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Busted Ch. 01

By: psymonkros



"First of all, we have house rules." Allie said, wagging her finger under my nose in mock-seriousness.

"House rules?" I thought to myself. We just got here for a visit, and already our hostess is telling us there are rules? What is this, reform school?

"Rules?" I prompted, cautiously.

"Yes." She said, crisply. "One, we are nudists, so no clothes are allowed inside the house."

Oh, okay. That one I'm good with.

"How about jewelry?" Eve asked. She likes to wear a ton of jewelry when she's naked.

"Jewelry is not clothing." Allie pronounced, and then got a thoughtful look. "Seductionwear is okay, as long as it comes off eventually."

"Okay. And...?"

"Second, we are eroticists. Everything we do is erotic, so no one can pass another at any time without touching each other in an intimate way. The more intimate and erotic, the better."

My eyebrows shot up. That sounds like an interesting rule in itself. "What else?"

"Pursuant to rule two, you are not allowed bathe yourself. You must always have someone else bathe you. No exceptions."

I could feel my loins stirring. There were two of them, and only one of me. Girls, that is. These were the best rules I ever heard of.

"Lastly, jealousy is forbidden, as is straying, and the word `no' is frowned upon. Are we agreed?"

I gave a look to my woman, Eve, who shrugged her shoulders, nodded and said "I guess so."

Damn straight. She was the one who thought of making the trip to visit Allie in the first place. Both women turned and looked quizzically at me. Like they had to guess.

"I'll..try to be a good boy." I said with mock-piety matching Allie's mock-seriousness. "Now what?"

"Let's get naked!" Allie squealed, and began to pull her tight T-shirt over her head.

A little background here. Eve and I have been together for years, and have the perfect marriage. Both of us are nymphomaniacs, although the proper term for a man is "satyrisis." We just like to fuck. Allie is an old friend from when we all lived together in another time and place. Just out of college, we all lived together in this one huge attic room of an old house that had been converted to an apartment. Clothing was optional in those days too, and we just lived a lotus-eating existence.

Allie was such a nympho in those days too, and she used to spin her tales of sexual adventure for us to pant and drool over, stories of threesomes, foursomes, sixsomes...boys, girls, boys and girls, girls and boys, she liked it everywhichaway. Eve and I were a little more into each other at the time, but every so often we took a lover together and gorged ourselves on sex, sex, and more sex while it lasted.

Times change, though. We all got jobs, then the jobs got better, or in distant cities, and our little commune eventually dissolved. Allie moved to the southwest, while we moved first to the west coast, then back east, then south.

One night, after a particularly fine one-on-one session, Eve suddenly sat up (after her legs quit trembling), and said: "Why don't we go visit Allie?"

She knew there would be no argument from me. Our last lover had been a wonderful man, as bi- a boy as I, but he found a woman and fell in love, and she wasn't into multiples. You get the picture. We were both horny for some more group-gropering, and for Eve to pick Allie could only mean that she had a taste for girl-girl.

Eve and Allie had been together once way back when. Eve told me about it later, that she and Allie had gone out shopping one day while I was at work, and had come back to the attic and taken a shower together, with more in the bedroom later. When I heard about it I was pissed. Not because she had gone behind my back, but because they hadn't included me!

Allie is a dark-haired woman with a rather voluptuous build. She liked to tan at a nudist resort, and would always get dark all over (yes, even there) every summer, with no tan lines. Eve, on the other hand, is more petite-slender, almost paper-white, as true celtic redheads are. It makes her nipples sooo pink! Allie was voluptuous, Eve was slender and girlish. Allie had jugs, Eve had perky titties. Next to them (a place I like to be), I have arms that tan brown to just above the elbow where my shirtsleeves end, and around my face and neck where the collar of my shirt lies. What can I say, I work a lot and don't have the time or patience to lie out in the sun. Besides, if I did tan I wouldn't want tan lines, but I don't have a nearby place to do it in the buff.

"STOP!" I commanded, and Allie paused, with her shirt up around her shoulders. She looked at me with a frown.

"Five point penalty for removal of your own clothes. If you can't bathe yourself, you can't remove your own clothes either." I crossed my arms across my chest in a "cop" pose and acted like I had a "gotcha," which I did.

Immediately seeing my point, Allie dropped her shirt back down and held her arms straight up like a child waiting to be undressed.

Slowly, I moved behind her and slipped my hands under her shirt, and against her sides, just below those stupendous tits of hers. Ever so slowly I slid my hands up her skin, cupping her fine jugs and pulling her back against me. Allie purred like a cat and melted to me like butter. I slipped her shirt off and repeated the action with her satiny red gym shorts, making sure to get a good feel of her fine ass and thighs in the process.

Standing again behind this naked dark-skinned goddess, I took her shoulders and whispered in her ear: "Your turn." And pushed her gently toward Eve. Shit, what a mistake!

I'm a guy, right? And what is it that we guys like to see more than anything else? Two girls getting it on, right? Only now I had made it illegal to pull off my own clothes to get at my stiffness, which needed immediate adjustment NOW! I'll never make that mistake again!

Allie slowly approached Eve, who was also wearing a T-shirt and shorts with nothing on under them. She cupped Eve's breasts, and gently kissed her on the lips. Eve has always said she preferred men over women, and to be sure I've never kissed a guy myself, although I've certainly sucked and jacked a lot of cocks. Their first kiss was close-lipped, but then Allie opened hers and began to tug at Eve's lips with her teeth. Eventually, Eve opened hers and the two girls went full-in with each other.

Eve began to squeeze Allie's breasts, as Allie slipped Eve's pants off, letting them drop to the floor, then she began to finger Eve's bush, as the two embraced each other tighter and tighter.

I'm dying here. I can't just take a "five-point penalty," they'd never let me live it down! But all I can do is watch! Eve was beginning to heat up, and I could now smell the two girls' bouquets. Eve's breathing became more rapid, and she began to grunt and bite her lip, but I knew she wouldn't cum, because I knew how she liked to sequence her first climaxes.

Eve backed away from Allie suddenly, then embraced her and turned her face towards me. "Let's get him!" she said.

Uh, oh. I'm about to get sexually assaulted. Cool!

Both women were Cosmo-reading "fashionistas" in "real" life. Both knew how to "cat-walk," that strutting way of crossing each leg in front of the other when strutting, the better to make the hips (and tits) sway. When it's done like a predatory cat closing for the kill it's irresistible. They circled me and pressed against me, making me the meat in a girl-girl sandwich. Okay!

Eve worked at my shorts, while Allie pulled my shirt, and in a second I was naked too. Allie reached for my cock and experimentally stroked it a time or two.

"What's it like to ride him, Evie?" she asked.

"Oh, he usually rides me." Eve replied. "I like it on my back."

"What, no doggiestyle?"

"I've always been too small for that."

Allie looked at me. "You poor boy! How long has it been since you took a woman from behind?"

It had actually been longer than Eve and I had been together, which is to say a very long time. She didn't like it, and I had quit asking long ago.

"Well," Allie said, "I just love it from behind! You'll have to give it to me hard, understand?" She gave my cock an extra squeeze when she gushed the word "hard."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Hey, Evie," she said, "let's suck him up good and hard and ride him `till he pops, whatcha' say?"

"Okay. What technique do you like to use when you're blowing a guy?"

"It's a combination of mouth and hands." Allie replied. "Watch!" And with that she shifted around in front of me, knelt down and took my whole package in both her hands. Eve knelt beside her, like an attentive student.

Eve had actually already learned from a master. Yes, that's master in the masculine sense. That lover we had that found a woman? He was a wizard of cock! Nobody knows how to blow you better than another guy, because we have the same set of buttons. After a couple of sessions watching him she could suck as well as the best of them, all the way down to the base. Whatta woman!

When Allie began to slide her lips down one side of my shaft, Eve began on the other. Soon, their lips met over my cock and I was in the middle of their making out. I looked down and could see hands exploring tits and slits. Soon, they both slid off the end (whew!), and began to kiss, stroke, and fondle each other for real. Gladly, I took over operation of my twang and watched the show.

They both raised up on their knees and twined in embrace, their breasts pressed tight together. Few things in this world are so beautiful as two beautiful women, naked, and making love. I knelt beside them and stroked their backs and behinds as they kissed, gently working my fingers between their legs.

Both were moist with feminine honey. They started a little as I touched their labia, but opened wider to allow me access. I had to move so close that my cock pressed against their hips to reach both cunts, but I soon had a rhythm going, and both girls began to grunt and moan as they began to heat.

Suddenly, Eve broke away, which mystified Allie. "It's okay." I said to her. "This is how she gets her motor running. Watch!"

I brought Allie under my wing, and she wrapped her arm around my back, as Eve took a towel and lay on her back, very stiff and still, eyes closed. She put the towel over her slit and began to rub her nubbin through the cloth. Mesmerized, Allie reflexively reached for my cock without taking her eyes from the scene before her. Naturally, I took one of her fine boobs in my hand and pulled her tighter. Little by little, Eve began to stiffen and stretch like a cat as she reached her first peak, then relaxed on the downslope. Allie looked at me in wonder, but I only gave her a smile and a wink that said "Keep watching."

I disengaged from Allie with a brief kiss and a tweak of her nipple, then lay close to Eve and gently laid my hand around her throat. "As if you were going to choke me." Were her original instructions about this, which I found frightening at first, but which later became such a charge once I learned how to do it right. Allie moved around to the other side, watching intently.

I felt Eve begin her rhythm again, and ever so slowly I began to stiffen my hand around her neck. Not tighten, stiffen. There was actually very little pressure on my woman's neck, rather it was the tension in my hand against her collarbone she was feeling. She began to make little kitten-mewing sounds as she neared the top, and at last arched her back off the floor as she climaxed. Still, she made no move or sound, her eyes still shut.

Allie began to stroke her breast as she began again. Both of us could feel the power that was building. "Come on, baby, cum for me. Rub that cunt. Get it good and wet. I want to dump a load in you. Come on, baby, cum on...cum on...cum on.." I matched her tempo with my whispers, my lips now close to her ear. Allie moved her lips to her nipple.

