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Groped

By: CopyCat13



I was trapped in an awkward situation. Last weekend I made the decision to break up with my boyfriend but I just haven't found the chance yet. It's not like I don't like him anymore or anything like that, I just didn't see it going anywhere. We'd been dating for just a couple months but when he graduates in a month he's probably going to move away for a job. I just didn't see much point in staying with him for another month just to split up then. Besides, I liked him...I didn't love him.

The problem though is that I think he might love me. Neither of us has said anything but I just got that feeling. I didn't want to have that awkward conversation with him so I wanted to break up with him before that. I know it was kinda mean but still...

I knew I needed to do it but I just hadn't found the chance yet. In the mean time I was trying to act like nothing was wrong and as such he had no idea what was coming. He took me to a day carnival one weekend and it was really fun. I'd been planning on breaking up with him that day but I was having so much fun and I didn't want to ruin it.

My boyfriend suddenly told me to wait for him and that he would be back in just a few minutes. I assumed he was going to go win me a prize and wanted it to be a surprise or something. Or maybe he just really had to go to the bathroom and was embarrassed to say so. 

So anyway I'm standing there in a pretty good sized crowd just waiting for my boyfriend to come back when I suddenly feel someone grab my ass. I jumped at first but didn't really think much of it. I have a nice ass so people in crowds tend to touch it a lot. Apparently this guy wasn't interested in just a quick touch though. The hand stays on my butt.

The hand squeezes me lightly and starts rubbing it all over. For a few seconds I thought about turning around and chewing out the asshole who was groping me. But after a few seconds I decided to just relax and enjoy the attention. Besides the rubbing really did feel pretty good.

The hand on my butt felt pretty small but very firm as it groped me. I was starting to get turned on by this random stranger groping me in public. What the fuck was wrong with me? Wow not just that, I was getting REALLY turned on. My panties already felt wet. Nothing had ever worked this fast on me before.

I think my mystery man knew it too. The hand slowly worked its way from my butt between my legs. 

What was happening? Why was I LETTING it happen? This was going form casual anonymous booty grabbing to something A LOT more personal. I should stop it. This was basically cheating on my boyfriend. I mean, I was going to break up with him anyway but I hadn't actually pulled the plug yet...

I don't even remember deciding to go with it. All I remember is spreading my legs a little wider to give him easier access. The hand was getting VERY personal now. It was toying with me through my jeans.

By now I was VERY turned on and getting VERY wet down there. The guy could probably even feel it through my jeans. I couldn't suppress a soft moan. He definitely knew the effect he was having on me after that.

Suddenly the hand abandoned my crotch and traveled up my back. It expertly unhooked my bra through my top. Again I don't remember deciding to do it or even why I did it. all I remember is doing it. I reached up and pulled my bra up out of my strapless top and then held it behind my back. An offering to my...

What was he now anyway? My assailant? My molester? ...my lover?

He snatches my bra from my hand and I can sense him leaning in. I knew he was about to talk to me and I was suddenly terrified. As long as I didn't see him or talk to him it was OK right? But as soon as I crossed that bridge somehow I knew I couldn't go back. It would have been a betrayal of my boyfriend wouldn't it? Or had I already crossed that line? Was I already past the point of no return? Should I run away? End it right then and there? I was in way over my head here.

Then my...whatever he was...actually spoke.

"Turn around slut."

I was completely shocked. Not by the words themselves. I kinda expected something dirty and degrading like that. No the thing that shocked me beyond all belief was the voice.

It was a woman's.

For a second I was just frozen in place but then slowly I turned around to face her. She was stunning. A little taller than me. Nice shapely hips. Small but firm looking breasts. Full red lips. Ink black hair. Maybe a few years younger than me.

She looked like she was maybe a high school senior or a college freshman whereas I was a college junior. If I had known her in high school I probably would have hated her because she was the kind who would clearly have all the guys fawning all over her. But right now I didn't hate her. I was just blown away by her.

"Open your mouth."

I didn't even think about it. My mouth opened of its own accord. I didn't even mean to do it. I wanted to tell her to fuck off but I couldn't even for complete thoughts let alone form words.

As soon as I opened my mouth she slipped something in my mouth and my lips closed on it. I could tell it was a piece of paper, probably a business card, but I couldn't actually see it. The girl leaned in close and whispered "Good slut" and gave me a peck on the cheek.

She brushed past me and gave my butt a hard spank and her way before walking away without a backward glance. I looked though. I couldn't help it. I stared at her as she walked away. Her swaying hips were hypnotic. I just stood there staring like an idiot with her business card still in my mouth and my panties so wet I thought they would be dripping through my jeans soon. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not start playing with myself right then and there in the middle of the crowd.

I lost sight of her in the crowd but kept staring for a few more seconds before I came to my senses. I pulled the card out of my mouth and looked at it. It had her phone number on it and said "Call me".

Suddenly out of the corner of my eyes I spotted my boyfriend walking toward me holding a giant stuffed panda. I realized that he must have run off to win it for me as a surprise.

I was more confused than ever. I suddenly had so many options: stay with him, break up with him, go with her, ignore her, find someone new, find a guy, find a girl? I was in for a very confusing few days to come.

Groped at the Company Party



I was a senior in college at a small southern university when I met Donna. Donna was an eighteen year old freshman who had grown up on her father's farm and went to school in a tiny little town. I immediately fell in love with Donna. She was a slim girl with giant blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was smart, sweet and had big friendly smile. However, the first thing that everyone noticed about Donna was her huge, firm breasts. 

Her figure was unbelievable. She wore a 34DDD bra most of the time, but she had outgrown the DDD cups and her Mom took her to get bigger bras while we were dating. Men would stare and women would comment on her figure everywhere we went. Her breasts were so big on a skinny girl that people wondered if they were real. They were. 

Donna was almost as excited by her big boobs as I was. Her mother and her sister both had very large breasts, but Donna was flat as a pancake through most of high school. She told me that her nickname was "ironing board." Donna told me that she had resigned herself to being flat for her entire life when in the middle of her senior year of high school at ages 17 and 18, Donna began to develop and developed quickly. She said she went from an A cup to a DD cup in one semester. 

Unlike many women with big boobs who grow tired of the attention their boobs bring, Donna was thrilled with the attention and still could not believe that men wanted her. Donna still saw herself as the flat-chested skinny girl from high school even though she looked like a swim suit model. She was a gorgeous woman who did not fully realize she was gorgeous.

Donna and I met at a party I gave and we instantly connected. We had sex the first night we met. She had a boyfriend back home who she dumped about a week after we met. She moved her clothes out of the dorm and into my apartment. We were inseparable. 

I would find myself staring at her thinking how lucky I was to have a girlfriend like her. She was great and I immediately put her on a pedestal and started to think of her as virginal before I met her even though we had sex all night the first night we met and she cheated on her boyfriend with me without hesitation. 

I loved the attention Donna received almost every time we went out. For some reason, it would turn me on when guys would stare or women would compliment her on her figure. One woman at a store actually touched her breast as she complimented Donna on her figure. 

At concerts or crowded bars guys would grope Donna and try to feel her up. I started to say something to one of the guys who grabbed her at a concert, but she stopped me and said that it was no big deal. Donna told me that guys tried to feel her up all of the time and that I shouldn't worry about it because I would be going home with her. 

It made me horny to hear her talk about guys feeling her up. She told me that guys would fondle her or try to fondle her at work, school, stores and basically everywhere she went. We talked about it later at home and she realized that talking about her being groped turned me on. Consequently, Donna started telling me about guys coping a feel when we were in bed at night and I never interfered when I saw guys trying to grab her at concerts or bars. She seemed to be able to handle it, but it worried me a little that she didn't seem to mind at all if guys were groping her big boobs in public.

Donna and I had an incredible sex life. We had sex every morning and every night. She loved to have sex. I can't describe how sexy she looked riding my cock on top of me with her huge tits bouncing, jiggling and swaying. Donna had classes before I did in the mornings so she would get ready for school and then come back to bed in her bra and panties and would fuck me right before she left for class. 

Donna loved sex of any type. Her breasts were very sensitive and she loved to let me titty fuck her. The first time I brought it up, she eagerly agreed and then surprised me by holding her boobs around my cock while sucking on my cock. She seemed very proud of herself when I came all over her boobs and face after just a few minutes of that spectacular sex act. Her boobs were so big that she could easily have her boobs around my cock and my cock deep in her mouth. 

Donna needed a job for spending money, so she went and got a job as a cashier at a local grocery store. The store was part of a large regional chain of stores in many of the nearby towns and cities.

This story involves the company Christmas party for the regional chain of grocery stores. Donna told me about the party the company gave each year for all of the employees in all of the stores and asked me to go with her. She told me all about the big party and seemed very excited about it. I had something to do early that evening and told her that I could come, but would be an hour or two late. She seemed disappointed, so I told her to go with a girlfriend from work and that I would get there as soon as I could. She kissed me and said that she would do that.

I was busy at school when Donna left for the party. She rode with her girlfriend, so I was not worried about her. I came home, changed for the party and went to the company headquarters where the Christmas party was being held. I was well over an hour late. 

The party was huge and it was obvious that the company had spent a lot of money on the party. The liquor was flowing , a band was playing and people seemed pretty rowdy for a company party. Most of the employees were fairly young and the free booze seemed to have had a major effect on the entire crowd. I started looking for Donna in the crowded room.

After looking around for Donna for five or ten minutes, I finally spotted her across the big, crowded room. She had on jeans and a tight blue sweater that matched her eyes. The sweater was one of my favorites because it was very tight across the chest and showed off every inch of her magnificent breasts. With her tiny ass in tight jeans and her breasts in that sweater, Donna looked spectacular. The surprise was that she was surrounded by four older men in suits. One guy appeared to be in charge and was a big, tall, grey haired guy in his 50s or 60s. The other guys were in their 30s and included several big, clean-cut guys who had to be executives in the company. Donna was the only woman in the small group gathered in a corner of the room near a big Christmas tree. 

As I started across the room to get Donna, the older man held something over Donna's head. Donna laughed along with all of the men and then gave the older man a long, long kiss. I was shocked and a little bit angry. The kiss finally broke up as I approached the group. 

Donna saw me and immediately called out to me and rushed to greet me with a kiss. I could tell she had already had way too much to drink. She smiled a little too much, talked a little more than usual and did not seem too steady on her feet. She introduced me to the group of executives in her little group including the older man she had been kissing who was Mr. Reasoner, the man who owned the grocery store chain. Everyone seemed a little tipsy except me. Mr. Reasoner was very polite, smooth and sophisticated. 

After the introductions, Donna told me in front of the group that Mr. Reasoner had some mistletoe and that it was a tradition for the company employees to kiss under the mistletoe, especially new employees like Donna. After Donna said that, Mr. Reasoner said, "Here Donna, let's show your boyfriend how it works." 

Donna laughed and said, "Yes sir!" 

With that, he took her in his arms and gave her another long passionate kiss. I noticed that Donna had her arms around him and it looked like an open-mouthed French kiss. I was a little upset and a little turned on to see my girlfriend act this way. The kiss seemed to last forever. When it finally ended, it took a little too long for them to unwind. 

When Donna came to my side, she smiled and asked me to get her another drink. I agreed and went to find a bar and wait in line for the drinks. I ordered two for myself.

When I returned to Donna and the executives, Donna was again kissing Mr. Reasoner. This time I thought I saw one of his hands on one of Donna's breasts as they kissed. Was this guy feeling up my girlfriend in public? Was she letting him?

I decided that I must be imagining things. Donna greeted me warmly and quickly downed her drink. I had seldom seen Donna drink like this and I could tell she had reached the point of no return. 

Before I could ask Donna about what was going on, Mr. Reasoner called her over to him again. He again asked Donna for a kiss under the mistletoe and she smiled and said, "Yes, sir." 

This time, I was looking carefully and could plainly see he was squeezing one of Donna' boobs while they kissed. She was not doing anything to resist. In fact, when the kiss finally ended, Mr. Reasoner continued to rub her big tit. Finally, Donna said, "Please sir, everyone can see you rubbing my breast. You are embarrassing me, sir."

He then gave her boob one last rub and slowly removed his hand as the other executives laughed and hooted. It occurred to me that she wasn't telling him not to rub her boobs, she just politely said not to do it where people can see him do it.

I then managed to pull my tipsy girlfriend off to the side for a moment and asked her what she was doing. She said, "I thought you would like it if we talk about him feeling me up tonight when we go to bed. This is making me very horny. I can't wait for you to take me to bed." 

Donna gave me a sweet smile and a kiss. Then she said, "Mr. Reasoner keeps asking me to go back to his office so that I can show him my boobs. I don't feel right saying no to him since he is my boss. I thought that would turn you on to talk about it tonight, but I did not want to do it without asking you first." 

I was wanting to say no, but she smiled at me and asked me in a cute pouty voice, "Is it okay if I do it so I can tell you all about it while we have sex tonight?" With that, she rubbed her breasts against my chest and gave me another big kiss. 

My cock was hard as a rock at the thought of my beautiful girl stripping for this older man in a position of authority over her. I said yes and immediately started to have second thoughts as she skipped back to the group of executives. 

I went to the bar and guzzled several more drinks as I tried to figure out how I could get out of my agreement that Donna could strip for Mr. Reasoner. I was now fairly drunk when I returned to the group around Donna. As I handed her another drink, she laughed and said that she loved me so much. 

I tried to bring up the trip to Mr. Reasoner's office, but she cut me off and said that she was going to go to the bathroom and then was going to go with Mr. Reasoner to his office like it was something for which I was impatiently waiting. I said, "I hope these other guys haven't noticed that you were letting Mr. Reasoner feel you up. That way they won't know why you are leaving with Mr. Reasoner." 

Donna gave me a funny look and said, "Darling, they all know Mr. Reasoner has been feeling me up." 

I asked, "How do you know?" 

Donna looked at me like I was a naive child and said, "Darling, all of those guys have been kissing me under the mistletoe and all of them have felt me up too. I am sorry. I thought you knew." 

I was stunned and a little turned on that all four of these older guys were feeling up my gorgeous girlfriend right in front of everyone at the party. I also realized for the first time that the three other executives would have a pretty good idea why my girlfriend was going to Mr. Reasoner's office with him. 

Donna left for the bathroom. I joined the group feeling awkward and drunk. Mr. Reasoner immediately struck up a conversation with me in front of the group about how sexy and hot Donna was. I agreed with him. 

Mr. Reasoner then asked me if Donna ever let me fuck her tits. I don't know why, but I told the whole group that not only did she let me fuck her tits, but she would suck my dick while I fucked her tits. I guess I was bragging in front of a very interested audience. The executives loved that answer. 

Then, Mr. Reasoner said that I must have taught her how to suck a dick since a young innocent girl like Donna would never know how to do that. I laughed and said that I did not have to teach her anything even though she was only 18 when I met her. 

I have no idea why, but I also told them that sucking dicks was easy for Donna because she had no gag reflex and could put her entire fist in her mouth without gagging. Mr. Reasoner acted like he did not believe me, but I insisted that I had seen her do the fist trick and it was amazing! 

As I saw Donna return, I realized that I had really screwed up by telling these guys about Donna and I was praying that she wouldn't find out.

I quickly learned that my prayer would not be answered. As Donna walked up, Mr. Reasoner put his arm around Donna's shoulders so that his hand was right in front of her breast on the other side. Donna did not do anything to move his hand even though it was an inch or so from her breast. 

Mr. Reasoner told Donna that they had all learned a lot about her while she was gone from her boyfriend. 

Donna just smiled and asked what? 

Mr. Reasoner told her that they had learned that she could put her entire fist in her mouth. Donna laughed and seemed embarrassed by that, but said it was true. 

Then, Mr. Reasoner and the other executives talked Donna into showing them the trick by acting like they did not believe anybody could do that without throwing up. Donna said she could. 

After a great deal of encouragement, Donna made a fist and slowly put her entire fist in her mouth. Her lips were actually wrapped around her thin wrist. The executives were amazed. 

Then, Mr. Reasoner said, "Donna, now show us whether you can suck on your fist." 

I expected her to refuse, but the men got quiet as she closed her lips around her wrist and her cheeks hollowed and she began to suck hard on her fist and wrist. It was one of the most sexy things I have ever seen. Donna was embarrassed when the executives all began to clap and yell for her. Even as tipsy as she was, Donna understood the sexual nature of her demonstration. She was blushing as she took her hand out of her mouth. Of course, now the executives all knew that I was telling the truth about Donna and her blowjobs.

Mr. Reasoner regained control after the group settled down. He said, "Donna, your boyfriend also told us that you like to suck on his penis while you rub your breasts around his penis. Is that true?" 

Donna looked at me with a bewildered look on her face. Then, she said, "This is so embarrassing!" 

Mr. Reasoner repeated, "Is that true Donna?" 

Donna meekly said, "Yes sir, it is true." 

I felt like I was about to die and tried to get to Donna, but Mr. Reasoner cut me off.

Mr. Reasoner then said, "Your boyfriend also told us that you knew how to suck a penis when he met you. Is that true, Donna?" 

Donna looked at me and said, "Oh, my God, you make me sound like such a slut! I am so embarrassed for all of these men to hear these things." 

Mr. Reasoner again said, "Donna, is it true you know how to suck a penis?" 

Donna turned red, looked down and said, "Yes sir." 

The executives all cheered her answer. The cheer made Donna smile as she continued to blush. I was horny and horrified that my big mouth had put my lovely girl into such an embarrassing spot. I was trying to figure out what to do when Mr. Reasoner gently grabbed a big handful of Donna's right breast in front of everyone and said, "Donna, why don't we go back to my office for a minute?" 

Before I could say anything, Donna said. "Yes sir." 

I tried to stop them, but Donna smiled at me and said, "Don't worry. I will be right back. You told me this was okay and I will tell you all about it when we are through. " 

Mr. Reasoner raised his eyebrows at the part about telling me about it. They walked off together toward his office. My cock was hard as I thought about what was about to happen and what it would be like for Donna to describe it to me in bed. I also was worried and felt a sick feeling in my stomach as I watched Donna go.

I went to the bar nearest the door to the executive offices and resumed drinking. I assumed that it wouldn't take very long for Donna to remove her sweater and bra and for Mr. Reasoner to feel her up. I knew he wouldn't want to stop, but I figured there was a limit on how long you can squeeze some tits, even if they are magnificent. 

I wondered if Donna would let him suck on her big tits or touch her between the legs. I waited and drank and waited and drank. I waited a long time and was about to go get them when they came through the door. I walked with them to rejoin the group of executives. 

I was relieved that Donna did not seem to be too mad at me even though she had not said much to me. When we got back to the group, Mr. Reasoner said, "Donna promised to tell her boyfriend here about what went on in my office. Why don't you tell him here so that we can all enjoy it, Donna." 

I quickly said that she could tell me later. 

Donna said, "I would be embarrassed to say anything in front of all of these guys." 

Mr. Reasoner said, "Come now Donna, don't be shy. Your boyfriend already told us a lot of personal things about you. A little more won't hurt." 

My cock was hard as I considered the possibility that Donna would describe stripping and getting felt up by Mr. Reasoner in front of these men. Donna turned to Mr. Reasoner and said, "Please, sir, don't make me tell him here. I will tell him back in your office and you can listen to make sure I don't leave anything out." 

Mr. Reasoner said sternly, "No Donna, he wants to know and you should tell him here in front of everyone. None of these guys will tell anyone." 

Donna blushed and said to me, "Is that what you want too? You can imagine what I have to say." 

I knew she had stripped for her boss and probably let him suck on her gigantic boobs, but I was so turned on by this, I didn't care if it was a little embarrassing for us both. I told Donna that I wanted her to tell me here. 

She hesitated a minute looking very shy and said nothing for about a minute. The executives were all silent waiting to hear what Donna had to say.

Finally, Mr. Reasoner told her to tell everyone what she did in his office. 

Donna blushed again and said, "Yes sir." 

Donna then said that she had promised Mr. Reasoner that she would show him her breasts and let him feel them. I was as excited as I have ever been as she started to tell us what she did. Donna looked at me as she talked, but had trouble keeping eye contact with me. 

Donna then said, "So, I took off all of my clothes in his office and let Mr. Reasoner kiss me and feel me up. It made me very hot. He squeezed my breasts and stuck his fingers in my vagina." 

I was very excited to hear my beautiful girlfriend make this confession in public. I thought her story was about over and we could head home to have sex. However, Donna was not finished.

Donna continued and said, "Then, Mr. Reasoner pulled out the mistletoe and held it over his crotch. I laughed and said I could not kiss him there. But, he told me that it was a company tradition and that my boyfriend did not mind since he told everyone that I like to put cocks in my mouth." 

"Since it was a tradition, I helped him undress and got on my knees in front of him. I asked him again if this was really a part of the tradition and he pulled out the mistletoe and held it over his hard penis. I also asked him if all of the new girls kissed his penis as part of this tradition."

Donna looked at Mr. Reasoner and said, "Mr. Reasoner got mad at me and said in a mean voice, 'Shut up Donna and suck my cock!' "




Groped at the Company Party Ch. 02



After my beautiful girlfriend was groped by the owner and some executives in the company for which she worked at a drunken Christmas party, we had a great weekend. It was surprising as hell, but we did. I learned some new things about both of us.

I was simultaneously jealous and aroused by my girlfriend, Donna, allowing strangers to feel her up in public. Then, with me present at the party, she took it further by going back to the owner's office to strip and give him a blow job. When we got back to our little apartment, Donna was very remorseful and cried a great deal. I insisted on hearing everything she had done at the party and she told me. 

However, after a while, it became obvious that the entire episode and talking about it with me made her extremely horny. It also made me extremely horny to hear my busty girlfriend talk about how wet she was when these men were feeling her up in public.

After a while we admitted to each other how turned on we were talking about Donna's exploits. Then, we started this wonderful game in which Donna would lie in bed naked with her legs spread and she would tell me the details of what happened at the Christmas party while I licked her pussy. 

We both loved it and Donna had numerous orgasms in this way. There seemed to be no limit to the number of times she could cum telling these stories of public exposure and embarrassment. Eventually, I would get so horny I would ram my cock into her soaking wet pussy and fuck her frantically until we both came. It was fun!

Donna was nervous about going back to work. She knew that a lot of people may have seen some of her activities at the party and she wasn't sure how she would be treated by the people with whom she worked. We even talked about some fantasies in which Donna would let guys at work touch or see her giant boobs again. 

Mostly, Donna was nervous that she would lose her job. I told her that she shouldn't worry about that because the company would be worried about sexual harassment claims. She smiled and said, "Joe, I don't know how it could be sexual harassment when I was a willing participant!"

I laughed and said, "You and I know that, but the company won't know how much you enjoyed it."

"I hope you are right," she said. "I need this job to stay in school and I sure wouldn't want to have to explain to my Dad why I lost it."

"Yeah, I can just imagine you telling your Daddy that his nineteen year old daughter lost her job at the supermarket because she let a bunch of guys feel her up in public at a Christmas party and she had oral sex with the 60 year old owner of the company!"

"Oh, my! Don't even think that!" Donna said. "I would have to run away from home!"

Donna was not scheduled to work on Monday, so her first day at work after the Christmas party was Tuesday. Donna was a cashier at the grocery store. The manager of her store was a big, blonde guy who was about 30 years old named Steve Johnson. Steve was a funny guy and he always treated Donna well. 

Donna wore a black turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. Like most of her clothes, the turtleneck was tight because it was purchased before her breasts grew to F cups. Donna developed very late and very dramatically when she was 17 or 18 years old. She did not have a lot of clothes that fit over her breasts. Most of her blouses that button down the front would not button. Donna could barely afford to buy all of the bras she needed since the size was constantly changing.

Donna arrived and took her normal position at one of the check-out counters in the store. Everything seemed normal until her manager, Mr. Johnson, came up to her and said that he needed to see her right away in his office. Donna was sure she was going to be fired as she walked back to the manager's office.

When Donna arrived at the office, she was introduced to a dark, handsome young man in a suit named Rick Dillard. Steve Johnson told her that Rick was one of the company's lawyers. Donna was now sure she was going to be fired. Both men were around 30 years old and Donna thought both of them were looking at her strangely. She assumed that they looked like that because they were about to fire her.

After Donna and the manager were seated, the lawyer said that he had spent the better part of the last two days investigating what happened to Donna at the company Christmas party. He said he had interviewed numerous eye witnesses and had taken their sworn statements. He said he was pretty sure he knew what had occurred at the party. Donna blushed.

The lawyer asked, "Do you have a lawyer?"

Donna said simply, "No, sir."

The young lawyer continued, "Good. I can talk to you about the events at the company holiday party. Is it accurate to say that you had sexual relations with the owner of the company, Mr. Reasoner, and that Mr. Reasoner and other company employees touched you inappropriately at the party in public?

Donna blushed again and said, "Yes, sir."

"Miss Kelly, did you call and leave a message for Mr. Reasoner threatening to turn him into the EEOC for sexual harassment if he did not promptly make a fair settlement with you? Dillard asked.

"No, sir."

Did someone call on your behalf? asked Dillard.

"No, sir."

"Did you know that negotiations were presently be conducted concerning the biggest merger in the history of this company and that a claim against Mr. Reasoner at this time could possibly adversely effect the deal?"

"No, sir. I never heard of that."

Dillard looked like he did not believe her, but said, "Let's cut to the chase. Miss Kelly, I am prepared to offer you $15,000 if you will give a short deposition and sign a complete release and confidentiality agreement."

Donna did not know what he was talking about. She had no exposure to legal matters on the farm where she had grown up. "Are you offering to pay me because I had sex with Mr. Reasoner?" she asked. "Isn't that like a prostitute?"

"No, Miss Kelly, this is not like that at all. This is an offer of settlement for any damages you may have suffered and any you might suffer in the future related to what happened at the party." Dillard looked down at his note pad for a moment and then sighed and said, "This is very important to the company and I shouldn't have tried to lowball you. I can offer you up to $25,000 in cash right now if you will agree. I can get you the check today if you will agree to the company's terms."

Donna said, "Can I keep my job, Mr. Dillard?

"Of course."

"What is a deposition?" she asked.

Dillard seemed encouraged by her questions. "A deposition is just an interview of you under oath in front of a court reporter and in this case a video camera. We just want to establish very clearly what happened at the party and what claims are being released. This is just to protect everyone from later claims that something that occurred was not a part of the settlement. When you settle a claim quickly like this, sometimes there is some confusion about exactly what is intended to be covered."

Donna asked, "I think I know, but what is a confidentiality agreement?'

"It is an agreement that you will not discuss the events that occurred at the party with anyone outside of the company." Dillard said.

"Can I tell my boyfriend, Joe?"

"Sure, we can exclude him if you wish."

"Does this go both ways? Will everyone keep this to themselves?" Donna asked.

Dillard replied, "No, too many people at the company have heard or seen things to be able to agree to that. We only want to commit to things we can deliver."

Donna wondered how a lot of people could have seen or heard things, but she said, "That will be okay with me, sir, if it is hard for the company to do."

Donna thought about the $25,000 she was being offered and how that was about $24,000 more than she had ever had at one time in her life, and she said, "Mr. Dillard, we have a deal."

Dillard seemed relieved and said, "Great, I will have the court reporter and the videographer set everything up for the deposition. As long as you answer my questions honestly and completely under oath, you will have the $25,000 today." 

Donna was already thinking about all of the new clothes she could buy with $25,000.

After a young bearded man set up the video equipment and a female court reporter set up her gear, the deposition began. Steve Johnson and Dillard were present too. Steve smiled at Donna and tried to reassure her that everything would be alright.

Donna raised her right hand and swore to tell the truth. Then, Dillard explained how a deposition worked and told Donna that he was going to have to ask her some personal questions and some sexual questions. He told her that he was not trying to embarrass her or pry, but he had to ask the questions so that he would have a full and complete record of the events in question and any potential claims. Then, the deposition began.

Donna was nervous about being on videotape, but she figured it would not be too bad.

Q (By Mr. Dillard) Please state your name.

A Donna Kelly.

Q Miss Kelly, did you attend a company Christmas party last Saturday night for Reasoner Grocery Stores?

A Yes sir.

Q At that party, did you talk to Mr. Reasoner, the owner of the company?

A Yes, sir.

Q Tell us about what was discussed please.

A I had just arrived and I was talking to one of my girlfriends when Mr. Reasoner came over and introduced himself to me and had one of the waiters at the party bring me several drinks. He then took me over to the bar and gave me more drinks.

Q Were you intoxicated?

A Before long I was. I am not a big drinker.

Q Is this a photo of you and Mr. Reasoner at the party? 

A color picture of Donna and the owner flashed up on a video screen and a small copy was handed to Donna. She and Reasoner were laughing and drinking.

A Yes, sir.

Q Did you allow Mr. Reasoner to touch your breasts at this point?

A No, not then. After a few more drinks, Mr. Reasoner took me off to one side of the large room and found some mistletoe. He told me it was a tradition at the Christmas party for him to kiss all of the pretty female employees. He held the mistletoe over my head and gave me a big kiss.

Q Did he touch your breasts then?

A Not the first kiss. Before long, he was kissing me and groping one of my breasts while we kissed. 

Q Did you resist the groping?

A No, sir.

Q Did other employees touch your breasts?

Donna noticed Dillard, Johnson and video guy all staring at her chest. She wanted to say, "I am up here!" But, she did not say anything and secretly really liked it that they were so obviously impressed by her boobs. She even intentionally shifted in her chair and crossed her legs so that her breasts would jiggle a little as they watched.

Q How did the other employees come to touch your breasts at the party?

A Mr. Reasoner called them over. He told them I was the best looking employee they had ever hired and that I liked to be kissed under the mistletoe. He then kissed me and made it really obvious that he was squeezing my breasts as we kissed.

Q How many employees touched your breasts that night?

A Four all together, sir.

Q Did you try to stop them from groping your breasts, Miss Kelly?

A No, sir.

Donna blushed and felt like a slut as she admitted that she let strangers feel her up.

Q Do you know these men?

A I just met them at the party.

Q Did you go back to Mr. Reasoner's office with him?

A Yes, sir.

Q How did that occur, Miss Kelly?

A He kept asking me to go back to his office and show him my breasts. Since he owned our company, I did not feel like I could say no, so I agreed.

Q Was your boyfriend at the party?

A Yes, his name is Joe.

Q Did Joe know that the company men were touching your breasts?

A Yes, sir.

Q Did he do anything to try to stop it?

A No, sir, not then.

Q Did you go back to Mr. Reasoner's office?

A Yes, sir.

Q What happened in the office?

A Mr. Reasoner kissed me and asked me to take off all of my clothes. I was embarrassed, but I did it.

Q Did you pose for some pictures?

A Oh, my God, I forgot about that! Yes, sir, I did.

Q Is this a true and correct copy of the first photo of you in the office?

A big image flashed on a large video screen of Donna without her sweater on in just her bra and jeans. Her bra was white lace and huge cleavage was showing. Donna felt humiliated for these men including her manager, Mr. Johnson, to see her in just her bra. 

A Yes, sir.

Q Did the owner ask you the size of your bra?

A I don't remember.

Q What size was the bra you had on that night, Miss Kelly?

A I don't remember.

Q Do you remember what you told Mr. Reasoner?

A No.

Q Well, why don't we look at one of the security films from Mr. Reasoner's office to see if it refreshes your recollection.

On the screen came up a video recording from the office showing Donna and Reasoner kissing. The video was high quality, in color and included sound. Then, on the video Donna stepped back and pulled her tight blue sweater over her head and showed the boss her big tits in her white lace bra. She playfully shook her breasts back and forth a few times. Then, Reasoner asked her what size bra she wore. She laughed and said it changed all of the time, but this was a new bra so it was a 34F. Steve Johnson actually made a moaning sort of sound when Donna took off her sweater on the video.

A That does not look like any security video to me! It is in color and it is fairly close up and it has sound. 

Q The video equipment in the office is first rate. Does that remind you that you bragged about the size of your breasts?

A I did not brag. My boss asked me a question and I answered. I wasn't sure which bra I had on that night. I had just switched sizes a short time ago.

Q Why did you switch?

A I went from a 32DDD to a 34F because the DDD was getting too small in the cups and you can't find a 32F in any store. What does this have to do with my claim?

Steve Johnson had broken into a sweat.

Q Please just answer the questions, Miss Kelly. 

Dillard was looking at the 34Fs as he spoke.

Q Miss Kelly, did you use your large breasts and the talk about your large breasts to entice Mr. Reasoner into a compromising position with you?

A No, sir. I think he might have liked my breasts, but I did not mean to entice him. 

Q Did you pose for another photo without your top on?

A Oh, dear. I may have. I had had so much to drink I really don't remember. 

On the screen flashed a photo of Donna topless. She was bending over toward the camera smiling with her big tits hanging down in front of her. Her big blue eyes were beautiful in the photo, she appears happy and her boobs were unbelievable. All of the men in the room stared at the screen.

Q Is that a picture of you taken by Mr. Reasoner?

A Yes, sir.

Q Did you take your clothes off voluntarily?

A I guess so.

Q Is this another photo you posed for the night of the party?

