16 comments/ 87271 views/ 31 favorites Practical Joke By: funk_doctor "Whoa... I don't know about this..." Kevin protested. Kevin and his girlfriend Jessica were visiting his friends Mike and Nikki who'd just moved into a new house by the lake. It was a humid summer weekend, and after Mike grilled up some steaks on the deck overlooking the water, the four of them had decided to go for a swim. Jessica insisted that she needed a shower before going swimming. Kevin didn't particularly understand the point of rinsing yourself off if you were just going to hop into the water, but he'd learned not to argue with his girlfriend. They'd been dating for almost six months. Kevin actually met Jessica through Mike and Nikki. He'd been friends with the married couple for years and at one of their parties Nikki had invited her coworker Jessica. Kevin had immediately fallen for the gorgeous, petite Asian woman and they'd been together ever since. "Come on, it will be funny!" Nikki insisted, pushing Kevin back onto the bed. Kevin had gone into the guest bedroom to change into his swim trunks. He'd already peeled his shirt off and begun to unbutton his jeans when Nikki had come barging in. She spoke in a hushed, hurried tone and had the giddy, excited look on her face that she always did when she was up to something. Nikki liked to play jokes on people and no one was more frequently targeted than her husband Mike. For the most part Kevin found her quirky sense of humor amusing, but at times she seemed to not understand what lines not to cross. He was beginning to think this was one of those times. "Oh, come on, lighten up, Kev!" Nikki said teasingly, using the nickname she knew Kevin didn't like, "It will be hilarious. Look, I have the webcam set up at just the right angle to catch his reaction when he walks past the door. All you've got to do is sit there and act like you're enjoying yourself." It was all beginning to make more sense. Since he'd gotten there over an hour ago, it seemed that Nikki was being particularly flirtatious with Kevin. He hadn't thought much of it at first, her hand lingering on his as she passed him a beer, batting her eyelashes and laughing just a bit too long when he cracked a joke. She'd been planning this since she invited them, Kevin guessed. Nikki's plan was to have Kevin sit on the edge of the bed. She would get on her knees in front of him and pretend to give him a blowjob. The webcam on the computer would capture Mike's reaction when he walked past the open door and saw what appeared to be his wife sucking on his friend's cock. It was typical of her kind of risky, questionable humor. Nikki took Kevin's reluctant silence as consent and moved quickly. It wouldn't take Mike long to change in the master bedroom and she wanted to be in position. Kevin's pants were already unbuckled, so Nikki tugged them down around his ankles. His striped boxers were tugged down a little as well, far enough that a tuft of pubic hair peeked out over the elastic waistband. Kevin quickly pulled the boxers back up, opening his mouth to protest. He lost his train of thought however as Nikki peeled off her shirt. The tight shirt dragged Nikki's large breasts up as she pulled it over her head so they fell free, bouncing generously. Nikki had indeed planned this joke out far in advance. So much so that before the other couple had arrived she changed out of her bra and put two pieces of black tape over each nipple in an X. Kevin's eyes watched Nikki's perky tits jiggle as she laughed in anticipation of the joke's effect on her husband. Kevin felt the blood rushing to his cock. He knew that Nikki was just doing this for a laugh, but still he was getting turned on. Nikki was a cute Latina a couple years shy of her thirtieth birthday. She had long flowing brunette hair with blonde highlights and full, puffy lips. Her tits were amazing. They were real and very big and round, like her ass, jiggling with every movement. Unrestrained by clothing, they swung freely, brushing against Kevin's bare thigh as she bent over and flipped the short skirt she was wearing up over her ass so that her husband would have a good view of her panties when he came by. Kevin noted that there was no sign of tan lines on her smooth, olive colored skin. "Okay," Nikki whispered with one more hesitant look over her shoulder, "now we've gotta make this look as real as possible. So just close your eyes and pretend you're having a good time, maybe throw in a moan or two if you think you can keep a straight face." With a final wink, Nikki licked her lips and began bobbing her head up and down, lips parted as if taking Kevin's invisible cock into her mouth. ***** Mike was already changed into his swimming trunks, a towel thrown over his shoulder. The squeaking door on the master bedroom reminded him of something. They'd just moved in last week, and the previous owner was supposed to fix a couple things. One of which was the doors to the bedrooms, both were slightly warped, making it so that they would not lock properly. Apparently the contractors had not gotten to the doors, so he decided to take a quick little video on his phone to demonstrate. He opened and closed the door a couple times, showing the misalignment at the top and bottom before moving down the hall to the guest bedroom. Mike rounded the corner and stopped short, shocked by what he saw. Ten feet from him his wife was on her knees, her round ass poking out behind her with her face in Kevin's lap. Her head was moving up and down as she sucked him off. Mike could hear the slurping noises she always made as she went down on him. Kevin's eyes were rolled back in his head, and he was leaning back on his elbows with his pants around his ankles. Fire began to burn inside of Mike. He watched as his wife rubbed her pussy through the lace panties he'd bought her last valentine's day as she continued to slurp on his friend's cock. Instinct told him to run into the room and beat them both senseless, but he was frozen in fury as he watched. He didn't breathe for several seconds, finally storming off down the hallway without saying a word. As he continued to walk down the hallway, his anger grew hotter and hotter. Nikki had been flirting with Kevin all afternoon. He thought she was just trying to get him jealous, which she'd been known to do from time to time. She thought it made the sex hotter when she got him all riled up. Now he started to suspect that Nikki and Kevin may have been having an affair. How long had it been going on? Did Jessica know? ***** Kevin could feel that his face was flushed. He was embarrassed, because his cock had begun to grow hard, starting to lift his boxers. He couldn't help it. Just the visual image of Nikki's full lips wrapped around an imaginary cock as her tits brushed up against his leg was turning him on more than he would have liked to admit and now she was making very convincing sucking sounds to augment the illusion. He leaned back on his arms and closed his eyes, unknowingly missing Mike who stood briefly in the doorway with his phone out. When he opened his eyes back up he and Nikki still thought Mike was still in the bedroom down the hall. ***** Jessica was in the shower that had access to the deck. It was a nice addition to have a shower that one could use before entering the house proper when coming back from a dip in the lake or the hot tub which was out on the deck. She had just stepped into the warm spray of water when she heard the door open. Instinctively, Jessica threw an arm over her b-cup breasts and her other hand between her thighs to cover herself as she spun to see a wide-eyed Mike. His face was the picture of unbridled rage. "What's wrong?" Jessica