Britney's body jerked in an orgasmic response and she sunk her teeth into Joe's shoulder. His body responded as well and he sprayed cum all over his wife's belly. 

The mighty oak tree released his hold on Britney and she slid off his large branch into her husband's arms. Together they sank to the ground, gasping for air. He cradled her body against his and pushed her sweat-dampened hair back from her face. Gaia stepped before them and bent down. She placed a finger in the trails of white on Britney's stomach. She spread the substance around then placed her palm on Britney's belly. Gaia's eyes were a sparkling blue as she looked up and met Joe's.

"Take care of our children," she said softly and then she was gone.



Atonement



It was a crazy plan, but Kate knew she had made a big mistake and didn't have any better idea of how to fix it. She had gotten to the desperate stage, and desperation can make people do strange things.

She and Nona had grown up together as best friends. They weren't members of the cool cliques in middle school or early high school, and that's what really cemented their relationship, spending countless weekend nights commiserating, alone with each other. Late bloomers, each had been maid-of-honor in the other's wedding, and since they lived an hour apart, they talked incessantly on the phone. 

Their husbands knew each other from having both gone to the same high school and were members of the same track team. They got along well, but nowhere near as close as Kate and Nona. Ross was kind of a geek, worked hard in school and seemed destined for some measure of future success in the world. Tony was a real good athlete, and he could get by in any group. Plus, he had natural good looks and an aura about him that attracted even the prettiest girls. Nona was just the one who thought she had succeeded in taming him.

Nona and Tony started dating as juniors in high school, and by the middle of their senior year, they were pretty much a steady couple. They set up Kate and Ross on a blind date, and it went well enough that the two couples doubled for their senior prom. Nona and Tony got married late that summer, and their first daughter was born less than six months later. Tony got a job as a travelling salesman for a big forklift and industrial equipment firm and made enough money to support his family quite nicely while Nona stayed home with their daughter. Soon enough, a second daughter came along, keeping her more than a little busy.

Ross and Kate went to different colleges, but close enough that they could see each other often enough. They dated off-and-on for almost six years before finally tying the knot a year after graduating.

After more than a decade together, Nona and Tony's marriage finally succumbed to the inevitable friction that seems to prevail these days. Nona's version was that he was never home, she was sure he was cheating on her, didn't help with household chores or raising the kids, etc., etc., etc. Tony just didn't like how they had become too domesticated; even though they could afford the occasional babysitter, they never went out or had any fun anymore. 

Kate worked in the same building as Tony, so when he was in town, she got to listen to both sides. Even though Nona was her best friend, Kate came up with the line that there are three sides to every story - his, hers, and the truth. Tony moved out and Nona was left at home with their two daughters. Tony's salary wasn't big enough to support two households, so everybody suffered.

Ross and Kate had their problems too. It wasn't a storybook relationship, but they got along well enough and seemed to have worked out a pattern acceptable to both. He worked for a Japanese company, putting in long hours, and then there were the occasional dinners with visiting engineers and other company officials. He seemed almost proud when he claimed that he worked just as many hours as his Japanese cohorts, and certainly more than any "gaijin" American in the office. When he was home, Kate often found him tired, sullen and aloof, and their sex life drifted into a dull sameness that particularly irked Kate. 

She thought Ross was a good enough lover - he always made sure that she had at least one orgasm. But he liked it slow and gentle, every time - in their bed, lights off, shades pulled, not too loud, with lots of privacy. 

Kate certainly wasn't a swinger by any means, but she would certainly have liked to liven things up a bit, and more often too. She had a nice body and knew it, and she didn't mind showing it off. She was more than comfortable with hot tub nudity and was the first to go skinny-dipping on hot summer nights. As far as "doing the deed", she'd have loved to do it at least sometimes with the lights on, in different positions, different places, outdoors, maybe even someplace with the thrill of potentially getting caught. The idea of having somebody watching had crossed her mind more than once. But with Ross, it seemed like that wasn't going to happen. 

About the only thing she definitely wouldn't do was anal sex. For some reason even she couldn't explain, that was off limits. Anything else to instill more passion and excitement in their sex life would have been great. But to her, Ross seemed stuck in low gear.

She wasn't actively looking for a different lover, but the thought had occasionally crossed her mind. "What would I do if the opportunity presented itself? What would I do if I could be sure that I could get away with it? Would I go through with it? What would it be like?"

Not quite a year after Nona and Tony separated, Kate ran into him after work one afternoon at a local bar/restaurant. Even though he was getting divorced from her best friend, she still found Tony very attractive. Their relationship had always had a flirty side to it, and Kate had had enough to drink that she was in that kind of mood. One thing led to the other, and under the pretense of diagnosing their malfunctioning lawn tractor, Kate invited Tony back to her house. Ross had already said that he was going to be working late, taking a visiting Japanese engineer to some sushi restaurant and wouldn't be home until almost midnight.

Tony had always liked how Kate looked, how she liked to dress to show off her big breasts and slim legs. It might not have been what she originally intended, but he certainly was going to press the issue if he could get away with it. 

He started by cornering her in her kitchen and kissing her hard, so she couldn't resist - not that she would at that point. Between a business trip to Japan and her period, it had been weeks since Ross had touched at her, and Kate welcomed Tony's attention. At first, she just thought it was more of their harmless flirting, the kind of attention that can't really be a problem. But the more he kissed her and brushed his hands against her, the more she began to think that maybe, just this once, she'd like to do something on the dangerous side.

She started kissing back, and when he put his hand under her shirt, she even started unbuttoning it to make it easier for him to get at her. 

He undid the clasp of her bra and watched her full breasts fall out into his hands. They were even bigger and more beautiful than he had imagined over all these years. He kissed her, working his way down her neck and licking her nipples, enjoying seeing them get bigger and erect. 

She loved his expression as he looked over her body, and she felt herself really getting aroused at the touch of his hands. Kate liked the fact that he was obviously thrilled touching her like this. She pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his pants, and slid her hands into his briefs and felt his cock growing as she just held her hand around him. She didn't even have to massage it; she could feel him get bigger by the second.

With most of their clothes on the kitchen floor, and wearing only her panties, she led him by the hand upstairs. Immediately, she took off that last article of clothing and now completely naked, she lay back down on the bed. She liked how he paused and looked her over with lusty awe in his eyes as she lay there well illuminated in the early evening sunshine streaming in through the windows.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes, pulled a condom out of his wallet and expertly pulled it on his fully erect penis and climbed on top of her. Propping himself up on one arm, he took his stiff cock in the other, rubbing her wet pussy and sliding it across her clitoris until she was begging for him to fuck her.

He slid his cock inside her, and she gasped with pleasure. She thrust her hips into his, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him as deep into her as she could bear. She gyrated her pelvis, rubbing her clitoris against the shaft of his cock until she could feel the rising crescendo reach an unstoppable point deep within her. She came hard. Long and hard. She was still twitching with pleasure when Tony finally came, gasping and grunting on top of her. 

She thought to herself, "He obviously isn't much into foreplay, but that felt really good."

Just as they were catching their breath, she heard the garage door start to go up. Kate screamed, knowing it had to be Ross, and wondering what the hell he was doing home so early. It wasn't even seven o'clock and he wasn't supposed to be home for another four hours, three at the least. This wasn't supposed to happen. 

Panicking, she jumped out of bed, threw Tony's clothes at him, telling him, "Get dressed and get out of here fast."

But it was too late. Ross came in from the garage, heard the commotion upstairs and saw the clothes on the kitchen floor. Being a relatively smart guy, he put two and two together, and the answer was not what he wanted. The hurt in his voice was more than apparent when he yelled up the stairs, "What the fuck's going on here?"

By the time Kate came downstairs wrapped in her robe, Ross was sitting at the kitchen table, his head buried in his hands. Ross didn't even look up when Tony slinked by, grabbed the rest of his clothes from the kitchen floor and all but ran out the door to the garage.

She knew there was no chance of bullshitting her way out of this one. She started by saying, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Pausing, and doubting whether he'd believe her anyway, she added, "I promise it's never happened before, I swear to God. And I swear it will never happen again. I swear."

It would have been better if he just blew up at her right now, letting his anger vent immediately, getting the venom out of him tonight. But he didn't. He just sat there, a disturbingly numb expression on his face. She sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for him to say something, anything at all. When he did occasionally glance up at her, all she saw was the look of betrayal on his face. He'd put his face back in his hands for minutes at a time and then look at her again with that same betrayed expression. She started to cry. All she could say is, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." She reached to touch his arm, and he jerked it away from her reach. He got up slowly and walked upstairs, saying nothing.

She called upstairs after him, "Don't you think we should at least talk?"

He came back downstairs with some clothes and his toothbrush and just walked out the door. Two hours later, Kate got a text from Betty, the wife of one of Ross' best friends to let her know that Ross was at their house. The text went on to ask if she needed to talk to anyone. 

Kate just replied, "Yes, I just need to talk to Ross."

Ten minutes later, Betty texted back the answer, "He says no. What can I do to help?"

"Nothing," she thought. She knew that she had screwed up everything. She lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling for hours. She slept fitfully, and woke up at every noise, hoping it was Ross coming back home. 

At one point in the night, she had a dream, actually more of a nightmare. It was very vivid - Ross was having sex with her, but somehow, it started to turn violent. It seemed like she was tied up and couldn't move, totally helpless. She could only submit to him completely and let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. 

Her clothes were being ripped off of her body, and she knew she was going to get fucked. She was on her stomach, tied up or paralyzed, she couldn't really tell which. She remembered him entering her from behind. At first, it wasn't bad, kind of kinky being tied up like that and being totally subservient. But quickly, Ross was getting mean, trying to hurt her by ramming his cock into her so hard it hurt. She started to squirm to get away, then she started to cry, but he didn't seem to care. She couldn't resist; she tried to wiggle free but it didn't help. He just kept hurting her. She was being raped by her own husband. It was more and more painful and she was crying harder and harder. But that only made him angrier, and he kept hurting her more and more.

Finally, he pulled out of her cunt, and she could feel him probing towards her butt with his dick. She suddenly realized he was going to try to fuck her in the ass. He was going to do to her the only thing she would never let him do with her. He was going from merely hurting her to degrading her.

As he started to enter her, all she could think was, "No, please. Not that." But she couldn't stop him. It hurt. She didn't want this. He pushed his hard cock further into her ass as she screamed, "Please don't. NO!"

That's when she woke up.

Thank God it was just a bad dream. But as she lay back on the sofa, sobbing and gasping, she remembered everything that had actually happened in the last twelve hours, and that only made her cry even more.

The sun finally came up and there were no answers, and no Ross. She prayed that she could somehow make things right.

It was Friday, but she wasn't thankful for it. Work was horrible, she couldn't focus, and she was so tired that she caught herself drifting off a number of times. She called his cell phone, sent a dozen text messages, but no reply. Her mind wasn't exactly racing; it was more like she was spinning her wheels and getting nowhere. She drove home, hoping he would show up at his regular arrival time. But the hours drifted on, and still no sign of him. 

She called Beth and found out that he had stopped by briefly an hour or so before and talked to her husband, who was apparently sworn to secrecy. Ross had left again without saying where he was going or what he was going to do. Where could he have gone? Another friend's house?

Then it occurred to her - he went to their cottage up north. Technically, it was his family's place, but it was definitely the answer. Why didn't it occur to her before? He had clothes, supplies and it was kind of like his fortress, his home base, his sanctuary. She dialed the number, but of course, he would still be on the road, and he probably wouldn't pick up anyway. When she got the answering machine, she just hung up. She got in her car and started to drive north.

She worked on her speech for four hours, the whole way there, debating whether to put some of the blame on his shoulders. After all, if he had been a little more attentive, if he had been a bit more exciting, this whole mess might not have happened. But having been caught "in flagrant delecto," she prudently decided to accept all the blame. At least for now. There would be time later to have him work on his side of the problem.

As she rolled into the gravel driveway, she could see lights on in the house ahead, and sure enough, there was his car.

She parked and walked up the steps to the deck. She got cold feet. The speech running through her head suddenly sounded trite and rehearsed. What would he say? Could she stand it if he rejected her and asked for a divorce? No, that's not what she wanted. Her life wasn't perfect, but she had to admit, it was pretty darn good, especially compared to most of her friends. 

So she walked in, looked all through the house, but there was nobody there. She looked outside, nobody in the hot tub, and the boat was in the hoist. Then she saw him, sitting at the end of the dock, his favorite place in the whole world. He could spend hours alone out there, sitting by himself, just looking out at the still water, listening to nothing but an occasional boat across the big lake.

But she didn't have the guts to walk out there and confront him. No way could she walk into his place of serenity at this point. She decided to wait until he came back inside.

Kate went back into the great room and lay down on the sofa. She lay back, remembering all the days she and Ross had spent in this house. Vacation houses are special. Sure, there are responsibilities, especially for the host and hostess. But largely, the days are idyllic, and she worried that she might have caused hers to come to an end.

She was exhausted and it was easy to fall asleep. She woke up with a start when he slid open the door and said, "What the fuck are you doing here?" Her only response was to start crying. His voice dripping with anger, he said, "That's not fair, you're not the one who's hurt. You don't see me crying."

She begged him to forgive her. She tried her speech, but even after the hours of practice, it fell apart in shambles, just like her life was doing. 

He finally sat down on the love seat and got that hurt, betrayed look in his eyes again. She crept over to him, crawling along the floor on all fours, and slid up his legs, even though he was trying to pull away. She said, "I need you. I need you in my life, I need you to keep me in yours. I want us to stay together and I'll do anything - anything - to keep it that way."

Her hands were on his legs, and she was looking up at him. She slid her hands over his crotch and he pushed her away. She grabbed for his belt, saying, "Please let me make it up to you, right here, right now." Her hands massaged his thighs and she could tell that his resistance was starting to falter. She buried her head in his lap, and held it there. Through his pants, she could feel his cock starting to get hard. Tonight, she was willing to do anything to get him back.

She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and his swelling cock fell out into her waiting hands. She looked it over, inches from her face, marveling at the details she had never perceived before this moment. She kissed and caressed it, licked it and massaged it until it was as big and hard as she knew it could be. She studied the curve and smooth shape of the tip, the wrinkled skin on the top part of the shaft, and its smoothness down the rest of its length. She twirled her fingers through his pubic hair, and she could feel the wetness begin to well up between her thighs.

She stood up and slowly undressed directly in front of him, watching his eyes look over every inch of her skin as it was being exposed. His attention was particularly focused on her breasts as they spilled out of her bra. She knew he had always been fascinated with her tits. And why not? They were magnificent, large but not saggy, perfectly shaped, with small, but nicely defined areolas. She fingered her nipples to make them stand up, hoping he would soon be sucking, licking and kissing them. His face had lost that hurt look, changing to more of a confused gape. She was worried because there wasn't the lust she usually saw in his eyes.

She slid her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them, finally completely naked. Even in the harsh, bright lighting, she knew she looked good. Any man would want her. She could only hope her husband still did. 

She slid her fingers between her thighs and started slowly stroking her clitoris. She knew Ross liked to see her do this to herself, so she put on a show for him. After only a few seconds, her touch caused her knees to buckle slightly as she became more and more aroused.

Finally, she moved towards him and began to straddle him. But he pushed her away and said, "I can't. I don't want to have my cock inside you. Not after somebody else has." That hurt look returned to his face, and he avoided making eye contact with her.

He started to get up from the sofa, but she held him down. She immediately fell to her knees, grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth, moving her head up and down, rolling her tongue over the tip and around the shaft, taking him in as deep as she could. He wasn't going anywhere now. He arched his back and pulled her head down on his groin, and she had to fight to keep from gagging because of the depth of his penetration.

Kate did not really like giving full-fledged blowjobs. Ross knew it too. She had no trouble sucking on his cock, but it had been more than a couple of years since she had let him come in her mouth. Tonight, she was willing to do it, so she kept sliding his penis in and out of her mouth, concentrating on stimulating him with her tongue and lips. When he started to thrust his hips, she knew he was getting close to coming. She paused, looked up at him and said, "I want you to come in my mouth" and she went back to work, sucking his cock, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. She was pretty sure she had him now.




Atonement



Just to make sure, she decided to do something else she hadn't done since they had been married - she moved her left hand around behind him and pushed her index finger toward his anus. She paused there, fingering him lightly until she slid her finger in, pushing down just where she knew his prostate gland was located. It took only a few more seconds of stroking and sucking and Ross came. 

She could taste his semen flooding through her mouth, and she had to fight the strong gag reflex that was welling up in her stomach. He was coming hard, jerking and thrusting, lost in his orgasm, forcing his penis deep into her mouth, making it even more difficult to fight the gag reflex. She resolved that this was just her form of penance. 

Kate kept sucking and moving her mouth around on his cock as much as she could to keep stimulating him. She kept it up for quite a few minutes until his cock started to soften and every last drop of semen had been drained from it. Ross could only lay back, moan with obvious ecstasy, and catch his breath.

She stood up and sat next to him on the sofa, her naked body pushed next to him. She desperately wanted him to do something to her, anything that would indicate that he still wanted her. She would have loved for him to make her come, any way he wanted would have worked for her. Even a caress, a brush of his fingers across her breasts, the touch of his hand on her thighs, she would have loved for him to do anything to her.

But he didn't. He pulled his pants back up and zipped them; he buckled his belt and just sat there. She started to feel embarrassed, completely naked while he was fully clothed, but she waited for him to say something, anything at all.

Finally, he looked at her and said, "That was great, but I have to be honest with you. I don't know if I can ever get over what you did. I know we're supposed to be able to forgive, but maybe it's just that I'm not that good a person. I want you to know that over all those years we were together, I never even came close to cheating on you. A lot of that had to do with the fact that I knew it would kill me to find out that you were cheating on me. And here we are, in my worst nightmare."

She quickly countered, "I swear it had never happened before, I swear to God. And it will never happen again, I promise. I want only you, for the rest of my life. I swear to God. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I take complete blame, and I will do anything to make things right. Just give me the chance." She started sobbing gently, and a tear finally rolled down her cheek and fell onto her breast.

He sighed and said, "Look, give me some time and maybe I can get over it, but it's not going to happen tonight, or even anytime real soon. We've been married for almost seven years, but you cut my heart out, and I'm not sure I can ever feel like I trust you anymore. Can you even understand that?" He got up from the sofa and looked down at her.

Still sobbing quietly, she could only nod, her head never looking up at him. If she did, she would have been disappointed not to have seen that lusty look he used to have on his face whenever he saw her naked. Things were definitely different now.

Within a week, they were at least sleeping together in the same bed again, but he never cuddled up to her in their usual spooning position. Even when she tried to nuzzle up next to him, he remained facing the other way, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Sex was still out of the question.

This continued for months. They went slowly from silence to talking a bit, to getting along well enough. But they were just roommates, not lovers, and certainly not husband and wife. She tried to coax him out of it in a number of ways. She cooked his favorite meals and baked various treats she knew he really liked. She dressed up more often, wore lingerie, trying to be sexy for him. 

But the best she could do was to get him to allow her to give him another blowjob. Once. Every other time she offered, he refused even that special treat. 

One night, she waited until she heard him coming to bed, surprising him by allowing him to see her masturbating as he walked into the room. He stopped in his tracks, watching her fingers on one hand slide in and out of herself while the other hand rubbed her clitoris. Once again, he had that confused gape on his face as she bucked and rolled and moaned with ecstasy as the orgasm shook through her body.

The show was actually not solely for his benefit. Kate had long since passed the point where she needed to have a good, strong orgasm. If she couldn't get him to help her get there, she was going to do it by herself. The fact that he watched so intently as she climaxed was probably a good sign. But the fact that he didn't climb into bed with her immediately and help her have a second orgasm was not.

A few days later, the tables were turned and she walked in on him as he was just finishing masturbating. He was obviously surprised and embarrassed, covered himself up with the bed sheet and rolled over, saying something like, "I'm sorry". 

She sat down next to him and asked, "Can I ask you a question?" He didn't answer. He wasn't even making eye contact with her. "What were you thinking about that made you come? You're still my husband, and I really want to know. Please tell me honestly, because it might help me figure out what I'm supposed to do now. If I still excite you in some way, then maybe there's hope. If not, then maybe we need to do something different." This was the first time that either of them had even come close to mentioning the "D" word, even if Kate only said "different" at this point.

He thought about it for a few seconds and finally started, hesitating, hemming and hawing, trying to find the right words. "I was actually thinking about you. This is hard to explain, but I have always thought about you when I'm masturbating. But in the past few months, I'm not making love to you, I'm 'doing' it to you. I'm forcing myself on you, maybe even hurting you." He quickly added, "But not too badly, although a psychologist would probably have a field day with me."

"And what gets you over the top? What are you 'doing' to me that makes you come?"

Ross started to stammer, but finally admitted "I start to fuck you in the ass. I'm sorry, but you asked." 

Kate still remembered her dream, just like it was yesterday, and the similarities were disturbing. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he added, "I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have said that. I know it sounds weird and it probably is."

Kate asked, "Is that what you want? If I let you have anal sex with me, will that help get us back together again?" At this point, Kate would probably have let him do whatever he asked, she'd even let him fuck her in the ass.

"No, of course not," Russ quickly replied. "Please believe me that I would like to go back to where we were. But we can't, and it was you who changed things. I just can't look at you the same way anymore. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is, and I don't know if it will ever get better."

Kate had never told Nona what was causing the friction between her and Ross. Being caught up with the details of her own divorce, Nona had given no indication that she suspected that Kate's problems might rival her own, and apparently still did not know of Kate's secret.

The two women still chatted often, with Nona doing most of the talking. As her divorce was being finalized, Nona went over all the gory details. According to Nona, Tony was a serial cheater; she even had to be treated for STDs more than once, but she was happy to declare herself clean now. Nona had developed a serious distrust of most males, but she confided to Kate that she'd still like "to get laid occasionally." 

When Kate responded, "I know exactly what you mean," Nona still didn't get it.

After one of their long telephone conversations, Kate started to put together a rough plan to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone. She needed a way to get forgiveness from both her husband and Nona. She invited Nona up north for the weekend after the divorce was to be finalized, saying that it would be good to talk with her, "celebrate" a little, and the telephone was inadequate. Nona was quick to accept.

Next, she got Ross to agree to go up north the same weekend, on the pretense of powerwashing and sealing the deck, a chore that Ross insisted took a minimum of three days and had to be accomplished without any guests around to track dirt onto the deck. 

As they drove north on the appointed Thursday evening, Kate announced that Nona was showing up the next day. But that was OK with Ross; it would keep Kate busy and he could get some serious work done without her getting in the way.

Ross got the deck powerwashed on Friday, and the weather report looked dry for the rest of the weekend, which would allow Ross to apply the sealer on Sunday.

Nona showed up early Friday evening, and she dominated the conversation until well after dinner. Ross took a stiff drink out to his favorite spot in the whole world - the end of the dock, leaving the women inside to chat in private.

Kate thought she had finally gotten to the point where she was ready to confess to Nona, but the words just wouldn't come. How is somebody supposed to confess to something like that? How do you let your best friend know that you had fucked her husband, even if they were separated at the time?

They were close friends, and by this time, Nona was beginning to have an inkling that something was up, so she finally asked Kate what was bothering her. Kate blurted it all out at once, "Nona, I'm so sorry to tell you this, but I've really messed up my marriage, and it's because I had sex with Tony three months ago, and Ross ended up catching us. I'm not sure I can ever fix my marriage, but I know I have to fix my relationship with you. It was after you had separated, but I still shouldn't have betrayed you like that. I'm so sorry. You're my best friend, always have been, and I hope you will forgive me so you always will be my best friend." Kate's voice trailed off and she started tearing up.

Nona surprised her by saying, "Kate, I already knew. Tony told me just before we signed the papers, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure whether he was telling the truth or just being hurtful, probably both. It turns out that he had sex with most of my friends, well, maybe not most, but more than a few. So you're not alone, and it's not your fault that we got divorced. It was coming anyway, and I'm better off for it. Now, let's figure out how to save your marriage. Do you want to save it, or should you and I become roommates, and we can start a local chapter of the man-hating society?"

"I really want to stay married to Ross, but not the way things are now. We've got to get back to where we were before all this happened, but things aren't moving in the right direction and I'm getting desperate." She went on to give Nona all the nasty details, focusing on Ross' refusal to touch her.

"Oh my God Kate, that's incredible. You mean you haven't had sex with your husband in months? How have you been able to stand it? I know I've had a hard time. I buy batteries in bulk now, but that still isn't what I really need." Sympathizing with each other, both women laughed at the joke. But Kate's laughter trailed off into quiet sobs.

Kate composed herself and went on to ask Nona if she would be willing to help her set things right with Ross. She cautioned Nona that she would have to trust her on this one and that it would take some "special effort." 

When Kate told Nona her plan, Nona resisted initially, but rather quickly relented when she realized the level of desperation that Kate had reached. Plus, the plan made some sense, in a weird sort of way. They still had to open another bottle of scotch to get up the nerve to carry it out.

With half of her plan set up, Kate walked out to the end of the dock and sat down next to Ross. She started right in, "Ross, we need to fix things, and I think I have a solution. I cheated and hurt you, and I remain truly sorry for what I did. There's no excuse, and I have told you it never happened before, and it will never happen again, and that's the truth, I swear to God. But we need to fix our relationship or move on to something different." 

Ross finally glanced in Kate's direction. There was the "D" word being implied again.

"I think you should get some measure of revenge on me. Sleep with one of my friends. I'll even condone it. Then we'll be even and maybe we can then forgive each other. We'll have something on each other, and we'll both promise never to let it happen again. I've even arranged it all with one of my friends." Seeing the shock on Ross' face, Kate chuckled to herself and said, "She needs to get laid anyway, so it would be a great deal all around. But seriously, I'm desperate. We're desperate. We've gone on like this for too long, so something's gotta change. I'm still saying it's all my fault, but I need you to help me out here." 

Ross was dumbfounded. He thought about it for a moment, then scoffed, saying, "It won't work. I'll just feel guilty afterwards, and then I'll have lowered myself..." He stopped in mid-sentence, knowing full well that what he had planned to say was selfish, purposely hurtful and falsely superior. He knew he had been too self-righteous all through this ordeal, taking the high road, not because he wanted to fix his relationship, but because he wanted to be the one who was "right." Now, he felt guilty anyway, and it began to occur to him that some of the troubles in the last year were just as much his fault, if not more. 

But sleeping with one of her friends? Would that really solve the problem? Deep inside, he knew that if he was a better man, he would simply forgive his wife and work on fixing his marriage with Kate. On the other hand, Nona was a great looking woman, a great body, and Tony had always said she was great in the sack. "Are you really serious, or is this some kind of test? Because I know I'll screw it up somehow."

Kate came back, "I'm very serious. I just confessed the whole mess to Nona. It turns out that she already knew and has forgiven me. I explained to her all the tension between us, so she's well aware of how desperate I am to atone for my transgression to both of you. I'm hoping this will set things right between all of us. She's agreed. In fact, she agreed rather quickly. I almost wish she had mulled it over for more than two seconds before jumping at the chance to hop in bed with you. You're putting up more of a fight than she did. Do you want me to tell her that?"

"No, please, I don't want to seem unappreciative. But, but, I don't know. Why am I balking at the chance to sleep with one of your hottest friends, and with you setting it all up? I'm just not sure that this is going to work."

Kate interjected, "Look, I'm desperate, you should be too. You have my blessing. She's waiting. If you agree, I'm going to the Indian casino for a few hours and see how my luck is there. I think you should do it. I think it will help push you to forgive me, to see how much I really care about our relationship that I would encourage you to sleep with my best friend. Plus, like I said, she needs to get laid, so you would be doing us both a favor."

"Look, I know I should be able to forgive you, and I should be able to do that without sleeping with your best friend," Ross went on. "Maybe I just need to see a counselor and help me work through this," 

But Kate came back quickly, "Listen to me. Forget the counselor. We need to solve this now, and since I have wronged both of you, this is the perfect solution. Stop over-thinking this. Just come back to the house with me and I'll take off for a few hours. But you have to sleep in the same bed with me later tonight, and every night from here to eternity."

There was a long, awkward silence until sheepishly, Ross added. "Look, this is embarrassing, but I have to confess that I'm seriously worried that I won't be able to, you know, perform. This is kind of weird, and I wouldn't want to, well, you know, fail."

But Kate had it all planned. Out of her pocket, she took out a small medicine vial and handed Ross one small blue pill. "Believe me, I've thought this out. I came prepared. Here, take this right now. I'm betting that you won't need it, but it should take any doubt out of your mind."

Ross looked at the pill; he knew exactly what it was. Then he looked at Kate. Finally, he threw the pill in his mouth and took a stiff swig of his vodka and tonic. He had to know, "Where did you get this?"

"That doesn't matter," Kate said. "Suffice it to say that one of your friends has an ample supply and his wife was more than happy to get rid of one pill. She offered more if you ever need them, which, as I said, I don't think you ever will."

Ross followed her slowly back down the dock, back to the house. Nona was watching from her bedroom window and wondered what was going to happen next. She saw Kate leading Ross by the hand, which, by Kate's account, was probably more physical contact than they had had in months. She went downstairs to meet them.

As she and Ross walked in, Kate said, "Nona, it's a go. I need you both to be completely open and unreserved with each other. Let it all hang out. Enjoy this one night stand, because I'm coming home in four hours and everything will have been set right. And Nona, he sleeps in my bed tonight. Agreed?"

Nona and Ross nodded their agreement and Kate walked out the door without looking back. They heard the car start up and head up the gravel driveway. Nona and Ross looked at each other and both started laughing. It was Nona who finally asked, "Well, what do we do now? How do you want to get started?"

After a few seconds, Ross finally spoke, "Listen Nona, I just want to let you know that I have always thought the most of you. You're bright, personable, funny, fun to be with, you're one of my favorite people in the whole world, and I'm glad that you're my wife's best friend, because I've gotten to spend more time with you than I otherwise would have. Also, ever since I first met you, I have always secretly had the hots for you. Maybe it hasn't been so secretive, but I just want to openly declare that you're an absolutely gorgeous woman, and I would be willing to do anything you want tonight."

They stood there like middle school kids, looking at each other, wondering who was going to make the first move. Ross finally said, "How about if we start in the hot tub. Go get your bathing suit on and meet me down there."

"Bathing suit? You're sure you want me to wear my suit?" Nona was surprised.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just call it foreplay." But the real reason Ross was dawdling was that he wanted to be sure that the little blue pill had time to weave its magic on him.

Ross opened the hot tub, went back into the master bedroom, put on his suit and got into the tub. He realized that this was the first time in a couple of years that he was wearing a bathing suit into the tub, and it felt strange to him. The suit was constantly filling up with bubbles in an almost comical way. 

When Nona arrived, he stood up and helped her climb in, complimenting her on how sexy she looked in her bathing suit. "Yeah, I'll bet you'd rather see me with it off," was her retort, but she was really thinking to herself, "and I hope that it's sooner than later."

They both laughed at how Ross' suit was filling with bubbles. Nona joked, "I've never seen a hard-on like that before. You are glad to see me aren't you?" They talked for fifteen minutes until they found themselves staring at each other, the anticipation of what they were about to do welling up inside both of them.

Ross knelt in the middle of the tub and said, "Let's try a first kiss and see how that feels." Nona moved to the same position, facing him and looked up at him eagerly.




Atonement



Ross bent over, and kissed Nona. She closed her eyes and kissed back, pulling his head down to hers, their lips locking together. The spark was there, and the fire was started. He put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her body towards his, pressing her into him. He could feel her breasts against his chest, and she wrapped her arms around him and passionately kissed back.

He kissed her neck and her earlobes, flicking his tongue against them, the cooling effect heightening her sense of touch. His hands started to move up her body, running across her breasts, the shape of her body arousing him. He could feel his penis start to swell. Pressed against him, she could feel it too. Her hand ran down his torso and over the front of his suit, and she could feel his excitement growing. 

Ross started to slide her bathing suit slowly down her body, trying to be romantic, but for Nona, he was taking too long. She wanted to be naked, and she wanted to be naked now. She stood up and pulled it down to her thighs. She let him help it fall off of her body, and she loved the expression on his face when he finally saw her completely naked. He stood up, appreciating her breasts for their perfect shape and size. He fingered her nipples, and the sensation started making them stand up. He bent down and kissed them, nuzzling his face between her breasts, flicking her nipples with his tongue.

She helped him take off his bathing suit, and they hugged and kissed, their naked bodies pressed against each other. Ross was suddenly aware that they were standing in the hot tub, so he helped her climb out and led her to the master bedroom. He toweled her dry, admiring every curve of her body, and he complimented her. She was standing in front of her best friend's husband, completely naked, but only now did she feel herself blush.

He dried himself off quickly, and they sat down on the bed next to each other. She took his penis in her hands and massaged it slowly, until she could see it was just the way she wanted - hard and long. She lay back on the bed, naked and quivering with excitement.

She was ecstatic when he immediately started kissing his way down her body, tongueing her navel, and licking his way down to her wet pussy. She opened her legs slowly, ready for whatever he had in mind. She felt his tongue worm its way between her labia, where he deftly found her clitoris. She was quickly bucking and thrusting with excitement, and when he slid two fingers inside her, she could feel the orgasm welling up inside her, rising in intensity until it couldn't be stopped. She screamed and gasped with pleasure as the contractions and spasms rolled through her body. He backed off, using his open palm to rub her between her thighs, vibrating slightly but quickly, extending her orgasm until she had to beg him to stop. At that point, he climbed on top of her, propping himself up with one hand, he took his erect penis in the other and moved it across her pussy, managing to rub against her clitoris, sending her into even more waves of pleasure. 

Finally, he slid his cock into her, and he kissed her deeply. She gasped, wrapping her legs and arms around him as if to pull him further into herself. She hadn't felt like this in over a year. It was the same feeling for him, and they both knew that each had greatly missed the pleasure and intimacy that only comes with great sex.

Finally, she relaxed enough that he could start moving slowly in and out of her. Slowly, the pace of his stroking picked up, and she pushed back with the same rhythm. They both were thinking the same thing - it feels so good to be locked together physically like this with another person, especially somebody you really like. 

They rocked and moved together with increasing intensity until Nona came again, gasping and thrashing under Ross as she came hard. He let her catch her breath before he rolled over on his back, pulling her along with him. All he said was, "Now it's your turn to be on top. I want to see you sit up, and make yourself come."

She sat up, allowing him to fondle her breasts and play with her nipples. She rode him hard, rolling her hips forward to maximize the pressure on her clitoris from the shaft of his penis. She came again, and her ecstasy set him off. They climaxed together for a long time, the twitching of one lover's mated parts setting off a new wave of pleasure in the other.

She collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath. She had needed this. No vibrator could be this much fun. Finally, she rolled off of him, and pulled the bed sheet over her body to cover up. 

He laughed at her sudden display of modesty, so he playfully pulled at the sheet. They toyed with each other, grabbing and pulling the sheet back and forth, until she finally said, "OK, time to knock it off. Go hop in the shower and clean up before Kate gets home." 

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her lying there, clad only in a sheet, running his hands over her, caressing every inch of her body through the sheet. He told her, "One thing I have confirmed tonight, something I have long suspected, is that you have a magnificent body and you sure know how to use it."

He had almost forgotten how much fun sex could be. He knew that the emotional and physical release it can provide cannot be overestimated. He also knew he would need more, especially with someone who really loved him. 

He lay back, exhausted. They lay together quietly for a few minutes before Nona prodded him again towards the shower, adding, "After you, Mr. Gigolo, I'm going upstairs to use the other bathroom."

She watched him get up and walk naked across the master bedroom, admiring his lean physique, especially his tight ass and strong legs. She thought to herself, "With thighs like that, you sure can tell he does a lot of bicycling." And she had to admit that it had been really fun wrapping her own around his. 

After he disappeared into the master bathroom, she got up, gathering her bathing suit from the deck. Once upstairs, she turned on the shower and cleaned every trace of their lovemaking from her body. 

Later, she met Ross back downstairs and immediately started giving him some advice. "You know that Kate still loves you. She knows that what she did was wrong, and that it hurt you very much. But you've got to get over it, and now that you and I have had sex together, we're no better than her. So grow up and fix the relationship. I know her better than anybody, probably even you, and I promise you that it'll be worth it." She went on, "If anything, I now owe her, because I really needed to get laid. You were great Ross, now do the same thing to Kate tomorrow morning. She needs it probably more than I did. And remember, make-up sex can be the best of all." 

She and Ross talked for quite a while, until she could tell that Ross was coming around. She of all people knew what it was like to have a spouse cheat, and she had been going through even more hell than Ross. She tried to make the point that most of his pain had been self-inflicted, and she could see by his expression that she was getting through to him. Ross seemed deep in thought, and eventually, their conversation slowed.

As everybody knows, sex affects men and women differently. Ross started to yawn and he finally had to excuse himself and he went to bed. All he had to do was lay down and he was asleep within minutes. 

On the other hand, multiple orgasms had given Nona more than enough energy to stay up longer. She had enjoyed her romp in the sack with Ross, but she had to find her own man, and she knew that eventually, she would. She read until Kate came home from the casino. Then, the two women talked for over an hour, discussing all that's right and wrong with men.



The two women finally called it a night, and Kate went into the master bedroom, got into her pajamas and slid into bed next to Ross. He woke up just enough to cuddle up to her in their old standard spooning position, one hand on her butt, the other arm wrapped over her body, cradling her breasts in his hand. He kissed her on her neck and said, "Good night, I love you."

Kate would have been content with just those words; they meant the world to her hearing them from him again. The fact that they were lying in that position was icing on the cake.

But as she nuzzled backwards into him, she was even more pleased to feel his penis slowly getting harder, rubbing against her butt as she backed into him. His hand started to fondle her right breast, and she felt her nipple rising in response. Soon, his hand was under her pajama top, and she felt the wetness start to rise between her thighs. 

She reached back with her free hand and stroked his penis through his pajamas, reveling in feeling the hardness again after all these months. From behind, he continued to fondle her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples, which he knew always thrilled her. His other hand slipped inside the back of her pajama bottoms, his fingers finding their way between her thighs and into her moistening pussy. 

She let go of his cock long enough to slide off her pajama bottoms. Reaching between her legs, she took his fully erect penis and easily slid it inside her from behind. It felt so good to have him inside her again. In this position, he stroked gently in and out of her, rubbing her clitoris with his free hand in an ever-increasing pace. Soon, she felt the orgasm rising inside her, until it spilled out in a muffled cry of ecstasy, trying consciously not to be loud enough that Nona would hear anything upstairs. She trembled with pleasure and held his hand in place between her thighs. 

As her breathing returned to normal, she was disappointed when Ross pulled out of her. But all he did was quickly turn on the reading lamp, pull back the sheets and he began to look over her naked body, softly caressing his favorite parts - anywhere inside her tan lines. That look of lust was back on his face. She loved to see him look at her that way - she knew then that he found her desirable once again.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, urging her to sit up. Again, he fondled her breasts and nipples, looking her over with obvious pleasure. Straddling him, she slid his penis back inside her pussy and slowly started to ride him, rubbing her clitoris against the shaft of his hard cock. He lowered his gaze, watching his penis slide in and out of her cunt, enjoying how wet she was. To him, that visual stimulation was as exciting as the tactile sensation of the skin of his cock rubbing against her wetness, and he soon reached the point where he could control himself no longer.

Kate kept pumping on top of him, forcing him over the edge. He cried out loudly, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh Kate, oh Kate. I'm coming so hard." Kate was surprised, and elated, at how hard he was coming, and she was sure that Nona had heard that one. He gasped for breath, still writhing underneath her, and she kept grinding into him. A minute later, he was still bucking and twitching, saying, "I can't stop coming." But finally he did, and she collapsed on top of him, laying her full weight on his body.

He held her there for a long time. He figured it had to be the magic blue pill that was keeping him semi-erect, enough that he didn't slip out of her. In any case, he was wasn't going to let her go; he was going to hold her there as long as possible, enjoying the pleasure of their bodies coupled in that way. And she used every trick with every muscle she could control to hold him inside her. 

Eventually, they both relaxed enough that they slid apart, and they both giggled quietly. Ross was the first to speak, saying, "I'm sorry, I wish I could have stayed hard so we could have fallen asleep with me inside you. I guess the pill wasn't quite enough."

Kate responded, "Honey, the pill is supposed to be good for a maximum of four hours, and it's way past that. What you did was completely on your own, and I'm very thankful for that." 

For the first time in months, they both fell asleep together, their naked bodies intertwined.



Atonement



Zeena could not sleep that night, getting up constantly to check on her lovely sweet Ariel and wondering if she did the right thing. Her mind was crazy, with confusion, concerning the fight that they almost didn't make it through because she was worried about her unarmed bard. How could she rape and torture Ariel like that. The woman she loved, with all of her heart, did nothing to deserve such punishment and yet she defiled her during most of the moons shadow, over and over again. Zeena sat sharpening her sword watching her lover sleep. She still possessed the staff, within her sodomized and abused ass, which she had unmercifully embedded so deep that it would not budge until she saw fit to remove it. Thoughts of regret swirled within her psyche. She would then feel the fear that losing Ariel had been a real possibility that day, causing her to assure herself she did the right thing in teaching Ariel a valuable lesson, though it was a very painful and humiliating one.

It had been dawn for a while now. Zeena walked over to where her little one was with food, water, warm oil, and the numbing salve. She gently touched Ariel's young, pretty face with her finger, outlining her brow and cheeks down to her chin. Softly she said, "Ariel?...Time to wake up". Zeena's voice was so loving and caring now, unlike the stern and maniacal tone she had the night before that scorned her sweet Ariel so harshly. The poetess stirred slowly batting her eyes, trying to focus on Zeena's face, but her eyes were swollen from crying so hard and her throat hurt from screaming from all of the pain inflicted upon her by her enraged lover. 

She struggled to awaken and tried to speak, but it was a faint inaudible whisper. Zeena's eyes showed concern for her beautiful lover and she took the water and made Ariel drink, which she did slowly. Zeena coated her lovers' lips with the cool water with her finger, pouring some in her hand and washing her face off with it. Ariel could finally open her eyes and see her now loving warrior princesses concerned and saddened eyes looking back at hers. Ariel saying "Zennnna..." ever so softly made Zeena smile, knowing her injured bard was alright and able to speak. Zeena felt a little relief until she saw a grimace come over her sweet ones face "Zeena, oh by the gods it hurts...it's still there? " Ariel started to struggle but Zeena held her down and the whip was wrapped so tight she could not move. "Zeena please take it out...please...no more..." 

Zeena assured Ariel she would remove it, urging, "Ariel don't struggle it will hurt much worse. Let me put the oil on it love. Please be still." Ariel became quiet and very still trusting her lovers' words. Zeena applied the warm oil around the huge protruding staff and coated her lovers' ass with it generously. Dried blood encrusted around the staff causing it to stick to the skin that was stretched so far to accommodate the end of the staff. Zeena rubbed the oil into Ariel's reddened and sore flesh. She then warned her sweet submissive lover that it was going to hurt when she removed the object of the defiling rape. Ariel shook her head in an understanding gesture. Zeena began to move the staff around causing Ariel to wince and wiggle. "Be still my love". Zeena implored. The oil was dripping into Ariel's orifice and as Zeena felt the staff become loosened she suddenly removed it from the tight ass that had held it for so long. 

Ariel arched her back, screaming and crying out loudly as the staff was finally freed from her sodomized cavity. She wept as Zeena held her... kissing her head, her face, her hands. Zeena then untied and removed the whip that bound her lover throughout the night and held her tight to her bosom. Ariel weakly said,"It hurts Zeena...please take the pain away." Zeena picked Ariel up and carried her in her arms to the stream. She walked into the stream, still carrying her bard and washed her clean. Ariel winced again as the cool water caused her asshole to burn, at first, and then the cleansing waters felt so good as they flowed all over her hyper sensitive body. After Zeena washed her thoroughly she carried Ariel to the pallet by the fire, gently laying her down on her stomach. 

Zeena went to the tree to fetch the numbing oil, returning to find Ariel resting and almost asleep again. "This will make you feel better love." Zeena told Ariel in a reassuring tone. 

Ariel faintly said, "Thank you Zeena...yes please make the pain go away." The mighty warrior gently inspected Ariel's ravished ass for any more bleeding, but there was none. She covered her fingers in the numbing suave and applied it gently to Ariel's anus. Noticing how red and swollen it was, she applied a thick coating of it. The sweet bard could feel the instantaneous soothing and cooling effect it had on her engorged anus. 

Zeena said "I must put some inside. It shouldn't hurt much." Ariel braced herself for more pain, but she only felt pressure as Zeena inserted two fingers and put an ample amount inside her anal cavity. Ariel was relieved that the pain was finally gone and she was free, lying next to her strong warrior lover. Zeena lay beside her young lover as she curled up to her, resting her head on Zeena's bosom. 

Ariel asked,"Zeena, can we just stay here today please? I'm so tired." 

Zeena smiled saying, "Yes we can rest today. Ariel I am so sorry. "

Ariel interjected, saying, "I know Zeena. I understand. I learned my lesson. You were right. I never want to leave you alone. I love you.' 

A tear rolled down Zeena's cheek as she tried to maintain composure saying," Oh my sweet Ariel, I love you. I can't bear to lose you...ever." As the warrior drifted to sleep, she wondered about the guilt she felt for ravishing her beautiful bard like she did. Could she ever forgive herself? She wondered many things as sleep overtook them both...sweet slumber, for the exhausted lovers, was very welcomed.

The two fell asleep only to wake, at nightfall, from their hunger pains. Ariel awoke first, ready to eat a horse. As she struggled to her feet, she was sore but not in pain. None the less, walking was slow going. She retrieved her staff, which Zeena had already washed for her, to assist her walking as she went to the stream to fetch more water. When she returned, she noticed Zeena had awakened and was nowhere to be found. The bard went to put a few sticks into the fire as it was getting dark and getting much cooler. Ariel looked around the camp for signs of her warrior lover only to find her sword next to the log Zeena had been sitting on earlier to sharpen its raging blade.

Ariel was overtaken with worry when suddenly Zeena came from the forest holding a rabbit that had fallen victim to one of her expertly set snares, "Look Ariel. Dinner" She said with a bright smile. Ariel looked at her in disbelief exclaiming," Zeena! You left without your sword??!!" 

Zeena looked over to her sword and shrugged saying "I didn't need a sword for such a puny rabbit, Ariel. Besides it was already dead." Zeena nonchalantly handed Ariel the rabbit saying, "I'm starved, are you going to cook this thing or what? Here I will skin it for you." Ariel watched Zeena cleaning the rabbit, astonished that Zeena did such a careless thing by not taking her sword. She was furious that Zeena had been so careless as to leave them both in a vulnerable position. Zeena handed Ariel the freshly cleaned rabbit, watching her place it on the fire and wondering if the bard had any idea what she was really doing. 

