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Out Of Order

By: Alexunderbass



"Ok now super slow, four down four up."

I squatted down, straining under the barbell pushing hard into my shoulder blades. I stared straight ahead into the mirror lining the far wall: beads of sweat lingered across my forehead snaking slowly down to my black polyester Nike vest. 

"And four more reps come on just a few more guys!"

I glanced over at the teacher. Her name was Katy, she was petite and mousy, one might say even unnoticeable. But there was something in that anonymity that attracted me. As she squatted down, her strappy red vest revealed a line of cleavage and her small breasts pushed uncomfortably against the fabric. 

"Ok lets warm down guys."

Huh?! Everyone in the room had begun to stretch their quads and here I was still squatting. Wake up Alex! I pushed the bar up and deadlifted it to the floor. Katy smiled over at me and I returned it awkwardly. 

"Ok that's it guys. Matt will probably be here next week so er...yes um...hope you enjoyed it and well have a great weekend!"

Her voice was lost in the cacophony of clattering barbells and weight-plates. Katy busied herself around the CD player but I could see she was deflated. Whenever she covered the class nobody gave her any encouragement, it was a long hard slog. And then they shuffled out the room with no thank you or any show of appreciation whatsoever. Back to their selfish hovels of existence. 

I picked my bar up and looked over at Katy. She was crouched over her bag and as she bent over her black lycra leggings slid down showing a glimpse of the line of her bum crack. It was hard to tell whether she was wearing underwear or not. I hurriedly put my bar away yanking the plates off clumsily. I had a sudden urge to ask Katy for a drink just so I could see more of her. But as I returned to my step she was gone. Where'd she go? Fuck! Oh pull yourself together Alex she's a married woman, what was your plan, huh? I left the room dispiritedly although I'm not sure why. It was a bit perverted to spy on her but she always seemed so helpless and I knew her husband anyway: A total dick. Every time I saw the guy he was flirting with other members of the gym, usually in front of Katy. I'd never even seen him speak a word to her.

I needed a slash. I didn't really want to bump into anyone from the class down in the showers – no, better to just delay it a bit. I headed right down past a row of lockers into another corridor. I approached the toilets:

CLOSED FOR CLEANING PLEASE USE LOWER GROUND TOILETS APOLOGIES FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE CAUSED.

Fuck it. I needed a slash. I pushed the door open and entered the dimly lit room. Three urinals clung to the far wall; to the left two toilets sat behind faded blue doors and to the right were two white sinks under a large mirror. I was just about to move over to the urinals when I spotted a purple handbag next to the wall, a thin grey jumper lay to the side of it. I could have sworn that was Katy's stuff. But why would she be in the out of order men's toilets? The toilet to the right was open but the one to the left was shut. I crouched down and saw two white trainers underneath the door. I held my breath and heard scratchy breathing behind the door as if she knew she had been caught. 

"Uh Katy is that you in there?"

The door clicked open and she hovered awkwardly unsure what to say. She was clearly flustered but the red in her cheeks gave her delicately featured face a cute innocence. Her frizzy red hair that had been tied into a bow on top of her head hung limply with sweat. It struck me how extremely petite she was, she had a button nose and thin lips and must be in her forties but she carried a weariness about her making her look bedraggled somewhat. Saying that she was in great shape, her strappy red top exposed her pale defined shoulders and the leggings clung perfectly to her cute bum. She was obviously about to get changed – her shoelaces were untied and an overly complicated frilly skirt was halfway up her legs – and I had barged in on her at the worst possible time. 

"I...I'm sorry...I'll..."

Her voice shook. Her eyes were red and blotchy, she had been crying. I could have smacked myself: clearly she had been upset by the class and wanted to get away from everyone so seeing this toilet was out of order she must have thought she could get some privacy and then I busted in like a dick. I needed to save this situation and fast. 

"Hey Katy I'm sorry, I shouldn't have intruded...but you know I wouldn't bother about those people in the class you know, it was a good class Katy, seriously I mean it."

She looked up gratefully at me. 

"Really?"

"Yeah man I really wanted to do weights today and that was a tough class. You moved it along well..."

She visibly brightened. 

"Thank you Alex that means a lot."

"You should tell Matt or someone about how rude they were just now though Katy or maybe I should, it's not on."

"I know..."

She bit her lip. 

"Can you just look away for a second?"

"Huh? Oh yeah sure, sorry."

I cursed myself for being so stupid. What was I doing? 

"Ok Alex it's fine now."

I turned back around. She had removed the skirt and hitched up her leggings. We both looked at the floor awkwardly. This was awful; say something Alex for fuck sake! 

"You really -"

I was broken off by the sound of voices outside. I reacted first grabbing Katy's bag motioning to her to get back into the cubicle. We stumbled in together locking the door just in time. The main door swung open and what I could only assume to be one of the cleaners walked in whistling to Sympathy For The Devil. Shit. That was a close call. How on earth would either of us explained why we were in the out of order men's toilets? I just hoped whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn't hear our breathing or see our feet underneath the door. 

"Aaaahhhh!"

The cleaner was clearly taking a piss. That reminded me of why I came to the toilet in the first place. Well that would have to wait. I finally turned my gaze and took in my surroundings. Katy stood against the edge of the toilet stock still her face a tense fixed expression of fear. Her stuff lay on the floor and I saw her lipstick had rolled out. I didn't dare pick it up. 

"Come on oh come onnnnn!"

I shot my head round. What the fuck was that?

"Oh yes fuck yes...ahhhhhhh!"

It couldn't be. 

"Mmmm ahhhhhh yessssss!"

Oh yes it could! A faint slapping sound echoed eerily off the pristine white marble. My first reaction was to burst out laughing but I held it in remembering the precarious situation I – no we – were in. I looked at Katy and saw her mouth slightly agape as if not daring to believe. I nodded at her. She looked horrified unable to move, her eyes wide open trying to comprehend, to accept that whoever was on the other side of that door was masturbating over goodness knows what whilst she was stuck in a tight cubicle with a guy in an out of order men's toilet. 

"Nnnnnnnhhhhhhh oohhh ahhhh fuckkkk!"

Was he finally finished? 

"Nnnnhhh!"

No. 

"Nnnmmmm uh uh arrrrr!"

Finally he seemed to finish, his footsteps scraping against the linoleum floor to the sink. But the tap did not turn on. What was this guy doing? Katy moved slightly her foot kicking the lipstick against the wall with a faint clap. She opened her mouth in terror I grabbed her shoulder and put my finger to my lips. We both stood stock still, not daring to breathe out loud. Whoever was outside wasn't moving. Shit. How the fuck were we going to get out of this? Suddenly the scrape of feet approached the cubicle. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! But just as I thought we were busted the main door swung open and he was gone leaving the room in eerie silence. 

I breathed out with relief and Katy followed suit. That was a close shave! I looked at Katy; her face was bright red, her brow furrowed with anxiety. I tried to catch her eyes but they were turned to the floor as if in a shocked reverie. Wow this was awkward. 

"Katy are you ok?"

She looked up at me with her soft sad brown eyes. 

"Yes...yes I'm fine Alex sorry I um..."

"I'm sorry about what just happened I shouldn't have come in here."

"Don't be silly Alex it's not your fault I shouldn't have come in here in the first place..."

"It's just that this coupled with what happened with the class...I'm really sorry Katy...I..."

I trailed off unable to express the extent of the sadness and frustration I felt at being so helpless. She smiled sadly her eyes glistening. 

"Thank you Alex..."

"I can have a word with Matt you know."

"No it's fine Alex, really, it's happened before..."

"That class is so dead Katy nobody can turn it around."

"What about Milla?"

"Milla? I can't stand her class the CD she plays is unlistenable. I left last time."

"You did?"

"To be honest Katy I was pleased when I saw your name on the board as cover I don't think I could take another one of Milla's classes."

"So you think it worked? I tried to follow Brigitte's routine but I messed it up a few times...was the music loud enough?"

"Katy relax you did a good job, it was a proper weight's class I wish Milla had been in so she could copy it!"

An embarrassed smile crossed her lips. We both went silent. I tried to think of something else to say but nothing came. It was only now that I realised we were still in the cubicle together. Man what was I doing? She clearly wanted to change and get out of here as soon as possible and here I was busy making small talk. 

"Well I guess I'll see you around then."

I turned to open the door. 

"Sorry Alex but could you just pass that grey jumper, yes that one, thanks."

I passed it to her and turned around to exit but stopped suddenly. Voices outside. I held my breath waiting for the voices to dissipate and soon they did. 

"False alarm!"

Katy let out a nervous laugh. My sweaty back was pressed into the door as I tried to slow my heartbeat down. 

"Remind me never to use an out of order toilet again!"

Katy giggled softly. 