said, keeping herself covered with her hands. Mike opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but no words came out. Instead he exhaled heavily through clenched teeth. He punched a couple buttons on the phone he was holding with a white knuckled grip, turning it so that Jessica could see the video. Still confused, and uncomfortable at being accosted by her host while she was nude, she leaned closer to see the image. It was just a door opening and closing followed by the image of Nikki on her knees blowing her boyfriend. Jessica's mouth dropped open, and she held a hand in front of her face in disbelief as she watched her friend and coworker take her boyfriend's cock in her mouth as she rubbed her own pussy. "What... where.... where did you get this?" Jessica asked, still in shock as the video ended. Mike's hand was trembling with rage, and he had to take a slow deep breath to calm himself enough to speak, "I was just walking down the hall. I happened to have my phone on." There was a long silence between them; Jessica began to hyperventilate, finally blurting out "What are we going to do?" ***** "Jesus, how long has he been in there?" Kevin whispered, exasperated. He wasn't so much upset by the fact that Nikki was pretend blowing him, it was more the fact that every moment that passed, his cock grew larger and larger. By now, it was too large for him to even pretend that Nikki hadn't noticed. He worried what Mike would think when he finally arrived and stormed in all pissed off. Would it still be a joke if Kevin was lying there with a raging hard on? And what would Jessica say? Nikki sat back, wiping the saliva that had dripped onto her chin. She giggled and held a finger to her lips for Kevin to be quiet and play along. She skipped out into the hallway and looked down at the master bedroom, then snuck back inside. "The door is still closed, I'm sure he'll be out any minute," she whispered, "just keep playing along." Mike had taken the opportunity to tuck his growing cock underneath his thigh to keep it from being so obvious while Nikki was out of the room for a moment. He was so engorged that it was painful to bend his cock down that far. It didn't go unnoticed; Nikki got back into position and glanced down at his crotch then back up at him. "Aww," Nikki said teasingly, giving him a wink, "where did it go? You know, it's kind of nice to know that another man still finds me attractive. I took it as a compliment." She gave him a broad smile, and Kevin blushed hard. ***** "I have to know why... how long?" Mike said, after a long silence. Jessica nodded. She couldn't imagine why Kevin would act like that-with her and Mike in the house at the same time, no less. She grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around herself. Mike's eyes darted down for just a moment at her slender waist and shaved pussy. She saw him glance, but was too preoccupied with the news of their unfaithful partners and the knowledge that the offenders were so close, still engaged in the act. Mike took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom at a rapid pace down the hallway towards the bedrooms. She didn't have time to tuck the towel into place, and held it over her breasts. It came loose in the back and by the time they approached the guest bedroom she was simply holding it in front of her loosely, completely exposed from behind. "I... I can't do this..." she said softly, stopping Mike who looked back to see why she had slowed her pace, "I just can't do it." Her lower lip was trembling and she pulled her hand back from him to cover her mouth. They could hear Nikki eagerly slurping on Kevin's cock through the open door just a few feet down the hall. "I just can't..." Jessica said again, turning and fleeing down the hall. Mike wanted to say something to her, but didn't know what. He watched her run down the hall, fully nude from behind with the towel fluttering in front of her, until she disappeared around the corner. He turned back towards the door, ready to confront the two cheaters, but hesitated. Reluctantly he turned away from the door and pursued Jessica instead. It took him a moment to find her. She'd fled out the back door off of the deck and down the long sloping path that led to their wooden dock. He followed her footsteps, finding her inside the shade of the small boat house which housed two jet-skis. Jessica was curled up with her back against the plank wall, hugging her knees to her chest. The towel was draped over her chest and between her legs, but it left the entirety of the outside of each leg exposed. Mike sat down beside her, adopting a similar position and following her blank stare out over the sparkling water of the lake, tiny waves reflecting a thousand pinpoints of glittering sunlight. They sat there in silence for a long moment, with only the sound of the waves lapping against the dock and the occasional creak of the planks behind them. "Why?" Jessica asked simply. Mike just shook his head. He didn't understand either. Maybe his relationship with his wife was deteriorating a little. There had been a lot of stress with the move into the new house and everything that came along with that, but he thought they were still doing well. Maybe some of that stress was because the cheating slut had been having an affair with his friend. "I'm not ugly or fat right? I mean, you find me attractive, don't you?" Jessica asked, still staring straight ahead. "What?" "Am I good looking?" she asked again. "Yes, yes, of course you are." Mike assured her, brushing a strand of damp hair off of her cheek, "Any guy would be thanking his lucky stars just to be with you." Jessica stifled a sniffle. ***** "Look, I don't think he's coming." Kevin said finally. Nikki sighed, "Maybe you're right. Hurry up and get your suit on, let's go find them." While Kevin changed, Nikki went over to the master bedroom. She opened the door, finding it empty. She quickly peeled off the tape, which had more adhesion than she'd expected, being a little painful to pull off of her sensitive nipples. Then she changed into her swim suit as well, a tiny blue bikini that showed off her luscious curves. She was going to enjoy being by the lake and having an excuse to flaunt around the back yard in a skimpy bikini. She loved giving their older neighbors a thrill. She met Kevin in the hallway. It was obvious that he was trying hard to conceal his erection in the board shorts he'd changed into. She smirked to herself as she headed down the hallway towards the deck. "Maybe they went down to the lake already?" Nikki said, thinking out loud as they found the house empty. The water in Jessica's shower was still running. Nikki turned it off and looked down over the back yard and the lake. There was no sign of Mike or Jessica down by the dock. Inside she heard Kevin calling for his girlfriend. "Where'd they go?" he asked, joining her out on the deck. "I don't know." ***** Jessica stood and walked forward a few steps. Mike stood as well, still leaning against the wall behind him, not knowing what to say. He didn't know how to comfort Jessica, but she was the only person who had any idea right now of how hurt he was. Jessica was much more petite than his wife, only perhaps 5'1" or 5'2" with slender features. She had a narrow waist and a tight, firm ass with legs that were surprisingly well defined with thick thighs for her small frame. He remembered that she was an avid cyclist as his eyes wandered up her naked back. She let the towel drop to the floor, her back still to him. "You're not just saying that are you?" Jessica asked, still looking out over the water. "Are you kidding? If I wasn't married I would..." Mike stopped short, realizing