After they ate, Ariel looked at Zeena with a flare of contempt and anger. "Zeena what you did today was very dangerous. People are always trying to kill you and you are going to walk around without your sword?!" 

Zeena looked at Ariel and as innocent as possible said "It was just a little rabbit love." 

Ariel angrily replied, "Yes, and you could have been killed over a little rabbit. My warrior princess killed because she forgot her sword to go fetch a rabbit!! That's not good, Zeena." Zeena trying to act surprised at the angry outburst of her bard bowed her head saying she was sorry. 

"Sorry isn't good enough Zeena." Zeena looked into Ariel's emerald green eyes seeing anger, worry, and hurt just as she had in her own eyes the night before. Her little lover was now in her shoes and Zeena secretly hoped that Ariel would unleash her fury onto her...And she did. "Get your sword Zeena and bring it to me. NOW!" Zeena stood up almost alarmed at the tone of Ariel's voice. She had never heard her voice be so commanding or forceful before. When Zeena walked to Ariel with the sword in her hand, the bard told Zeena to place the blade of it in the ground. Zeena buried the blade securely into the ground close to the fire as Ariel instructed. Ariel looked deep into Zeena's intense crystal blue eyes and then licked the warrior's long neck up and down, finally biting it drawing blood, causing the beautiful warrior to flinch and moan deeply. Ariel then stepped back wickedly grinning, eyeing the statuesque warrior up and down with hungry green eyes. Once again she fixated on her lovers eyes as she sternly stood in front of the tall muscular warrior.

Ariel sternly commanded that Zeena get undressed, "Strip." Zeena stripped, allowing her leathers and under garments to fall to the ground at Ariel's feet as she stared in her lovers emerald green eyes. Ariel mesmerized by Zeena tall, naked, majestic body caused her to lose her focus for a moment as her tender lips parted releasing a slight gasp. 

"Yesss... Ariel..." Her lover's deep, seductive voice snapped her out of her daze as Ariel looked at the hilt of the sword and then looked at Zeena's hypnotic glazier blue eyes. 

"Take all of it Zeena...now." Zeena looked down at the bottle of oil that set close to the fire and then looked at her now stern lover. Ariel shook her head as if to say no. 

Zeena spoke saying," Don't cha think that's a little big?" Ariel smirked and said, "Oh, I've had bigger Zeena. You're a big girl. You can handle it." 

Zeena bowed her head saying "As you wish my love." Zeena stepped over to the sword, facing Ariel, and was about to sit on the sword, positioning it against her vagina. 

Ariel cleared her throat, shaking her head now saying "uh-uh, guess again Zeena." Zeena looked surprised and horrified thinking of being impaled by the large hilt of the sword without oil. Zeena kept her composure, as she once again bowed her head to the young blonde, smiling wickedly, intently watching her warriors' naked and muscular body firmly positioning itself over the swords handle. Ariel said, "Sit Zeena." Zeena took both hands parting her buttocks as she felt all of her muscles tense up as the sword pressed against her tight asshole. Ariel could see her warrior's leg muscles bulge and her lips shut tight, her face showing signs of strain as the warrior princess tried to fight back the screams of pain while the hilt of her massive sword tore through her anus. Zeena fought to control the cries of pain but as the sword violently tore through the anal membrane, her body began to spasm and her screams erupted into the night. A tear streamed down the warrior's cheek as she was now impaled by her own sword, by her own hand. 

Ariel was fixated on her lover's body being skewered by the huge sword that had killed hundreds, if not thousands of men. She relished the sight as Zeena eyes started to flutter and her strong muscular body heaved from the pain and pressure as the sword invaded deeper and deeper into her ass. Ariel commanded Zeena to stand, and the warrior obeyed. As the sword was released from Zeena's tight sphincter, she gasped, causing Ariel to shutter and step back startled. Zeena's knees were wobbly and her leg muscles strained as she stood before Ariel awaiting her next command. 

Ariel's green eyes looked deep into Zeena's beautiful azure blues and she said, "Do it again...faster." Zeena once again bowed to the young bard and shakily went over to the sword. She repositioned herself with her ass touching her swords hilt. Ariel ordered, "Look at me when you do it." Zeena gazed into those eyes and in one swift movement impaled her ass once again onto the head of the huge sword. She felt the sword raping and violently invading her ass, forcing her to cry out in pain, but never losing eye contact with her lover. Zeena could feel the warm blood running down her leg and the tears running down her face as the sword tore through her tight anal cavity, violating it painfully. Zeena was so used to being in control, but she needed Ariel to do this and she could only give in to her bards wishes since she loved her so. As Zeena sat on the sword, she felt her body tremble with the intense pain of the sword, ravishing her tormented ass. Her legs could no longer hold her up and she fell to the side with the sword still impaling her ass. She hit the cold earth hard next to Ariel's feet, almost passing out. 

She was on her side when she heard Ariel say, "Crawl...Zeena...crawl." Zeena was dizzy and disoriented but she knew what Ariel wanted when she felt the bard's foot in her back pushing her forward. Wearily, Zeena got on all fours and started to crawl as Ariel stood there watching her. The sword jutted out of Zeena's ass, pointing towards the sky as she crawled around the camp site. Ariel broke the silence saying,"Zeena, does it hurt? Do you feel that huge sword of yours raping your tight warrior ass? Answer me!" 

Zeena nodded her head as if to say yes.

"Is the great warrior speechless?! Can she not speak because of being ass raped by her very own sword?! I do this out of love Zeena..." Zeena continued to crawl as Ariel spewed her insults and degradation's until she was tired. Ariel ordered Zeena to crawl closer to the fire. As Zeena complied, the bard covered her hand and arm in the warm oil. 

Zeena, in an exhausted voice, pleaded with Ariel to release her from the pain but Ariel just smiled unmercifully said, "I'm not done with you yet." She then positioned herself behind the impaled warrior pressing on the sword ensuring it was embedded deep within Zeena's abused and bleeding ass. Zeena winced and arched her long muscular back with the sudden movement of the intended pain dealt by her lover. She then made a fist and pressed it hard against Zeena's dripping wet, hot sex. 

The degraded and defiled warrior gasped and her eyes widened pleading, "No please don't do this...Please Ariel I'm so sorry." Ariel spoke no word as she furiously drove her entire arm up deep inside Zeena's pussy. Zeena screamed and thrashed like a wild animal that had just been snared. Her back arched and her body convulsed as she screamed, enduring Ariel's painful assault. She felt the sword move as her ass swelled with every thrust of Ariel's arm going deeper and deeper. Zeena's cavities were so full that she felt as if she was being torn apart. Her screams became cries and sobs as Ariel's arm suddenly stopped still buried deep within her and the sword was now so tightly embedded in her ass that she felt as if it was in her throat. 

Ariel yelled at Zeena, "Never leave your sword anywhere. It is part of you. Do you understand? Never leave me, I am part of you. Do you understand Zeena?!" 

Zeena breathlessly said, "Yes...I understand Ariel...Please...no more." Zeena surrendered, resting her head on the ground and once again pleaded, "No more... please love..." Ariel, once again silent, rammed Zeena relentlessly with her arm, for what seemed like an eternity to Zeena, causing her body to shake and spasm like she had never experienced before. After Ariel saw Zeena fading and about to pass out, she delivered one last thrust that caused Zeena to heave. She then swiftly removed her arm which was covered in a pink, tinted wetness from Zeena bleeding from the cruel assault of her arm. Ariel ordered Zeena to crawl to the covers next to the fire. Zeena, barely coherent, struggled to crawl to the bedding. She managed and fell onto the warm covers. Her body was sweaty and her eyes closed. Raped and savagely taken by the small bard, her pain was almost unbearable.

Ariel sat next to Zeena, looking down as her lover lay motionless and exhausted. She suddenly realized that she couldn't have the warrior completely incapacitated in case of a sudden attack. She removed the sword from Zeena's ass, causing the sleeping warrior lover to stir and moan something to the effect of "Thank you my love..." Ariel gently washed Zeena's abused ass and pussy gently and lovingly applying the numbing salve liberally to the areas she had not long before assaulted with veracious intent. Zeena nestled her head against Ariel's thigh, kissing it softly, as the bard rubbed Zeena's aching body with her now loving hands .Saying "I love you Zeena." 

Ariel lay next to her warrior princess, covering them both with the warm blankets. Zeena snuggled into the young ones bare breasts, completely surrendered and owned by her love for the young woman. "I will forever love you Ariel. You are my heart." Zeena spoke lovingly and wearily. The two beautiful lovers fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms, under the starry night, with a better understanding of the other and the need and love they shared.

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Special thanks to Yoni Noni for her editing assistance.



Atonement! A-B



ATONEMENT! segment A

If there was to be any more she's have to make it up somehow. If she wanted him, if she wanted there to be a them, there would have to be an atonement. It wouldn't be easy, an uphill battle to be sure, but she'd just have to swallow it down if there was to be anything for them in the future. 

They had met originally in a bar across from the university one night when he was working. She was a student in her last year in the journalism program, but with a few months to go she was entitled to relax on a Friday night after a test on Integrity, Issues and Ethics. As mentioned he was working, but he in no way worked for the bar. At thirty-four he was a sergeant with the city police and his job was just to blend in and call-in. He circulated around the bar, mingled and used his young features and his general toned, healthy shape to really observe the celebrating crowd of students. As students pealed off to leave he watched them go and, if they appeared inebriated, he'd use his work cell to phone in or text a description to his colleagues outside who waited in cars and on foot at the mouth of the parking garage next door. 

When she struck up a conversation with the clean-cut, nicely dressed man he'd already helped net four intoxicated drivers who'd just barely started driving, before they got out into traffic. One of them had been under 21, even. 

He was easily 12 years over her age, but she'd guessed the gap to be more like six. At a college with many commuters it wasn't odd to her to find someone a bit over 21 or 22 at the bar right across Warwick Blvd. from campus. Her judgment might have been a little impaired into mistaking his age by so much, but she seemed nice enough for him to issue a friendly off-hand warning, "I sure hope you aren't driving tonight."

She smiled and pointed over her shoulder, "You, know what? It's Okay, 'cause my friends are right over, uh," she turned on the barstool, " ah, right over ... there. You know what? They already left, but it's Okay, 'cause I live just upstairs." She pointed straight up intending to indicate the student apartments overhead. Perhaps she was a little more than impaired, but it was going to be Okay , as she said – no driving.

She was by no means a chunky girl, but through her college years she had failed to lose her "freshman 20" pounds. Fortunately it was evenly distributed and she looked really good. She wore large framed glasses upon a nose that seemed a little big, but mature, and her cheeks, rosy from drink, still bore a little sign of extra weight. She was wearing a dark blue tube top largely held up by an ample bosom that he was estimating to be at least a 36 and on the border between C and D. Nevertheless she had to pull at the top of her top to tuck it securely to her armpits. This tube-top came down flush to the top of a fairly tight tweed gray skirt that came to her knees. When she moved around or turned her midriff exposed itself a bit showing a smooth creamy expanse of skin with a slight cast of yellow. He'd find out later that she was part European – part Korean.

Well, she sure was fun to talk to, but he was at work, and so he had to turn his attention to that from time to time. There were certain patrons, obvious drunks, he had been watching, and when any of them paid their tabs and departed he would turn his attention from her to his phone. Used to talking in code quietly to a walkie-talkie, he could transmit what he was doing – descriptions of the individuals and groups – without being too loud.

At midnight she told him that she had to leave and bid him good night. They exchanged names, she mentioned that most people called her "girly", and she let him know that she was glad he was good to talk to. She hoped to see him again and lingered looking like she had something to say. She opted for only, "Well, good night." Which went with a tug up on her top and a tug down to cover her midriff before putting on her jacket.

"And you're sure you're Okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I just live up here." She did already sound better composed that when she had first sat down.

The rest of his shift went by really quickly; it got busy as the bar cleared out. He didn't have time to really watch all the departures, and so he called in a lot more than he probably needed to. If the persons pulled over weren't drunk then no problem. They'd be on their way. The campus police chipped-in and they made a sturdy clean-up. He packed himself up at 1:45 as the bartenders were calling for official closing and last calls. When he got outside the chill of the air caught him. It took only a second to adjust and as he stepped to go he noticed that the bouncer, who'd stopped admitting new entries at about 1:35 – very by-the-book – had a line of at least 8 individuals trying to gain a last entry. "No really, my ride is in there", "I think I left my keys", "What do you mean it's almost closed?", "Oh, there he is."

This last seemed to be about him. He was a little shocked to see her step towards him from the line still wearing her tube top, skirt, and a wholly inadequate unbuttoned denim jacket. The way she bobbed, shivered and breathed frost told him that really she agreed that it was too cold for what she was wearing.

"I thought maybe I should come and get you to walk me home." 

"OK, but don't you just live up there?"

"Yes."

"So is something wrong?"

"No, but you seemed concerned that I was Okay so here I am. Walk me home?" It was evident that after two hours she was pretty much sober and level headed so he decided to cautiously watch her. He let her "lead him to her home". This entailed a walk around the block and then through a doorway that was not 40 feet from the bars entry. They climbed to the third floor and there she pointed to a door. "Here's me, do you want to check out my place?" She asked waving a hand underhandedly at the door. It was unlocked and slightly ajar.

"I don't know. Do I?" he said coking an eyebrow.

"Yes, definitely!" She declared it as she grabbed his wrist and dragged him in. She let go once they were in and she continued across the room in the dark to a light switch. She flicked the lights and gave him a moment to let his eyes adjust. "I have a roomie, but she mostly sleeps at her boyfriend's. Actually, this is the week she and her beau are gone – to the mountains for skiing."

"Uh-huh, well let me get that look around." He said, still letting inquisitive tones creep into his voice. It was a simple two-bedroom, two-bath place. Her roommate occupied the master bedroom, which had clothes strewn on every surface prompting him to ask, "Is this normal?"

ATONEMENT! segment B

He did think briefly about trying to look into the messy roomate's room until she stepped in close and placed her hand over his on the doorknob, "Yeah, she's a bit of a slob, let's just do this," and she pulled that door to. "Did you try in here?" she pointed at the other bedroom door. 

"Um, no. Again, should I?"

"Absolutely." She gave him a light shove toward the door.

"Really, what is it you expect me to find? Are you really concerned about something?"

"Sorta, you just check it out and I'll check out the kitchen." She bounced off before he could say another thing, and he resignedly opened the door. The light over the student desk was on so he could see to find the main light switch. He knew he should be concerned. He knew he was in the lion's den now, but he was intrigued by her energy at this hour of a night spent out. He did look around the room, which was neater than the last, though there was a high occurrence of panties on the floor inside of, and just in front of, the open closet door. Her bed had clearly been made at some point, but had its sheets turned back from one corner. Two books were open on top of the small desk with a magazine open across them. Peering around the foot of the bed he could tell that the glossy pages shone of a tall blond nude in a bed in a very white room trying out a good sized vibrator. 

"Ahem, officer, did you find something that concerns you?" She said from behind him. He was suddenly a little flush, as if he had something to be embarrassed about. 

Before he turned he said, "No just wrapping up," then he realized he'd not actually told her he was a cop. He turned to her in the doorway, starting, "Hey, how did you...?" but stopped when he saw her.

She stood blocking the door out of the room holding two open long-neck beers. She still wore the denim jacket and gray skirt, but the blue tube-top was rolled down to just above her waist. The open jacket allowed him to see much of each of her good-sized breasts, but not the ends – the tips. She moved forward to hand him one of the beers and the extension of her arm revealed the hang of her left breast and the faintest flash of her light pink nipple. She walked to him easily and pressed the cold bottle up against him followed by herself. She let him see that her ice cold beer was pressed against her skin just inside her jacket. "I had you picked out from back at the bar... Before you ask I want you to know that I'm 21, I'm in charge of my own decision and I want you." 

His better judgments raged, but he took the beer and took a swig from it. She was satisfied that this signaled his assent. She also swigged her beer and then wrapped a hand around his neck. She pulled him forward to kiss him deeply and raised her right leg up to his belt. The motion hiked her skirt up quite a bit and the smell of her arousal lightly filled the room. It was all he needed and his beer-holding hand wound around her as his other reached up into her jacket to find her breast. His wrist on her back pressed her in while his hand on her chest found her beer bottle and rubbed it across the face of one large breast and pressed it to her nipple. His forefinger on the inside of the bottle's progress felt her areola tighten as it fought the chill with a wave of heat.

She used the pressure of his wrist on her back to press away enough to raise her other leg. She was now basically straddling him as he stood, and her skirt, once down to her knees, was now entirely bunched around her waist. "I want you." She repeated and her kisses gained intensity – they were now almost face to face. "I want you." She repeated as she reached down behind and below herself to feel for his belt. He felt a bit of her warm wetness spreading into his 3-button shirt as she pressed her opening vagina against him. She slinked her beer down their joined fronts to unhand it, resting and chilling on her pubic mound. Condensation collected on her wispy hair that was trimmed to a slim profile above her pale pink pussy. Once she was sure it was held in place that hand, too, joined the battle to loosen his belt buckle. 

He noticed her litheness as he combined their beer bottles in one hand and move them to the desk be the necks. This let him move both hands to her back and brace her hips with his forearms. She slinked back a little more and he leaned forward. He now kissed her breasts since her jackets had fallen back to only be held on to her elbows. He cupped as much of one breast as he could in his mouth by inhaling, and she finally freed and pulled out his entire belt from its loops. Next she ably undid the button of his jeans and started snaking her hand inside. Though she had a little of the appearance of being overweight he found her no problem to hold up and she was certainly holding her own with leg and body strength.

He hand found his swelling penis and it took a leap the rest of the way to full erection. Arching the hand in his pants and tugging with the other finished loosing them, and they fell around his ankles. He fell back to land on the bed and she landed fully straddling him. Immediately she scooted back to rub his length between her labia. Already wet and swollen, she coated him and he slipped back and forth easily. She humped back hard and she forced him in all the way – and forcefully. She made herself gasp with a bit of surprise at her own eagerness, and a bit of pain at that.

She was tight on his penis, but slipped him in so fast and hard and easily because she was oh so wet. For his own part he wondered if he was harder, more engorged than usual – the thrill of this and her gasps told him maybe so. 

She sat upright on him and rocked back and forth, and she ground herself down on him to experience his full length. She gritted her eyes closed and pressed her chin to her chest as she went; still gasping tiny gulps of air each time she got him all. So far he had hardly had to move, so he reached up with both hands and slid his open hands gently over her extremely hard nipples. He suddenly had to ask, "Do you want condom?"

"Shhh, it's Okay." She said curtly through her held breath. She was pushing so hard now her face turned red and rumpled. Now he felt; she wasn't as tight as he thought, no, she was tightening well controlled muscles and loosening. Tightening and loosening. She was fucking him without even really having to move. It felt like a really deft hand or even the suction of experienced lips.

Now she fell forward to be held up by her hands. She slipped past his fingers as she came and she leaned in to kiss him hard. "It's Okay." She said again and after the next deep kiss, "Fuck me. Fuck hard. Oh, fuck." And so he did. While she was still grinding hard against him he managed to rear back enough to slap their skin together with some of his pushes. His vigor shocked her at first and her grip on his cock loosened so much that with the incredible moisture she'd made it almost felt like she wasn't there. Then she was back clenching almost every upstroke and loosening on his downs. She already moaned into their kiss with the first signs of an orgasm, and she loosened her grind-down on him to allow herself to rock with him. The rhythmic slapping came more often and after a minute her rocking became just a lazy flow. With her head lifted and her black hair flowing over face, neck and shoulders she let out some more open-mouthed moans.

Her arms became more rigid, but the rest of her continued its lazy rock which allowed them to really connect solid fuck strokes on every other up thrust of his hips. Her moans came every fifth stroke, then every third, then every other. Her grip below had slackened a bit and seemed to get looser with every stroke. She was so wide or so loose that he had lost the sensation of traction, but her moans and motions drove him on. He had slowed and let up on the power a bit, but with her moans at every other stroke now for a while it seemed something was needed now to bring her orgasm on. He slowly crept the pace back up and as her moans still came with every other stroke his motions made them came on faster and faster. Her open mouth became an open smile as he stepped up the pace and push.

"Yeah, ahh. Yeah, ahh. Yeah, ahhh!" came her tones. Although loose, his pelvic point on her clitoris was driving this moment, and so he really pushed one home and she collapsed on to him uttering, "Oh, oho, oh, oh, yesss, oh." Her pussy was clamped as tightly on him as he had yet felt it, and it ground him to a halt. It was so tight -- griping and loosening within – that she squeezed out some of her copious lubrication. 

*****

YES, there is more, much much more

I need to know somehow if it is worth my posting more, much of it is already written, but the effort of committing it from paper to type is a matter of .... is it worth my while. Would you pay for this if it came to it? If you were walking down the street and were hit with this, would you want more, enough?



Atonement! C



"Yeah, ahh. Yeah, ahh. Yeah, ahhh!" came her tones of orgasm. Although she was loose, his pelvic point on her clitoris was driving this moment, and so he really pushed one home and she collapsed on to him uttering, "Oh, oho, oh, oh, yesss, oh." Her pussy was clamped as tightly on him as he had yet felt it, and it ground him to a halt. It was so tight -- griping and loosening within – that she squeezed out some of her copious lubrication. 'How did she do that?' he thought.

She lay still, and he lay still for several moments as her upper body seemed locked firm and she silently screamed out her big orgasm. During this her fingers curled and dug into the blankets, her arms and knees dug into his sides and the opening of her vagina dug into the base of his penis. It began to hurt, but it lasted only a moment. She pushed herself down as hard as she could again onto his length and finally squeezed out the "Squeak!" of her orgasm. Then she got up and without hesitation took his hand to lift him off the bed. She first took a couple of steps to the door then stopped, moved around him to grab both beer bottles by the necks. Again she led him by the hand and he stalled only to ask, "What about your roommate?" 

"I told you she's out of town." She led him to the bathroom, and reached in to turn on the light. She handed him one beer and swigged hers and looked up at him through medium to long dark brown hair. "You're going to blast me off like a rocket, Mr.!" she said firmly and eagerly. To which he only had time to smirk and swallow a swig of beer. Then he was led into the bathroom, "... a fucking rocket, man."

She pushed his shoulder to show him where to kneel and on his way down she kissed him briefly. She pulled at his shirt as he got on his knees. "Okay," he said, taking the cue to remove it. When he emerged he saw that she'd let her skirt finally fall, and she kicked it free. He tugged at her tube top and brought it down to her feet, too. When he came up he was face to face with her pubic hair and parted lips. She lowered her beer bottle so that the opening pressed her clitoris. When she rocked it there a couple of times it brought her a shivering hiss and she tipped it with her moisture toward him. He took a swig and reached over to place it on the floor next to his own. Then he turned back to her pussy and plunged his tongue between her lips to her clit. Again she hissed and then ran her fingers through his short hair. He pressed it there a few more times and brought a hand up to play with her wispy, but kempt hair. He leaned back t admire the soft fuzz and pleasant smell – 'did she condition it?' – and he saw two beads of her own fluid run down her thighs. She tugged his hair to move him back some and turned herself around. Briefly her ass was by his face, but she lowered herself over his lap. He had time to notice how full it was, but not wide, and how smooth as cream. She hovered over him and grasped his shaft. She moved her hand up and down a couple of times just a couple of times to make sure he was to full, and she saw that, yes, the excitement and little squeeze had gotten him a bit larger that his usual. Holding the closed toilet lid she lowered herself directly onto his penis. Her pussy was now so slack that he could have sworn that he didn't touch the sides, but he was thoroughly wetted. He began to move again, slowly and gently into her. When he'd slid in with a wet smack about 5 times she put a hand on his knee and lifted off slowly again.

"You Okay? Want a condom, now?" He asked.

"No, watch this." She said in a light tone as she leaned back until her back was against his chest. He head met his shoulder and rested there. "This will do, you're wet enough now." He hand on his penis squeezed a little and it throbbed a bit bigger still. She pushed it back a little. Her free arm flexed overhead and draped down until her hand rested on the back of his neck. She rubbed the head of his cock between her smooth cheeks for a second and whispered, "OK, man, get ready to blast me off like a rocket." She popped his engorged head in. "Oh, ssss, Okay. Let me get used to it a moment" He heard a slippery wet sliding and felt a new tightness on his shaft. "Okay, Okay, just a minute," the sliding sound seemed to go on as she went quite slowly, but steadily onward. "Yes, uh huh," she gasped as she floored out; her rear touched his lap and she could get no more in. He was still easily two inches out of her because of their position, but this was as far into her anus as she thought she should go. "Okay, man, here it is. Fuck me up here like I can't be hurt, but... please don't hurt me."

"I'll try. Are you sure?" 

"Fuck it, yesss," she kissed his jaw and whispered, "Blast off."

To figure out what her was doing he used short slow jabs. There was a definite stopping point, a bend around which he didn't want to push; It stimulated the head as it tapped. One of his hands held her steady by resting across her belly. Any paunch was tightened by her leaned back, back arched position. The hand she'd used to guide him in was now free to take his other hand and guide it to one ample bosom. Their hands stayed together as she squeezed his hand around the breast and then showed him how to roll, pinch and pull the nipple.

After about a dozen thrusts, maybe more, she stopped wincing. "Aw, Yes," she whispered, slick sounds still accompanying the thrusts which he made slower, but longer – more exit, more enter. They alternated kisses on his jawline and her cheekbone getting faster until, as they met lips for one long kiss, she urgently said "OK, now go, fuck it, fuck me!" When their mouths joined again her squealing filled his cheeks. He began thrusting earnestly, and he felt every muscle in her body tighten. She broke the kiss to utter a series of short, open-mouthed, "Ahh, Ahh, Ah, Ah!" that grew to a higher and higher pitch. It did sound a little painful and yet...

"Are you ...?"

"Yesss," she said with a breathy burst.

'She came during anal.' He thought. He was a little surprised. This was his first time entering at the rear and there was much for him to feel his way through.

"Yess, yes, it's good, go, go!" She urged and added her own up and down motion to match his. He still felt the tip of his penis bumping inside her and tried not to thrust past that, but he wasn't sure that her own motions didn't force it. She wiggled with the approach of another orgasm and clamped a squealing kiss onto his mouth. This time she arched her back even more and "Eeee!" released the sound of her orgasm into his mouth. Without the kiss it surely would have been a scream. Her anus tightened so hard it hurt like it was cutting into his penis. He didn't mind the moment of pain, and he felt his head swell with new engorgement. He banged hard at the top limit a couple of times to which she said "Yesss!"

Still worried about hurting her he kept a steady pace instead of a fast one. She had dropped her hands from him and then slumped forward to drape herself over the toilet lid. He almost stopped, but lifting and lowering just her ass she encouraged him. He kept contact with her breast, but his hand from her belly now held and squeezed her shoulder. She reached over to one beer bottle to bring to her lips and take a small drink. Maybe it was his concern about hurting her or the tightness, but he suddenly thought of of how long this was going on, he was sure he could last to give her another orgasm or more.

He again lengthened his strokes to bring his head to the edge of her sphincter. He quickened them, too, allowing his pelvis to tap the soft, smooth buttocks which rippled with each impact. He was sure there was just enough there to keep his thrusts to what he thought was a safe depth for her. As it felt he felt that she was getting more than his usual seven to eight inches; maybe now nine. Was he poling a full seven inches into her tight ass with over an inch to spare? He saw that this was all still quite clean as he watched the motion of sliding in and then dragging out a little bit of her anal skin with each stroke. Had she prepared for this with some kind of cleaning?

During this part of the ass fucking they just kept time and matched each other's thrusts; they both had begun to "Coo," a bit as her anal muscles had relaxed. She was doing something with her hands before her, but he couldn't tell what it was at first. Her coos turned into a closed-mouthed on going "Mmmm," which rose and fell a bit off of their pace. It became a bit a bit faster and peaked shrilly and suddenly as she came again. But he kept rhythm still as she shuddered with her orgasm. She moved again to match his speed and he realized she must have done something to spring that orgasm up. He thought of the beer bottle and her clitoris.

He lowered his hand from her shoulder and kept a steady squeeze on a nipple with the other one. His free hand crept to her clit slowly over her hip as he leaned forward onto her gently. As he got closer he felt her ass, from the inside, getting tighter, then looser, then tighter again. The pressure came from the front, from her vagina, as if something pushed inside. Sure enough his hand found her labia parted by the still cool glass. She had easily gotten the longneck in and was pushing the shoulder of the bottle against her clit and the opening trying to find room for this one more thing. Now he could hear the beer inside slosh a bit and felt down the sides to find the bottle drenched. 'Her flow just doesn't stop,' he mused. He was just too turned on by her being too turned on like this and he sped to bring this to an end. 

His thrusts became shorter with speed. She began to gasp a little and then to say, "Uh, huh. Uh, huh." With their thrusts. She became very tight very suddenly and took both of her hands to hold the toilet seat as she hissed at another quick orgasm. The pressure released quickly and, he heard a clink as the bottle dropped to the tile. It clinked again and again with their motion as the lip of the beer stayed just within the grip of her muscular, though wide vagina. No one could free it as her fingers splayed at the edge of the toilet seat and his hands had come to grasp her hips. He was going to drive to the end, and that bottle ticking against the floor was the final egging on he needed. 

No more pacing; he began to thrust to complete this. For a second he did have to fight back an image of the foamy beer overflowing and gushing; first up into and then out of her.

"Yeah, yeah you want it ... to ... blast off..." She came one more time and clenched more on his cock. It definitely dragged his overexcited penis to the edge. Each stroke brought another pulsation – another throb – until the throbs became his rhythmic sign of cumming.

She counted them aloud, "Three, Two, One, Blastoff!" She cried as his first spurt shot deeply into her ass. His next fell on her soft ass cheek because she had turned quickly off of his dick. The next shot up her face cheek into her eye behind the glasses she still wore as she turned around. She got him into her mouth by the fourth pulse and she took his semen deep, all the way to the back of her throat. He shot four times directly down her throat stimulated by her swallowing each burst.

"Oh my God!" he heaved as she began suctioning and sliding up and down his shaft. Sometimes she took his head right up to the point of plugging her throat. He was struck almost motionless by her ministrations as she rode his cock with her mouth. So intense was her drinking suction that it kept him cumming into overtime. She siphoned more than he thought he had to give, and when she took him out of her mouth she showed him her tongue with a little well of cum on it. She giggled as she swallowed that last. She wiped her cheek and eyelid with one finger. After she licked her finger clean she returned to his dick. She tried to suck as far down as he'd had inside her anus while all he could do was sit back and thrill at the sensation. 

"What, what was that?" He had to ask.

"Oh, baby, that ship is in outer space." She winked and licked his length one more time.

"No, you put it in your mouth."

"Oh, don't you worry, this will clean up alright," She said. "Oh man, I've wanted to do everything like that for so long, oh!" She turned, still on her knees, to reach for the sink. A wash cloth waited there, and she dampened it and rubbed it on his cock. Still sensitive, it sent waves of thrill through his body.

She gave him the cloth to finish cleaning himself and stepped out of the room. The beer bottle had come out when she turned around, and it lolled onto its side emptying onto a bathmat. From the doorway he could see her get another washcloth from a shelf. Then she raised one finger to say 'back in a minute'. She stepped over things into her roommate's room to use the master bath therein.



Atonement! D



She gave him the cloth to finish cleaning himself and stepped out of the room. From the doorway he could see her get another washcloth from a shelf. Then she raised one finger to say 'back in a minute'. She stepped over things into her roommate's room to use the master bath therein. 

There lay the beer bottle that had come out when she rose up and turned around. It had lolled onto its side and still lay there emptying onto a bathmat. I couldn't believe that she had fit that thing in while he was firmly in her ass. Now, as he cleaned his penis, which was about limp, he thought of how many of these things he'd never done before. His body was still thrilling to the touch of the wash cloth whenever he touched himself with it. He heard water running and her gargling, then a spit, from two rooms away. He splashed water on his face as she came back toward the hallway. Her breasts hopped with her as she jumped over scattered clothes. In the hall she grabbed another washcloth and dampened it in the sink. She touched his belly then turned to the sink where she wiped her face. She had now removed her glasses. Next she wiped around her mouth, though surely she had already done that. While bent over the sink she let her butt gently brush his limp penis, which stirred a bit. She turned to face him and looked at him when she used the wash cloth for one more scrub between her cheeks.

"Oh my God, thank you. That was so hot, and you're so good. Oh, did ... did that freak you out?" She asked and then she lifted the lid of the toilet to then sit down.

"Uh, well... yeah a little," but he responded to her look with, "but God, it was so good. I'm amazed at what you can do. How do you tighten yourself like that?"

"I do an exercise called Kegels. I'll show you." She took his hand and lowered it to her still warm, but now dry pussy. 

He held back and asked, "Uh, what are you getting ready to...?"

"Oh, you spooged some in my ass, I'm just going to get it out. This will help." With her other hand she had gotten some tissue. She dragged two of his fingers to her pussy, right to the inside of the hole. She closed around his fingertips in a motion like light sucking, and then she wiped her rear with the tissue. She stood up slowly to keep his fingers inside her and gave him another three squeezes and a wink. "I'm all clean," she said in a deep playful voice, and he could smell the mouthwash. She bent over right in front of his penis and lightly brushed it again with a swing of her ass. When she came up she handed him his beer and dropped the washcloths in a nearby hamper.

"Thank you," she said stooping to pick up her clothes, "so much." Then she paused and let a thoughtful look cross her features.. "She gave his limp penis a couple of mouthy kisses on the head. After another pause she gave it one long one inside her mouth. He felt he could swell to fill her mouth as it rushed to partial erection. "Mmm," she said studying it. "Yes, thank you."

They went back to her room, and he gathered his clothes while she put her denim jacket on. She bent to put on her skirt as he turned to put on his underwear, and she had another thought. She backed her ass to him, and his interested dick sought her warmth again. With one hand she clasped the back of his knee, and she brought them together. His cock nuzzled in the gap a moment as it tried to rise. She hiked onto her toes and continued to press against him as his erection rose to fill her labia, the head pointing to her clit. He felt her open and verily chomp at him with her entry which coated him with her juices again. With just a little help from her hand she popped him back inside herself with an "Ah."

Because of their height difference she had to stay on her toes, and with both hands on her hips he had to lift a little to press in. Now barely on her toes she let out a little "oomp" as she was speared – held almost aloft with his hands and his penetrating member. Again she used her opening muscles to clasp on, and as he drew out their first stroke of this coupling he saw a tight ribbon of membrane draw out with his cock – just a little bit. His first thrusts were strong and deep – all the way and she issues another "oomp" with each. 

"Are you Okay?"

"You bet I am, just get it man, go," she said – the strain in her voice from trying to get her ass so high.

"What about condoms?"

"Just ... I got ya, just go."

He turned the both of them around to put her knees on the bed. She clambered up still keeping him within a firm grip. "Come on, go."

He laid in immediately with firm, deep and relentlessly steady strokes – each to his depth. She reached back and held her thighs and buttocks open with both hands leaving her face to rub the covers with that slack-lipped look that showed where her concentration was.

This was a straight forward event that soon had him wondering if she was going to be bored. His answer came with a series of high moans that climaxed as she did. Reaching a pitch sooner than before he quickened his pace and just as he started to moan she switched around. Twisting free of his grasp she whipped around to take him, again, throbbing into the back of her throat. She took all he had this way and swallowed every bit.

She got up from the bed and this time she did pull up her skirt but grinned at him. "Thank you for the bonus." She chuckled.



Atonement! E



She did manage to get into her jean jacket and her skirt, and they spent an hour or so on her roommate's balcony that overlooked Warwick Blvd. He had gotten dressed while she cleaned up again in the bathroom.

O the balcony, which was very narrow, they had to sit on the cold concrete floor -- her with her back in the corner between the raining and one wall, him against the opposite wall. Though it was cold she didn't want anything more to wear and stated that her "pussy wanted to cool off."

They both had another beer before them and smoked a couple of cigarettes each, which she lit for both of them. At first she sat with her legs together, crossed at the ankles, but eventually folded them which raised the knee-length skirt high up revealing her resting vagina. Fnally she settled for talking to him with her knees folded up in front of her legs apart, which fully exposed her to him again. Much of the time they sat talking he spent unable to look away and the attention made her a little excited again. He was looking when her labia moved, flushed with the thoughts of attention, and opened a bit. She acknowledged it was cold, but told him, "I think I enjoy just about every sensation that I get down there. I even enjoy this hard, stiff denim jacket up here on my nipples." She rubbed it two-handedly against herself to demonstrate. "Were you excited by what we did?"

"Oh, hell yes, I've never done some of those things. Are you sure taking me from your ass to your mouth is such a good idea, though?" He did let a crinkle fold his nose to show it had grossed him out a bit.

"Maybe not, but I read up on the technique on the internet. All the porn-people recommend an enema beforehand, and so I cleaned myself out before going back to get you. I decided before I got back here that you and I were going to have sex tonight."

"Wow, you're confident."

"Well, I decided I had to be if I wanted you up in here." She said touching her opening with the finger she pointed at it. "You get confident from a lot of self-practice; I guess if you can do this, you can fuck the man you want." As she said that she picked up her beer, took it to her lips to swig, and then lowered the neck to her opening. He watched amused again by her antics as this time she inserted the mouth of the beer and poured a bit inside. Staying leaned back she beckoned him over with a finger and put her hand on the back of his head to guide him down to her. He kissed her open-mouthed to her pussy and she poured most of the beer into him, much actually got on his chin. Then she clenched her opening tight and sat up and said, "or this." She pushed him back gently so she could sit up in a straddle over the top of the bottle by sitting up on her knees. Surely some motorists o Warwick Blvd. would see her ass, mostly bare, or some passers-by would even see her over the bottle as she poured a little of the beer back into it. She picked the bottle out from between her labia and raised it to take another big drink, "and then there's this," she placed it back between her thighs and scooted over it. Her hand deftly guided the tip of the neck back in and then moved down to steady the base, "Baby, a lot of stuff we did tonight was first time for me, but you know what? This ain't new."

She sat down on the bottle and it entered to the end of the long neck. 'Geez, she has a big pussy' he thought wide eyed.

"What's the matter? Haven't you seen a girl fuck a bottle all the way in her cunny before?" She said teasingly grinning and started pushing the bottle up into herself further. He knew, and felt, that she almost shouldered the beer bottle when he'd been inside her anally before, but he had no idea how far she'd take this. He noticed she had about 1/3 of her drink still in there. She closed one eye and bit her lip and looked as if it helped her concentrate. She pushed past the shoulders. Closing her other eye she lowered her head and backed the bottle out an inch or two and then back in. She repeated this a few times, and over the light traffic and very little breeze he could hear alternatingly the beer slosh gently and the squoosh of her moist pussy lubricating the bottle. 

With the other hand she swept before her to find his hand and led his fingertips to her clit. "Keep me going, keep me wet," she said almost plainly like giving some other instruction. After a few seconds of his thumb rubbing her clitoris and occasionally teasing her hole around the partly inserted bottle, she reinserted the wider part and about another inch. While still rubbing her clitoris to keep her juices up he felt her inner vagina trying to tighten, then her making them loosen. The convulsive motion made him think again of a chomping action. When she'd gotten the motions under control she slid in another inch with a decided "Uh, huh" sound. Still facing down at her knees she shook her head. She may have shook her head 'no', but her fingers said 'yes' as they gripped the bottle tightly to steadily work in another inch.

Now, she leaned back and took her legs out from under her. He reached for her, concerned.

"No, no, just keep rubbing here." She placed her finger tips under the bottom of the bottle and pressed steadily. "If I can get your big head in my ass I can get this little bottle up here." She'd lost the penetration to the neck again, but easily slid it back to where she'd left off. Most of the beer drained into her as she guided it up.

The rest of the bottle was new, unmoistened territory so she coaxed his ministrations, "You got it, keep it going. You're helping, Help me fuck that thing, oh, oh, oh. Ow!" She'd come to orgasm, "Ow. Ow." He froze what he was doing. She 'ow'ed each time her orgasm made her muscles pulse. He took the base of the bottle and made to pull it out, but she caught his wrist and stopped him. Still with eyes closed she sighed, "No, no, keep it going, we'll get this in."

"No, don't hurt yourself to impress me."

"Look," her eyes opened, "Mr., I've done this before, and it's fine. See I'm in control. I'm freezing, this floor is concrete hard, I'm horny and I want this bottle in my pussy. You gonna help me, Mr.?"

There wasn't much to say. He loosened his grip as her fingers returned to the nubby ring that made up the bottom of the glass. Most of the beer had squirted out with the pulsations of her orgasm and was dripping from his hand, her hand, the bottom of the bottle. 

Good to her word she got control of these orgasmic spasms and started to push again. Sometimes she would push steady and sometimes she would rock the bottle in and out while he, again, played with her swollen and stretched clit. It seemed to take a long time to get those last couple of inches in. He was shocked to find out what she meant by 'all the way in'. Still holding her mouth open and breathing deeply she pushed with her fingertips until the base of the bottle leveled with and disappeared into her opening. She let out an "ah" as she let her muscular ring, reddened and much used in a short span of time, close around her first digit. "More," she breathed as she pushed to get one more digit in. And she smiled at him, "Touch it, hold it in there while I stand up."

He pushed two fingers up inside her to his second digits while she took her hands away. With one she grabbed the ledge's railing and moved one of her legs behind her. Pulling on the railing lifted her to standing, and he had to keep up pressure to keep the bottle from being expelled by the motion. Once she was vertical he felt her tighten on his fingers again, and he slowly brought them out. The bottle stayed in but slid to just inside her opening -- the vaginal floor. He noticed the bulge as her body enclosed the longneck down to its base. Now he knew someone down on the road must have noticed. She stiffly walked them inside. Now, encountering the warmth she shivered and pulled down her skirt.

She pulled him close by the belt loops of his jeans and kissed him deeply. He could have sworn that he felt the firm tight spot of the bottle pressing against his erection. 

"Now, I know you've got to go home and stuff, but I want you to think really hard about everything you saw here tonight..." she said holding the back of his head with a gentle hand to keep his face close to hers. Another kiss, "If there's anything you liked, you wanna see again; we'll do it. Any ideas you got, any fantasy you've had; we'll do it. I'm willing to try anything you can think of..."

"Really?" He had to ask. "Anything?"

"Oh, yeah." She nodded keeping eye contact with him. "I've been lonely and horny, and little girl toys aren't going to cut it anymore." A pause and then she said demurely, "I want that cock in your jock chock up in my sock." Then she kissed him sweetly. Near the door she made him write down his number and wrote hers down for him. "Call me and see how fast I jump on it." When she straightened up from writing at a doorway table, though... "Uh, oh, oh," then a gasp and he heard the slick sounds. She'd forgotten to hold herself stiffly and had to scramble to reach up into her skirt to keep from dropping the bottle. She held it up, still wet and with a drip of beer left inside and chuckled, "I'll try to leave some of these cool for you." 



Atonement! F1-2



Atonement! F1

"If there's anything you liked, you wanna see again; we'll do it. Any ideas you got, any fantasy you've had; we'll do it. I'm willing to try anything you can think of..."

"Really?" He had to ask. "Anything?"

"Oh, yeah." She nodded keeping eye contact with him. "I've been lonely and horny, and little girl toys aren't going to cut it anymore." 

That conversation and their experiences that night set his mind to ticking and the line that she said demurely, "I want that cock in your jock chock up in my sock." Drove him to draw on his fantasies to fuel a healthy sex life for awhile. Suffice to say he started out freaked out, but his frisky intrigue out-weighed anything his sense of the weird could whisper in his ear. They began meeting, at both their places, and had highly exploratory sex, but as he moved to night shift it didn't happen too often.

Still they were both satisfied with the level of their intensity. This went well without them even having discussed the nature of their relationship. They did eat out together a couple of times and shared a certain unspoken monogamy, it was thought, until a snag came up. Then another and another.

Technically much of what they did together -- actually all of it since they were unmarried – was illegal in their state, but unlike most of the time; time spent with her was off-work for him. Not the same could be said for her and her burgeoning career. Almost a month went by before it came up. His shift captain brought him a copy of the student newspaper from two weeks before, turned to an article featuring ... his name and picture. She, as a journalism student, contributed to the student paper. The article, authored and credited to her, detailed his night reporting potential DUIs from the across-from-campus bar. They had screwed each other's brains out and she still had the wherewithal to write up his operations, with name, rank, and photo. The article did present a positive light to the police trying to keep the roads safe, but still it was obviously a warning to all on campus to watch for him at the bar. It blew his cover. He'd been planning another similar operation, but obviously that was going to get dropped. Then there were questions. His captain was unhappy and wanted to know whom he'd talked to about his operation. He hadn't actually told her about his activity, but the story quoted some of the drunk drivers who were out on bond. She had ultimately put it all together herself; impressive, yet harmful, potentially, to his position.

Already set in his mind that there would be a discussion about this, he set about figuring out a good time for it when the next issue came about. He read the city newspaper regularly and one day, the weekend after, he spied an article about the police department's upcoming activities. She hadn't heard it from him, but it seemed she did write a little bit for the city paper for profit. Whatever the sources it did blow the department's effectiveness again and it directly mentioned the sobriety check that his division were going to have that week. This forced another redirection of resources and activity, but it was nothing like the third even almost a week later.

To fill out his activity log after so many blown plans in the papers he was sent as a part of a pair to watch for regulation coverage at a gentlemen's club. It was ladies' night, it turned out, and the male revue usually did a good job of following the rules. Tonight was no exception. During the first round the male dancers did what was expected in a state where revealing too much was forbidden. She turned out to be the kink that, unchecked, could have gotten the establishment in trouble. Only having dressing rooms for females the club had had to convert the men's rooms to dressing rooms for male dancers. During the early act a couple of college girls in front had created a sensation by kissing each other, and one of them kept reaching for certain dancers' crotches. Contact had been made and once the female had managed to hook her fingers in to the dancer's brief. The "shorts" were pulled hard enough to rip the material and spill out one large penis before the crowd. An extra round of cheers went up among the ladies assembled, but no others crossed the line and the dancer dutifully excused himself to the restroom/dressing room. The DJ called out a reminder to the ladies that the rules were for look-don't-touch. The club did all it could, the dancer was in the right; all that was left was to contact the woman or women responsible and figure out what to do from there. His partner signaled he'd do that, so things were still going well until a bouncer approached him with a new situation. 

A young woman from the front of the crowd had just followed the last of the dancers into the dressing room where preparations were underway for the next round of the show. He headed that way across the crowd to see if an arrest, technically necessary, needed to be made. This took a few moments as much of the crowd was moving towards him and the rest were standing still. By the time he reached the men's room door his partner called him to say he missed his "perp". Suddenly the sergeant had a suspicion that both situations came from one in the same. He pressed open the door.