This photo showed a side view of Donna who was then completely nude. Her breasts looked even better when the photo showed her entire skinny body. Johnson and videographer were staring openly at the photos.

A Yes, sir. That is me.

Q Would you agree that you look happy in this photo?

A Yes, sir.

Q Were you happy to be naked and posing for pictures for the owner of your company?

A I guess so.

Q Did you shake your breasts for Mr. Reasoner in an effort to get him in a compromising position with you?

A No, sir.

Q Lets look at some more video from the night in question to see if it refreshes your recollection.

A Oh, dear.

The video screen showed Donna taking off her jeans and then modestly turning around to remove her panties as Reasoner watched. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She looked over her shoulder at Reasoner and held the bra to her chest. Then, she slowly spun around to face Reasoner and dropped the bra to the floor. Reasoner is heard saying, "Oh, my God! Those are magnificent!" Then Donna laughed playfully and shook her giant tits from side to side. They were so large and firm that they kept moving for about ten or fifteen seconds after she stopped shaking. The deposition room was silent. Donna was blushing. 

Q Does that video refresh your recollection that you shook your breasts to entice Mr. Reasoner?

A No, sir. I guess I did shake my breasts a little.

Q You did it to entice the owner of the company didn't you?

A I just wanted him to have fun and I thought he might like that.

Q Did you have a plan to file a claim against him and the company?

A No, sir. I thought he would like to see my breasts shake. Men seem to like that.

Q So, you show off your breasts for lots of men, is that right?

A No, but it is pretty obvious that some men like to look at my breasts and see them shake. I could tell Mr. Reasoner enjoyed it. 

Q Next, you let Mr. Reasoner kiss you and touch your breasts and buttocks, correct?

A I remember him touching my breasts, but I don't remember about the buttocks. He touched my breasts a lot.

Q Maybe we should look at the video to see what you permitted him to do.

A Oh, my. I will take your word for it. We don't have to watch.

Q I don't want you to rely on me for your answers. Let's look at the video.

The video showed them kissing passionately. Donna was completely nude and Reasoner was completely dressed. He squeezed first one boob, then the other and sometimes both as they kissed. Donna could be heard moaning. After a while, the video showed him grabbing her little ass with both hands and pressing her into his crotch.

Q Miss Kelly, does that refresh your recollection that you let Mr. Reasoner touch your bare bottom?

A Yes, sir.

Q Next, you asked Mr. Reasoner if you could perform oral sex upon him using vulgar language, correct?

A No, sir. Well, it did happen, but not the way you suggested. I try to never use dirty language. Mr. Reasoner insisted that I use those vulgar words.

Q So, you are saying that it was him and not you who instigated the oral sex?

A Actually, what he instigated was the vulgar language. He wanted oral sex and eventually I told him I would do it.

Q Are you sure that is how it happened?

A Not really. I had had a lot to drink, so I may not be remembering everything.

Q Let's look at some photos to see if these refresh your recollection.

Then, a still photo appeared on the screen of Donna on her knees, smiling and posing with a large hard cock. The cock was near her face and in her hand.

Q In this photo, you appear to be happy to be posing with Mr. Reasoner's penis, correct?

A Yes, sir.

Donna was blushing and was not making eye contact with Dillard.

Q It was you who enticed Mr. Reasoner to do this with you, correct?

A No, sir. That is not completely right. Mr. Reasoner said that my boyfriend had told him that I had no gag reflex when performing oral sex. He did not use those words. He used some dirty words that I do not want to repeat. He asked me if that was true. I told him that it was true.

Q So you have a lot of experience performing oral sex, is that right?

A Do I have to answer that question?

Q Yes, Miss Kelly and you are under oath.

A Then the answer is yes I have quite a bit of experience performing oral sex.

Steve Johnson made an involuntary moaning sound.

Q And, in fact, you asked Mr. Reasoner to let you do it using vulgar language, correct?

A Not at first. My Moma taught me that a lady never uses profane language, so I try my best to never use dirty words.

Q Isn't it true Miss Kelly that you were the one who suggested oral sex and then eventually made the suggestion using profane language?

A I don't remember who said what.

Q Miss Kelly, why don't we look at the video to determine what was said. By the way, there were several cameras which recorded this activity from several different angles.




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A Do we have to watch it in public like this?

Q Yes, Miss Kelly, this could be important.

The video started with Reasoner asking Donna if it was true that she had no gag reflex when she was sucking a dick. Donna said it was. Then, she said, "Do you want me to show you sir?" 

Reasoner said that would be great, but he said that he wanted to hear her say that she wanted to suck his cock. Donna got down on her knees, reached for his belt and said, "I will put your thing in my mouth, sir."

"Tell me you want to suck my cock, Donna."

"I can't say that sort of thing, sir. My Moma taught me that a lady does not use that kind of language."

"You can say it, Donna. Tell me you want to suck my cock!"

"I will put your penis in my mouth, but a lady doesn't talk like that."

Donna now had his hard cock in her hand as he said, "Tell me you little bitch. Tell me you want to suck my cock!"

Donna looked shocked and hurt by his harsh words. "Sorry, sir. My Moma taught me that a lady shouldn't say those words."

"Donna, think about it. Would your Moma think you were acting like a lady when you are naked, on your knees before a man, with his hard cock in your hand offering to suck his cock. How about if I just promise not to tell your Moma that you used dirty words?"

Donna hesitated a moment and it was obvious that she was thinking about what he said. Then, she looked at him and said, "Sir, I want to suck your cock!"

She then put the head of his cock in her mouth. The video clip ended. Everyone in the room took a breath.

Q So, Miss Kelly would you agree that you were the one who first suggested oral sex?

A Yes, sir.

Q Isn't it true that your only hesitation was about using profane language, not about the sex act itself.

A That is right. He wanted to see if I had no gag reflex and I was willing to show him.

Q That is a good point. You did show him didn't you, Miss Kelly?

A Yes, sir.

Q You posed for another picture while you were showing him, right Miss Kelly?

A I guess so, I don't really remember.

Q Tell us about this photo, Miss Kelly.

The screen filled with a picture of Donna with her mouth down at the base of Reasoner's big cock. She is looking at the camera with her big blue eyes and her mouth is completely full of cock. Her cheeks are indented showing she is sucking. Her lips were just a fraction of an inch from Reasoner's pubic hair. Both Johnson and Dillard were breathing heavily. Donna looked and felt humiliated.

A Oh, gosh. He told me I looked beautiful and he wanted to take my picture. I knew better, but I let him do it. I scooted down so that I could look at him while his penis was in my mouth. This is so embarrassing!

Q So Mr. Reasoner is not only letting you perform oral sex on him like you wanted, but he is complimenting you by saying you look beautiful, correct.

A Actually, it was a backhanded sort of compliment.

Q What did he say?

A I can't use those words.

Q Go ahead, Miss Kelly. We understand that the words are not yours.

A He said, "You look beautiful with a dick in your mouth." 

Q I understand that the compliment includes profane language, but why do you consider that a backhanded compliment, Miss Kelly?

A It suggests that I don't look beautiful when a penis is not in my mouth.

Donna asked to take a short break. While in the restroom, the court reporter came in and asked how Donna was holding up. Donna laughed and said that it was a little tough, but she thought she could get through it. Donna said to the reporter, "I guess you see things like this all of the time, don't you?"

The reporter replied, "I have been doing depositions for 25 years and have never seen anything like this. It must be so embarrassing to have those men analyze your sex life and look at those pictures and videos of you. I really feel sorry for you and hope you can make it through this."

Donna was surprised to hear that the deposition was unusual and decided to talk to Mr. Dillard about it.

When Donna returned to the office, Dillard, Johnson and videographer were watching a video on the screen when she opened the door. The video was quickly turned off when she entered. 

"What are you guys watching?" she asked.

Dillard cleared his throat and said, "We were just getting prepared for the rest of the deposition."

Donna said, "Were you watching a video of me?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly. Don't worry, I will show you the video when we are back on the record."

The court reporter and Donna exchanged a look that said that the reporter felt sorry for Donna. Then Donna said, "Do we have to look at these embarrassing videos and pictures?"

Dillard replied, "Yes, Miss Kelly we need a record of what happened, so we know for sure all of the claims that are released. We don't take any pleasure in making you uncomfortable. This is my job."

"Okay, if we have to do it, I can make it," Donna said.

Donna did not want really see why the humiliating stuff was necessary, but Dillard made it sound like it was and she didn't feel confident enough to cross him. She also did not want to jeopardize the $25,000.

They went back on the record. 

Q Miss Kelly, you used your skills at oral sex to try to get Mr. Reasoner into a compromising position, correct?

A No, sir. It seems like I was the one in a compromising position. I was the one on my knees.

Q Miss Kelly, you knew Mr. Reasoner owned a valuable company and was a happily married man, isn't that true.

A No, sir. I had no idea he was married.

Q Do you admit that you used your skill at oral sex to get Mr. Reasoner into a compromising position?

A No, sir. He wanted this to happen.

Q I think we better look at the video to refresh your recollection again.

The screen was then filled with a side shot of Donna on her knees with Reasoner's big cock in her mouth. Her big tits were bouncing as she bobbed her head on his cock. Then, Donna took a breath and swallowed his cock down to the base. 

On the video, Reasoner screamed, "Oh my God! That is awesome! You are like a fucking sword swallower! You are an awesome cocksucker, Donna!"

Donna felt her cheeks turn bright red as she watched and listened.

Dillard stopped the video. Steve Johnson looked disappointed.

Q That was Mr. Reasoner complimenting you on your skills, isn't that right?

A I guess, but he called me a dirty name in the process.

Q You did not object to being called a dirty name at the time, did you Miss Kelly?

A No, sir, but it is hard to object when you have a penis in your mouth.

Q Miss Kelly, you did not take his penis out of your mouth long enough to object did you?

A No, sir.

Q By the way, Miss Kelly, the dirty name that he called you was accurate wasn't it?

A I don't understand your question.

Q To use his language, when Mr. Reasoner called you a quote "cocksucker," that was accurate, correct?

A Oh gosh. Yes, sir, I had his penis in my mouth when he said that, so I guess it was accurate. It was demeaning, but accurate.

Q It was not so demeaning that you stopped, correct?

A Yes, sir.

Q And, isn't it true that you are often complimented by men on your skills at oral sex?

A Yes, sir. Most men are more polite, but not having a gag reflex is an advantage when a penis is being put in your mouth.

Q Do you still say that you did not use your oral skills to put Mr. Reasoner in a difficult, compromising position?

A Yes, sir. I did not plan for him to be in a compromising position and I was just trying to show him that I did not have a gag reflex.

Q Why don't we look at some more of the video and see if you still think this was just a gag reflex demonstration?

The video came on the big screen and it showed Donna going to town on his cock. She would bob up and down on the cock going about halfway down his good sized cock and then would suck it to the base. You could see Reasoner's knees almost buckle when she went deep on the cock.

Reasoner screamed, "Oh, Donna! You are an amazing cocksucker! This is the best I ever had."

Donna enthusiastically sucked his dick and was moaning with the dick in her mouth. Reasoner then put his hands on her head and periodically crammed the hard cock into her throat. Donna did not seem to mind.

Then, the video showed Reasoner about to lose control. He said, "Donna, you are a big titted cocksucker! Aren't you Donna?" Donna did not answer. She kept sucking.

"Donna, tell me that your Moma's little girl is a cocksucking whore!"

Donna tried to mumble yes with the dick pumping in and out of her mouth.

"Tell me if your mother would be proud of her cocksucking daughter. Tell me what Moma would think if she could see her sweet little girl, who won't say a dirty word, with a big cock in her throat."

Donna pulled the cock out of her mouth looked at Reasoner and said, "My Moma would not be proud of me if she knew I was sucking your penis, sir."

With that, he started cumming all over Donna's face and tits. The cum went everywhere. The video showed Donna's tits and face glistening from the cum. Cum was in her dark hair. Donna clearly did not mind having the cum all over her. She appeared to enjoy it.

The video stopped.

Q Does this video refresh your recollection that you used your skills at oral sex to set up the company for a sexual harassment claim?

A No, sir. I did not know anything about sexual harassment. I had too much to drink and I let some men touch my breasts and we had some oral sex. I am not proud of it, but it happened.

Q Did Mr. Reasoner help you clean up after you finished?

A He actually had his secretary come in and help me clean off all of the sperm. It was humiliating for her to see me naked in his office covered in sperm.

Q He did get you help, correct?

A Yes, sir. His secretary was nice to me and she helped me get the sperm off of me and out of my hair. Mr. Reasoner calling her in made me feel like a slut. 

Q Let's talk about the agreement you are about to sign releasing all of your claims against the company. Do you agree that you are releasing the company from all of your claims relating to the company party?

A Yes, sir.

Q Do you understand that you are releasing the company and all of its employees from all claims relating to the party even if they arise in the future?

A How can I release something I don't know about yet?

Q That is a good question. You are releasing for everything that arises from the company party even if the wrongful act or harm occurs after this date. If you raise a complaint, the $25,000 will have to be returned and the release can be used against you in court.

A Okay, I understand. 

Dillard went over the rest of the terms and then the deposition concluded. 

Steve Johnson said to Dillard, "I think I better have a copy of the deposition and the exhibits for my file."

Dillard said he could have a copy of the videos right away for his file and told Donna that he would send her a copy of the videos too.

Donna signed the papers and received her check. Johnson told her to go on home and that he would see her tomorrow. 

Donna came home and told me all about it. She wanted me to lick her pussy as she told me about the deposition, the photos and the videos. She came several times and seemed to be completely turned on by the whole process.

The next day after class Donna went to work and was checking people out at the front of the store. A couple of the young college guys who worked part-time at the store were bagging groceries nearby. They kept looking at Donna and giggling.

When no customer was near, Donna smiled at them and asked them what was so funny.

They looked at each other and one of them said, "We were just talking about how you look beautiful with a dick in your mouth."



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Donna was a little worried as she worked as a cashier at the grocery store. She was delighted that the company had just given her $25,000 for a sexual harassment claim that she had never even thought about filing. She had gone on a clothes shopping spree right after her classes ended. She needed the new clothes and was excited.

However, some of the college boys who worked at the store had made some jokes that let her know that they must have talked to someone about her embarrassing, drunken conduct at the company party with some of the upper level executives of the company and the owner. She had so much to drink at the party she was not sure if they had seen something first hand or were talking to people who were involved. She thought it was probably just gossip.

Donna decided that she was going to have to just endure a little gossip. However, the troubling part was that these guys seemed to know about some of the nasty comments that the owner had said to her as she gave him a blow job. Surely, the owner was not gossiping and she couldn't imagine the lawyer or the store manager who attended her deposition doing it either. So, she was puzzled and decided to have a chat with Mr. Johnson, the manager of the store where she worked.

Donna laughed to herself as she thought about Mr. Johnson. She knew he would not be hard to find. He had seen the video of Donna naked the day before at her deposition. Now, he had been hanging around her check-out counter all day staring rather longingly at her breasts.

Mr. Johnson was a big, burly guy who was overweight and kind of a nerd. He had a baby face and was around 30. He was married to a fat wife who bossed him around all of the time. But, to Donna, Johnson seemed like a pretty nice guy who was obviously infatuated with her. 

Donna laughed to herself again when she thought about how Mr. Johnson obviously and openly lusted after her as she gave her deposition and he saw the photos and videos of her naked. She wondered whether he had ejaculated in his pants during the deposition. She knew he was close if he didn't.

As the store closed for the night, Donna went back to Johnson's office. "Mr. Johnson," she said as she walked into his office, "May I talk to you privately about something?"

Johnson smiled and said, "Sure, I was wanting to talk to you too."

Donna said, "Mr. Johnson, some of the boys who stock the shelves were teasing me about what went on at the company party. I was trying to figure out who is gossiping about me and what we can do about it."

Johnson turned red and stammered for a minute before he said, "I guess they heard something from someone. I can't imagine who would say anything negative about you. I will look into it immediately."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson. Now, what did you need to discuss with me?"

Johnson turned red again and said, "Uhm, er, Donna, after what I saw yesterday at the deposition, I feel close to you and want to have a close relationship with you. We now know that you will take off your clothes and put a man's dick in your mouth. Well, I guess you already knew that, but now I do. I think you are very pretty and respect you. I know you want to keep your little indiscretions private. So, I was wondering if you would have sex with me like you did with Mr. Reasoner at the Christmas party?"

Donna said, "Oh, Mr. Johnson, you are so sweet. I cannot do that with you. Sorry."

Then Donna got up and left for home. Johnson felt inadequate and frustrated like he usually did when he talked to attractive women.

The next few days at work were pretty much back to normal except for Mr. Johnson staring at Donna' huge breasts. Donna was getting used to men staring at her breasts, so it did not bother her too much. Donna was having fun buying new clothes that fit her busty figure.

Roughly a week after her deposition and settlement, things changed for Donna. Donna was at the check-out stand when she saw the handsome young lawyer, Rick Dillard, come into the store and go back toward Mr. Johnson's office. Dillard was the lawyer who negotiated her settlement with the company and took her deposition.

Donna was worried that something had gone wrong with her settlement and Dillard was back to take away her money. She had already spent 3 or 4 thousand dollars on new clothes and she could not possibly pay back the money.

Toward the end of her shift, Mr. Johnson asked her to come to his office. Donna was afraid as she entered and saw Mr. Dillard sitting in the office in his expensive suit. Dillard stood up and looked at her chest as she entered.

"Come in, Miss Kelly. Have a seat."

Now, Johnson came into the office and stared at her chest.

Dillard said, "Miss Kelly, we have a little proposal for you to consider. You wouldn't want your parents or church pastor to see the video of you with Mr. Reasoner's penis in your mouth, would you?"

"Of course not!" said Donna, "You wouldn't do something cruel to me like that, would you Mr. Dillard?"

"We don't want to, but we would if you do not cooperate with us, Miss Kelly. You had better listen to what we have to say."

Dillard said, "Mr. Johnson here called me and asked what kind of trouble he could get into if he showed people your deposition video and the exhibits showing you stripping and having oral sex with Reasoner. Mr. Johnson loves your video and thought others would like it too."

Donna looked at Johnson who sheepishly shrugged at her angry look. 

Donna now had a pretty good idea who had gossiped to the college boys who stocked the shelves.

Dillard continued, "I told him that you had released all of the company employees and attorneys from all past and future liability relating to those events, so he could show the videos to anyone he wanted. He told me that he propositioned you, but you rejected him. He was trying to figure out how he could blackmail you into giving him oral sex. He came up with the idea, but over the past week, I have improved and perhaps perfected it. It is a great plan, if I do say so myself."

Dillard looked at Donna and said, "Listen carefully, Miss Kelly. In the past week, I have been meticulously researching you. I sent an investigator to your home town to discreetly check on you. My staff and I have been working on the computer. In a tiny town like the one in which you grew up, it is very easy."

"I now have addresses or email addresses, or both, for everyone that matters to you in your life. As examples, I have addresses for your mother and father, sister, grandparents, aunts and uncles, the pastor of your church, associate pastor, high school principal, teachers, most of your senior class, the parents of your closest friends, your college professors and friends and others. These people were selected to provide you with the maximum embarrassment if they were to see photos and videos of you with a hard cock in your mouth."

"Of course, videos can be doctored or edited, but in your case, Miss Kelly, we have you under oath testifying that you stripped for Reasoner and sucked his cock. You identified the photos and videos as authentic at your deposition. There will be no doubt the videos and photos are authentic." 

"We also have the advantage that almost no other girl around has massive tits like yours. So, everyone will know the video is authentic and you did it."

Donna was in shock, but managed to say, "I don't have all of the money anymore. I can pay you what I have left,"

Dillard laughed, "Miss Kelly, we don't want your money. We want your body." 

"In fact, Reasoner is in on this and part of the plan is to raise your salary by thousands per week. You will be the highest paid part-time cashier in the country. That way, it will appear that you are blackmailing Reasoner instead of the other way around." 

"If the authorities look into this, you will look like a high paid slut blackmailing a married businessman. We will have emails from this store's computers that will appear to be sent by you and look like a part of your blackmail scheme."

"By the way, you may think that we would have some liability for sending these nasty movies to people who will discover to their dismay that innocent little Miss Kelly is not so innocent. However, the contract you signed gave us the right to seek a court ruling that the contract is valid. We are permitted to file the deposition and videos with the court. We could never have liability to anyone for sending out copies of a public record."

Johnson joined in and said, "Donna, how will your father react when he sees you on your knees with a cock in your mouth? Your pastor? He will get a hard-on looking at the edited video we have made of you in action."

Donna started to sob at the thought.

Dillard said, "Miss Kelly, here is the direct deposit slip for this week's paycheck. You will notice it is a lot more money than you have ever earned before. I suggest that you plan to go shopping with your new found wealth and tell us that we have a deal."

Donna continued to cry and said that she needed some time to think about this.

Dillard looked at Johnson and then said, "We will give you until tomorrow at the beginning of your shift. Remember, the deposition and videos go out immediately if you do something stupid and it will be impossible to trace the source of the packages."

Do I have to have oral sex with both of you to get the videos back from you?

Dillard laughed, "No, no, no, Miss Kelly. You can earn the videos back, but you will have to agree to do whatever we ask with anyone we suggest. How long will depend on how cooperative you are. You will probably be asked to do all types of things." 

"I have developed the legal plan, but Mr. Johnson here has quite a fertile imagination when it comes to you and demeaning things you can be made to do. He will be in charge of your required activities."

Johnson's baby face blushed. 

Dillard added, "Mr. Reasoner volunteered to buy video cameras like those in his office to film your activities here at the store. From these new monitors here in the office we can watch and remotely control the cameras placed in here and all around the store." 

"Your last video is quite a hit. Mr. Reasoner wants us to forward the new videos to him. By the way, all of the videos of you will be stored electronically in a secret remote location that can only be accessed by us. The police would never find a thing with a search warrant."

Dillard gave her a serious look and said, "The packages and emails with your nasty videos are ready to go. They will be sent out if we don't have your consent by tomorrow."

Donna started to leave the office when Johnson said, "Hold on a second Donna. Show us those big titties before you go."

Donna looked at Dillard and asked, "Do I have to?"

Dillard said, "You have to do everything we say, Miss Kelly. One word from either of us and your grandfather will be watching you suck a dick."

Donna lifted the bottom of her blouse and showed them her giant breasts in her white, lace bra.

"Oh, man! Look at those big hooters! I can't wait to fuck you, Donna," said Johnson. 

"By the way, Donna, wear a low cut blouse to work tomorrow," Johnson said as he stared at her boobs. "We are going to start to show off your best assets!"

"I don't own a low cut blouse. My mother would never allow me to wear one."

"Well, you had better go buy a few," said Johnson. "Use some of that money you were paid for sucking the boss' dick. I want to see a lot of fucking cleavage."

Donna drove home trying to figure out how one drunken night and one bad decision to give an older man a blow job could have possibly caused all of this trouble. She now knew that she had underestimated how big a pervert Johnson was and how smart Dillard was.

Donna was a little naive and sheltered, but she was not at all dumb. She thought through every option trying to avoid the blackmail scheme. 

If she went to the police or the EEOC and reported these guys, she would breach her contract. As a result, she would be liable for damages she could not afford to pay and the dirty videos and her deposition testimony would be public. She assumed that the videos would be sent to her family and friends. She also would be accused of trying to blackmail Reasoner and they would have "evidence" to back up the charges.

She did not have to think long about refusing to cooperate. The thought of her parents and pastor seeing those videos was too much.

She thought about ways to turn this on the blackmailers, but none of her ideas seemed to work. 

She thought about trying to sweet talk or seduce Mr. Johnson into letting her go. She thought she could do it, but she didn't think Dillard would go along. She also was getting worried that Johnson had a lot of perverted fantasies stored up about her.

She couldn't think of anything that her boyfriend could do. Beating them up would probably get the videos sent to everyone she knew back home and at school.

She thought about coming clean with her parents, admitting her mistake and asking for their help. That would be humiliating enough, but she just could not face the humiliation she would feel if all of these other people saw these videos and her admissions at the deposition.

She thought about begging for mercy and thought that might have a chance eventually. She did not think it would work immediately. But if she kept Johnson and Dillard happy (and probably sexually satisfied), she thought they would let her go.

She decided to go along with the blackmail although the idea of sex with fat Mr. Johnson was repulsive to her. She also planned to keep her eyes open for an opportunity to get these guys.

After class the next day, Donna went to a clothing store for college girls that had always been way out of her price range. She thought that store would have some sexy clothes. She also had some hope that a sexy top and maybe letting him feel her up might satisfy Johnson.

Donna found several low cut and tight tops to wear. Several were skin tight and low cut. The material was stretchy like an expensive version of spandex. She also bought some low cut, thin sweaters to wear that showed off her bust. 

For her first day of blackmail, she wore a bright yellow top that was tight and showed a good bit of cleavage. Her mother would die if she saw Donna in that top. 

The salesgirl at the store told Donna that the stylish girls wore tops like this with smaller push-up bras so that the bras wouldn't show and the cleavage would be more attractive. Donna didn't need a push-up bra or more attractive cleavage, but she decided to go all out. Her regular bras showed a little when she had on her new blouses and sweaters. So, she bought some new bras. 

The store didn't carry F cups, so Donna bought the biggest size 34 bras they had. The new bra pushed her giant boobs up and a huge amount of cleavage was showing. Donna thought her cleavage looked obscene, but she knew that almost any man would love how she looked. 

While at work, she usually wore an apron that would cover up most or all of her cleavage. Therefore, she wasn't worried about being embarrassed in front of the customers and the other employees. She wore a jacket over her new blouse as she came into the store. 

Donna walked into Johnson's office and pulled off her jacket. She then told Johnson and Dillard that she would follow their instructions.

"We knew you would come to that decision, Miss Kelly," said Dillard. "Hopefully, we can all have some fun in the process."

Donna did not think it was going to be any fun for her. 

Johnson rubbed his hands together and said, "Donna, I need some more jacking off material from you. With all of these cameras we have now, we are going to make some new movies and you will be the star. It will be hard to beat that deposition, but I have been thinking about what I wanted to see you do since you first interviewed for the job."

Johnson said, "Let me feel those big juicy titties!"

He walked over and grabbed both of Donna's 34F boobs with both hands as she stood in front of the pudgy store manager. With the new bra and top, Johnson was feeling mostly bare tits as he felt her up. "Man, Dillard, I have never felt anything like those big monsters. I have been staring at them all year! Now I can squeeze them whenever I want." 

Donna felt humiliated as she let him feel her up. Dillard watched and then came over and squeezed one of her boobs.

Donna felt embarrassed and self-conscious as she waited for them to stop. Then, Johnson told her to take off all of her clothes.

Donna removed her jeans and panties. Donna was 5'7" tall and had long, tan legs and a tiny round ass. The blackmailers got to see her legs and ass. 

Johnson had her bend over in front of them with her hands on the arm of the couch to get a good look at her ass and pussy. Donna was totally embarrassed as she bent over and stayed in that position until she was told to take off her top. 

"Show us your tits, bitch! said Johnson.

Donna was a little taken aback at the dirty name, but she pulled off her new yellow top. "Please don't call me dirty names, Mr. Johnson," she said.

"Wow! said Dillard. "Those are more spectacular in person than they were in the movie! I have never seen real tits that are that firm."

The new bra pushed up her boobs, but only a small percentage of her giant tits were in the bra. Most of her tits, including most of her nipples, was above the bra. Donna had never had a bra like this and felt self-conscious about anyone seeing the bra and her big boobs sticking out of it. Two guys staring at her boobs in this bra mortified her.

"Take off the bra, whore," said Johnson.

"Please, Mr. Johnson!" Donna pled. "I am not a whore. Please don't call me names."

Johnson laughed and said, "I have a video in which you look like a whore. Nice girls don't pose for pictures with a dick down their throat!"

Donna eyes filled with tears. Donna unhooked her bra and started to turn her back to the men to take it off. 

"Turn around, slut! said Johnson.

She turned around and let the bra fall off of her boobs. The movement made her breasts jiggle and sway as she stood before them naked. She wanted to die as her tits continued to move on their own as she stood there blushing.

"I have got to titty fuck her," said Johnson.

Johnson started taking photos of Donna. It was totally uncomfortable for her to stand before them naked. "Get down in the doggie style position for some more shots," said Johnson.

"What does that mean?" asked Donna.

"You stupid cunt! Get on all fours like a dog that is about to get fucked from behind."

"Please, please don't call me dirty names, Mr. Johnson. I will do what you want."

Donna started to get on the floor on all fours. After a minute or so, Johnson stopped her and said, "We can't film you as well down there on the floor. Get in the doggie position up on my desk."

Johnson moved some papers off of his desk and Donna climbed up on the desk. She was very self -conscious about how her breasts moved around as she moved. She got into the position and stayed there.

Johnson was taking photos from various angles. Donna could feel their eyes on her. 

Dillard moved to a chair that had a side view of Donna and said, "Johnson, get a close up side view of Donna up on the desk with the video cameras. Johnson adjusted something with a computer and Donna heard a camera move or focus.

"Now, Miss Kelly, hold the rest of your body still and slightly jiggle your tits," said Dillard.

Donna slightly shook her tits that were hanging down below her in the doggie position. The tits swayed and jiggled.

"Oh my God, that is sexy," exclaimed Johnson.

Dillard had her shake her boobs numerous times. Donna was mortified. 

Then, Dillard started lightly touching her boobs and then watching them shake. He loved to watch the big jugs shake. Donna was completely humiliated before it was over.




Groped at the Company Party Ch. 03



Finally, Johnson said, "I want to watch you suck Dillard's cock. Get on your knees, cocksucker." 

"Please don't call me dirty names, sir."

Johnson laughed and said, "Donna, we all know that you are a cocksucker. We have seen you suck a cock and you are a very good cocksucker."

Donna cried a little and said, "Mr. Johnson, I always thought you liked me. Now you are calling me dirty names."

Johnson laughed some more and said, "Donna, I just gave you a compliment. I told you that you are a very good cocksucker. When I compliment you, I expect you to say 'thank you.' Now, what do you say when we give you a nice compliment?"

"Thank you , sir."

"Donna, you have lovely lips for sucking dicks."

"Thank you."

"I may cum just looking at this hot piece of ass," said Johnson.

She hoped he would.

Donna climbed off of the desk and got on her knees facing Dillard. Her tits were swaying on their own again. Dillard stood in front of the naked girl and pulled out his cock. Donna liked the looks of Dillard's cock. It was fairly long and thick.

She did not hesitate, but just started to lick the shaft of his hard cock. She was glad she got to start with Dillard. He was more attractive than her manager and he did not seem like as big a pervert. 

"Suck that cock, bitch!" Johnson said. "I want to see it down your throat." 

She put the hard cock into her mouth and started to suck the head. She secretly liked to suck dicks and Dillard was a good looking guy. She took the big dick deeper in her throat.

Dillard moaned. He liked what she was doing. "Oh, Donna, that feels so good. Suck it, baby!"

Johnson was at the computer adjusting the cameras. He said, "I have a great shot of her swallowing that cock! What a cocksucker! Go all the way down! Deep throat that dick!"

She then took the big cock completely down her throat. She had very little gag reflex and loved how men reacted when she sucked down their cocks. Her lips were wrapped around the base of Dillard's cock. She could feel his balls touching her chin as she sucked.

Dillard clearly loved having his dick down her throat. Dillard tried to take a break to keep from cumming too soon, but Donna started bobbing away on his dick. About every third or fourth time she bobbed on the cock, she would suck the entire cock down her throat. Each time, Dillard would gasp.

Johnson said, "Dillard, fill her mouth with cum. Let's see if the little cocksucker likes to swallow."

A few more minutes of the blow job led Dillard to the point of no return. With no warning, he exploded in her mouth and Donna swallowed every drop.

Donna liked sucking Dillard's cock even though it was forced on her. Donna kept his cock in her mouth until she was sure she had swallowed all of his cum.

"Oh boy! said Johnson. "It is my turn."

Donna stayed on her knees and turned toward the store manager. 

He said, "I have been thinking about this moment for a long time. There are a couple of great things about fucking you like this. First, is that I get to fuck a prude, church going girl who has the best body I have ever seen and who normally wouldn't give me the time of day. Second, I get to let people know that a girl like you is letting me fuck her."

"I don't want you to ever deny to anyone around here that I am fucking you," said Johnson. " I also want you to help me let them know you are my personal little whore."

"How?" asked Donna.

"I will tell you how. Just do and say everything I tell you and we won't have to send out your sex video to your parents."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson." 

"Come over to the desk and bend over so I can fuck you from behind," said Johnson as he pulled off his pants.

Donna had a sick feeling in her stomach. "Mr. Johnson, can I suck you instead of having intercourse? I have only had intercourse with two guys and I am afraid my boyfriend will notice when I get home."

"You will have plenty of chances to suck my cock, Donna. For now, I want to bend you over and fuck you." 

Then Johnson turned to Dillard and said, "Check the camera in the break room for me, Dillard. Are any of the college boys and girls taking a break next door?"

