8 comments/ 33053 views/ 2 favorites Channel 19 By: Old_Blue Around the end of last April I received a rather lengthy e-mail from a lady acquaintance in Indianapolis. She just returned from a four day mini-vacation in Tucson. She had been invited to stay with an old college friend of hers, whose husband was an over the road truck driver. During her stay, her friend introduced her to a new style of exhibitionism. She called it the latest fad in Arizona. Her e-mail was fairly graphic, in addition to getting me horny, I began to wonder if she hadn't stumbled on to something more people would be interested in. Three weeks ago, I got another e-mail from her. She and three of her friends, each invested twenty dollars for the purchase of a small, CB radio , an antenna, and one additional speaker. (CB stands for, citizens band radio, usually kept on channel 19, the general information channel.) This e-mail was just as hot as the first. It reinforced my idea, that other women, who have never acted on their impulse to tantalize men, may find this of interest. I gave her a call that night. She listened to my proposal and when I consented not to divulge certain segments, she kindly give her permission. She wants to share this with those of you who have an interest in exhibitionism and to encourage women who would like to show it off but are afraid to do so. Here's to you Kathy. ---------- I had never been to Tucson and it had been over two years since Liz and I spent any time together. I had expected her to show me part of the Old West, but here we were, in her Honda SRV, stuck in heavy construction traffic on interstater ten. She had invited two of her friends to go with us. I was sitting behind Liz. Sandy, a five foot zero inch, bleach blonde, was sitting next to me. In the front passenger seat was Ruth, a tall buxom, raven haired beauty. Liz had promised me a surprise filled and exciting afternoon. It didn't take me long to realize how right she was. I saw Ruth lean forward, it looked to me like she was adjusting the radio. As she sat back a mans voice came over the car speakers, "Hay, check this out, Black Honda crossover, cummin up on your six, looks good." I found my self looking around, puzzled over the disembodied voice that just mentioned the type and color car we were in. I saw Liz looking at me in the mirror. A grin on her face. Before I could ask what was going on another voice cracked into life. "She's got her hand in her top, scratching her titty. - Fuck, she's got a nice rack on her - and her skirt is showing a lot of leg." New voice, "Screw the legs, what's her titties look like." More and more voices were coming over the speakers. "What have you got on..." my voice trailed away as I noticed Ruth. One hand pulling her tube top out while the fingers of her other, brushed against the top of her breast, as the voice continued a description of her actions. I leaned over Sandy's lap to look up at the truck beside us. I could see the face of the driver, looking down at Ruth, getting a good view from up there. "Don't look at him," Liz snapped. "Never , never make eye contact. Sorry, Kathy. I didn't mean to yell, but it's a rule we have." I started to sit back up when Sandy put her hand on my back. "You can stay like that, that'll really give them something to talk about." I felt Sandy's hand slide down my back and over my ass. It seemed to be headed for my crotch. I gasped, making a loud noise. Liz reprimanded her. "Stop that Sandy. Kathy is here just to watch and listen. If she wants to join in, that's her decision to make." The radio was now a non stop commentary about Ruth's tits. As I looked at her, she exposed more of her right breast. You could hear the excitement in the drivers voice as he spread the word of the beautiful tit he was looking at. Liz spoke above the chatter on the CB, "Sorry, Kathy. I shouldn't have pulled this on you. Most of the time it's just us three that go out like this. It's a real turn on for us and I had hoped you would feel the same after you heard some of the talk from the truckers. "Most of the time we get so turned on, we go home to our husbands and fuck them and ourselves silly." "Holy fuck." I heard come over the speakers. I looked over. Ruth had her right breast completely exposed. I had to agree, Holy fuck, was right, her tit was so big and firm, it bounced with the movement of the car. The voice of the driver continued, "She just pulled her tit out and I'm watching her play with it. - Her nipple is fucking growing as I'm look-in at it. -- Holey shit. - I'd like suck on that big one. -- It's fucking beautiful you should see it. She's got a big old brown circle around the biggest fucking nipple I ever saw. -- Now, she pulling on it. - Honest to god. I'm going to fucking cream my pants." The CB was alive with suggestive chatter that was turning me on. I found myself squirming in my seat, pushing my thighs together as I felt my cunt begin to tingle. Not only could I hear this man talk about Ruth's tit, but I was watching her go through exaggerated suggestive movements. She stuck a finger in her mouth and sucked it, pulling her cheeks in. As she removed it she applied a thick coat of saliva with her tongue. She used the wetness to lubricate her nipple and large areola. She traced an inward spiral, until she came to the base of her nipple. I found her movements hypnotic as she lolled her head against the window and began to torment her nipple by pulling it. She seemed lost in this mans voice as he talked about her. She had pinched her nipple tightly and her breast was being pulled out and up. The strain on her nipple must have been intense because I heard her moan over the voices on the radio. Liz was now pulling forward, faster than the inside lane of trucks. We pulled along side another tractor, the tires so big that they came half way up the windows. "Fuck, he's right. -- This gals going to stretch her titty out until it hit's the front window. -- I can't believe this, the broad in the back, just pulled her shorts aside. She has blonde hair and a brown bush on her pussy. - Now it looks like she's slapping it. What a horny fucking broad this is." I knew he wasn't talking about me, so I pulled my eyes away from Ruth and saw Sandy. She was scrunched down, with her ass on the edge of the seat. Her legs were spread and she had pulled the right leg of her shorts as far over as it would go. She had no panties on. The first two fingers of her right hand had her pussy lips splayed, exposing the soft pink flesh of her inner lips. Her clit was like a tiny tube, very light pink in color. It stood only a quarter inch in height. Because of it's light color, it stood out in contrast to the dark colored outer lips at the top of her slit. I normally don't get turned on when I see another woman, but the sight of Sandy's splayed cunt made me think of my own, as I felt another stronger tingle inside. I pressed my legs tighter together. I felt the juice from my cunt seep from between it lips, drenching my panties and dampen my inner thighs. I looked up to see Liz looking at me in the mirror. There was a knowing smile on her face and she gave me a wink of acknowledgement. I looked back to Sandy. Her eyes were closed as she used two fingers to tap a steady beat on her clit. I watched closely as her clit began to enlarge and change from it's light pink color to a dark reddish brown as her blood rushed to engorge it. It seemed, the male voices and their descriptions of what these two women were doing, was driving both Ruth and Sandy on to further self indulgences. The voices of the men seemed almost desperate for us to pleasure them with the exposure of more of