Two of the dancers, still in their spanky pants, came out past him holding hands; a thinly veiled industry secret. The scene did not reveal itself until he came around a corner, then before him all was laid out quite plain. Three of the male dancers stood around a lone woman with very dark hair down to below the shoulder. Other dancers stayed in the stalls perhaps knowing that she was nothing less than trouble. She was dressed for it. She also, just then, knelt to the floor for trouble and next spoke for it, "Which of you needs a fluffer for the next act, then?" One well built man stepped closer to her right, and that brought his string bikini to almost her nose. She started by turning to face him and by raising one hand all the way up to caress his well toned pects. The woman appeared young enough to be in college and had the appearance of a tiny bit of extra weight. The hair still shaded much of her face, but her outfit had opened at the center with the raising of her hand to allow a side view of one large, creamy yellow half-asian breast. The shiny iridescent one-piece outfit was very loose-fitting in a way that was meant for such revealing moments. It was backless, flouncy and included a mid-thigh skirt, but right now its most revealing feature was the cut of the front which descended in a V from shoulders to about navel. With no space for a bra and nothing to stay it the sleeves, when raised all the way up, almost had to force appearances of even full breasts. Even in its normal position a lot of cleavage was put out there.

The hand caressed its way down the man's pectoral and abdomen muscles, and one of the men in the stalls yelled, "Kick her out, Tony, before there's trouble."

'Too late.' He thought as he stepped fully into the bathroom. Her hand arrived at the man's sole garment and pulled free a pretty large hunk of meat that was stirring to life as the assembled watched. She wrapped her left hand around the base as Tony declared, "I think this bitch'll really do it." Her right hand came up to finger her longish black hair behind her ears. Her mouth, held pouty, opened and slid right onto the largish head.

Damn it, he should have known that she'd arise to complicate things again. But what did she think she was doing now!? He finally gathered himself and stepped forward, automatically moving his jacket to reveal his badge. He stepped into view of Tony first who exclaimed, "Aw, shit!"

Thinking he was mentioning something else she closed-eyed nodded her head, mouth still full of Tony's head and she applied the suction. She opened her eyes and wound up with her face right by the badge. Wide-eyed she suddenly backed across the restroom floor. Without her glasses it took her a moment to focus her eyes so his face swam into view slowly, then she also declared, "Aw shit!" herself and with her right hand slapped her own forehead.

"Tony, you're getting ready for your show and nothing else, understand?"

"Y-y-yeah, yes sir." The exotic dancer turned, tucked and headed for a stall.

The sergeant fought being too angry to keep up an appearance, and he grabbed the scantily clad femme by an elbow to get her to rise to her feet. By the arm he convincingly escorted her from the bathroom and out across the floor of the club. Just out of the bathroom door someone beckoned to her, and she yelled over her shoulder, "Lynette, I'll call you in a few minutes."

"Did you do it?!" came a further cry from Lynette.

"Let's say you owe me $25!" She replied. He rolled his eyes at this and kept the pace to the front door. He stopped her at the door and showed her to a pair of bouncers. 

"This young woman is being ejected from you establishment – please ensure that she does not reenter for your code-compliance."

"Yes, sir." Said both and one, the bouncer who'd told him about the bathroom intruder, approached them and informed them further while he wrangled her out of the building holding her elbow and patently not listening to protests about her jacket and her purse. A moment later they were at the side of the building and he moved her toward his unmarked police cruiser.

"So, a bet, is that what it was? A bet?"

"Well, yes, well a – a dare." He had let go of the elbow to propel her towards the car and place her inside the front seat. 

"Sit here," he looked at the front of the club for his partner. Then he went inside for a moment. He gave a sign that all was OK, but that he'd be at the car for a bit. 'OK' was the signal back. He could also see the infamous Lynette with two purses and two jackets in hand. He waited a moment for her and she recognized him, "Hey, what the hell do you think you were doing with my roomie?!" She pushed him towards the bouncers. He fell back only a foot then took his ground while again showing his badge. Lynette gawked open-mouthed and asked, "Is she in much trouble?"

"Well that depends, if one of those is her purse maybe you'd better follow me." He led her to the car where Lynette could see that her roomie was Okay, though she was about to cry any moment. 

"Okay, you know what she did, she didn't mean any harm by it, I pretty much put her up to it. Is there any way she can be, like, not in trouble?"

"What's it to you? From what I gather you were both making quite the scene in there. Not only were you 'all the rage', but some of your antics were the kind of thing that loses a place like this its licenses."

"What, oh my God?!"

"Well, that's why they let, even ask us to come through." He said, "Maybe we should get a little more level-headed and all sit down." He opened the backdoor of the police cruiser for Lynette to sit down.

Immediately there was an exchange of , "Lynette, I'm so, so sorry."

No, no, I think I got you in trouble," then as he got into the driver's seat, "Look, what can we do or say here to keep my girl here out of trouble?"

"First, let's not jump to things like that," he said and let a pause slide through the air, "I need first for you to know what could have happened back there. You," pointing at her, "could have cost this place its business and liquor licenses in one fell swoop. That's why the business came to me to let me know something was wrong."

"Oh God, I suppose we just didn't think." She said and she looked at Lynette then back to him. "Look, yes, she dared me, but I could have said'No'. So she's not to blame." 

"Well, there's more, seriously. Things like that get crowds worked up. This could have become dangerous if one of those customers had been a male who really responded to that scene you put on at the front of the crowd. He would have followed you out of here – or even some other woman. That's another reason to have police on the premises and why rules on these clubs are so strict." Both girls stared at him agape. "So I need to know that you get that and will be more careful in the future."

"Oh, God yes, yes." Both agreed.

"So for you," he said pointing at her, "what sign can I get from you that you are willing to atone for tonight's antics? In fact," he leveled narrowed eyes, "there are a few items of police business I need to discuss with you."

Her eyes rolled up, "Oh, I am so sorry, I'm so mad at myself. Oh!" The teary look was still in her eyes belying the truth in her words.

"You, you're him. Hey, oh my!" Lynette realized now the significance of their meeting. "Look, what you saw in the bathroom is so not what's up, really she's into you!" Lynette spoke fast trying to impart the importance of her words. 

"Oh, so you know what we do or something?"

"Yes, I've told her about us." She said sheepishly. "Look, I'm so sorry about what you saw back there, I ... I don't have any good excuse for what I did. I should have known I would wreck things ... it's stupid, but I do ... just ... oh, I just fuck up. I know we haven't done anything to commit and all, but I don't want to stop what we do."

He had barely thought of that yet, but here it was ... Lynette started in, "Yeah, don't be hurt by this, she didn't mean anything about you.

"I ... I'd do anything to know you're Okay with us and all. You want me all to yourself; Okay. You want to hear me say I'm sorry; Okay. You want to punish me to show me what it's like, sure. I just want what you got, baby."

He looked oddly at her, then at Lynette in the back seat who nodded with a sincere look on her face. As she saw him settle into thought Lynette added... "Hey, give me a minute to explain something."

He used the car to call his partner and ask if he was Okay. "Yeah, you?" 

"Okay here, real tired; I might bug out." Are you Okay with that?"

"Yeah, I suppose – it's real tame in here now. You're on extra innings anyways. If I need the car, how will you get home?"

"I'll get a cab in a minute. Let me check out with the management."

"10-4"

"Okay, you two, we have to leave here, but you explain something to me in a minute." He left the car to check out with the club owner. Upon his return he told them to give him their keys. Lynette handed him the keys to a late 1990s Toyota, and they all departed the cruiser for that. Not wanting to worry about alcohol impairment he offered to drive, and they took him up on it. "I still think I should tell you something." Lynette added.

Atonement! F2

"Okay, you two, we have to leave here, but you explain something to me in a minute." He left the car to check out with the club owner. Upon his return he told them to give him their keys. Lynette handed him the keys to a late 1990s Toyota, and they all departed the cruiser for that. Not wanting to worry about alcohol impairment he offered to drive, and they took him up on it. "I still think I should tell you something." Lynette added. He didn't reply as he started the car and guided it out of the club's lot, but going in the wrong direction. She turned to look at the club and reminded him which way the university was, but he was already pulling into another parking lot only a couple of addresses away.

"Okay, Ms. Lynette," he said pulling behind the building of an abandoned gas station, "what is it you think I should know?"

"Well, can we talk about it alone?"

They got out of the car and walked around it, and in hushed tones Lynette laid out a story about what was powering her roomie's behavior. It seemed Lynette had stolen her boyfriend some months ago, and now the other girl had seemed strangely driven. She was mad at Lynette at first, but had changed. Now it seemed like they would keep the friendship going, but she always acted like she had something to prove to Lynette – how to show her up, take her dare, maybe be more macho. She then explained that the girl in the car desperately needed what she and he had. She had talked about it, enjoyed that it was so informal; spontaneous yet dependable, and seemed to have worked out many of her frustrations through it. "In short, when she says she'd do anything, she means she'd do it. In her condition right now I'll bet she'd be happy to hurt if it made you just keep fucking around with her. It gives her something she can have – she'd even share you just to have you." When he thought he understood he went back to the car – Lynette walked to the trees surrounding the building on three sides and lit a cigarette. She waded into the woods to find a spot to pee. 

He climbed back into the car to find that she was a little upset about what had happened and was still, as Lynette had emphatically stated, willing to do anything to keep him around. She reached for his leg and rubbed hugh up very gently. He took her hand and held it, but took it off his lap. He explained that he'd stay as she wanted him to, but shied away from offering her more. "You're right I think I need something from you. I'm not sure yet what it will be, but if you really want what I can give you'll have to let, or even help me, come up with something. I'm not just talking about tonight, I'm thinking about the articles in the papers, too. I'm talking about some acts of ... atonement. Do you get me?

She nodded and even smiled a bit.

"Now, I have to gather Lynette and I'm going to ask her something else, Okay?" When she again nodded he stepped out of the car and started to look around for the other girl. He remembered that she had stepped out of the lot and into the trees, and he could still smell her smoking so he followed what he thought should be her path.

It had taken her awhile to find a spot comfortable enough to pee, and so she was still at it when his shadow entered the trees about her. She was still leaning back against a medium sized tree with her slacks down on her legs in a deep sitting position when he could see her well enough to know she was there. The last of her urine was done by the time he was within a foot or two, and he asked what she was doing.

"Oops, sorry." He said when it became apparent, and he started to look away.

"Hey it's Okay." She replied and in waving her hand to gesture that same message. Lynette's hand reached him and stayed his turning away. 

"Oh, Okay, I came to ask if you had any ideas on what she needs to do for me to seek my forgiveness."

"Oh, I think she wants you to put her through something. That way," Lynette was now trying to unbalance herself from the tree to eventually stand up. This was hard as she hadn't pulled her slacks up yet – nor could she with the tight angle of her bent knees which were even with her shoulders. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he began to see her form. She was a bit taller than her roomie and much slimmer, skinny even. He was also beginning to be able to see her exposed vagina. "I think I can think of some things, be a dear," she held up her hand for help finally. He let her get his hand, and she pulled too hard and in a wrong direction. This rotated her on her feet, but with her pants binding her knees she still couldn't get up and wound up kneeling. She landed fully on her pants and still couldn't pull them up yet. Her flouncing around in the dry grass and twigs kept them from really hearing the car door gently closing in the distance.

Lynette was still nowhere near able to get up and so she tried reaching up again and hooked his khakis right where his shirt was tucked in. Seeing she was still having trouble he grabbed her wrist to help, but she didn't push up yet. Lynette's cigarette, held between her lips during all this movement, had smoked and ashed in her eyes when she fell forward, so she paused to take it out of her mouth and stayed there blinking a moment. They were still in this position when the other girl's creaking through the brush caught up with them. As light from a car filtered past through the trees her angle of approach showed her Lynette's bare pale smooth ass. She also saw how close before him the girl was kneeling and that her hand was at the waist of his pants, holding on by the buttons. His hand appeared to be even directing hers.




Atonement! F1-2



So this was what it was going to be? She internally, silently decided to accept this punishment. This was to be a part of her atonement. And if accepting it meant participating or helping, "Okay."

They'd frozen in their positions when they heard her rustling close to them and now she stepped around the tree that Lynette had leaned against to piss. She stepped right up to him and said, "Okay," again. Then she took the work out of Lynette's hands. She was right up against him, but the woman who'd been bold and forceful weeks before was like a diminutively demure girl looking down submissively and right away unbuttoning his pants. 

"But wait," he said.

"Okay," she cut him off, "if this is it, then it is." And she loosened his pants a bit, "I'll be fine." And she took Lynette's cold slender fingers from his belt line to snake them into his underwear. Were it not so dark she'd have seen that her roomie wore the most open-mouthed, shocked expression of all. The reality of what was happening changed suddenly, though, and something clicked. She stepped back to Lynette's pee tree to see what was to unfold.

Before she had accepted what was changing or what her friend had done with her hand Lynette's fingertips met with his warm and stimulated penis. It was far from erect and so just then it seemed to move into her hand. Curiously her hand closed on it. He responded to the cold thin fingers of the thin wisp of a girl with a fresh surge of warmth, and his penis gloated to full erection suddenly. He was taken by surprise by this a little and reached up with a free hand to the top of Lynette's head.

Thinking that watching this unfold had to do with penance, the sad journalism student knelt by the tree to be a spectator. She felt she was here to see how it felt for him to walk into that bathroom at the club to see her ministrate to that dancer, Tony's, cock. Though feeling it was inappropriate to do so, she did still wonder about that thick member and now she felt a stirring under her flimsy outfit. Not for the first time, she thought of how the cold air, though it was biting, couldn't prevent her horniness; she mused, 'Maybe there's something wrong with me.' Nevertheless she reached down to her thigh and rubbed the hem out of the way on the way up to her crotch. The stirring there brought the first beads of wetness to her panties.

Lynette felt the hand rest on her short bobbed brown hair and stroke once. She mimicked that gentle stroke on the cock in her hand. His hand then slid from her crown to her nape, and she let her hand slide from his head to his base with fingers encircling but barely making contact. He responded with a moan.

Unseen his first stick bead of semen began to well up at the opening of his head and there it waited a moment while Lynette stroked two more times while feeling her way into how to go about things next. Being taller she could reach his penis very easily compared to her roommate. Without urgency she brought his penis free from his underwear and caressed the side of her face with it softly. That was it; even though it was approaching rock hard the skin stayed silky soft and she wanted it on her skin. She smoothed in on the side of her face, pressed it against her cheek and slid it there with her mouth open a couple of times depositing and spreading his first drops of moisture on her cheek, earlobe and hair. The third time she rubbed his rod along her cheek she let it pop free of her face to wave before her still open mouth. When it stopped moving she graced it with a kiss that surrounded the end of his head.

The 'smack' of that kiss sharply filled the still woods and brought the girl kneeling against the tree sharply out of her reverie about a big dick in her mouth to focus her gaze on that decent-sized dick that her roomie was starting to slide into her own mouth. Though he fingers now played with her clit through her panties some part of this sight was still punishment, she realized. A piece of her heart was allowed to drop as she taught herself that this was he might have felt when he saw her slutting it up for Lynette's amusement. Her cheeks felt hot and a tear squeezed out. She again thought of how incorrect this must be while the other part of her fingered her undies aside and rubbed two of her fingers against her warm, wet hole. 

Lynette was enjoying having her hair gently teased as she gently teased the cock head in her mouth with her encircling tongue. Something told her that was enough, though, and she suddenly laid in the suction. His sensation was that of having juices drained out of him as through a straw. Then just as suddenly, before he could gasp with pleasure from that first sensation, Lynette let the suction fire his firm penis right to the back of her mouth. He felt himself ram the top of her throat and she slurped two breaths of air around him before pulling back. She held his dick up before her face again and said, "Oh my God, you're right. This head is real ... big." Lynette returned it to her mouth with a slurp and began working tight-lipped up and down the shaft. Sometimes she let the tip brush her throat again and again. She knew where she wanted this to go, but marveled at how to get it there; would it work?

'So is this wrong?' thought the spectating girl as she plunged her two fingers into her hot wet pussy. 'Maybe this is," she mused and she allowed herself to think of her hot, wet hole slopping around the fingers, but stared at her roomie's lonely, probably cold and obviously little cunt as it swayed before her. Then she looked back at the oral caress 'her' cock was getting. She admired the tranquil face he made looking up, but a new thought crossed her mind. This was exactly what she'd seen when she caught this little bitch stealing her boyfriend. Suddenly, for her own punishment she needed to see more, but for some other more visceral fulfillment she knew what she needed to see. She slipped a third finger into her own hot stick mess and hissed, "Baby, fuck her face, yeah fuck her face." He looked over at her and she nodded, "She can take it, fuck her face." She was right, she knew because she knew what her ex-boyfriend bent to. That was how Lynette stole that one, by doing things that back then she herself couldn't – back then. But she'd been working out, building up, training herself and that little cunt could do what she wanted to this man, but she wouldn't get to take this cock away without a fight; she could take it back now. So go ahead she thought, "Fuck her face." Her free hand now climbed up to work and roll her left nipple – the extremely loose top offering no protection from her own heavy handedness – this oughtta hurt.

Lynette knew this would be the work up as the man's hips joined in the motion of her lips, mouth and head. Girly was right, she could deep throat without gagging, but this dick was different. This was the widest she'd ever sucked before and she knew it would stretch her out when she got it down ... but for now there was the problem of getting that hard head around the bend of her throat. She took her fingers off the root and reached around to cup his ass to help his motion. She knew he'd need extra 'oomph' to get what she wanted in. So when she heard "Fuck her face." She agreed, but wasn't entirely sure how it would get done. 

As he added his efforts to what she said, her instructions, he felt Lynette brace and gently push at his butt. He wasn't sure how much this girl but was assured "She can take it." So he let the pressure do the work, let Lynette draw him in. She moaned pleasure on his cock, but now those moans met stops as he obstructed then cleared her breathing in turns. Then Lynette stopped him. Pushed back and held her own head still, too. She took a deep breath – very deep – and slid him, with suction, right up to the point where his tip blocked her throat. She then added more pressure to his buttock and rocked her head in circles; working, working. She worked it until – pop; it felt like he popped his head through a narrow opening – and why not? She reached around his ass with both arms now and pressed even harder. She lifted herself up a bit more to line her throat up and now slid him the rest of the way in. His eight inch penis was now all the way in her 4? - 5? Inch mouth, and well into her throat – her nose smushed against his belly.

"Now fuck." Came the voice from over by the tree and he tried out a little thrusting motion. He felt cool air slurp in past his penis as Lynette was able to breathe a little as long as he could move. His out-strokes allowed he halting exhales, and his in strokes allowed intermittent slurps of inhale. Her tight throat applied constant pressure to his dick, and the cool rushes of air brought him to... to ... to, oh God a tremendous orgasm built inside and his engorgement snapped the girl's throat all the way shut. He met resistance trying to pull out to cum and even pulled her off her balance as her throat initially refused to let go of his cock head. Building pressure stung, but it felt like his cum wouldn't pass the point where Lynette's tight throat gripped his head. This moment lasted but two seconds, but being cut off from air stirred a panic in both and Lynette coughed him free. She steadied herself by leaning on him and she felt a hot wad of his cum burst into her mouth. She felt a hand on her back and her friend say, "Don't, don't you swallow. I want it, it's mine." She tried to nod and keep her mouth closed over the end of the pulsing dick to collect every bit. No, no swallowing, no. A little more, it really was a lot. More, it seemed like it would be enough to fill her mouth, more than most men shot. "Ah," he sighed, which both girls took as a sign that he was about done. The larger girl had slid up under and now supported some of the weight of the slighter. Lynette released the penis which then taped the other girl lightly on her face. It made a wet sound as it stamped her glasses with a skin of cum. Lynette clamped her mouth over her friend's and allowed the warm syrupy load to drool out of her mouth. She stirred it out with her tongue and then frenched it around in the other's mouth. Another couple of spots of semen seeped out to the girly's hair, but she paid no heed as she thrilled at swishing he prize mouthful around and swallowing a bit at a time.

He still stood agape still letting his ejaculation wash over him and now stroked a different girl's hair. She reached up and kissed his penis and soaked even more of his sticky drops onto the skin of her face. She felt Lynette loom over her and the little woman's crotch was right there over her. Her height was just right to meet his still stirring penis and so she edged right in. She slid one leg up his flank and his middle-erect penis flopped down again to wave about in the scant space between one woman's mouth and the other's vagina.

Wondering if the maneuver was spiteful or malicious she reached up and licked the tiny cunt above her, parting it for the first time that night. Lynette had taut little labia buried under curly hair that she trimmed but never fully shaved off. Lynette let out a little sound as the cold air touched her now exposed button of a clitoris and cooled the moisture that had gathered at her hole. She knew instinctively that things weren't done, but she sure as hell was going to have some input.

"You want this, you little bitch?" She said quietly as the pair above her kissed, "Not until I have my say." She held his penis and reached up to guide it, now about limp, into her mouth. 

For his part he kissed, he reached up into the littler woman's blouse and discovered her small, but firm and almost sharp breasts – titties, they'd have to be called – and at the same time he felt his dick thrilled to be manipulated by another warm, skilled, hungry mouth. Moaning of two women reached for him from the two directions in the dark. The woman below him, milking his cock back to solidity, continued probing her own pussy roughly with three fingers – now slipping in a fourth.

Lynette, though 22, appeared to be the younger of the two women owing to her slimmer frame and young face. Actually, her titties did complete that image, too. They were there and unpon seeing in person or touching they were obvious and well shaped, but through most clothes they hid. She usually had to rely on the rest of her figure and nice, though also diminutive ass, to demonstrate femininity. Or she could do what she was doing now. Her desire to be looked upon as an attractive girl sometimes led her to be a little quick to spread 'em – which was why she did what she did to steal her friend's boyfriend. It probably had something to do with why she was doing this tonight.

She had selected her top – a thin, loose, metallic-colored sleeveless t-shirt – because it showed off one feature about her breasts that she did like. When she had erect nipples they really made points, and the material of this top would really hang up on them. In fact, he was noticing, her nipples could get so hard that they tightened all the skin on the rest of Lynette's breasts. He broke off their kisses to reach down to manipulate with his mouth, too. He almost unnoticeably had begun bucking his hips a little to compliment the work being done on his dick as the mouth of the other girl slid up and down one side and then down the other. His hand's raised Lynette's blouse now and allowed his mouth to go to work on one breast. The light fabric clung to the nipple of the other breast, enhanced by exposure to the cold air. One moment he bit and sucked at the nipple to marvel at how hard it was, and the next it was interesting to try to fit her whole breast into his mouth. Surprisingly, though close to her chest, her breasts were wide enough at their bases that he couldn't do it. He moved to the other breast leaving the first poking out from under a fold of fabric. One of his hands went down to play with the hair of the woman who now suckled the very tip of his penis. He definitely was getting ready again at a surprise rate. He used a gentle push on her head to get her to let his penis in, and he slit it to fill much of her mouth. She didn't feel ready to deepthroat as hard as Lynette could so she hoped he didn't press the issue. She was able to get him to accept her gently sucking strokes that took in about half his length. She worked this a couple dozen times while he smoothed her hair, but then another hand appeared in the small space between crotches and face. At first in her hair, then at her chin, and then finding purchase with her own fingers Lynette had reached down seeking his cock, surely hoping to see if it could be made ready. Little did Lynette know it almost was. She heard the kiss above break off. Surely her lithe roommate was looking down to plan her next maneuver. 

Here it was. Instead of using two fingers to encircle the cock she wanted, Lynette wrapped he bony hand around it. This made less of it available for her friend's mouth on each stroke. As the strokes went on the hand gained another inch until the other's mouth could almost be pried of, could now only tease the head. This was worth a whimper of dissatisfaction that went unheeded.

Lynette made her move; with one leg cranked up against his flank, Lynette's crotch was high enough to accept him. She slid her hand down to the end of the shaft and effectively evicted her greedily kissing and slurping roommate. Hearing a whimper told her she'd gotten her way. Lynette took over stroking him then pushed him back just enough to take him in. She coaxed him along the right path and lined him up with her little labial slit. A couple of strokes and he should be right in. It was not to be. He did rub along her freezing crotch and effectively brought rich moist heat (the moisture of her friend's lips) and with a bump he parted her inner lips, but he was solid and his head was bigger than her hole was used to. A second bump still thrilled her clit and wetted him down more, but only his tip dared peek inside. Then a new interference arrived; a new hand from below filled her labia. Her roommate wasn't ready to see this penetration and interposed with her own plan. Girly's recently freed hand now rubbed at Lynette's clitoris and rolled in her juices to spread them. It was nice and a thrill, but in effect blocked the entry of when she really wanted. Lynette was so surprised that she let out a girlish little "Ah, ha." Encouraged by the sound she reared up between rubs to administer a spank to the nearby tight ass. To this Lynette again bucked and made her little squeak. A new thing occurred to her though. 

Her own four-fingered action below was having its effect and if it was to serve any purpose then she would have to focus on it for a moment. Her thumb, the only finger not buried and writhing in he hot cunt was working her clitoris, but now she edged it too to her opening. While still rubbing Lynette above, she slipped her thumb in at her own hole to form a cone of all her fingers. The rubbing and entering of a narrow to thick to narrow to thick sensation brought her to a small orgasm which she announced with a repeating moan of "Ah, ah, ah". Her hand came away from Lynette's tiny pussy above as she folded over forward with the pleasure and heat at her belly.

Lynette capitalized. She broke the kiss and slipped out of the fingers caressing her nipple and, keeping her leg high, she turned. This brought her little ass against his belly and his crotch to face her pussy from the rear. If she let her leg down it might lower her features and take time, so she rested her foot on the nearest available perch – her friend's back. Lynette had kept a hand on the desired prize and immediately slid it against her open slit totally filling it again. In one moment he brought his hips back and bent around her soft smooth ass and then thrust dead on target. Her pussy, with leg up and bent forward was in a position for tightness and denied the inside view to anymore than his very tip. So his thrust pushed her forward and now her foot, just resting on her orgasming friend, pushed hard and she put most of her weight on the friend's shoulders. Moans of orgasm became a muffled grunt as she fell face and mouth to the leaves and twigs below. His second thrust got the head in with an audible 'slip' and Lynette let out with another "Ah, ha", this one with a bit of surprise and a twinge of pain. Oh, she was wet and her pussy was ready, but she was oh-so-petit for him. This was no trick of muscle control; Lynette had tight twat.

His first attempt to slide up barely gained an inch and brought her weight down again on her human foot stool, whose glasses fell off. That one's first impulse was to yell, "Hay! But, remembering that she was being punished, took it in stride. She just turned her head to the side and rode out the shame with her orgasm and continued to milk her sticky cum with all five fingers. With a 'slush' she let her knuckles crown, "Ah!" she uttered.

Lynette had troubles of her own which she declared with, "Ah, ah, oh that head is, is, is too big!"

"Are you Okay?" he leaned forward to cup her pubic mound and the front of her labia, "Do you need me to stop?"

"No, ah" she said feeling so full that she felt she had to keep her mouth open. "Oh, my god," when she realized he'd stopped, "Oh, no, gotta, you gotta keep on." She pushed back against him and before he could step back had pressed another inch inside. "Ah, yeah just fuck me, fuck me," He responded with another press, "Yeah, splitting me, fucking split me!" Encouraged he began his rhythmic thrusting, but still only maxxed out at about four inches inside. His each thrust was met with a high "Ah!" of pain and pleasure mixed. "Oh god, you gotta go deeper, more!" Her hands grasped back to find his cock still at least half out. "Baby, ahh, fuck my pussy, ahh." She pressed back more and as he bit in for another inch he flet the pent up well of her moisture 'squoosh' around him and squeeze out of her. His rhythem now brought a steady stream of "Ah, ah, ah" from Lynette's locked open mouth. Each time he did seem to gain another little bit.




Atonement! F1-2



The woman on the ground beneath them brought herself up to fully fisting and although she thought for a moment 'this is crazy', she let the tears roll down her cheeks with quiet submission. Lynette's weight was off her back so she could roll her face to her glasses and use her hand that was not deeply involved to push her head up off the ground. Still, the lighter girl's heel rested between her shoulder blades. More quiet tears.

"Ah, ha, Uhh." She heard from Lynette, repeatedly for the next three strokes. Then silently, with tightly squinted eyes, she mouthed "fuck, fuck, fuck," He'd bottomed her out – or rather topped her off – whichever expression fit better. Her fingers still lightly supervising his progress could tell that he still had a bit of cock to go, but she had no more room. 

He could feel the end of his penis stopping up and asked again, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, get it, go, Owww! Go!" He started a faster pace and was met with more of Lynette's trademark "Ahh, Ahh, Ahh!" Now faster with every stroke. This threw her off balance again and she pressed on her roommate's bare back again. "Oh, baby, split me in half, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh!" So on he drove. Weight under her moved and the other girl pushed back and then moved away, rolling onto her back – but still keeping her fist rolling slightly left then right in her pussy with a gentle smacking sound. Her back scratched on leaves and twigs and then she realized she'd rolled onto a single stem of thorns. Her free hand gently knocked Lynette's heeled shoe off. It didn't matter for suddenly the slighter woman's orgasm sprung on her and she last her stand as her knee buckled.

"Ohh, Ohh, yeah." She yelled as she felt for the ground to guide them down to. It was a controlled fall of knees bending, then going down on one knee, then finally crouching to doggy position. This was a feat and almost led to separation, but for the tightness and contracting of Lynette's orgasming pussy. It did let a lot of him side out except for the head. Held tight but for a second it saved their bond for the moment it took for both to settle on their knees – across the chest of the other woman. Little breasts were cushioned in their fall by generous ones. He resumed motion in Lynette's taught hole and had to regain depth with about five thrusts. Again she commanded, "Oh baby, split it, split my pussy." And he resumed the fast pace.

Pinned by their thrusts she couldn't raise her hand past Lynette's body, so she clutched at her own wrist with her strong pussy. 'The little stealing bitch hasn't got that much on me, she can't do this much,' she thought, "Don't, don't call him baby, you piece of ass, and when he cums, it's mine. I want it, Okay?" She whispered when she found the little nymph's ear.

"Oh, yeah, you got it, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh!" She answered aloud. Lynette's next orgasm crept up from the depths rising from her womanly center to overtake her head. "I, ahh, I can't take, ahh, much more of this. He's gonna rip meee apart, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh!" She smiled when she heard this 'I already tamed this beast' She winced against the pain as she turned a bit at a time to fit under Lynette so that each was face to the other's crotch. One more hike and she could see the spot of penetration. While she watched she could see a bulge move back and forth above her roomie's pubic bone. Back and forth – back and forth, it – it was the outline of his engorged dick head deep in her again slamming home at the top of her vagina. Her tiny twat was so totally consumed by their copulation that her little button clit disappeared against his shaft on the up strokes, and her lips even seemed to curl in. With its appearances she licked up to meet her friend's clitoris, then slid to lick along the seam under the remaining uninterred portion of 'her shaft'. For the first time she tasted her roomie's juices and noticed they were different from her own subtle taste. The hand in her own pussy, at one point in up to the wrist, slowly slid out now covered in her own moisture. She felt both members of the linked pair stiffen then; they were both going to cum soon. Her licking spread from one to the other and back again with each movement. "Ahh, Ahh, Ahh!" exclaimed Lynette. She reached up with her wet hand and found the back of Lynette's head and grabbed at her hair. She rolled her hips up and lowered her friend's face to her own steamy, open, used feeling pussy and insisted with her pressure that they meet. Lynette still couldn't seem to close her mouth "Ahh, Ahh!" So she literally smothered the girl's face into her pussy to muffle her cries. The sound and pressure started her next orgasm. 

Lynette's orgasm was almost over when his started – her wiggling and tightening finally pushed him over. As with her throat fucking earlier, his cum load met with resistance from her tight strangle hold. Yet it was not enough to completely hold back the superheated load. His cum completely flooded Lynette's vagina making his thrusts fill the cold air with a distinctive slopping sound. Then his thrusts were squeezing his thick load out of the exceedingly tight pussy and some fell onto the other girl's face. The light splashes of fluid awakened the girl on the ground from her own orgasmic distraction. Again drops of semen landed on her glasses until she repositioned herself so that she could lap his cum directly from the shaft each time it emerged. He sighed again and again even after he stopped pushing as her ministrations on his wet cock had just begun. She heard one more "mmMmm." From Lynette during his orgasm as his pulsing and squirting must have rekindled hers. 

It was time for this to end – she left Lynette to her oral work and had a mini orgasm from the little woman's squeals projecting directly into her pussy. This was also a first taste for Lynette and, and, and she decided she liked it. Her tongue plunged right in. Meanwhile she used her free hand to work his penis out. Fir the first seconds it seemed his head would seal them together, but quickly he softened enough to bend directly into her mouth. One of his last jerks dripped to her chin. Then he was inside being sucked – she imagined him to be a straw, and she did manage to extract more of his flavor while her roomie got into the spirit down below. 

Then she licked her friend's vacated hole. As she suspected, and the taste confirmed, there was still plenty of his cum to be had there. In the gloom between the two lovers she could see ... Lynette's vagina was still a bit agape and drooled cum lazily. She reached up with a hand to slap her roomie's pussy sharply, once, twice, three times and heard a "mMm!" muffled into her own depths. The gapped hole contracted slowly and squeezed out the rest of the desired load into her hungry mouth. "Mmm, say it's still mine, say it's still for me, baby," she moaned. She reached up again, but not in time to stop another drop from her glasses.

"Oh, you know it, but I still don't know if you're done working off damage done." She took his whole, softened penis in her mouth and held it there as her roomie's licking brought another thrill to her own abundant pussy. She trilled aloud, vibrating his member again. Bruises and thorns on her ass outweighed concerns about cummy glasses, but she couldn't see very well on the way back to the car and they both had to guide her. Once home, clean and being gently scrubbed in the tub she allowed herself to worry about what she'd endure next to keep her sure thing around.



Atonement! G



Arriving at her apartment that evening he noticed her shiver and worried a little so he decided a shower would not do. Soaking in the tub would ward off any bug, hopefully, that came knocking at her door. He had started the water running and returned to the living room to find her dozing on an old gold colored love seat. Knowing he'd be lowering her into the tub himself he bent to change her position to one that he could pick up easily. He took her glasses off and then to the kitchen sink where he rinsed off the drying semen deposits. When he returned to the living room to set down her glasses Lynette entered the front door having just finished parking the car. She also looked tired, and she looked upon her friend sleepily lazing on the chair. As he stood there she walked over to him and edged into his arms for a hug. She looked up and whispered "Thank you." And then put her arms around him and moved up into a kiss. They muffled the sounds of their brief make out to the tiniest smacks as lips parted, then Lynette stepped out of her heels. When she bent to pick them up she pressed against him with her hip and rotated a bit so that he felt a bounce against his crotch from her soft cheek. She left it at that and went to her room, leaving him with a raised eyebrow. He decided that he should attend to the shorter girl. He moved her hair away from the back of her neck and was able to get it clear of the neck of her outfit. The floppy iridescent one piece was loose enough to pull that back out from behind her to free it from her neck. This loosened the whole top and exposed her breasts entirely with ease. Her hair falling back into place showed him that a few strands of her dark bangs were encrusted in semen. It would surely wash out, but it was rock hard for the moment and it made him think. The idea for the next step of her atonement sparked then, but would need quite a bit of work. Okay.

She sleepily reached out and took his left hand. Without opening her eyes she brought it to her face and stroked it on her cheek ending with a kiss above his knuckles. He started to rise, but was stayed when she didn't let go; instead she used her tongue to stroke the space where his middle and forefingers met his hand. That was new, but the moist warm pressure raised his arousal again. He let her do this almost a minute, but had to gently stand erect to go and check the tub.

He rounded the doorway to the bathroom and saw that the tub was already full enough for a bath. 

"The water's perfect for her." Lynette murmured.

His second realization was that the tall thin girl was in the bathroom kneeling by the tub with a colorful bottle of bath oil, and then finally he caught that she was entirely naked. Now that he could see the roomie's whole form he was reminded of a sports car -- built for speed. Her gently swayed back brought accent to her soft butt resting on her heels. Her small, sharp nippled breasts were projected forward noticeably by that curvature, too. He was stopped in his tracks, taken aback. She looked up at him with her eyes -- that is without raising her head -- and slightly parted her lips with her tongue while he asked, "He, Hey, uh, what're you doing? I mean in the woods was hot and..."

"And," she cut him off, "It's just the right temperature," she put down the bottle and dipped her hand into the water. "Come see."

He peered around the corner back to the living room where she for whom the warm bath was intended lolled in her doze. One hand had fallen across a breast, cupping.

"Come see," he heard again, "and shut the door." He did as she bade and knelt by the tub where she still traced slow figure eights. 

He dipped his hand in and found it was just right. Her hand smoothed against his and with her other she poured her peach-red oils. The colors revolved as the water from the tap mixed the oils in and she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I don't want to steal you from her." Her little voice tickled his ear. 

"But what are you doing now, then?" he asked. 

"I, well, I got a taste of that big cock in the woods, and I want it, too." Still in his ear, "I want you to wreck my tiny pussy. It makes me want to gape all over you." 

"But..."

"Shhh, I know, but you know what? I think every girl needs it, a big one like yours. Every woman needs a few good poundings with what you've got. If she can handle you she's a real woman. I need what you've got, and I know she does, too. I'm willing to share you. I don't want to steal you. I just want to fuck you, so..." She turned off the tap and repositioned herself, "...get to it, please."

He was slow on the pick up as he needed to make sense of this. Lynette's new position with her bare ass out for the taking spoke volumes and made his loins cry out. She was resting her head on her arms on the side of the tub and looked back at him with one eye open. Her small back was straight now and he could see one breast hang ever so slightly toward the floor. Mayeb a little impatiently she rocked her ass to left and to right a tiny bit as though her sex sought him out. Or perhaps it beckoned 'where are you?' "And if ever you think you'll stop giving it to her," Lynette purred, "I'll keep you coming around -- if not for her then for this."

He touched her back and started to glide over her skin. "Ah, that's nice baby, but don't waste our time, jump in for a swim."

So he tok off his pants by rolling on his butt on the floor. "Fan," She said curtly and he reached up to flick on the switch that would drown out some of the noise. He pulled his shirt up and off while she said, "She'll sleep through anything, I even felt her up once, but let's just be cautious."

As he finished undressing he had to ask, "You felt her up, in her sleep?"

"Yeah," her tiny ass waved again and she repositioned her knees turning her legs out a bit which rolled her taut labia into view. Her lips were so tight and pert that her clit and inner opening peaked through. He placed his hand on her hip and started to poke with a finger -- he wanted to test the waters, so to speak. Rocking to the left her ass carried her twat away from his finger, "C'mon no time. Don't worry about my being ready, get in there. Anyways, yeah, David talked about how wet and wide she gets and how soft and big her boobs are, so I had to see. Are you there?"

"Yes," he replied as he used his hand to hold his penis up while he set it against her opening. There it rested a moment, even with a little pressure he bent a little before it started to slowly part her labia more and open her vagina. 

"Okay," she said breathily as if getting set to concentrate on a task. Her pussy was not ready -- not nearly moist -- in contrast to how her roomie's would have been. "Okay," as he kept trying to push in, "Okay." He backed off a bit to stroke hoping to spread some inner moisture. "Noooo, just push it iiiinn." She had stopped him from rearing back with her hand. She reached back for him from underneath and grabbed his shaft. "Nooo," She was now pushing back against him steadily, "just go iiinn." She strained as he did what she urged him to, but pushing forward gained him only and inch or so. Then his penis bent as if he'd topped her small pussy off. They knew from before there was more room and she greedily moaned for it. Her hand left his penis and snaked around seeking his wrist. She pried it off her hip and pulled against it. Her urgency and tightness combined to stoke his desire and duly his cock throbbed wider still just as she pulled in more, and she moaned more, "oooh, Ooohh! Yesss." She hissed between her teeth and she pulled harder saying wreck this pussy, go!" And he just kept trying to press in. "No, fuck it, go!" and he took the cue to begin rocking in and out. Still dry around his cock the motion pulled and pushed her whole form. As he did gain a little more ground her button clitoris was folded up mostly inside her hole, and that finally brought a hint of her lubrication. To this point they both thought they'd come out raw, but now he could feel a little slide. The slippyness spread down from her inner recesses and within a minute he was full sliding at her opening. Though she was a bit raw, she wanted to get him in dry, to feel the hard rub and let it add to her sensation. Now, though, she was just enthralled at the fully engaged sex and she started "Ah, ah" with their mutual strokes. Then she raised her torso up and held herself up that way, with her straight arms on the side of the tub. His first thrust in this position banged against the top wall of her stretched vaginal sleeve, and she peaked an immediate orgasm that surprised her into a yell, "Ah, Ha!" Her eyes and mouth remained wide open. She collapsed after two more thrusts to lean back onto her crossed arms on the side of the tub. He first felt, but now could see that, though he was fucking into all that she had, at least an inch of him still could not fit in. "Fuck, baby, fuck it up, fuck fuck fuck!" she chanted with each in-stroke, taking no heed how loud she got.

"Hey," he hissed a bit, "what about..."

"Don't... worry... she... asleep... not... gonna... wake...up! Stays... asleep." She answered with each bouncing stroke. She had begun slamming her ass up and down to help his strokes and in each head-on collision of these long strokes he felt his shaft pounded back at his own body as he crashed into her final wall. Another dozen of these strokes and he felt his orgasm being coaxed forth. Her tight raw twat drew it forth as if pulling it hand-over-hand with a rope. She raised up with the side of the tub again to be fully spired and mounted on him. She came again and held her position, pressing pressing pressing as hard against him as she could. "Ow, Ow, Ow!"

At that third 'Ow' he managed to stop and take hold of her with concern.

"No, Don't stop!" she said with her head cocked askew, "OK, ow yes, ow yes! Ow yessss!" She was hissing through her teeth again, and she trilled at her second orgasm as it leapt into her. She felt him engorge again, felt his every blood vessel raise, felt his head swell and immediately her orgasmic waves radiated from the place where they were joined. This time his throbs drove each wave of warmth through her. She could feel each thick emission escape his hot cock and squeeze around his shaft as his thrusts picked up again in rhythm with his pulses.

She open mouthedly said a long "Ahhhhhn" with a hiccuppy hitch of sound as each of his slowing thrusts still landed home at the top of her narrow space. His last thrust came and she basically sat in his lap. No longer using her arms nor even really using her legs his spear held her aloft, but lowered her gently as in a moment it softened. She slid onto his lap facing him and put her arms around his shoulders.

"Hold me tight, tight tight." And he squeezed her firmly around the middle. "Oh" she received his grip and as it loosened she said, "One of these times I'm going to get that thing all the way in, ooh I promise." And she frenched him while purring "Mmm." A few moments of that and she rose from his lap. "I'm going to get it in up to here." She joked drawing a line with her hand that came to her nipples. She was still standing but bent over to reach the hot water tap which brought her hind parts close to his head as he was gathering his clothes. He had a clear view of the rawness at the tops of her thighs and around the inside of her lips. She had turned on the water to warm the bath kindly for her friend and didn't see him watch with awe as he body movements closed her gapped pussy. She suspected he was watching. He pulled his shirt on while she reached down to scoop the cum that was ejecting from her closing hole. As he pulled his pants on she licked, "Mmmm," it off her fingers at length.

"Is it really that good?" he asked with an eyebrow raised not realizing that she was making a show of it for his benefit.

"It is after a good hot fuck." She wiped her labia again and brought it up to her face, but hesitated. She giggle and strutted her long legs over his sitting form. Prancing with a big grin and laughing, she was pursued into the living room. There, what she was thinking of that was so funny -- it made her even double over still holding long cummy fingers away from herself. He caught on as he saw behind Lynette the sleeping half-naked roommate. The latter had moved only a tiny bit; her right hand now cupped her right nipple a different way and her legs were now splayed a bit. At his moment of 'ah-ha' Lynette's eyes widened, as did her mischievous grin. The sleeper stirred, lolling her head and pinching her nipple between her fingers. Her mouth opened a bit, but her eyes remained shut. She continued to roll her nipple absently as Lynette, a perfect nude prankish nymph, raised one finger to her lips in a silent 'shush' and pantomimed large tiptoes across the rest of the room to her sleeping friend. 

"No, no!" he mouthed severely. Seductive and sultry as the pose was, he was sure she didn't deserve this sort of rude awakening, or this kind of midnight sleeper's surprise. 

"Oh, yes!" with a big nod came the mouthed reply. Another "TeeHee" escaped her lips, and she put on a thoughtful face. 

He tried to creep nearer to stop the shenanigans. She stopped him with a wave of her soaked fingers over the form in the chair. She put a finger up with an idea. The finger turned and pointed dramatically, and Lynette's form bent to comedically follow it, until it nearly touched her intended victim's boob where the fingers gave one more gentle roll before resting. 

"No," he mouthed again. She pouted teasingly and stood hand on hip. She used that hand again on her own crotch to gather more of their mingled juices which she merged into her other hand. He crept closer. With a grin she lowered her messy hand to near the place where the sleeper's splayed legs held her jumper dress open. He stopped and waved his hands before him and Lynette pouted again. A barest touch of her fingertip on the sleeping beauty's thigh brought a round of activity. She lolled again, moving a hand to between her thighs and closing her legs on it as she turned to her side. Her mouth moved as she murmured something, and then she stopped with her mouth poutily pressed open.

"Ah, ha" whispered Lynette sharply as she suddenly moved. He moved to stop her and grabbed at the backs of her elbows. Too slowly, too late as Lynette got her hand to the pretty little mouth and tipped the glob in. The young lips parted and face turned, sensing the touch, to receive the slippy load. As the spry nymphet wiped her fingers clean on her friend's lower lip both lips rose in an instinctive gentle kiss. He got Lynette's waist and hauled her off her feet and she giggled and kicked. This time she was louder, and as he pulled her away they both stopped in place as his preferred nymphomaniac again shifted, smacked her lips and stirred more seriously. Her hand rode up her thigh and pushed up the hem of her outfit until it contacted her pubic mound. Her breasts jumbled together and her lips moved, "Mmm, it's creamy, mmm." She kissed space with her goopy lips and started to lick them. Dreamy, peaceful softness moved from her features as her eyes experimentally opened, but caught sight of nothing. He put Lynette down, and she bounded off giggling, naked to her room. He swatted at her rear, but she pranced away. More sound came from the sofa, and he turned to see hands sleepily rubbing her crotch and fingering her lip. She stirred more when she tried the stuff on her mouth and really opened her eyes. She rolled it around in her mouth and said "He- ... hey!" around the glob. Not angrily, but confused she sat up. "Did ... did you do that?" She puzzled, still not disposing of the load, but looking up at him.