Dillard clicked on the computer for a minute and then said, "I see three guys and a girl drinking coffee or cokes."

"Perfect!" said Johnson. "Why don't you save the video from that room too. I will want to watch it later after our star puts on a show for them."

Donna didn't know what he was planning, but she didn't like it.

Johnson pulled off his shirt and Donna could see his fat belly. She could also see his cock which was like the rest of him, short and fat. His cock was the fattest cock Donna had ever seen. She was worried that it would hurt.

"Now, Donna, the break room is right next door as you know. When I tell you to say something, I want everyone in the break room to hear you loud and clear. I also want you to repeat exactly what I say even though you act like you are a prissy little prude who never uses profanity. Got it?"

Donna started to cry thinking that all of her coworkers, including one of her best girlfriends, were going to think that she was voluntarily having sex with fat, married, crude and generally unappealing Mr. Johnson. She also had little trouble imagining what horrible things Mr. Johnson was going to have her say. And, finally she cried because she was going to have to let Johnson have sex with her. 

Donna bent over Johnson's desk with her legs spread apart as she continued to cry. She could feel her breasts move and she could see Dillard staring at them as she got into place.

Donna continued to cry as she said, "Please don't make me do this, Mr. Johnson! Please! I'll do anything else you want. Please don't make me have intercourse and talk dirty. Please, sir! Have mercy on me!"

As Donna was pleading, she was bent over the desk looking like she was ready to be fucked. She had her hands on the desk and was holding herself up. Her legs, ass and giant tits looked awesome. Johnson could not control himself and was playing with his fat cock. Donna saw him and was disgusted.

Donna tried again. "Please, Mr. Johnson, my momma taught me that a lady does not say dirty words in public. Please, don't make me say dirty things so that others can hear. Please don't make me have intercourse. I will suck your thing."

Johnson laughed and rubbed his naked cock. "Did your momma teach you the ladylike way to suck a stranger's cock? 

"No, sir."

"Did your momma teach you how to look like a lady when you have a cock stuffed down your throat?

''No, sir."

"Did your momma teach you that it is alright to suck cock like a whore as long as you don't say the dirty words like 'I am a cocksucker'?"

Donna started to sob even harder.

Johnson continued, "Does your momma have big tits like you?"

Donna was shocked at the question, but managed to say, 'Yes, sir."

"Does she suck cock like her slutty daughter?"

"Oh, my God! I don't know!" she cried. "She is my mother!"

Johnson continued, "I am going to fuck you because you are even better looking than those stuck up cheerleaders and their friends who wouldn't give me the time of day in high school. You shot me down, too. Now, we are going to even thing up."

"Donna, I want everybody in this store to know you are fucking me," said Johnson as he came around behind her. "I want you to say loudly, 'Please give me your big cock, Mr. Johnson.'"

Through her tears, Donna said, "Please give me your big cock, Mr. Johnson."

"Louder cunt!" Johnson whispered.

Donna jumped at the word "cunt" and was aghast. "Please give me your big cock, Mr. Johnson!"

Johnson asked Dillard, "Did they hear that next door?

"Yes, they all turned to look and were clearly listening."

Donna cried even harder as she heard that.

Johnson said to Donna as he rubbed his cock on her ass, "Say, 'Fuck me, Mr. Johnson!'"

Donna yelled, "Fuck me, Mr. Johnson!"

"Say, 'I want your hard cock in my wet pussy.'"

"I want your hard cock in my wet pussy!"

"Say, 'I am a slut for you, Mr. Johnson."

"I am a slut for you, Mr. Johnson!"

Johnson started to insert his fat cock into Donna's pussy from behind. Donna gasp as he entered her. She struggled for breath as the fat cock filled her up. She was starting to realize that the manager's cock was not short, it just looked short because it was so thick. The cock was also dwarfed by his big round belly.

"Yell 'fuck me,'" whispered Johnson.

"Fuck me!" panted Donna as Johnson drove the big fat member deeper. 

Johnson shouted, "What was that, cunt? I could not hear you!"

"Fuck Me!" screamed Donna. 

The cock was jammed the rest of the way into Donna. 

"Tell me to fuck you harder, Donna," whispered Johnson.

"Fuck me harder," panted Donna loudly.

"I am going to fuck you every day, bitch," shouted Johnson. 

Loudly, Johnson said, "Tell me what you are doing, Donna Kelly?"

Donna did not know how she was supposed to respond until Johnson said, "Tell me you are getting fucked, you worthless moron!"

'I am getting fucked."

"What are you doing, whore?"

"I am getting fucked, sir!"

"Where is my hard cock, Donna?"

"In me, sir!"

"It is in your cunt, isn't it, Donna?"

"Yes, sir!"

Johnson was now pounding away at Donna's pussy from behind. She was now wet and the thick cock completely filled her. Johnson was sweating profusely and the sweat was dripping all over Donna. She normally would be repulsed, but she was past that now.

Johnson continued to pump her and sweat on her. Donna was now moaning with each stroke of the fat cock. He told her to moan louder and she immediately did. She knew that everybody in the next room knew she was being fucked by Johnson.

"I want to cum all over those big tits!"

"Yes, sir!" 

When he was ready, Johnson pulled his cock out of Donna and said, "On your knees, slut."

Donna turned and got on her knees in front of Johnson. Cum started flying. Some was on her tits, some on her face and shoulders and some missed her entirely. Johnson screamed and moaned loudly as he came on Donna.

When he stopped cumming on her, Johnson said, "Kiss me, Donna."

The idea of kissing him made her stomach turn, but Donna kissed him. She tried for a light peck, but he grabbed her in a big, sweaty hug and stuck his tongue in her mouth. The kiss lasted much longer than she thought she could stand.

Then, Donna said, "Okay, have I done my part of the deal? Are we through?"

Both Dillard and Johnson laughed and Dillard said, "We will tell you when you are through."

Johnson said, "I have one more thing for you to do today."

To Dillard, Johnson asked if the college kids had stayed in the break room while he fucked Donna. Dillard told him that they had all listened for a while, but the tall black-haired girl had left after a while. He also reported that another guy had come into the break room toward the end and had listened.

Donna felt like crying some more because she knew that the girl in the break room was her best friend at work and she had heard her being fucked by obese Mr. Johnson. She was nearly incapacitated by the humiliation. She did not think she could be more embarrassed.

Johnson groped her breasts as he talked to her and said, "Put your clothes on and go into the break room, let the boys look down your top and ask them if your new top is too revealing for work. I will be watching and listening to you through the video camera. You are going to drive those guys insane by letting them look at those big tits after they just heard you being fucked."

"Do I have to do that, sir? It will be very embarrassing."

"Yes, you stupid bitch! Your embarrassment is the entire point. That, and I like to show off my hot new slut."

Donna tried to wipe the cum off of her and then put her clothes back on. Dillard and Johnson watched. For some reason, Donna found it particularly embarrassing for the men to watch her put on her bra and try to get her boobs adjusted into the cups that were not big enough to hold her boobs.

Donna left the office and walked directly into the break room. She was relieved because only two of the guys were still in the room and her girlfriend was not there. One guy was a little guy with black plastic glasses who was a freshman and a bit of a nerd. The second guy was a bit older guy who was bigger and more athletic than the other fellow.

Both guys were staring at Donna's chest. She had never worn a top that showed any cleavage before and it was obvious they thought she looked awesome. Of course, all three of them knew that these guys had just listened to Donna getting fucked by the store manager. Donna felt like a slut as she stood before them with cum still in her mouth and pussy.

After greeting the guys, Donna wanted to get the humiliation over as quickly as possible so she said, "I need some advice from you guys. This is a new top and I was wondering if you thought it was too revealing to wear to work."

With that, Donna leaned forward and let the guys look down her top. Both guys were openly staring down her top and were clearly aroused at the sight. 

The nerdy kid finally managed to stammer that he thought the top was just fine.

The older student smiled and said he wasn't sure and needed another look. Donna leaned forward again to let them look down her top.

The older guy said, "I think your top is great, but I suggest that you clean Mr. Johnson's cum off of your breasts before you see any customers."

Donna felt like she wanted to die and ran to go clean off the rest of Johnson's cum. She did not think she could stand many more days like this.



Groped at the Company Party Ch. 04



Donna Kelly stared at the cheap florescent light in the office of her store manager and tried to mentally take herself to another place. Donna was lying on the industrial carpet on her back and her manager was naked and humping away on top of her. The manager, Mr. Johnson, weighed around 300 pounds and Donna could barely breathe when he put all of his weight on her. His fat cock felt surprisingly good inside her, but he was sweating profusely all over her and she was just trying to get through another day at work at the grocery store where she was a cashier.

Donna was repulsed by Johnson, but she had no choice. She had tried to sweet talk him into a blow job or a tit fuck, but he had been determined to fuck her that afternoon. Now, she was completely drenched in his sweat and her back and bottom were being rubbed raw. Donna could not believe the endurance Johnson had when it came to sex with her. He could last a long time and enjoyed showing it to Donna. It was amazing because he seemed like an overweight guy who would be out of breath walking across the office.

Donna had tried to make Johnson cum by pushing back as he fucked her and moaning softly. She knew she could make him cum if she talked dirty to him, but she could not bring herself to do that unless he made her do it. She had been brought up to believe that ladies never use dirty words. The lessons she learned growing up on a farm all seemed irrelevant to Donna in her current situation but they were ingrained in her.

Donna was being blackmailed by Johnson and a lawyer who represented the grocery store company, Rick Dillard, and probably others. She had been forced to submit to sex with Johnson and Dillard for about a week. When she started being force to have sex with these men, Donna thought she would have sex with them a few times and would move on. She now did not see an end in sight and Johnson was proving to be a very imaginative pervert. 

As Donna lay there being pounded by Johnson, Donna heard the office door open. She caught her breath afraid that it was one of her coworkers who would see her in this humiliating position on the floor. She always tried to get Johnson to lock the door, but he wouldn't do it. Donna thought that Johnson really wanted someone to walk in and see him having sex with her. She figured she was the first attractive girl to ever have anything to do with him and he wanted to show off.

Donna was somewhat relieved that it was Dillard, the other blackmailer, instead of one of her coworkers. It was humiliating for anyone to see her like this with her legs spread and obese Johnson humping away at her, but at least Dillard knew why she was having sex with Johnson. Dillard was a dark, handsome guy and Donna was always a little more embarrassed for him to see her in a compromising position.

As he walked into the office, Dillard greeted Johnson and then said, "Good afternoon Donna! You are looking lovely as ever! At least what little I can see looks lovely!"

Despite the fact she was being pounded by Johnson, Donna smiled at him and said, "Hi."

As she said "Hi," the absurdity of carrying on small talk while being fucked on the floor by a 300 pound man was not lost on Donna. 

Donna became conscious of the sweat dripping off of Johnson onto her face and into her hair. She thought she was going to look like hell when he finished and was embarrassed for a handsome man like Dillard to see her like that. Johnson never stopped humping her as Dillard came into the office and sat down.

"Do you want to join in?" Johnson asked Dillard.

"No, I will just watch until you are finished. You might let me see those big tits of hers though. I have been thinking about them all day."

"Sure," panted Johnson as he pushed his upper body up off of Donna without ever slowing down. Then both men could see Donna's big firm breasts rolling around on her chest as she was fucked like giant water balloons. Donna could not help but be proud of her body as both men talked about her big tits like she wasn't even there.

"Look at those babies jiggle and roll around!" said Johnson.

"Yes, they are awesome!" said Dillard. 

Donna blushed feeling totally exposed in front of the handsome young man. She liked to show off in some ways, but it never failed to embarrass her.

"Donna, what are you doing?" asked Johnson as he stared at Donna's bouncing breasts.

"Right now?" asked Donna.

"Yes." Johnson panted as he fucked her a little harder.

"You are having intercourse with me, Mr. Johnson." said Donna.

"What else, Donna? Tell me more."

Donna wasn't sure what he wanted to hear, but said, "Your penis is in me, Mr. Johnson."

"What else Donna?" Johnson asked as he increased the speed of his thrusts.

"You are on top of me and my breasts are moving as you enter me," said Donna.

"More," said Johnson.

"It feels good to have you inside me, Mr. Johnson. Your penis is very thick."

"You like being fucked, don't you Donna?"

"Yes, sir."

"You like being fucked on the floor at work like a whore, don't you Donna?"

"Yes, sir, I do," said Donna who was enjoying the feeling of being fucked with Dillard watching despite her feelings about Johnson. He did have a very thick cock that felt good when he fucked her.

"Tell me you love it when I fuck you, Donna"

"I love it, Mr. Johnson."

"Tell me you love to be fucked, Donna."

"Do I have to use the F word, sir?"

"Yes, Donna. I am fucking you and I want to hear you say it."

Donna blushed and tried to look away from Johnson's eyes as she said, "I love to be fucked, sir."

"What are you doing, Donna?"

"I am being fucked!"

"Who is fucking you?"

"You are, Mr. Johnson."

"Do you want my cum on your face again, Donna?"

"If you want to shoot it on my face again, sir."

"You like to look like a whore, don't you Donna?"

"Yes, sir."

Donna was mad at herself as she neared orgasm. She could not stop herself as she felt the humiliation of talking dirty and being watched. Johnson and Dillard both knew she was coming and she hated to give them the satisfaction. She just couldn't help it.

As Donna came, Johnson lowered his upper body and started to fuck her as hard and as deep as he could in the missionary position. Soon Johnson started to moan and then at the last moment pulled out and shot cum all over Donna's pretty face and hair.

Donna was getting used to being covered in cum at work. Donna still had her long legs spread wide and was completely drenched in Johnson's sweat and cum. She lost track of where she was for a moment and just stayed on the floor.

Seeing Donna looking beautiful and slutty on the floor before him was more than Dillard could take. He jumped up from his chair and pulled his cock from his pants. It was long and completely hard.

Standing over Donna with his cock sticking straight out, Dillard said, "Suck my dick, Donna!"

Donna was tired, but she secretly liked to suck the dick of the handsome young man. She would not admit to any warm feelings toward her blackmailers and she would love to see them sent to jail, but she liked to suck Dillard's dick.

Donna got up on her knees in front of Dillard. The movement caused her heavy breasts to move and sway. Dillard loved to see her boobs continue to move after Donna had otherwise stopped. She looked hot covered in cum and sweat on her knees before him.

"You are so fucking hot!" he said as he put his dick to her lips. She tried not to let it show, but she liked it when Dillard said nice things about her.

Dillard's long stiff dick was soon down Donna's throat. She loved his cock and always tried her best to give him a good blow job. Donna had no gag reflex and so it did not bother her at all to deep throat his dick. 

Johnson, who was completely spent, said, "Wow! She is such a nasty cocksucker!"

Dillard agreed, but said, "Yes, she is incredible!"

"Look at those big hooters bounce as she sucks!" said Johnson.

In the kneeling position in front of Dillard, her big breasts were free to move each time she bobbed her head on Dillard's cock. Dillard looked down and saw the big jugs move and sway as she sucked.

With Donna on her knees, naked, covered in cum and sweat, boobs bouncing and his dick down her throat, Dillard could not possibly last long. He quit trying. 

He grabbed Donna's head, gave her a couple of hard pushes down her throat and filled her throat with cum. His cock was so deep, she never even tasted it. The cum went straight down her throat.

Donna was secretly pleased to have satisfied Dillard and wished she could cuddle up with him somewhere. Instead, she stood up and waited to see if anyone wanted to cum again. She had found that most men wanted to cum more than once with her. This time, both of the blackmailers were spent.

Donna had spent the previous week on a sexual rollercoaster. She had always thought of her boss, Mr. Johnson, as a harmless, nerdy, baby-faced, overweight guy who had a crush on her. She never gave much thought to him before the blackmail began. Now, she had discovered that he was obsessed with her and had numerous fantasies about her that he wanted her to enact for him.

He liked to make Donna expose herself. He loved to humiliated and embarrass her. He liked to see her groped in public. Of course, he and Dillard liked to have sex with her most every day. Finally, he liked to make her act like she was hot for him. Acting like she had an interest in the married, obese thirty something year old store manager was humiliating to her. 

Donna was living in fear that she would do something that would cause the blackmailers to send videos of her naked and having sex to all of the people she knew including her parents, grandparents and pastor. She felt like they could ruin her life at any minute and she worried that it might not take much to set Mr. Johnson off and cause him to send the videos. The fear was the first thing she thought about in the morning and the last thing she thought about at night.

Johnson had Donna buy tight fitting and low cut blouses and sweaters to wear to work. Donna had never worn anything like that in public before. After Donna developed her large breasts, her mother had taught her to cover them completely. She always looked nice, but she never showed any cleavage and did not wear short skirts.

Now Johnson had her wearing tops that were skin tight and tops that showed huge amounts of cleavage. Dressing like this simultaneously embarrassed and excited Donna. She knew her body was hot, but she had been taught to never show it in public.

One day Donna arrived at work wearing a thin black sweater which showed a great deal of her cleavage. She was worried that her black lace bra was going to show. When she arrived at work Johnson asked to see her in his office. He had her bend over his desk and show him her giant cleavage. He played with her breasts and then sent her to work as a cashier.

Johnson told her not to wear one of the store aprons and to show off her boobs to the employees and customers. He reminded her that he would be watching her in person and on video from his office. 

Donna was embarrassed at the thought and said, 'Can't I just show off for you in here, Mr. Johnson?"

"No Donna, I want you to show off to everyone. Let them see your big hooters! You will be the most popular cashier among the men."

As she was walking to the front of the store, Donna ran into her best friend at work, Darla. Darla was also a college student and worked as a cashier next to Donna. 

After some small talk, Darla said, "Donna is that a new sweater? You look great in it!"

"Thanks!" said Donna.

"Your boyfriend will love that!" said Darla. "You look so cute in it." Then Darla leaned in close and whispered, "You may not want to wear that to work. You can see a lot of cleavage if you bend over."

Donna thanked her and then worried that it was too obvious that she was showing off her breasts. She decided to just smile, act like she was having fun and get through it. 

As she worked the cash register, Donna could not help but notice that every guy was staring at her chest. She had to resist the urge to cover up as she watched men and boys stare at her. She also was trying to resist the urge to blush as she bent over to intentionally let men look down her top.

The college guys who bagged groceries were openly competing to get to work with Donna. They were constantly complimenting her on how she looked. Several male customers stared at her chest as she bent over to help bag the groceries. One woman complimented her on her attractive figure. 

Her friend, Darla, noticed all the attention and joked to the group of guys gathered around Donna that she was going to go get one of those sweaters. Then she laughed and looked at her normal sized chest and said, "I am not sure that sweater would look the same on me!"

Donna laughed along with the crowd of guys gathered. Donna was enjoying herself. She would normally not wear revealing clothes. But, when she was forced to do it, she found all of the attention flattering.

Her breasts looked huge in the tight sweater and even when she was standing straight up, one could easily see several inches of cleavage and the lacy tops of her black bra cups on her big soft breasts. In a tight sweater, Donna almost looked like she would tip over. Her breasts stuck out so far and the rest of her body was so slender and tight, it was hard to imagine how she could keep her balance. But, she always seemed to move gracefully.

Donna had made it through about half of her shift and it was time to take a break. She went to the employee break room and opened a diet coke. Three of the young guys who stocked the shelves were taking a break too. Donna noticed that the guys were staring at her chest, but she just acted as if she did not notice what they were doing.

Johnson had been at the front of the store when Donna began her break and had followed her back to the break room. He walked in a few minutes after Donna sat down and said, "Donna, we have an issue we need to discuss."

Donna assumed that he wanted his dick sucked in his office, but waited to see what he said next. He said, "Donna, I am afraid that the customers can see your bra when you are working the register."

She was thinking, "Of course they can in this sweater you had me buy!" However, she just smiled at him in front of the other employees and said, "Oh, dear. I hope not."

To the three young guys sitting in the break room, Johnson said, "Come over here guys and give me a hand. When they had all gathered around the fat store manager, Johnson said, "Donna, please stand up and place your hands on the table sort of like the position you would be in if you were bagging groceries up front." 

Donna blushed at the thought of what was about to occur, but she did what he said. However, she continued to look down at the table causing her hair and head to hide her cleavage.

"Look up please, Donna," said Johnson.

Donna looked up and blushed as the four men were given a great view of her big full breasts in her lacy bra. All of her cleavage was on display and a great deal of her bra was visible. The young guys all made sounds or comments that made it obvious they were impressed and excited by her show.

"Was I right about her bra showing?" Johnson asked the young guys.

They all agreed quickly. Johnson then said, "Donna dear, we are going to have to do something about your bra showing to the customers. Why don't you go into my office and remove the bra. Maybe that will help."

"Oh my! I cannot go without a bra, Mr. Johnson. A girl with my figure needs to wear a bra in public."

"Give it a try, Donna," said Johnson.

Donna tried to talk him out of it, but he finally looked sternly at her and said, "Do as I say."

Donna went to change knowing that she was going to be embarrassed for anyone to see her in the thin sweater without a bra. 

Prior to her senior year of high school the year, Donna had a flat chest. When she developed her huge breasts in a short amount of time, her mother had taught her that she always needed to wear a bra to look respectable and to prevent drooping in later years. Except when wearing a bathing suit, Donna had never gone without a bra in public since her boobs developed. Donna was pretty sure that going without a bra was going to be obscene and humiliating.

Donna went into Johnson's office and quickly pulled off her thin sweater. She then unhooked her big, black bra and pulled it off. She quickly put the sweater back on. Donna did not have a mirror to use, so she could not see how she looked. However, she knew how she looked in nightgowns and pajamas without a bra and she could not imagine walking around the store with her breasts swaying and her nipples showing.

In the year or two she had had big breasts, Donna considered removing her bra to be a sex act or at least foreplay. This was because every time she removed her bra around a guy, she would soon be having sex with the guy or at least the guy would be trying to have sex with her. She had not run into a guy who did not try to have sex with her if she let him see her without a bra. Sometimes she would not be trying to be sexy. She would just be getting ready for bed.

Donna looked at her chest and could see her nipples through the thin material. The sweater was not transparent, but it was thin and stretchy and her boobs stretched the material. It was hard for her to see without a mirror, but she was horrified to find that it was so easy to see her nipples and areola through the material. She tried to wait for her hard nipples to soften, but the more she thought about it, the longer they stayed stiff. Finally, Johnson stuck his head into the office and told her that it was time to come back.

Donna felt her face flush and her nipples harden as she walked back into the break room. Her young tits looked firm and round and it was easy to see the big boobs move as she walked. It was also easy to see the outline of her nipples and areola through the thin material. She felt like she was in a wet t-shirt contest as she walked into the break room carrying her black lace bra in her hand. 

The young guys all cheered as Donna walked in. She felt ashamed to have men cheering for her braless boobs. Johnson told her to bend over and put her hands on the table again. She obeyed wishing this was a nightmare and that she could awaken to find it over.

She knew she was about to flash her fellow employees but decided to just get it behind her. She bent over the table and put her hands on the table in front of her. She could not bear to look up.

Johnson said, "Look up Donna so we can see down your top."

Donna slowly looked up and saw three guys staring at her boobs with hungry eyes and Johnson standing behind them grinning. The young men all looked like they were dying to touch her. 

Looking down Donna's low cut top the men could see huge amounts of her boobs and huge amounts of cleavage. As she bent over, her boobs began to sway and they were able to watch them move together in front of her.

They could not see her nipples down her top, but Donna wasn't sure about that. She could not bear to make eye contact with anyone.

Johnson said, "Are those some great looking hooters, boys?"

All agreed. Donna was mortified.

Donna started to stand up, but Johnson told her to stay in place. She had to stand there with guys staring at her boobs down the top of her sweater. Johnson then said, "Donna, show the guys how you can shake those big jugs for the customers now that your bra is not in the way."

Donna was totally embarrassed and said, "Do I have to do that Mr. Johnson in front of all these guys?

"Yes."

Donna then closed her eyes so she would not have to see their faces as they watched her and started to slowly shake her boobs back and forth. Her heavy boobs started to slowly sway and then slowly began to pick up momentum.




Groped at the Company Party Ch. 04



Hoots and cheers were coming from the employees. Two more guys heard them and came in to see what was happening. Five guys were watching her shake her tits along with Johnson. Donna felt disgraced and humiliated. She noticed that their cocks were hard in their jeans. The realization that she was looking at their hard cocks made her feel like a slut.

After what seemed like an eternity, Johnson said, "Alright that is enough. Everybody back to work."

Donna asked if she could use his office to put her bra back on. Johnson replied that she didn't need a bra today. She realized she was going to be exposed to every guy who happened to walk into the store.

"By the way, Donna, don't try to cover those beautiful tits of yours. I will be watching you. I want every male customer to leave the store with a hard-on for you."

Donna spent the rest of her shift with men staring at her cleavage and looking down her top. Male employees were hanging around her register openly gawking at her tits. She was humiliated, but tried to keep smiling. She ended the shift in Johnson's office sucking the dicks of Johnson and Dillard.

The next day Donna wore a white top with a scoop neck and buttons down the front. She wore a sexy transparent white lace bra under her new blouse. The top showed off her cleavage when it was fully buttoned. Johnson had her unbutton the top button causing her thin bra to show.

Donna was embarrassed a few times during her shift when men would stare at her chest, but she was starting to get used to being embarrassed. The unbuttoned top would show a lot of her huge tits when it fell open or she bent down. She had to bend down with every customer to bag the groceries. Two women told her that her top had come unbuttoned and she had to just thank them and continue on with the top undone. It made her feel like a slut.

During her break, Donna was standing in the break room talking to two young employees. Johnson came in and she hoped that she would be able to keep her bra on. She said hello to Johnson and turned back to her conversation. Johnson then came close behind her, reached around her and grabbed both of her huge boobs.

Donna was startled and said, "Oh! Mr. Johnson! Please don't do that!"

Johnson did not stop fondling her. He also pressed his cock against her ass as he groped her.

"Please, Mr. Johnson! These guys can see what you are doing. You are embarrassing me!"

Johnson kept feeling her up. The two young employees were beside themselves watching this voluptuous girl getting felt up in public. When Donna was about to start crying, Johnson stopped squeezing her boobs and she ran out of the room in shame. 

The worst experience so far occurred at the end of one of her shifts. Donna looked sexy as usual. She saw Rick Dillard enter the store and go back to Johnson's little office at the back of the store. She knew she would be having sex with the two older men soon. She thought, "At least, Mr. Dillard is cute."

Donna walked into the office after her shift was over and Johnson told her to strip. She was used to this. She had a feeling they were going to try something new, so she was a little apprehensive.

Both Johnson and Dillard took off all of their clothes too. Johnson sat in his desk chair and told Donna to get on her knees and suck his cock. Donna did as she was told. She felt Dillard behind her rubbing her pussy and clit with his hand. Dillard soon slowly put his nice cock in her pussy from behind. Donna was taking his dick doggy style as she sucked Johnson's dick.

Donna liked Dillard's dick and could feel her tits bounce beneath her as she was being fucked. She knew the men would like to see her tits bounce.

Then, Donna heard a knock on the door and heard Johnson yell, "Come in."

Donna let Johnson's dick fall out of her mouth and looked toward the door. Three of the college boys who worked at the store walked in. Johnson told them to come in and watch. Dillard held her hips and kept fucking her.

"Oh, no!" said Donna as she tried to cover herself and get up. She held both hands over her boobs trying unsuccessfully to hide them. Dillard kept her from getting all the way up from the floor.

The college boys cheered and said things like, "Awesome!" and "Wow!" as they saw what was happening.

Donna looked at Johnson and cried, "Please, Mr. Johnson. Not like this. I will suck you , but not in front of these guys. Please!"

The men all laughed when Donna said she would suck Johnson. Johnson said, "Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock? Show them that you are my cocksucker, Donna!"

"Oh please, no!" said Donna with her hands still over her boobs. She was completely humiliated.

Johnson said, "Tell these boys what you do in here every day."

"Oh God, no!" Donna said as she felt close to a complete breakdown.

"Donna look at them and tell them what you do in here every day."

"No!"

"Donna, you know what will happen if you don't do as I say."

Donna sighed and capitulated. She looked at her young coworkers and said, "I have sex with Mr. Johnson and Mr. Dillard."

"What do you do with your mouth, Donna?" asked Johnson.

"I suck your things."

"What do you suck, Donna?"

"I suck your cocks, sir."

"So, suck my cock, you little cocksucker!"

Donna put Johnson's fat cock back in her mouth and began to suck away on it. She thought that the better she did the sooner they would cum and this would be over.

Donna knew that in the doggy position her tits were exposed and were bouncing around each time Dillard thrust his cock into her. Donna wished that her breasts would stop moving, but there was nothing she could do to stop them. She could feel the eyes of her coworkers staring at her naked body as she sucked a dick and got fucked. 

Donna knew that whatever was left of her reputation as a nice girl was over at work and she could not tell anyone she was being forced into this. She could not think about the shame she was feeling. She just kept sucking.

Johnson was clearly excited by having an audience. His cock was hard as a rock in her mouth. She felt like a slut sucking and licking on it with people watching. Dillard kept a steady pace fucking her from behind.

After what seemed to Donna like a long time, Johnson grabbed her head and started fucking her face. She took it. Her lips were stretched around his fat dick and she sucked for all she was worth. The crowd loved it!

Then, without warning Johnson moaned loudly and came all over her face and hair. Watching her get covered in cum caused Dillard to have her swing around in front of him and cum on her face and boobs.

The college guys asked for a turn, but Dillard quickly said no before Johnson could respond. Donna could not bear to look at her coworkers as they filed out excitedly discussing what they had just seen.

As she sat on her knees on the floor of the office covered in cum, Donna decided she was going to take a chance and get some help.



Groped at the Company Party Ch. 05



Donna decided that she could not take any more humiliation from her blackmailers and decided to do something about it. She knew that doing anything to save herself was dangerous and may result in everyone she loved seeing videos of her naked and having sex. She thought it over carefully and decided that the only person who could possibly help was her mother. She did not know what her mother could do, but she had always gone to her mother for advice and she desperately needed advice. 

Donna knew that it would be embarrassing to tell her mother what she had been doing, but she knew her mother loved her and would forgive her. Donna did not have to work the next day, so she planned to skip her college classes and drive home to the farm to tell her mother her predicament. She had to call to make sure her father would not be around when she met with her mother. She could not stand the thought of him finding out she was having daily sex with older men.

She called her mother and told her that she had a big problem that she wanted to talk to her about privately. Donna's mother would not hear of Donna missing classes to talk to her, so she said that she would drive to Donna's apartment before Donna's classes began. Her mother got up at 4:30 every morning, so coming to see Donna early in the morning was not hard for her.

Donna's mother was Harriet Kelly. She had married Donna's father when she was 14 years old and raised two children on the farm. She was now 36 years old. She had attended church most every Sunday in town since she was a child and her social life revolved around the church. She had a pretty face and a stunning figure like her daughter. However, she was very modest. She only wore long, simple, baggy dresses that covered almost all of her and she wore glasses. Her blue eyes were big and beautiful. She wore her dark hair in a bun each day. She usually had a stern, serious look on her face, but she was kind and loving. 

Harriet had enormous breasts that she tried to hide with her conservative clothes and sweaters over her dresses. She had a body like Kate Upton or a young Dolly Parton, but dressed like Auntie Em in the Wizard of Oz. She worked hard on the farm and was very fit and strong.

Harriet Kelly came to see Donna just after dawn the next day. Donna started crying and said, "Oh, Momma, you have to help me!"

Harriet said, "Tell me what is wrong, child, and I will try to help." 

Donna told her about having too much to drink at the company Christmas party and having sex with the owner, Mr. Reasoner. She told her about the blackmail and told her about having to have sex with two men at work to prevent them from showing everyone she knew videos of her naked and having sex. Donna told her everything, but left out the details of the sex acts she had performed at the party and every day at work for the last few weeks.

Harriet listened quietly to the whole story. She looked at Donna and said, "I thought we taught you better than this. You have nobody but yourself to blame for the first time at the Christmas party. We have told you numerous times about the dangers of alcohol consumption and premarital sex. However, these men blackmailing you sound evil."

Donna told her about the threats the blackmailers had made and the precautions they had taken to avoid the discovery of evidence if Donna reported them to the police. Donna said, "Momma, they have it arranged to make it look like I am blackmailing the president of the company. I don't know how I can ever get out of this mess."

The mother and daughter cried and hugged and talked. It killed Harriet to see one of her children hurting. 

After they quit crying, Harriet asked her daughter numerous questions in a no-nonsense style. She focused on the company and asked Donna if the owner, Mr. Reasoner, was part of the blackmail. Donna told her that she had been told that he was, but she had not seen him since the Christmas party.

Donna's mother insisted that Donna go to class and said that she had some things to do and would see her later.

After her classes, Donna returned to her apartment and waited for her mother to return. When she did, she seemed somewhat upbeat which surprised Donna. 

Harriet told her daughter to sit down and then explained what she had been doing. "I went to see the owner, Mr. Reasoner. I told him what was going on. He said he did not know that you were being blackmailed, but he was not surprised because the same men were blackmailing him for money. They were threatening to show the video between you and Mr. Reasoner to Mr. Reasoner's wife. He was committing adultery when he took advantage of you."