what he'd just said. Jessica turned to face him, baring her body. Mike's eyes slowly worked their way up from her purple painted toenails, over her calves, her thick thighs, to her shaved pussy. She had long, dark pussy lips that appeared to Mike like the delicately folded petals of a flower. She had a slender waist with a flat stomach. Her breasts were smaller than Nikki's massive tits, but still a nice handful with dark nipples that were long and as thick around as her little finger. His eyes drifted higher, over her quivering lips to her eyes, which were locked on his. "I would..." Mike said again, but she stopped him, stepping forward and putting a finger to his lips. "Why don't you show me." she said incredibly softly as she pressed her naked body against his. She was much shorter than Mike who stood a full head taller than her. Her breasts pressed against his abs and he could feel the poke of her hard nipples. Mike put a hand around the small of her back as she pulled the string on his shorts and reached a hand inside his trunks, rubbing his cock. It didn't take long before he was growing hard. ***** "Where the hell did they go?" Nikki said, genuinely confused. She and Kevin had checked the entire house, even going so far as to look outside to make sure all of the cars were still there. Mike and Jessica weren't swimming yet as far as they could see and the little motorboat they owned was still tied up to the dock out in the sunshine. ***** With Mike nice and hard, Jessica stepped back to where the Jet Ski was parked. She sat backwards on the back seat of the Jet Ski and lifted her legs up together until they were above the level of her head, then slowly spread them as Mike watched hungrily. Jessica was very flexible, able to get her legs to a full 180 degree spread as she balanced on the back of the small craft. Jessica used two fingers to spread her lips, revealing the inside of her pink pussy. Mike looked up from her tight body to her face. She was breathing heavily, eyes locked on him as he stood there, holding his stiff cock. Of course he'd fantasized about his wife's hot friend on more than one occasion. Jessica had a beautiful face, Asian features, pretty brown eyes, high cheekbones and a gorgeous smile. The way she bit down on her lower lip as she slowly rubbed her pussy made him weak in the knees. He'd never thought that he'd actually have the chance to sleep with Jessica. Of course, he never thought his wife would cheat on him, either. It was hard to believe that the sexy young Asian chick was lying there in front of him, waiting lustfully. Kneeling down slowly, Mike began licking her pussy. Her body quivered as he put his lips against her. He glanced up to see if she was uncomfortable with the situation. Her eyes were rolled back, but when she realized he was waiting, she looked down at him and pulled his head closer to her thighs. Mike began eating her out in earnest. It had been years since he'd been with another woman. Just thinking about his cheating wife made him angry and he began to pleasure Jessica with a renewed vigor, sliding a finger slowly into her incredibly tight pussy as he licked her clit. Jessica moaned and writhed underneath him, digging her nails into his shoulder and arching her back. After a minute or two, with Jessica's juices flowing liberally, Mike kissed his way up her flat stomach, pausing at her tits. He squeezed them together and licked her nipples, playing with them for a few moments. He moved up and kissed her on the lips, which tasted faintly of her cherry lip gloss. They began cautiously, but soon were kissing forcefully, tongues intertwined, his body heaving on top of her. Jessica reached down and stroked his stiff cock a few times. He was larger than Kevin by a good margin. She didn't think she'd ever had a cock so big. Jessica guided Mike's cock to her pussy. He stopped kissing as he slowly pushed the head against her body. She was so tight that it took some effort to gently push his way inside her. As he worked his cock slowly, she kissed and sucked on his lower lip. When he was finally all the way in, Mike began to thrust hard, until his thighs were slapping up against Jessica's nice tight ass with each stroke, his balls slapping against her damp skin. Jessica was quiet at first, biting her lower lip as his big cock stretched her tiny pussy further than it had ever been stretched before. The pain began to give way to intense pleasure as he filled her and she braced herself with both hands on his chest as he plowed her harder and harder, channeling his rage and frustration into every thrust. Practical Joke, or Serious Mistake? The great hall was dimly lit with a thousand tiny flames erupting from their prospective wicks. The walls were of stone and clay, worn smooth in places due to the unspeakable acts that happened up against them. The stage at the front of the room was large and bloodstained from the spilling of hundreds of human souls. A huge cage stood in the middle, frightening in its implications. Perhaps tonight the entertainment would prove interesting. I smiled slowly, wondering which of the screaming victims in the dungeons would show as our plaything. Deep below the surface of the earth, we mingled among each other, stopping briefly here and there to sniff each other like dogs, smelling the bountiful blood that pulsed just beneath the surface of our skin. Everywhere I looked, we stood, sat, and made love, our luscious white skin gleaming iridescent in the flickering candlelight. To my left, two young men engaged in sex play, their bodies writhing against each other, unaware of the group surrounding them, watching silently. I caught bits and pieces of conversation, who had killed whom, and what the rest of the week should bring. One of our aspiring musicians played softly in a corner on a scarred and battered mandolin he had taken from his latest victim. I paused a moment to take stock of my own beauty. My long, dark, almost black tresses cascaded in lovely waves around my face, streaming loosely to my tiny waist. Huge green eyes peaked out from a light fringe of bangs, teasing, pulling with their enormity and color. How many mortals have I stopped dead in their tracks just from one look? Pouty, red lips, kissable, bitable even, curved gently in a slow smile, as I ran my hands down my bountiful curves. My breasts, high and large, jutted out from my chest, inviting even the noblest of men to touch, to tease. Nipples, clearly visible through the hunter satin dress I wore seemed to almost be able to cut glass, the anticipation of the evening was so great. My waist, tiny as I mentioned, flared out into well rounded hips, then tapering to long, beautiful legs, perfectly formed without a scar, wrinkle, or an ounce of cellulite. I felt the core of my being throb as I ran my hand absentmindedly over it, flooding my thighs with a creamy warmth. I bit my lip with sharp teeth, that had just that morning taken the life of a lovely farm maid. I am, you see, a vampire. My name, is Ari. Suddenly, the room grows quiet as a man enters from a side door. Payne, the leader of our large coven, and my master, the one who made me, taught me the Dark Arts. He strides in purposefully, calmly, his black eyes flashing as he moves through the room toward me. I can see muscles rippling in his calves and thighs, his manhood straining at the tight bonds of his leggings. I laugh quietly at his arousal. He must have only now returned from the whore house on the surface. I see a small trickle of dried blood at the corner of his mouth. Tossing his dark hair over his shoulder, his olive complexion mottled in anger he stands before me, shaking in his rage. "I see that