"No," he tried, "it was more a prank by Lynette." Who giggled again from her room. She swallowed it finally as she looked down to meet her exposed breasts, where one nipple was hard, and her hiked up outfit. "Hey, are you sure?" She looked at him and sort of brought her legs together and crossed her breasts with one arm.

"Yes, look I've made you a bath, and I was coming back to put you in it, and that's when she smeared your lips."

"Oh, um, oh." She rose a bit and he reached for her. "I could use a bath -- little bit cold," she shivered again and stepped forward and pushing encrusted hairs off her face, she let herself be led. Fortunately she was still too sleepy to question where or why Lynette had a wad of semen to play a joke with. She glided behind him like a spirit and stepped high to allow her flouncy iridescent raiment fall past her ankles. "Did, did you get your rocks off on me on the love seat? I mean, it's OK if you did, but did you?"

"No," this information was good to know, "just Lynette playing a gag." He helped lower her into the tub, where she sat squinting in the bright light. 



Atonement! H



He helped lower her into the tub, where she sat squinting in the bright light.

"Turn off that light and hit this light." She pointed. As he did so it seemed to allow her to relax. She slipped down into the warm water and lay back pressing the water level up high. Her breasts noticeably buoyed to the surface and seemed to bob a bit of their own accord. To allow her slouch she spread her legs curling the feet beneath her rump. She closed her eyes and sighed, "Mmmm." as her sores from their outdoor adventures soothed.

He looked around for soap to help her bath along and heard a flurry of activity behind him. Before he could look that way he was struck on the back of the head and neck with a 'poof'. It was a towel and washcloth that fell to the floor behind where he crouched, and another giggle faded away with the sound of prancing footsteps.

He now had the tools to give a proper bath when combined with the liquid soap on the tub. He lathered up the washcloth and began with her buttocks which she raised a bit for his hand and the cloth. Then he attacked the faint muddy brown on her knees and rinsed out the cloth. When lathering up again he noticed her breathing deeply and sighing softly -- she hadn't opened her eyes yet. He proceeded to soak the back of her neck, under her chin, her shoulders and he noticed her feeling softer and softer. He moved to her lower legs and massaged her feet with the cloth. He was sure she was asleep when he was done with her feet. He then dabbed little cupped hands of water at her bangs and wiped at the washcloth to unchock the dried residue from those strands. It needed to be done twice, but then it was gone without a trace. He thought again of his plans for her atonement -- a big final sexual deed that would clear her to him. That is not to say that there was a plan, but he felt the stirrings of one at this moment.

Then there was a stirring, a hand gently stroking his own bangs into his part. Lynette bent far over from beside his shoulder to his ear and whispered, "touch it." She nodded at the place where the bathing beauty's legs, spread for the tub, met.

"What, nooo."

"Really, touch it." She kissed his ear, "She's not going to wake up. She'll only wake up if you call her name or talk right to her." Lynette's fingers in his hair dropped to his shoulder and pointed to the little trimmed landing strip of soft hairs that waved in the water. "You'll see," her hand slinked down his arm to the elbow.

"But,"

"You heard her, she's fine with it," She pushed him forward from the elbow and the washcloth was directed slowly down the closest nude thigh, "and I want you to." Then the hand and washcloth met the pubic mound. For a moment the sleeper stirred and a sleepy moan escaped her again gently parted lips. She rolled the back of her head against the hard material of the tub and closed her legs. It was brief though, she'd done it to slip her nearest hand under her rear. Her hip rotated back and rolled her creamy thighs apart again.

"See," Lynette chided, still purring into his ear. For his part his penis was rousing as if wondering what else he'd have to endure this night. Tight spaces and constriction had made the head sore. "I know I told you I wanted you to fuck me, but I want you to fuck her more than me. I don't want to feel like a home wrecker anymore. I want you to really want her pussy. Here..." She prodded his elbow again and pressed him to stroke the soft floaty folds with the wash cloth. "Isn't it nice?"

"Yeah"

"Good, rub it." She came around him to sit facing him, but off to one side to not block his work. He saw that Lynette had 'dressed' -- baby blue panties, a heart at the spot where her pubic hairs puffed beneath, topped by a thin strapped ribbed baby doll that only clung at her nipples. They were again firm and the impression of their sharpness was enhanced by their press against the material. "Rub her and please keep her feeling nice. My girly really wants you." She then quietly watched his face while he smoothed the other woman's vagina.

He'd already parted the labia, and mostly played with her clitoris and occasionally the resting form responded with a quiet sigh of a breath. 

"What?" he demanded as he was watched. She said nothing but shook her head in an expression that said 'oh, nothing'. He wrapped the washcloth around a finger to tease it around the inner labia and watched sleepy hips move around to help his circular motion. He pressed in a bit and her head rocked back. Her lips opened a bit more absently looking more seductive. He pushed a little more in, but did feel a little awkward. 

Just then Lynette, no longer quite whispering, said "Her boobs need washing, too."

A little relieved of the pressure he took his finger out, but noticed that the vagina grabbed at the washcloth. About an inch of it within -- it stayed. He leaned across to the liquid soap and lathered his hands up. As he sat back on his knees he could see out of the corner of his eye that Lynette has brought two fingers down to her panties and had snuck them inside. She already stroked herself and was sucking on her bottom lip while her eyes fixed him sidelong.

He rubbed one of his hands along under the large buoyant breasts, after months he still marveled at their size. They moved about in the high water and bounced softly on his hand. He used his other hand now and soaped her left breast, especially the front and its wide nipple. He felt the nub harden against his palm. His other hand cupped up onto her right breast and she brought her hand up to cover his. He moved around to a position to soap her mound, but her hand stopped him and rolled his fingers around until they grabbed her nipple. That one rose to pert attention, too, and she pulled his hand until her nipple popped loose. The whole breast sloshed with the water making even the wash cloth wave loosely.

"See, she's into it?" Lynette cooed, still rubbing inside her panties. "Oh, man I'm sore, this is burning up." She kept going a bit more while he pushed water over the massive mammaries in his care to get the soap off. "I know you want to get her out -- I'll help you, but ... feel this," Her other hand took his and led it to her slim, but creamy thigh. It was still red at the top and she was right, it was hot. As he touched she hitched a little, sucking her lower lip back in. A little orgasmic look wrinkled her brow and she let out three high pitched notes, then sighed. Lynette slumped back against the tub and grinned up at him. She rotated up to face the tub on her knees, reached across her roomie, and added, "She'll get cold again soon." When her hand arrived at the foot of the tub she tapped the drain closure to make it pop up.

Lynette's lithe figure was again before him and he noticed how the slope of her back again pouted out her tight rear into the air and pushed her nipples more noticeably against the baby-doll top. The bottom of her panties read 'heart-shaped'. He placed his hand across her slim back at the top of her panties and she stayed across his lap a moment longer. She turned her head to look at her friend's naked form as the water steadily drained away. His hand slid back and down and cupped her buttocks. When she let her weight press against his hand they both realized that her rear was just about as big as her friend's bosom.

"Mmm, I... I want ... not right now. I mean it; I want you to get her more, and we've gotten it on tonight -- twice." She moved one leg over his lap and faced him. "I feel so good, thank you. And I still want you rockin' me and my pussy is ready to burn up for a week, but... I want you to get your stuff all up in her. She deserves that from me." She kissed him gently between sentences. Then she rose and placed the towel in his lap. For that moment her crotch was right before his face and he caught the scent of her work from a moment ago.

The water was halfway down now. Lynette stepped to a new position to lean over the tub. As she put her pal's knees together he could see up the little top to what little hang her tight breasts could produce. He then turned to his chore of helping his intended lover out of the tub. He stood to the side of the tub and reached to the backs of her armpits. Still sleeping, but helping she sat up when he pulled. Lynette took one of her hands and he the other and at the suggestion of pulling she stood up as if spirited to rise. He wrapped the towel around her shoulders, which also covered the wet ends of her long dark hair. He patted her dry to the midriff and rewrapped the towel under her bosom where he dried their undersides. Getting ready to move down more he realized that she still had a washcloth slightly within her ample twat. Just then Lynette saw it and held her hand to her smile as she thought she might not be able to hold onto her giggle. With the other hand she tentatively reached out to grasp the dangling dripping cloth. 1 -- 2 -- 3 she pulled quickly and snatched it from snatch. It resisted extraction and pulled her friend forward. They both leaned in to steady the sleeping form. He went ahead and helped her step over the edge of the tub, and then wrapped the towel around her waist. Lynette couldn't take anymore and stepped out of the bathroom while giggling yet again. He took her hand and elbow and led her to bed. Slowly guiding her steps to avoid bumps, he found her ability to walk while sleeping to be surprising.

Entering the bedroom he found only one soft lamp lit and Lynette bent over -- that taut posterior again aloft, probing in a drawer. She straightened up holding out a pair of satiny, flouncy pajama shorts and a large t-shirt. "Here, she wears these to bed." He sat her down on the bed and Lynette sat next to her unfurling the t-shirt. He bent to her ankles to slip her bottoms onto her legs and start them up. Lynette had her shirt on over her head and one arm in in no time. They then lay her down to hike the satin around her full bottom which left her knees up and legs apart. The remaining sleeve got worked onto her other arm. He thought of how right Lynette had been -- this one could sleep through anything. The nimble roomie picked up the sleeper's ankles and, passing them over her own head, turned the bigger girl to line up with the bed. She patted the butt next to her gently and nodded her head, first to him then towards the other side of the bed. He shrugged an 'I don't know' look.

She rose gently and put one arm around his waist. Leaning into his ear she murmured a serious tone, "C'mon, sleep with her ... c'mon." She led him around. Now she encircled his whole waist and kissed him gently and sultrily. "She'll appreciate it," kiss, "I'll appreciate it ... look at her." He did. She slept peacefully, smilingly and with her boobs still not covered. -- the t-shirt remained hiked to their tops. Kiss. "she's had a hard night, comfort her."

He sat across the bed at bring her top down over her chest and belly.

"Atta boy, you'll see." Lynette found a cover and pushed his leg to get him up into the bed. She covered them both. "Hey," she added as she turned out the lamp. "Thank you." And she padded out of the room. 

When he reached over to touch his bed mate she turned and drew herself up to him ready to be spooned. Not too much so, but she was soft enough to comfortably pad him and he fell asleep fast -- not before he was attuned to the press of her warm buttocks against his pant. 



Atonement! I



It was total dark at first. Faint streetlight from a window reached in and brought a little detail to him and he could see that he slept in a strange place. Then he remembered where he'd been sleeping. He was comfortable and tightened his grip enough to assure him that he still held her sexy form. His arm was high up under her boobs, resting on his forearm. So what had awakened him?

Tugging and another pressure from behind.

"It's OK." Came the little voice from behind. A slender arm crossed from around his waist; she had already worked his zipper down and was pressing open his pants. "I couldn't sleep, and I can't wait for you to fuck her again. It's nagging at me." Lynette reached his already roused cock and clasped it firmly. He rolled onto his back to see her face, dim in the dark, but becoming clearer.

"What? But you were too sore, and you said..."

"I know," she stroked his penis once and then nudged him in the opposite direction. "I said I can't wait for you to fuck her."

"What time..."

"Shhh."

"Why?"

"Shhhh," she let loose his member and nudged him again with her form so that he'd roll back. Her hand tried the waist of his pants and worked them down an inch or so. His penis was now freed and prodded his lover's soft ass. Lynette was leaning over him on one arm and reached her roommate's soft pajama bottoms. Feeling her way down she found him again and nestled his tip up to the full bottom, up, up the leg opening of the silks. His erection grew.

"What if she wakes, this might not be good?"

"She'll be fine. I know she wants it. Remember; she'll do anything to keep you coming after this hot box. I know she even needs you up in it."

His erection grew and Lynette gave it one more stroke. She released him only to reach for his arm, which she pressed up into the loose gray t-shirt. "Get-it, pal." His erection grew and he felt a little gush of moisture.

His hand was presses to one generous breast and cupped it. She squirmed and let out one long, "Mmmmm." His erection grew one final time and surpassed her warm slot to grind into the grit of pubic hair afront of her full hood. He had been pressing his last growth between the crush of legs, but now with her movement she parted them and propped her upper leg up in a triangle.

"See, you've got it. I bet she knows it's you and that you're coming." Lynette gently caressed his ear with her lips. "Softly now, slide it in."

"Mmm, yesss." Came the other girl's voice absently, dreamily. A gyration of her hip brought moisture to his shaft and in the night's hush he heard her hair delicately crinkle against his heads – both of them. The satin bottoms allowed room for about everything. He remained unconvinced until now; her left hand slipped down to hold his penis in place and her hips rolled again. She then pressed his full erection to left and right against her clit. Three times of that and she shivered a bit. OK. He massaged her breast and got another "Mmmm." He looked back at Lynette and got a wide-eyed nod. "I want to see how that thing fills that snatch up." She got on her knees and walked to lean over him so that she could look up at her friend's ass and pussy. From there Lynette could see how her new friend's cock lay along all of the front of girly's slit and how girly pressed at him with her hand. "Oh yeah, she's onto you mister. You're caught; you'd better give it all up now."

"What?"

"Oh, she's got you." At that she could see girly fingers slosh into labia, spreading them for the reception. Sleepily a couple of movements rod his shaft.

The sleeper's other hand, the one towards the bed, followed his hand up trying to enter her own shirt. With a couple of fumbles the questing fingers just raised the whole front of the shirt up and then flopped down before her slightly parted lips and upturned nose. He squeezed her nipple just a bit and felt her whole large areola tighten together to bring the tip to its full size. His action was met by more finger movement pushing his cock and another hip motion – this time a less lazy buck.

Lynette rolled off the end of the bed and walked around to crouch facing her friend's crotch and all the action there. He saw in the dim that she was still in her string top and panties. She watched her sleeping friend toy wetly with the large cock head and grind it into her pubes. Little glints of light caught the glisten of girl juices and she saw his little bit of pre-cum stick to the little strip of hair. She was just that close, resting her head on the bed's edge. She watched as another little buck slicked, and she heard the slippy sound of a hot, steamy, juicy cunt that needed a large cock. She reached up to take her friend's fumbling hand away and reached forward, leaned, reached, until ... until she kissed the head of the soaked penis. She watched enrapt as it came towards her, sliding along the enveloping slot. When it moved to the front of the labial hood again she let the head slightly into her lips and out. One more of that motion and she kissed its departure – it was time. Lynette placed two fingers on the head at her friend's clit and pressed. It curled back just a bit, but still pressed coochy. She pressed back again and felt it give way. It was in – the head fell in. His forward motion now slurped into the moist recess, and a good three – four inches slid inside very easily. Again a slide and maybe another inch rode up, and another, but then a mumble from above brought changes. Another sleepy shift saw the penetrated woman close her legs, but bend more sharply at the waist in such a way that she sat her ass against his lap. She hiked back then, sucking more of his member into herself, but totally blocking Lynette's view. Both wakeful persons froze briefly. His hand no longer held a flopped boob as her new position put them out of easy reach. He pumped a bit at her pussy, but found it harder like this as his weight was on his side.

Lynette knelt a bit more upright and placed both hands against the pike-poised form so she could gently roll her back. He waited, arms in position ready to receive – the one underneath he would use to cross under his lover's form, lace it under her full breasts and prop her up. Her sleepy body straightened out as her weight rested on him. She was now almost laying on top of him, but at an angle and the awake girl nearby added the final support. Lynette's hand cupped one soft thigh aloft which again revealed the spot the couple coupled. He was again able to reach those ample breasts, and he clasped one firmly, shaping it in his hand. This brought fresh sliding from the pierced girl's pussy. The lighter, nimbler instigator brought herself onto the bed, gently shifting to see the action up close again.

He was now in reach to use his full stroke. He pressed forward in a slow motion thrust enjoying the soft parting of the now familiar flesh. Up he rose, up, up. Lynette used her free hand to feel his slow rise at the very spot where it pierced her friend's crotch. He went and went and went, she observed with awe. "Oooh, yeah. More, more, more, there it is." She felt his tightened testicles meet the ultra-wet labia, and with one determined thrust he gently crushed the swollen pussy flat. That was the max, all he had to put into it. And he was firmly holding her friend, his sheath, about the middle. Her sleeping body took him and seemed to have room for more. For a moment Lynette felt her tiny box was somehow less than impressive. "oh, yeah." She kissed the clit of her friend who loosed a long "Mmmm," of assent.

"Oh yeah, you'll have work to do."

"What?"

"You're gonna be breaking my little pussy in."

He slipped wetly back and chocked up again, "What?"

"Not today, we've got a lot of fucking to do. I wanna take your whole thing like that. Nice big cock. I need you to spread me out."

This talk confused him some, but excited him, and he started his earnest stroking with slow withdraws and fast thrusts in.

Lynette's one hand remained where it could feel the action, while the other hand fished to the top of her panties. She licked her lips for moisture – her mouth had gone dry in anticipation. Anticipation of what? The other's climax? Maybe she wanted a bit, too. The night before had been the first time she'd kissed a girl and the first time she'd shared a sexual experience with a man and another woman. What else was going on here? Just two weeks before she'd entered this room at this time of night to feel up and feel in her roommate. Now she was feeling as much want for this dominating cock that, so far, daunted her as she was feeling interest in the sopping juices it rode in -- as much as she was feeling for the pussy that pumped with the trusts – as much as she wanted to kiss this fleshy clit. Some of it might be envy. Maybe she was feeling something new for the short, black-haired, mixed skinned beauty. She was drawn now, though, to drink of those juices, and gently brought her tongue to the tip of the folds. Again, again – now she really kissed it, now she buried her lips into the soft folds enough to retrieve and suck on that clitoris. In, in, into her mouth, it was succulent and warm and ... delicious. She was so far into it now that she hardly noticed her own fingers twiddle her own tiny button, but she fully responded to the smoothness of his shaft's press and glide past her face. She was lost in all this and didn't want to come out. Now she was experiencing a woman more than she thought possible even two weeks ago, and she wanted more. Gently now, licking the clitoris and nudging labia with her nose, she wanted more. She quickened her pace on herself and teased her sore, tight hole. With the other hand, the one at the couple's cojoinder, she let her fingertips point to the hole in her friend's pubis. Lynette no longer wanted to see the fuck – she wanted to be in there; she wanted to be the fuck. 

Now with one fingertip in her own cunny, she let two for her tips slip in with the pumping cock.

He felt what was going on, but looking around the raised thigh all he could see was Lynette's hair and back – her face and hand buried. He felt two fingertips turn into two fingers buried to the first digit. Now three, and the pussy of his new-come lover – normally a bit like a glass of water unless she was applying pressure – began to restrict him. The lover in question sleepily reached back with an arm, mumbled something ending with "...baby," and stroked his hair just once. Her upturned, slightly opened lips beckoned his cum, but he thought better of it since she'd awoken to that surprise once lately. More action.

Lynette slid her fingers, three of them, in, out with his pushes, a little more each time. Now she decided to counter his strokes – in to his outs, out to his ins – and was able to get them more in. In this way she was caressing both, making both lovers her lover with herself in accompaniment on her own pussy with a middle finger entering and exiting and entering all the way to the knuckle. At the site of the honest sex she decided to add another step so she could really give to, get from both lovers. Lynette was losing control of her lusts in this situation – as she always does. Just like she had earlier with this man, like earlier with her roommate's boyfriend (now her own boyfriend) she let sex take her with reckless abandon. Now she had to, just had to be a part of this copulation. With his out stroke she now pressed her fingers in, but did not withdraw; instead she just pressed forth the three fingers.

He felt even more pressure and knew it was fingers. Not wanting to waken the woman he refrained from really pounding her pussy and thus he'd stopped using his full length. Now, though, the fingers stopped climbing up. Not sure of how many fingers were in, he did feel that they were in up to the knuckles. The cool, unplunged two inches of his shaft now felt tight.

With three fingers inside her friend's pussy Lynette then wrapped her pinky and her thumb around the pushing shaft. They had both dragged – dredging the depths – enough girl cum out to smooth the penis' progress through her firm grip. Now he moaned and she registered the approach of his orgasm. Hers lurked about, too.

The subject of their joint effort swam in ecstatic dreams which now went hazy with orgasmic delight. She woke to the dream and accepted the orgasm that sent her pelvis rolling as a part of the dream. Sharply she uttered "Uh! Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh," with their strokes which slowed. Her own rolling hips and pelvis added to the celebration that was her vagina. Some pleasant pain streatched her and she felt fuller than she had since, since; since she'd been a college freshman and started first experiencing different sexual experiments. Despite the pinching, the fullness was a comfort, but now it threatened to ... to ... grow. Somehow she couldn't open her eyes, well, didn't want to.

They'd both slowed at the yelled orgasm, but didn't stop. When the 'ahhs' descended to cooing Lynette firmed her grip and realized 'I'm going to give him a hand job and fist her.' She started stroking in-and-out with the cock to spread oozing lubrication to the back of her hand and yet caught another whiff of her own climax. She only had wild thoughts now – only crudely, basely sexual. 'How much can this cunt take?', 'I want to top it up', 'I want to ... to ... to climb up inside and find the end.' All these were new thoughts and feelings, never had she wanted much from another woman's body, never had she felt sexual heat about another's vagina and she wondered if this was how men felt. She wondered until the next thought about it, which was 'I want to ... to ... cum!' "Eee, Ahhh, Eee!"

Through the wall of sleep she heard the orgasm of another woman, a bit shrill but confirming, at last, that she wasn't asleep and swimming in the dark of a purely ecstatic dream. She was here, at this hand was the hair of her lover, and she stroked his hair. Here was the long stroke of his now familiar rod, but more. A contrary stroke was speeding up, going faster than him and spreading her to these new widths. A pressure at her front, from her belly to her clitoris added more – still she didn't open her eyes. Instead of looking around, she felt her own breast – cupped it, felt the nipple – teased it. Then pulled it hard; oh, yeah that's not dreaming. Her other breast was being softly massaged by a solid, manly palm, and she flowed into the feeling of total manipulation from without. From within came the orange again and she bore down with her ass seeking that deep thrust to push her over again – there was one, two, three -- but then a spreading, a thrust to be wide, then wider, wider, slip. She knew it was a hand, a lithe, maybe bony hand, there it was.

Lynette's suddenly, on one of his out strokes, slunk into her friend to the wrist. In a scant moment his penis thrust up into it and she had to grip it tightly for both to fit while rising and falling. The clit she had been licking was stretched too taut to find so she licked too close to her own wrist. The clitoris she had been fondling had been hot, sore and damp; it still hungered.

"F-f-f-f," she of the full vagina stressed atop her own quivering twat, "Fuck me, you, both, fuck, fuck, fuck, MEEE! Unhh Yeah!" Finally released to do so he could confidently pound this newly tight experience. He quickened and felt his own rising tide that he'd somehow held at bay. Lynette's grip really caught him then and he fought to ram it home. All of this was amazing, but now the fingertips moved a tiny bit – just a flutter – and his orgasm just blew up. "Ah Ha, Huhh, Uhh, Uhh."

What little spooge he had left from this day flowed into her space and then was pushed, squished down with thrusts to coat the intruding hand. All three still exhaled the ends of their orgasms and a last couple of thrusts, last couple of finger motions, last couple of hip turns happened in sync. They were locked as long as he remained pressed up inside, and he did linger a moment as all three of them shared a last deep breath and opened their eyes. She in the middle purred, "Mmm, wow."

He disengaged first, pulling out and yet still holding tightly at midriff and breast. The fist in her pussy was now looser, loose enough to come out, but she caught Lynette's wrist and held her fast. She felt the wet penis resting along the part of her ass and though about how this could go on. No, she knew she was going to be sore in a moment, and not a good sore at that, but one more thing. A while back she'd thought she felt a curious finger probe her out in the night, but had dismissed it as dream. Now she wondered and pressed down. "You wanna see something?"

"Huh?"

"What's up there? Huh? Get it in," The wrist she held slid in, "Yeah, keep going." She adjusted to find Lynette's elbow.

"You, OK?" Both her partners asked.

"we'll see," she pushed and pushed; she was now over the wrist and up to an inch, two, three – dry skin. "C'mon, bitch, what you got?" She moved the arm out, and in, and out and each in gained her new moist millimeters.

Tight, it was tight all around her. Her eyes had to grow wide as she watched amazed despite the dim light. She watched her friend as she engulfed her from the tip of her tightly balled fist to somewhere just short of mid-forearm and then she felt it. Lynette felt her roomie's top limit, a nub of cervix pressed her forefinger at the side. Then she was released. She slowly pulled out, still agasp at what she had just seen and felt. At the last moment she felt a vaginal contraction grip her wrist and stop her up. Then she was free and slipped her fist, as tightly balled as it had ever been, out with a slurp. 'Oh my God!' Lynette thought further as she saw the gape of hole before her, before it closed with a squeeze. It was humbling and she thought again of her tiny, tight hole. She had to clean off her arm, but decided to do a couple of things first. She crawled up to meet her friend's face and kissed her gently. Her third kiss was met with a cryptic laugh, but she laughed back.

"Now go to bed. I need to sleep I'm going to be all wore out tomorrow, you two." She snuggled up against his manliness and added, "You, too, Mr. Go to sleep." And she grew still and closed her eyes.

Lynette crept to the other side of the bed and kissed his ear soundlessly and whispered, "I told you." But that masked her second task. Under the edge of the bed she found a magazine and on it what she wanted. Her friend's vibrator, penis shaped and larger than her own, would be the start of something; that thing she hungered to have herself, now. After cleaning her arm and fist in the bathroom she curled up in bed with her ill gotten prize. Not tonight, but soon she'd begin training with this toy. She didn't know why the idea of a wider pussy was her new benchmark. She'd sure find out though. She fingered her own soreness again to test it out. Still sore, OK. She curled around the large dildo and drifted to sleep.

This was the first night he and she actually slept together in the bed.



Atonement! J



That last was the first night he and she actually slept together in the same bed.

Little did she know that it was to be a long time before she'd spend an entire night alone. Though most nights he couldn't or didn't sleep over, every night after sleep came on also came a smaller presence; A smaller presence that would creep to her bed and climb into the covers. Lynette stayed home most nights, now a days, or came home from her boyfriend's by 12 or 1 AM. Those latter nights she crept almost straight into bed in her friend's room. She had found a new taste within her now that she'd never thought of before, and she was drawn to explore. For that she used her friend's bed, her friend's body, on any night that she could find her home and asleep. She used her friend's deep sleep state to experiment again and again. She used the ample gifts in the next bedroom – the accommodating vagina, and generous, responsive breasts – to find out what it was about another woman's body she could appreciate. After exciting herself some nights and comforting herself on others, or whenever she found she had the apartment to herself, Lynette sought the comfort of her training with the stolen sex toy. Another thing she was experimenting with to try to find some explanation; why was she so desirous of a bigger pussy? Why did she want so badly to train her twat to expansion? She found her boyfriend satisfying, but still... and her boyfriend, in how she had acquired him, had been an area of shame for her. She wondered, then, if she'd only been interested in him because he'd been forbidden fruits, OPP. So what was his interest; a tight pussy and a hard suck?

Some nights Lynette would think of this while toying herself or right after and she thought of other things on the way to sleep. Why were they like this? What was going on with them? Had she fucked her friend over? Again? And had that put some desperation into her friend's quest for self-esteem? Were they, like, little sluts? And had she done that, unwittingly, to her roomie? Thoughts like that were part of why she was so set on keeping her roomie's lover coming around. If she could keep that situation glued together maybe she could turn her friend back to solitary, stable relationships – even if her own vagina had to offer up the resin that would keep him stuck there. Lynette decided that, aside from wanting a piece of his action for herself, her desperation to keep him screwing girly next door made her feel atoned for having hurt her.

Her own ministrations on herself led her to another layer of shame within about two weeks.

One night she climbed into bed with her friend, the amazing sleeper, and began her almost-nightly explorations looking to advance on the peak of activity she'd reached the night before. That previous night she'd really pushed the envelope when she found that sleeping beauty would instinctively kiss and she shared a few soft frenches. During this night's explorations she decided to put that ability to another use. During her creepings Lynette worked her friend's body until she was lubricated and physically ready and did the same for herself, then she nimbly crouched near her roomie's face, exposing her naked vagina. Her outer labia still were quite tight over her own flushed inner openings – they never seemed able to close over the rest of her pussy when she really got going. He friend's seductively parted lips moved to suckle the presented clitoris. It was all so cute, she just had to see how long she could do this; how long she could take it and how long she could make it last before the deep sleeper was awakened.

Getting wet fingering herself and her friend she was sure she had some hint of fragrance, but she was confident in girly's ability to sleep, although she'd seen that her friend could be awakened by some circumstances. As she lowered she accidentally nicked her friend on the nose. A hand came up and waved an imaginary fly away. The attached arm was colied around Lynette's ankle and now she was obviously captured. As the hand settled across he chest the oblivious owner's form was left face still upturned and mouth pouting upward, ready for Lynette's intentions. Fearing that she'd pushed too hard the latter hovered some time; one minute, two. Her leg shook from holding her three-pointed balance without moving. Feeling a shameful creep didn't really deter her and she pressed on with her questionable experiment. She again lowered her crotch slowly to her friend's lips and realized she'd lost her moisture in her nervousness. That didn't much matter, what played on her mind was an eeking little voice that held that this was naughty – that she was being a bit of a bad girl. Still, she pressed on.

Gently she placed her lips to her friend's in what she hoped was the barest caress. She rocked her hips the tiniest bit one way, then another, to try and part that sleeping pout. She was greeted by the faintest 'smack' of a kiss and she stopped. Now, she'd been right, what next. She had to shift her weight on to her bed side foot and back and was touched with another, slightly firmer kiss. That one registered on her clitoris and she felt a little flush of blood to her face. Another wet 'smack' came and another, and Lynette, curiosity sated, had to deal with another dawning hunger. Her juices crept just a little from inside and she now wanted more of these. And more. A wonderment crossed her mind about why her friend, even asleep, would kiss her cunny, and she thought 'Maybe we women all do have a little bisexual streak.' It did feel sooo so good. Things increased when a sleepy head roll brought a chin to the labia and a probing tongue tapped another internal spot.

Lynette felt a flush elsewhere now and her freakishly tight vaginal fold relaxed as the lips engorged with soft excitement "Ohh," softly escaped her mouth as this had never happened like this before. Her pussy was softly welcoming this. For the first time her firm pussy felt soft, yielding, and it purred of an excitement that felt warm, not hot. The soft tongue quested forward twice more lapping along to her clitoris, which made her shiver, and then went gently down to her hole. She let her weight down a bit more. The warm soft french kiss that followed flowed inside. Folding and rolling softly the licking, probing tongue brought her to rock her hips a bit. The movement of the vaginal frenching continued to her clit and back three times and then she was brought to a sudden min-climax, and Lynette had to stop herself from pressing down and burying the sleeping girl's face in warm wet folds. Another smacking kiss could be heard, gently as she moved herself off.

Lynette was dogged tired and needed direly to sleep herself. She went to move herself to bed, but found herself restricted. Her ankle was caught between her roommate's elbow and a breast. "Ugh" She rolled her eyes and pulled, and again. Resistance. Again, and her leg popped free making her stumble two steps before she pranced out of the room. Little did she know, in her tired state she couldn't make much sense out of it, what she left behind. Her panties lay in the bed, and he sock was still caught up in her friend's elbow. When she got back to her room the little nymph worked to satisfy herself with her friend's vibrator, and again worked a bit to push her width, but she noticed there was none of the relaxed feeling that had comforted her pussy a few minutes before. There was definitely something to the excitement a woman's touch lent to the situation. Soon after her orgasm, however, she had to call off her fight against sleep.

The next night she kept her ministrations to simply touching the hard sleeper's pussy until she rolled and then licking out the juices she'd created. When her roommate mumbled something Lynette retreated immediately to her own room. She knew she'd pushed it too far the night before and she wanted to do more, but had to slow down lest she be caught in her own craziness.

She slinked back off to bed alone and warmed up the vibrator to work her hole. Even with that she only brought herself to a small orgasm, the kind that usually comes on the way to bigger and better things. An even bigger wave of drowsiness overtook her and so she lay down the vibrator and her small frame drifted off to sleep alone in her big, big bed.

An unknown time later something brought her out of sleep. She'd slept with a dim light on and now, above her, a dark head and shoulders loomed with long black hair forming a cowl.

"So what a thieving little bitch." The shape said and now the shadow's weight settled down across Lynette's thighs. "Guess what I've been looking for for over a week." Lynette's vision cleared a bit more and she could see straddling her legs was her roommate in her panties and a large hockey jersey holding up, of all things, her long misallayed vibrating penis.

"Uh, oh"

"And where was this?" she asked feigning a curious lilt. "Oh, it was here laying between your legs, still pointing at your effing snatch." She pointed down at Lynette's accused crotch with the dildo.

" I... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

"Oh, you'll have to better than that. I think we need to talk about taking what I've got. Again. You know, I sat aside and I think I've let this stuff go on long enough."

"No, no, I'm sorry I just, ohhh!" She felt her cheeks go hot and was quite mad at herself.

"Well maybe save it! I don't want to hear it right now." She leaned forward and with one hand tightly held Lynette's cheeks. With the other hand – well that hand disappeared from view with the vibrator. A moment later the vibe hummed to life. Her face came close to Lynette's who suddenly wished she could get up, but was still pinned by superior weight and positioning across her thighs. A rough kiss found its way to Lynette's mouth as the hand was removed, but new things were happening below. The vibe had come in contact with her naked and just slightly spread crotch and gently caressed her labia. Then with the angry roommate's other hand something new was introduced. She rose up straight and pressed the vibrator up to Lynette's tight, scared little hole. Something else was there, too. As she noticed that the vibrator was pressed in and parted her hole – not far in, and she felt firm fingers, too. The vibe was pushed out and back in a little again. The fingers remained holding something and then the vibrator came back again, press once, fingers moved, pressed again. Yes, it could feel good, but still not knowing what was up Lynette felt she dare not give on to that.

"There," she said cutting off the buzz and getting up. "this is mine..." she teasingly waved the object next to a big cheesy grin, "and those are yours." now pointing with the dildo to Lynette's odd feeling snatch. She walked pertly out of the room and immediately the sound of running water could be heard. Trying to get up there was still something, something odd feeling... in there. She sat up and looked down. Some things clothy were there hanging out of her pussy. She tugged, tugged, tugged and out rolled her one sock and pair of panties. From the other bed! She was caught! Now her roommate appeared again in the doorway.

"Oh," she added toweling her dildo affectionately, "You found them. It looks to me like someone's got to make some atonement for some... bad habits. Don't you think?" This last lingered in an almost teasing tone. She gave the dildo a little kiss and smiled wickedly as she left the doorway. Her voice called back from the hallway, "Don't worry, I'll think of something!"



Atonement! K



Sitting in a food court at Pat Henry Mall he feasted on a chicken sandwich and fries while she got a slice of pizza and also fries. They sat down for an express lunch since she had a report to work on and he had a shift at the office (many reports). It really was beginning to look like this thing they had, a fireball of sex from the start, was about to turn into something of a relationship.

But a halter hit today, "I won't really be able to get together until Thursday night, but I do want to see if we could make some plans for Thursday night." So in communicating their cause could advance.

"Did you want to do something Friday, too. I don't think I told you – it's my birthday." She fingered her crust while looking down at the tray. Maybe she was a bit nervous about the reply, maybe it was a test of interest.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm working again that night, I can do a lunch like this in the daytime..."

His interest and his offer was enough for now, "OK. That' night's just as well anyways, I've set up something for the evening, gift for myself."

"Oh, really. A date?"

"Well, I guess, well. You remember I told you something went missing from my room?"

"Yes."

"Well, I know a little 22 year old bitch who has that and some other stuff to atone for." She said and folded her lips down over her straw to take a long drink.

"Oh, OK, I get it. Well on that thought, maybe with Thursday night we could finish settling certain scores ourselves, but if you'd rather not because of your birthday ..."

"No, no," she was afraid now that her seriousness was at test, "let's..." a sigh and eyes closed, "... Let's get this done. I told you I'd do what it takes, now let's get it taken care of."

"You sure?" She nodded, so he added, "OK, I'll need you to write something down that you need to have ready and typed that afternoon..."

On Thursday, early, she was at a class, which he knew about, when he went by her place. He wanted to set some things up. His knock was met by a sleepy-eyed roomie wearing only a baseball shirt, unbuttoned but held together, and skinny yellow panties. She waved fumblingly for him to come in and stepped aside for him. Seeing it was him she no longer felt the need to even try to hold the shirt closed, but still did keep her eyes pinched thight against the streaming light of day. He explained what he wanted to do there just then and Lynette, in a weak version of her usual prance, escorted him to the bedroom to point out the appropriate drawers in the dresser. Lynette bent to open one drawer for him and the shirt edged up over her buttocks. He swore to himself at the sightly view she gave him – albeit clad in panties, this was a fine ass and he could just make out the shapes of what else was there. He sorted through picking out the clothes he needed the girly to have for the night, and lay an outfit out on the bed with a note that simply said 'wear these'.

"Okay, Lynette, I'm off, thanks." He called into her room, but from the hall he teasingly added, "I uh, I heard that y'all had some sort of burglar who is being brought to justice tomorrow ..."

"Ha Ha!" Sardonically and tiredly the reply eked out of the dark bedchamber, then, "Hey, come here."

Not knowing why he did as he was bidden, "Hmm?"

"You remember what I told you I was working on?"

"Hmm?"

"Well, my pussy. I wanted her vibrator to try to train my pussy to accept bigger things, I mean it's a big vibe, and all."

"Uh, does that really work that way?" He questioned but with a skeptical smirk. He had stepped inside enough to see her, shirt now off, laying face down. The bed seemed gigantic with her form in it.

"Well," she rolled her head his way, then rolled and scooted to lay on her side propped on an elbow, "I don't know. You'd have to see to tell me." Already exposing her small breasts for him she then reached down to her panties and moved the crotch aside, "Can you come look?"

Always amazed at these two girls' openness he did climb onto the bed to get a look and using his finger he probed her labia apart. Well, for starters her labia were ... looser and closed better over her inner vagina. He hummed, "Hmm," as he feigned an analytic aire for a second and, yes, it seemed her opening, though still only wide enough to accept a couple of fingers, was doing so fleshier. He was still skeptical that this was the way to go about what she sought, but her self articulation seemed to be perhaps bringing some ... swelling. He told her it seemed that she maybe had made a little difference, "Is your boyfriend helping you at all?"

"Well, he's sorta unaware of the, um, project" He wasn't used to Lynette's voice's morning tones. Normally higher pitch, this morning sound was comparatively husky, perhaps smoky, "besides his size is not really a challenge."

"So are you still going to work on it?"

"With your help," she lay back still holding the panty aside, "If you'd oblige?"

He answered by simply opening his jeans and climbing onto her fully. When his already attentive penis made the barest contact with her he paused, "How about a condom?"

"We don't have time and I don't have one, let's just do this."

"Are you sure?"

"Mr. if you don't put it in me and gap my cunny now..."

With that he pressed in all at once, "what a difference a little moisture makes."

"Shh, let's just do it, really I'm going back to sleep soon," she said though even this little bit of play had her pretty much awake.

They fucked pretty much straight forward, missionary, though to enhance his work she brought her ankles up to where she could hold them. Still very tight, but her was sure he wasn't hurting her this time as he settled with a nice even stroke and with an inch or two short of fully penetrating her. After cumming he cleaned off with a washcloth which she followed up with though she fingered out a bit of his excess, which he was becoming accustomed to seeing her do, and licked her finger clean.

She lay back on her elbows and demurred a sigh and a "Thank you." And he noticed she was going to lay back down without even adjusting her panties back. "Lock the door back."

"Hmm, OK." And he left. She did fall asleep quickly after turning on the remote ceiling fan which soothed her warm-rubbed vagina – not so raw this time.



Atonement! L



Thursday night he returned at 6 PM to be greeted at the door by a dressed and perky Lynette. "She's getting ready, go on in." She turned to flounce onto the sofa in front of the TV with her legs drawn up in front of her. She still looked sexy though she wore a decent pair of shorts and revealed nothing. "Oh, it seems like I'm off the hook."

"What?"

"Well, tomorrow night's her birthday, and she says she wants to take me out for dinner and a movie."

"Hmm," he nodded, but instead of correcting Lynette's impression with his knowledge or theories on the matter he just found his way to his intended companion's room. Screwing Lynette was fun, but he could see her becoming annoying if he let her. 

In the bedroom he found her dressed in the exact clothes he'd laid out for her and adding finishing touches of dangly wire bracelets and size different hoops for her four pierces – two in each ear. This was the first time he'd seen her wear makeup which confirmed that, though she was beautiful without it, makeup didn't really enhance her looks – actually took away from her natural gifts. It had the effect he would have desired, though.

"Do you like the outfit?" he asked of the tight top that enhanced her breasts. It was a pink double-spaghetti-strapped top she'd had for years – years before she'd had quite those breasts so a bit of the tops were showing off. Three tight wrinkles across the front showed that she was definitely stressing the material.

"The top's a bit old. Can't you tell?" Yes, the material itself was a little thin with age and a bit of the light shining on her breasts from above could be seen through. It was, however topped with a black draped jacket that covered her shoulders, straps and all, and her back. The jacket almost excused the fact that the top didn't quite come to the top of her skirt. For the bottom he had picked out a white mid-though skirtwith thick material and a wide black elastic band waist.

"Well, tell me, is it something you don't mind messing up?"

"Um, no, Okay. Yeah, if the top gets messed up it's Okay. The rest is just ... a bit better stuff." She said holding her arms out a little and looking herself over.

Okay, well that's fine. You look great, but are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Look," she strutted over to him. Really the two inch heels made her strut to him to take his hand, "I told you, for this I'll do anything." She pulled his hand to her and held it to her belly. "A-ny-thing."

"OK, I do want to check out some thing. Are you ready for this to start now?"

"Uh, huh."

"Okay, can you you put your hair up with these in a few minutes?" He reached over to pluck a pair of hair styling chopsticks from her dresser.

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, lay down."

"Wh-, um, yes, sir." She said and sat on the edge of the bed, then lay back to her elbows.

"that's not necessary," he thought a second, "you know what; keep it up. I just want to check out the rest of this..." he said and picked up one of her knees, to look down into her skirt at the red panties he'd picked out for her. They gave the initial impression of being too big to be sexy, but were a wide spaced lace that allowed a little view inside. He slid his hand along her thigh and all the way to the top of the inside of the panties where he pulled the top down to loosen the underwear from the waist of the skirt. "Now for our start." He then hooked a finger into the crotch of the panty, which was wide enough to cover her pubic area and gather a bit at her legs. Moving the crotch aside into a big loose bunch he exposed her pussy. Again hooking his finger, this time he used it to work her lips open and watched her lean her head back, eyes closed. Her beautiful dark and long hair cascaded back off her shoulder to gather at the bed.

He then attended to his belt and zipper and unceremoniously brought his penis out. With but a step and a lean he was against her and about to enter. He came to her again and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yesss," she whispered without opening her eyes and he all at once was within. "What about a condom?" she asked not really showing concern.

"This may not need one." Came the reply with his first four fast deep strokes.

For the first time he took her in short order in a missionary position with nothing elaborate except a couple of kisses. They hadn't closed the door and she wasn't reserved in her moans when within about 5 minutes she came.

In the front room Lynette could hear their excitement and turned the television up a bit. A blush of heat rose on her cheeks which she chose to ignore. There are those who claim that they can make nothing of sex, but they are only the ones who are able to lie to themselves. Even that barest of facades takes an effort to maintain just as Lynette here had to push down the feelings and pretend that she wasn't wiping a solitary tear from her cheek. The sound of him climaxing brought the remote up again to raise the TV sound more.

When he felt his semen rise he removed himself to finish, and she leaned in to suck him to conclusion. In stead he pressed her head forward and gathered her hair with his hands. He surrounded his cock with the mass and coaxed his penis but a bit more.  

"What are you..." she started as he came a large load that had him jerking quite a bit. "What is it?" she asked again, but then she felt the sticky wet warmth drip to her scalp, and then she knew what he'd done.

"Ahhh," he breathed, and through his 'ahhs' he still held up her hair. A moment later he handed her the chopsticks.

"Okay, let's do up your hair, and then we can go."

"But now I'll need to wash up my hair and..."

He placed a finger to her lips, but still held onto her hair not letting anything drip out, "No you don't need to... this is exactly right." He said and waited.

Realization walked across her face, then she took the proffered accessories and strode to the mirror with a "Yes, sir." In a deft moment she wrapped her hair three times and pinned it through leaving an upturned rooster tail of the ends. She turned left and right to study her work, and not only was it symmetrical, but also not a sign of his jism which was still warm to the back of her scalp was showing. He came up behind, having fixed his pants and adjusted her overshirt/jacket. He then reached all the way over past her to her skirt. Reaching up and in he recovered the edge of her panties across her warm vagina and patted gently. 

"My little gal there has a big night." He cooed and kissed her neck. With a show of grace he held her hand as she rose from the chair, and they glided out of the room.

She smiled at Lynette who seemed eager to rise and see them off and who told her that she looked excited to go out, "Happy Birthday." she added. When he stepped around the door frame on the way out Lynette quickly reached down to kiss girly's cheek with her hand touching the other side of her head.

"Ok, you have a good night." She smiled and slowly followed him out. 

Closing the door Lynette realized her hand was a little wet where she'd touched her hair. She looked at her palm and smelled it and then touched it lightly to her tongue. "Ah, ha." She knew what it was, but as she sat down a confused look crossed her face. Knowing she'd be alone awhile she decided to remove her shorts and absently licked the dew off her hand while watching TV in undies and a tee.

He first drove to an ATM where he got out a large sum of cash for the night. He then drove the short distance to Oyster Point to the large hotel/ restaurant/night club there.

"Do you have the thing I told you to type up?"

"Yes, sir." She pulled out of her small purse a blue piece of paper and handed it over. He handed her a printout as well.

"OK, take this to the desk and get card keys to the room I checked out in your name," He also placed a sum of cash in her palm, "and meet me at the elevator doors over there." He pointed to the left of the hotel entrance where the elevator alley hid behind a wall.

"OK, yes sir." She got out at the valet loop and he left to park the car. The piece of blue paper she'd handed him he now unfolded and attached to a clip board along with a pen. Then he reached around to the back seat and picked up the other things they would need.