"When I told him what those evil men were doing to you, he became very upset and said he would offer the blackmailers whatever amount of money it takes to end the blackmail of you and him. While I waited, he went to a private office and called the blackmailers. When he came back, he was sad and said that the best he could do was to get a deal that for his money the blackmailers would let you both go if they can have some sort of sexual relations with you for another year. I told Mr. Reasoner that was not acceptable. He was very remorseful and suggested that we all meet with the blackmailers tonight after all of the employees leave his office to try to work it out. I told him we would be there."

Donna said, "Momma, I was told that Mr. Reasoner was one of the blackmailers. How do we know if we can trust him?'

Harriett said, "He is offering to pay money to get those evil men to set you and him free. I think that shows where he stands. He is very sorry he was involved in the episode at the party that started all of this."

"I hope you are right, Momma."

"I think I am. Besides, Mr. Reasoner's willingness to pay the blackmailers is our best chance to end the blackmail."

Donna and Harriet went to Reasoner's office after hours and were escorted by Reasoner to his office. The blackmailers, Johnson and Dillard were there. They said hello to Donna and tried to meet Harriet, but she would not even look at them.

She said to Reasoner, "Mr. Reasoner, please tell these evil men that this blackmail of my daughter must end, now."

Dillard said, "Before we start our meeting, we need to make sure that these women have not been wired by law enforcement."

Reasoner looked at Harriet and said, "I think that is a legitimate request given the situation, Mrs. Kelly."

Harriet said, "I assure you I do not have any type of recording device."

Johnson, Donna's store manager, said, "Good. Why don't you prove it by the two of you taking off all of your clothes."

"Oh, you evil, evil man!" said Harriet. "I am a married, God-fearing woman. The answer is no."

Reasoner said to Dillard and Johnson, "Why don't you two pat them down like the police do on TV? Won't that work?"

"That should work," said Johnson as he got up to approach Harriet. 

Harriet said, "We will permit a pat down so we can get on with the meeting. You two would not be so worried if you obeyed the law."

Dillard stood up and went to Donna who stood up to be patted down. Dillard rubbed up and down Donna's legs, caressed her pussy and ass quickly and then started squeezing her boobs through her blouse and bra. Donna did nothing to stop him. It did not look anything like a pat down on TV. Donna blushed as she realized her mother was looking at her being felt up by a man.

"Stop that!" said Harriet. "You are touching my daughter's private parts. You perverted men need to learn how to behave."

Dillard smiled and gave the big boobs one last squeeze. Donna secretly liked being touched by Dillard which made her blush even more.

Johnson then started to pat down Harriet. He ran his hands up her legs and over her ass. Then he ran his hands around her hips and stomach. Next, Johnson started to rub around the underside of her huge breasts touching her boobs as she went. Harriet stood there impassively. Then, Johnson started lightly and quickly rubbing her breasts with both hands.

Harriet looked at Johnson who was squeezing both of her boobs and said, "Would you hurry up, please."

Johnson gave both tits one last squeeze and said, "I felt something hard under her big tits. It may be a wire."

"That is a part of my brassiere, not a recording device," said Harriet impatiently. 

"You had better show us if you want to have a meeting," said Dillard. 

"I will remove it in the restroom and show you," said Harriet as she headed out the door.

While she was out, Johnson laughed and said, "I know where you got those big jugs, Donna. Your momma is bigger than you!"

Donna blushed and felt embarrassed that Johnson was talking about her mother's body in public.

Harriet returned with a huge white bra in her hand. She showed Johnson the underwire. Johnson looked at Harriet and said, "I need to make sure the metal I felt is gone."

As he said that, he started rubbing the underside of Harriet's boobs through her dress. She quickly said, "That is enough. There is no wire, just like I told you."

Harriet returned to the restroom to put her bra back on. While she was out, Johnson said, "That lady has some big, soft hooters. "

Donna was shocked that anyone would talk that way about her mother and said, "Please, Mr. Johnson, do not talk about my mother like that."

Johnson smirked and said, "I thought you busty women liked for men to notice your big tits!"

When Harriet returned to the office, Dillard said, "I can make this meeting short. Our best and last offer is for $1,000,000 in cash from Reasoner and Donna agrees to have sex with both of us once a month for a year. That is a lot less than she is doing now and you would have a solid commitment to end the sex after a year. We will agree to safeguards that will guarantee that we will keep our word."

Reasoner said, "A million dollars and you still want more from this girl?"

Johnson giggled and said, "She is a great fuck, Mr. Reasoner!"

Harriet lost it and said, "You evil perverts will not talk about my daughter like that again! I am praying for the strength to deal with evil people like you. You had better show some respect. "

Johnson laughed at the angry mother and said, "I respect the way your daughter sucks my cock."

"Oh, you heathen!" yelled Mrs. Kelly. "I know I have to deal with you evil people to free my daughter, but I will not listen to lies about perverted sex acts that my daughter would never do!"

Johnson got a confused look on his chubby face and looked at Donna who avoided eye contact, looked at the floor and blushed.

Reasoner took control of the meeting and said, "Alright, it is obvious we need to make a deal here. I will give you $1,000,000 in cash if you end the blackmail of Donna and me."

Dillard said, "We will cut you lose for the money, but Donna needs to pitch in too if she wants to be part of this. Sex once a month is not too much when you take into account that she is now having sex with us a couple of times a day."

Reasoner said, "I won't pay if the poor girl has to keep doing this."

Johnson jumped in and said, "You don't have much leverage Reasoner when we have the video of you at the Christmas party. Mrs. Reasoner would love to see that movie."

Reasoner looked at Dillard, the company lawyer, and said, "I know you want the money. I assume you can control Johnson. You can do better than sex once a month for another year."

Harriet said, "Please show some compassion for my little girl. She made a mistake and committed a sin, but she should not be tortured because of it."

Dillard looked at Johnson and said, "Why don't we talk outside for a minute. "

The two blackmailers went outside.

While they were out, Mrs. Kelly said to Reasoner, "I thank God for you, Mr. Reasoner. Donna and I could have never come up with the money to get these men to stop their defilement of my daughter."

Reasoner said, "I don't know if it is going to work though."

"Thank you for trying, Mr. Reasoner," said Donna. "Their offer of once a month is better than what has been happening."

Dillard and Johnson returned to the office and said, "This is our last, best offer. We will let Mr. Reasoner and Donna off forever with safeguards to make sure we comply if we receive a million in cash by the end of the week and Donna and Mrs. Kelly agree to have sex with us and do whatever we say tonight in this office. After tonight, Donna will be free. The safeguards will be put in place when we receive the million dollars." 

Harriet said, "That is outrageous! I am a happily married, Christian woman. I have only had sexual relations with my husband and he is the only one who will ever have sexual relations with me. Neither my daughter nor I will agree to that."

Johnson said, "That is fine. I didn't want to cut Donna loose anyway." He turned to Donna, smiled and said, "Be in my office at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow naked and ready to be fucked. Otherwise, your father, grandparents and pastor will be seeing videos and pictures of you in action."

Donna started crying and said, "Momma, I will do it. This proposal is better than what I have been doing every day. I can do what they want once more to get this behind me."

"Oh, you poor child, I can't bear to even think about this," said Harriet with tears in her eyes.

Harriet turned to the blackmailers and said, "May God forgive me for breaking my marriage vows, but I will have relations with you in place of my daughter. You let her go and I will do it. I assume that you have a room with a bed where we can turn out the lights and do these despicable things."

Donna was crying and said, "No Momma! No! You can't do this."

Harriet ignored Donna, stood up and said, "Where should we go to do these dirty things?"

Dillard smiled and said, "Hold on. I am glad you are in agreement, Mrs. Kelly. However, the deal is both of you at the same time."

"Yeah," said Johnson. "We want a little mother daughter action!"

"Oh, Lord have mercy! I cannot believe that perverted snakes like you exist in this world. What you suggest is improper, immoral and a sin. I cannot permit it!"

Donna was crying uncontrollably and saying, "This is all my fault. I am so sorry, Momma."

Reasoner suggested that he have a private talk with Mrs. Kelly and Donna. When they were out in the hall, Reasoner suggested that they all try to think this thing through calmly. He pointed out that they all had to do what they could to end the blackmail nightmare. He was contributing a lot of money, but he realized it was nothing compared to having sex with "those crooks." However, he reminded the distraught women that both of them had agreed to have sex with the blackmailers to end the blackmail. So, the only real question was whether both of them would do it at the same time.

The women thought about what Reasoner said. Donna was afraid to say anything. Finally, Harriet said, "If the Lord can give me strength to have sexual relations with those men, he can give me strength to see them have sexual relations with my precious daughter." 

Harriet turned to Donna and said, "Never tell your father. He would never understand and would probably disown both of us after he killed those evil men."

After they walked back into the office, Harriet told the blackmailers that she and Donna would do what they said. Reasoner started to leave, but Johnson said, "Mr. Reasoner, you need to stay. We have some plans for you."

Reasoner said, "I am not having sex with you guys!"

Johnson laughed and said that they wanted him to watch and may order the women to service him too.

Reasoner said, "I am not interested in that, Johnson."

Johnson said, "You had best do as you are told. We want these girls to have an audience. Besides, you know Donna sucks a mean dick! It won't be so bad."

Harriet got a shocked look on her face and said, "I told you to stop telling lies about my daughter! Just because you are a pervert does not mean that you can tell perverted lies about Donna."

Donna blushed and tried to avoid eye contact with her momma. Donna was wondering how her mother would react if Johnson or Dillard had Donna suck a dick in front of her. She was wondering if she could refuse to suck them, but she knew that wasn't really an option. Donna could not imagine a more embarrassing thing than her sweet mother watching her suck a cock. Then she thought, "Oh, wait! Having my mother watch me suck two cocks is worse." Donna was regretting that she sought help from her mother.

Reasoner sat down in a chair looking like he was disgusted with the entire affair.

Harriet again asked, "Do you have a place to go with a bed and a little privacy? I would prefer a place where you could do this to us in private with the lights out."

Harriet had led a sheltered life. They lived 20 miles from a very small town. Her life had revolved around working on the farm, raising her children and church activities. She watched very little television and had not been to the movies in decades. She enjoyed sex with her husband, but it was the missionary position in the dark. Because she had been faithfully married since she was 14 years old, she had never had any kind of sex with anyone but her husband.

Dillard said, "Mrs. Kelly, we are not going to go anywhere and we are not going to turn off the lights. Why don't you two take off your clothes for us?"

"I would prefer some privacy, please," said Harriet.

Johnson jumped in and said, "Take off your fucking clothes, bitch! This is not going to be a romantic evening. You and your big titted daughter are going to fuck us. It is going to be right here, in the light and everyone is going to watch."

"Watch your language, mister!" said Harriet. "Ladies are present."

"I am tired of waiting for you to get naked, bitch!" said Johnson. "Stand up and I will help you get those clothes off. Donna, show your momma how to get naked."

Harriet did not move, but Donna stood up. She was wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Donna closed her eyes for a second to brace herself for the humiliation that she now expected and then pulled the turtleneck sweater over her head. She could feel her breasts bounce as the tight sweater came over her bra and boobs.

Harriet said, "Donna, where did you get that underwear?"

Donna looked down and blushed. She had not planned on having sex in front of her mother and so she had worn one of the new bras she had purchased to show off cleavage in low cut tops that Johnson had made her buy. The push-up bras showed huge amounts of cleavage and barely covered her nipples. Donna nervously tried to pull up on the bra cups, but the bra could not be pulled up to cover more of her huge tits. The cups went right back to the same place.

Donna said, "Momma, I had to buy it for some of the tops Mr. Johnson had me buy."

"Thank the Lord I never had to see that!" said Harriet.

Donna continued to strip to give her something to do rather than stand there in the office embarrassed. She pulled off her jeans showing some small white panties that matched her new bra. She knew that she now was going to have to reveal her body to these men in front of her mother. 

Donna reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts shifted as the hooks were released. Donna hesitated a minute and then let the cups fall into her hands. Her boobs jiggled and swayed and she could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her big jugs. 

"Oh my heavens!" said Harriet.

"Nice hooters!" said Johnson.

Donna blushed bright red and pulled off her little panties to give her something to keep her occupied. Her breasts bounced around as she pulled off the panties, but she was too embarrassed to touch them or do anything to make them stop moving.

Dillard said, "Come sit on my lap Donna. I want to watch your momma get undressed before we get started."




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Johnson said, "God almighty, that body makes my dick hard every time!"

Harriet said, "Please don't be so crude in front of us."

Donna sat on Dillard's lap relieved to not be the center of attention. However, Dillard immediately started feeling her up as she sat on his lap. Her mother looked on disapprovingly as he openly squeezed her big tits. Donna made no attempt to stop him from rubbing her big soft boobs. 

Johnson said to Harriet, "Time to undress, Mrs. Kelly! Let me help you."

"I can do this myself, sir," said Harriet.

Harriett stood and looked resigned to a sad fate. She unbuttoned and removed a bulky sweater that she was wearing over her dress. As she removed the sweater, she revealed her big breasts that were even bigger than Donna's.

Harriet then slowly unbuttoned the small buttons down the front of her dress. When it was completely unbuttoned down the front, she sighed and slowly slid the top of her dress off of her shoulders. She then lowered the dress and stepped out of it.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Johnson. "Look at those knockers!" 

As Harriet straightened up, the men could see her magnificent breasts in a giant bra. She had spent her adult life hiding her breasts and found it stunning to be standing in front of strangers in her underwear. Her body was like her daughter's body except her hips were a little wider and her tits hung slightly lower than Donna's. However, she was slim and sexy despite the old fashion underwear she was wearing. Her breasts looked to be a little larger than Donna's. They looked firm and round in her bra.

Harriet asked Johnson, "Is this good enough for you?"

"No, take off everything."

Harriet stood before the men for a moment and then unfastened the back of her bra. It had numerous hooks holding the big melons in place. She held the big bra in place and said, "Nobody but my husband has seen these. Are you sure we can't do this in the dark? I will let you touch my breasts."

Johnson laughed and said, "I am going to touch them, but it is going to be in the office with everyone watching you getting felt up."

Harriett looked disappointed, but let her big bra come off of her boobs. The soft tits bounced around in front of her. All three men in the room made sounds as the big tits were revealed. Harriet stood in the middle of the room standing erect letting three men see her topless. Her nipples were hard.

"Let's see that pussy!" Johnson moaned as he openly stared at her monstrous tits. 

"Please watch your language," Harriet said as she slid the panties down and once again stood tall in the center of the room.

"I cannot wait to fuck this bitch!" moaned Johnson as he quickly pulled off his clothes.

Harriet looked disgusted by Johnson's language, but she saw the second penis of her life when Johnson pulled down his underwear. His cock was fairly long, but extremely thick. It was bigger and much thicker than the penis of her husband. It was also hard.

Johnson walked directly in front of Harriet and grabbed both of her big tits in his chubby hands. Harriet had never had her breasts fondled by anyone but her husband. It was exciting and disgusting. She was surprised that she actually found it exciting even though she was completely embarrassed to have her breasts groped in public. Her nipples got very hard.

After a few minutes of squeezing Harriet's tits, Johnson said, "Get on your knees bitch and suck my cock!"

"Excuse me?" said Harriet. "I agreed to have sex with you to save my daughter, but I never agreed to perform deviant sex acts for you. I would never do anything like that. I have never done anything like that with my husband and I certainly won't with you."

Johnson continued to rub her boobs, but looked at her incredulously and said, "Come on. We all know you have sucked your husband's dick. Now suck mine." 

"I have never done anything like that and don't intend to start now! No respectable lady would put her mouth on a man's thing. I am not a common prostitute."

Johnson laughed and said, "I knew your daughter was hot, but I didn't know you considered her to be a whore!"

Donna cringed.

"Take that back!" said Harriet. "My darling daughter is a nice girl who has been abused by you animals."

Johnson laughed again and turned toward the chair where Donna was being groped by Dillard and said, "Donna, come over here, get on your knees and show your momma how you suck cock."

Tears welled up in Donna's eyes as she said, "No, please don't make me do that! Please, Mr. Johnson!"

"I guess you can refuse and I will send some interesting videos to your father and your pastor, among others."

Harriet looked on in surprise as Donna got off of Dillard's lap and got on her knees in front of the obese store manager, Johnson. Donna turned to her momma and said, "Sorry, Momma."

Harriet then said, "No, don't do it!" as Donna slipped her lips around the fat head of Johnson's hard cock. She was soon bobbing her head on Johnson's thick shaft. Donna was wishing that the earth would swallow her up to end the humiliation.

Johnson touched the back of Donna's head and said, "Take it deep, Donna." Donna opened her mouth wider and took the thick cock down to the base. Tears were streaming down her face.

Johnson moaned as Donna sucked. He turned to Harriet and said, "Look at this, Mrs. Kelly. Your daughter sucks cock like a common whore!"

Donna was dying inside as she sucked away on the fat man's cock.

Johnson laughed, looked at Harriet and said, "I guess your little girl forgot to tell you that she was caught on camera sucking Mr. Reasoner's cock at the Christmas party. Ask her about getting her face and tits covered in cum. It is a great film. You would be amazed at what your daughter will do."

Harriet was sick to her stomach watching her precious child sucking away on a cock. She let out a long sigh. About that time, Rick Dillard came up behind Harriet and grabbed both of her big breasts. She gasped and her nipples became hard as a rock as the handsome young man rubbed her boobs from behind. Then, he swung her around and kissed her. Harriet had not been kissed like that in years and wanted to melt into his arms. She could not believe she was naked in another man's arms and was enjoying it. 

Harriet was feeling hot and sexy. She surprised herself by pulling away from Dillard for a second and then lifting her chest and pressing her large breasts against his chest. She used to do that for her husband and he loved to feel her big breasts on his chest as they kissed.

After a few minutes of kissing, Dillard said, "Mrs. Kelly, get on your knees and help me take off my pants."

Harriet slipped to her knees in front of Dillard and started unbuckling his belt and removing his pants. She was very excited. She hated that she was very excited, but she could not help it. She felt tingly between her legs and her nipples were hard as they could be.

Dillard thanked her as he stepped out of his pants. Then, he said, "Pull my underwear down, Mrs. Kelly."

Harriet could barely breathe as she reached for the top of Dillard's boxers and pulled them down slowly. As the boxers came down, Dillard's big hard cock sprang out and was aimed right at Harriet's face. She had never seen a cock as big as Dillard's cock. She had never seen a cock as beautiful as Dillard's cock. She was overwhelmed and actually thought she might faint.

Harriet wanted Dillard and wanted him badly. However, she did not want to act like she wanted to have sex with a blackmailer in front of the others.

Harriet got up on her feet. As she did her heavy breasts swayed from side to side. She moved close to Dillard and whispered in his ear, "Order me to have sex with you. I will do it for you."

Dillard said, "Please get back on your knees in front of me, Mrs. Kelly."

Harriet looked at her daughter with a thick cock in her mouth and at Reasoner who was watching her every move. She then looked back at Dillard and tried to think of a way to satisfy him without completely losing her dignity. She got back on her knees and noticed how her breasts jiggled and swayed as she moved. She found it embarrassing and was surprised to find that it excited her.

About then, Johnson said, "Donna, tell your momma what you are doing."

Donna pulled her mouth off of Johnson's cock and said, "Please, Mr. Johnson! Don't make me do that in front of my mother."

As Donna quickly put Johnson's cock back in her mouth, Johnson said, "Tell her what you are doing, cunt!"

Donna started to whimper as Harriet said, "Please don't speak disrespectfully to my daughter or me."

"Your daughter is the one being disrespectful by refusing to tell you what she is doing even though I have told her to do it twice." Then he grabbed Donna's head, jammed his cock in her mouth and said, "Tell your momma what you are doing, bitch!"

Donna heard a gasp from her mother and then quickly pulled her mouth off of Johnson's fat cock and said, "Momma, I am sucking Mr. Johnson's penis."

"Come on, Donna! Say it like I taught you!" said Johnson.

"Donna sat silently on her knees for a moment or two with a hard cock in her face and then reluctantly said, "Momma, I am sucking his cock. . . . I am a cocksucker."

Harriet was embarrassed for her sweet little daughter.

Then, Johnson rammed his cock back into Donna's mouth and said, "Now tell us you are a cocksucker with a cock in your mouth!"

Donna hesitated a minute and then mumbled incoherently with the dick in her mouth, "I am a cocksucker."

Johnson seemed pleased and Harriet was disgusted by the fat store manager. Harriet hoped that she only had to have sex with Dillard and could avoid contact with the crude obese blackmailer.

Harriet looked up a Dillard's handsome face from her place on her knees and wondered what he wanted her to do. She hoped that she could retain some small amount of her dignity in this process. She had already let strangers see her naked and did not know if she could stand much more humiliation.

Dillard looked at her and said softly, "Go ahead, Mrs. Kelly."

"Go ahead with what?"

"Give me a blowjob like your daughter is doing."

"I don't know how to do that. I have never done it. It looks disgusting to me."

"Really? Never?"

"Never!"

"You should try it, Mrs. Kelly," said Dillard. "You may like it. I think your daughter does."

Harriet was embarrassed at even the thought, but she was excited about the look of Dillard's penis and wanted to please him if she could. She said very quietly, "Okay, tell me what to do."

Dillard smiled and said, "Start by kissing my cock."

She gave it a quick peck on the head. She was very pleased with herself.

"Now, lick the head."

Harriet slowly put her tongue up to the cock and started to slowly lick the big hard head of Dillard's cock. The head was big and very well defined.

Johnson looked over and yelled, "Look at the church lady licking a cock! I knew she was a whore!"

Harriet was appalled. She jumped up, said, "I cannot do this," and ran for the door of the office.

She sat in a chair in the hallway and cried.

A moment later, Mr. Reasoner came out of the office with Dillard close behind. Reasoner knelt down beside the busty farm wife, sent Dillard back to the office and said, "You have to do this for Donna. You have to help us get away from that creep. I am afraid that the poor girl will be stuck with him for life if we don't do something right now. I am also afraid I will never get rid of them."

Through her tears, Harriet said, "I cannot stand that creature. He is evil and unbelievably mean!"

Reasoner said, "I know. I can't believe my company hired him. We just have to do whatever we have to do to end this blackmail."

After a few minutes of crying and consoling, Harriet agreed to come back to the office.

When she reentered the office, she saw Johnson fucking Donna from behind. Donna was bent over the arm of a couch and big, fat Johnson was humping her from behind. Donna was gasping and moaning as he pounded her. Donna's beautiful boobs were bouncing with each thrust.

Donna could not make eye contact with her mother as she did this.

Harriet returned to Dillard and kissed him. Dillard seemed like a nice guy. She could not imagine how he got hooked up with Johnson.

Johnson said to Reasoner, "Hey, Mr. Reasoner, Donna's mouth is empty. Why don't you strip down and stick your cock in her mouth while I fuck her!"

Harriet gasped in shock. Reasoner tried to refuse, but Johnson threatened to share the videos from the Christmas party with his wife if he did not do as he was told.

Reasoner reluctantly removed his clothes and walked across the office. Harriet noticed that the silver haired executive had the largest penis in the group. He went to the couch where Donna was being fucked and positioned his cock in front of Donna's face. He apologized to Donna as he stuck his cock in her mouth. She started sucking it hard.

Harriet felt warmly toward Mr. Reasoner. She felt that if someone had to have a penis in her daughter's mouth, she was glad it was Mr. Reasoner. Despite his misgivings about participating in the sex with Donna, Reasoner's dick was soon hard as a rock in Donna's mouth.

Harriet thought that the obese Johnson looked like one of their bulls breeding a cow back home. The only trouble was that her daughter was the one being bred.

Donna felt like a total and complete slut as she sucked a cock while being fucked from behind. She concentrated on sucking Reasoner's dick so that she did not have to think about the embarrassing position she was in. She also tried to forget that her mother was watching.

Harriet was letting Dillard feel her up as they kissed. Harriet was getting very excited. She moaned quietly as Dillard rubbed her giant tits and pussy. She whispered to Dillard, "I will put your thing in my mouth again if you want."

Dillard looked at her with surprise and said, "Get on your knees Mrs. Kelly!"

Harriet got on her knees again feeling submissive and sexy. "You will have to tell me what you want me to do."

"Suck my dick!"

"I am sorry, but I don't know how."

"Put my dick in your mouth."

Harriet opened her mouth widely and put the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Watch the teeth, please!"

She quickly took her mouth off of his cock and said, "I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No, just be careful. Now put it back in your mouth."

Harriet put the long cock back in her mouth a little further than last time. She closed her lips around the cock. It tasted better than she would have thought possible. Even though she thought putting a penis in her mouth was a perverted act, she was actually enjoying the taste and the feel. She could see how a man would like this. She was scared about what would happen when the sperm came out.

Harriet stayed there with the dick in her mouth and wondered what else she was supposed to do. She noticed that Donna bobbed her head up and down on Johnson's penis, but she did not want to do anything wrong. She also noticed that Donna somehow put the whole thing in her mouth. She could see how a man would like that, but she was afraid to try. 

Harriet wondered if her friends from church put penises in their mouths. She also wondered how her daughter had learned how to do this so well.

Dillard enjoyed the sight of the busty married woman with his cock in her mouth for a few minutes and then said, "Suck it, Mrs. Kelly! Suck it hard!"

Dillard loved it when he saw Mrs. Kelly's cheeks indent as she started sucking on his hard cock. He could feel the suction and loved the view. He noticed Donna taking a quick look at her mother with a hard cock in her mouth.

All on her own, Harriet decided to try to take more of Dillard's cock into her mouth. She wanted to try to do this right. So, she started slowly taking more and more of Dillard's cock into her mouth. She slowly took it deeper and deeper.

Johnson looked over and said, "God, she looks like such a nasty whore!

Harriet could not comment with a hard cock deep in her mouth. She actually had the thought that she probably did look like a nasty whore and she sort of liked it. Just having these thoughts embarrassed her and made her feel submissive to the man she was sucking.

As Mrs. Kelly was learning how to suck a cock, Johnson was pounding Donna from behind. He was sweating and puffing as he humped the young girl. He was making loud grunts and groans as he fucked her. Donna thought sure he was about to cum in her. 

However, rather than cum in Donna's pussy, Johnson told Reasoner to switch positions. Johnson had Donna get on the floor on all fours with Reasoner behind her and Johnson in front of her face. Reasoner entered Donna from behind. It was the biggest cock she had ever had. She could not take it all at first despite being stretched out by Johnson's fat cock. Donna loved the feeling.

Johnson was so horny he could barely control himself. He knelt in front of Donna's pretty face and said, "Suck that cock, you worthless whore!"

"Please don't call me names, Mr. Johnson. I will suck it for you."

"I have to call a cocksucking slut a cocksucking slut! It looks like dick sucking runs in your family!"

Donna started to say something when Johnson grabbed her head with both hands and jammed his thick cock deep into her mouth. Whatever she was going to say was muffled by the hard dick entering her mouth and pumping in and out of throat.

Harriet wanted to say something to Johnson, but she did not want to take her mouth off of Dillard's hard dick.

Johnson screamed, "Suck it cunt! Suck it you worthless cocksucker!"

Donna sucked hard and felt herself cum as she was being fucked by Reasoner's big dick and insulted by Johnson. She was mad at herself for cumming, but could not help it. When Johnson figured out she was cumming, he could no longer control himself. 

He pulled his cock out of Donna's mouth and said, "Show your momma how you take cum, bitch"

Harriet pulled back from Dillard's dick and watched as Johnson screamed and shot cum all over Donna's face and hair. She was dripping cum off of her face.

"Lick it up, cunt!" said Johnson.

Donna started feeding the cum off of her face and the floor into her mouth. Harriet could not believe her daughter was eating sperm. However, she thought that she may be doing that soon.

Mr. Reasoner was extremely excited watching Donna cum and eat Johnson's cum. He was fucking Donna harder and deeper than ever. She was moaning as he did.

Johnson saw him getting close and said, "Reasoner, go cum in her momma's mouth. She need some cum!"

Reasoner quickly got up and walked to where Harriet was on her knees sucking Dillard's dick. She took Dillard's dick out of her mouth and said, "I don't know about that, Mr. Johnson. . . . " 

Just then, Reasoner grabbed her head and directed it to the tip of his big cock. He pressed it to her lips and she took the big cock in her mouth. She liked Mr. Reasoner and wanted to help him. Then, he said, "Sorry, Mrs. Kelly!" as he exploded in her mouth.

Harriet gagged on the mouthful of cum. Some of it ran out of her mouth and down her chin. She swallowed as fast as she could once she recovered from gagging. She liked the sweet taste of his cum and liked the fact that a man she respected had cum in her mouth. He shot more and more cum in her mouth and she swallowed as much as she could. She was trying her best to please the man who was saving her daughter.

Dillard was excited watching Mrs. Kelly take her first load of cum from a big hard dick. As soon as she finished swallowing Reasoner's cum, Dillard shouted, "Open your mouth, Mrs. Kelly! I have more for you!"

With Reasoner's cum still running down her chin on to her massive boobs, she turned to Dillard and tried to position her mouth in front of his stiff cock. She had obviously never been so close to so many cocks. She was about to cum. 




Groped at the Company Party Ch. 05



The first shot from Dillard hit her in the forehead, nose and eyes. It burned, but she was mostly afraid she had messed up by not catching the cum in her mouth. She frantically tried to catch the cum in her mouth as Dillard blasted her face. She finally just put the cock in her mouth and started sucking the sperm directly into her mouth as he came.

Cum ran down Harriet's face and dripped onto her big tits as she sucked the rest of the cum out of Dillard's cock. When Dillard had quit coming, Harriet began to scoop up the cum with her fingers and fingernails and feed it into her mouth. It was extremely sexy to see her scoop the cum off of her big tits and eat it.

After she recovered a little, Harriet stood up and assumed that they were through. She smiled at her daughter and said, "We did it!" 

Donna looked behind her and said, "Maybe not just yet, Momma. Mr. Johnson likes to shoot his sperm twice most of the time with me."

Harriet looked behind her and saw the obese store manager with his cock hard and a big smile on his face. "She is right, Mrs. Kelly. I want to fuck you now. Lay on the couch with your legs spread and I will fuck your brains out."

"Please don't use profanities in front of us, sir," said Harriet.

"Shut the fuck up and spread your legs, you pompous skank!"

He turned to Donna and said, "Donna, I want you to lick my balls as I fuck your mother. "

"Yes, sir," said Donna.

Reasoner and Dillard sat in chairs watching as Harriet got up and took a seat on the couch still covered in cum. She did not look very happy at the prospect of having sex with the crude blackmailer. However, she knew she had to endure this to set her daughter free. "Does my daughter really have to watch this?" Harriet asked.

Johnson said, "Yeah, she does. She should have a really good view of her momma getting fucked as she licks my balls."

Harriet felt disgusted as she asked Johnson, "What do you want me to do?"

"Spread your legs, bitch!"

Harriet slowly and reluctantly spread her legs. She felt completely exposed. 

Johnson made her feel worse by laughing and saying, "A stuck-up, Sunday school teaching bitch with big giant tits and a big hairy wet pussy covered in cum! My favorite!"

Johnson grabbed Harriet's legs, spread them wider and put his fat body between her legs. Harriet felt nauseous as he moved her body in position to enter her. All she could see was his huge belly and his big chubby face. 

Johnson rammed his big fat cock into Harriet. His cock was much, much thicker than the only cock Harriet had ever felt. It took her breath away. It hurt and felt great at the same time. 

Johnson turned to the men watching and said, "This is one tight pussy. You need to try it before we cut her loose!"

Harriet did not want to act as if she enjoyed sex with the disgusting fat man, but she had never felt anything like his thick cock inside her. The pleasure and the pain were wonderful. Harriet felt like she might orgasm soon. She always did when she had sex with her husband.

Then Johnson rammed his cock all the way into Harriet's pussy and said, "Now, lick those balls Donna!"

Harriet was disgusted that this animal would make her little girl lick his testicles when he was deep inside of her. She was panting from having the thick dick in her and was slow to speak up.

Then, Harriet heard Johnson moan and say, "That's it. Lick those balls baby!"

Harriet could feel him press harder and harder into her as Donna licked his balls. Harriet again thought about an orgasm despite her displeasure with Johnson.

Then, Johnson pushed them to a new disgusting limit. He said, "Okay, Donna, now lick my ass as I fuck your mother!"

Harriet started slapping the fat man fucking her and screamed, "No, you filthy pig! You can't make my daughter do your nasty perverted acts!"

"Lick my ass Donna or plan on getting fucked tomorrow at work."

"No!" screamed Harriet.

"I have to end this Momma," said Donna.

Donna climbed behind the huge bottom of the fat man and started slurping away at his crack. 

"That's it girl! Lick my ass as I fuck your nasty momma!"

Donna licked his ass. It didn't really taste as bad as she would have thought, but the concept was totally disgusting to her. 

"Stick your tongue up my ass, Donna. That's it! Deeper baby!"