"I hope it's stopped raining, I got soaked on the way in. They only called me this morning so I didn't really have time to bring a change of clothes and then the bus was late of course..."

I twisted the lock and made to pull the door open when I heard movement. Quickly I clicked the door shut again turning to Katy in alarm. She stared back at me in horror. Neither of us moved. The person entered whistling Sympathy For The Devil again – the same guy?! Surely not again? The toilet next to the one we stood in clicked shut and...

"Aahhhhh!"

How?! What the fuck was wrong with this guy? How much did he have stored in him?! Katy opened her mouth, instantly I raised my finger to her lips shaking my head violently. She looked away driving her gaze into the sidewall as if to drown out the reality of what was going on. I looked down at her noticing the line of cleavage that was visible under her loose grey top. Now was not the time Alex. Pull yourself together! But I couldn't draw my eyes away from her. Suddenly the door clicked open and whoever this guy was left the room still whistling. Katy looked up sharply at me. Shit! I quickly drew my eyes away from her chest. 

"U-uh are you ok?" I choked out. 

"Can you believe that?"

I shook my head. She stared at me. Man this was uncomfortable. 

She bent over to look into her bag lying next to the wall. I got a full view of the lycra clinging to the toned curve of her perfectly formed bum. She really was in terrific shape. I felt a little surge in my boxers. What the fuck Alex?! What if she saw? Shit. I badly needed a piss but I couldn't go whilst she was still here. She stood up trying to fix her hair to no avail. She crouched down to retrieve her bag, her leggings sliding down a little to expose the line of her bum. She rose quickly and stared at me. 

"Alex!"

I jumped a little startled.

"Y-yes?"

"You were trying to look down my top!"

"N-no I wasn't!"

Shit she had noticed me looking at her.

"You weren't?"

"No!"

"Oh."

Strangely her face dropped a little. 

"I'm sorry I just...I'm on edge a little bit."

"It's ok don't worry about it."

"It's just that I have noticed you staring at me sometimes in the class."

That was true. How was I going to get out of this one?

"Er..."

"When we do sit-ups you look over at me..."

She stared at me with a sad expression. 

"Do I? I..."

"Well don't you?"

Inconveniently my penis had decided to rise to attention, I adjusted my body trying to cover the small bulge in my shorts. 

"I..."

Oh fuck it there was no point in lying about it, the sooner this ended the sooner I could get out of here. 

"I'm sorry Katy it won't happen again."

"But why do you stare at me?"

"Well I guess...I think you're hot Katy ok?"

"Me?"

"Yes."

Her face had grown a stronger shade of crimson. 

"B-but how?"

"Seriously?"

"What is hot about me Alex I'm twenty years older than you..."

"You don't look it."

She blushed an even darker shade of crimson. 

"I just don't understand...I mean..."

"What is there to understand? Come on Katy you have an incredible body."

A broad smile crossed her face and she ducked her head quickly as if embarrassed at such a reaction. 

"Hey I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Now I was taken aback.

"Er no I don't."

"Have you had one?"

This was getting a little too personal but I was intrigued by the direction of the conversation.

"Er n-no I haven't I..."

"You haven't? But why not?"

She looked incredulous. 

"Haven't found the right one I guess."

"But you've had sex right?"

What?! Where was this going?

"I...no...I haven't no."

"No? But...how?"

"How? Well it just never happened I mean..."

"How old are you?"

"22."

She stared at me open mouthed. I squirmed uncomfortably utterly humiliated. She seemed to notice and patted my arm but that just made me feel even worse.

"I'm sorry Alex I didn't mean to sound so surprised it's just...well I am that's all."

"Why are you surprised?"

She looked stunned at my question.

"Well because you're a good looking guy Alex. I mean look at your body nobody lifts more than you in that class."

"I'm not good looking."

"Of course you are."

I stayed silent. 

She stared at me imploringly. 

"Do you want to see?"

"Huh?"

I must have misheard. 

Slowly she lifted the grey top over her head and dropped it to the floor. I felt the bulge grow bigger. I tried in vain to readjust my shorts. She raised her fingers to her shoulder and slipped the left strap down her arm tantalisingly revealing the black strap of her bra. I grew yet harder. She was testing me. 

"It is me..."

She seemed startled but strangely delighted. 

"Alex. Take your shirt off."

Quick as a flash I ripped my soaking shirt off my sweltering body. She ogled every muscle drawing her finger along my chest. I was desperate to release her other strap but my body was frozen. 

"It's ok Alex."

Her hand was pressed against my chest my heart was banging. 

"Alex you're shaking!"

I tried to respond but I was shaking too violently. 

"Alex are you ok?"

"Y-yes I'm s-s-sorry K -"

"Alex don't worry if you don't want to -"

"No I-I do I'm just..."

"This really is your first time isn't it?"

I blushed an even darker shade of beetroot and looked down at the ground.

"Yes it is." I mumbled.

"Alex?"

"Yes."

"Come here."

She stood back and pulled the strap back onto her shoulder smiling mischievously. There was a glint in her eye daring me to act. Tentatively I drew my hand to her shoulder and shakily pulled the strap back down off her shoulder. She smiled at me urging me on. I brushed her defined shoulders with my fingers enjoying the sensation of warm flesh against my fingertips. I moved my hand over to her other strap and eased it down. Now her top hung precariously over her bra. I hovered uncertainly. She looked at me adoringly, fiddling with the hem of the top before stretching her arms upwards expectantly. I obliged, taking the hem and pulling it up and over her head letting the material float to the floor. I took a sharp intake of breath as I admired her body. Her small but supple breasts rested in a lacy black bra but what struck me were her washboard abs. You could bounce a ping pong ball off them. 

"Am I ok Alex?"

I murmured something indecipherable. I drew my hands across her back massaging her lower back. I stood back and floated my fingers along each definition on her stomach. 

"You're body is amazing Katy." I whispered. 

"You think so?"

I cupped her delicate cheekbones gently and kissed her lips softly. It was only fleeting but as we broke off Katy's face was a canvas of delight. 

"Can I?"

I motioned to her bra and she nodded excitedly. I reached behind her back unclasping the lacy material. Her breasts sat perfectly upright her nipples hardening. I took one in my hand and squeezed softly exerting slight pressure enjoying her little sighs of joy. I lowered my lips and twirled my tongue around her nipple. The taste was glorious. I moved across to the other breast making sure to continue caressing the other as I did so. I sashayed my lips across her stomach planting baby kisses on each muscle. Finally I stood up again and was once again uncertain. 

"Was that ok?"

"It was amazing Alex! Thank you!"

I knew what I wanted but what could I say? Katy seemed to sense my dilemma.

"Yes Alex you can."

I lowered my hands to her firm bum cheeks squeezing them tightly. I couldn't feel anything underneath. 

"Alex, don't be shy." 

Very slowly I curved my fingers round and reached between her legs to stroke her crotch. I felt the smooth line of her vagina. She wasn't wearing any panties! A drop of liquid escaped my penis. Shit! I still needed to piss like crazy. I stood up hesitantly unsure of what to say. 

"Uh Katy I kinda need to use the toilet..."

"Oh! Erm well..."

Before I could reply I felt my shorts falling down and my boxers slipping down. Her soft dainty hands were warm against my upper thighs. My penis shot out fit to burst. I couldn't hold it any longer. I directed the stream into the bowl and heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was only when I finished up that I realised I had my cock out whilst a woman was watching. 

"Wow." She murmured. 

I took that as a compliment allowing her to stroke her hand up the shaft. I moaned in pleasure. Her smooth fingers moved all over my balls squeezing them hard. I moaned louder. She lowered herself down to her knees.

"Oh yes, yes, please!"

My member was screaming practically vibrating with anticipation. 

"Oh thank you Alex."

She licked the moisten shaft and worked her way over my large testicles sucking them in greedily. She kissed the tip fluttering her tongue over it and then she finally drove her lips down over my thudding member. She worked her small mouth up and down over my flesh gagging at the amount of sticky fluid streaming out. 

"Alex you're soaking!"

"Oh er sorry...I..."

"No don't apologise! It's flattering!"

I leaned over her pushing my soaking penis into her mouth. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat; she gagged but still slurped up the streaming fluids flooding around her mouth. Slowly Katy rose and stood pressing back into the wall expectantly. I snaked my way down and felt my heart beat even faster. I longed to slip her leggings off but I dragged it out for a little longer kissing the inside of her thighs. 

"Alex, stand up." 

"What's wrong?"

"Just stand up Alex."

I stood uncertainly. Before I could open my mouth Katy wrapped her arms around my neck and drove her lips into mine knocking me back into the toilet roll dispenser. Her hard nipples pressed uncomfortably into my chest, my arms pinned against the divider between the other cubicle. She was ferocious, biting down on my lip drawing blood as she did so. She was a crazed animal tearing away at my flesh. And through the pain and discomfort I savoured every moment. A carnal desire to be ravished and devoured. Finally she broke off licking her lips demonically, her retinas burning. 