you enjoyed yourself tonight, my lord." I whisper conspiratorially. "May I ask, was your maiden pleased with your services as well?" I struggle to keep my voice under control. For that morning, I had added a simple potion to Payne's morning draught of wine that would make his erection uncontrollable and would, unfortunately, not allow him any release, therefore leaving him no doubt frustrated, and yearning for ejaculation. I gasped at he suddenly seized my shoulders roughly, bringing me up against him for a bruising kiss. "No," he hissed. "She did not. I battered her so much that when I was finished she was begging me to kill her. Unfortunately, she is my favorite whore, therefore I took no pleasure in ending her short life. AND I achieved no release. But you will be dealt with before the night is through." He smiled then, wickedly, and I felt a pang of unease deep in my breast. The look on his face was unsettling, and I turned from him as I heard a booming voice from the front of the great hall. "Ladies, and Gentlemen. Tonight will be extraordinary. The making of a new vampire is upon us. For months, we have painstakingly collected the prisoners in our dungeons, using most of them for slave labor, some for food, and others for entertainment. But tonight, there is one who has survived even the brutalist of treatment. His name, is Morgain. And tonight, he will be our entertainment." Applause broke out among us, wolf whistles and shrieks added to the mayhem as a man was led out onto the stage in chains, his head held high despite the treatment he had endured in the past months. I saw that he was indeed, a handsome specimen. Tall, with bright, shocking blue eyes and thick blond hair that hung nearly to his shoulders. Muscles rippled in his back and his stomach was flat and muscled as well. His most impressive feature, however, was his phallus. Naked as he was, even in his terror, he was fully erect. Perhaps serviced my a maid right before coming on stage. Precome dripped from the end of his dick. 9 inches long, perhaps more, and as thick as my wrist. I felt a twinge in my pussy as he was pushed forward. Payne leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Shut your mouth, Ari, you look ridiculous." I snapped my jaw shut quickly, unaware that I had been gawking like an idiot. "Do you like what you see?" he whispered, wrapping one massive hand around my left breast, kneading gently. "Perhaps you would be interested in servicing that massive stud." I moaned as his hands drifted down toward my hips, caressing, touching, squeezing, pinching. He had drawn me back into a shadowed corner so that we could watch the festivities. He bunched my dress up around my hips and sat me on his lap, facing the stage. Morgain was staring in fright at the young vampire chosen to take his life and then give it back to him. He struggled against his bonds, trying to figure out how to use them to his advantage. The young vampire, by the name of Gabriella, teased him slowly, lifting a clawed hand to scratch and inflict minor wounds, dodging around him, laughing as he tried to fight her. She spun around him quickly and lashed his hands behind him, and bit slowly into the side of his neck, drawing a little blood and stopping. Payne ran his hands down the front of my gown, brutally pinching one hardening nipple, drawing on it with his fingers, then ran his hand down to my pussy. My legs are spread brazenly, and I can smell my essence, womanly, musky, as my juices gather around my dewy nether lips. I moan softly as he traces my outer lips lightly with one finger, teasing me, taunting my to beg for more. I plead with him in low tones, "Please, please..." My voice trails off as he inserts one finger into me, circling his thumb around my hardening clit. "Perhaps you would be interested in having his cock slam into you, over and over..." Payne's husky voice only added to my excitement as he continued to tease my clit gently. "See the way she taunts him Ari? As I am doing to you? Can you imagine my teeth biting into your neck again, drawing on you, taking your life, yet all you feel is sweet release and an almost orgasmic pleasure?" Payne lifted me high into the air with one hand, fumbling with his belt with the other. He then lowered me slowly onto his waiting dick, impaling me slowly, at his own pace. My pussy screamed for release, but I found none, as he took his time, slowly pumping in and out of me as I continue to watch the spectacle on stage. Morgain was now writhing as Gabriella hooked his chains to rings in the floor, tightening them until he was spread before her in a classic crucifiction pose. He moaned then as she took his cock into her mouth, bringing it slowly to fruition again. Before long he was bucking his hips against her mouth, until she bit him softly. My pussy twinged as I watched silent tears begin to leak out from this sudden attack of pain. Payne continue to pump me slowly up and down on his huge dick, his hands, searching and exploring my body, one finger delving into the crack of my ass, pressing, then filling. His other hand continuing to squeeze and pinch my breasts and nipples. Gabriella then moved up Morgain's body and lowered her dripping pussy onto his waiting cock, drawing a gasp from him as she began to ride him, slowly at first, then harder as she sensed his impending orgasm. I was now moving frantically up and down on top of Payne, willing my body to release. I leaned back into Payne as Gabriella leaned down and engulfed the side of Morgain's neck with her mouth and teeth, just as he was ejaculating, drawing his blood into her. I felt Payne bite into my neck! My orgasm rippled over me as I watched Gabriella take Morgain's life and as Payne was drinking of me. Panic overcame me as my orgasm continued, but Payne showed no signs of stopping. My vision blurred and I gasped for breath, begging him to stop, clawing at him with my hands. Morgain's eyes met mine as I fell to the ground in front of Payne. He laughed and continued to pump his dick over my body, but I could not move...Terrified, I looked back toward the stage, Gabriella was now giving her blood to Morgain, and he was drinking in great draughts, changing into one of us, but Payne was just laughing at me...suddenly I felt great droplets of his come as he climaxed over my prone body, hot and wet. My vision blurred further and all I saw was darkness... Payne's voice was the last thing I heard..."You shouldn't have played with me, Ari. Don't you know, I ALWAYS finish first." Practical Joke Jessica let out a gasp and a moan as she felt an orgasm rising deep inside her. She lost her balance with her outstretched legs and began to fall to one side. Mike caught her, easily able to keep her from tumbling to the side. Mike paused, repositioning her legs, tucking his elbows under her knees and resting his hands on either side of her shoulders so that she was not only securely pinned to the seat of the Jet Ski, but her knees were lifted up towards her head and her ass came up slightly off of the seat. He gave her a brief kiss before resuming his thrusts. Jessica threw her head back and let out a loud moan, rolling her hips in time with his rhythm. ***** "Fuck it," Nikki said, hands on her hips, "let's go down to the dock. I bet if we crank up that boat of his that he loves so much, he'll come running. Mike won't let anyone else drive it, not even me." Kevin shrugged and followed her as she set off down the stone lined path that led towards the dock. ***** Inside the boat house, Jessica's moans got louder and louder. She pushed back against each thrust that Mike delivered; the feeling of her taut pussy gripping his cock was incredible. Then suddenly she