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June

By: rmlooker



June first appeared in My First Blind Date, Ch.3. Sexual content. 

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When June was 10 years old, she fell from a school yard gym and broke her back and spine at T5. When she hit, there was a metal tube on the ground that supported the apparatus and her back hit on this tube. A few weeks after the injury a spinal fusion was done in the area of T4 to T6. June was paralyzed and had no feeling from that point down. She had no control over her bladder or bowels. This was a very frightening situation for such a young girl. She was sent to a rehab hospital which was far from her home so her mother could not be with her very often. Over time she learned to live every day life, use a wheelchair, and go back to school. With such a high injury, she was having trouble transferring form chair to bed and back and into a car or any other place like the shower.

June learned to live with her problems and take care of herself. She had been fitted with a back brace that ran from under her arms to her hips and that had hip joints that were attached to upper leg braces. These fit around her thighs to just above her knees. They could be locked at the hips with drop locks when she was seated with her legs 90 degrees to her back. This made her able to sit in her chair without the fear of falling out. After a year she returned home and finished school. She was a good student and popular with the other students, at least with the girls. The boys seemed to be afraid she might break so she never got asked out. During her senior year she was diagnosed with fibroid tumors in her ovaries. There was some question about what the tumor was so it was decided to do a total hysterectomy at the same time. This was fine with June as it was very hard to manage things during her period. She also had decided she never wanted children. 

After graduation from high school she attended the local junior college and wanted to become a medical technician. As she had gotten older she spent more and more time learning about various disabilities and how people coped with them. She also learned what a devotee was and soon found she was attracted to people like her who were severely crippled.

Right after she was injured her mother had been contacted by lawyers and offered a large settlement by the school district and the maker of the school yard gym. It had not been installed right as the metal pipe should have been buried. A trust fund was set up and June did not know about the large settlement. She only knew that "insurance" was taking care of her medical bills. After she graduated from high school, she was told about the trust fund she was now eligible to receive. June talked it over with her mother and because their house was so hard to get around in, she moved out of her mother's place and found an apartment that was wheelchair accessible. The only real issue she had with her being paralyzed was having to drag her dead legs around every time she needed to move. She was hoping that somehow she could change that and have a much easier time if it.

The other thing she had added to her new apartment was a bed that had a "trapeze" bar. It was a frame that attached to the head of the bed. On it was mounted a bar that went up some and then made a 90 degree turn towards the foot of the bed. About four feet from the wall was a metal bar that hung on a chain that she could grasp with her hands to lift herself up easier. The bar would rotate some to the side of the bed so she could get in and out of her wheelchair to the bed more easily. She still had to lift her paralyzed legs with her hands on to the bed and also move them around that way as she moved around in bed.

June got going in Junior College and liked the med tech class very much. One day about a month after she started she ran into, literally, a male, also in a wheelchair. They laughed as no damage had been done and moved out to a table to do their research. They introduced themselves and his name was Ed. They did their work and both got done about the same time. Ed asked if she would like to get something to drink in the cafeteria. June said that would be great and followed him there. After they were at an out of the way table Ed asked about why she was in the chair and June gave the details. Ed said it was similar somewhat to his story. He had been hit on his bicycle when he was 15, was a complete paraplegic from the waist down, and self cathed every 4 hours. June said she used a Foley catheter that was clamped at school and when she was out. At home she used a drainage bag.

They compared other notes and had a good visit. Little did Ed know this was the first real talk she had had with a male. She enjoyed it very much. Ed had to get to another class so he gave her his number and hoped they could talk more sometime. June was finished for the day and headed home. With her money, she had bought a van that had a wheelchair lift and hand controls and learned to drive it. She was very careful and still somewhat afraid to drive it as big as it was. The apartment manager had made a handicap spot for her and put a reserved sign for her apt number on it. That part of the parking was covered and the door close by. 

June had grown since her accident and was now about 5'5" tall, was slim, only about 110 pounds and her legs were very atrophied. They had grown at different speeds and different lengths. The right was now about 2 inches shorter than the left. The back brace had kept her spine straight and she was a 32" B cup. The feeling stopped right below her breasts. She always wore skirts as they were much easier to get dressed in. There was a cut the full length of one side and a Velcro strip kept the waist closed. The skirt was full enough that the cut never showed. She could open the skirt and place it on the seat of her wheelchair and then sit down on it and then close the waist. The skirt came to her knees. She wore regular blouses but never wore a bra as her breasts were inside the back brace.

That night after she had gotten in bed she thought about Ed again. For some reason her nipples got hard and she felt them against the sheet. She put her hand on her breasts and wondered at the feeling. On a couple of other occasions the same thing had happened. She also noticed that when she used her fingers to slide over the chest area that had feeling, and just where the feeling stopped, she got a tingling feeling. If she did this for some time, again, her nipples got hard. She had explored her pubic area but with no feeling anywhere in the area, nothing had happened. She wondered what it would be like to orgasm. She also wondered what it would feel like with someone else touching her in various places.

June ran into Ed again a couple of days later and they talked some more. She invited him over for dinner on Friday and gave him her address. Ed arrived on time and they had some appetizers June had prepared. Neither one of them drank. June got dinner on the table and they enjoyed the meal. Each of them talked about their experiences getting along with their physical problems and how they overcame different things. Jane finally got her courage up and asked him if he had ever had a sexual experience with a girl. He said like you, I have no feeling anywhere and have never been able to get an erection even when trying to masturbate. I just assumed that no woman would be interested in me. June said so you have never even been with a woman and Ed said no. He asked have you been with a male. June said no, I am just like you. Who would want to be with a woman that has a catheter sticking out of her pussy? 

They were both quiet for a while and then June asked if he would like to try and see what it was like. Ed thought for a while and said are you asking me to go to bed with you? June said yes, why not. I have never even seen a man and I want to. It does not matter if you are hard or soft let's just see what happens. Ed said it was ok with him but he had better cath first so he did not have an accident. June said ok and can she watch. He said he could not see why not as she was going to see him anyway.

He followed her into the bathroom, washed his hands and instead of just unzipping his pants, asked June to pull them off as he lifted himself. She did and after Ed put one of his legs over the wheel of his chair saw her first penis. Even flaccid he seemed to be a decent size. He also had quite a bit of hair in the area. He cleaned the head of his penis with antibacterial wipes, pulled the cap from the cath, put some lubrication on the tip and inserted it into his urethra. He pushed the catheter up until urine flowed into the bag and left it there until the flow stopped. June said it was very similar to how she did hers except her catheter had a bulb on the end that she injected 5 ccs of water into to keep it in her all the time. 

When the flow stopped he pushed the catheter in a little further and out some a couple of times to get all of the urine out. He withdrew the catheter and pushed it into the collection bag and June took it from him and put it in her disposal can that she used. She gave him a wet wash cloth to wipe off with. June then asked him to pull her skirt off as she lifted herself. He did so and he saw his first female. He could see a catheter coming out between her hairy labia and she wheeled over to the john and connected the catheter to a tube that ran to the john and released the clamp. Urine flowed and then stopped after a minute or so. June disconnected and reapplied the clamp. 

They went into the bedroom and both transferred to the bed. Ed asked if he could remove her blouse and she said yes. He unbuttoned it and pushed it back on her shoulders and she let it slide off. She had not worn her back brace this evening. Keeping one hand on the bed to hold herself up, she reached for Ed's polo shirt and lifted it up over his head. He also was holding himself up with his hands. Ed used the trapeze bar and pulled himself into the bed and over just past center. June then did the same and they lay down by each other. Ed said lady's first for June to start looking at him. She explored him all the way down to his legs seeing that like hers, they were very flaccid and atrophied. She ran her finger up his abdomen from his hip asking him to tell her when he could feel it. About the level of his belly button he said he could now feel her finger.

Ed seemed to be reading her mind and said go ahead and touch my penis. June scooted down in bed some so she could reach and see it better. She pulled herself over his abdomen and took hold of it. It was very soft and warm and would stretch if she pulled on it. She moved her hands down to his balls and rolled them around. As she was doing this, Ed asked if she was doing anything yet. She said yes and he said he could not feel a thing. She masturbated him like she had seen on her computer but nothing happened. Using her hands she pushed herself from him and pulled herself back up alongside him. 

She said for him to go ahead and look at her and he should feel free to touch anything he wanted. He looked down at her breasts and then touched one. He seemed to hesitate and June told him to go ahead. He asked if she could feel there and she said yes, very much so. He got closer to them and asked if her nipples were always hard like they were now. She laughed and said no they had gotten that way while she was looking at his penis. He then laughed and said well it was good for something looks like. He used his hands quite a bit on them and she finally said they felt very good. 

As he slid his hand down below her breast, within a couple of inches she could no longer feel it and told him so. He said wow, you're a very high para. He moved down to her pubis and said he could not see much this way and could he move her legs. June said sure do what you need to do. With some effort he moved all the way down to between her legs and opened them up. He could now see her vagina and urethra where the catheter was coming out. She had very well defined outer and inner vaginal lips and touched them. She seemed to be very wet also. He asked if she could feel anything he was doing and she said no. He told her how wet she was and she said that was from him playing with her breasts she thought. He ran his finger in to her and did not meet any resistance. He remarked about it and she told him she had to have a vaginal hysterectomy so she did not have a hymen any more.

Ed moved back up alongside June. They were quiet for a while thinking about what they had discovered about themselves and each other. June finally leaned over and kissed Ed. He was surprised but soon returned the kiss and got into it more. June pushed her tongue through his lips and he opened his mouth. Soon he was using his tongue to probe June's mouth. Ed then put his hand on June's breast and started moving it around. Shortly June got more enthusiastic about her kissing as she became aroused for the first time in her life. She soon broke the kiss and guided Ed's head and mouth to one of her nipples. They each had to move some so he could reach it. 

Ed latched on to the nipple and sucked and licked it quite roughly. June was in heaven and how rough he was did not matter. She moved so he could get his mouth on the other nipple and somehow Ed's hand got on the area of her chest that feeling started and stopped. He moved it between those areas and it seemed an electric shock ran through her body several times. She squealed in delight and scared Ed thinking he had hurt her. He stopped what he was doing and asked her what was wrong. June was not sure what had happened but did not want to hurt his feelings if in fact she had some type of orgasm. She just told him that what he was doing felt very good to her. This did make Ed feel good that he could bring some kind of pleasure to a woman. 

June also told him how much she enjoyed kissing with him. He said he had also. She asked if there was any way he knew of that she could pleasure him. He said he had never found one and did not even know how to tell her to experiment with anything. The hugged each other for some time and Ed said he needed to get going. She helped him get dressed and he left thanking her for a great dinner and evening. June cleaned up the dinner dishes with a big smile on her face. She now knew she could have some kind of sexual enjoyment and probably be able to satisfy a normal partner. 

*** 

Several months passed and June was busy with school. It seemed to be easy for her and she made good grades. She and Ed remained friends but no more dates happened. June was into her second year and one day noticed an advertisement on the bulletin board that a doctor was looking for a med tech to work in his office. She took the slip and called for an appointment for an interview. 

When she got to the office she was given a job application to fill out which she did. After she turned it in she was shown to a patient waiting room. From the equipment in it she figured the doctor must be some type of eye doctor. The other thing she noticed was that some of the people she saw seemed to be some type of amputee but she was not really sure about that. A few minutes after she got to the room there was a knock at the door and she said come in. The door opened and a man with no legs wheeled into the room. He had a huge smile on his face. Without asking her any questions he said you have the job. June was shocked and he started laughing as he closed the door. He introduced himself as Dr. Jack and said since she was crippled she had lots of points in her favor. He said all of his employees were disabled in some way. He said look at me, I have two very short leg stumps. Tell me about your issues.

After some time June had answered all of his questions. He took all the time in the world with her and was very friendly. He told her he did have a job for her if she wanted to work for him just doing general things around the office as her time permitted with school. After she graduated and had her certificate, she could work into the med tech job. That would consist of doing eye exams on people that were going to have cataract surgery. There were three other doctors on the staff and it was a busy office. He did a little bit of specialized surgery but the others did the bulk of it and he did office follow up. June said she would very much like to work for him. Dr. Jack said she could start next week any time. June thanked him and left thinking she had found a great opportunity. 

The following week June got to the office about 11 am on Tuesday. Her big days at school were Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She only had a couple of classes on Tuesday and Thursday right now. She was introduced to Windy who had a prosthetic leg that went above her knee. She seemed to be super nice and easy to get along with. Windy showed her how to make up the instrument trays for surgery on Wednesday. That was the big operating day. There were enough instruments to make up 8 trays and that would get them started. Someone else would keep cleaning instruments, sterilizing them and getting trays put back together during the day. There was a note book with pictures showing what and how the stuff was organized. They were then double wrapped and put in an autoclave to steam sterilize them. Windy was very impressed when she came back after lunch and June was almost done getting the trays prepared. 

Wendy was an RN that took care of the patients after surgery in the recovery room. Wendy sat with June and they talked about what June was doing at school and her paralysis. June asked Wendy what happened to her leg and she said she had a tumor but did not seem to want to talk about it. June did not push her for now. June said she sure enjoyed talking with Dr. Jack last week. Wendy said yes he was a great person to work for. Everyone got along well and the doctors took care of the help very well. Wendy said you will have to meet his wife April sometime, she was a ball of fire and lots of fun. She mentioned it was not unusual to be invited to their home for dinner or a pool party. 

The rest of the afternoon pasted quickly and June left at 5 and headed home. Wendy had introduced her to several of the other women and they all treated June like she had been there for years and were old friends. Dr. Jack had stuck his head in and said hello and asked how she was doing. June told him fantastic and that everyone was so nice. He said he was glad she was there and he would see her later.

June fixed dinner and did some work for class in the morning and went to bed. She had been reading a lot on the internet about sex and disabilities and was trying to find out more about her body. She had learned that her breasts were very sensitive and even got a small orgasm one night while playing with them. Running her fingers over her "feeling line" as she called it, while playing with her nipples seemed to be the key for something to happen. Even though she could not feel anything, she put her hand down to her pussy more and more. She noticed that the longer she played with her breasts the wetter she got down there. She got brave one time and tasted her fingers and liked the taste. She wondered if other women tasted like she did.

He also wondered what it would be like to be with another woman, to kiss and touch and put her mouth down there. She decided she would not pass up any opportunity to find out. Several of the women at work looked and smiled at her and others seem to pay a lot of attention to her legs. She noticed that most of them wore short white skirts and the amputees even shorter. None of the leg amputees ever wore pants. She decided to start wearing shorter skirts also. She had out grown her back and leg braces and was fitted with a new one. The back part did not come as high on her as the old one. The top stopped just below her breasts. The leg brace part still came to just above her knees. With the new short skirts, part of the brace showed.


June



Wendy seems to be her supervisor and she changed June's jobs every couple of weeks so she was learning the whole operation. June and Wendy had built a good relationship and one Thursday at the end of the work day June invited Wendy for dinner on Friday evening. Wendy said that would be great and could she bring anything. June said no and asked her if there was anything she could not eat. Wendy laughed and said dirt. Wendy was going to come right after work as she saw no reason the drive all the way home then back to June's as June lived close to the clinic.

During the day on Friday, Wendy thought about June. She liked her, was attracted to her because she was a paraplegic and wondered about her sexual orientation. She decided she would see how things went tonight. She got to June's place at 6 and June showed her around her apartment. Wendy thought it was a great place and easy for June to live in as it was fully accessible for a wheelchair user. Wendy was on her crutches and had a change of clothing with her. June asked if she would like to take a shower and Wendy said that would be great. She asked if it would be alright if she left her prosthetic leg off because being on it all day, it was always sore by the end. June said no problem and if it was alright, she wanted to see her stump anyway.

Wendy went into June's bedroom and undressed and removed her leg. She had not closed the door wondering if June might come by. She crutched into the bathroom and got into the large shower and sat on the bench. She washed herself and since there was a razor and cream right there thought what the hell and shaved her leg, stump and pussy. She kept the whole area hairless and wanted it to me nice and smooth if things went the way she thought they would. She finished and dried off and went back to the bedroom. She dressed in short shorts only and a small tube top, braless. Wendy went into the kitchen barefooted and June was getting dinner ready. June looked at her and her eyes got big looking at the whole picture. Wendy could tell June was looking at her from head to foot.

Wendy crutched over to June, her stump just swinging freely. With the short shorts on it stuck out a little ways. It was just barely long enough for Wendy to be able to use a prosthetic. It required a hip stump socket to work. She stopped by the side of her chair and told June to go ahead and look and touch if she wanted. June reached out and took hold of the stump and felt it with her hands. She remarked how smooth and great it looked. She looked at the end and there were no stitch marks or scars. June said he sure did a great job and Wendy said "she". June kept her hands on her stump for some time and Wendy knew her C cup nipples were sticking out and she hoped there was not a wet spot on her shorts. June finally let go and went back to cooking. She did not say anything for some time.

June gave Wendy the job of setting the table and said dinner would be ready in a little while. After Wendy got the table ready and June seemed to be done for a while, she asked her what was wrong. June said she did not want to bother her with it but Wendy insisted. Finally June said she wanted stumps just like hers. Wendy asked why and June told her how hard it was moving around like transferring or changing positions in bed with useless legs. They were just added weight and got in the way. June said she thought she could get along so much better without them. June said thanks for listening and went back to work on dinner. Wendy knew who she could talk to about the situation.

They had a great dinner and June got back to her normal self. They each had a glass of wine and moved to the living room to drink it. They talked about things at the clinic and how school was going. June asked questions about how it was being an amputee and how Wendy did certain things. She had been an amputee for about 5 years and did not mind it she said. What Wendy was thinking was she loved it and might even have the other leg taken off. She would tell June the whole story in a few days.

It was getting late and with the wine they had drunk, June asked if Wendy would like to spend the night. There was a spare bedroom and it was already to go she said. Wendy said sure that would be great. She had noticed that June was looking at her stump quite a bit and Wendy was also looking at June's legs thinking how sexy they looked. They did the dishes and headed back to the bedrooms. June thought now was the time to see what was going to happen tonight. She hoped Wendy would be receptive to her. When Wendy followed her into the bedroom to get her leg and clothing she had left, June asked if she could see Wendy put her leg on. They both knew that would require Wendy to remove her shorts. 

Without missing a beat Wendy said sure, she would be glad to show her. Looking at June she said she had nothing on under the shorts and was that all right. June said no problem, she would not look if Wendy did not want her to. She said no, you need to watch how it is done. Wendy stood by the bed and dropped her shorts. June was looking at her stump when she did. At first that was all she saw and then noticed her shaved pussy. Wendy sat down on the side of the bed and picked up the leg. She put the stump sock on and then the leg in the socket and pulled the bucket up to her hip. This required spreading her stump and leg some. June was watching closely. She stood again and fastened the belt that went around her hips to hold the leg on. She put some weight on it and it felt like it was going to hold so he walked a few steps in front of June. 

There was an obvious limp when she walked. June beckoned her over and looked at the whole thing. Wendy also knew she was looking at her shaved pussy. June asked why she was shaved and Wendy said that as she could see, the socket was right up against her groin and it pulled the hair if she did not shave. June looked up at her and Wendy grinned and said besides, it feels good. They both laughed.

June asked if she would like see what she had to go through to get into bed. Wendy said sure, is there anything I can do to help. June said no, just watch. June took her top off, opened the Velcro on her skirt. She undid the straps on the back brace and the leg straps on the upper leg braces. She moved the chair next to the bed and reached up and grabbed hold of the trapeze bar. She pulled herself out of the brace and up towards the bed. Her hips and legs just flopped around and got in the way of her being able to sit on the side of the bed. There were no muscles that she could use to help her below her breasts. 

She finally got her legs in place and sat down but had to hold herself upright. She then pulled herself to the center of the bed and had to use her hands to get her legs in place then. It was very obvious to Wendy what she had to go through and she told June that. June said she needed to get up again and go into the bathroom so she had to go through all the stuff to get back in her chair. She had placed the back brace on the floor and got into her chair without it.

Just as June started into the bathroom she said she was going to take a shower and did Wendy want to join her. Without hesitation she said you bet. Wendy removed her leg and followed into the bathroom. June had an extra new tooth brush and while she let the urine out of her bladder through the catheter, Wendy brushed her teeth. June then brushed hers and they got into the shower. They were both sitting on the bench and the warm water was hitting them. June looked at Wendy and said kind of embarrassed, this is my first time. Wendy gently kissed her full on the lips and June returned it. June explained she had to be careful and not fall and where her feeling stopped under her breasts. Wendy asked if she had full feeling in her breasts and June said yes but absolutely no feeling anywhere below them. Wendy nodded her understanding. They washed each other and Wendy said for her to relax, she would guide her through things. June smiled big and said she was, and had been, looking forward to it.

They dried off and went back into the bedroom. June asked Wendy to spend the night in her bed. She lit a couple of candles and Wendy helped her get into bed by lifting her legs from the chair to the bed. June remarked that Wendy could see how much easier it would be without legs.

They turned the lights out and lay beside each other. Wendy pulled June over on her right side and she got on her left side and they faced each other. They held each other for a few minutes looking into each other's eyes and then June kissed Wendy. She responded and soon they were kissing passionately using their tongues. June moved her hand up and took hold of Wendy's breast. This was the first breast June had ever touched and she found it had a fantastic feeling. Wendy had her hand on June's breasts also. They were soon very aroused and Wendy wanted June to enjoy first. She pushed her back a little and started kissing her breasts. June thought there was no comparison in how Ed had done so and how much better it felt with Windy doing it. Wendy moved her fingers up and down looking for the "feeling line". She whispered to June asking where it was. When she found it June said there. 

As June was sucking June's breast and rubbing the line, she told June to reach down and grab her stump. She knew that feeling it turned June on. June could reach it and all of a sudden she felt that electrical like jolt in her body. She knew it had not come from her pussy, it was more in her brain but it worked for her just like an orgasm. She felt a couple more and told Wendy about them. Wendy said good and told June to move her fingers and hand over to her slit and pussy. June did so and found it soaking wet. She started "playing" with it like she had seen done in internet videos. Wendy lifted her stump up so June could get better access. After a while she told June to find her vagina and use her fingers in it. June found it right away and used her middle finger to thrust in and out. It was warm and wet like hers got. Wendy told her how to feel for the G-spot and she found that. She next told her to feel for her clit and how big it was. June remarked it felt like it was sticking out of a hood and Wendy said it was. 

Wendy went back to kissing, feeling and sucking June's breasts and nipples. She could tell that they were very sensitive for June. June continued to use her hand and fingers on Wendy and once in a while running her fingers down the inside thigh of the short stump. Wendy loved having someone play with her stump. Having June play with that and her pussy finally pushed Wendy over the top and she came good and hard. June was very proud of herself for doing it on her first try. Right after Wendy came June came again also. This was the first time that Wendy had been with a paraplegic and was happy that she was able to bring her pleasure. She hoped she could bring her even more in this way and another way.

They hugged and kissed some more and then June asked if Wendy would turn her pussy around so she could taste it. Wendy asked if she was sure and June said she was very sure. Wendy helped June get on her side and stabilized and then turned around so her pussy was where June could reach it. June did not hesitate and immediately put her face between her legs. She started licking right above her clit and moved down. At the start June used her hands to keep Wendy's legs open but soon she put her fingers to work doing other things. As she was sucking on Wendy's clit she stuck her finger in and rubbed her G-spot. Soon she pulled her stump over and pushed on the end of it where she could feel the bone. This drove Wendy wild and she came making June's face even wetter. 

After this had been going on for a while June realized that there might be something going on with her pussy. She asked Wendy if she was doing anything and Wendy said yes, she was eating her. June told her she had no idea that was going on. Wendy said she thought so but still enjoyed what she was doing. June was able to get Wendy off one more time and then Wendy turned around and they kissed and tasted each other. June told her how fantastic their love making had been. She never thought she would be able to enjoy anything like that. Wendy said she never imagined it would be so good either and wanted to continue getting together if June did. 

June then asked Wendy if she had ever been with a man. Wendy said yes, she liked to have sex with men also and was bi-sexual. June told her she hoped to find a male partner someday also. Wendy told her to relax, it would happen. June told her she had a thing for amputees but did not know if she wanted a male amputee. Wendy got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up. She brought warm, wet washcloths and a towel for June to wash off with. They were soon asleep in each other's arms.

*** 

On Monday when Wendy got to work she told Dr. Jack's secretary that she needed to see him for a few minutes. Later that day he called her to come to his office. He told her about a couple of things that needed checking and then asked her what she wanted. Wendy told him about June and the problem with her legs and how much trouble they were causing. Dr. Jack asked several questions and then asked Wendy what she suggested. She asked him if he would talk with Edna and ask that she see June for a high, AK, bilateral amputation. Dr. Jack thought that was an excellent idea. He said he would call her and see if Edna and June could come to their house on Saturday. He asked Wendy if she wanted to come also and she said she would enjoy that. He said not to tell June what it was about so Edna could observe her. He would have April, his wife, call her and do the inviting.

After Wendy left he put a call into Edna who was Dr. Edna Roberts, an orthopedic surgeon at one of the large practices in town. She was also a bilateral BK amputee. She and a couple of other doctors there did amputations by request for certain people. You had to be recommended by another Doctor and meet certain other requirements. Jack talked to her and explained the situation and she said she had seen this before and agreed removal of her legs was probably the way to go. Jack invited her to the pool party so they could all meet and she said she would be there. Jack had been one of her patients 10 years ago when he had his legs amputated. April was another patient and so was Wendy.