Allie erupted in a monumental climax, moaning out as if she had been struck, then curled tightly into a fetal ball. Gently, I stroked her side and legs while she recovered.

"Wow!" Allie said, thunderstruck. "Does she always do this?"

"Every time." I quietly replied. "Now, get ready."

After a moment, Eve came suddenly out of her ball and attacked us both like a cat in heat. She grabbed my cock and wrapped her arm behind my head and started frenching with a vengeance. I reached blindly for Allie, who joined us, and we three locked lips, our tongues dancing together. She opened her legs a little wider to allow me access, and her smooth-shaved slit was wet with her juices.

I could tell that Allie was fingering Eve, and both were beginning to heat up from the stroking. Fortunately, I don't easily cum from someone else stroking me, so their grunts of pleasure only heightened my own excitement, without bringing me too close to the edge. Both girls reached the peak together and ran over the top, collapsing onto each other, and sinking to the floor. It's MY turn now!

Gently, I parted Allie's legs and positioned myself to feast on her cunt. From the way she moaned and arched when I landed, I could tell that this bitch was in serious heat. I looked up to see Eve feeding her one of her breasts, and Allie's hips just wouldn't hold still as I licked her. I had to grab her velvet-silk thighs to hold her steady, and locked onto her clit. She rocketed over the top, screeching her climax loudly, and then lay still, panting.

Eve's turn, except I used my fingers. I crawled up next to her and laid her down. We necked for a few minutes, and I used the opportunity to feel her fine little body up, her tits, her cunt, her thighs, her belly...I like to feel up naked girls!

She liked it too, judging by the increased speed of her breathing. Finally, I parted her nether lips with my finger, laying it on her like a hot dog in a bun and gently sawing back and forth. She was gushing wet, and I slipped my middle finger in, curling it up to reach her G-spot. Eve stiffened and arched, and grabbed me even tighter, holding on for her dear life as I finger-frigged her, then I switched to flicking that little volcano inside with my fingertip. That did it. She blew up like a bomb and began thrashing her arms around as she came.

Allie to the rescue. My cock was throbbing now, visibly twitching from my excitement. In one gulp Allie deep-throated me and put on the suction. Sure, tear it out by the roots, I don't care! She maneuvered over me and smashed her messy cunt hard into my face, all the time without letting me out of her mouth. I grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her even more and began to eat her box as hard as I could. Soon, I felt another pair of lips begin to suck at my nutsack. "If a woman wants your cock, give it to her!" suddenly flashed through my mind. Yup!

Before long, Allie shuddered and climaxed, then lost steam and dismounted. I wondered what to do next, but Eve took her place. Eve was a little harder to get to, since she was shorter than Allie, and her sweet slit was out of reach unless I held my head up off the floor, which I knew I couldn't do for long. I thrashed about for a pillow, but all were on the couch, out of reach. Allie took a minute to comprehend, but saw what I was pointing at and came to the rescue.

Now, I ate pussy! Eve got her pussy eaten. See Dick eat Jane! Eat, Dick, eat! Jane likes Dick. Jane likes Dick to eat her pussy. Dick likes eating Jane's pussy. Jane likes getting her pussy eaten, but she likes Dick (dick?) more, and with that, she changed position and impaled herself on my cock (Hah! Bet you thought I was going to say "dick" again, didn't you?), riding cowgirl-style. That was a switch! That's just how excited she was, I thought to myself.

I brought my knees up behind her for support and let her slide up and down on my rod herself. Allie joined in, squeezing Eve's tits and frenching her. Eve quickened her pace, and I had the time of my life trying to hold off. After all, I have TWO women here.

This time I was lucky, and Eve peaked quickly. I was right on the edge and holding on for dear life. The thought of mounting Allie like a stallion and slamming my cock into her from behind was in my mind, but it wasn't helping things while Eve was riding me. Normally, if I'm in a woman that's it, that's the end of the evening. Soon, Eve got off, and Allie looked at me to see if it was her turn now.

"Take me and ride me hard. Now!" She hissed. "I need cock!" She turned and dropped to all fours, her bare ass blatantly displayed for me, her jugs dangling straight down. How does she know that I like this most of all? Of course, of all women in this world, a nympho like Allie would know what signals sexual readiness to a male, or female for that matter.

I mused for a moment, and admired the view. The most submissive pose possible. Her legs slightly apart, her bare cunt completely exposed to view, her funbags swaying gently with the slightest of movement. The flare of her hips signaling "FEMALE" at the top of the evolutionary scale...gotta love that in a woman!

Apparently I was taking too long for her, for she began to beg me: "Mount me! Take me! Please take me now! I need you, I need your cock in my cunt! Pleeeze!" All those exclamation points only made it better. I love it when a woman gets desperate.

I took my time, feeling her up. I crawled around her, squeezing her tits, stroking the inside of her thighs, fingering her pussy and bung. Made her cum again with my fingers, fed her my cock and fucked her mouth for a minute or two, just to show her who was boss. I tortured her with this game of "keep-away." I treated her like a prize cow at the State Fair judging ring. Her pleas only got louder and dirtier: "Goddamn it, why won't you fuck me? I need you to fuck me now! I gotta have cock! Gimme that stallion cock of yours! I need you to ram it in my cunt and pound my ass! C'mon boy, fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!!!"

And with that I grabbed two handsful of her fine wide brown ass and mounted her, thrusting in to the hilt which turned her last word into a scream, and she collapsed her head and shoulders onto the floor, thrusting her ass skyward to receive me. I paused for what seemed an eternity. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder to see why I was waiting. Only then did I begin the rhythm.

Ever so slowly did I withdraw, and ever so slowly did I thrust back. Allie groaned from the depths of her being as I pushed back in. Eve sat up and watched the show intently as I withdrew and thrust again, a little faster this time, like a steam locomotive starting up. Allie was so slick inside I could barely feel her, and she wasn't as tight as Eve, but so what? My cock was sliding in and out, and what with the heat my balls were hanging low, swinging back and forth, slapping her mound with each stroke, until...

A hand slipped between my legs and cupped my balls. Eve came close against me and kissed me on the cheek, her signal that she approved. Then she squeezed my nuts hard and I jerked stiff and slammed even harder into Allie, who cried out again in passion. I became a wild man and all but lost control, mating with this female like a lion and his queen. I jerked Allie's ass against my crotch as hard as I could, shoving my cock into her cunt as hard as I could. I was lost in the moment, a tiny being attached to a penis the size of a rhino as I fucked Allie like a wild animal. Higher and higher, harder and harder, I felt the juice rising in me, and grunted through my clenched teeth like I do when I'm bench pressing my limit. Finally, I let go and began shooting what seemed like gallons of hot, white cream into Allie's cunt, which sent her screaming over the top as well. Even Eve was making noises, the electricity of our cumming flowing through her as well.

We all collapsed in a pile together. Amazingly, we didn't give off any steam or smoke. There was free-for-all kissing, hugging and stroking, then a lot of giggling. At last, Eve raised herself up above us, hands on her hips.


Busted Ch. 01



"Now," she said, "who wants to wash me?"

Uh-oh...



Busted Ch. 01



"First of all, we have house rules." Allie said, wagging her finger under my nose in mock-seriousness.

"House rules?" I thought to myself. We just got here for a visit, and already our hostess is telling us there are rules? What is this, reform school?

"Rules?" I prompted, cautiously.

"Yes." She said, crisply. "One, we are nudists, so no clothes are allowed inside the house."

Oh, okay. That one I'm good with.

"How about jewelry?" Eve asked. She likes to wear a ton of jewelry when she's naked.

"Jewelry is not clothing." Allie pronounced, and then got a thoughtful look. "Seductionwear is okay, as long as it comes off eventually."

"Okay. And...?"

"Second, we are eroticists. Everything we do is erotic, so no one can pass another at any time without touching each other in an intimate way. The more intimate and erotic, the better."

My eyebrows shot up. That sounds like an interesting rule in itself. "What else?"

"Pursuant to rule two, you are not allowed bathe yourself. You must always have someone else bathe you. No exceptions."

I could feel my loins stirring. There were two of them, and only one of me. Girls, that is. These were the best rules I ever heard of.

"Lastly, jealousy is forbidden, as is straying, and the word `no' is frowned upon. Are we agreed?"

I gave a look to my woman, Eve, who shrugged her shoulders, nodded and said "I guess so."

Damn straight. She was the one who thought of making the trip to visit Allie in the first place. Both women turned and looked quizzically at me. Like they had to guess.

"I'll..try to be a good boy." I said with mock-piety matching Allie's mock-seriousness. "Now what?"

"Let's get naked!" Allie squealed, and began to pull her tight T-shirt over her head.

A little background here. Eve and I have been together for years, and have the perfect marriage. Both of us are nymphomaniacs, although the proper term for a man is "satyrisis." We just like to fuck. Allie is an old friend from when we all lived together in another time and place. Just out of college, we all lived together in this one huge attic room of an old house that had been converted to an apartment. Clothing was optional in those days too, and we just lived a lotus-eating existence.

Allie was such a nympho in those days too, and she used to spin her tales of sexual adventure for us to pant and drool over, stories of threesomes, foursomes, sixsomes...boys, girls, boys and girls, girls and boys, she liked it everywhichaway. Eve and I were a little more into each other at the time, but every so often we took a lover together and gorged ourselves on sex, sex, and more sex while it lasted.

Times change, though. We all got jobs, then the jobs got better, or in distant cities, and our little commune eventually dissolved. Allie moved to the southwest, while we moved first to the west coast, then back east, then south.

One night, after a particularly fine one-on-one session, Eve suddenly sat up (after her legs quit trembling), and said: "Why don't we go visit Allie?"

She knew there would be no argument from me. Our last lover had been a wonderful man, as bi- a boy as I, but he found a woman and fell in love, and she wasn't into multiples. You get the picture. We were both horny for some more group-gropering, and for Eve to pick Allie could only mean that she had a taste for girl-girl.

Eve and Allie had been together once way back when. Eve told me about it later, that she and Allie had gone out shopping one day while I was at work, and had come back to the attic and taken a shower together, with more in the bedroom later. When I heard about it I was pissed. Not because she had gone behind my back, but because they hadn't included me!