stopped, her muscles clamping down on his cock as her body began to shudder. He pushed in and out of her several more times as she climaxed. Her chest was heaving and shaking as she moaned loudly, back arching up off of the vinyl seat, thighs quivering as the orgasm rolled over her body. Mike came just a moment later. The incredible grip of her pussy on his shaft caught him slightly off guard and the first jet of cum spurted off inside her. He quickly pulled out, and came on her tits. Jessica eagerly took it, pushing her breasts together and sliding underneath him further to catch all of his sticky white seed on her breasts. Mike groaned and took two deep breaths as he stood over Jessica's cum splattered body with her smiling up at him. ***** Nikki rounded the corner to the boat house with Kevin two steps behind her. As they approached the boat house, she'd heard sounds that became more and more suspicious the closer they got. She was just in time to see her husband pull out his throbbing cock and cum all over the naked Asian slut that she had been working with for the past two years. Mike stroked his cock a half dozen more times as the last drops of cum dribbled down onto Jessica's tits. "What the fuck!" Nikki screamed angrily, running over and shoving her husband away from the other woman. "Jessica?!?!" Kevin exclaimed in shock. "What did you expect?" Mike addressed his wife, spitting the words out angrily, "You think you could just fuck another guy in the house and I wouldn't find out! Turnabout is fair play, you stupid slut." "I wasn't doing anything..." Nikki protested, but Kevin cut her off. "Oh, I was hoping you'd say that!" he said, grabbing his phone. "Look, I got it on video tape. Something interesting for my lawyer to play in court when I explain why my cheating slut of a wife shouldn't get a fucking dime." "Goddamn it Michael..." Nikki said her voice a mix of anger and frustration, "it was a fucking joke." ***** Two minutes later they were all standing in front of the computer screen as Nikki replayed the video from the web cam, which included her hurried explanation of the joke to Kevin as she pulled his shorts down. A feeling of doom and guilt began to well up inside Mike, replacing the burning anger he'd felt just minutes earlier. Jessica began to hyperventilate as she realized the implications. The four stood there in silence, huddled around the monitor as the events of the past half hour replayed in their minds. "Babe, I am so sorry." Mike said, turning to his wife, too ashamed to look into her face. At the same time, Jessica tried to say something to Kevin, but just managed to stammer, "I...I... we...it looked...how could I know..." She approached Kevin who was sitting on the edge of the bed, but he held her at arms' length by the shoulders. "For fuck's sake," he muttered, "you're still covered in cum." Jessica looked down at her chest and ran off towards the shower she'd been in when Mike burst in on her. "It was a joke..." Nikki repeated what was now obvious to all of them. Mike couldn't believe how terribly wrong this afternoon had gone. He wished he could rewind the last hour of his life and do it over again, erase it all. "If it's any consolation it was a really convincing joke." he offered weakly. Nikki glared at him, her brown eyes like lasers burning into his skull. He immediately regretted opening his mouth. Finally she turned away from him with her arms folded. He put his hands on her shoulders and tried to pull her close, but she shrugged him off and stalked out of the room. "Fuck me..." Mike said shaking his head as he watched Nikki stalk off. Hearing Kevin rise from the bed, he turned just in time to see the blur of a fist as Kevin decked him in the jaw. Mike was knocked against the wall by the unexpected, but not entirely undeserved blow. He saw stars. ***** Several minutes later Mike was sitting out on the deck, alone, feeling like a jackass. His mind was numb. He didn't know what he was going to do. He wanted to try and salvage things with Nikki. He really did love her, but he'd just committed the worst offense. There was no chance she would take him back. He sulked and sipped a beer, holding the cold bottle against his bruised cheek between gulps. He looked up as the three others came out of the back door onto the deck. Jessica moved over to the chair furthest from Mike and sat down, looking at the ground. She had cleaned up and changed back into her clothes. Nikki was still clearly angry, her arms folded underneath her big tits in the skimpy bikini. "Listen up," Kevin addressed both Mike and Jessica, "Nikki and I had a nice long talk. You both thought you saw something that you really didn't see. It was a joke, albeit perhaps a bad one," he glanced accusingly at Nikki for a split second, "but regardless of what you thought you saw, the first thing that popped into your head was to fuck each other. That doesn't show much faith in me, babe." "Same here," Nikki chimed in, unable to resist an "asshole" under her breath, "but maybe we can figure out a way to move past this. Maybe, just maybe, we can save our marriage. Maybe we can work things out." This piqued Mike's attention-it was almost too good to be true. Was Nikki willing to forgive him already? After all, it was pretty much her fault for pulling such a tasteless stunt to begin with. "If you two want to try and patch things up, this is what we're going to do." Kevin said, taking a deep breath before he explained the fix he and Nikki had come up with. It wasn't as if either of the others had much say in it. There was no second choice as they were clearly the ones in the wrong. Mike tried to get up and leave, but Nikki told him he had better sit his ass back down in the chair and watch. So Mike watched as his busty wife slowly stripped off her top and began to lap dance for Kevin as he sat in a chair between Mike and Jessica. Kevin toyed with Nikki's big breasts and sucked on her nipples. Soon Nikki stripped off the bottom of her bikini, making a point of throwing it onto Jessica's lap as she rubbed her naked ass against Kevin's crotch. Mike was flooded with a barrage of mixed emotions as he watched his wife strip and grind on the other man. The feelings of relief at the suggestion that Nikki might even consider taking him back were replaced by immediate jealousy at even the thought of Kevin seeing his wife naked, much less watching her grind on him and rub his hard cock. Kevin stood up from the chair and slid his shorts off, exposing his rigid cock. Nikki attacked it like a rabid dog, shoving his cock into her mouth and immediately swallowing it deep into her throat until her lips were resting against the base of his shaft. Kevin was caught off guard, not ready for this. Once in college he had a drunken girl try to deep throat him. She'd sort of done it, but not particularly well and with a lot of gagging. Jessica hadn't so much as tried to take his cock like that, but here Nikki was, holding him by the hips and forcing his cock as deep as it would go down her throat. Mike glanced over at Jessica. She was sitting with her legs tucked underneath herself, watching with her mouth open slightly, eyebrows raised, clearly surprised by Nikki's blowjob talents. Kevin grabbed the back of Nikki's head and began fucking her face roughly. He was mad at Jessica as well, but figured that Nikki wasn't faultless. The stupid joke that had kicked everything off had been her fault after all; he hadn't wanted anything to do with it. Although he had to admit, the tease of Nikki pretending to suck him off in the bedroom earlier made this blowjob even more pleasurable. Finally Nikki came up for air, gasping after going down on Kevin for well