Johnson smiled as he fucked Harriet and said, "Mrs. Kelly, tell your daughter that you and her father are very proud of her!

Harriet refused to acknowledge Johnson. Donna was totally humiliated. 

"Tell your daughter you are proud of her as she sticks her tongue up my ass!"

"No!"

"I thought you were proud of your little girl!"

"I am."

"Stick that tongue in deeper Donna! Your momma is proud of you!"

To Harriet he said, "You did a great job raising a girl who will lick a man's ass while he fucks her nasty mother."

Harriet wanted to respond, but she was afraid he would make them do something even more disgusting. Johnson started to fuck her faster and harder. 

"Lick my ass, Donna! Lick my ass!"

Donna tried her best to lick his big ass as he pumped her mother. He was panting and sweating as he fucked Donna's momma.

Harriet was trying to resist cumming. The thick cock felt good, but she did not want to give Johnson the satisfaction. 

Then, Harriet heard Donna say, "Oh, are you turned on again Mr. Reasoner?"

Reasoner stood next to her with his big cock sticking straight out in front of him. He looked sheepish as he said, "This is embarrassing Donna, but I have never seen a beautiful girl do anything like that before."

Donna said quietly, "Do you want me to do it to you, sir?"

"Yes, if your mother doesn't mind."

Harriet was listening and felt so grateful for what Reasoner was doing for them, she wanted to do anything he wanted. Besides, this was the first thing he had requested from them. Harriet said as she was being fucked, "Yes, dear. Do whatever Mr. Reasoner wants."

Reasoner sat on the couch next to Harriet and pulled his legs up in a position similar to the position Harriet was in as Johnson was fucking her. Reasoner's long cock was stiff as a board and stuck straight up. He could see Harriet's huge jugs heaving and bouncing as Johnson fucked her.

Donna got on her knees in front of Reasoner, grabbed his hard cock in her hand and buried her face in his ass. She started immediately sticking her tongue as far as she could up his ass. Reasoner gasped and said breathlessly, "Oh, my God!"

Harriet was watching her young daughter stick her tongue up a man's ass. Reasoner saw her looking and said, "I am sorry, but I have never seen anything so sexy in my life!"

Harriet smiled at him and Donna said, "Thank you." 

Reasoner could not believe that a sexy young girl was thanking him for complimenting her on how she licked his ass.

Reasoner looked down at the pretty hair of Donna as she plunged her tongue up his ass. He said, "Donna, if you don't mind, could you alternate between my ass and my cock?"

"Yes, sir!"

Then, the pretty girl started slurping on his hard cock for a minute and then returning to his ass. Harriet watched her daughter lick ass and suck cock as Johnson pounded her with his big fat cock. Donna sucked the big cock deep when she was on the cock. She buried her tongue deep up his ass when she had her face in his ass. 

Finally, Reasoner yelled, "I'm cumming!" while Donna had her tongue in his ass. He shot his cum straight up in the air and it landed on Donna's head and back. Donna quickly put his cock in her mouth and swallowed the rest of his cum. 

Harriet was so excited watching Reasoner and her daughter, she came. She was moaning and squealing as she came. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm.

Finally, Johnson screamed and filled Harriet's pussy with cum.

Johnson rolled off of Harriet and tried to catch his breath. Harriet was covered in Johnson's sweat and the cum of the other two men. Donna had cum in her hair and in her mouth. Harriet stood up and helped her daughter off of the floor. She hugged her and said, "It is all over now, baby! You are free from these creeps."

The busty women quickly got dressed and got ready to leave. As they were leaving, Harriet asked Reasoner when he was going to pay the million dollars. 

Reasoner looked at the other men, laughed and said, "Given the video we have of you two tonight, I don't think I will be paying anyone anything. Donna needs to report for work tomorrow at one if she doesn't want us to share the video. We will be in touch with you too, Mrs. Kelly."

Groped At the Company Party Ch. 05

Donna decided that she could not take any more humiliation from her blackmailers and decided to do something about it. She knew that doing anything to save herself was dangerous and may result in everyone she loved seeing videos of her naked and having sex. She thought it over carefully and decided that the only person who could possibly help was her mother. She did not know what her mother could do, but she had always gone to her mother for advice and she desperately needed advice. 

Donna knew that it would be embarrassing to tell her mother what she had been doing, but she knew her mother loved her and would forgive her. Donna did not have to work the next day, so she planned to skip her college classes and drive home to the farm to tell her mother her predicament. She had to call to make sure her father would not be around when she met with her mother. She could not stand the thought of him finding out she was having daily sex with older men.

She called her mother and told her that she had a big problem that she wanted to talk to her about privately. Donna's mother would not hear of Donna missing classes to talk to her, so she said that she would drive to Donna's apartment before Donna's classes began. Her mother got up at 4:30 every morning, so coming to see Donna early in the morning was not hard for her.

Donna's mother was Harriet Kelly. She had married Donna's father when she was 14 years old and raised two children on the farm. She was now 36 years old. She had attended church most every Sunday in town since she was a child and her social life revolved around the church. She had a pretty face and a stunning figure like her daughter. However, she was very modest. She only wore long, simple, baggy dresses that covered almost all of her and she wore glasses. Her blue eyes were big and beautiful. She wore her dark hair in a bun each day. She usually had a stern, serious look on her face, but she was kind and loving. 

Harriet had enormous breasts that she tried to hide with her conservative clothes and sweaters over her dresses. She had a body like Kate Upton or a young Dolly Parton, but dressed like Auntie Em in the Wizard of Oz. She worked hard on the farm and was very fit and strong.

Harriet Kelly came to see Donna just after dawn the next day. Donna started crying and said, "Oh, Momma, you have to help me!"

Harriet said, "Tell me what is wrong, child, and I will try to help." 

Donna told her about having too much to drink at the company Christmas party and having sex with the owner, Mr. Reasoner. She told her about the blackmail and told her about having to have sex with two men at work to prevent them from showing everyone she knew videos of her naked and having sex. Donna told her everything, but left out the details of the sex acts she had performed at the party and every day at work for the last few weeks.

Harriet listened quietly to the whole story. She looked at Donna and said, "I thought we taught you better than this. You have nobody but yourself to blame for the first time at the Christmas party. We have told you numerous times about the dangers of alcohol consumption and premarital sex. However, these men blackmailing you sound evil."

Donna told her about the threats the blackmailers had made and the precautions they had taken to avoid the discovery of evidence if Donna reported them to the police. Donna said, "Momma, they have it arranged to make it look like I am blackmailing the president of the company. I don't know how I can ever get out of this mess."

The mother and daughter cried and hugged and talked. It killed Harriet to see one of her children hurting. 

After they quit crying, Harriet asked her daughter numerous questions in a no-nonsense style. She focused on the company and asked Donna if the owner, Mr. Reasoner, was part of the blackmail. Donna told her that she had been told that he was, but she had not seen him since the Christmas party.

Donna's mother insisted that Donna go to class and said that she had some things to do and would see her later.

After her classes, Donna returned to her apartment and waited for her mother to return. When she did, she seemed somewhat upbeat which surprised Donna. 

Harriet told her daughter to sit down and then explained what she had been doing. "I went to see the owner, Mr. Reasoner. I told him what was going on. He said he did not know that you were being blackmailed, but he was not surprised because the same men were blackmailing him for money. They were threatening to show the video between you and Mr. Reasoner to Mr. Reasoner's wife. He was committing adultery when he took advantage of you."

"When I told him what those evil men were doing to you, he became very upset and said he would offer the blackmailers whatever amount of money it takes to end the blackmail of you and him. While I waited, he went to a private office and called the blackmailers. When he came back, he was sad and said that the best he could do was to get a deal that for his money the blackmailers would let you both go if they can have some sort of sexual relations with you for another year. I told Mr. Reasoner that was not acceptable. He was very remorseful and suggested that we all meet with the blackmailers tonight after all of the employees leave his office to try to work it out. I told him we would be there."

Donna said, "Momma, I was told that Mr. Reasoner was one of the blackmailers. How do we know if we can trust him?'

Harriett said, "He is offering to pay money to get those evil men to set you and him free. I think that shows where he stands. He is very sorry he was involved in the episode at the party that started all of this."

"I hope you are right, Momma."

"I think I am. Besides, Mr. Reasoner's willingness to pay the blackmailers is our best chance to end the blackmail."

Donna and Harriet went to Reasoner's office after hours and were escorted by Reasoner to his office. The blackmailers, Johnson and Dillard were there. They said hello to Donna and tried to meet Harriet, but she would not even look at them.

She said to Reasoner, "Mr. Reasoner, please tell these evil men that this blackmail of my daughter must end, now."

Dillard said, "Before we start our meeting, we need to make sure that these women have not been wired by law enforcement."

Reasoner looked at Harriet and said, "I think that is a legitimate request given the situation, Mrs. Kelly."

Harriet said, "I assure you I do not have any type of recording device."

Johnson, Donna's store manager, said, "Good. Why don't you prove it by the two of you taking off all of your clothes."

"Oh, you evil, evil man!" said Harriet. "I am a married, God-fearing woman. The answer is no."

Reasoner said to Dillard and Johnson, "Why don't you two pat them down like the police do on TV? Won't that work?"

"That should work," said Johnson as he got up to approach Harriet. 

Harriet said, "We will permit a pat down so we can get on with the meeting. You two would not be so worried if you obeyed the law."

Dillard stood up and went to Donna who stood up to be patted down. Dillard rubbed up and down Donna's legs, caressed her pussy and ass quickly and then started squeezing her boobs through her blouse and bra. Donna did nothing to stop him. It did not look anything like a pat down on TV. Donna blushed as she realized her mother was looking at her being felt up by a man.

"Stop that!" said Harriet. "You are touching my daughter's private parts. You perverted men need to learn how to behave."

Dillard smiled and gave the big boobs one last squeeze. Donna secretly liked being touched by Dillard which made her blush even more.

Johnson then started to pat down Harriet. He ran his hands up her legs and over her ass. Then he ran his hands around her hips and stomach. Next, Johnson started to rub around the underside of her huge breasts touching her boobs as she went. Harriet stood there impassively. Then, Johnson started lightly and quickly rubbing her breasts with both hands.

Harriet looked at Johnson who was squeezing both of her boobs and said, "Would you hurry up, please."

Johnson gave both tits one last squeeze and said, "I felt something hard under her big tits. It may be a wire."

"That is a part of my brassiere, not a recording device," said Harriet impatiently. 

"You had better show us if you want to have a meeting," said Dillard. 

"I will remove it in the restroom and show you," said Harriet as she headed out the door.

While she was out, Johnson laughed and said, "I know where you got those big jugs, Donna. Your momma is bigger than you!"

Donna blushed and felt embarrassed that Johnson was talking about her mother's body in public.

Harriet returned with a huge white bra in her hand. She showed Johnson the underwire. Johnson looked at Harriet and said, "I need to make sure the metal I felt is gone."

As he said that, he started rubbing the underside of Harriet's boobs through her dress. She quickly said, "That is enough. There is no wire, just like I told you."

Harriet returned to the restroom to put her bra back on. While she was out, Johnson said, "That lady has some big, soft hooters. "

Donna was shocked that anyone would talk that way about her mother and said, "Please, Mr. Johnson, do not talk about my mother like that."

Johnson smirked and said, "I thought you busty women liked for men to notice your big tits!"

When Harriet returned to the office, Dillard said, "I can make this meeting short. Our best and last offer is for $1,000,000 in cash from Reasoner and Donna agrees to have sex with both of us once a month for a year. That is a lot less than she is doing now and you would have a solid commitment to end the sex after a year. We will agree to safeguards that will guarantee that we will keep our word."

Reasoner said, "A million dollars and you still want more from this girl?"

Johnson giggled and said, "She is a great fuck, Mr. Reasoner!"

Harriet lost it and said, "You evil perverts will not talk about my daughter like that again! I am praying for the strength to deal with evil people like you. You had better show some respect. "

Johnson laughed at the angry mother and said, "I respect the way your daughter sucks my cock."

"Oh, you heathen!" yelled Mrs. Kelly. "I know I have to deal with you evil people to free my daughter, but I will not listen to lies about perverted sex acts that my daughter would never do!"

Johnson got a confused look on his chubby face and looked at Donna who avoided eye contact, looked at the floor and blushed.

Reasoner took control of the meeting and said, "Alright, it is obvious we need to make a deal here. I will give you $1,000,000 in cash if you end the blackmail of Donna and me."

Dillard said, "We will cut you lose for the money, but Donna needs to pitch in too if she wants to be part of this. Sex once a month is not too much when you take into account that she is now having sex with us a couple of times a day."

Reasoner said, "I won't pay if the poor girl has to keep doing this."

Johnson jumped in and said, "You don't have much leverage Reasoner when we have the video of you at the Christmas party. Mrs. Reasoner would love to see that movie."




Groped at the Company Party Ch. 05



Reasoner looked at Dillard, the company lawyer, and said, "I know you want the money. I assume you can control Johnson. You can do better than sex once a month for another year."

Harriet said, "Please show some compassion for my little girl. She made a mistake and committed a sin, but she should not be tortured because of it."

Dillard looked at Johnson and said, "Why don't we talk outside for a minute. "

The two blackmailers went outside.

While they were out, Mrs. Kelly said to Reasoner, "I thank God for you, Mr. Reasoner. Donna and I could have never come up with the money to get these men to stop their defilement of my daughter."

Reasoner said, "I don't know if it is going to work though."

"Thank you for trying, Mr. Reasoner," said Donna. "Their offer of once a month is better than what has been happening."

Dillard and Johnson returned to the office and said, "This is our last, best offer. We will let Mr. Reasoner and Donna off forever with safeguards to make sure we comply if we receive a million in cash by the end of the week and Donna and Mrs. Kelly agree to have sex with us and do whatever we say tonight in this office. After tonight, Donna will be free. The safeguards will be put in place when we receive the million dollars." 

Harriet said, "That is outrageous! I am a happily married, Christian woman. I have only had sexual relations with my husband and he is the only one who will ever have sexual relations with me. Neither my daughter nor I will agree to that."

Johnson said, "That is fine. I didn't want to cut Donna loose anyway." He turned to Donna, smiled and said, "Be in my office at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow naked and ready to be fucked. Otherwise, your father, grandparents and pastor will be seeing videos and pictures of you in action."

Donna started crying and said, "Momma, I will do it. This proposal is better than what I have been doing every day. I can do what they want once more to get this behind me."

"Oh, you poor child, I can't bear to even think about this," said Harriet with tears in her eyes.

Harriet turned to the blackmailers and said, "May God forgive me for breaking my marriage vows, but I will have relations with you in place of my daughter. You let her go and I will do it. I assume that you have a room with a bed where we can turn out the lights and do these despicable things."

Donna was crying and said, "No Momma! No! You can't do this."

Harriet ignored Donna, stood up and said, "Where should we go to do these dirty things?"

Dillard smiled and said, "Hold on. I am glad you are in agreement, Mrs. Kelly. However, the deal is both of you at the same time."

"Yeah," said Johnson. "We want a little mother daughter action!"

"Oh, Lord have mercy! I cannot believe that perverted snakes like you exist in this world. What you suggest is improper, immoral and a sin. I cannot permit it!"

Donna was crying uncontrollably and saying, "This is all my fault. I am so sorry, Momma."

Reasoner suggested that he have a private talk with Mrs. Kelly and Donna. When they were out in the hall, Reasoner suggested that they all try to think this thing through calmly. He pointed out that they all had to do what they could to end the blackmail nightmare. He was contributing a lot of money, but he realized it was nothing compared to having sex with "those crooks." However, he reminded the distraught women that both of them had agreed to have sex with the blackmailers to end the blackmail. So, the only real question was whether both of them would do it at the same time.

The women thought about what Reasoner said. Donna was afraid to say anything. Finally, Harriet said, "If the Lord can give me strength to have sexual relations with those men, he can give me strength to see them have sexual relations with my precious daughter." 

Harriet turned to Donna and said, "Never tell your father. He would never understand and would probably disown both of us after he killed those evil men."

After they walked back into the office, Harriet told the blackmailers that she and Donna would do what they said. Reasoner started to leave, but Johnson said, "Mr. Reasoner, you need to stay. We have some plans for you."

Reasoner said, "I am not having sex with you guys!"

Johnson laughed and said that they wanted him to watch and may order the women to service him too.

Reasoner said, "I am not interested in that, Johnson."

Johnson said, "You had best do as you are told. We want these girls to have an audience. Besides, you know Donna sucks a mean dick! It won't be so bad."

Harriet got a shocked look on her face and said, "I told you to stop telling lies about my daughter! Just because you are a pervert does not mean that you can tell perverted lies about Donna."

Donna blushed and tried to avoid eye contact with her momma. Donna was wondering how her mother would react if Johnson or Dillard had Donna suck a dick in front of her. She was wondering if she could refuse to suck them, but she knew that wasn't really an option. Donna could not imagine a more embarrassing thing than her sweet mother watching her suck a cock. Then she thought, "Oh, wait! Having my mother watch me suck two cocks is worse." Donna was regretting that she sought help from her mother.

Reasoner sat down in a chair looking like he was disgusted with the entire affair.

Harriet again asked, "Do you have a place to go with a bed and a little privacy? I would prefer a place where you could do this to us in private with the lights out."

Harriet had led a sheltered life. They lived 20 miles from a very small town. Her life had revolved around working on the farm, raising her children and church activities. She watched very little television and had not been to the movies in decades. She enjoyed sex with her husband, but it was the missionary position in the dark. Because she had been faithfully married since she was 14 years old, she had never had any kind of sex with anyone but her husband.

Dillard said, "Mrs. Kelly, we are not going to go anywhere and we are not going to turn off the lights. Why don't you two take off your clothes for us?"

"I would prefer some privacy, please," said Harriet.

Johnson jumped in and said, "Take off your fucking clothes, bitch! This is not going to be a romantic evening. You and your big titted daughter are going to fuck us. It is going to be right here, in the light and everyone is going to watch."

"Watch your language, mister!" said Harriet. "Ladies are present."

"I am tired of waiting for you to get naked, bitch!" said Johnson. "Stand up and I will help you get those clothes off. Donna, show your momma how to get naked."

Harriet did not move, but Donna stood up. She was wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Donna closed her eyes for a second to brace herself for the humiliation that she now expected and then pulled the turtleneck sweater over her head. She could feel her breasts bounce as the tight sweater came over her bra and boobs.

Harriet said, "Donna, where did you get that underwear?"

Donna looked down and blushed. She had not planned on having sex in front of her mother and so she had worn one of the new bras she had purchased to show off cleavage in low cut tops that Johnson had made her buy. The push-up bras showed huge amounts of cleavage and barely covered her nipples. Donna nervously tried to pull up on the bra cups, but the bra could not be pulled up to cover more of her huge tits. The cups went right back to the same place.

Donna said, "Momma, I had to buy it for some of the tops Mr. Johnson had me buy."

"Thank the Lord I never had to see that!" said Harriet.

Donna continued to strip to give her something to do rather than stand there in the office embarrassed. She pulled off her jeans showing some small white panties that matched her new bra. She knew that she now was going to have to reveal her body to these men in front of her mother. 

Donna reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts shifted as the hooks were released. Donna hesitated a minute and then let the cups fall into her hands. Her boobs jiggled and swayed and she could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her big jugs. 

"Oh my heavens!" said Harriet.

"Nice hooters!" said Johnson.

Donna blushed bright red and pulled off her little panties to give her something to keep her occupied. Her breasts bounced around as she pulled off the panties, but she was too embarrassed to touch them or do anything to make them stop moving.

Dillard said, "Come sit on my lap Donna. I want to watch your momma get undressed before we get started."

Johnson said, "God almighty, that body makes my dick hard every time!"

Harriet said, "Please don't be so crude in front of us."

Donna sat on Dillard's lap relieved to not be the center of attention. However, Dillard immediately started feeling her up as she sat on his lap. Her mother looked on disapprovingly as he openly squeezed her big tits. Donna made no attempt to stop him from rubbing her big soft boobs. 

Johnson said to Harriet, "Time to undress, Mrs. Kelly! Let me help you."

"I can do this myself, sir," said Harriet.

Harriett stood and looked resigned to a sad fate. She unbuttoned and removed a bulky sweater that she was wearing over her dress. As she removed the sweater, she revealed her big breasts that were even bigger than Donna's.

Harriet then slowly unbuttoned the small buttons down the front of her dress. When it was completely unbuttoned down the front, she sighed and slowly slid the top of her dress off of her shoulders. She then lowered the dress and stepped out of it.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Johnson. "Look at those knockers!" 

As Harriet straightened up, the men could see her magnificent breasts in a giant bra. She had spent her adult life hiding her breasts and found it stunning to be standing in front of strangers in her underwear. Her body was like her daughter's body except her hips were a little wider and her tits hung slightly lower than Donna's. However, she was slim and sexy despite the old fashion underwear she was wearing. Her breasts looked to be a little larger than Donna's. They looked firm and round in her bra.

Harriet asked Johnson, "Is this good enough for you?"

"No, take off everything."

Harriet stood before the men for a moment and then unfastened the back of her bra. It had numerous hooks holding the big melons in place. She held the big bra in place and said, "Nobody but my husband has seen these. Are you sure we can't do this in the dark? I will let you touch my breasts."

Johnson laughed and said, "I am going to touch them, but it is going to be in the office with everyone watching you getting felt up."

Harriett looked disappointed, but let her big bra come off of her boobs. The soft tits bounced around in front of her. All three men in the room made sounds as the big tits were revealed. Harriet stood in the middle of the room standing erect letting three men see her topless. Her nipples were hard.

"Let's see that pussy!" Johnson moaned as he openly stared at her monstrous tits. 

"Please watch your language," Harriet said as she slid the panties down and once again stood tall in the center of the room.

"I cannot wait to fuck this bitch!" moaned Johnson as he quickly pulled off his clothes.

Harriet looked disgusted by Johnson's language, but she saw the second penis of her life when Johnson pulled down his underwear. His cock was fairly long, but extremely thick. It was bigger and much thicker than the penis of her husband. It was also hard.

Johnson walked directly in front of Harriet and grabbed both of her big tits in his chubby hands. Harriet had never had her breasts fondled by anyone but her husband. It was exciting and disgusting. She was surprised that she actually found it exciting even though she was completely embarrassed to have her breasts groped in public. Her nipples got very hard.

After a few minutes of squeezing Harriet's tits, Johnson said, "Get on your knees bitch and suck my cock!"

"Excuse me?" said Harriet. "I agreed to have sex with you to save my daughter, but I never agreed to perform deviant sex acts for you. I would never do anything like that. I have never done anything like that with my husband and I certainly won't with you."

Johnson continued to rub her boobs, but looked at her incredulously and said, "Come on. We all know you have sucked your husband's dick. Now suck mine." 

"I have never done anything like that and don't intend to start now! No respectable lady would put her mouth on a man's thing. I am not a common prostitute."

Johnson laughed and said, "I knew your daughter was hot, but I didn't know you considered her to be a whore!"

Donna cringed.

"Take that back!" said Harriet. "My darling daughter is a nice girl who has been abused by you animals."

Johnson laughed again and turned toward the chair where Donna was being groped by Dillard and said, "Donna, come over here, get on your knees and show your momma how you suck cock."

Tears welled up in Donna's eyes as she said, "No, please don't make me do that! Please, Mr. Johnson!"

"I guess you can refuse and I will send some interesting videos to your father and your pastor, among others."

Harriet looked on in surprise as Donna got off of Dillard's lap and got on her knees in front of the obese store manager, Johnson. Donna turned to her momma and said, "Sorry, Momma."

Harriet then said, "No, don't do it!" as Donna slipped her lips around the fat head of Johnson's hard cock. She was soon bobbing her head on Johnson's thick shaft. Donna was wishing that the earth would swallow her up to end the humiliation.

Johnson touched the back of Donna's head and said, "Take it deep, Donna." Donna opened her mouth wider and took the thick cock down to the base. Tears were streaming down her face.

Johnson moaned as Donna sucked. He turned to Harriet and said, "Look at this, Mrs. Kelly. Your daughter sucks cock like a common whore!"

Donna was dying inside as she sucked away on the fat man's cock.

Johnson laughed, looked at Harriet and said, "I guess your little girl forgot to tell you that she was caught on camera sucking Mr. Reasoner's cock at the Christmas party. Ask her about getting her face and tits covered in cum. It is a great film. You would be amazed at what your daughter will do."

Harriet was sick to her stomach watching her precious child sucking away on a cock. She let out a long sigh. About that time, Rick Dillard came up behind Harriet and grabbed both of her big breasts. She gasped and her nipples became hard as a rock as the handsome young man rubbed her boobs from behind. Then, he swung her around and kissed her. Harriet had not been kissed like that in years and wanted to melt into his arms. She could not believe she was naked in another man's arms and was enjoying it. 

Harriet was feeling hot and sexy. She surprised herself by pulling away from Dillard for a second and then lifting her chest and pressing her large breasts against his chest. She used to do that for her husband and he loved to feel her big breasts on his chest as they kissed.

After a few minutes of kissing, Dillard said, "Mrs. Kelly, get on your knees and help me take off my pants."

Harriet slipped to her knees in front of Dillard and started unbuckling his belt and removing his pants. She was very excited. She hated that she was very excited, but she could not help it. She felt tingly between her legs and her nipples were hard as they could be.

Dillard thanked her as he stepped out of his pants. Then, he said, "Pull my underwear down, Mrs. Kelly."

Harriet could barely breathe as she reached for the top of Dillard's boxers and pulled them down slowly. As the boxers came down, Dillard's big hard cock sprang out and was aimed right at Harriet's face. She had never seen a cock as big as Dillard's cock. She had never seen a cock as beautiful as Dillard's cock. She was overwhelmed and actually thought she might faint.

Harriet wanted Dillard and wanted him badly. However, she did not want to act like she wanted to have sex with a blackmailer in front of the others.

Harriet got up on her feet. As she did her heavy breasts swayed from side to side. She moved close to Dillard and whispered in his ear, "Order me to have sex with you. I will do it for you."

Dillard said, "Please get back on your knees in front of me, Mrs. Kelly."

Harriet looked at her daughter with a thick cock in her mouth and at Reasoner who was watching her every move. She then looked back at Dillard and tried to think of a way to satisfy him without completely losing her dignity. She got back on her knees and noticed how her breasts jiggled and swayed as she moved. She found it embarrassing and was surprised to find that it excited her.

About then, Johnson said, "Donna, tell your momma what you are doing."

Donna pulled her mouth off of Johnson's cock and said, "Please, Mr. Johnson! Don't make me do that in front of my mother."

As Donna quickly put Johnson's cock back in her mouth, Johnson said, "Tell her what you are doing, cunt!"

Donna started to whimper as Harriet said, "Please don't speak disrespectfully to my daughter or me."

"Your daughter is the one being disrespectful by refusing to tell you what she is doing even though I have told her to do it twice." Then he grabbed Donna's head, jammed his cock in her mouth and said, "Tell your momma what you are doing, bitch!"

Donna heard a gasp from her mother and then quickly pulled her mouth off of Johnson's fat cock and said, "Momma, I am sucking Mr. Johnson's penis."

"Come on, Donna! Say it like I taught you!" said Johnson.

"Donna sat silently on her knees for a moment or two with a hard cock in her face and then reluctantly said, "Momma, I am sucking his cock. . . . I am a cocksucker."

Harriet was embarrassed for her sweet little daughter.

Then, Johnson rammed his cock back into Donna's mouth and said, "Now tell us you are a cocksucker with a cock in your mouth!"

Donna hesitated a minute and then mumbled incoherently with the dick in her mouth, "I am a cocksucker."

Johnson seemed pleased and Harriet was disgusted by the fat store manager. Harriet hoped that she only had to have sex with Dillard and could avoid contact with the crude obese blackmailer.

Harriet looked up a Dillard's handsome face from her place on her knees and wondered what he wanted her to do. She hoped that she could retain some small amount of her dignity in this process. She had already let strangers see her naked and did not know if she could stand much more humiliation.

Dillard looked at her and said softly, "Go ahead, Mrs. Kelly."

"Go ahead with what?"

"Give me a blowjob like your daughter is doing."

"I don't know how to do that. I have never done it. It looks disgusting to me."

"Really? Never?"

"Never!"

"You should try it, Mrs. Kelly," said Dillard. "You may like it. I think your daughter does."

Harriet was embarrassed at even the thought, but she was excited about the look of Dillard's penis and wanted to please him if she could. She said very quietly, "Okay, tell me what to do."

Dillard smiled and said, "Start by kissing my cock."

She gave it a quick peck on the head. She was very pleased with herself.

"Now, lick the head."

Harriet slowly put her tongue up to the cock and started to slowly lick the big hard head of Dillard's cock. The head was big and very well defined.

Johnson looked over and yelled, "Look at the church lady licking a cock! I knew she was a whore!"

Harriet was appalled. She jumped up, said, "I cannot do this," and ran for the door of the office.

She sat in a chair in the hallway and cried.

A moment later, Mr. Reasoner came out of the office with Dillard close behind. Reasoner knelt down beside the busty farm wife, sent Dillard back to the office and said, "You have to do this for Donna. You have to help us get away from that creep. I am afraid that the poor girl will be stuck with him for life if we don't do something right now. I am also afraid I will never get rid of them."




Groped at the Company Party Ch. 05



Through her tears, Harriet said, "I cannot stand that creature. He is evil and unbelievably mean!"

Reasoner said, "I know. I can't believe my company hired him. We just have to do whatever we have to do to end this blackmail."

After a few minutes of crying and consoling, Harriet agreed to come back to the office.

When she reentered the office, she saw Johnson fucking Donna from behind. Donna was bent over the arm of a couch and big, fat Johnson was humping her from behind. Donna was gasping and moaning as he pounded her. Donna's beautiful boobs were bouncing with each thrust.

Donna could not make eye contact with her mother as she did this.

Harriet returned to Dillard and kissed him. Dillard seemed like a nice guy. She could not imagine how he got hooked up with Johnson.

Johnson said to Reasoner, "Hey, Mr. Reasoner, Donna's mouth is empty. Why don't you strip down and stick your cock in her mouth while I fuck her!"

Harriet gasped in shock. Reasoner tried to refuse, but Johnson threatened to share the videos from the Christmas party with his wife if he did not do as he was told.

Reasoner reluctantly removed his clothes and walked across the office. Harriet noticed that the silver haired executive had the largest penis in the group. He went to the couch where Donna was being fucked and positioned his cock in front of Donna's face. He apologized to Donna as he stuck his cock in her mouth. She started sucking it hard.

Harriet felt warmly toward Mr. Reasoner. She felt that if someone had to have a penis in her daughter's mouth, she was glad it was Mr. Reasoner. Despite his misgivings about participating in the sex with Donna, Reasoner's dick was soon hard as a rock in Donna's mouth.

Harriet thought that the obese Johnson looked like one of their bulls breeding a cow back home. The only trouble was that her daughter was the one being bred.

Donna felt like a total and complete slut as she sucked a cock while being fucked from behind. She concentrated on sucking Reasoner's dick so that she did not have to think about the embarrassing position she was in. She also tried to forget that her mother was watching.

Harriet was letting Dillard feel her up as they kissed. Harriet was getting very excited. She moaned quietly as Dillard rubbed her giant tits and pussy. She whispered to Dillard, "I will put your thing in my mouth again if you want."

Dillard looked at her with surprise and said, "Get on your knees Mrs. Kelly!"

Harriet got on her knees again feeling submissive and sexy. "You will have to tell me what you want me to do."

"Suck my dick!"

"I am sorry, but I don't know how."

"Put my dick in your mouth."

Harriet opened her mouth widely and put the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Watch the teeth, please!"

She quickly took her mouth off of his cock and said, "I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No, just be careful. Now put it back in your mouth."

Harriet put the long cock back in her mouth a little further than last time. She closed her lips around the cock. It tasted better than she would have thought possible. Even though she thought putting a penis in her mouth was a perverted act, she was actually enjoying the taste and the feel. She could see how a man would like this. She was scared about what would happen when the sperm came out.

Harriet stayed there with the dick in her mouth and wondered what else she was supposed to do. She noticed that Donna bobbed her head up and down on Johnson's penis, but she did not want to do anything wrong. She also noticed that Donna somehow put the whole thing in her mouth. She could see how a man would like that, but she was afraid to try. 

Harriet wondered if her friends from church put penises in their mouths. She also wondered how her daughter had learned how to do this so well.

Dillard enjoyed the sight of the busty married woman with his cock in her mouth for a few minutes and then said, "Suck it, Mrs. Kelly! Suck it hard!"

Dillard loved it when he saw Mrs. Kelly's cheeks indent as she started sucking on his hard cock. He could feel the suction and loved the view. He noticed Donna taking a quick look at her mother with a hard cock in her mouth.

All on her own, Harriet decided to try to take more of Dillard's cock into her mouth. She wanted to try to do this right. So, she started slowly taking more and more of Dillard's cock into her mouth. She slowly took it deeper and deeper.

Johnson looked over and said, "God, she looks like such a nasty whore!