Allie is a dark-haired woman with a rather voluptuous build. She liked to tan at a nudist resort, and would always get dark all over (yes, even there) every summer, with no tan lines. Eve, on the other hand, is more petite-slender, almost paper-white, as true celtic redheads are. It makes her nipples sooo pink! Allie was voluptuous, Eve was slender and girlish. Allie had jugs, Eve had perky titties. Next to them (a place I like to be), I have arms that tan brown to just above the elbow where my shirtsleeves end, and around my face and neck where the collar of my shirt lies. What can I say, I work a lot and don't have the time or patience to lie out in the sun. Besides, if I did tan I wouldn't want tan lines, but I don't have a nearby place to do it in the buff.

"STOP!" I commanded, and Allie paused, with her shirt up around her shoulders. She looked at me with a frown.

"Five point penalty for removal of your own clothes. If you can't bathe yourself, you can't remove your own clothes either." I crossed my arms across my chest in a "cop" pose and acted like I had a "gotcha," which I did.

Immediately seeing my point, Allie dropped her shirt back down and held her arms straight up like a child waiting to be undressed.

Slowly, I moved behind her and slipped my hands under her shirt, and against her sides, just below those stupendous tits of hers. Ever so slowly I slid my hands up her skin, cupping her fine jugs and pulling her back against me. Allie purred like a cat and melted to me like butter. I slipped her shirt off and repeated the action with her satiny red gym shorts, making sure to get a good feel of her fine ass and thighs in the process.

Standing again behind this naked dark-skinned goddess, I took her shoulders and whispered in her ear: "Your turn." And pushed her gently toward Eve. Shit, what a mistake!

I'm a guy, right? And what is it that we guys like to see more than anything else? Two girls getting it on, right? Only now I had made it illegal to pull off my own clothes to get at my stiffness, which needed immediate adjustment NOW! I'll never make that mistake again!

Allie slowly approached Eve, who was also wearing a T-shirt and shorts with nothing on under them. She cupped Eve's breasts, and gently kissed her on the lips. Eve has always said she preferred men over women, and to be sure I've never kissed a guy myself, although I've certainly sucked and jacked a lot of cocks. Their first kiss was close-lipped, but then Allie opened hers and began to tug at Eve's lips with her teeth. Eventually, Eve opened hers and the two girls went full-in with each other.

Eve began to squeeze Allie's breasts, as Allie slipped Eve's pants off, letting them drop to the floor, then she began to finger Eve's bush, as the two embraced each other tighter and tighter.

I'm dying here. I can't just take a "five-point penalty," they'd never let me live it down! But all I can do is watch! Eve was beginning to heat up, and I could now smell the two girls' bouquets. Eve's breathing became more rapid, and she began to grunt and bite her lip, but I knew she wouldn't cum, because I knew how she liked to sequence her first climaxes.

Eve backed away from Allie suddenly, then embraced her and turned her face towards me. "Let's get him!" she said.

Uh, oh. I'm about to get sexually assaulted. Cool!

Both women were Cosmo-reading "fashionistas" in "real" life. Both knew how to "cat-walk," that strutting way of crossing each leg in front of the other when strutting, the better to make the hips (and tits) sway. When it's done like a predatory cat closing for the kill it's irresistible. They circled me and pressed against me, making me the meat in a girl-girl sandwich. Okay!

Eve worked at my shorts, while Allie pulled my shirt, and in a second I was naked too. Allie reached for my cock and experimentally stroked it a time or two.

"What's it like to ride him, Evie?" she asked.

"Oh, he usually rides me." Eve replied. "I like it on my back."

"What, no doggiestyle?"

"I've always been too small for that."

Allie looked at me. "You poor boy! How long has it been since you took a woman from behind?"

It had actually been longer than Eve and I had been together, which is to say a very long time. She didn't like it, and I had quit asking long ago.

"Well," Allie said, "I just love it from behind! You'll have to give it to me hard, understand?" She gave my cock an extra squeeze when she gushed the word "hard."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Hey, Evie," she said, "let's suck him up good and hard and ride him `till he pops, whatcha' say?"

"Okay. What technique do you like to use when you're blowing a guy?"

"It's a combination of mouth and hands." Allie replied. "Watch!" And with that she shifted around in front of me, knelt down and took my whole package in both her hands. Eve knelt beside her, like an attentive student.

Eve had actually already learned from a master. Yes, that's master in the masculine sense. That lover we had that found a woman? He was a wizard of cock! Nobody knows how to blow you better than another guy, because we have the same set of buttons. After a couple of sessions watching him she could suck as well as the best of them, all the way down to the base. Whatta woman!

When Allie began to slide her lips down one side of my shaft, Eve began on the other. Soon, their lips met over my cock and I was in the middle of their making out. I looked down and could see hands exploring tits and slits. Soon, they both slid off the end (whew!), and began to kiss, stroke, and fondle each other for real. Gladly, I took over operation of my twang and watched the show.

They both raised up on their knees and twined in embrace, their breasts pressed tight together. Few things in this world are so beautiful as two beautiful women, naked, and making love. I knelt beside them and stroked their backs and behinds as they kissed, gently working my fingers between their legs.

Both were moist with feminine honey. They started a little as I touched their labia, but opened wider to allow me access. I had to move so close that my cock pressed against their hips to reach both cunts, but I soon had a rhythm going, and both girls began to grunt and moan as they began to heat.

Suddenly, Eve broke away, which mystified Allie. "It's okay." I said to her. "This is how she gets her motor running. Watch!"

I brought Allie under my wing, and she wrapped her arm around my back, as Eve took a towel and lay on her back, very stiff and still, eyes closed. She put the towel over her slit and began to rub her nubbin through the cloth. Mesmerized, Allie reflexively reached for my cock without taking her eyes from the scene before her. Naturally, I took one of her fine boobs in my hand and pulled her tighter. Little by little, Eve began to stiffen and stretch like a cat as she reached her first peak, then relaxed on the downslope. Allie looked at me in wonder, but I only gave her a smile and a wink that said "Keep watching."

I disengaged from Allie with a brief kiss and a tweak of her nipple, then lay close to Eve and gently laid my hand around her throat. "As if you were going to choke me." Were her original instructions about this, which I found frightening at first, but which later became such a charge once I learned how to do it right. Allie moved around to the other side, watching intently.

I felt Eve begin her rhythm again, and ever so slowly I began to stiffen my hand around her neck. Not tighten, stiffen. There was actually very little pressure on my woman's neck, rather it was the tension in my hand against her collarbone she was feeling. She began to make little kitten-mewing sounds as she neared the top, and at last arched her back off the floor as she climaxed. Still, she made no move or sound, her eyes still shut.

Allie began to stroke her breast as she began again. Both of us could feel the power that was building. "Come on, baby, cum for me. Rub that cunt. Get it good and wet. I want to dump a load in you. Come on, baby, cum on...cum on...cum on.." I matched her tempo with my whispers, my lips now close to her ear. Allie moved her lips to her nipple.

Allie erupted in a monumental climax, moaning out as if she had been struck, then curled tightly into a fetal ball. Gently, I stroked her side and legs while she recovered.

"Wow!" Allie said, thunderstruck. "Does she always do this?"

"Every time." I quietly replied. "Now, get ready."

After a moment, Eve came suddenly out of her ball and attacked us both like a cat in heat. She grabbed my cock and wrapped her arm behind my head and started frenching with a vengeance. I reached blindly for Allie, who joined us, and we three locked lips, our tongues dancing together. She opened her legs a little wider to allow me access, and her smooth-shaved slit was wet with her juices.

I could tell that Allie was fingering Eve, and both were beginning to heat up from the stroking. Fortunately, I don't easily cum from someone else stroking me, so their grunts of pleasure only heightened my own excitement, without bringing me too close to the edge. Both girls reached the peak together and ran over the top, collapsing onto each other, and sinking to the floor. It's MY turn now!

Gently, I parted Allie's legs and positioned myself to feast on her cunt. From the way she moaned and arched when I landed, I could tell that this bitch was in serious heat. I looked up to see Eve feeding her one of her breasts, and Allie's hips just wouldn't hold still as I licked her. I had to grab her velvet-silk thighs to hold her steady, and locked onto her clit. She rocketed over the top, screeching her climax loudly, and then lay still, panting.

Eve's turn, except I used my fingers. I crawled up next to her and laid her down. We necked for a few minutes, and I used the opportunity to feel her fine little body up, her tits, her cunt, her thighs, her belly...I like to feel up naked girls!

She liked it too, judging by the increased speed of her breathing. Finally, I parted her nether lips with my finger, laying it on her like a hot dog in a bun and gently sawing back and forth. She was gushing wet, and I slipped my middle finger in, curling it up to reach her G-spot. Eve stiffened and arched, and grabbed me even tighter, holding on for her dear life as I finger-frigged her, then I switched to flicking that little volcano inside with my fingertip. That did it. She blew up like a bomb and began thrashing her arms around as she came.

Allie to the rescue. My cock was throbbing now, visibly twitching from my excitement. In one gulp Allie deep-throated me and put on the suction. Sure, tear it out by the roots, I don't care! She maneuvered over me and smashed her messy cunt hard into my face, all the time without letting me out of her mouth. I grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her even more and began to eat her box as hard as I could. Soon, I felt another pair of lips begin to suck at my nutsack. "If a woman wants your cock, give it to her!" suddenly flashed through my mind. Yup!

Before long, Allie shuddered and climaxed, then lost steam and dismounted. I wondered what to do next, but Eve took her place. Eve was a little harder to get to, since she was shorter than Allie, and her sweet slit was out of reach unless I held my head up off the floor, which I knew I couldn't do for long. I thrashed about for a pillow, but all were on the couch, out of reach. Allie took a minute to comprehend, but saw what I was pointing at and came to the rescue.

Now, I ate pussy! Eve got her pussy eaten. See Dick eat Jane! Eat, Dick, eat! Jane likes Dick. Jane likes Dick to eat her pussy. Dick likes eating Jane's pussy. Jane likes getting her pussy eaten, but she likes Dick (dick?) more, and with that, she changed position and impaled herself on my cock (Hah! Bet you thought I was going to say "dick" again, didn't you?), riding cowgirl-style. That was a switch! That's just how excited she was, I thought to myself.