That evening after dinner June got a call from April, who introduced herself as Dr. Jack's wife, and that she wanted to invite her to their place on Saturday afternoon for a pool side picnic. She said there would be a couple of other people there and dress comfortable. June said that would be fun and asked if she could bring anything. April said no, just come and enjoy yourself. June got the address and directions and said good night. June wondered what to wear and assumed it would be clinic people and since Dr. Jack was in a wheelchair she would not feel embarrassed to be in one also.

June told Wendy about the invite the next day and asked if she knew anything about it. Wendy said yes that Dr. Jack and his wife often had clinic members over to their house. Wendy had been invited also. She told her about the great pool they had but June said she had never been in a pool before. Wendy could hardly believe her and said to bring a swim suit for sure, she would teach her how to swim. There was a special lift at poolside to get her into the pool that Dr. Jack used and so did others from the clinic. Wendy said why don't we go shopping for a swim suit after work. They could stop and get a bite to eat. June agreed and they got back to work.

After dinner they went to the mall and found a place that had swim suits. They looked through them and picked a couple out. Wendy wanted her to wear a two piece so June said she would try one on. June asked Wendy to come into the dressing room with her as she had to take her braces off. Wendy helped her and they tried the stuff on. June did not like how she looked in any of the suits but Wendy told her she would be fine. After all, most of the people were disabled also. June found a two piece that was ok so they got that. 

On Saturday, June had some things to do around the house and then got in the shower to get ready to go. She noticed when she was trying the swim suit on some pubic hair was sticking out. She liked how Wendy looked and felt, so she decided to shave herself. Saturday was change the Foley catheter day so she left it out while shaving. It took some time but she finally got the job done. She decided to go ahead and wear the suit from home with something over it and was not going to wear her back brace. June was now looking forward to getting in the pool. She followed the directions and found their house without any problems. After getting out of the van, she wheeled up to the front door and got a big surprise when April answered the door.

April is a bilateral shoulder amputee. There is nothing left of her arms, shoulders or clavicles. She had a skimpy bikini on that did very little to cover her including her large breasts. April greeted June and introduced herself and stuck her foot out for June to shake. June did so without hesitation. She said to follow her out to the pool. Dr. Jack, Wendy and Edna were already there. Jack said for June to call him Jack away from the clinic and introduced Edna just as that. He did not mention she was a doctor, just a friend of he and April. June had noticed she was in a wheelchair and both of her legs were missing about half way between her ankles and knees. They sat and talked for a while drinking cold lemonade or tea.

Finally Wendy said to June that they should get in the pool. June said good, let's go and they headed over to the chair lift. When Wendy got up from behind the table, June saw she had a very small bikini on and like April, it covered very little. She looked very sexy in it and June made a big deal of licking her lips as they were looking at each other. Wendy showed her that she had to transfer to the seat on the lift, and then use the bar to turn herself out over the pool and then lower herself down into the pool. Wendy wanted her to do it by herself so she could learn to do it without help in case everyone was busy. June said no problem and pulled her chair up to the lift chair. She managed to get herself transferred with the usual problems of a high paraplegic. She did not know that Jack and Edna were watching her closely. 

Wendy dropped her crutches and dove into the pool while June was lowering herself. Wendy was waiting as she started into the water and June just floated off the chair. June panicked a little but Wendy had hold of her. She told June to put her head back and let her body just float. She did and the next thing she knew she was floating around with Wendy pulling her. Wendy then let go of her and told her to paddle and soon she had the knack of it. They were over by the wall out of sight of the others and Wendy gave June a kiss which was returned. June told Wendy to put her hand down the front of her bottom suit and she did so. Her eyes got big as she felt the freshly shaved pussy. June asked if she liked it and Wendy said yes, she wished she could eat her right now. 

They decided they had better get back to swimming so Wendy finally convinced June to try swimming face down in the water using her arms to propel her. She said she would be right beside her and nothing would happen. June took off and did great, even turning her head to breathe. It did not take her very long to get tired for her first time. They went back over to the lift and June got back up to her chair and transferred over. Again Edna was paying attention to the struggle. 

After June got out of the pool Wendy asked her to join them at the table. Jack reintroduced Edna as Dr. Edna and told June she was an orthopedic doctor. He asked Edna to explain what was going on. Edna told June they had been watching her struggle getting in and out of her wheelchair. June agreed it was a problem. Edna asked her how she would like to get rid of her legs. June looked at them with wide eyes and surprise. She said your kidding aren't you and Edna said no. She then told her about the medical practice she was head of and that she and "a couple" of other doctors did amputations upon request. She told June she had done Jacks, April's, Wendy's and had had her own done upon her request. June was speechless for a while. The rest of the group nodded their heads that what was said was true. 




June



Sue finally asked when it could be done and how much. Edna told her as soon as she wanted but she suggested she finish this school year out and get her certificate first. With her being a paraplegic it would not be as bad an operation pain wise as it normally was. But it would take her a good month to get through it though. June only had a few weeks left and said yes, she would wait till she was done. She asked again how much and Edna said the only cost was the use of the hospital facilities for her to recover in and for some PT for a few days after the surgery. There was no cost for the rest. June was laughing and crying at the same time. She hugged everyone and said thank you. Jack got the meat on the grill and soon the ladies had the table set with the rest of the food.

They had a great dinner and talked into the night after. As things were breaking up June asked Wendy to stop by on her way home if she could. Wendy said I was hoping you would ask. They left and drove to June's place. After they got inside, June reached out for Wendy and they hugged tightly. She asked Wendy how Edna knew about her, and she explained that Jack had called her. She downplayed her own role. They headed to the shower to get the pool chemicals off of them. While they washed each other, Wendy again said how much she liked June's shaved pussy. June asked if she did it ok and Wendy took another feel. She said it felt fine. June remarked she wished she could feel her doing it.

They got into bed and Wendy started kissing June. Wendy said that she was going to miss June's sexy legs, they always turned her on so. She added that she knew how much help it would be to get rid of them and she liked looking at stumps just as much. June said for her to get her stump up so she could play with it. Wendy changed ends and June played with her stump and soon switched to Wendy's wet pussy. Wendy was already playing with June's legs and started to use her mouth on June's newly shaved slit. June could see what Wendy was doing but could not feel anything; she sure enjoyed watching what was happening. After a few minutes she returned to taking care of Wendy.

Ninety minutes later Wendy was up and getting dressed to go home. The girls had each had a couple of good orgasms and June was ready for sleep. Wendy kissed her good by and let herself out. She drove home quite content and glad that all had gone well with Edna. She thought she was just as excited about June having her legs off as June was. Her thoughts aroused her and when she got home and into bed she used one of her toys to masturbate while playing with her own stump. She remembered well when Edna removed it and it always made her wet.

The time went fast and June got ready for her surgery. She and Edna met at her office to go over everything. Edna was wearing her prosthetic legs and walked very well June noticed. Edna had June sit in her wheelchair and they talked about how much stump should be left. With no muscle control there did not need to be much, only enough to sit on. They agreed that the end of the stumps would be even with her torso. Her braces could be redone to help her sit. Edna said she thought with the severed spinal cord there would be no pain but the body was tricky and they would just have to see what happened. June said even if she did, it would be ok, she could get through it with no problem. June told her she was excited to get this done and thanked her for helping her. Edna said she was glad to do so. The surgery was scheduled for the following Monday.



June



Thank you, Dawnj, for editing! This was supposed to be a short one. Oh well, you'll have to bear with me for some time.

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Rumour had it that June Faversham was a slut. She was a one, it was said - wild, and an easy lay, in for anything. She was a girl who would use and discard boyfriends at will. It was also said she would never say no. Feeling horny? June would always be more than willing to help you out; sex was her middle name.

It wasn't true. June had been curious about boys and love and sex when she was in her middle teens, like everyone else, but contrary to popular belief she hadn't been in for anything or anyone. She had just had three boyfriends only, over a six-year period. Her brief relationships had never worked out that well, and though she understood what love might be about, her attempts at making love had been none too satisfactory. 

Her first boyfriend was just too young, too hasty and, eventually, intellectually not up to her level . They parted quite amicably, happy to be free from the demands they couldn't meet. The second one was alright for a few months, but then he lost interest. Her third boyfriend, John De Vere, had been very possessive. After a very short time his sexual appetite had become demanding and unpleasant, expecting her to do things she definitely did not want to do. John couldn't handle the fact that June didn't see him as God's gift to women and the be-all and end-all in her life. That, and the fact that he had started to be physically abusive, was quite enough. When she broke up with him, he started spreading rumours. He made her out to be the way he'd wanted to see her, licentious and whorish, and as he was a glib talker, the rumours stuck.

Even when John was arrested later for domestic violence, the tales he'd spread didn't lose their credibility for some of the men whose ears they'd been poured into. It seemed impossible for June to convince her the people in her surroundings; whatever she did, and no matter how prudently she behaved, her false bad name followed her like a puppy, always there, and yelping at the most impossible moments.

June was completely fed up with it all. It appeared her reputation gave men the right to insult her and expect things from her. She hated it, and refused any contact with them. She even went as far as moving house, eventually, to go and live where she wasn't known. It seemed to work out very well. For a long, long time, it felt as if her alleged past had been safely buried under a new face and in a new circle of acquaintances, in a place where she had a nice job and felt respected and valued. She slowly got over her distrust of people. She started to visit some of them again, and she even became mildly interested in the opposite sex - not that there were any attractive specimens - and eventually let herself be persuaded to visit the birthday party of one of her colleagues.

June usually wore a business suit to work, and she'd not bought any party clothes for ages. But she didn't care too much; a new pair of green jeans, a blouse and a sweater would have to do. She hadn't worn any make-up since she'd moved to this part of London. Her old lipstick turned out to be so dried out it was useless, and so she only used a little mascara and a whiff of a somewhat sedate perfume. Not that it mattered. She had never cared much about her appearance, but as she was a good dresser by instinct, no one ever noticed. She looked at herself critically in the mirror for a moment, and nodded at her reflection. She didn't look her age; she was thirty-four but could easily pass for five years younger or more. "Hello girl," she said, and smiled.

The party was in South London. Because June didn't want to live on orange juice all night, she walked a couple of blocks to the tube station. She had to change at Whitechapel and she got off at Norwood Junction. From there it was just a five-minute walk.

Mary-Jane Dubois had turned forty two days before. She loved having people over for a party, so this Friday night her house was packed with friends, colleagues and a couple of stray acquaintances. She lived with her husband in a rather large house that had been in the country when it saw the light; now it still had a spacious garden, and it boasted a big living-room adjacent to a kitchen that was almost the size of June's living-room and kitchen taken together. 

Mary-Anne greeted her happily. She was a big woman with a very friendly disposition, and a lean, tallish husband with a sardonic look on life who lectured in something unintelligible at university. They were a slightly unlikely but very devoted couple, and the parties they gave were always enthusiastically attended by lots of people. The house was crowded. She recognised a few people from work, and Mary-Anne introduced her to a few others. Then the bell rang and her hostess excused herself, leaving June with a glass of red wine and Alice, the young woman to whom she'd just been introduced.

They stood talking together for a while. June rather liked Alice, who was a musician and talked quite engagingly about the concerts she was giving these weeks. June made music herself, so the subject was quite appealing. But after some time Alice drifted off to a young man who played in the same quintet as she did, and Jane stood alone, looking at the crowd enjoying themselves.

She nodded at a colleague who stood talking to a thin woman with a sour expression and a glass of water in her hand. The colleague gave her a wink, and she smiled at her. She decided to go and talk to her as soon as she'd have ended her conversation when she got cornered by a slightly unpleasant-looking man. She thought he must be in his late forties, and he exuded a somewhat seedy air.

"Hello," he said. "I think I know you, Miss Faversham. Heard a lot of lovely things about you. My wife is out of town tonight, and you are just what I need for a nice romp between the sheets! We've got some nice PVC underwear - swing those knockers up and down some." He leered at her, and gave her a wink that made made him look even more repulsive.

The flesh in June's neck seemed to shrink as she heard what he said. "I'm very sorry but you must be mistaken," she said. "I don't think I know you, and I would be very happy if you took your misguided sense of humour elsewhere."

"Oh no," he said. "I'm not mistaken at all. If you like, I could tell the others what I know about you? Good idea, er? Or would you rather no-one knew? In that case I'm ready to leave when you are. Jim's the name, by the way. Jim Jones." He winked again. "It's a long time since I fucked a nice young thing to pieces."

Jane spun round on her heels. She did not want to have anything to do with this man. She didn't want the rumours to start, either, and she supposed he'd be quite capable of starting them if his present behaviour was anything to go by. She looked at a picture on the wall but she didn't see what was in it; instead she saw her future go up in smoke again. 

She put the glass she was still holding on an occasional table and walked to the far end of the room where a low fire was burning in the grate. She saw nobody there and there were two easy chairs in front of it. Her legs were trembling and she sat down in the nearest one.

"Hello," someone said. "I'm not that invisible, I hope?"

She started. There was someone sitting in the other chair. He put down a book he'd been holding, got up, extended his hand, and said, "George Jillings. Pleased to meet you."

June got up and shook his hand. "I'm June Faversham," she said. She looked at George, and wondered how she could have overlooked him. He was at least 6'8" and he was handsome and broad-shouldered with a shock of brown hair. His eyes were brown, too, with a tinge of green. They were kind; it felt good to look into them.

"You're not taking part in the festivities, either?" he said.

"No," June said. "I'm not." She tried to give him a noncommittal look, but to her horror she didn't manage to. She bit her lower lip and repeated, "I'm not, no."

He looked at her and said, "Do sit down again. Can I get you something to drink?"

She slumped into her chair and said, "Yes please. Could you get me a stiff whisky?"

He nodded. "I won't be a minute," he said.

But he was a little longer that he'd wanted to. When he crossed the room to reach the table that held the bottles, he was accosted by an unpleasant man who said, "Excuse me, but I'd like to warn you about the woman you've just spoken to."

"I beg your pardon?" George said. "Warn me? I'm quite old enough to take care of myself, thank you."

"Oh, but you don't know. She is quite the village slut. Quite likely to give you the clap, you know. Made a lot of victims..."

George put out his hand, and said, "Thank you very much, Mr... er?"

"Jones, Jim Jones." He took the hand he was offered.

George gave him a mirthless smile and squeezed.

"Ouch! Mind what you're doing!"

"Thank you very much for warning me about yourself. I vaguely seem to remember your face... Let me tell you that any more of this will have me hot on your trail, Mr... Jones?"

Mr Jones squirmed. George's handshake was painful in the extreme.

George relinquished his hand, and looked at him. He was over a head taller, and his withering stare, combined with his size, could be very intimidating. Mr Jones seemed to shrink. 

"You could go and complain to Mary-Anne but maybe that might prove just a wee bit embarrassing. If so, I think you'd better make yourself scarce," George said.

Mr Jones didn't reply. He turned on his heels and hurried out of the room, without as much as taking leave of his host and hostess. George remained standing motionlessly until he'd seen the last of him; then he poured a glass of orange juice and a stiff whisky and returned to June.

"Here you are," he said. "I don't like this sort of do very much, you know. I used not to go anywhere on my own at all, until my wife passed away..."

He stared into the dying fire and bent over to pick up a log which he put on the red hot ashes. He watched it produce a little smoke and then burst into flame. "I thought I had to get some social life again. Bad idea. But I think there may have been a reason for it..." He gave her a questioning look. "Did you come across a certain Jim Jones?"

June stiffened.

"I see," George said. "Unpleasant character, that. He's left, but I'm not quite certain he may not be lurking in the neighbourhood. You'd better not leave alone tonight."

June took a big swig of her drink. "How do you know?" she said.

George gave her a grim smile. "I'm a lawyer," he said. "I have seen this person a couple of times, under various aliases. He's not called Jim Jones, that much I know. What did he want from you?"

"How do I know I can trust you?" June said. "You may be in league with him for all I know."

"You're right," George said. "You could ask Mary-Anne, who will speak for me. Here is my card - but I know that, too, may be false."

June took the card from him. It said G. Jillings, QC. "One moment," she said.

Mary-Anne confirmed that George was indeed who he said he was. "His wife died last spring," she said. "He'd been living like a recluse ever since, so I am happy to see him here. But I don't think it is his kind of fun, really. I'd better ask him over for a meal one of these days. Where is he?"

"He's over there, at the fire," June said. "I'll go and talk to him some more."

George grinned at her when she sat down again. "OK?" he said.

June nodded. "I'm happy that creep has gone," she said.

"Yes. What happened? Or is that too horrible to tell?"

June swirled the whisky around in her glass, and looked at it. Then she looked at George for a moment. It took quite some courage to tell him what had happened, and she didn't want to look at him while she did, so she stared into the fire while she told him all about her past, and how she'd gone to the party by tube, happy to start socialising again, and how the past had seemed to have overtaken her that evening.

"I was afraid it would be something unspeakable," George said, "but I wasn't prepared for something as bad as this. I should have squeezed his hand a little longer."

He shook his head. "I don't think he'll trouble you any more. I would like to see you home nevertheless. I dislike the idea of your going home by tube. Right?"

June nodded. "Do you live my way?"

"Oh, near enough. It'll be no trouble at all. Do you like books? I was just going through this one -" he picked up the book he'd put down when he introduced himself to her - "and it seems quite interesting."

"Can I have a look?" June said. She didn't know too much about books, apart from the novels she read, but she felt it was uncivil not to pretend to an interest in it. It was quite a beautiful book, actually. 

"It looks quite old," she said. She went to the title page, which said MDCLXXIII, and deciphered the date. "1673," she said. "Yes. That really is old."

George nodded. He grinned at June, and said, "What do you do in your spare time?"

He looked at her while she told him about her hobbies - music, singing in particular, and playing the oboe. No, she didn't play in an orchestra, and she wasn't a great musician either...

He saw a young woman with clear grey eyes. They looked rather tired, which he put down to that evening's experiences. She had a wide mouth and dark blonde hair that she wore in a roll in her neck, and she was dressed in green jeans and a grey sweater. She wore hardly any make-up, which he liked, and no jewellery apart from a thin gold necklace with a small pendant. She would be some ten years younger than he was, he thought. It was always difficult to guess people's ages. He wished that she'd not have had that so-called boyfriend of hers, that De Vere fellow. There really were a lot of rotters around. Damn. This was much too nice a girl for that kind of trouble.

June fell silent. George noticed she had finished her whisky. "Another drink?" he said.

June shook her head. "I think I'd rather go home," she said.

George nodded. "Okay," he said. "Let's go."

They went and took their leave of Mary-Anne. "Mary," George said, "did you invite that fellow with the thin, pinched face?"

"No," she said. "I think he arrived together with Jill, and I took it she'd brought him... Why?"

"Oh," George said, "he's one of life's undesirables. Better not let him in again."

"Do you think he may have taken something?" Mary-Anne said, rather alarmed.

George shook his head. "Not in his line," he said, "but I'm happy to know he was gate-crashing. I like having something on him."

He gave a grim smile. Then he said, "Thank you for having me around, Mary. I'm afraid I may not have been the life and soul of the party..."

"I was glad to see you, George. I'll invite you over for dinner some time soon, ok?"

She kissed him on the cheek, and then said goodbye to June.

Together they walked to George's car. He drove a Saab, and he opened the door for June. She sat down in the car feeling relieved she didn't have to go by underground. George closed her door and looked around; to his satisfaction there was no one lurking in the shadows.

"Alright. Here we go," he said. "Do tell me where exactly I drop you off!"

June did, and they sat talking about London, and George's work, until they arrived at June's apartment. 

"Thank you very much!" she said as she left the car. "You brought an awful evening to a nice end!"

"Glad to have been there," George said. "I highly enjoyed your company, June."

She gave him a smile and a wave of her hand as he slowly drove off. She went in and locked the door. She felt hungry, and went into the kitchen for a snack before she went to bed. She really hoped that man wouldn't start slandering her; but George was nice. Really nice. He had beautiful eyes, and a voice that was melodious and sexy at the same time. If only her boyfriends had been like that... She wondered where he lived, and then she remembered he'd given her his card. What could she have done with it? She got up and went to the living-room to see if it was in her bag. It was. Good! But he didn't live near her place at all. So he must have got out of his way to get her home safely. Oh wow! She'd have to think about that. Maybe he was just a real gentleman - or could he perhaps like her a little? She went back to bed to ponder the question but what with all the stress and tension of that day she fell asleep when she hit the pillow.

George grinned a little when he drove off. She really was a nice lass, and, if anything, the opposite of the stories some people seemed to tell about her, he thought. Then he directed his attention to the traffic.

Some forty minutes later he pulled up on the drive, went inside and walked to his study. There was an oil painting of his wife on the wall over a group of filing cabinets, and he nodded at her. "I'm back," he said. "Had to help a young woman." He looked at his watch and decided he'd better go to bed. "It's getting late, sweetheart. See you tomorrow," he added and left the room.

He went to bed, but being tired didn't help this time, and he lay in the semi-darkness of the Greater London night, looking at the ceiling and thinking of Joan. She'd been dead for over a year now. He missed her frightfully much - her warmth, her nearness, having someone to talk to. He was of a retiring disposition, and Joan's ebullience had nicely countered his inclination to become a recluse. The encounter with June - June sounds almost like Joan, he thought - hadn't done much to grant him a peaceful night's sleep. She was nice. Rather more than nice, perhaps. He sighed. 

Then he suddenly sat up. That face. That pinched, shifty face... Damn. There was something the matter with it. He tried to remember what it was. There was something... He got up and went down the stairs and into his office. He went to one of the filing cabinets, and started going through the data, starting about a year earlier, and it wasn't long before he found the name he was looking for. He nodded grimly, and decided to contact Jay Morrison, a friend of his in the London Met first thing in the morning. Then he went back to bed and to sleep.

He called Jay before breakfast. Initially his telephone call was greeted with shocked silence on the other end. Then he was asked over to come and talk immediately. He did have the time, did he? He did.

At the station he was first shown a couple of pictures in which he recognised the man he'd met the evening before, usually in the company of another unfavourable-looking gentleman. "This is him," he said, "but I don't think I've ever seen the other beauty."

"That is John De Vere. He served time twice, once for domestic violence and once for attempted manslaughter. We know he even abused his parents, and we fear he may have got on to far more unsavoury practices. But we have lost sight of him. After these pictures were taken he escaped the supervision of his probation officer."

"John De Vere - that's the fellow who spread the slander about June. They do make a nice couple, don't they?"

It appeared that Mr so-called Jones, or Bob Brown, according to the official papers, whom George remembered as a fraudster and wholesale conman, had developed into a rapist and was sought for the murder of at least one young woman. The victim had been found raped with a slit throat, bound and blindfolded, and witnesses who'd seen a person lurking in the neighbourhood had all pointed out his picture without the least hesitation. There had been a couple of other murders during the same period that might have been done by the same perpetrator, though, and they were very interested indeed, and more than a little bit concerned about June's welfare. He was probably in London still, and he might well be incensed against June. You never knew; his contacts with John De Vere didn't spell much good for her. This might be their chance to lay hands on him, though. They'd have to keep tabs on June as they didn't want another victim.




June 22, 2007



Ok here it is, I never went looking for this but it somehow found me. 

My friend Natalya came to work Thursday talking about this cute white chick that she met when she was hanging out on Wednesday night. She spoke of how pretty Katherine was and mentioned that she had a really nice ass. Natalya said that Katherine was married but she wanted to meet one really cool black dude that was on her level and had a larger that average Johnson. 

Something I guessed was that she wasn't getting "it" at home from her husband. Natalya told Katherine that she had someone perfect for her, that person being me. So I continued to listen with a bit of interest as she continued to tell me about how Katherine was acting towards her at the club and how she came from out of the blue and told Natalya that she wanted to taste her pussy. THAT bit of information grabbed my attention. Five minutes later she came back by my desk on her way to her break and told me to walk with her. 

"I'm about to call the girl I was telling you about. I wanted you to talk to her and introduce yourself real quick," Natalya said.

I stood and followed as her cute little booty swung from side to side while she walked. We stepped outside and took a seat on the steps as she began to dial Katherine's cell.

"Hey Kat, it's me, Natalya. What are you up to?" she quizzed. "Sounds like you are dead asleep." 

She paused to listen in as she told her something I couldn't hear.

"Do you remember I told you I had someone perfect for you to meet? Well he's right here and I wanted to let you guys say hello and introduce yourselves."

I reached for the phone. "Hello Katherine, how are you doing? I've been hearing some good things about you from Natalya, and she is right, you do sound sleepy." I laughed and asked, "Are you still recuperating from last night?"

"No, I'm ok. It's nice to meet you also." Then her cell phone went silent.

We tried for the next 5 minutes to get her back on the phone with no success. As Natalya's break was coming to an end she finally called us back. I grabbed the phone from her and continued with the lost conversation that we were once having. 

I brought it to a close with, "Hopefully we will get the chance to meet soon." And I ended the phone call. 

I looked at Natalya who was looking back at me and we just shook our heads like IT'S GOING DOWN; we laughed and walked back to our seats.

The Next day......That Day: Friday

I had left work early that day. I headed to visit some of my people when I got a call. It was the two of them on the line giggling and acting silly. We talked for a few to see what each other had up for the evening. Natalya had decided to open her house up to us for drinks and a lil smoke session. 

As I was on the way home from hanging with my kinfolk my brother sent me a text saying that my sister was out of town and he's having a poker night for the fellas. 

"There's my alibi," I mumbled to myself. "Ill just leave this out and ole nosey face won't question my whereabouts." 

Although I was actually considering going to my brother's house, I ultimately knew where I wanted to end up. I left home around 9 that night not knowing where I was going, since I had not heard from the hostess. I had to leave the house to coincide with my alibi. So there I was, sitting at pump number 11 not knowing which way to go. I'd also had another offer from a chick at work that I was also considering, but that would be much later, after I left my brother's house. 