our bodies. My psyche now wanted to tantalize these men, to expose myself to them, to let them see my secret parts that they would never really get to know. I probably would have started fingering my self if I hadn't seen Ruth pull her tube top down to her waist, exposing both tits. One hand now tormenting the newly released nipple, while her other hand was under her dress. She still had her head against the window, moving it side to side in a rhythmic trance as she brought herself off. "Oh Fuck, Yea. Liz, it's to fast, This guy - has a hot voice and it's going to make me come. I can't hold back any more. Liz, I'm going to fucking cum. With a growling "Aaaahhaa." Ruth's body stiffened and then began to vibrate as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her. She had let go of her nipple and her chest was heaving, causing her big tits to bounce. Her large brown areolas seemed to exaggerate their movement. As I watched in horny fascination, I felt a nudge on my arm. I looked over to see Sandy, her face was contorted in need. "Please, help me. I can't - I need to come. I need a little more and I can make it. Please suck on my tit, suck very hard and I'll come for you." She pulled her finger from her cunt and lifting her jersey over her head. She had cone shaped B cup breasts, with an almost invisible areola and gumdrop size nipples. She pushed her left breast up for me to suck. "Please, I need you to suck it hard, I need it to hurt. Hurry please make me come." I had never had a woman's breast in my mouth before and here was a woman I hardly knew, asking me not just to suck her tit, but expecting me to make it hurt so she could come. Plus, she made it sound like I would be the sole reason that she was having an orgasm. Sandy couldn't wait for my indecision to end. She reached out, put her hand over the back of my neck and pulled my lips to her hard nipple. In a commanding tone she said, "Now suck." I opened my mouth and she pushed her tit in, trying to fill my mouth as she held my head in place. "Suck hard." I began to suck, but it was difficult. She had pushed enough of her tit in, that my mouth was stretched full. All I could really do was run my tongue around it. "Oh that feels so good. Yes, yes that's it, over my nipple. Oooh you are so good." I was surprised that I was beginning to enjoy the feel of her breast. The softness of her flesh and the hardness of her nipple as my tongue traveled over it. I didn't like her holding my neck in place, so the second she relaxed her grip, I pulled my mouth off her tit. As I did, the radio responded. "This is fucking great. One of them is sucking Blondie's tit. She must be a fucking vacuum, cause she sucked it all in her mouth." Sandy was trying to reach for me. "Stop," I told her. "I'll suck it, but my way or nothing." "Anything you want, please, suck and make it hurt." Now it was my turn to be demanding. "Stick you finger back in your cunt and start to fuck yourself hard. I won't suck and make it hurt until I hear someone tell me they like what you doing." Not seconds later, "The one in back is going fucking crazy. She is pounding her cunt. She so fucking wet I can see the juice dripping out of her. -- I'll bet she's a good fuck." "Nicely done." I told her as I bent my head down and sucked in as much of her tit as I could. "Yes, Kathy. Come on. You promised you'd make it hurt. Do it," she begged. I sucked as hard as I could, but it wasn't enough for her. "Your going to have to bite it. Bit hard and don't let go until I say." I did as she wanted, but I began with only a little pressure, my teeth on her areola and nipple. "Harder," she began. "More. - I need to feel more. -- Yes, yea, yeaaa. Fuck Yea, Aaaah FUCK!" Her body began to thrash and her tit was pulled from my mouth. I could see the red teeth marks on it. She was now slapping her cunt, wild hard slaps as her orgasm continued with screams of self inflicted pain and pleasure. With a last hard slap, she sunk two fingers into her cunt and began to squeeze her hand closed, like she was trying to crush her labia and clitoris. She was shuttering heavily as her knees came up and her legs snapped together, pinning her hand there as she finished cumming. The sound of the radio brought me back from my trance. " Did you copy? -- I said, she was screaming so loud, I could her it over my trucks engine. This woman went fucking wild. I'd like to have her ride my prick like that." I was in total disbelief, as I watched Sandy. She only finished her wild climax seconds ago and she sat up releasing her hand. She brushed the hair out of her face, rubbed the nipple that I had bitten, took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "Wow, thanks Kathy, the last time I had an orgasm that strong was when Bill stuffed a big dildo in my pussy then forced his cock in my ass." "Your incredible," I told her. "If that had been me, I'd be asleep now and wouldn't wake until tomorrow." "Not me, I get energized by an orgasm like that. When ever I have to clean house, I pull out the dildo. Once I've come a couple of times, I get my house clean in no time. "So, are you going to cum for them," she asked? There was no going back, I was now turned on and very, very fucking horny. I had to admit to myself that soon, very soon I was going to have to masturbate and cum, right here in Liz's car, with men watching me and I could hear there thoughts, I'd know what they were thinking and what they wanted. With that thought in mind, my hand moved up the right leg of my shorts and pushed my wet panties aside. I pushed two of my fingers into my cunt. The feel of them as they slid past my outer lips and into deeper regions was a soothing but momentary relief. Sandy, who had begun to play with her clit, stopped and watched me for a moment before she moved. "Yea, Kathy, over here, give them a good show." She moved off the seat, lifted my legs on to it and pushed me back so that I was now laying down. She quickly undid the button at my waist, unzipped the side and yanked my shorts off, with out me lifting my ass. My panties were now half off, making it easy for her to remove them. She took my right hand and placed it on my belly, encouraging me. "Come on Kathy, spread those legs and pump those fingers into your wet cunt, give them a good show and they'll make you come." Sandy got behind me, lifted my back into her lap as she pushed me closer to the window. My legs were spread wide. I started rubbing my clit and I felt Sandy raise my shirt above my breasts, unhook my bra and flip it up to expose my close set C cup titties. The radio crackled, "This is fucking unbelievable, there is a broad in the back seat and her cunt is just about in my face. I can almost smell it. -- Hot damn she rubbing her clit and there's another broad, holding her up and playing with her big hooters. --- She's pushing her cunt up higher, she just rammed three fucking fingers in it, holy fuck. It's like her pussy juice is coming out. -- Just splashing out-a her cunt. -- Damn, I'd like to get my face into that. I'd suck on her pussy until she couldn't come any more, then I'd ram my dick into her and make her scream for more." Sandy was fondling my tits and it felt ok, but the minute this guy made a comment about my hooters, it suddenly felt great. It was like they were his big hands, roughly working my tits as I brought myself off. This thought was making them become super sensitive and that feeling was pushing me close to the edge. When he said, he wanted to stick his face into my pussy and suck it, that brought me over the top. I pushed my cunt up high, as I crammed three fingers into it, trying to fill it, spread it wide as the muscles