I brought my knees up behind her for support and let her slide up and down on my rod herself. Allie joined in, squeezing Eve's tits and frenching her. Eve quickened her pace, and I had the time of my life trying to hold off. After all, I have TWO women here.

This time I was lucky, and Eve peaked quickly. I was right on the edge and holding on for dear life. The thought of mounting Allie like a stallion and slamming my cock into her from behind was in my mind, but it wasn't helping things while Eve was riding me. Normally, if I'm in a woman that's it, that's the end of the evening. Soon, Eve got off, and Allie looked at me to see if it was her turn now.

"Take me and ride me hard. Now!" She hissed. "I need cock!" She turned and dropped to all fours, her bare ass blatantly displayed for me, her jugs dangling straight down. How does she know that I like this most of all? Of course, of all women in this world, a nympho like Allie would know what signals sexual readiness to a male, or female for that matter.

I mused for a moment, and admired the view. The most submissive pose possible. Her legs slightly apart, her bare cunt completely exposed to view, her funbags swaying gently with the slightest of movement. The flare of her hips signaling "FEMALE" at the top of the evolutionary scale...gotta love that in a woman!

Apparently I was taking too long for her, for she began to beg me: "Mount me! Take me! Please take me now! I need you, I need your cock in my cunt! Pleeeze!" All those exclamation points only made it better. I love it when a woman gets desperate.

I took my time, feeling her up. I crawled around her, squeezing her tits, stroking the inside of her thighs, fingering her pussy and bung. Made her cum again with my fingers, fed her my cock and fucked her mouth for a minute or two, just to show her who was boss. I tortured her with this game of "keep-away." I treated her like a prize cow at the State Fair judging ring. Her pleas only got louder and dirtier: "Goddamn it, why won't you fuck me? I need you to fuck me now! I gotta have cock! Gimme that stallion cock of yours! I need you to ram it in my cunt and pound my ass! C'mon boy, fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!!!"

And with that I grabbed two handsful of her fine wide brown ass and mounted her, thrusting in to the hilt which turned her last word into a scream, and she collapsed her head and shoulders onto the floor, thrusting her ass skyward to receive me. I paused for what seemed an eternity. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder to see why I was waiting. Only then did I begin the rhythm.

Ever so slowly did I withdraw, and ever so slowly did I thrust back. Allie groaned from the depths of her being as I pushed back in. Eve sat up and watched the show intently as I withdrew and thrust again, a little faster this time, like a steam locomotive starting up. Allie was so slick inside I could barely feel her, and she wasn't as tight as Eve, but so what? My cock was sliding in and out, and what with the heat my balls were hanging low, swinging back and forth, slapping her mound with each stroke, until...

A hand slipped between my legs and cupped my balls. Eve came close against me and kissed me on the cheek, her signal that she approved. Then she squeezed my nuts hard and I jerked stiff and slammed even harder into Allie, who cried out again in passion. I became a wild man and all but lost control, mating with this female like a lion and his queen. I jerked Allie's ass against my crotch as hard as I could, shoving my cock into her cunt as hard as I could. I was lost in the moment, a tiny being attached to a penis the size of a rhino as I fucked Allie like a wild animal. Higher and higher, harder and harder, I felt the juice rising in me, and grunted through my clenched teeth like I do when I'm bench pressing my limit. Finally, I let go and began shooting what seemed like gallons of hot, white cream into Allie's cunt, which sent her screaming over the top as well. Even Eve was making noises, the electricity of our cumming flowing through her as well.

We all collapsed in a pile together. Amazingly, we didn't give off any steam or smoke. There was free-for-all kissing, hugging and stroking, then a lot of giggling. At last, Eve raised herself up above us, hands on her hips.




Busted Ch. 01



"Now," she said, "who wants to wash me?"

Uh-oh...



Busted Ch. 01



PROLOGUE

Those who are familiar with the stories written about Carole (The Lesson, The Creation, Friends, Anchors Aweigh) have often asked about her earlier years. Following is my account of those first years. It is entirely true and is the account of Carole's journey from innocence to slut.

It had to happen, and one Saturday night when they were in the back seat of his car on a deserted dirt road outside of town, it did. As had been the practice for the past few weeks, Deej was sitting in the back seat, still clothed, with Carole completely undressed, lying on her stomach across the seat giving him a blow job. They had the car radio playing loudly, and Deej was leaning back against the seat with his eyes closed while Carole worked on his dick with her mouth. Suddenly, Deej felt a flash of light hit his eyes, and,

turning his head, he opened his eyes, wincing from the bright light coming through the open window. Carole had immediately sat up next to him, one hand over her breasts and the over shielding her eyes. The bright light focused on her, moving from one end of her body to the other and back.

An authoritative voice asked the obvious, "What are you kids doing here?" 

Deej could make out a uniform behind the large flashlight as he squinted to see who was asking. He stuttered, "N-n-nothing, sir. We're not doing anything." Deej knew the minute the words had left his mouth that the lie was so obvious and it as useless to try to cover up. There he was, sitting with his dick hanging out f his pants, and a naked girl beside him. Also, there was no telling how long he man behind the flashlight had been standing at the window. But Deej could y no more, merely working to put his dick back in his pants while the light was still focused on Carole. He turned his head toward the rear window of the car and could see another car behind his and slightly to the right without the headlights on. He could make out the "bubble gum machine" on top of the car and finally knew for sure that it was the police.

The light turned to Deej and the voice with authority spoke again. "Okay, son, get out of the car". When Carole made a move to bend over and pick up her clothing from the floor, the voice spoke again. "No, girly. You stay put just as you are. We'll talk to you later". 

His words told Deej that there must have been at least one other officer, but Deej couldn't see anyone else. "Must be in the police car", Deej thought, as he pushed himself out of the rear seat, trembling with apprehension, fearful of what was going to happen. The officer held the door open for him as Deej nearly stumbled getting out of the car. 

As Deej stood, the headlights of the police car came on, then the officer spoke, "Give me your driver's license, kid", as he shined the light on Deej's face.

Deej nervously did as the officer ordered, shakingly fishing the license out of his billfold, wondering what was going to happen. Then the officer turned and stepped toward the police car, speaking over his shoulder, "Come over here, kid". The cop walked to the police car and reached the hand with the license inside, "here's the boy's license, sarge. The girl doesn't look old enough to drive, so I didn't even bother asking". The officer in the car said something that Deej couldn't understand, and the officer standing next to the car replied, "about seventeen or eighteen, I'd say". The unseen officer said something else and the first officer answered, "yeh, very pretty, and built, too". Then he added, "she's completely naked. Not a stitch". 

Again the voice from inside spoke, and Deej could make out the word "get", but nothing else. The officer turned to him and said "you stay here, kid. Don't move", and walked to Deej's car. He opened the car door and leaned in, saying something to Carole, then straightened up, holding the aging car's door open. Deej saw Carole's bare leg stick out of the door followed by her upper body, her hand reaching out to grasp something to help pull herself out of the rear seat. The officer took her arm and helped her exit the car and as she stood, Deej saw that she was still naked, but had her clothes held in one arm against her chest.

The officer beside her spoke, "leave those clothes here, girl, until I tell you that you can have them". 

Carole did as she was told, dropping the clothes back into the car, briefly leaving her breasts exposed, then quickly covering them with an arm folded across her chest while her other hand attempted to cover her pussy, looking something like the statue of Venus, her head cast down with her chin resting on her chest in an effort to hide her face. The officer reached out and lifted her chin, directing, "look up, girl. No sense in hiding that pretty face". 

His remark brought a nervous smile to her face as she looked at the officer. Then he pulled her hand away from her chest, exposing her glorious breasts, and added, "and I've already seen your body, so no use in trying to hide it now". 

Carole left the other hand covering her genital area and that brought an order from the cop beside her, "just put both hands at your side, girl. Don't be so difficult". 

Again, Carole did as told, dropping both arms to her sides, standing like a statue, the whiteness of her breasts and belly accentuated by the headlights of the police car and full moon overhead. The officer took Carole by the arm and guided her to the passenger side of the cop car, standing her about three feet back from the door, facing the officer Deej still had not seen. That officer asked Carole something and she meekly replied "Carole. Carole Ann". Another question, and her soft-spoken answer floated across the car to Deej, "I'm eigh-eighteen, sir". 

Then something else was said and Carole gave another short answer "Yes, sir". Deej didn't know what she was saying "yes" to because he still couldn't hear the officer inside the car. Finally, the passenger side of the police car opened and a burly officer with a beer belly about the age of Carole's father got out and stood in front of Carole. He took her by the arm and led her to the front of the car where the headlights completely illuminated Carole's sexy body. From his silence and the brazen stares at Carole's body, his desire for the nubile teenager in front of him was conspicuous. He reached out and touched one of Carole's breasts, giving it a squeeze before she pulled away. 

The officer didn't say anything about her movement but asked, "You say your name is Carole? What's your last name, Carole?"

Carole stuttered a little "R-R-Roth, sir".

The officer was surprised "Roth, you say? Are you Walter Roth's daughter? The one who owns Atlantic Printing?" Carole nodded affirmatively. The officer, apparently a sergeant, voiced his surprise again, "I'll be darned. I know your daddy real well, little girl. Knew he had kids, but didn't know they looked like you". Then he added, "You sure don't look like that big German. Must take after your mother. Now, tell me, what do you think he would say if he knew what you were doing out here tonight?" 

The fear in Carole's eyes was instant at the sergeant's last question. Her mouth dropped and she began to plead, "Oh, no, no! Please, please don't tell my daddy. Please!!" Not giving the sarge time to say anything and with tears coming to her eyes, Carole kept begging, "I won't do it again, I swear it! Daddy would be so mad at me if he found out! Please don't tell him". Tears began to run down her cheeks and Carole was visibly shaking with the fear that the police man was going to tell her father. 