My phone rang as soon as I decided that I was headed to my brother's for a few drinks and a few hands of poker. It was the hostess. She said that Kat was at On the Border and that she wanted us to come up there. As she was telling me this, Kat sent me a text saying the same exact thing. So I headed that way. 

I waited on Natalya to get there before going inside. She pulled up at about 9:30. She was wearing a very tight pair of jeans and a shirt that showed every inch of cleavage that she had. As we stepped into the bar area all eyes were on us. Well, more her than us. The eyes of every guy were glued to her tits and I completely understood why. 

We sat at a table in the back near the bar. I was promptly introduced to Kat. We said our hellos as she looked at me with this look of approval. She smiled big and accepted my handshake. I ordered drinks for Natalya and myself. She began to talk with one of their friends who was seated at the table with us. 

Kat quizzed me with a few questions and I managed to get more than a few laughs. We were having a good time. Within minutes of meeting Kat, she began to display all of the tell-tale signs of attraction. Touching of the arm, hooking her foot under my leg, picking lint from my hair AND showing me how she can make her tongue dance. You know, the usual. 

As I was holding a conversation with her I received a text for Natalya. It read: HOW LONG IS IT GOING TO TAKE U GUYS. I HAVE TO MEET MY DUDE ABOUT 11ish. 

I leaned over to Kat and told her that I thought it was time that we take this party to Natalya's house. I directed our waiter to bring me my tab and Kat got up to go pay hers at the bar since she was cool with the bartender. 

That was when I really got a good look at what she was wearing. It was a lavender-colored, almost see-thru, baby doll type of dress. I was sure you ladies have a name for it. Underneath you could see her dark purple thong. She came back to the table and excused herself as she was going to the bathroom. Natalya followed. 

After I settled up with the waiter we headed to our cars. Kat decided that she would ride with me and Natalya would follow. As we rode back to Natalya's house I informed Kat that I got a peek at her thong as she was paying her tab at the bar. She gave me a shy kind of grin, and then lifted her dress to show me the front of them. 

Me being the hands-on type, I reached over and stuck my hand into her panties to look for her love button. She looked at me, bit her lip, and then removed my hand from her panties while saying, "You don't know me like that...yet." 

"Not yet," I thought to myself.

We pulled into the driveway, got out, and followed Natalya into her house thru the garage. As we entered we were in the kitchen. Natalya went to the back of the house to kick her shoes off and put her purse away. Kat wasted not one second before she turned to me and shoved her tongue down my throat. 

I asked her to spin around so that I could get a good look at this ass I was hearing so much about after we kissed for a few seconds. She willingly lifted her dress and bent over at the waist.

"Not bad for a white girl, huh?" she asked as I looked on in awe.

"Hell no, not AT ALL!" was my response.

I dropped to my knees so I could get a better view of her goodies and what I saw attracted my tongue like a moth to a flame. I ran my tongue across her pussy entrance, and then up to her asshole where I circled it with my tongue and returned to my feet. She spun around, gave me the sexiest look, and told me that I was a bad, bad boy.

Our host returned to the room and wasted no time in opening the bar. Hennessey, Capt. Morgan, Jose Cuervo, Apple Vodka. You name it, she had it. We did have a little argument over who was going to get the last bit of Hennessey but, being the sweet and nice ladies that they were, they let the gentleman have his drink. 

After our drinks were poured we all went into the living room. Kat acted as though the skimpy dress she wore was now a bother to have on, and stripped as she stood between us. I asked her to spin so that Natalya and I could get a better look at her body. She bent at the waist again and I playfully smacked her on her lily white, right ass cheek. I sat on the sofa and Natalya took the love seat and to my surprise Kat came over and straddled me. 

I pulled her onto me and took her left nipple into my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in close to her. I reached up with my left hand and gently began to pull on her right nipple. She began to grind on my continually growing dick. As she did that, I grabbed the back of her thong and gave it a little tug. I sucked her perky tits for a few minutes before I asked her to dismount me and turn over. 

She lay there with a grin on her face. I bent forward once again, taking one of her tits in my mouth. I then began my voyage down south. I circled my tongue around her belly button a few times before taking the top of her thong in my mouth, easing them down. When they were around her calves she kicked them off and before me was one of the cutest pussies that I have ever laid eyes on. 

I wasted no time teasing her. I dove head first into her wet, juicy pussy. She began bucking against my face almost instantly as I ran my tongue across her clit for a few minutes while fingering her, before I decided it was time to stop playing. I launched an all-out assault on her clit. I sped up the fingering. I learned a long time ago that it's the perfect combo to go along with my pussy sucking. I took her clit into my mouth and she moaned very loudly.

"Is it that good?" Natalya asked from her seat on the love seat as she looked on. Kat just moaned in response.

I continued to suck on her clit as she moaned in delight. I knew she was cumming when she pushed her cunt into my face and raised her hips off the couch, gripping the back of his head as she let out the vocal part of her orgasm.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she cried out while looking down at me between her legs in disbelief. 

"Wow!" was all she could manage to let escape from her lip as she attempted to gather her breath.

"Now it's my turn," I announced as I stood and began to unbuckle my belt.

After unbuckling my belt my jeans slid to my feet and I stood there in my boxers. I looked at Natalya and we shared a laugh. Kat was on her knees as I stood in front of the love seat. She moved towards me and grabbed my dick through my boxers and gave it a gentle but firm bite. 

From that moment I knew this would be an event that I would need to sit down for. I removed my boxers and took a seat on the sofa. Kat grabbed my dick, held it straight up in the air, and took my nuts in her mouth. I let out a very low moan that filled the room. Natalya looked over at me.

"Damn fool! Are you ok?" she asked as she laughed.

"I'm feeling just fine," I said as I began to watch Kat as she sucked my cock with the passion that only a woman who loved to suck dick could only display. 

Slurping sounds filled the room as she sucked on the first half of my dick. She then began to take more and more of my cock into her hot mouth. She had so much in that I could feel her nose touch my pubes. She would take it out and then slowly make her way back down my pole.

"NATALYA! Get over here and look at this girl's skills," I said in a hushed tone.

Natalya got up off of the couch for a close-up of what was going on. She stood and looked over my left shoulder. 

"Damn! Does she have your whole dick in her mouth?" Natalya asked.

"Yesssssssss." That is how I replied to her question.

Just as she got most of my Johnson into her mouth she began to bob her head up and down. I have never witnessed or felt anything so lovely in all of my 34 years on this here earth. This chick was the one who taught the pros. She came up for a breath of air after about a minute or more and just looked at me and asked if I liked it. Was she serious? 

She continued to suck my dick as Natalya stood over my right shoulder watching the whole thing go down, I moved Kat's bangs from her eyes. 

"Look at Natalya while you suck my dick!" I commanded.

Kat looked directly into Natalya's eyes. As I looked back at Natalya I could see that she was looking on in either what was amazement or awe. Either way, I wasn't about to move until I made sure that moment was etched onto my brain. Something I would be doing a lot of over the next 90 minutes. 

After my dick started to swell I decided that I wanted to get behind that thick, white ass and run my dick up in that thing like a piston of a 572 cubic inch Chevy engine. I stood behind her as I unwrapped my lifestyle and rolled it onto my dick. 

I looked back at Natalya and moved toward Kat. I took an ass cheek in each hand and let my hips guide my dick toward her waiting pussy. As I stuck in the head of it I heard her gasp for air. I began with long slow strokes at first the worked my way up to a faster pace as she moaned and bounced her ass back on me with each forward thrust. 

I kept this pace for about five minutes or more, switching between long and slow strokes. I looked over my shoulder to find Natalya turning away from us to sip her drink as she made a gesture with her hand as if her favorite gospel song just came on, yet another act that was etched onto my brain. 

As Kat neared orgasm I decided to slow my stroke to a medium-paced one, using long stokes until she came. As she did she supported herself up on the back on the couch with her hands and bounced back even harder in attempt to get every last tingle out of her orgasm. As her [orgasm – climax] subsided I felt the need to get this chick on her back and show her what a fuck was all about.

"Natalya, do you mind if I use your guest bedroom?"

"No, not at all. I've already pulled the comforter and sheets back. Knock yourself out." 

I grabbed Kat by the wrist and led her to the room. Once there I instructed her to lie on her back. I quickly ran my tongue over her clit before I mounted her and stuffed my condom-covered cock into her gaping pussy hole. I pushed in and once again began a slow grinding motion as she held onto my back.

I came in close to her as we engaged in a slow, wet kiss as I kept grinding my meat into her like a fuck-champ. She let out moans of ecstasy as we kissed and fucked. I decided that she had gotten about as wet as she would so I propped up my right leg, leaving my left in its normal spot. I pushed her leg back and opened them as wide as I could. 

I called it the G spot revealer and started out slow at first. I could see the combination of pain and pleasure on her as I slowly stroked her. I felt the inside of her pussy give way to my intruding cock and begin to pick up my pace. As I did, I could tell that her first orgasm in this position was about to occur.

"THAT'S IT! SHOVE THAT BLACK DICK UP IN ME!! UUUUGGGHHH"

She came with force as she looked up at me and mumbled something that I couldn't understand, and then laid her head back down. I kept on stroking for a few moments more before asking her to turn over. She got on all fours with her legs together and her ass pointed straight in the air. 

I, once again, took both cheeks in my hands and let my hips guide my dick to her wide-open pussy that her juices were leaking out of. I placed the tip of the head in and as soon as I did she pushed back, placing my entire dick in her. At that point I grabbed her hips that were sticking out from both sides and held on for the ride.

Not to be outdone I quickened my pace as slapping sounds filled the air. I reached back for a sip of my Hennessey and turned on the light so I could see the contrast in color between my black dick and her pink pussy. It was remarkable. 

I reached up again to turn off the light and kept up my pace until I could tell she was about to come again. I took a cheek in each hand and spread her ass wider as I stood on my tippy toes so I could hit that spot I hit when I had her on her back.

" MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" She moaned as she came for the third time. 

I once again requested that she turn on her back. I stood at the edge of the bed and grabbed an ankle in each hand. I let my hanging dick bounce above her pussy, slapping her clit with each bounce.

"Put it in!" I commanded.

She reached down with her right hand, gripped my cock and noticed it was in a semi-hard state. She sat up on the edge of the bed and asked me to take a few steps backwards and took half of my dick in her hot, wet mouth. With her hand at the base of my dick she did a suck and jerk move that soon had me standing at attention. 

Kat lay back down with my dick still in her hand and pulled my hardness into her softness. She lay back with her legs straight in the air and once again my hands grabbed her ankles. I pumped my meat into her as she began to play with her clit. She lay there smiling and I got a glimpse of a beauty that most won't see. It was her sexually satisfied beauty. 

"Are y'all almost done in there?" Natalya yelled from the other room.

"Yes, almost!" I yelled back. 

I pulled out of Kat and instructed her to lie on her back at the end of the bed with her head hanging off of the edge. I stood above her and she knew where I was going with this. As she began to suck my dick Natalya appeared in the doorway about five feet from me.

"Damn Stefan!!!! Your ass is sweating something awful!"

"He's been working really hard," Kat explained with a mouth full of dick.

"Where is she?" Natalya asked as she looked at me. 

It was dark so I pointed down to the bed. She looked down to see Kat lying on her back with my dick in her mouth and hands. Natalya watched for a few seconds before she stepped into the hallway to retrieve a towel for me. She came back and began to wipe the sweat off of my back, neck and forehead. 

She stood and watched as Kat worked my dick in and out of her mouth. Natalya and I looked at each other for a moment and I'm not sure what made me do it, but, I reached out and pinched her nipple. It was something that I have wanted, secretly, to do for a long time. I was met with no resistance. 

So I got bolder and removed her nipple from her shirt and squeezed her tit. I once again received no resistance. I once again got bolder and pulled her into me and started to lick and suck on her right nipple. She stood there with a sly grin on her face, so I continued.

"Hey, I want some of that too!" Kat shouted.

She sprang to her knees and took Natalya's left breast out and attacked it like a nursing infant. So there we were standing in a dark room with a tit in each of our mouths. We played with them for a few minutes before one of them suggested it was time for Natalya to get her pussy licked on. I released her tit from my mouth and stood behind her. I began to undo her belt buckle and was thoroughly surprised when I was met with no resistance. 

"I'm really about to push my luck now," I thought to myself.

First it was the belt. Then the button was undone. I thought, "Wait, who am I kidding?" before yanking her pants and panties down with the enthusiasm of a forty year old virgin. 

Kat and Natalya laughed at my eagerness and both said in unison, "Dang, slow down".

Kat was standing in front of Natalya as I pushed Natalya towards the bed. 

"I'm tasting this first!" I told Kat while moving her out of my way.

"Good! I can play with these for awhile," referring to Natalya's tits.

As Natalya lay down on the bed I took her high-heeled clad legs in each of my hands and spread them apart. I wasted no time in teasing her with my usual sensuality; around her pussy my tongue danced. I went right to the prize. I hated that I couldn't see her reaction. Kat was between us sucking and nibbling on her eraser-sized nipples. 

That was okay though; Natalya's breathing pattern let me know I was doing okay down below. I went between licking her clit and pussy lips to sticking an inch of my long tongue in her pussy entrance. She seemed to like that the best. I would run the tip of my tongue along the top of her insides a few times before I would withdraw and lick my way back up to her clit, licking and sucking her towards orgasm. 

My dick was as hard as it had ever been and it needed attention. I instructed Kat to take my place between Natalya's legs, licking that wonderful-tasting pussy.




June 22, 2007



As she took my position between her legs I went around to the other side of the bed to play with her big ole tits for a few moments myself. I grabbed one in each hand. With my dick hanging a few feet from her face, I began going back and forth between nipples until I'd had enough. I took my position behind Kat and once again let my hips guide my cock into her hot pussy. 

With each thrust into Kat's cat I got a wonderful view of Natalya's tits bouncing. The harder I pushed, the harder they bounced, and the more I pushed the harder Kat's tongue was pushed into Natalya's pussy. We established a steady pace until Natalya showed signs that she was about to cum. I sped up my pace a little bit as a noticed a light orgasm washing over Natalya's face.

"Rookie!" I thought to myself as Kat had given her a lackluster orgasm. 

Kat crawled up Natalya's body, straddled her, and they began to kiss. As their mouths met I had a perfect view of both of their wet pussies due to the position they were in. I reached out to play with both. There I was, a married man of seven years, with a pussy in each hand, and neither belonging to my wife. She would be pissed if she knew. Not because I was with another woman, but because she wasn't involved. 

As they continued to kiss I inserted my middle and index fingers into each pussy. I took my time enjoying the sight before me. I tried to locate both of their g-spots. With Kat being on top my stroke went down, and with Natalya on the bottom, so went my stroke. 

They both began to gyrate and fuck my fingers back. Their movements were almost identical; I was onto something. I couldn't tell who but someone was moaning from an obvious orgasm. For the amount of juices leaking out of her hairless pussy, I would guess it was Kat.

I decided that Natalya deserved much more pleasure than that for hooking me up with this wonderful evening. So I once again took my position between Natalya's legs, not intending on playing games. I immediately took her clit into my mouth and I stuck my index finger into her wet pussy. I sucked on her pussy as I finger fucked her, filling the room with slurping sounds.

"It's good, huh?" I heard Kat asking as she sucked on Natalya's tits. A moan was her answer. 

"I licked and sucked her pussy for all I was worth. She was receiving the wifey treatment. After about five minutes of licking and sucking, Natalya began to show the slow signs of an oncoming orgasm. 

"OHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned in a low tone.

I quickened the pace of my tongue flicking across her clit as I sucked on it a little harder. As she reached her peak there was no mistaking that she was having a sizeable orgasm. Her legs shook a little and squeezed tight around my ears. She twisted my head to the side as her orgasm wracked her body.

"Ohhhhhh shit!" was all that managed to escape her mouth along with her moans. 

That was yet another occurrence that I etched onto my brain. As Natalya lay there in orgasmic bliss, Kat moved to Natalya's side, kissing her while still playing with her tits. As I stood there enthusiastically looking at the two ladies that I just finished pleasing, I could help but wonder what Chas could do if she could see me now.

I lay next to Kat across the bed and she continued to play with Natalya's nipples. I reached across Kat to tweak the nipple that was being ignored. We lay there for about five minutes talking about something. I was too busy running that night's events through my mind to pay attention to the conversation. 

I got up to go to the bedroom to clean my body of the sweat that had again accumulated on my back and chest. I finished up and turned to walk out. 

"Stand right here, girl. Don't move," Natalya told Kat. "We are going to fuck him up with this one."

When I came out of the bathroom I stopped dead in my tracks. When I tell you readers that what I saw was the single sexiest thing in the world, please believe me. The vision before me was Natalya and Kat standing in the middle of the hall, arm in arm wearing only their panties, tops and heels They were looking at me with the sexiest looks that they could have possibility given. It was instantly etched in my head. I had forgotten about everything that happened that night. Natalya saw that look on my face and turned to Kat.

"I told you!" she said and laughed.

"You really know him well, huh?" Kat replied.

At the time I didn't know what they meant by that, and I didn't care. The look on my face must have been priceless. I just stood there for a minute or more taking in the sight of them standing so close together. The contrast between their skins under the dimly lit hallway was enough to make me take out my dick and stroke it. 

As I did I walked into the hallway and stood against the doorway leading into the living room. Kat came over to me, dropped it like it was hot and once again took my dick into her mouth. That only lasted for a few minutes. 

She stood, turned to Natalya, and said," So what do y'all have up for tomorrow night?" 

To be continued...



June



George almost exploded. But he was too professional to give in to his feelings. Instead he set about to get every guarantee there would not be any tricks that might endanger June in the least. 

The police sent a car round to June's house with an officer dressed in overalls, who could easily masquerade as a plumber, to investigate the building. On ringing the doorbell he noticed that the front door lock was of a very simple kind, the sort of lock any master key would unlock without too much trouble. He pulled up his nose at the sight.

June was very suspicious at first, although the officer's identification seemed above board. "Why don't you call Mr Jillings while I get my gear from the car?" Jack Barnes, the officer, suggested.

June did and was reassured by his voice. George didn't mince matters but told her plainly who and what they might be up against - though he stopped short of mentioning murder. June understood, and welcomed Jack into her place. He found a small Edwardian house with a long corridor that ran from the hall to a tiny room at the back with a solid wooden door into the garden. In the corridor there were doors into the living-room, the kitchen and the cellar, and there was an arch giving to the stairs.

He first opened the back door. A few steps went down into a rather long garden that was surprisingly well-kept, he thought. At the back of the garden there was a fence with a door in it. The thing looked rather flimsy, in his opinion.

June explained that the door gave to a narrow path running between the houses from a side street. It was hardly ever used, and as there were disused bins and an old and broken bicycle in there, it wasn't too attractive either.

Jack walked to the fence, opened the door and had a look. He nodded. "Let's go back inside," he said.

The police officer spent a considerable time checking the lay of the land. "This may all be completely unnecessary," he said when he was ready. "But then again, there is a chance that your address is known and that you will be attacked. We will take every possible measure to ensure you will not come to harm, and we do want to apprehend the men involved. You will be watched, for a considerable time, if need be, and we will put up a few cameras, both inside the house and in the road. It will mean that you'll have to dress in the bathroom."

"It makes me feel very uncomfortable," June said.

"I know. I'm afraid it is the best thing we can do, and moving won't help much if you are an intended victim."

June nodded. "Yes, I understand that. Still... I do hope you'll find them soon." 

"We'll arrange for Rachel Mitchell, one of our lady officers, to come and work in your firm; she lives in your neighbourhood and you will go to work and return home together. I am very sorry for the inconvenience."

Jack gave some more details. Then he went to work and fitted a microphone in the hall that was strong enough to record outside noises and speech, put up a few cameras, made a few smudges on his trouser legs and left. 

A little later the police parked an old banger almost across the road from June's house. They'd rigged it with a small, hi-tech camera to keep an eye on the road and June's front door.

June began to feel very uncomfortable indeed. When she'd been at Mary-Anne's party, it had been unpleasant, but now she understood it to be truly dangerous. She hoped the police would find the men soon, so she could go on with her life... 

Meanwhile the police sent a couple of officers to check the surveillance cameras around Norwood Junction tube station. On one of the cameras the footage showed that Mr Brown had gone into the station and spent a couple of hours lurking there. And he did not remain alone either; Mr De Vere showed up after a very short time. They carefully saved a few copies; it increased their anxiety about June's welfare considerably.

George had spent most of the morning at the police station. When there was nothing more for him to do he went home. There was a brief he had to concentrate on, but he found it an impossible task. Joan's portrait didn't give any solace, either. He just kept hearing June's frightened voice and seeing her face in his mind, her wide mouth and the half smile she'd flashed him a couple of times at Mary-Anne's party. At one moment he even found himself wondering what she looked like under those decent clothes, and then he got so angry with himself that he actually did get some work done.

June's weekend would have been uneventful but for the intense feelings of discomfort. She didn't manage to settle down to any structured activity. She found herself walking round and looking surreptitiously out of the window, but nothing happened, and she just entirely wasted her weekend. 

That Monday morning someone rang her bell some five minutes before she was about to leave. June looked through the visor in the door and saw a cheerful young woman standing on her doorstep. She remembered Jack's words and opened the door for her. "Hi June," the woman said as she stepped inside. "I'm Rachel Mitchell."

Indoors she showed her identification, so June needn't worry, she said. "And we are convinced the men that we're after will not attack you in the streets. They're after a different kind of fun." When June had put on her coat they left together. They walked to the tube station and disappeared into London's underbelly.

To the squad's intense excitement the cameras registered the gentlemen they were looking for that very afternoon. They carried rucksacks and they wore hats, but the cameras were good enough not to leave the police in any doubt. They walked up to June's house, looking over their shoulders on entering her garden, and the De Vere character slipped a key into June's front door. It took him some time, but he managed to open the door without trouble. The two men went inside.

As soon as they'd come into view, the police came into action. They started recording their conversations, alerted the two civilian-type cars already there and they sent five more cars around to June's neighbourhood. Their quarry was far too important for them to run the slightest risk of an escape. They kept close contact with the station where the conversation of the two men was taped and listened to with horror, since the gentlemen, who were apparently somewhat on edge, had embarked on a violent quarrel about their recent activities in which they accused the other of all the things they'd done they shouldn't have. The list was gruesome and included the murders the police had not yet been able to link to them, plus a couple of rapes, one of which hadn't come off according to plan, it seemed. A lot to follow up, they decided with grim satisfaction. 

The men were seen ascending the stairs, and going into June's bedroom. A little later they came down again without their rucksacks. At one point they had apparently found Jane's small selection of wine, and after some time the police heard them clink glasses and outline the plan for the evening. When they had finished, the listeners wiped the perspiration from their foreheads. "Thank God we were put on the right track," Morrison said. "Let's keep this from that young woman, for God's sake. I think we've got enough on them now. Let's go for them!" 

The police drove into the street with howling sirens. They had taken enough measures to ensure there would be no escape. As they had expected, the intruders made for freedom at the back of the house. The back door opened outward. It was really strong, though, and the key had been removed from the lock by the lady officer that morning. There was nothing for it but to force it open. The control room heard them count down and then the uniformed men and the officer in mufti who'd assembled in the garden saw them come crashing onto the terrace in an untidy heap. John De Vere landed on his shoulder, and they could actually hear his collarbone snap. Bob Brown got up and tried to run for it, but to no avail. He was tripped up and handcuffed. A body-search revealed a flick-knife and a couple of knuckle dusters; John, who lay moaning and writhing in an untidy heap, carried a revolver.

When Bob was on his feet again he stood looking at the policemen, panting. "I demand that you let me go," he said. "I didn't do anything!"

Jay Morrison looked at him with distaste. "We will take you to the police station for questioning," he said. "And when, if ever, we let you go, you will be so old... Forget it, baby."

"I should have knifed that man at the party," Brown said. "The bastard!"

"Right you are!" the senior officer said. "Off with you!"

They marched their catch to a police van and drove to the station. A couple of them went through the house to pick up the men's rucksacks and see what damage, if any, they had done. June's wardrobe had been gone through. Her underwear was on the floor, and there was a coil of rope on the bed, together with a piece of cloth obviously meant as a blindfold. A female officer tidied June's clothes and made her bedroom presentable again, while the others removed the men's stuff. They left when they'd gone through the entire house.

Jack Barnes stayed behind to let in the men they'd called to replace the back door. While he was waiting for them to arrive he removed the cameras he'd put up. Then he tidied up the mess the men had made in the kitchen. They'd upset a glass of wine, and treated themselves to some food. A little more courtesy would have been in place, Jack thought.

The builders came twenty minutes later and set to work efficiently and fast. They made something of a mess, too, but they meticulously cleaned up after themselves.

At the station Jay called George and told him all danger to June was over now the two men had been arrested. George felt his chest swell with relief.

"Thank God," he said. "The possibility of her coming a cropper has been on my mind all the time. Do you think you've got enough on them?"

"Oh yes, we have," Jay said. "More than enough!" He briefly told George about the men's quarrel - yes, with a full list of names, thank goodness - and George echoed his own thoughts when he said June had better not learn about it. 

When Jay had rung off, George looked at Joan's portrait. "Danger's over," he said, and smiled. Joan smiled back, a little Mona Lisa like, George thought. He nodded at her and left the room.

Jack Barnes stayed put until June returned that evening in the company of Ms Mitchell, who'd been good company. June really liked her a lot. It was a pity they'd not met before, she thought; they could have become fast friends. "Jack?" Rachel said. "What's up?"

"We've got them," Jack said. "Their game's up, and you're safe, June."

"Are you sure? There is no chance there are more of them? And they won't be let off?"