over a minute. Kevin took his dripping cock and slapped it roughly against Nikki's cheek several times before grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to her feet. He bent her over the table that was still littered with paper plates and cups from the meal. Nikki let out a little squeal of surprise as he manhandled her, pushing her face down against the table as he rubbed the head of his cock between her plump ass cheeks. Nikki had a nice ass. She knew it and generally wore tight fitting skirts and short shorts to show off her ample booty. Kevin reached down and slid his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy lips rapidly with his fingers until she squirmed and moaned, clamping her thighs together to stop him. He spread her legs and slid his cock into her pussy. Kevin found her body very ready for him, as he mounted her doggy style. He slid his cock deep inside her until her ass was nestled against his crotch. He held it deep inside her slapping her ass several times, each time his hand spanked her, her ass jiggled in a way that Jessica's never would. Nikki began grinding her hips in a circle, anxious for the teasing to stop. She looked over her shoulder back at Kevin, catching a glimpse of her husband behind him, watching intensely as she fucked another man. Kevin grabbed her hair and tugged it from behind, forcing her head forward and up towards the sky. He held her hair like that as he began to fuck her. Each thrust bounced the glass topped patio table a fraction of an inch across the deck, the metal feet squeaking in protest as they scraped along the wooden deck. Nikki moaned and squealed in delight as he fucked her rough and hard, his hips bouncing off of her ass. He held her by the hair and the hips and fucked her so fast that she began to scream. He kept up an incredibly rapid pace until his legs fatigued and he stopped, resuming slow, long strokes, interspersed with several more slaps to her nice ass. Kevin squeezed her butt cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Finally, he pulled her up off of the table into a standing position. Nikki's left breast had landed directly on one of the paper plates and was now covered in brown steak sauce. Noticing this, Kevin paraded over towards Jessica in an awkward duck-walk, with Nikki still impaled on his cock. "Clean it up," he ordered his girlfriend, "lick her off." Nikki spun her head around with open-mouthed look of astonishment before turning her head back around as Jessica's tongue began to lap at her soiled breast. She seemed to spend an unnecessarily long time carefully licking her nipple clean. Nikki found it strangely erotic, finding that it turned her on much more than she would have expected. Nikki had never been with another woman. She knew some girls went through an experimental phase in college or whatever, but she never felt the urge. Nikki knew what she liked and she liked dick. But the feeling of Jessica's hot breath and warm tongue coupled with the hard cock slowly pumping her dripping pussy was incredibly stimulating. When Kevin figured he'd let Jessica lick her long enough, he began pounding her hard from behind again. Nikki fell forward, bracing herself with a hand on the bench on either side of Jessica's hips. Her big, pillowy tits slapped up and down as the force of each thrust was transmitted through her body. Jessica found the effect of her big swinging tits only a few inches from Jessica's face oddly mesmerizing. They slapped together as they swung towards Nikki's head and then separated, moving in a semicircular pattern out and back until they swung together again as Nikki's body thrust forward. As Kevin fucked her faster and faster, the circular motion changed into a stationary vibration. Nikki's face screwed up into an ecstatic expression, eyes squinted shut and nose curled up as if she smelled something foul. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh!" Nikki cried out, her voice faltering with each of Kevin's rapid thrusts. Mike knew his wife well. He could tell she was about to climax. She came as she always did, with an increasingly loud moan followed by a string of curse words. "Oh, fuck you mother fucking asshole, fuck that fucking pussy ohhhhhhh!" she snarled at Kevin, locking eyes with him. Kevin felt her pussy juices flow over his cock. At first it was just a little fluid, but a moment later there was a sizeable stream of clear liquid gushing over his cock and down his thighs. Kevin pulled his cock out of her pussy, and watched as Nikki reached down and rubbed her clit, continuing to spew juices all over the newly painted deck. She fairly collapsed in a stunned Jessica's lap as the orgasm passed. "Well damn." Kevin said in genuine surprise. He chuckled and then propped one foot on the bench beside Jessica, positioning his hips over Nikki's collapsed body as she lay there, panting. He grabbed his girlfriend's head and shoved his cock into her mouth. "Tell me how your friend tastes on my dick." he said as he shoved his cock in and out of her mouth, "Do you like the way Nikki's juices taste all over your boyfriend's cock? Does it turn you on when I make her cum like a fucking river?" He shoved his cock into the back of her throat until she gagged, finally pulling it back and letting her spit long strings of saliva as she gasped for air. Nikki was still breathing heavily from her pounding, sitting on the floor and leaning up against Jessica's seat. She looked up as Kevin rammed his cock back into Jessica's mouth just above her head. Mike was watching intently as well. His cock was rock hard inside his swimming trunks and he wasn't quite sure when he'd begun rubbing himself as he watched. Seeing his wife get pounded by another man should piss him off. But on another level he was incredibly turned on, watching his wife and his friend have wild, angry sex. Nikki began to crawl on all fours across the deck, out from underneath the other couple. She felt almost too weak, too tender from the intense orgasm to stand. Suddenly she felt Kevin grab her leg, pulling her back and up into the air. She stumbled up on one foot. "I'm not done with you yet." Kevin said as he once again pushed her up onto the table, this time facing him with her legs spread. Eye to eye, he slid his cock briefly between her sopping wet pussy lips, before moving further down. "Wait," she said, stopping him with a hand on his sweaty chest, "I... I don't do anal." A sneer curled up in the corner of Kevin's mouth, "Is that right, buddy?" he asked Mike, without moving his gaze from Nikki's big brown eyes, "Your wife won't take it in the ass?" Mike stood there with a stiff cock, watching. It was true, but he wasn't about to give Kevin the satisfaction of any kind of answer. He'd tried to convince Nikki to try anal on numerous occasions. She was pretty open-minded in the bedroom, willing to try all kinds of freaky stuff, but she would not take anything in her ass. "We'll see about that." Kevin said, sinking his cock into Nikki's ass with one slow but forceful push, her asshole stretching around his shaft. "Oh god, fuck...." Nikki let out an animalistic grunt as the cock filled her ass. She collapsed on her back, her head hanging off the opposite edge of the table, sending empty beer bottles clattering across the deck. She found herself looking at her husband upside down as his friend started to fuck her asshole. Surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as she remembered from her one and only experience in high school. In fact, it felt quite pleasant as Kevin began to rub her clit while his cock pumped her ass. She pulled her head back up and locked eyes with Kevin as he fucked her in the ass. Kevin