The sergeant reached out and took her by the shoulders, squeezing her, "stop your crying now, young lady. I didn't SAY I was going to tell him. I only asked what your daddy would say". Those words appeared to give Carole some comfort, as her tears slowed and her trembling stopped. He removed his hands from her shoulders and placed one under her chin, cupping it fatherly. "Come on now, come on. Everything will be okay. Pull yourself together. You're too pretty a girl to be crying over something that may not happen. Whether it does or not is up to you".

Carole was puzzled by that remark, "W-what do you mean, sir?" 

The cop smiled, "Well, it's up to you whether your daddy finds out or not. You can cooperate with us and nothing will be said, or you can be difficult and we'll just have to make a report to your daddy". 

Carole wasn't sure, in her naive mind, what the officer meant by "cooperate", so she questioned, "Cooperate? I'll cooperate, sir. I won't be difficult. See? I'll answer any questions truthfully", she sniffled. 

The officer shook his head, "Naw, I don't mean questions, miss". To demonstrate his meaning to the befuddled girl, he reached out and once again squeezed a tit with one hand and pulled her to him with the other hand around her waist, slipping it to her ass as he explained in clear terms, "By cooperation I mean you do the same for us that you were doing for your boyfriend". As Carole gingerly tried to pull back from him uselessly, the officer, put it bluntly, "I want a blow job from you or your daddy finds out everything". Remembering the other officer, he added "and you do whatever my partner wants, too.

With that, Carole ceased her meek struggling, and the tears began to well up in her blue eyes again with the understanding of what the man wanted. It wouldn't have bothered her if the man wasn't the age of her father and if it was something that Deej wanted, but the knowledge that there was no way out of her predicament but to do as the policeman wanted made her feel so helpless. She looked to Deej for advice, for some sign, but the officer pulled her head back to face him with the warning, "don't look at your boyfriend. He can't get you out of this. You're the only one who can keep your daddy from finding out". Then he sealed Carole's fate, "Besides, your boyfriend has troubles of his own. You're an under-age girl, even though you SAY you're eighteen, and he was having sex with you. That's against the law and I'll make sure he goes to jail if you don't do as you're told!" 

That did it for Carole. Her jaw dropped when she heard that Deej could go to jail. More than anything else, she didn't want anything to happen to him. The sergeant was getting impatient, and, dropping his hands to his pants, unzipped and took out his near-hard dick, saying "Well, what's it going to be? We don't have all night! Either this" and he shook his dick at the helpless girl, "or your boyfriend goes to jail and we go to see your daddy".

Carole had already decided before the officer made his final threat and nodded her acquiescence. 

The cop wanted to hear her say it, so he pressed "Well? What are you going to do?" 

In a resigned tone of voice Carole murmured, "I'll do whatever you say. Just please don't take him to jail". 

With that the cop gave a big yellow-tooth, lecherous grin and put a hand on top of each of Carole's shoulders and pushed her to her knees in front of him. He stepped closer and rubbed his hard dick across her lips while he instructed "suck it then, you little whore. And you had better suck it better than you have ever sucked a dick, if you know what's good for you". 

Carole let the fat dick enter her mouth and Deej could see that she was practicing all that he had taught her about sucking a dick, as she moved her head expertly up and down it's length, her cheeks working in and out as she sucked. The cop reached down with both hands and fondled her breasts while she sucked, twisting each nipple roughly. He turned to his partner and asked "what do you want her to do, Fred?"

Fred had stood silently while the sergeant had cowered the girl into obedience, hopefully watching the exchange, but now he came to life. "Mmm, I want some of the tight pussy, sarge", he exclaimed! "Lets both screw her at the same time". 

The sergeant liked that idea and, lifting Carole by her tits, making her wince with the pain and his dick flop out of her mouth, he told his fellow cop, "yeh, why don't we? Open both back doors and we'll do her on the back seat". 

The other officer was a step ahead of his sergeant, rapidly opening one door and then going around to the other side to open the other door. The sergeant kept one hand on a tit and used it to pull Carole to the back of the car, turning her around so her back was to the seat, then roughly pushing her backwards until she fell across the seat, her legs dangling outside the car. He crawled on top of her and straddled her face, reinserting his still-hard dick back into her mouth without a word. The sergeant rested his butt on Carole's chest and put both hands behind her head, pulling her lips tight against his hairs, then proceeded to push and pull her head up and down his dick brutally, fucking Carole's mouth like it was her pussy. 

The other officer had quickly dropped his pants to his knees and had raised Carole's legs up in the air, resting them against the back of the sergeant, while he guided his dick to her pussy lips. He worked his dick to the hot opening between Carole's raised legs and, then, without any preliminary probing to get the girl's juices flowing, he rammed his long, skinny dick into her dry pussy, causing the defenseless girl to wince with the sudden stretching of her vagina. Carole couldn't cry out with the small pain because her mouth was being mercilessly fucked at the same time. It seemed that he two officers enjoyed making her feel pain as they continued to pound her mouth and cunt with hard, sudden strokes, designed to inflict as much discomfort on the hapless girl as they could.

The sergeant was the first to finish, burying Carole's face against his protruding stomach as he held her tightly to him and filled her mouth with cum, ending with a loud groan and "Jesus Christ!" he leaned back on her chest and rested a moment while his rapidly-softening dick slipped out of her mouth to her chin, coming to rest on her neck, dripping it's final life into a slippery, white pool. The sergeant reached in his back pocket and withdrew a handkerchief and began wiping his dick, not offering the still-being-pounded girl anything with which to clean her face and neck. When he finished wiping, he crawled over her face, his ass brushing her forehead, and got out of the squad car.

The younger cop took advantage of the one-on-one situation and bent Carole's knees far over her head, causing her ass to point up to the ceiling of the car. Then he began long, measured strokes of her stretched pussy, almost completely withdrawing his dick before plunging it to it's full length inside Carole. It was obvious that with each downward stroke his dick was hitting the back of her vagina with considerable force, because the immobile girl's body would jerk backwards as if trying to escape the collision of hard skin against soft tissue. In that position Carole couldn't move anything but her arms and head due to the cop's tight grip around her ankles, pinning them to the seat on each side of her tossing head. The ruthless fucking must have seemed like it lasted for an eternity to Carole, but couldn't have been for more than ten minutes, but at last, the young cop withdrew his dick and, perched above her stomach, shot a large load of milky-white cum on her body, some going as far as to her breasts, as it continued to shoot in spasmodic spurts. When he felt there was no more to come, the cop wiped his dick on her pussy hairs, giving her ass two hard smacks before releasing her legs, then backing out the open car door to pull up his pants.

Carole felt like she had been raped, although she had only been told what it was like. She felt that what she had just gone through must be like being raped. She lay there, however, awaiting more orders from the sergeant.

The sergeant had stood at the car door and watched while his partner had screwed the young piece of pussy, and a couple of times had even given words of encouragement, like "slam it to her, Fred" and "make her feel that dick, man". Now that they were finished, he turned from the girl, saying over his shoulder, you can get dressed now, pussy. That's all we want from you tonight". He stepped to Deej, who had seen all that had gone on through the driver's side window of the squad car and bragged to him, "she's got some good mouth-pussy, kid. Damn good. And she saved your ass, too. At least, you won't be going to jail for rape". 

Deej didn't say anything, his eyes following Carole as she went to his car to get dressed. The sergeant continued, "I'm surprised you watched. Looks like it would have really pissed you off to see some one else get that pussy and mouth." Still no reply from Deej, so the cop added, "well, that's too damn bad. You'll just have to live with it. You oughta know, tho', that I think she loved it from real men. Probably like to have some more good dick".

He was trying to get Deej's goat, but Deej wasn't falling for it and remained silent until the sarge gave up, then he asked him, "can I have my driver's license back now?" 

The sergeant grinned that yellow-toothed grin again and gave Deej a snarling answer. "Not yet, kid. I'm going to hold on to it for a few days". 

Deej knew he was pushing his luck, but had to ask "why? She did what you wanted". 

The sergeant softened a little at that thought and, putting a heavy arm around Deej's shoulders explained, "well, she did what we wanted tonight. But that's not enough, kid. I plan to have lots more fun with that little whore. She's nothing but a young slut, and she's going to give me and my buddies a lot more than she did tonight". He squeezed Deej's shoulder hard and added, "and you don't care, do you, kid?" He squeezed harder, making Deej wince.

Deej gave him the answer he wanted. "No, sir. I don't care, sir". 

The sergeant relaxed his grip and said "that's good. I'm glad we understand each other, kid. Now, I tell you what...next Saturday I want you to bring that slut to the police station exactly at six PM. Not a minute sooner or a minute later.You got that?" He waited for Deej's nod, then continued, "when you go in the

front door, you'll see a counter with a police officer behind it. You tell him that you're there to see Sgt. Ryan about your driver's license. He'll take care of the rest". To make his point indelible in Deej's mind, he asked "Now, you better show up, and that little bitch better be with you and ready to fuck, or I'll bury you in that jail. Do you understand?" Deej didn't answer fast enough and got another hard squeeze of his shoulder. "DO you understand?", the cop repeated, sending Deej to his knees with the pain.

Deej gasped, "yes, sir, yes. I understand". 

The cop released him and after Deej got back to his feet, the cop told him "now, if that cum-drinking bitch does as she is told next Saturday and does it good, then I'll give you back your driver's license". 

Deej carefully asked, "what do I do if I get stopped for a ticket?" 

The sarge chuckled, "well, you better not get stopped, is all I can say. You better drive careful". Then he ended the talk with "now, get the hell out of here, and tell that bitch what I expect of her. You hear?" 

Deej nodded as he quickly turned and went to his car, in a hurry to get as far away as possible. As he drove away from the area, Deej told Carole what the sergeant had said, making sure she understood what the sergeant wanted of her. 

Carole cried softly as Deej told her the details, and whined "why can't we just not go there next Saturday? Just don't do what he wants?" 

Deej became a little exasperated with the sobbing girl, and answered her gruffly "because he has my driver's license and he'll be able to find us. I could go to jail and he would tell your dad what we were doing. That's why." Carole's sobbing got louder and Deej attempted to quiet her. "No sense in crying about it, honey. I don't see where we have any choice but to do what he says. Besides, you let them screw you tonight, so what would be the difference?" 