"They quarrelled and gave all the information we want, and we have it all on tape, all over and above board. And no, there were no other people in it. But it's a damn good thing you chanced upon old Jillings. If you hadn't..." He suddenly remembered he wasn't supposed to talk about it, and shook his head. "All people need a little luck in their lives and apparently you were on, this time!"

June returned a rather crooked smile. Then she burst into tears. The tension of the last four days and the relief at being out of it were too much. It took Rachel Mitchell quite some time to calm her a little. 

"Do you want me to stay tonight?" she asked. "Just in case you get overcome again?"

"No... But would you mind staying a little longer and having dinner with me? I'll order some Chinese takeaway."

Rachel didn't mind. Jack left, and the women had dinner together. June's place wasn't big enough to boast a dining room; she had a small dining table with four chairs in the living-room. They had almost finished when the doorbell rang. Rachel went to the door and found George waiting on the steps. She recognised him immediately and let him in.

"Hello June," he said as he entered the living-room. "I just wanted to see with my own eyes you're alright." He smiled at her, and she felt unaccountably happy he'd come to see her, and beamed at him.

"Please sit down," she said. "We've almost finished our dinner."

"Do go on and don't mind me, please," George said. He sat down in one of the easy chairs, rather dwarfing it but not caring, and looked at the women, and then around the room. It was quite a feminine room, quite unlike his quarters, he thought. But it was well-cared-for, tidy and friendly, with light-cream wallpaper and raw silk curtains. Its furnishing were of good quality, and he felt quite at home there. 

In one corner of the room her oboe stood next to a music stand that held a Vivaldi score. He briefly wondered how good she was. She might well have been modest about her skills, he expected. There were a few portraits on the wall. One of them showed a couple in Edwardian clothes, and the other a young woman with a sweet face that looked a lot like June, but without the wide mouth, and with auburn hair. George guessed she might be June's mother, or perhaps a sister - definitely a blood relation. 

He looked at the two women eat. June had excellent table manners, and Rachel's weren't half bad, either. He smiled a little to himself. Joan had always commented on it, and he had heard her do so so often that he'd started noticing it, too. Joan would certainly have made some comment as soon as she was out of earshot, sometimes scathing, sometimes rather friendly; it depended on the way she felt about the people involved. He wondered what she'd have thought of June. She'd have liked her, he supposed. She had good manners and a friendly disposition, and he didn't think Joan would have been fooled by June's nervous appearance. 

After Joan's death he had met one woman he liked, but when he tried to hear what Joan could have thought of her, he had to admit to himself she wouldn't have judged her too favourably... It was enough to make him put an end to seeing her.

The ladies finished their meal and went into the kitchen to clear the things away. Would George like a cup of coffee? He would, and after some minutes the women returned with a tray with three cups and some biscuits. George drank his coffee first and then inquired after June's mood and state of mind.

June pulled a face at him. "I feel completely bewildered, really," she said. "I don't really know what's happened. It seems that man's been arrested, and my back door had to be replaced. But that's about all I know. And I must have run some big risk, but I'm not quite sure of what, and the police apparently were very worried that it could be something very bad... Rape, probably." She stared into her cup for a moment. "I felt very, very afraid, really, and not knowing of what didn't make it any better. And now I don't have to be afraid any longer, it feels as if I've just finished my studies and there's only emptiness left, you know?"

She shook her head. "I told you about John's slander campaign, and that I thought I'd effectively got rid of it, and then this awful man appeared. I hope it won't begin again now but I'm none too confident it won't. I'm glad I met you at that party. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't."

George gave her a grim smile. "It's certainly a good thing you sat down in that chair. If you hadn't you'd probably be dead by now."

June felt her hair stand on end. "Was it that bad?" she whispered.

George nodded. "It was. The man you met and that John De Vere character were in it together, and they were lurking in the tube station, waiting for you. I think you wouldn't have made it home. They're sure to get a life sentence. You were not their first quarry, I'm afraid."

June sat looking at him as if she saw a ghost. She remained silent for quite some time. Then she said, "I'm glad I didn't know. It's unbelievable, really."

"Yes," George said. "Psychopaths are always impossible to understand. You'd better not try. If half possible, try and forget about them. I know it's easier said than done, but still... Playing the oboe seems a much better idea." He smiled at her.

June nodded dubiously. "It does, but I need some peace of mind to make it sound like music at all." She passed her hands over her face. "I suppose I'll feel unsafe for a long time."

George nodded. "Yes," he said. "I don't think that can be helped. You'll be asked to make a statement to the police, for one thing. But you can call me anytime you need a human voice to reassure you, or the police for all that. Jay Morrison will take care of you, too - and I promise to come running whenever you think I should. My landline number is on my card, and this is my mobile one." He wrote it down on a piece of paper from his wallet and handed it to her.

June suddenly broke into a smile. "You are a liar, aren't you?" she said. "You don't live in the neighbourhood at all! What made you see me home that night?"

"Gut feeling," George said. "And I just like your company. It prolonged our time together for forty-five minutes. Will that do?"

He looked at June gravely. It gave her a tingling feeling down her spine, a little odd but not at all unpleasant. "Yes," she said. "It will."

"Good," George said, and this time he did smile. He got up. "I think I'd better go home now. It will be early days tomorrow. Do you think you'll manage to squeeze some rest from the night?"

"Yes," June said. "I do think so. I'm dead tired. Thank you very much, the both of you. I do appreciate what you did for me no end!"

They shook hands, and Rachel and George left together. June stood in the doorway and watched them go. Then she went through the house to check the doors and windows and to see if the two intruders hadn't left anything behind, but the police had been too thorough for that. When she'd satisfied herself everything was in order she went to bed. She switched off the light and lay waiting for sleep to come, which it did quite fast, with the image of George's earnest face on her mind. 

George drove home slowly. He felt he had to talk to Joan, but Joan's face was occasionally replaced by June's in his thoughts. Blast. He'd only seen June twice, once at the party and just now, and she'd been under a considerable amount of stress both times. She hadn't given him any reason to believe she even as much as liked him. She trusted him alright, he thought. He knew hardly anything about her. But that smile, that wide-mouthed smile, and those eyes... Come on, George, old fool, he thought. Be your age!

He went straight into his study when he came home, and sat down at his desk. Joan smiled at him from her frame on the wall opposite. She'd been his sweetheart at school and he'd loved her the way he'd thought you could only do once in your life. He'd been devastated when she died...

"Joan," he said, "I think I'm infatuated with June. If you think I shouldn't, please give me some sign!"

Joan didn't, and the telephone rang instead. George picked up the receiver to be greeted by Mary-Anne's happy voice. She'd planned a meal for the weekend, and would George come? He would, certainly. Then he told Mary-Anne about all that had happened since he'd left the party.

"Oh, no!" Mary-Anne said when he'd finished. "That explains things. She was very pale and quiet. The poor girl! That's absolutely horrible!"

"Yes," George said. "It is. I think she'll be alright, though. I do hope so!"

"I don't know her very well," Mary-Anne said. "She usually looks cheerful enough. What's she like?"

"She's quiet and well-behaved, and she has excellent table manners. She speaks good English, plays the oboe and -"

"Thank you, Joan. What does George think of her?"

George started to giggle. Mary-Anne had been a friend of Joan's; she'd befriended George, too, but she really knew Joan very well, possibly even better than he did, in some respects. And she was right, of course. He did sound exactly like Joan.




June



"Er... George thinks she's a great girl with a really nice face, and he truly loves her company. Will that do for now?"

"That's much better, yes. You know, what would you say if I ask her over for dinner, too? I can just say it's because she didn't seem to have too much of a good time at my party, either..."

"Mary! You're wonderful!"

Mary-Anne grinned. She usually hated it when people abbreviated her name but in George it somehow gave her a warm feeling. He was a really nice man, notwithstanding his forbidding job, and Edward, her husband, always enjoyed his presence as much as she did. George had become far too much of an einzelgänger to her liking; she would welcome seeing him in a relationship again.

"If she accepts, do tell me, won't you? I can pick her up then."

"But she doesn't live your way at all!"

George sighed. "I know. And there's no reason why she couldn't go by tube, or use her own car - if she has one... But I'd just like to make sure."

"Fair enough," Mary-Anne said. "I will let you know!"

When she'd hung up George sat staring at Joan's portrait for a long time, wondering what it was that made him think of June so much, and if it wasn't unfair to Joan. But he supposed Joan wouldn't want him to stay alone for the rest of his days. Better go to sleep, he decided.

Mary-Anne duly invited June over for dinner that weekend, and June accepted with alacrity when she heard George would come, too. It made Mary-Anne smile a little. From what she knew of the two of them she thought they might eventually make a good couple, and she'd be really happy for them.

June had a very busy week. George had been right about the police wanting to have her statement. She went to the station twice, and it took her a long time to supply them with all the information they wanted. Moreover she had to be home fast one day to receive the painters for her new back door. She'd been a little anxious it would be very expensive, but the police footed the bill.

She wondered if she could find a plausible reason to contact George, but she was too busy to find a good excuse. Oh well, she was looking forward to Saturday when they would see each other at Mary-Anne's. The tube would be quite safe again, she thought with a sigh. It still didn't feel good, though.

To her delight George called her to ask if it was okay if he picked her up on his way there. She objected pro forma, but George overrode her objections, as she had hoped and expected, and arranged to pick her up at 15:30.

That Saturday June was all dressed up and ready to go at least half an hour early. She'd spent the morning doing the shopping for some clothes and for victuals for the coming few days, and then she'd made herself a pot of coffee and practised the oboe. But after lunch she'd not felt at ease enough any more, although the unease was rather different from last weekend's. She wore a new pair of shoes and a new sweater, and she'd bought a new lipstick in a muted red that made her mouth look even more expressive.

Joan couldn't have had anything against it, and George noticed it straight away as she emerged from the depths of her house. June looked marvellous, he thought. He opened the door of his car for her and made a small bow as she sat down in the car. She flashed him a brilliant smile that made his stomach do things that hadn't happened to him for a long, long time and that he'd never expected to feel again. He smiled back happily, got into the car and drove off.

On their way to South Norwood he found out that June didn't have a car. She had her driving licence, but parking costs combined with the little use she'd put a car to had made her decide she didn't want one as yet. She seldom went away and when she did there was public transport enough. What she did like was go to concerts and to the theatre. Stratford was on her wish list, and she highly enjoyed the occasional visit to the Royal Albert Hall. Acoustics were phenomenal, weren't they?

George agreed. He seldom went there, but the few times he did were great. He did love music but he usually listened to CDs. His record collection was still in use, too. And he loved books - "I guessed as much!" June said - and he also went to theatre.

"There's Samuel Beckett on next weekend," he said. "Would you like to come?"

"Oh yes, please!" June said. "It must be nice to go together!"

George looked at her for a moment. Her smile filled him with a kind of wolfish happiness and deep desire. He immediately told himself not to be daft, but a little voice inside protested and said that maybe, maybe...

The Dubois' house came into view, and George concentrated on crossing the rather busy road and parking his car in the drive. They'd already been noticed. Before George could ring the bell the front door opened, and Mary-Anne received them, beaming and giving them each a big hug. She took their coats and led them into the living-room. Without the groups of guests its beautiful proportions were much more obvious. There was a bright fire burning in the grate, and Edward rose to greet them, and asked them what they'd want for drinks. George settled for a glass of red wine, just the one, as he was driving, and June kept him company. 

"No whisky?" Edward said.

"No thank you," June said with a smile. "I don't usually drink spirits, only sometimes before bed or when I'm very upset, I'm afraid."

Edward nodded. "We found the fellow that upset you in a couple of pictures that were taken that evening. He didn't come with Jill, by the way. Do you think the police would be interested?"

"George?" June asked.

George nodded. "Certainly," he said. "Very much so!"

"Good," Mary-Anne said. "Let's change the subject and talk about nice things then, shall we?"

They did. June found that she quite liked Edward's sense of humour, to Mary-Anne's relief as it had put off a good few of their visitors. George was impermeable to any friendly sting Edward might try to give and invariably gave him a broad grin, so that never caused any problems. During the course of the afternoon George found to his delight that June was far better read than he'd expected, though she mainly read modern literature. 

Mary-Anne introduced Joan into the conversation to find June really interested. She learnt a lot about George. He was quite gentle and he was also a strictly moral person who could be very unforgiving when people crossed the line of what he saw as acceptable behaviour. She smiled a little at some of the things he said. 

Mary-Anne thought June was apparently far more self-contained than she'd initially thought. It was probably because of all the tension that she'd seemed slightly girlish at times, a small, shivering cold bird on a telephone wire, all feathers puffed up. Now she was at ease, she was very different, a pleasant young woman with poise. The fact that Edward liked her a lot spoke volumes. He had no use for people that pretended to be any other than they actually were.

George sat looking at June like a boy looking at the lights in the Christmas tree, enthralled and spellbound. Mary-Anne, who had known him since he'd fallen in love with Joan, thought he must be falling for her in a really hard way - he'd looked a little like that at Joan then. She'd sometimes wondered about George and Joan. Joan had been very outspoken in her ideas, where George wasn't, unless he thought something was really terribly wrong or unjust. June and he might be a little more equal, she expected. Better keep her fingers crossed, she decided. It might come to nothing, after all.

Dinner was a big success. Mary-Anne was a good cook, and the atmosphere even surpassed the food. There was a homemade mushroom soup, and a Sunday roast as the main course. June felt very happy. For the first time in years there was nothing weighing her down. She felt safe here, and valued, and the physical presence of George made her feel warm inside. 

They concluded the meal with cheese and biscuits, and then coffee. Mary-Anne declined June's offer to help do the washing-up. "We'll take care of that, dearie," she said. "We've got a good dishwasher. I think you'd better go and sample the London traffic now." 

George nodded, and they took their leave. Mary-Anne kissed them goodbye, and Edward and she stood in the front door and waved as George reversed the car and drove off.

"They're really old friends of yours, aren't they?" June said.

"Yes. I've known them for over fifteen years. Edward is a character - you've made a real hit with him. He can be absolutely scathing when he dislikes people... And Mary-Anne is a real dear. She will try and make you feel quite at home."

June nodded. She had felt at home all right. "I hope I may come again some time. They are really very nice."

"I wouldn't wonder," George said. "It was a lovely day." He turned his head her way for a moment. She smiled at him. 

"They are really very nice," she repeated. "I haven't enjoyed myself this much for a long time!"

"Good!" George said. "I hoped you would like it!"

Then he addressed himself to the thickening traffic. June sat watching the buildings along the road, smiling beatifically. It did feel great. The party had been wonderful, and she liked being in George's car with him. She hoped he would remember the offer to go to the theatre together, but she didn't know how to broach the subject. Still, if he forgot she could always invite him over for a coffee or a concert -

"Er," George interrupted her thoughts, "shall I buy those tickets? Do you feel you could stand another couple of hours of my company?"

"Please!" June said. "I haven't gone with anyone lately, and I'm looking forward to going with you!"

George nodded and grinned. "Right-oh," he said. "I'll come to pick you up, ok? The performance is on Sunday afternoon."

"If you come at eleven we can have lunch together first," June said. "I can do a reasonable flan - if you don't mind leek?"

"That sounds very nice. I certainly will!"

He stopped talking and concentrated on the road. June sat thinking about the Sunday to come. Then she looked at George and said, "You know, I find it hard to realise I've only known you for a week. It's probably because of all that to-do, but it feels much longer."

She remained silent for some time. Then she said, "Thank you very much for a lovely time!"

"None of my doing," George said. "It's all Mary-Anne's work." 

"But I don't think I'd have been there if it weren't for you," June said. Then she blushed and stared at the road in front of her. George noticed the blush and smiled. 

He told her about his family background and his work, and it wasn't long before he drove into June's street. "Here we are," he said. "Back home!"

June nodded and gave him another bright smile. "Thank you very much once again," she said. George got out to open the door for her while she was taking off the safety belt. She got out, shook his hand and raised herself on her toes. George bent over and they kissed each other on the cheek. 

"See you on Sunday, June," he said. She remained standing on the kerb until he rounded the corner and waved at her. Then she went inside. She wondered briefly if she should have asked him in for a nightcap, but she wasn't sure if she shouldn't analyse her feelings a little more first. She went into the kitchen to make herself a couple of crackers. She felt unaccountably lonely somehow. She'd always felt alright before, in her own home and her own entourage, those few horrible days at the beginning of last week excepted, of course.

But what if he'd have laughed at her and refused? She let their time together pass the review in her mind and decided that he'd probably have accepted. Oh well, he'd be there next Sunday. Something to be looking forward to! She took her plate of biscuits into the living-room and decided she could have some whisky for a nightcap. There were no pressing activities that Sunday and so she could have her sleep out.

In her mind's eye she could see George sitting in her chair. It had looked a little strange, as he was really too big. She smiled broadly at the thought and let herself down in it. Then she took the remote and started the CD she'd played last night. 

The album began with "In the Meantime". June sat listening, a little drowsily, tapping her foot to the music. She would participate in music some way or other. Track three was wonderful, she thought. She smiled a little wistfully. "Somebody's missing you..." She was. She wished he were there, so they could talk a lot more, and maybe try a kiss? She felt certain he would be very different from the friends she'd had before. Sunday seemed a long way off. She decided to work hard and go to bed early, so the week would pass quickly. 

George drove home. He was very happy that June had offered him her cheek to kiss. Maybe she'd eventually be happy to kiss him on the mouth? You could never be sure... He'd loved to see her blush. 

At home he made his customary trip to his study, and he sat down for a moment to talk to Joan's portrait. She smiled at him from her frame. He suddenly didn't know what to say. Was he just being an unfeeling jerk, or was it okay to try and find a new love, a new voice in the desert of this stale world? He really loved Joan, he did. But June...

He sighed deeply. Then he picked up the phone and called Mary-Anne. She listened to him without comment, and when he'd finished talking she tried to reassure him that yes, it was alright. How old was he? Forty-two? No one would expect him to remain alone for the next forty-two years. Joan certainly wouldn't. She'd talked to Joan about a similar situation, when a mutual friend had lost her husband, and the husband had asked her on his deathbed to remain true to him. Joan had been so angry with the fellow. She really thought it was unbelievable to try and do that to a person, to sentence someone to fifty years of loneliness or more. No, he needn't have any qualms there. 

George felt relieved no end. He thanked Mary-Anne profusely, put down the telephone and nodded at Joan. "I'm going to court June," he said. "I'm sorry, love..." But Joan kept smiling at him and he got the idea that she really didn't mind. He smiled back at her. Then he booted his laptop and bought tickets for the Sunday matinee. 

It was three years now since Joan had died; she'd been on a walking tour in Macedonia with friends when she lost her footing and fell into a ravine. Her best friend had been so shocked she could not coherently explain what had happened, but it was assumed Joan must have slipped because of the scree on the slope. George had been disconsolate, but time did ameliorate the hurt some.

Joan had been very outspoken in most things. George, who only wanted to please, hadn't minded, but some of friends used to wonder if he didn't relinquish too many of his own ideas to let Joan have her way. They'd not told him outright then. It was only after Joan's death that Jamie, a really old friend of his, tactfully touched on the subject. There was something in it, George thought. He was certain that if things worked out, his relationship with June would be quite different.

He looked on his watch. Ten thirty. Time for a drink. He went across the hall into the living-room, poured himself a large glass of Spanish red wine and turned on the TV. Nothing worth watching, as usual. He shook his head, turned the screen off again and opened the novel he was reading. 

After ten minutes he closed the book. His thoughts kept drifting. He would love to feel June's warm body close to his, and to kiss and cuddle again - it felt like years - and he wondered how hard it would be for June to let him into her comfort zone after all the unpleasantness she'd experienced. At least she wasn't given to moping or self-pity. He closed his eyes and pictured June's face, with those beautiful eyes and that lovely mouth he wanted to kiss so much... 

He woke up at two, all stiff and cold. It took him a little time to realise where he was. He grinned and took himself off to bed.

Time passed slowly that week. On Tuesday evening George decided he could at least call June to tell her he'd got the tickets, and they talked happily for ten minutes or thereabouts. But when he'd ended his call it only made George the more aware of the silence and loneliness of his house, his too large house, and the great hunger he felt for June's company.

On Thursday June had lunch with Mary-Anne and Jill. They went to a small restaurant where they spent some time talking about Mary-Anne's birthday party and what happened afterwards. When Jill had gone to wash her hands Mary-Anne asked June about George. 

June beamed. "We're going to the theatre on Sunday," she said. "I can't wait to see him again!" She blushed. "We've only met a fortnight ago, but it seems much longer."

Mary-Anne smiled. "You like him a lot, don't you?" she said.

June nodded. "I don't know how to put it, but he feels right in every way..." She thought how she loved listening to his voice, and looking at him - he was very handsome, she thought - and he had nice, strong hands... Jill's return made them change the subject.

When she came home she did the necessary chores, hoovering, and washing clothes. Lunch had been substantial, and she didn't feel like cooking too much, so she just warmed some leftovers from the freezer and sat down to a light meal with a glass of wine, listening to Dolly Parton. 

Friday was very busy at work, and she came home late. After dinner she took the washing down to fold it, and she looked at her things critically. She was always careful enough, but you couldn't stop time taking the shine away a bit, and a lot of her underthings in particular were rather washed out. She decided it was high time to buy some new things.

She went to BHS and Marks and Spencer's, and on the way home she stopped at her local supermarket for food and wine. She hoped George would like olives and Greek cheese. There were a lot of things she'd love to learn about him, actually.

To make the afternoon go faster she went into the garden to mow the grass, weed the flower beds, sweep the path and pick a nice bunch of flowers for the dinner table. It was evening before she knew. She grinned at herself. Well done, girl, she thought. 

She went to bed early, but sleep wouldn't come. She just felt too excited and a not a little worked up, and eventually she pushed off the covers, took off her nightdress and panties and started to stroke her breasts and belly, moaning to herself and slowly working her way down to her hungry pussy, imagining it was George stroking her. She knew how to please herself, and she put off making herself come on purpose, until at last she couldn't hold back and came, hard and pleasurably.

She pulled up her bedcovers again without bothering about her clothes and was asleep within seconds.

She woke up refreshed, happily anticipating seeing George in a few hours. She showered and washed her hair, and then went into the bedroom again to get dressed. She put on a new set of underwear that was rather more frivolous than what she usually wore, thin and lacy, and when she looked at herself she found it looked really good. She put on her green jeans again, with a new, silk blouse and sweater, and finished with a new pair of pumps. Finally she arranged her hair in the usual bun in her neck, and looked at the result with satisfaction.

Then she went downstairs. She had breakfast at the kitchen table, and then she prepared the food for lunch. She made a small salad with Greek cheese, olives, tomatoes and cucumber and she prepared the flan. She carefully placed it in the oven to be finished when George was there. 

Coffee time. It was a sweet, sunny morning and the light in her living-room was beautiful. She put a CD into the CD player and slowly sipped her coffee listening to the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields play "The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba." Her parents used to have it on LP, and she loved listening to it on Sunday mornings in the old former rectory in the Sussex village she'd spent her first ten years in. When the sort piece ended she pressed the remote to listen to it once again.




June 4, 2011



I'm going to be using this as a diary at the request of my new well basically she'll be my girlfriend soon enough right now we'll just call her my partner in crime. I'm never gonna write back dates but I have had an interesting life sexually up to now so sometimes I may flash back when a story is relevant.

If you end up reading this and know me, never ask me to identify someone or guess at someone. Even if you know someone by description I recommend not bringing this up. I'm keeping it as anonymous as possible. But some details will no doubt shine a light one someone.

So I live in the Chicago area but grew up in southern Indiana. I don't hear much from my friends back home often. I do occasionally hear from my friend Roger. I've been job hunting since January because I wanted out of retail and quit due to stress. 

So Roger and his wife Rita were having a rockband/cookout party. I wanted to go down for it and scraped some money together for gas down. My mother was gonna give me money to come back. I hadn't seen her in about a year.

I have a bag of BDSM toys I usually have in my bedroom but something told me to bring them. I always bring some weird item I'd never need with me and always end up being glad I did. This time it would quite literally be life changing.

So I played drums most of the night nothing super sexy about that. I had a ton of beer but playing drums burned off the booze too quick and I never really got buzzed. My friend George was the only other person there that wasn't part of a couple. I figured no hookup. Oh well was having fun. So at one point my ex that I dumped in a really mean way about 4 years ago (I knew her through George) was texting with George. She didn't really know Roger and Rita. He finally asked if it was ok to tell her I was there.

I said yes.

So she texted him back that her feet were sore. Her name is Jackie.

(Flashback)

4 years before I met her at George's house. I offered her a foot massage and we ended up fucking on George's couch after he went to bed, I made her squirt for the first time and we had to flip the cushion over. Never told him. Then we went back to her place and fucked til dawn, so about 4 hours of straight fucking. No clean towels left she squirted almost every time. We dated she came up here I came down here lots of great sex but I just couldn't keep it going. Sex was great but there is a lack of chemistry on my end. So I left her a letter. :( I'm such an ass, only time I've ever done that and only time I ever will. I was a coward. I couldn't look here in the eye when I broke her heart. My handwriting is bad so I even typed it and just signed my name.

(Present)

So I was surprised she'd even talk to me let alone send a message that we both knew was code she was horny. I told him to text her my number. I had to go hang out at my moms the next day and was gonna stay the night. It occurred to me that my my goes to bed at like 7pm or so and I'd get bored anyway so I told her I'd meet her at George's after she was off work tomorrow, she works 2nd shift. She said I'm the only one that has ever treated her like she wants to be treated. I asked how was that and she said "Like a total slut."