Out of Order



Jessica folded her book over a finger and looked around. She spotted the restroom facilities about halfway across the park. Her car was the other direction. Making a decision, she sighed, placed her bookmark, and rose from the bench to make her way down the path. 

The warmth of the spring sun washed over her. It felt so good to leave the coats, jackets, and heavy woolen clothes behind and be outside. Not as good as summer would feel, lying outside with the smallest bikini she could manage, feeling the sun stroking her cocoa slathered exposed skin. But, definately better than covering the body she had been blessed with in layers upon layers of clothing. With her chest, warm layers of clothing made her feel like the wife of the Staypuff Marshmellow Man. Now, she could once again wear the clothes that showed her massive mammories tapering to her waspish waist, leaving no doubt that she was a woman with a woman's figure.

Jessica loved the attention her chest gained from men, and no few women. She looked good, in the right clothes, and she knew it. Or in no clothes at all for that matter. Occassionally, she fantasized about going completely topless, but the girls needed support. She glanced down and her swaying breasts filled her vision, blocking out any sight of the body below them or the feet that were carrying her towards the restroom. No, she would never trade her beautiful bosom for a smaller set that could go unsupported just so that she could go topless comfortably. After all, without them, what would be the point?

She smiled to herself as her eyes lifted towards her destination. Then stopped and the smile slowly faded as her eyes read the printing on the piece of cardboard.

"Out of order." Jessica moaned. "Oh, fuck me."

Her eyes looked back towards her car all the way across the park from where she now stood. If she could make it, she could drive somewhere else.

But, her bladder screamed that she would pay if she waited just one more minute. Her eyes drifted to the other side, clearly marked "men". She clenched her thighs together as her body tried to void the liquid stored in her bladder for too long.

"Fuck it." Jessica whispered to herself. "It's an emergency."

Shoving the door open, she readied an apology to any men that might be within. But there was no one. Stains and debris met her eyes as she took hurried mincing steps to the stalls.

"Men are such pigs." Her nose wrinkled in distaste. Then she giggled as she thought about last night and corrected herself. "Baby piglets."

All thoughts of her latest lover and his infatile infatuation with her boobs fled as she raced the growing pressure to lift her skirt and try to get her panties down. In her haste she heard a rip.

"Dammit! These were new!" Jessica held up the scrap of material that had been a sexy purple thong. The waist band had ripped on both sides. "Oh God."

Jessica moaned in relief so great that it was almost pleasure as the splashing river gushed from her into the waiting water below. Not quite as good as an orgasm, the relief of a much needed piss was a definite second on the list of good feelings. And she had needed this piss. Badly. That was the whole reason she was here in the men's restroom.

The immediate need past, she glanced around as the gushing river became a trickling rivulet and tapered off to stop. Her eyes flickered over the scribbled writings sampling past patrons wit on the walls of the stall.

"Well, at least they are half right." Jessica giggled to herself as she reached for the toilet paper. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me?!"

Jessica stared at her hand clutching at an empty toilet paper tube.

"This just isn't my day." She sighed. Her eyes fell on the now useless scrap of material in her hand. "Well fuck it. Sixty dollar toilet paper."

Once she had run the too delicate silk across herself, she stopped just before her fingers loosed it. A mischevious grin flitted across her face. Instead of dropping it in the yellowed water, she tucked it around the tube where toilet paper should have been. After a moment's thought, she reached behind her and unclasped the matching bra. It was a matching set after all, and it wasn't like she wasn't going to have to swing by home for a fresh set of panties anyway, so why not?

Her fingers began working the buttons on her blouse. It felt decidedly wicked to be baring her chest here in the men's room at the park, even if it was only for a moment and no one was here to see. The much larger piece of purple fabric that had contained her chest was stuffed up with her piss scented thong for some nasty man to find once she was gone.

She laughed quietly to herself as she imagined some stranger sitting there, holding up her huge bra, and began rebuttoning her blouse, preparing to leave before anyone could come in. But, she was too late.

Her fingers froze as she looked at the stall door and sent up a silent prayer that they wouldn't need this stall. Her nipples crinkled at the thought of them opening the stall door and catching her here.

"Oh, yeah. This one is hot for it all right." A deep voice said.

Hot for it? What the hell did that mean? Jessica wondered as she stood silently. Who says "hot for it" when they need to piss?

Then she heard a distinctly feminine voice giggling. Jessica felt her eyes widen as she clapped a hand over her mouth. Oh my God, she thought. They can't be doing what I think they are doing.

Stealing closer to the stall door, Jessica peered through the gap. She gasped at what she saw.

Four men were surrounding a woman that was barely more than a girl while a fifth stood by the door. Their hands were roaming all over her petite body. Jessica could see the material of the girls blouse and skirt bunching under their coarse hands as she writhed against them, moaning in obvious pleasure. Their muscular bodies were pressing in around her and soon hid the girl from view.

Holy shit! Jessica thought. Should I say something? Are they raping her? But, the girls words, the first she had spoken, set any idea that she might not be consenting as far away as the east lies from the west.

"Get those big cocks out for me," Her voice rang loud and clear. "Let me see some of that prime grade A beef you are sporting for me."

Holy shit! Jessica thought. Holy shit! Holy shit!

Her nipples ached as she pressed her face more tightly against the door, trying to see something through the crack. Anything!

Jessica could just make out the girl now kneeling in the center of that forest of eight legs, but nothing above the girls small chest. Not that virtually every girl's chest wasn't smaller than hers smashed against the stall door, but one of the guys tremendous thighs was bigger around than the woman child's entire body.

"You sure you're eighteen?" The guy beside the door called. "You look about fourteen. And we don't need cops sniffing around for statutory."

"I'm twenty-four." The girl spat back from within her private pen of strong legs. "Sorry, but I didn't think to bring my ID for a quick noon gangbang."

"Dude, if you can't handle it, wait outside." The biggest of the men, and the single biggest man Jessica had ever seen growled. "She says she's over twenty. That's good enough for me."

"Yeah, maybe I better." The much shorter man replied. "Sorry, but tiny little school bitch isn't doing a thing for me anyway."

And he was gone and the bathroom door was swinging shut with him on the other side, leaving just the four men around the petite young thing and Jessica, watching what little she could see, unseen in return.

"You're not lying to us, right bitch?" The huge man growled. "If this is some bullshit, if I find out you are seventeen and a half and this comes back to bite my dick, I will find you. I will find you and your whole family. Your great grandparents will be sorry their parents ever felt each other up."

"I'm not lying, asshole." The girl spat back. "You think I don't know what I look like? Like someone's baby kid sister? But, I'm a grown ass woman with a grown woman's needs. And I need some hard cock, so pull them out or get the fuck out of my way and I'll go see if I can fool some kinky ass into little girls into thinking I'm younger than I really am."

"Whoa, whoa." The big man roared with laughter. "You are a feisty little bitch aren't you? If you say you are legal, that's fine. We've got what you need right here."

Jessica could hear a zipper and a meaty thwack of something fleshy slapping against flesh.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew that if you lied to us and fucked us," the big man growled, "that the fucking you would get in return wouldn't be the good kind. Now put that bitchy mouth to a better use."

The slapping sound came again. Jessica couldn't see what was happening for sure, just the petite woman kneeling in their midst from her small chest down. But, as her hands came up off the floor to disappear with her shoulders and head, and her torso began to move, Jessica could well imagine what must have been happening.

Jessica moaned as the wet slurping sounds fueled her imagination. God, she wanted to see it so bad. The frustration of imagining what must be happening inside that forest of legs but unable to see it for sure writhed within her like a living thing. Her hand slipped inside her still open blouse and rubbed at her aching breast as she wondered what it would feel like to be kneeling there herself, with four hard cocks out for her own personal enjoyment.

The meaty slap of flesh on flesh sounded again. The big man laughed.

"You like being cock slapped, slut?" He asked.

Jessica moaned in anguish as the thought of a large fleshy cock slapping against her cheek filled her mind. Her other hand pressed against the aching emptiness of her crotch as the one inside her blouse tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She felt a wetness trickle between her thighs from a need different from the one that had driven her in here.

"I'd like it better slapping inside my juicy cunt", the girl panted.

Strong hands grasped the girl's waist and lifted her from the floor. For just a moment, she looked like she was floating there between them. Then her knees unfolded and her feet touched the ground.

Jessica closed her eyes for just a moment, savoring the image and wondering what it would feel like to have powerful hands lift her completely off the ground. Wondering what it would feel like to have their strength manipulating her body any way they wanted it. Anyway they did, she would want it that way too. She was sure of it. As sure as she was standing here in this filthy men's bathroom watching four men do filthy things to a filthy slut.