slid two fingers into her pussy, finger fucking her as his cock filled her other hole. He pulled his fingers out and put them in Nikki's open mouth. She eagerly licked them off, grabbing his wrist and sucking on his fingers. By now Kevin was so turned on, having had his way with the hottest of his friends' wives. He grabbed Nikki's plump breasts, one in each hand, squeezing the soft tits hard and shoving his cock deep into her ass. Her mouth opened as if she was going to cry out or moan, but she didn't make a sound. Kevin shoved his cock deep inside her as it unleashed the most powerful orgasm he'd felt in a long time. He held his cock deep inside her as he pumped it full of cum. As he finished, he released his tight grip on her tits, leaving behind marks where his fingers had been. He slid his cock out of her ass slowly and plopped down on the bench beside Jessica. Nikki lay there for a long moment, legs spread, asshole gaping, oozing Kevin's cum. She leaned back again, looking at her husband upside down. Mike had pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking himself. Beside Kevin, Jessica had a hand down her panties, rubbing her clit as well. The four of them sat there without speaking for a while. After recovering her composure a little, Nikki walked over to Mike curling up in the seat beside him. He still had his cock out and was idly stroking it as he watched Jessica thoroughly lick Kevin's cock clean. Kevin sipped a lukewarm half-full bottle of beer that had been left on the railing as his girlfriend licked his cock clean. "Well, I could use a soak after that." Kevin said, "Mind if I hop in the hot tub?" Nikki nodded without really listening or looking. She'd put a hand on her husband's cock and taken over stroking it for him. They looked into each other's eyes without saying a word. At that moment Mike knew that he had not lost his wife. If anything, they were just opening a new, rather exciting chapter in their relationship, and he felt as strongly connected to her as the day he proposed. Practical Joker Introducing Karen - she was medium height and medium weight, but that weight was stacked in all the right places. Eighteen and in what she considered her last year of school, as she had no interest on going on and getting a college degree. Blonde and vivacious, Karen had every intention of being married by the time she was twenty. The way the young men of her acquaintance trailed after her she had no doubt that it was just a matter of picking the right one. Popular with both sexes, Karen found that some of the teachers weren't quite so enamoured with her. They seemed to think that she could do a lot better at school than she actually did, and Karen was honest enough to admit that they were right. She was intelligent enough, but lacked the drive to really pursue academic excellence. Another thing that some of the teachers frowned upon was her propensity for practical jokes. They were never mean or cruel, and even the victim usually finished up laughing, but Karen found that teachers didn't really have a sense of humour about things that disrupted the smooth flow of school. She'd often been warned about her jokes, and had even received a couple of detentions, both from Mr. Marshall, the physical education master and her severest critic. Even now she was sitting in his office, still in her P.E. clothes, waiting for the axe to come down. It hadn't been her fault. Not really. The joke had been relatively simple and quite safe. Well, at least it should have been safe. Accidents happen. How could she know that Michelle would be stupid enough to scream, which caused Andrew to spin around to see what the hell was going on. Even that wouldn't have mattered if the clumsy ox hadn't tripped over his own big feet and cannoned into Bryan who promptly got tangled in the rope. It had been just luck, good and bad, that Mr. Marshall had walked in right at that moment. Good luck, as he was able to catch hold of Bryan and get the stupid rope of his neck before he strangled himself, but bad luck, as he'd looked directly at her and snapped, "My office. Now!" The fact that he'd immediately blamed her was totally unfair. He hadn't even asked any questions. It was simply a case of something has gone wrong, Karen is here, it must be her fault. "Totally unfair," thought Karen rebelliously. She sighed. By now he'd have the whole story and would know for a fact that she'd been the one pulling the prank, and she'd be facing another detention. Karen sighed again, feeling hard done by. And where was he, anyway, she wondered. She'd been sitting here for half an hour now. The door opened and Mr. Marshall stalked into the room, closing the door behind him. Karen was suddenly thinking of wolves tearing apart a little rabbit, and she knew damn well who the rabbit was going to be. She sprang to her feet. This was a mistake, it seemed. Mr. Marshall promptly sat on her abandoned chair, pulled her over his knee and delivered a hard spank to her bottom. Her shorts were pulled tight across them, meaning that there was no cushioning effect, and she felt every bit of that spank. Before she could open her mouth to protest, another spank landed. Before Karen had a chance to do more that squeal in shock and pain she'd received six of the best and was back on her feet, staring at Mr. Marshall in horror. "You're not allowed to do that," she stammered, appalled at what had happened. "You can't just grab me and spank me." "That wasn't your spanking," a smiling Mr. Marshall informed her. "That is still to come. That was just a friendly warm-up to get your attention before I deliver the real spanking. And before you point out that I can't do that, I should tell you that I've informed the Principal that I'm going to and I've also received permission from your father. Did you want to say something? No? I thought you were about to. Now shall we discuss your idiotic behaviour in the gym? You do realise that if I hadn't walked in when I did, Bryan could quite easily have been choked? Even though you haven't asked I feel I should tell you that the school nurse says he'll be alright. I got the rope off him in a timely fashion. You'll be given a chance to apologise to him later. Now, as well as your performance in the gym, I've been asked to raise the matter of your attitude to your schoolwork in general. It seems that you tend to cry a lot when other teachers try to criticise you, but as I'm going to really give you something to cry over, we thought the chance too good to miss." From that point, an interview that had, in Karen's opinion, started badly went steadily downhill. It seemed to her that every aspect of her behaviour was dissected and criticised. Homework, classwork, practical jokes, attitude, short attention span, nothing seemed to be missed. Even her choice of clothes was criticised. The last comment caused Karen to protest. Her clothes? There was nothing wrong with her clothes as far as she could tell, and she promptly told Mr. Marshall that. "Really? You think it's the correct thing to do to wear clothes that let men know that you shave? If those shorts were any tighter they'd split and prove what you're demonstrating. And as we've reached the subject of your shorts, your spanking is about to start, so I suggest you remove them. The 'negative reinforcement', as we like to call it, will work a lot better on a bare bottom, and yours is going to be bare. Strip them off and bend over my knee please." Karen shook her head. "No way. Not going to happen," she protested. "Yes way," retorted Mr. Marshall. "It is going to happen and right now. If you choose not to drop your shorts I don't mind. I'm quite capable of pulling them down