So the night progresses and I know I'm gonna get some tomorrow and I'm content. Party continues and everyone's buzzing at least but me, George isn't drunk and Neither are Rita or her friend Penelope's husband Bob. I decide to see what would happen and I go out to my car and bring in a vicious sexual shocker I made and my new paddle I made, "The Decimator." Well those caused quite a stir but I didn't want people to know just how freaky beyond that I was.

A friend that I haven't seen in more than a decade(Tim) had is gf(Robin) there. She was all about what else I had. She was all over me and I found out they were into BDSM. Now Tim is a very soft guy and I could tell she was teaching him to be a Dom which made me laugh. They kept sneaking off to the tent outside to fuck. She wanted me to join. Problem is I don't Dom with another guy and she's fucked 2 other guys at that party in the past. I actually did consider it. She's not attractive but I'm a slut. So the night kept going and I noticed that Penelope(Pen) and Bob weren't in the same room together for long and he was almost following her. She kept trying to talk to me. I actually heard her refer to him as her hemorrhoid.

As the night wound down it was me and Rita and George and Pen chatting for a bit just shooting the shit. Rita and Roger had been having issues for a long time (he's an alcoholic and won't get help). I've talked to her before and made her think about staying together in the past. She wasn't bring that up in conversation, the reason I do is because we've had some intimate talks and I know she is at least mildly interested in BDSM. I had a feeling Pen was but was holding back. George isn't know to be a blabber mouth but secrets are best kept small.

Well eventually Bob came in to take Pen home and Roger started to hang with us. He's a funny drunk around friends but not so much when friends aren't around (more on that down the road). Eventually Rita got tired, she was getting up to make breakfast for everyone that stayed the night. Everyone pretty much went to bed or left except me George and Roger. We played a card game for a bit then I went to bed. I was thinking of jerking off because I was horny but since it was Rita and Rogers daughters bed I though best not to even if I could contain the mess. I was using my blankets. I laid there listening to Roger and George talk for about 20 min before I drifted off.

This wasn't all that sexy I know but it's necessary background for the next day. And the events of this night really did change my life.



June 5, 2011



So I wake up the next morning to my friends daughter coming into her own room. I didn't realize the kids would be back today. It's about 11am so it's late to be sleeping in. I panic. I can't remember if I've got pants on. I do, good. I roll out of bed and start to gather my stuff together. Before bed I just dragged all my stuff into the room.

I take it out to my car and I have a facebook request on my phone. From Pen. She added me and sent me a message I wish i remembered what it said it was a general greeting message with just a little bit of flirt. So I texted back and gave her my cell phone number.

I go into the kitchen and Rita is there and tells me Pen wants my cell number. This has only been about a min since I sent the message. I tell her "She's got it."

About that time I get a text from Pen. "I've talked to Rita and I know you wouldn't think less of me I want to talk to you about something when I get there."

So she gets there and sends texts back and forth a while increasingly flirty and telling me she has a Dom. She asks if I'd like to go for a walk I say "Sure." She wants to see what all is in my trunk. All my bags and stuff and she wants me to make a paddle for her Daddy and her and wants to see the one I've got. I show her and the items I've got and we talk a little more. She seems a little shy by voice. But get a text and she's willing to talk. Its getting along on time and I have to get ready to go to my moms and she says ":( My Daddy wanted you to spank my ass for him with your paddle."

This surprises me because the thing is scary to people that are used to paddles and she's not been paddled. I make sure she's sure and tell her to meet me in the basement in a bit. Her kids are with her and the entrance to the basement is through a door in the bathroom so it's not too difficult. I wait for her deciding placement and decide the stairs are best.

She comes down and we're whispering. "Half strength weakens the knees of most masochists in one swing. I'm going to do like 10%. It should be just enough to make the BDSM mark on your ass. She says ok. I warn her it's notorious for breaking the skin and shouldn't but might. I let her know she has to be quiet because the sound will travel upstairs. She nods, drops her pants and bends over.

I notice the perfect shape of her ass for paddling wishing I had a chance to do more to it and build up to this thing. I see her pussy lips puffing out the back, "yum" I think to myself.

I tell her I'm ready. I pull back and with one swing and one whack she's done. I didn't tell her then or since but since she's reading this now I saw some juices come out of her pussy right after. I so wanted to bend down and lick it but she wasn't my property. I took a pic for her Daddy.

She's bleeding and pulls up her pants sure enough no panties so little blood droplets on her ass. We go up and exit the bathroom and sit for a bit. After a while she wants a another pic because it'll show better. 

We went to the bathroom and she bent over the tub and I took it noticing her pussy lips a little more. The urge to just shove my fingers inside was so overwhelming. I controlled myself.

After that I sat and chatted for a bit with Rita, Pen, and Roger and then said my goodbyes.

Went to my moms to visit. She getting older and goes to bed early so then I went to my night time appointment.

Went to George's and Jackie was already there. I had her come out to the car so I could apologize face to face.

As we sat there I kids her neck and damn near ripped her shirt off. I rubbed her pussy and made her cum right there in my car. There were people in the parking lot and she wanted to make me cum so we straightened ourselves and walked around to the side of George's trailer.

She dropped her pants and bent over with her hands on the wall. I fucked her nice and deep at that angle it was great with her height and being bent over. As we were building up we thought we heard George's roommate's car pulling up so a couple of hard thrusts we both came. She soaked the ground under her squirting. We were wrong about the roommate but it made it so hot and made us cum so fast. We pulled up her pants and went inside to relax for an hour or so.

After a while we decided to go to her place. I walk in with my bag and drop it on the floor.

I kiss her passionately then I push her onto the couch I just about tear her pants off her while sucking her neck. Then I drop to my knees and start to eat her pussy.

She's already soaked and since I don't like going straight for the clit she was writhing for a couple minutes before I'd even get close to her cumming. I look up and she's stripped her top. She's right on the urge of cumming and I put my mouth there to receive. She squirts full blast into my mouth down the front of my face and shirt. She's soaked the blanked on her couch in the first squirt. "Do you know you're the only guy I've ever squirted with. No one else can do it." I find that odd because she's squirted every time we've had sex.

I undo my pants and she sucks my cock for a moment to maximize hardness. Then lays back and I thrust into her. I can't count the number of times she came before I did but I can tell you that I'm sure a week later the floor was still wet, it was still just as wet the next morning.

I'm drenched and sweat dripping from my head in her mouth as I fuck her. She licks her lips of it. A moment later the growling starts. It starts with a snarl and builds up. Until I sound like I'm turning into a wolf. I cum hard and collapse.

After a rest we go to her room where she puts on a show of dancing sexy in different outfits for me. I call her over and we do a 69 and it seems like she has an unending flow of fluid. She soaks me almost instantly and then gets up. She swings around for a nice ride and lines herself up to have my cock in her ass.

It takes her a moment to adjust to the size but she slides it in slowly and then starts to ride. I reach up and pinch her tits and she rides faster. After a few minutes I feel the familiar feeling she's soaking me. She ends up having 2 orgasms back to back and hits me on the chin with her squirting. This sends me over the edge and I cum deep in her ass.

I take a few minutes rest then take a shower to clean off and to bed with both of us.

This is a diary and will continue.



June and Barb



I first met Barb when I was a senior at Texas Tech University in Lubbock. It was April, the cold weather gone for good, and the party season was in full swing. Even though I didn't belong to a fraternity a friend had invited me to a Delta Omega party. I wasn't interested in going, but there wasn't anything on TV so I decided what the hell. The party was rocking when I arrived around midnight. People were standing around outside and music was blaring inside. After wandering around for a while without seeing anyone I knew, I noticed my friend coming down a flight of stairs. When Greg saw me a grin burst onto his flushed face. 

Grabbing me by the arm he steered me toward the staircase. "Dude! You have got to see this damn slut upstairs. She's fucking everything that moves."

Oh shit! I absolutely did not want to be involved in a damned gang rape. "Shit man if you guys slipped this girl something and are up there taking advantage then I'm so gonna call the cops."

"No, dude, it ain't like that. She came with this other guy and he started daring her and then she started dancing with all the guys. Hell, she ain't even drunk. She was dancing and then just jumped up on the table and said she wanted to fuck everyone at the party. Some guys took her upstairs and I'll be damned but she is doing just that. She has sucked four different girl's pussies and fucked probably a dozen guys. Even after all that she ain't slowing down."

"You sure about this? If you are hurting some girl up there I'll kick your ass so hard you'll sneeze brown for a month."

"Dude! Just come upstairs and check it out."

So I went. I figured that if it was what I feared then I would dial nine-one-one and break it up. If it was legit, then I'd always wanted to see a real-life gangbang. When we got upstairs there were guys and girls just standing around in various states of undress. The music was lower here, but everyone was talking and laughing making it as loud as downstairs. Just outside the door to the room a guy was standing with a topless blonde kneeling in front of him sucking his cock. I pushed past the fellatrix and squeezed into the crowded room. Just as Greg had promised there was the girl, completely nude, lying on a bed with a boy between her legs and a blonde girl sitting on her face. The blonde was holding the girls jet-black hair, pulling her head up to her pussy as she swayed from side to side. The writhing blonde wailed giving testament to the supine girl's skill at cunnilingus. Arching his back, the boy between the girl's legs grunted and drove his hips forward. He screwed his face up in obvious oblivion as he came.

I needed to make sure the girl was okay so I pushed closer to the bed. Before I got there the blonde girl threw her head back and let out a guttural moan as she ground down onto the girl's face. The boy between the girl's legs pulled out and, over the shoulder of a short brunette in front of me, I could see the girl's puffy pussy dripping cum down onto the bed. A guy from the other side of the bed roughly pushed the spent boy out of the way before he climbed between the girls legs and unceremoniously shoved his cock into her well used pussy. The blonde, now spent as well, limply slid from the girl's face and would have fallen off the bed if another guy hadn't caught her.

"Damn, that slut sucks pussy like a pro!" The blonde gushed, "I may turn lesbian after that."

The guy that caught her put his arm around her waist. "Come on Jackie, let me turn you back straight." He led her through the crowd toward the door but from the way Jackie looked back at the bed, I wasn't sure the guy was going to be successful in his boast. 

Pushing past the brunette I made it to the side of the bed. The girl on the bed had cum and pussy juice in her unkempt hair. Her lipstick and eye shadow was smeared and her mascara was smudged. Cum speckled her face and heaving chest. Her open full lips, caked with drying cum, looked as soft as silk. She licked the cum from around her mouth causing her lips to shine. Bright green eyes looked around the room locking with mine. I would have thought that a girl that had been used like she had would have dull eyes, just wanting the ordeal to end, but this girl's eyes were shining and as we connected she smiled. She didn't look drunk or on drugs or like she was doing anything she didn't enjoy. I bent down so that she could hear me. 

"Are you okay? Is this what you want?" I asked her.

"Fuck yeah! To both questions." She smiled.

Her obvious enthusiasm made me feel better. At least this was what she wanted. I stared at her. She was still watching me even though she was being fucked by another guy. Looking into her beautiful eyes I knew I wanted to get to know her better. She looked eminently fuckable, but I wanted to know who she was, what she liked, what kinds of books she read, everything about her. I was totally fascinated that a girl lying there getting fucked by boy after boy could still be so eager for more. 

Beside me the brunette had found Greg and was kneeling beside the bed sucking his cock. Greg looked at me and grinned, giving me a thumbs up. "Didn't I tell you? Best party ever!"

I shook my head and returned my attention to the girl on the bed. The guy between her legs was pounding her hard, shaking her entire body. She looked away from me focusing on her current lover. I gazed down at her body. Her full breasts were bouncing with each of her lover's thrusts causing enticing ripples in their soft roundness. Red bite marks decorated those breasts in random patterns. Red and distended, her nipples topped her breasts like priceless crowns. My eyes drifted lower. Her stomach was thick and firm, not fat, but not the rail thin skinny of a model either. Her tight abs weren't ripped but were flat. Letting my eyes trail lower I realized her pussy was hairless. A full rounded mons sloped down to her smooth pussy. She had large lips and I could see them stretched around the cock fucking her. As the boy pulled back they stretched out leaving his shaft slick with her juices. When he pushed in, they slid up his shaft taking his cock with ease. Her clit stood out boldly, begging to be touched, licked, and sucked. Beautiful legs wrapped around the guy in her pussy, pulling him in then loosening to allow him to withdraw. Like her torso, her legs weren't slim but athletic with taunt thighs, flawless knees, and rounded calves.

The guy between her legs grunted as he shot his load into her pussy. Another guy moved to the head of the bed and the girl smiled at his cock, not even looking up at the guy's face, before she took it into her mouth. The man between her legs stayed there for a minute or two before he was roughly pulled from the bed by others waiting to get their turn. I stood there transfixed watching as six or seven more guys and several more girls fucked this beautiful angel, coming in either her pussy or her mouth or just letting her jack them until they came. She did it all with an unbridled enthusiasm that could not have possibly been faked. This girl loved sex! 

Around two the party was breaking up and the last guy rolled off of the girl. My friend had disappeared with a red-head who had been getting fucked while she sucked the girl's breasts. The last guy stumbled from the room leaving me alone with the angel. She sat up and looked around, her eyes finally focused on me and she smiled.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" Her eyes went to my crotch where my erection was obvious. "I think you do." She giggled.

"Not here. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said in a dreamy voice, "I've wanted a gang bang for a while and now I've had one. I loved it."

"Can I help you get home?"

"Is it over?"

"Yeah, I think it's over." 

Suddenly she seemed to realize how she must look. She looked down at herself and then strained up to see her reflection in a mirror across the room. 

"Oh." She turned her head back and forth looking at different angles in the mirror. "Damn, I look sexy." 

And she did. Her tangled hair was mussed with globs of cum in it. More cum and slick pussy juice covered much of her face and dripped from her chin. Her full, round tits were covered by bite marks and cum. Sitting up with her legs splayed wide, she displayed her red, swollen pussy dripping cum onto the bed. There wasn't a single part of her that didn't look fucked. 

After studying herself in the mirror for a moment she looked around. "I should have a pair of shorts and a t-shirt around here somewhere. 

I looked around but didn't see shorts, t-shirt, bra, panties, or any other piece of women's clothes. "I don't see them."

"Oh well." She shrugged. "Hmm, I can't go back to the dorm like this. Can you take me to your place?"

I blinked. She didn't even know my name and she was asking me to take her to my place. Well, she had just fucked an entire frat party so maybe that wasn't so outrageous after all. 

"Where is your boyfriend?"

"Who?"

"The guy you came with."

"Oh!" She giggled. "He wasn't my boyfriend. He's my roommate's brother. He knew I wanted a gangbang and knew the reputation of this frat house so he brought me over. Do you know? Did he fuck me?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, I don't know."

She looked serious for a moment. "I hope not, I want to remember the first time I fuck him. He's a nice guy. So how about it, will you take me to your place?" 

I lived off campus, in a small one bedroom apartment but it was nice, not ratty like so much of the off campus housing in Lubbock. I shrugged. 

"I'll find a towel to wrap around you." I started to go for a towel but she put a hand on my arm and stopped me.

"It's okay, I'll go like this." She started to stand up and immediately fell back on the bed.

"Are you drunk?"

"No. But I have been royally fucked. My legs are weak. I don't think I can walk by myself. Will you help?"

So I did, I cradled her in my arms carrying her to the stairs. She wasn't light but I'm fit enough. Growing up on a ranch does that for you. As I carried her out of the room, one arm under her legs near her butt and the other under her arms, I could feel her pussy dripping down over my arm. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, almost making me stumble on the stairs. 

With no hint of alcohol, her mouth tasted like cum, pussy juice and peppermint as she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. I kissed her back passionately feeling her breast press into my chest. Finally she pulled away.

"You don't have to carry me. Just put your arm around me to keep me steady."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." She gave me another quick kiss.

So we walked down the stairs together; me fully clothed and her stark naked. As we reached the bottom of the stairs the few people there, a couple of girls and three guys, cheered. The girl on my arm laughed and took a bow. As we headed out the door, I expected her to try to cover herself but she just walked like she owned the sidewalk. She laughed and swung her arms as she stumbled down the sidewalk. If a cop had come by we would have both been busted but the street was empty and we made it the half-block to my pickup without being arrested. 

My pickup is a fairly tall four wheel drive with big tires. I'd tricked it out a with chrome stepsides that helped but even I had to climb to get into it. She looked up at the pickup and laughed. 

"You'll have to help me." 

I helped her step up into my truck. As she did I got my first really good look at her fantastic ass. Full, rounded cheeks with good muscles sat above her muscled thighs. It was without a doubt the best ass I had ever seen in person so I patted it as she got in. She twisted her head around and smiled at me and then finished climbing in. After I made sure she was fully in, I climbed into the driver's seat. Once I was in she scooted over to the middle, leaving a wet smear that I could see in the light from the dome. 

"I'm Ray," I said as I started the truck.

"Barbara, but everyone calls me Barb."

"Hi Barb, nice to meet you." It felt odd to introduce myself to a naked girl. I pulled away from the frat house and headed down ninth street toward University Avenue. My apartment was near Clapp Park on thirty-ninth.

"So why didn't you fuck me? I could have used another cock and it looks like you have a good one." She reached over and grabbed my crotch.

"I didn't want to be just another cock to you." 

She looked up at me with a strange smile on her lips. "Oh? So you wanted to be my hero, swooping in to rescue me and earn my undying love?"

"Nothing like that, but I do want to get to know you better."

That earned me a serious look. "Really? I mean I could understand that if you'd met me in physics class or even in the SUB, but most guys don't want to get to know a girl they just watched have a gang bang. They just want to get their rocks off and then disappear."

"I'm not most guys."

"Hmm, maybe not, but you are taking a completely naked girl you've never met before to your home. I hope you know you aren't going to get through the night without fucking my brains out."

Now I laughed. "Are you sure you are up for that?"

She laughed and then smiled at me. "I'm always up for a good fuck." She gave my cock a squeeze through my pants. "And I think we are going to have a very good fuck."

This girl took my breath away. I have always been a sucker for wild girls, party girls, whatever you want to call them. My first serious girlfriend was a stripper. Four years older than me, Cathy had taught me a lot about sex before I ever graduated high school. Then she had moved on. I didn't blame her she wanted to see the world, not be held back by a love struck boy. But I had never forgotten her and a part of me still loved her. I just wasn't sure how I was going to convince Barb that I was interested in more than sex with her. 

University Avenue is a big street but my truck was tall enough and traffic was light enough that I didn't think people could see Barb. That is until we pulled up next to a car full of college guys. Barb quickly scooted over, lowered her window, and hung out of it to have a conversation with them. Her breasts were hanging out the window letting everyone up and down the street see them. She laughed and joked with the guys in the car until the light changed. As we drove on down the street she pulled back inside and scooted back over to me.

"I'm making a mess on your seat."

"It's leather. It'll clean up." 

"You didn't mind me talking to those boys?"

"Why should I?" 

Barb grabbed my face and kissed me. "God you are the sexiest man I've ever met. I can't wait to suck your cock." She proved her words by unzipping my fly and taking my quickly hardening dick into her mouth. She didn't rush. Instead she took her time licking around the head over and over again before taking another inch between her lips. 

By the time we pulled into my parking spot in front of my apartment she had worked her way all the way down my shaft and my cockhead was deep down her throat. She definitely knew how to suck a cock. Once she had my knob down into her throat, she swallowed over and over. It was heavenly and I leaned my head back and began to groan. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"Barb, I'm gonna cum. Oh damn, that is so good."

She pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me. "Cum in my mouth, Ray. I want to taste your cum." She immediately went back down on me, but she only took my knob into her mouth.

The intense sensation of her tongue swirling around the head of my cock brought me to the edge and I felt my balls tighten. My cock swelled and then my orgasm exploded and I began to ejaculate into Barb's mouth. Watching this sweet angel fucking a series of men and women had kept me horny all night and my load was as big as any I'd ever had. I watched as Barb swallowed again and again and still my cum leaked out of her mouth dripping down the shaft of my cock.

After I had shot the last of my load into Barb's mouth, she swallowed one last time and then licked the cum from my shaft and balls. She sat up with a big smile on her beautiful face. "Mmm. Your cum is delightful and you gave me such a big load. I like guys that can fill my belly." She laughed. "Are we ready to go in?"

Her laugh was infectious and I laughed with her. "Yeah." I tucked my cock back into my pants.

"Coward." She laughed again.

I just nodded. Climbing out of my pickup, I walked to the other side and opened her door. Barb turned in the seat to face me, spread her legs giving me another great beaver shot, and then leapt out of the pickup onto me. As I caught her she wrapped her legs around me. Pressing her lips to mine, she kissed me deeply. That girl could kiss. Our tongues played together for a long moment before she pulled back. Once the kiss ended I sat her down on the sidewalk and she strutted, bare naked, beside me as I walked her to the door. I had never met a girl as open, free, and happy as Barb. More than my cock was becoming infatuated with her.

I mentally chastised myself. Girls like this don't fall in love with guys like me. Hell they don't fall in love period, at least not until they settle down. I wondered if Barb could love me or would she just play with me for a while and then disappear. Either way, I knew I was willing to take whatever she would give me, even if it was just one night.

At the door to my apartment, Barb spun and put her back to the wall stretching her hands up above her head as she waited for me to work the lock. A car drove through the parking lot just as I got the door open and I was sure they saw her in all her glory. She seemed happy with it. I think she even stalled a little to make sure they saw her. I just had to smile. 

Inside my apartment she looked around. It only had three rooms with the kitchen, dining room, and living room all sharing the same space. There was a bedroom and a bathroom to make up the three rooms. The living area was tidy with one notable exception. A part of my porn collection was out with the "Big Cocks Bigger Tits" DVD sitting out on my coffee table in front of the TV. I'd forgotten that Tom had been there earlier. He loves big tits and he comes over mainly to watch porn. Of course that was the first thing Barb saw. I grimaced as she picked it up.

"Wow! I have this DVD. I love it!"

That wasn't the reaction I'd expected. 

She sat the DVD down and picked up the next one. "Mellon Tits," she laughed. "I guess you're a tit man."

"Mmm, a little, but my buddy Tom picked those out." I walked over to the rack by the TV and pulled out "Gangbang Sluts 1." I handed it to her with a shameless grin. "This is more my style."

She took the DVD and looked at it. "Fuck me! I've been trying to find this. It's a fucking classic. I have three and four but I want one and two to make my collection complete." She handed it back to me reverently. "I want to watch it with you later, but right now I really want to take a shower. All this cum is drying and getting itchy."

I led her to the bathroom and started to turn on the shower for her. She stopped me. "I have to pee and brush my teeth first." I started to leave, expecting her to want privacy, but she sat right down on the commode with her legs splayed wide and a huge amount of cum gushed from her pussy. 

"Whew," she sighed, "I love having my pussy full of cum, but that feels so much better." Barb noticed my startled look and laughed. "Oh! You didn't expect me to do that did you? Were you hoping to eat my cream pie?"

"No. To both questions." I grinned at her. There really wasn't a need to leave after that so I slid my shirt over the top of my head to the sound Barb urinating. As my shirt came off I could see the stream coming out of her pussy. I've never thought of pissing as erotic, but with her it was. 




June and Barb



Barb finished peeing and wiped her pussy. Then she stood up. "Do you have a toothbrush? I need to brush my teeth." 

I got my toothbrush and toothpaste out of the cabinet and gave them to her. "I've used the toothbrush. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't if you don't."

I finished undressing as she brushed her teeth. She was fastidious; making sure that she gave each tooth the same number of strokes. She could have been in a video teaching children the correct way to brush, except that she was totally naked and sexy as hell. I watched her ass jiggle and sway, mesmerized by the beautiful roundness. When she finished brushing she turned around and stood there smiling at me. I had stopped undressing with my pants halfway down. I realized how I must look and I blushed and quickly pushed my pants the rest of the way off. 

Barb smiled at me. "It's okay. I really like having men look at my ass." 

The bathroom was small and she was right in front of me as I stood up, still in my boxers. She knelt in front of me and pulled my boxers down to the floor in a single motion. My cock, still simi-flacid so soon after Barb's exquisite blow job, sprang up to half-mast and Barb leaned forward and gave it a kiss right on the tip. "God, you have a beautiful cock."

"I bet you say that to all the boys."

Barb grinned up at me. "Most of them, yeah. There is this one guy, his cock is ugly. It has a wart right here." She touched my cock about an inch down from the knob. "And it is hairy. I'm glad your cock isn't hairy. I love sucking cock, but I hate getting pubic hair in my mouth."

I wasn't sure if she was just messing with me or if she was serious.

She stood and I watched her perfect ass as she reached into the tub and turned the shower on. Once she had the water adjusted like she wanted it, she stepped into the tub and I followed. In the shower I used a wash cloth to gently scrub her shoulders and arms and then she turned around and I carefully washed her back. I knelt down and carefully buffed her legs, cleaning all of the cum from them. Moving up her thighs, I gently washed her pussy and ass. The cum around her pussy was dried and I had to scrub a little to get it to come off. She seemed to enjoy that and as I scrubbed I used my other hand to gently massage her pussy and clit eliciting small mewing moans from her. 

Once she was clean I leaned in and kissed her pussy lightly which earned me a giggle. I stood up and got my shampoo and gently massaged it into her luxurious hair. Her hair was coal black and long enough to reach her shoulders. It was styled in a long pageboy cut. On her it was very cute. I took my time washing her hair and as I did she turned to face me and put her arms around my waist. Pressing herself into me, she tipped her head back so that I could continue to wash her hair. 