inside convulsed in orgasm. Sandy then pinched my nipples hard and I gave a short cry of pain, but that pain made me jump into another, different feeling orgasm, even before I had finished ridding out the first one. She moved out from behind me, letting me lay back. The driver, now getting a complete view of my body, with its still pulsing cunt and reddened tortured nipples. I was fully sated, not caring about the radio, just wanting to lay there, relax and enjoy the spent feeling. Liz now spoke in a rushed voice. "Sandy, listen up, I'm getting off at the next exit. I'm so horny, the seat is wet. I need you to drive. Kathy, don't put your shorts back on, just climb over the seat into the front. Liz exited the highway and came to an abrupt stop at the top of the on ramp. Everyone changed places while I pulled my naked ass into the front passenger seat. I found myself excited with anticipation and a renewed sexual energy at the thought of what was going to happen. Liz began to strip her jeans off. In four years of college and numerous get-to-gathers, I had never seen her naked before this. Liz had been right about her wet cunt. As she pulled her jeans off, her bare pussy was shiny from all the lubrication she had thrown out. Several strands of the thick sticky fluid stretched from between the slit of her pussy to the wet crotch of her jeans. She had long and shapely legs and a small pooch just above her pronounced mound. "Hurry Sandy. I can't last long, just the feel of the jeans slipping out from my pussies crack almost made me come." Sandy accelerated back on to the interstate. "I'm coming up on three of them, get ready. Kathy, turn the CB back on. It's that first small knob." The speakers came to life. "...left Chi town a day and a half ago..." "They've got them on." Sandy said. With out a word, Liz took her polo jersey off. I almost let out a gasp as I saw them. Her tits were actually bigger than Ruth's. Granted, they weren't anywhere near as firm, which is probably why in cloths, she never really looked that big. Liz laid herself back in Ruth's lap, and Ruth held her, working her tits, exactly like Sandy had done for me. "Coming up on the first one, -- Now," Sandy called back. "Watch this, the truckers love it, they go wild." Liz was pumping her hand in her cunt, everything but her thumb. I had turned in my seat and felt my mouth drop open as I watched Liz and heard the voice as we inched along side the first truck. "holy fucking christ. There's a woman and she's got her bare ass stuck up in the air." For some stupid reason, I felt a sudden flush of embarrassment. Both Ruth and Sandy had to laugh as I spun around and planted my naked ass on the seat, not thinking that I was giving him a good look at my cunt. "Shit, she just turned and I can see her fucking..." "Damn-it, don't stop now, you can see her fucking what?" "It's not her. -- There's another two in the back seat." "Yea, and what are they do-in? ---- Will you talk to me!" "She's a hot lookin broad, and she has her hand stuffed up her cunt, wile another looker is squeezing her tits." "Your full-o-shit." "No I'm not. You'll see, there move-in up towards you, you'll see. We'll catch you on the flip side. I got to pull off and take care off something." Liz had a tear in the corner of her eye. "Hurry Sandy, hurry, I can't hold out, I'm going to come." Ruth, slapped her hand, "Get your hand out of you cunt, and get ready, take good care of this truck and I'll let you come for the next driver. Now! Do it!" Ruth pushed Liz up and Liz pushed her hands, the side of her face and her big tits flat against the window. As we rolled past this driver, I spread my legs and parted my pussy lips, giving him an appetizer before he got the main course. "Crap, Walter was right. A good lookin, pretty thing, just opened her legs and gave me a good look at..." "Don't start the same shit as Walter. She did what!" "You have to see this to believe it." Liz now had a tortured look on her face. "Ooh hurry Sandy." I turned, exposing my ass, intentionally now. I won't say my ass filled the window. My ass covered a small portion of the window and I spread my cheeks. As I looked back at Liz, I watched as drop after drop of juice came out from between her separated legs. No wonder there was a tear in her eye and she was begging to come. Her pussy must be one solid ache by now. Channel 19 Ruth began. "Get ready Sandy. We're almost there Liz, just a few more seconds." An excited voice came over. "No Shit. She has her ass up and her cheeks are spread showing me her asshole." Then there was silence. "Now" Ruth hollered. I let go of my tiny cheeks and watched as the side window went down. Liz had her hand between her legs. She wasn't pumping, she was rocking her hand over her mound as she kept her four fingers pushed deep into her cunt. The car quickly filled with the hot desert air and I can only imagine what it must have felt like as it swirled around , pulling hard against her tits as it sucked on them. Liz was in a wild, full screaming orgasm. She screamed her obscenities into the hot wind, as a flood of liquid poured from between her legs and a violent shutter began to consume her body as she fell back into Ruth's arms. "Close it." Ruth spoke calmly to Sandy I took a chance, and looked up at the driver. His eyes were locked on Liz, I knew he could hear her. He had the mic to his lips, but nothing came over the CB. We all seemed to be drained from Liz's orgasm. She slept as Sandy headed us over to Ruth's place, for dinner and drinks. That evening, we relived the events of the day. They told me some of the stories they had acquired over the past year of doing this. I asked them questions about how they started. Liz told me, "One day I was riding in the truck with Cal, when the CB came alive with horny men describing a young woman in a blue Camero, who was masturbating. They were going into details of what they wanted to do to her or have her do to them. "A few seconds later Cal said, here she comes and asked if I wanted a look. The girl pulled up beside us and slowed to our speed. She had the car in cruse, while her right leg laid across the seat, giving me and hubby a good view of her black bush and the finger she would push into it, then pull it out and stick it in her mouth, then back into her pussy it went. She stayed beside us for only ten or fifteen seconds before she moved on to the next truck. The sight of her and the talk over the CB got me so horny, I told Cal to pull over at the next rest area. "Over the next couple of days, I'd think about that girl and how the men got so excited as they talked about her. I'd get so turned on as I thought about her, I'd have to masturbate. "About a week later, Ruth and Sandy came over for a morning get together. I told them the story and it turned them on too. By the time we finished our coffee, we had it all planed out. "When we first started, we would just flashing the drivers and get excited as we listened to the CB. Progressively got bolder and exposed ourselves for a longer period of time. The drivers appreciated this, and there descriptive comments were making us so horny, we couldn't stay out for more than a few minutes before we'd have to got home and take care of our needs. "One day, Sandy was in back, Ruth was driving, when we heard, "Will you look at the pussy on her. She's pumping it like her hand was a jackhammer." I looked in back to see Sandy, no jeans on, finger fucking herself and having a good time as we listened to the CB buzz. I remembered thinking if Sandy can fuck herself and get a real rise out of these guys, so can I. Poor Ruth was so horny, all she could do was unsnap her tight