A small whimper escaped Jessica as she opened her eyes to see what was happening. The men had shifted and she had a clear view from where she stood of the smaller woman bent at the waist with her skirt thrown up over her hips.

"Oh, fuck yes!" The diminuative woman hissed as her mouth came off the cock in front of her while the man behind her thrust his forward.

Jessica reached for the bottom of her own skirt with a trembling hand. She caressed the inside of her damp thigh as she watched the small woman take the waiting cock back in her mouth. As the young looking woman waved her hand in the air and a man stepped forward to let her grasp his cock, Jessica's hand pressed against her swollen, aching, empty pussy.

"Well, well. What have we here?"

Jessica screamed as a hand grabbed her hair. Looking up, she saw the big leader looking over the stall, reaching over the stall to pull her up on her toes by her hair.

"Enjoying the show, cunt?"

Jessica wanted to scream, to rail against him, to open the door and run as far and as fast as she could. But, she was powerless in his grip on her hair as he opened the door to the stall where she had hidden.

"Fuck me! Would you get a load of those tits?" The one getting a handjob said.

"Damn!" The one behind the petite girl exclaimed.

Tears streaming from the tight pull against her scalp, Jessica managed to glance down to see that her hand working to relieve the ache in her chest had undone one of the ones she had managed to get redone before they had come in. Her blouse was open, revealing her cleavage and the full roundness of the insides of her tits almost to her puckered nipples.

The man in the tiny woman's mouth was staring and licking his lips. The young woman grunted around her mouthful of cock as her eyes rolled, staring at Jessica.

"Who the fuck is this?" The one who had stepped outside was standing in the open door across the room of urinals and sinks.

If only this big guy wasn't holding my hair, I could make it to that door I bet. Jessica thought.

"No clue." The hand was suddenly gone from her hair. "Some bitch that was watching us and finger fucking her pussy. You want to look, cunt? Go on over there and take a good look."

She was free. She could get away. She could run for the door and, if she could get past the much smaller man there, she could get out of here and be halfway to her car while they were still zipping themselves up.

Jessica took one tentative step and then another towards that open door. Her passage to freedom. But, her eyes were fixed on the quartet that wasn't slowing in the slightest. If anything, the man fucking her pussy was pounding into her harder, forcing her mouth to take the cock there deeper into her throat.

Jessica's feet stopped as she watched the fucking before her.

"Like what you see?" That deep voice growled from behind her.

Jessica could only nod as she felt the press of a big body behind her. She was so hot that even if there had still been a foot of snow on the ground outside, she would have been able to strip to a bikini and bask in the glorious heat. Jessica felt the familiar tickle of sweat under her full tits and her nipples were so tight they hurt as she watched the girl being fucked in her pussy and her face with a third cock grasped in her hand.

Jessica moaned as she felt big hands on her waist. She swayed as she felt those large hands slid across her stomach. Her knees bent, trying to hurry the passage of those hands across the expanse of her belly to her tits.

She gasped when instead of grasping her tits, the hands grasped her almost open blouse instead and with a sharp tug sent the last fastened buttons bouncing across the tile floor to fall in the urinals. Her naked tits were on display for everyone in the room to see.

"Oh, fuck yeah." The one in her hand groaned. "Those are some fucking awesome tits man."

"Miss, are you all right?" The short one by the door asked.

"Shut the fuck up, pussy. I should have never brought your ass in on this shit." The big man growled as his huge hands cupped her massive chest, lifting them and kneading them.

"You shut the fuck up or I will take your ass out." The small man growled back. "I don't do rape. Period. If she's good with this, then fine. If she's not, you will let her go or we will find out once and for all if you are just big instead of big and bad."

The fucking stopped as first the one in the much smaller woman's hand and then the one in her mouth pulled away and stepped to one side. The one fucking her from behind picked her up and stepped aside as well, until only Jessica and her exposed bust stood between the two men.

The air of danger as the men faced off was intoxicating on the heels of the sexy gangfuck that had been interrupted. Two men were going to fight over her naked body. Jessica couldn't quite hide the shiver of pleasure that rippled up her body. She looked down at the huge hands that couldn't come close to wrapping around her chest, but she thought the fist they would make would be as big as the smaller mans head. He would get his ass kicked.

Only... Looking back at him, Jessica wasn't so sure. He radiated a quite power standing there. He was short, but thick with muscle. He stepped closer to them and the step was graceful and smooth. The hands on her stopped moving. She wanted to grab them and make them keep going. She wanted to scream at the asshole standing there for interrupting when it was feeling so good.

"Miss?" His eyes bored into hers. "I need to hear you say it. Do you want to stay or go?"

Go, Jessica's mind screamed. Get the fuck out of here and run like hell before these two thugs pull guns or knives or whatever the fuck.

"S-stay." Jessica rasped, her normally smooth voice husky with need. "I want to stay. I want some of what she is having."

"Fuck you, bitch!" The girl spat. "These are my cocks. Mine! Take your jumbo fun bags and get the fuck out so we can get back to it."

"Your cocks?" The smaller, quieter one said, looking over at her. "I already said I'm not into little boys. So you weren't getting any of this one any way. But if this sexy woman wants some, she can have all she wants."

"Fine!" The little hellcat spat. "Take her fat ass and her jumbo tits somewhere and fuck her. But, I get the rest."

"Throw the bones to the dogs." A small grin lit up his face. "A real man needs some meat to be happy."

"Fuck you, motherfucker!"

"I already said, no thanks." He shrugged and looked back into Jessica's eyes. "What about you? May I be a dirty boy and take you here and now and do dirty things in this dirty place to you?"

"Oh fuck." Jessica moaned and swayed in the massive arms holding her up. She nodded yes. She needed... She wanted... Whatever this man and the one behind her could do to her, she desired nothing more in her life than to find out what it could be.

"What about it, Tank?" He looked over her head. "Do we fuck her or fuck each other up?"

Jessica felt the massive body at her back bounce as he roared with laughter. 

"We fuck her." The big man laughed. "But if your cock is as big as your balls, I'd better do the ass work. 'Cause you'd kill her."

Jessica whimpered and felt a trickle of wetness between her thighs. Two men she didn't know were discussing fucking her right in the middle of a toilet filled room. They were talking about which one would take her ass while, she imagined, the other would be deep inside her pussy. Her hands reached behind her to feel the big man still hanging out of his open fly.

"If you want some, you better get over here," The one called "Tank" said as her hands found him and grasped at him. "Looks like she's starting without you."

"I don't know," The smaller one folded his arms and smiled wickedly. "I'm not convinced she wants me any closer. After all, she hasn't asked."

"Oh, I get it." Tank laughed. "You want to hear the little slut beg for it. Well, honey? Will you beg for it like a little cock hungry slut? He might leave if you don't. Then it would be just the one in your hand for you."

Jessica looked over to see the young hellcat on her knees in front of the three other men. Her hands were working double time on the cocks of the men on either side of her while her head bobbed back and forth on the one in front of her. That scrawny little bitch was working three cocks for all she was worth while Jessica, obviously more of a woman, held only one.

"P-please." Jessica moaned. "Please."

The smaller man stepped closer and unfolded his arms. Jessica gasped as thick fingers plucked at her nipples. The cock in her hands twitched and got harder.

"Please what?" He almost whispered. Jessica had to strain to hear the quite words over the susurrating blood in her ears. "What do you mean? You mean you want more than one cock fucking you here in this disgusting bathroom where men come to piss like some slutty little whore?"

"Yes!" Jessica screamed. "For fuck's sake, yes! Give me that fucking cock. Get it out now or get the fuck out and send in someone that will. Fuck me. Please, God, fuck me!"

"Holy shit!" The big man holding her chuckled. "I think she means it, Shrew. You better get those pants down before I let her go or I think SHE might rape YOU."




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"Just wanted to make sure." The one called Shrew grinned at her as his hands unfastened his pants. He reached inside with one hand and began to pull himself out. And kept pulling. And kept pulling.

Jessica's eyes were as wide as they could go and her nipples were crinkled as tightly as they could when the head popped free. Put it back, she wanted to moan. Put it away again.

"Holy Christ, Shrew. We're going to have to change your name!" Tank let go of her aching boobs to clap his hands together quietly in front of her.

"Fu-u-uck." One of the men getting a handjob said quietly.

The other woman pulled her mouth from the cock she was sucking with a pop and turned to look. She squealed and jumped to her feet, backing a step further away.

"Good fucking Christ! There is no fucking way that is real!"

"Well?" His eyes never left Jessica's. "Want to check if it's real or not?"