I felt her full breasts pressing into me. Her hard nipples were poking out and brushing my chest as she swayed softly in rhythm with my fingers in her hair. As I gently worked her scalp, she didn't say anything just hummed softly. I rinsed her hair carefully but I didn't want this to end so I picked up the shampoo for a second round. Barb didn't stop me. I looked down and saw that her eyes were closed but she had a sultry smile on her lips. Gently pushing her head back a little I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. At first it was just a kiss but then her lips parted a little allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth. The kiss became more passionate and I dropped one hand from her hair onto her ass. It felt as wonderful as it looked. Barb held my butt with one hand and the other slid to my front and began slowly massaging my cock. We kissed like that for several minutes and then I pulled back away from her and rinsed her hair again. 

"Are you ready to get out?" I asked when I'd finished her hair. 

"Yes, I want to get this beautiful cock into my pussy." She giggled and then jumped from the tub, leaving me to turn the water off. 

By the time I stepped out of the shower she had the towel from the rack and had started drying her hair. I got another towel from the cabinet and started drying myself off, but Barb stopped me. 

"Let's dry each other off." 

And so we did, both of us gently buffing the other until we were dry. She spent a little extra time toweling my cock and balls and I in turn took my time drying her breasts and ass. Once we were both dry I led her to the bedroom. I picked her up and put her in the bed and then climbed up beside her.

"If we do this, will you respect me in the morning?" I joked.

"Hmm, only if you fuck me as good as you wash hair." She laughed and then she pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. She reached between her legs and guided my cock to her slit, taking just the head into her pussy. "Do you want me?"

Her pussy felt amazing around the head of my cock and I groaned a soft "Yes, fuck yes."

She pushed down another inch and then stopped again. "Are you sure you want me? I'm not too slutty for you am I?"

"God yes I want you. Please don't tease me. I want to be inside you, now."

She pushed down farther and when she slowed I grabbed her hips and pushed down hard as I thrust up. My cock pushed all the way into her and her eyes widened at the sudden invasion. I am sure I wasn't the biggest man she'd ever had but she shrieked in delight as I filled her.

"Oh, damn, fuck, yeah!" She spat. "God your cock fills me up so good. Fuck me Ray, fuck me good." With that she started bouncing on my cock in time with my thrusts. I slid my hands from her hips up to her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs as my hands cupped her softness. We fucked like that for a long time and then she rolled off me and spread her legs. 

"Get on top and fuck me good. I'm too tired to keep that up any longer." Barb grinned over at me.

I moved between her legs and thrust my cock back into her sex with a single deep stroke. She grunted and reached up and grabbed my shoulders as she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in deep.

"Did you like watching me fuck all those guys?" Barb looked into my eyes as we fucked.

"Yes. And the girls too. You were so sexy."

"I saw you early in the evening. Right after Jackie got off my face. You asked me if I was okay, if I wanted the gangbang. You were so serious and intent on watching me and I could see your cock was hard inside your pants, but you just stood and watched. Everyone else just saw a slut, but you saw me as a person. I like being a slut but I loved being a woman to you. I hoped you would be there at the end." She pulled me down and kissed me hard, our tongues entwining, dancing, and loving each other. She broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. "Do you believe two people can be made for each other?"

"I do." I was thrusting harder and thinking that this was the strangest sex talk I'd ever had, but then I'd never met a girl like Barb before either.

"I do too." She pulled me back down and we kissed again. 

After that she was quiet and we just fucked for the longest time. Barb's breathing began to get more rapid and I felt her pussy clench my cock. I could tell she was getting close so I began to work on her nipples with my fingers, pulling them and rubbing them. The rising spasms in her pussy started my own orgasm and I felt my balls clench as I built toward it. 

Barb felt it too and she broke her silence. "Do it Ray, cum in my pussy. I'm so close. Make me cum as you fill my pussy with your seed. God, I love your cock. Cum inside me, lover. Fill me up."

My cock swelled inside her. She arched her back and moaned, thrusting up to me as I pushed down into her. Her hands clenched my shoulders, scratching me as her whole body stiffened. I felt my cum explode into her over and over again. No girl had ever made me cum so hard and all I wanted at that moment was to never stop fucking her.

As our orgasms subsided together I rolled off and lay beside her. She rolled toward me and I put my arm around her, holding her tight to my chest. I could smell her hair and the wonderful scent of her body mixed with the earthy smell of our combined sex. I gently kissed her forehead and she snuggled up tighter to me. 

We lay like that for a few moments before I realized that Barb was sound asleep. I spent the night holding her and genuinely falling in love with her as she slept.

When I woke up, the sun was already up. Growing up on the ranch, I generally had chores to do before school so I got into the habit of getting up early. My clock by the bed said almost eight. Good thing it was Sunday. I gently eased my arm out from under Barb and slipped from the bed. After brushing my teeth as quietly as I could I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, slipped my boots on and tiptoed from the bedroom.

There were a few dirty dishes in the sink so I washed and put them away. Once I had finished cleaning up, I looked in my cabinets and fridge. I had milk, eggs and bacon in the fridge and the other ingredients in the cabinets so I made a batch of pancakes and some bacon. As I slipped the last pancake from the pan and onto a plate I felt someone watching me and turned to see Barb, buck naked, leaning on the bedroom doorframe. God, she was beautiful and sexy and just fucking perfect. 

I smiled at her. "You hungry?"

"I wasn't until I smelled that wonderful bacon. Now I'm fucking ravenous."

I took the pancakes and bacon to the small table along with syrup and butter.

"Can we watch "Gangbang Sluts 1" while we eat? She asked.

"Sure," I shrugged. I had never watched hard core porn while I ate before, but what the hell?

I put three pancakes and half the bacon on a plate, buttered the cakes and then squirted them with a generous amount of syrup. After handing the plate to Barb, who gave me a big smile, I fixed my own. "Do you like OJ or would you rather have a coke." 

"OJ is great!"

I poured our drinks and then joined her on the couch. Barb had turned on the DVD and the FBI warning was just ending when I sat down. Gangbang sluts is not really a movie. It's more a collection of gangbang scenes without any pretext of plot, dialog, or acting. It's just raw sex which is one of the things I liked about it. Oh, it does take about sixty seconds to set up each scene, but that is all. As we ate, the first girl, a huge titted brunette beauty with a large hairy pussy took on four men at once. The guys were the prototypical porn stars with tattoos, piercings, and of course big cocks.

Around a large bite of pancakes, Barb teased me, "Would you like to see me fuck those four guys? I bet I could make them cum faster than she does."

"I bet you could too." She certainly had made her boys cum quickly last night.

"So would you?" She didn't want to let me off the hook.

I took a big bite of bacon and then grinned at her while I chewed. She just sat there, her eyes going back and forth from the screen to me. I finally had to swallow and she looked at me expectantly. 

"Yeah, I'd love to watch you fuck those guys."

Barb laughed and then took another bite. With her mouth full she mumbled. "I'd like to see you fuck that girl too."

I could just barely make out the words and I raised my eyebrows.

After she swallowed she looked at me. "I'd love to eat your cum from her pussy. Would you like to watch me eat your cream pie?"

I'd never thought of breakfast as being particularly erotic, but this was turning me on so much my cock was getting uncomfortable inside my jeans. "Damn, Barb, you may make me cum on my pancakes." I joked.

"Mmm, that might be the only thing that would make them better. You cook good. Not as good as you fuck or wash hair, but almost." With that she sat her fork on her empty plate. I still had half my food left. Barb reached over and took my fork from my hand and sat it on my plate on the coffee table. "You can eat later. This movie has made my pussy all wet. Get out of those jeans and let's fuck."

How could I turn that down? I stood up and kicked my boots off. Jeans and t-shirt followed and then I pulled my boxers down and off.

"Sit down and I'll ride you." Barb had eaten three bites of my pancakes and the rest of my bacon as I undressed. I guess taking on a gang bang and then fucking me half the night had given her a good appetite. 

After I sat down, Barb moved to sit on my cock. She faced the TV and used her hand to guide my pole between her lips. She didn't go slow at all, she just sat down hard and began to bounce. She hadn't been joking, her pussy was slick with her juices and steaming. I reached around her and mauled her breasts as I thrust up into her. The scene on the TV changed to a blonde with small tits and a nearly perfect ass with a line of men fucking her one at a time.

"Oh, shit, she's pulling a train. God, I want to pull a train. The gangbang last night was wonderful and now I want to have men line up to fuck me. God, your cock feels so good inside me. Would you like to see me pull a train?"

"Fuck yes. That would be incredible."

"Would you fuck me first and last? I want you to fuck me first and last. I want all the other guys to fuck my pussy with your cum already in it and then have you take me at the end and finish up the train. Would you do that for me?"

I was having a hard time not cumming but I held back. "Yes babe I would fuck you first and last and I would hold your hand while each man loaded up your pussy."

"Oh shit yes." Barb grunted and I felt her pussy clench around my cock. "God, I could fuck twenty men while you held my hand and watched cock after cock cum in my pussy." Her stomach clenched and I knew her orgasm was coming but she was fighting it, making it grow before she allowed it to take her. 

I pulled her back to me and kissed her neck. "We could invite a few girls too and have you suck their pussies while the men fucked you."

"You like to watch me eat pussy don't you?"

"Fuck yes. You like to have me watch you fuck, don't you?" I turned the question on her.

"God yes, I've always wanted a man who wanted to watch me fuck and who would fuck me after the party. You could fuck the girls before they sat on my face that way I could eat your cum from them."

"I'm not sure I could cum that many times." I kissed her neck again and she leaned her head to the side to give me more room.

"You could watching me fuck. You'd get hard again for me, baby."

"I do love watching you get fucked."

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming." She pushed down on me hard and I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as she arched her back and moaned.

As she came I let go and my balls throbbed as I pumped my load into her. Barb tried to say something but it just came out as a guttural moan. I shot my final spurt and then held her on my cock for a minute more. I have always loved the feeling of my cock softening while still in a hot pussy and with Barb the feeling was even more incredible. She leaned back against me and turned her head so that we could kiss. As our tongues entwined, I dropped a hand between her legs and gently caressed her clit. She moaned into my mouth and shivered through the end of her climax. Finally she sat up and then slipped off my lap. She turned around and immediately dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. 

She smiled up at me as she licked my flaccid member clean. When she finished she stood up in front of me and I saw my cum seeping from her pussy. I have never eaten a cream pie and I'm not at all gay but she had just licked her pussy off my cock. I reached forward and pulled her forward.

"Come up here." I grinned at her.

Her eyes widened as she realized what I intended. "Are you sure? Last night you said..." It seemed that while she had no barriers she understood that others did. 

"I'm sure." I said and then held her hand as she stepped onto the couch. 

I guided her forward with a leg on either side of my hips. Then I pulled her pussy to my mouth and licked her. The taste was bitter, salty, and sweet all at the same time. I slid my tongue from the bottom of her pussy, slowly dragging it up her slit and between her puffy lips. As her lips parted I pushed my tongue deep into her and sucked on her hole. She gasped above me and her hands grabbed the back of my head forcing my mouth tighter into her pussy.

"Oh, Ray, suck my pussy. Suck your cum out of my pussy. God you are dirty. Fuck me with your tongue. Fuck I think I love you." Suddenly she got quiet and then she pushed away from me. "I'm sorry, Ray. I shouldn't have said that."

At first I was confused. I didn't know what she'd said that she thought was wrong. Then it hit me and I smiled at her. She stepped off the couch, her face absolutely serious. I stood up in front of her and took her in my arms. She looked up at me and I looked down at her. She started to say something, but I put a finger on her lips to quiet her.

"Shush." I whispered. On the TV the blonde girl was chanting "Fuck" over and over again as she faked an orgasm. "I have loved you since the moment I saw your face." I shushed her again as she started to talk. "It doesn't matter if you meant it or not, I'll take it."

"There is more to me than just sex. Most guys don't believe it, but there is."

"I know."

"But I do love sex and I don't think I could ever be monogamous."

"I wouldn't dream of asking you to be anything but what you are."

"Wouldn't you be embarrassed to be with a girl that has been with so many people? A girl that everyone knew was fucking around on you?"

"No. I would be proud to be with you."

She reached down and stroked my soft cock. "I've had a lot of guys say that when they were hard and wanting to fuck. I think you are the first to say it with a soft cock."

"I won't be soft long if you keep that up."

Barb put her other arm around me in a loving embrace. "I don't want you to be my cuckold. I never want to humiliate you or hurt you in any way."

"I don't want to be your cuckold. You may fuck other people and so may I, but that is what it will be. Just fucking."

"I've been fucking people for a long time but I've only ever loved one. I don't know if I love you. I don't know if I know what love is. But I do know I feel something more for you than I have ever felt for any man before. I don't want to lose you." A tear formed in the corner of her beautiful eye causing the perfect green of her iris to sparkle.

I gently took her chin in my hand and turned her face up. I bent my head down and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a kiss of love, not passion, and she melted into my arms. Behind us we could hear a new scene starting and I knew without looking that it was a full bodied red-head in a classic airtight scene with a cock in her mouth, pussy and ass. It was one of my favorite scenes and I'd jacked off to it more times than I could count but I didn't break the kiss. I held Barb in my arms and she released my cock and wrapped both arms around me. She held me desperately, pressing her body into mine as we kissed. The contact was having an effect on me but I resisted, knowing that right at that moment something wonderful was happening between us and I needed to let it happen. The airtight scene was more than half over before she released me and stepped back. Her eyes were bright again and she laughed, but this time her laugh was more sincere, more satisfied than before. 

She spun around toward the TV. "Fuck! I missed most of this scene."

"We can run it back," I said, picking up the remote. I skipped back until the start of the scene came up and then we sat down on the couch, both stark naked, and watched the red-head go airtight. 

"I've done that." Barb said. 

"What was it like?"

"Oh, I loved it. It is an incredible feeling having three cocks in you at once."

"Mmm, I don't think I'd like that."




June and Barb



She laughed. "Would you like to have a cock in you at all? I know a guy who wants to fuck another guy."

"No thanks!"

Barb laughed and she beamed at me. "But you will eat your cum from my pussy."

"Yeah, but that was your pussy. I'd never do that for anyone else."

"Mmm, I like that. Something that is just mine." She snuggled up to me and I put my arm around her. 

We watched the rest of the DVD sitting like that. Occasionally Barb would reach over and stroke my cock. I was erect through the entire last two scenes but she and I were sharing a special moment and I didn't want to risk ruining it. I did play with her though. I cupped her breast and during one scene I slipped two fingers into her sopping pussy. 

As the DVD ended and started rolling credits Barb turned to me. "Can I borrow your phone? I need to call my roommate and let her know where I am. I'll get her to bring me some clothes."

As she used my cell phone, I picked up the plates and took them to the sink. I quickly washed the dirty dishes and then put them up. It really seemed very weird to me to be washing dishes in the nude, but I didn't see any reason to get dressed. After cleaning up, I returned to Barb on the couch. 

Barb held the phone out from me. "Can you tell June what your address is?"

"Sure." I took the phone. "This is Ray."

"First things first, if you are an asshole who is out to hurt Barb I'll cut your nuts off right below your fucking ears."

"Okay." I mean just how the fuck do you respond to that.

"Okay? Just Okay?"

"Look, Barb is a wonderful girl. I get your protectiveness and I'm glad she has a friend looking out for her." Barb was watching me with a mischievous smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. I smiled back at her. "I didn't take her to that party. I took her home."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Yes."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "Well, at least you are honest. So now what?"

"I think I was supposed to give you my address. Sixty-two twenty one thirty-ninth street. Over by Clapp Park."

"I'll bring her some clothes and take her home."

"I thought maybe we could go get lunch later. My treat."

There was another long pause. "She said you made her pancakes."

"Yeah, she seemed to like them." I smiled down at Barb who seemed completely comfortable just letting me get grilled by her roommate.

"And you want to take us out to lunch?"

"I'd like to get to know Barb better."

"Are you for real? Are you some kind of weird pervert?"

"Yeah, probably, but I'm a decent guy despite that." That got me a laugh.

"Well, you have to be a pervert to love Barb, so I must be a pervert too. I'll be there in thirty minutes but don't think we are all chummy yet." 

"Thanks. I'm in apartment one-sixteen. You need to park away from the building or the landlord will freak out."

"Got it." She hung up.

"She said she'll be here in thirty minutes. Want to go get cleaned up? We can take a shower together if you want."

Barb looked up at me. On the couch, she was sitting crisscross style which put her pussy on full display and I could see the remnants of my cum dripping from her sex down onto the seat cushions. The bite marks had faded from her breasts but her nipples were still standing at attention. Our eyes locked and her smile never faded. 

"I'd love to take another shower with you. We'll have to make it quick. June will probably be early and I want you to make a good impression on her."

"I'm not sure that is going to happen, but I hope she can grow to like me." I held out my hand and led her to the bathroom. We took a quick shower, cleaning each other but not lingering and then we dried each other off quickly. 

Barb and I went into the bedroom and as I dug through my closet for a clean pair of blue jeans I turned to Barb. "Would you like one of my shirts? It'll be like a dress on you." 

With a smile on her face, Barb looked at me and raised her arms out to the sides. "Don't you like me this way?"

"I love you that way."

Before I could say more, Barb spoke up. "Then I'll stay this way as long as I can."

"I hope you don't mind if I dress before your roommate shows up."

"That would probably be best. I wouldn't want her to cream herself before she got through the door."

I had to laugh at that. Dressing quickly, I had just pulled a clean shirt over my head when I heard a knock on the door. Twenty minutes. Barb was right, June was early. I gave Barb a kiss and a pat on her bare ass and then went to the door. 

I opened the front door to a stocky girl with large breasts and a plain face with her hands on her hips. A small luggage case was sitting beside her.

"June?" I asked.

"Ray?" She didn't smile but she did look me up and down.

"Yeah, come on in. Barb is in the bedroom."

"Um, no, she isn't." June looked past me and I turned to find Barb standing a few feet behind me, still completely nude. 

"Oh." I felt stupid and awkward around June, like a boy meeting his prom dates father for the first time. "I offered her a shirt." I sounded lame, even to myself.

June stepped inside and after retrieving the case I closed the door behind her. For a moment it was uncomfortable but then June went to Barb and gave her a hug. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Ray was a perfect gentleman."

"I bet." June never took her eyes off of Barb. "I'm gonna gut my dumbass brother for taking you to that party. Everyone at school is talking about it."

Barb shrugged. "I had fun."

"Barb, you have to tone it down. They could kick you out of school."

"I wasn't on campus. What I do on my own time is my business."

"The RA is furious. She says she's going to write you up and kick you out of the dorm."

Defiantly Barb set her jaw. "Then I'll move in with Ray." 

June rounded on me. "What?"

"She'll be welcome here." Really! I just offered to let a girl I'd known less than twenty-four hours move in with me? Shit, what was I doing? I didn't back down under Junes glare.

"Don't fucking encourage her! She is bad enough already." June turned back to Barb. "Oh, babe! I'm worried about you. You don't know what you are doing." June gave Barb a long hug and then the two kissed. Not a friendly kiss but the kiss of two lovers and a light went off for me. I felt stupid for not seeing it before. Of course if someone knew Barb they would most likely be her lover. I picked up the luggage case and left the two girls alone as I took it to the bedroom. I smoothed the bedcovers out flat and then set the case on the bed. I peeked into the living room where the two girls were still making out and then busied myself doing nothing.

A few minutes later Barb called out to me. "You can come out now. We have made up."

Holding her hand out, June gave me an appraising look. "I'm June."

"Ray." I said, even though we had kind of introduced ourselves at the door. I figured this was June's way of starting over. Taking her hand I brought it up to my mouth and kissed the back gently. 

June was several inches taller than Barb and heavier. Her face wasn't pretty, but it wasn't bad either. Her brown eyes held compassion and, when she looked at Barb, love. Pouty lips below a cute nose sat above a strong chin. Her mousy brown hair was cut short on the sides, almost as short as mine, and spiked on top. Her ears were pierced with four studs in her left ear and six in her right. She had full hips and stout legs inside a pair of torn blue jeans. The jeans were not tight, but they weren't baggy either, just comfortable looking. The T-shirt she wore had the AC/DC dirty deeds album cover on the front and was tight around her breasts. I could see her nipples poking out through them. Her makeout session with Barb must have turned her on.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked June giving her my best winning smile.

June gave an awkward laugh and looked at Barb. I got it immediately. Me asking her if she would like something to drink with Barb standing beside her completely nude was kind of odd. 

I laughed too. "You kinda get used to it after a while." 

It was apparent that June hadn't reached that point yet. At least not with a guy in the room. "What do you have?" She asked.

I listed out what I had. It was a short list, and June settled for a coke. The three of us moved to the living area and June and Barb took the couch leaving me to sit in a borrowed dining room chair. It started out feeling strange with Barb sitting there buck naked and June and her holding hands and touching each other lovingly, but we all relaxed quickly as we talked. I learned that Barb was a biology major with a strong three point eight GPA. That impressed me.

"I do study sometimes." She laughed.

"Yeah, but usually you have a vibrator between your legs when you do." June chimed in.

"It helps me relax."

"Yeah, but it drives the librarian nuts. She keeps looking for what is making that buzzing noise."

"Someday, I'll let her find it." Barb grinned. "She needs a good cum to loosen her up anyway."

The conversation continued and turned to June. June was a computer science major. Both girls were freshmen but had known each other for years. Barb openly shared that they had become lovers in high school and specifically asked to be roommates at college.

June looked somber, "No one ever suspected me of being Barb's lover. She had such a wild reputation and I was the good girl. I didn't have spikes or my studs then. Isn't it funny how a hairstyle and jewelry can change people's opinion of you?" She leaned over and kissed Barb, letting her hand slide up between her lover's spread legs. Then she pulled back, blushing slightly. "Barb has an interesting effect on people. Everyone loosens up around her."

"It's 'cause I'm so friendly."

"That you are." June laughed at her lover. 

As I got to know June, I really started liking her. She was funny and witty. June wasn't the kind of girl that would get asked out by a lot of boys and I could tell that sometimes hurt her, but she didn't dwell on it or let it change who she was. If the right man ever saw past the plain face, too casual clothes, and the lesbian pretext he was going to get a hell of a girlfriend. 

"So, you met Barb at the party?" June's question startled me back into the conversation.

"Well, kinda." I replied.

"He watched me fucking all night and then gallantly took me home and fucked my brains out. He was the best fuck of the night."

"You watched her?" June looked at me suspiciously. "You didn't join in?"

"You are going to think this is corny, but Barb was so beautiful lying on the bed that I didn't want to join in and just be another cock to her. So I waited and made sure I was the last man in the room." I kept my eyes locked with June's and she never looked away.

She just studied me for a moment. "Then what?"

"Then he picked me up and carried me downstairs and out to his magnificent pickup truck." Barb laughed. "He said he liked watching me fuck. I thought that was so sweet."

"You liked watching her fuck?" June starred at me.

"It was erotic." I was enjoying the game we were playing. 

Barb smiled as she looked at June and then to me. "Ray, would you like to watch me fuck June?"

June looked at Barb and gave her a stern look.

Barb giggled. "Oh, come on June, look at your nips. You want it and you know it. Loosen up. We'll have a little fun and then go get lunch." She jumped up from the couch and practically dragged June toward the bedroom.

"You sexpot. Don't you ever stop?" June fussed but she followed Barb without much resistance. 

I trailed behind them. I wasn't sure of what my role in this was going to be. Was I just a voyeur or would I be invited to participate? If the latter, was June off limits? Stopping just inside the door, I watched as the two girls climbed on my bed. Barb, still nude, and June, fully clothed, knelt in the center of the bed and kissed. The kiss was gentle, but still held passion. Barb was turned mostly toward me with June between her and me. As she slipped her hand down over June's full butt, she cupped it and squeezed.

June suddenly pulled back. "I can't. God, I want to, but I can't."

Barb smiled at her. She wouldn't have had any trouble fucking anyone in front of a total stranger, but she was smart and sensitive enough to immediately understand her girlfriend's discomfort. 

"It's okay, June. Would it help if Ray went in the other room?"

June nodded, "I'm sorry, Barb."

Barb looked at me and I gave her a smile and closed the door behind me as I backed into the living room. I busied myself re-sorting my porn collection into the DVD tower beside my television. I keep it sorted by category. When you need a good porn flick the last thing you want to do is have to search for just the right one. After that I tidied the living area, including the kitchen. I made a short grocery list. I stood staring at the bedroom door. Damn, it was tough trying to keep myself busy while knowing that the woman I was meant to spend my life with was in my bedroom having sex with another woman and I wasn't watching. 

It was almost noon when the door to the bedroom opened. Barb stood in the doorway and there were new bite marks on her breasts.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Does June want me to?" I desperately wanted to join them but didn't want to intrude.

"Yes. It meant a lot to her that you were cool about her and I being alone together."

I entered the bedroom behind Barb and found June lying on my bed under the sheet. Her clothes; jeans, t-shirt, panties, and a huge bra, lay scattered on the floor. I smiled at June, keeping eye contact even though I wanted to get a glimpse of the tits that filled up that bra. 

"Are you okay with this, June?"

She huffed and turned bright red. "Yes, but you have to promise me that you will never tell anyone about this."

I kept myself from smiling. "I promise. No one will hear anything from me."

Barb took my hand and leaned close to me. "June hasn't fucked many men."

"Barb!" June turned even brighter red.

"What? You haven't. How many men have you fucked? Ten? Twenty?"

"Two." 

Barb turned back to me. "See, practically a virgin, so be gentle. Now get out of those clothes." With that she slipped under the sheet and snuggled up to June. 

June's eyes were locked on me as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Barb tells me you have a beautiful cock."

"She told me that too. I don't know what that even means." I undid my belt and dropped my jeans.

"It means your cock is beautiful." Barb laughed. They were holding each other but both were watching me undress.