jeans and stimulate her clit. Liz looked at Ruth. "It was a miracle we didn't crash when your orgasm hit." Ruth now spoke. "From that day on, we would bring ourselves off as we let them watch. Not to brag, but we now have it down to a routine, where we each have our own special talent that we use to entertain those drivers. They reward us and make us even hotter with their thoughts, only they don't know that we hear what there saying." I was rather puzzled, "Why would you have a routine? Doesn't it get old and boring that way?" Sandy now spoke, " No. Haven't you and your husband screwed the same way for a month or so, and didn't it feel just as good every time?" "Sorry, Sandy, your talking to the wrong girl. My x-husband, had a premature ejaculation problem. I could suck on his dick for what seemed like hours and he couldn't cum. However, he could never get his dick closer than two inches to my cunt before he'd start to shoot all over it. "Wash his cum out of my pubic hair got to be a pain in the ass, that's when I started shaving my pussy, to make it easier to clean." "Didn't he ever get his dick in you?" "Yea, the only way for it to happen was for him to lay on his back, keep his eyes closed and let me suck his dick for at least five minutes. Then I'd have to move quickly, mount it and try to fuck it at supersonic speeds. If he opened his eyes, he'd shoot his load and his dick would shrivel up in seconds." "Did you ever get to cum," Ruth asked? "That's the main reason we're divorced. "So. Are we going to go out tomorrow, for more of the same action?" Liz looked disappointed. "Oh Kathy, I wish we could. It's one of those crazy things, when three women hang around together a lot, we all get our periods at the same time and we three are like clock work. "We tried doing it once and it just didn't work. We felt uncomfortable and all we got were gross comments on the CB. Not to mention, we stained the seat of Sandy's car and had to leave the windows open for three days, even after we sprayed a ton of Fabreeze in it. We said our good nights and Liz drove me to my motel, promising me we'd have an early breakfast and she'd take me sight seeing. ----- Laying in bed, I reminisced over what I had seen and done that day. As I did, that wonderful familiar feeling began to creep around my insides. I masturbated until I fell asleep. I never go anywhere, over night, without bringing my big red glass dildo and I was glad of it. Over an hour of non stop fucking myself, cumming six different times as I dredged up the voices of those men, especially those of three guys with really sexy voices. Over the next two days Liz took me to all the tourist spots. Tucson is a beautiful place and there is a ton to do there, but I was disappointed that we never went out on what Ruth called Show and Tell. We show and they tell us what they want. ----- When I got home, I couldn't shake my desire to tantalize those truck drivers. I found myself wearing a skirt and t-shirt with no bar and panties as I drove around the Indianapolis 465 loop. I searched for trucks to flash my tits to or expose my cunt. It wasn't the same. I knew they were looking at me, but I wasn't getting the same gratification, it felt kind of empty. The hot cunt dripping drive and feel wasn't there, and I stopped going out. A week later, I was invited to a home cooking product party. I didn't really want to go, but Mandy was a good friend. It was one of those, where twenty people are invited and the all say they'll be there, but it was just Mandy, Tam, a Korean woman that Mandy worked with at Mutual Insurance, Lynn Holt, the sales lady and me. I didn't recognize Lynn at first, she had gained a lot of weight since we last worked together in sales at the now defunct Heilig Meyers Furniture store. The product demo was forgotten as the four of us sat, sipping cheep wine and getting acquainted or reacquainted with each other. We all had two things in common, we were all divorced and hated our x-husbands. Mandy tossed the conversation in my direction. " I know you just got back from Tucson. Tell us about everything you did there." I almost choked on my wine and began to giggle. I was thinking, there's no way I could tell them, when a vision of me thrusting my cunt up to the car window, filled my mind and my face flushed. Mandy asked, "What just happened?" "Don't ask. It would embarrass me and you if I told you." "What could be more embarrassing than me telling you how my husband use to give me an enema and then fuck me in the ass," Lynn said. "Are you sure you want to hear this? It involves exhibitionism and some masturbation." Tam now spoke up," I love not wearing panties and masturbating when I'm at work." Everyone took a quick look at her and she blushed. "I don't know about anyone else, but I want to hear every dirty detail. There are dirty details," Lynn asked? Everyone seemed interested, so, I gave them the uncensored story. When I finished, we all noticed that Tam had her hand down the front of her slacks. "What!" She said, "I don't know about you, but when I get horny, I have to do something about it." Mandy spoke up. "I'd like to try that. That is if Kathy will show us how it's really done." No one bought any baking products, but everyone kicked in twenty dollars. We agreed in two days, this Thursday, right after work, before the sun went down, we'd go out on our first Show and Tell mission. ----- That Wednesday I went to the Pilot Truck Stop off I465. I batted my eyes lashes at a young clean-cut and rather hansom truck driver. I told him I wanted a small cheep CB radio and asked if he could help me pick out what I needed. Not only did he save me some money, by not letting the manager over sell me on stuff, but he took ten minutes and installed it in my old 1994 Lincoln, and showed me how to use it. Just a quick note: All you need, in order to do this, is the cheapest radio, it's a small black unit, on sale it will cost $29.99, and it's always on sale some where. The antenna with cable is 19.99 and if you want an additional speaker, which I recommend, the cheep model is 12 and the high end is 20 dollars. ----- Our first night out, wasn't as exciting as I had wanted, but the girls were happy with the results. Lynn got the biggest response, when she flashed one of her large heavy tits and a drivers voice came over the speaker. "Shit, she just pulled out a big old titty with the pinkest nipple. It looks like a pink rosebud, it's so big. -- I'd like to use her tit for a pillow and I could fall asleep sucking on that nipple of hers." Mandy was driving and all she did was hike her skirt up to her crotch, coaxing a few minutes of comments, "Wish she'd pull that dress up a little higher. I'd love to see what's further up. -- What she's show-in don't look half bad." As for me, I tried doing what Ruth did. I had a breast exposed from my tube top and was pulling on my nipple. The first two trucks we rolled by didn't even notice. By the time we pulled along side the third truck my nipple was hurting so bad I had to let go. That's when I got noticed. All and all, I figured I got about half as good comments on my tits as Ruth had. So I consoled myself with the thought that her tits were more than twice the size of mine, so really I did better than she did. We really did have a good time, even though we didn't get horny enough to masturbate, we all agreed to do it again tomorrow. Tam was excluded in that not masturbating part. I swear, that girl gets horny and puts her hand to her crotch if she sees a magazine ad for men's underwear. The next night was totally different. I was driving, Lynn and Tam were in back. Tam had quickly claimed the passenger