Busted Ch. 01



Carole's crying slowed and she complained, "but they were rough with me, and it hurt. I only let them because I didn't want you to go to jail and I don't want my daddy to find out". 

Deej pulled her over against him, trying to comfort her. "Well, maybe they won't be as rough the next time, baby. They were probably just being rough to teach you a lesson. Didn't you enjoy it any at all?" Deej's obsession with the sexual side of what had happened took over his mind and he began to want the lurid details, getting turned on by what he had witnessed, despite the scare he had received. 

Carole hesitated with her answer, not sure how Deej would take anything she said so Deej pressed for an answer while disarming her fears, "it's okay if you enjoyed it, honey. Fact is, I would prefer it if you did enjoy it some, rather than just suffering through it. I know how much you like it when we do it, so it would be okay if you liked it with others".

His words of assurance let Carole feel she could tell him the truth, so she answered, "well, I liked it some. I liked the young policeman best. That sergeant was too rough, but the other one was nice". 

Deej pushed for more details, "I could see that the sergeant was being rough with you, squeezing your nipples and all, but did you like his dick in your mouth? How did you like his cum? I know you had to swallow it, but did you like it?" 

Carole didn't seem to mind his questions making her relive the sex with the two officers, the remembrance beginning to make her pussy juices flow. "I only like doing that with you, Deej. I only did it so you wouldn't have to go to jail."

Deej was getting a hard on and was wanting to finish what he had Carole doing when the cops showed up. He had been driving towards the beach as they talked, which was only about three miles from the deserted road where they had been parked. Deej turned left on Atlantic when he reached the beach and headed for the deserted part of Ft. Lauderdale's lengthy beach, north of the many hotels and homes located between Sunrise and Las Olas. When he spotted a place where a trail ran between the palmetto bushes and sea oats off of the highway, Deej pulled off the road and carefully wound his way on the trail, hearing the bushes scrape against his car as he made his way to a small clearing hidden from the traffic on the highway. As soon as he had turned off the car, Deej began to remove Carole's clothing, tossing each piece in the back seat as it was removed. When he had stripped her, without a word or permission, Deej grasped her legs and pulled her further down in the seat until her head was resting in about the middle of the seat back. He then straddled her legs and took his dick out of his pants and placed it on her lips. Carole's mouth opened and Deej began to fuck her mouth, his hands grasping the seat back as he forcefully moved his hips back and forth, driving his completely hard dick to it's limit into her mouth with every forward stroke. His mind replayed the scene of Carole being double teamed by the two officers and, to his surprise, Deej lost control and within a couple of minutes emptied his load in her mouth. He had always prided himself on being able to last a long but the image of his girlfriend being used like she had been was too much for him.

Without any ceremony, Deej withdrew his rapidly-softening cock from Carole's pursed lips and plopped down beside her exhausted. He put an arm around her shoulders and asked with some concern, "Are you okay, now, honey? I mean...are you upset over what happened and having them do it to you again?"

Carole nodded affirmatively, "I feel better about it now. I'm still a little nervous about it, but like you said, we really don't have any choice. How do you feel, about it, Deej? Do you mind me doing it with them again?" Carole looked at him for reassurance, still not sure how Deej felt about her having sex with others.

"I'm okay with it, babe. I love you even more for being willing to do it to keep me from going to jail. It doesn't mean anything to me that they have sex with you, because I have your love, and all they'll get is your body."

That was what Carole needed to hear and she put her arms around him, squeezing him tightly to her as she put her head on his shoulder. "Oh, Deej, I love you so-o-o much. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm so happy to be your girl."

*************

The week passed quickly for Carole and Deej. It had only been two weeks since school let out for the summer, so there were still after-school activities going on, meetings with friends, and the usual plan-making for things to do during the three months off from the drudgeries of school. Deej was able to see Carole just about every day and they were usually together until eleven or twelve at night, either watching television at his house or her's, or out to a movie, or just driving around, gathering at the local teenage hangout, the A&W drive in restaurant near the high school. During the week they both talked about what was coming on Saturday and, although Carole still showed some apprehension about it, she was no longer fearful.

That Saturday evening Deej picked Carole up and told her mother that they were going out to eat and then to a movie. As was always the case, her mother told Carole she had to be home by eleven, and Deej assured her they would be home by then, if not sooner. Deej had to give Carole a second look as they went to his car, for she looked more beautiful than ever that night. She was wearing tight, aqua-colored short shorts and a matching top that was no more than a square of cloth with a slit cut in the diagonal fold for the head, tied at the waist with a thick white rope. Her shapely legs were made even more shapely and her ass more prominent because of the wedge shoes she was wearing. Deej didn't normally compliment her clothing, but felt the need to after taking a second look at her walking ahead of him on the narrow walk. "That a new outfit, hon? It really looks good on you."

Carole had reached his car and turned to him, "uh-huh. Mom made it for me. You like it? It's the rage this summer. Mom said the top is called a Jamaica beach top."

Deej looked at the top closer and decided that he liked it even more than his first impression and nodded to Carole while thinking "mmm, that top will be easy to get into. Just undo that rope, and bingo!" He was surprised that nothing was revealed at the sides, but then saw that the cloth folds hid Carole's large breasts from view. You couldn't actually see them, but the bulge her breasts made against the material certainly showed that she had a great pair! Deej teased Carole, "you must have wanted to look real nice for your police buddies tonight". He laughed so she would know he was kidding, but the remark made Carole's face turn red. "Hmm, I wonder if that really is the case", Deej thought when he saw her face turn red. But Deej didn't pursue it any further as he closed the car door. They didn't talk much on their short drive to the center of town where the police station was located, each to their own thoughts about what the evening had in store for them.

Carole finally broke the silence as they pulled into the station parking lot. "Where do you think they'll want to do it, Deej? They can't do it here."

Deej hadn't even given that a thought, but she was right. "Gee, I don't know, baby. I guess they know of some place away from here. The sergeant probably just wanted us to meet him here. Then we'll more than likely go to a house or a motel, I would think."

They entered the police station through the front entrance, which opened into a small lobby, occupied by a couple of chairs and benches, with an enclosed counter against the opposite wall. The place was vacant except for two policemen behind the counter. As the front door slammed behind them, one of the officers looked up and his eyes became transfixed on Carole, not leaving her for a second as they walked up to the counter. Deej could see the officer punch the other man behind the counter in the back as he murmured something. The other officer spun around and his eyes opened wide at the sight of the barely-dressed girl walking up to the counter. He leaned toward the officer at the counter and whispered something, but Deej couldn't make out what he said.

When they reached the counter, the first officer to see them asked "can I help you?", his eyes never leaving the beautiful girl standing before him, focused now on her large breasts.

Deej cleared his throat, "uh, yes, sir. We're here to see sergeant Ryan about my driver's license." When he said that, he got the officer's attention.

"Oh, you're supposed to see Sgt. Ryan?", he repeated. "You two are the ones he's been waiting for?" He turned and grinned at the other officer and Deej saw him wink. Then he turned back to Deej, "okay, just a minute. Let me give sarge a call and let him know you're here." The officer then picked up the phone and dialed, turning to face Carole again, then said into the phone, "they're here, sarge. And, man! You sure were right when you said she was a knock out! Whew! Wait until you see her." After he put the phone down, he turned to the other officer and asked, "are you going to join the party?" 

The other officer chuckled, "now you know I wouldn't miss this one. You can go and come back and spell me up here. Then I'll go. Just make sure to tell sarge that I'm wanting in on it, too, and to not keep you in there all night."

"Ha, ha", the first officer laughed, "I may not want to come back." Then, remembering what the sarge had told him, he hurriedly came out from behind the counter and told Deej and Carole, "follow me. The sarge is waiting for you two."

He led them through a door near the counter which led to a flight of stairs and, standing aside for Carole, motioned for her to go ahead of him, blocking Deej as Deej started to step behind Carole. His reason was clear as Carole started up the steep steps, as each step she made pulled the shorts further up the cheeks of her ass, exposing the white flesh and panties of the unaware girl. As they reached the landing at the top of the steps, the officer stepped around Carole and opened the heavy door for her, taking her arm by the elbow and guiding her through the door. The door opened into a narrow corridor with closed doors on each side. The officer guided them to a door on the end with "squad room" painted on it. He opened it and let both of them through, this time letting Deej walk behind Carole.

The squad room was smaller than Deej had thought a squad room would be, probably no larger than a large bedroom. There was a desk at one end of the room with several folding chairs haphazardly arranged in rows in front of it. In the wall opposite the desk was another door, half wood and half clear glass. Deej couldn't see anyone through the glass, but he could discern voices coming from that direction. The officer turned to Deej and looking at him sternly, announced "the sarge said you're to stay in this room. I want you to sit right here until the sarge says otherwise. You better do as the sarge says, too, if you don't want to end up in one of the cells downstairs. Don't go wandering around the building or anything like that. Do you understand?"

Deej nodded and sat down where the officer had pointed as he took Carole's arm and guided her to the other door. Deej could hear laughter and talk as the officer opened the door, then a few seconds silence until someone shouted out "goddamn! What a piece!" Then the door closed and Deej could hear no more. He watched the glass in the door as he saw the officer and Carole disappear from his sight. There were no chairs near that door, so Deej rejected the idea of trying to get closer. He wanted to see what was going on, but was afraid of ending up in a jail cell. The most he could do was strain to hear the voices coming from the other side. He could still hear a lot of laughter and catch an isolated word or two, but nothing that would tell him what was happening. "They must be have been having a lot of fun in there", Deej judged, from the laughter and, a couple of times, even applause. Once, he was sure he even heard Carole's nervous laughter.

About fifteen or twenty minutes after Carole had disappeared behind the door, the officer who had escorted them came out, fastening his belt and grinning. He looked at Deej and bragged, "man, that was some piece of ass! You're some lucky kid to have something like that." He turned sadistic by adding, "but you may not care for it by the time everyone finishes stretching that pussy. You'll need to strap a board to your ass to keep from falling in". He laughed at his joke, rubbed his crotch and left the room. While the door was open Deej did get a glimpse of Carole, however brief. All he could see was that she was on her hands and knees and was naked before the door slammed shut.