She had never been in that hotel before now, and by the time she'd gotten lost on the way to the desk she was beginning to suspect she didn't belong there. Unaccustomed to walking in heels on glossy floors she clicked, which drew the attention of business and retiree clients across the lobby. Her outfit was dressed up for how common it was at the base level – the inner top, panties and even the bra – and she suddenly felt these people to be the kind who could see right through to her inside. For a moment such as that she felt unseemly, uncouth and skanky. The drying wad of man's semen sticking her hair to her scalp magnified that effect. She fought a wave of fear back to be able to approach the desk and present the reservation information. The clerk was professional, though, and gave her no indication that she didn't belong here. Instead confirmed her ID, took her money and signed over her card keys to room 705. They exchanged thanks and she clicked her way steadily around a long sweeping bend feeling certain that eyes followed her unhosieried legs to the elevator area. Perhaps they were caught by the taut shirt front protruding from her slim jacket. She fought the urge to gather her outer top because she knew he wanted this effect. A bit of self consciousness must be a part of her atonement ordeal.

The long curved wall led around to the banks of elevators, where he was not yet waiting. He'd said to meet him there so she'd better just wait. After a minute she wondered about her place in this place when an elevator opened to unload two older gentlemen and two business women carrying suitcases and valises. These people went their separate ways in two parties and she felt scrutinized from two sides. She most felt the looks of the women in their nice suits. She must seem worthy of their contempt – If they only knew the half of it; the parts they couldn't see. She almost bolted onto that car as the doors slid closed, just to be out of sight at that moment, but held her ground nervously.

Next she spent about a minute just standing, biting her lip and held one elbow with the opposite hand. Then she realized she could see the night club's internal entrance from where she stood and craned to look over a huge planter at the people by the entryway. A bouncer, two girls who were clearly teens being denied entry, and two nicely dressed men with their suit jackets off waiting for the other business to be cleared up so that they could go inside.

Another elevator opened and a young couple and their male friends disembarked. They paid her no mind as they had their own attentions occupied, and for about a minute she listened to the four men bidding the woman goodbye. They patiently took turns assuring her that they'll take care of her fiancée, don't worry, we'll keep an eye on him. The kiss of 'I'll see you tomorrow morning' was exchanged and another moment was spent on 'not-one-minute-after-ten'. This justified her surmise that one of them was off to his bachelor's party and as he was kissing his fiancée goodbye, the other three began moving in the direction of the nightclub. Perhaps she had a last minute shower to attend, or even just a last evening of prenuptial solitude. The parting men did refrain from really getting their eyefuls of our heroine until the bride-to-be had turned to leave, and they were well down the ramp towards the club.

Well, it must have been a few minutes after seven, yes the large clock built into the lobby wall showed 7:15, and it must have been at least five minutes of her standing out, then six, seven; and then she caught sight of him slowly approaching from the lobby, videoing with a small digital camera. When he arrived close to her he silently motioned her towards the where she pushed 'up'. He'd come around her, and still hadn't said a word, when the doors opened on the farthest car. He backed in ahead of her, still recording and looked over her shoulder, certainly checking that they weren't followed. All along he held the camera at his belt level – about breast level for her and now, entering the elevator she was aware of how her propped-up bosom must seem in this close-up shot in the cramped space of the elevator. She backed against the panel wall at the back of the car while he pressed the 'doors close' key. The doors slid shut evenly, and he moved to face her from the button panel.

He then motioned with a finger for her to raise the bottom of her spaghetti strap top. She mouthed 'yes, sir,' and slowly lifted until her bra showed a bit. He pressed '7' behind him, but hit 'doors close' again and the car stayed a moment longer. Her top came up over the breasts all the way in one step and revealed the full tan masterpiece that was her strapless support bra. It was firm and powerful enough to hold her breasts out totally to several inches past her chest and belly with absolutely no sag. His next motion was undoable, the support bottom of the bra was so tight and strong as to be unable to rise over her boobs. So as the elevator started its ascent up the shaft, her cups had to descend to reveal what he wanted. Looking down she watched her own large breasts pop out with a bounce – first up, then down as she pulled their restraint down until it was inside-out and upside-down. It was like a band across her belly now. For effect she rubbed her whole hands gently top to bottom across their fronts and then cupped them towards the camera as her nipples responded. He started to gesture a new thing for her to do when the car bounded them to a stop at the fourth floor.

They both looked at the doors dumbly for a second that seemed interminable. They couldn't seem to move until the ding told that the door was beginning to move. He had but to lower the camera and press one button. Lowering things for her was a greater task and involved crossing her top back across those massive mammaries.

Granny Em, I'm sure you'll like the sixth floor room better. It's, ah, it's..." covered just as the door opened to greet a couple in their thirties and one of their grandmothers. She was unable to get the blouse down all the way over her bra-straddled belly in time, so she was glad that the couple were preoccupied looking after Granny Em. Still, she wasn't positive that she got them in before the old woman, center of the trio, got a view through the first crack of the door. The man would still be taken aback by the hiked level of the shirt, and he never completed his sentence. Granny Em led them into the car, and the granddaughter said simply, "Sixth, please." He set the elevator in motion with a tap.

Facing the doors, fortunately, made it hard for the newcomers to look upon her with confusion, condemnation or generally as a con, and for that she was thankful. They'd certainly have noticed her alert nipples trying to pierce the old pink top. She had two floors to think on how easily she'd fallen into a roll willing to play it to the hilt. She hadn't known he'd record this; she hadn't known there'd be elevator play; she hadn't known there'd be spooge in her hair from the get go, but now she was suspended between doing anything to get out from under the onus of his displeasure and the excitement of just doing ... anything ... at his beck and call. With him, at first she'd been confidently dominant. Now she was definitely in submission, but an interesting spark of confidence was residing somewhere within.

At level 6 they let Granny Em's party out and upon the doors' crossing they laughed. He laughed and then, because he laughed she laughed. Her confidence wasn't strong enough, it turns out, for her to laugh of her own.

When the doors opened again they turned right to search out room 705. He began recording again as she walked ahead of him. He realized they'd both forgotten her exposed twisted up bra. She fell back in stride with his intentions within about four steps or struts, and then she remembered her bra, too. Her best solution, for the rest of the hallway was to rotate the hooks around to the front, undo them, and then to carry it dangling lazily at her side. This way of walking made the hallway walk long enough to slip back into the mode and she brought her hand to her exposed belly and rubbed. Over the belly and into her top her hand explored. Jut the bottom of one gravid breast came uncovered from her top as her had stroked across the top of both. In the good light of the corridor he could see the color of areola through the old fabric. Those excited nipples must have had it in mind to wear the shirt threadbare. They arrived at the room and she turned while looking down into her purse to produce the card key. She striped the door and pressed in slowly, and he stopped recording as they went inside.

"Hmm, so why not record this?" She asked as she brought up her top all the way once they were inside the short hallway that made up the entryway to the suite.

"Well, we do have more getting ready to do and you need to put yourself back together for your atonement to have full effect. Here's the bathroom," he pointed. Unlike average hotel rooms this one featured a bathroom off of a modest living room, and a bedroom behind double doors on the other side. Sweet, a small suite! "Use the small mirror in there to fix up and I'll be setting up in there." He nodded to the bedroom doors and almost set off, but turned towards her, took her by the shoulders and planted a kiss on her lips. "Now remember, don't clean your hair out."

"Yes, sir." They turned to their respective tasks. 'Set up,' she thought, 'what needs to be set up?' Then she realized what a surprise his introducing a camera to the situation had been. He'd told her Monday about much of what to expect tonight, but he'd also already sprung a couple of surprises on her tonight. So what else? She wouldn't be surprised if he placed a camera in the bedroom, not now. She's better be ready for the possibility that this could involve the internet. She thought of her plans for tomorrow night, 'Oh, that will be juicy.'

While thinking on this she replaced her bra and straightened her shirt back out. IN the mirror she looked at her hair and realized, there, on the right, she could see some strands that had dried together. He also hadn't told her about spunking up her hair, but right now it seemed like a relatively small concern, 'let's do this.' She thought. She stepped back into her heels and stepped out of the bathroom. He had the bedroom doors closed, but it's big glass panels, although lace curtained, allowed her to see his movements a bit. By the sofa there was a mini-fridge with honor bar instructions. She decided she needed a drink, "I'm going to have a vodka!" She called out.

"OK," came the response, "I'll be ready in just a moment."

"Want something?"

"Nope." Okay, nope it was. She pulled out one small bottle of vodka and thought about mixing it with one of the sodas. Instead she took the bottle in two small gulps. 'OK, this will have to do.'

He opened the double doors to the bedroom and brought out something with him. It was so small it was hard to see in the palm of his hand. He looked close to her ear where he inserted the something, and then leaned back to see it in her ear from a distance. He explained that it was a subvocal that would let them talk when not together. He tapped her ear, stepped across the room and then heard him whisper in her ear through the device, "Tell me something."

"How about... I have cum in my hair?"

"OK, well that's excellent." He chimed in again through the earpiece. "If you cannot see me and things are out of control, you can still hear me and call to me. Just don't touch it. I'll be there. Ready?"




Atonement! L



"Yes, sir. Can I see the bed room?"

"Soon, try this first."

"What?" and she saw that he was pointing to something on the floor in front of the sofa. "What?"

"Look closer ..." She bent to look at the spot right in front of the sofa and saw nothing. She bent a little farther still and she felt him. A hand on her hip and another pushed on her back. Then his jeans brushed the back of her skirt, her butt. She bent to his hand, and he pulled her mid-thigh skirt up over her buttocks to rest on her back. Next he matter-of-factly bent her knees with his and gently he lowered her to the floor. Her upper body was over the sofa, the rest on her knees. In the same manner and without hesitation he pulled her lacy underthings down to her knees. She started to lift her legs to let him pull them off, but he made no such motion. Instead there was a 'whack', a small sting on her rear, 'whack' and another. "I need to know what kind of girl you are."

"Uh," and her hesitation was met with a 'whack', "Yes, sir, I'm a bad girl." That was easy. It was not hard, painful spanking. He'd given her three bearable pats on the ass.

"Oh, and what's your problem?" 'whack'.

"What?" which was the wrong thing to say 'whack'

"What's your problem that brings you here?"

"I... I want you, and I fucked up."

'whack' "Ok, and what do you need? What would make it all better?" He opened his pants and let his penis pat against the pink spot growing on her right cheek – a sudden inspiration. 

"I need dick, I need dick, sir."

'Whack' that was the hardest one yet. "Right, we'll get right on that, say it again." He was getting to enjoy seeing her butt cheek ripple with each swat, but he'd save more of that for another time. Was that a wiggle of her ass?

"I need dick, sir I need dick." And so she felt one touch her labia looking for entry. "I need..." and his slipped slightly inside. 'Ahh' She realized she was already plenty moist – there was definitely something to this. Suddenly, softly she was unable to see very well to the sides. He'd let her hair out of the chopsticks, and it poured around to both sides of her face. He pushed all the rest of the way in and didn't waste any time getting to fucking her steadily. Almost all business, but he did reach up her shirt and pressed her breasts together from the sides. With that he held on while he worked away at here pussy. From here on she knew she was a fuck, a cunt, a hole. She knew a lot of the plans for the night alright. Ah ha, here's her consolation; a breeze blew warm inside her, ah, ah, "Ahhn oh, ah"

'Whack' a spank resounded again and with a whoosh she was empty. He withdrew suddenly, denying his driving force from her orgasm machine. "You hold onto that, you'll need it. And hold this, too." He walked on his knees toward her front and she leaned back to reach for him, to take his load, 'He must want me to finish him orally.' But here he was pushing her hands away and he pushed her head down, down until her face rested on his thighs. He took her hair up as he had earlier and wrapped his cock head in it, balled in his fist. He proceeded to finish himself with several jerks while she thought, 'Uhg, I shouldn't have said anything.' In a few moments she felt his jerking motions and then a warm, wet feeling was spreading into a wide spot on the back of her head. She felt her hair move a bit more as he wiped his fingers in her hair. 'OK, so that's what it's going to be.' He moved to her back and lightly tapped her pussy, like a teasing spank, but then pulled her panties up and her skirt down. He did this neatly as if covering up a scene. He sat on the sofa before her and she smiled a tired looking smile. He handed her the chopsticks and quietly pointed to the bathroom. She took them and headed back to fix her hair yet again.



Atonement! M



Their trip downstairs to the bar was uneventful; they split up after leaving the elevator. As he lagged behind he noticed a man leaving the bar's hotel-side entrance and moving toward the elevator. This man, one from the presumed bachelor's, party slowed to check her out from the back as she passed. Her getting ogled so overtly and so early on assured him that, 'Oh, this would be fun.' She sailed into the bar with ease and with all the equipment he'd approved; her outfit, her clutch purse, the subvocal receiver, and her typed up blue piece of paper on a clipboard. The only other things she had were in her clutch, and that was limited to a cash supply, the card key, a pen, a tube of lipstick, and cigarettes (if she wanted them, he was unsure). Once she was inside he left from beside the big plant stand that was near the elevator and headed insie himself. On the way hey keyed into the subvocal to tell her to find a stool at a bar.

"Yes, sir" came back a nicely submissive voice.

He entered and deliberately walked around a bit to feel out the layout. He located her and noticed hers was a good spot that was visible from most of the first floor. He passed her without acknowledging her visibly, but did get a god look at how well the other bars, the dance floor and the upper level would get to see her position. When he was well passed her he allowed himself to see her a bit more. She heard the vocal in her ear chime in and his voice, sounding close but mechanical, told her to relax, "now place your purse on the bar with the clipboard next to it. Face the print out and, OK, face away from the bar with your legs crossed at the knee until a drink comes. Liquor or beer?"

"Liquor, sir."

Moments later a female bartender placed a slightly colored drink on the bar behind her. "Here you go hun, there's a man at the end of this bar brought you a hairy fuzzy navel," the woman pointed, but faltered, "Oh, well there was, I don't see him now." In fact neither, of them did.

"Are you hungry?" came the voice.

"I am a little."

"OK, well, use the cash to order something for yourself. Don't want you running out of energy before the night is through." Though he'd shared with her much of his plan she came to the dawning conclusion that this was going to be a long night with more surprises to come. She called the bartender back over and ordered an appetizer sampler. When the bartender called her 'hun' again she got the inkling to wonder if that woman was aware of something, or just of Baltimorean lineage. A long night, hmm, it is just 8:30, this place isn't even really going yet. 9:00 would be quite different.

In the 8:30 world there were scant few people present, only two couples on the dance floor; shag dancers cutting it up to house speaker music. The DJ from a local radio station had arrived and was hooking up for the night, but had yet to change the music. No one sat next to her yet and two of the other bars were not even attended. Yep, early enough that food came quickly. "Can I switch to soda while I eat?"

Both his voice and the bartender's returned with a yes, and in a short minute she was sipping cold cola and munching on a chicken finger. While she snacked she looked around, still trying to face away from the bar as she'd been instructed. She didn't see him when she swept the room, but when she turned to take up another snack he was at her shoulder. He picked up one of her appetizers and snacked with her, striking the poses of a casual conversation. "At about 9," he mentioned, "the DJ will get going, shortly after I'm going to take you to dance, OK?" She nodded, sort of aware that it might not be a question. "Until then eat, face outward, have another drink, and sit with your legs uncrossed." She casually uncrossed them and sat upright on the stool. "Good, now tell me what you need, again."

"I need," go ahead she told herself, "I need dick." Thank good ness the DJ had turned up the canned music a bit to cover his work. Also, lights started to flash over dance floor way.

"OK, we'll see what we can do. You need another drink. Loosen up, have that other drink, and... unclench those knees when you look around."

"Yes, sir."

He touched her knee lightly with a finger before he moved on. She noticed that in the couple of minutes they'd been talking more people had filled in, and the sound level of chatter was noticeable for the first time. She did try to loosen up a bit and made it a point to rock her stool slightly side-to-side. While in transit from point to point she let her knees travel separately, more and more each time. When resting she left her elbow or leaned her back against the bar which gave a flash of red lace to any looking close enough her way. This posture also presented her hefted bosom past the outer black top.

"OK, the DJ's about to start up." Came the voice in her ear, "Meet me at the far entrance to the dance floor."

"Yes, sir." She stood and arranged her stuff. Her little clutch purse sat on the bar where the 'tender could keep an eye on it, but her clipboard... that probably had to rest on the seat of the barstool. She then left it to stalk to the place at the far side of the dance floor where the rail split and two steps descended. He was not there as the danceable music started and showlights beamed in. The overall effect of the lighting made the spot she waited in darkness, and the dance floor quite bright.

"Come on out." She heard and so she obeyed. Once at the bottom of the steps she saw him a few feet away reaching for her hand. OK, this was alright. She let him lead her to the middle of the floor, or close to it, and they began a non-touchy shuffle of just feet moving; first to one side then to the other. It was probably apparent that she was not much of a dancer.

He closed the distance to put his hands on her hips to instruct them into a dip with every other step. Once she had this motion automatic he set her lose with a push into a spin. She met him back-to-back, still dipping her hip, then touch front-to-front where he closed the distance by sliding a leg between hers, almost touching and then sometimes touching. Her thighs would close with her motion to surround his denim-clad knee. He separated again to orbit around her, but kept her crouched with a hand on her shoulder. The position turned her hip sway into a grind which followed as he eased in behind her. They fully and firmly bumped and bumped as her rear met his lap – a just right seat for her to squirm on and to feel just a little firmness of his response. His hand came across her belly, holding under her boobs to steady her as he pushed his hips and sex against her. This motion parted her thighs a bit more and the skirt rose a little with each pumping grind.

Feeling the music, the motion, the stimulation she closed her eyes and soon bit her lip gently. His pressure let up on her rear for but a moment, and that bracing arm left her hance, but then the lap and its firmness was back and bumped with a bit more gusto. His opposite hand now rested atop her thigh for bracing. The hand bounced with her slightly plump skin for a moment then turned to the inside of her leg. Her motion bounced the probing, questing hand. A bit at a time it landed a little higher and higher, now at the edge of her skirt, then inside the edge, then pressing the edge up higher, higher. Now it brushed panty and the thrill swept her from left to right and settled in her head. Now it moved down to her sex to meet the hand which stroked her panties with each rise of her hips. Soon she was sure the moisture of her excitement, her anticipation would come through the very wide mesh of her red lace. Then the hand was back on her thigh, but at the top. The rub flowed from front to back and teased her still clad labia, but it was searching for something more. It pressed against the joinder of her thigh to her crotch. Rubbing, rubbing, now hooking. It was in – just inside her panty it rubbed her bare lip on the right side and she knew her labia were drawn apart by the motion and by their own engorgement. As the song ended she felt the final two motions rub along her moist slit, then she stopped and rested her own hand on the firm hand up her skirt. Strong and wide it supported a wide bejeweled class ring. But she was sure he didn't wear a ring. Confusion set in and she snapped her eyes open. She turned to se who it really was – who'd cut in, but as the next song started with a wholly different tempo a shift took place on the dance floor. Her turn to face her mystery partner brought her to face a wall of three different men. Was it one of them? Was the groping hand already gone through the crowd heading directly off the floor? "You OK?" came the voice directly in her ear.

"I, I ... I guess so, where did you go?"

"Don't worry about it, go ahead back to your drink. I'll bet you need a good sip about now." He spoke true; she'd let herself be touched, penetration had been right at the doorstep, by a totally unknown hand. Moreover, she'd let herself back to the edge of orgasm; it was the second close-but-not-quite cum of the night. Maybe that feeling, subsiding now, had contributed to her advancing disorientation. The strangers – the place was now quite full of them – parted to allow her off the floor, and she moved back to her spot at the bar delicately looking about. Her clipboard was already off the seat and on the bar. She had a good, firm gulp of her drink as she sat. She let the chair make sure her skirt was all the way down at its proper place, and a shift of her thighs repositioned her panty's edge. But so far nothing had restored her personal edge. "Do make an obvious gesture of looking about. You're looking for something, but don't be afraid of looking small." He instructed from parts unknown. She did so, but she also spared a look to the clipboard, which had been added to. She had typed, "I have been bad and need to atone for that. Help me to see the costs of my misdeeds." Then there were several blank lines which had been filled in – just now – with a carefully made legible print stating, "I will experience tonight what only a naughty cumbucket should ever know. Meet me at room 705 after 11:30 to help." Three columns of blanks descended from that – blank except for a first name already scrawled across one.

"What do you see?" asked the voice

She looked around unsure, "I can see you're serious," she visibly swallowed, " can see I'm going to be busy – got my work cut out."

"OK, adjust yourself."

"What?"

"Your boobs, hike them a bit, and keep your legs open when you revolve on the stool."

"I ... yes, sir." She sat like this awhile and finished her appetizer sampler and a drink. "Another, please." She beckoned to the new bartender, a man with blond hair and a nametag that announced 'Sam'.

Came the voice in her ear, "I think you're ready for the next step."

"I am?"

Oh yeah, now this might be tricky because I want you to do this slowly, and yet nonchalant..."

"OK, yes, sir."

"Facing away from the bar, take off your panties."

"What?!"

"I want you to take off your panties. Any trouble or do you need help?"

"Yes, sir – I mean n-no, sir." She sat very still a moment. That was a new twist she hadn't thought would happen. Not that it would be the boldest move of the night he'd layed out before her, but it certainly ... it certainly linked what he had described to a sense of the real. Even more than a finger along her pussy lips this signified that this night was happening.

And she did it.

It was hard to do nonchalantly from sitting down. Either way this would involve reaching up into her skirt, hiking up her skirt or a combination of the two.

So first she pinched her mid-thigh skirt halfway higher. The she waited, looked around a bit to see who was looking. Such a furtive look was futile, though, against the unusual and changing lighting. She reached in at the center with both hands and hooked her lace at the crotch. She lifted her butt with two bounces while pulling with her fingers and freed the panties from her weight.

Passing groups pressed close and she extracted her fingers and lowered her hem all in one motion. Well, not too technically her underwear was off; only skirt covered her buttocks, and only her own thighs closed over her vagina now. However, the task was not done. "Well, how's it going?"

Instead of answering she looked around at people a moment longer, then opened her purse on the bar. She reached up the sides of the stretchy skirt and fingered the band of her panties, hooked it and slid them efficiently out. They were loose enough that once at the knee she could lift her right leg , and her foot was free. That little maneuver surely showed people to the right something. Still keeping her eye on her work she crossed her left leg over her right and used one finger to drag the red lacy bundle down around her left foot. Perhaps people to the left had even been able to catch a glimpse up her skirt. She now turned to the bar and, shying up a bit, dropped her panties into her small purse and closed it. She still faced the bar and fought embarrassment, or the potential for it, by sipping her drink and resting her face on the back of her hand. "OK," she finally said, "it's done. And I suppose I ..."

"... that you know how I want you to sit for the next few minutes?"

"Yes, is that next?"

"Show what you've got."

She slowly rotated the stool, her legs still crossed at the knee. Before she was 180° around she slowly uncrossed and then finished her turn. She had been sitting upright but now, with the bar at her back, she could lean back. Taut-held breasts propped up by the arch of her back, legs slightly apart, head absently high, she let herself sway the revolving stool left-right-left with the music. A bit of air noticeably moved past her private place and she felt a flush there. She wondered if anyone was watching her pussy, but didn't dare to look directly to see. Had this excited her so that her labia had swelled? Moved? Could anyone tell from here? She absently thought of reaching in and spreading herself open with her fingers, and a wave of horniness walked across her nipples. She didn't do it, but the thought occurred. Now she allowed herself to look out, catching a glimpse that her nipples were noticeable despite the shirt and bra. 'oh, boy; what am I getting into?' It was a thought she'd last had at a gentlemen's club on ladies night while visiting the men's room on a dare. That's how she was treating this – like a dare. And god knows she was a sucker for a dare. For a reminder of what she was getting into she looked back at the clipboard.

"Are you there?" She murmured after a couple more shots at her drink.

"Yes, what do you need?"

Can I go to the bathroom?" The sensation of having to pee had crossed her path like the cool breezes down below from the air conditioning.

"Well, that's a good idea," came the reply, "Hey, do you have your lipstick or Chapstick in your purse?"

"Yes."

"Take it out and bring it with you."

"Which one?"

"You pick, mix it up for me, eh."

"OK."

"The restroom is on the second floor."

"Ok." She slid off the stool and, being a bit short, she was aware of having to hike the back of her skirt down wondering if she'd showed a bit of the bottom of her butt. To get upstairs she had to climb a wide curved stairway with people lingering against the wall in conversation. This made her have to navigate up the middle of the stairs and half way to the second floor she became aware of a man in all white following her a few paces back. 'Is he really following me? What does he see from there? Does he have a view?' She was aware of her flushed thighs and labia again. She was answered, in part, when she got to the top step. The women's room had developed a line that reached that far. Stopping there to wait she noticed that this man behind and below her, paused for a moment of indecision before actually aware of the possibility of being caught sniffing her out. He actually turned back to descend the stairs.

Her wait in line was about 10 minutes to get into a stall. As she entered he spontaneously tickled her ear with, "Do you whistle?"

"God. You scared me. Yes."

"OK, do that while you pee."

"OK uh," and she whistled a little bit with the song that pumped in from the dance floor. She practiced in the tradition of hovering over the seat – who knows what that thing had seen/beheld. "OK, she whispered, I'm done."

"Finger yourself a bit after you wipe."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Oh, yes sir. Do you want me to cum or something?"

"No, no just get a bit wet."

"OK, well I am a bit um, umm." She said acknowledging a little thrill was already there from everything that had happened so far. Still she fingered herself as she checked and felt that her lubrication was still there. But a moment of humoring him and then, "What next?"

"OK, I want you to exit the stall," she did as his voice bade, "Now apply the lipstick."

"I brought Chapstick..."

"That's even better, you're not putting it on your lips."

"What? Where?"

"Put it on your other lips while you're still in the restroom."

"What?"

"Yes, what?"

"Oh ... yes sir." She walked to a sink and uncapped the tube, "Um, there are other women here ..." some of whom began to look at her as her mumbles were amplified to almost audible by the restroom walls.

"I know."

"And I'm wet."

"I know, I guess you'll have to wipe with a paper towel..."

There were some coarse restaurant towels nearby and she pulled a small fistful. She sized up her reflection a moment as she seized up something within. As she turned about she reminded herself, 'he won't know if I fake this.' But then again, 'I know, but it won't be the same.' Turning brought her face-to-face with a stern-looking short haired brunette who was standing in line. Without a word she flattened her paper towels and reached for the edge of her skirt. She had to look down for a moment and bend her legs apart to reach up and dab at her moistened crotch. She was obvious, as one could only be. He skits hiked up an inch or so, the edge trying to bend and fold upward. Her eyes came back up and met the gaze of the brunette. A furrowed brow and the trace of a sneer belied how that older woman felt. The newcomer, caught observing, averted her eyes. 'that's Okay, lady, the rest of you bitches will surely catch a glimpse of this.' She reached down and assumed the same posture to apply the Chapstick. 

"How's it going?" Having difficulty she didn't respond, instead she jostled with getting the Chapstick up her skirt.

Thinking 'Fuck it!' she adjusted her approach, hiked the bottom of her skirt up to just an inch below her cootchy and leaned back against the sink. Someone trying to see would watch her apply directly to skin with only a little bow of their head. And so she did roll out a bit of the balm stick and matter-of-factly rub it onto her labia, several coats being required to coat her swelling lips. 'Uh oh,' something was welling up. No, something surprising and shocking and ... a sting as the mentholatum had touched a bit of her inner lip. She bit the lips of her mouth to hold back a rush of breath as the sting rose up; not harmful, but disconcerting. As she adjusted her skirt back into place she noted that several other women in line had definitely observed her and there were mixed reactions. A couple of them just couldn't contain their flabbergasted looks, some quickly cast their gazes elsewhere, and one pair of college aged girls smiled and whispered something between them demurely. Braced against the breezy sensation at her twat and the urge to exclaim 'Whoo!' she straight shoulderedly strode from the bathroom. She about bumped into a slender redhead with a catty smile as she strode through the doorway.




Atonement! M



That near buffeting, though, only foretold a little of what was to come. Firstly, she had to jostle and maneuver a little to get to the steps down again, twice affecting some bystander's elbow with her boobs – this place had filled more since she'd been in the bathroom. That was what; five minutes?

As she arrived safely back at her seat and belted down the rest of her most recent drink she thought of how she must just be noticing the crowdy-ness more because she was feeling conspicuous. Why? 'Uh, well,' she thought in answer, 'you just Chapsticked yourself in front of a bunch of strangers, your boobs are out to here, and your usual armor of panties are sitting useless in your purse. 'God, this would make a great study for an article. Except... where could I publish such stuff? The newspaper? And it's about ... me! Oh god!' Realization dawned that exposing herself in print would be like exposing him in print.

Came his voice, "Easy now, can you steady yourself to dance? 

"In a moment"

"OK, how about in two songs?"

"Yes, Sir."



Atonement! N



'You just Chapsticked yourself in front of a bunch of strangers, your boobs are out to here, and your usual armor of panties are sitting useless in your purse. God, this would make a great study for an article. Except... where could I publish such stuff? The newspaper? And it's about ... me! Oh god!' Realization dawned that exposing herself in print would be like exposing ... him in print, which she kind of did.

Came his voice, "Easy now, can you steady yourself to dance? 

"In a moment"

"OK, how about in two songs?"

"Yes, Sir."

Okay, she had a moment to study this. Really she was the one doing this. Sure he was calling the shots, but everything that had happened in the bathroom, moves on the dance floor, keeping the clipboard on the bar and not balling up the page – it was really herself. She could have, really could have, lied about the whole thing and left there head held high. So what else could she do – meaning; where was the line? Really, she could draw it anywhere. Would he really leave her if she called off the project now? No, surely. He wants to see her devotion level with this upcoming sexcapade, 'Well, it's up to me to show it then, he'll be along whether I do or I don't.' She decided and then she decided, 'I'm in as far as he'll go, I'm in to the top.' She allowed this thought to find its sexual spin. She glanced at the clipboard again. Three names; her newfound resolve didn't keep her from finding a nervous gulp. But it did get her rebound working enough to recover from her thoughtful state, to take a gulp of a drink, and to grab the reins. After awhile sitting legs opened as requested she stood up, 'better get a good spot on that dance floor, just half a song to go.' She wondered if she mumbled that while she thought it. 

The current song was only marginally danceable to her, but it had enough of a beat to bounce around a bit, so when she got to the floor she did just that, a little solo bopping in place, be noticeable, look pleasant, brush hair back with one hand with the other hand resting behind the hip. When that song did end she found herself still alone, but facing a man who was just a little familiar.

In what seemed like a pause the first, quieter tones of a bright dance tune from the '80s swelled up. The man before her and she silently agreed to move in to dance to "Let the Music Play" and she remembered seeing him in the lobby; one of the four men that comprised the bachelor party. This song got going bouncily with its colorfully distinct tones and up beat, but it was still a bit tame. Few people were touching to dance to this song. But wait, more people were closing in on the floor. She realized this when she turned around to dance and his hip met hers for a couple of bounces – cute, but she saw that the crowd was going to be pressed close behind her.

She danced herself around again to face her partner who was smiling. He seemed like such a nice guy with that smile; good. At the time of the second chorus she closed the distance to him and they were about rubbing fronts because of the press of people at her back. Some woman at her back occasionally bumped into her with an arm and it made her large breasts close the distance and make first contact. Up-down across his belly they moved several times. About the sixth time he put his arms out, hands gently to her hips in a gesture that looked like he could steady her. Really he put no pressure at all there, he was just touching – one hand slid up to her side. He was still in a safety zone as long as he didn't tickle her. 

As the extended version chorus chimed in with some action moves they wound up right at each other, no more gap, and their knees mingled to dance this way.

To dance to the upcoming mix of solos they crouched a bit, knees accommodating each other's motions. She had put her hands on her skirt at the sides of her thighs and could feel the skirt start to hike up with each side-side rock of her hips. Having the tiniest bit of extra butt and thigh probably encouraged this, she thought, a thinner girl would not have this happening. Seeing her skirt ride up brought him closer, his leg meeting hers a little higher up. Higher, higher his blue slacks now met her rising hem and encouraged it another bit. Just then another hand found its way to her side. It was not her partner's and she looked down to see another male hand had come in from behind. She danced a moment with both arms raised to see what she could see.  

A long black sleeved arm trailed behind the big hand which was now holding back her black drapey over-shirt making he rleft breast seem all the more prominent. The new hand, unlike her first partner's two, slid up and down with her hipsways and rubbed even further forward to be able to rise up under her breast. The man in front inched ever closer pressing her skirt up a bit more. To accommodate his closeness her thighs danced further apart and the bottom of that skirt rolled itself ... once ... twice. To the back, on her rear she felt a new press. Someone, presumably the owner of that third hand, allowed his front to gently bounce into her buttock, just a couple of times at first. Then it happened more firmly and increasingly until it was every beat. A woman's bare back faced her on the right, and another man was on her left. This last was not touching her, but gave the impression he was watching the unfolding show, and that was the box she was in. It became claustrophobic very quickly, but she didn't let up or ask to be let out, she kept right on dancing. Letting her arms down to her sides she did a move on the music's crescendo that dramatically twisted her hips, and when she got back into rhythm she felt a firm hard, press at the center of the male form behind her. Her twist had made his hand run almost all the way across her belly and trace an underline beneath both her breasts. The song was ending, but the box was tight and the dance partner to the front was now holding her in; although gently. That man had placed one hand just barely around her back, and the hand at her hip now held just above the swell of her rear. This latter hand slipped up and down with the rhythms of their bodies, the music, and basically rubbed at her ass. There's the press of a pelvis from behind again, well, that was not just his pelvis, there was definitely something there. 

Yes, there was a stirring. A discovery occurred then that made her flush a little at the cheeks. The discovery rubbed across both her other cheeks before settling into a rhythm along the crack of her ass. Her flush made her high for but a second, the same second that brought the end of the song.

"Ok, this was easy." She said under her breath and under the noise as the press of bodies loosened, but no gap separated the tunes and a slightly rougher dance number that she didn't know bounced in. Not a one of her borders vanished and the motion of the next song swept in and caught her up. The arm lowering maneuver from a moment before had covered the two wrists – one from in front and one from behind – and trapped their owners for the one second transition to the new dance. Soon she would not be able to tell if she was dancing to the rhythm or if the rhythm of what was happening around or to her was what kept her body moving. Though the man in front had backed up an inch or two his knee was still parked between her thighs. Now, though, she could see how far up her skirt had hiked and that it's hem had rolled, twice. It was high; could he see – see her pussy? Another woman was facing in by a few moments into this song; facing into her little box and also gently bumping hips with the woman in the open backed outfit.

The bumping into the rear had become more-or-less insistent, and with each push she felt a new larger impression of that mystery man's excitement. Harder the rhythm drove them and the hand from behind now firmly held her ribs under her breasts, which heaved over his wrists. For a moment she could hear her own breath dominate her own senses, and she made eye contact with the new woman, the one that was facing her. Was this one of those college girls from the bathroom? The pair who'd talked without shying away at seeing her applying Chapstick to herself. As this woman took a long sip of her drink through pursed lips on a straw her eyes looked down, down girly's frame, down what was left of the border that her skirt once described, down where the blue slacks were climbing back up her clasping rocking thighs. The girl made eye contact again with a straw lipped smile that said 'yes, your vagina is in view f someone looks right.' The blue slacks closed the gap to her hem while she had eye contact with the woman, but she knew. Within seconds his firm knee was teasing at her labia, and she felt her lips fill. There was a warm parting sensation that would soon allow out a hot pool of fluid.

The partner in front soon gave her ass a squeeze and then increased his crouch before her. This was all a steadying movement that allowed him to move his one leg further up under her and presently his position against her increased right up to her crotch. She ground back at him, not one to shy away, and his leg pressed her lips apart. The pelvis behind her now insisted against her rear and a member was firmly pressed against her part not leaving her butt for any motion. She thought she could distinguish, through skirt and denims, where ended the shaft and where was the head. That penis' sided to side motions remained slight compared to the back/forth, up and down motions of her dance.

'Dance,' she thought, 'this is quickly turning into a fuck.' The newcomer woman watched on, as did that man to her left. Sometimes the woman made eye contact while she sipped her drink, but as soon as the drink went down so did her eyes. This song had only been on about a minute to this point. She ground onto the knee to the front and felt her moisture well up – hard now, harder. The hand from the rear slipped down to her waist and held her firmly to that man's pelvis. She wasn't even sure that her skirt wasn't up so far in the back that he wasn't rubbing raw denim on her ass. There that man's wrist rolled a couple of times and her pink top, because of it's tightness, climbed her tummy a bit.

Making eye contact with college girl again she met a straw-playing grin that seemed to say 'You know what's next.' In her head girly continued the conversation with 'Want some of your own, bitch, or do you want this too?' which must have played across her face as the grin broadened to a playful laugh.

The man in front was now firmly ahold of her hips as she danced up his knee – his thigh really. Between that and the firm hold from the back, where a hand had found it's way into the bottom of her top, she was well held in place. Soon she had bucked up enough onto the thigh she was on, at, and then over-standing, that she was on her toe tips. Now she was fully grinding the blue slacks, and only the leg within supported her weight. Her clitoris rolled back and forth on his thigh. Wrinkles hiked in the pant held her pussy open and trickled her warm wetness out from within. Once, twice, a dozen times she felt a flutter – up there. She felt pulled and then bent a bit.

Pushing on her stomach sought to pull her back, bend her backwards slowly as that hand rose slowly, inexorably under her tight shirt. She felt the pressure on her rear slide down. Oh, there was his head, a big one to be noticeable through the thick jeans. Then it was too low, it was below her. If he made a sudden rise now his pants, his erect pole would definitely drag her skirt up in back to show her full buttocks and, in fact, everything from the waist down. This excitement was frightening the typical part of her that lives in people who walk through a pedestrian life, but there was a part of her that began soaking this up. She was flushed, she was wet, her nipples were pert and what she worried about a minute before, that he was going to grab her breast, was now a desire. The new motion he was applying, that man from the rear, was actually sliding her. Beat at a time she was sliding off the thigh that penetrated her stance from the front so that she was sure that she was leaving a trail, 'like a snail,' she thought. She reached with a hand to actually touch the slacks where she'd been with one hand and she could feel the moisture. Off one leg she was pulled and right onto the waiting lap of the man to the back. His questing hand had reached the point where his fingers met her bra; what would that do next? His pressing motion resumed to her rear as she was seated on one side of his lap. This brought the outline of his cock against her cheek with more pressure than he'd had before since her weight was much of the force. The man to the front had been mostly bounced back and she, trying to be a good sport, took on of his hands in hers. That gesture slipped to finger tips to finger tips as the still unseen stranger's lap became her pervasive experience. 

Two minutes into this song? Three? Was it half over? She closed her eyes and held one hand up, around, over to hold her hair off to one side. There was a breath at her bare neck. This man's other hand came up to her hip to steady her on his lap. Something new caught her attention from the front. That pounding denim clad rod hard on her tush made her butt bounce more noticeably, oh this meant that her skirt had ridden up in the back enough to be bare at the bottom half. A new surface tapped against her knees, a new person. At a slurp sound she opened her eyes to find that the girl that had been to her right had filled in the space to her front. College girl finished her drink and handed off the cup, but the straw remained between pursed lips. 

That young woman supplanted girly's first partner and now was dancing her own knees onto her thighs just above the knee. Her legs were still pretty much as parted as they had been moments before, but she dared not look down to see just how much of herself was out there. A sly, head lowered look alternated between our heroine's face and her crotch, which was indeed totally visible from the front. The bottom of the newcomer's skirt fluttered back and forth delicately on one creamy semi-asian toned thigh. Even higher she pressed, slowly, and she reached out one slender hand to girly's hip, no; lower, to the fold of her hip to her leg, bent from sitting on the thrusting man's lap.

Thrusts bounced her soft ass, thrusts parted her cheeks, thrustscaught her breath and thrusts brought fingers up the final step to clutch at her support bra. They just pulled it down, down, down. Still inside her shirt, but rolled up beneath her boobs it propped them up even higher as they bounded free and bounced with a thrust.

Her own thrill that had crept up a bit when she was riding her first dance partner's leg, had retreated, but not vanished. Instead it hovered, waiting excitedly, but nervously to see what was next. Now, as her nipples reached full anticipatory swell, as this attractive, sly-smiling woman rubbed thigh to thigh and climbed higher still, as her skirt rolled up the last stage to uncover her bare bottom, that feeling danced back into view. She felt her opening part with what must have been a noticeable gush from below. She again felt a growing from within, warm, vibrating loosely to the music like the cover of a stereo speaker.

The thrusting cock upon which she basically sat was grinding denim against her anus with impunity now, which brought a bit of friction past her pussy She must be stamping his pants with each bounce, wetting them with excited juices. She realized that from no direction now was her pussy concealed, and most who cared to look would be able to see her lips part. The woman in front had the most clear view of course, but had gotten into the dance more and moved her head more. It was both that woman's hands that now held girly's hips. New people pressed in from the sides, and this song jumped immediately to a third lighter, but faster and bouncier tune. It was an old song from a local's favorite that beckoned all to "Smile, smile one more time." The thrusts on her ass became more of a bounce and alleviated the grind a bit, but her stability still seemed ensured. The hand inside her top helped steady her by firmly clasping her left breast, though the right one remained free to heave up, also forward by her own motions. One firm nipple pressed warmly into a strong hand while the other showed against the fabric it held taut. She closed her eyes again and she was aware that a little "uh" escaped her lips with each bounce now, aware that this was so little like dancing and so much like fucking, aware that the girl in front of her was leaning forward or being pushed forward from behind.

Her elusive orgasm still hovered, having been denied twice tonight before this like some curious pet still waiting to see what was next. Her hand holding her own hair back from one side found a reminder in the dried crusted hairs concealed by her long locks. The hand holding her hip began a quest of its own. At the same time the thighs riding up her own brought contact with satiny panties that stroked like an explorer's row boat at the tide-lapped beach of her own lap. That girl's hair tickled her cheek and the hem of her looser skirt gently fanned a breeze against girly's open inner labia. She was sure she was trickling down her thigh to where she would moisten the other girl's tightly planted leg. She also felt a trickle tickle down around the curve of her ass to further wet the pants of the man who thrust against her with less abandon and more intent. For him it was a dry hump, for her it was all wet.

She opened her eyes and could see the side of the other woman's head who's now audible breathing had developed a deeper tone. Looking further she could see down that woman's back she could see her own first partner to this round of dancing. He and the other girl were engaged in a dry hump of her own; or was it? From where she was she couldn't tell for sure. Was her skirt up over her rear, were her panties down around her ass, just low enough to get at her pussy from the back of her bent forward form? Maybe not as she thought she could feel the other girl's pussy grind her leg now, high up. Still she imagined penetration as that woman was in the throes of something. Some hand had left her own hip and was working it's way down her hance.

It was the larger, masculine one, the one that matched the one that still firmly held her left tit. Her right tit still responded to her moves to the music, though she had long lost track of how much was her movement and how much was pushed through her. There was not room in her blouse for all this and she knew the bottom of her top must be rising and would maybe soon display that bundled up bra. The other, hovering hand rounded the curve of her thigh high-up, had to actually slip against the grinding satin of the other girl, to finally hike firmly against the place girly's leg met her labia. The other girl, breathy sounds still in girly's, ear turned her head with an "Ah, huh!" and looked down, but couldn't see past where her own skirt flopped at their meeting point. That contact that had successfully covered girly's exposed vagina was brief as college girl pressed back against her own grinding and nestled her head against girly's neck. 

The panties lifted off her thigh, but the firm masculine hand that had found its way down there pressed up; now index finger parted her labia. Now index and middle fingers were there, parting and the lips engulfed the slight pain that tapped at her clitoris. Now her orgasm made itself more known; still nervously, but welling up. Now pounding thrusts from behind and below had slowed, diminished, to just enough to accommodate a pair of fingers that stroked one twat and rammed home at the button at the front. Now her breath was in hitches and she heard the other woman's breath do the same. Was she penetrated? How? That woman backed off her lap enough to be able to see the handling girly's pussy was getting. She was bent pretty far forward, was she going down there herself? Now she could see that one of that girl's dance partner's hands had disappeared from her hip. So that's what, they were both getting fingered to orgasm parallel. Now the other girl let out a yelp close to the ear that could be heard over the music a little and in a surprise move, she brought a kiss up to girly's mouth. Now she received the kiss after a millisecond of wide-eyed surprise. Now. Now. Now, now, now something was coming.




Atonement! N



By the time her tongue's motion met her visitor's the new comer trilled loudly into her mouth once, twice, three times, then the kiss was gone, and a moan lingered next to her ear. "Oh, yeah." The other nodded as she slowly straightened. Moving away uncovered girly's pussy for about three other people of the pressing crowd to observe as a strong wide hand ground three fingers around in circles within girly's labia. The song bagan to fade and the excited voice of the DJ announced a break was coming. The surprises of the last 20 seconds had brought her once expectant orgasm, just perched on the edge, to retreat to a safe distance again.

The other girl moved farther back and started to turn away to follow the hand she held, which had surely been up her snatch a moment before. The loss of the body in front of her made her very aware that she now was in a crowd of people with her skirt way above her pussy and mostly off her ass, 'It's becoming breezy.' She thought. The insanity of the situation didn't escape her, though, with a man she had yet to face tightly clenching her left tit and twisting her glistening wet twat into knots and at least 6 were watching her, make that 10. What to do?!

With the last strains of music the lights on the floor, once blues and reds, now faded to near black. In the last light she saw the other young woman stepping away with her prize and trying to adjust her skirt. The flouncy hem was caught, however, in the back of her satin panties – they were pastel blue.

What to do? The dark would only last a second and enough people had seen. She wiggled into a step forward that freed her from his lap. Initially the hands seemed disinclined to cease their work, but just as her orgasm had done he seemed to give up to the idea that such visibility was undesirable. His hands slid out of her clothes as she grabbed the bottom of her skirt. Another step forward allowed her the motion to bring her skirt to a position to be lowered. The rolled up bottom line would have to be last, it was the hardest to get to cooperate. No, there was not going to be an orgasm with this conspicuous feeling that came with the raising of the regular white house lights which were now flooding the dance floor. For a second the glaring bright caught her, showing the last 3 jostles it took to get her skirt down into manageable position. Had the lights caught her still exposed trim and rubbed-rosey cheek bottoms? Surely they had. Who noticed? Everyone? Surely not. No one? Don't be silly, 'you already know better than that.' She told herself it was at least a dozen, with maybe a few more aware that something was going on. She avoided the urge to look around as she turned to look around. It was hard and she felt a little space had been made around her by people leaving the floor. She avoided meeting anyone's gaze as she looked for the owner of the lap upon which she had been perched, whose hands had roughly coaxed her body to the edge of eruprion. No dice, they'd receded into the movement of people departing the area. Time for her to move, too. Was that orgasm going to cum anytime soon? No time to think about that, get back to that seat.

On her way back she heard, "Quite a show there. Met some new friends, eh?"