side back seat. Tam stands five feet seven inches tall, not short by any means. She probably tips the scale at a hundred and one pounds, if she is wet and fully clothed. She must have tits, because she has small nipples and areolas the size of a half dollar, but I've seen men with bigger tits than she has. The one big thing about Tam is her appetite for orgasms. As soon as we merged onto I465, Tam stripped off her shorts, then opened her handbag and pulled out a rubber cock. It was about ten inches long complete with rubber balls, so only six inches was the most it could penetrate. The girth of it was another story. It was every bit of two inches across. "See this," she said, with a twinkle in her eyes, as she waved the dildo around. "You watch I'll get their attention tonight." She was right. The radio crackled. "This is nuts. There's a Chinese broad in an old white Lincoln and she's waving a big fucking dildo around and..." "Where are they, what lane?" "South bound, just at mile marker seventeen and this gal has no pants or underwear on. -- She's got a tiny skinny ass and a big bush of black hair. - I'd like to see her use that thing." I was getting excited. "Tam can you really take that big dong in you?" "Oh, it's no problem, I have bigger at home." "Ok then. Put your legs on the seat and your back into Lynn's lap. Now do what ever you want with your toy. Lynn. You need to push her so her cunt is closer to the window, while your supporting her back." I felt like a producer, orchestrating their movements. Tam didn't need much coaching. A new voice came over the speaker. "Hay, their beside me and the oriental babe has her cunt in the air and... -- Wow, holy shit, there's her dildo. Oh Damn, she's putting it in. - What a sweet fucking cunt on her. -- This is fucking wild. She is humping that thing like crazy. --- Shit, I'd like to have her fuck my dick like that. God, she'd drain me dry in no time." I turned my mirror so I could watch Tam. It was easy to see that his words were spurring her on. Getting her to perform for him. She was working that fat dildo in and out with a piston like movement. As she did, she started to talk out loud to the guy on the radio, as if he was there with her. "Ooh, fuck yeaaa. Push that big cock of yours into me. Oooh Fuck. Oooh Fuck, your going to make me come. - Aaah, this is no little cum, it's a big one. Yea, Yea, FUCK!" With that she pushed her cunt up to the window. The other drivers, not able to view Tam, all wanted more details, They were bombarding the lucky prick, as he was being called, with questions. "What's she look like? - How big is her cunt? - Can you see her tits? - Are the other broads fucking themselves?" I watched Tam as her ass fell back to the seat, but she kept moving the dildo, not like before. Now it was with a slow, steady push and pull. "Tam." I coaxed her, "Pull the dildo out completely and spread you pussy lips. Lets give him a good look." She slowly pulled the dildo out, then ran it up and down her wet slit, before she forced the head of the dildo into her mouth, stretching it open. She then brought both hands down to her cunt, inserting two fingers from each hand, and pulled her cunt wide open. The driver was breathing very heavy as he described how the Chinese girl had just pulled her cunt open for him. I wasn't sure if he was having a heart attack or if he was jerking off as he watched Tam tantalize and torment him. I also noticed that Lynn, Mandy and I were squirming in our seats, I know my pussy wanted attention and I'm sure the others felt the same. Despite our needs, this was Tam's show, no one wanted to take the attention away from her. We were going to let her see it thru and help if she wanted it. Tam let go of her cunt. She then pulled the dildo from her mouth and plunged it into her stretched out pussy. The CB was silent for a minute. "Where are they," Tam wanted to know? "Shit, my pussies on fire and I need to come, I want to..." I had pulled forward to the next truck, I guessed our big talking trucker just shot his load and was done for the night. The radio just came back to life as Tam called out, "Kathy." "What is it Honey?" "Make him talk dirty to me. Please make him." I was about to tell her I couldn't, when her wish was granted. "I was wondering what happened. - Their beside me now and Crap! - The Swift driver wasn't kidding. - Her pussy is stretched to the max with a fat dildo." A new driver, "Paul are you string me along?" "This is no lie, that Swift driver was telling the truth. -- I'm telling you, she's just pounding away on it. - holy Fuck, She's just a tiny little thing and that dildo is as big around as my wrist. - She' shoving her pussy up in the air and... - What the fuck was that. She just shot a stream of piss all over the window, and I swear, I heard her scream my name." Tam was talking to herself and the driver that couldn't hear her. "Ooh, yes, that's what I need. Oh, Paul, I can feel it, getting bigger and bigger inside me. Poke me with you prick. Yea, yea, that's the spot. Your going to make me come. I'm going to have the big one, I know your big fucking cock is going to fucking fill my hole and making it happen for me." Tam was in a different world. The three of us couldn't understand what was going on with her, when she heaved herself into an arch and began to squirt against the car door, window and roof as she emitted an ear piercing scream of " P A U L!" Once the squirting stopped, she collapsed and I floored it to the next exit, where I pulled over. First to see if Tam was OK and secondly to mop up the flood she just released over my newly cleaned car interior. I was ready to call it a day and go home to give my pussy a well needed work out. I also needed to get out of my cum dampened dark blue shorts, that I just noticed had a very wet spot, all the way up to my mound. When I asked how everyone else felt about going home, Mandy began to plead, "Please, just a little more. After watching Tam fuck herself to a squirting climax. I think I have the nerve to show my tits off. I don't want to chicken out, like I did last night." I got back behind the wheel, "Mandy! Lets go show some titties." We merged into traffic and I saw our target, three trucks in a row. "Get ready to take it off." When I heard her slip her heavy jersey over her head, I looked over. My foot came off the accelerator and my jaw hit the floor as I saw Mandy's tattooed tits. After I got over my initial shock, I began to notice details and I hope my description of the delicate art work can help you envision it. From her cleavage, a whale tail came up and fanned over the top round of her breasts. Two, four inch high heads of unicorns, one above each breast were set slightly off center, allowing the outside curve of her breast to form the neck line of the unicorn. From her collarbone on each side of her neck, small fern branches formed a permanent necklace. "What do you think." she asked, with a hopeful look in her eyes. "I think, with tits like yours and the gorgeous tattoo to set them off, your going to be a big hit. Flaunt em." I told her as we approached the first truck. Mandy turned in her seat and pushed her tits against the glass as I pulled up and then kept a steady pace, in line with the drivers window. Sure enough, the CB came to life. "Yea, breaker. I got a looker here. She's showing me her tattoo." "Yea, what's it look like?" "I don't know - I can't take my eyes off her nipples." "Come-back?" "I said she has a tattoo on her titties, but all I can see are a real pretty set of knockers and nipples being pushed against her window. And I forgot to take my heart medicine today." Mandy pulled her tits away from the window and scooted down in her seat, spread her legs and flipped her dress up, exposing a neatly trimmed line of black pubic hair, with a tattoo of a swan, its neck bent and its bill touching her slit. "Hot Fucking Damn. She's got a big bird by her cunt and its pecker is going for her clit. -- Where in hell did I put my heart medicine? --- Oh lord, take me now, I ready to go, only don't take me until she's done." I'm sure the other two truck drivers were confused and not believing this old timer. I looked over at Mandy, and I could see why he wanted his heart medicine. Her right hand was squeezing the nipple of her right breast and two fingers of her left hand were sliding in and out of her glistening wet cunt. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back on the headrest. I gave the car more gas and we cruised up to the next truck. Mandy didn't open her eyes or increase the speed of her strokes. She had a goal in mind and was going to reach it her way. Channel 19 "He was right." Came over the CB. "She has tattoos of horses and some other stuff on her tits, and does she ever have some nice hooters. These look like the type you just want to wiggle your toes on. - Oh yea, I forgot to mention. She's finger fucking her pussy! - Let me tell you, that looks good too. I'd like to stick my nose up her cunt and lick her asshole." Another voice, "You are one sick puppy." "Yea, well you should be seeing them in about ten seconds. Then tell me what you'd want to do to her." The car windows were closed and the AC was on low. My pussy was crying for attention and all those tears had soaked my shorts. I could feel them leaking down the crack of my ass. Not to mention, scent of sex being thrown off by four horny women was making my head spin. I hated the idea of possibly grabbing some of the spot light from Mandy, but all's fair when your horny and need to come. So. I let go of the steering wheel for a second, lifted my ass and pulled my shorts down to my knees, then I let my fingers do one of the things they do best. The voices came again. "Are you fucking blind. There are four women in that old Lincoln and every one of them has their fingers in their cunt. All you can see is fingers flying over wet pussies and titties just a bouncing. It must smell like a whore house in there. -- If that driver starts to come, she'll likely swerve into us, so lets back off a bit and let em go." His words made me take control of myself and I got us off at the next exit. At least I got me off at the next exit. As I sat there trying to recover and pull my sticky wet shorts up, Lynn started. "Oh, god, I'm going to come, right her in the car, in front of everyone. My cunt is squeezing my fingers. Kathy, I'm going to cum in your car. I'm sorry. -- Ooh, I'm so close. "I wish I could suck on my own tits." With that said, Tam was there. Before Lynn could stop her, Tam had pulled her jersey up and had one of Lynn's big heavy tits in her hand. Lynn's urge to come was momentarily over ridden by fear. "Stop, stop. What are you doing." "You said you wanted to feel suction on your tit to help make you cum. So I help you. "You just think about all those men who told you how much they wanted to suck on your tits. They told you what they wanted you to do to them. "Think of that and pretend that they are milking your big fucking titties and your favorite man is sucking on them." I interrupted, "Lynn, trust her, she is right. I experienced the same thing. Just let go and you'll cum." Lynn didn't say anything, she just laid her head back and put her fingers back into play. Tam bent over her and with two hands, began squeezing Lynn's tit, like she was milking a cow as she sucked on her pink rosebud nipple. It didn't take long for her to get to the same point of need, only now it was different and better. "Ooh yeaa. Pinch my other nipple. Fuck, like that, yes. Oh, yea, my cunt is so tight, it's clamping around my fingers. Suck! Yea! --- Fuck, Oooh FUCK! I'm Cumming!" Lynn body stopped shaking, but she was still breathing hard as I heard her say, "Thank you Tam, it was sweet of you to do that for me." "It was no problem, next time you do it to me." Thru this entire cum fest, Mandy had been quiet and steadily fucking herself. Her eyes were still closed and her head hadn't moved. I was feeling a little worried and wanted to shake her, to see if she was OK. Tam stopped me. "No. Don't wake her, she's in a trance. She must have been concentrating to much on the truck drivers voice and he put her in a trance. See the vain in her neck? Watch." I watched and suddenly it pulsed rapidly and then calmed. "Every time that throbs, she is having an orgasm," Tam told me. "No. That cant be," I said as I watched closely, but a minute later, there it was again. "She can cum hundreds of times like this, with tiny, tiny orgasms. Best way to bring her out of it is to make her have big orgasm." "And, how do you propose we do that?" "Easy, just reach over and play with her clit. Then she will have a big orgasm. If your afraid, I'll do it." As the self-appointed ring leader of this gang, I felt it was my responsibility to look after the others and I guess this was all part of it. I reached over and slid a finger into the top of her slit. Her clit felt a lot different than mine. My clit is thin and when I get turned on, it grows in length and only puffs out a little. The feel of Mandy's clit was three times fatter than mine and it wasn't pliable at all, it was as hard as my nipples get when their over stimulated. I began to briskly rub my finger over it, when she gave a lurch, pushing my hand out of the way. She then began to slap the palm of her hand against her cunt with each rapid thrust of her fingers. There was no dialogue preceding her orgasm, she loudly grunted and groaned her way thru it, raising her ass off the seat and pushing her cunt up to meet her plunging fingers. After, her breathing was heavy, as if she had gust run a marathon. "Hue, I'm exhausted. I haven't had an orgasm like that in years. I feel like I could fall asleep." "What's the last thing you remember," I asked? "What do you mean?" "Mandy. You were in some kind of sexual trance. You were slowly fucking your pussy and you must have cum twenty times." "That's impossible!" "OK. So, tell us, from the time that you put your fingers into your cunt, what do you remember?" Instantly she began. "I remember him wondering where he put his heart medicine." "Yea, and what else?" "Aah, I remember thinking how good it felt when my fingers slid into me. It felt wonderful and soothing and I could feel my entire body just turn to mush." "OK, then what." "Well, then I had my orgasm, and here we are." Lynn now spoke, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but from the time that you started to diddle yourself to here we are, fifteen minutes has passed. You've been fucking yourself that entire time. "If Tam is right, you've been in a trance and have been having loads of orgasms. It's no wonder your tired. Mandy now looked at Tam for confirmation. "Don't look so worried. It's a wonderful thing. I do it when ever I feel stressed and it relaxes me." "Oh God," Mandy moaned. "If any of you see me walking around, with my hand at my crotch, like Tam. Please give me a swat on the ass." That broke the tension and even Tam got a laugh out of it. ----- The four of us go out at least once a week and I hope, that like Liz and her group, our periods start to coincide. At first, I thought separate periods was a good thing, as it gave us a designated driver. The problem is that period or not, you still get horny and I've already ruined two nice pair of shorts. One last parting