It was kind of unnerving having two girls watch me strip, but I just hooked my fingers into my boxers and slid them down. I stepped out of them and then looked at June. Her eyes were locked on my cock. I was at least three-quarters erect but I wasn't fully hard.

"Come get in between us," Barb said while she scooted over. She patted the bed between them.

I moved to the side of the bed and picked up one corner of the sheet. "Do we need this?" I was looking at June.

She swallowed hard. "No. I guess not." Her eyes never left my cock. "You are only the third cock I've ever seen, but I Barb is right."

She'd just called me a cock. Well, I'd been called worse by people I liked less so I shrugged her faux pax off and pulled the sheet back and off the bed.

June lay on the bed, nude. Her breasts were big. Not as big as some of the porn stars in my collection, but bigger than any I had played with in real life. Her areolas were large and dark and thick short nipples poked up from the center. Her belly was full and soft and sloped down toward a full bush of wild brown pubic hair. With her legs held together, I couldn't see her pussy, but I figured I'd get a chance before long. I climbed on the bed and crawled between the girls. 

Barb quickly rolled me over onto my back and then kissed me. My God that girl could kiss. My cock sprang up to full mast while our tongues played with each other. 

Pulling back, Barb looked at June. "Your turn. He's a great kisser. Come on." 

I smiled over at June. She looked nervous so I turned toward her, pushing myself up on one arm while my other hand turned her face slightly so that our lips would line up. I kissed June softly, taking it slow and letting her control the pace. She seemed tentative at first but then opened her mouth a little. I let my tongue touch her lips but didn't force it into her mouth. I tasted her lips and Barb's familiar nectar was there. I found it very erotic to know I was kissing a woman who had eaten Barb's pussy recently enough that I could still taste her juice on her lips. 

Behind me Barb snuggled into my back and reached around to stroke my cock. "Touch her. Her tits are so wonderful and soft. She likes to have her nipples touched." Barb whispered into my ear.

It was erotic to have Barb talking dirty to me while I kissed her girlfriend, but a little disconcerting as well. I moved my hand from June's face to her stomach, avoiding her breasts. If this was going to happen, I needed June to guide this, not Barb.  

June parted her lips more and her tongue hesitantly touched my lips. I let her lick my lips and then touched her tongue with mine. I didn't push my tongue into her mouth or move it. I simply let it touch hers and then pulled it back. She pushed forward, her tongue entering my mouth. I sucked gently on her, pulling her tongue farther into my mouth and letting mine slid against it. 

Under my hand, June's stomach was rising and falling more rapidly. Barb was still stroking me and I could feel her breasts pressed into my back. She began to kiss the back of my neck. I had to concentrate on June or I would have cum right then and there. I managed to hold back though. June's kiss became more passionate. Her hand came up to mine on her stomach. She took my hand and moved it up to her breast. 

Full, soft, and absolutely wonderful, June's breasts were much larger than my hand. I gently cupped her and caressed her soft flesh. I'm not just a tit man, but June's were magnificent and I was dying to suck them, but I continued to go slow. As June and I continued our kiss, I slipped my thumb up to gently rub her nipple. 

"That's it lover." Barb whispered to me. "Rub her nipples. Don't you want to suck them? I love sucking them. I want her to get pregnant so that I can suck her milk from her tits. Wouldn't you like to see me suckling at her wonderful, milky tits?"

I was starting to wonder if there was any kink that Barb didn't embrace wholeheartedly. Probably not, I decided. June pulled back from our kiss and looked at me.

"Thank you." She smiled. She looked over at Barb. "Swap?"

Barb pulled me onto my back and attacked me voraciously. Her tongue dove into my mouth and she rolled half on top of me. Her hands grabbed my arms and pulled them up above my head as she kissed me hard. Then I felt a tentative touch on my cock. June was touching me while I kissed Barb. I felt my cock twitch and had to really concentrate on holding back. June's touch became surer and her fingers wrapped around my shaft. She didn't stroke right away. She just held it. 

The kiss between Barb and I ended and Barb pulled back and looked down with a smile. "You can taste it if you want," Barb said to June. 

June looked up at Barb and me. I smiled at her but didn't move. Her mouth twitched up and then she looked back at my cock.

"It is beautiful." June bent down and kissed the tip. 

Her lips were soft and gentle. My cock twitched again and I knew I better warn June. 

"I'm close already. If you suck me, I may not be able to hold back."

June looked up at me. 

"Do it, June. Let him cum in your mouth. It is divine, trust me." Barb hissed at her friend. "I want to see him cum in your mouth. Please."




June and Barb



June shifted her eyes from me to Barb and she smiled and then took the head of my cock into her mouth. June wasn't the gifted fellatrix that Barb was but she was enthusiastic. She sucked on my knob, holding the bottom of it with her tongue. Her hand began to stroke up and down and she moved her other hand to my balls.

She was on her knees bent over me and those magnificent breasts were hanging down and, as she worked my cock, they swung into my legs. I was mesmerized, watching those large jugs flop back and forth. Barb kissed me again, a much shorter kiss and then pulled back to watch her lover suck my cock. "Does it feel good, Ray? Do you like having June suck your cock?"

"Yes, it's good," I groaned.

"Do you want to cum in her mouth?"

"Yes." And I did want to cum in June's mouth.

"I want you to, lover. I want to watch you fill her mouth with your cum. I want to see her swallow your seed. Cum baby. Cum for me. Cum for her."

I reached up and pulled Barb down to kiss her again. She kissed me hard but fast and then pulled back. She really wanted to watch. June gave my balls a firm squeeze and that was all it took. I felt my balls clench and my belly jerked. I barely had time to warn June.

"I'm cumming." I grunted and then my load exploded into June's mouth. She pulled back, coming off my cock just a large spurt shot out. My cum hit her right on her chin and then she dove back onto my cock engulfing my knob as another squirt erupted from my pole. Again and again I spurted into June's mouth and she swallowed over and over. When my orgasm subsided June pulled off my softening cock. She had my cum on her chin and dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Barb scooted down across from June. "Did you save some for me?"

June shook her head. "Sorry, it was coming so fast and there was so much. I was swallowing as fast as I could just to keep from choking."

Barb smiled at her lover. "Then I'll just take this." She leaned forward and licked my cum from June's face. 

The lick became a kiss and the kiss grew passionate. Barb was playing with June's breasts and June was holding Barb's waist. June is taller than Barb and their position above me was making Barb stretch up and June bend low. I carefully extracted myself from between them as they completely ignored me. Once I was out of the way, they moved closer together and began touching each other in earnest. 

Moving behind June, I patted between her legs and she spread her legs wider. This gave me access and lowered her down enough to be more comfortable with Barb. I lay down on my back with my butt and legs hanging off the side. I pushed in between June's legs and got my first really good look at her pussy. It was wildly hairy but her lips were full and her slit was open and glistening. Her aroma was intense and earthy. I reached up and grasped each of her large ass cheeks in my hands and then lifted my mouth to her sex. 

I am always amazed at how different women taste. Barb's nectar was sweet and light tasting. June's was tangy and bold. Barb's was delicate. June's was savory. I sucked her lips into my mouth and heard her moan above me.

"Oh fuck, he's licking your cunt! Doesn't he eat pussy so good?" Barb laughed above me. 

"Yes, mmm, so good." June pushed her pussy down toward me and I pushed my tongue deep into her. 

I wanted this to be good for June and I took time to explore her pussy with my mouth. As her juices began to flow faster, I moved up to her clit. Her lips were full and dark, but her clit was small, just a tiny knob at the top of her lips. I sucked it into my mouth and held it with my lips. Barb's clit was larger and easier to hold and flick with my tongue. With June I was left manipulating her clit with my lips and just laving it with my tongue. Combined with whatever Barb was doing to her above me, it was enough. June pushed down and forward as her butt clenched and her pussy exploded her juice into my mouth. Now it was my turn to swallow for my life. I had thought that Barb came a lot, but June absolutely drenched me. There was no way for me to take it all and her nectar ran down both sides of my face. Barb pulled back and June grabbed my hair, forcefully pulling me up into her sex. As her whole body convulsed she held me there. 

When June finally released my head and rolled off me Barb attacked me kissing me ferociously and licking June's honey from my face. We kissed for a good while and then I pulled away from Barb and moved to June's side. Barb instantly understood and gave me a grin as she joined me on June's other side. Together we held June, each caressing a breast and alternating kissing her. June sighed and put her arm around each of us, holding us gently. 

Between eating June's pussy and then playing with her breasts, I was hard again and I looked over at Barb. She smiled at me and then nodded. 

"Spread your legs, baby," Barb said to her lover. "You are about to get fucked good."

June looked over at me and smiled. I kissed her, lovingly. "Do you want this?"

"Yes, God I can't believe I'm doing this, but yes, please make love to me."

And that in a nutshell was the difference between June and Barb. Barb fucked. June made love. I moved between June's legs, spreading them apart and lifting her knees. Barb reached down and grasped my cock. 

"I want to put you in her pussy." Barb guided my cock forward and then stroked her lover's lips with the head of my cock. She looked down at June. "Are you ready for him, baby?"

"Yes, mmm, yes." June whispered, her eyes wide.

I pushed forward slowly, feeling her wonderful pussy take the head of my cock inside. I watched June's face carefully. Her eyes were wide open and staring at me. She reached her hands up and took me by the hips. 

"Come on lover. Give me your love. Make me your woman." June pulled on my hips and my cock slid farther into her. 

About half-way in I stopped, letting her adjust. Her vaginal tunnel was tight and her face was showing a little strain. I waited until she was smiling again and then slowly slid in a little more. Barb was sitting there intently watching my cock slide into her girlfriend. I kept my eyes firmly on June and pushed forward a little more. When I finally bottomed out in her pussy I stopped again. I flexed my cock inside her and she moaned. I began to stroke in and out and, as I did, I leaned forward and kissed her softly. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and started thrusting back up at me in time with my strokes. 

June and I made love. Barb sat beside us and watched with a loving smile on her face. I kissed down June's neck to her breasts, taking my time and kissing her chest and all over each breast before moving to her nipples. I hadn't forgotten what Barb had told me and I cupped both of her breasts together so that I could move between her nipples. With each suck or flick of my tongue on her nipples, June grew more animated and her thrusts up to me grew in force. Barb moved to kiss her roommate as I pumped into her and suckled her breasts. 

I could feel myself getting closer, my orgasm building as I stroked into June's sex. My lips felt the heat from her nipples. She moaned into Barb's mouth as they kissed and her arms held me tight as her legs constricted around me, pulling me into her hard with each thrust. I knew we were both close so I bit her nipple gently, just barely squeezing it with my teeth. Her reaction was immediate. She arched her back, straining to get more of me inside her. Her hands scratched my back and her legs locked around my hips refusing to let me pull back.

"Oh! Oh! Yes, so good, so good!" June had pulled her mouth from Barb's and was thrashing it back and forth as her orgasm rolled over her.

I felt her pussy contracting over and over around my cock, milking me, urging me to cum inside her. I couldn't hold back any more and I felt my own climax explode. I didn't stop sucking her nipples as my cock spewed my seed deep into her. With her legs locked around my waist, June held me deep inside her, not letting me pull out even as my shaft began to soften. Then she pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. I lay on her and she held and kissed me for a long time. After a while she pushed me up so that we could see each other.

"You can get off me now, you big lug." She grinned.

I smiled at her and rolled to the side, my flaccid cock sliding from her pussy as I did. 

Barb was still there, she'd been watching us through our mutual orgasm. Now she bent down and kissed June on the lips. When their kiss ended, Barb turned and put her head between June's spread legs. I watched as Barb lovingly sucked and licked on June's messy pussy. Barb got more and more into it and soon she lifted a leg and straddled June's face. June put her arms around Barbs hips and pulled her mouth up into her lover's pussy. I scooted to the side a little to give them more room and to give me a better view. It was incredible watching these two women pleasure each other so openly. I reached over and began to massage June's breasts, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples. Barb's tight stomach pressed on the back of my hand as I did.  

The wet smacking sounds of both girls eating each other's pussies was starting to have an effect on me but I didn't want to interrupt their lovemaking so I laid there, touching June and enjoying the show. Finally June dropped her head back and grunted. "I'm gonna cum. Oh, Barb, I love you, baby. You make me feel so good." 

Sitting up to get a better view of Barb working on June's hairy pussy, I gently pinched June's nipple, rolling it softly between my finger and thumb. June jerked and arched her back, almost throwing Barb off. Then she came. When June had cum in my mouth I thought she had cum a lot, but now, watching it, I realized just how amazing it was. She squirted her juice into Barb's mouth and when Barb pulled back she squirted again. Barb grabbed my head and jerked it down to June's pussy and she squirted onto my face, soaking my hair, cheeks, chin, and mouth with her juice. I quickly put my mouth on her slit and sucked as the next squirt shot between my lips and filled my mouth. 

"Don't swallow it all. I want you to share it with me." Barb said as she watched me suck her lover's pussy.

When June's orgasm subsided, I sat up and with my mouth still full of her cum, I kissed Barb letting her slide her tongue into my mouth to taste her lover's nectar there. The three of us lay on the bed, Barb on one side of June and me on the other. Barb and I both laid our heads on June's full breasts and just relaxed for a bit. After a while, June patted Barb and I on the shoulders.

"I'm hungry and you promised me lunch."

"You'll have to talk Barb into putting some clothes on. You know no shirt, no service." I twisted around and playfully sucked one of June's nipples.

She gently pushed me away. "Don't start that again. I'm really hungry."

"Me too. June do you want to shower with me?" Barb held out her hand.

"No babe, I want to keep Ray's cum in my pussy as long as I can. You sucked most of it out but I can still feel some in there. I like the way it feels."

"You want me to put some more in you?" I asked reaching down between her legs and rubbing her pussy.

"Yes, but not until after we have lunch. Horn dog."

"Barb, do you want me to shower with you?" I asked.

"Better not. I come out all messy again when you shower with me."

"You came out cleaner last night." I mock pouted.

Barb laughed and went to take her shower, leaving June and I alone. 

June looked down at my cock, standing at full mast. "You really are horny aren't you?"

"Of course I am. I just watched two very sexy girls have sex. That would turn any man on."

"Lay down then. It'll have to be a quicky." June pushed me down and climbed onto my cock, leaning forward to let her big breasts hang in my face. 

I had become very aroused watching June and Barb and now having June sit on my cock and ride me was incredible. I massaged and kissed her breasts as she bounced on my cock and used her pelvic muscles to milk my cock. It was obvious that June did regular kegel exercises. Before long I felt my climax start.

"Mm, June, I'm going to cum." I moaned.

"Do it lover, cum in my pussy. I want my pussy full of your cum. Come on baby, give it to me." June pushed her breasts down firmly onto my face. "Suck my tits and cum in my pussy, come on baby, give me your love."

And I did. I came hard, deep inside June, grunting and thrusting up hard. When it was over, I was spent and I lay back on the bed. June lay on me and I could feel her weight pushing into my chest. We kissed and I held her for a while. We heard the shower shut off and she pushed off me. 

"I've got to get dressed and so do you."

Barb had not shut the bathroom door. I got the feeling she didn't care much about privacy. When she stepped from the shower June and I were just starting to get dressed.

"You two fucked again, didn't you? That is so sexy." Barb grinned at us. 

Once we were dressed I looked at Barb. "You know, this is the first time I've seen you with clothes on."

Barb was wearing a tight pair of bright red short shorts that were slit up to the belt line. They were legal in that they covered the parts the law required, but they covered almost nothing else. Her top was a filmy see-through black top over a black bra. She turned and pirouetted for me and then gave me a big smile. 

"Don't think that this is how it will always be mister." Barb affected a frown. "I don't plan on being dressed around you very often." She broke back into a grin. 

June laughed. "The bad part is she really means it."

"That doesn't sound bad to me." That earned me a playful slap on the arm from June.

"I suppose you'd like to have us both naked in your bed all the time." June smiled at me.

"No, sometimes I want you both naked and in the shower with me."

The smile I got from both girls made me feel good. They took me by the arms.

"Well, right now you are taking us to Fudruckers and buying us both hamburgers." Barb grabbed my ass. "And then we are coming back here and fucking your brains out."

June looked over at Barb. "We can't Barb. We have to go patch things up with Twyla."

Confused, I asked, "Who's Twyla?"

"Our prudish, frigid, RA," Barb said referring to their dorm's resident assistant. "Can't we just avoid her? She'll forget all about it in a week. Maybe we could get Darla to do something outrageous to distract her."

"Barb, it's not going to work this time. You didn't see her. She was livid. I think one of the guys you fucked was her boyfriend. We have to go talk to her." June smiled, "But not until after lunch. Come on."

We all crawled into my pickup with Barb in the middle and headed to the hamburger place. The ride was uneventful other than Barb grabbing both June's and my crotches. We ate and laughed and joked and talked. It was the best date I had ever been on and by the time we headed out, I really wanted to see both girls again. Barb was vivacious, outrageous, and totally uninhibited. June was reserved, a little shy even, more serious and down to earth but I quickly realized how big her heart was. 

After lunch I took them back to the apartment where they got into June's car, an older brown compact with a cracked windshield, and drove off. Alone in my apartment after they left, I felt lonely. I hadn't felt lonely in a long time but my apartment felt empty without Barb in it. I studied for a while. As a senior I was taking five classes so studying was a big part of my life. I was making strong A's in all five and I was going to graduate in less than a month. My major was electrical engineering and I already had my first job lined up with a firm in Lubbock.

As I sat there staring at my "Advanced Computer Theories" textbook my phone rang. 

"Ray." I said picking it up.

"Dude! Have you heard? Delta Omega is being shut down." It was my buddy Tom. Delta Omega was the frat that had hosted the party where I met Barb.

"What happened?" I had a very sick feeling in my gut.

"Someone filmed a party there and it got on the internet. The school board has already met and shut them down. They are investigating everyone who went to the party." Tom had not been at the party. I had.

"Shit!" I pulled the phone from my ear. Damn it, people and their damned cell phones. "Can you send me a link to the video?"

"No, they pulled it already, but I downloaded it so I can do you one better and send you the video."

"Just tell me something. Am I in it?"

"Oh shit, man. You were there?"

"If it's the party I think it is, yeah."

"Oh shit! Did you fuck the gangbang slut? She looked damned hot!"

"Dude, I may be getting kicked out of school one month before I graduate. Have some respect." I avoided answering the question. I liked Tom, but the dude couldn't keep his mouth shut for shit.

"Sorry man. I didn't see you in the video, but then I wasn't lookin' at the dudes, you know?" Tom paused for a moment. "Okay, I sent you the video."

My phone buzzed that I had a text. "Thanks man. I gotta see how much trouble I'm in. Catch you later."

"Dude, don't worry, this will blow over and be okay. As long as you're not in the video you are golden."

It took a few minutes to download the video. I was glad it was only about five minutes long, maybe I wasn't in it. I transferred it from my phone to my laptop and then cast it to my television. It looked like it was from early in the evening before I arrived. Barb was dancing on a table and then she ripped her top off, bouncing those wonderful titties up and down delightfully. 

"I want to fuck everyone here. Who's up for it?" 

Two guys from the house that I had seen around campus picked her up and carried her upstairs. The camera followed and I saw the guys set Barb on the bed. She shimmied out of her shorts. She hadn't been wearing either bra or panties. A scrawny looking guy who had followed the group upstairs picked up her shorts. He had her t-shirt in his other hand as he disappeared out of the scene. Well that explained the missing clothes. 

Barb grabbed one of the guys that had carried her up to the bedroom. "You first. Get out of those clothes and fuck me good." 

The guy stripped in record time and was quickly between Barb's legs, obviously fucking her even though the video quality and angle wasn't great. A girl I didn't recognize appeared in the video next to Barb. She raised her skirt and pulled a small pair of thong panties off then she sat right down on Barb's face, holding her skirt up. Suddenly a face appeared in the video.

"Hey shithead, don't be fucking recording this. Are you a fucking moron?" The video went dark.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but my first response was relief. The video had been taken long before I got there and most of the people at the party didn't know me so I was probably in the clear. But Barb wasn't. Her resident assistant knew it was her on the video. I had gotten both Barb's and June's phone numbers at lunch. I pulled my phone out and called June.

Three rings and June answered. "Hey Ray." Her voice was low and didn't sound happy.

"Hey June. Have you seen it?"

"The video? Yeah." I could only imagine what was going on.

"Is Barb Okay?"

"Yeah, Barb loves it. She said she wishes it was longer. She was excited about going viral on the internet. Shit Ray! I love her, you know I do, but she needs to come live in the real world. She is going to end up bad. You know. She has been called to meet the University Disciplinary board tomorrow. She is trying to decide if she should wear underwear to the meeting or not. I'm serious."

That was Barb. "I heard they shut the frat house down and they are suspending everyone at the party. Does she know she's going to get kicked out?"




June and Barb



"She doesn't get it. She can't understand why they would be upset about this. She is still saying that she did it on her own time. She thinks she will walk in there and tell them that and they will say, 'Oh, then it's okay,' but they're not going to say that. They are going to throw her out on her beautiful little ass and I don't know what is going to happen to her after that."

"I don't either June, but I do know I will do everything I can to help her."

"Oh, Ray, you said they are suspending everyone at the party. You were there."

"I'm not in the video and I didn't really know many people there. I'm probably okay. What matters is Barb."

"I have to go before the disciplinary board too, Ray. I didn't go to the party, but I'm her roommate. I don't know if they just want answers or if they have more in mind." I heard the worry in her voice.

In the background I heard Barb's voice. "Hey June, what do you think of this?"

"No! Barb, get serious. Don't you have anything conservative?"

"Anything what?" I had to strain a little to hear Barb.

"What is she wearing?" I asked June.

"You perv! This is serious." June growled at me.

"I know it's serious. I'm not being pervy now. Do we need to take her shopping for new clothes?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm stressed out. Let me look through her closet. I'll call you back."

We hung up and I hung my head in my hands. Shit, I'd just met this girl and she'd turned my life upside down. Until yesterday I had just been a perverted geek with a bright future. Now, well now I didn't know. But I knew my life was never going to be the same.

I didn't hear back from June that night. It was one of the longest nights of my life. I didn't get a call from the disciplinary board so I figured that was a good sign, but I didn't get much sleep, worrying about Barb and June. I went to class the next morning and everyone in class was talking about "The Party" as it was already known on campus. I played dumb and kept my mouth shut. Everyone knew Barb's name but most just called her the gangbang slut. I wanted to punch them every time I heard someone refer to her that way. But all that would have got me was trouble and wouldn't have changed anything.

Around noon I was in the student activities center eating a soft taco by myself when I got a call from June.

"Well, she's out."

"How is she taking it."

"You know her. She is happy and already planning her next party."

I shook my head. "That means she is kicked out of the dorm. Does she have anything lined up?"

"I'm out too, Ray."

"Oh shit! June, I'm sorry. I never thought they would kick you out for what Barb did."

"Twyla told them that Barb and I were lovers. They asked me point blank. I didn't lie. It wasn't about me being gay, they stressed that, but since I wouldn't renounce Barb they said they had no choice."

"God, June, are you okay?"

"No, Ray, I'm not."

"Where are you?" All my Monday classes were in the morning so I was free for the afternoon. It wouldn't have mattered, I never skipped classes, but I would have for June.

"I'm at the dorm. Trying to get all our stuff into my damned car."

"I'll be there in ten minutes." 

I threw the uneaten half of my taco in the trash and bolted for my pickup. It only took me five minutes to get to their dorm room. Lots of people were standing in the hallway laughing and talking about "the gangbang slut." I'm not a violent guy, but I really wanted to slap several of those bitches. 

I'd never been in this particular dorm, but it was easy to find the room because everyone was talking about it. Just as I got there, June came out of the room holding a large basket of knick-knacks and whatnot. I took the basket from her and carried it to my pickup with her trailing behind. Away from the looky-loos, with her basket in the back of my pickup, I took her in my arms. She pressed against me and sobbed.

"I can't believe they kicked me out of school."

"I'm sorry, June. We'll figure something out."

"Will we Ray? I won't abandon Barb. She wouldn't survive without me. You know how she is. She is in there, happy as can be, laughing about her new nick name. Ray she loves it. She loves being known as 'The gangbang slut.' I want to be a software engineer."

I stroked June's back as she put her head on my chest. Her spikes tickled my chin, but I didn't move. She needed someone to hold her just then. After a moment June pulled back. "We better get back in there before Barb strips down and starts screwing all the hypocrites. They'd do it too and then call her names for screwing them."

I laughed, but nodded and we went in. Twenty minutes later we had June's car and my pickup loaded and were headed back to my apartment. Barb didn't have a car, she'd come to the school with June. June's car was packed full of their combined stuff. Their possessions had accumulated over the year through purchases and trips home. The overflow had gone into the back of my pickup. Barb rode with me. She was bubbly and happy. 

"You don't mind us crashing with you for a while? If you do, I'm sure I can find a place for us soon."

"I don't mind, Barb, but this is serious. June is terrified."

Barb, sitting close to me with her hand on my crotch, looked at me and got somber for a moment. "I know, I feel terrible that they kicked June out because of me. I don't know how to fix it."

"I don't think you can fix it Barb, but you have to understand what she is going through."

Barb nodded. This was the longest I'd seen her be serious. "You should know. Our parents had a real hard time with her and me. Our relationship, I mean. We told them before we left for school. My parents already knew about me. Texas Tech was supposed to straighten me out. You know, get me out into the sticks so that I couldn't get into trouble. They blamed the Albuquerque scene for my wild nature. They won't take me back, but I'll be okay. I always am. But I know you will take care of June. I saw how you made love to her. I know you feel for her."

"I feel for you too Barb."

"You like to fuck me, Ray. It's different."