myself. Your choice, but choose now because I have other work to do after this and I don't want to waste my time." He was serious, Karen realised, shocked. She'd though that earlier spank was all that was going to happen, not just be a warning. The threat of a proper spanking was supposed to be just a scare tactic, not a foreboding of things to come. Karen hesitated, then jumped back with a squeak when Mr. Marshall gave an irritated sigh and reached for her. "All right,' she said, "I'll do it. You don't need to." Hurriedly Karen peeled off her shorts. As she struggled to pull them down it occurred to her that Mr. Marshall had a point, they were too tight. She'd been meaning to get a larger size but had kept putting it off, and she hadn't realised just how much too small they now were. Blushing, Karen went to bend over Mr. Marshall's knee, only to be brought up short. "What part of bare bottom don't you understand?" he asked in a silky voice. "But they're thongs," Karen protested, plucking at her panties. "My bottom is effectively bare." "And it will be completely bare once they're removed," came the remorseless voice. Knowing she had no choice Karen reluctantly removed her panties, keeping her privacy as best she could by turning away from Mr. Marshall and then cupping herself with her hands as she slowly bent over his knee. Mr. Marshall smiled as her modesty. It wouldn't help her much, but if it gave her satisfaction... He admired Karen's pretty white bottom and long slender legs. It was almost a shame to have to spank her. He wondered if she knew that she was exposing her pussy while her legs were parted like that. He suspected not. However, to work. Mr. Marshall brought his hand down firmly on Karen's bottom. Karen hadn't known it at the time, but the earlier spank against her shorts had been a benignly gentle swat, not even bringing a flush to her bottom. This time, a proper spanking was under way, and the first real spank left a red handprint against the white cheek, and brought forth a horrified squeal of pain from Karen. A second swat to her other cheek left another handprint, and Karen suddenly found that she had no need to use her hands to cover her mound. They were going to prove far more useful trying to cover her bottom. She heard Mr. Marshall give a soft laugh and then her hands were captured in one of his and moved up out of the way, while his free hand came down with another couple of hard spanks. Quick tears came to Karen's eyes. The spanking was starting to really sting her bottom and, despite her protests, Mr. Marshall didn't seem interested in finishing just yet. Warming to his task, Mr. Marshall continued to spank a bottom that was now more a glowing red than a pearly white. In between spanks he started to question Karen to see how well she had listened to his lecture. Not very well he decided, and started repeating the various points he had made, using a nice spank to get the message through. Finally satisfied, Mr. Marshall was about ready to call it quits when he noticed the reaction Karen was having to the spanking. Her legs had drifted farther apart and her bottom had actually humped up a bit, giving him a much clearer view of a pussy that was flushed and damp. It also speared to have flowered somewhat, her lips parting and asking for attention. Mr. Marshall shrugged. It appeared the little vixen liked being spanked, even though she was carrying on about it. Speaking off which, she was carrying on very quietly, compared to what he'd expected, and there was excitement in her squeals. The next spank came firmly down between Karen's legs, slapping firmly against her mound. There was total silence from Karen at this, but when the next slap landed in the same place she gave a gasp and her bottom seemed to lift even higher. A few more and Karen was moaning, while Mr. Marshall decided that was enough of that. He swung Karen onto her feet, facing him. She was flushed and breathing hard, and made no attempt to cover her modesty. She just stared at him not saying a thing, waiting to see what would happen next. Mr. Marshall was tempted to tell her to get dressed, immediately, but stern resolve pushed the thought away. Standing slightly, he reached down and undid his trousers, swiftly sliding them down before settling back onto the chair. Karen was still looking at him eyes wide, but she was no longer concentrating on his face. Reaching for her, Mr. Marshall closed his hands upon her bottom and pulled her towards him until she was straddling her. One hand came around to stroke her mound, his fingertips sliding over the faint bristle from where she shaved. Karen blushed, knowing he was emphasising the fact that he'd called her on her tight shorts showing that she'd shaved. Karen felt his hands close behind her knees and tug slightly. She found her legs buckling slightly and she was sinking down onto his lap. Her hands went up to clasp his shoulders, but she made no effort to stop herself from slowly settling onto his lap. Not exactly his lap, she found, as something was pushing against her pussy, easing its way between them. Then it was inside her and she was settling down onto it. Something tore, she knew, and winced a little at the sharp stab, but didn't let that distract her from the important thing of easing him fully into her. Finally she was sitting across him, with his cock standing firmly inside her. She swallowed and stared at him, not knowing what to do next. All she knew was that the heat and sting from her bottom had faded into insignificance compared to the heat and feelings emanating from deep inside her where his hardness was pressing against her softness. Something passed in front of her face and she blinked, turning to see what it was. Looked and blushed, as she recognised her top and bra lying on the floor. She hadn't even noticed that he was taking them off. Glancing down at her breasts, she found them enclosed in two large hands that were gently manipulating them, squeezing them and teasing her nipples. Mr. Marshall smiled as Karen's look turned back to him. Holding her eyes with his, he pressed up against her, sending little shivers running through her. Smiling, Mr. Marshall started gently moving into Karen, pressing up while he squeezed her breasts, pulling back as he let her breasts go. Karen found a rhythmic pulse running through her, spreading out from pussy and breasts and surging into her, each pulse going deeper, each thrust in her pussy fanning the flame higher and hotter. Karen had never been one to just wait for things to happen. Knowing when the thrusts were coming she pushed against them, softly at first as she savoured the feelings that they gave, and then more energetically as she found herself wanting more. An idle thought tumbled through her mind before being lost in the rush of feeling. "If this is my punishment, I may have to break the rules every day." The cock driving up into her was lifting her higher and higher, taking its time but inexorably taking over her world so that all she knew was its presence within her. She went with it eagerly, wanting to know where it finished. She gave a gasp, and then found her mouth covered by Mr. Marshall's as she screamed out her climax, hot seed rushing into her. Slowly settling back to herself, Karen was appalled to find that she was naked and sitting straddling Mr. Marshall, his cock still inside her. Red faced she started to rise. "I'd better get dressed," she mumbled. "Not just yet," came the reply. "What do you mean? Why not?" "There is the little matter of the apology to Bryan. He's outside in the other office. Why don't you bend over the desk, legs parted, and I'll invite him in so you can apologise properly?"