word. That collision last week, of four tractor trailers. It was not my fault. Channel 7: KUNT Wars "Whoever had the brilliant idea to hire two female anchors, should be taken out and shot," Sue Marshal said, as she watched the two women storm off to their respective dressingrooms. Sue was the producer of the late night K-U-N-T Channel 7 TV news program the two women were supposed to co-host, and had been dealing with their temper tantrums for over six months now. What had started out as a simple dislike had now escalated into full-scale warfare. Sharon Daniels and Lisa Moore had disliked each other from the very beginning. At first it had been some catty comments behind each other's backs. That had progressed to name-calling face to face. Then the pushing and shoving had started. At times the crew had to, reluctantly, pull the two beauties apart to keep them from tearing each other's clothes off. Slowly over time the hostilities began to spill over onto the air. While they were warned to keep their dislike for each other to themselves, secretly the owners of the TV station dared not take them off the air, as the ratings had climbed higher than they had ever been, as an eager audience tuned in each night to see what would happen next. The eleven o'clock news had become more popular than the steamiest soap opera. Sharon was the older of the two women at 34 years of age. She had long shoulder length hair that framed a model's face. Not only that but she worked out on a regular basis, and had the body to go with the face, although she usually dressed conservatively on the air. She had been at K-U-N-T longer than the other woman and had felt that she should have been considered the senior partner, but management had chosen to make them equals. Lisa was the fresh face the management had been looking for. She had long dark hair, that she always wore pulled back in a ponytail. Just like Sharon, she had a killer body, and wasn't afraid to show it off, wearing snug fitting outfits with low cut tops, even on air. She was only 25, and this was her first professional gig since getting out of college, but she had been the anchor for her college TV news and had been highly regarded by her associates and the instructors. She was anxious to advance her career, and was not going to let some over the hill spinster, as she thought of Sharon, since she had never been married, hold her back. Sharon slammed the door to her dressing room. She was so angry she immediately began throwing things around. This was the last straw. She had gone too far tonight, and Sharon was not going to let her get away with it, even if the powers to be were. The snide comments had been one thing but tonight when she had read the lead-in to the story Sharon had worked all week on, about local prostitution, she had handed the camera over to her by saying, "It seems prostitution is on the rise in our area, and here is our KUNT reporter Sharon Daniels with the details." There had been an audible gasp from the small crew. All on air personnel had been warned to never pronounce the station's call letters, but to always spell them out, due to their unfortunate connotation. Attempts to get the FCC to allow them to change their call sign had failed, and it was just something they had to live with. At first Sharon had been happy, feeling that this would be enough to get the little witch fired. She was unbelievably shocked when Sue had simply given her a warning not to do it again. The girl had had the audacity to bat her eyelashes at her, and say, in a southern drawl, "Oh, did I do something wrong? I'm ever so sorry. I assure you it won't happen again." From Sue's comments and the looks from the other crew, she knew nothing would be done about this. It was up to her to get back at the girl. If this was the way she wanted it, then this was the way she was going to get it. But, how? She sat down at her desk trying to come up with a good plan. She idly tapped her fingers on a stack of papers, as she thought. It took her several minutes to realize what she thumping on. It was the file for her story on local prostitution. She smiled to herself as a plan began to form in her mind. It was oh so naughty, but it might be what the little bitch needed. She started humming to herself as she opened the folder, found the number she was looking for, picked up the phone and started dialing the number. "Hello, Monique?" she said, when someone finally answered the call. "I need to hire your services for a night." *** It had been almost a week since Lisa's crude introduction, and still no vengeance. The crew had started a pool as to how long it would be before Sharon got back at her younger rival. No one had any idea of what it might be, but they knew that Lisa had crossed a line, and whatever Sharon came up with it would be a doozy. It was time to get started. It was an extra small crew tonight. There was Jane, the camera operator, which wasn't unusual, and Sue in the control room with Jim, the engineer. Bill the sports reporter had had to leave for a family emergency, so his part of the show would be a prerecorded version of his six o'clock report. The only other member of the crew was Roger the weatherman who was as gay as the day was long. Lisa found Sharon already sitting at the anchor desk when she walked into the studio. The older woman nodded politely, but that was all. Lisa was getting more and more nervous wondering what Sharon would do to get back at her. She had tried to apologize, but Sharon had blown it off, saying not to worry about it. Lisa climbed onto the dais that the desk was mounted on, sat down and slid her chair forward. As she got into position her chair made a little jerk, and seemed to drop a fraction of an inch as if it had dropped into hole. She started to look down, and saw a couple of wooden wedges nailed to the floor. They were very similar to the edging on the dais. Being wedges they would allow her chair to roll one way over them, but she would have to physically lift her chair to back up. As she wondered about the wedges she was distracted by the signal from the camera operator to start the broadcast. "Good evening. Welcome to the Channel 7 eleven o'clock news," Sharon started. "I'm Sharon Daniels." "And I'm Lisa Moore," Lisa said, getting into the broadcast. "In the news tonight..." Sharon continued, as she started reading the articles. As Lisa waited for her cue, she thought she felt something touch her knees. That couldn't be she thought, she must have imagined it. No, there it was again, something definitely touched both her knees. She almost gasped as she realized that what was touching her legs was a pair of hands, and judging by the softness, it was a pair of woman's hands. The hands slid up her smooth thighs, pushing the hem of her skirt with them. The woman then curled her fingers and slid them back down her legs, dragging her razor sharp nails down her smooth skin. Lisa shuddered as goosebumps raced up and down her spine. While she had only had one brief lesbian experience in college, which had not gone any further than some kissing and heavy petting, she was finding this sudden turn of events very arousing. Even though she was shocked at what was happening, she also felt that old familiar twinge between her legs, that told her she was getting excited. She took a quick sideways glance at Sharon, and noted that she seemed totally ignorant about what was going on a couple of feet away from her. No one else in the studio, or control room, seemed to notice anything either. Suddenly Lisa felt the hands return to her knees and try to pry her legs open. She clamped her legs together, and smirked to herself in the