Hell no, a small voice screamed in the back of her mind. Jessica's feet ignored the voice as she took a tentative step away from the huge man holding her. She barely felt her blouse pull off her shoulders and down her arms as the big hands that had so recently mauled her naked chest held onto it. She stepped forward, tugging her arms free and walked naked from the waist up towards that dangling tube of flesh suspended from the pants of a man who was much shorter than any attached to that massive member had any right to be.

Jessica's hands reached out for it. She sank to her knees on the tiled floor and gazed at it as her fingers touched flesh.

"Fuck," She whispered. "It's not even hard."

She dimly felt hands on the zipper of her her skirt as she knelt, mesmerized by the massive cock in front of her.

"I'm getting some of this pussy before you stretch it," She heard the one called Tank mutter from somewhere far away.

"So, is it real?"

Jessica tore her gaze away to see the other woman was now kneeling beside her, looking on in rapt fascination.

"Do you want to touch it yourself?" Jessica heard her voice ask and wanted to curse. She didn't want to let go of this fascinating cock for even a moment.

"Unh uh." The smaller woman shook her head. "I don't think so. But, does it feel real?"

"Yes," Jessica looked back to where her hands were stroking the smooth, soft skin. "It feels real."

"Shit." The other woman said. "So, it gets bigger?"

Bigger? Bigger than this?! Jessica thought as her hands twitched, trying to grasp more of this monster. Oh, fuck no. Say it isn't so.

"Nah, just harder. Sometimes. If the woman is any good."

Startled, Jessica looked up to see him smiling down at her. This was the first time that any man had looked at her naked chest and hadn't gotten hard so quick it made a small clap of thunder.

Huge hands were lifting her from the ground, pulling her away from it. She couldn't reach it. Feeling like a small child who had lost it's favorite toy over the side of the high chair, Jessica stretched her arms and leaned. That maddening, infuriating man stepped back a step just as her fingers were about to close on the tip.

Coarse laughter snapped the spell as the men found her small grunt of frustration amusing.

"I think she likes it." Tank laughed.

Suddenly aware of everything that her mind had ignored since that massive member of manhood came into her sight, she realized that she was already shirtless and Tank's meaty hands were even now stripping her skirt off her ankles. She had taken her underwear off herself before they came in. She was completely naked. In this room full of strangers looking at her, every inch of her was fully exposed to their eyes.

Jessica felt her round chest jiggle with the small shiver of delight that raced through her at being so exposed as Tank set her back on her feet once more.

"So, are you good enough?"

Her eyes returned to his, the one they called Shrew. Shrew? More like Snake. Or Python. Or Anaconda. Or anything involving something long and round. She looked down at the tube in question dangling between his muscular thighs. 

Dangling. Pointing down. Not hard. Jessica frowned and looked away again to the other men in the room.

Tall, skinny dude with around nine inches of saluting meat. Check.

Slightly shorter guy with a pot belly, lamb chop sideburns, and seven and half inches or so that were glad to see her. Check.

Eleven inches of chocolate fury just waiting to be unleashed. Check.

Jessica glanced behind her and down. Tank wasn't small by any means, although his cock would have looked more at home on the Shrew and that massive member on his six and a half foot four hundred pound frame. And he was obviously happy to see her as well.

Jessica ignored the waif-like woman kneeling beside her, ripping off her own clothes to return her attention to the largest cock she had ever seen, much less in the room, pointing straight down. She looked up at his eyes to see him studying her face.

"What can I say?" He said. "You need to do more than just be here and be naked to turn me on. I don't know if you are up to it."

Not up to turning a man on? Not fucking up to it?! Jessica seethed as she stood there. We will just see about that.

Jessica's attempt to drop to her knees was thwarted by large hands grabbing her waist. Tank's thumbs were almost at the crevice between her ass cheeks and his fingers were almost touching her pubic mons. They were almost broad enough to cover her whole hip from top to bottom.

Oh, God. Jessica thought. This is going be so good. Or could be if this other swinging dick wasn't gay. She frowned once more at the hanging appendage.

One of the hands left Jessica's hip and pressed between her shoulder blades. She couldn't have resisted if she had wanted to. But, she didn't want to resist as her head moved closer and closer to that column of soft, hanging flesh.

Jessica moaned as she felt the tip of Tank penetrating her swollen, aching sex. Her hands went to the hips in front of her to steady herself. She felt the muscles beneath her fingers twitch.

Smack!

Jessica gasped as the huge cock swung up and slapped against her cheek. Her lips stretched into a smile as she realized she had just been cock slapped and he hadn't used his hands to do it. She felt Tank press deeper, filling her soaking cunt, as the ass beneath her fingers twitched again.

Smack!

Greedily, Jessica caught the huge member before it could drop and pulled it towards her mouth. Her jaw twinged as she opened her mouth wider than she had anywhere but the dentist's office. She felt his soft, spongy flesh filling her mouth. But, there was more, so much more still outside, beyond her stretched lips and parted teeth.

Tank was fucking her so good now, his belly smacking against her ass, making her cheeks bounce and wobble with each thrust. Jessica pulled on the man in front of her and sucked him deeper and pulled on his hips and sucked more of him into her mouth. Her jaw ached a bit as she worked more of him in. But, it was a good ache. A small, almost unnoteworthy distraction to the mouthful of flesh knocking against the opening of her throat, not unlike her heavy chest swaying and wobbling beneath her. 

Sometimes she wore a bra while she got fucked so they wouldn't do that. But, the boys like watching her boobs bounce around as they fucked her. And she sort of liked the aching tug of them swinging to and fro as she got a really good pounding. Just as she sort of liked the delicate ache of her jaws stretching to let more of this unbelievable cock in her mouth.

No stranger to deep throating, Jessica still couldn't fight her gag reflex as the huge dick filled the opening of her throat completely. She choked and coughed. "Shrew" pulled back a bit and let her breath for a second. She didn't want to breath quite that much though. Her fingers pulled him closer once more as she filled her mouth with him while Tank filled her pussy.

Jessica coughed and gagged once more as the tip of his cock tapped against the entrance of her throat. She felt his cock twitch as it pulled back once more, allowing her to breath. She smiled a little that she was starting to have an effect on him.

"Ok, let's switch." Tank pulled out of her. "You are going to strangle her with that fucking python. Stretch this pussy out while we see if she can handle me fucking her face."

Jessica wanted to moan at the sudden absence as Tank pulled his cock out. She felt a gush of wetness down her thighs as she thought about that choking tube of meat she couldn't handle in her throat nudging at her pussy lips instead. Her head swam as Tank turned her around and bent her towards his smaller cock, knowing that monters was back there just waiting to plunge into her.

Only it wasn't his cock that she felt at her pussy entrance as she took Tank into her mouth. Instead a tongue made her squirm as it lapped at her freely flowing juices. She did moan now, around a cock she easily took into her throat without gagging, as the tip of that tongue flicked across her swollen sex.

Jessica let go of Tank's hips with one steadying hand to reach back and pull her cheeks apart to give Shrew easier access with that sweet tongue of his. She moaned around the cock sliding in and out of her mouth and throat in appreciation as that tongue dug between her labia to find her clit. Her eyes popped open wide and she almost gagged again as it swipped up and then circled the rim of her asshole before disappearing.

Oh shit! Jessica thought. Not my ass. There is no fucking way I can take that monster in my shitter.

Jessica sighed in relief as she felt the huge helmet of the cock behind her nudge between her labia to knock on the entrance to her womb and sucked on the cock fucking her face. She felt a pressure against her swollen labia, threatening to spread it too wide or else push it inside her. Her scream around the cock in her throat as the tip of him popped inside was a stunted sound of mixed pleasure and pain.

"I want some of that ass, now." Tank said, pulling from her mouth.

Jessica wanted to scream in frustration as he dragged her away from Shrew's huge cock. She was surprised that her pussy didn't make a clapping sound as it felt like it slammed shut behind the head popping back out. Her head was spinning and it felt as if she weren't quite home in it, but floating just a little above, looking down, as Tank turned her around and sat down on the floor.

Oh my fucking God. Jessica thought as she saw Shrew's cock standing straight up for the first time as Tank pulled her down into his lap. It was hard now. Not any bigger, but somehow more daunting now that it was standing proud rather than hanging it's head to the floor. Her nipples were burning as she stared at the head the size of a small fist that had just briefly been inside of her.

"Ung." Jessica groaned as she felt Tank's smaller, but still plenty large penis nudging open her sphincter. It felt almost as big back there as the huge cock she was looking at had in her pussy. "Fuck!"

"Oh, I'm planning on it, sweet slut." Shrew grinned at her as his fist lazily stroked his impressive manhood. "I'm planning on it."

Jessica whimpered as she imagined that monstrosity in her cunt while taking another in her ass. She couldn't imagine taking it by itself, much less while she was already so full.