"I don't know, er, was that supposed to be how that went off?"

"You did fine for how tonight's going to shape up." Then a pause, "are you alright?"

"Uh," she thought about it. She was, wasn't she? She knew what tonight might entail, he had clued her in, even if he hadn't been very graphic about all of this part. "Um, yeah, yeah I suppose I am." It was just all the people who weren't involved, who could see what she was doing, who'd seen her bare vagina, who could see her getting fingered and groped... and into it.

"What was that?"

"I mean yes, sir, I am." Though the rough handling had made an impression upon her senses. Though fading the feeling of course fondling still dwelt between her thighs and in the hand print sensation on her left breast. "I just need a drink and to wash myself off and..."

"What does she think she needs?"

"I need, I need," she sighed, forget it, "I need dick sir."

"We'll see what we can do, come outside to the patio."

"Yes, sir." She stood and strode unevenly on her heels, her legs were a little shaky. Around the floor and around another bar she wound her way to a door and out onto the quiet, dimly lit deck. Every inch of the way she felt eyes, eyes, more eyes, 'ignore it.' Only about ten people grazed and watered out here. It was a bit nippy for lingering, and it was very nippy for someone with short clothes and no underwear. Her nipples immediately rose to erect as the cold permeated the old thin top like it was thread bare. She had virtually forgotten that her bra was not really on her boobs anymore. The moisture on her thighs also told her of the temperature.

There he was with two drinks in front of him. One, a beer, was mostly gone; his. The other immediately met her admiring lips and a gulp disposed of a quarter of it right there.

"Hey, easy you can take it with you." He smiled putting a hand gently on her hip.

"Am I doing what you want, whet it takes?" She said trying to not let a feeble note walk across her voice.

"Oh, yeah, you're doing great. How's the clipboard looking?"

"Um, well I don't think a lot of men get what your plan is. There are only three names on it." She aid preceding another swallow. The warmth of the drinks was now having intercourse with her lost orgasm, cheering it up, but then charging forward threatening to take its place.

"Oh it'll get there, we're almost done he said waving his beer, on its dregs, in the direction of the club. It seemed that was probably his first and only drink of the evening so far. "Now why don't you go finish that up at the bar and see what comes up?"

"OK, uh yes sir." She turned to leave and he firmly took her shoulder, stopping her. He turned her to face him and kissed her firmly, and let it slide into tenderness. Next he patted the back of her skirt and she responded with another kiss, one that she pressed forward, one that showed a want or a need. His hand slid below her skirt to her thighs, then briefly between them. At first she was puzzled by the awkward grope, but then she realized he was feeling for her leakage, and there was some.

"OK, times a wastin'."

"Yes, sir." She made it inside this time and he gave her an update on the time throught the earpiece... The clipboard said 11:30. Now it was 10:38. About to sit, she swept her hand under her to keep her skirt under her rear. 

"Hold on," he stopped her, "Hey you're really really wet and don't have panties on. Let's not risk an obvious wet spot on your skirt. You can cross your legs, but don't sit on your skirt."

"Yes, sir." Okay she would slide onto the barstool then bounce up the last couple of inches to allow it to move naturally. Bending to sit allowed the back to rise some and the bounce did the rest. Now her buttocks were on the stool's leather and wood seat. Before she crossed her legs, at the knee, she felt as if her labia, swollen from excitement, touched bare against the seat. Crossing her legs felt safer, but she wondered if there might be a bit of a view up her thighs. What could be seen there? She knew she was showing a lot of rump, though. Sure other girls sat with their skirts out from under them, but other girls were wearing looser, covering skirts and , oh yeah, panties.

"If you want you can pull your bra back up... or off." Came the voice only she could hear.

'Okay, Mister,' she thought, 'how's this?' She turned to face the bar and tried to discretely move the clasps to the side. She unhooked the bra and pulled it down out of her shirt between her body and the bar. She balled it up and plopped it down into her purse. Snap, closed, 'Large and free, that's them that's me.' At her own rhyme she let out a giggle. She let the smile linger as she turned around, legs still crossed, but breasts unfettered to press against the taut, thin blouse as she leaned back against the bar on her elbows and shoulder blades. Wait! Where was the clipboard? She turned quickly. It hadn't been in the stool, nor under or near her purse. Just then it clacked down on the bar where she was looking. Her eyes followed the arm up to meet the face of the man who'd danced at the front of her on the floor, yeah the one who'd fingered that other girl to cum, yeah one of the bachelor party dudes. Oh, she was drunk alright. As she wondered how to reply to him putting his name on her sheet he gave her a quiet little smile and faded away. Six, six names now.

Okay well, she had time for a change of scenery. See if this fits the plan. She stood up and was slow to lower the back of her skirt. Sliding off the barstool had brought it up her ass and damn near showed off her pussy again. Fixed, though, 'It should do what it has to until I get up there.' She looked above the dance floor to the second and third levels. There were a couple of lazy dancers getting on to the house music and it seemed the DJ would be getting back into the swing of things again.

She walked around the dim areas of the club and all the way to the dance floor one time before mounting the stairs again. For some reason, in this brief off season for dancing, people were congregating on the stairs in small bunches to talk. Here she passed one of the women who'd looked at her reproachfully in the restroom. On one small landing she had to turn sideways to move through one pack of six men. Half of them bore the brunt of her freed breasts, probably by their design, and her rear brushed past on of their fronts. Was this her fan base? She searched among the railing when she reached the second tier. Nice, she found a place that served her purposes as it stood her right over the DJ's booth and the dance floor crowd could look right up at her. Plus she could just see her purse and the clip board and her drink. Mmm, she did feel good, and on some level it was becoming hard to distinguish whether it was her intoxication, her participating in others' voyeuristic tendencies, her sense of sexual thrill or the idea of being the object of sexual attention with more to come.

Now the DJ was getting started again loudly announcing the hot hits were a-comin' and get to that dance floor to get your groove on; Ha! Had he no idea? A thrumming hip-hop song cranked up and a number of people immediately cleared the stairs to head for the floor. Watching the dancing bodies from an elevation was sure unique and gave it a detached quality until others gathered around her at the rail to also move in place to the music. She decided to add a rhythm by bending her legs to the music, scoring the beat with her knees. People on the floor looked up and pointed or waved at their friends near her, but she noticed a man or more look back a second time, or third. 'See something you like,' thought she.

A new glance at the bar, showed two of the males from the top of the stairs discussing something while one held the clipboard. By gestures she ascertained that they lacked a pen – say, what happened to the pen that had been included? 'C'mon fellas, what about a little ingenuity?' Okay, one of them turned to ask the bartender who produced one handily. Both mean signed on. 

She stayed put for two more songs and smugly noticed the looks and points that headed up her way. During the second song a presence was at her back, over her, moving in her space. There was a tall man who looked down over her shoulder and just about pressed against her rear in the process. He stayed for longer than need be for the task of salutations to his friends below. With his hand actually on the rail, she just knew he was taking his time to look down her blouse, down at her ample, freed breasts through fabric that was letting light stream in. Then he was gone. 

She looked down again this time to see him collecting the clipboard and she heard him say into her ear, "We should probably get back to set up."

"Yes, sir," and she stepped back from the rail and braved the steps again. Fewer people now; still, she made it a point to brush past a couple of men that she could have easily gone entirely around. "Excuse me." At the bar she paid her tab and left a tip for Sam and gathered her purse. One more draw on her drink and she just walked off on the rest. Leaving the club brought her to the expansive lobby again and to the elevator bank where he awaited. The time was four 'til eleven.

"Good, thank you for coming." He smiled.

"You rang?" she joked back and they stepped into an elevator opening right then. 

On the elevator ride to the seventh floor he told her, "go ahead and put your panties back on, bra too if you have time." There was time for the panties, fortunately their ride was not interrupted this time, but the bra would wait. "Or don't, that's not that important." Okay.

At 11:01 they were back in the room and he reminded her there was much to do.



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On the elevator ride to the seventh floor he told her, "go ahead and put your panties back on, bra too if you have time." There was time for the panties, fortunately their ride was not interrupted this time, but the bra would wait. "Or don't, that's not that important." Okay.

At 11:01 they were back in the room and he reminded her there was much to do.

"Are you sure? You know I'm incredibly horny." She approached him from the side and attached herself to him. On second thought she grabbed his ass gently and rubbed his groin through is pants. "Do you want to shoot up my hair again? You know... 'I need dick.'"

"Oh and dick you'll have. Right now there's no time, there will be, but I'm saving up for good things to come. I already came 3 times today, y'know."

"Three? Wait, three," she wondered as he led her to the suite's bathroom.

By way of answer he poured her a glass of water and said, "You'll need at least a couple of glasses of water, start now." He was covering something, "and do you know what these are for?" He pointed to three packages of douches he'd lined up on the ledge behind the sink.

"Uhm, yeah..." she said after half a glass of water, "why?"

"Well I thought you might like to use one... well, now before hand, you know, anally." He looked expectantly.

"So you mean this to go... no-holes-barred?"

"I suppose that's how to put it," he cleared his throat, "Is that a problem?"

Either the alcohol or the anticipation and horniness defeated the butterflies of the unknown and so, "No sir." Came her response.

"I'll finish some other things, while you..."

"OK," she watched him out as she contemplated the toilet and using the douche as an enema. "OK." She repeated.

While she attended to preparing herself for just about anything he went to the bedroom and activated the two digital video cameras he had set up; one covering the bed and one that covered just about the whole room. Then he returned to the list they'd collected at the club. Unbeknownst to her the list had grown to twelve men and, although he doubted they would all show up, he wondered how she would handle this much potential sex. What if the list had been longer still? Beside each man's name he placed a pseudonym – so everyone would feel free to do what ever their name might prevent them from doing. Then in a third column he jotted a different woman's name next to each so that every man to screw her tonight would call her by a different name; again anonymity. Mayb, just maybe this would provide some distance between her and the slovenly cum-bucket she was to become tonight.

He did this in the suite's front room and he turned on the room's stereo. He was moving the dial to an all classic rock station when she emerged from the bathroom. She had just used the complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste after her treatment and was presently putting her hair back up with the chop sticks. She winced just a little when she pulled a few strands of crusted hair.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"I will be, she crossed to the honor bar and extracted one of the small bottles of vodka. She took a big sip and he led her to the bedroom.

"OK, I nee you just to stand here and say something." He placed her into a particular spot in the room and went to a laptop where he made sure she was in view on the camera. She read a statement that included her name and age along with saying she was a willing participant in all that was to come. He listened to her voice on headphones and it struck her as odd that she could hear her own voice in her ears through his subvocal mic. "Well, I think we're ready."

"Good, you know," she said easing up to him again, "I hear that I need dick." She tempted as she reached down to rub the front of his pants again. She pulled him down to her for a soft French kiss and he continued their motion until they sat on the bed. The kiss went unbroken until 11:24 when a knock resounded on the outer door. Their kiss ended and he pulled her onto her hands and knees on the bed. She let herself crawl to his lead until she was facing the opposite edge of the king-sized mattress. "OK, stay here." He commanded.

"Yes, Sir," she looked down to hide a wave of nervousness as it passed through her.

He left to answer the door and here she waited; a statue of doggy-style-to-be. Really, she supposed, this was all she had to do; just be posed to receive what was coming next, just be a hole, a receptacle, a... a cum bucket. She looked ahead of her at the dresser to where he'd laid a pile of condoms. Interesting, she knew he would ask if she wanted them, but she decided right then, 'No, I'm playing this role to the top. If I'm a fuck toy tonight then I'm going to ooze the cum for real. He wants this on tape, then let him have a real show.' Certainly not a responsible decision, but it was made.

She had heard the suite door click open, and now there was an exchange of men's voices from the front room. She couldn't make out any actual words as they mingled with the music, so she waited. There was another knock at the door. There was another bit of talk before the outer door was to click open again.

A second later she heard and felt another person move into the room. She had been placed facing ¾ of the way away from the door to the front room so she couldn't see without adjusting her position. A new wave of nervousness entered with the unseen stranger and approached her directly. While the stranger man's approach was a bit slower – maybe measured, maybe also nervous – she reacted to the nervousness by freezing, tensing, tightening. Her breaths became shallow as she craned to listen, but it only really allowed her to hear that there was conversation again in the living room. She had let her face down toward the bed and could, by moving her eyes, see the stranger from the knees down where he slowly walked in. He was still only about three steps in from the door, now four. He must be sizing up what he sees. He started to toe off a pair of white tennis shoes and spoke.

"Hi Megan, I'm Dave." His voice came at a medium pace, but not entirely relaxed. Could he be nervous, too? This struck her as odd and didn't know if that was comforting or cause for more tension. Wait.

"Megan?" she let herself ask.

"Um, Megan?" He said as if confirming and wondering at the same time.

Though awkward this did break the ice, she looked back and broke form to sit up to kneeling, "Megan?" she asked again, "But I'm..." She trailed off as she looked into the face of a man in his late twenties with curling red hair. His furrowed brow belied his shared confusion.

"Um, I'm not really Dave, but for this ..." he also trailed off as realization dawned on them that neither was going by their real names. Talking in the other room continues. She felt a little ease of the tension and both saw the softening of the others features. She reached back with her left hand which gave him an invitation to approach. He instantly developed an appreciation for the size of her chest. When he'd entered her black top draped and hung almost to the bed obscuring them entirely. Kneeling, but facing away hadn't shown him much, but now their profile and her outstretched hand beckoned to him and his features not only softened, but grew to appreciation. His widening eyes felt good on her mind – flattered if not yet comfortable. He took the hand and came around to the front where he was greeted with a kiss. He felt for her and found her breasts. With one long stroke along their sides he then touched her black over shirt and started easing it back.

'I hope this is right.' She thought feeling the novice.She had decided to do what she thought was to be done and had let herself flow from nervousness to curious and to calm acceptance. Now she could let horniness come back around. Their slow motions paused but a second, as sis the voices in the front room, when a third round of knocks came to the hallway door. Then he lowered the blouse off her shoulders to her elbows. She let it slide the rest of the way off her arms while he kissed the top of one of her breasts just above the top of her pink spaghetti-strap top. As the outer door could be heard opening she leaned forward to place her hands on the mattress again. "Well Dave," she said trying to sound allowing, "I think things sound like they might get busy, so I suppose we should get to the business at hand."

"Alright Megan," he said quietly and he moved around the bed. As he climbed onto the bed she raised her rear back up and stood on hands and knees. He kept knee-walking until the front of his jeans met the back of her tight skirt. His hands rested on her back and his erection pressed to escape – as announced to her cheeky butt. The hand on her back softly but smoothly rose up carrying her top with it. Her shirt hiked up slowly until she felt her breasts bound up, then swing free to hang unclad. Her shirt was then bunched up to her armpits and hanging down before her shoulders.

Anotehr man appeared at the edge of her vision, in the doorway. He'd arrived just in time for the freeing of the breasts, when 'Dave's' hands were stroking down her back. The other man hesitated at the doorway while Dave's hands grasped her waist and he pressed his groin firmly to her soft rear for but a moment. Then his hands slid down the sides of her thighs to the bottom of her skirt. She turned her head to face the newcomer.

"Why don't you come on in, um...?"

The fairly short newcomer, a blond man, started with an, "Oh," and added, "Oh, hi Danielle, hi." He quickly paced to where her face was. She recognized him from late in the evening – the stairs. So it was a meeting with her tits that had brought him. Her brow furrowed, but it was Dave who asked...

"Danielle?"

"Yeah, I was told Danielle, but then again I was told that I am Tom, so..." He said and all three got the smirk or relived humor.

"OK Tom..." she said and put on a sly look while Dave pulled her skirt up, up, up, and over her ass, "Well why don't you get comfortable, take off your shoes and ... ah, let's figure out what we're supposed to be doing here." She tried to sound novel and acted detached as Dave caressed her rear roundly. It made her butt feel free, but not overly large; this position and his touch. It was a pleasant touch; not too soft and not too heavy. He leaned in and kissed one cheek, the other, moving the red lace aside each time, then the middle, over her asshole. 'If he'd have seen a few minutes ago what...' she thought and giggled once at her own gross humor. Still, as she watched Tom unshoe and take off his polo shirt she allowed her ass to relax to the kind treatment so far. Next Dave cupped her pubic area firmly with his whole hand but for a moment, then worked his thumb past the edge of her panties and with barely any pause slid the thumb to the palm into her twat, almost unceremoniously. Yes, she was wet. Both she and Dave let out a different tone of, "Mmmm." – she for the warm pleasure of his thumb's penetration, he for his discovery of an easy entry. Tome knelt before her as he undid his belt and fly and rotated to take off his pants.

"You know, Dave..." she turned just her head and shoulder to look at the first man, "I like it, but I'd think you want to get a move on now."

While Dave sat to remove his shirt, then his jeans, Tom knelt to her face again and came close. Slowly, shyly he came in for a kiss. Voices in the other room paused and his voice in her ear receiver sounded, "How are you, OK?"

"Mmm," She said through a kiss, "I'll be OK as soon as this guy gets," another kiss, "his dick in me. Mmm." Tom looked at her curiously, but she answered by turning her head sideways to show the little black machine in her ear.

"OK, tell them about the rubbers over there on the dresser."

"OK, well ... it's OK..."

"You sure?"

"Ohh, yeah."

Just then Dave asked, "Do you want me to put on a rubber?"

She broke another kiss t answer, "No, but I do want you to put that hard dick inside me." Tom had reached up to caress her dangling mammaries while they kissed. Dave then knelt back up and spread her big red lacy panties with his fingers in the leg holes and moved them down to her knees. She started to shift her weight to allow them to come off, but suddenly her knees were pinned. Dave's knees were on her panties, and in an instant his firm penis was pressed against her slit from back to the hood at her clitoris. With a slippy squish he reared back and in one stroke entered. He was already most of the way in... and warm, and hard, and a rush filled her tipsy head. "Whoa, yeah!" She said around a wet kiss. Another thrust and she knew to brace herself. 

Is it happening?" Came his voice on the receiver. Dave, a little on the small side for her size of gap, made up ground with enthusiasm as, by the time she'd replied he'd already laid in at least five, then ten fast very firm strokes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she replied and the pounds of the fucking accentuated her words, "I'm getting fucked." Beats appeared in the middle of some of those words. She was moving down to her elbows to brace better, but Tom took one of her hands off the bed. He pressed her left breast once more, and then stood before her. For a short-ish guy little taller than she guessed, his penis was nice sized, maybe a little over average. Yep, he was a real blond. Not yet acknowledged, a third man stood in the doorway. She felt a warm familiar friend fluttering at the edge of her heat inside as she shifted her weight to one elbow. Her other hand moved to Tom's cock while he pulled her top. She let go and bowed her head as he slipped the top over her head and her up arm, then let it drop to the bed. Again she took him in hand with a ring of fingers close to the base. She reached out her tongue and circled his tip with two licks. She then let it into her mouth, far. Her creping orgasm, wondering if it was going to be let out this time, led her to, "Mmm, mmm." Slowly on Tom's cock, and she let Dave's thrusts, still firmly patting her ass, press her oral strokes on Tom.

The voice returned, "Tell them that you're bad."

"Mmph," she had to extract Tom from her mouth, "Ohh... I'm bad."

"Again."

"I'm a bad girl."

"Again."

"I'm very... bad!" She said loudly letting the thrusts beat each word out of her. More of the spirit swept over her and she buried her face in Tom's pube, accepting almost all of his cock in her mouth right away. The newcomer, a third man, announced his presence, "Hi, Tawny," He'd spent his time well and was already almost undressed. Dave's thrusts had taken on a wet smack sound and her orgasm was getting ready for its night's debut. "I'm Joe," the new voice said, "I suppose we will have to straighten out that bad ass of yours, huh." When he walked into sight she could tell it wasn't 'Joe'. He was the bartender. Hadn't his name tag said 'Sam' downstairs? Well, her name hadn't been Tawny downstairs, nor Megan, not Danielle. Okay.

"Are you going to cum?" came the voice.

"Gah, mmm, Uh huh, uh huh." She had to say around a mouth full of Tom, driven to the back of her throat. "Yeah, yeah!"

"Well tell them." In the background there was a knock at the door.

"I'm, I'm gonna cum!"

Dave laid in two more thrusts much less deep and hard. Then cold suddenly took over her excitement and friction heated pussy. Dave was out. Where? Tom now took her hands before she could look around. He held her arms to the bed while Dave showed up next to her head. Dave coaxed his penis in one hand and reached to undo her hair with the other. As he locks fell on both sides of her face any protests were only expressed as "Huh, Oh, Ohhh, Maaan!" while Dave took up a bundle of hair in the same hand as his cock. 'Joe' who was Sam had walked up alongside the bed and was in easy reach of her rear.

Bad, Tawny?" he asked contemplating her butt, "Bad?" And he reached out and gave her a swat; not badly, just a light swat. Hair held in place as Dave jacked into it, mouth filled as Tom reinserted his dick, all Tawny/Danielle/Megan could do for the swat on her ass was squirm at the waist. Her ass wiggled a bit and enticed another spank. Dave moaned and hitched as he started to ejaculate into her hair. 'WHACK!' the second spank, much louder than the first, resounded about the room and brought all movement and sound to a stop, save the trickle of Dave's semen. Each man looked around a second, but she -- at first shocked by the sting -- was suddenly thrilled by the tingle and responded with a greater wriggle of the ass and a high, encouraging, "Mmmm!" Only Tom could tell, but she suddenly increased suction which spurred him on from passive blowjob recipient to actually putting in careful thrusts. The third man could see this was the wave of the future, at least the immediate future, and climbed onto the bed to drape an arm over her back and loom over her bare ass. He gave her another spank, and again she moaned. Another, and another, six ... each about 5 seconds apart. Was he being fair or was he relishing her responses?

Each spank was followed by a moan which was cut short by Tom's sliding dick reaching the closure of her throat, "Mmmg ... Mmmg!" she exclaimed. Dave loosed her hair and a glob of gooey off-white dripped into view sliding slowly down her hair next to her left eye. Tom edged over and Dave took his place, though losing rigidity, to enter her mouth. She propped back up on her palms to reach the taller man's member then brought her left hand up to support his limpness to her lips. While she attended to Dave's tongue bath, and he reacted with a spasm of pleasure, Tom climbed onto the bed. Joe still held her waist, but had taken to gently rubbing her and kissed where the red marks were gradually blushing to the surface. The spanking had brought her elusive and deceived orgasm back to attention, but she knew it would not bring it back all the way. So it hovered there about her sex, and she hoped Tom would administer the fuck to push her over the edge for the first damn time today.

"What do you think?" Joe asked and grinned.

"I don't know," replied Tom, "A beautiful ass and great boobs, "What could she have done to deserve punishment?"

"Well, you're here, what do you want to do?" Another quiet pause ensued as Dave collapsed into a chair by the dresser and voices droned on in the next room.

"Well," Tom's voice rose as if addressing her from further away, "what did you do, Danielle?"

"Huh?"

In her ear, "Well... tell them something?"

"What?"

Tom: "I want you..." a pat on the rear, "to tell me," another pat, "what you did that's so bad."

Voice of the man: "You'd better tell them something, make up something."

'Whack!', another, seventh, and very real spank fell on her rosy right cheek. Tom, spanked while Joe, who was Sam, held her waist. "Well?" the former coaxed.

"I um..." She bit her lip as she though, "um..." 'Whack!" another landed and a surprised yelp eked out, "I stole something, um I stole ..."

The second and third men looked at each other waiting, then Tom brought his hand down across both cheeks. "Well?" he demanded as he asked.

"Ow! No, I know I need it; I need dick, I need a good fucking with a dick now!"

"Oh, come again?"

"I said I need a lot of dick, I need dicks too much. That's why I'm a bad girl; I need to fuck a lot of dicks right now! I'm a cum bucket and I need a fucking load of cum! Fuck!"

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow. You are a bad girl, that's a potty mouth, too."

"Well, why don't you go wash out that mouth of hers while I finish up here?"

"OK," Joe started to move off the bed. 'Whack!' Tom's next spank resounded clear and sharp across both cheeks. Joe was off the bed when the next man appeared in the doorway. He came in time to see Joe's penis sidling up to her face and Tom rubbing her whole ass in a round motion that worked her little bit of extra tush in a pleasing way. As his hand crossed from one cheek to the other the new guy was treated to a view of anus and vagina a couple of times. He dropped his jacket in the nearest corner and heard 'Whack!', her tenth smack and "Oh, wooo!" from the girl he had just been told to call Jenny. Tom's hand had landed firmly on both cheeks and low so it included her pussy as well -- that was new and sharp and came just as she'd been about to accept Joe's long slender penis between her lips. She resumed the response of wriggling her ass and raised her right hand to pull her hair all to the left side. Now she took Joe's shaft in her hand to steady it. 'Whack! Whack! Whack!' in the space of four seconds several spanks landed together on her cheeks and caught her pussy, too. Powerful sensations, stirringly painful but exciting, rose from her ass and across her plump labia. She made the pressure on Joe's cock hard to bear.




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"Whoa, whoa, wow you've got lips! OK, wow!" Joe exclaimed and she eased, though a few more slaps appeared across her ass. They were surely targeting her pussy, too, not accidentally including it. A bit of a tear appeared at the corner of her eye by the time Tom stopped, but it was solely from the sting and the flushed excitement. She kept up her hand motions on Joe's dick while he slowly entered and fully exited her mouth. Excited gasps accompanied each exit.

Tom examined his hand where juices had literally splashed across his fingers. "So you liked that?" he asked.

"Mmm, uh huh, Mmmph," she said around mouthfuls of Joe, and at her next breath, "but I, Mmmph, want your dick, Mmmph, now."

"On the way." He said, and he had already been turning around to face her rear head-on, so to speak. Before entering he leaned way over her to heft her large breasts wit the cups of both his hands. Man four, now undressed, approached and introduced himself.

"Hi Jenny, I'm Dan," he said almost shyly. Everyone paused and all sound stopped. Then all those in on the name changes laughed or chuckled. For a moment it was a sight; three naked men and one woman, denuded except the skirt around her waist and sucking a cock while about to be penetrated, all with a good natured laugh about them. Dan, bewildered for sure, smirked trying to figure out what it all meant.

But then, "Here Danielle, just what you asked for," and, hands still firmly holding her boobs, Tom could be heard sliding his cock into her over-wet pussy, to the hilt. Her teased orgasm, alert from the spanking, leapt with joy and prepared to do some real work – or try to.

Tome applied some long, even and steady strokes, the work horse of many women's orgasms. In spite of his spanking escapade on her rosy ass and lips he didn't feel the need for ramming thrusts that would keep her off balance. She abandoned handling Joe's shaft and just let the strokes carry her back and forth, lips sliding up and down most of Joe's length. Dan, trying to figure out where to fit in, sat on the bed close to her middle, placed one hand gently on her back and reached for her left breast with his other. Tom surrendered that one while tightening his grip on the right; he was suing her breast to push home his strokes. Dan stroked the breast gently and wide-eyed, enrapt by the size and motion as her whole form cast back and forth. He let the erect nipple bump and rub past his fingers outstretched to give a texture – a friction.

"Oh, yess," she announced, "Ohh, yess." Her climax was there and about to strike.

"Are you about to cum soon?" He asked through the com-link.

"Oh, oh, yess."

"You'd better tell them."

At first unable to around the mouthful Joe fed to her again, she then declared, "Oh ... I'm ... gonna... gonna..." but before she got to 'cum' Tom's long appreciable strokes were out of her pussy, and he was headed for her front section. 

"What, What?" she stopped sucking Joe and looked around, "what oh, Come on guys! Can't a girl fucking 'O' around here?"

"Not from what I hear." Said Dave, rising from his chair to come to the bed again. Dan left her breast side and was working his way to the rearview. Both Tom and Joe now prodded at her face with their dicks. They steadied themselves while she shifted on her hands and knees, a little soreness was arriving there. She first accepted Tom's dick past her lips and tasting her own fluids more now than she had on Dave (he'd basically dried it off in her hair). She slurped to keep up with the moisture. It failed and a little of her own secretion dripped from her chin. She released him tolick around her lips, and as another cock, Joe's, pressed her cheek she felt two sets of hands about her hips and rear. She couldn't look back right now, nor could she acknowledge the 5 round of knocking on the hotel room door. 

A conversation grew around her ass again, and at least two hands, no three, gently rubbed circles and arc following her fullness. Joe had had his three strokes and on the way to mouth Tom's cock she pressed her glasses back onto her face. Each man held his dick with one hand; Tom to feed it to her mouth for his three strokes, and Joe to stroke his own while he waited. Next she returned to Joe to follow his hand up and down the shaft. As their motions picked up she offered more strokes of the mouth to each; four, five sometimes six.

"Isn't it nice?" Came one voice from behind.

"oh, yess, soft." Replied the other.

"Watch this," that one's hand gripped her whole rear by the sides and moved to give it a good shake, "See, a little meat there." In reference to the ripples that crossed her buttocks each time.

"Mmm yes, just a little bit of fat, right."

"Yeah, but not like ...fat, just nice; just enough to be delicious."

"Right not a fat ass." Said in an exaggerated tone.

"No, right just not ridiculously skinny," Still ministering to two penises on one end, she was not immune from the discussion objectly taking place to the aft, about her... aft. She was just too busy to put in. Normally she would have taken up arms over this characterization of even another woman, but she resigned to it knowing that signing on for this treatment made any argument she could put forward ridiculous. So, at first concerned about the use of the word "fat", she was relieved to hear that maybe, by comparison, roommate Lynette's derriere would be 'ridiculous'. This she thought of with a mouthful of cock. Now, though, mouth moving with Joe's member, she noticed Joe's whole frame shaking and his hand motions picked up tempo.

"Watch this," one voice to the rear continued on. She tried to really suck Joe's penis, but his hand motions turned to a real jerking that made it so hard, so she stopped trying and just opened her mouth to receive his load.

"Oh," Joe moaned and just when she expected a hot splash on her tongue or lips, "Uhh, nnnuhh," he'd pressed her head to lower her face and instead she felt the wet sticky load heat and moisten her scalp right where he cascading black hair parted. There was a pat on her rear, and another, and another almost in time with Joe's depositing throbs to her scalp.

The men to the rear continued, "Oh that's nice," describing delightful little ripples crossing her soft still red tushy. Another hand pat, pat, patted too.

"No, really guys, the hair again?" She said, a little surprised exasperation in her voice.

"That's what I hear," said Dan from the read who's fourth pat now reared up and landed with a little more slap.

Raising her head she felt Dave's cum from earlier gently sway in her hair. As much as it had soaked in, rolled down the strands and thickened there was still enough there to stick to her cheek. Added to that Joe's wads had dripped down a bit and the raising of her face brought a trickle to the left lens of her glasses. "Oh, oh, see guys. Look, I'll swallow it if you just want to get it in there," she licked Tom's offered head, "See no problem." Another of Dan's firmer pats landed on her rear and he answered back over his shoulder.

"Mmmaaaybe,... no, nah I don't see it happening just yet."

"Man!" She declared, and as joe moved off to the chair of resting she took Tom's penis and used a hand to take it from his offering hand.

"Hey, try that," Dave's voice began as his hands, then fingertips could be felt going on a quest, traveling back on her cheeks. Pulling, pulling the pried her cheeks apart and she felt the air conditioning, at the window over there behind her, cooling both her moist twat and anus. Both tightened visibly from the cool draft, but also sensing what was next. She tightened her suction and her grip on Tom's fine, hot dick in anticipation.

'Smack!' a generous pat like the last two came down covering partly one cheek, but wholly on her anus and pussy. She bucked and whirred a trill with her mouthful. That translated into a throb in Tom's member. Another smack and another, four, five – each producing a sharp sting in her ass and in her twat, and a new throb in Tom's firmly sucked dick. She clung on not willing to let go, knowing what was coming or where it was going if she slipped. Six slaps on her pussy, now seven, tightened her insides and coaxed her orgasmic thrill back for another try. Would this do it, she thought, 'will I spunk to spank?' She almost giggled or smirked to her own humor, but thought again about that load coming down that tunnel. Tom's throbs suddenly grew and were free of her actions. Just then her attention was drawn by the voices in the front room; male and female, both. Her concentration was broken as both men at her ass began to shift around. Then the voice in her ear caught her attention, too, "Do they like that ass, or what?"

Tom slipped free of her dual grip and his first shot of cum streaked up into her hairline from below. The loosest, wateriest portion immediately ran down. Next he was able to get a handful of the longer portion of her hair, the back, to his penis and he wrapped it around his head.

"Yes, yes," she said aloud to the man's voice in the receiver with a visible exasperation as droplets on her forehead ran down behind her glasses and onto her nose. Two dripped off, a third she caught with the back of her hand.

Dave still held her cheeks apart as she leaned back a bit. Tom let go having deposited his shot semen in her hair. The wet ends landed in front of her shoulder just above her left boob. The leaning back motion brought Dan's ready penis to her back door.

Still on the ass appreciation discussion the voice in her ear told her, "Well then, tell them you appreciate it..."

"Um"

"Go on"

"Thanks guys, for liking my ass, um, that feels ... nice." She offered awkwardly.

Dave came back with, "You're welcome." And raised on hand in a gentle pat.

"And," he added from the front room just as Dan's dick was pressed to the waiting lips below her ass.

"And," she repeated his words verbatim, "One of you had better get up into that fat ass.

"What?" asked Dan holding his penis right there; with the head an interesting kiss's distance inside her nether lips.

"I said..." she leaned forward denying him vaginal entry, and adding her own firm tone to the words making a command of, "get that thing up ... into ... my ... fat ... ass!"

"Well, OK." Dan said offering his enthusiasm.

She began to lean back again, until she felt his cock head between her cheeks – no longer held open. He placed his head right to her tight pore and unhanded it to place his hands on either side. He pressed her cheeks apart, just a bit, just enough. His head began to part her open, but held fast and his penis even tried to buckle a little for both his dick and her asshole were dry.

'This will be,' she thought, 'interesting.' She pushed back more and added a mental note of, 'and raw!' They both tried a push together and all that happened was a bit of a stretchy feeling at her hole. Then a moment's inspiration overtook her. She, fully on her shins and knees, leaned forward again and propped herself up on one fist, while her other hand reached down, back and between her legs. About her Dave had left the bed and walked around to her front; Tom and Joe lounged on chairs in different spots of the room, watching; and a distinctly female laugh came from the other room. Her hand reached and reached through until it found his penis perched at her asshole. She pulled him free so his cock rested firmly in her hand, but losing rigidity. 'No time to lose,' echoed in her head and she smirked as she pressed his penis up against her slit. There she let her fingers slip around it as she dabbed her copious fluids all around its every side. She pulled her labia around its sides and the soaking dapply sounds were heard about the mostly quiet room. His turgidity returned rapidly at all the fingering that frankly just fumbling at her sopping hole now. When she felt his skin go steel-tight and his length pressed its way past her clit at the front of her chasm, she knew that both of their senses of adventure were back to fully engaged. Back to the business of a butt-fucking. 

She shifted on her knees again and dropped him out of her slit. He pulled back and reapplied his sopping wet cock head to her tight, shy anus. Her hand continued to play in her juices, she'd need them.

Dave watched her face as she had done this and just now leaned in to kiss her mouth. Three gentle pecks almost lovingly caressed her lips as Dan's head slipped within on the other end. At Dave's third kiss a gasp filled her mouth; That was Dan pushing again to gain an inch into her ass. Dave reached out and weighed the sides of her boobs as Dan reared back for another push. Dave's next motion to kiss was pushed back as she lowered her face. Dan's push had gained back the original mileage and maybe another half inch, but there he ground to a raw halt and rearing back to apply third push got no further, but itched, maybe burned a little at her ass. She brought her fingers up from her hole and generously applied a new coat of moisture. Maybe it was the A.C. rapidly drying her lubrication from his dick.

"Now," she murmured and he pressed, she bit her lip against a sting at first, but then he got another inch past her border. Again she touched herself, her pussy showing its gratitude for the attention, and again she coated his member, "Now," and they repeated the same experience to gain a little more space. Knowing this was how to go about it, she lifted her face to Dave again. Those soft kisses had been nice. She and Dan worked together like that for three more pushes to get his penis inside while she kissed Dave and he held and caressed her bosom; holding them up, rubbing the nipples and then letting them go to bounce and flounce like the happy big-girl breasts they were. As Dan reached his top depth she applied one more slather of her pussy's dew to the place where they conjoined. As Dan started his shallow pumping motions much of it went to his balls.

So long that took that none present noticed the initial entrance of a new pair to the room. Now Tom and Joe (who was Sam) caught sight of a couple, yep one of each, who were already standing at the edge of the bed holding hands. The trio using the bed would still be a full minute engaged in their alan pumping, French kissing, and breast fondling before they noticed the pair. Our girly even added her freed up hand to lightly touch Dave's semi-aroused cock.

Now the woman, a medium-height slender 28 years old, leaned forward to place both hands on the edge of the bed so she could get next to girly's ear. With her face right by her cheek she quietly said, "I heard from your friend in there you were having a very busy birthday."

Her eyes flew open and her kiss parted, but Dan nor Dave lost a beat at what they were doing. "Whew, what." She was surprised by the female presence.

"It's aftermidnight, happy birthday." The woman grinned and straightened back up. Her hair, which was long and blond with darkening brown at the roots, rested in front of her shoulders and down to cover her modest chest. She was a sight in her loose fitting black peasant blouse and flowing patchwork skirt. "And I want you to meet my husband, B- er, Harry. He's brought you the icing to this cake you're baking here."



Atonement or Exorcism?



By the time another business trip came up to cross the Atlantic, I was ready and grabbed at it. It was back to my old stomping grounds when I'd worked in that European branch—and when I'd been with Cal. And when I'd been such a wandering ass that I now couldn't forget about my sins against Cal. 

The trip would give me a chance to atone for my sins—to confess and take my punishment—or, I don't know, exorcise my demon. Who knows? I'm not Catholic, but this seemed to be a very Catholic thing I needed to do to square myself with Cal. Not in person, of course. That wasn't going to happen. But at least to myself. I had just been waiting for this chance to go back to the scene of my crimes and erase what I could.

I didn't seek out the Jazz Club immediately upon landing, but pretty close to that. I checked into a hotel and was almost immediately out on the street, walking the familiar pavement. I'd picked a hotel closer to the club than to my company's offices. It was clear to me what my priorities were in coming here. I had two days to get this done before I had to appear at the office. And I'd had two years to plan what I had to do.

The Jazz Club—the signage in English, I guess to appear more cosmopolitan—was a basement venue reached by a door at the head of an alley in the old town, where the buildings were three and four stories, flats above and businesses below, that were an architect's delight and an engineer's nightmare.

I could hear the strains of the saxophonist from nearly a block away—a rendition of Billy Joel's "Just the Way You Were," pretty much the way Cal used to play it. I slipped into nostalgia almost immediately, even before descending the steps into the cave-like room where those who loved jazz—and particularly jazz played on the saxophone—gathered nightly. I stopped on the stairs, closed my eyes, and imagined that Cal would be on the small stage under the haze of smoke when I got down there. And that I could just enter the club and reenter his life with an entirely new attitude—not be the shitty little snip I was when we parted, or, rather, when I'd flitted off in a snit and taken the first transfer available back to New York.

The musician had moved into the Stan Getz arrangement of the "Girl from Ipanema" before I reached the bottom of the stairs. It was another one of Cal's standards. This wasn't going to be easy on me. But maybe that was part of what I needed for this act or atonement, or exorcism, or whatever.

The saxophonist the club now had certainly was no Cal. He was short and pudgy, black and wrinkled, and wore a beret on a wild-haired wooly black-shot-with-gray head. He may have sounded like Cal, but he certainly didn't look like my tall and thin handsome Aussie.

I sat at a table near the back of the room, which was three-quarters full of patrons here for the music, rapt in the sweet tones of the sax. When I was seated, I braved a look toward the bar that ran nearly the full width of the room along the back wall. I wasn't sure if I wanted him still to be here or not. He had become the most important element of this ritual I had decided I needed to go through, so, for that reason, he still needed to be here—and still needed to have the wants he had expressed to me while I was with Cal, and most pointedly when Cal and I were having difficulties. But if he wasn't here, maybe I could take that as a sign that I didn't need the ritual confession of my sins and punishing atonement for them at all.

But he was there, behind the bar, where he worked as one of the bartenders and also as the club bouncer, not that this club needed a bouncer. The patrons were sophisticated, well heeled, and here for the music. The saxophonist had moved into "Take Five" in the Dave Brubeck version from his Time Out album. The patrons would be floating on that for some time. They wouldn't be paying any attention to what was happening at my table.

The big Slav, Horst, saw me from behind the bar, did a double take, and then smiled. He raised a bottle of Scotch, and I nodded in assent. He fiddled under the bar for a few seconds, but quickly had added two glasses to the bottle and was moving toward my table. He was as monstrously big as always—a head or more taller than I was, broad shouldered, and muscular. Completely unlike Cal. It was weird that I was planning to use him to make atonement—in my mind, at least—for how I had treated Cal, but somehow it had seemed fitting. The last thing Cal had said before I flounced out on him was, "If I don't satisfy you, go fuck Horst."

But Cal did satisfy me. He always did. I just didn't know it at the time. I was always after more—mostly more attention to me. I had grown since then, but I couldn't square that directly with Cal now. He was departed. Not in the sense of the final last breath, but back to Australia, which was as close as he could get to being dead to me and still breathing.

"You came back," Horst said, as he sat down, precariously, on a chair meant for a much more normal-sized person than he was.

"Yes, I came back," I said as he poured out two stiff glasses of Scotch. He'd brought good Scotch. He was still interested, on the make, which fit into my plans, even if it sent a chill up my back. Besides the magnificently muscled oversized body, Horst was pug ugly with a bald head resembling a bullet and a face that only his pug could love.

"He's not here anymore," he said. "Went back to Australia not long after you left."

"I know. I didn't come here to see him. I came here to see you."

That obviously pleased the big Slav. He smiled and took his wallet out of his pocket and placed it on the surface of the table. He immediately pulled a photograph out of it, but I knew he'd placed it on the table so that I could see the indentation the condom disk made in the leather of the wallet—a very wide condom disk, a Magnum size. He had done this signaling before when he'd been trying to make me. He wanted me to know he required a Magnum—and that he went everywhere prepared to use it.

That's what he'd done when he saw that Cal and I were having difficulty and he wanted some of what Cal got—some of what some others were getting, which was at the root of the problems between Cal and me. He'd slapped the wallet, showing the indentation, down on a tabletop, drawn my attention to it, and said, "You want a real man? I'm a real man."

He flipped the photograph over and showed it to me. "Nice blond little piece, isn't he?" Horst said. "Curly hair just like you. Cal had him in here almost before your seat at the table had gotten cold. That didn't last long, though. None of his progression of cute little pieces like this twink and you lasted long with Cal. He pulled up stakes and returned to Adelaide soon thereafter."

"Soon after what?" I asked.

"Soon after I'd fucked the stuffing out of this one," Horst said with a grin. "Squealed like a little pig, he did. He loved it but couldn't walk straight for days afterward. Cal was pissed."

I know, I know, I screamed in my mind. You have a big cock.

He was rubbing a finger over the indentation of the condom disk. He was trying too hard. I'd come in with the intention of using him as punishment. He wouldn't know it, but he didn't have to sell himself to me. He poured us both another shot of the Scotch and asked me what I'd come here for.

I was honest—to a point. I told him I'd come for him, that I hadn't stopped thinking about him since I'd gone back to the States. This was half true. I couldn't stop thinking about Cal and what I'd done to him, but Horst did fit into those thoughts—and then, increasingly, into my plans for atonement.

Horst was pleased and put a big paw on my thigh, high up on my thigh. I didn't push him away. I confessed my sins to him, although he probably thought I was just nervously babbling, working up to taking that big cock he was advertising. If he was listening to me, it probably didn't turn him off to hear that I had fucked indiscriminately and like a rabbit when I'd lived here before. If he was Catholic, which I doubted, he might have seen the ritual in what I was doing. I wasn't Catholic, but I thought of this in those terms: confess my sins; seek penance, which Horst's challenging cock would provide; take my punishment; and walk away cleansed—and, I hoped, able to forget and move on with my life.

It all sounded great to Horst, and I tried not to make it sound too churchy when I went through the litany, leaving the walking away happy bit out of it, naturally. I'd carefully rehearsed it all, and he was so anxious to get into my pants that he spent more time filling my Scotch glass and thinking he was seducing me than paying attention to how much I was controlling this.

He probably had no idea that a young-looking blond half his size could be controlling anything when he was the one with the huge cock.

He fucked me in the dark stair hall just behind the bar through a door covered with a beaded curtain. The saxophonist moved into Ray Charles' rendition of "Unchain My Heart" about the exact time Horst stuck it in me—although that took some doing.

He was crouched down against the wall to bring his face down to the level of mine and possessed my mouth with his, sticking his tongue in my mouth and forcing me to suck on it, while his hands unzipped us both and he unbuckled my trousers and pushed them and my briefs to the floor. I lifted my legs off the floor and hooked them on his crouched thighs. He fisted our cocks together, and I moaned at how much larger his was than mine. I was grateful for the dark and not being able to see his face clearly and being able to concentrate on the cock play.

I heard more than felt or saw him fiddling with his wallet to extract the condom and the wallet falling to the floor next to us.

"You," he whispered in a low, hoarse voice. "You want it, you crown it." He pressed the condom disk into one of my hands. Taking his big cock in punishment for my sins against Cal having been the whole reason for coming here, I rolled the condom on the cock.

Part of what he brought from the bar must have been a tube of lube, because I felt the heel of his hand under my ball sac and then slick fingers at my hole. I grunted and jerked when a finger entered me and began working on opening me to him. This was going to take some time, I knew, so I unbuttoned his shirt and lay my cheek in the cleavage between his bulging pecs. I worried his taut nipple near my mouth with my fingers for a moment or two before moving my mouth to the nipple and suckling it while he worked my channel opening with, now two, slicked fingers.

He must have found this arousing, because he came up from his crouch, with my knees clinging above his hips for dear life, rolled my buttocks up to him, and pressed his huge mushroom cap at my opening. I grunted and tensed up.

"I don't think I'm ready for it yet," I whimpered.

He muttered, "Ya gotta relax or it's gonna hurt like hell."

I relaxed as much as I could, but it still hurt like hell, as he got the cap lodged inside the opening and pressed in. I wanted to scream, but he was holding me tight and had a big paw clapped over my mouth. I panted and he was breathing heavily and grunting at the effort to spike me.

It hurt like bloody hell and I was sure he was going to split my walls. But he didn't. Slowly they gave way to him, at least enough for him to fill me up—or so I thought. I reached down and felt maybe five more inches that weren't inside me.

This would not do. The punishment was to take all of him. I felt filled, but this wasn't enough.