Harriet could not comment with a hard cock deep in her mouth. She actually had the thought that she probably did look like a nasty whore and she sort of liked it. Just having these thoughts embarrassed her and made her feel submissive to the man she was sucking.

As Mrs. Kelly was learning how to suck a cock, Johnson was pounding Donna from behind. He was sweating and puffing as he humped the young girl. He was making loud grunts and groans as he fucked her. Donna thought sure he was about to cum in her. 

However, rather than cum in Donna's pussy, Johnson told Reasoner to switch positions. Johnson had Donna get on the floor on all fours with Reasoner behind her and Johnson in front of her face. Reasoner entered Donna from behind. It was the biggest cock she had ever had. She could not take it all at first despite being stretched out by Johnson's fat cock. Donna loved the feeling.

Johnson was so horny he could barely control himself. He knelt in front of Donna's pretty face and said, "Suck that cock, you worthless whore!"

"Please don't call me names, Mr. Johnson. I will suck it for you."

"I have to call a cocksucking slut a cocksucking slut! It looks like dick sucking runs in your family!"

Donna started to say something when Johnson grabbed her head with both hands and jammed his thick cock deep into her mouth. Whatever she was going to say was muffled by the hard dick entering her mouth and pumping in and out of throat.

Harriet wanted to say something to Johnson, but she did not want to take her mouth off of Dillard's hard dick.

Johnson screamed, "Suck it cunt! Suck it you worthless cocksucker!"

Donna sucked hard and felt herself cum as she was being fucked by Reasoner's big dick and insulted by Johnson. She was mad at herself for cumming, but could not help it. When Johnson figured out she was cumming, he could no longer control himself. 

He pulled his cock out of Donna's mouth and said, "Show your momma how you take cum, bitch"

Harriet pulled back from Dillard's dick and watched as Johnson screamed and shot cum all over Donna's face and hair. She was dripping cum off of her face.

"Lick it up, cunt!" said Johnson.

Donna started feeding the cum off of her face and the floor into her mouth. Harriet could not believe her daughter was eating sperm. However, she thought that she may be doing that soon.

Mr. Reasoner was extremely excited watching Donna cum and eat Johnson's cum. He was fucking Donna harder and deeper than ever. She was moaning as he did.

Johnson saw him getting close and said, "Reasoner, go cum in her momma's mouth. She need some cum!"

Reasoner quickly got up and walked to where Harriet was on her knees sucking Dillard's dick. She took Dillard's dick out of her mouth and said, "I don't know about that, Mr. Johnson. . . . " 

Just then, Reasoner grabbed her head and directed it to the tip of his big cock. He pressed it to her lips and she took the big cock in her mouth. She liked Mr. Reasoner and wanted to help him. Then, he said, "Sorry, Mrs. Kelly!" as he exploded in her mouth.

Harriet gagged on the mouthful of cum. Some of it ran out of her mouth and down her chin. She swallowed as fast as she could once she recovered from gagging. She liked the sweet taste of his cum and liked the fact that a man she respected had cum in her mouth. He shot more and more cum in her mouth and she swallowed as much as she could. She was trying her best to please the man who was saving her daughter.

Dillard was excited watching Mrs. Kelly take her first load of cum from a big hard dick. As soon as she finished swallowing Reasoner's cum, Dillard shouted, "Open your mouth, Mrs. Kelly! I have more for you!"

With Reasoner's cum still running down her chin on to her massive boobs, she turned to Dillard and tried to position her mouth in front of his stiff cock. She had obviously never been so close to so many cocks. She was about to cum. 

The first shot from Dillard hit her in the forehead, nose and eyes. It burned, but she was mostly afraid she had messed up by not catching the cum in her mouth. She frantically tried to catch the cum in her mouth as Dillard blasted her face. She finally just put the cock in her mouth and started sucking the sperm directly into her mouth as he came.

Cum ran down Harriet's face and dripped onto her big tits as she sucked the rest of the cum out of Dillard's cock. When Dillard had quit coming, Harriet began to scoop up the cum with her fingers and fingernails and feed it into her mouth. It was extremely sexy to see her scoop the cum off of her big tits and eat it.

After she recovered a little, Harriet stood up and assumed that they were through. She smiled at her daughter and said, "We did it!" 

Donna looked behind her and said, "Maybe not just yet, Momma. Mr. Johnson likes to shoot his sperm twice most of the time with me."

Harriet looked behind her and saw the obese store manager with his cock hard and a big smile on his face. "She is right, Mrs. Kelly. I want to fuck you now. Lay on the couch with your legs spread and I will fuck your brains out."

"Please don't use profanities in front of us, sir," said Harriet.

"Shut the fuck up and spread your legs, you pompous skank!"

He turned to Donna and said, "Donna, I want you to lick my balls as I fuck your mother."

"Yes, sir," said Donna.

Reasoner and Dillard sat in chairs watching as Harriet got up and took a seat on the couch still covered in cum. She did not look very happy at the prospect of having sex with the crude blackmailer. However, she knew she had to endure this to set her daughter free. "Does my daughter really have to watch this?" Harriet asked.

Johnson said, "Yeah, she does. She should have a really good view of her momma getting fucked as she licks my balls."

Harriet felt disgusted as she asked Johnson, "What do you want me to do?"

"Spread your legs, bitch!"

Harriet slowly and reluctantly spread her legs. She felt completely exposed. 

Johnson made her feel worse by laughing and saying, "A stuck-up, Sunday school teaching bitch with big giant tits and a big hairy wet pussy covered in cum! My favorite!"

Johnson grabbed Harriet's legs, spread them wider and put his fat body between her legs. Harriet felt nauseous as he moved her body in position to enter her. All she could see was his huge belly and his big chubby face. 

Johnson rammed his big fat cock into Harriet. His cock was much, much thicker than the only cock Harriet had ever felt. It took her breath away. It hurt and felt great at the same time. 

Johnson turned to the men watching and said, "This is one tight pussy. You need to try it before we cut her loose!"

Harriet did not want to act as if she enjoyed sex with the disgusting fat man, but she had never felt anything like his thick cock inside her. The pleasure and the pain were wonderful. Harriet felt like she might orgasm soon. She always did when she had sex with her husband.

Then Johnson rammed his cock all the way into Harriet's pussy and said, "Now, lick those balls Donna!"

Harriet was disgusted that this animal would make her little girl lick his testicles when he was deep inside of her. She was panting from having the thick dick in her and was slow to speak up.

Then, Harriet heard Johnson moan and say, "That's it. Lick those balls baby!"

Harriet could feel him press harder and harder into her as Donna licked his balls. Harriet again thought about an orgasm despite her displeasure with Johnson.

Then, Johnson pushed them to a new disgusting limit. He said, "Okay, Donna, now lick my ass as I fuck your mother!"

Harriet started slapping the fat man fucking her and screamed, "No, you filthy pig! You can't make my daughter do your nasty perverted acts!"

"Lick my ass Donna or plan on getting fucked tomorrow at work."

"No!" screamed Harriet.

"I have to end this Momma," said Donna.

Donna climbed behind the huge bottom of the fat man and started slurping away at his crack. 

"That's it girl! Lick my ass as I fuck your nasty momma!"

Donna licked his ass. It didn't really taste as bad as she would have thought, but the concept was totally disgusting to her. 

"Stick your tongue up my ass, Donna. That's it! Deeper baby!"

Johnson smiled as he fucked Harriet and said, "Mrs. Kelly, tell your daughter that you and her father are very proud of her!

Harriet refused to acknowledge Johnson. Donna was totally humiliated. 

"Tell your daughter you are proud of her as she sticks her tongue up my ass!"

"No!"

"I thought you were proud of your little girl!"

"I am."

"Stick that tongue in deeper Donna! Your momma is proud of you!"

To Harriet he said, "You did a great job raising a girl who will lick a man's ass while he fucks her nasty mother."

Harriet wanted to respond, but she was afraid he would make them do something even more disgusting. Johnson started to fuck her faster and harder. 

"Lick my ass, Donna! Lick my ass!"

Donna tried her best to lick his big ass as he pumped her mother. He was panting and sweating as he fucked Donna's momma.

Harriet was trying to resist cumming. The thick cock felt good, but she did not want to give Johnson the satisfaction. 

Then, Harriet heard Donna say, "Oh, are you turned on again Mr. Reasoner?"

Reasoner stood next to her with his big cock sticking straight out in front of him. He looked sheepish as he said, "This is embarrassing Donna, but I have never seen a beautiful girl do anything like that before."

Donna said quietly, "Do you want me to do it to you, sir?"

"Yes, if your mother doesn't mind."

Harriet was listening and felt so grateful for what Reasoner was doing for them, she wanted to do anything he wanted. Besides, this was the first thing he had requested from them. Harriet said as she was being fucked, "Yes, dear. Do whatever Mr. Reasoner wants."

Reasoner sat on the couch next to Harriet and pulled his legs up in a position similar to the position Harriet was in as Johnson was fucking her. Reasoner's long cock was stiff as a board and stuck straight up. He could see Harriet's huge jugs heaving and bouncing as Johnson fucked her.

Donna got on her knees in front of Reasoner, grabbed his hard cock in her hand and buried her face in his ass. She started immediately sticking her tongue as far as she could up his ass. Reasoner gasped and said breathlessly, "Oh, my God!"

Harriet was watching her young daughter stick her tongue up a man's ass. Reasoner saw her looking and said, "I am sorry, but I have never seen anything so sexy in my life!"

Harriet smiled at him and Donna said, "Thank you." 

Reasoner could not believe that a sexy young girl was thanking him for complimenting her on how she licked his ass.

Reasoner looked down at the pretty hair of Donna as she plunged her tongue up his ass. He said, "Donna, if you don't mind, could you alternate between my ass and my cock?"

"Yes, sir!"

Then, the pretty girl started slurping on his hard cock for a minute and then returning to his ass. Harriet watched her daughter lick ass and suck cock as Johnson pounded her with his big fat cock. Donna sucked the big cock deep when she was on the cock. She buried her tongue deep up his ass when she had her face in his ass. 

Finally, Reasoner yelled, "I'm cumming!" while Donna had her tongue in his ass. He shot his cum straight up in the air and it landed on Donna's head and back. Donna quickly put his cock in her mouth and swallowed the rest of his cum. 

Harriet was so excited watching Reasoner and her daughter, she came. She was moaning and squealing as she came. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm.

Finally, Johnson screamed and filled Harriet's pussy with cum.

Johnson rolled off of Harriet and tried to catch his breath. Harriet was covered in Johnson's sweat and the cum of the other two men. Donna had cum in her hair and in her mouth. Harriet stood up and helped her daughter off of the floor. She hugged her and said, "It is all over now, baby! You are free from these creeps."

The busty women quickly got dressed and got ready to leave. As they were leaving, Harriet asked Reasoner when he was going to pay the million dollars. 

Reasoner looked at the other men, laughed and said, "Given the video we have of you two tonight, I don't think I will be paying anyone anything. Donna needs to report for work tomorrow at one if she doesn't want us to share the video. We will be in touch with you too, Mrs. Kelly."



Groped at the Company Party



Donna turned back to me and with a humiliated look on her face said, "I had never had a man talk to me like that, so I said, 'Yes sir, I will suck it for you.'" 

Donna continued, "Then, I saw how big and hard his penis was now that it was right in my face. So I said, 'Mr. Reasoner, I have never sucked one this big. I don't know if I can get it all in my mouth.'" 

Donna then said, "Mr. Reasoner told me to try my best and that I could do it if I try. So, I sucked it. I tried my very best since he was expecting me to swallow the whole thing like I did with my fist. I tried and tried and finally got my lips to the base of his big penis. This is embarrassing to say, but I knew I had done it when I could feel his testicles on my chin." 

Donna asked if she had to continue and Mr. Reasoner quickly said that she did. I felt like throwing up. 

She looked at me apologetically and said, "Mr. Reasoner got very excited and then asked if he could titty fuck me like my boyfriend does. I said yes or at least tried to say yes with his big penis still in my mouth!" All of the executives laughed at that. 

"So he put his penis between my breasts and I sucked on the head. Before long, Mr. Reasoner told me he was cumming. I usually swallow a guy's sperm when I suck a penis, but he pulled his penis out of my mouth and ejaculated all over my breasts, face and hair." 

Donna was blushing and looking at the ground as she talked about sucking Mr. Reasoner's dick and letting him cum all over her. I felt sick to my stomach and weak in the knees. However, there was more. 

Donna said, " Mr. Reasoner had me lick the sperm off of my breasts and face. He then got dressed, went out of the office to get a towel and brought back his secretary to help me get the sperm out of my hair." 

Donna looked embarrassed as she said, "It was humiliating for the secretary to see what I had been doing. I was still naked and covered in sperm. I tried to cover myself, but it was pretty obvious what I had been doing. The secretary was a nice lady and she helped me get the sperm out of my hair and clean up my breasts and face. Then we came back out here."

The executives were silent and smiling as they listened to Donna's story. They started cheering loudly and congratulating Mr. Reasoner as soon as she finished. Mr. Reasoner had a smug look on his face. 

Donna could not stop blushing and said she felt like a whore. 

I felt totally humiliated, but my cock was hard as a rock. I sort of liked the idea that my girlfriend had acted like a whore in public. I couldn't be too mad at Donna since I had asked her to tell me in front of all these people and I was the idiot who brought up her blowjobs. I felt like Mr. Reasoner had totally humiliated both of us. 

The other executives were asking Donna to come to their offices and I think she might have gone with them, but I grabbed her hand and took her to my car. 

In the car, I kissed her passionately forgetting that she had just swallowed another man's cum until I tasted it in her mouth.



Groped Ch. 02



I sat there looking at my phone for almost an hour before I finally worked up the nerve to text her. And even then I half-way hoped she wouldn't respond. Something was wrong with me I knew. This woman, a complete stranger, had come up to me at the carnival the other day and groped me in public. I should have hated it. I should have screamed and called the cops. Instead I handed her my bra, nearly creamed my panties, and kept quiet. I hadn't even told my boyfriend about it.

Well, ex-boyfriend now. I ended up breaking up with him later that same day. I told him it was just because I didn't see any future with him. I'd actually been planning on breaking up with him before that day...but I couldn't ignore the timing. Part of me was afraid that that woman had something to do with it. I was afraid that some small part of me wanted to dump him not for my own reasons, but to clear the way so I could be with her. That thought terrified me beyond anything else. 

Me: "Hi there"

After about 20 minutes of waiting I thought I had gotten a lucky break. I hoped that she wouldn't text me back; that she'd given me the wrong number, that something would stop this train wreck that I instinctively knew was coming. But then my phone chirped...

Her: "Hello. Who's this?"

What did I say to that? "hey I'm the girl you molested last week"; "Hey I'm the one whose live you threw into chaos by grabbing my ass"; "Hi there I'm Ashley"?

Me: "We met at the carnival the other day."

What was that? That's probably the worst way I could have possibly responded to that. Would she even know what I was talking about? She probably met lots of people at the carnival. Really met people, not like she met me. Actually met and talked to people instead of just groping them.

Her: "You're gonna have to be more specific. I met lots of people there."

I knew it. how do I describe it though. If I tell her I was the one she molested and I couldn't get her out of my head she might get the wrong impression. I'm not a lesbian after all. At most I'm bi-curious.

Me: "You grabbed my butt."

There. That was OK. From that she'd probably think I'm mad at her and that I'm texting to confront her about it. That's better than her thinking I'm some sort of depraved slut right?

Her: "You're still gonna have to be more specific. That applies to a lot of girls."

What? Really? How many girls did she grope at that carnival? I assumed I was the only one. But that's stupid of me. Why would she only grope me and no one else? I'm hot but not that much hotter than everyone around me. She probably does this to hundreds of girls all the time. I'm not special. She doesn't even remember me.

Me: "I uhh...gave you my bra..."

That should jog her memory. But is that what I want? Why am I trying so hard to remind this girl about me? Nothing good will come of this. I can feel it.

Her: "Getting warmer. Color?"

SERIOUSLY? How many girls just give away their bras to random strangers at a carnival?

Me: "Orange..."

Her: "Oh yeah I remember you now. You're the one with the small tits and flabby ass right?"

WHAT THE FUCK?!?! WHO DOES THIS BITCH THINK SHE IS??? That doesn't describe me at all!

Does it? I mean I guess I could stand to lose a few pounds but I'm definitely not flabby. But then as I thought about it a little more. I'd gotten a very good look at her jean-clad butt the other day and she certainly didn't have any flab there. Hers was tight and firm and head-turning. I guess compared to hers mine was just a little bit flabby. But it isn't really my fault though. I hardly have time to study and hold down a job, I have no time to workout.

But saying my tits are small? There's no way she can justify that. Her tits were tiny. She's probably like a B cup, maybe even an A cup if there was a lot of padding. I'm a C.

Me: "That doesn't sound like me. I'm a C cup."

Maybe she just has me confused with another girl she groped at the carnival that gave her their orange bra...

Her: "Really? Coz I gave them a squeeze and they didn't feel very big."

Shit. I forgot about that part. Maybe I can bluff her. I'm pretty sure I cut the tag off that one, maybe she won't notice...

Me: "Well you have my bra. Just look at it."

Hopefully she won't notice the padding...

Her: "What? You think I still have it? I traded it to some greasy guy for some cotton candy"

WHAT? She traded it for cotton candy? Seriously? I just assumed she kept at as a prize, like a trophy or something. How could she fucking trade it?

Me: "Why would you do that? That was my favorite bra. And it was expensive!"

There, now she'll feel guilty. It's past time I got back on balance in this conversation and put HER on the defensive. 

Her: "Oh really? Then why did you hand it over to a stranger?"

This wasn't working at all. Everything I said just seemed to be digging me into a deeper hole with this girl. My first impulse was to reply with some hot tempered "Shut up" or something equally eloquent. I stamped that down pretty fast though. I realized that I wasn't going to come out on top talking to this girl and I'm not big on losing. I decided to just not reply at all. She can't make me say something stupid if I don't say anything at all. She'll probably get bored and delete my messages after about an hour.

No such luck.

Her: "Cat got your tongue?"

Don't rise to the bait. She's just trying to get a rise out of you. Just ignore her and she'll go away. The next message was longer and she'd obviously put a lot of thought into it and taken some time to type it all out.

Her: "Listen here fat ass, you texted Me remember. Don't you DARE ignore me now! You may not know it yet but I know exactly why you texted me. You realize a simple truth. I'm better than you. It's not rocket science really. It should be obvious to anyone who looks at us both. I'm as near to perfect as humanly possible. I'm beautiful, athletic, smart, funny, and outgoing. People worship the ground I walk on as they should. And you're no exception. You texted me because you want to worship me. Don't chicken out now. If you behave I MIGHT even let you worship me."

I was completely blown away by that. The sheer arrogance of it. How could she possibly think I wanted to worship her? I wasn't even a lesbian. I only texted her because...because...

I couldn't remember. I was sure I had a good reason before I texted her but now I wasn't so sure. I'd wanted to confront her but I had no idea to what end. I hadn't expected an apology or anything. I hadn't wanted to make her feel bad or anything like that. Why had I messaged her?

I wrestled with that question for quite a while. Probably another hour before I had finally worked through all the scenarios in my head. And the only one that seemed to make any sense was the one she said. Even at the carnival I thought she was smoking hot. I acknowledged that she was prettier than me and in better shape. I didn't actually know if she was smarter than me but from our conversation she kept making me feel like an idiot and she always seemed to come out on top. It didn't prove anything but I figured that probably made her at least a little bit smarter than me.

But I still didn't like it. I replied with the only thing I could think of that might save a little bit of my dignity.

Me: "Maybe you're right."



Groped in Japan



Hello Sweetie

The trip is great so far and today it became even better... in a really weird way. I love email and the ability to write this stuff to you instantly, without anyone seeing it. I am writing today's events in detail because it was such a wild experience I just had to write it word for word so You can appreciate it all.

Japan is incredibly busy with millions of people everywhere. I barely remember walking into the crowded shoe store, but unknowingly at the time, must have made an impression on the sales rep. I tried on a few pairs and he went well out of his way to help me, constantly checking me out during the process. I was wearing a new pair of jeans I bought yesterday. They are made from stretch material which fit tight around every curve, and for $300 they should, right?

My white blouse may have been unbuttoned a tad too far, but you know we have boobs for a reason: so men can admire us. 

I bought one pair of shoes and looked around a little longer and courteously thanked the clerk for his assistance. I smiled and he thanked me as I departed the store. I walked a few blocks to the subway entrance for the 15 minute ride to my hotel.

I had just stepped onto the subway stairs when I heard a voice say hello. Instinctively I turned not seeing anyone familiar when I heard it again. It was the clerk from the shoe store. I was a little stunned and he handed me my credit card. "Oh my God!" I yelled. (I couldn't believe I had left it behind). I thanked him and took my card. He smiled and explained he was happy to have caught up with me. He accompanied me down the stairs as I stared curiously. He said he was heading home and his car was parked a few subway stops along.

It must have been rush hour, for I cannot remember that many people in one place at on time. The train arrived and I felt as if I was magically being guided into the car. I had lost sight of the clerk, but could not move for the people. I stood as the train began to move with no fear of falling, but did realize how sardines must feel.

After a few minutes I heard the familiar voice of the shoe clerk as he made his presence known to me. He was directly behind me, but the congestion of passengers made it impossible for me to turn around. Slightly turning my head I said hello. He spoke about the shoes I had purchased and that I had made a good deal. I nodded with my back to him. We came to a stop and people were shuffling. I was still not able to turn around and just as I wondered if he was still there I suddenly felt his hands on my waist. Quite surprised, I shrugged, but there was little I could do. Slowly has hand moved along the outside of my upper thighs caressing them as they made their way down below my buttocks. A moment later I felt his hand reach around to my front and his finger pressed hard against the camel toe in my jeans.

I looked down but was unable to see his motions and closed my eyes as he slowly, yet firmly massaged my love button. I felt his other hand reach up and somehow unbutton my blouse. I looked, but all I could see was his sleeve pressed between me and the woman in front of me. His fingers slipped inside my bra and I felt his hand squeeze my boob. I moaned softly, curious if anyone around had caught onto what was happening. 

It was not long until his other hand slid up and unbuttoned the top of my jeans. I felt his boyish finger (I was certain he was not older than 22) slide against my wetness and he expertly massaged my honeypot. 

Somehow he managed to move his hand further down and insert a finger into my opening. I moaned and he squeezed my breast harder, at the same time fingering me deeper. He took his hand away from my boob and I could feel him repositioning, never once stopping his fingering action in my womanhood. 

I felt his hand against mine and he took my wrist and pulled it back. A moment later my hand came in touch with a strange sensation. I gasped when I realized his penis was exposed and quite hard. Embarrassingly I glanced around, but I appeared to be oblivious to anyone nearby. I wrapped my hand around his member and squeezed. I could feel him moaned and was so turned on I thought I might reach an orgasm. He began fingering my pussy with more concentration. 

My hand slid back and forth along his shaft and I could feel him tremble. He moaned as he came and I was very close, but selfishly he removed his hand from my breasts and stopped fingering. Nervously and quite frustrated I tried to look around. "Later," he whispered and I wondered what he had in store. The train came to a stop and as people shuffled out I was able to discreetly zip and button my jeans.

I realized I had missed my stop and was finally able to turn around, as many people had left the train. The clerk stood back and smiled. I was unsure whether to slap him for what he had done, slap him for leaving me hanging or hug him. I did neither, instead explaining that I had missed my stop. He smiled and said his car was at the next station. He would be glad to give me a lift. I assumed he had planned this and that was what 'later' had meant.

The train stopped and we left the station. I was somewhat apprehensive, but quite amorous, to the point where I was willing to take a little risk. He had after all been quite polite in the store and he did return my credit card. We walked to the parking lot and he explained how he had parked far away, because the lot was full.

Most of the cars were gone and he headed in the direction of a small import sitting by itself. Politely he opened the passenger side and I stepped in. It was small with little room, but that did not matter. I waited for him to make a move but all he did was start the car.

I said nothing and asked him to drop me at the hotel. We left the parking lot and drove through hectic traffic toward my hotel. When we arrived in front of the hotel he thanked me. "For the shoes or my willingness in the subway?" I asked.

He turned and stared at me. "What do you mean by the subway?" he asked. I paused a moment and stared at him. "I was separated from you in the subway car," he said. "I only saw you when all the people cleared out.

I froze in my seat and I quickly stepped out. He muttered something and I remember saying good bye, but my mind was elsewhere. I walked through the lobby glancing at passerby thinking anyone of them could have been the stranger whom I unknowingly masturbated while he fondled me and almost brought me off. I was devastated, but turned on.

I went upstairs and fortunately the room was empty. I quickly undressed and masturbated to relieve the stress that had been building. 

Sorry to make this so long. I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss any details. Bye for now.



Groped While Showering



Summer 2014

I'm not going to really write these stories in a series, especially because I plan to write about past events. In order to avoid confusion I will write a date at the very top, and also in the descriptions, so you can keep track of certain events, if you wish. Now my husband and I aren't swingers per se, but we do like to have some fun. Anyways, here's my story. 

So my husband's friend, Peter, visited again. This event happened the weekend after he saw my husband Mark fondling me. Of course, Mark was drunk. He normally wouldn't do this in front of people we know. 

It was Friday night when Peter got in, and he was exhausted. Shortly afterwards we were all back in bed snoozing. This time I didn't undress with the light on. I was sleepy also and didn't have the energy. 

Saturday morning came and went, along with the afternoon, and we all decided to spend Saturday evening grilling outside. This is where I learned that Peter was driving back and forth between two towns for work during the week, and we were at a good stopping point for him along the way. 

Among the regular things we talked about back and forth, every now and then some naughty things would be brought up. My husband, having had a few too many already and knowing he didn't have to drive anywhere, started probing into Peter's sex life. 

"So what kind of women do you go for nowadays Peter? Don't tell me you're still after those double D long haired blondes," my husband asked Peter. 

"No, no, I'm done with them. I mean, I still like...you know, big tits and all, but I've been burned by too many to really want them anymore," Peter responded. 

"That's why I got myself this beauty here. Nice C's," to which he leaned over and tried groping my right boob, but me nit being distracted this time, was able to move away, "And an awesome ass," to which he slapped the side of my butt, causing a loud thwack to be heard. 

The way we were seated, my husband and I were sitting next to each other with him on my right. The table was between Peter and us as he was seated across from us. He didn't physically have a visual of Mark slapping my side, but I'm sure he made his own visual in his head. 

"I'd love to have a babe like her..." Peter blurted out. Both him and me got quiet, and I'm sure he was blushing just as much as I was. 

"Well too bad, I got her," Mark said. Then he got up to get the rest of the meat on the grill. 

Assuming that their conversation would continue its path, and also assuming my husband would try to get frisky again, I encouraged them to come inside so we could continue our conversation, blaming the insects as the reason why I wanted to come in. To my surprise, they both agreed. 

For a moment the convo changed to sports, then to cars, then for some reason my husband asked Peter if he had showered yet. I know he didn't the previous night, and I don't think he had this night either. 

I probably didn't describe them last time, but my husband is of latin descent also, and his friend looked to be white. Both were taller than me. I'd say Peter was a little less than 6' tall. Just slightly taller than my husband, who's about 5'9". Me, I'm just shy of 5'. 

Peter said that he hadn't showered yet and mentioned how he hates showering because it takes so long. That's when my husband gave a laugh also, and I already knew why and didn't even try to stop him from what he was about to say. 

He went on to tell Peter that I take forever showering, which I do. There's a certain ritual I go about. All the creams I put on and have to leave on so they can work. Like shortly after I go in I put on some cream on my face, and I completely cover it so I can't see a thing. While I'm waiting for it to work, though, I do spend time scrubbing my body. I scrub my legs, my arms, my tummy, and every other good in between. Then after I rinse that off, I do my hair, then after that I put another cream on my face. But this one I leave my eyes uncovered since I only have it on for a minute. 

Of course that's just the shower. Afterwards come the lotions, etc, etc. But in the shower alone I would say i can take upwards of 30 minutes. The norm would probably be 20 minutes. 

As my husband was explaining this to Peter, Mark was just smirking and laughing, while Peter was mostly smiling. Not sure if he found it amusing or if he was visualizing me showering. 

Then the convo went back to sports and eventually my husband brought up how he bought a kayak recently, and he asked Peter if he wanted to see it. Minutes later they went bounding down the steps through the basement and into the garage, closing the door behind them. 

Just as I was getting up I looked at the time and realized I should go shower, and just as that thought popped into my head I heard the door leading to the garage open up. Assuming it was my husband I shouted out that I was gonna go ahead and shower. I waited for a response and got none, so I assumed since the air condition was on he couldn't hear me and I went off to shower. 

The door to the garage is really quite loud when it opens and closes, and as long as I'm not showering or next to something else that makes a lot of noise, I can hear it. So I started to get undressed and, like always, turned the water on so it could warm up before I hopped in. But just before I did turn the water on I heard the door close again and assumed my husband had gone back out to the garage to talk to Peter some more. 

So I got in to shower and was getting my body completely wet (I just love feeling the water falling on my body) and then I grabbed my '5 min' cream and slathered it all over my face. The things a woman does to keep her youthful look. You men should appreciate it more. 

Oh, I should let you know that, one, without my glasses/contacts I'm blind as a bat, and two, our shower curtain is the kind that's see-through. Completely see-through plastic. Or vinyl, w/e. My husband likes it see-through. 

So there I am, with my face covered in my lotion and I have my eyes closed. About a minute has passed and I'm done scrubbing my legs and my butt, when I hear the curtain rustle. I would turn to look but there's no point. Then I felt a hand on my ass. Not on a cheek on the side but a bold hand going straight into my ass crack, and not stopping there either. It slipped between my wet butt cheeks and i could feel a finger probing around my butthole. And it felt good. 

"Omg, what if Peter sees him doing this," I thought to myself since I couldn't speak without getting some lotion in my mouth. Though our restroom is in our bedroom, and I'm sure Peter would respect not coming in here. Remembering that I once again felt safe and dropped my guard. 

But he kept pushing and probing around there. It's like he had this new sense of vigor. Then he pushed into my little rosebud. Being a smart girl, I relaxed it instead of clenching and just reveled in the pleasure from my husband's ministrations. 

"Ungh, oooh," I was able to moan without opening my mouth. Then it went knuckle deep, and I kinda fell forward and had to put my hands in front of me. This of course caused my ass to stick out and he continued softly probing around my asshole. I kinda hated it that he didn't rub my pussy, but I wasn't about to complain. 

Oddly enough he only used one hand. But it was a restless hand, and felt so good. Like it was massaging my anus. I wanted it to go deeper. I wanted it to be thicker. I wanted it to be veinier. I wanted it to have a mushroom head. 

You know, if I could've spoke. i would have told him to fuck me there and then, who cares if Peter is there. But I couldn't, so I didn't. Then just like that, the hand disappeared. The curtain closed, and the restroom door closed. 

Realizing I had lost track of time I decided to count two more minutes before removing the lotion. Then I continued my ritualistic shower. It was at the very end, when I put my last facial cream on that the restroom door opened. 

"Hey honey," Mark said, "didn't know you were gonna shower."

Odd, I thought. 

"Peter is showering also, so I hope you guys leave hot water for me."

Not that odd, but still, I thought. 

"Yeah, I told him I needed to walk the dogs a little, and he said he should probably shower so he came up. I thought you'd be watching TV," he continued. 

Quite odd, I though to myself. 

Did Peter just...he couldn't have. Could he? He's so shy. Right. Would he? 

Well, why wouldn't he? 

I mean, it's a good thing he did, right. That means I'm still desirable. 

But still. 

Oddly enough, I didn't feel violated. Actually, I was a little turned on. 

So I didn't mention anything to Mark. I finished getting ready like normal, but once again put on my spaghetti strap slightly see through white top without a bra on. Also, instead of my long, unsexy pjs I put on some sexy shorty shorts. What are they called, boy shorts? I just know they're small, and tight, and sexy. 

Then I waited downstairs in the basement, making sure my husband sat next to me on the couch. Again, Peter sat in the chair perpendicular to us, and could see anything we would do. Which is just what I wanted. 

They found some stupid action movie, and with only the light from the tv illuminating the room I leaned against my husband and then inched my hand down to his crotch. With my right hand I 'tried' to cover Peter's view of what I was doing as I fondled my husband's penis a little. 

In no time he got hard. It was when I fondled his balls that I leaned in more and whispered in his ear, "wanna go upstairs and fuck me in the ass?"

You know, I think if husbands who were about to run 5ks would have their wives waiting at the finish line completely bent over, world records would be set that day. 

Shoot, maybe the next time I want my husband to fix a leaky faucet I'll tell him as soon as it's fixed he can take me from behind, it would be done that very moment. 

So in no time flat were we headed up, him pulling me along. 

He was naked seconds after we got in, and didn't even bother to close the door. He was even a gentleman and grabbed the lube for my butt, and off we were to the races, me leaning over the bed as he poked his way to my rosebud. It felt so incredible as he forced his way in. Of course, I exaggerated my moans and even began to cry out, "Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me. Deeper, deeper. Yes! Yes!" all loud enough for Peter to hear, even if he did stay in the basement. 