The cock in question was swaying closer and closer as she stared at it. It reached where her hips were now firmly astride Tank's as the base of his shaft pressed against her split cheeks. It kept coming, moving up the line of her body. She had managed to take it in her mouth while it was soft. Could she do it again while it was hard. But it stopped short of her mouth. What was he going to do with it? Where was he going to put it?

Shrew sank to his knees with his cock nestling in the valley between the mountains of her breasts. He was so big, she almost didn't need to press them together to feel him pressing back against them. Jessica pressed her palms against the sides of her chest anyway as he began stroking forward and back in the cleft there.

"Oh, shit yeah!" The other woman in the room cried out just then. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Jessica glanced over and almost came as she saw the petite woman riding one cock while another rode her. The third man that had been with them, the tall thin one, was walking towards her. His cock bounced and swayed hypnotically as it came closer.

"I had to get me some of this." He said.

Jessica watched as his head disappeared behind Shrew. She felt a nudge at her pussy. This, she could do. His cock was the second smallest in the room. She could take that cock in her pussy with the one already in her ass. Gladly so.

Jessica groaned in pleasure as she felt him push inside her along the shaft already buried to the hilt in her ass. She felt so incredibly full. Her hand lifted a tit closer to blow and suck on her throbbing, burning nipple.

"Just don't make any mistakes back there," Shrew laughed as he thrust in between her tits. "You wouldn't like what would happen if you aimed too high and too far forward."

Jessica stuck her tongue out and just managed to lick the tip of the cock fucking her tits as another was buried in her ass and a third was just beginning to pummel her spasming pussy. She was amazed that the head of him was far enough out the other side for her to lick. Her tits were so big that usually a cock titfucking her would be lost in the pillowy fold of their flesh. It was amazing.

The screams of passion from across the room had died. Suddenly, something surprised her by nudging at the top of her head. She tilted her head back and saw another cock running between her eyes and down the line of her nose.

"Don't look at me, man." Shrew laughed again. "I'm not going to suck it."

Suck it? What a fascinating idea.

Jessica opened her mouth and took the head of this latest newcomer inside. Her body writhed in pleasure at the multiple intrusions of cock. One in her cunt. One in her ass. One fucking her titties. And now, one for her mouth.

Jessica tasted something tangy on her chocolate oral treat and realized this was the cock that had been buried in the other woman's ass just as it slipped into her throat. She wasn't sure that she didn't mind that, but she was so pinned between male bodies humping her with their cocks that she couldn't have done a thing if she had wanted to.

Jessica felt her hand being pulled away from pressing against the side of her breast, and her arm bent up so it was at a ninety degree angle. Her fingers were made to curl around something and then her wrist was manipulated into stroking back and forth.

Oh, my God! Jessica thought. Oh, my fucking God! Now a cock to jack with my hand too. This is too fucking cool!

But, the surprises kept coming. Her other arm was bent at almost the same angle and she felt, not a cock, but a pussy filling her other hand.

"If you've got all my cocks, the least you can do is finger me, you cow tittied bitch." The females voice said from somewhere out of sight past the black ass and the bottom of the bathroom sink that were all Jessica could see.

Jessica writhed in ecstasy on that bathroom floor, atop the man buried in her ass, around the man pummeling her hot cunt and the one filling her mouth, beneath the man fucking her tits. Her hands clutched and pumped a cock on the one side and a cunt on the other as some unknown hands kneaded at her tits while pushing them together for a tighter fuck for the Shrew. She was in a blissful place and wanted it to last forever. 

But, nothing this good can last forever. Jessica's fifth orgasm was wracking her body as she felt the cock in her ass begin to twitch and jerk.

"Oof." Tank growled. "I'm cumming in her ass."

"Aw shit. I can fucking feel it, man." Someone, she guessed the one in her puss, said. "God damn. I'm gonna fucking blow my load too."

Jessica felt a scream burble out of her throat around the cock filling it as she felt the hot blasts of sperm coating her inside.

"Damn!" The cock in her throat pulled back and his hand began jerking spasmodically along the shaft.

Realizing what was happening, Jessica closed her eyes just as she saw that cock twitch against his fisting. The first burst of hot, sticky cum coated her from her chin along the line of her nose to her forehead. The second, sure enough, landed on her tightly closed eyelid. She could feel it pooling in the corner as the last landed hotly at her hairline.

She felt the cock in her hand twitch a mere second before the pussy in her other. A hot wetness slicked the skin of one arm while a wet heat coated the other. Only one cock left unspent and it was pummeling her bust for all those bodacious breasts were worth. Finally, a grunt heralded a thick thumping splatter against the bottom of her chin just before it hit.

"Holy shit!" The other girl's voice brayed laughter. "She looks like a fucking glazed donut. That was fucking hot, guys. Thank you."

"Any time, slut. Any time." Tank was saying. "You know where to reach us if you ever want to try it again."

Jessica could feel the weight moving off of her and away, but couldn't open her eyes because of the hot, sticky mess on her face. Then, there was just the bulk of the man beneath her and then he, too, was moving, lifting her off of him and to one side. Then there was just the cool tile of the floor against her heated skin.

Jessica curled there as she heard people moving around. She felt something pressed into her hand as she heard the door open.

"To wipe the cum off your face and out of your eye." Shrew's voice said.

And then the tap tap tap of his boots walked away from her, leaving her alone on the floor of the park's men's room.

Gradually, Jessica stirred and began moving to climb to her feet. She swiped the cloth in her hand against her eye and, once it was cleared, opened it as she used the sink to pull herself to her feet. Her eyes fell on the letters on the scrap of cloth first.

"JABS?" Jessica muttered to herself. "What the fuck is 'JABS'?"

She raised her eyes to her reflection and started to laugh. She did resemble a glazed donut a little.

"Well, I guess I can mark a toilet gangbang off my bucket list." Jessica shook her head as she gathered her blouse and skirt and pulled them on. "If I had ever thought to put it on."

A woman was watching small children playing on the playground nearby as Jessica slunk out of the men's room. She guiltily plucked at her blouse where it was sticking to the cum drying on her chest.

"Talk about a walk of shame." Jessica muttered to herself as she tried to stride confidently down the walkway towards her car, sure all the while that the kiddies mommy would look at her and see the streaks of cum drying on her skin.

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as she shut the car door and started the engine. She drove straight home and took a shower.

Afterwards, as she was putting the soiled clothing in the hamper, she noticed the scrap of cloth she had wiped her face with, with the letters JABS on it. Frowning, she shut the lid on her dirty laundry and turned to her computer.

"Okay, Google. What can you tell me?" Jessica muttered as she began to search the net. "Somehow I don't think it's a type of punch. What else have you got?"

Finally, after several pages of false leads, she found something that surprised a laugh out of her. Jessica sat back in her chair and giggled uncontrollably as she read the text on the page from the link.

"Just another bathroom slut? How kinky can you be?
One or more men wait to fulfill your fantasy.
Message to this address for a rendezvous with destiny."



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My husband and I do not have a wonderful sex life. While I like him because he is kind and considerate, and relatively well off - he takes care of me financially - he is not very good in the sack. So I sleep with other men. But because he is particular about fidelity, I constantly have to sneak around behind his back - not that this represents a moral concern for me, you understand, just a logistical one. The type of bloke I go for, moreover, is the diametrical opposite to my husband: good looking for sure (not that my husband isn't, especially), and not brutish as such, but definitely macho; arrogant and conceited, the kind of guy who wants me only for his momentary pleasure and isn't too bothered if we never see each other again after the act. My husband, on the other hand, obviously loves me deeply, and, if I am honest, I confess there is something that really turns me on about giving myself away so cheaply to strangers, whilst he must pay dearly for the smallest scrap of my affection.

To give you some idea of the lengths I have to go to in order to preserve appearances, however, while at the same time get the satisfaction I crave, let me describe the events that took place the other night while we were out at a restaurant. 

It was during one of his business trips, which I never normally accompany him on, but on which this time he had invited me, in some sunny European clime. I had to hide my slight disappointment when I was forced into accepting, however, as although I would normally enjoy a brief sojourn abroad - I often use the ruse of a girly city-break with my friends as an excuse for a rampant weekend of debauchery - this time I was particularly looking forward to reaping the fruit of a certain tryst I had been cultivating with a gentlemen in our Barbican apartment block. But he had whinged on that it would be great for me to accompany him, how he always missed me so much, and how the firm would be paying the expenses so he would personally stump up the extra for a posher suite, which made it impossible for me to decline. 

So I agreed, reluctantly, with a pout and a flutter, how I would deign to join him as long as he made it worth my while by taking me out in the evenings and giving me shopping money for during the day. He agreed readily, with a twinkle in his eye, and I knew then (with an internal grimace of boredom) that I would thus be expected to sleep with him as part of the bargain; it was inevitably he would consider it 'romantic', wherever we were. This I was prepared to put up with, however, in the presumption that while he was out at his conference I would be able to search out some real talent and satisfy my desire in absentia.