He maybe pressed in another inch, but that was all, before he started to slow pump me. I was wearing a vest with a metal buckle at the back, and I gauged the increasing rhythm of his pumping by the clicking noise the metal made when it hit the wall behind me.

It still hurt, but there was pleasure in it now too. The pleasure of being filled, and taking what I had inside me, as impressive in girth as it was in length. I concentrated on the fuck and the cleansing intent of it and began to bang him back, trying to pull all of him inside. Nothing less would do in this atonement or exorcism, or whatever my mind had decided it had to be. But a good part of my life was spent being fucked, and once I was into the rhythm, the fuck was all that mattered. We were fucking to the rousing strains of "Second Balcony Jump" on the sax beyond the beaded curtain.

But, with a jerk and a grunt, he came, filling out the bulb of his condom.

He held there for a full minute, both of us breathing hard, me feeling down there to be sure he was only half inside me, which he was. "Shit," he muttered. "Been thinkin' of this too much, I guess. Came too fast. You didn't come. Wanted to make you come." 

"You still have the flat a couple of flights up from here?" I asked. "Can you get away from the club?"

His breathing was ragged, his heart racing, I knew, at me asking for another fuck rather than he having to figure out a way to get it. I felt the little lurch in his cock inside me, the promise that it could recharge quickly when sufficiently aroused. I took his head between my hands, gave him a deep kiss on the mouth, and then whispered, "Take me upstairs and fuck me all night. Make me come—again and again."

It was a chore. There was bad news and good news. The bad news was that his early ejaculation wasn't an anomaly. He was a fast shooter, each and every time. The good news was that he had balls the size of lemons and could reload fast.

The chore was that, as idiotic as my needs were, I had to have him all inside me for a fire off or the atonement or exorcism wouldn't be complete. It didn't matter if it made sense or not; my mind had to be satisfied. I had to open enough to him to take him all in a fucking before he ejaculated.

We sixty-nined, stretched out on his bed. I gave him a Cal special—or tried to—sucking on his bulb and flicking his piss slit with my tongue until his hips involuntarily went into motion. Then I tried to deep-throat him. I could with Cal. There was no way with Horst. And he shot off without warning to either of us, filling my mouth with his cum. It took him several more minutes to bring me off, but he was determined to, and did so. While I built up to blow, I played with his huge balls with my hands and teased a few after spurts out of the cock. I measured the cock with my hands, fisting it like a baseball bat and getting the sensation that it was that big.

He'd brought the Scotch bottle upstairs and we finished it off as we waited for him to reload, which didn't take long.

He couldn't sit, but nervously pranced around the room, seemingly filling every available space with his magnificent muscular body, no muscle of his less magnificent than the one between his legs, which might have reached to his knees if it weren't perpetually erect, reaching out and curving up from his body, giving the impression he was trying to press it into the walls across the room.

"Of all Cal's pieces, you were the nicest," He said, standing over me and looking down. He was already rolling a new condom on his cock—a second one he took from his wallet. "Great little body, always so young and innocent looking. But we knew you weren't innocent, didn't we?"

Yes, we did, I thought. Cal was never enough. "I should have stuck with Cal," I said.

"Of all the guys you let fuck you, why was it never me?"

"You should know why, Horst? Look at me, how small I am. I was scared stiff of it."

"What? This cock?"

"Yes, of course."

He clearly was pleased that his cock cowed me. "But now you want it?"

"Yes. Now I want all of it. I want you to keep fucking me until I have taken all of it." He didn't need to know why—that it wasn't because I loved his cock but because taking all of it was the penance I had to pay for being at peace with how I had treated Cal.

"You want it, you got it," he growled as he grabbed me out of the chair I was sitting on with hands on my waist and pulled me right onto his cock. I arched my back toward the floor and he tucked my knees under his armpits. He seemed aroused at the unusual fuck position; I had the experience to know a million of them. He pulled me on and off his cock with the strength of his arm muscles, but he didn't last any longer this time than he had down in the hallway. He wasn't fucking me at much more than a six-inch depth before he ejaculated.

He muttered another, "Sorry," but added, "But there's more." And indeed he was still as hard as ever.

He lay me on the side of his bed, opened his nightstand drawer, took out another one of those Magnums, and rolled the used one off his cock. His eyes went wide as, standing between my legs, which were bent, with my heels digging into the edge of the mattress, he was rolling on the condom and I was reaching into the drawer and pulling out two more condoms and laying them on the top of the nightstand.

"All night long," I murmured. "I don't care how many times you have to come, I want to take it all."

He groaned, crouched over me, pressing his forehead into mine, grabbed and raised and spread my legs wide, and started working his cock inside me. I moaned and reached down and spread my buttocks as open as I could, wanting him all inside me. He'd given me maybe seven inches before he was moved to start pumping—and then, shortly, firing off.

We were both exhausted and slept for a couple of hours, stretched against each other, me cuddled into his groin, inside his embrace. Late in the night, I woke and slipped a hand between us. He was snoring quietly, lost to the world. In this world, though, his cock was hardening at my touch.

He wasn't fully erect, but he was erect enough to handle a condom when I gently rolled him on his back and continued to stroke him. He remained asleep. He was erect enough for me to straddle him and press the cock head to my hole while he was still in deep sleep. He was moaning, though, having a wet dream that he hadn't connected yet to reality. It helped make him rock hard.

I had most of him inside me before he even started to wake up. He was fully awake, though, when I had taken all of him and was able to feel the scratchiness of his wiry pubic hair on my buttocks. And he was immediately game for the fuck, grabbing my waist and pulling me up and slamming me down as I went into a wild rodeo ride of his dick—of all of it. Taking it all, pain deep inside me, but pain that was subsiding into the sheer pleasure of taking a cock that big and long. I both felt and listened to the slapping of his balls on my buttocks in time to his thrusts, savoring it as victory music.

I felt the guilt flowing out of me. The plan, as idiotic as it was, was working. Cal was great, but I wasn't his one and only. He probably had already recovered. According to Horst, he had recovered and gotten back onto the small blond twink circuit within days after I had walked out on him.

It was only my guilt I had to deal with. And the punishment I had chosen had turned into a glorious cleansing. I had never taken it so deep.

Horst jerked and cried out and came deep inside me. But he wasn't the only one doing so. I came with him, giving me assurance that I was free and had picked an appropriate ritual to free myself.

I lay, crouched over him, panting. He was looking up at me in wonder, holding my arms in his hands.

"All of it," he muttered.

"Yes, I took all of it. Has that never happened before?"

"No, never," he said, his voice still in awe.

I knew the secret now. I wouldn't tell Horst—that he had to be three-quarters buried before he was even aware he was being fucked. This wasn't about Horst, and I didn't really like Horst all that much.

But I think I could come to like Horst's cock. Very much. I had never felt so possessed.

He started to struggle up from underneath me, but I whispered, "No, don't. We're already there. Let's take advantage of that."




Atonement! P



"It's after midnight, happy birthday." The new woman grinned and straightened back up. Her hair, which was long and blond with darkening brown at the roots, rested in front of her shoulders and down to cover her modest chest. She was a sight in her loose fitting black peasant blouse and flowing patchwork skirt. "And I want you to meet my husband, B- er, Harry. He's brought you the icing to this cake you're baking here."

'Harry' was a tall man, also familiar. He was a bouncer at the club downstairs. "Hey Sam," the woman added to man number four still lounging after his first adventure with girly.

"Hey, Meg." He replied and nodded to his coworker without rising from his chair. Girly watched the woman Meg's movements a little speechlessly as the woman took Harry's hand. She led her husband to where he could see better, and then Meg proceeded to undo his belt. Harry was the tallest man in the room and had large arms – that caught her attention while Meg was untucking his collared shirt which bore the name of the night club below.

Her grip on Dave's penis became firm as she watched the older woman stripping her own husband, presenting him to her. Dave had settled on kissing her breasts. Not to be ignored, the tight filling her ass was receiving, which had been dependant on her lubrication, had run dry. Now a burning rubbing was setting in. At that sensation her anus started to try to involuntarily tighten. This slowed Dan a bit and his strokes started to feel like little pinches to her asshole. "Aha Aha, Ah!" She declared looking back and trying to see her rear. Dan wasn't sure what to do or if something was wrong, but he felt something needed to change and he, too felt the friction on his penis. At first just heated, now he felt chafing and to try and maybe finish he sped up his pace.

Yeah, this was getting raw and started to hurt which she announced with a prolonged, "Uh-oooowwww," staccato accentuated by the quickened beats of Dan's fuck. She unhanded Dave's dick to hold herself on both hands and figure out what to do to get this job done. She made a decision equally as odd as Dan's burning and pinching strokes. She allowed her ass to bounce her onto and off of him more forcefully, deeper, harder and more painfully and with a pained "Ah, Ow Ow," at the bottom of each stroke. Five times her ass came down on him hard enough to clap aloud and then he vanished. He exited so fast she tried to clamp down on him one more time. She was still trying to deal with the burning of her ass while he stood up on the bed. He was still behind her and he pulled her to kneeling upright. Her back rested on his legs as he started to hand-jerk his member at her hair.

Still figuring out what was happening, but relieved that her ass was no longer being raw assaulted she lolled her head near him as his load started to shoot. The thickest, oozy part of his cum landed atop her head landed atop her head and stayed unsoaking outside her hair. She lolled her head back forward and let herself land on her hands with her face pointing down. The unabsorbed portion of the latest deposit to her hair slid stickily off her hair and down to her forehead where it dropped to inside of her glasses – pooling. She sighed, looked up and realized Dave was still there facing her with his own penis in his hand and ready to go by the sounds of his breathing. His cum, meant for her hair, shot across her glasses and her eyebrow. She closed her eyes and just let the two loads, one inside her glasses and the other outside, just drip a moment. Some ran to her lip and so she blew at this annoyance. "Excuse me, kind sir, could you please remove my glasses and place them on the dresser?" She couldn't see that Dave had already stepped back and that Meg had stepped up.

The woman obligingly took off the smudgy, goopy glasses and carefully folded them to place them on the dresser nearby. Getting a look at the girly's face and hair she observed, "Wow, you have been busy," she leaned close to her face and added, "Let me get that for you." Meg proceeded to kiss and lick off the thicker areas of cum that had settled or been shot there. Meg's licks had cleaned off her forehead, eyebrow and lid before girly felt she could open her eyes. Then a final two cleaning kisses fell above and then on her lips. "Mmm, those were... maybe three different men's flavors. Your cake is getting pretty well iced." She said and placed another kiss, French, on girly. The woman's firm tongue imparted a still fresh taste of gluey, salty semen.

"So, apparently your name is Meg?" she was answered with a nod and a smile, "Apparently that's me too..."

"But it's Danielle,"

"And Tawny,"

"And Jenny." Others offered from around the room, and then the voices joined together for a round of chuckles. Firm hands on her hips raised her rear from sitting over her feet and she was back on all fours again.

"And now I hear you're Valerie," said 'Harry' kneeling behind her on the bed. 

"Valerie," Meg said, "fuck my husband. I think you'll like it." She leaned in to kiss the younger girl again, and slid a hand through to one of the gravid boobs below. Harry placed his cock head at the younger girl's increasingly public private entrance and slowly, but with a noticeable wet sound, pressed It inside. It was a firm wide one-way trip of at least eight inches she had to guess. She closed her eyes and relaxed to receive it. She had no way to estimate his girth having never taken one this wide before. Thank goodness he ad the patience to introduce that equipment slowly. Thank goodness she tended towards a wide pussy and had built up a lot of moisture because he didn't stop his entrance trip until he had pressed, pressed his wide unit to maximum penetration. There he continued to press tightly, firmly into her vagina, from the back, just like that. He did not release his deep pressure, nor even move back to start fucking, but leaned forward to take her breasts with his strong hands. He held her breast from the rear as if to maintain his depth while Meg unhurriedly stripped off her skirt. She allowed that to billow to the ground revealing multicolored striped panties that simply thonged up the back. Next those came down, too. A well shaved pussy loomed close and, as Meg propped her left foot on the bed, our girly could see the long slim labia part ever so slightly. "And I want to see what you can do with one of these, please."

Lips parted and a shy tongue reached up ever so slightly, eyes closed she reached, reached. Her timid tongue had barely tapped Meg's waiting clitoris when Meg nodded to her man and whispered "Go."

Upon that signal the dutiful man reared back mightily, almost all of his length. Emptiness, a suction left in its departing wake and a noticeable vacuuming gasp was heard from her pussy. No time to think about it, though, as he slid in right to the hilt again, and out, and in, and out – already gaining speed. A gulp and a moan escaped her mouth and a look of shock and concern crossed her face. No one really saw that as the pushes quickly buried her face in Meg's pussy. Girly regained her composure and tried to steady herself to the onslaught of pushing and pulling that drew at her from within. 

She craned her neck to the task presented above her, that of whetting Meg's waiting pussy. She started at the front and flicked the clit a few times bringing Meg's sigh and blissful look towards the ceiling. Tom and Joe arose and approached the bed, and Meg addressed the latter by his real name again, "Hey Sam, can you help me with this?" He saw her indicate her sleeves so he stepped up and gathered the loose black blouse from the bottom. He raised it up high while she raised her arms and was freed of the top altogether. She moaned as the tongue at work below took to sliding back and forth the length of her slot with each powerful thrust. 

For girly's sensation it was filling, it was forceful, it was all powerful, but it was not harsh or painful. The man seemed to know his stuff as, without slapping or ramming her most sensitive areas, he exactingly pushed his member home to his depth and halted. His was a gush of fullness and a whoosh of emptiness; as firm and strong as it was considerate and effective. Effective and appreciated, since her orgasm, raging in the background for a long time now, was siphoned forth with each outstroke. While she tongue stroked Meg's slot her rush hovered like some animal waiting for its opportunity. Then it seized her. She pressed her face deeply into Meg's pussy. She pressed her full face against all of Meg's twat, groin and thigh as she could and screamed behind closed lips. The upright woman had to steady herself on Joe/Sam's bare shoulder from the push. She looked down at the bare back and mane of cummy hair, all she could see really of the young woman moaning directly into her vagina. Meg caught her husband's eye and blew out through pursed lips then mouthed, "Wow." He finally released his hold on girly's large breasts and used his hands to point to where he was filling the pussy with his penis. With his hands he made shape like a circle and mouthed, "Big." They nodded to each other and the deep fucking went on.

Meg looked over her shoulder to Joe and gestured with a thumb over her shoulder to her bra clasps. He dutifully undid the strap and led it around to the front where he personally freed the two borderline B-C cup breasts that adorned the slim frame. Meg leaned forward over girly's form to stroke her large breasts and let the bra side down her arms to just drape over the soft-skinned back. Joe leaned in, too to continue cupping Meg's breasts and kneaded her nipples to hardness. The tongue of the younger had taken to darting just inside the teasing edge of Meg's inner opening, and this brought three deep, deep breaths. Joe stepped back and let the sharpened nipples lower to tap the rocking girl's back.

"See," Meg wiggled a little and shuddered from a mini-orgasm, "my man's dick is just what a big pussy like yours needs. You like?" The reply was a wet 'uh huh' and a nod. She'd found Meg's moisture flowing after that mini-orgasm and... and she liked it. It had a light taste and she wanted more. Meg, then reached back though, found the hand of Tom and pulled him close to her backside. She pulled his hand to her chest and coaxed his fingers to her tits. Her other hand found its way back to Tome's cock which jumped from amused to attentive. She looked across to her husband who nodded, so she brought the penis in her hand to her rear, past her firm pout of an ass and up to her pussy from the back. She leaned over girly again and allowed Tom's cock to insinuate itself between the offered pussy entrance and the 23 year old who's licking had picked up intensity again. She let the lower girl's tongue moisten the head while she was trying to lap up pleasant flowing waters. "OK, OK, she said to the eager girl, and she now moved the dick in her hand to head-into her own hole. In three, four, five strokes he fully inserted himself. The woman took it in stride, and seemed to almost not notice as she instructed, "You just go ahead and fuck my husband, and now you'd better cum again."

Already her second orgasm had been approaching and, as if on command, she cried out right after with an "Ah-huh!" Not quite it, but almost it, the constant pulsing pulled it, pulled it, pulled it, and as it approached she again articulated that indeed, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah." She moaned with increasing volume open-mouthed. To bring it over the threshold she tried a bold move. She leaned forward and sideways out from under Meg's direct weight, and then threw herself back to sit into Harry's upswing. A single slap of her rear on his pelvis sounded and her second orgasm exploded like orange light and a hiss sizzled through her clenched teeth as she took the sting of her pussy's orgasmic convulsion on his wide cock. The rest of her shuddered two more times and she collapsed forward onto her arms pinning them under her breasts. Harry's thrusting had stopped, but now his penis, which still pierced her moving vagina, responded with it's own up welling. Her pussy's greedy grasping pushed him over the edge.

Though in the early stages of a fucking herself, Meg could see her husband's reactions and declared, "I want it," and then at the top of each of Tom's thrusts, "Gimme, gimme, gimme! Gimme my man's cum now, you pussy." Harry dutifully angled over to his wife dutifully. His wife's eager mouth engulfed his head and surprisingly much of his shaft. The sight of that caused the other's jaws to drop. 

Joe, who's name is Sam, climbed deftly onto the bed and positioned himself at girly's upthrust ass. He immediately, but too easily inserted his cock, and watched with awe as her gapped pussy closed itself willfully to his cock. The bartender eagerly began a steady fuck of the aloft pussy left for him. Harry's gyrating hips told of how he was filling his wife's mouth with a stream of fluid of his own. She still had not had a good taste of our heroine's gooey cunt and thought of how she'd like that, too. She still casually and coolly took the fucking offered her own twat from behind. Panting a little bit to the action Joe was applying to her and seeing how evenly Meg was able to stand up to her own pounding told the younger woman that she was in the presence of a master, or perhaps a mistress. This Meg was certainly in charge of somethings.

"Darling," Meg addressed her husband, "could you bring our good host in and maybe take the door a moment?" Harry nodded. "Oh and bring the tube from my coat pocket." He fetched his clothes from the corner, but didn't hesitate to put them on before moving to the other room. "Oh Sam," Meg said with her constant calm demeanor. 

"Yes Meg?" Joe replied without a pause in his quick strokes, "May I?" he asked with a hopeful tone and look.

"Maybe, if you do well over there. I need you to be sure that you fuck birthday girl soundly. We need her cumming often for what's next. If you give her a couple of good ones and remember where to put your mess when you're done, OK!"

"Yes, will do!" Joe replied and showed his enthusiastic compliance by adding a bit more force to his strokes. Each stroke now brought a slap sound and a ripple across her rear.

With the first smacky note she felt it build again, swelling within and now, knowing from the marching orders issued that the backing off her orgasms was over. She let it come, or cum, as it were. Now with each pulse of her growing explosion her excited vagina responded in the way she had trained it. Sam's thrusts were now met with a clench of her ring of sexual musculature. Thrust to clench, thrust to clench, and each time her own thrill and heat grew.

The fourth man, Dan, reentered the bedroom with a wash cloth he'd been using to clean his member and the first man, Dave, exited having partly dressed. A knock beckoned from the outer door. Just then enough people had moved around so that girly could see that the man of her real desire, the man that she really longed for was in the room and at the end of the bed. He moved to Meg's side to face the still doggy-positioned woman as she spoke. "I'm doing it, I'm taking it. Am I a good trooper, am I evened up?" She couldn't hold off for conversation, though. As if in answer to her he held out his hand and gently cupped her chin with two fingers and at that moment she came. It seemed little at first, but its third and fourth pulses brought her face down to his hand as she whinnied and gasped. When she recovered she could look up at his face and kissed his palm twice. They smiled at each other.

Her spasming pussy was almost too much for Joe and, wishing to follow the orders offered at the promise of some future reward he exited rather than succumb to the pressure. He immediately, though, placed two fingers within the sopping wet hole that he'd been working so hard. With his free thumb he pressed at her swollen clit and rolled over it with each time his fingers slid in.

Harry re-entered to toss something on the bed and returned to the front room.

"I can't believe you tried a dry butt fucking with a stranger, but we'll get that rectified." Meg said, then leaned back to Tom, still working away in Meg's pussy, and she whispered over her shoulder to him. He replied with a very breathy yes. It sounded like he was about to cum. "Mmm, sorry I'll miss it, but you know what to do, right?" A nod and Tom stepped back breathing even harder. Meg's propped foot came off the bed, and with both hands she gently took girly's face while Tom walked around to take aim. She knew what was coming and closed her eyes in time for Tom's shot to the side of her head. He drew closer and placed his throbbing penis on her mat of hair on the left side which seemed to have gotten the most treatments so far. His next several throbs brought more milky wads slowly but directly to her locks where some of the cum from earlier had already caked into dried crusts. While Tom came she closed her eyes and held her breath. Joe worked her pussy still, but had added a third finger; now he through maybe it was time for a fourth...

When she felt Tom tap her face twice with his dick she thought maybe he was done, but kept her eyes shut a moment longer, but with Joe slipping his pinky finger in with his others holding her breath was no longer an option. When she felt Tom move away she opened her eyes and immediately me the sight of Meg unzipping a pair of pants right in front of her. His shirt had already been d'offed, his belt unbuckled. Her mouth opened a little bit, and Meg must have seen the reaction because she chuckled. There were new voices in the living room and... it seemed more than she could count. 'Oh... my... god.' Still her next orgasm approached, calling from a distance.

She watched wide-eyed as Meg's hand slipped into the pants, into the underwear, and was just finding something to grasp when the older woman turned to block her view with he nicely toned posterior. Well, she could figure out what was going to be going on anyways.

Joe on the other end was replacing his four finger technique with one of rolling his knuckles and thumb all inside. He was able to get all his fingers in and all the knuckles, but had not pushed past that point, yet. He really concentrate on getting his thumb down into his palm and kept pushing his knuckles in and out, once, twice, three times until he rolled his whole hand in at once. He was fisting, "Wow," he quietly breathed. He was close and looked amused as her vagina took him to the wrist and greedily tightened to him like a watchband. She climaxed for the fourth time this night while his wrist bones rubbed past her opening. The tightening on his wrist was the clenching that accompanied her strong waves of warm ecstasy. She had five long pulses of power course through her and five times she grabbed his wrist with her pussy. In this time Joe moved his fist around in tight circles inside her. He didn't know how much experience she had with fisting, but he was caught in the moment. This was a new thrill for him and he tried one more thing, one more push to new depths – literally. He pushed firmly, but not quickly, pushed. He felt her weight change and looked to see her drop her head to the bed, he couldn't see that she had gripped the sheets at this new sensation. She was still on the fading end of her orgasm, and could tell what he was doing, but she wasn't sure if this was good. She wasn't hurting, but still there was so much pressure, so full. Then it stopped.

Joe had decided that pushing his fist into girly wasn't getting him any closer to his climax, and may not be getting him any closer to Meg, so he slipped his hand carefully out, unrolling his fingers. Her pussy produced a sloppy slipping sound from the trapped moisture of her cumming, and again a tiny sound as her hole closed behind him. He rearranged to insert his medium attentive member, a little limp from non-use. Her pressure to tighten up resisted his reentry, but he firmed up quickly with contact with her warm moisture.




Atonement! P



While penile strokes resumed in her pussy she watched as Meg bent at the waist before her – still she hid what was happening, but as Meg's rear loomed close to he face and her cheeks parted a bit to expose both her anus and cunt to girly, well it was easy to guess what was happening at the other end that mad her bend so deeply. 

Meg murmured a delicious sounding "mmM Mmm, and declared a moment later, "I think I've got something of yours over here, Mmm." This last came from an obviously full mouth, "Man, is it nice." Meg promptly went back to work bobbing on the man's knob, only stopping to point to Dan and thumb over her shoulder to where Joe was surely going to be wrapping up soon. She took a moment to goad again, "This dick is big, oh it's at least as long as my man's, Mmm. But, nope, not as wide. My man is thick. Don't you agree, birthday girl?" Meg waited for a reply while she bobbed a bit more on his cock playfully. "Say, can you help me out back there? Lick my cunt, hell, lick both my holes."

Indeed Joe did begin to swell a little noticeably and leaned forward into his work. Thrusts turned more into pushes, twice, and a groan escaped him before he exited her pussy. First she was sure he'd shot inside her and then she felt a line of warm dots appear on her buttocks and back. Next Joe was scrambling around her left side and, yes, he was at her face. Joe's bobbing cock was briefly visible lifting the edge of the tent of her black hair. Then he had a handle on it in time for his last oozings to seep onto her temple even through the filter of her matted tresses. She thought to question whether any of his load landed within her hole, but already she was overtaken by demands, 'fore and aft.

By the time Joe had reached her head to attack her abused mane Dan had already firmly grasped her hips with both hands and pressed he forward so that her face was an inescapable distance from Meg's proffered openings and Meg was again insisting on satisfaction. Meg's rear wiggled a bit, her toned cheeks buffeted the other girl's bangs as Dan pressed his penis inside, slowly but unhaltingly between those nether lips and steadily right, right, right until his pelvic bone pressed her rear. He just remained that depth, but continued to press her face to Meg's ass.

Tentatively girly reached out with the tip of her tongue, and at the last moment she dug low to the waiting pussy. So again she licked another woman's vagina. Having done this to Meg awhile ago, and to Lynette, her roomie, before this, it was doable. This was such a better place to start, and as Meg uttered "Mmm," She knew she was hearing it from a full mouth. Still Dan pressed her into this position, even though she'd lapped a few times at the dewy slit. Again Meg's ass beckoned, with an up and down wiggle this time, and the motion alone nearly brought it about. So she did it. She let Meg's slit have three more up-down licks and then slowly let the last glide up past the septum and over the waiting anus, and beyond.

"Mmm, there you go, atta girl."

As if he himself was released Dan took off the pressure of his insistent penis that had held her forward. He started a slow shallow fuck that was nice really. He soon was using his whole length, spreading her moisture to all parts of her rubbed warm deeps. His casual pumping allowed her muscles to do a bit of their own work to control how tightly he was to be held in there. She let it feel OK as she tired out Meg's two holes again. A third and fourth approach and she let her tongue circle around the tight held asshole as Meg replied with cooing sounds.

By the fifth, seventh, tenth circle around or lap across that tight sphincter she realized that the coos and moans served to stimulate the penis held in Meg's wet, bobbing mouth; her penis. That, by Dan's fifteenth or twentieth stroke was where things stood when the newest participants would enter from the front room of the suite. 

"Whoa, nice setup," uttered the second of the new arrivals as they beheld the scene, "uhm, Tiffy." He was the second of them in order of entry to catch this scene; our heroine, in doggy position, breasts beginning to swing as Dan, at her back end, picked up his pace, and her face pressed between Meg's cheeks giving a final long lick while that latter girl, bent sharply at the waist so she could firmly press the penis she'd been working on all the way to the back of her throat. Meg let go at the end of a long tight-lipped withdrawl to stand up and step away from the lower girl's face. "Hi boys," she said, "it's our little friend's birthday, just now, so if you'll wade in, find a place to dive in and help us show her a good time..." she paused and looked down and lifted girly's chin with two fingers of one hand. Her other hand, by the way, kept a gentle hold on the tall man's penis, "...well, I'm sure a good time will be had by all."

"Hey, works fine for us," the third newcomer said, "We were down the hall having a bachelor party for D..., for Bob here, and well our stripper kinda, left on us – no frills, if you know what I mean..."

Meg sat down on the bed to girly's right still holding the man's penis, and bringing it closer she said, "Well, like I said, whenever you see an opening. Like there ..." eh nodded towards girly's face. The first and third of the newcomers immediately kicked off their shoes and started to undress. The third, she realized was familiar from the bar. The slacks that he was presently sliding off she had slicked up with her bare pussy on the dance floor just an hour or two before. That man was sidling his way to her face when Meg leaned back on her elbows.

Dan's sliding insertions had turned to concerted and fast, but ragged humping and both he and his partner of the moment closed their eyes and tightened their faces. 

In an absent gesture Meg gently touched girly's right nipple as it swung past repeatedly. With the other hand she led girly's favorite penis to her own pussy. "Now let's see what your cock can do in here."

She opened her eyes in time to see his member inch into Meg's open invitation a bit at a time. Just then the man from the dance floor's half erect cock touched her lips. "Do you remember me from downstairs Tasha? Call me John, OK?"

She simply let out a breathy, "Yeah," and took the head into her mouth with tightly puckered lips. 

Dave returned from the front room. "Well you guys, he said to two as yet undressed men including the bachelor party honoree. "You getting in there?" They had indeed been simply standing there almost agape. "I can't tell you how nice she is, frikkin' wet and burning up."

John pressed his penis further past her lips as Dan's thrusts to her pussy became weaker, less regular. Still, she thought as she applied suction to John's penis, of how she'd never heard someone talk about, evaluate her pussy; especially while she fucked on. Dan jumped out and ambled for her hair. John left her mouth suddenly as Dan's jerking seeping penis met the back of her head. She put her head down and just let it gush onto her crown. 

"I'm, heh heh, Dick." announced another of the bachelor party men as he met John over by her rear. Unseen by her there was a brief exchange of gestures as the sixth and eighth strangers tried to offer first shot to each other. Dan, who'd already been there, offered, "Hey, she's got a really nice asshole, too." When he had finished wiping his penis on her scalp he reached over to remind her rump of his light slaps before stepping away. She could feel her own lover and Meg steadily making the bed jerk. Dick and John, feeling invited to share, began to take positions.

Dick held her waist with both hands to tip her aside gently which allowed John to slip in under her raised left leg. Meg took her hand back which allowed those large breasts to land on John's chest as he slid upward between girly's thighs. He placed a hand on each of her hips. He found her face near his and he tested her with a kiss. She kissed him back and seemed eager. Dick had found a tube of lubricant gel and decided that no matter how highly recommended this ass came it was a situation that could use some help. It only took a moment to drop some gel on her anus and rub a bit on his cock, and then he was placing his head to her puckered opening while she was positioning John's cock at her pussy herself. Dan hadn't brought her to cum and she was getting eager to get on with the thrills of orgasm. (If she had to watch her man drilling this cunt next to her she'd at least bury herself in her own pleasure.)

She didn't realize what a new kind of thing this was going to be for her until she felt the press of both cocks at once; Dick's head at her ass and John's full shaft against the tube made by her hand. Her best lover shortened his strokes and quickened his pace, prodding more shallowly at Meg's depths showed that his time to cum would soon come. John still wriggled to get his position right underneath her and, distracted, she didn't yet release his dick to penetrate her pussy. Dick probably distracted her most as with a slick, tacky sound his lubricated penis slowly and steadily glided into her anus without pausing until he was at least halfway in. Though better than the previous entry, she could only concentrate on that until he did pause, then she thought to release the head at her pussy. John right then entered, sliding most of the length of his shaft in when Dick withdrew to set up his strokes.

Dick's stroke came and brought him much further up, as John then withdrew. Both moved again and again in counterposed strokes that deepened each of them with every push. So began her first double penetration. The sensation of entry and exit she was accustomed to with sex didn't come; instead there was constant pressure within her that just brought a squish sensation as it shifted her genital septum to and fro. They sped up at the same pace when both mean attained their full depth. John wiggled again under her to ensure a tight bond between them; oh he was going to be forceful with that pelvic bone. His bone ground hers and attacked the clitoris between them. He reached up with both hands to press her breasts together and keep them to his chest.

Next to her Meg moaned a high pitched note that signaled her approaching orgasm. Again and again.

John was feeling his position's power and applied more force and speed to his fucking. Dick even lost his pace in her ass for a moment as John's movements took over our heroine's stance. Her whole lower body bucked with his strokes. The new movements, however, carried her butt up and down of its own accord, and in moments Dick figured out how to just let her ass fuck him for awhile. She let her weight down to her elbows and John's motions rocked her figure even more. 

Meg's moans climaxed with a trill behind tightly clenched lips followed by, "Ahh, Ahh, your man's going to cum next, oh my, Ahh! Yes, he's so nice in me I think I want his cum up there, up in my cunt!" She looked around and found the gaze of her beau who nodded consent. "And you," Meg's hand grazed past girly's side, "You can't have it. Oh yess, I feel his head." His voice joined in with just the 'Oh's of his approaching cum. "Mmm, he throbs so big and hot!" she had elevated her voice when the feeling of his first spurts carried her back to a mini-orgasm. Meg bit her lip.

Girly buried her face into John's chest (no one mentioned to him that several sticky semen pools would splat onto his front and neck.)

"Oh, yesss it is hot." Meg scooted up and let the man exit her. She then scooted on her back and turned her pussy toward girly and added, "You'll want this." The latter turned her head in that direction to see what was happening. Meg draped her left leg over girly's back to get her nether region closer to the dual pierced part-asian shorty. "There is so much. I'm sure I can spare this." Meg brought her chin up in a single belly curl that she held until a sticky off-white glob surfaced from her pussy to her waiting fingertips. "Stick out your tongue ... or... unless you want to wear it like the other spunk. Hmm?"

Her tongue came out just a bit and Meg carefully brought her fingertips toward girly's face. Just then Dick rejoined his efforts and actively thrust his member fully into her ass simultaneous to John's forceful slapping hump. Needles to say, feeling a cumload to girly failed as her whole frame was wrenched forward. The fingers smeared their proffered load from her tongue-tip across her cheek to her ear. Watching the mess on the face of the bucking fuck toy that girly had become brought a giggle to Meg's cheeks.

She heard her own lover getting dressed out of sight as she looked frustratedly at Meg. "What?!" She asked with a partial tone of demand.

"Nothing, it's just... It's just like icing on the cake, now isn't it?" Meg laughed her answer while untangling her legs and standing up from the bed. Meg stood nakedly with her hands on her hips a moment and just watched the shorter woman get thrust forward and back by the simultaneous strokes of the double pounding penetrations she was taking. Girly couldn't get off her elbows to do so, so she blew at angles toward her cheek to try to free cum-stuck hairs. Meg was still giggling a little when Joe approached her and whispered in her ear from behind. He was not really particularly quiet so most could hear him ask for a face fuck from Meg. "Sure, you were so good." She responded in a cutish voice referring to his earlier performance upon birthday girl.

"I'll be back." Chimed in the voice through the subvocals, "Do you want anything?"

"Uh, mm, mm, a soda, and... and ice." She, upon hearing her own voice in huffs and puffs, realized what was going on on another level.

"OK, I'll be able to hear you."

"OK, OK, OK." She replied as the strokes carried her away. Maybe she could climax like this. This was just so new, filled in both holes like this. It was a whole new sensation to have so much filling and thickness in that area.

Meg did look again to her husband for approval before sitting on the bed next to girly. She crossed her legs, not from modesty or chasteness obviously, but to gain a brief visage of ladylike propriety, and Joe stepped up. She grasped his slight erection and gave it a couple of slow strokes to watch it climb back to size. Meg began to delicately kiss the head.

Feeling her stirring finally overcoming the oddity of the stretching, pulling and extra filling sensations of the double dicking, the star of the evening began to tighten both of her holes and raised her front – her weight now on her palms. With more space John could fully grasp both her breasts firmly and brought her right mammary to his lips for kisses. He encircled her nipple tightly with his lips and squeezed her other boob between all his fingertips. Tightening her ass and pussy, whether a voluntary action or not she was not sure, coupled with John's breast play brought her orgasm on fast now. With tight-lipped "Mmm" moans came a pulsing clenching of her anus and vagina, and right then Dick could take no more. Dick pressed himself tightly and fully into her ass and shot a warm and thick load that she was sure she could feel eeking around every corner inside her tightening and loosening rectum. The pressures of his full penetration brought a sting and a pinch to her rubbed septum with each of John's firm thrusts at her pussy. Those pains and his continued pinches on her nipples brought another climax on the heels of the last. "Yess, yess!" she extolled with her head tossed back. Maybe it was the pain she liked, or maybe it was the intensity everything had taken on. Either way she'd never cum twice so quickly. 

While Dick exited her anal pore carefully she plunged her face forward to forcefully kiss John, a surprise to him who'd only expected a straightforward fucking. His arms were trapped to her breasts in her firm hug, and she bounded her own sex down on him hard. She did this hard again and again at pound out the last of that second orgasm – not content with any small one.

Dan, the fourth of her fuck partners, approached her face with his dick in his hand. When her face rose, letting John catch his breath from those kisses, Dan pressed his head to her lips and she didn't hesitate. She sucked his head right in and gave him willing, strong suction that made him buckle. "No, no, she spat him out along with a couple of strands of her own sticky hair, "back there, fuck my pussy."

"But..."

"Go this one can't last much longer." She ordered breathily, still pounding down with her ass to consume John's cock. She was right as a moment later, with a wiggle from side to side, she used her pussy muscles to milk his warm sappy load from his throbbing cock. Feeling yet again that warm oozing sensation deep within, she rolled off John quickly. She ran into Meg, which briefly interrupted Joe's blowjob but before it had gotten intense. She spread her legs, knees high, to insist on Dan's entry. She had rounded a corner on what she thought of this, what she expected of this whole thing and on what she thought of her role in this; She had gone from recipient to instigator and from observer to participant.

Meg, not using hands on Joe's penis, was jostled and lost her mouthful with a slurp. "Mmm, come back her, we've just begun." Meg kept her hands clasped behind her back and opened wide to find his dick quickly at the back of her throat. 

The first man of the evening, Dave, reentered the room at this point and placed a bucket of ice upon the dresser. "You know there's a bachelorette party down the hall? It's getting loud because their male stripper just up and left."

Meg's husband called "Harry" chuckled. 

"Oh, yeah?" said the man called Tom.

"Yeah, come look. They, like, left the door open and were still sounding a bit rowdy."

No one else seemed to notice as the pair moved off.

Meg, wide-eyed, looked up at Joe who breathlessly nodded and asked, "Ready?"

Meg nodded yes and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Joe laced his fingers into Meg's hair and she reached over and took girly's upper arm in a firm grip. With her other hand she firmly took hold of the edge of the bed. Joe slowly but firmly pressed at the back of Meg's head until her throat stopped on his cock. From the arm touch girly, still waiting for Dan's entry (he was knee walking from the far edge of the bed and was now siding in between her thighs.) and turned her head in time to see the impression of Joes firm head expand Meg's throat. Her eyes widened at the sight, but also noticed Dan settling his pelvis to her own. Now both of them could watch as Joe started a quick set of five thrusts to Meg's wide mouth. Each landing and passing of her throat brought a hiss of breath and a "Gggah" and he'd hold his position a moment. By the fifth Meg's wide upturned eyes teared a little and Joe, looking back, held his depth in her mouth, her throat, for a little bit longer. She gave a slight nod and he began again with a continual stream of thrusts to her throat, each summoned a "Gah!" sound from Meg.

The groom-to-be, who was the ninth man to have entered the room, murmured to the seventh man next to him, "Man, I'd like to get that." Meg's hand came off the edge of the bed and, unsteady at first, grasped Joe where his rear met his thigh. As the gasping thrusts continued she waved a gesture at him that told man number nine to 'come on ahead.' Joe let her face off of his penis, and Meg gasped and slurped at cummy spit that tried to escape her lips. "OK!" breath, pant, "OK, next!" Meg fairly shouted to "Bob", the groom. Then she was overwhelmed by a penis closing her throat again.

Lest we digress...

Dan and girly regained their composure and at her urging, "c'mon, c'mon." he speedily pierced her twat and immediately set about a fast paced fucking. She breathed deeply, eyes closed a moment, searching for her next orgasm. Meg's husband, now on the bed, scooped his big hands under his wife's petit rear. She came to her feet and had to bend over farther, to hold in Joe's cock which had closed her throat with another of those deep pauses. Joe's head leaning back told her how close he was to climax. He'd almost not been aware of issuing thick ropes of semen to Meg's milking mouth. He again used her hair to move her mouth on his penis, but not into her throat now as he wanted her lips and tongue to bring his orgasm. Her husband's lifting hands brought her to her feet at the bed's edge as he sought to sit in behind her – actually underneath her. Joe kept his softer thrusts to Meg's mouth going as she sucked at his throbbing head. He breathed contented sighs while her expert mouth worked just the tingling head. Convinced she had gotten it all she turned away.




Atonement! P



Dan had leaned in to show some love to girly's liquidly moving breasts, but was crowded away by Meg's head and shoulder leaning in over girly to deliver a kiss of her own. Surprised wide-eyed, she nevertheless accepted the deeply pressed kiss. She tasted more than Meg's smooth questing tongue. Then all at once the thick load rode Meg's tongue down into her own mouth. There it stayed a moment, and then Meg resumed turning their tongues around, stirring the thick jism.

Then suddenly, their mouths still engaged in a wide kiss, Meg uttered a "Guhh." and stayed very still, transfixed leaning over girly. A last little string of drooly cum trailed between them. Meg's eyes popped wide open again as she was fully seated down. Her eyes and mouth closed now and she rotated her body back 90 degrees facing the side of the bed. Yes, she was sitting down on her husband's lap as far as she could, but her rear had yet to touch his loins. Her ass was speared by that thick and long member and gravity and his hands on her hips were still slowly trying to get the rest of it in. Not that it wasn't possible – uh, there – as she'd taken him anally before. Her rear just wasn't ready, since usually she had to let another man buttfuck her first to prepare it.

Girly saw this and swallowed down her share of Joe's cum.

She watched Meg curl her legs back under herself to hold herself up on her husband's cock as he began pushing up into her smooth little ass. Meg then motioned the finally disrobed Bob closer. Dan's breathing in girly's ear became ragged, as did his motions. Someone said, "Hey, man, you gonna fuck at this ass?" They were indicating man number seven who was going by "Jeff".

Jeff responded with, "I don't know, maybe that's a bit much, wouldn't be fair." His voice came from behind the groom. Past Meg, perched on her husband's lap, and Bob who'd just been admitted between Meg's talented lips, girly could not see. 

Meg extracted the cock from her mouth using her left hand, and Harry even stopped pressing into Meg's rear as several stared.

"Her ass wouldn't take it, I'll wait."

"Oh, yeah," Meg affirmed agape, "look at that thing!" She reached past man nine to seize the unseen member briefly. Girly, distracted from her own fucking which was nearly done, craned to see around others but could not roll her head back enough to catch a glimpse.

Dan halted. He began to pull out and she snapped back to attention, "No," she said locking him suddenly with a leg around his waist, "don't go out keep going."

"But," he started as his first spurt brought him to thrust deeper into her.

"I know, but I want to cum, keep going."

So Dan began his thrusting again while his penis twitched and swelled inside her stirring around the contents of his and one other jizz load. Thinking on this and closing her eyes she felt rushing behind her breasts and her orgasm readied itself. It had to happen soon; she could feel Dan getting a little smaller, softer.

Meg resumed her repeated "Ghgh, gah, gah," as she orally rode the groom in strokes that were faster, about two-to-one, that the strokes she was taking from the large anal penetration. "Oh, baby, your ass is so tight," she heard Harry praise; "it won't be long."

She heard Dan say, "OK." to someone unseen, but she was still holding her eyes closed in concentration. Dan exited and was quickly replaced by a firm hand cupping her pubic area. Shifting weight told her a new partner was sidling up to enter. Good, a long pause and she'd lose this orgasm. She still leaned her head back and kept her eyes closed while she overheard Meg whisper to Harry, "You want to cum in her hair, or do you want her to eat it out of my ass?"

"I think," then a breathy moment followed, "you should ask her."

The next partner to our heroine was heard to say, "Oh wow, damn you are wet, girl." Then his thumb easily stuck into her vagina. "That's good."

"Mmm, Hmm," she replied and whispered, "let's go." Turning to Meg she said, "He can cum in my hair, I guess."

The older woman nodded and shortly returned to the mouthing of the groom's penis.

A new cock head presented itself to girly at her lower lips. "You sure?" came the voice of the one called Jeff.

"Yes, please now." She said without looking up. Her head was fully back leaning off the bed. 

"OK." As he began to press in she loosened and tightened her muscles in Kegel rhythms.

She heard Meg return to her loud oral reception, "Oh, Gah, ghuh, ghuh, ghuh!"

Jeff continued to press in and now has to knee-walk a step forward. He was still going. Everything shifted when Harry lifted Meg off his lap so he could rise. She knelt to the floor to continue her ministrations upon Bob, bobbing as it were.

Jeff's penis kept coming slowly up, in. She was about to look to see how much more there could be when Harry arrived and clasped a bunch of her hair in one large fist to surround his penis. Even through her long locks his first spurt slipped along her left eye and caught the side of her nose. The rest oozed into her hair. Light rustling crinkling sounds told her of how many old loads of sperm there had set long enough to dry. Jeff kept sliding in until – there it was. He'd topped her off. Not terribly wide or girthy, but long – no man before had met her pussy's top wall. Still unable to look up, she found her depth stretched enough that she couldn't flex her muscles on his shaft. It was as if it was too big for her to grip. That long pole began its sliding retreat and thrust back. She had to wince as now it banged her top wall, again, again. Her orgasm delighted, though, at the prospect of topping this challenge.

Finally, her hair loosed from Harry's grip, she could look up. No, now came Meg in close for another spermy kiss. The kiss was firm again and again a strange man's semen slid down from one tongue to the other. Their playing tongues swirled the groom's cum around in her mouth and this time fervent motions sloshed it out of their mouths onto girly's cheek. So much was going on; the wild womanly cum-soaked kiss, the seeming vaulter's pole pounding a part of her never reached before, her new desirous approach to this gangbanging that she was the center of... That was it! Her orgasm burst forth orange light behind her closed lids, her pussy clenched at the insurmountable rod like it could grab it and pull it all inside, her body shuddered in places she couldn't control, and she screamed her ejaculation song into Meg's open mouth. Now her hips, before just taking the men's strokes, rocked to quicken the pace. Her body wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck.

"Are you Okay in there?" came the man's voice on the subvocal.

At first she was just able to reply with "Ahh, Ahh!" then, "Yeah," Now she felt the full squish of two cumloads and her own juices and even the jism in her ass all sliding out onto her thighs, "Yeah, just... just getting cummed up, down there."

"What?"

"I'm getting cummy up there, I'm so fucking full of cum." She said absently still reeling from her biggest orgasm of the night so far. Now, finally, she could lookdown her own length and see. With his full entry Jeff met and stretched her deepest membranes and was still an inch or more short of his own full length. "How long is that damn thing?" She mused, "Oh gawd, fuck, fuck me!" He quickened his strokes again, and she leaned back and pressed her heels to the mattress wishing – willing to absorb that full length. His pounding her wall this fast quickly took the strength from her legs an she collapsed down in to another wracking orgasm. That made her roll her head, and she banged her fist onto the bed. When she could she yelled, "Gawd, fuck me! Fuck it in!"

"I'm going to cum soon."

"Fuck it, just make me cum! Keep going! I'm a fucking cum bucket, I can take it! Go!"