A couple of minutes after the first officer left, the one who had been on the desk with him came in the room with two other officers. They ignored him as they went to the other door and opened it. Deej couldn't see anything that time, but one of the new officers shouted into the room "this where the party is?", then pulled the door shut behind him. After another wait of at least a half-hour, two more officers Deej had never seen before came out of the room, fixing their clothing as they talked about their experience, not even noticing Deej. "Man, did you have her suck your dick? If you didn't, you missed the best damn blow job ever! That little cunt can really suck a dick! Wonder how she learned to do it so good so young?"

The other officer was shaking his head in disappointment, "no, I didn't try her mouth. I figured a eighteen year old wouldn't know how to do it, so I rammed it in her pussy. Have to say, though, that was some tight pussy. I couldn't hold my wad, she was so tight and hot."

The first one stopped at the door leaving the squad room and asked, "did you see Roy and Chuck. They had the right idea. old Chuck got her on top of him and screwed her while Roy got her in the ass. Boy, they had that whore rocking. She must have had a virgin asshole the way she gave that little yelp when Roy stuck it in her ass." 

The other officer wasn't going to be bested in recalling what they had both seen. "Yeh, she probably did have a virgin ass, so it was a good thing that old pencil-dick Roy was the first one to stick it in her shit-shoot."

With that exchange they left the room, still talking about their fun as they left. Deej was getting pissed. He had planned to be the one to get Carole's virgin asshole, but here some dumb ass cop had got her other cherry. He didn't have much time to think about it, however, as another officer came into the room and two more came out of where they had Carole. Deej was trying to keep count of how many men were getting some of Carole. He remembered that five had left and four more had come in. That made nine and he was sure the sergeant was in the room. "Damn", he thought, "that would make ten guys screwing her!" 

Deej's thinking was interrupted by one of the two men who had just come out of the room. "Say, Roy, how was her ass?" Deej turned to see who it was that had got that virgin ass and spotted a tall, lanky redhead, not in uniform, but with a gun belt in his hands.

The man called Roy guffawed, "that was the tightest damn ass! Couldn't hardly get it in. And the little bitch left some shit on my dick, too. I should have made her lick it off, but I don't think sarge would have appreciated that."

About five minutes later, Deej heard a squeaking noise, and the door to the squad room opened and a bucket with a wringer first appeared, followed by a black man pushing the bucket with a mop stuck in the water. Deej wasn't sure what he was going to do, but when he saw him heading for the other door, he half-rose from his seat, thinking he should warn the janitor, but quickly sat back down, mindful of what he had been told. He figured it was better to keep his mouth shut, although he knew what Carole's reaction would be when she saw him. Carole had an ingrained fear of blacks due to stories she had been told by her parents about the way things had been in Pittsburgh. That's all she would need...is for a black man to see her naked! Deej knew that Carole would come unglued! Seconds after the door closed, Deej could hear Carole's scream, and then some men laughing and the sound of some chairs or something being dragged across the floor. Then everything got quiet, and after a couple of minutes the last two men that Deej had seen go in the room came out, one carrying his shoes, the other working to fix his pants.

One was complaining, "that Clyde sure busted up a good party". The other good-naturedly shot back, "what are you complaining about? You got a blow job from her. Besides, it was kinda funny, the way she acted when she saw old Clyde, jumping behind the desk and hiding. It was like she had seen the boogey-man", he laughed.

The other man had to laugh about that, too. "Yeh, it sure did upset her. But the sarge wasn't going for any of her shit, the way he pulled her out from behind that desk and held her up in front of that nigger." The first man added his observation, "well, she still tried to cover herself, until sarge turned her around and bent her over between his legs. He had her pinned with that ass pointed up at Clyde where he could see everything she had". The remark made him laugh again, as he bent over to tie his shoes.

The other officer was tucking his shirt in when he asked, "do you think sarge meant it when he asked the nigger if he wanted some of that ass?"

"Don't let sarge hear you call Clyde that. Clyde is his man' and sarge won't stand for anyone putting him down. That's why he treated that girl the way he did". Then he answered the other's question, "and, yes, I'm sure that sarge meant it. She wouldn't be the first one he gave to old Clyde." He chuckled at something he remembered. "That Clyde sure answered sarge's question the right way, saying "sure, he wanted some of that ass, but he wanted her pussy more". Clyde wants it all, and sarge will probably let him have it, too. Lucky bastard." With that final remark, they both left the room.

The door had barely closed behind them when the other door opened and the bucket came into view again, with the black man the other men had called Clyde coming behind it. Just as he was ready to close the door, Deej heard a familiar voice, "hey, just a minute, Clyde". Deej knew it was the sergeant's voice the minute he heard it. Then the sergeant appeared in the doorway with the squirming Carole beside him, one arm over her shoulder with the hand holding one tit in a vise grip, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing the helpless girl to squirm with the obvious pain.

The sergeant spoke to the janitor, but Deej knew the words were really intended for him and Carole. "I just think that this little whore owes you an apology for the way she acted when you came in the room. Don't you?"

Clyde grinned, exposing a gold front tooth, "yas, suh, sarge, yas, suh, I think she does."

Before the janitor had even finished his reply the sergeant had placed one massive hand on her shoulder and was pushing her to her knees, still keeping his grip on her nipple. "Now, little girl, you apologize to old Clyde, here. You tell him that you're sorry you hid from him, you hear?"

The tears and embarrassment were noticeable on Carole's face as she nodded, then imperceptibly mumbled "I'm sorry". 

That wasn't enough for sarge, so he squeezed the nipple harder, "what? What did you say? I don't think Clyde could hear you."

Carole winced with the pain in her nipple and spoke much louder, "I said I'm sorry." Sarge squeezed harder and Carole repeated "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", the tears welling in her eyes.




Busted Ch. 01



The sergeant lifted Carole by her breasts and, with a smirk toward Deej, guided her back into the other room, closing the door behind them. "Man, he's a rotten bastard," Deej thought. His thoughts were interrupted by the other door opening and then closing. A swarthy looking man in plain clothes with a badge fastened to his belt crossed the room, studying Deej as he made his way to the half-glass door. Deej was careful not to return the man's gaze, not wanting to antagonize anyone at the police station. The man disappeared behind the door and Deej returned to the waiting and his thoughts. He sure hadn't planned on all that was happening to Carole this night, but he justified it in his mind that everything was fitting into his plans for her. 

Ever since Carole had told him how she got the name "Two Bits", Deej had repeating fantasies of ways he wanted to use her. He didn't want her to be hurt, but he did like the idea that she was being introduced to gang sex. And her spirit was gradually being broken, which even with Deej's immature years he knew would be necessary to use Carole in all the ways he wanted for a few years to come. Even the idea of a black screwing her didn't bother Deej. Fact was, he felt that would be his strongest hold on his pretty girlfriend, knowing how she felt about blacks as a result of when she lived in Pittsburg. 

Once again, Deej's thoughts were interrupted, as he heard what he recognized as one of Carole's playful screams. Deej snuck out of his seat and edged toward the door, anxious to see what was going on, but not wanting to be seen by the others. Just then he saw Carole run past the door, still playfully screaming, her tits bouncing as she ran. Then Deej saw why she was running. The swarthy man was running behind her, his upraised hand holding a large black belt, as if to strike the running girl. They passed the door a couple of times before Deej got back in his seat. Carole seemed to be enjoying what was going on right then, but it surprised Deej. He knew her playful scream-half laugh, half scream, but he also knew that she had never been struck with a belt, or even physically punished in any way. "Something must have sure tickled her", Deej thought.

It was a good half-hour before the door opened again. Sergeant Ryan came through the door with a fat cigar stuffed in his mouth while he was nonchalantly buckling his belt. He came over to where Deej was sitting, took a couple of deep puffs from his cigar and blew a cloud of smoke down at Deej. With a sneer, Ryan reached in his back pocket and pulled Deej's drivers license out, tossing it in Deej's lap. "Here's yer license, kid. Consider yourself lucky, 'cause I coulda locked you up. If It wasn't for that whore girlfriend of your's, I would have." The sergeant blew another cloud of smoke and then chuckled, "and she sure was fun. We broke her in real good. I think the little bitch liked it, too."

Deej remained quiet as he suffered through the sergeant's belittling chatter, purposely avoiding looking at the man or even recognizing that he was talking to him. He picked up his license from his lap and fished his wallet out of his pants, where he carefully inserted the license back in it's place.

Ryan finally saw that he wasn't going to get a rise out of the kid before him so he turned on his foot to walk away, then suddenly changed his mind, his voice once again taking on an authoritative air. "Just because you got your license back, kid, don't mean nothing. Me and the boys are going to want more of that girl's ass and any time we give the word, you better make sure she's here." With that announcement, Ryan spun on his foot and made his way down the corridor, a jaunty stride in his step.

The sergeant's words really impacted on Deej, making him realize that he and Carole were going to remain in the sadistic man's grip for God knows how long. The sergeant no longer had a hold on him personally, but he could still use Carole's dad as a threat and Deej knew that he would still have to obey the man's demands. Those thoughts were interrupted when once again the door open and Carole appeared fully dressed for the first time in at least three hours. Deej stood as Carole walked toward him, her usual youthful gait somewhat stilted, making her appear almost bow-legged. Her face revealed her hours-long ordeal, her mouth drawn and her eyes squinted. 

Deej took Carole in his arms and hugged her. "You alright, honey? You okay?"

"I-I'm okay," Carole murmured against Deej's chest. "Just tired. And I hurt a little. Th-they did...things. Things that, that hurt."

Deej patted her back, unsurprised by Carole's veiled disclosure as he thought of some of the things some of the officers had joked about. "I know, baby, I know. And I'm sorry. It's my fault. I got you into this."

Carole shook her head, "no, no. It's not your fault. It was both of us. I just never thought that...that police officers could be that, that mean, that cruel." She looked up at Deej and smiled weakly, "but I'll be okay. I'll get over it. Can we leave now?"

"Sure, sure," Deej answered as he took Carole's hand and guided her down the corridor and through the door that led to the lobby. Both of them avoided looking at the officers behind the desk but couldn't ignore the laughter and veiled comments as they make their way to the front doors, Carole's previously ashen face reddening at the memory of what the two men had done to her, that they had seen her naked, made her do things that she only wanted to do with her boyfriend.