knowledge that her thigh muscles were much stronger than this mystery woman's arms. Apparently the mystery woman figured this out for herself very fast, because she began to use a different tactic as soon as she felt Lisa's legs tighten against her grip. The woman simply curled her thumbs in and dug the razor sharp nails into the soft flesh on the inside of Lisa's knees and began pressing outward. Lisa was able to handle the nails digging into her knees at first, but as the pressure increased, it soon became unbearable, and her legs snapped open, almost as if they were spring loaded. The woman immediately wedged her shoulders between Lisa's knees so that she couldn't close them again. As Sharon handed over the camera to Lisa, so she could read an article about a local man arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior, the woman under her desk reached up and slid her finger down over the wet crotch of Lisa's panties. Lisa shivered in the middle of her report as the woman's finger slid over her clit. Fortunately she was able to cover her reaction due to the nature of the story she was reading, but from the look Jane gave her, she was beginning to worry about how long she could hide what was going on under her desk. Lisa almost lost it when she felt the woman pull her panties to one side, fully exposing her extremely sensitive twat. She managed to stutter her way through the rest of the article even as the woman's finger wormed it's way into her dripping wet pussy. She was so relieved when she was able to hand the show back over to Sharon. She wasn't sure how much longer she could have held out under the manual assault the woman had launched on her exposed sex. As soon as Sharon began talking, Lisa reached under the desk and tried to push the woman from between her legs, but to no avail. The woman merely pushed her hand away, and even pushed her face further between her legs until she her nose was parting Lisa's swollen pussy lips. Lisa gasped out loud as the woman's tongue slid between her cunt lips, and over her sensitive clit. She quickly covered her mouth, as the camera operator looked at her in surprise, wondering what was going on. In the control room Sue wasn't sure, but had an idea. She quickly told Jane to keep camera one on Sharon and camera two on Lisa. At the same time she flipped some switches and began recording Lisa. She wasn't one hundred percent sure, but she figured that the recording might be fun for later viewing. "What's going on?" Jim asked, as he watched Sue flipping switches. "I'm not sure," Sue replied with an evil grin. "But, I think things are about to get interesting." Behind the desk, Lisa was climbing closer and closer to orgasm from a combination of the woman's talented tongue and the fact that she was being licked while on the air. And, to make matters worse, she was totally helpless to prevent it, without calling attention to herself. She was trying desperately to hide what was going on, without much success. Lisa had never realized how much of an exhibitionist she was, until this moment. The woman's tongue was driving her crazy. She was squirming in her seat and desperately trying to keep from making too much noise. Lisa had one hand on the woman's head, which alternated between trying to push her away, and pulling her face tighter into her crotch. Fortunately they were nearing the end of the broadcast, because, despite her best attempts to stop it, Lisa was rapidly closing in on an earth-shattering orgasm. Roger had just done the weather, and Sharon had introduced Bill's sports report, and the tape had started rolling, when suddenly the woman slid a long slender finger into Lisa's tight puckered asshole, and that was more than she could handle. She pulled the woman's face tightly into her crotch, arched her back, as her head fell backwards, and she slapped her free hand over her mouth to keep from screaming out loud in pleasure. The woman under the table sucked and lightly bit Lisa's super sensitive clit, as her finger probed her rectum. At the same time she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her steaming pussy, and found her G-spot. Lisa was sure she was going insane with pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before. Lisa's pleasure only subsided when the mystery woman relented in her assault on the young woman's nether regions. She slumped into her chair gasping for breath, her body covered in sweat, her pussy dripping girl-juice like a wide-open tap. Her anus twitched rhythmically as the woman removed her finger. Slowly the mystery woman retreated under the desk, leaving the almost comatose Lisa in her chair with her skirt pushed up to her waist and her panties to one side. "My god that was hot," Jim said, as he reached for the remote control to zoom the camera in on Lisa's beautiful face, which displayed a mask of pure sexual pleasure. Although no one else could see what the woman under the desk was doing, or that she was even there, just watching Lisa cum so hard was an amazing thing to watch. "Sharon," Sue said quickly into her microphone. "Wrap it up." As soon as Sharon finished talking, and they had gone to the late night network feed, Sue reached over into Jim's lap, and grabbed his rock hard cock. "You're got that right. After seeing that, I'm so horny I could fuck a horse. Hell, I could fuck the entire Clydesdale team." Sharon looked at the control room window just in time to see Sue pulling Jim out of his chair and down to the floor. When she looked over at Lisa, she was still in a semi-conscious state, and Jane was anxiously making sure she was all right. Roger had already left the studio showing his total disinterest in anything female. While everyone was busy elsewhere, Sharon slid her chair out from under the desk, stood up and put her hand under the top. When she pulled her hand back, she pulled the mystery woman out from under her side, helping her stand up. Since the desk was basically just a big hollow box it was easy for the woman to crawl underneath to Sharon's side, so she could get out without disturbing Lisa. The only thing she had to worry about were the hundreds of wires that ran under the desk. "Was that what you had in mind?" the woman asked, licking Lisa's juices off of her lips. "That was perfect, Monique," Sharon said, as she hustled the beautiful young woman toward the door. When they got to the door, Sharon reached into a hidden slash pocket, in her slacks, and pulled out a wad of cash. "$200 as agreed, plus a $50 tip." "Thanks," Monique said, as Sharon stuffed the money down the woman's cleavage. "If I'd known she tasted so good, and I'd have so much fun, I'd have probably done it for half as much." "Well," Sharon said, taking the hooker in her arms, and giving her a big hug. "It was well worth the money." "Call me any time you want to do anything like that again," Monique said, leaning in to kiss the beautiful woman on the lips. "What are you doing for the rest of the night?" Sharon moaned, as their lips parted. "Nothing sweetheart," she replied with a smile. "And, this will be a freebie." Thirty minutes later Sharon had changed into her street clothes and removed her makeup. She and Monique left the studio hand-in-hand. As they walked past the stage, they saw that Lisa was now lying on the floor with her dress pushed up around her waist again, and this time Jane was chowing down between her legs. They could even hear Jim and Sue still going crazy in the control room. Sharon had really started something with this prank. She would worry about Lisa's revenge starting tomorrow. Tonight she was going to learn everything there was to know about love between women.