Just then she saw, from upside down perspective, her man reenter with a scantily leather-clad blond. The groom's voice confirmed what the leather and chain outfit hinted at. "Lady Barbara." Ah, she must be the stripper that walked out.

Her own man gestured to everyone briefly and firmly said, "Remember, you're not supposed to cum below the belt." She looked at him with a crumpled brow until after a pause. Realizing what he'd just heard on the microphones, "OK, look, don't cum in her below the belt unless you're told to." 

All relaxed and the stripper, Lady Barbara, climbed onto the bed at the pillows. Jeff – having paused thinking something was wrong – looked to girly who sent him back an expectant look. "Go." She finally said.

The man with the extremely long penis regained his attention and had let his own climax slip away just enough to set back to pounding the loose, but not deep enough, cunt he'd speared; this was one of the closest fits he'd ever found. Brow furrowed in concentration she received a cold object in her right hand. She looked up to see her lover standing at the end of the bed; he'd pressed a cold plastic soda bottle into her hand. She was now taking strokes fast and hard: each accentuated with her concerned but feminine utterances of "Uhh!"

"Okay, I'll try something." Came a voice from the left, the head of the bed. There reclined the Lady Barbara with all of the pillows at her back. Knees in the air with one hand resting on one bare knee gave the impression that she was holding her legs open to receive, yet black stretchy material made to shine like leather covered her pubic area. This was above stockings that rose to leather garters and a delicate chain belt. Similar silver chains held up her leather bra and criss-crossed her modest breasts.

All eyes had cast to the stripper in anticipation and three voices were heard to say at the same time either "What?" or "Yes?"

"Yo," she pointed to the busiest woman in the room, "her, birthday girl," her finger swiveled to point down at her own panties, "here."

"Uhm?" replied birthday girl looking up. Her lover merely raised his eyebrows when she sought his directions. That was a 'yes, do it.'

"Yes sir." She looked back left to see Lady Barbara sliding full onto her back and pulling aside the stretchy leathery crotch of her show panties. Jeff's strokes had slowed again as he tried to figure out what was going on when girly began to move that way. He was automatically extracted when she rolled onto her belly and crawled to the waiting pussy. Lady Barbara, only shaving to clear her panty line, showed a quantity of bush and girly supposed she should start there. She combed at the woman's pubic hair with the fingers of one hand, while with the other she touched and pressed the tanned wrinkles of labia away from one side.

The stripper looked at Jeff with an elevated look of interest and pointed at his large penis, neglected and wanting to return to action. Again she used that pointing finger swiveling gesture, now to indicate that he should return that large cock to girly's waiting, dripping, gaping cock socket. She was laying flat to the bed which reduced his target to just a 'V' of pussy down low. He scrambled to her full rear and lay himself down with his belly to her rump and again lined up his rod to her pussy. Moist sounds were audible to all as his lengthy penetration went up, up, up. By now girly had testingly licked Barbara's cunt from hole to clit. She settled herself with licking and playing with that little button of flesh smaller than the end of her pinky finger. Barbara watched with interest as girly's greedy twat took almost all of what must be 10? 11? Inches of dick with only the littlest winces at it topping out. "Hmm," she said with curt amusement before laying back to enjoy her oral reception. 

Others in the room had taken to chairs to watch the show and enjoy a rest. Chairs were brought in from the front room to accommodate all except Meg, who sat on her husband's lap absently caressing his chest and cock, alternatingly, with her nails. Jeff had again had to regain his thrill level and took a good four minutes getting back to where he had been. His sound pumping pushed her whole form into another orgasm in about three; Not to mention how he pushed her face, from nose to chin, into the strippers mauve pussy. Said stripper, still in full recline and with her eyes closed, began to show her pleasure with a soft stroke of girly's hair, but opened her eyes to examine the gooey mess she brought back on her fingertips.



Atonement! Q



(Be sure to go back for chapters A-P of this series of events of a college journalism major whose relationship with a cop has turned afoul, for which she has offered to do anything to atone. He's decided to take her up on it with an emphasis on the ANYTHING, but her atonement has taken on a life if it's own. By now she's losing track of the number of anonymous strangers she has serviced and has done things on both sides of the gender lines with abandon.)

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Those sitting and watching met the sigh of "Dave" and "Tom's" return with company. They were leading three young women from the bachelorette party down the hall; the middle one of them being led by the other two because of a black cloth blindfold around her whole head. The two not blindfolded took in this scene for a solid minute until girly began a mantra of moans and, "Oh, God, we're gonna cum, never had one... could fill me up... gonna cum, fill me up... ram that home... split me apart... uhh, fill me up... come on, cum, uhhh." And she was right, they came at one time. His cock chocked as far up in her grasping pussy as he could get it. Her body responded to his throbbing ejaculation as if her pussy could gasp for air. Their combined pulsing squeezed semen hot and thick out of her pussy.

This was only part of what the two newcomers beheld was this firm fucking that girly had taken from the back end while laying down along the hotel suite's large bed. Immediately in front of girly was a woman clad in black leather and silver chains, an outfit really only suitable for a stripper. Girly, done concentrating on attaining climax from the sound fucking behind her, returned to lapping sloppily at this woman's whole vagina. About the room were other men in various states of undress, and one other woman, nudely sitting on one man's lap. It was clear that there had been a whole lot of fucking going on.

Still dutiful to "Lady Barbara's" pussy, girly held open the stripper's labia and began tickling while working towards holding open the inner hole. The last waves of her most recent orgasm were moving on and Jeff, still inside for a moment was just beginning to lose his erection. With a cock his size even a little relaxing was noticeable. 

"No way," said one of the blindfolded bride's escorts, "I'm outta here!" That bridesmaid, a prim and proper looking blond in a pink three-button polo over khakis turned and left. "Let's go," she called over her shoulder. "Rachael, Tiffany!" She called back and after a moment, "Ugh!" and the outer door was heard closing.

"Tiffany, ha ha, I'm one of those," came a weak and tired voice from the vicinity of Barbara's pussy, up went girly's free hand. Several chuckles were heard. 

The real Tiffany led the blindfolded bride, Rachael, to sit on the closest corner of the bed. The latter moved carefully and wore the O-mouthed expression of surprise. Light brown haired Rachael, with dark new denims and a high pica cotton polo of sky blue, looked similarly preppy to the girl who'd just left, while Tiffany, a mellow brown-skinned girly wore a tank-top over a nice set of 34 C or D breasts. Tiffany's black slacks still spoke of tasteful style, though her frizzed hair a'la spooky spice said there was something exciting there, too. "Tiffany, what is this?" Rachael asked as if she hadn't just heard the loud extolling of a loud cumming woman. "I want to see." She said smiling naughtily and up went a hand almost making it to the blindfold. Tiffany intercepted it, but held Rachael's hand in the up position.

"Try this here." Tiffany said as she gestured 'come here' with one finger to man four, Dan as he was called here. As he arrived she guided his bare ass to direct him to dock his penis into Rachael's waiting hand. At first the bride was taken aback by the slight and almost limp member placed into her fingers. Then, however, her hands both closed on it with moderate touches and she felt its first stirrings of interest.

With an audible slurp Jeff finally extracted himself from the cummy sleeve he had occupied for a few moments after ejaculating. Tiffany had a great view of this scene and stood agape at the sight of his monumental member and at the gapped pussy of our ill-used heroine, who had returned to licking up the stripper.

Meg and Harry's friend, the bartender, Joe (right Sam) approached the stripper from the edge of the bed to her right and she took his barely alert member in one hand to stroke it lazily while still enjoying being eaten out.

Rachael took on a new expression; tongue in cheek of a bawdy grin, as she slowly coaxed the now alert shaft in her hands. Dave presently approached Tiffany and stood before her. She looked up from where she was seated while he undid his belt. She visibly thought about for but a second, then with a shrug lowered her tank top to reveal warmly brown full breasts. She pushed Dave back a step and slid off the bed to her knees on the floor as his limp, but filling dick presented itself through the 'V' of his open pants. Before it got any further she'd gripped it at the base with an upheld hand and engulfed it entirely with her mouth.

Lady Barbara sat up from her pillow perch to kneel towards Joe and then crouch down to take his member in her mouth. As girly rolled over on her back to delicately soothe her roughed-up vagina she beheld the collection of new woman attending to freshly awakening cocks. With her cool soda bottle she caressed her raw labia and thighs until she realized that some of the moistness stuck to her hands, and that must be sperm; the aggregate jizz loads of three strange men. She took another sip and checked the bottle cap to see if she'd won anything. Then she turned her attention to watching the three women about the bed orally administering to men. Meg, too, had been watching from the sidelines while absently grinding on her husband's thigh upon which she was primly perched.

Presently Meg shivered, then she rose up and took her husband's fingers to lead him to Rachael's proximity. She stood on tip toes to whisper into Harry's ear and then began a mission to enhance the bride-to-be's evening the way, perhaps, she had already enhanced our girly's -- with her own personal touch. Meg hated things being half-way.

Meg gently pressed Dan's shoulder to back him from Rachael who, still blindfolded, looked momentarily puzzled about where the penis in her mouth had gone. She had not long to wonder as, by leaning in, Meg was able to fill a gap for both of them. She leaned until her right breast grazed Rachael's lips and gently seeking hand. With one hand she captured the bride's head and with the other she kept Rachael's hand close, but moved it to her left breast. Rachael at first had tried to back up, but she was held fast to the offered boob. "You know what to do, don't you?" whispered Meg as she kept leaning forward. Meg's lips now reached Dan's penis where she delicately blew and then slowly traced a line from base to head with her tongue. "I've got something you need to see," teased Meg to Rachael, then she licked Dan's member the other way just as slowly. Rachael, holding the end of Meg's tit in her mouth, timidly tapped the nipple with the tip of her tongue. "You need to see what it's like to fuck a married man." Now Meg started coaxing Dan in a direction by his penis to move him further from the bed. She also gave him three quick circles around the head with her tongue; Keep that happy and the man will go anywhere. "What do you think? Want to feel what a married man is like?" Each time she said it she emphasized the word man. She loosened her grip on Rachael's head just a bit.

"Um," a shy smile with a single giggle, "I don't know."

After mouthing Dan's whole member for a second she added, "Well how about my married man?"

"Um, he he, I don't know. Really?"

Meg kept Rachael's hand working her breast as she nodded to her husband. "Yes, really. I say it's Okay." She straightened and took Dan's penis in her hand and gave it a good squeeze. With her head she motioned to girly's relaxing form and Dan nodded, too.

Rachael still seemed hesitant and again asked, "Are you sure?" Not knowing that Harry was already stepping into the place vacated by Dan.

"Well, how about if you kiss me while he fucks you? Then it will be like he's with me -- at least I'll see it that way." Now Meg used Rachael's hand, from her own left breast, to steer her to stand up before herself, sidelong to the bed. Rachael's other hand quested cautiously and found rest upon Rachael's right breast. Harry, now behind Rachael, placed his hands firmly upon her hips and held them in place while Meg stepped back and led Rachael to lean in for a tender single kiss on the lips. Now Rachael was bent forward slightly and Harry transferred his hands to the front of Rachael's jeans and located a button to undo. Meg placed both Rachael's hands upon the bed thinking, 'oh yeah, she'll need her balance in a minute,' then sat down across one of her own legs to place her face before the blindfolded bride's. Gently and just with moist lips she kissed Rachael until the slow zipper sound brought such a smile and slight laugh to the faces of both women.

As if ignoring Harry's steady unwrapping of her presents Rachael commented, "Um, I'd never kissed a girl before."

"Baby, you still haven't. I think we can all agree here -- I'm all woman," Meg put in a firmer kiss at the same moment Harry hiked the denims, tightened across Rachael's bent hips, down with a side-to-side motion. Meg also reached up to cup Rachael's breasts through blouse and bra, "And in a minute you'll know what it feels like to be the kind of woman I mean." She squeezed those tits a bit and planted another firm peck.

Harry had brought the jeans down to just below Rachael's knees, where they bound up, and he spent a minute caressing her pleasant ass in wide circular motions through her fresh dark blue cotton panties.

"So do you like kissing me, bride-to-be?"

"Yeah," She answered almost breathlessly after the last kiss lingered a moment. Meg took to coaxing up Rachael's top and got it just up and over the satiny cups of her bra at the same moment Harry lowered the blue undies right to Rachael's knees. Straightening again Harry let his cock touch Rachael for the first time resting it upright along the new exposed crack of her rear. She felt the motion of Rachael's face and could tell that her eyes had popped wide open; she must now feel what's coming her way. She immediately joined their mouths in a strong deep French kiss and hoisted her bra up over two milky white breasts. The actions up to Harry, Rachael and Meg's joinder had taken quite an interminable while to the participants, but to the rest of the room little new motion had occurred; Lady Barbara still nodded to Joe's erection, as did Tiffany to Dave's, though at a slower, more leisurely pace. Dan, though, had approached girly and stooped close beside her place on the bed to kiss her and hold her abundant right breast. Inside she appreciated the slow approach since it afforded her another moment to relax. She grasped his cock in a lazy, but firm stroke that kept him firm, but patient. This as Harry prepared to enter Rachael.

Harry held his wide member in his hand up to Rachael's opening. He clasped himself tight, and she felt his head pulsing larger. Then slowly he parte her pussy lips and very nearly filled them from he clitoris to her inner opening. Knowing what was next from Rachael's tensing, Meg sped their French kiss into a penetrating motion of its own and firmly squeezed her hanging mammaries. Though encountering a larger, more engorged head than it had ever before, Rachael's pussy willingly stretched to admit his first thrust with a barely reluctant pop. Her throat tried to emit a low lusty grunt of "huh" but she was muffled still by Meg's continued firm kisses.

Harry's first penetrating motion had carried him in to half his length before he had spread Rachael's lubricating moisture too thin. There had been, after all, so little foreplay. He began short strokes to lure out some more pussy juice, and he felt her pussy to be tight, but elastic enough to admit him with no pain or fear of harming her. Soon his short strokes were rewarded and he could pursue greater depths. He set up a steady course of thrusts to Rachael's receptive press back against his hips. As offered Meg kept her kisses in time to her husband's fucking and let the bride-to-be's swinging breasts stroke her open palms.

Diagonally across the king-sized bed Dan began to climb on and hovered over the girly whose legs opened to receive him. Dan had to pause to further appreciate her big breasts with firm suckles of her nipples. He sucked first at one, inhaling strongly through his mouth to get as much of her luscious flesh into his mouth as possible, then released it and moved to do the same to the other. This he did a couple of times on each side until he decided it was time to commence fucking her in earnest. Dan settled on top of her and both moved their hands down to his penis to guide it into her wet hot folds. No matter that she had tried to cool off with the soda bottle, it could not abate her friction-burning, eager heat. As their fingers met and semi-entwined they made eye contact and both almost smiled, until they were interrupted. 

Joe quickly detached himself from the stripper's supple lips to rush to girly's head. Dan was pushed aside a little and Joe barely got to her in time to plant his cumload onto her forehead at the hairline. He had been trying to reach her hair, but had to settle for a thick rope of cum landing at her head where it slowly oozed back into her hair. Like a slug, though, it left a trail -- actually three as his three larges deposits sought slightly different routes to soak in. Dan still held his cock to her opening and he pressed in while she used a finger to wipe her damp brow. There was little they had to do to prepare for this fucking, so he immediately began deep, firm strokes, each ending with a soft clap of their pelvises meeting. Not knowing where tissues might be she licked her fingers clean of Joe's cum, and Dan hunched way over to return to sucking her breasts while they fucked.

The stripper, Lady Barbara, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked behind her. "Hey, Mr. Groom," she said pointing to the fiancé when she saw him, "You really want it?" she briskly asked.

"Oh, yes..."

Before he could say more she asked, "Enough to do it in the ass?" and with her characteristic swivel of the wrist, she turned her pointing finger from him to her own rear where she sat on her own heels.

"Yes..."

"Alright," she again prevented him from saying more, "Get over here before I change my mind." And she raised her rear into the air a bit. Bob veritably scrambled across much bed, between Meg's bare back and girly's raised knee, to arrive facing the proffered backdoor. Someone, Meg, pressed into his palm the tube of lubricant, cap already flipped up. The stripper's black clad rear thrust up twice before him while he applied a few drops from his finger to his penis. Then he reached for Lady Barbara's show panty's waist band and pulled until they bunched. Without undoing her garters he could only pull her underwear down to so far. Still he had a generous view of her whole lower end before unceremoniously perching his penis at her anus and pressing it slickly inside. He had only been mostly erect, and upon pressing his member buckled a couple of times but managed to get inside and remain. 

"Hey," Lady Barbara commented brightly, "That's a nice little dick you got there." Though he was firming up and growing a little inside as copulation began. "Yeah that's a good size for this."

He thought of how his full erect member would soon be deep in her rear quarters and at first smirked how that 'would show her', but admitted to himself, 'yeah, that won't be that much more noticeable than this...' Such thinking prevented him from attaining his full size, but didn't prevent him from pumping Lady Barbara's ass, all the same. 

While the future groom pumped, his lack of stiffness made his penis not so much slide in and out as it filled and unfilled his own skin. This did little for the stripper so she reached back with her left hand and used two fingers to push her clitoris to the left and to the right. Slowly at first, but she sped up to jiggling and rubbing her pussy to match so-called Bob's strokes. 

So this was the scene our hero took in as he returned to observe. The action was accentuated by Tiffany's "Mmmphh" as the blowjob she was giving to Dave, though slow and deliberate, yielded its climax. He responded to her gentle, warm and moist mouth with a modest load of cum and, from there being so much sex at the offering, there was not much ejaculatory explosion. Still Tiffany was taken aback by the taste suddenly appearing in her mouth, hence the sound. She had a sensation not unlike awakening from a dream to find that one woman was soaking in cum, a stripper was taking it in the ass from a soon to be married man, her close friend was taking a large dick while kissing a naked woman on the night before she wed, and she'd just sucked a strange man to a salty climax in her mouth. How surreal. "Rachael, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, "Rachael?"

"I, I, I," Rachael tried to answer while being consumed by the sound fucking she was taking and being held up by Meg's attempts to kiss her and feel her chest, "I think I'm going to cum, cum, cum." Her repetition came as a call, trying to draw out her pleasure prize. Harry was quite pleased that he fit inside Rachael each stroke and yet felt a tightness that didn't hurt either of them. This brought great sensation to his full length and he was going to make the most of it with strokes that even revealed some of his head before plunging back in to the pelvic slapping hilt. A few dozen more of these and Rachael broke from Meg's wild kisses to lower her head, close her eyes and bury her chin in the blouse piled up atop her chest. "Urr, I am," she declared, "I am ... going... to ... cum, uh, uh," and she released all tension with a long "Ooohhh." Then she looked up surprised and repeated, "Oooohhh, Oooh! Oh, my God." Meg smiled as Rachael continued these sounds, coos and surprised expressions.

"You're orgasming, "Meg said sounding happy for her.

"Wha? But I've cum before," she said.

"Yes, but this was different, bigger, right?"

"Uh, Uh, Uh huh." She finally got out.

"Better?"

"Uh, huh -- want again." Rachael added while the motion of Harry's member continued to push at her warmly pleased pussy. 

"Okay, well I think we can do that." Meg offered looking to her husband who shook his head 'no'. "But we have to decided this; do you want my man's cum or do you want him to go on her?" Meg pointed to girly and Dan; the latter fucking away wantonly while the former mouthed 'fuck' repeatedly emphasizing the F with her teeth. Her raised knees butterflied to his motions while his mouth stayed suckling her left breast.

Urgently Rachael replied, "I don't... know. I want to cum like that again, but I don't want ..." 

"OK." Meg cut her off. "You." She pointed to man number eight of the evening, called John. Meg pulled at her husband's arm and hurried when she heard the first moan signaling the arrival of his orgasm. No time to waste. Meg knelt on the floor and pulled him to her own mouth. She strained her tiring jaw to open wide enough to receive his head, but late; his first shot of jizm got her chin.

"I don't want to stop." Rachael said almost with a whine, but just in time John arrived with the dick. He brought the head, shaft supported in his hand, to the opening of Rachael's parted folds. Though just mostly erect, he pressed in without further pause. Rachael's pussy, still a bit gapped by Harry's large member, offered no resistance. Still, John firmed up in two strokes and the encounter with her moisture. Quickly he filled the space he needed to and responded to her saying, "Oh, Go!" by thrusting with abandon into her aloft presented hole.




Atonement! Q



Meg, now facing away from the bed, favored her husband's throbbing post-climax with a few more laps with her tongue before leaning back to the bed. She put her elbow on the bed to support the hand she raised to gently graze Rachael's left nipple. The swing of the bride-to-be's breasts on her teasing fingers quickened as Rachael greedily shortened John's strokes by pressing back on him with strokes of her own. Something like a soft growl escaped to Meg's ear.

Really into the fuck she was sharing with Dan, who's attentive soft kissing helped offset the tiring abuse girly's pussy was taking this night, she hardly noticed when dick returned. He pressed into her attention with his barely aroused cock hovering to the right of her head. She inattentively reached up to lazily stroke his offered cock, which shined a bit from recent cleaning. She moaned into Dan's kisses as they became deeper and longer. She hoped to show that she was into what she was already doing.

Just then, having daintily dabbed at the corners of her mouth with two fingertips, Tiffany cut in, "Rachael, we out to go." She sounded expectant, but didn't move yet from where she knelt.

Rachael cut back through gritted teeth in short curt tones that escaped in time with each backward press she applied to john's erection, "We'll-go-when-I'm-done-cumming."

Meg, still letting Rachael's nipple cross her fingers asked her husband, "Hon, is there anything else you see here, 'cuz we'll have to go soon?"

"Well," he shrugged and after a thought pointed at the bridesmaid.

"Um, no." said Tiffany, but at that same moment two other men, penises leveled to her face, had begun to move close to her. Dave, the closer of the two, actually had just started to stoop low to rub Tiffany's breasts. "Hey, wait!" she said putting up both hands palms out to deflect the approaching genitalia. Her palms actually met and pressed upward the proffered penises of both Dave and Dick. The latter had abandoned the idea of coaxing pleasure from the preoccupied girly. "I'm not having sex with all these people!" 

"Well how about this?" said Meg, pulling on her brightly striped thong, and approaching from behind Tiffany. She leaned in close and murmured into her ear things that could only be heard by those closest.

Tiffany took a moment to think and then let her palms fold into the shapes of Dave's and Dick's penises. "And one of you'll..." both men nodded affirmation. She let her fingers close on both now, "And when you cum, you know where to blow your load?" All eyes, rather those of Dave, Dick, Harry, Meg and Tiffany, turned to look at girly, oblivious with all of her own senses occupied. "OK, then," she conceded and began a few gentle strokes to the cocks she clasped. Harry stepped close directly in front, and she greeted him eyes wide and with a hands-free lick (she was now settling into that dual hand job.) She would not be taking Harry's full penis into her mouth, but she humored him with a suckling of just the very sensitive (having just came) head.

Rachael announced in gasps that she was cumming again and moments later she added, "Eh, someone do something with this guy soon, he's gonna go soon!" Meg, now in he skirt but bare above the waist, led dick away from Tiffany as she began to hand stroke Harry and kiss and lick Dave's tender underside.. Meg took John away by the hand and showed Dick that he should bring his well handled member to bear on Rachael's demands. Without much ceremony he penetrated and immediately felt her burning heat. She was wet, but not very wet; so as he immediately started pumping into her pussy he felt the light friction of her walls.

Rachael was still standing bent all the way over, but now she felt a little weak in the knees. She let her knees flutter, as she'd learned to do at attention in High School ROTC. She was loving the thrill of her chain of cumming and wasn't about to change position to interrupt. It was delicious, probably -- but this was a thought she pushed to the back of her mind -- aided by the naughtiness of this all happening on the eve of her wedding. No, she couldn't stop the thought of her how raw her pussy was going to be when receiving her husband on their honeymoon night. Guilty, but thrilled she began to fuck back at Dick as she had on John's dick.

John had been led, first by the hand and then by the cock, to the side of the long coupled girly and Dan. The former, gasping for air as Dan brought her to a mini-climax, had raised her head about an inch off the pillow. Meg reached under to cup the back of her head and with her other hand brought John, by the penis, in close. Meg then let go of the ready to blow member only long enough to gather a fistful of rich, black and squishy tresses to wrap around John's penis. Less than a dozen strokes and a long kiss were all Meg needed to return him to climax and leave a slow oozing load into the middle of the handful of hair. Meg experimented with a gentle squeeze and watched this cumload, and probably others, penetrate through and meld with the whole wad of hair. Some of the hair in her grasp was already a bit crusted, and she thought of how hard the whole mass would be in the morning, especially if this lasted all night long with no wash-up. Thinking of her times "in the train" mad Meg freshly horny and she knew it was time to head on out of there.

Politeness dictated, though that she allow her husband to finish being handled and blown by Tiffany, so she indulged a thought. Sperm from the saturated hair still coated her palm, and so she gently laid the fistful of hair across girly's face, some crossing over her open and heavy breathing mouth. She slowly pulled the locks across the soft-skinned features while wring ing out cum between two fingers. This had the effect of painting her cheeks, especially the right one, with thick goopy semen which Meg added to the left from the palm of her hand. She then bent close to girly's face and kissed gently. A peck followed, then a wet peck, then with her tongue she teased the half-asian features. She traced trails of cum up to the slim eyebrows, across the bridge of the nose and over the eyes closed or half-lidded with pleasure. Meg turned to quickly tease Dan, too with a French kiss that left him with a surprise taste of jizz. Meg then licked at the mess she'd made, but traced all the wet sticky loads back to deep kisses on girly's mouth.

As they traded this last, girly felt another small orgasm creep in and then she and everyone else heard Rachael loudly and proudly, "I'm, I'm cuuummming agaaaaainnn." In fact, she verily sang it. She stopped pushing back and just let Dick's strokes come as she enjoyed the wash of feeling over her body. She again had to flutter her wobbly legs to stay on her feet. Tiffany still traded sides back and forth to offer turns with her mouth and her hands to Harry and Dave.

After Meg straightened to look for her top Dan leaned in close to whisper "I'm about to go." into girly's ear.

Before he could ask if she wanted him out of her pussy she wraped her arms around him and brought her legs around his rear and said "Oh, just do it. Oh, oh OH!" The last was spurred on by his first throb and they climaxed together, him deep within her well tenderized sleeve. She felt his load fill all the hot space around his penis and she thought of how maybe, just maybe, it would lubricate her for any more fucking to come.

As they lay embracing they uttered "Ah" together again and again. She thought of how this fuck had been pleasant, peaceful and ... nice. She was happy to have had it, if not for the rest in preparation for more hard times ahead, then for the care; it was comparatively loving. Dan had tired to just make something mutually enjoyable, the first thing like that all night since the night had been about making a fucking cumhoe out of her. Any cumhoe would be flattered at the sentiment. She had to be careful with these thoughts. Though she favored him with several soft kisses and embraced him still, there was no good to come from falling in love at the gangbang. Despite the soreness, despite the humiliation that could overtake her at any moment, despite the demanding nature over this atonement issue there was one she was falling in love with. One man, and she could see him entering the room right now. She released Dan and he took his time getting off of her, infact he gave her one more soft squishing press of his penis inside her growing cum collection for good measure.

The man of her attention, who had orchestrated all this, walked in and first asked Meg, "How are things in here?"

"I think it's going well, sir." She looked around, hands on her hips with perked nipples still indicating the room as a whole when she turned to survey the scene, "Yep, I think my work here is done and we're going to get moving soon." Meg then tapped her husband on the shoulder, "Oh baby, I think you'd better go do that over there." She had heard his gently groan to Tiffany's strokings and sucks so she guided him by the elbow to girly's side and immediately his thick member drooled his last ejaculation for the night into her hair. Timing, though, had brought him barely shooting into the right place and a lot fell at her widow's peak, and as soon as she sat up the thinner parts would be ready to run into her eye.

"Thanks, Harry." She murmured non-committally, but also not really resentfully either.

At the same time the man of her real affection finished thanking Meg for her assistance with a deep kiss. Meg gave a one second squeeze through his pants and he replied by scooping the front of her flowy skirt between her slender thighs to give her pubic area a similar cupping.

"Mmmm," Meg responded breaking the kiss, "you are most welcome... 'Harry', we've gotta go." She picked her and Harry's remaining garments up on the way to the front room. Harry dutifully followed, eager inside to get back to his real name.

Now, finally the host approached his admirer and asked quietly, "Everything OK?"

"Uh, huh, she said and sat upright -- dislodging Harry's last trickle to run down pitifully to her left eye.

"And are you OK?" He continued.

"Uh, huh." Re replied as she pressed herself, sitting, onto him. She didn't know where she got this from; she had energy, almost felt frisky. She hugged him around the waist for a moment. He stepped back and unzipped his pants. She reached for his button and they both worked to fish his penis, just a little alert, out into the open. "Yess," she hissed. In a sharp breath and gave her prize a quick kiss. She then scooted around for position and brought her rear in from the edge of the bed. She lay back with her head slightly raised but with very little bed left under it. Some of her cum-heavy hair hung in goopy ropes toward the floor, but out of her way. With her right hand she reached up and grasped his rising arousal from above to guide it to her lips. Both were surprised at her enthusiasm. She caressed the underside of his shaft, his sensitive center line, with moistened lips and prepared to suck him in.

Just across the room Rachael declared orgasm yet again. "Oh, Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" then she settled into a series of "Mmmm, Mmmm," girly managed to get the object of her desire into her mouth in time to feel it warmly swell, swell, swell, and just touch the back of her throat. She still had a moment to press his spongy fill between her lips and the roof of her mouth, and it brought to mind a cakey, cream-filled snack treat. Then his hardness was firmly there and she swallowed hard to keep from drooling. Then Rachael again was heard, "OK, you not ... not inside me, go over there. Someone get this dick outta me! Noo!" Rachael trilled this last bit and showed a bit of fear momentarily until Jeff, half dressed, stepped up to his friend.

"Come on, Dick," Jeff joked the nickname, "You know where to go." His friend took a light push as his cue finally and exited Rachael's cunt to skirt the bed and Dave/Tiffany to arrive already ejaculating at girly's face. He bumped that couple apart as he clumsily tried to maneuver his jets of jizm to her hair, but the first shots fell richly across her lips and then her right eye. Finally his next bits fell to her locks, but the greater amount had already fallen on the floor and her face.

Before he'd actually gotten to girly's hair Rachael was already demanding that her stream of sex continue, "Come on guys, there's what, nine of you? Can't you keep a girl cumming?" Jeff, however was already loosing his pants. Rachael, standing straight up now, met the appearance of his barley half erect member with wide-eyed gaping disbelief. "Oh, umm, OK. No." She said and she saw it bounce and lengthen a bit more. "Oh, hell no. Go fuck one of them..." and she hooked her thumb over her shoulder.

Jeff first appeared before Tiffany who still stroked and sucked Dave alternatingly, but stopped to waive him off towards our heroine. Just then Tom, who had slipped away to the bachelorette party, returned to the room indicating surprise that none of these other guys had gone to see that mayhem. Upon seeing Jeff's piece he remembered that "They're clamoring for a stripper down there, and man... you'd be like a hero." Jeff paused to think on this, and in that moment Dave tore away from Tiffany to stand opposite Dick at girly's hair. He reached for a lock almost in time, but missed his first spasming shot which got her in the eye.

Now twice removed from girly's waiting lips, her preferred lover decided to step up to the place of greatest need: Rachael, who still stood alone waiting to get on with her orgasmic festival. She'd just started to cross her arms impatiently, which hid her boobs and brought a corner of her shirt tumbling down over one.

With mumbles of "OK, hey, sure," Bob, Joe and John began gathering their clothes. Dick asked which room and added that hed come down but was busy wiping his cock in "this bitch's hair." Tom told them where to go and moved aside so they could get through to the front room. Meg almost stumbled getting through the press of semi-naked men to reenter the bedroom and approach the bed.

The man at Rachael's side lowered her arms and reached across her chest to cradle both her breasts. She looked into his eye and turned back to face the bed. Now she lay forward, but not all the way on, to bend at her pelvis and conform to the edge of the bed. "I hope you can do this awhile." She said expectantly, bratty over her new found orgasmic pleasure. Her husband-to-be had brought her to cum a few times, but this was new. These penises were larger, frankly, than the one and only she'd ever had, and they brought out a new thrill. Meg had been right, she'd never really orgasmed, and if tomorrow night it was on to just one lover, then tonight she was going to make the most of what was available and get as much of this orgasm thing as possible. She wondered if maybe she should have fucked that Jeff guy; that might never come her way again. Then she wondered if she would now be...

"Rachael, aren't we going back yet?" Tiffany cut in. It was met with only a grumpy stare. Both woman rolled their eyes as Tiffany looked away. Dick was now gathering his clothes, to join his friends in a trapse down the hall and Dave was finishing dabbing at his cock head with his fistful of hair. Meg knee walked onto the bed. She was now fully dressed but had taken on a perkier, cute attitude as she climbed on top of the younger woman and also waved a 'come here' to Jeff. As Dave released his handful of hair the birthday girl looked up to find Meg looming over her.

"I just came back to wish you happy birthday again." She leaned forward astride girly and laid in a kiss while Jeff climbed onto the bed. Meg hiked up her skirt to the waist in the back which showed Jeff her thronged ass, but also revealed girly's nether area. Girly felt the presence of a third person approaching between her legs and raised her knees. Meg then reached up without breaking their kiss and firmly grabbed one of girly's large nipples between thumb and finger and squeezed hard. At the same time she felt the extra weight of a man press from the other side of Meg's slender form. Meg was fully sandwiched between the little woman below and the man from behind. She gave the pinch on girly's nipple a bit of a twist. The twisting sting on her nipple excited her frame and under the weight of both girly still raised her hips. This in time for Jeff's probing stab -- he wasn't sure if he cared which he pierced now, the waiting pussy or the thinly thronged anus. He penetrated some opening and immediately started shallow strokes with just his head. Both woman were caught in this motion and briefly broke their kiss. "Enjoy it birthday girl." And gave another kiss before starting to wriggle around.

Jeff was pressed in about five inches. Meg thoughtfully licked girly's right eye which cleared it of two crossed shots of cum. Jeff had entered the bare vagina of the woman below and was now thrusting in and out with at least seven of his available inches, but with so much at the offering he couldn't help but brush against Meg's tightly cloth-strapped labia. In fact, though she wriggled to get out, she got two rubs the length of her slit that pushed the taut material into her folds. Then she was out and fighting with her skirt as she tried to reach up to adjust her undies. With a wave of 'bye' to the rest she called "OK," to her hubbie and left. Jeff could now slide up further and crept on his arms and knees to get more of his penis into the action.

While this was happening Tiffany had noticed that Rachael was digging in for another go. She sighed and looked up at Tome with a shrug and bid him come over with a hand raised in wait. He stepped forward and helped her undo his clothes to admit one cock into her scene.

It actually took awhile for Rachael and the man to get their sexual act together. She'd been in such a hurry to get back at it that she'd not thought about her new position. She had never lowered her jeans any further than her knees and was too fuck-all in a hurry to even kick off her clean white sneakers. So unable to spread her legs and bent to the edge of the bed all that she presented was her rump. To get any kind of position on this on this he'd had to deshoe and depants so he could bend to accommodate her. There was no question that she was the brat in the room, but that was not causet not screw her silly, not tonight at least. He mentally wished her groom luck while he himself bent, still awkwardly, to finally insert himself into her waiting pussy.

So that is where things were left when at least five left the front room: one cum-haired coed steadily taking in more and more of the longest cock of her life, that woman's object d'affection riding a bratty bride-to-be back to orgasm on the eve of her nuptials, and that woman's best friend orally satisfying a fourth stranger to kill the time spent waiting. 



Atonement



Beth continued, her blouse finally hanging limply at her shoulders. She crossed her arms, trying to keep as much closed as possible. As she did, she realized it only served to accentuate her cleavage. Mark seemed pleased at that. She wasn't sure whether to be more embarrassed at the 'plain jane' maidenform bra she had grabbed, or thankful that it's stoic design covered the darkness of her areolae. She suspected in time it wouldn't matter.

The blouse soon came off. The contrast between her undress and Mark's Brooks Brothers' propriety struck her, illuminating her sense of exposure. Those damn flourescent lights, she thought. So unforgiving.

She was relieved when Mark suggested she step out of her pumps. While the heel was nearly non-existent, standing in them made her feel . . . well . . a bit like a 'dancer." She could only imagine, having never ventured into such an establishment. 

Mark renewed his "beach suit" analogy, in instructing her to slide down her hose. The bright red indentations they left at her waistline made her self-conscious. The beach, right! Mark was a liar, she thought, trying to find some humor in this. No bikini could possibly leave her feeling this 'naked.' Marks eyes were focused, almost in awe. Beth noticed he was trying visibly to restrain his breathing.

The sight made her a bit flushed. She could hardly recall inducing this effect in Bill. At best, it was a distant memory. Sex was always 'comfortable' with Bill. Occasionally energetic, but hardly torrid. Bill's had always a gentlemanly interest. While pleasant, it stopped short of 'lust.'

Mark had her turn once again. Beth's breathing increased. Was it the cold air? Or something else? Beth looked to note that her nipples were visible through her cups. She was always sensitive to that, especially after the kids came. Loose clothing solved the problem, usually. But, now! It was as if her nipples were blaring in neon.

Mark had her sit in the chair. A relief. Beth's legs were getting wobbly with from the embarrassment and adrenaline. "Please take off your bra, Beth." Curiously, the instruction did not strike her as outrageous. She looked at Mark, saw the sadness in his eyes. She kept her focus on him, slowly moving, delaying her actions. Like a snake charmer lulling the Cobra into a trance. She slowly reached behind, undid the snaps, holding the cups in place with her hands. "Is this what you want to see, Mark? Bill's wife's breasts?"

Mark's mouth opened slightly; his breathing now unrestrained. Her breasts alternated between B and C cup, depending on her weight. Their former perkiness had given way a bit to the rigors of childbirth and feeding, but their basic shape was still holding. But overall Beth wasn't that sensitive about her breasts. But nor did she imagine being in this position!

Beth held him in trance for a moment, then slowly lowered the bra, revealing just a hint of her large, dark brown areolae. Mark froze, his gaze fixated. A slight "Oh, yes" escaped his lips. Beth moved the bra at glacial speed, pausing again just as her nipples were to be exposed. Mark sat and leaned closer, straining, wanting to see them. As she lower the bra, they sprung free. Mark groaned.

Beth tossed the bra to the floor. She brushed her hair back, her breasts jutting slightly as her elbows rose. "Please . . . now your panties," Mark instructed. His hand rested on his crotch. Beth noticed the bulge in Mark's suit. As her arms lifted, Mark's hand moved along his crotch. A voice deep within her urged her to do it again. She brushed her hair back farther, leaning towards Mark with her chest. Beth hadn't made such an overt 'offering' of her chest since breast feeding days. She giggled a bit inside at the comparison. 

Mark's hand moved more vigorously, his eyes transfixed on Beth's chest. He looked up into her eyes; an urgent, intense look. Beth kept his gaze; the two speaking in looks and gestures. Mark reached down with his other hand, and gently tugged on his belt buckle. He made no effort to stand or move from the sofa, Beth observed, as if her was purposefully keeping a polite distance.

As Mark continued, Beth became the observer. His pants lay open, and Beth could more clearly see the shape of his penis through his boxers. "Penis" was her mind's term of choice. Early on in their relationship, she and Bill uttered an occasional 'cock' or 'pussy.' But after marriage, they use more oblique references and pet names.

Beth now became intensely focused. It wasn't as if Beth hadn't seen her share of erect penises. A series of boyfriends in high school and college had satisfied her basic curiosity. The thought of other men's genitals occurred periodically in her fantasies, but wasn't directed any at specific person. On occasion, when the subject of sex came up among her friends (usually after a few glasses of white zinfandel), she would picture their husbands. But that was just something frivolous, "among friends" she would think. It wasn't that she really desired any of them. She was quite content with Bill. But a fleeting thought at what her friends might be enjoying wasn't so terrible, was it?

Mark ran his hand up along the shaft line, pausing at the top of his boxers. His eyes locked on Beth's, as if telling her 'follow me.' Beth had been sitting demurely back in her chair. She hesitated, then allowed her hands to move down from her stomach and rest near her panties. Beth waited. Her sense of anticipation surprised her. It was almost a schoolgirl's sense of expectation . . . playful, wide-eyed, uncertain. Mark peeled back his boxers, pulling down on the waistband. The head of his cock poked out. He looked at Beth, pleased to see her calm and curiosity. He lower the boxers further, exposing nearly the full shaft. 

The thought of being in this situation would have, only a few hours earlier, been completed unimaginable to Beth. It would have been hard enough for her to imagine doing it with her husband. Mark lifted his hips, sliding his pants and boxers to mid-calf. He sat back, rigid, watching Beth. Beth had gotten accustomed to being topless. Her unease returned when she realized that it was her "turn." The thought of another man seeing that part of her! A brief shudder enveloped her. After a long pause, she stood up, turned slightly to limit a direct view, and slid down her panties. She stepped out of them, then discreetly sat down again, legs tight together.

Mark touched himself. Even though Beth knew in her mind that was coming, it still shocked her. Bill would do that on occasion. But it was when he was right next to her, usually on those rare times he needed a little 'boost' to help his erection. "Priming the pump" he called it.

Beth watched. She studied him, enjoying the subtle differences between Mark and Bill. Mark took himself firmly in hand, and began to stroke. He looked at Beth, his blue eyes locking onto her. His focus there made it easier for Beth to relax. She allowed her weight to shift back so that she was seated facing him directly. Mark kept his look, a soft smile forming at the edges of his mouth. Beth's legs relaxed, her hand reaching down, fingers running down through her dark triangle. She was trusting Mark not to look just yet, trying hard not to break their stare. 

Her fingers found their mark. Since marriage, Beth had felt a little funny about masturbation. It's not like she didn't think Bill didn't do it, nor would she be bothered if he did. But all the same it was hard for her to be open about it herself. They had a bit of a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy, she'd joke to herself. The shower was a favorite of hers. Alone, Bill and the kids gone. The detachable shower head worked wonders. For Beth it was more about the 'feeling.' Few specific fantasies. She felt odd if the fantasy became too specific or focused on a particular person. But, now, to be watched! By Bill's boss! And to see him! Her heart was pounding.

Beth and Mark eyed each other. There was a distance between them, yet such an intimacy. Beth felt like she was inside of him, feeling his torment; feeling his desire. Beth was aware she was quite aroused; the fear, the embarrassment, the adrenaline, had heightened her senses completely. The slightest movement of her hand sent currents flowing through her.

Beth touched herself gingerly a first. She could sense the moisture building in her. Her middle finger press into her lips, allowing her to feel what she already sensed. Beth leaned back, thankful for the low back on the chair with allowed her head to arch back. She let her legs part further, freeing room for her hand. And allowing Mark a more intimate view of her. That thought made the adrenaline course through her being. 

Long ago, Beth had read a story in a woman's journal--the basic supermarket variety--on sex and fantasies. One writer had recalled her experience of being observed in masturbation. Beth had found herself mildly amused in reading it; some of the stories seemed 'concocted' at times. But that image of the woman baring herself that way stuck in her mind. On occasion, Beth had projected herself into that scene. The idea of it becoming reality was never on her mind. The sense of forbiddenness seemed lost if she imagined Bill in the scene. And, as for any other . . . well, it was just to otherworldly to think about. 

Mark smiled again, broke his gaze and looked directly at her open legs. Beth tensed for a moment. He looked back up; part smile, part desire. Beth closed her eyes a moment to relieve the intensity of his gaze. She focused on the pleasure she was feeling, the sense of shared adventure.  The boldness inside herself she felt years ago flowed up and out of her. 

Among her friends she was teased for being the most straight-laced. Not that most were that daring, but hints and details were passed among 'the girls' now and then. But one--Catherine--could be embarrassingly forward in describing her sex life. Embarrassing to others at least; Catherine didn't seem to mind. The tune to a song drifted through her head. What's the line she thought? Something like " . . . if my friends could see me now . ." A pity I can't tell them about this" Beth thought, smiling to herself.

She looked up to see Mark vigorously pleasuring himself. He gave her another pleading look. Beth pulled her legs back, the tension inside her building. She closed her eyes again. A montage of images and emotions flooded Beth's mind. Her inner being seeming to open up, releasing its hidden contents of dreams, fears, aspirations, and fantasies . . . She had not often imagined being in a sexual situation with another man. The newness of the experience--being exposed, open, performing--was overwhelming, intensely erotic.

The distractions in her mind allowed the tension inside her to build, without her becoming self-conscious of it. The contractions began to build, coming in small waves, then growing and growing. Her hand moved faster, her middle finger plunging inside her, the lower pad of her thumb pressed hard into her clitoris. Moving, rocking, circling. She clenched her teeth and momentarily resisted the imminent climax. The fear of losing control took hold, but only briefly. The resistance seemed to enhance her climax, the waves of pleasure continuing to build and overwhelm her. Her cries came softly, then louder. Her body tensed as she arched back, extending her body towards Mark . . .. lifting, opening, offering . . . 

She looked over at Mark, softening her touch upon herself. Mark, who seemingly had paused to observe Beth's orgasm, renewed his intensity. Their eyes locked again. Beth looked deep inside of him, trying to understand what passions . . what demons . . . led him to this. Bill's face contorted. A guttural cry arose from deep within him, as spurts of milky white semen poured out. His hands then slowed, bit by bit. His body seemed to deflate before her eyes, sinking deeply into the sofa. Beth again sat meekly, retrenching her legs, curling up on the chair. Mark gave her one last soft look. Then he arose, and without bothering to clean himself off, pulled up his pants and shorts. 
 He walked quietly to the door and turned to Beth, talking in a somber, soft tone. "Be assured, Beth, that no one will ever know about his. I've given my notice of resignation to the company. I'm transferring out of state in two weeks."

Beth remained silent, not sure what to say. Mark continued "I've already recommended Bill as my successor. I'm not sure if that will happen or not, but I do wish you both well."

He reached for the door. "It was incredible." He, paused, looking at her. "Take care, Beth." With that he disappeared out the door.

Beth arrived back home at 1:00, but it seemed like days since she had left. She retrieved the mail from the box, and headed inside. The silence inside the home was profound, broken only by one ticking grandfather clock. She walked upstairs to the bedroom, entered the bath, and turned the shower faucet to high. She entered the closet, quicky slipping out of her clothes. As she walked back into the bathroom, her reflection in the mirror startled her. She stopped, turning her head. Peeking back at her was the shadow of a 24 year old she hadn't seen in years. Beth smiled back. She reached for the glass shower door, opened it, and disappeared into the enveloping cloud of steam . . . .