As bad luck would have it, however, there was no talent to speak of; at least none that readily presented itself. Most of the good-looking men seemed to be hiding somewhere sunnier, or the ones I did spy about were either taken, ignoring my advances, or both. What was more it rained for most of each daytime, only drying up a little in the evenings which we were then condemned to spend together, chatting aimlessly about his day at work over wine and a dinner in some local low-market bistro. By the end of the third day I was fed up to tears, and frustrated with only his limp ministrations in the bedroom to pleasure me by; which never seemed to last long enough or go hard enough to really do the job. His penis was just the wrong side of average to really hit the spot, and where we didn't have sex all that often he too was frustrated and always came too soon, just as I was starting to get going. On our fourth and final night, however, I did finally find my man.

We had gone out to dinner and I was moody and coquettish, spurning his attempts to cheer or amuse me in his usual idiotic way - which occasionally has its charm, I admit, but which this day was no substitute for what I really needed. But when we got to the restaurant I was pleasantly surprised by the presence of a handsome and broad-shouldered waiter, who would tend to us during the dinner service. I determined from the start that this was the mark I had been looking for, and one way or another to have my way with him (or more accurately to let him have his way with me!). Even as we walked in, therefore, I was casting him my most blatant and lustrous glances.

As dinner progressed, whenever my husband's eyes were averted, I would throw our waiter a sultry stare, or brush the back of his thigh with my hand as he poured the wine beside me, motioning to my husband with the other to apprehend the charming décor in the window, or the town lights glistening on the sea surface outside. I did everything but pinch the guy's backside in front of my husband, but the latter never noticed and the former, to his credit, reacted with utmost proficiency and never once responded overtly to my advances. I knew well, however, that he had received my message loud and clear.

As the evening pressed on my husband began to yawn and play tired. I thus perked up a bit and begged that I was only just enjoying myself for the first time of the holiday, and couldn't we please order another bottle and another dessert to share. He agreed, somewhat reluctantly, looking at me a little suspiciously and eying the waiter every now and then as if he had somehow cottoned on to our exchange of glances whenever his back was turned. But he didn't let the notion take him, and instead condescended to patronise my entreaties.

Basically, my plan was to dwell him up a bit till the restaurant started to thin out - I could already see our waiter nursing a beer by the bar between bussing tables - then I would make some excuse to use the ladies' room and bribe a waitress to distract him while I was away; looking about, the pickings were slim, but I spotted one of the girls who was not too plain or flat-chested and figured she would be enough to do the job. Then I would take the waiter off into the bathroom and have him fuck me the way I wanted. 

And it worked. After a little while longer a big party that had been dining on the other side of the restaurant departed, and that left only a few sparsely populated tables which the other staff could handle. The lights were low, candles shimmering in their cut glass containers on the table tops, and I made my excuses and got up. On my way past the bar I stopped to talk to the waitress, ostensibly to ask her which way the bathroom was but really to slip her a twenty and tell her to look after my husband. She played dumb at first, looking at me in puzzlement, but I upped the anti with another twenty and nodded discreetly in the direction of the waiter. He caught my gaze and took his cue, abdicating his bar stool and moving off into the back. She nodded in understanding and wiggled off as best she could to a table just beyond his, making sure to knock my husband 'accidentally' with her rear on the way by and then follow up with a bit of flirty chit-chat. Meanwhile, I followed the waiter into the back.

When I got round the corner he was standing by the bathroom door, holding it open for me like a gentleman, and signifying the 'out of order' sign he'd cleverly hung on the front of it. I giggled quietly and let him shepherd me into the tiny cubicle which he locked behind us. 

As soon as I turned to face him he ripped the front of by blouse down roughly, popping off the top few buttons which rattled and pinged on the floor. Then he began groping my chest coarsely, squeezing my two generous tits together and pointing my nipples upwards provocatively. I tussled my hair and threw my head back for him, moaning loudly, at which motion he dived his head downwards and enveloped my mounds in his mouth, curling his tongue round each nipple and sucking them hungrily. Already I was wild with sexual appetite, and knowing we didn't have long pulled his face up to mine and kissed him passionately upon the mouth. He groped his hands up the sides of my legs, pushing my flouncy little skirt up and pulling my moist panties to one side efficiently. The man exuded experience. 

With one hand on my arse and the other between my legs, he slipped a hot finger deep into my aching wet pussy and began stroking it in and out. I continued to kiss him and smother his face with my lips, licking his neck and biting his ears and shoulders playfully. I was really beginning to enjoy myself and squeaked and giggled ecstatically.

When I felt myself nearing orgasm, I pulled away and sat down on the dark wooden toilet seat. Spreading my legs, I unzipped his trousers and unbuckled his belt impatiently. I slid his boxers down around his ankles. His long fat cock sprang to attention. It was not yet fully erect, but very clean and of the same Latin complexion as the rest of his tanned skin. It smelt lightly fragranced, too, as though it had been thoroughly and recently washed with scented soap. I took it in my mouth hungrily and sucked on it, soon coaxing it to its full size and strength with the flat of my eager tongue.

Just as my head was beginning to bob up and down his shaft with nice momentum, however, moaning quietly with delight as I worked, there was a knock at the door. 

'Darling, are you ok in there?' Came the hesitant voice of my husband. 

I extracted the large dick from my chops for just long enough to stammer between mouthfuls, 

'Yes dear. Just got a bit of a funny tummy. I won't be long,' 

Then I burrowed my mouth again around the bulging member. My husband persisted. 

'Are you sure, is there anything I can get you?' He said with concern. 

Slightly annoyed this time, from again having to abandon my ministrations, I retorted with impatience, 

'I said I'll be fine, just go and wait at the table and I'll be out as soon as I'm able.' 

As I spoke I flicked the tip of the waiter's thick shaft with my tongue, and kissed the bell-end affectionately while grinning up at him. He just smiled down at me and ruffled his hands through my hair gently, pulling me towards him playfully even as I was uttering my last words. As his cock thrust deep into my orifice I heard my husband walking away hesitantly from behind the door, back to his seat at the lonesome table.

After another few minutes I raised myself up again and kissed my lover greedily, sloshing my tongue around fervently in his mouth and affording him the delicious taste of his own cock and pre-cum. He gripped my buttocks firmly with both hands, and pulled me roughly towards him, returning my kisses with vigour. As I pulled away to flick my hair back, I caught sight of the slutty figure I cut in the tarnished wall mirror. My blonde wavey hair was dishevelled atop my head, my cheeks flushed and my lipstick smudged to a lustful sneer. My two tanned tits were tumbled out of my ruined blouse, and my skirt was hitched up about my waste. The waiter cocked my leg in the crook of his arm and raised it up, before slipping my wet panties efficiently to the side again and sticking his long hard dick straight into my pussy. A tidal wave of pleasure tumbled me in its spume. 

He started pounding me rigorously. His motions were rhythmical and relentless, not too fast and not too slow, while with his other hand he cupped my buttocks and guided me firmly back and forth, back and forth in tandem with his steady thrusts. I lolled my head back, closing my eyes and hanging my arms around his neck for support, while he bent periodically to bury his head in my bosom. I willed him to take me where he would.

Just as I was approaching my climax, tossing my head about deliriously in the first splashes of orgasm, again a knock came at the door. The waiter didn't stop but continued his motions, bucking my derriere firmly to and fro and sliding his penis in and out of my pussy as quietly as he could without breaking stride, in deep, passionate thrusts. 

'What is it now?' I snapped, panting heavily and unable to control my temper. I had to bite my lip to stop from squealing out. My husband came back meekly, 

'I just thought I'd check on you again, you seemed to be taking so long.' 

I tried not to let my voice waver too much, as another violent shudder of orgasm gripped me, 

'I told you I'm not feeling too good,' I stammered, 'Stop being such a grandmother and go back to our seats,' 

I faded a little as I went on, as the waiter was planting little delicate kisses upon my neck and chin and working his way up surely towards my mouth, all the while continuing to fuck me with sure, steady strokes. 

'Why don't you get our coats and pay the bill, and we can leave when I'm out in a second. I'll want to go home when I'm done,' I blurted out tersely, just as the waiter enveloped my mouth with his own, entwining his strong tongue around mine and shaking the very core of my body with his long, powerful lunges. 

My husband sounded unsure - perhaps he perceived our frantic motions through the door; surely he must have heard something? But he voiced his assent and retreated once more to our table. 

As he departed my orgasm subsided, and just as the last waves were leaving me I felt the waiter tense and jerk a little, pulling me to him tightly as he shot his hot load deep into my ready pussy. I felt the eruption explode between my legs, and a little cum squelch out the sides of my cunt with the force of it, as I kissed his neck and ears tenderly and squeezed his buttocks with my hands, as if milking the juices out of him. He gave a few more shudders and his penis spasmed, filling my pussy with his warm spunk, and then collapsed a little in my arms, flopping his head onto my bosom. I brought a nipple to his mouth for a quick suck, before raising it to my own for a long final kiss. 