It was relatively early when they left the police station, so Deej drove out to the beach, Carole snuggled up against him, quietly enjoying being with Deej, her eternal innocence letting her purge her mind of the events of the evening, unaware of the changes created in her attitudes towards sex as well as Deej's new-founded prurient interest in ways he would use her in the future.

Once Deej had found a relatively deserted spot of the beach where he could park, he proceeded to undress Carole without comment and then pulled her face down to his crotch with one simple command, "suck me." Carole dutifully complied, showering Deej's cock with attention, attention born out of love rather than commandment. While she sucked his cock, Deej fondled her breasts, enjoying her obvious sensitivity caused by the numerous hands and fingers which had abused her now-sore nipples. 

Carole's sucking expertise soon brought Deej to climax and he flooded Carole's mouth with his pent-up cum which she swallowed without complaint, adding his load to the several ounces of semen which had been deposited down her throat. As Deej's cock softened, Carole lovingly cleaned his cock, ending with a kiss to the wrinkling head and then tucking it back in his trousers before she turned to re-dressing herself, content with the silence between them, knowing she had pleased 'her man'.

EPILOG

For a chronological sequence of Carole's gradual sexual degradation through her twenties, I recommend the reader next read "Friends". "The Lesson" takes place shortly before Carole is married and was her first experience in interracial sex. "The Creation" and "The Pickup" chronicle portions of Carole's life after she was married. The names in these two stories were changed purely for variety, but the characters were as presented in this account of Carole's earliest years. "Anchors Aweigh" is an account of one of Carole's first sexcapades while she was married.



Busted Ch. 01



It's amazing how things can go from insane, wild and crazy to as plain as things ever were. The next morning we did all the same things we ever did when we are at the coast house. We got up slowly, made some coffee, watched a little morning news on the T.V. and I went out on the deck to enjoy a smoke with my coffee. Like normal I took my laptop out with me and turned on the radio for background noise to cover my porn surfing. But today porn surfing was totally different my wife of over thirty years had sex with another man yesterday, hell, another woman as well for the first time! So far she hadn't said one thing about anything yet. I didn't want to press so I waited for her to make the first move.

I was casually enjoying my smoke and the wonderful coastal weather out on the deck when my wife opened the sliding glass door and asked if I wanted another cup of coffee. I handed her my cup and said yes. Inside I was as jumpy as hell! She was as normal acting as ever, nothing, I swear it seemed like she never did anything! I nervously lit another smoke and she appeared at the door with a smile and my coffee. 

As my wife stepped out onto the deck she handed me my cup and then with her other hand she handed me a secure digital card. She pulled up a chair next to mine on the deck and said bring up that porn website account of yours and up-load these pictures. She told me to block all the faces and to show her what I had done before do anything. Then she turned and went back inside the house.

I trembled as I popped the card into the computer. I hadn't seen any of what went on yesterday other than the few stolen glances I got and those were agonizingly too few! Oh my God! There was my wife on her knees, smiling into the camera with Bob's cock in her mouth! There was my wife getting her pussy eaten by Sally! There was my wife with her face buried in Sally's pussy and Bob was clearly behind her! There was my wife facing the camera smiling with Bob doing her doggy style! There was my wife on her back with her legs spread wide and on Bob's shoulders! There were only about twenty pictures altogether. I thought there would be more. It seemed like they were in there a long time. The last pictures really got me! There it was, a creampie shot! 

My cock was really getting hard now! I was in a state of shock on the inside! On the outside I was cool, maybe a little shaky. It was so strange as I started to doctor the photos they seemed like any other porn I would find on the Internet, but these were of my previously conservative wife! It took about an hour to get all the faces covered up and I called my wife to approve before I up-loaded them.

My wife again pulled up a chair and I opened up the pictures. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her surprise as she saw her pictures for the first time. I broke the ice by saying it looks like you had fun. I turned to look at her for her response. She told me that at first she was hiding her nervousness, but Bob and Sally really put her at ease fast. She said they kept complimenting her and her fears slowly melted away. Plus she said she knew she was safe she had been with them the day before and I was there anyway so how much safer did she need to be! After that she said she just gave in to the moment and had fun!

"Well it sure looks like you did," I said, "You did didn't you?" 

Looking at the pictures on the screen and mesmerized by them she said, "I did have fun, lots of fun!" And you how are you?

I'm horny as hell, shocked, but under this laptop I've got some morning wood that's letting me know how I really feel about this!

Then she told me I could finish up-loading the pictures in a little bit and to come to the bedroom and we'll take care of your "little" problem!

We stripped down in record time and I jumped up in bed and got ready for her to give me head like she normally does when we have a quicky. She told me she was still way too sore for any fucking. I was still okay with this, I didn't care, and I just needed some release. She had me lie on my back and she said she would sit on my face. Cool, I love this anyway! She lowered her pussy onto my face and allowed access to a little at a time. She loves to use my nose in her pussy and have suck on her clit and pussy lips. She likes to grind her pussy on me forcefully, she always has. When she has her orgasm she'll reward me by lifting her ass off my face and repositioning it so I can lick her asshole until she's ready to "rub out" another orgasm on my face. She'll do this for about three or so orgasms.

I became lost in doing what I love! Then my wife grabbed and twisted my nipples and used them to help her rub herself off on my face. Then she moved a little. I felt her grab my hand and she pumped some lotion in it. She dropped my hand. I knew what this meant. She had waited to have three orgasms before she gave me the lotion. I grabbed my cock and she teased me with details from yesterday and in less than five minutes I came hard, at least it felt hard, I couldn't see a thing.

As I lie there exhausted my wife got up of my face. She turned kind of funny, something seemed awkward but I was in "orgasm afterglow" mode. As she was standing next to me on the bed she scooped up the cum with her fingers and fed it to me just like last night. Then she complimented me on my pussy licking and my clean-up job. Then I caught it! She looked me straight in the eye and turned to the dresser and picked up her phone and stopped the movie she had been recording. 

I started to say something and then I thought I had better not. I posted her pictures without her knowledge. I don't really have a good argument for as to what she was going to do with it. What did I care? My face was covered the entire time any way! No one could tell it was me!

After we straightened up she said to go up-load the pictures. I set out on the task and she went back to the couch and her computer. I created a gallery called "Vacation Fun" and was done in no time. I went inside to tell my wife I was done.

She was looking at my Porn website profile. "You sure have a lot of wild stuff here honey," she said to me. "So, what's better, fantasy or reality honey?" she asked. 

Still reeling actually, I replied, "Well after those pictures and hearing you from the other room, I'd have to say, reality!"

"Good, we could both have fun with this as long as you understand that this all could end the second you say so! If you want me to stop just say the word. I do want to tell you that my attitude is different obviously now and I want to thank you for that! I can't believe how stubborn I was, but now, I understand much more," she said.

I asked her kind of timidly, "I know you're sore, but, I want to be in your pussy so bad!" Then even more timidly, "I'm still allowed aren't I?" 

She looked at me and smiled and said, "Of course honey, just like I said, I'm still sore and rubbing my pussy on your face just now didn't help much! You've got some new pictures to masturbate to, if you want. Why, are still horny?"

I touched my nose and said, "No, I was just worried about not getting to fuck you any more."

"Oh don't worry about that honey. You'll still get to fuck me. It'll just be like it was before. I'll tell you when you can fuck me, and only then! In the meantime, I've got some thinking to do." She told me.

The next few days went by. I still didn't get to fuck her. She had me lick her to orgasm and I got to jack-off and eat my cum. On Thursday she got a text from Bob and Sally. She told me Bob and Sally's friends came up from Los Angeles to get away for some fun. I was immediately excited and my mind swirled with what could happen. Then she crushed me when she said that I was not invited this time. She could tell I was despondent over the news. She came up to me and reassured me and said she knew that she couldn't expect this to work if she didn't consider my needs too! I wondered where she was going with this.

Friday came and my wife was getting herself ready. It's so different when you know what's going to happen rather than when you don't. Then my wife revealed her plan to me. 

My wife has a friend that lives in town named Donna. Donna has actually traveled in Europe with us before. Donna is a little older than us, not much, she's funny and good company. I've never had any attraction for her. Donna has been a long time friend to my wife and they talk about traveling all the time.

Donna is married and her whole family is totally dysfunctional. Donnas' husband has some condition that requires him to be on strong medications. He's been like this for as long as I've known Donna.

My wife told me that during the week when she was visiting with Donna she showed her the video she made of me!

I said, "You showed Donna?" I could feel my embarrassment rising.

"Why? Is that a problem? Do you want me to stop honey?" she asked.

"No, it's just, oh well, so how did she react?" I stumbled through.

"Well Donna is pretty frustrated by her husband Don. So, I figured she could babysit you for me while I was with Bob and Sally. I wanted to show her how you like being used. You two know each other and I trust her. You can do anything she'll let you do to her, but you have to do as she says. If I get any kind of report from Donna that you were reluctant in any way this ends the minute I hear it from her lips. If you don't act motivated and hurt her feelings that's it buddy! Well, what's your answer? I need to know so I can tell Bob and Sally that we're still on or not," she stated.

Oh my God! I thought to myself. My wife looked out of her eyebrows for an answer. I simply said while swallowing hard, "Your rules, ok!"

"That's right, my rules baby! Oh Donnas' in for such a treat! Thanks honey, you're the best! Great now get cleaned up, you've got to get ready too!" she said.

Six o'clock came fast. My wife met Donna in the driveway. They hugged I waited by the door. My wife got in the car and blew me a kiss out the car window. Donna came up the steps and smiled and hugged me like nothing was up.

I was about to learn how my wife had worked this situation to help herself and her good friend Donna. I closed the door and Donna told me she loved my video. I turned red. She laughed and said not to be embarrassed. She seemed so sure of herself. I couldn't get a good read on the situation. 

"Well are you ready? I don't know how long your wife will be gone and I can't afford to waste any time!" Donna asked.

All I could think to say was, "What would you like me to do Donna?"

(to be continued if anyone says they want me to)