"Yes"

"Yes!"

"Ungh!"

"Ooohh"

"Oh baby"

"Yes!"

"Fuck this ass of yours!!" I was able to shout just as he deposited his cum in me. Then I squeezed my butt, trying to milk him for whatever I could. 

Exhausted, he collapsed to my side. I decided to be even naughtier and didnt clean myself, but just but my shorts on, and went to the kitchen. I still had my shirt on since this was a quickie. 

When Mark waltzed out of our bedroom feeling like 'the man' I joined him as we went downstairs. Trying to look embarrassed and innocent, I huddled against my husband, and tried to hide by his side as we sat down. Of course my husband gave Peter glances and was smiling the whole time. Then he turned to the TV and asked Peter what he was watching. 

"I'm not sure," he said, "I wasn't paying attention."

"Well, that's alright. I'll find something," Mark stated. 

He ended up settling on some action thriller. 

After the movie I purposely got up before them and made a show of the stain left behind on the couch,pretending not to know what it was. Naturally, some cum ran out of my butt and stained the couch slightly. It's our old couch so we don't really care about it. Our good leather couches are upstairs. 

I made sure Peter saw me dip my finger into the sticky stuff and then I slowly brought it to my nose, sniffed it a little bit, before seductively dipping my finger into my mouth, and slowly pulling it out, sucking on it seductively as I stared into Peter's eyes. 

After removing it I made my eyes bulge out in surprise, and then 'whispered' in my husband's ears, "It's your cum, teehee," making sure I said it loud enough for Peter to hear. 

"I stained my shorts!" I whined. "Honey, I'm gonna have to take them off so I don't get dirtier," I said. 

"Well, go ahead," Mark replied. 

"I'm not doing it in front of Peter! Who, or what, do you think I am?" I cried back. 

"Fine, fine. But it's not like he hasn't seen butts and bushes before," Mark said. 

"Well, he hasn't, and won't, see my butt tonight. I'm not ready yet." I said back. Of course, I already knew Peter hadn't just seen my ass, but he fingered it also. I just wanted him to think I didn't know he did it. 

Then off they went upstairs to their respective bedrooms as I removed my shorts and cleaned up as much of the sperm mix that I could, leaving the heavier cleaning for the next day. 

I waited until lights were off, then strutted my way to our bedroom, which is at the end of the hallway and I have to pass right by the guest bedroom, which is where Peter was sleeping. As expected, his light was off but his door was open. But I didnt care, and strutted past, making sure to flex my cheeks with each step. 

Then I went straight to bed, where I again found my husband already snoozing.



Gropes 'n' Roses



It was Guns'n'Roses, 1989. We had the best seats in the house but neither of us knew just how good they'd turn out to be.

In fact, they weren't seats at all; we were in general admission in a standing area up against the barricade at the front of the stage. So close we could get splashed by the band's sweat. Being pressed up against the steel mesh meant there was nowhere to go once they'd started playing, and whoever we were next to we'd be getting pretty familiar with before the night was out. I remember looking around and being very grateful; there were gorgeous young women everywhere and, it turns out, you were one of them right in front of me. 

Do you remember the crush? As soon as that first note rang out we were pushed from behind, people scratching to get nearer the band. At first I tried to avoid pushing into you, but of course it was hopeless. As I was pushed against the back of you, I cast a cautious eye at your face to try to see your reaction. 

You didn't flinch, even though you couldn't have helped feel me behind you. Your ponytail flicked my face as the crowd swelled around us, and you would have felt my warm breath on the back of your neck. You were dressed for summer in a singlet and a loose, flaring cotton skirt, your lightly tanned shoulders highlighted by two sleek black bra straps poking from beneath the fabric of your top. Strands of your hair floated delicately around your neck as your ponytail bobbed in time to the music. I noticed a name bracelet on your arm....your name, I saw, was Matilda.

I tried to watch the band, but I couldn't. I was very aware of your firm body against me, separated only by a thin film of moistening fabric. As the crowd bobbed and lurched, you seemed reluctant at first to get too smothered but, as each song came and went, your willingness to allow the pressure to build between us made my pulse quicken. You must have felt my hard, throbbing cock pressed against your arse cheeks as we swayed along with the crowd. 

After a few songs, and with my dick now throbbing, I leaned forward and placed my hands on your hips, and, when you didn't resist, I gripped more firmly. I was now steering your pelvis against mine as we rocked and rolled along with the music, and I could feel your sweat beading on your arms and exposed neck. Your back arched and you moved in time with my movements, and those of the crowd. It was a coordinated, sweaty moment of pure pleasure.

I gripped your hips more tightly and began to roll them around. You took my cue and rubbed your arse against my groin. Your dress was pushed up against my jeans, exposing your thighs slightly, and you seemed to have lost any inhibitions. 

As the band slowed the pace, you leaned forward over the steel barricade to stretch your hand out towards the singer, Axl. Instinctively I looked down to see the fabric of your skirt rising up your thighs. My cock throbbed as your firm, pale skin was exposed to me and all those around me. Tentatively I placed a hand on the back of your thigh, midway between your knee and your arse. I watched to see if you would react; I thought I detected a slight but noticeable parting of your legs. 

My hand crept up your thigh, feeling the long firm cord of your hamstring. You turned your head slightly, as if interested to see if I'd continue. I kept inching up your leg until I reached the elastic leg band of your underwear. 

My hand stroked the firm, smooth curve of your arse. You turned and smirked a bit, clearly enjoying the careful groping. My hand gently rotated over your cheek, and I squeezed it slightly with every rotation. With each squeeze I edged my thumb further into your arse crack and gently pulled your cheeks apart. I could see this having an effect on you as you lifted your hips higher for me to get better access. You were now looking straight ahead, your concentration clearly fixed on what was going on under your skirt, rather than what was happening on stage.

Only now did I become aware of your friends next to you. They were eyeing me suspiciously, and watching you intently, apparently quite shocked at what was going on. Obviously this behaviour was out of character for you and I could see that they were waiting for the smallest indication of discomfort from you before intervening. But you weren't resisting, and, it seemed to them, were actually enjoying being probed. Their eyes were locked on the scene next to them, and their faces bore a more shocked look with each moment that passed. 

Knowing they were watching stirred my passion further, and my blood felt like it was boiling in my veins. I raised your skirt so that the underwear covering your arse cheeks was clearly visible, and observed their reaction as they watched this. They watched intently. I ran both my hands up the back of your legs and slid my fingers underneath the elastic leg bands of your undies. I clenched your cheeks more firmly this time, firm enough to leave red marks, and saw your head drop as you felt a surge of pleasure. I massaged your arse as the band played and your friends watched, until one became so concerned that she leaned forward. 

I saw her lean toward you and ask you something, perhaps whether you wanted them to get rid of the intrusive groper behind you. You shook your head no and, after a momentary look of confusion, she withdrew.

Your friends swapped glances wondering what to do while I continued to massage your arse. By this stage, others in the crowd had begun to catch on to what was going on and were trying to discreetly pry on the happenings. You were quite exposed but clearly so lost in the moment that it had no effect on you. 

I wasn't the only one who was turned on by now. I could feel several sets of eyes upon us as I massaged your firm, smooth arse. I glanced at your friends and smiled and, before they could do a damn thing about it, yanked your pink panties quickly down and around your knees, then quickly knelt and flipped them over your shoes and into my pocket. When I stood back up you had turned enquiringly on me as if you'd suddenly realised where you were and what you were doing, but clearly the excitement that was by now burning through your pussy overwhelmed your demureness. But your friends were appalled and alternated staring unbelievingly and averting their eyes. 

I chuckled to myself and admired your arse crack, so dark against the paleness of your cheeks and with just a few stray hairs within the crevice. It was such a sexy view and I leant back slightly to expose it to as many onlookers as possible. 

I used my thumbs deep into your crack to spread your cheeks apart. There was no coming back from here, now you were exposed to the crowd -- and your friends -- and the eyes of the crowd burrowed into you. They could see your pink young arsehole glistening in the lights with sweat and pussy juice. As I spread you further apart your glistening lips were exposed, almost red with excitement and shiny with juice, the white fluid of your excitement clearly visible. While the crowd watched, I rotated my thumb over your by now exposed hard clit. We could see your cheeks and holes clenching with excitement, your exposed slit betraying to the crowd the intensity of your excitement. 

By now I think your friends had conceded that you were happy to be probed and have your arse and cunt exposed to an eager crowd. The band played on, but around our little scene the band had been forgotten; all eyes were on your exposed slit, and my fingers that they knew were about to penetrate you.

I dipped my thumb deeply into your slippery cunt and rotated it so that it was soon coated and slick with juice. I took it out and replaced it with two fingers while I used my moist thumb to rub your arsehole at the same time. I could feel the squelch around my fingers that told me you were soaking, soaking wet, and I saw your back start to arch rhythmically in time to my finger fucking. I felt the walls of your cunt clenching my fingers that were now inside you up to my knuckles. 

The anxiety of your friends had disappeared. I glanced at them and noticed their eyes fixed on your arse, watching my fingers manipulate and penetrate you. They moved automatically with the rhythm of the crowd, but their focus was on you, and they were now eagerly watching you burst out of your comfort zone to enjoy this illicit pleasure. For their benefit, I used both hands to peel your slit apart, your slippery pink hole now exposed to them. Your arse cheeks were clenching and unclenching almost in time to the music, and it seemed like you were enjoying being so exposed amongst this crowd. 

I smiled at your friend and she grinned back. I gently slapped one of your arse cheeks and looked at her encouragingly to see what she would do. She took the bait and playfully slapped your other cheek. We both alternated between slapping and squeezing your spread, naked arse as the band strutted and blasted in front of us. The noise was so loud the slaps couldn't be heard, but they could certainly be felt, not only by you but by your friend and me. 

She suddenly seemed to realise what she was doing and withdrew her hand with a bit of a start. I chuckled. You were yelling but it was impossible for anyone to tell if you were yelling at the band or from the excitement of being violated in public.

I saw you briefly look back at me, and I realised you were not far away from cumming. I again thrust my fingers deeply inside you, and watched you lurch forward involuntarily. My thumb was now pressing on your arsehole, and my fingers slid in and out of you as the band increased their rhythm on 'Welcome to the Jungle'. 

I saw your hands gripping the barricade tighter and tighter, and your forearms flex as your body prepared to be overcome by orgasm. I worked my hand along, over and into your slit and the crowd around us was spellbound as they saw you starting to roll your head back and forward, your hair flying. Despite the din of the band, your screams and deep, long groans could clearly be heard by the crowd of friends and strangers who surrounded you. I saw your arse cheeks clench and release, clench and release, your head and hair roll forward one last time and your body go limp. I knew now that you'd cum and cum hard, and my soaking wet hand was covered with the evidence. 

And, as happens sometimes in life, that was where it ended. The band played on, the crowd started to surge around us, and by concert's end we'd been separated. I went home content to have a happy memory, and your name imprinted on my brain. Matilda. And now here I am all these years later sitting at my pc screen and looking at facebook...good old facebook. I wonder if I can I find you, Matilda. 



Gropes of Wrath



Elise having confided her fetish for being groped by strangers in public places and teasing unsuspecting individuals with her exhibitionism opened the door for some rather exciting and erotic adventures. So that you may enjoy the telling of these adventures even more so, allow me to describe Elise. She stands 5'4", short blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and always with a smile on her full pouty lips. Her friendly demeanor puts people at ease immediately.

But now for the description you really want! Her tits are like two large round melons! 38D! Must I say more! Her large nipples stand up at attention at the slightest chill in the air or appreciative stare from men or women. Elise has always maintained her fit and curvaceous figure, causing people to doubt she's really a 45 y/o grandmother that she is. Her wide hips are in perfect balance with the firm heart shaped ass she possesses. Aside from her tits and ass, her pussy is exquisite! She keeps her blonde pussy hair well trimmed and therefore her lips and clit are very quite visible. When aroused, just like her nipples her clit swells with lust. In particular, being a leg man myself, I adore her shapely legs. Elise being aware of my fondness wears high stiletto heels whenever we go out. My favorite shoes are her white patent leather ones with ankle straps. 

Now back to her fetish, which by now by association has become mine as well. The two main requirements are that the groping is to be done by strangers and in public. The more boldly direct and provocative, the more she enjoys it. On occasion, it has taken place on crowded subway rides or while being out for drinks, dinner and dancing at a restaurant. Elise's favorite is to hit rowdy crowded bars where the atmosphere lends itself to a raunchier type of patron and therefore more probable that she'll be groped and possibly even fingered. Incidentally, Elise has no qualms in reciprocating or for that fact initiating a grope herself. 

I remember well one St. Patty's day in which we went to exactly such a place. To my disappointment Elise didn't wear my favorite shoes but wore light tan colored high heel pumps and a very, very green micro mini with a gold silky shell for a top. As usual, she wore no bra underneath her top, so her nipples were quite obvious through the transparent fabric as they protruded. Much to my appreciation, her short skirt showed her beautiful bare legs and thighs. The high heels caused her ass to bubble outwards even more so than usual. 

Despite the throng of people in the bar, Elise still managed to catch the eye of several men and women as we entered. Being the exhibitionist that she is, Elise perched herself on the barstool and crossed her legs, showing most of her thighs to anyone who wanted to look. Just like Sharon Stone in the movie "Basic Instinct", she crossed and uncrossed her legs giving full view of the inside of her thighs. At times she would sit turned away from the bar with her legs slightly parted. Anyone sitting at one of the nearby tables would get a glimpse of her pussy. When she saw she had someone's attention, Elise would "absent-mindedly" forget any semblance of lady like decorum and give them an even better view by parting her thighs even more. I could tell the "show" was on by the turned heads and elbow nudging that was taking place at the tables with a view. I was amazed at not only the lust in the eyes of the men at the tables but of some of the women as well. I can't begin to tell you how many times I actually saw women stare at Elise and lick their lips wantonly that night.

As the bar became more crowded some of the patrons who were seated at the tables had given up their tables and now had taken stools nearer to the bar area, and therefore nearer to Elise. I wondered if it was really to be nearer to the bar area or just nearer to Elise, since it seemed apparent that there was a disproportioned amount of people by her than elsewhere. Elise continued to talk with me and act as if there was absolutely nothing going on, other than a couple being in love. But knowing her fetish, I knew all to well that Elise was probably wet with anticipation and was just waiting for the first touch. This particular evening she seemed more aroused than usual and her pillow talk flowed more freely.

It wasn't very long before Elise got the first hit of the night. The man had been one of those seated at a nearby table, with a woman presumed to be his wife or date. Apparently his female companion had gone to the ladies room and he saw that as an opportunity to make a move on Elise. As Elise spoke to me, a big grin appeared on her face. Having seen that grin often I knew what must be happening. Very often the groper not wanting a confrontation with me would be satisfied with just copping a feel, not knowing that the entire "opportunity" that led to the act had been orchestrated in the first place. 

At times, part of Elise's fetish was to create the illusion that she was totally unaware and unsuspecting victim of what was happening. Just an intimidated victim who was just too afraid to say or do anything and thus allowed this pervert to feel her up. Other times, she played it so that the groper was aware that she knew what they were doing and welcomed it. That's where at times the reciprocal grope would come in. Part of our deal was that she would tell me all the details later on. It was understood that if she at anytime felt threatened or uncomfortable she would tell me immediately, but that never occurred.

Later Elise told me that not only did he place his hand on her ass and stroked it, as he waited for drink order, but had rubbed his hard cock against her knee so hard that she could feel the entire length of his shaft against her. She said she was about to place her hand on her knee and feel his cock to give him an even better thrill but he broke away when his female companion approached him; the thought of feeling his cock excited her and made her pussy wet. 

We continued to enjoy each other's company, when all of a sudden that grin appeared again on her face! This time her cheeks reddened! It turned out that the young college kid standing next to her facing away from the bar had not only placed his left hand on the inside of her left thigh, but had worked his way to her pussy. Talk about bold! He touched her pussy lips as she was speaking to me, finding easily her swollen clit. She went on to tell me that the reason why her face reddened was because he was not only rubbing her clit with his thumb but pushing it in and out of her pussy. I confessed and told her I couldn't believe it, since at no time did he even look at her or put his pint of beer down. Elise said her pussy was drenched and that she almost came from his touch. She had played the intimidated victim and wanted to see how far he was going to go with it but he too abruptly broke away when his friends came around and left. 

By now the bar war wall to wall with people, the loud music drowned out all conversation. I excused myself to go to the men's room, but due to the large crowd it took me forever to get there and back. As I was walking back, I could see Elise's reflection on the mirror behind the bar. And there it was! The grin! 

Standing directly behind her was an older man. Instead of continuing to her I stopped and ordered a drink a few stools away from them. I stared at Elise's face as her eyes half closed and her body appeared to rock back and forth, she would bite and lick her lower lip from time to time. The man stared directly into the mirror and seemed to be studying her face as well. Luckily, a stool nearer to them became available. If it wasn't for the look on Elise's face I wouldn't have thought anything was going on but I've seen that look all too often not to recognize the lust. What was incredible was that the crowd around them acted as if they were unaware also. 

At one point I saw Elise lower her head and hold on to the bar with both hands. The rocking increased and then stopped. Elise's body seemed to shudder. God! What a beautiful woman she was! Had she cum? I wondered how. Our eyes finally met as we looked at each other through the reflection in the mirror. Elise smiled at me and winked to let me know all was fine. The man having picked up on our connection glared at me. His upper lip almost curled up as if he was about to snarl but instead a shit kicking grin broke out. He looked into Elise's eyes, blew a kiss to her and walked away. As I approached Elise, I could see she seemed weak and wobbly on her feet. Most of all I could see a massive glob of cum all over her the back of her skirt. 

Elise said nothing as we drove home, the silence continued for the rest of the night and into the morning. This was not the norm, usually Elise would tell me about her groping adventure and we would fuck like crazy. My frustration and anger increased. I demanded to know what the fuck happened!

Finally, Elise told me her tale. She said shortly after I had gone to the men's room, the older man appeared behind her and said his name was Patrick and the owner of the bar. He went on to tell her that he saw what had happened with the other two men and knew what she was and what she needed. The young college kid who fingered her was his son and told him how wet her pussy had been. She said, he called her a fucking slut and not to turn around, then almost on cue the crowd surrounded them rendering cover to what Patrick was about to do. Elise said Patrick, being a large a man, had no problem reaching around her waist and grabbing her pussy, hiking up her short skirt. She said he pushed three of his fingers deep inside her pussy and with the other hand shoved a thumb in her ass. Just as quickly he placed his hands on her tits and squeezed them roughly; pinching her nipples hard between his fingers. He then reached for her pussy again, his right hand strumming her clit. Elise said at first she was afraid, but that soon turned into lust. The fact that this stranger was having his way with her in front of all these people excited her. Plus, Elise said she could feel how big and thick his cock was as he pressed against her. 

He had placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy and then told her that being the slut that she was she was the one who was going to do the fucking. Elise said that when Patrick entered her, she could feel her pussy lips stretch open to accommodate the girth of his cock meat. He said he was just going to stand there and be fucked. To make it clearer for her he grabbed her hips and pulled her into him, forcing his cock in deeper. He then proceeded to push and pull her like a rag doll. Lust soon took control of Elise and she needed no prompting and bent over slightly. Patrick continued to play and squeeze her clit as she rocked back and forth, her pussy juices making it easier for his fat cock to enter. 

Elise said she could feel her wetness run down her thighs and how Patrick lathered his hand with her juices and made her lick it. The taste of pussy, even if it was her own, is what pushed her over the edge and made her cum the first time. She said that by the time I had returned she had cum at least ten times. Elise said Patrick then announced that he was ready for her to make him cum. Wanting to please him, that's when she held on to the bar with hands and pushed back as hard as she could. Elise said she could feel Patrick's cock convulse as he came, abruptly pulling out of her pussy and exploding his hot cum all over her ass, pussy and skirt. 

After telling me, Elise and I fucked like crazy. Everything's back to normal..... 



Gropings



Jeremy paid the bus driver and walked down the aisle, found a seat near the back, and sat down, gazing out the window. It was a half hour ride from here to where he would get off and walk to the house he shared with the four other uni students that had become his good friends over this last twelve months or so. It was a Wednesday, he had no lectures, and he had just picked up his pay from the pub he worked at on the weekends. Again, the pretty little barmaid had rejected his request to go out with him, though she had done it politely and sweetly, everything she did was sweet as far as he was concerned.

But again, it raised in his mind the question what was wrong with him. Here he was, nearly twenty years old, birthday would be in a month, and he still hadn't been allowed to fuck a girl. Now he knew that going to an all boys' school had put him at a disadvantage. But he had been at uni two and a bit years now, and it seemed to him that everyone he knew was gleefully fucking away except him. The other two guys in the house were forever bringing home girls for the night, the two young women who shared the house with them were often seeing some guy out the front door in the early hours of the morning. And he, he just knew they were all doing it, and no-one would do it with him.

He figured it wasn't because of his looks. He was slim, dark blonde hair, quite an attractive face really, so he had been told. Girls would go out with him, that didn't seem to be the problem; he was a kind, gentle guy with a quiet, soft-spoken sense of humour, so it wasn't his personality. So what was it? The girls he went out with usually let him do some things, in fact most of them would let him do a lot-but never the ultimate, never what the Americans called the home run, or home base, or however they put it. There were a lot of Americans around at the moment, the pub where he worked was a base for their sailors when the ships put into port, something that was more frequent now, now that the war in Vietnam seemed to be fizzling out towards its conclusion. They were forever joking and laughing about how they went with women. 

But Jeremy, no, nothing had happened, and nothing was looking like happening. Sure, there had been plenty of what he was starting to call near-misses, but that just wasn't good enough.

His mind wandered to some of the girls he had gone out with, some of the ones he had gone out with more than once.

The first 'serious' one had been Stephanie, way back at the beginning of his first year at uni. She had been a pretty girl, a bit stocky, with a sort of Mediterranean look about her face and skin. It had been a barbecue in the street his parents lived in, he had come to stay the night, just to re-assure them that his moving into a house close to the campus with some other students did not necessarily mean he was going to get scurvy, or die from a drug overdose, or simply just starve to death.

Anyway, he and Stephanie had been the only ones their age at this barbecue, and after the meal, and the little kids had all been parked in front of the TV, and the older parent-age adults had settled in for an evening of serious drinking, he and Stephanie had decided to go for a walk. They had wandered aimlessly through the streets of the comfortably well-off suburb until they had found a small park, and it somehow had seemed inevitable that they would walk to the middle of it, under some trees, and sit down, close to each other. Up to this point, Jeremy had never so much as touched a girl beyond holding her hand, or touching her waist and shoulder at dancing lessons. So he was trembling quite a lot as they talked, one part of his brain focussing on being polite in the conversation, the other part arguing frantically with itself over whether or not he should try to kiss her. Eventually he decided yes, and leaned closer to her, and Stephanie leaned to him, and their lips met, and her lips opened, and he pressed his tongue into her mouth, and her breath was hot and sort of sweet, and his tongue flicked frantically around in her mouth, and she sighed. Her arms were around him, and she pulled him down with her as she lay herself onto her back on the grass, not directly on top of her, but so he was mostly on his side close up against her body, and her tongue flicked at his, his hips pressing his now painful erection in his jeans hard up against her thigh, also in jeans, and she did not move her leg away, and he interpreted this as a good sign.

It was late summer, and a warm night, and Stephanie was wearing a light top, no buttons, and Jeremy put his hand to her waist, and under the t-shirt like top, and his hand felt electrified by the warmth of her belly on his palm, and he let his hand enjoy that feeling for a while. Still they kissed, she didn't seem to mind at all as his hand moved up her belly, reached the underside of her bra, he felt the smoothness of the fabric, and through it the firmness of the underside of her breasts, and her tongue responded to his as he awkwardly moved his hand, cupping her breast through the fabric of the bra, and squeezing at it, thinking to be not too forceful, not wanting to be too rough or awkward, and not really having a clue what he was doing. His hips were jerking a little at her thigh, but she showed no sign of minding that, and she kissed him still. His hand moved over her breasts to the tops of them, and his fingers entered one of the cups, for the first time he felt the beautiful, soft firmness of the female breast, his tongue seemed to be going crazy in her mouth, and his fingers forced their way deeper into the cup of Stephanie's bra, and there was a tightness of the bra against his fingers, squeezing them between the fabric and her breast, and he must have hurt her, because she gave a little yelp, and the kiss broke off, and she sat up, and he sat up with her, and felt terrible.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, feeling absolutely ridiculous.

"Hang on a sec," Stephanie said quietly, and her hands reached under her top, and were doing something behind her back, then she lay back down again, and he lay beside her, keeping a bit of distance from her thigh, because he was afraid things were close to getting a bit sticky in his jeans. Stephanie had been enjoying the kiss, she took his head in her hands and the kiss resumed, with one hand she took his and put it under her top again, and Jeremy realised that she had undone her bra, and now her breasts were free, and his hand cupped over one of them, and squeezed at it, he felt her flinch a little, knew he had been too rough. The kiss continued as his hand continued its exploration of her breasts, they were firm, almost hard against his skin, and he loved the way the nipples felt, he played with them, plucking and kneading them, and decided it was a good thing when she let out a little moan at that. His fingers massaged one nipple, then another, then the other, over and over, as the amazing kiss continued, and he felt unbearable pressure growing in his jeans, out of the corner of his eye he saw that Stephanie had her knees up, and they had fallen apart, and his mind said this is it, tonight's the night.

Jeremy's tongue continued its dance inside her mouth as he moved his hand from her breasts-and it definitely did not want to leave those beautiful breasts-but he moved it down over her belly, and his fingers trembled as they crossed her belly, and approached the top of her jeans, and found the button, and started to undo it, and that was where it all went wrong. Stephanie put her hand down on his, and moved it back to her breasts, and whispered, "We can't do that tonight." And Jeremy was confused and did not understand. His fingers resumed touching and kneading at her breasts, resumed plucking and rubbing her nipples, he was fairly sure she was enjoying that, she kept making these little moanings, so he was confident that he was doing something right, but every time his fingers moved to that button, she moved them away, and after several times, she finally sat up, and his hand fell away from her. Again, her hands went under her top, behind her back, and he knew it was over for that evening anyway. And he still could not understand what she meant by "We can't do that tonight." Several times she had said it, seeming to stress the 'tonight'.

But Jeremy was essentially a polite young man, and so he did not press it any further, and they held hands until they were back in their street, and they kissed quickly before rejoining the barbecue.

Staying with his parents changed then from being just for one night into staying for the whole weekend, which was a long weekend. His parents were pleased, though a little surprised. They didn't know it had anything to do with the quiet girl who was staying with her grandparents in their house two doors up.

The next day Jeremy spent on the front verandah, looking out for Stephanie, far too shy to go to her grandparents' house to ask after her. But late in the afternoon he got fed up with that, told his parents he was going for a walk, and headed off, very, very slowly, in the direction of her house. He had no idea what he was going to do then, decided to go back to the little park, with all its wonderful, and frustrating, memories, from the night before, and have a cigarette, something his parents did not know he did, and he was too scared of them to come out and say, hey, I'm an adult now, I can if I want. 

It took him ages to walk past the house, no sign of her out the front, she was probably angry at him anyway, so he walked more quickly once past it. When he got to the end of the street, about to turn the corner towards the pathway that led to the park, he heard footsteps behind him, and a soft, "Hey." He stopped, and turned, and it was Stephanie, and his stomach jumped, she wasn't angry with him after all. When she had caught up with him, she took his hand, and he felt wonderful, and they naturally headed to the same spot in the park, in the sunsetting light it was deep back from the street, and 'their' spot was shielded from view by trees he had not noticed the night before. They talked a little, she turned down his offer of a cigarette, and leant against him as he smoked his. 

Stephanie was dressed in a pale green blouse today, her bra could not be seen under the fabric, though the lines of it showed when she moved. She was wearing a skirt today though, a simple denim skirt, that only came midway down her thighs. She had beautiful legs he thought, and he wondered if it was any sort of signal that she sat with her knees up, and slightly parted. He had caught a glimpse of pale green undies a couple of times when they had first sat down, and the stirrings in his jeans were growing insistent again. 

Jeremy put the cigarette out, and they kissed, and again their tongues danced, wrestled almost, frantically, and again Stephanie pulled him down almost on top of her as she lay herself down on the grass again. Jeremy pressed his crotch up against the side of her bare thigh as they kissed, and his desperation placed a hand on that thigh, above her knee, and the warmth of that skin on his was wonderful, and his hand slid slowly up her thigh, his fingers delighting in the feel of the skin of her inner thigh, and his hand moved further, and he waited for the pushing away to happen, but it didn't. Instead Stephanie pressed her tongue deeper into his mouth as his fingers grazed over the front of her undies, he sensed the hairs beneath the green material.

Jeremy's fingers trembled almost uncontrollably, his whole body seemed to be shuddering, he hoped Stephanie couldn't feel it, inside he thought all his organs were vibrating so violently they would explode, as his fingers moved under the band of her undies, he moved them down and there were the soft little curls, maybe not as soft as he had always imagined, but it didn't matter, he was touching them, the feel of them was indescribable, he wanted to pluck some out, eat them. Instead his fingers continued through the little hairs, down, there was her clit, he had looked this up in a book he had discovered in his parents' book shelf, he doubted they knew they even had it, he rubbed on it, Stephanie let out a little noise, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, all he knew about that little organ was its name, so what he was looking for had to be close. He pressed his finger into her body, there was a little hole there, it was wet, that was the main impression his hand had at that moment, one of a steamy moistness. He pressed his finger a little harder, this particular hole seemed incredibly small, his thumb brushed Stephanie's clit. She made that little noise again, he pressed his finger at the little hole again, that couldn't be it, he felt a tiny trickle on his fingertip and moved his hand back up to her pubic hairs. He had to admit to himself that he did not know where what his fingers were looking for was. He felt terrible, didn't know what to do, the opportunity to totally humiliate himself was becoming increasingly more likely.

Jeremy was saved from this by the sound of approaching voices, they both sat upright, Stephanie adjusted her skirt, and stood up. She was a bit annoyed. Twice Jeremy had touched that magic little bump that, she knew from long experience, brought her so much pleasure when it was touched properly. She realised he probably didn't know this, and determined to try to explain it to him later that evening. Somewhat sheepishly they walked home, not saying much.

As soon as he got the opportunity, Jeremy found the book, and studied that diagram with all the studiousness that had made him an all A student at school, and was now helping him in these first months of what was to be a shining university career. So that was it, he thought, though the diagram wasn't all that clear. He hadn't quite gone far enough, maybe, though he would have to be very careful his fingers didn't go too far around. It was way down there, that's what the diagram seemed to be telling him. He hoped desperately he understood it. 

So later that evening, back in the park again, Stephanie still in the same skirt and blouse, lying on her back again, kissing, Jeremy ventured again. She had taken her bra off completely, unbuttoned her blouse, and when he had gone to put his hand between her legs, she had moved it to her breasts, and he did not mind that at all. In the moonlight they were pale, dark brown nipples erect, and he squeezed and massaged at them as gently as he could, given his fingers' impatience to be somewhere else. When Stephanie began making those funny little moanings again, Jeremy slowly slid his hand down her belly, skipped over her skirt, and once more touched the intimacy of the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs a little more for him, and his hand went to the top of her undies, again through that delicious almost-moist little mat of soft hairs, again his fingers rubbed over her clit, she gave a funny little jerk almost as he touched it. When she had gotten home earlier, after he had first touched it, she had rushed to her room and masturbated, she wondered all evening how to explain to him that that was what she wanted him to do to her, she hadn't quite decided whether or not to let him screw her if he did play with her clit properly, that was normally what happened, but she wasn't sure yet. No-one here in the city knew of her reputation back home, and she wasn't sure if she wanted it to follow her here.

Jeremy's fingers moved down past the little bump, past that first tiny hole he had approached earlier, still not sure what that was, felt the oddness of the way his fingertips seemed to slip into her slit, and then moved them down further, and there it was, his fingers moved into Stephanie, and Jeremy, kissing her, his hips now humping at her thigh, felt the wonderful slick, silky wet warmth of the inside of her, he had two fingers in her, and he pressed them in as deeply as they would go, marvelling at how it felt, little ridges almost in some places, smooth and so wet in others. He did this back and forth, pressing his fingers into her. He had no idea what he had expected it would feel like, all he knew was that he wanted to keep his fingers in there forever. His hips had taken over from his brain, and Stephanie knew what was about to happen, it was quite nice what he was doing, she felt stirrings, wished he would play with the little bump, then felt a sudden rush of excitement. Jeremy's fingers had found something that seemed odd to him, inside her, amongst all the smooth wetness, there was a roughness, and his fingers tickled and explored at it, wondering why it felt so different to the rest of it inside there. Stephanie moaned, and her back even lifted from the ground for a second, this was new, and she liked it. She pushed her hips back down at his fingers, she decided that if he could keep this up she would let his cock inside her, when his cock interrupted, with a shudder Jeremy felt the familiar heat race through his cock, and the eruption of hot wetness into his jocks. He sighed, and his fingers slipped from inside Stephanie, though only for a moment. Stephanie knew what had happened to him, at least it wasn't all over her belly or leg, as had happened so often, she sighed with frustration, he had been doing so well with his fingers, and in a way she still wanted to fuck him, but for now she just wanted to get home and into bed and explore this new feeling.