He extracted himself and bent to retrieve his trousers and pants from his ankles. My panties snapped back where they should have been all along, and I felt his cum begin to slowly drip out of me into the gusset; I only hoped it would soak up the massive load, as my tiny knickers were already pretty sopping and it would be difficult to explain to my husband the origin of a long glistening trail down my inner thighs as we walked home in the moonlight! 

The waiter slipped out the door and I did my best to straighten my appearance in the mirror, removing my lipstick as best I could with a tissue and putting my boobs back into my ripped blouse. I looked exactly like a girl who had just received the ride of her life. The top few buttons of my blouse were missing, of course, but the garment just about held together, and if I clasped my coat with my folded arms as we walked (it, too, had no buttons by design) I might just about keep my modesty intact. Lastly, I straightened my skirt and hitched it down to an appropriate height around my midriff - it was really quite short and low-ride anyway - and made my way back to the table.

I must have cut a sorry figure, as my husband stood when I approached him and a look of surprise and concern washed over his features. 

'Oh my God!' He exclaimed, 'Have you been sick?' 

I nodded meekly, still a little shaky from the power of the orgasm I had just enjoyed, and averted my gaze. He went to put his arm around me, but I evaded him with the excuse of putting on my jacket. He caught site of my blouse as I did so, and looked up at me, a hint of suspicion suddenly clouding his eyes. 

'What happened to your shirt?' He enquired almost forcefully. 

I scrambled for an answer and mumbled something unconvincing about ripping it on my bracelet as I bent my head over the toilet bowl. Luckily, my waiter came to the rescue again by asking, 

'Did you enjoy the service?' He spoke from behind my husband's back as he helped him into his jacket, winking at me boldly at the double entendre. My husband responded in the affirmative, while I only murmured demurely, casting a look at the ground and stifling a grin as I did so. 

'Come on!' I blurted impatiently, 'I told you don't feel well, I want to go home.'

As we walked along the beach front, illuminated spectacularly by the silver light of the moon, a fresh breeze flowed in from the sea. It slipped its fingers beneath my pleated floral skirt, whispering between my legs and turning my sodden panties quite cool with its midnight touch. I could feel the waiter's spunk still oozing out of me, and I clenched my legs together as I walked to stop it dripping too far down my legs before we got home. My husband took me for being cold and hugged an arm around my shoulders, which I actually accepted quite gratefully, and used my hands to hold my coat together across my otherwise exposed breasts; the shirt having simply ceased to fulfill its function by now. When I caught him glancing down between them, however, I admonished him gently, saying I was too ill for any 'rumpy-pumpy' tonight, and just wanted to be cuddled. He kissed me gently on the hand and promised to do whatever I wanted, and we walked back like that to the hotel.



Out Of Order



"Do you want to touch it?"

Before I could reply she thrust my hand to her crotch. Tentatively I rubbed her pussy through the tight lycra of her leggings. 

"Faster Alex! Harder!"

She grinded up harder into me pumping her hand up and down my cock as I rubbed harder causing a ripple of friction between my fingers and the lycra. I took my moist and sticky fingers to Katy's lips and sunk them in. She bit down hard sucking them in. 

"Mmmmmmm!"

I couldn't resist it any more. I sank my fingers down the waistband of her leggings feeling the moist warmth of her pussy. Katy slid down to sit on the toilet seat allowing me to spread her legs apart. I slid the tight lycra down to reveal an extremely wet lightly pink tinged hairy pussy. 

"Oh shit! Sorry Alex I completely forgot. You don't have to go down on me it's fine..."

I ignored her and explored her vagina using my tongue as a guide. Gliding clockwise over her clitoris I felt her whole body tense, her moans becoming louder and louder. I circled faster hoping my knowledge of American Pie would get me through. The smell was overpowering, sweat and sticky juices clung to the thick bush of hair circling her pussy. 

"Ok Alex enough, enough!"

I kept going despite her protestations enjoying the flurry of liquid squirting into my face. I wasn't sure of what I was doing swinging my tongue across her pink lips tasting a pungent cocktail of flavours that were repulsive and tantalising in equal measure. I was vulnerable, out of control not stopping to think of where I'd be in ten, twenty, thirty minutes – just enjoying the moment. 

"Alexxxxxxx!"

I sat up and grinned at her. She breathed out in delight. I stood up my cock still rock hard. 22 years of hard time had stored up some stamina. 

"Alex are you sure you want to have your first with me?"

"Certain."

"Come here."

I moved over to her. 

"Come on then Alex, grab my legs – yes like that."

I pulled her legs upward so only back rested against the hard toilet seat. It couldn't have been very comfortable but then this hadn't exactly been planned. I positioned my cock over her pussy – better not fuck this one up Alex, come on. 

"Here let me help"

Katy guided my cock into her tight hole breathing out as I entered. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

Man it was warm! We were both so wet on every push a loud squelch drowned out my heavy breathing. I was straining every muscle desperate not to blow. Katy's eyes were closed, her mouth slightly ajar. Beads of sweat had trickled down into a pool between her breasts. Gripping her calf tighter I slowed my rhythm trying to make every push count. 

"So basically mate it's just the flush on the urinals right?"

I lurched backward my cock sliding out of Katy's soaking lips. In desperation I grabbed Katy's legs to stay upright. She gripped the side of the toilet terrified. We stared at each other in horror shaking our heads in disbelief. How could I be so stupid? I'd lost all sense of the world around me, completely intoxicated in Katy's thrall. I saw she was trying to hold her breath just as I was. Straining every muscle our abs contracted but seeing Katy's beautifully toned abs pull in sent a spasm of excitement up my spine. I couldn't hold on. My cock was bursting to explode. 

"Alright well this shouldn't be too hard mate, probably need an hour or so."

"Oh that's a great relief. I thought we had a real problem."

We do have a real problem! How long were they going to go on chatting? And an hour?! Fuck fuck fuck! 

"Yeah it doesn't usually happen to these ones y'know, Armitage Shanks are usually fool proof. Don't have many problems with 'em..."

I winced in agony as I breathed out as quietly as I possibly could. The whoosh seemed to rise a thousand decibels in that split second. I waited for the inevitable. 

"I can't guarantee that there'll be ready for use until tomorrow but I'll do me best alright?"

"No of course not as long as they are fixed by tomorrow it's fine."

Miraculously they hadn't heard! But now I had another pressing problem. The pain in my abdomen was so great my eyes had begun to water. I had to release. Katy seemed to clock looking at me with dismay and worry. I shook my head at her helplessly. She beckoned to me to come closer with a nod of her head. What was her plan? I leaned in inching my cock forwards. This was even worse: her lips were inches from my throbbing tip. She shook her head motioning downwards with a nod. I stared at her confused. She gave me an exasperated look pushing my cock downwards to her pussy. What? She wanted more? This wasn't the time! I looked at her bemused. 

"Cum inside me." She mouthed.

I must have misunderstood. I raised my eyebrows questioningly but she mouthed the same response again. Outside I could hear the plumber rummaging for something. Clearly the other guy had gone. How hadn't I heard him go? Admittedly I did have a severe distraction...

"Are you serious?" I mouthed back at Katy.

She nodded and maybe I was mistaken but I thought I caught a glint in her eye. Painstakingly I lowered my penis and inserted slowly into Katy's squelchy lips. 

Gripping the wall with one hand, I raised the other to my mouth to silence the sigh of relief as I released what felt like a gallon of milk. Katy had her fist in her mouth but her head was arched back in a strange sort of reverie. 

White sticky fluid was flowing from her pussy over my cock and onto her grey jumper that had fallen into the worst and well most convenient spot in terms of silencing the splatter. Man this was a mess! I slid my cock out of her sopping lips strands of glue slipping to the floor. 

"Alright mate? Yeah it's Gaz, yeah I'm gonna need to come up to the van...where did you park mate?"

We held our breath. 

"Alright mate I'll be up in a sec."

The door swung open and then – silence. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh."

I drizzled the remaining drops off my cock onto Katy's chest with a huge sigh of relief. Katy did the same leaning back against the wall breathing hard. 

"Katy you should probably go first...before he comes back I mean....I don't want to hurry you but I..."

"No Alex you're right can you pick up my jumper please."

Hurriedly we dressed, our clothes clinging to our drenched skin. Katy stuffed her jumper into her bag and opened the door. 

"Well I guess this is it then?"

Half a smile crossed Katy's face. A sly glint in her eye. She leaned into me and whispered in my ear with her soft thin lips. 

"Until next time Alex."