I suddenly realized I was finally seeing a glimpse of the real Barb. Good God, she thought no one loved her. She thought people only wanted to fuck her.

"Barb, you are different from June. I know that. You know that. But don't sell me short. Don't sell yourself short either. I love having sex with you, that's true, but I have deeper feelings for you than that. I've only known you two days. I've only known June one. You turned my life upside down and inside out. Everything I ever knew is out the window. I don't know what is going to happen, but I know I care about you deeply."

We stopped at a light and I looked at Barb. There was tear in her eye as she gazed up at me. She didn't say anything, she just looked up at me and I felt like I was a t-bone steak being appraised by a master chef. The light turned green and I drove on again. I turned into my apartment and parked but as I started to take the keys out of the ignition, Barb put her hand on mine and stopped me.

"In a moment we will get out of this pickup and you will have to make a decision. You need to know something." She put her finger to my lips to stop me from talking. "Just listen." She was so serious, I was genuinely worried. "June is a wonderful person. She will make a good partner for you for years. Tomorrow, I'll be gone. I'll go to California. I'll be okay. I'll probably be the most famous porn star ever." She grinned. "When I go, I need to know that you will take care of June. Please promise me that."

I was dumbfounded. I was finally talking to the real Barb and I suspected that June may have been the only other person to have ever done that. "Don't leave yet. Stay for a while and let's see what happens."

"Why? Why, Ray? All I do is hurt people. Don't you see how badly I fucked this up for June? Just let me go Ray. Let me get out of June's life while she still has a chance. With me out of the picture she may be able to appeal the school's decision and get back in. She didn't do anything wrong. It was all me." Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she talked. "Please, Ray. I love June more than I can tell you. Let me do this for her."

Suddenly I got it. June was the only person Barb had ever loved. She'd told me that, but I hadn't put the dots together. I looked her in the eyes. I loved her and my heart broke for her.

"If you left, she would chase you and find you. I would hunt you down and find you. You have people who care about you here." June pulled into the parking lot and into a parking space. "We need to have this talk together, the three of us. But now we need to get ya'lls stuff into my apartment."

Their things took up an entire corner of the living area but only about ten minutes to unload. Then I sat both girls down.

"Barb, you need to tell June the same thing you told me in the truck. No bullshit, open up and be who you really are." I never looked away from Barb but I saw June react, her eyes went wide and she looked over at her lover.

Barb swallowed and looked at June and she confessed that she'd made the decision to leave and go to California. June sat there with a stunned look on her face.

"My God, Barb. Are you completely out of your fucking mind?"

"Look at what I've done to you? I don't want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I was just having fun because who knows what's going to happen tomorrow, you know."

June put her hands on her hips. "You didn't do anything to me. That damned holier-than-thou bunch of alcoholic hypocrites are the only ones that deserve any blame. And as far as me crawling back to them asking to be re-admitted, you can just forget that shit! I don't know what is going to happen, but whatever it is, it will happen to all of us, together." She suddenly looked at me and her face softened. "At least, I hope you will stay with us Ray."

I smiled at her. "You couldn't get rid of me that easy." I looked at June and then at Barb. "Neither of you can. We will make it together."

And we did. Barb did tone it done a little after that. Oh, she still loves sex and has several boy and girl friends but she makes sure to only play with people she trusts now. She was the bridesmaid when June and I got married a year later. People thought it was odd that Barb went on our honeymoon with us and even odder that she lives with us, but they don't know the half of it. June got her degree from the University of Texas by taking online and remote access classes. Barb manages one of the most popular topless bars just outside of Lubbock. Tom and I started our own engineering firm last year. We design electronics for several major manufacturers nationwide. By any account, we are doing well. And all because of a wild frat party that I didn't really want to go to.



June & Della Get Nasty



It was noon. It was hot and to tell the truth so was I.

I had lain in bed till eleven and lazily masturbated. Opening my sweet puffy lips and placing a finger either side of my hardening clit. Pushing down and under the hot hard hidden shaft. Pulling the hood back as far a it would go. Then relaxing and letting my hot baby slide back in. Pulling again stretching my sweet bitches' hood as my hot tip rose from her protection bright red, moist and hard as a bullet.

Pulling and relaxing, pulling and relaxing till I finally exploded in a shower of mental stars and clutching spasms rolling through me.

Slid out of bed and showered. Quickly and without touching my hot wet cunt for a change. Dried off and slipped into a tight satin dress with a zipper all down the front. 

Sat on the chair by the window watching for June and Della to arrive. June is 48, short, a bit dumpy, bit soft tits and a nice round ass. Della is her daughter. Also a little over weight. Younger, firmer tits with long nipples pulled and stretched by two babies.

I invited them over and warned them that it would be hot hard sex and a lot of pain and humiliation and they agreed and said thy would look forward to it.

So I sat waiting for them. A long thin bamboo cane in my hand. Tapping it lightly on the window as I watched for them.

Their car drew up an mom and daughter got out and headed for my front door. I put the cane down by the sofa and went to let them in. At the door I kissed them both and then showed them into the sitting room. Was amused to notice that June was too heavily dressed for the heat with a sweeter showing the outline of a wired uplift bra and a wool skirt. Della on the other hand had a brief top and tight shorts and no hint of underwear beneath. I sat between them on the sofa and put my arm round Della's shoulder caressing her ear with one hand.

"June why don’t you get us a glass of wine each", I said and watched as she rose and went to the table to pour it. She handed a full glass to her daughter, one to me, and sat down to sip her own. I reached slowly over Della's shoulder and my hand came to rest on the outline of a hardening nipple. It felt so good as I pinched and flicked it as her mother watched with a smile.

"Della sugar", I whispered, "your really must be hot in this top baby. Why not take it off for me". As I turned to face her and pulled the top slowly over her head, her big tits tumbling out, the nipples proud and hard and bright pink. "That’s better sweetie". As I moved slowly and let my tongue caress those long baby stretched nipples. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her mom was breathing heavily as she watched me suck on one and then the other of her daughter's nipples. I could tell she had done this herself.

"Stand up sweetie", I breathed, "and let me take your shorts off". She rose shakily and moved to stand between my open legs. I snapped the buckle of her belt and pushed the shorts down over her sweet ass and smiled as she moved her feet to be free of them. "Nice", I sighed and leaned forward to suck those hot nips again my hands sliding slowly over her ample ass. Moving again my hands came onto her shoulders and I pushed her down to her knees. "Now baby, unzip my dress foe me". I asked an she did, pulling the zipper all the way down and open exposing my small tits with rock hard nipples and my soft black public hair. I heard her mother suck he breath in as she started at my body. Della leant forward pushing me away from her and her sweet mouth came down on my tit. She slowly sucked the nipple in and started to suckle like a baby making gurgling noises as she did. June's hand went under her skirt and I watch as her daughter suckled on me and she started to rub herself through her nylon panties.

"Nice June baby", I said as I pulled her daughters mouth from my tit and pushed it down. "Lick me Della, make me feel good sweetie". OH god I felt Della's hot tongue opening my slit and pushing up till she found the hood of my clit, pushing it back with her tongue she suck my girlie cock between her lips. "Oh god yes", I groaned watching June rubbing hard. 

"June honey, stand up and strip baby. I want to see you naked honey". I groaned as I pulled Della's head tight into my crotch. June rose from the sofa, pulled her sweeter over her head, unhooked her skirt and let it fall. Pausing for a minute, swaying back and forth as I enjoyed the view of her full body and the feel of her daughters hot tongue lashing my love bud. "Take it all off for me June baby", I whispered between heavy gasps for breathe. She reached slowly behind and snapped the bra off, her heavy tits dropping out, nipples red raw and hard, then bent and pushed her panties off struggling a little to get them free of her hot wet cunt. I gasped as her daughter's tongue slammed hard into my slit and June cupped her tits and squeezed her nipples as she watched.

Slowly I pushed Della away a little, raised my legs and pushed them over her shoulders. Exposing myself to her from my tight puckered asshole to my hot hard clit.

"June sweetie take this", as I reached to the side of the sofa and picked up the bamboo cane. "I want you to come over here behind your hot daughter and if she does anything wrong I want you to give her a good hard swipe across her buttocks with that cane". June took the cane and looked shocked.

"I cannot hit my baby with this", she said. "Oh yes you can, and you will", I snarled, "if I tell you she is bad you will lash the bitch to teach her to do me right".

I felt Della shudder at that.

"So now Della my sweet bitch, lick me slowly from back to front. Let me feel your tongue tease my hot asshole, dart in and out of my wet slit and flick my clit. Do it, do it now, and do it good bitch". I shivered as I felt Della's tongue circle my asshole quickly and then slid in and out me, she was hot and good. "That’s it my sweet bitch I murmured pulling her face tighter into me with my ankles. Now I want to feel your tongue go deep into my asshole you horny sweet bitch". I felt her tongue on my ass ring again but she moved quickly on and slid into my hot wet cunt. "Bitch", I shouted, "in my asshole. Hit her mom. Hit her hard with the cane. Your stupid daughter doesn’t want to ream my hot asshole". June hesitated then I smiled as I watch the cane come lashing down and heard it slap on Della's buttocks. Della cried out her head slamming into me as her body automatically reacted. " Now do it right", I grunted as I pulled her face into me with my ankles. Again she licked but did not penetrate, again I motioned to mom, again the cane came down on her butt, again she let out a cry as the pain shot through her. "Do it fucking right", hissed. This time I felt her tongue ram up my asshole sending shivers of pleasure through me.

'Yes bitch. Yes" I groaned as I felt the long strokes of her tongue, swirling deep into my asshole, darting in and out of my hot cunt, flicking and teasing my rigid clit. "Yes baby, yes". I groaned as she worked harder and harder to please me. Then she suddenly closed her teeth on my clit and bit me. "God you clumsy cunt'! I shouted, "the bit me mom, whack her hard for that". I watched as June raised the cane above her head and brought it down hard on her daughters red backside. "Hit her again June" I snarled "teach the bitch to be more careful. I could see June was crying now as she raised the cane again and whacked that sweet ass hard and I felt the pain ripple thought her daughter. The with tears streaming down her face mom just canned the sweet bitch hard and fast. Hot red welts raising on her sweeties butt as I felt Della's tongue lashing me harder and harder. Ripples of pleasure spreading through my body. The sound of the now non-stop caning. Della's sobs and moans and cries. The room spinning before my eyes.

My cunt muscles clutching Della's tongue each time it slid in. Stars bursting behind my eye lids. My legs pulling and releasing the daughters shoulders. Moms cries of agony and passion. My muscles tightening. My back arching. Oh god yes.

Release at last, spasms coming like crazy and squirting on Della's face. Pee dribbling from me. My ass muscles twitching. Oh god one hell of an orgasm.

We all rested and had another drink. Della was mad at her mom for the beating she had received and sat on a chair and sulked. I slip my dress completely off and sat on the sofa with June. One hand squeezing and pulling on one of those long engorged nipples and the other caressing her ample belly.

"You really were nasty June", I said as she gasped for breathe at my manual attention, "you did not need to cane poor Della so badly baby". She groaned and I twisted a nipple hard and nodded her agreement. She was crying a little. 

I slid slowly off the sofa and lay on my back on the floor. Spreading my legs wide and smiling at Della who was licking her lips and trembling the taste of my sweet cunt.

" I forgive you June sweetie", I murmured, " come down here sugar and lie on me. Let me feel that hot wet body crushed against mine sugar"

She willingly got up and straddled me and lowered her body full length over mine. Her full ample tits crushed into my sweet small ones. I could feel her bush hard against mine. I wrapped an arm round her neck and pulled her face to me, kissing her deeply, my tongue sliding in her waiting mouth, sweet and warm and so wet. She groaned and pressed her self harder against me. I pushed my free hand down between her legs, the back of it on my hot hard clit, the palm on her sweet love bud and my fingers pushing into her hot wet slit.

"There baby, enjoy this sugar". I whispered as my fingers moved slowly in and out, my palm grinding her hot girlie cock, my own sweet clit hardening and sliding out from her hood against the back of my hand. I carefully wrapped my legs round hers pulling them wide open as I did. Hearing Della gasp as her mothers hot wet cunt came into full view.

"Nice hey Della, nice and wet and ready baby"

I felt mom shudder at my words and jabbed my fingers in and out of her a couple of times feeling her hot wet hole trying to clutch them and keep them in.

" Now it is your turn Della. Get the cane sweetie and cane your nasty mommy. Cane her hard sugar, she deserves it. Think of the beating she just gave you sweetie".

Della got up from the chair picked up the cane and broke out into a wicked grin. She swished the cane up and down as I felt June wince at the sound and my hand worked her slit some more. The Della took aim and lashed the cane down hard on her mom's buttocks.

June screamed at the her body slammed into mine. Hard against my tits, hard against my mound, hard against my fingers in her. Yes I thought as my arm tightened round her neck pulling her close and my mouth found hers again.

Della raised the cane again and brought it hard down on Mom. Oh yes!

I felt the ripple of pain roll through June's body against me her tongue moving violently in my mouth, her tears falling on my face.

"I'll teach you mommy bitch not to hurt me", Della cried as she brought the cane down again and again. Bright red welts forming on her mothers buttocks. Little screams of blood oozing from some of them. 

"Bitch", and the cane came down again

"Whore" and again the cane contacted with those hot fleshy globes

" See if you like this mommy darling", she hissed and managed to bring the cane down so the tip collided with her sweet mothers ass ring.

I felt the shudder and the terrible ripple of pain wrack through June's body. I enjoyed the spurt of tears showering my face. I slammed my fingers in and out of her wet slit, her clit throbbing against my palm, my clit pulsing against the back of my hand.

The cane came down again and again, harder and faster my hand working deep and hard, my muscles tightening. I pulled away from June's mouth and listened to her screams as her sweet daughter thrashed her mercilessly. My tension building, June's cunt clutching and releasing my fingers.

Oh my god I was going to cum. June was going to cum and Della's free hand was between her legs as she lashed the cane on her mom.

We all screamed at the same time.

We all came together 

June in agony. Della in triumph. Me well I just exploded and revealed in the conclusion I had brought about.



June and Elena



June was a typical mother she thought. She had given birth to two lovely kids and adored her husband and while she had numerous boyfriends when she was younger, she had remained faithful to him throughout their marriage.

Those ten years had been kind to June. Her smart looks and attractive figure were much the product of good genes as well as keeping her family healthy. Her blonde hair was cut short in a fashionable bob and matched her blue eyes, though most men would have noticed her perky C cup breasts. She wasn't too tall but her slim legs made her stunning in a dress and heels.

But looking after herself was only part of it, since she'd even been wise to keep her man fulfilled even when she might have not had wanted sex. In fact, on some occasions she liked when her husband would return from a long trip and fuck her hard. Something deep inside let herself go and connected more to the man she loved. He in return just supported her and for the most part their marriage was happy.

Various neighbors had moved in and out of the suburbs she lived in. The town, a nondescript white collar domain, grew with more college educated professionals working at the ever expanding science park nearby. So it was only natural that when Chris, her husband, was made redundant that he'd find work in a marketing department at one of the local electronic companies. The company treated them well even though Chris sent some time on the road. They even put on company parties in which the staff mingled with their spouses and enjoyed fine foods and drinks.

It didn't take long for June to make friends and soon she had struck up a close friendship with Pam, the CEO's wife. One several occasions they were invited to dinner parties and made very welcome.

So it was on one Sunday that she left her family to head to Pam's home. She had called but with no answer she just assumed to drop by since June had found Pam's shawl at their house after one dinner party. Normally she'd wait but she knew that Pam was due to fly and so she rushed to the house to return it.

Knocking on the front door was pointless she thought since the large mansion house was too big for anyone to hear. Even the bell didn't work. So she stepped around the back and decided to leave the shawl in a safe place.

What she saw though shocked her. As she rounded the corner quietly, she came across two people on the sun lounger. One person on top of the other. But she didn't recognize them nor what they were doing at first.

It was when the person on top stretched that she could see clearly from the edge of the bushes. Monique the busty blonde with long trailing hair was the home's nanny and naked a top Pam's sister who lay underneath enjoying a massage. Elena's stylish short brunette hair was very identifiable on tall naked sun tanned body. June couldn't believe it.

The two of them were kissing!

June panicked and stepped backwards away around to the front. She had seen enough of the two women and beat a retreat quickly back to her car and was gone in what June thought was seconds.

Later on the road she shivered in shock. Pam's sister was indeed the sexy one of the two but she had never suspected Elena or even Monique as lesbians. Thoughts rushed through her mind until she calmed down wondering what to do. Had they seen her? What would she say if she saw them next? It filled her thoughts until she fell asleep that night next to her man.

A month later, Chris' company won a big contract and the CEO John hosted a select dinner for his executives. A generous man he had rewarded his staff too but the dinner was seen as a congratulatory gesture to all his top team. The dinner was one of fine dining and June dressed accordingly with a beautiful black cocktail dress. Everything seemed fine until Chris and June arrived at the house.

The door opened and Elena greeted them both. June gasped to herself and hoped no one noticed and broke her temporary shock to kiss Elena on the cheek. Being so close, their perfumes mingled.

"Such a lovely scent" Elena smiled at June and held her hand for longer than she needed to. "Come, everyone is at the back." She led them along the hallway, still holding June's hand. It was then that Elena's clothing could be fully appreciated. Her long dark bejeweled cocktail dress sparkled in the candle light and the pearl necklace and earrings made this 30 year old a stunning vision. No wonder she had fun with the rich set in Cannes earlier that year, June thought -- but perhaps it was just with girls?


Walking into the conservatory brought June back into reality and within minutes had joined in a conversation with friends. Chatting about success and vacations was high on the list as they all drank wine served by the house maids. June felt the alcohol go to her head quickly and noticed that she had started to glance over at Elena. Questions about her still rattled her but drinking more seemed to help until she felt faint.

"Are you okay?" said a voice as June standing alone by a buffet of caviar and appetizers. Elena's voice was soft and seductive and made June swing around.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm feeling light headed."

"And a little damp?" Elena giggled and pointed at a damp wine patch on June's dress. "Let me fix that for you."

Elena took her hand but June held firm. "No, No p-p-please. I'll be fine."

But Elena smiled at June for a long moment. Her eyes buried deep inside June and confused the 40 year old mother of two. "Come with me"

After excusing herself from Chris and the guests, June followed Elena upstairs. She looked at Elena's figure and felt her seductive walk ahead of her. What was she thinking? She was attracted to women? Apart from kissing her friend at high school, all her attraction had been for cute boys. Why was this happening? All she could do was rationalize and accept that she just appreciated a women's beauty. After all, she had played games with her husband to make him horny by pretending to like girls.

Upstairs was a grand affair and Elena closed the door behind them in the cloakroom holding all the coats. Their own clothes were mingled with the guests and it gave them a close feel inside. 

"I saw you stoop and then spill, so I had to help." From the small ceramic sink, she took a damp hand towel and dabbed the stain. With focused attention, Elena grabbed a bottle of club soda and dealt with the damp path between June's breasts.

"Can't be having a stain, can we?" Elena said as she brushed her soft hands over June's larger supple breasts. She could feel the nipples harden and smiled.

June had been intoxicated with her touch and a flashback to the garden massage filled her mind. But her harden nipples and a soft wet tingle from her pussy broke her from her dream.

"I-I-I am sorry. This is too much....I-" 

"That's okay. It's just us two. "

Elena stood tall over June and dominated the moment. They stayed silent for a moment until June couldn't hold her tongue.

"Listen, I'm sorry I saw you a month ago with Monique. You were together. Sunbathing."

"Ah so it was you?" Elena laughed and embraced June. "I thought it was the gardener. So did you see much of us?"

June stammered, "No No. But I was rude, I should have not looked."

"I'm glad you did. She massaged me in a most beautiful way and licked my pussy in such a delicious way."

June gasped and froze when Elena kissed her on the lips. For several seconds, the taller brunette pushed her firm body against June and enjoyed her tongue inside her mouth as well as feeling those nipples harden. She pulled away to see a confused June then turn a leave the cloakroom quickly. Elena was certain that June wanted to try more and knew it just took a little more time.

During the meal, June found herself the subject of several conversations and delighted in the warm atmosphere. But by the time dessert had arrived, she had begun to feel tipsy with wine. What no one realized was that her light headiness was due more to Elena's foot stroking her thigh than any wine she had drunk. She was growing more aroused and worried her hard nipples showed through. She was even worried that touching her breasts would make her moan. 

But she held it together and as the party wound down and some guests left, June's husband chatted with John the CEO but then went to find his wife who was sitting with Elena.

"June's got a migraine, Chris. She should sleep it off." Elena interrupted June.

June couldn't believe how she agreed with Elena. She was drunk but somehow was going along with Elena's fake story. Somehow she had to convince Elena to leave her alone without causing a big social mess with her company's CEO.

Chris was concerned and helped her to a quiet bedroom at the side of the house. He held her, kissed her and left a glass of water by her side. She'd been ill like this before and hoped it wouldn't get worse since they knew she couldn't be moved.

Chris returned an hour later with Elena and Pam to see June fast asleep in the bed.

"You should stay here tonight" suggested Pam. "We have some sleep clothes for you too."

Chris was torn since his wife was ill but he needed to catch a flight the next morning. When June croaked to her husband, it was clear she was going to stay at Pam's home but wanted Chris to stay They would be fine since her parents were looking after their kids. It was an easy decision and so a little time later Chris joined her in bed and fell asleep. What he hadn't realised was that his drink had been spiked with a liquid that knocked him out. He would get twelve hours sleep.

June awoke and after failing to wake him, she went downstairs to get a glass of water. Her mouth was dry and gulped the water. She heard feet behind her and then hands around her body.

"I'm so glad you stayed" Elena quipped and kissed June on the neck.

"Please don't. I‘m not gay. I'm not a lesbian." And pushed Elena away so she stood on the far side of the kitchen.

"I thought you might say that." Elena turned and stood at the CCTV panel and with a few quick strokes replayed a camera view of the garden. It was June standing still watching something. Elena was replaying the moment when she had discovered Monique and Elena.

"I think you should explain yourself. Look as I fast forward through this tape. You were standing there for ten minutes watching. Fascinated I think."

It was true. June couldn't believe how she stood there and after a little while moved her hand to her breasts and then her pussy. She rubbed herself until she finally turned and ran. "I'd say you watched Monique licking my soft wet pussy, or me sucking on her hard round nipples."

June blushed and her pussy tingled as she stood in the kitchen. Her mind had played tricks on her and she suddenly remembered it all. The event had shook her so much she had blocked it all out but now saw it clearly.

Elena sauntered back to her old friend. She put her finger under June's chin and made her look into the brunettes face. It was beautiful, with soft round features and deep brown eyes.

"Im not gay. I just play a little. That's not so wrong is it?"

"No"

Elena held June's hands in a sympathy. "I like beautiful women just as much as men. We are so different. Their hard bodies. Our soft skin. Their delicious penises. Our supple breasts--" Elena kissed June slowly and intoxicated her. Before long each delicate word melted June's resistance until her robe was open and Elena was sucking on June's breasts. Her tongue flicked the hard nipples and brought June to a beautiful climax leaning against the countertop. Her hands gripped the sides of the cabinets as Elena covered her naked body with delicate kisses. She was helpless.

"Please, you must stop." she whimpered.

"I don't think so" muttered Elena as her tongue kissed June once more on the lips. It's deep warm touch filled her with arousal and let the robe drop to the floor. She was hot and allowed Elena to move her one hand over her pussy and dip a hot finger inside her. With a gentle push she filled her and within a short while was pumping her pussy with deep strokes.

"Oh please, No please. I'm not gay-"

"Ssshh. Tell me you're my little slut."

"I can't"

"You Can!" she ordered and Elena's tone of voice triggered a massive climax within Elena. She let go and allowed this younger woman to fuck her hard with her fingers. She continued again. Her fingers pushed deep inside, slamming them in and then Elena smiled as June clamped around them with each thrust.

Without announcing anything Elena grabbed June by the hand and took her to the library. She was confused as the younger woman pushed her into the dark room and threw her over the edge of the sofa. 

The cold leather made June gasp as her breasts touched the hard surface but made her nipples stick out more. She felt a slap on her bottom from Elena who returned to her side and then covered her bottom with kisses. Her tongue traced her wet pussy and sent June into another climax. She'd never had so many and tried to catch her breath before Elena took her again.

She knew she wasn't a lesbian but her mind just yielded to Elena's needs. She just let herself go and wanted this woman to have her. Her wild passion made her moan as Elena strapped on a long dildo.

"You want this?", she asked.

June didn't reply but then when Elena slapped her on the ass, she nodded submissively.

Elsewhere the house was quiet. But a door opened and the young nanny, Monique made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She got a glass of water and though tired was aware that noises were coming from the library. She stepped slowly to the door and opened it slowly to find an amazing sight.

Inside, light from a desk lamp was falling on two women having sex. Monique licked her lips and stepped in and watched from the back of the room as she saw Elena pushing a large dildo inside one of the guests from the party. She then recognized the mousy wife and enjoyed her wild lust.

Elena heard a noise and turned around. She winked at Monique who smiled back. Elena said nothing but turned back to whisper into June's ear.

"Don't think this means love. I know you're not into me. But you're a sexy thing and I want you again."

June moaned but managed to talk. "Yes, I want you too. I want to lick your pussy again."

Elena pushed in deeper again. June was overwhelmed. She had never been fucked like this for a long time. Only the High School Football Quarterback could match her strength and stamina. She felt the large dildo but it felt like a real penis. Now she just wanted it to never stop. She knew she'd want more and as the biggest climax hit her, Elena knew she'd be back and wanting more while she lived the life of a straight middle class wife.