Jeremy stirred on his seat on the bus, aware of the erection that these memories had brought about, glad that at this time of day there were few people on the bus, no-one could see what had happened. He looked out of the window, sighing. He had been sure Stephanie had been going to let him. There had been a couple of other nights like that one, but she had never been in quite the same mood, and then she had moved back to her parents' farm-he never found out why-and they had written a few letters, but he never saw her again.

He tried to concentrate on the essay he planned to start that afternoon, the major one for the term, but instead his mind wandered again into that area called near-misses and lost opportunities.

The second 'serious' one had been Elaine, a girl-next-door-pretty fellow student, about his height, long dark brown hair, slim, with nice-sized, sort of longish breasts and slim legs. It had been the end of that first year of uni, and they had gone out for a drink after an exam. Through the course of the year they hadn't paid a lot of attention to each other, but the final panicky rush towards exams had seen her seek out his help, as he was known to be very smart, and very helpful with concepts and essays and so on.

So anyway after they had had a few drinks-not many-she offered to give him a lift home, and they had driven around the river and she had suggested pulling up in one of the carparks there to watch the moon on the water and he had thought why not, and maybe here was an opportunity, and Elaine had thought exactly the same because she liked Jeremy and very much appreciated the help he had given her, and besides, he was very different from the sorts of guys she usually went out with. If he had been like them, she knew, she would have been in bed with him after just the first study session, and the subsequent ones would not have been study sessions at all, but fuck sessions like all the others. So she appreciated that he was different from the others, and thought he was nice.

They had talked for a little while, mainly about their plans for the long summer holiday that was about to start, and the need to go off and spend Christmas with family, and Elaine kept putting her hand on his arm and so on, and Jeremy decided this was a signal, and eventually took her hand in his, and they looked at each other, and he moved over a little, and she moved over a little, and their eyes met, then their lips met, and then her tongue was in his mouth, and it was soft and warm, and his tongue answered hers.




Gropings



Elaine was wearing a loose white blouse, under which all evening Jeremy had been able to make out the lines of a lacy white bra, and a pair of black slacks. Now his hand undid a couple of the buttons of the blouse, and as his tongue made its discoveries about her mouth, his hand went into the blouse, and a little indelicately lifted a breast from its cup, and he massaged and rubbed at the nipple, and Elaine moaned, she was very sensitive in her breasts, and what Jeremy was doing felt good. After a few moments, she took her hands from his shoulders and back and, still kissing, reached behind and unhooked her bra, and Jeremy felt her breasts fall loose from the support, they were firm, and bigger than Stephanie's, but not huge big, just right maybe, he wasn't sure. As his mouth pressed harder against hers, and hers pressed harder back, he put a hand around one breast entirely, and his thumb rubbed on her nipple, and she was making those little moaning noises that excited him, and the floor-shift and the handbrake of the car, being between the two front seats as they were, were now becoming a real nuisance.

Elaine could feel an excitement building deep in her belly, and she liked what Jeremy was doing to her breasts, her nipples were tingling, and she wanted to get closer to him. She broke off the kiss.

"Let's go for a little walk," she whispered. 

"Ok," said Jeremy, and watched wide-eyed as she removed her bra from under her blouse, and tossed it onto the back seat. Up to this point, this was the closest he had ever been to being with a woman as she undressed.

They had left the car and worked along the bank of the river, holding hands, just a little way until they found a tiny patch of white beach sand, like a tiny bay, protected from view by a clump of straggly river gums. Elaine sat down on the sand, Jeremy sat beside her, she was excited, though he had no experience of knowing that, and they immediately started kissing again, and she had her arms around him, and lay herself down on her back, and pulled him down on top of her, and she parted her legs so that he could lay between them, and he was painfully aware of her body under his, and the fact that her legs were open like that. She was pushing her hips up against his, and his cock yelled, yes, this is it.

They kissed like this for some moments, and Jeremy could feel how Elaine was pushing her body up against his, there was a strange scent on her breath and it was tantalizing, and he was too painfully aware that it was only several layers of clothing that separated his cock from where it longed to be. He raised himself on his left elbow, moved slightly so that now the bulge in his jeans was pressed hard against her upper thigh, which had flattened under him as he moved. This way his right hand could get to the button of her slacks, and there was no objection from Elaine as he undid it, slid the zip down, her slacks were open now, and his hand found her undies, and his fingers slid into them, and he had to adjust his position a little again, and his fingertips felt the fine little hairs she had there, sparser, it seemed, than Stephanie's, but beautiful to touch and he plucked at them for a second, then his fingers kept moving, they brushed across that little bump (he had looked this up in a book in the uni library and found out it was called a clitoris) and he rubbed his fingertips on it, like the book had suggested, though he did not understand why.

Elaine's response to this was to let out a loud moan into Jeremy's mouth, one hand clutched at his back, holding him down, her other rubbed over his chest, her legs fell further apart, and the one under him pressed up against the hardness she could feel squashed against her thigh. She felt his fingers move, sighed in his mouth, felt a finger enter her, felt it stroking around, then she let out a little gasp, and her back arched, her hips rose against his hand, she could feel the finger doing wonderful things, and now somehow he had known to press his thumb against her clit.

Jeremy had pressed his finger into Elaine, he marvelled again at how the entrance gave way under the slight pressure, then at how it all seemed to close around his finger, his mind took in how wet it felt around his finger, he sensed and recorded in his brain the dampness of the crotch of her undies against the back of his hand, assumed that had something to do with everything, his finger felt and stroked and explored around inside Elaine, and then again, in amongst all the smooth wetness, the tip of his finger found that little rough bit which seemed so different to the rest, and he stroked and tickled and almost scratched at it, and Elaine's tongue was pressing deeper into his mouth, and her fingers on his chest were almost digging in, and her thigh was rubbing up hard against his crotch, and it seemed to him that her cunt, not that he would ever say the word in front of anyone, it seemed that her cunt was tightening on his fingers, he had put two in her now, and that it was getting a lot wetter around them. Jeremy felt the first signs of those embarrassing little spurts at the top of his cock, Elaine was moaning very softly and continuously now, she was pushing her hips down on his fingers, he could feel the tightening and wet around his fingers, he puzzled at how her back was lifting, and the leg under his was bucking up and down, he heard her groan louder, the kiss had broken away, Elaine pushed hard down on his fingers, she clenched herself on them, her back arched up again, and then the rush hit her, and she trembled, almost shuddered it seemed to Jeremy, then after one last push up with her hips against his fingers, her bum almost perpendicular to the ground, she trembled again, and tightened on his fingers again, and he felt her thighs tight on his hand, and she groaned again, then fell away, flat on her back, and he looked at her face, she had a strange look, and her eyes were closed, and her breasts were rising and falling, and he heard her sigh.

Jeremy still had his fingers inside Elaine, but he could not understand why she had gone so quiet, he bent his head to kiss her again, she responded, and it was a different sort of kiss, her tongue softly caressed his, there was a different scent to her breath, it all seemed a bit softer now, somehow, calmer, but not for his cock, it was missing the pressure of her thigh against him, he could feel it twitching and demanding, and he raised himself up on knees, put his hands to the waistband of Elaine's slacks, and started to pull them down from her hips, he could see her belly in the moonlight, now the top of her undies, he tugged a little more, the undies were following the slacks, now he could see the beginnings of the little triangle of fine black hairs, he had never actually seen them before in person like this, he liked the way they looked, but his cock demanded that he keep going, and he tugged again at the slacks, he could see more of the hairs now, the skin around them very pale, and he was sure he was about to get them down past the tops of her thighs, his cock was sure it was about to get where it had wanted so long to be, when he felt Elaine's hands on his, and she very softly said, "No, don't...please..." and he looked at her and said, totally confused, "Why not?" and sat up, and hugged him, and said, "Let's just cuddle for a minute," and that gave his mind, and his cock, room to believe that there was hope yet.

So they cuddled for a while, and smoked a cigarette, and it was then that Jeremy became obsessed with the scents that were on his fingers now, and he used little excuses to hide from Elaine the way he kept sniffing at them, he knew, that this was the magical, mysterious smell of woman, and he loved it, and even sneaked an opportunity to lick his fingers a few times, though at that time in his 'development' the idea of his tongue getting a first-hand taste of those scents would not have occurred to him.

As for Elaine, it had occurred to her that Jeremy had no idea what had just happened to her, and she frowned to herself that boys never did seem to understand that, or to even realise that girls did those things. She cuddled him, and part of her wanted to let him take her pants and undies off and fuck her, but another part of her wanted to cling to the idea that he was different from the others.

So when Jeremy had put his hand back between her legs, and his fingers had explored all around and through and in those warm damp creases and crevices, and several times Elaine had trembled as they kissed, and he had again marvelled at just how warm and wet and soft it all felt, but then when he again went to slide those pants off her hips, she had stopped him again, and actually pulled them back up, and said they had better go, and his cock had screamed in rage and disappointment, but Jeremy was too polite to persist. 

The next day when they met, Elaine had confused him even more by telling him that he could actually have kept going the night before, that he could have taken her pants off and 'had' her, but she would have been disappointed in him, and she was so glad he hadn't, and she liked that he was 'different from all the others'. For once in his life, Jeremy had wished he was exactly like all the others, but he sensed too that by continuing to be polite, and going along with her wishes, he would eventually get what he so desperately desired. 

To his utter frustration though, there followed several more nights just like the first one, where she would let him touch her, where she in fact often put his hand between her legs to do what she wanted to be done, and there would be her moanings, and the strange movements, and afterwards the wonderful scents on his fingers, but always the 'please can we wait' when he went to take her undies right off.

A few weeks later, and Elaine went far away to spend Christmas with her family, and she promised she would call every night, but didn't, and Jeremy frantically wrote her a clingy letter telling her how much he missed her, and she didn't write back, and he knew that once again he must have done something wrong.

He probably wouldn't have minded so much, except that in the next year of uni, his second, the one where he had shown that he had a dazzling academic career ahead of him, he heard, and was sometimes told straight to his face, painful things. He didn't often associate with the guys he had graduated high school with, but some of them were at uni too of course, and some did lectures with him. From them he found out that over the course of the year, Elaine had fucked pretty well every guy he had finished school with, or at least that was how it was told. They knew that he had been quite serious about her, and a few of them were still cruel enough to enjoy taunting him with the tales of her sexual adventures. Whenever he saw her on campus, which wasn't often now, he would talk to her, but only briefly, she seemed to want to stay away from him. And he knew that somehow this was his fault.

Jeremy nearly stamped his foot in anger on the floor of the bus, only it wasn't only anger but frustration as well. He sighed though, and knew again that there was no point dwelling on her. For whatever reason, she had not been willing to fuck him, though she was apparently willing to fuck pretty well anyone else. But he had gotten past the wanting to be like everyone else, and had very successfully channeled his energies into his studies. Through the course of that last year there had been a couple of other girls, one he had even managed to bring to the same level of excitement as he had with Elaine, but of course that elusive first fuck still refused to happen. 

The bus pulled up at his stop, and he slowly began the ten minute walk to the house. It was the third month of his third year at uni, and he had this big, important essay to get on with. He had been told it would go a long way towards his being admitted to the honours programme, and he knew it was the main thing. He chided himself at letting this sex business take up so much of his attention. 

But as he walked, the last time he had 'come close' forced its way into his mind, his cock actually hardened at the recollection of what was probably the closest it had yet been to its ultimate goal.

A month or so ago, they had held a party at their house, a sort of start of the academic year party, and the girl he had been taking out for the last few weeks, Annie, had come to the party of course, and later in the evening agreed to go to his bedroom with him. This in itself had been a first, and he had been sure that it would not be the only first that night,

Annie was a pretty, slim blonde, with small breasts and long legs. She liked Jeremy, she liked what he did to her with his fingers, just two nights before, on the back lawn of her parents' house he had helped her have the feelings she had when she masturbated. He was different from other guys too, whenever he went to take her undies off and she said no, he did not persist and be annoying, but accepted what she said. In anticipation of him making her have those wonderful feelings again, she happily followed him into his bedroom, sat on his bed and kicked her sandals off. Jeremy had sat beside her, put an arm around her back, they kissed, their tongues chasing each other around their mouths. Jeremy's hand went under her loose cotton skirt, and she opened her legs for him, and his fingers went inside her undies, and found the little mound of fine, silky hairs. They tickled at the hairs for a few seconds, and Annie lay back, pulling Jeremy down beside her, she could feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans, wondered if tonight she should take that step and help him with that. Then his fingers were on her clit, and she moaned as they rubbed softly on it, she liked that, and Jeremy himself had figured out that touching that little bump seemed to have a lot to do with making a girl feeling excited. 

He moved his thumb on it, rubbing at it, while his middle finger slid down her slit, and he found her entrance and pressed it into her. In response, Annie moaned again, her tongue firmer against his, and her legs fell more open, as she felt the finger press into her, exploring and stroking against the inside of her. She pressed her clit up against his thumb, and tightened herself around his finger. Those odd trembling, shaking feelings started to rise within her, and she held him to her more closely. Jeremy heard his cock demanding that he take her clothes off, but with two fingers now he ignored it, pressing his fingers deep into Annie, back and forth, for the first time noticing soft little slurpy noises around his fingers, she was really wet there, again he sensed the dampness of the crotch of her undies against the back and side of his hand, wondered for a moment how that happened, never mind he told himself, his fingers stroked up into Annie, all around inside, the bed was moving slightly as Annie moved her hips with Jeremy's fingers, pressing down to meet them, feeling them slide in her, her hand on the back of his neck, holding his mouth to hers, her hips pushing down on those fingers as they fucked into her, she felt the building, this was more than she was used to, and she moaned and said his name into his mouth, and her breath tasted different to him now, and her hips rocking at his hand, and the little slurpy noises, and the smell of her perfume, and another scent he couldn't place, and his cock screamed in triumph and said, now! Now! And he sat back up, and took his fingers from between Annie's thighs, and she clenched her thighs together, trying to hold the feeling in, not understanding why he had stopped. But he was lifting her top up now, and she sat herself up so he could lift it over her shoulders and he dropped it on the bed.

Jeremy had not thought to turn the light off when they had entered the room, and he was glad he hadn't. For only the second time his eyes gazed on naked breasts, real ones right there in front of him, and they were beautiful. The little pale brown nipples pointed out at him from Annie's small breasts, he wanted to taste them but his cock had other priorities, and his hands moved down over the smoothness of her belly, he even leant and kissed the soft tanned skin of her belly, his fingers trembling slightly as they took the top of her skirt and slid it down her legs, she raised her bum so he could slide it off over her feet, there now were her undies, a pale yellow, he noticed how there was a tightness of them over her very lower belly where the hairs were, he noticed how the fabric creased and disappeared between her thighs, he was sure now that tonight was going to be the night. Annie watched him as he did this, an anticipation in her belly, but also a disappointment that his fingers had stopped the beautiful things they had been doing inside her, and she sensed also in the back of her mind that there was about to be a problem.

Nevertheless, as Jeremy took the band of her undies, and slid them down her thighs, and his eyes riveted on the soft mound of pale brown hairs, and the little hints of the top of her slit, she lifted her legs so he could slide her undies over her feet, and there she was naked before him, and Jeremy moaned at how beautiful it was, and Annie waited for him to put his fingers back between her still softly trembling thighs. For moments Jeremy just looked at what he could see, and he loved it, the hairs and the so pale skin around them, and the very tops of her outer lips. Annie stroked his arm, desperately wanted his fingers to resume, the beautiful feelings they had aroused were receding, she waited, her breathing calming, but expectant.

Later Jeremy wondered if what he did next was what spoiled it all. He had considered taking his shirt off, undressing completely as she had let him do to her, but his ever-insistent cock had demanded a short cut. He moved himself quickly, Annie had opened her legs for his fingers, perhaps this was what he had misinterpreted, he thought later, but he had knelt between her legs, and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, his cock triumphantly presented itself naked before a woman for the first time, hard and twitching with anticipation. Jeremy bent down, the tip of his cock brushed her thigh. Annie had looked at it, it was actually a very nice looking cock, she thought, as it brushed her thigh she felt the little wetness of the tip of it against her skin, she didn't mind what Jeremy was doing, then the rage of her parents against her sister's pregnancy sprang into her mind, and she tried to close her legs, and put her hand down over her mound, her fingers over her entrance, if only he had kept doing that, she was amazed at how wet she felt there, she lifted her knees to gently push him away, and said, "No...we can't," and Jeremy understood straight away, and in protest his cock spat a large glob of hot wetness onto her belly, just above the little hairs, and he groaned, and sat back against the wall, and wished he was like the others.

Annie admitted to herself when she got home that she probably hadn't been completely fair with Jeremy, that she probably shouldn't have let him completely undress her, that if he had just continued with his fingers for a tiny few more minutes, she would have let him do it, regardless of the possible consequences. Masturbation that night had been the best ever though. 

But something had spoiled, and though they had seen each other a couple of times after that, it never became as intimate as that night in his bedroom, and after she had said that she couldn't make it to a film with him one night, he understood, and knew once again that he must have done something wrong.

The essay, he thought as he walked into the house, what were Luther's central motivations, and did they change over the course of the Reformation, that was all he should be thinking about.




Gropings



At first he thought he must be alone in the house, there was no noise, and he decided that was a good thing, perhaps a wank before he got started would get all these other things out of his mind.

Jeremy went into the kitchen to get a drink of water-it was quite a warm day.

"Oh hi Barbara," he said, and sat down at the table with her. Barbara was one of the two young women he shared the house with. She was small, only just over five feet tall, slim almost to the point of being skinny, with light brown hair that she kept short, almost accentuating the boyishness of her figure. Like many of her generation, she rarely wore a bra, and Jeremy could never have helped noticing that she appeared to have quite small breasts. She never wore skirts either, just jeans of one colour or another. She had a rule, never fuck friends, which she had made clear to him not long after she had moved into the house over a year ago. She had repeated this rule occasionally to him, on nights when they had sat talking long after midnight, and a few times there had been a sense that things could get intimate. It annoyed Jeremy, especially those nights when noises had come from her room, next to his, that indicated she was having a great time fucking someone who obviously wasn't a friend.

He had slumped into a chair, and she looked at him. She really liked Jeremy, he would have to have been the nicest guy she had ever known, very different from all other men of her experience. (There had been a lot of those, of a range of ages, despite the fact that she was not quite twenty-one.) Unlike the other two guys in the house, Jeremy never walked 'accidentally' into the bathroom when she was in the shower, he had never come up behind her and cupped her breasts, he had never drunkenly whispered into her ear, how about it, just once, just for fun. Unlike Erica, the other young woman in the house, she did not share her bed with the people she shared the house with. She wasn't sure why Jeremy had never slept with Erica, she knew she wouldn't say no. Perhaps she was not his type. Anyway, it was none of her business.

What was her business was that he looked sad. He was a really good friend, and as abrupt as she could be at times, she cared for him, and did not like this idea that the normally bright, bouncy laughing Jeremy seemed to have gone missing.

"You ok?" she asked, "you seem really down." Jeremy looked up at her, she was a good friend, how often had he wished that just for a moment they could pretend they weren't so they could fuck, once he had even laughingly suggested that, and she had just laughed in return. But he needed to know if, as a woman, she could detect anything in him that led to his continually almost getting there, but never quite making it. At the same time, something in his male pride would not let him confess, even to such a good friend as she was, that he had never 'done it'. So, without going into the intimate details of it, he told her about he and Annie, and how they had now broken up, and about how that night of the party they had gotten so close, and how he couldn't understand why she had rejected him, and so on, and so on, until he decided he sounded pathetic.

"So, I dunno, why won't," and then it just blurted out, "do you see anything wrong with me? Why girls won't...you know..." and tremblingly he lit a cigarette, aware of what he had confessed, and ashamed, not at that, but at how self-indulgent he sounded. He decided to go to the uni library, start his reading there.

Barbara looked at him in silence for a while. It was unlike Jeremy to reveal much of his deeper emotions like this. She realised the implications of all that he had just told her, and she felt sympathy for him. She was also surprised. He was a good looking guy, in a quiet, unpretentious sort of way, with a wonderful personality, again, quiet, unpretentious. And he was so good at making her laugh. So often, in the dark times of her mind, it had been Jeremy who had rescued her, and she loved him for that. Maybe, a little voice said, this would be the time to rescue him.

"There's nothing at all wrong with you Jeremy," she said very quietly, the little voice still making that suggestion. "Maybe it's just you're not...I dunno...forceful enough." She wasn't sure if this was the right way to put it. Certainly, there had never been much need for men to be 'forceful' with her in order to get her into bed. Nevertheless she did have the strength to mean it when she did say no. And there was no way she wanted to encourage him to believe that force was the way to go. Was there a better word? "You know...persistent...," but she stopped there because she felt she was just making it worse. 

Barbara lit a cigarette, lit one for him, they smoked in silence as the little voice kept up with its suggestion. She felt a trembling deep down, would that be the way to go, or would it spoil everything. Not if you say it right, the little voice said. It's the middle of the day, she thought. So what, countered the little voice.

"So...Jeremy..." and she hoped none of this would spoil their friendship. Still, he was the one who had brought it all up, had confessed, so to speak. "You've never...you know...fucked anyone?" She always used the right words when it came to sex, anyway. Her cunt was her cunt, and she was glad she had one.

"No," and there was a hint almost of despair in his voice. "You won't...you know...say anything?"

"Of course not," Barbara replied, reassuringly. As nice as they were in their own ways, the others in the house were a lot less sensitive to the feelings of others than he was.

"I'll be back in a sec ok?" she went on. She had pretty well made up her mind, but she needed to pee, to be not looking at him while she made this final decision.

"I was going to go to the library to start on this essay," he said.

"Ah the big essay," and they both laughed. She admired his academic ability, she herself was studying to be a lawyer, often he had helped her with difficult phrasings. "Can you just wait? I might come with you." At least that would keep him in the house until she had made up her mind. But she didn't really need the think time, and she peed, and wiped herself, and felt the little twitchy tinglings she always felt when she knew she was about to have sex, and after washing her hands she went back to the kitchen, and stood at the door. She looked at him, Jeremy looked back at her. 

"You ready then?" he asked, though now he wished he hadn't mentioned going to the library. He didn't feel like the walk, and he had the first book he needed here anyway.

Barbara walked across the kitchen, and surprised him by standing behind him and putting her hands on his shoulders. The possibility of his turning her offer down had occurred to her, she was taking a risk here, and her stomach twitched. She leant her head down and whispered in his ear, "You're a really good friend Jeremy, and I really like you. If it would help...you know...how you feel about yourself and girls...we could pretend we're not friends...just for a little while..." Barbara knew he would recognize the reference to when he had said just that, and she also knew he was sensitive enough to know that this was a stepping out for her, for both of them. He put his hand up on hers, on his shoulder.

"Really?" he said, and there was a gratitude in his voice that convinced her fully that she was doing the right thing. Her hand enfolded his, and she took a step away. 

"Come on," she said, very softly, and led him by the hand to her bedroom. She shut the door behind them, and closed the curtains. It was a bright sunny day outside, and the room now had a subdued, very appropriate light, she thought. She sat on her bed, and started to remove the calf-length boots she always wore. Jeremy had stayed by the door, and watched her as one boot came off. She patted the bed, laughed softly and said, "Undress." He went over and sat on the bed, pulling at his sneakers and socks. Barbara had both her boots off now, and she stood up, pulling her top over her head and dropping it on the floor. She watched his eyes go to her breasts, they were small, but a beautiful shape, they pointed proudly out at him, the dark brown nipples small and erect and beckoning. Jeremy took a deep breath, trying not to stare, as he stood and his fingers fumbled at his shirt buttons. Barbara watched, when all the buttons were undone, she helped him take the shirt off. Jeremy looked at her belly, her ribs obvious through her skin, her belly flat, his eyes went to the valleys that sloped from her hips into her jeans.

Keeping her eyes on Jeremy, Barbara unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, stepped out of them. Her very slim legs were pale, she wasn't much of a beach goer. A pair of very brief black undies clung to her hips and over her mound, and she watched him as she slipped them down her legs and over her feet. She stood there now completely naked, and she liked that he was looking at her, and that his eyes showed he liked what he saw. She was very, very slim, not painfully thin, or unhealthily thin, but very slim. He looked at her belly again, at the slight jutting of her hips, then down to the bush of brown hairs on her mound, a mound that seemed high, and protuberant, accentuated by her slimness. The hairs sloped away between her thighs, which she had kept slightly apart, the folds of her labia mesmerized his eyes, as he looked at how they peeped out of the hairs, then also disappeared between her thighs, along with her slit, the beginnings of which he could see between the folds. Barbara stood still for nearly a minute, letting him look, feeling the little surges of heat between those folds, the little beginnings of her body getting ready. Then she stepped closer to him, put her hands down and unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them to his ankles, his jocks going with them. Jeremy's cock leapt out at that, it was hard and ready, and already at the tip there was a speck of moistness. As he stepped out of his jeans and jocks, clumsily kicking them away, Barbara put her hand down, and her fingers closed around his cock. Jeremy's insides jumped, no girl had ever touched it before, and with a grimace of embarrassment he felt a little spurt of wet spit from the end of his now over-excited cock. He looked at Barbara, he was about to apologise, but to his utter amazement she smiled at him, and licked the little dab of his come from her hand. That hand then went back to his cock, the other pushed gently at his shoulder, and she pushed him down on the bed. She then knelt on the bed next to him, her back to him, he could see her pretty little bum, the crack of it, she had her thighs only slightly apart, and his brain struggled with all the impressions, especially the one of how her vulva peeked at him from between her thighs, even the hint of her arsehole looked sexy, and of course the feel of the pressure of her fingers around his cock.

Barbara had decided now was the perfect time to test something she had had a discussion about several months before. In that discussion, a friend of hers had claimed that a virgin guy's come tasted different from other guys. Like the others in the group, Barbara had considered this to be absolute crap, but now was as good a time as any to find out. Also, it was obvious from the moisture around its tip, and the way his cock was throbbing in her hand, that Jeremy would come as soon as he entered her, and she didn't want that to happen.

Jeremy took his eyes from between Barbara's eyes for a moment, looked down to where her face was close to his cock, tried to resist the urge to thrust his hips against her hand, so badly wanted to come, but knew from all the 'sixty-second man' jokes that somehow it was important to hold it in as long as he could. With a startle he watched as she bent her head, and her lips closed around the top of his cock. This was something Jeremy had never suspected even happened, it hit him that there were entire sections of this sex thing that he had no idea about what so ever. The thought that a woman would ever put her mouth on or around his cock had never occurred to him. So it was with a stunned gasp that he felt Barbara's lips close tight around the shaft of his cock, her tongue licked and tickled at the tip of it, she tasted the warm saltiness of the little whitish drops there, her hand slid up and down the shaft of his cock, she could hear Jeremy grunting with pleasure, she felt his hand clutching at her bum, in invitation she opened her thighs, her mouth sucked at the head of his cock, he felt her hand as it slid firmly up and down his shaft, he looked between her legs, two lips were open, he could see the slit and her clit, and at the base of her slit a tiny hint of opening, his hand reached out and he pressed a finger into her, Barbara twitched as she felt his finger enter her. 

Her mouth tightened more on his cock, her tongue flicked at the tip, licked in the little opening, more of the salty whiteness licked onto her tongue, she tightened her cunt on his finger, he was doing that nicely, she pressed back a little at his finger, her mouth sucked harder at his cock, she felt Jeremy's body next to hers stiffen. Jeremy's back arched under the pressure that was now too much inside him, he took his finger from her, his hand cupped hard on one of the cheeks of her bum, needing to grip something, the soft moistness of her lips on his cock was too much now, and with a groan he came, the white fluid erupted from his cock into her mouth, his hips had thrust up, pushing his cock to the back of Barbara's mouth, he heard her make a gagging sound, then fell back on the bed.

Barbara choked just a little on the amazing amount of hot wet whiteness that had spurted from Jeremy's cock into the back of her mouth, at the same time she had felt a sharp thrill through her lower belly, not an orgasm but very pleasant nonetheless. 

Barbara lifted her head from Jeremy's cock, turned herself around as she swallowed, there were driplets of his come at the corners of her mouth, she gulped again, and the last of what had burst into her mouth went down her throat, the slippery warmth of swallowing it was something she rarely did, but this was different, and special. She lay down next to him, licking at her lips, with her hand wiping a few stray little bits away from her lips and chin. She was on her side, he was on his back, and she put her arm across his belly, felt as his trembling calmed.

"You must have been saving all that up," she smiled at him, and kissed one nipple, then the other of his slim chest. Jeremy' hand went to her back, stroking down her spine, he felt her quiver at that and wondered if he had discovered something else that women enjoyed. He was still, at the back of his mind, away from the part that held hard to the memory of her mouth on his cock, and the sight of between her thighs, the first time he had ever seen that beautiful sight, but at the back of his mind still stunned at the fact of her sucking his cock like that, and what was more startling still, the way she had swallowed what had come out of him. There was so much he had to learn about all this, that was now so obvious. Barbara had seemed to be begging for his fingers to be in her, he wondered did women like a man to put his mouth between her legs? So many other questions, so much to know about just what did women get out of sex, and how could he learn to do that? Did they feel how he did at that point of no return? He realised that he needed to know all these things.

All this became secondary as Barbara scrabbled around for a second and got under the sheets, holding them up for him to get under with her. As he did so, and lay himself beside her in the bed, knowing that now it really was going to happen, a sense of calm swept over him, and mingled with the anticipation and expectation that, among other things, was hardening his cock again, they were close together, and Barbara felt his cock hardening against her thigh. She leaned to him, put her mouth to his, her tongue pressed his lips open and he let it enter his mouth, his own tongue exploring her mouth. He wondered if he should mind kissing a mouth that had just been around his cock, that had just a few seconds ago been full of the sticky white fluid that up until just now had always seemed such a source of embarrassment. But he found he didn't mind at all, it was all part of the intimacy of this, and he decided he wanted to put his mouth on her down there, to taste whatever it was that made everything there seem so moist and mysterious.

Barbara too wondered if Jeremy was willing to do that, but she told herself it would have to wait for another time. She was a little apprehensive that one of the others might come home, though she wasn't expecting that, and find her in the act of breaking a rule she had so firmly adhered to for so long. She decided that the focus of this lesson-she laughed to herself at the way her brain called it that-would be Jeremy's first fuck, and that all other lessons could focus on the central matter of pleasing your partner. Not many of the men she had had bothered about that, and suddenly it was important to her that Jeremy was different in this, as he was in so many other things.

She broke off the kiss, and lazily, tenderly, stroked his chest.

"You have a nice dick Jeremy," she said with a soft laugh, and a realization that she was looking forward to having it inside her.

Jeremy was never any good with compliments, and he had certainly never imagined that he would receive one like this.

"Thank you," he sort of stuttered, "you're really pretty you know." He hoped he was saying the right things.

"No I'm not," Barbara replied matter-of-factly. "I'm skinny, and my tits are tiny." This was how she saw herself, how she had always seen herself.

"They're beautiful," Jeremy said, and to back up his comment he leaned his head, and put his mouth over her left breast, almost all of it fitted inside his mouth, and he sucked at it, and learnt to flick the nipple with his tongue at the same time. Barbara liked that, and he heard her make a little sigh. His teeth dug into the soft firmness of her breast, and she wiggled.

"Be gentle," she said, not angrily, but giving advice, reminding herself that was what this was all about. But she did like the way his tongue was caressing her nipple, and she stroked her fingers up and down his back. Jeremy inhaled deeply through his nose, the scent of her skin was new to him, her tit tasted wonderful, smelt wonderful. He could feel his ever eager cock harden fully, though it hadn't really softened that much, this was just too arousing. "Always be gentle," Barbara went on, "that's how most of us like it." And for a moment she shut her eyes and let herself enjoy the sensation of his tongue on her nipple, the wet feel of his lips around her breast, the sucking sensation. She could also feel his cock hard against her thigh, and sense his hips starting to move again. He was a young man, and she understood.

She lifted his head from her breast, kissed his lips, took his hand and placed it on her mound. Jeremy's fingers tickled at the fine hairs there, she wasn't all that hairy really, he thought, and then Barbara took his middle finger in her hand, and guided the tip of it to her waiting clit, and started rubbing on it with the tip of his finger, her fingers holding it tightly so that it stayed where she wanted it.

"Rub my clit like this," she showed him, and Jeremy let himself be guided, he had gathered with other girls that there was something important about this. He felt the moist little dampness of it, heard Barbara sigh softly, he looked to her face, she had her eyes closed, they opened again.

"We really like this," she said to him. Jeremy noticed that her right leg, knee up, was kind of swaying back and forth, and he also noticed the feeling of his cock sliding on her thigh.